#terrorladd

[alphabetas-bbs-artist]

mini: I get to light a HUGE pile of trash on fire!

mini: and get paid for it!

terroriser: Why would you light yourself on fire?

mini: ...

[critterreads]

Good Things Fall Apart

Alright, here is some TerrorLadd angst cuz im evil, all based on a song of course. Its about Brian just trying to figure out whats up with Craig as a person, and what happened to them. Enjoy :)

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Brian stammered up to Craig's house, beer bottle in his hand. He sat there hesitantly before knocking on his door. He let out a breath. "Did I say something wrong? ... Did you hear what I was thinking? ... Did I talk way too long when I told you all my feelings that night? ... Is it you? Is it me? ... Did you find somebody better? ... Someone who isn't me, 'cause I know that I was never your type .... Never really your type."

Brian glaced down at the bottle in his hand. "Overthinking's got me drinking, messing with my head ..."

He rested his head on the door before sliding down to the ground.

"Tell me what you hate about me .... Whatever it is I'm sorry ..."

He began to have tears in his eyes as the words came out of his mouth. Looking over and seeing the car, sparking a memory.

"When you said it was real, guess I really did believe you ... Did you fake how you feel when we parked down by the river that night?  ... That night. That night when we fogged up the windows in your best friend's car 'cause we couldn't leave the windows down in December ..."

His sobs grew louder with each thought.

"I know I can be dramatic, but everybody said we had it ...."

He look down with his head rested on his knees.

"Coming to terms with a broken heart ... I guess that sometimes good things fall apart ..."

The tears kept streaming down his face as he sat there .... waiting for a response. But it never came.

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Sorry, not sorry :3

[multiwinch]

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Little bit of this- EDIT- BBS

[dont-doubt-dopple]

Stereotypical

A/N: First day of the BBS Discord event. Enjoy! Prompt was St. Patrick’s Day.

“Craig!” Brian laughed at his boyfriend, who was smiling smugly at him from the other side of his computer screen. “Fuck off!”

“What? The timing couldn’t have been more perfect.”

“I’m not flying over to LA in 2 weeks just to see you house decked out like you raided a dollar store for St. Patrick’s Day.”

“So what, you just want to go to a bar and drink Guinness until we pass out?” Craig asked, as his attention drifted off screen.

“Yes! I’m Irish, it’s what we stereotypically do!” Brian would have said more if Craig hasn’t brought Mochi onto his lap and into the camera. The little fluff ball barked, distracted by the carrot toy Craig held. “That’s a good boy.”

“She is a good girl. Say hi to Brian, Mochi. Say hi.” Mochi barked. “Good girl.”

“You know I’m only coming down to meet the cloud, not you.” Brian quipped, causing Craig to chuckle.

“I know.” He said from under the desk, letting Mochi run off to wherever she would escape to when he was recording or editing or streaming. “Well, I better leave. You’ve got a stream to ... well, stream. 2 weeks?”

“Can’t wait. But don’t go overboard.”

“I won’t. Promise.” He said, and both men signed off. Brian sighed. He knew Craig was lying straight through his teeth. No way was that man not buying everything green in sight from Party City simply because he knew it annoyed Brian. That was simply the type of boyfriends they were: goofy, ridiculous, over the top, showy. Well, two could play that game.

“Hey Google?” Brian asked aloud, the only recipient being a Google Home device (still had yet to change it to an Alexa). “Where’s the nearest party store?”

Craig was ... kinda expecting it. After all, he had decked out his house in green, with shamrocks and pots of gold taped everywhere. Streamers hung from the ceiling with leprechaun hats and he had somehow found little rainbow toppers for the green frosted chocolate cupcakes. So if Brian didn’t do something equally outrageous then he was calling the FBI about the aliens that probably abducted his boyfriend.

But that wasn’t the case as Mini opened the door to reveal a decked out Brian in everything to do with the holiday. Big green top hat that was caving in on itself. Green light up clover necklace. Glasses in the shape of green beer mugs that didn’t quite sit right. Tiny Irish flags painted on each cheek.

“Happy St. Patrick’s Day!!” Brian shouted with a smile that stretched his whole face.

“Glad to see you again.” Craig stole a quick kiss on the cheek, adding a little red to Brian’s ensemble. “How’s Ireland doing? I assume not well, considering she threw up all over you.”

“Just shut up and let me inside.” Mini nodded, and slid to the side to allow his boyfriend to pass. Brian took one look inside, then slid his glasses. “Oh, that’s not just my glasses then making everything green.”

“You know I would do this.” Craig pointed out, wrapping his arm around Brian’s shoulder. The latter took the opportunity to take back that kiss from earlier with one of his own.

“Of course I did. Why do you think I look like this.” Craig laughed, letting go of Brian and heading toward the kitchen where the drinks and food were. “You put the corn beef in?”

“Yeah. Exactly when you said. Who knew that thing takes 10 hours to cook?” Brian raised his hand, and Craig shot a playful glare. “Correction: what non-Irishman knows that corn beef in a slow cooker takes 10 hours?”

“A man with a passion for meat. Also, good whiskey.” Brian added. “You got some?” Craig didn’t say anything, simply holding up two glasses and a bottle of Bushmills. “Best boyfriend ever.”

“I know I am.” Mini said as he popped the bottle open. The popping sound it made was always satisfying to him. “Ooh.”

“Dork.” Brian commented with an eye roll to accompany it.

“Least I’m your dork.” Craig smiled. He passed a glass to Brian, before raising his own. “To the Irish?”

“To the Irish.” The two glasses clinked. “Happy St. Patrick’s Day.”

[incorrectbananabussquad-blog]

Craig: do you love me?

Brian:I do.

Craig: You swear?

Brian: every fucking day.

[arajung16]

Am currently writing the part two to the fanfic I just posted and, OH BOY, nervous just doesn't cut it.

I'M FREAKING SCARED AND I'M JUST

I DON'T WANT MY BABIES TO EXPERIENCE THIS SHIT

[dtk15]

These are no better then the minicat ones sorry.

[kkairoxx]

These two dorks are in London for Razer's event

[honeyfilledhope-blog]

QNA

Hello again! Sorry for such a long wait of new fics... if anyone was waiting! 

QNA (TerrorLadd)

    Craig typed away on his phone, texting his close friend Brian. Planning, timing, scheduling. That’s all they’ve been talking about for a straight week. Both of the boys were rather excited to meet again. Although, Craig was excited for something extremely different. He had planned a Q and A, or a chance for fans to ask as many questions as they liked while Craig and Brian try to answer them all. 

    His plan was genius, but the only fault in it was the responding factor of Brian. Firstly, Craig’s friend would go undercover on a fake account to ask a question. That question would be, “Do you see anything in each other?” Craig would then answer by stating some lovely compliments to Brian, then bring down the big reveal. The reveal of his crush for Brian. 

   Anxiously, Craig waited for the next text from Brian. He was already ready to go pick him up from the airport. The text was the only thing making him wait. Brian would tell him that the plane has landed. He’d quickly drive there and they’d meet with a heartwarming hug.

   It was incredibly nerve-wracking. Staring, watching the screen. The cold, blue hues of the empty chat stared back. His glasses bore the reflection of the screen. Craig tapped his foot quietly, humming to the murmured music coming from his speakers. 

Brian: “Typing...”

Brian: “The plane had boarded, you better be ready! ;)”

Craig:  “Don’t worry, I’m on my way.”

   Craig was quick to leap up from his comfortable spot on the sofa. He locked the door to his house, still fairly new, and got into his car. The drive to the airport was quick. A little too quick, but Craig felt the need to speed a little to get to his friend in time. Nonetheless, it was stupid of him. He couldn’t help to race against the beat of his heart.

   Various couples greeted each other with tears, hugs, and kisses. Everyone was meeting with one and other while Craig still waited. He was worried, there were so many possibilities. He could have gone to the wrong airport. He could be an hour late, an hour early. Brian’s plane could’ve gone down, heaven forbid that. Brian could have gotten on the wrong plane. Maybe a fan called out Brian’s YouTube alias and got him taken into custody for a search.

    “Craig! Hey, you fucking idiot! Help me get my bags lie a damn gentleman.”

    Craig’s high-pitched laughter poured out of his mouth effortlessly, “Of course, of course. What else am I here for?”

    The two packed everything into Craig’s car before immediately heading back to Craig’s house. They worked together to bring the bags into Craig’s guest room. The bags weren’t heavy. It was very concerning, since Brian would be staying for possibly a little more than a week. He could easily leave if Craig had miscalculated their relationship. 

    Maybe he could just forget it. He could keep living the life of just being friends with Brian. No. That was lying to himself. He knows it would torture him constantly and endlessly dig into him until he cut himself off from Brian entirely. He didn’t want that, ever. Even if Brian hates him after his reveal, it’ll be a little easier to deal with since it’s on Brian’s behalf. 

    Craig ordered a Postmates to deliver some Chinese food to them, which would take an hour. It was enough time to quickly shoot the QNA. Well, the false QNA. The one video that would be the make or break of their relationship. It was terrifying, but exciting. The happy possibilities gave Craig hope. 

    “Hey, Brian? I ordered Chinese food, but it won’t be here until an hour. Want to do that QNA we talked about?” 

    “Oh, yeah! Definitely,” The Irish man’s face lit up as he walked over to Craig’s recording room.

    “Nice!” 

    The recording room was up and ready in mere seconds. Brian took a long sip from a water bottle before stepping up next to Craig. Both of the boy said the usual intro the dived right into the questions. They took turns answering random, actual fan questions. It was to make it feel more of a QNA, less of a “Surprise! I love you!” 

    Brian saw the question and had no hesitations, “AAlexa123 asked, Do you see anything in each other? Can I answer first?”

   “Uh- Um,” Craig composed himself quickly, “Yeah, yeah, of course!”

   “Good. Craig, I know about your little plan. Your friend is not good at keeping things secretive, but I’m glad they aren’t. I have been meaning to tell you that I actually feel the same. It’s not really weird, I’m comfortable with it. Like, the whole idea of, like...”

    “...Being with me?”

    ‘Yeah, and doing this as much as I can.”

    “Doing wh-”

    Brian quickly pressed his lips against Craig’s. It was untrained, awkward, but cute and magical all the same. Craig could literally feel his face grow red and his glasses steam up. Their smiles matched their hearts perfectly, Brian chuckling awkwardly at his friend’s, but a friend more than a friend’s, adorableness. 

   “You’re a really bad kisser.”

   “Shut up and let’s finish this video!”

    Craig laughed, “Do you want me to edit this whole part out?”

    “You do you, Craig, you do you.” 

    “Wait- You mean, like?!”

    “If you really want to expose my love for you so quickly, then by all means, Craig.”

END!

[alphabetas-bbs-artist]

terroriser: if I were a gardener,I put our flowers together

mini: awww

nogla: if I were a gardener,you be my hoe

Vanoss:...thanks.

[divinityin-motion]

BBS Aesthetics - Brian - Peach

[bbs-ship-confessions]

I feel like Brian and Daithi are in some unspoken competition over Craig, but Daithi is in denial that competition even exists, just like with his feelings for Craig. Brian just wants to fuck Craig, and he assumes that's all it is to Nogla, too.

I can see and hear it. 

[thatdork-nextdoor]

Minicat Dear Evan Hansen AU

Imma just leave this here.

Mini: Evan Hansen

Wildcat: Conner Murphy

Basically: Jared

Terroriser (or Suni): Zoe

[incorrectbananabussquad-blog]

Mini:  You're, like, the coolest person I've ever met, and you don't even have to try.

Terroriser: I try really hard, actually.

[cuddlysmii7y]

Fic request are still open! Popular ships, rarepairs, fluff, smut, anything and everything! Just send em in!!

[whyamiwhat]

How I describe fanbases and shipping to people because I don’t go to church.

“It’s like worshiping a God; you can worship multiple and find others amongst you who worship the same one and participate in each others activities towards you’re ‘religion’—which would be the fanbase of said fandom.” ”You can pray that it will happen.” ”Religion is a hope.” ”Ships are a hope.” ”They keep people busy and caring for things other than themselves.” ″Just like people who are ‘tight’ with ‘God’ or ‘Satan’ or whatever, I put my fandom(s) first; my OTP on top.” — @whyamiwhat (Me) // 8/23/2017