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g0blinwitch · 4 months

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Not to get controversial on main or whatever but while yes, I do generally believe that people should be able to ship whatever the hell they want and not get harassed, I will still never call my self a proshipper. Like sorry man I'm not associating myself with a bunch of people who chant "Kill the cop inside your head!" with zero irony, take over POCD spaces with their fucking discourse, refuse to listen to victims of sexual assault/incest, and turn their heads at every shred of evidence that no actually, fiction can in fact affect reality. Like yeah don't get me wrong I've heard my fair share of stories of antishippers doing kind of shitty things, but I'd rather align myself with supposed "puriteens" than a group of immature people who chant that "they get off from the haterz bc degration kink!!1!!!111!!" over actually responding to criticism.

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sirfetchd · 5 months

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anyone else feeling like this a lot lately

#🎤#anyway its 3am so gn 😅

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nervousdemeanor7 · 1 year

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I've seen a couple of posts about Neil being a bad driver because he has never properly gotten a drivers license, but I feel like he is easily the best driver out of all the foxes.

Like he has been driving since he was a lot younger then ur supposed to (cant remember if it's ever mentioned canonly but we can easily assume on this) and his mom taught him how to blend in. He had to drive perfect to not stand out at all, being aware of everything at all times. Not drawing any attention in a crowd of cars, or the only one of the road.

They could have probably gotten away with shit if they were ever pulled over, but that was a risk they could never nor wanted to take. So ya, there was a 13 year old kid behind the wheel in that car, but nothing would have raised suspicion. He is the safest driver because getting into a car wreak on the smallest scale could draw attention they couldn't afford.

#his spacial awareness gotta be insane #this is coming from some one that doesnt drive because i get overwhelmed by everything i have to pay attention to #anyways its 3am and i got work tmrw so gn #hope this makes sense when i read it tmrw morning #or today? later? in a few hours #neil josten #aftg #aftg headcanon #all for the game #nervousdemeanor7saysshit

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sh1-n0bu · 1 year

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It is 3am again and I am on Tumblr again to share every thought I've ever had so today's victim of my unquenchable thirst™ is not Scaramouche but Xiao. I cannot get enough of him he is just so mhhhhhh djchwhsjyjsnsnssjsjdjdnnbsbdbdbs. I do not have an urge to bring him to ruin. He's been through enough I just wanna be nice to him. Care for him. Poor thing. I give him many kisses too mwah mwah.

♡︎ 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙨 ♡︎

characters: sub!xiao x gn!dom!reader

warnings: overstimulation, dacryphillia, dumbification, feminization, corruption, marking, as always i say cock but it can be a strap on as well, some hints of breeding, some heavy make out and ig that’s abt it

notes: GODS HORNY NONNIE I LOVE YOU AND I CANNOT MF STRESS THIS ENOUGH❗️❗️❗️i’ve always wanted to write smt for sub xiao bc how tf are y’all seeing him as a dom😃 bby would cry if given the slightest bit of affection. he’s a thousand year old extra virgin olive oil wtf y’all. anyways sorry i rambled, happy reading fellow horny ppl

sweet boy🥹

sweet sweet baby boy🥹

first of all it would take a lot of time and trust to get to this point of relationship with xiao

at first even a little bit of making out with him would leave him with a mushy brain and a hard cock

he loves loves loves! marking

kiss his neck, suck on it, leave hickeys, bruise him a little bit

make sure everyone knows who he is absolutely smitten for

he doesn’t mind being marked

he’s sensitive!

sensitive sensitive sensitive!!!

just playing with his cute pink nipples while sucking hickeys on his neck would get him to cum in his pants

and speaking of playing with his nipples whenever you play with them or suck on them he would be all whiny but secretly loves it

“hnngh - n-no… don’t do t-that… ‘m not a woman unngh~! aahhh~!”

has the prettiest moans

slightly feminine too

you think scara was loud? xiao is the loudest

the first time you offered to give a handjob he was nervous and excited

he wanted to be more intimate with you but he was afraid he might do something wrong and upset you

not to mention he doesn’t know a single thing about sex

slowly play with his cute small cock, rub the tip it makes him see stars

and when he was about the come he got scared because there was this weird hot feeling in his tummy and he didn’t know what it was and cried😢

you have to teach him about the basics of sex and that weird hot feeling in his tummy is completely okay

and when he first had his orgasm it felt sooo good, it felt like he was sent to celestia

since then he got addicted

wanted to know and feel more about the different pleasures of the flesh and poor boy got addicted

loves loves loves loves loves!!!! lovemaking

guide him through the things, teach him how to pleasure himself, how to ride your cock as his needy hole keeps sucking your cock in like a needy whore

but its okay he’s your sweet needy whore♡︎

the first time he took your cock he was incredibly nervous

was low-key afraid that he might break because it was just too big

definitely has a size kink, it doesn’t matter if you’re physically smaller than him, whenever your tip touches his hole he would trash around saying it would break him because your cock is just too big♡︎

always has a belly bulge♡︎

praise him

never degrade him, he might cry bc you hurt his feelings

would always want to hold hands while making love because he wants that reassurance and fuzzy feeling of being in love and being loved🥺

one time you forgot to hold his hand and he safeworded thinking he did something wrong

“hic y-you didn’t hol-d my hand a-and i thought i did s-something wrong…”

baby boy kwndksjfjkd

i feel like his favorite position would be missionary just so he can see your face and hold you close to him

easily gets overstimulated but loves the feeling so he let’s you keep going even though he’s sobbing and can’t think of a single thing<333

“aanngh! hiiig! [n-name]~~! auUUNGH~! nyaaah~! l-love you! loveyouloveyouloveyou!! kyaa-ngh~!”

since he’s and adepti and adeptis can have a human and animal form i feel like he would go into heats here and there

and boy when he gets into his heat he becomes a bit more… perverted

definitely would drunkenly giggle while guiding your hand and letting it slide up his tummy and to his tits

“giggle… [namee]~ be sure to fuck me full of your cum okay~? giggle”

so be sure to stuff him full okay? pinch his nipples, bite his neck, fuck his pretty cunt and fill him up until he’s satisfied♡︎

aftercare is important!!

after having his tummy fucked (his words not mine) he would need a nice warm bath

kiss his chubby little cheeks and the diamond mark on his forehead<3

hold his hand while whispering to him of how good he was and how he’s such a good boy, your beloved boy, your darling dearest

cuddles after sex is a must and i cannot stress this enough

hold him close, let him hear your heartbeat as he drifts of into sweet dreams because he knows you will always keep him safe and love him eternally

#nobu.writes #sub!genshin impact #sub genshin impact #sub xiao #dom!reader #dom reader #xiao x reader smut #no beta we die like rex lapis #xiao smut #🦝 anon #genshin smut

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junoswrlld · 6 months

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✧˖°📖nerd antics ୨୧˚

choi soobin x gn!reader 1.9k words warning swearing & lowercase intended & kms jokes genre fluff, established relationship, crack(this was very unserious) featuring sim jake-enhypen and eunchae- le serrafim junos’s note this is supossed to be a birthday present for nai @run2seob happy birthday pookster *runs away*

mini synopsis -- u do nerd anime stuff with Soobin (he shows u anime figure collection & jake jumpscare)

Friday 3am

your phone screen illuminated your face in the otherwise dimly lit room as tonight was just like any night for you, the usual scrolling through tiktok at 3am, more specifically scrolling through the soobin hashtag.

it was definitely endearing seeing all the heartwarming things moas would post about soobin. The genuine affection they harbored for your boyfriend, was palpable. Their posts ranged from heartwarming anecdotes to hilariously relatable observations, all testament to the magnetic charm of Soobin.

but one video caught your eye, an episode of Eunchae's Star Diary, a close friend of yours interviewing Soobin and Kai. It was a compilation a fan made of all their favorite clips from the show. about halfway through the clip show Eunchae asks Soobin about his fixation with anime.

Eunchae leaned in and asked, "oh, Soobin you like anime?"

soobin laughed, feigning surprise. "ah yes, how'd you know?" he said.

eunchae couldn't help but chuckle in response, "Aren't you famous for it....?"

seeing this clip made you go down a rabbit hole of trying to find times when Soobin talked about the interest of his of anime. and in one video he seems to mention having a shelf of sorts the he uses to display anime figures. This intrigues you because it's not like you didn't know of this fascination, having been dating him for a little over two months of course he's told you all about it, but a shelf dedicated to figures? you've heard no talk of the sort.

and you've also had to chance to see such thing since you haven't yet been to soobins dorm, thus you've also never got the chance to see this shelf, so you decided to text him about it

you: u collect anime figures??? soobie:WHO TOLD U?!?!?!? you: u did? you:i watched a clip of u mentioning it soobie: NOOOOOOOOOOOOO you: its not that embarrassing soobinnnn soobie: SO U ADMIT ITS AT LEAST A LITTLE WEIRD?!?!? you: WHAT NO you:id collect them too if i had the money soobie: really?? soobie:oh my gosh im in love you: omg wtf kms ur killing me you: anyways can i come over tomorrow(x together)? you:or i guess later today since its 3am soobin: like after practice? ofc u can you: im #scared after what ive seen of the dorms from tiktok you:a bike right by the stove? really? soobie:OMG LOL ill definitely clean it up for u you: u better

5 hours later (8am)

soobie:y/n. you: what???? soobie: i just heard my 8am alarm go off you: not my fault u couldnt stop talking to me soobie: real u just have too much rizz you:real!!! soobie: but i gotta get ready to go to practice now you: wanna reschedule when i come over then? you:yknow so u (and me) can get some sleep? soobie:ur just reading my mind you: we should have planed it for tmr any since its saturady soobie: omg were so not smart you:im very smart idk about u tho you: since u spend all ur money on anime figures n stuff soobie: honestly fair

Saturday 2pm

you've arrived at the dorm building, its a modern structure with a sleek and contemporary design. It stands tall, several stories high, with large windows that allow plenty of natural light to filter through. The exterior is adorned with a combination of glass and steel, giving it a polished and sophisticated look.

The entrance is well-lit, and as you step inside, you're greeted by a spacious and stylish lobby. The walls are decorated with subtle, tasteful artwork, featuring images of past achievements or group photos of the residents. The floor is immaculately tiled, and there's a reception desk where visitors can check-in.

after the rigorous check-in process of the front desk ladies just making sure you're not some crazy fan trying to break into the dorms, they point you in the direction of the elevators you would be taking to Soobin's room.

As you step into the elevator, your anticipation for seeing Soobin intensifies. The doors start to close, and just before they shut completely, a hand slips through, causing the doors to retract. You look up, and to your surprise, you find yourself face to face with a group of idols entering the elevator.

you think that maybe it's one of the front desk ladies that might have forgotten something? or maybe it's Soobin getting to his dorm at the same time you did. so without giving it a second thought you spam the "open door" button, hoping to help whoever is on the other side of the door.

just when you think that it's surely soobin based on the height the person entering the elevator has, he turn to meet eyes with you.

JAKE?!!!?!??!?! FROM ENHYPEN???????

of course, you have idol friends since you're dating the Choi Soobin, but he hasn't introduced you to Enhypen yet! you don't even think he's told them about your relationship, so what if Jake thinks you're some crazy fan like the front desk ladies did??

jake side-eyes you as he exits the elevator, reaching his floor, clearly thinking you're not supposed to be there. silently relieved that the awkward encounter has come to an end, at least for the moment since you can't stop replaying the moment in your head and cringing.

exiting the elevator onto the floor where Soobin's apartment is located, the hallway greets you with a quiet atmosphere. as you walk, the recent awkward encounter with Jake replays in your mind, leaving behind a sense of unease and self-consciousness. however, amidst these feelings, there's a spark of excitement, especially considering this is your first time visiting Soobin's dorm. the anticipation adds an extra layer to the mix as you make your way down the hallway.

as you reach Soobin's apartment door, marked '127' as he had told you. taking a deep breath, you knock, eager to see him but after 10 seconds of awkwardly waiting outside his door you hear a loud thud coming from the other side. you knock again, thinking his clumsy ass might've fallen over and hurt himself.

just as you were about to knock again the door wings open, and soobins stumbles to lean against the door frame.

"hey, uh, you come here often? i said that with Rizz by the way." Soobin says with a sheepish grin, trying to mask the fact that he stumbled with his charisma. His disheveled appearance and the loud thud suddenly make sense.

as you observe Soobins slightly disarrayed state, a realization dawns on you. the charm in his smile doesn't quite hide the signs of a hurried cleanup. the misplaced items and the askew chair suggest that he must have been rushing to tidy up the place right before your arrival. and the thud? Probably something clattering to the floor in the midst of his cleanup efforts.

"hold on, why do you look so shaken up??? i swear the dorm isnt that bad, i cleaned it up and none of the boys are here. you good?"

"NO DUDE I LITERALLY JUST SAW JAKE FROM EHYPEN. I'LL NEVER BE ABLE TO LISTEN TO EHYPEN THE SAME AGAIN!!!!!!!!!"

soobin gestures at you to come in and you do. "it couldn't have been that bad y/nnn. what did he say anyway?"

"he didn't say anything BUT he did give me the nastiest side-eye on the planet. and i swear if i was near a cliff i would've jumped cause that interaction made me wanna kill myself."

"i hope you're joking about the last part cause i dunno what id do without you pookie." he says while winking and putting up double peace signs.

you couldn't help but cringe, your eyebrows involuntarily scrunching together.

"some light aegyo didn't make you feel better?" soobins shoulders slumped, and he cast his gaze downward in defeat. "how about i put on a studio ghibli film so you don't die of embarrassment?" he says while guiding you to sit on the living room couch.

"spirited away."

"what?"

"put on spirited away."

"of course"

after a Mini Studio Ghibli movie marathon, you remember the main reason you wanted to come over in the first place.

Soobin's cheeks flush slightly as you enthusiastically exclaim, "OH RIGHT!!! where's your little figure collection hiding? that's like the main reason I'm here."

"WHAT ANIME FIGURES?!?!? I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT!!!!"

"YOU ALREADY TOLD ME YOU HAVE THEM?????? WHY ARE YOU SO EMBARRASSED??"

"i thought you might've already forgotten, and why do you wanna see it so bad anyway?"

"soobin, i literally think it's cool. plus i wanna see the things you're passionate about or whatever." you say with a teasing smile, trying to ease the tension of his embarrassment.

soobin sighs, giving in to your insistence. "i guess if you wanna see it so bad." He murmurs softly, fingers intertwined with yours, guiding you towards his room with a gentle tug.

as you enter soobins room you can clearly tell that the living room was the only one he bothered tidying up, as all of his room was left in chaos.

"welcome to my humble abode" Soobin says, gesturing playfully around the room.

"I'm surprised the figures aren't scattered across the floor with how messy this place is."

"to be fair i didn't exactly have time to clean considering you never told me when you'd be here till you were 10 minutes away"

"i guess you're right but wheres this shelf full of figures ive heard so much about?"

soobin pulls you out of the doorway and closes the door behind you, revealing the infamous collection that was hiding behind the opened door.

"WOAH. this is way more than i thought it would be."

"so it is weird???"

"WHAT?!? NO, if anything its really impressive cause how do you have all the money for this??"

"i'm an idol."

"oh right. well anyway, who's this girl?" you say as you go to pick up a chibi-looking figure. when you're only inches away from picking it up soobin slaps your hand away.

"what was that for!?!?!?!" You ask, fingers instinctively reaching for the tender spot where the impact landed.

"don't touch them?? they're only for display. and that's a Nendoroid of Lillie from the pokemon anime, kai bought her for me. also how did you not recognize her? do you not watch pokemon??"

"okay, nerd. also i hate to break it to you soobin but the last time i watched an episode of pokemon i was 12"

"im heartbroken," he says dramatically stumbling away from you, grasping onto his chest (CUZ THATS WHERE HIS HEART IS). "you've broken my heart, this is to much to bear."

"don't worry soob, I'll buy you a new figure to mend your "broken" heart"

"REALLY????? are you serious cause there's this one figure i really want to preorder," he says grabbing his phone out of his pocket at the speed of light to show you what he's talking about

"soobin do you really think i have the money for that? also, what the fuck is a Nendoroid???? what kind of alien name is that?"

"Nendoroid is the chibi figures, they're my personal have to collect."

"this wasn't as mind-blowing as i thought it would be."

"what did you expect?"

"i dunno maybe some secret underground vault of ultra-rare figures guarded by miniature anime warriors or something"

"Well, sorry to disappoint. But hey, can we go back to watching Studio Ghibli movies now?"

"absolutely"

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arttrampbelle · 7 months

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Shang tsung x reader hcs

Reader is gn

*note: this isn't mk12 shang. Never will be. So.....sorry bout your poor taste in shang tsung iterations. Imagine any other version of shang. Thank you.*

Cw:mentions of nsfw(nothing heavy),fluff,mentions of a s/o who self harms and has mental illness/depression.

🐍💚🐍💚🐍💚🐍💚🐍💚🐍💚🐍💚🐍💚🐍

Shang Tsung with a s/o that is.....

Shang tsung with a kind,sweet,gentle s/o. One that is shy,maybe a bit more of the demure side. Or even just a person who isn't an assertive type. Either way a s/o that is more softer and sweeter. A sweet gentle soul. Shang tsung would absolutely love you. It's a breath of fresh air to him. To come home to a gentle energy. Someone he can look to and see innocence in this cold and unforgiving world that is MORTAL KOMBAT. to him,you are his sanctuary. To him you are the closest to heaven he will ever get. And he is so so grateful for that.

Shang tsung with a more spunky,energetic and lively s/o. One who is active and maybe bounce off the walls goofy. Just a jovial little imp you are! One who shitposts memes at 3am and major crackhead energy. (I love you people fr) you are an absolute delight. You Make him laugh till his sides hurt. He's never felt like this in decades,centuries even. Never have you made him feel so alive,so youthful,and full of surprises. He loves your energy. He feels while your behavior can be annoying af at times. He appreciates your sincerity and despite the darkness around you you still find humor and life in everything. He has major respect for that. (You n johnny cage maaaaay get along. But hey i hc shang's cool with johnny,but like a silly puppy and moody dad kinda friendship. They could kill each other but they'd rather talk about kung fu cinema) you are absolutely precious to him.

Shang with a more aggressive,assertive,and angy(?) S/o. Maybe someone prone to easily be angered. Or even someone willing to throw hands and give out a can of whoop ass. Oh thank the elder gods he doesn't have to defend you! Not that he minds,he does love the praise he gets for that. But he feels relieved that you can handle yourself. Not to mention,its kinda hot to him when you get angry. Not at him of course....then again....the thought has crossed his mind....anyways. shang tsung loooooves sparring with you! Unf it's his bread n butter. He feels so alive with every kick and punch you throw. He always is sad when you are done tho. He always craves more. But both of you im sure are busy. But he loves you just the same.

Shang tsung with a s/o that is moody,sad,battles with depression,maybe self harm? He would be extra careful with his beloved. He would check in on you regularly. Pay extra special attention to your needs and make sure you take any medication you need to take. He would teach you techniques to help ease your inner demons. As he understands that struggle. He absolutely knows what to say,what to do,and how to help you. And if he can't help you. He will find someone who can. He will always be there to comfort you and give you advice when you need him to. He may be a dark sorcerer,but he is ruthless. NEVER HEARTLESS. especially with you. He loves you. And doesn't want to lose you. He cherishes you so so much. So whatever battles you face. He will be at your side,to crush any foe or neurosis that stand in your way to glory!

Shang tsung with a s/o that loves to cook. Omfg have his hand in marriage already! You make such amazing foods. Even if its simple. Even if it's just the most basic ass shit. The love you put into it. The fact that you even bothered to give him foods he loves! Unf. This man is over the moon! He absolutely loves you cooking for him. Better if its homemade,and a personal recipe. He absolutely loves you. He may even help you cook. Bonding time.

Shang tsung with a s/o who is chubby,thicc,and got some rolls on them.(this is gn but this is especially for fem persenting peeps. I see you. I got you!) Oh my god he would adore you. He loves your voluptuous curves. He loves how you always seem to look so flawless in everything. And even if you dont feel that way. He still loves you. Because he fell for your soul....not your body honey. Tho...he'd be foolish not to admit. He loves hanging onto every inch of you. Dragging his claws from his gauntlets across your skin. And the loveable little squees you make in response. Hee hee. What can i say my mans a glutton for a teasing. >:3c. But shang would absolutely adore you. Softness and sweetness. Perfect.

Shang tsung with a s/o that kinda is awkward with themselves. Not hating themselves,just awkward. He would totally gas you up! Especially if you get flustered and blush. Fave pastime is making you blush.

Shang tsung doesn't care about where you come from. Ethnicity,nationality,realm. He loves it all. He doesn't care. The man is 500yrs old. Do you think he gives a rat's ass?! Hell no. He would absolutely love to learn about you. He loves to learn. Knowledge is power. And what better way than to gain it by your side. He's stubborn but not to the point of reluctance to learn fron others. Sometimes he knows but not the extent. Sometimes he'll be surprised. Either way. He loves you. (Idgaf why would shang care about your ethnicity? Like there's so many different people in mk rosters anyways. So any x readers from any character that had this was dumb to me,and childish. Black,white,asian,American,European,lizard,shokan,dragon,rabbit person,mortal,immortal,doesn't fucking matter. If shang tsung likes you and wants to peruse you. He fucking will. And nothing will stop him if he genuinely loves you,unless you give him a reason not to. Which you wont. Also if shang genuinely loves you he will show it differently than if he's trying to gain something from you and get you riled up or if its not genuine. Biiiig difference but that's for another post)

Shang would love you in your best and worst of times. During the lows and the highs. He's in it for the long haul. He doesn't play when it comes to the matters of the heart. He's all in or nothing. He wouldn't bother perusing you if he didn't think you two would be in a long established relationship. Marriage or not. He is loyal to his beloved. Only to his beloved. He's a snek to others. Not to you. He'd burn all the realms to see you safe and happy and loved. He'll die for you,he'd kill for you. Either way what bliss? He's absolutely over the moon for you.

Shang tsung is basically a martial arts master asian gomez in love. Whatever and however you are. He will absolutely love you. Cherish you. Treasure you. Every moment. Period. I don't make the rules. He loves you sorry. And you are his,heart AND soul. uwu.

Hope y'all appreciate this. I wanted to make this to say basically tldr. Shang tsung loves you no matter what. And idc what people say.

💖💅🏻💋🔥🐍🐉🏝

#mortal kombat #shang tsung #self shipping #shang tsung x reader #shang tsung mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #villain/antagonist f/o #villain f/o #shang tsung loves you no matter what personality you have no matter what you look like he fucking loves you ok?!#like if anyone says otherwise i will personally throat punch them! shang tsung loves you!!!!#my mans is top notch husband material and that's on that fight me!#the only thing that you gotta deal with is he's a villain and he's a dark sorcerer and you're in mortal kombat so yeah danger zone #but if you can handle that you gucci honey 💅🏻💖#shang fucking loves you #mk x reader #mk shang tsung

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teacuptoast · 2 years

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When We Were Kids

Relation: Dick Grayson x GN!Reader, Young Justice x Teammate! GN. Reader

Warnings: Cussing, hardcore angst, death, potential to make you cry, grammar and spelling mistakes because its 3am

Words: 7.6K

Summary: “I remember when we were just kids. Back before everything got so difficult."

A/N: Well this took me an obnoxiously long time to finish. Anyway, I can't tell if I love this or hate it so let me know in the comments. Feedback is always appreciated :)

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2010:

“This is your newest team member. Everyone meet Blackouts.”

I tried to push my shoulders back and fix my posture. Scanning the room I’m met with smiles and uncertain looks. They seemed unsure of me, though that was the last of my worries. ‘I’m a hero now.’ I thought giddily.

Trying to break the awkward silence I raise my hand and respond with a nervous chuckle. Noticing the tense air, the tallest of the group quickly took charge.

“Hello, I’m Aqualad. This is Robin, Kid Flash, Miss Martian, Superboy, and Artemis. We’re excited to have you join us.” Smiling, the boy took a step forward, extending a hand out to me which I gladly took.

Tapping the toe of my boot to the ground I meekly smiled as the one with the red hair took no time in trying to flirt with me. Though he didn’t get far before the girl in green hit him over the head.

“Don’t mind him,” She smiled and bit back at him, “He’s awful at introducing himself to new teammates.”

Laughing I could only smile back, “No worries, let's just say my patience is thinner than it looks.” Walking past the two I gave the boy known as Wally a very, strong pat on the back. As he winced, the girl chuckled, ‘Oh I like them already!’

Thinking it would be best to introduce myself to the others I looked around. I started by saying hello to the girl with green skin and the boy following her around like a lost puppy.

Looking at the boy I chuckled, “You look like you’re already plotting my murder?” With a lopsided look, I turn to find the girl next to him laughing.

Scratching the back of his neck he looks at me with a small smile, “Sorry, that was definitely not intentional.” Waving it off the two were very welcoming. As they were two of the three members that stayed in the cave, Megann jumped at the idea of helping me decorate my room.

Saying my goodbyes I walked towards my last teammate, the one boy sulking at the back of the room. The Boy wonder, the bat kid, Robin. The infamous sidekick looked anything but excited to meet and he took no time in explaining why.

“I don’t trust you,” He spoke in a brooding tone, arms crossed like a pouting child.

With a closed-lip smile, I extended my hand out to him, “Well I hope I can change that.”

2013:

“No, I can handle the explosion. Get everyone evacuated from the building.” I spoke swiftly, laying eyes on the explosive. Pacing down the last few steps into the basement I steadied myself as the large bomb shook the building.

Years old dust was dislodged from the ceiling, showering me in particles. Trying to cover my head from any falling debris, the reality of the situation began to kick in. Hearing the cement foundation braking, I knew that if the bomb went off more than just this building would fall.

In front of me was a large device, something that had to have been pieced together inside the cramped room. In the center was a glowing red screen, reading the number 00:59. Another shake almost knocked me off my feet as my heart began to run.

“Alright this is just like being struck by lightning,” Rubbing my hands together I tried to talk myself up, and bounced from side to side, “Just gotta wait for the bomb to explode so I can take it all in. Piece of cake.”

Letting out a shaky breath I regretfully admitted, “No pressure.”

Clicks followed clacks as the number quickly began to decrease. My mind was lost in the colossal weight of it all, eyes staring blankly at the screen. Trying to shake out my nerves I taped my boots and let out what wouldn’t be my last shaky breath of the night.

Being in the boiler room of ‘The Nation's Largest Tech Company’ was hotter than expected. Sticky heat stuck to my skin as I was beginning to sweat. Whether from the stress of the situation or the warmth of the room, I didn’t bother finding its origin.

“Alright, the buildings cleared Blackout. Try not to get yourself killed.” Nightwings voice filled the mind link as I chuckled. 00:22 seconds. Wiping the sweat from my face I readied myself.

Placing my hands on the bomb, I responded, “Careful Wing, you almost sound like you care,” Listing to the round of chuckles, I cut the moment short, “Alright everybody T-minus 15 seconds. See you on the other side, Blackout out.”

Feeling the mind link close I shut my eyes in preparation. I was glad no one was here with me, no one would have to watch me tremble. My legs shook so badly I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to stand. My mind was scattered, every bone in my body telling me to run away. I was scared. I’m not ready to die. Opening my eyes I looked at the dooming numbers.

A quick flash of bright light made me shut my eyes rapidly, giving me enough time to pull myself together. ‘I have to keep them safe,’ I thought, ‘No one has to die.”

What followed next was excruciating. Chemical reactions followed a defining bang as I was swarmed by power. Raw and hot power. At first I thought it would melt my skin off, leaving me a pile of ash. Though there I was, still standing.

Shutting my eyes a brief scream broke through my lips as I struggled to keep the explosion from growing any bigger. The size of the boiler room was big enough for a small party of five, this bomb was big enough to kill a party of 5,000.

Engulfing the energy, I felt like I was being repeatedly thrown through pools of lava before being cooked alive on the sun's surface. I just kept drawing it inward, not letting a single piece go. Bearing the pain was worth it if these people got to go home to their families.

Then before I could realize it, there was nothing left to consume. The burning sensation turned into a comforting warmth. Like I was being snuggled by a blanket on a cold winter evening. The warmth sizzled like the ringing in my ears.

My feet began to trip as I stumbled back. Catching myself before I hit the floor I rubbed my eyes. Carefully opening them, I quickly forced them back shut. The small embers they locked onto sent me into an uncomfortable pain. Opting to keep them closed I carefully brought myself to my feet. One hand covering my face, the other danced around for the handle to the stairs.

Once I found it, I thanked whoever decided to make them concrete instead of metal. Not like there was any skin on my hands left. Gripping the handle I began to pull myself up through the flight of stare. Each step hurt more and more as my assent continued. The looming threat of losing consciousness and falling back down the flight was enough to keep me going. One step in front of the other, and after slugging myself up I felt the steps level out.

Feeling for the door I cautiously took one step forward. Finding the door frame I cautiously walked through what I thought, and luckley was, an open door. From then I followed the nearest lightsource, hoping to find the exit.

With the last of my energy, I took small, dragging steps into what I believed was the lobby. Picking and piercing and prodding. In an instant my head began to pull itself apart. A whimper escaped my lips as I buckled forward, trying to make the feeling go away.

Before I could realize it I began falling. Though I could not hear, sleep called for me. Air falling around me I braced for the hit, but before I did something stopped me.

They were warm and I embraced the hold for a short moment. Felling their heartbeat, I reminded myself that I wasn’t dead. That I had completed the mission.

Daring to open my eyes, they carefully cracked open to find another. A black mask covered my favorite pair of blue eyes. They were trying to say something but I couldn't bother to listen; I wouldn’t be able to hear him anyway.

Shaking my shoulders once more I closed my eyes and softened in his hold, before giving in to the calming world of sleep.

2015:

“I’m being accused of crimes I haven’t committed. Crimes I’ve never thought of committing.”

“We have probable cause for believing you’d do something dangerous with your powers,”

I stood in the middle of the hanger, absolutely dumbfounded. In Front of me was the entirety of the justice league; they were having an intervention of some sort. An intervention that was pointless and a waste of my time.

“And that would be a concern if I was a super villain…which I’m not. Do you think I take on nuclear weapons for shits and giggles?” I seethed back.

They all just strolled in here to what? Try to convict me of crimes I haven’t done, that's laughable. Crossing my arms I looked at my team, hoping they would back me up. Though their expression mirrored their mentors. Some couldn’t even find the heart to look at me.

Batman stepped forward as I turned back to face him, growing more annoyed. Taking strides I closed the space between us. The tense feeling only thickened around the room as the leaguers got into a defensive position.

“You’re one loss away from turning into one. The amount of power you hold is making you unstable, and this conversation is only proving it.” He spoke coldly.

“What am I supposed to do with it, huh,” I asked with a chuckle and continued, “Hey Gotham! I’m running out of storage. Do you mind taking this alien laser beam for me? K, thanks!”

Silence responded as no one dared say a word. Arguably the two most stubborn heroes where locked in a pissing contest, and it would be stupid to try and brake it up.

Breaking the silence I continued with a sturdy tone, “I’ve been given the opportunity to help people and I think I’ve been doing a pretty good job at that.” Tilting up my chin, I held the tension for a few more seconds before turning on my feet. This conversation was over.

Beginning to walk towards the Zeta Tube, I could feel the gaze of my teammates following me. I was blindsided by the information that my friends, by now, my family, thought I was a traitor. They thought I was like Kaldur, and that hurt even more.

I stopped as I stepped through the zeta tube, ready to feel the familiar energy of the device though it didn’t respond how I expected it to.

“B-07 Blackout. Access Denied.”

What started off as disbelief tumbled into anger. I shook my head as I felt a familiar touch of air behind me, though it wasn’t Wally.

“This needs to be done Y/N. I’m sorry.” The somber voice of Berry Allen was heard behind me, though before I could face him, my fate was sealed. Sealed with a snap that I’d only ever hear once more in my life.

Heavy weighed the metal around my neck. I tried to grasp onto anything inside of me but it was quickly stolen away. The warmth and love I had grown familiar with were quickly replaced by a sick sense of…calm? The stormcloud that paraded in my mind was lifted, and revealed the wasteland that was left of my consensus.

They had taken it all away. My euphoria. Everything.

“You people are crazy! I haven't done anything wrong!” I screamed and began to panic.

My mind raced too quickly for me to realize what I was doing; I fished my phone out of my pocket. As I dialed frantically I didn’t bother to look up at the others.

Dialing the number I pressed the call button. Tapping my boots I anxiously waited for the caller to answer.

“Hello, this is Cat Grant of GBS-”

“This is the superhero Blackout. They're trying to frame me. Help-” Just as I had cut off the reporter, The Flash quickly took my phone before ending the call. When the phone hit the floor my adrenaline faded, and turned into fight or flight. I was one hell of a flightless bird.

Grinning, I let out a shaken laugh, knowing that I now had leverage in the situation. It's bad press to arrest one of your up-and-coming members, let alone someone who has had media recognition for being a HERO!

The chuckles continued as I looked towards my team. Looking at the league I bellowed out a laugh, “Just wait till the media hears about this! Then you're all screwed!” Laughing more my hands were soon cuffed behind my back.

A rough push sent me forward as I began to walk. Slowly at first, I glanced down at my feet and my laughter settled. Before I could pass them, I stopped. Looking up to my team, my family, I couldn’t help but feel like this was some sick fever dream.

Unfortunately it was a dream I’d never wake up from.

“You're welcome for saving your asses the past 5 years. Try not to die.”

2017:

“And now I ask you to stand as I welcome our reigning champion, ruler of the ring, Obsidian!”

The crowd cheered as a bright light flashed over my face. A smile passed over my face as I walked into the center of attention. Roars of cheers filled my aids and sent waves of happiness through my body. They were all here, all here to support the kids.

Stepping into the ring, I threw my hands in the air to bask in the celebration one final time. Across the ring I found a familiar opponent. David Alamo or as he was known in the rink, Pops.

Meeting in the middle we shook hands as we gave each other toothy smiles; It's hard not to. With one last look at one another, I say a quick, ‘good luck old man’ before we get into position.

“The fight of the night is here! All bets placed as of now are final. Now let round one commence!” The mic went silent and the room was filled with shouts and cheers. Alcohol and cigars covered the place in its natural smell.

I made the first move, quickly shuffling my feet. My movements were fluid but sharp, together and precise. They quickly carried me to the other side of the rink, bringing me in striking range.

‘Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee.’ I told the younger ones. I swore by it. ‘I swear they better be asleep by now-’ I thought.

Before I could react, a fist made contact with my face. The blow sent me stumbling backward; my body bounced against the adjacent ropes. Looking up I met the old man's eyes and as he smiled, “Lost in thought? Thought we fixed that years ago?”

“Yea, yea, whatever. Just giving your fans a chance to win the bet,” Recovering with a quick shake of the head, I refocused. Moving once again my hands raised to shield my face. My previous quick witted demeanor simmered down to a brooding comparison. I looked and acted like a boxer.

Though as he quickly covered his face, in fear of an attack, I kneeled down and swung my leg around. ‘I never really was the Rocky type.’

With a small gasp, he went falling towards the floor. Surprised I had made the first round so sudden, he tried to recover but was stopped by the foot on his chest, signaling the end of the round.

For the gamblers, we usually draw out the first round. Though I couldn’t let that old bastard make a fool of me yet.We carried on like this for the next few rounds, before I was able to make a break for the finish. Allowing the light to once again graze across my body, I showed a short smile to the crowd.

Turning back into the ring I gave my hand to the man who took me in all those months ago. Although we were both beaten and bloody he still gave that comforting, chuckling smile. Walking towards the center of the rink we faced the cow. Hand in hand we waited for the announcer to finish off the night.

“Your champion for the 6th week in a row, Obsidian!” A large role echoed from the crowd as the annoncer spoke. Closing my eyes I basked in their cheers one final time before opening my eyes to stare into the crowd. They 're all here to watch me, to support me and the program.

Though my eyes open to find someone who puts a bitter taste in my mouth. A bitter taste and haunting memories. What is he doing here?

My once smiling face turned stone cold in an instant as we stared at each other, seeing who would break first. Unfortunately, that was me.

Three small voices broke me from my anger, “THAT WAS CRAZY OZZIE!”, “HOW DID YOU DO THAT?”, lastly followed by a meek voice, “You’re bleeding pretty badly, you need to go get checked up on.”

Smiling, I looked at the children's faces. I let go of Pop's hand, though he grabbed my wrist before I could escape. He gave me the ‘we're gonna talk about whatever the hell that was later’ look. Nodding I ducked under the ropes and jumped down to where the kids were sitting.

With an unimpressed scowl, I looked down at them, “You guys should have been in bed hours ago! You had fights today! Why are you still up?”

The two pointed towards the boy in the middle and said, “It was Apes' idea!” He looked at the two and scolded them for ratting him out. Kneeling down I put on my best scary face as he looked at me.

“I wanted to watch you beat Pops…” He meekly spoke. My scary face was flimsy at best and quickly faded. Grinning, I reached out to ruffle his hair.

“Well now that I did, you all need to go to bed. You have training in the morning!” I spoke above the crowd as they began to shuffle out of the building. Putting a hand against their backs I walked Ape and the others backstage to their cabins.

Opening the door revealed around 30 other kids below the age of 16, all metahumans and orphans. They live here and train while they’re not at school. We feed them and care for each other. In the short span of just a few years, they had become my family.

Here there's no judgment, they can grow up to become whatever they want to be; hero or not, they were loved.

Seeing the three crawl into bed, I wished them goodnight before heading back to my own quarters. My steps began to drag as I neared the familiar door. Gripping the handle I entered my room with a sigh.Kicking off my shoes and beginning to take off my-

“You fall off the face of the Earth to join a fight club. That's such a Y/N thing to do.”

Angered I took one, long and obnoxious deep breath to calm myself, “Grayson, I’m going to give you one chance to walk out of here unharmed. Leave now.” Hearing him stand from his spot on my bed I waited.

Stalking towards me I still refused to look at him. The pain he and everyone else caused me was enough for me to kick his ass all the way back to Gotham. I waited anyway, I wanted my chance.

Stopping behind me he leaned towards my ear, “Please just let me explain.” His hot breath tickled my neck, but I didn’t let him get much closer than that. Quickly spinning around to face him I used the moment to bring my hand around. He didn’t even try to move out of the way.

Stumbling back he cradled his now throbbing cheek. Meeting my eyes the realization hit him quickly. He threw his hand up in surrender.

“Alright, I deserve that.” He spoke in that stupid cheeky voice.

“You deserve a lot more than that,” I said with as much spite as possible, “I could care less about what aliens are threatening Metropolis right now. I’m done with you, your bullshit, and the league's bullshit. Now get out before I call Pops.”

He looked confused, “Pops?”

“Turn around, stalker.” A smile was brought to my face as Pops was seen standing in the doorway. He looked red with anger, the type of anger that happens when one of his ‘kids’ is in trouble.

Looking at me he asked, “You know him, Ozzy?”

My face settled back into one of distaste, “Old Acquaintances.” I responded grumbling.

I’ve moved on with my life but I still held onto that feeling of loss. The feeling of being forgotten and feared. The feeling of losing my family and identity all in the matter of a day was enough to leave me bitter.

“We’re teammates.” He protested, though the statement only made me mader.

My voice raised as I turned to him, “Teammates?” I asked, “Teammates don’t try to convict other teammates of mass genocide, Dick.” Before I could continueI felt a warm hand on my shoulder. It was Pops, trying to get me to calm down before I did something stupid.

The three of us fell into an uncomfortable silence. You could practically see the anger radiating off me, anger that hasn’t surfaced in years.

“The six of us are all meeting tomorrow on top of the Catco building. I expect you to be there.” He spoke, now much more seriously than before. Walking out of the room my eyes didn't have the energy to follow him out.

Closing the door behind him I spoke before Pops could ask any questions, “Please don’t.” I quietly pleaded. I asked him to leave and after a protest, he closed the door behind him.

After a long moment I sat down on my bed, where Dick previously was. Putting my head in my hands I was gently reminded of the collar I had on my neck and fell deep into my thoughts.

‘They didn’t know, and I never wanted them to find out. The kids I mean.

The older ones can put two and two together, but the little ones think it's just a part of my costume. Pops was surprised, of course, you never really see convicted felons wandering around the streets, let alone a newly turned adult. Despite it all he took me in with open arms, he didn’t ask questions and I certainly didn’t share. I always told him that his trusting nature might get him killed. I don’t think he cared too much though.

They loved me like a family…but were they? Did I even have one? By blood of course, though I never got to know them. Then there was the team. Funny how in 6 years so much had changed. Kalder turned to the light, I got arrested and Wally.

Wally.

I beat myself over that a lot. Not a day goes by that I don’t. I could have stopped it…they know I could have stopped it. Everyone knows. What if this? What if that? It doesn’t matter anymore. He’s dead and a part of me died with him.’

Showering off my blood and grief I readied myself for bed. I think back to the days we shared one, just like this.

- -

“Alright, you rascals. Pops is running training this evening, I've got stuff to do. DO NOT do anything stupid! You’ve got fights tomorrow and I expect that we give our fans a good show. Alright!” You demanded of the young fighters. They nodded their heads whilst they finished dinner.

Giving high fives and knuckles on the way out of the canteen I grab my jacket from the rack.

“You don’t have to do this Ozzy,” Pop said, “You owe them nothing. Not a second of your time.”

Sighing I tried not to face him, “I know Pops but, I have a name to clear. You’ve taught me to take pride in myself and my actions,” he engulfed me in a hug, surprising me, “Today is the day I lay my demons to rest.”

Sighing, he straightened out the color of my jacket, “Alright. Be back before dinner!” Smiling, he let me go. Watching me walk out the door I trekked through the rather gloomy night. It was cold, leaving me feeling uncomfortable and underdressed despite my jacket. Though I continued to walk through the streets under the dim lights.

To pass the time I began to speak to myself, “Come on Y/N. Why the hell are you doing this!” Throwing my hands up I sighed. “They probably just want you to swallow up some intergalactic space beam that is heading toward Earth. Yeah, sounds about right.”

My mind began to wander as I almost walked past the large news building. Slipping in through the front door and past security, I began my long walk to the top of the building. Marching up step by step I grew more doubtful. Something about this didn’t seem right to me. Why talk to me now after all this time?

Finally reaching the door to the roof I took in a final breath before gripping the handle, putting on a familiar persona and opening that door.

In Front of me stood the five of them. All together huddled in a circle they turned to face me with surprised faces. ‘Was I really the only one who thought I would show up?’ I asked myself.

Taking steps closer to them I decided to break the silence, “Sorry I’m late. Didn’t know I was invited to the team reunion.” Stopping a few feet from the group I looked to Kaldur first.

“Y/N, you look well.” He spoke, giving me a nodd. A very Kalder-like thing to defuse the situation.

Turning to Artemis I spoke, “Thought you were dead,” and then looking back to Kaldur, “And though you were evil. Huh, time flies.” They both looked away, almost shamefully. I’m glad they're not dead; I’m mad but I'm not heartless.

“Alright, your here today because I need you all for co-ops mission.” Nightwing spoke, though he didn’t get very far without me interrupting.

I let out an array chuckle, “You're kidding? Please tell me your kidding?” l looked around as Conner huffed in annoyance, “You expect me just to forget everything that happened? Just toss it under the carpet. Let me guess, for the good of the world?”

“Please Y/N just hear me out.”

“Hear me out after I crush Gotham, or commit world geniceide? take your pick?” I asked sarcastically, “You guys were my family, my friends and you accused me of crimes I’d never commit. You arrested me. You ruined my life. And for what? Because you were scared? Do you think the people I saved from the Wayne Tech building were scared of me?” Rambling I took another breath to let my anger settle. A melancholy tone settled on my voice, “Because I was scared. I thought I died. I lost my hearing and apparently lost your trust too.”

After my speech I began walking towards Dick, staring him dead in the eyes, “Was nearly killing myself not good enough for you?” I turned to look at the others, “For any of you.”

Kaldur took a steep forward once again but Megann beat him to it, “We’re sorry. I-” She spoke, struggled to get any words out. It was then I knew for sure.

I shook my head and finished for her, “No you're not. You just want to get rid of the guilt. I can tell it’s eating you alive.” Deep soot was brought through my lungs though I couldn’t bother to notice. My rage was at the end of its fuse…

“You have no room to talk, at least we showed up to his funeral.”

Or so I thought.

“Don’t.”

Artemis took a step forward now facing me, “Don’t what Y/N? You could have saved him. His blood is on your hands!”

“No, it's not.”

“It probably keeps you up at night huh? Why did you get to live? It should have been you. He should be here. Not you.” She spoke with grief laced in every venomous word. Snow began to fall as I realized part of it was true, we all knew it.

I chuckled, the persona disappearing, “Then just kill me here,” I asked, “You’d be doing us all a favor Artie.”

Silence covered us all like a blanket. Closing my eyes I waited for my final blow. It was pathetic, I know. Though the blow never came.Though the smell did. Smoke.

Quickly I found the others near the railing of the building, peering over to the city. Looking for the source of smoke I scanned the skylines. Block by block until I found the origin of the fire.

“Oh God.”

Without a second thought, I grabbed at my collar and with every bit of strength I had left, it shattered in my hands. The feelings rushed back at me all at once. The feeling of a motherly hug, the feeling of a nice drink on a cold autumn day. The feeling of family.

Adrenaline pumping through my veins I plunged over the railing, hearing shouts from above. My feet never even hit the ground. I could only think about that building, those memories, and my family.

As I neared the building the smoke billowed and turned black. Stopping at the front door I had the harsh realization. Before you could even enter the building, the explosions started. Taking the blistering reactions one by one, I couldn’t even realize as I busted through the door screaming for survivors. Running through the ring I found myself backstage. ‘Right, Left, Left,’ my mind ran as I hoped and hopped and-

Arriving at the door I pulled at the handle but no one answered my screams. I disregarded the handle and punched through the metal door desperately. After my hands had grown bloody, the door swung open. Rushing inside to see a horror I couldn't describe. Amongst the flames, I unravel in anguish. ‘They died together, as a family.’

2018:

New York. The city that never sleeps. Good thing too, or else I’d be out of a job.

My boots rustle the gravel on top of the building as I get into position. The skyline flashes through my dark glasses, reflecting back into the city. Taxis and bustling citizens flood through the streets constantly filling what would be silence with inaudible chatter.

Their lives are so simple, so minuscule. It makes me jealous. Nothing matters more to them than their next work project or their kid's dance recital. They don’t get to lose anything, destined to live the rest of the meaningless life inside the bubble of make belief.

I tried to rebuild my bubble, though it broke a long time ago. There's too much to come back from and no one to go home to. Maybe I'm just like the thousands of ants below me. Destined for nothing more than to scramble mindlessly till I die.

Or I can leave a legacy. Trust me,I prefer the latter.

“Breaking new! A new development has been made in the Blackout case…”

Watching over time square, I threw my bag over my shoulder and began to scramble through it. My hand brushed past weapons and lists before pulling out my desired item.

Opening the plastic bag I cheered in front of the big screen, “Oh yes! Popcorn for this cinematic masterpiece!” Stuffing my face and sitting over the ledge comfortably I watched as the broadcast continued.

“For those of you who are joining us, we have been following a potential blackmail case including former up-and-coming hero Blackout. In 2013 Blackout broke out into the superhero scene after diffusing a bomb inside a Wayne Tec building, saving over 2,000 workers inside.” A photo of a much younger version of myself flashed onto the screen.

That stupid toothy smile made me laugh. My face was covered by a black domino mask to match the rest of my suit. My hair was combed back and my eyes were naive. The next clip they showed was a piece of cellphone footage from that day at Wayne etc. I stumbled out into the lobby all beaten and bloody just to see my teammates chase in after me.

“Can you believe I did that? I was 17 when I took in my first bomb!” I started with no one in particular. Pointing and shouting at the screen I continued to enjoy myself as the broadcast continued.

Cat Grant appeared on the screen again, “In 2015 I received a sudden and desperate call from the young hero,” a familiar audio clip began to play on the screen, “This is the superhero Blackout. They're trying to frame me. Help-”

I sounded so desperate, so surprised. I still find it funny how I decided to call Cat Grant of all people. Not like I could have much of anything else surrounded by the whole league.

“Sense that day 3 years ago there has been no public appearance of the hero, only a brief public statement by the league,” The screen then cut to a press meeting at the hall, “Lastly Blackout has announced their retirement. That is all, thank you.”

Kicking my feet I was getting excited for what was going to be next, “The change was brief and sudden. A promising hero retiring only after a 5-year career? Along with the chilling phone call, my team and I decided to dig deeper. The hero that has saved millions of us just to fall off the face of the planet doesn't sit right with what the Justice League stands for.”

The screen flashed once more, “2 days ago we were anonymously gifted 2 hours' worth of footage showing the true story of what happened to our beloved hero before they made that call. Here is that footage.”

Stealing the footage from the watchtower database was brilliant! I was surprised they didn’t scrub the footage. Now they’re really gonna regret it.

The screen shows me stuttering and stumbling, trying to piece together words I didn’t have, “I’m being accused of crimes I haven’t committed. Crimes I’ve never thought of committing-” The screen flashed black as the transmission was seemingly cut off.

“What! No! We were just getting to the good part!” I exasperated, “This isn’t far…first no freedom to a fair trial and now they're coming for the freedom of the press too!”

The screen then flickered back, this time with a different image, “We at the Justice League believe in protecting the citizens of this world at all costs. That's why Blackouts' dishonorable discharge was stated as a retirement. In truth, Blackout was abusing their power for an ulterior motive. They have been deemed a danger to the people and were properly discharged.”

The big bat didn’t seem finished yet, “There is no conspiracy. Blackout was and still is a very dangerous criminal.” Batman finished as the broadcast ended. In a fit of rage, I threw my popcorn over the side of the building.

My back hitting the gravel I stared up into the night sky in disbelief. “Unbelievable,” I said dryly. The smoggy sky covered most of the stars that showed through, they smiled back at me. I wonder what it's like to be a star.

After a few moments, the gravel shifted next to me. I didn’t bother looking, I already knew who it was.

“Why won't you just let me live a normal life.”

He didn’t answer so we fell into a comfortable silence. A part of me was trying to run away and wreak some havoc while I still could. The 17-year-old kid inside stopped me though. I think they would have wanted me to at least try.

The stars almost seemed to shine brighter when I was with him. It took me back to the time where we’d do this almost every night.

Chuckling next to me he spoke in a soft tone, “Do you ever wonder what could have been if-”

“If I wasn’t convicted of potential murder?” I asked lightheartedly, “Yeah, I think about it more than I should.” Shifting to look at him with a bittersweet smile I looked at my best friend, or whatever we were.

Regret followed him around like the plague. His parents, Wally, Me. He was carrying more baggage then he could handle, and part of me pitied him for it.l

“You don’t have to apologize. There's not enough of me left to hold what happened against you.” I spoke softly. For the first time in a long time, I wasn’t speaking to him with spite or hatred.

“Some of the newer members still ask about you,” he said, still not turning to face me, “It's a touchy subject for most of us, so we usually just say your ability became too strong and leave it at that.”

I hummed in response before asking another question, “How is everyone? I heard Garfeilds super famous now. God, I remember when he was just a kid.”

“I remember when we were just kids. Before everything got so difficult," He whispered as more silence fell over us, smothering us.

“Can you be honest?” I asked, eyes pleading, “Was I really starting to lose it?”

He took a deep breath in and bit his lip. He seemed to be fighting with himself for an answer but, eventually met my eyes, “I think I loved you too much to notice.” Taking his hand in mine I let the reality of it all sink in.

Chuckling I turned away and looked up back towards the stars, “God we’re so fucked up.”

And we stayed like that for a long time. Reminiscing in what was and what could have been. The times we smiled at each other across the cave, the times we would watch the same night sky together in each other's embrace.

Under the stars we stood, star crossed lovers. Destined to fall in love and destined to fall apart.

Sitting up I glanced at the city one last time, my voice small, “Dick, I think I’m dying.”

Before I could get another word out I was engulfed in a tight hug, because he’s known that for a long time.

2020:

This was bad…really bad. Like the end of everything and everyone bad. Everyone was here, even that one British dude in a trench coat showed up to try and stop it. I swear every superhero still alive and kickin’ was surrounding this thing.

In the middle of them was what I could only assume was an explosive, though it was hard to see. A massive ship blocked the sun overhead causing not only Metropolis but half the western hemisphere to be blanketed in darkness. It grew colder by the minute as people ran away from the device.

With the tides of people rushing past me, I couldn’t find the energy to walk away. Too much pain, too much power. So I sat on some lonesome park bench, waiting for my impending doom.

The heros scrambled around trying to figure out what to do with it. Distant shouts and commands were heard as they tried everything. This is the end of the world as we know it, and here I am, basking in the shadows.

It's petty, I know, but I can’t find it in me to help. Why?

Why me?

Why does it always have to be me?

Why do I have to save the people who never saved me?

It's not fair.

“Come on Y/N, you know what you have to do.”

Looking to the side I see a familiar head of red hair. Laughing I shamefully spoke, “Now I’m really starting to lose it.” Sighing I rub a hand over my face. First the paranoia and now hallucinations. It's almost like death is taunting me.

“Hey just think, once you’re here we can hang out and watch scary movies and mock romcoms forever! It gets lonely up here after a while,” He said with a small voice. I know part of it was to pull my leg, but I knew there must have been some truth to him being here. To die so young must be tragic.

With a bashful look, I glanced at where his white figure ‘stood’, “You’re not guilty of tripping me into dying, Wally.”

“Well you owe me one after you didn’t show up to my funeral,” He said, crossing his arms playfully. I look at him with a deadpan stare.

“I would have if I wasn’t a convict,” My chuckle simmered down quickly, realizing I might as well confess. Whether it was the real spirit of Wallace West or not, I needed to let go before I couldn’t.

Drifting to the floor my eyes began to gloss over. For the first time in a long time, the part of me still living, was crying. “I’m sorry. You’d still be alive and Artemis would still be happy if I was there. You shouldn’t have died because I couldn’t get my shit together.”

Looking up to him with a teary face, I cracked out an apology, “I’m so sorry Wally.”

Smiling he looked at my broken state, “Me too,” his face then turned remorseful, “You might not believe me but, all of this was for your own sake Y/N.”

With the strength I had left, I peeled myself from the dim park bench and after wiping my tears, I began to walk towards the others, “I’m sure it was Wally,” waving I said my goodbye to the figment, “See you around.”

The sea of heroes split as my sickly form made its way towards the device. No one stopped me and no one wanted to. This was it, this was my destiny.

As I neared the center I sighed. Every bone in my body felt like it had been shattered, every piece of humility was gone with my conscience. In that moment, the last ounce of my humanity hidden deep within the darkness of my soul, shown through.

Suddenly a light hand was placed on my shoulder, “Can you do it?’

Never in my life would I think Batman would be comforting me in my final moments. Letting the reality of it all sink in, I nodded slowly in response. I put both hands on my coffeen and prepared myself one final time.

Has it really all led to this? All the tears and all my regrets, right to this moment. No, not the end of the world, the end of me.

Y/N, Blackout, Obsidian, and finally you, Stockpile. I am more of you than you are of me. The parasite I was born with, took me in a swift 24 years. A painful, regretful, 24 years of I've lived.

You took everything from me. You made me hungry for more. Just energy; not love nor respect. Bless the soul whose heart you’ll break next. Now I welcome death with open arms and walk a trail I've only dreamed of. I train that you are not on.

The ghost of a smile paints the faces of the people who shut you out, as a white flash fills the dark void. No look of regret or fear in anyone's eyes. Trust from the ones who distrusted me the most. Crackles and strikes of light follow next as I begin to consume. Every piece swallowed whole as the beast roared inside of me.

Before I know it, it's over. Stumbling, I begin to fall, yearning to release the warmth. Holding in the screams of thousands of demons, I clutch my chest. Though I fall into a familiar embrace. Taking my squirming as a signal, I feel the large blade drive through my chest. I’m only left to smile. Smile knowing I wouldn’t be in pain much longer.

Crying over me Dick pleads for forgiveness, though I shook my head in disagreement. He was simply putting me out of my misery. Nothing is more poetic than dying at the hands of your first love.

Shushing him one last time I held my eyes open just long enough to see his blue ones, one final time.

“I’m a hero now.”

A/N: Please let me know what your thoughts are on the story. I was kinda on the fence about posting it so I'd love to hear from you.

#dick grayson x reader #nightwing x reader #dc x reader #dc #batfamily #batfam x reader #young justice #young justice imagines #sorry for the angst #young justice x reader

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thebiggestnaturaldisaster · 2 months

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An Early Christmas Present

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This is the first not school related thing I have written in years. Its also completely self indulgent and for the most part something I personally experienced.

Barely proofread

Warnings: mentions of blood - this is fluff otherwise -

Words: 1.7k

Remus Lupin x gn!reader - no pronouns mentioned

Just a couple of months ago your close friends James and Lily had finally gotten married. It was a small ceremony but that didnt lessen the love or joy everyone felt. It was a long time coming, James had spent years pining after Lily doing whatever he could think of to get her to notice him.

Money is tight but still you lay there on your couch. Your long time boyfriend Remus laying between your legs peacfully reading. Your hand in his hair relishing in the close peacefulness, the book you hold in your other hand being long forgotten as your mind wanders. Christmas is soon and with that comes a plan to show Remus just how deep your adoration for him truly runs.

You can't help but laugh at him when he puts a Christmas tree ornament around his ear, mimicking something Sirius had made days prior. "Minerva was no different, you know? Cats and their small paws and high and mighty attitudes." He sneered while trying to hold in his laughter.

Tinsel is absolutely everywhere. Draped over furniture and little pieces scattered on the floor. Its easy. Sorted. Most importantly, it isn't in the way of the war currently raging just a few feet away. Swears are flying like the snowflakes outside.

You and Remus are tangled together fighting for your lives against the lights. You would swear they have a mind if their own, its the only explanation how they could tangle so severely after after being carefully put into storage. Would it have been easier with magic? Probably. Did either even remember that you could USE said magic? Not at all. The lights wrap tightly around you the plasric is cold against your skin contrasting greatly from the warmth of your boyfriend's hands trying to free you both.

As the lights are finally untangled you can see the tension leave his body. The way the light from the fire reflects off the bulb into his face is enchanting. You never minded the scars. Each time he came back from the nights of the full moons with a new wound you were there helping him heal. He hated it at first.

The marauders had a lot of secrets. They were pranksters sure, but you know better than most. Midnight escapades to the restricted section of the ancient library hell you were one of the few people who knew they're animagi. Remus shares everything with you. You let out a frustrated groan shoving yourself off out of your bed. The wooden floor creaks with your weight as you make your way out to the common room. Your eyes fall onto a familar head of red hair.

"Hey Lils, why are you up so late?" You ask her quietly trying your best to not startle her at the unholy hour of 3am. She turns her head with a slight gasp. Startled er anyway. Her eyes are puffy and her face is painted with the stains of freshly dried tears. The second you start to hurry to her side the tears come back. So you wait. You silently hold one of your closest friends into your shoulder until she's alright. It doesn't matter how long it takes.

"They-They're usually back by now. Why aren't they back?" She chokes out her words asking you a question you don't have the slightest understanding of. The scratching as they come out is audible. The guys. Your guys. You know they go ot and do whatever it is they do once a month, 'boys night' they assure you. Why would Lily be sobbing with worry lacing her voice because they're late returning from boys night? Your thoughts are short by the door to the common room opening. Their voices. Hushed. Worried. Tired.

"God Moony, you could at least pretend like you're trying to walk." James's voice was quiet but in the otherwise silent common room he might as well have been yelling. It earned him a growl from Remus. No reort or quip. Thats when you noticed the blood. Oh the blood. It covered his shirt, his arms, and even his face. You couldn't see Remus's entire face but you saw enough through the brown curls that shielded you from the worst of it. The others didn't look much better. You want to go to him, need to go but something is stopping you. A hand. A well manicured hand connected to a Lily who's demeanor isn't far different from any of the guys. She shakes her head, such a simple action has tears coming to your own eyes. If she spoke you aren't sure. Your heart is beating so hard you cannfeel it in your skull. The tears don't come until Sirius looks up and makes eye contact with you. He mutters something under his breath as his face contorts from pain to panic.

You didn't know it back then of course, but looking back it was pretty obvious that you'd fall in love with him. That'd youd move in together and do everything you could to make the pain just a little bit more bearable.

"Rem dear? Can we paint a Christmas ornament this year? It'd be cute to exchange them Christmas Eve." Your voice is soft, gentle. The smile on your face reminds him of the day after you found out he's a werewolf. After you yelled at them for 10 minutes straight about danger, lying, and worrying Lily.

"Of course dove. That sounds like a wonderful idea!" His voice is chipper. A similar tone to his old days of pranking. A plan was hatching you just weren't sure what. It was mutual.

You sat at the table paint in hand doing your best to get the lettering just right. He's the love of your life and if it's going to take a little extra effort to make this special it was worth it. The table likely disagreed. Different colored paints are everywhere, different brushes, and oh the water cup that you put nxt to your now inedible tea. The letters on the sphere spelling ' WILL YOU MAR' taunting you. It doesn't matter how nice your hand writing is, once its on an ornament you've never written in your life.

You put the long finished and dried ornament on the back of the tree. It'll be better if he works for it you think. The fire is still young, it'll grow in a short amount of time, likely full size by the time your teas cool enough to drink. A content sigh escapes through your lips as you look around. Your home is small but its full of love and memories. Remus has had trouble finding work due to his affliction, but that isn't to say he does nothing. He works odd jobs and when there's nothing he makes sure your house is tidy and fixes whatever he can if it breaks. He will never admit how guilty he feels, but you know. Each book on the shelves, each cup on the cupboard, and even each stitch in the quilt you made together shows the amount of care you have for eachother. The pain just as much as the love.

Remus gets up quickly, only a moment after finishing his tea. You watch as he takes a breath and gently takes your hand in his. His hand is calloused and scarred but the feel the feeling is familar and calming. Each scar a mark of honor to you, but another thing to be ashamed of to him. He brings you next to the tree and prompts you to close your eyes. It feels like an eternity before you feel something round in your hand.

"Yours is on the tree love. I'm sure you'll be able to find it." You dont open your eyes until you finish your sentence. His bavk is already turned to you, not that you could complain you feel like you're going to throw up. This is it after all. Your relationship is about to permanently change one way or another. Anxiety seems reasonable to you. You look over the ornament in your hand, scanning it mindlessly at first lost in your own thoughts. You can't tell Remus has nearly stopped breathing as he searches the tree slowly.

A laugh. You can't stop it before it comes out. Written in sloppy letters are the words you spent forever painting. 'Will you be mine forever?' There's even a heart. You slap your hand over your mouth immediately after the laugh. You saw his shouders and back flinch at the sound, just as you watched his hand close around your equally sloppily painted proposal. He straightens up but doesn't turn around.

"I know we don't have a lot of money, and I know you could do and deserve so much better than me and what I can offer." He pauses to calm his breathing completely unaware of the tears threatening to spill from your eyes "But please dove. I will always do whatever I can to make you happy and you will never regret saying yes. I love you and I solemnly swear I will always love you."

You cant answer. Your brain is reeling and your lungs can't keep up. Another laugh, with this one the tears come. The only thing you can do to try to ease his growing dread is to take hold of his wrist. Giggling, you can't stop yourself. It's not cute, its a mix of giggles and cries as you try to speak. His arm is tense you can feel his hesitation, like a statue not fully carved. You quickly tap at the ornament in his hand. He gets the hint you assume, because you hear him laugh. You feel hin relax under your touch. You probably sound insane to anyone passing by your quaint little home. His lips are soft against yours. They've never felt more perfect. He pulls you in, his arms holding you close, you wrap your arms around him trying to pull him even closer to you.

Your little home so full of love and life has never felt more comfortable than in this moment. This perfect moment with your fiancé. With the perfect plan to propose at the same time.

Neither of you needed a ring. You'd get them eventually, but there was nothing that could've made this moment any more precious.

#remus lupin x reader #remus lupin #my writing #marauders #my fic #fluff

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ughgoaway · 6 months

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it really is a mental health dip kind of a month i swear seasonal depression is mf real 😔💔 but while you take a backseat on writing etc (idk how you guys write so often like burn out would hit me after the second sentence 😭💀) here's some insane brainrot and perhaps inspo but mainly just blurb like comfort to think ab bc honestly why lie matthew may be a headache but he really is the best of distractions in such times <3 (here's to hoping some serotonin will roll its way over to both of us)

(dad matty universe ofc bc well-)

- matty singing his songs to baby annie and absolutely dying when she'd giggle to it

- babysitting annie mid studio sessions like can you just imagine the boys producing and recording and annie taking turns sleeping in each of their laps etc 😭😭

- matty calling adam at the randomest times to ask for parenting advice (crying)

- the very idea of matty holding a sleeping annie in his arms as they both doze off will actually kill me i swear

- any thought remotely related to dad matty doing dad things honestly

- like imagine him packing her school lunches etc and including little notes for her kms

- the boys taking annie on trips etc like imagine them all at the zoo gn

(honestly a pre-reader blurb list/prequel may be a need somewhere down the line-)

anyways yes I totally do not.... think about dad matty......like at all......

bff anon is going to run away and disappear now 😍 xx

(late to respond to this bc I am still violently ill lol)

YES BFF HI!!!! seasonal depression is EARLY this year!! honestly, I don't get it either. Some writers literally write every day... if I did that, I'd die. I don't even write that much, and I still burn out so quickly

okay I don't have the mental capacity rn to discuss each idea in depth but let me just say; YES YES YES YES YES I LOVE IT.

(not very) brief comments on each one below the cut;

- matty singing people to baby Annie and she is just laughing like crazy... yes.

- do not even put this into my head. the idea of baby Annie sitting in Ross' lap while he plays bass. Or Adam takes her from matty when he needs to record a little vocal take, and he and Annie wave from the other side. Matty promptly messes up that take because he's busy making heart eyes at his beautiful baby (and after much pressure, he reluctantly says he was making heart eyes at hann too...) Or she's sitting in George as he produces something, she giggles and presses a button. at first George is like, "No!" But then he plays it, and he's like, "...wait that kinda bangs, " and annie gets a producer credit!!!!

(side note imagine them including an accidental take at the end of a song of Annie babbling or laughing... people are like "what is that cute laughter at the end?" and matty is like "💞❤️💖my baby girl💖❤️💞")

- it's like 12am, and Adam is just getting into bed when he gets a facetime from matty who is PANICKING. Adam is immediately like "bro, what's up", all he can hear in the background is SCREAMING bc Annie is clearly unhappy. matty is freaking tf out because "I can't find her stuffed rabbit Adam. it's been 2 hours. she won't stop crying. I don't know what to do and -" and Adam cuts him off like "matty, calm down, it's okay. didn't you put it in that weird pocket of your bag in the studio today?" and matty looks like he could literally cry of joy and just is like "YES I LOVE YOU BRO. BYE. SLEEP WELL." and abruptly hangs up, leaving Adam laughing and carly asking."oh god, what did matty need"

- perhaps a long day in the studio and matty is like "I'll just rock Annie to sleep on the sofa in the other room, be back in 10" and he simply... does not return. George comes in prepared to have a go at matty for being a helicopter dad when he sees them both open mouth snoring on the sofa lol.

- the idea of messy hair 3am matty trying to test the temperature of the milk on his wrist but getting confused at what it's meant to feel like. simultaneously rocking a screaming Annie and just trying not to also scream.

- OHMYGODDDD. like she's a little older, and it starts with a little note explaining something in her lunch, and she comes home SO EXCITED because "it was a note from you, Daddy!!! it's like we're spies sending secret letters!!!" And obviously, matty is now in full spy mode. they create a secret code, and he decorates them to say "top secret" on the outside. the notes are always things like "love you peanut! have a good day!" But we can play pretend okay.

- maybe Annie has become obsessed with penguins recently (Ross is obviously encouraging this and loves her giggles whenever he shows her his tattoo) and matty wants to show her irl penguins. matty offhandedly mentions him and Annie are going to the zoo tomorrow for the first time and the other boys are like "HMM??? WITHOUT US???" especially Ross bc like... hello he got her into penguins... the audacity from matty to be silent??? so they all are like "we're coming." thus a group trip to the zoo happens, and hann brings his little one and its just a family affair. sooo many pictures, especially Annie seeing her very first penguin and a group shot that a very confused old woman took for them (seriously, why are there 4 grown tattooed men with two children crying at penguins???)

these thoughts became much less concise as time went on...

I might have to do some prequel/early dad matty blurbs... if yall are interested???

#all of these ideas actually had me sobbing #i am feeling ever so slightly better so here are my rambles #if you want any of these expanded... let me know #anon!#bff anon <33333 #teacher au!

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trulylino · 2 years

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=> When They Can't Sleep - BTS

Pairing: bts x gn!reader

Genre: fluff

Summary: when the tannies can't fall asleep by your side.

Wanings: death mentions, food

Masterlist

Jin

Ok I know this is when they can't fall asleep but I feel like Jin literally will fall asleep mid sentence. Like he'll be talking to you, you'll reply and be waiting for an answer, only to realise he's falling asleep. He can literally have been complaining about how he couldn't do that and then be passed out in seconds. Whenever you complain about it in the morning he always just shrugs it off as you taking too long to answer him but in reality he just sleeps like a log.

Yoongi

If he can't sleep he is most definitely clinging to you the whole night. He would never be like this in front of other people but when it's just the two of you under the covers he is a literal koala bear. It doesn't matter if he can't fall asleep like that because he wasn't going to anyway. Eventually he'll dose off if you're nice to him and stroke his hair until he finally falls asleep. Just quite clingy, like if he was a cat then he would 100% be meowing outside your door until you let him in for cuddles. Good thing he isn't so he can let himself in.

Hobi

If you're awake too then he'll try and talk to you but if you're fast asleep next to him then he'll just accept defeat. He turns and faces you so he can see your pretty face and then closes his eyes and wishes that sleep will hurry up and arrive sooner. He really doesn't want to disturb you or make a big deal about being awake so will do his best to match his breathing rate to yours. Eventually after focusing on that for a while he will naturally drift off, so really it's a mutually beneficial exchange, just one that you're not aware of.

Namjoon

He's meant to be smart but this dumbass goes to make himself coffee when he can't sleep? Maybe you're already asleep beside him so he doesn't want to wake you up by cuddling you but coffee? Good choice, Joon, why don't you drink the one thing that's going to keep you up for longer. He tries not to disturb you and while he drinks it will sneak back into your bedroom and just kind of stare at the ceiling contemplating life. Sometimes he'll put in his headphones and listen to music but it's often just really chill relaxing stuff to put him in the sleeping mood.

Jimin

Why do I feel that Jimin would wake you up if you were already asleep, pout on his face telling you that he can't go to bed. You're just sitting there because well you're awake now too and that's entirely his fault. Like what was the point in that. At least now he has an excuse to use you as a pillow as you're too tired to disagree and, realistically, who could say not to Jimin anyway?

Taehyung

Another cuddly boy. He'll nearly choke you to death from squeezing you too hard. Major airways = blocked. You obviously have to forgive him because it's him. He's also a midnight snacker, and sometimes you'll wake up to an empty bed and look at the clock and see its 3am. Where is he? Then you see him standing in the doorway with a bag of crisps, all innocent like you haven't just caught him snacking whilst you were asleep. Then he's forced to share them with you, naturally and you just end up staying up and talking for a while.

Jungkook

He's just like us so will imagine scenarios of the two of you doing things together until he can fall asleep. He sometimes spends the whole night just imagining stupid dates you could go on, like scuba diving, even though he is scared that he'll drown and embarass himself. Maybe he'll just stick to doing that in his dreams where he doesn't actually need to breathe and the stakes aren't particularly high anyway. He likes to tell you about his little scenarios in the morning too when he thinks of a good one. He gets so excited about it its cute, like "Jagi, guess what I thought we could do for a date!"

Taglist: @dreamescapeswriting @sparkyprotectionsquad @bang-me-chan

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fairy-pd · 2 years

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back by unpopular demand

❤Tommy boy as a caregiver pt.2❤

GN reader, regresses between 1-8 years old, Tommy's lines are in ASL

WARNING: This is 1000000000% sfw, if it sounds a little off its cus I cant write for shit, not cus it's sexual okay? okay

notes: hello im sad and small me needs this. might not be for every regressor tho. enjoy

You won't ever feel truly alone anymore. Even though he can get a little too busy between his new "job" and his family, he is almost always at a scream distance- you can always call for him, and if he isnt busy with you know what, he will come to you at full speed

Best hugs ever. Those arms were made to hold and calm down fussy babies

Mama Luda knows almost every thing about you two cus Tommy cant keep secrets from her (lowkey from no one he truly trusts) so she knows you're a little "childlike" sometimes and thinks it's endearing.

Which means if Tommy can't come to you she will, and will take care of you till he's back

After a while, with Tommy's intense glares and Luda's bribing, they'll get through to Hoyt and will get you into Tommy's room, where you'll spend most of your time. His bed is now half-covered in homemade plushies, and you have a drawer for your other small things

Unfortunately, if you didn't bring your small items and managed to keep them with you, you won't have access to a pacifier :(

They both try really hard to shield you from their lifestyle now, except when it comes to food cus they really dont have many other choices- but because you're Tommy's, Luda will try to make exceptions for when you're feeling "sensitive" and will try to get her hands on something simple and cheap for you (most likely sweet): think biscuits, lollipops, etc.

But if you need something similar you'll always have Tommy's old bottle

And he will gladly offer one of his fingers

Insert image of Tommy holding you oh so gently in his arms, while you got your hands on his wrist and his index in your mouth. Man is holding his happy tears back like a champ

Just keep in mind that no matter how hard he tries to keep himself clean for you, his hands will always taste a little like blood :p

If you experience vent regression often, don't hold back on crying. It will take a while for him to learn, but he will eventually make a habit of craddling your face in his hands with his forehead resting against yours, while he softly sushes you

He is a great listener, though not a great problem solver: if you just need to get something out of your chest, he will be there for you, holding you as tight as he can and trying his darn best to make you feel better

'Do you want your bottle, sweetpea? A stuffie? A hug? Wanna suck on daddy's thumb, darlin'?'

He will also make a point on noticing what triggers your regression and sometimes will do some of those things on purpose, if he knows you're both alone and you need to let him take care of you- will take your shoes off, will bring you some of those biscuits his mom hid behind the toaster, will take his mask off and kiss the top of your head till you say "Papa stOp 😡"

He can be a little insistent in taking proper care of you: will help you take baths, will help you brush your teeth, even do your hair if you're comfortable with it/taught him how. One thing is for sure, you 👏 are 👏his👏 little👏 baby👏 and you wont lift a finger if it depends on him

We love this man your honor, and there's nothing he loves more in the whole wide world than his sweetpea

THIS GOT SO LONG AKAKSKSKSKKS

anyways 😪 here's another 3am blurb, from a very inexperienced writer and mediocre english speaker. Hope it was still enjoyable tho!!!!

#agere #horror agere #thomas hewitt x ageregressor #thomas hewitt fluff #thomas hewitt x you #thomas hewitt x reader #thomas hewitt x y/n #thomas hewitt headcanon #slasher headcanons #slasher fluff #thomas hewitt comfort #leatherface x y/n #leatherface x reader #If any kiddos with a horror movie obsession wanna chat my inbox is always open!!!#my writing

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ayoharuko · 1 year

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*Slams open

The box of ideas*

Guess who found your blog. Me. The dancing gremlin.

If you do Danganronpa requests, lemme have the rich boy (Byakuya Togami, THH) with a s/o who is absolutely feral. General sense of danger? Don't know her

If you don't do Byakuya, don't do the request! Just tell me so it goes back to the ideas box!

-out of pocket anon

I’ve gotchu ‘out of pocket’ anon-chan, here u go! Hope u enjoy heheheh~

REMINDER: This character does not belong to me, They belong to Kazutaka Kodaka and all of this is fictional so try not to take this too seriously :3

WARNING: Lots of fluff yet lots of chaos as well.

This is where no despair stuff happened and their just living their ultimate high school life :3

~Byakuya Togami x feral gremlin GN reader headcanons!~

- How did he fall inlove with you again? He himself doesn't know...maybe because your pretty? Or is it because your kind and always somehow brighten up the room....well..whatever he loves you anyway~

- He puts up with all of the crazy shenanigans you do and bails you out of jail sometimes(-<-)/

- It finds it endearing whenever you defend him and always growl at anyone who pisses you off. Its cute honestly~

- He HATES it when you prank him, He glares at you and ignores you for a day even if you try and apologize lol

- His classmates doesn't know how he puts up with you honestly...its like taking care of a 5 year old kid smh, opposites do attract I guess~

- Now in public he always saids your too dumb or your too incompetent but when you both are alone he apologizes to you and gives a kiss on the forehead :3

- You guys are the type of couple to go to the convenience store at 3am, Like just imagine a tired Byakuya getting dragged at the store by his s/o to buy ice cream or whatnot lol

- Anyone who insults the way you act will simply get a smack on the face by yours truly~, sorry but no one insults his darling like that only he can<3

- His also your personal tutor and will help you ace your tests or exams as well as homework!

- When he took you to meet his family because they asked him to he...was very nervous....because he knows that their expecting someone whose polite and proper...but....it turns out they actually like you!

- His mom thinks your very cute and is already saying for you to call her ‘mom’ :3

- His dad was..weary of you at first because of how you act but found you very easy to talk too! His dads happy that he doesn't have to act too polite with you :)

- His siblings LOVE your chaotic energy, You fit in instantly with them and you don't act like a gold digger but instead they see you as a s/o who loves their brother a lot~

- My man spoils you and buys you the most expensive shit...even if you break them somehow smh-

- He loves you..he really does! He just doesn't know how to show it but just know...you melted his ice walls and his ice heart so at least take responsibility~

‘’Tch...honestly...how many times must I bail you out of jail?’’