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keyotos · 1 year

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well aware, you are always mine

summary ⎯ bf headcanons w/ hsr men!!

includes ⎯ dan heng, gepard, blade, sampo, jing yuan

tana's thoughts ⎯ keyotos being active and writing?!!!?!!?!?!

dan heng

⎯ TOTAL acts of service bf. cuts fruit for you, organizes your closet with you, helps you rearrange ur bookshelf. like all of that. he is ur #1 helper in all situations and is probably the most reliable person u know. if ur ever having problems, you always call dan heng bc he always solves them for you

⎯ considerate bf. listens to all ur song recommendations and also your book recommendations. never takes your word with a grain of salt (most of the time)

⎯ not a big fan of shopping trips, but will go with you anyway. he will carry all your bags and help you pick out clothes. AND HE WILL GIVE U ACTUAL FREAKING ADVICE INSTEAD OF BEING LIKE, "it all looks good on you."

⎯ like dan heng will pull up with, "that color washes you out," or, "that does not match your color pallete at all." he's detailed wit it too?? the only reason why he knows all of this is bc he pays attention to you.

you see something you like? let's find it in that color that matches w/ ur fav pants so you can wear it all the time. don't worry, i already found it.

you look dissatisfied? dan heng thinks he knows why: you think it won't look good. oh, he was right? well, he can help you style it in a way for it to look good. you can wear that with the shirt you like so much, with some added jewelry, of course.

⎯ does not spend ANY TIME in his room (but who could rlly blame him). he's always in yours and he's lying down in your bed. he takes the phrase, "make yourself at home," to another level. but i guess he gets a pass bc you literally are his home.

⎯ he's sarcastic asl. since his guard is down with you, there's not really a need to maintain seriousness at all times. his dry and sarcastic humor really comes out when you're around him specifically. dating dan heng would make u a victim of the sassy men apocalypse.

⎯ dan heng is the type of person to stare at you lovingly (like HEART EYES are coming out) while you guys are taking a photo together. and you wouldn't even know until you saw the photo. like picture this: you are over here smiling and being cute or whateva. and then dan heng is there. he's obliviously staring at you: like how the light perfectly bounces off your face and how perfectly your eyes crinkle when you smile.

⎯ when he feels secure around you, he is the definition of lovesick. longing stares from far away (even tho ur dating)? yes. touchy (you make sure to tease him about it)? yes. buries his head in the nape of your neck? duh. like he is the whole package and he can never seem to let you go... like ever. you are constantly stuck in his head and also his body.

gepard

⎯ hilariously bad at taking pictures. like you tell him to get one angle and he gets the exact opposite angle. manages to always catch you off guard in every. single. picture. his excuse for this is, "but you look good in all of them :/"

⎯ when he gets super tired after work, sometimes when he gets home and finishes showering/etc, he just flops onto u. like. literally flops onto you. you're always shocked at first, but you move him into a position where he can comfortably sleep (and hold you) in and then you relax. he always apologizes for it later in the morning and makes sure to shower you in more affection than last night, but you always reassure him that it's fine.

it's only bc u take the time to take equally bad photos of him #payback.

⎯ you have to water his plants for him. we all saw this coming. but on the bright side, that means ur home more often!! and when you greet him on the couch after a long day... like you've never heard a deeper sigh of relief before. doesn't collapse on you like other days (thankfully). you two just spend the night eating dinner on the couch and watching reality tv. sometimes, when you fall asleep on the couch, gepard always brings a blanket from your bedroom and drapes it over you. and then he carries you into bed.

⎯weirdly good at cracking your back for you. like if he wasn't the captain of the silvermane guards, he could very well be a freaking chiropractor. like he knows all the right joints to pop, all the right places to put his hands, and all the right places to press down. and it feels SO GOOD. you've never asked him about it.

⎯ gets you really cute and considerate gifts since he isn't around a lot. sometimes gets lynx to deliver them for him. and they're always paired with your favorite flowers too. all his gifts r things that he remembered you liked/wanted (new shampoo brand, new book pela recommended, new plants).

⎯ still asks if you wanna go out even if you two have been dating long term. like he would text you and be like, "would you like to go out with me for coffee," all formal and wtv, and you would respond like, "gepard we have been dating for five years. you do not need to ask."

he would get all flustered when you would bring it up at the coffee shop. pays for your coffee so you could forget about it (you don't: you tease him endlessly).

⎯ learns other things for you. he's dedicated and loyal to you like how a soldier is dedicated to their general. if you wanted a specific kind of dish, gepard would learn how to create it. if you wanted to learn how to plant certain seeds, gepard would run to the florist (and pela) to ask for many tips. if you spoke a different language, gepard would be running to duolingo.

though there is always his duty, a part of his heart and soul will always belong to you.

blade

⎯ contrary to gepard, takes the BEST FUCKING PHOTOS of you. he should be a professional photographer or something because, all the photos he takes, makes you look like a MODEL. he gets all the angles perfectly right + he always makes sure the lighting looks good. and u look back at all the photos he took and ur jaw is DROPPED

⎯ hates going outside x goes outside 24/7. you're big on exploration and fun while blade wants to lie low. but either way, you two manage to have fun in your own respective ways. blade watches you from a distance (of 1 foot) and only intervenes if he needs to. other than that, you drag him around the entire place. he is not complaining: one stupid and cheeky grin from you, and blade realizes he is an absolute goner.

⎯ a little too supportive. it's a good thing in all aspects except for one: making decisions. this mf is like, "whatever you do, i fully support your decision." BUT THE PROBLEM IS THAT YOU CANNOT MAKE A DECISION. THAT'S WHY UR ASKING HIM.

⎯ this problem comes up very often during shopping trips. where dan heng excels at shopping trips, blade... not so much. blade is the type of bf to say, "everything looks good on you." but not bc he doesn't care enough: he genuinely thinks you look good in everything.

in his mind it's like: how could you think you look bad in that outfit when you are radiating luminosity from every crevice of the room??? does anyone else see that glow coming from you, or was it just him??

⎯ did not have a favorite color until you. he actually didn't have a lot of favorites before he met you. now his favorite color is blue (you like looking at the sky), his favorite scent is peach blossoms (the shampoo you use), and his favorite food is fried rice (it's the only thing you know how to make).

⎯ does ur hair for u. expert in hair care but it's not uncalled for (his only friends⎯not counting you⎯are silverwolf and kafka). you need to braid your hair? blade has already offered before u could even pull up a tutorial. a new cute hairstyle you wanted to try? don't worry, your boyfriend is there to help you part, section, and clip your hair.

⎯ pretends to give off big scary dog energy, in reality he is a small little lapdog. desires your love and affection so often. does not go out without you. grabs things n carries them to u like a cute little dog would. he's very devoted okay?? let him bring u stupid little trinkets and stay by ur side all the time.

⎯ you send him stupid ass memes all the time. one time u sent him one of those stupid 'good night' memes and he threatened to block you (lovingly). but he found that his reactions always make you laugh (and blade wants to keep you happy forever), so he just lets you send them to him atp. most nights, he sends a simple, "good night" text back. but when he wants to tease you, he sends a goodnight meme back.

⎯ those nights, he thinks that he hears your ecstatic giggles from down the hall. you sound so giddy that it makes his heart want to blow up. those are the good nights.

sampo

⎯ bro is mischievous. he leaves little sticky notes for you all around the house and makes it a game for u to find them. they're not even super important too they're just little things like, "i miss you," or, "did u find all the notes???"

⎯ but he knows you get bored easily, so he made those notes so that you could have something to do during the day. his intentions are adorably sweet, but his execution is so. um. A FOR EFFORT!

⎯ most of the stuff he gives you... hate to break it to u but they are usually stolen. if you choose to ignore that, great! most of the things he grabs are usually rare and u have no idea how he gets them. you swear he doesn't leave belobog, but some of the items he gifts you seem a little too... outlandish. but yk, it's the thought that counts!

⎯ manages to distract you from every single task. usually disruptive, but sometimes, very helpful. after an entire day of work, you can always come back home to where sampo is, because he will always find a way to distract you from whatever stress you have on your plate. whether it be cooking you dinner or simply talking you through his day, you always find yourself feeling slightly better around him.

⎯ has a good relationship with your family. yeah this was very unexpected on both ends. your parents love him: they love his humor and his looks and literally are charmed by him. even tho is a CON ARTIST. anyway. sampo loves your parents and messes around with you by calling them as their parental names (mom/dad). you are not amused.

⎯ grabs dinner before he comes back home. always manages to swing by a place you like and he always gets free food (you've gave up trying to question his methods). before, when he brought home food, it was usually a special occasion because he would never be home often. now, it's a common occurrence: he's wanted to be with you more, and now he brings home food every day.

jing yuan

⎯ the xianzhou's nagging king. this is not a good thing. he nags at you for a lot. did you take your allergy meds? did you eat breakfast today or just drink coffee? did you forget to clear out the pencils on your desk? he does it out of endearment. it does not make it less annoying (lies).

⎯ so accustomed to your little routines together that he can do it with his eyes closed. how do you want your tea? easy: he can list it within ten seconds. he can make it with his eyes closed. and he will always make it perfectly too.

⎯ lets you sleep on mimi (you could say you go mimimimi). not even gonna lie, sometimes he wishes he was mimi. you just sleep so peacefully on her, but you refuse to sleep on jing yuan. you make up stupid excuses like, "your bicep is going to be numb by the time we wake up." but that is simply not true (it is).

⎯ favorite times of day are when it's night. okay that didn't make any sense but he really just likes spending the night with you. it's quiet and the world is much less loud, and it feels like being with you redefined the definition of happiness. everything is so much more peaceful, and plus, you were there.

⎯ being a cloud knight general has its negative aspects. so, much like gepard, he would probably also crash into bed with you at night. but this time, he doesn't need you to move him, because he traps you in between his arms every. damn. time. it's like this man cannot fall asleep without you.

⎯ sitting down with him is like a chore. if you two are sitting down, jing yuan likes to grab your legs and move them onto himself, so you two would be closer. this isn't just on the sofa, by the way. armchairs, conference chairs, office chairs. the chairs don't even have to be connected. he'll just find a way to connect you two anyway.

⎯ you are the first person he looks for in a crowded room. in a place full of people, jing yuan's eyes will only scan for you. his height makes it easier to do so btw. but anyway, you are someone of great importance to him. he doesn't want to lose you like how he lost so many. and when he finds you, it's like the sun shines directly on you: it's always a surreal sight when jing yuan sees you, because he always thinks the sun has risen.

⎯ it hasn't. he was always looking at you.

AND GOOD NIGHT. jfc.

#tana writes (∗´ ᨔ `∗)#honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #hsr #hsr x reader #dan heng x reader #dan heng x you #gepard x reader #gepard x you #blade x reader #blade x you #blade x y/n #sampo x reader #sampo x you #jing yuan x reader #jing yuan x you #i forgot how fun it is to write hcs #i didn't put much thought into these which i kinda miss ngl

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snaileer · 11 months

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Everyone Loves a 2-for-1 Sale Part 3

Part 1 & 2 (And original Prompt)

The dining room was suspiciously quiet for a Wayne breakfast when Danny walked in.

He glanced up from his phone, pulling one earbud out, “Oh feel free to continue arguing my morality like I’m an object, my music’s on full volume.”

Dick looked uncomfortable, “We weren’t-Look, Ti- Danny, we are just a bit curious as to why you’re…. here,” Dick finished, glancing at the others like asking if they’d share the plate of batguilt-fries with him.

“Surely the world could have done without a second Drake,” Damian cut in before Danny could even start.

“And we could have done without even one of you, yet here you are,” Danny glared, “Factory defects and all.”

Damian jerked upwards with a raised knife, narrowly pushed back down by Dick.

Danny rolled his eyes, turning his attention back to his phone-Tim’s phone-their phone. He held a folded paper out to Bruce with two fingers, still typing, “I have a list, if you want it.”

He continued typing as they opening the note and read it, he knew what it said.

To Do in Gotham:

1. Get to Gotham

2. Find original - don’t freak family out

3. -Find- Talk to Bruce

4. Convince Vicki Vale that Tim is/ actually engaged to Tam Fox

5. Get safe house

6. New identity? (what do clones do? - ask Connor)

9. Leave?

“What’s number seven and eight?” Dick asked, and Danny actively made sure his typing pattern didn’t change.

“Don’t know yet,” He answered with a shrug, the picture of nonchalance. Bruce probably didn’t believe him.

Didn’t matter. Dick did. Because Dick felt guilty.

Bat guilty.

About time he believed him about something.

And Danny didn’t care about Damian’s opinions one way or another.

He stepped away from the table, plopping another grape in his mouth as he walked past, “Welp that’s it for me, busy day, fake engagement, gotta find some crutches because I don’t think Vicki will accept my ‘you got new legs Lieutenant Dan-ny’ joke, all that,”

Danny slipped out the door past a sleep-deprived Tim with a jaunty salute, “All’s well in Clone Town!”

Danny kept walking, his brain running miles ahead of him, Ted Tobin steering the wheel with his fingers on the keypad of his phone as he moved forward and mentally filled in the list.

Number 7: Find Ra’s Al Ghul and the Lazarus pits.

Number 8: Stabilize yourself.

Danny continued up the stairs. He had people to see and rings to buy. Busy is the life of a saboteur.

—

Red Robin watched his clone linger in the jeweler’s store, trying to keep the frown from taking over his whole face.

He was making Tim’s life difficult. Tim suspected it was on purpose.

Largely because people would ask way too many questions if two Tim Drakes showed up in Gotham at the same time.

Hence, Red Robin being relegated to rooftop surveillance.

He turned his attention back to the clone, watching as he left the shop and turned down the street. Red Robin swept after him, following from above.

The clone remained focused on his phone- which was also Tim’s by the way, and stolen- as he walked down the street, turning into an alley without even looking up.

Tim tilted his head and swung to the rooftop, peering into the darkness.

“You could always just come down and actually talk to me, you know?”

Tim dropped into the alley, unsurprised to come face to face with the clone. It was weird to see his own face look so annoyed by him.

“Thought it was best to stay out of sight. We’re not exactly a daylight hero.”

Danny rolled his eyes, “Already annoyed with Vicki Vale?”

Tim nearly growled, “That is your fault,”

“Oh come on, you can’t tell me it’s not hilarious.”

“You’ve spent all morning in ring shops! I have meetings!”

“Lucius can handle them. It’s not like we actually did anything this last year anyways.”

Tim stared at him for a second, confusion in the squint of his eyes and laced with suspicion.

Danny groaned with a roll of his eyes, “Fine, you want me to stay put somewhere so you can do your civilian thing?”

“Yes.”

“I am not staying in the manor. You can’t make me.”

Dread filled him as Tim smiled, “Not a problem.”

Danny glared at Tim standing arms wide in the center of the room of his emptiest safe house, “This is so not what I meant and you know it.”

Tim’s face betrayed nothing, “Look, none of us are happy with this situation-“

Danny scoffed. Understatement of the century.

“But..” Tim continued with a pointed look, “It’s my fault, and I get that. So…compromise? You stay here, work on cold cases while I sort out my current job, and when I’m done, we’ll figure out what to do, okay?”

Danny sighed, feeling Ted Tobin stir to life with plans already forming.

“Fine.”

Tim nodded succinctly, reaching for a laptop and multiple cords, “Ok, here’s my old computer, -huh, I could have sworn that had a different charger- anyways- I’ll take this,” he plucks the phone from Danny’s hands in one smooth motion, giving a mocking smile in return to Danny’s glare, “Thank you very much, now I just have to-and find the guy who…”

Tim’s voice tapers off into mumbles as he heads into the bedroom to peel off his suit, fingers focused on the keypad of his newly reacquired phone.

Danny slumps himself down on the secondhand couch, dust echoing around him. This was fine, he could do stuff in the meanwhile, maybe help Tim with his case -or solve it himself, he bets he could- and then finish the new specs for the suit wings that Danny’s suit still didn’t have.

Tim fumbled through the doorway, now in civilian clothes, already on a call with Lucius probably, or Tam. Tam helped him a lot.

Danny slouched further into the silence.

It felt like being left behind by his parents.

They had bigger priorities.

Archaeology.

Ghosts.

Danny shook his head, opening the computer and letting Ted Tobin fish through the passwords for case files.

He’s nearly 3 hours deep when he really pauses for the first time, finally stopping the continuous notes sitting next him, each a different clue. Most for different cases.

The current case pulled up on his screen scratches at him, facts slotting into place with rapid fire precision.

The officer assigned to the case is a vet.

The case is perpetrated by a senatorial candidate.

The officer assigned served on three active fronts and 2 undisclosed.

The guilty candidate is running support for a bill cutting veteran supports.

Best of all?

It’s not in Gotham.

Danny smiles as Ted Tobin’s plan fills in, piece by piece.

—

Ra’s Al Ghul should really make it harder to hack into his confidential back market mercenary dealings.

Then again, maybe it was for the better. How else would he make sure Red Robin was able to intercept the assassin in time to save that poor officer’s life the night before his case-closing arrest?

—

“Detective, I assumed holding my business outside of Gotham would keep it from being the concern of you and yours,” Ra’s’ voice is muffled through the bag over his head, “It seems I was wrong.”

“Oh well, you know me…,” The bag is ripped roughly off his head, leaving him blinking rapidly against the light even as he smirks, “Always butting into things when I shouldn’t. It’s kind of what we do.”

“Tell me, Timothy,” Ra’s says, turning his back to him once more, as he waves his ninjas away, “What does this officer matter to you, more than a state away from your usual stomping grounds? What-“ Ra’s pauses as a different ninja approaches him to whisper in his ear. His body stills.

“Well, we’ll start there. First of all, as I’m sure you just found out, I’m not Timothy,” Danny says, standing up smoothly. He relishes the look Ra’s gives him as he turns around. “And secondly, the officer wasn’t what mattered. Getting you here on the other hand. Now that.. that takes a little more planning.” Danny brushes himself off, removing the cowl to leave just his own domino behind.

Ra’s al Ghul hums, his eyebrow twitching up even as his eyes narrow in suspicion.

“What? No sudden desire to stab? No impromptu attempt to put a sword through my chest?”

“You are curious. So much like the detective, and yet… my people tell me he is currently patrolling in Gotham with the Grayson boy.”

Danny scoffs, “Oh great, another fruit loop interested in me, like I need a new one of those.”

Ra’s’ stare doesn’t change. Albeit a bit more annoyed, but still flat and calm.

“You wanna know what makes me different from Timothy, Ra’s?” Danny pauses, taking a deep breath and letting the ectoplasm ripple inside him for the first time in months. “The difference between me and him,” When he looks up he knows his eyes glow fluorescent green, “Is that I’m stronger.”

—

Bonus Scene:

Dick stared at Tim’s clone as he left, sweeping past the original’s bleary form stumbling to the coffee machine.

“Are we sure he’s Drake’s clone? He seems… less of a fool,” Damian sneered, watching Tim stand listlessly in front of the cabinet, coffeemaker off, and tablet in hand.

He looked out of the Dining room doors, spotting Danny standing not far away in front of one of the closets by the stairs rather than the actual steps, fingers tapping away.

Damian turned back to his breakfast, “I retract my statement. Clearly his stupidity was simply blinding.”

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brucewaynehater101 · 4 months

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Darkseid considers adopting space emperor Tim as one of his children and potential heirs, it wouldn't be the first time he's adopted a human after all and this little one is doing such a good job taking over the galaxy...

Tim is not particularly happy at this idea because he is emancipated for a reason! For many reasons! He tried the parent thing (Jack and Janet) it sucked, he's not interested in another round. He's also not interested in B getting his tights in a bunch because B has the idea that he's Tim's father (ha!) and gets grumpy that someone else is trying to take the position of Tim's father (Tim has no father, Tim likes to pretend he just sprung from Gotham like Athena sprung from Zeus) challenge Darkseid, and then B will end up taking another swim in the time stream that Tim will have to fish him out of again

Also at least one or more of the planets that Space Emperor Tim controls is advanced enough in biology and medicine and may have even had enough previous interactions with humans that upon the discovery that their beloved baby emperor is missing a rather important organ (some imperial physician is getting very fired for breaking hippa or they would except Tim discovers that the planet that sourced his imperial physician doesn't have hippa), they develop a way to get Tim a new one. Tim looks over the research and allows this, he does not tell the bats at home that he has a new spleen.

There's so many fun and great ideas for this!

I absolutely love a feral anti-parenting Tim. He should be running or fist-fighting at the first sign of someone trying to parent him (he's been somewhat independent and making up his own rules/parenting for so long [yes, I know the Drakes were better than how fanon portrays them. That doesn't change that his parenting was long distanced and enforced by boarding schools. That doesn't change the whack ass shit he did pre-Robin and during his Robin years despite having parents]. He should be anti-authority. He makes his rules and only takes suggestions). The idea of people trying to parent Tim as he backs away from them is hilarious to me. That should be his attitude to parenting: seeing it as an unwanted restriction and needless micromanaging.

Also, the spleen part is great! If the Bats knew about his spleen being missing (and not being replaced), Tim would try to refuse antibiotics from them. They would probably get very very angry and lecture him on his lack of ability to take care of himself.

On the other hand, here's a situation I think would be more hilarious:

Tim, who had just gotten injured in a really filthy place, and him shrugging at the circumstances. He's also silently thanking his planets for their medical technology.

Someone who knows about Tim's missing spleen (so Pru or Tam) starts freaking out about Tim. They think he's going to die because his poor immune system probably won't be able to handle the definite infection to come.

The Bats, who don't know Tim's spleen was missing at one point, get hella confused why this person is freaking out. Maybe Tim is concussed or drugged or something so his ability to communicate is diminished as well.

This leads to the Bats finding out that Tim's spleen was missing and then replaced at the same time.

I hope Pru or Tam (whoever is chosen) punches Tim for not keeping them updated on the replaced spleen. Tim honestly just forgot about it and didn't mean to keep it a secret

#dc comics #tim drake #dc universe #thank you for the ask!!!!#dc au #ruler of worlds au

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papallonadaurada · 6 months

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This scene is so funny not bc Anya isn’t “musically gifted” but bc Lloid -super spy expert in many things- Forger really messed up because there’s no way in hell thats a “child’s violin” as he claims.

Like if your kid needs to play the violin as if it was a freaking cello that violin is way too big for them.

Of course it backfires. That violin is the size of Anya’s body! Have you ever seen a child’s violin? They are TINY. She probably needs a 1/16 and he got her like a 1/2

(Also there are so many ways you can test if someone is musically gifted other than playing an instrument which is quite difficult to make a good sound on)

So yes, it’s hilarious that Lloid thought this would work

#anya forger #loid forger #spy x family #sxf #violin

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jade-len · 9 months

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so today i tricked my very straight male friend into reading svsss.

okay look, i wasn't planning to at first and it's not like it was completely my fault. he wanted to read it!

i was showing him how badly they fucked up mu qingfang in the donghua by comparing it to the english novel design (he said that mu qingfang went from looking like a soft dilf to a predator registered on the epstein island list). and then, i showed him how different some of the other character designs were like gongyi xiao's ("he looks like he'd be a genshin character" -friend, to eng novel design) and luo binghe's ("lowkey, he kinda gives airbender vibes" -friend, to bunhe eng novel design)

so that was all i was gonna show him, nothing else. but after seeing them, he goes, "these designs actually look hella cool. what's the book called?"

now, do i:

A. tell him the name, eventually revealing that it's a danmei when he looks it up?

B. just straight up tell him that it's a danmei?

C: don't tell him the name just yet, spill the summary, get him interested, and tell him to not search anything up about it because there's heavy spoilers and it will reveal them the moment he types it up on the search bar

i go with C, obviously.

me: so, basically, some guy named shen yuan transmigrates into an incel harem male power fantasy novel where the protagonist, luo binghe, has hundreds of wives. thing is though, the guy pretty much took over the body of binghe's teacher he had when he was a teenager, who turns out to be a really scummy dude. and now he has to be nice to him so that the protagonist doesn't rip off his limbs and put him into a pickle pot in the future to suffer for eternity.

friend: that sounds hilarious and horrifying at the same time.

me: yes it is, and you should read it. it's like. my favorite novel at the moment. but don't search up anything about it because people spoil that shit. i'll let you borrow my novel

friend: nah don't worry, i'll just pirate it

friend: wait. does it have pictures?

me, my plan coming together: yeah, it has pictures. buuut, when you pirate it, it doesn't. trust me dude, i tried and was severely disappointed. plus, the physical copy is so much better

friend: fuck yeah ok thanks

me: hold on though. i'll text you later to see if my friend who's borrowing it rn is done reading it

he's hyped. he's excited. he craves a good book and a good transmigration interpretation. he's especially happy about the fact that it takes place in a chinese setting with cool powers and an actual good main character. "this sounds so good, god i wanna read it so bad."

i tell him that binghe is actually adorable, too. that it's pretty much found family! my friend then asks if shen yuan adopts him and becomes a father figure or something.

and i said "yes". you know, like a liar. (the father figure part probably isn't a lie though)

now i'm gonna give him the novel tomorrow! of course, i'm gonna cover the chapter 2 bunhe sexual awakening scene with washi tape and say that my baby cousin (sorry baby cousin, you would never <\3) scribbled all over that paragraph with her markers, and since i'm a neat book freak, i put washi tape and just wrote the scene! i don't know if that's really all too believable, but he didn't seem to care that much. just a simple "if my baby cousin did that to my book i would punt them into the sun"

i think what'll be more hilarious is the fact that you can't really tell that svsss is a BL. especially not volume 1. there's like, only a few lines indicating, but if you remove the baby binghe sexual awakening scene then you probably won't be able to know (...if you don't really read romance or anything. idk he's kinda dense anyways). so let's hope he gets attached and has a slow descent into the homo before i drop svsss vol 2 on him!

ok anyways i'll update you guys later with a reblog. maybe in about two or three days lol

(also don't worry, we already fuck around with each other on a daily basis like this. he's already tricked me into reading some manga i was unprepared for, and i thought that it'd be funny to mess around with him using svsss this time lol)

#greatest prank ive ever donee i think #manipulation 100 fr #absolute tomfoolery #am i a bad friend for this? perhaps. is it hilarious? definitely.#this is truly the most moment of all time #svsss #mxtx svsss #the scum villain's self saving system #luo binghe #luo bingmei #shen qingqiu #shen yuan

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dcxdpdabbles · 1 year

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I got the Passion For Fashion brainworms, and since you're guilty for it you WILL get my headcannons.

Since Clockwork made them know spanish as if it was their first language, they only talk in spanish with eachother, more often than not completely forgetting that they are talking in SPANISH.

Danny and Dan like bickering and banter but since they were basically eachother once upon a time they know eachother's limits perfectly. That causes them to say a lot of agressive and downright nasty stuff to eachother so it always sounds like they hate eachother and are constantly fighting.

Clockwork gave them the "essentials" for making clothes, so Dan will absolutely just spam Danny's phonenwith pictures and descriptions of a sewing gadget or tool and be like "Danny i need this. Please. I know you keep making stuff don't lie to me. I know you can do it so please just make it. Danny we are too poor to buy this. Danny PLEASE I need it" until Danny accepts making the thing in true Fenton fashion.

Danny and Dan making up names for themselves because no sane parent names both of their twins "Daniel"

"I swear to the Ancients I will NOT hesitate to go Cain Instinct on your ass-"

Making fun of Vlad together. Just. Making fun of him in general.

The pmoment Bruce decides to show some interest in the twins Danny go home running and be like "Dan. Dan I fuckked up. Dan there's another billionaire after us. Dan how do I always fuck this up." and since they're both dumbasses they panic together and the batkids (who are most likely listening in with a bug or smth) are all just laughing at Bruce's sour face.

Dan headcannons cuz i love him:

I think that even if they're identical twins, Dan has longer hair with a dark gray streak (cuz of vlad ofc)

even if he is a fashion maker he probably goes everywhere wearing sweatpants and a hoodie.

Dan forcefully makes Danny do skincare to make his appearance look good but will never even drink a glass of water for his own health.

I love them and spent the entire day without internet so now I'm devoting myself thanks for the content <3<3

I love all of these!! Its beautiful!

Danny and Dan not realizing they slipped into Spanish is such a mood tbh. Sometimes, my coworkers and I do that, and my non Spanish speaking coworker just stares at us until we snap.

Lowkey they dislike each other, but they also love each other, and no one can tell with the insults they threw. Danny and Dan live and breath the "Only I can be mean to my sibling!"

Danny would make Dan anything he asked for if it meant keeping his Obsession healthy. On the one hand, it gives him something to do and, on the other hand, keeps Dan from jumping off the deep end again. He does get annoyed with Dan spamming him at three in the moring for "A machine that could double bedazzled and polish!"

Both kept their names as Danny and Dan, so neither is Daniel. Clockwork did that when he made their files. He knew if he tried to change their names, both would refuse to answer.

They turned Vlad into a verb. Danny trips over air? "You went and Vlad-ed everything bro" Dan refuses to shower cause he has some embroidery to do? "Ugh you Vlad-ed all of my scent receivers" sometimes when the fight is really big Danny will yell "YOUR JUST LIKE YOUR FATHER VLAD!" and Dan will gasp dramatically before bursting into tears. ( Cause he took Vlad ghost that makes him half vlad and Dan has to live with that)

Bruce would never understand why the twins are more freaked out by Brucie Wayne then Batman. His kids think it's hilarious.

Dan and Danny are identical down to the hairstyle in my au, but That will change with time. Dan will grow out his hair to put it in a man bun, while Danny will cut it short. And yes, Dan wears nothing by sweats or PJs. He doesn't care about the clothes after they are finished. He just likes making them.

Dan was a pure ghost for almost ten years before Clockwork messed with his body and threw it back into its teens. He is not used to doing most basic human needs like showering, eating, sleeping, and, of course, drinking water. Danny has to remind him his headache is due to lake of all the things mentioned. That will not stop him from designing a strict beauty regime for Danny, including hourly water intake.

Last little detail, both are terrible at social interactions. Dan beacuse he thinks of himself as a ghost and doesn't like humans so he avoids them if he can and Danny cause he sees everyone as unimportant since he's planning on going home. Neither of them know anything about Batman besides what clockwork told them. As of part 3 they didn't even know he was a vigilante. So this lake of information means they don't know anyhring about the rest of Gotham and that will play a big part in how they react to villains.

Also yes, Dan was being genuinely interested when he flirted with Killer Croc, but that's cause he thought he was a EverBurning. A group of Lizard men in the ghost zone is similar to the FarFrozen society only they live in volcano surrounded by lava.

#dcxdpdabbles #dc x dp crossover #mun speaks #passion for fashion #side notes and headcanons

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wisteriagoesvroom · 8 months

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📚 10 f1 fics i've loved lately 🏎️

been thinking a lot about how to organise fic recs into some sort of sensible post, 'cus there are so many (great!) pairings and (delicious!) driver combinations, not to mention so many varying styles of fic and SUPER TALENTED WRITERS!!111!!

just gonna list a bunch in no particular order, with accompanying pics, so you can get a sense of the vibes.

'cus what is f1 rpf but all about the ✨ vibes?! 🏁

p.s. people are in this community making amazing stuff for freeee!! if you liked these please leave a kudos or a comment, it makes a writer's day 🫡

let's gooooo--

objects in the mirror by linearity (@drivestraight) charles/max. 87k words (series), rated t then e

listen. LISTEN! charles to rbr is one of the best premises ever and i will read it in like a thousand iterations. but this fic. this fic series in particular cleared my skin, made me want to cut my hair into a bob out of sheer emotion. i would be remiss not to start with this one because its impact on my f1 rpf trajectory should be studied by science. you know when a story just jumps off the page and it's so real that it becomes your canon. a kind of meteoric inevitability. plus, i almost never cry at fics. but by the time the third act of this one hit, i just went -- damn, am i rly about to tear up at a f1 rpf fanfiction rn? (yes.)

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sawtooth by nottonyharrison (@nottonyharrison) charles/max. 40k words, rated e

max as a f1 engineer? for CARLOS at FERRARI? sign me the fuckkk up. first off, awesome premise. there's always going to be something so heartwrenching about "what ifs", especially in any universe where max isn't a racer. despite the change of circumstances, just... the sheer poetry of two characters who just inexplicably find their way to each other in any universe... 🤧 also this story nails racing scenes in a way that's so visceral, i feel like a fly on the damn halo with them. and, aside from the gourmet lestappen, carlos's whole thing in this fic is joyous! spicy! he's so unapologetic and vaguely annoying! hilarious! + the swimming pool scene lives rent-free in my head.

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salt skin by peachbellini (@strawberry-daiquiris) oscar/lando. 12k words, rated e

this fic is magic. literally and figuratively. (MERMAID LANDO???? MERMAID LANDO.) the kind of story that makes you gasp and melt a little bit. and made me want to throw my phone at the writer, 'cause it's really that good. the yearning, the metaphor for all that's monstrous, a boy who is lost (and the boy who he finds, is equally so). this is just beautifully written and a little quirky and so well executed. i think i put it in my bookmarks as "what if lando was a mermaid and it was filmed by a24" or something. pearl of a story.

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hockey!! shrimp colors :) by leafmeal0ne (@ocontraire) oscar/lando. 13k words, rated t

leaf meal one. i have only known you a week but if anything were to happen to you i would wreck everyone in the room including myself. in all seriousness, anything that leaf writes is brilliant. they're one of these writers who could do a throwaway line on the label of a ketchup bottle and i will probably scream about it. the precision, the way they switch up sentence structures, the freaking darcy-level regency yearning transposed onto a contemporary sports setting. i'd rec all of leaf's sports AUs and i'll probably talk about more in a future fic rec post. BUT. the hockeyyy one my GOD. the barely restrained violence, their mutual desire, the theme of finding your place... *wails uncontrollably*

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you almost unearthly thing by anonymous max/daniel, 3.7k words, rated g

max is a governess(govern..lad?) and daniel is the mystery man at the manor. this was a response to a request i made in the kinkmeme! (if you haven't read those fics go check 'em out, there are so many great ones, and not necessarily all rated e). this is a criminally underrated little story that has my favourite repressed feelings + people dancing around each other + gothic vibes + "what the hell is wrong with y'all in this tale" combo that i really adore. it's really well written and captures the atmosphere so well.

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the so-called narrative by antimonyandthyme (@antimonyandthyme) oscar/carlos, 10k words, rated e

i'm once again asking why there are only 7 carlos/oscar works in the tag. I'M ONCE AGAIN ASKING-- *is sedated*. *jolts awake* okay but for real this is a great story. hot, fake-friendship-to-situationship which so happens is one of my favourite places to be. also hello miscommunication/they're so weird about it/they both want each other but can't express themselves for shit/insane racer boys energy.

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and silver, and samarium by pink_mink (@on-softs) george/toto, 5.2k words, rated e

i profess i am not usually the biggest fan of A/B/O (altho!! this fandom has made me go BUT ACTUALLY HM at least a few times). and this fic freaking nails it, along with the twisted power dynamics between TPs and drivers, as seen through the lens of omegaverse. this story rattles around my head like a stubborn ghoul just from the style and prose and sheer audacity alone. george kneeling at toto's knees while he's working..... ohhhhhhhhh i was this close to calling my lawyers.

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algorithm by anney (@badboy-george) charles/max, 16k words, rated e

i LOVE, LOOOOVE a sci fi concept alright. love that shit, will inhale it like moon dust with zero regrets. and what a fantastic one this one is!! the premise is that the FIA can now statistically show the compatibility of drivers on the grid and it's very pacific rim-y drift compatible, mixed with the surreal vibes of eternal sunshine or HER or some such. it should be outrageous, but it really works. that's the beauty of a great fic right there.

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trajectory of trojan asteroids by redpaint (@redpaint) nico/lewis, 3.3k words, rated g

also one of the fics i first read when i hopped on board the f1 rpf train. the pain and poignancy just gets worse the more i learn about brocedes. you know when you're like "there's no way this was reallll" and then you're like "fuck, it was so real". then you get a fic like this that just encapsulates all that rage and loss and grief and upset, set against the starry vista of endless space. *clutches tablecloth* god.

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p.s please bear in mind that these recs are entirely subjective! i enjoy loads of f1 stories but these are the ones that have especially stuck with me for some inexplicable reason.

p.p.s if your fic is on here and you want it taken off for whatever reason, i'm happy to, no questions asked 💛

BYE for now / until part 2. (i also love talking to ppl about fics so pls feel free to send an ask or hit me up in DMs or whatever.)

xoxo, -- wizz

#f1 fic rec #f1 fanfiction #lestappen #landoscar #maxiel #groto #brocedes #f1 rpf fic #i don't know that carlos/oscar have a ship name yet?#sainztri?#Carloscar #f1 rpf #wiz.recs #f1 fanfic #f1 fic #did i spend a full hour at work doing this last week instead of my actual work?#yes -- very yes

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daytaker · 8 months

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Hello, it is I, Family Anon, the anon who requested headcaons about MC’s family reacting to the brothers showing up and I have yet another request for ye, May we get some headcaons for Papa MC showing the brothers MC’s childhood photos? Them as a cute chubby baby, scribbling all over walls, getting braces (I saw a headcaon that was about them freaking out at the concept of braces and I just thought it was hilarious ), playing sports, their date for prom, and finally highschool graduation pics, Mama MC still doesn’t like any of them and is glaring at her husband for letting his guard down while MC is just rotting into the couch in embarrassment lol.

[ Related: "Mom, Dad, meet seven of my boyfriends" | "Mom, Dad, these are my other four boyfriends and my son" ]

"Mom, Dad, please stop showing my seven boyfriends pictures of me in the bath."

...is what you would have said if Dad hadn't already moved on from that picture to one of you with your face covered in Spaghettio's. Your dad is sitting on the couch between the twins, the five older brothers all huddled behind them as he flips through a photo album. It's only been a few days since he met the brothers, and while he was openly hostile towards them at first, he's quickly come to appreciate the fantastic sounding board they are for his ramblings on his beloved child. They're engaged, curious, and they ask all the right questions.

"Maybe we were too judgmental about that cult," your dad said to your mom the other day as you rubbed your temples. You've given up saying that there was no cult. You hardly even believe yourself anymore.

Mom has been glaring at Dad since he took out the family album he'd brought with him, but it had done her about as much good as glaring at him had done me.

Now, for a trip down memory lane...

You as a Newborn Baby

You, freshly out of the womb, with a red face contorted into an ugly sob.

"What's that?" Beel asks as he squints at the photo of the squirming infant that barely resembled a human.

"That's a baby, Beel," mumbles Lucifer.

"What's wrong with it?"

"Nothing is wrong with it. Babies are just ugly when they first come out," Belphie explains.

"MC wasn't ugly when they first came out," Beel argues with a frown.

"Beel," Levi sighs. "That is MC."

"....Oh."

You with your Baby Sister

You're almost two and you're leaning over your mother as she holds your newborn baby sister.

"What is happening here?" Satan asks, perplexed. "There are two infants."

"Sure are," Dad says proudly. "That's MC, and that there is their little sister. You met her, didn't you, Derek?"

Satan says nothing, but still somehow manages to sound moody.

"She's our wildchild. Or, she was. Turns out MC has a bit of a crazy streak too. Isn't that right, MC?"

You say nothing. You're a little moody yourself.

You Crying on a Pony

You're about two years old at some autumn festival, your face frozen forever in a pitiful shriek of terror while you sit on the back of a docile pony while your dad walks beside you.

"Did that animal make you cry?" asks Belphie.

"As you can see from the evidence in this photograph, yes."

Belphie mutters something under his breath about making it suffer.

"That's from over 20 years ago. It's probably dead by now."

"Good."

"Belphie!"

You Taking a Bath

You're about three years old, and you and your sister are in the bathtub, naked as the day you were born, playing with bath toys.

"Humans have rubber duckies?" asks Levi.

"Humans?" Your dad gives him a funny look.

"Haha! Oh, Levi. He meant *Americans*. Sure we do, Levi!"

"It's strange that they let you take photos of them in the bath. I don't think they'd let someone do that anymore," Asmo sighs sadly. "MC, where did your sense of playfulness go?"

Trying to explain to these people that small human children are fundamentally unlike human adults is like talking to an especially inflexible brick wall.

You Dressed for Winter

You're standing in a thick coat, scarf, hat, mittens, snow pants, and snow boots. Your arms are practically stuck in the air at your sides.

This seems excessive, comments Lucifer.

Winters can get pretty cold in this part of the country, your dad explains.

Nonetheless, this seems excessive.

This was entirely normal outerwear for a six-year-old child going outside in the snow in January.

Nevertheless, Lucifer says, it seems excessive.

You remind Lucifer about the booties and doggy jacket he dresses Cerberus in when it snows in the Devildom and he stops making such judgmental statements about your parents.

You with Braces

It's a school photo. You're about thirteen. years old, and you're sporting braces. It's a painful memory.

"What happened to your mouth? Asmo gasps in alarm. "Who did that to your teeth?!"

Those are braces, Dad tells him.

"Braces?"

They straighten out your teeth bit by bit over the course of a long stretch of time.

And who did this to Asmo's precious MC?

The orthodontist, your Dad tries to explain, but Asmo is so disgusted he can barely stand to look at the picture.

You and your Prom Date

You're about seventeen, standing beside a boy around the same age, smiling into the camera. You're both dressed in formalwear and you both look vaguely uncomfortable.

"Hey, why's that kid lookin' so cozy with MC?" Mammon narrows his eyes at the photo album.

"That's Sam Jorgenson. Hey MC, you remember Sam Jorgenson?" your dad asks you.

Yes, you remember Sam Jorgenson, your on-again off-again high school boyfriend. You were always breaking up because of some stupid thing or another, and you were always getting back together over even stupider stuff.

"Why's he holdin' onto you like that?" Mammon asks accusatorially.

"Why are you looking at me like that? That's probably from my senior prom." You aren't looking at the photo, but you can guess which picture it is. "He was my date."

Mammon looks kind of devastated. Like he had expected to be the first guy to ever be your date to anything.

"Listen, Mammon, you're my first lots-of-stuff, but I had a life before I came to...um. Virginia. I wasn't saving myself for some hypothetical... 'backpacker' during my teenage years."

Mammon seems to feel like he barely knows you anymore.

You tell him that's just too damn bad, but Sam Jorgenson had a PS4 and beautiful blue eyes so you're not really that sorry.

#lucifer #mammon #levi #satan #asmo #beel #belphie #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me hcs #dthc #hcs #ask response #mc #obey me x mc #obey me x reader #obey me swd

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spencerreidafterhours · 2 years

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*.~The Best Kept Secret ~.*

•Warning: 18+ (kind of idk) Discussion of smut

• Spencer Reid x Reader

~*Penelope finds out about you and Spencer’s… ‘relationship’

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The best kept secrets of the Bureau were mainly tucked neatly in the filling cabinets of basements, locked in protected online forms, and in the minds of their loyal employees. But despite the cesspool of government information that swamped the organization, the most shocking had to be that Spencer and Y/N were fucking, at least it was to Penelope.

“I can not believe it, Y/N L/N” Penelope gasped for what had to be the 10th time.

“Why is me having sex such a shock for you Penelope” You laughed equally confused and entertained.

You knew that Penelope was hyper intelligent, but you still couldn’t believe how’d she’d been able to find out about you and Spencer’s relationship. You both made an intentional effort to seem natural around each other and keep things separate. But according to Penelope, it was obvious you guys were doing something. With the quick glances, intense eye contact followed with blushing and the way everything Spencer said all of the sudden became hilarious to you.

“It is not just you having sex, it’s you having sex… with Spencer! You guys are having real sex right, like he’s been inside you”

“Stooppp Penelope!!” You wrenched “Yes, I don’t know how else to say it, we’ve had sex!!”

‘Had sex’ in the since that it has been a weekly ritual that has been going on for a month and will probably continue this upcoming Friday

You still do not really know how this became a regular thing. You guys weren’t friends with benefits, at least you didn’t think, and you weren’t a couple. The situation-ship between you and Spencer was a secret that was not exactly ready for the world to know; because quite frankly, you didn’t even know what the secret was.

Is it the fact they were having sex or was it because they were coworkers in an inappropriate relationship, was the relationship inappropriate because they had feelings, did Spencer actually have feelings for her, did she really have feelings for Spencer, and if so where would the relationship go?

The whole thing spiraled when thought about too hard. So keeping it just as blissful moments that you replayed every night before going to bed or the times you’d let you mind wonder away from whatever case you were busy on.

You liked thinking about the way he’d look at you with those big nervous eyes, hair draped in loose curls, breathing heavy. How’d he moan into every kiss. His shaky hands as he’d undressed you.

You crossed your legs getting excited just thinking about it.

“Penelope you can’t tell anyone, ok?!”

“I know Y/N, I’m not”

“Not even Morgan”

Penelope let out a disappointed sigh “not even Morgan… but you can’t just leave me in the dark about this. Like I’m curious” Penelope paused and leaned in and sort of whispered “is he good”

You face got flushed and you could feel your heart pumping out your chest. “Yes” you said smiling trying your best to keep eye contact with the floor. “Really good”

You both let out an almost school girl laugh. It was fun and a bit of a relief to finally talk to someone about your sex life.

“What have you guys done” Penelope asked with a playful nudge

“I don’t know. Just things” Penelope gave you a glare that was truly not satisfied with your poor description.

“We did it in his car one time”

“Ahhhh Y/N L/N you freak”

The car was just so convenient . You’d ask him to drive you home after work and he’d park in front of your apartment. You’d entertain his weak conversation that he’d start in attempt to make you stay, he’d talk about articles he’s read and science facts (really unsexy things that are only sexy because it’s Spencer). He’d stare at your lips and you’d catch him. Then all of the sudden you both were breathing hard and leaning in closer and making out. It might of been easier just to do it in the comfort of your own home but you thought it was hotter in the car (and so did Spencer).

Sometimes you’d act like you had to go or you’d say something real coy like ‘what if someone sees’ just to hear Spencer beg you to stay. You’d ride him, or give him a blowjob, or climb in the backseat. If it was really good you’d have a second round in your apartment.

You could tell Spencer wasn’t that experienced by the way he’d approach everything with so much shyness. It was like he had to fight himself just to ask you for something he clearly wanted. But his lack of experience didn’t seem to affect his performance.

You’d think he’s bruised your cervix with the amount of times he hit it. All you could do was gape your mouth open and grip whatever was near when he’d slide into you. He’d look at you with innocent eyes and breathlessly ask “does that feel good”.

It’s hard sometimes to come to work and look in the eyes of the man who’s dick was just in your mouth a couple of hours ago and act normal. But you found it kind of flattering when he’d make eye contact with you during one of his presentations and he’d start adjusting his boner.

It was nice to have Spencer, for sex yes, but to also just confine in. It’s hard to sleep alone after those hard cases and it’s comforting to have someone right next to you when the night seems extra long. Spencer also once gave you a whole spiel about how orgasms are actually good for sleep because of oxytocin or something (his pillow talk is getting better). Truthfully, you’d hope whatever you and Spencer had wouldn’t end.

“Oh Y/N your growing up” Penelope said “next thing I know you’ll be taking a pregnancy test with me”

“Alright Penelope let’s not manifest that” you said with a nervous laugh

A nock was heard on the door, you both turned and speak of the devil himself it was Spencer.

“Hey Penelope have you’ve seen the paper wo-” he stumbled over his words making eye contact with you and he cleared his throat “the paper work for the case last month”. The air in the room shifted and all of the sudden everything was really awkward and you were getting sweaty.

Penelope gave you a knowing smile “no, but I think Y/N can help you find it”

Spencer looked at you, scanning you face and body “do you know where it is Y/N”

“Yeah umm I think it’s down stairs” you said getting out of your seat trying to avoid the knowing eyes and smirk of Penelope burning through your skull.

“Will you show me…where it is …downstairs” Spencer said adding more awkward to this conversation.

You just mouthed yeah and tried your best to ignore Penelope as you exited. “Have fun” she said laughing maniacally as the door closed.

“What was that about” Spencer asked putting his hands in his pocket.

“Penelope’s just in a good mood” you said rolling your eyes.

“So are we still on for Friday?”

#criminal minds #dr spencer reid #spencer reid #spencer reid headcanon #spencer reid smut #spencer reid x reader

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openminded-freak · 1 year

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Wally Darling x Feral!Reader

I haven't seen too many fics on the reader being an absolute little shit and I think it's a hilarious thought, so here we go

TW: Swear words are used, rape is mentioned briefly (just one word)

🔥 You used to be known as the gremlin child in your friend group. Slept all day, stayed up all night, blasted whatever music matched your vibe, and was known for being a downright degenerate

🔥 You'd often end up in the deep, dark corners of the web after your hours of surfing the internet, and, eventually, you stumbled across a blog about an estranged children's show called Welcome Home!

🔥 You thought it was cute, but grew especially fascinated with the show's main character, Wally Darling

🔥 He grew fascinated with you too. A lot

🔥 So he nabbed your ass and took you Home

🔥 When you woke up on his living room floor, you didn't freak out like you thought he would. In fact, you were eerily calm. You sat up and looked at him with a blank expression on your face that he couldn't possibly hope to match

🔥 "If you don't tell me where I am in the next three seconds, I'm running out the door and screaming rape." Wally didn't know what that was, but he knew his friends would be concerned if a stranger ran out of his house screaming anything, so he explained the situation

🔥 You just nodded along as he spoke until he was done. "So, like, I'm stuck here? With no hope of getting out?"

🔥 "Yes, but it's okay, Neighbor.. Your dear friend, Wally will help you settle in..." He cocked his head and smiled.

🔥 "... Yeah, no, fuck that mess. I'm gonna find someone that actually has an ounce of sanity." You tried to walk out but Home wouldn't let open the front door.

🔥 "Open the door before I break a window and get out that way." Home opened the door.

🔥 You met the neighbors and despite the fact that they probably deserved to know that Wally was actually fucking crazy, you wanted to preserve their innocence, so you just acted like you just moved in.

🔥 There was actually a new house on the block, completely suited to your personality, so it wasn't a lie.

🔥 You settled in quickly and made friends with your neighbors (except for Wally), often doing activities with them and hanging out.

🔥 Meanwhile, Wally was distraught! This wasn't going how he wanted at all! Every time he tries to talk to you and explain himself, or apologize, you act like he's a fly @:(

🔥 "Shoo, shoo fly. Bye bye, now." "But.." "Go away 👹."

🔥 You found a boom box in your house and used that to annoy the shit out of him as payback. You tried different genres of music so find which he disliked the most, and then stood outside Home and blasted it at night.

🔥 Turns out, he strongly dislikes rap. He finds most of it distasteful. So, of course, that's what you always play. Your favorite was Short Dick Man by Gillette, you thought it suited him so well 😍🥰

🔥 Yeah, no, he fucking hated that song. He didn't quite understand the lyrics but he could take a guess that you were poking fun at him. He'd poke his head out the window with an uncharacteristic frown. "Would you please.. turn that off.. I can't sleep."

🔥 "Bruh, we both know you literally can't sleep, bffr." You'd turn it up louder.

🔥 Julie would sometimes join in on the fun too. She thought it was such a fun game! You'd just snicker and pass her the boom box.

🔥 Wally decided he'd had enough and marched up to you. "Neighbor, I'm very tired of your games.. You've been acting very unneighborly..."

🔥 "Ok boomer lol"

🔥 At this point, even if he did find a way to send you home, you'd refuse. It's become your life goal to harass him until the day you die. And you don't think you can die in this world, so you get to haunt him forever, isn't that fun? ❤️

#wally darling x reader #wally darling #welcome home fandom #welcome home puppet show #cursed reader #the reader is fucking crazy #but so is wally so it's fine #x reader #rivalry #more like Wally vs. reader tbh #but he loses lol #wally darling headcannons #welcome home headcannons #julie joyful #welcome home julie

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kitthepurplepotato · 1 year

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Week 6 Part 3 - Drunk shenanigans! 🏕️

One day early, yay!

Summary: Midoriya confesses his love but no one’s taking him seriously. Ochako questions Y/N about their relationship. Midoriya and Y/N decides to sneak out and share the spare tent. The friend group freaks out over their missing brother. Shouto proposes to someone he’s not even dating. Apparently the key to his heart is a cup of hot coffee.

Be aware! This chapter is really fricking long and probably bad for your heart and teeth. You’ve been warned.

Warnings (actual ones): Drunk Midoriya, swear words

First Part 🥦 Master List

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“Hey, Sweet Pea.” Midoriya nudges your side, his massive, droopy puppy eyes staring at you from up close.

“Yes?”

“I love you. So much.” He giggles with a massive blush on his face, snuggling back into the crook of your neck in embarrassment. It takes you a few moments before you are able to come up with a coherent answer to that; he only says that because he’s drunk but your heart doesn’t care; it jumps up and down in your rib cage without a proper pattern, leaving you dizzy and overwhelmed.

“I love you too, Izu-Izu.” You smile awkwardly while the gang tries not to laugh out loud at his drunk shenanigans. Apparently that wasn’t the right answer though as Midoriya’s face contorts into a frown.

“You don’t understand. Did you hear me? I love you, Y/N!” He repeats, really loudly, making the whole gang aware of his confession.

“And I said I love you too!” You answer again, but by the constipated look on his face, it’s still not the right answer.

“No, you don’t understand! Why don’t you understand?” Midoriya’s eyes fill with tears and Katsuki tenses; the rest of the gang just laughs while Mina whispers “cute”. “I. LOVE. YOU.” He tries again, for the third time. “I want to snuggle. I want to kiss you then I want to marry you. Do you want to have babies Y/N? Not now, but in the future? We would have really cute babies. I hope they’ll look like you. But if you don’t want to have babies that’s fine.”

You… can not breathe. This is… this is not real, right? Okay, you know it’s not real, he’s drunk out of his mind, but still. You want to run and cry in the bathroom but there is no bathroom to hide in. Fuck. You really-really want to cry.

“Izu, please, stop.” You beg, but he doesn’t listen; the gang thinks the whole situation is hilarious and honestly, it is, but at the same time, it breaks your heart completely.

“I think we should adopt a dog first. See how that goes. Can we have a rescue dog, Sweet Pea? Ahh, All Meowt would hate that wouldn’t he… Y/N, will you marry me?” Midoriya is all over the place and you really don’t know what to do with this situation anymore; you laugh and cry at the same time, just utterly confused by what the actual fuck is going on.

“Wooooooow!” Mina screams, folded in half as she laughs. Jirou looks at you with pity in her eyes but she can’t keep a straight face for too long; she bursts out laughing, looking at Katsuki with a knowing look who smirks back at her, also knowingly. Your friends are assholes.

“Izu, why don’t you go to sleep?” You ask nicely, but Midoriya takes it as a rejection and starts crying. Okay. What the fuck.

“Oh, bless his little soul.” Kirishima puts his his hands on his chest, face teary as he looks at his “heartbroken” friend.

“You don’t love me.” He slurs, sniffing.

This is a joke. You’ll never let Midoriya drink again. Never. This is it. You are done.

“Can you tell me these things when you are sober? And then I will answer properly. Please, Izu. Let me help you to your tent.”

“So if I say this to you when I’m sober you’ll say yes?” His crying abruptly stops and he looks at you with hopeful eyes. You really need to put this man to bed and find a place to cry.

“Did I ever say no to you, Izu?” You smile at him and it’s really hard to not kiss him right now; his whole face lit up from your answer, eyes full of affection and love, he looks so fucking happy you can’t help but be happy with him, his mood seeping into you as he smiles widely.

“Okay.” He says with a derpy little giggle. “Do you wanna wash up in the river with me? Can I wash your back?”

… and the moment is ruined.

The whole gang roars at this point, crying and laughing at the same time, Kirishima and Katsuki facepalms but there is a massive grin underneath their palms as they shake their head , not believing the whole shenanigan.

“You have the order all wrong, Izu.” You giggle, not letting the depressive thoughts ruin your day anymore; yes, it’s fucking awkward, yes, you want to hide from the embarrassment, yes, you want to cry your eyes out over how much you want him to say these words when he’s sober, but right now, you just decide to enjoy this silly side of him. It will be fine. He probably won’t remember anything anyway… right?

“Oh, okay. Can you wash MY back then?” Midoriya answers and you facepalm; the guy really is a goner.

“No back washing today, Izu. We can wash our teeth together at the river though. Then you go to sleep in your tent and I go to mine. Okay?” You try and Midoriya pouts but Kirishima comes to the rescue.

“Yes, Zuku, why don’t we all wash our teeth together and go to sleep? Like a big family!” Kirishima grins and makes his way to Midoriya, taking him away from you; you miss the warmth but at least you can take a deep breath now. Ochako looks at you with concern but smiles awkwardly when you look back her; she also moves towards her tent to grab a toothbrush (probably) and you decide to do the same together with Jirou, who strokes your back soothingly but doesn’t comment on the situation. When you come out with your necessities, Ochako is waiting for you by your tent; Jirou steps away and moves towards the river, leaving you two alone in the dark space.

“Ahh, sorry, I know we haven’t talked and this is really awkward but I felt like I should talk to you. You must be overwhelmed and I’m probably making it worse, sorry.” Uraraka scratches the back of her head awkwardly.

Pro hero Deku fans have a hot and cold relationship with pro hero Uravity; first of all, she is gorgeous, so obviously people envy her for her cute looks, second of all… well… he is Midoriya Izuku’s high school sweetheart and people still ship them to his day, plus there were a lot of rumors around the two a few months ago when they decided to go on a “date” in a public park. They both denied the relationship and if you can trust Deku’s words in his latest interview, they were never actually together, but still… it does make you a little bit uncomfortable. Not like you have any reasons to be, you are not Deku’s girlfriend and he can literally do whatever he wants but… you are a little bit jealous of the girl in front of you who managed to make Deku crush on her for months in their first year of high school.

“It’s fine, thank you… how can I help you?” You try to sound calm but your heart rate is probably over 120 right now. She looks at you with nothing but understanding, letting you have a few moments to take a deep breath.

“I just wanted to tell you not to take Midoriya seriously right now. I mean, he probably meant all of that, he’s definitely the kinda guy who thinks about marriage and kids right away, he is really loyal and chooses his partner for life, but…”

You really don’t understand this conversation and you can’t help but jump into the lady’s words.

“Wait, he definitely did not mean any of those things, I know. I am his roommate, not his girlfriend.” You deadpan and you both stare at each other for several awkward seconds before Ochako breaks the silence.

“Look, I know you guys are not out to the public, but I’m Zuku’s friend and I know you guys are together. You don’t need to hide it from me.” She looks a bit offended for god knows why, making you even more confused.

“What do you mean, ‘you know?’” You step back, a little bit freaked out by the whole situation. What the actual fuck is happening right now?!

“Well, Zuku stopped hanging out with me because he needs to be at home on his day offs to be with ‘HIS sweet pea’.” Ochako rolls her eyes fondly. ”Every time I called him he only talked about you and your drawings and about how cute you look in certain clothes, how well you can cook… he didn’t have to tell me you guys are a thing for me to know what’s up. Zuku is absolutely smitten. Plus, you guys haven’t left each other’s side since we’ve arrived, snuggling like two lovesick teenagers.” By the look of it, Ochako is done with your bullshit even though you are telling the truth and you really don’t know how to make this conversation less awkward. “I see how you look at each other. I came here thinking you are freaking out because Zuku was talking about marriage when you only dated for like a month so I came here to reassure you it’s fine and you don’t need to stress about it…”

“Ochako, she’s not lying to you.” Kyouka comes to your rescue. You really want to cry… well… you are… kinda… crying right now. Awkward. “They are both absolutely fucking stupid and they both deny their feelings towards each other, so honestly, Ochako, if you don’t want to suffer brain damage you should give up.”

That was fucking rude, but at least Ochako doesn’t want to kill you with her eyes anymore.

“I knew Zuku is a bit of an idiot when it comes to love but you too, Y/N? Birds of a feather flock together, I guess.” Ochako taps your shoulders in a friendly manner, mouthing ‘sorry’ as she moves towards the river. She’s just about to disappear between the trees when a wobbly Izuku jumps into her arms.

“I demand to be taken to my Sweet Pea!” He yells with Bakugou in his ass.

“Come on now, that’s Ochako, not a fucking taxi.” Katsuki grabs the drunk greenette and puts him on his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. You sigh and make your way to the river before Midoriya has a mental breakdown over not being able to brush his teeth with you.

You honestly have no idea how you ended up in this situation. It’s kinda hilarious.

Bakugou and Iida makes sure Midoriya doesn’t bother you too much during the short time you guys are in the same space and while Midoriya begs to not be taken away to his tent, Bakugou puts him on his shoulder again and makes his way to the tent with him, ignoring his cries.

You feel bad for him, but he’s way too drunk right now to make his own decisions and his friends are only trying their best to make the next day less awkward for him, so he’ll probably be thankful tomorrow.

You sigh and make your way back to your tent: you can only hope the day after will be less awkward.

~•🥦•~

“Y/N!”

It’s the middle of night. 2AM, to be exact. The whole gang is asleep, the only noises around are the chirps of the cicadas and other night loving insects which might annoy some sensitive people, but you absolutely love the background music of the night. You don’t like the random weirdo calling your name though.

“Sweet Pea!” Says the weirdo again and your heart leaps out of your chest as you crawl out of your warm sleeping bag. Jirou is still still asleep next to you; she sleeps with earplugs so you are not surprised.

“Coming!” You whisper and make your way out into the cold night. Midoriya stands by your tent awkwardly, still a bit wobbly but definitely less drunk than he was a few hours ago. “What’s wrong?” You ask but you can barely finish the sentence before Midoriya jumps into your arms, hugging you tightly.

“I’m sorry. I’m so-so sorry.” Izuku mutters, his face hidden in your hair. Your heart forgot how to beat properly, it’s beating out of rhythm, leaving you dizzy and confused.

“Izu, go back to sleep, it’s late.” You mumble back but you can’t stop yourself from hugging him back; it might be summer but it’s really cold outside so Midoriya’s warm body feels like a furnace against you. That’s all, nothing else.

“I can’t sleep, Y/N. I hate myself so much right now.” He says and it breaks your heart; you really hate seeing him sad or angry; Midoriya is the sunshine itself, he should never wear a frown on his face. Midoriya deserves the fucking world and you would do anything for him to keep him happy and content for the rest of his life. Ahh, you are so fucked.

“Izuku, I love you.” You say without thinking. “I love you and it’s not going to change because you went crazy on me for a few hours. Actually, it just made me love you more.” You smile sadly at the green haired hero, even though he can’t see it from this angle. He doesn’t answer, he just pulls you closer, gripping the back of your shirt like a lifeline. “You were kinda cute, to be honest.” You admit. Midoriya giggles at that and his grip loosens; he holds you for a few more seconds before letting you go. You both stare at each other, a mass of unspoken words buzzing in the air and somehow, the chirp of the cicadas makes you feel brave.

“Izu, is the spare tent free today?” For some weird reason, Midoriya gets really red from the question, his arms flying everywhere as he answers.

“Uhm… I think so? Probably? Why?!”

You grin and take the hero’s hand in yours, pulling him with you towards the spare tent, hoping there is a sleeping bag there already; he comes after you without a word, letting himself be taken wherever you want him to be.

You open up the up the zip-door and slide in, pulling him after you; he stumbles and falls down on the top of the sleeping bag then giggles at his own clumsiness. You swear you hear a tiny, high pitched yelp but you decide to ignore it.

“That’s not how you use a sleeping bag, you silly.” You tease as you hide yourself in the other bag; it’s really fricking cold outside right now.

Midoriya laughs at that and tucks himself in completely; the only thing visible is the top of his messy head. He looks absolutely adorable.

“We will get so much shit tomorrow for this.” Midoriya giggles, but he doesn’t sound too bothered; his voice is rather mischievous than anxious.

“I don’t give a fuck. We’re getting married anyway.”

“Y/N!” Izuku whines, unimpressed by your teasing. “Stop bullying me!”

“Oi, let me enjoy the time when I can tease you, Mr. Perfect!” You laugh, poking his sleeping bag with your finger.

“Also, stop hanging out with Kacchan, you start to sound like him.” He mumbles grumpily; the fact that you can’t see his adorable pout makes you a little bit sad, but it’s way too cold and you are not an asshole to point it out.

“Are you jealous?” You tease again; all the answer you get is a murmur and the comfortable silence makes its way into the spare tent as you two relax next to each other. The time passes but the sleeping bag doesn’t get much warmer; the weather was so much nicer when you went to sleep a few hours ago so it was easier to get the bed warm back then.

“It’s so cold.” You mumble, your teeth clattering dramatically. You are not too great with the cold and all your stuff is in the other tent so you can’t even put a hoodie on. This was a stupid idea.

“Come into mine.” Izuku mumbles shyly, opening up the zipper for you to crawl in. “We can use yours as a blanket on top.”

What a great idea! Midoriya is always warm so his bag is probably much warmer already! You just need to brace yourself for a few seconds of cold until you can snuggle up…

… Wait.

What?!

You can’t fucking do that. Nope. Sharing a sleeping bag is a super intimate thing; there won’t be enough space inside to keep distance, which means you’ll be flush against his body, skin touching skin, cuddled up through the whole night… oh my god.

Oh my fucking god.

You really want to do that.

Can you really do that?!

Well, it was his idea, not yours, so…

“If you don’t mind…” You mumble as you open up your sleeping bag completely and bring it with yourself to spread it over Midoriya; when you are done, Izuku opens up his sleeping bag and invites you in with open arms. As you thought, the space is barely enough for you two; Izuku has a hard time closing the zipper back but makes it work after a few quiet ‘fuck’s. You two end up spooning, Midoriya’s body flush against you; your body is on fire but you try to calm down and not think about the beautiful muscled chest you can feel on your back.

“Your body is really cold.” Midoriya mumbles and tangles his legs together with yours, getting rid of the only space between you two. He’s huge and comforting, his warmth seeps into you in waves, making you melt against him as he tugs you even closer with his arms around your middle; Midoriya entwines his fingers with yours, the action making you hot and bothered and it has nothing to do with the sudden warmth around you; you sigh shakily, trying your best to calm down and not get your hopes up about this but his actions doesn’t help your case at all; Izuku takes a deep breath while he hides his face in your hair then inhales as he hugs you as tight as he possibly can without hurting you. It’s so possessive yet so kind, so intimate… your mind is a mess, your body is giving you confusing signals; you feel tired and excited at the same time, you want to sleep but you don’t want to close your eyes just in case this is all a dream and you wake up alone the next day; you want this to be real, not just an efficient way to keep warm and you know you are the only one feeling like this and it breaks your heart, but oh goddamnit, you’ve never been so content in your life, so whatever heartbreak tomorrow brings you are ready to face it head on.

“This is nice.” Midoriya mumbles while he leaves a kiss on the top of your head. This is so much for your little heart. So-so much. Instead of answering you decide to hold his hand tighter in a silent agreement, too terrified of saying anything out loud, as it might come out broken or you might tell him something you don’t want to share; like how you never want this night to end and how you want to do the same every day even when it’s hot outside because you fit so perfectly as a little spoon, like you were born to be there, now and forever. “I’ll never be able to let you go.” Midoriya mumbles against your hair, ending his sentence with a sigh.

“Then don’t.” You murmur and close your eyes; it’s so much but it’s so right, everything about this so-so wrong and so past the friend-zone; you can feel everything, and by that you literally mean every single thing on Midoriya’s body, there isn’t a single point that’s not touching on a certain level… Jesus, you need to get a grip. You really need to get a grip right now.

“Okay.” He mumbles back; you can feel him smiling happily and this is all you need to calm down; if he’s happy with this, then so are you.

Midoriya’s breathing evens out in a few minutes but his hold doesn’t waver; you fall asleep with your favorite hero holding you tight, surrounded by his warmth, and right here, right now, you are the happiest person in the whole fucking world.

~•🥦•~

Shouto wakes up at 5AM the next day. He looks around, squinting at the random blobs of color in his tent; something is missing but he is too sleepy to figure out what it is. One thing he knows though; somehow, there was more color in the tent the last time he had his eyes open.

Shouto blinks once, then twice, his eyes slowly get accustomed to the pink hue of the sunrise; the tent looks bigger than it looked yesterday, he has more space to stretch, it’s cozy and nice but something is wrong… something…

Green.

Something big and green is missing.

“Prez.” Shouto mumbles and Iida moves his head towards the sound, he squints and assesses the situation, looking for the danger but there isn’t one; the morning is cold and quiet.

“Mornin’.” he mumbles and moves his arms around for a morning stretch but stops midway; he looks to his left side where his arm is stretched out then looks at the empty sleeping bag next to him. “I genuinely don’t want to make assumptions Shouto-kun, but… are we missing a brother on this lovely morning?”

Shouto blinks a few times and stares at the empty space; so that’s what was missing. A big green blob called Midoriya Izuku.

“Should we freak out? Or is it too early for that?” Shouto mumbles, still in a half asleep state.

“Do we know when he left?” Iida asks, much more alive than he was a few seconds ago; he might not be the class president anymore but he certainly still acts like one and Shouto is really grateful for that.

“I slept though the whole night, so… no.” Shouto yawns.

“Did he leave a message or a note?” Iida climbs out of his warm sleeping bag, immediately putting on a hoodie. “I’m changing my question; does he have his coat with him?”

Shouto looks around, a tiny bit more conscious of his existence on this planet; he finds Midoriya’s coat in one of the corners, so the answer is…

“No.”

“We should freak out, brother. Zuku-kun is missing and he’s probably really cold.” Iida says, waiting for Shouto to move his FUCKING ASS AT LAST, but the zombie boy only stares at the poor coat like it just offended his mother.

“Coffee. I can not function. Need. Coffee.”

“Shouto-kun, I love you and respect you but you are really useless.” He sighs and moves towards the door to find his brother while Shouto mumbles profanities into the air, hoping for the coffee appear in front him so he can help in the Midoriya-hunt.

The coffee does not come.

Shouto can not even put his agony into words as he crawls out the door on all fours, feeling like a tiny baby making his first, wobbly steps in the big bad world.

“Zuku, bring me coffee!” He wails to no one in particular, lying down on the wet grass while half of his body is still inside his sleeping bag. He tried. He did his best.

~•🥦•~

“The fuck do you mean he’s gone?!” Katsuki rubs his eyes aggressively. He tries to stand up but there is a second sleeping bag on his chest, occupied by a drooling Kirishima; he frowns at a disgusting amount of saliva and blows the guy back to his side with a small explosion; apparently, Kirishima knows when to harden even in his sleep as he continues sleeping peacefully like he wasn’t just exploded by his own best friend at 5 fucking AM. “Wake up, you sleepy fuck! The nerd is missing!” Katsuki yells and Eijirou looks up at that.

“Where did he go?” He asks with a deep, sleepy voice.

“If we would fucking know he wouldn’t be fucking missing, you dumb fuck.” Katsuki sighs and leaves the redhead alone in the tent to give him some time to wake up. Eijirou slowly crawls out after him like the loyal puppy he is, not completely coherent yet but awake enough to understand the seriousness of the situation.

The next few minutes are nothing but pure chaos; the whole gang wakes up one by one after hearing Katsuki’s aggravated screams, they all ask the same questions and the answer has more and more profanities the more Katsuki needs to repeat himself.

They all start to call out for Midoriya, marching around in the area looking for their bro, but there is no sign of him; at last, Kyouka decides to join the team with a big yawn and an even bigger eye roll.

“Stop freaking out, he’s not the only one missing.” Kyouka mumbles and the whole team looks at her like she’s lost her fucking mind.

“How is that supposed to make us feel better?!” Katsuki yells as loud as he probably can and for some reason, a nearby bush rustles, freaking out everyone awake enough to realize that a bush should not move on its own. Thankfully, the only ones actually awake enough are Iida and Katsuki but Katsuki is too busy being an aggravated asshole to care and Iida’s worries get ignored by the rest of the zombie-squad.

“Y/N is missing too, they are probably together.” Jirou yawns again and makes her way towards the spare tent; the squad yells “oooooh” in unison.

“If I find them and they are not fucking, I’m going to howitzer impact them into oblivion.” Katsuki stomps towards the door and opens the zipper. “Well, close enough.” He grins happily, clearly elated by the sight even though he would never admit it, then he let’s the whole team to take a look inside; Y/N and Izuku are in the same sleeping bag, spooning, Izuku’s face is hidden in Y/N hair and he holds Y/N tightly even in his sleep. Y/N murmurs something about the light and snuggles into the greenette, she moves their entwined fingers to her lips and kisses it before she hugs it close to herself the same way children hug their stuffed animals and goes back to sleep with a smile on her face. Katsuki hears a camera shutter going off and looks at his roommate proudly. Uraraka gawks at the two then looks at Jirou incredulously. Jirou laughs.

Shouto looks into the tent then moans loudly when he realizes there is no coffee there. Momo rolls her eyes and makes her way to the “kitchen “ area to make some. Shouto gets down on one knee and proposes to Momo, but Momo tells him to ask her on a date first. So Shouto does.

Sero whistles and the team of zombies gawk at the scene.

Izuku and Y/N sleeps through the whole shenanigan.

— Deku’s daycare —

Shitty Hair: Deku went missing during the night, but don’t worry, we found him! *picture attached*

— Deku’s Mental Health Support Group —

Kacchan: *forwarded a picture* I can’t wait to hear your explanation about how is this platonic/unrequited. I dare you to fucking try.

… Next Chapter!

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Potato ramble:

- Don’t ask me what’s up with Shouto and Momo because I have no idea, but I’m more than happy to hear your thoughts about those two 😂

- Ahh, I love this chapter so much! It’s my second favorite one (the first one is not out yet! 😂)

- I just finished writing week 8, and you guys are not ready for that chapter. It will blow your minds, I’m telling you! I still don’t know who possessed me that I was able to write that stuff. It actually sounds so good, not like my usual rambles 😂 ahh, I can’t wait!

- Also! There is one more chapter from the camping trip and bro, there is something in it you’ll scream so much about. 😂 I can’t wait for your reactions!!

- I’ll shut up now. Btw there might be a slight delay with the stories because I realized I’m always working on the days I’m supposed to post them and I hate it. I think we will have this on Thursdays and Shenanigans on Mondays? I DUNNO I HAVE ADHD I DON’T KNOW HOW TO PLAN?! …

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