#and feels weird wearing civilian clothes and everything

[baylardo]

Captain Philippa Janeway reaching out to her somewhat estranged hobo brother Edward if he’ll help her search for their sister Amelia who’s out in space somewhere and he’s like “ok” so she leaves her luxurious pristine babygirl starship to board Edward’s less-than-up-to-protocol shuttle or freighter or whatever so they can find their sister off the radar and she walks in and it’s like this:

I think Liam would be too young :) they’ve got almost a 10 year gap after all hehe.

[starrysharks]

i am the cattt just chillin outt but in the night she's all i think aboutttt

[ymechi]

The hidden creator

I had a plot bunny idea

TW: usual cult stuff, hints of yandere

-gn reader (I tried making it gender-neutral if there is a comment that is off please tell me and I will fix it)

EDIT: 14/11/2023 (changed some wording and other stuff nothing major)

Creator Reader Pov:

-You were just a regular person who one day woke up in Teyvat out of all places

-You realized you still had all your game features and figured it was one of the perks of being isekaied like in other isekai stories

-The whole thing is weird and why you were here, you had no idea

-After the novelty wears off you take some time mourning the loss of your previous life and the people you knew

-After that you try to get a semblance of a normal life like getting a job and trying to be independent

-Despite having a game system you do not want to be an adventurer or learn how to fight it's not for you

-You were previously an average civilian and raised as one it would be hard to become a fighter now

-Instead you gravitated towards creating things, you found an apprentice position in a clockwork shop in Fontaine

-It is fun and you get to tinker with gears and clocks, learning how various machines work and how to create your own items

-overall you are content

-Except weird people occasionally come by the shop you work at including the Iudex of Fontaine which had both you and the shopkeeper sweating the first few times

-Yet the man who insisted you call him by his name Neuvilette is really polite and nice to talk to, soon you warmed up to him

-You could not help the feeling as if you knew him from before, as if you forgot something, you were unusually fond of him.

-Your other "clients" if you could call them that were more intimidating, you had no idea what they were doing in this shop and it scared you

-The Fatui Harbringers occasionally stopped by the shop to buy a trinket or two before leaving, it honestly scared you and the thaught of running away to another nation had crossed your mind once or twice yet you liked your job and your boss and you made some good friends here so it was hard to leave

-Overall you were doing okay

-Except it seems the people here almost in a cult-like manner worship a creator that was never in the game lore

-It is said they resided in Celestia and not many people actually got to see them, not that it mattered for a nobody like you

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Tsaritsa Pov:

-The Tsaritsa knew their so called creator was fake

-She knew she had to get rid of the fake creator as they and Celestia had caused irreparable damage

-Even if she had to stain her hands

-One day it happened something shifted in the earth, air, water- no the whole of Teyvat

-It happened so softly like a small snowflake landing on the ground

-She was hypnotized as if a siren was beckoning her she found you.

-You were their true creator

-You were wearing apprenticeship clothes tinkering with something in your hands and deeply concentrated

-She wondered if that is how you created the universe with careful and steady hands guiding and shaping it to your will.

-She wanted to take you away from this. . . small shop, yet she knew begrudgingly you were safe here, if anyone were to find out a sliver of your existence. . .

-You were safer hidden among mortals

-It left a bitter taste in her mouth

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Neuvilette Pov

-It just happened one day, out of the blue, he could feel it in the shift of the waters

-The way Furina shifted and turned her head unable to sit still confirmed he was not the only one feeling this

-Something happened and he had no idea what exactly happened

-There was this familiar presence this comforting feeling, ancient old instincts waking up

-He followed it without thought until he came upon an in inconspicuous clockwork shop

-He was confused but did not hesitate to step inside

-Then he saw you and everything clicked

-It was you his creator his universe his everything

-You were back

-It seems in this incarnation you were just a human

-That was fine he was oaky with that as long as you were here

-His heart ached seeing you

-He wanted to hug and ask you to never leave again to always stay by his side, for you to comfort him after what had happened and console him

-He should take you way somewhere safer somewhere better not here-

-But weren't you safer hiding among mortals, a part of his mind whispered, no one would suspect you being here even the fake (he cursed them) would not think of finding you here, if he brought you back with him it would create more attention on you

-Attention that would cause you trouble

-He left with defeat on his steps

-It was later he would met the Tsaritsa and a deal was struck

-All for your sake

[nikoisanidiot]

hi! can we have some headcannons about what a relationship with each of the proxies would be like :)

Yes ofc! Note, in my au the main "proxies" are Tim, Brian and Toby!<3

Relationship HC's With The Proxies||Proxies x Reader Headcanon's

Tim Wright -Be prepared to smell like smoke. You will smell like smoke no matter how hard you try. -Lots of Johnny Cash, John Lennon, Bon Jovi, ect. -HE HAS A KISS THE COOK APRON. DON'T TRY TO FIGHT ME ON THIS, YOU WILL NOT WIN. -Tim need's minimum two hours alone after a mission, no matter how long it was. He takes that time to recuperate away from you for your safety, in case he dissociates and Masky fronts.(In my au he has DID.) -Tim love's when you wear his clothes, it's cute to him. -Tim has a soft spot for kids, like a big soft spot. He want's one of his own one day, with you. -He prefers if you don't interact with the creeps(assuming your a civilian) to protect yourself and the others from harm. -Rant's to you about Toby, a lot. -"Hey sunshine." "Oh, of course love." Just a mushy guy. -Probably love's morning kisses. Like any chance he gets, his arms are around you giving you a kiss on the cheek. -When Tim has schizophrenic episodes, I beg of you to make sure you're there for him and to reassure him. Be yourself and try to make what he's going through as comfortable as possible and don't treat him any different unless you think he need's help. Ask to touch him, incase he might be paranoid and want to run. Comfort is key. -Tim loves cooking, homie will cook you a four course meal if you asked tbh.

Brian Thomas -He love's it when your curious -Oh you had a weird phase? He's had weirder. -Brian is your therapist tbh... -Right after a mission, be prepared to take a long, hot shower together. Also be prepared to probably watch a horror movie right after. -"Hey I know your busy right now but could we go get a bite to eat? I'm hungry." "Go by yourself, Brian. Your a big boy." "Fuck you." "Yeah yeah, get me a chicken sandwich." -Brian makes the most bizzare jokes sometimes. -Brain collects guns, when you want to hear about his collection, he gets excited and probably wont shut up about the damn things for AWHILE. -Baby, babe, honey, sweetie and love are his go to nicknames for you. He has joke nicknames for you too like dickface or asshat but only uses it when he's joking. -Brian can get pretty serious sometimes when it comes to his job so please, if he's working him, don't bug him. -Prioritises time to be with you and makes time to be with you for a few hours. -He likes squish. He likes when a person is a little chubby. Mean's Brian has more of you to hold onto. -Gets pissed off when you act like stewie and pretend he's brian the dog. Like he genuinely hates it. -Loves when you wear his hoodie, and if you ask him to wear it again, he will. -Lost of long night drives, jamming out to random music and watching the stars.

Toby Rogers -He didn't get much attention as a kid, so be expected to have a very clingy boyfriend. -Don't underestimate his strength, he's seriously a strong guy. -When you notice his hands are starting to get big sores, he will breakdown and tell you he had another nightmare of his father... So he'll ask you to bandage his hands. -Hand holding, cuddling and literally and form of physical affection. -Toby has echolalia, he repeats the phrase "I love you" a lot, but he does it with the biggest fucking smile, makes your heart MELT. -Toby dosen't have corprolalia. He just swears like a sailor. -Coming back from a mission, he goes for the booze, he drinks a lot of it to forget literally everything of the mission. AKA his tics can get a little aggressive, he punches himself, throws stuff around the room, has occasionally punched or slapped you a few times. -When Toby has a PTSD panic attack, he becomes non-verbal for a long time and just abuses himself relentlessly because he cant feel shit. He has a mental collapse for a few days, and as a result, Tim and Brian let him take a break from missions, letting Jeff fill in for Toby. -Toby needs a lot of panic attack aftercare. He usually needs to be wrapped up in his bandages and lots of cuddles, kisses and care. -"Y/N- could we-could we please cuddle? I want some care... please." -He loves nicknames like baby boy, pumpkin and Tobs. He loves calling you Babydoll, honey, and babes. -Please don't take his hoodie or face mask, sometimes his only comfort is those things when he feels he can't come to you. -Emotional guy.

[heroesriseandfall]

I just think Jason Todd should get into historical fashion again.

Batman #413 // Countdown Presents: The Search for Ray Palmer: Gotham by Gaslight #1

Image description: First image is part of a comic page from Batman #413, showing Bruce Wayne in a suit walking up to a young Jason Todd, in a museum. Bruce reaches toward Jason with a smile and says, “Good afternoon, Jason...I didn’t expect to run into you here.” Jason turns to him and smiles back, holding a tiny notebook and pencil in his hand, and he says, “Bruce! Hi! I left you a note when I got home from school. Right now our class is studying European history--the Napoleonic Wars--but the school thought it would be a good idea for us to take advantage of this opportunity, too.” Jason gestures at a display of three historical women’s outfits, then he says, “Like, that stuff over there is all old clothes people were actually wearing at the time of those wars. Some of it’s pretty interesting...And they said we could do extra credit on this Japanese stuff, if we wanted to pull our grades up. My history grade could use the help...”

Second image is part of a comic page from Search for Ray Palmer: Gotham by Gaslight #1, showing a 19th century Gotham City with people milling around. Jason Todd is standing staring around the city, dressed in period-typical clothing with a dark top hat and jacket. Behind him are Donna Troy, Kyle Rayner, and Bob the Monitor, all dressed in similar Victorian outfits. Jason’s narration boxes say, “It’s really weird, but as alien as this place is, I know it well. Gotham City is Gotham City no matter where or when you find it. I can see myself living here. I can feel the rightness of that. I would fit here, I think, in ways I don’t everywhere else...”

Third image is a cropped part of a comic page from Batman #413 showing Bruce, Alfred, and Jason in the Batcave, near a desk and various equipment. Bruce is in his Batsuit without the cowl, smiling at Jason who is wearing civilian clothing sitting at the desk where there is a book and papers. Alfred is carrying a tray with a glass of water over to Jason. Bruce leans against the desk as he says, “Maybe they couldn’t...but your guardian is a little better informed than they are. What’s your report on?” Jason says, “Oh...a comparison of everything in the Tahara Exhibit with everything we’ve learned about England in the early nineteenth century...weapons, clothes, pots, pans, art...I don’t know if I’ll ever need to know that stuff again, but my teacher loves it.” Jason takes the glass from Alfred as Alfred tells Bruce, “I took the liberty of looking over Master Jason’s report when he’d completed it, Master Bruce. It seemed most comprehensive. I’m certain the professor will be impressed.” Jason grins and says, “Thanks, Alfred. I guess I shouldn’t worry too much about missing a couple of nights on patrol. After all, not even Batman and Robin can be everywhere at once.”

Fourth image is a cropped comic panel from Search for Ray Palmer: Gotham by Gaslight showing Jason in Victorian clothing, tapping the shoulder of Bob the Monitor as Kyle and Donna watch from behind. Jay says, “Wait a minute...we’re trying to find the impossible and we’re overlooking the perfect resource...Bob--does this world have a Batman yet?” Bob says, “Indeed. A few other costumed heroes as well...”

[cabezadeperro]

Codywan; soup

hello! this is very late, but. well. life!

pre-relationship, G. takes place during the war. feat. cody and fox's weird thing, ~1k.

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“Commander?”

Cody doesn’t twitch. He doesn’t turn to look at him, and he doesn’t react to the way the cook on the other side of the counter perks up, lekku twitching.

“No, I am not,” he lies. Kenobi huffs, amused, and makes his way to Cody. 

“Should I call you Cody, then?” Kenobi replies. He sits down on the stool next to Cody’s, long legs awkwardly folded under the counter.

Cody rolls his eyes. He leaves his spoon on his bowl and turns to look at him. Kenobi’s smiling. He’s wearing nondescript civilian clothes: black pants and a grey shirt and a beat up, ill-fitting grey jacket over it.

“What are you doing here?” Cody asks him. Here, as in the lower levels. Cody was supposed to meet Fox an hour ago.

“I do have friends who aren’t Jedi.”

“I know, sir. We’ve all met Captain Ohnaka.”

Kenobi groans, and Cody can’t help it: he snorts, too loud and unexpected, and starts laughing at the face Kenobi makes in his general direction.

The stall is one of Fox’s favourites. Or, at least, one he likes enough to share with Cody. Sometimes it’s hard to tell. Cody never knows what are boundaries and what is just Fox being a paranoid asshole. 

Cody has decided he doesn’t care. The cook is a young Twi’lek woman with dusty orange skin, and she makes the food and deals with the clients. There aren’t that many meals on offer, a steady rotation of half a dozen dishes that’s different every time Cody visits the place, with a predilection for spicy and for teeth-rotting sweet. Cody has found this combination suits him just fine.

He’s been trying to finish his soup for the last half an hour. It’s so hot his lips feel swollen and his shirt—Rex’s, or Rex’s ARCs; it fits him and Cody likes how soft it is, and that’s good enough for him—is damp with sweat, but Cody’s not a quitter. 

It’s also a very good soup.

“What are you doing here, com—Cody?”

Cody raises an eyebrow in the general’s direction, and snorts when Kenobi just smiles blandly at him.

“I think I might have been ditched,” he replies honestly. He checks his comm—Fox’s last message is from an hour ago, telling him where to meet, when. 

Kenobi’s smile changes, goes softer. “Oh?”

Cody could tell him about Fox. They have been working together for almost two years: whether he knows it or not, Kenobi’s witnessed quite a lot of—of the kind of interpersonal conflict Cody used to think they’d leave behind once they left Kamino.

In the end, he just shrugs. He looks down at his bowl and stirs the little that’s left at the bottom with his plast spoon, warm and kind of greasy between his fingers. He will never get used to that—to the way everything seems to grow a layer of grease and dust and grime on Coruscant. He kind of sees the attraction of some of it—he likes some of the museums, and he likes the food, and he likes walking around and people-watching, and he likes not being shot at—but he thinks he will never quite understand what Fox sees in it.

He says he hates Coruscant: Cody thinks at first he meant it, but now he’s not that sure.

Kenobi’s still watching him, a knowing look in his eyes. Cody clears his throat. He pushes off his stool and slides down to the sticky tarmac around the stall, his regulation boots out of place. 

“Not the first time,” he tells Kenobi, matter-of-fact. “And it won’t be the last.”

Cody starts making his way towards the turbolift back to the surface, and Kenobi falls into step at his side, arms brushing. He may be out of his Jedi robes, but he smells like he always does—ozone and wool, leather and woodsy beard oil. Coruscant is loud and stinky and overwhelming, but Kenobi’s smell finds Cody nonetheless, insistent and familiar and unsettling like Kenobi’s knowing eyes on the side of Cody’s face.

They walk in silence. For once in his life, Kenobi seems happy to just share the quiet, hands in the pockets of his jacket and reddish hair sticking to his forehead with sweat. He doesn’t look like Cody’s general: he looks like—he is just a man.

Down here, no one knows Cody’s a clone. They’re familiar with propaganda reels and with the Corries, with Fox’s shock troopers, and that’s about it. Cody catches a flash of himself on the window of a storefront, short and stocky and forgettable, and it occurs to him he is not that sure he likes that. His seething, simmering anger at the shitty, little injustices of life as a clone trooper fights the idea of being like everyone else to a standstill, leaving him tired and disgusted with himself.

They stop in front of the turbolifts. There’s a small crowd waiting to get into the one going up, and Cody joins them. He’ll return to the barracks, take a nap before hitting the gym, and then he’ll bully himself a way into the Corrie guardsroom.

He turns to look at Kenobi, and catches the general staring at him, an unreadable expression in his usually expressive face. It lasts barely a second—Kenobi blinks, and then he smiles, the gesture familiar and easy. Cody raises an eyebrow at him, unimpressed, but then the lift beeps, and the woman in front of him starts pushing forward—he has to let it go.

“See you around, sir,” Cody says. A year and a half ago, the borderline disrespect would have felt—dangerous. Kenobi was an unknown quantity, and Cody has learned to keep his trust for his brothers.

“Goodbye, Cody.”

Cody follows the crowd into the lift. The glass doors close with a screech, and a rattle later the turbolift starts moving upwards. Cody watches Kenobi until he can’t, just another tall Human man, part of the crowd. He’s also looking, blue eyes visible despite the growing distance. Looking, looking. Always looking.

[ebonyslasher]

The reader helping Noir during a stressing moment

Like inner turmoil, struggling to express what he wants, allergy, or maybe overwhelming due to his enhanced senses etc

Or

The reader convincing Earving to take a break and enjoy a day off in the city, in civilian outfits

I'll do the second one dear

A Break from the Noir

“Come on Earving, you can take a break for a lil while with me right??”

You give him the brightest-eyed look he's ever seen. He gives in like the softie he is, you're too cute

However, what would y'all do though? He knows almost every nook and cranny of New York. Almost.

But.....he doesn't know about the underground bookstore you discovered a while back. This would be perfect.

Well....when he arrives at your front door donning his hero suit, you realized that you should have planned things out a little better.

"Uhm how about something more casual..." But what would he wear? Would he even take off the helmet and mesh? Black Noir is fine with wearing regular clothes. But taking off the helmet is a no-go. He feels like he looks weird with all his scars.

So what's he to do?

Thankfully, with some black innovation, y'all get something together. A simple navy blue jogger suit sat peacefully upon his muscular frame. And you had the amazing idea of doing a Kakashi-style black mask, scarf, and hat combo that covers the right side of his face. Perfect.

You start your journey by getting tea from a local cafe around the corner from your apartment. The owner, who you knew well, gave you access to a private room where Earving could relax.

"Earving, I got us tickets to go to the Museum of Ice Cream in a few.""

Really? He's wanted to go to that place forever. His eyes widened and started sparkling. It was already exciting to just spend time with you. But this really puts the cherry on top.

Black Noir began writing on the tablet you got him for his birthday. Much easier to communicate. 'You did? Thank you. Can we go now?'

It's cute when his child-like impatience comes through. And you can't deny his request at all. He looked so happy.

"Sure, of course!"

The Museum of Ice Cream was everything to Black Noir. You've never seen him take so many selfies before. He was enraptured by all the information about the history of ice cream. Meanwhile, you were loving the aesthetics the most.

The popsicle room had to be one of his favorites to run around in.

Also, unlimited ice cream and treats? He's having a sugar rush he was never able to have before. It's funny to watch him act all sugar silly.

Even though you were enjoying the museum, you couldn't wait for him to see the underground bookstore.

"I have another surprise for you. You ready?" Earving was already having a ball. Of course, he was ready for another surprise.

'Yes!'

25 minutes of walking led you two to an alleyway that had some suspicious-looking stairs on the left. Black Noir's body tensed, ready for any danger that might come. Why did you lead him here?

And why were you just confidently walking down those stairs? He must have been caught up in judging the surroundings to miss you walking down the stairs that lead down to.....a cool sign that says 'Books-A-Dungeon.'

Suspicion turns back into excited curiosity. Black Noir had never heard of this before. And he was pretty good at being on top of the bookstores in NYC. This had to be added to his list.

When you both entered, you couldn't help to watch his reaction. If his eyes went wide for the museum, they absolutely went colossal titan mode in here. He stood still, taking in the scene organized out before him. There were sections dedicated to Comics, Manga, Books, and....... was that an old video game section? Black Noir was in nerd heaven.

Suddenly, Earving hugs you tightly. Picking you up and spinning around like you two were in a romance movie.

As quick as it happened, it ended. Placing you carefully down, he sets off to go explore. But, not before grabbing your hand and dragging you in tow.

This was the best outing ever.

[spider-jaysart]

DC Headcanons:

Kon likes to stash chips in his bedroom and Jon loves stashing candy in his

Chris likes wearing baggy types of clothes (the way he dresses in casual civilian clothing in comics makes me feel like he likes that style)

Kara once dyed the tips of her hair red when she was 12 years old

Kon loves pancakes for breakfast

Starfire likes making handmade bracelets for herself and loves giving to them to her friends and family as well

Tim's favorite anime is Spy x family

Beast boy once turned into a snake to go inside a vending machine to get his snack, since the machine ate his money and wouldn't drop the paid snack for him

Beast boy likes to braid parts of Raven's hair sometimes while they're watching a movie or just sitting and hanging out with eachother

Barbara and Kara both accidentally got hit on the wall of a building one time while trying to chase a villain on the run in Gotham

Duke likes to sometimes hum a song to himself when he's alone and bored sometimes during missions. He usually likes to hum the songs "Good day sunshine" by the Beatles and "Sunflower" by Post Malone & Swae Lee

Damian and Tim both binged watched the Wandavison series together one time In the Manors living room with snacks and everything. Strangely, no fights happened the whole time while they were both watching it together. Both Jason and Dick were a little weirded out by this since they don't usually get along, Alfred was happy to see them both getting along for once and so was Bruce, he was also able to relax and not worry about them both trying to kill eachother for one night

Dick once found the four tiny baby ninja turtles one time in the sewers during a mission with Bruce when he was still just Kid!Robin (around 10 years old). The four of them still remember meeting and seeing little him till this day.

Cyborg one time made Jake and Mar'i roller skates that have speedboosters in the back of them

[pomellon]

YUMMY like george arguing with sapnap escalating from him insisting on not entering rooms to then becoming aggressive whenever george actively does or says anything against any of the creatures or the marker

poor george is so confused in the aggressive/violent switch in his boyfriend and sapnap has no idea why he’s so compelled to protect the ship now

Yesss! I do believe it has been described that people under the influence of the Marker at times know what they’re being made to do isn’t really their own will. Kind of like a weird dream-like state I guess? So there would definitely be times Sapnap knows he’s doing something he probably shouldn’t, like wanting to stop George from trying to destroy the Marker. When George asks him why Sapnap has no answer, because logically he knows it probably is best for them to get off the ship or destroy the Marker. It’s like a mental block or haze that makes him unable to explain his actions.

I also just realized how defenseless George would be compared to Sapnap. Sapnap is wearing an engineer suit made both to protect and that gives the wearer a boost in endurance and strength to deal with machinery.

Meanwhile George is just wearing more a civilian suit that is basically normal clothing since he’s a data analyst. I think he will probably get some kind of suit himself eventually because I like to think he’s the one doing most of the tasks outside the ship since Sapnap is terrified of spacewalks.

But still, imagine George having to fight off Sapnap when Sapnap sees him as a necromorph. He’d have to get the plasma cutter away from him, fighting for his life to just pin Sapnap down and get both their helmets off so Sapnap can see that it’s him. And Sap probably has the time to get a few good hits on George before he snaps out of it, only to get even more distressed because George’s face is bloody because he fucking hit him.

George just gets back up and is back on track instantly, because that’s how he’s coping. Get off the damn ship, worry about everything else later. Sapnap automatically reaches for his plasma cutter again, justifiably paranoid about the necromorphs that are everywhere, but George snaps at him to not touch it until he’s left the room, terrified Sapnap will aim it at him again.

Sapnap feels so so guilty, devastated at the thought that George is scared of him, that George must hate him now. It’s another reason he can’t look George in the face, the rest of the time on the Ishimura it’s horribly bruised and later on the Sprawl he still has a scar on his cheek from one of Sapnap’s punches.

[poptart-productions]

『 001 | bloodstained 』

[snk series]

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after the fall of maria , the training corps. need recruits now more than ever ; you go against your brother’s wishes and join—meeting ( potential ) new friends and a familiar face

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black fem! reader ; first person p.o.v ; young reader content ; blood/nosebleeds ; parent hange and levi ; angst ( ? ) ; annoying older brother content ; timeskip toward the end

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I WOKE UP ALONE ONE MORNING.

i turned on my side , taking in my surroundings : my brother’s room.

i sit up , tugging the comforter along with me ; i glance around once more , “[b/n]?” i croaked.

no response.

i pulled myself out of bed with a yawn , before waddling to the washroom.

i couldn’t bear even a glimpse at my reflection.

i was still wearing the same clothes ; my hair looked like a mess—i’d been neglecting it—i probably stunk , too.

those clothes were getting large on me ; how long has it been since i’d eaten?

i don’t know how many days had passed but i did know that i spent them commandeering my brother’s room.

sleeping and doing nothing else—nothing productive.

but at the same time. . .

i didn't care.

the only reason i got out of bed today was that i had to pee.

i was in the middle of making my way back to bed when someone knocked on the door.

assuming it to be my brother , i went and fully opened it without a second thought.

imagine my horror when i found that the person i was looking at was , in fact , not my brother.

this is , my mouth went dry , squad leader hange zoë. when [b/n] was home more often , he used to tell me stories about his squad.

his leader’s name was always on the tip of his tongue when he got home ; ‘hange’s crazy’ he said , ‘way too into their research’ he said.

they seemed pretty subdued to me , at least right at that moment.

i continued staring at them before realizing that i should’ve opened my mouth ages ago.

“ sorry , i thought you were my—“

“—brother? he’s on stable duty.”

they shrug , “yeah , he asked me to come and see how you were doing” they smile down at me , and i nod.

it’s silent for a moment.

“. . .so you’re good?”

“—oh , yeah—i’m fine , i guess”

“well , that’s good. my name’s hange zoë! do you need anything or—. . .”

i shake my head , “no! i’m—i’m. . .fine? . . .” shrugging , i avert my gaze.

another moment of silence followed—but it was somehow more uncomfortable than the last.

i sighed , realizing i would have to be the one to fill it.

“so—“

“—you look just like your mother”

i stammered out a half-hearted ‘thank you’, followed by , “you knew her?”

“well yeah. . . ?” a forced laugh pulls at zoë’s lips ,“. . .didn’t you?”

i turned to stone ; analyzing them to ensure they were seriously asking.

i looked down for a moment , and as i look up—feeling prepared to answer , i found that squad leader zoë was gone.

i didn’t search for long before i witnessed them being dragged away by a man who is much shorter than they are.

is that , i narrowed my eyes , corporal ackermann?

“c’mon , levi—what did i do?” they shout in the distance.

i guess it is him.

weird.

i began to retreat back into the room when a dull ache settled in my heart.

it’s been a while since i’ve seen [b/n].

i left the room as i was , wandering off in hopes of finding the stables—i found everything but that.

this had to be the tenth time i’d walked into a random room within the last hour.

this must be the sick bay.

the scent was thick , the morale was low.

a civilian woman lay slumped over an empty bed ; her sobs muffled by the comforter.

i mumbled out an awkward apology to anyone i made eye contact with and started to leave.

but i stopped ; my legs wouldn’t move.

i turned back , staring at the woman intently.

before i knew it , i was making my way over to her, kneeling to her level , although she didn’t notice me in her current state.

rather than getting startled when i placed my hand on the center of her back , she just paused and glanced back at me.

her face had been swollen and twisted with sorrow ; she looked at me as if she was expecting someone else.

she doesn’t say anything , waiting for me to speak first , “. . .would you like a hug?”

her gaze fell to the floor , as she appeared to be pondering my offer.

her tense hands unclench around the sheets , and she turns her body to me.

she gingerly wraps her arms around my body , resting her head on my shoulder.

she cried into my shirt for a time and when she was finished , she pulled away from me.

her body looked heavy , but she got up.

she smiled at me—though it was fleeting , before leaving the room.

i stayed there for a while , startled by a firm hand on my shoulder , “hey , kid—“

it was only when i noticed my nose was bleeding that i realized that i had just suplexed a nurse.

the aforementioned nurse was now wiping away the blood on my face ; i kicked my feet back and forth on the bed as she did so.

“you know lina?” she suddenly asked , and i only blinked at her ; she laughed , “guess not , huh? she’s the woman you were just talking to.”

“i just thought you knew her because she didn’t speak to anyone else, is all.” she mumbled , diverting her attention back to my bloody nose.

my eyebrows furrowed at this information , “i don’t know—i guess she just wanted to let it out.”

the woman halted completely.

“she’s been through a lot , but , ” i continued , “i think she’ll be okay.”

the woman laughed ; humorlessly—i initially thought , “you’re real mature for a kid , you know that?”

“you’ve got some serious strength—most kids can’t do things like that.” she continues.

she raises a brow , glancing up at me , “you ever considered joining the corps.?” “yes!”

i composed myself , “. . .yes.”

“the scouts. i wanna join the scouts”

the woman leaned back , examining my face for a moment ; upon gathering that i was serious , she smiled “with proper training , you’ll get there.”

in the end , that interaction lit a fire under me ; so much so , that i’d actually taken the time to look after myself.

i’d taken a shower , and attempted to do something with my hair—though , there was not much at my disposal.

i was sitting at my brother’s desk when he finished his cleaning.

“i’m back,” he noticed me , and paused for a moment , “you’re looking better” he closed the door , a smile forming.

i nodded in his direction , “why don’t you have a seat?”

“. . .okay?” he was a bit apprehensive , but did as he was asked.

i shifted , waiting a minute before making my proposal , “i wanna join the trainee corps.”

he laughed.

he’d been laughing for the past twenty minutes—every time his laughter would start to die down , he’d take one look at my face and start cackling all over again.

“i’m sorry—i’m sorry—i just—“ “—i don’t get what’s so funny about this.” i shut him up , crossing my arms.

my brother mirrored my actions , “why can’t you just tailor dresses or open a bakery like a normal woman?”

“you’re just afraid i might outshine you for once” i jest ; [b/n] all but chortles at the idea , “you wish. . .”

“it’s just-. . .” he became fidgety all of a sudden , his hands in a desperate search for somewhere to be.

“you could die.”

“so could you.” i stated.

he stilled , raising his eyebrows at me—the thing he always did when he was thinking about something.

he stood up from the bed , approaching the desk until he was directly in front of me.

“alright , well answer me this : why exactly do you wanna join so badly?”

i smiled , as i’d rehearsed my answer, “you and me are different .”

“i care about more than just surviving.”

“i want everyone to live.”

“i know i can help humanity get there one day , that’s why i want to join”

[b/n] pressed his lips together.

he was silent for a moment , eyes heavy.

he huffed , reaching down to flick my forehead , “ow!”

“you’re so corny” yawning , [b/n] collapsed onto his bed , groaning into the pillow , “this blanket smells like feet”

completely ignoring that , i then ask , “wait! so—did i pass the test?”

he turned to me , “there was no test , i knew you were gonna go anyway”

“okay!” i became giddy , practically leaping off the chair , “where do i sign up?”

“you can ask the commander about it,” [b/n] mumbles

“alright—“ “—but don’t get your hopes up.” he called after me , as i was leaving the room.

i turn back to him , “why not?”

“before you do any drills , you have to do. . .”

“mandatory recruit training.” he put on a drill sergeant's voice.

i stop moving , eyes squinting in confusion , “what?”

the answer is : the most miserable three years of my existence , at least up until that point.

at the very least , i soon realized that one of my fellow recruits was armin.

i wanted to speak with him but he didn't seem to recognize me—and it’s not like i could just go up and say ‘hey , i’m the girl that pulled a gun on our bullies ; remember?’

besides , he already had friends that he was always with ; each of them was very hard to approach on their own , led alone when together.

it got harder to socialize when everyone formed their friendship circles.

excluding me , of course because i was too much of a coward to go make friends like i used to.

despite being at the top of my unit , i began to agonize over how to talk to people.

i’d successfully fumbled every scenario i schemed in my head.

i saw my brother less , so i ate alone , trained alone , and no one wanted to be paired with me in sparring matches.

my over-excessive nosebleeds i had gotten during this time did not help.

it had gotten to the point where i was constantly being carted off to the infirmary , and all my shirts were stained with blood.

we were about to join the trainee corps. and i still hadn't made any friends.

in honor of our ‘graduation’ , we were given our fitted uniforms and slightly better food for supper.

i ended up taking my tray outside so i could prod at my food without the prying eyes of others.

the sound of encroaching footsteps disrupt the otherwise silent surroundings.

i tensed , holding my breath as i waited for them to pass ; instead , this person sat next to me on the steps.

i stay silent for an embarrassing amount of time before the person started laughing at me , “not gonna say hello?”

it was my brother ; he was twenty-three by then.

“what are you doing here?” my demeanor changed in an instant.

“because it’s your birthday?” i then noticed the small box he was holding in his right hand.

but i can’t have forgot about my own birthday , right?

“ —what day is it?”

he blinked , “your birthday.”

feeling stupid , i hung my head , “. . .right”

“anyway ,” [b/n] stood up , “i just came to give you this.” he tossed me the present.

“be good.” with that , he walks away—no ‘how have you been’ or anything.

some things just don’t change.

deciding that i was done eating , i stood up.

i turned around , shocked to find a familiar face.

“happy birthday” , he said , avoiding eye contact ; a gentle smile on his face

armin.

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raven for sure owns chunky af slippers that are like dinosaur or bear feet (he definitely has bunny slippers that's out of question) I KNOW HE WOULD WEAR THAT OUTSIDE OF THE HOUSE, like roaming the streets of NY in his giant dinosaur feet shaped slippers.

okay, so listen: i just saved a pin to the stan board that really just encapsulates the energy of this ask perfectly. omg. cozy king tbh.

…but this is The Ask Ever.

This is the REALEST ask.

oh my God, this is my fAVORITE ask — tbh any ask about offstage boyfail cryptid celebrity ravenstan when he’s not in the deceptively hot sexy rockstar getup and is just in his civilian clothes and by that i mean the most obscenely embarrassing crusty musty dusty oversized, hole-filled, stain covered ratty ass stan marsh pijamas ever at all waking ( half asleep ) hours is my favorite ask bc i love my beautiful disgusting son — but ur so right about him fkn terrorizing the mean nyc streets in his crazy, chunky animal slippers like that is such a messy, unhinged offduty celebeauty king RavenStan Concept.

( which is honestly just a #stancore concept because horrifically dying of sudden sbf lovesickness chapter 9 pep!stan hobbled miserably to wendys house in his gigantic cringey novelty terrance & phillip house slippers so raven could run amock in his big fluffy a-list bender boy flipper slippers from faux bad boy hangover hell )

which, okay, i will say he probably does have a couple pairs ( he always has to have alternates at the ready bc he is my adhd angel baby and loses everything he owns bc he never puts his stuff back where it goes — shoes specifically, he litrally flings those fuckers off into the abyss ) and totally has the massive bear/dino feet…BUT!

all my stans are mermen and enjoy large bodies of water, specifically the ocean ( yes this is funny to me bc kyle hates/fears the ocean ). and i feel like he really likes…Sharks, for some reason? because they are cool and very misunderstood!!

( all leopard sharks do remind him of jersey btw <3 )

but with that said, i think the most iconic and signature ravenstan walk of shame slippers are these very cheap, cute but comically large cartoon memory foam shark slides that he ordered off the internet w the platinum company card when no1 was looking smh and also bought this gigantic matching shark hoodie…AKA...

The Shoodie and…

…smh….

The SharChanclas.

( yes, i’m crying. )

wHICH HE IS NOT SUPPOSED TO WEAR IN PUBLIC BTW!!! management literally shits a brick anytime stan goes anywhere unsupervised bc he’s such a PR nightmare…i just know they’re shaking their heads bc how does the most drop dead gorgeous man ever with one of the most hauntingly beautiful voices of our generation go from looking like he sells out stadiums all over the world to sELLING CrAcK??? LIKE SHSJSK?!??

but u know what!!! everyones a hater tbh i am a lover of weird boy stan!!! if exhausted raccoon eyed dramatic crybaby anime eboy sharchancla stan has one fan ITS ME!!!! HES PRETTY TO ME! pretty fucking lame but I DIGRESS!!! HES CUTE!!!

like his big slouchy sleepy boy hoodies!! the metal teeshirts!! the little half up half down hot boy hair style!! ( i am Obsessed w it like when his hair is not all in his eyes and u can see them and his bone structure and his eye freckle and his dimples & stuff…truly…immaculate ) NOT TO MENTION THE BIG PANTS LIKE!!! ALL STAN WANTS TO DO IS WEAR THE GIGANTIC PANTS AND NO ONE WILL LET HIM!!! >:((( </3

sweet, swagless, baggy sweatpants stan being comfortable at home as himself and not oversexualized on stage as raunchy rockstar boy raven of cd means so much to me…I LOVE U BB.

my man did not die for you all to not let him LIVE!!!!! free ravenstan

BUT ANYWAYS!!! back to the sharchanclas which istg, stan just be rolling up to the studio at 6am like an hour late on Crim in the standana w the cat boy headphones around his neck, wearing the shark hoodie, the slip knot pijama pants and the fucking sharchanclas like sorry im late i didn’t want to fucking Come!

and management is like raven…what the FUCK are u wearing and he’s like ??? hello what do u mean?? the shoodie and the sharchanclas Obviously and they’re like tHE WHAT??-?/?/??/

HEEEEEELPSHAKSK THEYRE SO MAD AT HIM

they’re like raven u can’t wear stuff like that Outside you have to look Hot and he’s just PERO LIKE ITS SO COLD AND IM COMFY???

they’re like please tell me no one saw u in that!!!!!!! and he’s like dude *calls all of management d00d* no ofc not! i drove right here!!

*sweats* he’s such a bad liar sober im literally so

bECAUSE UPON CLOSER INSPECTION MANAGEMENT IS LIKE RAVEN IS THAT DIABLO SAUCE IN UR HAIR???????? OMG DID U STOP FOR TACO BELL??? AGAIN??? RAVENSTAN WE ONLY HAVE ONE HOUR IN THE RECORDING STUDIO U WERE 45 MINUTES LATE WE HAVE 15 MINUTES TO RECORD UR VOCALS WHICH IS BAD ENOUGH BUT ALSO U LOOK INSANE AND WHY IS THERE A TIKTOK OF YOU DOING DOUGHNUTS A RANDOM WYOMING TACO BELL DRIVE THRU !!! IN !!! THE SHAR—WHATEVERS!!!

and he’s like the sharChanclas!!!! >:(( and being a celebrity is so DUMB like it’s always noooo raven u can’t wear ur sick ass pajamas to the recording studio even tho ur super tired bc it’s unprofessional !! and nooo raven u know ur not supposed to stop for taco bell even tho it’s six am and ur starving like??? this sucks ASS bro fml ://///

( free raven…my man has millions of $ n literally just wants fast food and his weird silly temu purchases for five dollars and to SLEEP :( )

which he did…eventually go back to sleep right after he crushed that 15 minute recording session btw like he was sooo grouchy and sleep deprived still dropped fire in that studio i am obsessed with him he really did the bare minimum, produced a banger and was like LMAOOO OK CAN I GO NOW ZZZZ hsjskss

he’s such an icon…also i just know kyle is so fucking confused bc all the major google searches involving raven are like majorly edgy things like the Coke Scandal he backed kenny for so kyles like yeah whatever that tracks 4 him but then all these smaller articles just have him like w his acoustic guitar at the children’s hospital in silly scrubs taking requests from kids w cancer/making them laugh...

him carrying an old ladies groceries to her car and tying her shoes for her in the pajama jeans and the big sunglasses and getting kissed on the cheek, him dying his hair purple for domestic violence awareness month and reading that all of his slutty boy halloween shenanigans at last years shows were not just a sick cash grab but were all going towards women’s shelters and dv charities 4 his bday ;-;;;

and jerseykyle is like??? HUH????

is this photoshopped what the fuck is he Wearing but why does it actually not matter bc he’s smiling he looks happy he’s kind of glowing? Wow? and that’s so Nice??? and EWEWEWEHEJSK eW

my man is fighting demons and the demons are having a crush on a mainstream celebrity ALSO THE LOST LOVE OF UR LIFE HELLO???

whose clothes kyle Does steal when they’re Hating like 25/8, tyvm!!! like ok he cannot wear the sharchanclas but istg that man is guilty of coming out of his room in the blondies haus wearing the big orange stanime shirt and the shoodie and stans pj pants n his headphones humming cd under his breath, going to water suzie in the morning, responding to stans cute boy buenos dias mi amor~ <3 voice message and sending back the sleepy good morning zeeskiet :* how are u i stole the shoodie voice message AW cute...cringe...my boys

( i do think they send a lot of voice messages — stan cannot spell and kyle types like a crazy robot so it just works better but also it’s nice to hear eachothers voices esp when stan is on tour and uh there are definetely…various…kinds of voice messages some more incriminating than others…more on that later tho… )

AND EVERYONE IS IN THE LIVING ROOM FUCKING CRACKING UP DYING LIKE LOSING THEIR MIIINDS LIKE WOOOOW U JUST GOT CAUGHT SIMPING IN 4K IN THE sHOooDie BITCH!!! KYLE BROFLOVSKI DAWN SPAWN BREAKING NEWS SOUND THE ALARMS DID SOME1 HEAR A WHIP CRACK OR IS THAT JUST KYLE

& he Did threaten to violently kill everyone after that don’t worry…but what matters is that he did it powered by pure hatred and of course...

In the Shoodie <3

true love, true hate, same difference, right?

-uncle nina, captain of the weird stan ship and sharchancla nation

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Horrid Aftermath

Chapter 2

Almost everything hurt. Mainly his body, specifically just below his heart. Had Xiao-Tian fallen asleep? If so for how long? What even happened? Xiao-Tian searched for any memory of what happened beforehand.. Ah. He stabbed himself. He slowly opened his eyes, and he saw a very worried Nurse.

“You’re not supposed to be awake yet! Uh, how do you feel?”

“..fine. Where’s Macaque?”

“You mean Lui’ er Mihuo? He had to leave because he wasn’t finished with work. What happened?”

“I was stabbed, I think…”

“Did you see who did it?”

“No, I didn’t. It’s all a little fuzzy. I hope I don’t seem impatient, be when will I be able to leave?” The nurse thought for a moment.

“Let me get a doctor, he’ll check on the wound and decide whether you can leave.” The nurse then left Xiao-Tian’s room, he scanned his surroundings. It was filled with regular medical equipment and thankfully his clothes and gear were on a counter not too far from him. Xiao-Tian got up and reached his belongings, he grimaced from the pain in and outside his body. Seriously what was going on with him? Why was he suddenly so weak?

“Ahem.” A voice announce from the doorway, “Going somewhere?” It was Macaque. Mk stalled.

“..No.?”

“Sit back down.” Mk obeyed seeing as how even if he tried, the only way to even try to leave the hospital would be to make a scene. “You seriously think you’ll leave just like that? Without a checkup? And without civilian clothes?” Macaque chuckled at the thought of Mk flying out of here, the amount of chaos that would bring is almost amusing. “Now, you’ll be answering my questions now.”

Oh no, shiiittt…

“What actually happened, Xiao-Tian? I know for a damn fact that no way some rando off the street could stab you.”

“That’s not true.. look at me Macaque. Am I in any way shape or form able to fight right now?”

“You’re not, but you’d still do it.”

Even if his words slightly sting, he was right. Nearly almost any condition that Xiao-Tian was in he’d always try and find some way of fighting. “Listen, I won’t pry, but I will still worry. I also brought you a change of clothes. The meetup is still going to happen, you can come if you want. I’ve already told The Lady what I know, she’s asked the workers to let you go and for me to check you over.” With that said Macaque left, he didn’t use any shadows this time. He just walked out the door and closed it. Strange. Macaque almost always uses his shadow travel. Xiao-Tian would ask later, changing first questions later. Xiao-Tian changed into his signature outfit, he was super relieved to finally be able to wear his jacket again. Even if he had worn it the day before. He walked out of the room and Macaque was to his left.

“There you are, I was beginning to think that you’d never leave that room.” Macaque said sarcastically, Mk used his golden vision. And it was the same as usual. A monkey shadow with an X for a left eye. So why was he acting weird? “Is something wrong kid? You look lost in thought.”

“You’re just acting weird is all.. sorry.”

“Bah, no need to apologize! Besides, I’m just worried.” Macaque ruffled Mk’s hair and he had stifle a giggle. “Now here comes the winning question! Will you be joining me or not?”

Mk thought, he’s made up his mind.

“Sure, I don’t see why not. But don’t expect me to talk or do anything..”

“I wouldn’t expect any else.”

This time the two laughed.

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Mk and Macaque stood next to Pigsy’s noodle shop. Yin and Jin had already beaten the two so Macaque was just making sure that the kid he was babysitting was up for this.

“Are you sure?” Mk nodded, Macaque was clearly worried that being near his old friends would be too much. But Mk convinced him otherwise. After one more reassurance the two walked into to meet Yin and Jin. They were seated not too far away from the door and Jin waved to the two monkeys and beckoned for them to sit down and join. So they did.

“How did everyone’s day go?” Jin asked, fishing for any juicy drama

“Well, nothing much happened.” Macaque answered, Mk didn’t answer at first but felt like he had too, he also only wanted to answer so Jin would stop staring at him so intently.

“Uh, it went fine, nothing out of the ordinary..” Jin huffed but was satisfied,

“What about you two? Anything happen with you guys?” Macaque asked

“No, all just more political meetings. Why can’t we get the fun assignments like you guys?”

“I dunno, I would say ask The Lady but she wouldn’t exactly take too kindly to someone trying to change up assignments.”

“And how would you know?” Jin pressed Macaque.

“I am a witness and victim of our Dear Lady’s wrath.” Jin looked awkwardly away, Yīn looked a little confused and apologetic. “What’s with the faces? There’s no need to be so dramatic, I don’t really care all that much anymore. If anything, I’m surprised she hasn’t used me as an example yet.” Their chat seemed to catch the attention of someone else in the shop.

“When you talk of this ‘Lady’, do you mean Lady Bone Demon?” It was a middle aged man, he had circular glasses pressed up his nose and a red and white with gold accents on his outfit. Tang. Mk slightly stiffened and avoided eye contact.

“Yes, do you have any questions?” Macaque offered, Yīn and Jin looked over to him frantically. Macaque looked back. “What?“ he turned back toward Tang and Yin only sighed while Jin pretended not to be there. Mk hadn’t noticed before but Macaque was in his human form, when was that change made? Maybe when they sat down?

“Is it hard to work for her?” Tang asked innocently, taking notes in his book.

“Eh. Depends if we’re on her hood side or not.” Macaque stared intensely at Tangs writing, Mk looked over only now seeing Tang’s face in what felt like forever. Tang looked back and Mk darted his eyes away. Why was he so awkward? Macaque got up swiftly and quietly to look over Tangs shoulder.

“Whatcha drawing?” Tang jumped and quickly closed his book,

“Nothing! I’m just taking notes..”

“Any particular reason?”

“No.. just informative notes! Perhaps to help my friend with more success!” Tang said, obviously nervous. Yin just stared blankly while Jin had a looked silently asking if Tang thought they were all stupid.

“Well, if you any more feel free to ask. We don’t mind.” Macaque said, almost threateningly. Tang nodded and speed-walked off and Macaque sat back down. For what felt like the millionth time to Mk, silence engulfed them. That was until Macaque broke it.

“Hey, Yīn? Why are we even here?”

“Well, technically speaking this counts as one of our assignments.” Yīn said in a language unknown to Mk, he also partially whispered it. “We were told that this noodle shop supported the rebellion. So we were asked to investigate.”

“I see, I thought I heard the Lady mention something like that.” Macaque, Yīn, and Jin kept talking Mk could feel eyes piercing through his back and tried to sink into his seat without anyone else noticing. They didn’t get anything to eat since the noodle shop wasn’t exactly a walk in-order food and eat it there type place anymore. Eventually they left the restaurant and walked out, Mk was partially relieved because he didn’t need to feel eyes burning his back and slowly stabbing their way through it. Yīn and Jin went back to the Bone Palace to give their report and Macaque walked Mk back to his Apartment, still in disguise of course.

“Well, see ya kiddo! If you ever need anything don’t be afraid to ask dear ole’ uncle Macaque.” He ruffled Mk’s hair and walked off. Mk didn’t feel like going back to his apartment. He walked back the direction he came slowly and let his thoughts consume him, muscle memory taking over his body so he wouldn’t get lost. Why would Pigsy’s be under Bone Demons radar even if they’re supporting the rebellion? They shouldn’t make a difference, since they failed to prevent her from winning. Don’t say that Mk! Your friends are strong! They can protect themselves. How could he think that his friends were weak? They weren’t! Could he even call them his friends?

“Hey, kid, did I attract any unwanted attention?” A familiar voice questioned, Mk had walked past Pigsy’s shop without realizing. Mk looked over, like Tang, he was the same old Pigsy in all his glory.

“No, why would you think that?” Now it was Mk’s turn to question, Pigsy looked a little surprised? No not surprise.. worried?

“Never mind that, why are you out at this time of night.”

“I just have some trouble sleeping sometimes, nothing too serious.” Quiet was again ringed through Mk’s ears, what would he do now? He can’t just walk out of the conversation! Yet he didn’t want to leave it.. Mk was brought out of his thoughts by a classical Pigsy sigh,

“Listen kid, I don’t know what’s going through your head or what’s going on in your life, but.. you can always come back if you want..”

…

What? But Mk worked for The Lady Bone Demon, and if the rumors were true why would he be welcome back? Would he have the time? Is Pigsy only trying to get info out of him?

He hoped not..

“Kid?”

“Oh, uh, thank you, I’ll stop by if I have the time..” Mk thanked Pigsy and waved goodbye, continuing to walk down the pathway past Pigsy and his shop.

I guess it is good that I went for a walk.. speaking of which I should probably head back to my apartment. Qi Xiao-Tian, The Bone Demon’s right hand envoy, Mk.. perhaps there was hope.

With Xiao-Tian finally lifted out of his dark and tired thoughts and round a corner and morphed into a bird. Heading back to his apartment and actually trying to get sleep, and it worked.

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What a weird encounter, Pigsy couldn’t help but think that. When he saw the kid in his shop he couldn’t help but feel a little mad that the people who worked for the self appointed savior of Megapolis had been in his shop, but he couldn’t refuse service. He’ll admit that he was staring at them from behind, but a part of him felt bad when one of them tried to shrink in his seat without being noticed. He would’ve thought that he was just trying to spy but was later persuaded by Tang that he probably just uncomfortable, according to Tang while the others had no problem looking him in the at least the face or the eyes, the same one Pigsy was mainly staring at had nearly refused to look at Tang. Even darting his eyes away when Tang looked over to him. Strange. To Pigsy at least.

“Pigsy, if you don’t mind me asking, why’d you invite him to come back?”

He didn’t have an answer as he sat down next to Tang, he had just closed the shop up and locked it. Pigsy just felt like he had too, he doesn’t do this often if at all.

“I don’t have an answer for ya Tang, I just guess Sandy’s rubbin’ off on me.” Sandy was Pigsy’s best friend, they had met at a boxing match when someone invited both of them into the ring, Sandy had won his round but Pigsy eventually passed out after knocking out the opponent when he insulted his grandmother. The two sat in silence(more awkward silence YAY).

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When Mk first fell asleep he didn’t even realize, but after some time he was met by a lush garden with many plants and vegetable, and of course the inescapable cats wandering around said garden.

Bai He had planted him into a dream, or visited him in one of her crafting. For a kid, she’s somehow able to quickly adapt to her abilities even if it’s only the dream based one’s. Mk followed one of the cats and it led him to a bench that sat Bai He, she always seems so happy and cheerful whenever in these dreamscapes. Mk always wondered how..

“Mk! Finally! Hey, what took you so long? You haven’t been into my dreamscapes in a few days.. I started to get worried.”

“I’m fine Bai He, I just glad you’re okay. And I love what you’ve done with the place!”

“Thanks! Monkey King and Macaque visited me! Monkey King helped with the greenery and plants while Macaque helped with the architecture. Also they both said Hi.”

“Hehe, we’ll tell them that I said hello. How have your powers been coming along? Easy I assume with two monkeys helping you.”

“Eehhh, it’s been easy but from time to time I accidentally lose control.”

A cat came up and rubbed against Bai He’s leg, she picked the cat up and placed it on her lap. The cat purred as Bai He scratched its forehead. Though there wasn’t much to talk about, it was always nice being in Bai He’s presence. And knowing that Monkey King hadn’t forgotten about Mk as well. He was glad he still had the people he had, but he couldn’t help but feel hopeless knowing he’d never have the ones he’d first met back ever again.

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Today felt different, he was happy? Was it because of the interaction with Pigsy? Or was it because of the silent chat with Bai He? Whatever it was, it was like he was the same old Monkey Kid. Of course he got a few stares from those who only ever saw him as the tired lap dog of the Lady Bone Demon. Especially Yīn and Jin. The shock on Jim’s made Mk nearly die of laughter but he contained it. Yīn just seemed surprised if anything, he’s probably seen more surprises.

“Woah! You- you’re- smiling??” Jin said, both quietly but loud enough to seem like a shout to those close to him.

“Yes! I am, did you think I couldn’t?” Mk joked, Macaque and Yīn chuckled at this. Jin became defensive.

“Well, you can clearly! I never- uh, it’s just surprising. Since you’re always so tired..”

“I have to admit that he not exactly wrong, everyone’s just used to you being constantly tired and out of it.”

“Not everyone.” Macaque chimed in, “I’m actually used to dear Qi Xiao-Tian here being full of energy and usually getting himself into A LOT of unintentional mischief and hi-jinx. Believe it or not, it’s the truth.” At this Jin’s mouth practically dropped, he was astonished. Mk laughed at this and struggled to contain his giggles. Jin ended up making an oath that day, a supposed to be joke oath.

“No matter what happens, I will always protect and care for you. Don’t ask why you just seem happier and you need to be happier.”

How ironic. The person that Jin reminds Mk of made a similar oath. Just when they were younger and far more immature. Xiao-Tian would be sure to cherish this moment forever.

(Time to work on HAIRY POTTAH CROSSOVER NOW! YEAHHHH!

If things are highly inaccurate in that one I’m sorry I hardly ever read the books)

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Summary: Roman and Remus find themselves in a cafe, their friends are all around them but act as part of the place and don’t know them. So Roman and Remus work out how to escape, remembering times when they broke in as kids to an identical cafe. 

Warnings: Death Mentioned

Beta Read By: @dragonsaphirareads

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A soft bell chimed above Roman’s head, he felt something wood against his hand. Though everything was just so bright, he couldn’t see anything as he stepped forward. 

Slowly his eyes began adjusting to the lack of light compared to before and he saw himself in a… in a cafe? The scent of coffee invaded his senses as he entered. 

Virgil sat at the counter with a warm cup of tea in front of him. 

Patton stood at the coffee counter about to order something. 

Janus was sitting with Remus with papers between them seemingly studying. 

Logan stood behind the counter looking down at the cash register. 

It was only then Roman realized, everyone was wearing distinctly different clothing from the ship’s uniform of black pants and a white jacket that had black sides and black cuffs around the wrists. Even Remus was in a different outfit from his co-captain outfit that was almost like the regular uniform but with green sides and orange stripes showing his rank on his cuffs. 

They were all wearing clothes that Roman could only think of as their normal civilian clothes. Virgil sat wearing black pants with a black hoodie that had some different purple plaid patches covering it, Remus was wearing dark obscenely ripped jeans with a green tank top that had rips and tears all over it. With him Janus was wearing black dress pants, a black button down, black vest, all with some gold accents. Patton was wearing khakis, a light blue shirt with a weird cat pun and a cardigan over his shoulders. Logan seemed to be wearing a white apron with a nametag on it, over black pants and shirt.

Looking down at himself, Roman saw he was also wearing a different outfit, usually his outfit was like Remus’ co-captain outfit but instead of green sides his were red. But here he was wearing some darker pants with a red shirt, the outfit was a bit more plain than anything he usually wore as a civilian. 

“Are you ready to order?” Logan’s voice cut through Roman’s thoughts. 

Patton stared at Logan nodding, “Just give me another moment.” 

“If you’re not ready to order please step to the side so someone else can order.” 

“Oh… um… ok…” Patton nodded looking up at the menu. 

Roman quickly walked over to Patton, “Patton!”

“Roman!” Patton gasped hugging him. 

“What’s going on?” Roman asked, pulling away after a moment. 

Patton looked at him a bit sideways, “What do you mean? We’re at the Busy Bean, are you feeling ok? You said you wanted to meet me here…”

Roman shook his head stepping away from him and looked around the room, “Guys! What the fuck!” 

Virgil looked up confused before looking back at his table. 

Patton gasped, “You shouldn't shout such obscenities in a public place!” 

Remus looked up from his table and quickly got up, going over to Roman, “Why was I just having some sort of freaking meet cute with Janus?” He asked quietly. 

Roman looked at him taking a deep breath, “I have no clue… but… I don’t think they remember anything. It’s like they… they’re just blank slates or diluted versions of themselves.”

Remus shook his head, “This has to be a joke right? We were just in the ship-”

“We were about to… die… and now we’re-”

“At a freaking cafe.” Remus shook his head laughing a bit before going over to the front door to try and get out. But the door wouldn’t budge, it wouldn't move at all when he tried pushing on it… and when he reached for the door handle it was like it wasn’t there, the door was but a wall, painted to be a way out. 

Remus turned quickly to Roman, panicked, “We can’t leave. The door… there is no door.” he laughed, his voice shaking a bit as he spoke. 

Roman ran glaring “What are you talking about?” He asked grabbing for the door handle only to hit a flat wall. “Shit.”

Remus nodded and banged against the door trying to figure out anything, trying to escape this place, it made no sense why they were here at all. 

“Where was it Patton said we are?” Roman mumbled quietly, leaning his forehead against the door. 

“I don’t know! I wasn’t the one he was talking to.”

Roman nodded, taking a deep breath and closed his eyes thinking, “Busy bean.” he said after a few moments. 

“Wait… busy bean? You mean the place we used to go to as kids?”

Roman looked at him confused for a moment before nodding, “Yeah? But… we were never here with the others, the place was shut down before we met them.”

“Ok…” Remus nodded thinking, “So we know we’re in a cafe, somewhere back in our hometown. Minutes ago our ship was about to collide with a black hole.”

“Inconclusive… Logan and Janus weren’t sure what it was.”

“It’s a fucking black hole… ok… ok so we just need to figure a way out, right?”

“I mean I guess, but it’s not like that means all our problems will be solved.” Roman laughed, “We could still be about to die if we make it out… or-”

“Don’t you dare suggest that.” Remus growled immediately, cutting him off, “I don’t want to think about that possibility that we already…” he sighed, shaking his head. 

“Yeah whatever, so what’s the idea? We simply walk out of here?” Roman asked, standing up straight looking at Remus.

“I mean do you have any better ideas?”

“Well maybe we’re here for a reason?”

“Oh, like some sort of divine intervention shit? You’re out of your mind.”

“I mean… it is a possibility, we’re not dead after all.” 

Remus shook his head stepping away from the door, he glanced out the window looking out at the dark city, the sky reminding him of being back at the ship with the stars shining brightly. He remembered when they used to go here, nothing at all really changed since then. The place looked exactly the same, so did the city outside of the shop… it was like they stepped right out of a memory. But that was where the memory ended, at their scenery.

Roman glanced around the room again before walking over to the counter that Patton was still standing by thinking of what to order. 

Roman stepped in front of him and sighed, “Hello I'd like to order.” He told Logan he might as well try to get them some drinks while they were here.

“Alright what would you like?” Logan asked, looking up at him. 

“Um, I’ll have a medium sweet tea and a medium chocolate Frappuccino with pineapple.” he said and checked his pockets only to pull out the exact amount from his pocket.”

“Coming right up.” Logan replied bored as he took the money and stepped away to make the drinks.  

Remus walked over and looked at him, “Why are you getting drinks?”

“I just thought… might as well while we’re here.”

“We’re not going to be here for long.” Remus said quickly and glared, “We’re getting out of here.” 

Roman nodded and smiled as Logan gave him their drinks, he turned and handed the Frappuccino to Remus, “I know… I know we’re going to get out of here.” 

Roman went over to a table and sat with his drink, “Remember when we used to come here?”

“Yeah…” Remus nodded and sat across from him. “I used to get us kicked out all the time.” 

Roman nodded sipping his drink, it tasted the same as the last time they were there. “Yeah, we started having to sneak in through the back…” he laughed.

“Because we couldn’t come through the front without them kicking us out immediately…” Remus glanced up at Roman in disbelief. “The back door.” 

“The back door?” Roman asked confused before realizing what he meant and set his drink down. “The back door.” 

Remus quickly got up, ignoring as his cup fell to the ground spilling everywhere. He grabbed Roman's arm, tugging him to the back. 

“Hey! Wait, you can’t go that way!” Logan called out watching as they ran out of the main shop area. 

Roman ran with Remus through the kitchen and employee lounge until they stood at the back door. 

A plain black painted door, with old promotional posters hanging from it. An exit sign hung above it. 

Remus let go of Roman and took a deep breath before reaching for the apparent handle of the door and he grabbed onto it. A sigh of relief escaped him as he gripped it and slowly opened up the door. 

Roman watched him and the door as it opened up. 

Remus threw the door open and stared out into the darkness that stood beyond it. 

“Are you sure this is the way out?”

“We’ll never know until we go through bro.” Remus laughed, smiling. “But we can’t stay here forever.” 

Roman nodded glancing back at the employee lounge of the cafe before looking back out the door. They needed to get back even if they weren’t sure what they were going back to… Roman took a deep breath before stepping through the door. 

Remus watched Roman disappear into the void before following him through it.

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What would be Games and/or Pipes relationship with clothes other than their usual undersuit and dress gray ?

For exemple, I'm thinking of stuff like do they easily enjoy clothes that are more civilian ?

And if the answer is yes, are they leaning more toward comfy, useful, discrete or showy, or any other particular style ?

Is one or both of them more toward "I will wear the first thing I can put my hand on in the drawer" style ?

Would they "borrow" stuff from each other, as siblings often do ?

I really enjoyed these characters and their growth in your fic, love the way you wrote their sibling dynamic (and with Riyo)

hmmmm. Inchresting question.

They definitely love wearing civilian clothes. Little sis Riyo, Auntie Padmé and Uncle Bail buy them stuff from time to time. Quinlan forces Fox to take everything he ever uses for undercover disguises home with him because he doesn't want to admit he's trying to give Fox and his brothers more options so he's just going to forget to ask for things back and be generally weird about it.

So I'll start with Pipes because he's a little easier to handle. He has a dark red leather jacket that he took from Fox that he loves. It's Corrie Guard red and makes him look really fucking cool. Under that he wears a pretty simple tee, or maybe a shirt if he can find it, over some skinny cargo style pants. Comfy, practical, and make him look sexy as hell. Also, after what happened to Game, he never goes out without a blaster strapped to his hip and a vibroblade strapped to his ankle.

Game is a little more complicated. There is what she would like to wear and what she wears when her dysphoria is getting the best of her. On a good day, she quite likes her formal uniform. The belt and cut of the jacket gives her a nice feminine figure. She likes wearing fit and flare dresses too, for making her feel very ladylike reasons. On a bad day, she likes big baggy hoodies and anything soft and comfy that gives her the outline of a comfy blob.

Thanks for the ask!!!

(ask me some stuff!!!)

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honestly i think about sci fi costume design constantly it kinda falls into different broad categories based on their goals there are like the completely inconceivable costumes things that are so divorced from normal form or function that it clearly delineates between that and current fashion often used to show some level of luxury or relaxation or some kind of image focused society or to simply be as different as possible push the bounds of costume design for fun and sometimes can also be used as a way to almost take the power away from a heavily militaristic society or something have them wearing things that look nothing like our idea of uniforms and then there are things that stick close to a sleek minimalism sometimes using specific fabrics and cuts for a futuristic style trying to balance designs i think seen as less serious while also trying to build up a distinct looking world and then things that feel nearly identical to our current clothing often to try and be taken seriously or a very militarized story or a very labor focused story i guess often its about how far from normal function do clothes go you know its like a spectrum and idk i feel like people really throw too much away trying to be taken more seriously i feel like if nothing else u should try and eschew normal average modern clothing so that you can say more with it when you do use it like so many heavily militarized stories and costumes like go for very bland simplistic civilian clothing rather than idk can we mess with fabrics a bit just give things weird necklines like anything because u could then make the military uniforms stand out say something as a concept they are something that evolves on a far slower scale than average fashion like military dress uniforms are actively trying to look like stuff thats 200+ years old you know so clearly this could continue in a sci fi world what are they actively trying to hearken back to maybe modern army fatigues have become mythologized and feel like napoleonic uniforms might look to us so like why not have that distinction like why not have certain clothes pop out more and ask ourselves why they look so modern to us when everything else looks a bit off or like stories where characters are laborers often wearing coveralls and jumpsuits which often is the perfect confluence of like nasa uniforms being coveralls and like mechanics but idk i do often wish they would mess around with different fabrics or adapted more to realities of like working in space or something like velcro strips if theyre working and lose gravity or something u know like lets say more about what their work is what is different what remains the same you know!!

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Bakugou, Shinsou, Todoroki, Dabi and Shigaraki checking out their s/o

Request: Pretty pls hcs for Shinsou, Shoto, Dabi, Shigaraki, and Bakugou getting caught checking out their s/o? thank you! - anonymous

Pretty boys you’ve got there sweet anon. Pretty boys with a capital P. Love yaa. 💖💖💖

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warning: some suggestive thoughts, swearing

Bakugou Katsuki

-Bakugou doesn’t like showing his feelings. 

-Like to no one. 

-Not even to you sometimes.

-So when you started to officially date you understood why he would want to keep our relationship a secret.

-He was good at keep it that way.

-Like really good.

-You got no extra attention or special treatment, he never lost his poker face around you and would never NEVER stare at you.

-So you never really checked on him to see if his eyes wondered to ...places. 

-Today your skirt had ridden up your thighs while you were bouncing around the room along side Mina.

-Your favorite band was coming near you guys since they were on tour and you both were ecstatic. 

-The skin of your thighs looked so soft and plum who wouldn’t stare?

-You did mind when people stared at you but now dealing with your excitement was a priority. 

-Your boyfriend had gotten excited by something else though. 

-His eyes were glued to your thighs, his red orbs following your every movement.

-Kaminari and Kirishima were telling him something about Mineta but he couldn’t focus on them. 

-His head was constantly turned to you to the point that Kaminari had to shake his shoulder to get him to look at them.

- “Yo what are you looking at?”

-His head was again turned to you his eyes widening only by a fraction while he mumbled something to the two boys. 

-Kaminari followed his gaze and his own jaw dropped for a moment before a smirk formed on his face. 

- “Well he IS drooling over Y/N like a dog.....”

-At the sound of your name on Kami’s lips, Bakugou’s attention was fully on the boys his right eye twitching at the comment. 

-He let out a snarl and raised his hand creating a few small explosions. 

- “And what if I am drooling sparky boy?? She wouldn’t mind me looking anyways.” 

- “And why is that Bakubro?”

-His smirk widened as he said proudly. 

- “Because she’s my fucking girlfriend.”

-Way to be secretive Bakugou.

Shinsou Hitoshi

-Baby doesn’t want to show his true emotions to the outside world. 

-Heart been broken too many times.. *isn’t that how the meme goes?*

-He shows it to you because you are HIS and he adores you. 

-He knows you won’t hurt him so he gives you his all.

-Such a sweetheart OMG!!!!!!!

-While you two are in school grounds there is not many things that would indicate that you two are together. 

-People would have to watch closely to see the sings of your relationship. 

-How he sits really close to you during lunch. 

-How you tend to come to school sporting his hoodie during cold days. 

-It’s all cute and fluffy but so so on the down low. 

-Yall are out on a date and you decided to go to the arcade.

-You convinced him to have a dance off with you and now you are both sweaty and panting while you are jumping up and down to the rhythm of ‘Party anthem”. 

-Shisnou kinda gave up after a while and he is now just staring at you. 

-You on the other hand are giving it your all trying to get everything right. 

-You are sweaty and feeling gross which is not cute at all since you are on a date but he promised you ice cream if you beat him with a significant difference. 

-You are not letting this slide. 

-Hitoshi’s eyes are on your chest that is em...going along with your jumping. 

-He is stuck and he is already dreading that you’ll look at him and call him out.

-But he can’t stop. 

-He really wishes you were at your dorm right now, the things he would do. 

-His blush is getting darker as his thoughts are getting dirtier by the minute until the music stops and you are left panting. 

-There’s another thing to add to the list of things to add to his small fantasy. 

-You notice that he has been silent for some time now and you try to meet his eyes but you see where they are glued. 

-Waltzing up to him you leave a kiss to his cheek and another right under his ear, making him shiver. 

- “Stop being so dirty we will be back soon.” 

-Winking you walked out of the arcade leaving a very turned on Shinsou behind. 

Todoroki Shouto 

-Baby boy is slow.

-Yall aren’t together yet.

-He really can’t understand what is going on whenever you enter the room.

-His heart starts to race, his palms get sweaty and he has a weird tendency to smile. 

-He wants to be the reason you are laughing. 

-He wants to talk to you non stop.

-He wants to be around you 25/8, 366 days a year. 

-But he doesn’t understand why this is happening so he just plain out ignores it. 

-You have a massive crush on him so it kinda hurts when he doesn’t take any hints. 

-You dress up just a little bit while you are out with your friend group since he is part of it. 

-You cook for him.

-You offer help or ask for help with studies.

-But nothing. 

-You were chilling in the common room.

-You were spread out on the couch, your t-shirt exposed your stomach as you were hanging half off the actual couch and just a pair of short shorts underneath. 

-Shoto was coming back from his father’s agency, his nerves were everywhere and his mind wouldn’t shut you out. 

-Your soothing voice was there when his father yelled at him that afternoon and even though you weren’t there you helped him get through the day.

-So when the poor thing walked through the door and was met with you hanging off the couch in such a suggestive position, his mind ran wild. 

-He couldn’t stop the blush that irrupted on his face as his cheeks and ears became the same color as his scar. 

-He almost choked on his spit when you giggled at something on your phone. 

-Midoriya came through the door next and was shocked when he saw his friend beat red and eyes wide. 

- “Todoroki-kun are you alright?”

- “She’s hot- It’s IT’S hot in here.”

-You turned at his voice, sitting up as your shorts rode up your thighs ever so slightly. 

-Todoroki saw and he couldn’t take it any longer, covering his red face with his hand as he mumbled a small ‘excuse me’ and left the room. 

-He certainly had an image that would get him through the night.....

Dabi

-Salty boy™.

-Him and Tsukishima would have been best buds I swear. 

-He is VERY vocal about his attraction to you. 

-Like legit non stop flirting even after you are exclusive.

-Compliments, dirty remarks, dirty promises, dirty actions, dirty dirty dirty things in general. 

-He won’t hesitate to make a dirty remark in front of the rest of the league. 

-He has NO shame whatsoever. 

-Look he finally grew the balls to make you HIS okay?

-He wants to show off. 

-But he knows when to not look at you like he wants to devour you. 

-He is respectful of Kurogiri so he isn’t a horny bastard while he is around. 

-But one day he slipped. 

-His hold on his horniness snapped. 

-Poor guy. 

-Actually scratch that poor you, you are the one who is gonna get it rough later so yeah. 

-You had just returned from a mission that had gone sideways.

-Your clothes were ripped and your pants were half burned off. 

-Your pretty face had smudges on it and you looked exhausted. 

-Immediately you went to take a shower not letting Dabi ogle at you.

-When your shower was over you came back downstairs and order a strong drink, rubbing your temples in an attempt to ease your headache. 

-Your hair was wet and sticking to your shirt making it wet and Dabi could SENSE that you weren’t wearing a bra. 

-That’s his sixth sense. 

-The shirt was black so nothing showed. 

-That’s why you couldn’t understand why Dabi was giving you that smirk and glancing down your shirt. 

-You rolled your eyes at him and shoved him away from you only for him to grip your waist and set you on his lap. 

-He left a kiss on your neck and smirked as you shivered. 

-His eyes were right on your chest since he could see EVERYTHING from this angle.

-That’s when Kurogiri stepped back in the room, the drink you ordered in hand. 

-He almost YEETED you off of him as a blush bloomed on the few patches of unscathed skin that he had. 

-Kurogiri *being the Nomu he is IFHOQOASB I RUINED IT* didn’t really respond to the position you were in. 

-He just gave you your drink and went back to polishing the shot glasses. 

-Dabi wanted to crawl into a whole and die even though Kurogiri said nothing. 

-Poor guy every thought and scenario he made about that night was out the window. 

-He cuddled you to drown his shame. 

-Bastard..........

Shigaraki Tomura

-I dare you to try and make him check you out in public. 

-Sure he might stare at you ass in the DIM LIT bar yall are staying in but that’s just because no one can see his eyes. 

-He is beyond shy when it comes to these matters and unlike Dabi even after you are together he wouldn’t stare at you like a crazy person. 

-He is very very careful with his glances and calculates when would be the right time to stare. 

-Meetings are easy.

-You all are sitting down so how hard could it be to keep his horny side in check?

-Well most of the time is easy. 

-You are usually wearing your civilian clothes which are very casual and comfy. 

-Nothing is showing and nothing really makes him want to rip your clothes off. 

-He wants to cuddle at the sight. 

-The problem appears when one day you had to go out on a mission and were called into an emergency meeting by Shiggy. 

-Your costume is um... sexy to say the least. 

-Everything you are wearing is hugging your body in all the right places and the mask you wear shades your eyes just right. 

-You look seductive as hell. 

-Shiggy rarely sees you in your villain costume. 

-He sees you while you are getting ready and might make a comment or go for a quick round. 

-But now it was unexpected. 

-He didn’t remember you were to go on a mission. 

-Totally forgot. 

-So when you come down and since all the seats are taken you have to stay standing, Shiggy is in trouble. 

-His eyes won’t leave your thighs and he can’t really form coherent words.

-Dabi is drooling over you and so is Toga. 

-They keep pointing out how good you look and how sexy your costume makes you. 

-More than you already are. 

-Shigaraki has to really one up his self control and not cancel  the meeting and drag you to the nearest closet. 

-He’s so disoriented during the meeting. 

-Kurogiri points it out after the meeting ended and you left for your mission. 

-Shiggy had the darkest blush the LoV had ever seen and he had to leave the room. 

-Took a cold shower afterwards. 

-Waits for you like a lost puppy..... which turns feral once you step into the room. 

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