blazenflammin

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Was it a golden? Def something a golden would do.

I call this ‘sunset as you are taken out at the knees by a cattle dog’

Some one please write this for me!

All Might saves a three year old Midoriya. During which the three year old does what three year olds do and puts some of All Mights hair in his mouth to chew on cause he's nervous. He ends up eating a piece but no one realizes before All Might sends him home with his mom. Izuku then has a quirk but is unable to properly work it and constantly gets injured so Kacchan gets super protective of him. Midoriya and Katsuki stay friends/grow into a relationship. A/B/O with Alpha Katsuki and Omega Izuku. Dom/sub undertones. 

The longer the better!

Can't speak for others, but my issue is he waited till he had a following of young children before he released this shit.

compare the backlash lil nas x is recieving for a 3 minute music video vs. supernatural running for 15 years, having a cameo from every biblical character, making Thee Christian God bisexual, killing that Bisexual Christian God™, replacing him with lucifer's son, having a gay angel, and on and on and on. compare his THREE MINUTE VIDEO to lucifer, the show that has ran on for five years, about the redemption of a bisexual satan. this is about race. what they're doing to him is because he's Black. white people get to do whatever the fuck they want with Christian mythology and no one blinks an eye.

I'm really bad at writing but this spoke to me. I hope to write more but this is all I got at the moment.

Crispin heaved a heavy sigh as he got up from his stool behind the counter. It was nearly closing time; he should start mopping up. Not that it matters. No one's been in here but me, he grumbles to himself. One more week and then he'd be closed for good. 

He grabs the push broom and starts making his way up and down the aisles. He fixes bags of chips and cans of fruit as he makes his way through. Just because he's about to shut down doesn't mean his store could look bad. He takes pride in his work; pointless as it may be. 

He supposed it was just his luck though. He had opened this store as a hope to provide for his family even when he was old and gray. 

Unfortunately, he also lived in Gotham. 

It was a good run he thinks. Five years wasn't too bad when you think of all the other shops that open and then go immediately bankrupt from damages villains like the Joker and Poison Ivy cause on a weekly basis. 

He can at least say he never had any of those issues. It both does and doesn't help that he chose a location on the edge of town. He thought by the time development reached his area he would be pretty well off. But that depends on development actually happening. 

Instead he's in the same abandoned edge of town about three miles from a major road as he was when he opened. Only business he gets, are the street kids that he charges pennies on the dollar for, to get rid of the nearly expired merchandise. 

Not going to let good food go to waste. Might as well help the homeless. 

He went to the back to put away the broom and fill up his mop bucket. He set the water on a slow trickle so he could take out the trash while he waited.

He was tying off the bathroom trash when he jumped, hearing the bell above the door ring. Was this it? Was he finally going to be in a robbery? The second to last week? 

He turned slowly and debated on staying hidden in the back when he heard multiple voices. 

"Hey, you think they have Whatchamacallits?"

"Grab me the blue one. No, the light blue."

"Dude, don't hog all the Pringles."

Figuring they wouldn't rob him in a group, he made his way out to see what all the commotion was. His jaw dropped at what he saw. 

Right there, in front of his eyes, was the Justice League. Well, some of them. He recognized Batman right away by the drink coolers grabbing a water. Superman was by the back wall floating to grab a box he stored the extra chips in. He could only assume the streak of red he kept seeing in the corner of his eye was the Flash. The counter was slowly filling up with piles of junk food every time he zipped by. The other two he didn't know as well but assumed they were also heros based on their colorful outfits. 

He saw movement outside and guessed about four to five other people were waiting. 

Ah, well at least if this group stole from him he could have an awesome story to tell. 

"How much do you think this all will cost?" Superman asked as he dropped the box on the counter.

"Doesn't matter Bats is paying," Flash said coming to a stop, wearing a bright smile. 

Crispin choked back a laugh at the sight of Batman heaving a world weary sigh at that statement. 

"I know all of you have plenty of money."

"In these tights? I don't think so." Flash responded back.

Crispin decided to start ringing them up. Even if they weren't planning on actually paying it was nice to know how much he was losing. 

"Do you want to keep them in the box or would you like bags?" He asked Superman. 

"Ah, the box is fine. No need to waste the plastic." He replies with a bright smile. 

"Store owner."

Crispin jumped hearing Batman's gravely voice beside him. No way that doesn't hurt after a while. 

"Ah, yes?" 

"How much can we take? We don't want to leave you short." 

Crispin just stared for a moment processing. Leave him short? Oh, for other customers. 

"Oh. Um, take however much you'd like. No one comes out here so I'm going to have to close down soon anyways. Anything you don't take will most likely go to the food drive on 3rd street."

"Hm." Batman grunted. 

Crispin went back to ringing things up. He tried to keep bags separated per hero but some of the piles merged together, making it hard to tell. 

Once a bag was filed, Flash grabbed it and ran outside giving it to one of the many League members staying outside. He was glad they stayed outside, he didn't think his store could handle all of them jammed in. 

After a good twenty minutes of scanning, he finally came to the end. Batman was the only one left in the store and he put a water, an apple and a pack of gum on the counter. 

"Are you sure this is all you want? Really. You can grab whatever." 

"Hm." He responded. 

Crispin shrugged and rung up the three items. Before he could even decide whether to just let them take the stuff or not, Batman handed him a wad of cash. 

He slowly grabbed the cash and his eyebrows went up when he noticed they were all 50's.

He quickly rang up the order and counted out the change, not wanting to keep him. But by the time he looked back up everyone was gone without a trace. 

He looked down at his hand at the 253.47 extra that he had been given. As much as he wanted to, he couldn't keep it. He sighed as he thought of how he was supposed to return it. At least Batman lived in Gotham. He wasn't sure how to get a hold of him but he should be able to figure something out. 

He was startled out of his thoughts when he heard water running in the sudden quietness of his shop. Shit his bucket! He quickly stuffed the money in a drawer before running to the back to turn off the water before he had a puddle on his hands.

So i have come to the conclusion that Superheroes get tired, and superheroes get hungry, and I’m pretty sure they sometimes can’t fit a few bucks in their suits but they’re still hungry and tired so i came up with this headcanon that there’s a little confectioner’s store (convenience store?) that wasn’t doing all that great and business was low and they were thinking of having to close until one day. Until fucking BATMAN shows up with another at LEAST two dozen superheroes and they just…start browsing… and batman says “get what you’d like.”

and the shop owner is like wow are they not gonna fucking pay and then speedsters are putting in stuff on the counter and supers are flying to the top shelves and they’re ooh-ing and ahh-ing and the store owner just hears dialogue from here and there that sounds something like “Ooh what flavour is that?” “I think it’s blue” *smack* “No DUH” or “I kinda want these chips but i also want these” “Just get them both, Batman’s paying!” and then after like a solid twenty minutes they all run out in a single line and they’re all waiting outside and there’s like three bags’ worth of stuff and the store owner is trying frantically to check them all out and fucking Batman is just standing there patiently, and there’s a bunch of faces peering on the window, and that was that.

That was the moment that Batman and his bunch’a buddies saved a small business.

And they didn’t dare STOP. Thing was/is, it became a THING. Superheroes that happened to be in Gotham would just,,,, go grab a snack over there. And people were terrified, because it surely wasn’t only superheroes, but villains as well. We’re talking about a 3am sneak in of the riddler’s and a thumbs up to the owner, who just stared at them silently while the riddler grabs  like a polar pop.

Oh, and it’s a very RESPECTED (and feared) little store. Because nobody even dares to even TRY and steal something. Not even the riddler. Nope. Nobody.  Not even the bravest bravado of all Gotham. And it’s funny because nobody even GOES there. Just superheroes and villains. There might as well be a poster that says ‘no civilians allowed’ in big block letters because there has literally never been anyone besides the owner and their family that has even stepped FOOT in that store.

Not that it’s any bad for business. Batman tends to be over-generous sometimes, and some costumers even have an ACCOUNT. How that works it that they’ll just… pay in advance. One day, Nightwing came in around with a ziploc bag with $30, and asked if he could pay in advance of the visits he’d make until it ran out, and then so on and so forth until there were like at least 10 accounts with 100 dollars each.

And sometimes the batfamily (who are literally regulars) will come in (in like packs of at least 4) and sometimes they’re beat up, sometimes they’re just skipping inside, sometimes they’re being carried over somebody’s shoulder. And most interactions include:

Batman: what do you want?

Red robin: *reaches for monster drink*

Batman: *slaps his hand away*

Red Robin: *settles for gatorade*

*red hood opening a fridge and ‘cooling down’*

impulse: but i got that flavor last time!

superboy: but they don’t have ANY OTHERS

Spoiler: -and then i was like ‘yo wtf’ and she was like ‘i dunno bro looks like you could use some waffles’ and what’s THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN right? I mean is she flirting with me or something because damn i like her but at the same time i don’t but like-

store owner: 

red hood, at the door: you said you were getting CRACKERS, SPOILER. 

*random run-ins of superheroes waiting for the bathroom.*