Hi!! my name is Brooklyn (or somefangirl but you can call me BK or somegirl) I am a minor, bisexual, an atheist, an artist, kind of a writer, My pronouns are she/her but honestly I don't really care what you refer to me as, use whatever pronouns you want for me, and I'm obsessed with multiple things (I also have an art blog by the same username! )
Fandoms
MHA, ATLA, UTMV, Bluey, Spy X Family, Marvel/MCU, Supernatural, Hazbin Hotel, Disney Zombies, FNAF, Invincible, The Wizard of Oz, TBHK, B99, Helluva boss, kinda getting into JJK,
Favorite characters/comfort characters
Katsuki Bakugo, Eijiro Kirishima,Izuku Midoriya, Mirko, Kyoka Jiro, Prince Zuko, Sokka, Sans, Cross sans, Killer sans, Bluey heeler, Bingo heeler, Yor forger, Deadpool, Spider man, Valkyrie, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester Charlie Bradbury, Circus baby, Mark Grayson (Invincible), Rex Sloan (Rexsplode), Jack Pumpkinhead, Hanako, Kou Minamoto, Adrian Pimento, Rosa Diaz, Jake Peralta, Captain Holt, Blitzo, and Angel dust
Things I've created
A hazbin hotel utmv universe, a ship (classic sans x fell sans) child named Sabrina, two bkdk ship kid (named Melissa and Kafi), MHA murderer Izuku, and a MHA OC named Obu! I post about all of these and more information about them will be out soon :]
Favorite ships
Bakudeku, Kiribaku, Kirideku, Kirimina, Zukka, Crepic, Kross, Yor x Lloyd, Spideypool, Vox x Valentino, Destiel, Soriel, Kustard, Peraltiago, PimentoxRosa, and RadioApple
Ships we don't allow in this house
Any ship having to do with a minor and an adult, any ship involving incest (minus sanscest), ships where the characters have never met
Socials
I have a lot of opinions so feel free to ask me about my political stands or just my thought for certain fandoms or ships! Though I will say I won't be very nice if your any form of Republican, MAGA, conservative, or Trump supporter. My ask box is always open! Ask away!
You can always request drawings or ask me random questions I answer pretty quickly! Currently I'm most obsessed with utmv, invincible, and mha but you can ask me about anything! Also we hit 500+ followers! holy crap thats just insane! thank you guys so much I love and appreciate you all so much!! Thinking about how to celebrate but for now I would just like to say thank you so much. So yeah, that's my blog have fun and hopefully I can make you smile with my stupidity <3
He wasn't the kind of guy who took things slow -- who went out of his way to make the other person feel better.
Being borderline lobotomized by a bullet can change a man, though. Go figure.
Life had opened up in a new way for Rex that he never thought he'd be able to experience. It was weird, and almost scary if he sat and thought about it for too long, but he was adjusting. Slowly but surely, his day-to-day routine became more focused. His interactions with the public became a little friendlier. Still not great, but he's trying.
So when you came strolling through the door of Burger Mart, he didn't really understand, at first, why his pile of greasy beef was suddenly going down his wind pipe. He coughed and hacked and made the biggest scene possible, which had most certainly caught your attention; you looked over and giggled behind the fabric of the sleeve of your sweater, before turning away to order.
You weren't his type. When he pictures his next hookup, it's not 'shy-cutesy-almost-librarian'.
Apparently though, that didn't matter because he went home that day only thinking about you. And suddenly you were everywhere, he paused to think if you were one of the regulars this area of Chicago had. If he had never noticed you before, because before his big change, he would've never thought to look in your direction.
And trust him, he knows how big of an asshole that makes him.
You were at Burger Mart every Friday night. At the park every Wednesday afternoon, sat with a picnic basket full of goodies for yourself; sometimes he'd catch you roaming around the grocery store. He was damn near calling you a stalker by how much you crossed paths, had it not been for the fact that he knew he was looking for you more than you were looking for him.
Never looking in his direction, not even a brief, pleasant smile you'd typically give a stranger. He just blended into the background of your day-to-day life as much as you used to do in his.
Which is what made Rex want to talk to you so much more.
Rex was so used to being the center of attention in every room he was in, and while he wasn't the same person he used to be, he didn't change entirely. Just enough to know he didn't need someone loud, or who could take him on in training, anymore. He didn't need to go out of his way to find someone who stood out as much as he wanted to, someone he either idolized or wanted to take down a notch by dating them.
...Rex knows he should never say those out loud.
He changed just enough to approach the girl he never noticed before, right in the middle of the tampon aisle.
No lobotomy could ever make him smoother. That was painfully obvious.
You were initially weirded out. Sure, you've noticed this red-head before. Sometimes against your will when he was shouting in the middle of the store, or having an argument with someone on the phone, in the middle of the park. Not so much recently, you hadn't actually really paid attention to him intentionally, ever. Not before now, as he stood in front of you -- while you're holding a box of tampons.
"Hey, uh, I'm Rex."
"That's nice... Can I help you?"
His heart fluttered, and he'd sworn before that he'd never use the word 'swoon' in his life. He heard Mark say it about Eve and cringed so hard he had felt the ghost sensations of the bullet all over again.
But right now, it's the only word he could think of.
Your voice was so soft, but not quiet. Just a calm tone that he doesn't think he's ever heard anyone speak to him in. Not the lab scientist he grew up with, not his friends or Teen Team, and definitely not while being a Guardian. Why did he have to notice the way your lashes sat so prettily on your cheeks? Or how even the fluorescent lighting of a grocery store made your eyes shine a hue he didn't know the human brain could comprehend.
You cleared your throat and waved your hand -- which was no longer holding a box of tampons, where did that go? -- trying to catch his attention, "Hey, if you're done staring, I'd like to finish my grocery shopping..."
"Oh, shit! Yeah, sorry. I got a brain injury recently and now when I see pretty people I kinda start to short circuit."
Okay, maybe the lobotomy could make him smoother. Even if he did it on accident.
He hadn't even realized his success until he heard that wonderful sound float through his ears once again, but closer this time. You were giggling behind your sleeve again, cheeks in full bloom from the compliment. "Wow, that was kinda smooth. Was that on purpose or did you actually have brain damage?"
"Actual brain damage. I took a bullet through the skull."
As much as you hated to admit it, you were undeniably attracted to Rex. He was funny, unpredictable, and loud. It was everything you weren't and as awkward as it was sometimes, you two meshed together so well.
When you struggled to tell the guy at Burger Mart you didn't want any mustard, Rex not only got you burger re-made but he also got you a refund; when he couldn't figure out why all his clothes were turning pink, you taught him how to separate laundry. Your friendship was always on the flirty side, and the attraction was glaringly obvious between the two of you.
Both of you knew it. But for reasons beyond Rex, your calming nature turned him into a nervous mess. Rex's confidence gave you an ounce of your own, reassuring you he'd make the move when he was ready.
So even as you got closer and the connection became more obvious -- including to everyone around you, both your friends and the few of his you met -- days turned into weeks, and turned into months. The routine was nice, though. On days you had class, there was some snack or pre-ordered meal waiting for you on your kitchen counter, when Rex couldn't hand it over himself.
On days you didn't have class but you had work, he was there sitting in the lobby. You've almost gotten written up at least twice because of you guys goofing off, but your coworkers and friends were just happy to see someone pulling you from your shell.
And days you had nothing to do at all? If his work wasn't dragging him away to do whatever he did, it was spent binging movies all day in your apartment.
It was also spent with a quiet tension of Rex's need to kiss you, and your need for Rex to kiss you.
So, one lazy afternoon, Rex finally spits it out.
"Hey, can we talk?" He's sitting upright and rigid, his face is flushed and he looks a little sweaty.
You've never been more endeared.
Your own heart is racing as you sit up from your lounged position, turning to face him on the couch. Rex is staring at you so intensely you're almost worried, but you're hopes are up that he might finally make a move.
He just can't stop staring though. His stomach almost hurts because all he can think about is how pretty you are. He's watching the way your sweater drapes over your palms, the same palms that cover your perfect smile when you laugh. The same laugh that scrunches your eyes and nose; the way you laugh when he says something funny is a form of joy he's never thought possible.
"I really wanna take you out on a date. Like, a real one. Not one of our friend date's. A not-friend date. Like, a romantic date, where--"
"Hey, Rex? I know what a date is."
"Well if you know so much, then why don't you just say yes already so I can stop pissing my pants like a--"
You're glowing. Not literally, but Rex swears his explosions have nothing on you.
You had said yes to going on a date with him, which was surprising enough -- then he had to plan it, too? He had to consult the only emotionally stable person he knew. His ex.
Eve had no hesitation with making fun of Rex. She helped nonetheless, seeing his transformation from that hospital bed until now. Seeing him want to do things right gave her hope. Hope amidst all the awful shit happening, they could still be happy, even Rex.
So yeah, she helped him find this hole-in-the-wall place.
She found it for her and Mark, but she didn't really mind sharing. From what she heard about you, it'd be worth it having a presence like yours around.
It was a quiet little place with no actual sign and staircase front the door, down two flights. The staircase was lined with fairy lights that twinkled, and was somewhere between an art gallery and a restaurant. There was a live singer in the corner who was humming something soft and sweet, and Rex owed Eve big time for this.
The way you looked in this atmosphere was breathtaking.
There was something so grounding in your presence, for Rex, with the way you seemed to fit right in. He always knew loud and fast paced was a little too much, but seeing you in your element of hushed conversations and smooth tunes unlocked a whole new side to you.
"Rex, this is amazing. It's.. It's perfect. How did you even find this?" You weren't the happiest hearing it was via his ex, but when he explained that they were still coworkers and that she was in a relationship as well, you eased. You also couldn't deny she had amazing taste, so maybe one day you'd have to thank her.
"I know there's still a lot of noise, with the live singer and everything, but I figured if everybody was keeping to themselves it'd be easy. Seems we picked a slower night too." Rex was unnaturally bashful and he was almost frustrated with how lacking he was in confidence. He wasn't even sure it was from is injury anymore.
Ever since you had entered his life, he had felt like this. Rex was definitely beating himself up for not asking you on this date sooner, because damn you were stunning. But you were here now and so was he, and it was perfect. The food they served was a wonderful balance, and their bartender was damn good too. You and Rex both sipped your drinks as you decided to browse the art on display.
He decided this was the best time to do the next big step.
No, not proposing, silly reader.
You still had no idea he was Rex Splode. Ever since his big injury, e had been pretty inactive. Rex was still called to duty if absolutely necessary but Cecil had put him on a huge back burner, which is what gave Rex so much time to bond with you in the first place.
Rex is one of the least honest people he knows, but he swears to change it. Every moment you've both spent together had solidified for him more and more, that no matter the outcome from this date, he wanted to be a better person. For you, for his friends, for himself. Which started with him being honest.
So as he guided you through the art pieces, he finished his drink with nerves buzzing over the alcohol in his veins. It led to an outside area around the back of the building which was unoccupied except for a couple chattering and giggling quietly, minding their own business.
It was definitely just a renovated alleyway, but still beautiful. Rex could honestly have taken you to Burger Mart for your first date and you would've been happy, but you're more than grateful for what he's done tonight. You were skimming your fingers along a painting, when he clears his throat behind you, "So, how's our first official date going? I mean probably amazing because I'm great at planning, but I figured I'd ask."
You giggle softly, nodding along with his antics, "Oh, obviously. I'd expect nothing less of you," your hand is placed on your chest dramatically, expressions exaggerated. "The only thing that could one-up this date is if I got to meet like, a superhero or something."
Part of you was joking, but part of you was dead serious. Rex was sometimes obnoxious, and didn't really know volume control. He understood boundaries but knew every way to push them just enough to make you laugh, not make you angry -- like when he ate half of your favorite snack and then ended up choking, because when you tried to steal them back, he tried to shove it all in his mouth.
Even at his weirdest moments over the past months, you're not above admitting he's starting to make you a little head over heels. You've always tried dating someone quiet and self-kept, like yourself. You had always wondered why it never worked out. Until Rex.
Rex made it so blatantly obvious you needed someone the exact opposite of you, and he was always willing to prove he's the right man for the job. You think he might be trying a little too hard, when he speaks next, "Well, what if I told you, you were on a date with one?"
You don't mean to snort in a mean way, but your automatic reaction to Rex is laughter -- one of the things that draw you into his orbit. But you realize he's not laughing, and he actually looks more nervous than the day he asked you out on this date.
"I used to be awful, and how you've chosen to see beyond what I've told you about it beyond me. I don't even think I have enough emotional intelligence, let alone actual intelligence to tell you what this date means for me," you're not laughing or snorting anymore, and you're barely sure you're breathing. Rex has told you about his past of how he used to treat friends and partners, and how he grew up in a broken home. Never many details, but enough to tell you the man stood in front of you was not the same man in those stories.
No, the man in those stories wouldn't have worked so hard to make all of this so perfect for you -- he would've never even noticed you, and you were aware of that fact. It made you so much more grateful for his effort, and made it so much more endearing to see him try so hard.
"I told myself the next time I would be lucky enough to find someone willingly to deal with my ass, I would never lie to them. I would never, ever break their trust. It's a moral I should've had before taking a bullet to the brain, but I'm trying so hard to learn what it means to me now."
You're eyes are lined with the prettiest tears he's ever seen, and he's never spoken so beautifully to you, "So yea, I'm one of the Guardians. I'm Rex Splode and my work is really dangerous. It's almost killed me more tan once, and could kill me one day. It could get you hurt too, and that scares the shit out of me. But god, you're just... You're so..."
He's struggling for words, but he doesn't have to struggle for long. You're arms are wrapping around his neck and dragging his lips down to yours -- the kiss is an awkward mesh of tears and surprise grunts coming from Rex. He's not sure how to do this when he isn't taking the lead, but he tries to catch up. Your kiss is overwhelming and so full of emotion that you're only half there mentally, but you've never been happier.
After a breathless moment, you both pull away and rest your foreheads against each other. Quiet sniffles from you, and panting from Rex -- the moment was so charged and so, so perfect.
"So... You still like me or what?"
You can't help the laughter that bubbles out because through and through, he's still Rex. Yeah, apparently he's also Rex Splode, and yeah he's got a lot more about him he's never told you. But he's still just Rex, your Rex. "Yeah, I still like you. A lot, actually. I just kissed a superhero so you've got brownie points going for you."
In the corner, the couple that had been chatting quietly, cheered and it startled you and Rex both. You both jump, looking in the other couple's direction -- a dark haired guy with a red-headed girl were both smiling wide in your direction, waving around a thumb's up. Rex groans as his head tips back, "You guys crashed my fucking date?! Creeps!"
"Who's that?"
"Atom Eve and Invincible."
"Aren't their identities supposed to be secret?"
"She's my ex and that's her new boyfriend. We're all friends, they're just annoying."
actually there is, she has one line at the end when she says “how do you know?”
ok I just skimmed though the movie again, and here she is in the beginning, she just doesn’t say anything, and you wouldn’t guess she was a girl because they didn’t do that weird humanizing, tits and longer eyelashes thing that most movies with animals do.
i’m pretty sure that all the female coded rats are the smaller rats, which is apparently accurate to real rats. Remmy is also really small. after going though the movie I realized that there are only five rats that have actual lines. Remmy, Emile, the dad, the really big bodyguard rat, and the rat at the end. whack.
I was wondering if you could do one where Katsumi was out with Katsuki having a bonding father daughter day (she’s still very small) and they get bombarded by fans. I saw that you put she’s nervous around a lot of people thought this would be cool ♥️
⋆ PAIRING: dad!/divorced!/prohero!bakugou x mom!/divorced! /teacher!reader
⋆ WARNINGS/TAGS: marriage; kids; fluff; slight angst
⋆ WORD COUNT: 1.1K
A/N: i love writing about tsumi what a little angel. also love writing girl dad bakugou he’s meant to be a girl dad idc
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“Okay, now kick the ball back, Tsum,” Bakugou called out to his youngest daughter.
It was a rare day off for Bakugou and with Katsuo moving out only a year ago and Suki moving onto high school, Bakugou’s been valuing his time with his kids even more. Watching them grow in front of him had been the biggest privilege and reward in his life and now, any spare time he had he made sure to spend it with little Katsumi.
Usually he’d stay inside with Katsumi and spend time with her by watching a movie or coloring or on rare occasions, let her use your makeup on his face. But that particular day he wanted to go out with Katsumi, do father-daughter things that regular parents did. He feared getting recognized when his family was with him because more than anything he valued your safety and he knew how quickly a simple fan interaction could escalate to a mob.
And he didn’t ever want to overwhelm Katsumi who already disliked crowds. In an attempt to disguise himself slightly, Bakugou put on a baseball cap but unbeknownst to him, he still stuck out with his tall stature and being built like a tank.
“Daddy, it’s gonna go so fast you won’t even see that ball!” Katsumi exclaimed, hopping in place as she hyped herself.
Bakugou laughed. “Alright then, bud, kick the ball.”
Katsumi took a few steps back before running as fast as she could and kicked the ball… which barely moved a few inches in front of her. Katsumi fell to her knees, pounding her little fist into the dirt. “No fair! You always kick it so far!”
Bakugou laughed as he picked up the ball. “That’s ‘cause Daddy’s big and you’re little.”
Katsumi stood up and crossed her arms over her chest, pouting up at her father. “I’m not little! I’m tall now.”
Bakugou picked Katsumi up with his free arm. “Nah, you’ll always be little to Daddy.” He kissed her cheek and she let out a giggle.
Bakugou checked the time on his watch. “You had fun?”
Katsumi nodded her head vigorously. “Mhm! I love being with you.”
Bakugou smiled, kissing her head. “C’mon let’s get home. Momma probably misses us.”
Katsumi clapped her hands as Bakugou set her back down. “I miss Momma, too!”
Bakugou put his things together, packing the snacks, juice boxes, and picnic blanket he packed for his outing with his daughter.
“I can hold something,” Katsumi offered, extending her little hands out.
“Alright, don’t fall,” Bakugou warned, handing her the lightest bag.
Katsumi held the bag and waddled in front of Bakugou to his car. She panted by the time they reached Bakugou’s car, dropping the bag to the ground. “Too heavy… Daddy, hold,” she sighed, pointing at the bag. Bakugou laughed, grabbing the bag and telling her to stay put while he put everything away in the trunk.
Bakugou swore he turned his back for two seconds before he heard Katsumi shriek. He whipped his head toward the direction of her cry, his eyes widening when he saw a group of fans approach Katsumi.
“I told you that was Dynamight’s car!” One of the fans exclaimed.
Katsumi ran towards Bakugou with tears in her eyes. “Daddy!” Bakugou was quick to hold her, letting her hide her face in his shoulder.
The group grew into a crowd and Bakugou found himself cornered. The fans were calling out several things from asking for an autograph to talking about how cute Katsumi was. But Bakugou’s sole focus was on his daughter, who was sobbing into his shirt as she shrieked, “Too loud! Too loud!”
“Back the fuck up from my car!” Bakugou bellowed, causing his fans to flinch and for the yelling to die down. They obliged, being Dynamight fans and knowing full well that Bakugou wouldn’t hesitate to kick any of their asses for his kids.
Bakugou opened the door to the back seat, peeling Katsumi from clinging onto him as he buckled her into her car seat. Bakugou kissed her head and wiped her cheeks. “Daddy’s gonna get rid of these people and then we can go home, okay?”
Katsumi sniffled. “O-Okay.”
Bakugou closed the door, sighing as he addressed the crowd. “Look, I get you’re excited but don’t freak my kid out.”
The fans murmured a bunch of “sorry’s” and Bakugou gave out as many autographs and stone faced photos as he could before finally dispelling the crowd and getting into his car. He glanced in the backseat to check on Katsumi, who still had tears streaming down her cheeks and she wrapped her arms around herself.
“I wanna go h-home,” she sputtered.
Bakugou started the car and got out of the park as fast as he legally could.
You were sitting in the living room, watching reruns of your favorite show while waiting for Bakugou to get back. When you heard the door open, you smiled, excited to see your daughter.
But that excitement dissipated immediately when Katsumi ran into the living room, sobbing as she screamed out, “Momma!”
You gasped, holding her in your arms. “Oh, my angel, what happened?!” Katsumi didn’t respond as she buried her head into your neck, her little hands gripping the fabric of your shirt.
Bakugou followed after her, sighing as he sat beside you and tossed his baseball cap to the side. “A buncha fans found us. They wanted autographs and she got overwhelmed.”
“Oh, baby, it’s okay,” you murmured, rubbing her back. You sat Katsumi on your lap, wiping her cheeks as she ducked her head. “That was scary, huh?”
“S-So many people,” Katsumi sputtered, rubbing her eyes. “And they were so big and– and–”
She started heaving and you kissed her head. “It’s okay, you’re safe now, Tsumi.”
Bakugou leaned back, running a hand through his hair. “Fuck, I thought nobody’d see us but my fuckin’ car stood out too much.”
“Told you you should’ve taken my car to blend in more,” you said, patting Katsumi’s back. “Everyone knows you drive that Porsche around everywhere.”
“I know,” Bakugou mumbled. He leaned over and took Katsumi from you, sitting her on his lap. “I’m sorry, baby.”
Katsumi sniffled, rubbing her eyes once more. “It’s okay… So many people love, Daddy. It’s good.”
You smiled, leaning your head on Bakugou’s shoulder. “Yeah, and they were just excited to see their favorite hero. They didn’t mean to scare you.”
Katsumi nodded, smiling slightly as she moved forward and put her arms around Bakugou’s torso. “Don’t feel bad, Daddy. You’re so famous!”
Bakugou laughed and kissed her head. “I’ll be more careful next time.”
“You could get rid of that Porsche… It’s already on its last leg…” You muttered under your breath.
Bakugou glared at you. “When that car dies, I’m dyin’.”
Katsumi giggled at your bickering, and you and Bakugou smiled, happy that she was feeling much better.
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