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Your works are very cronchy :3
May I suggest: when they realize they're in love with you OR... first time they tell you "I love you" with the mashle guys?
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mash doesn't consider his feelings for you to be love or not until his friends ask him out of pure curiosity. he knows that he feels something for you, but that's as far as he considers. you make him feel more than most people do, even when you're not doing anything special. if he were to choose spending time with you over making cream puffs, he'd prefer to make cream puffs with you. it's not that fun making them by himself anymore, mash figured.
besides, it's not like mash really knows what love is. there's no solid description of it, but according to his friends, dot especially, it's a strong feeling that makes you want to spend more time with a certain someone or just be near them at any time of the day.
and to mash, he figures he does love you when you poke your head into your dorm room and his heart does a silly jump, but his eyes light up without him knowing. poor mash, not realizing that he's so wrapped around your pinkie that anyone could practically see a dog tail wagging behind him every time he sees you.
this is how I see the mashle friend group dynamic
Let me be your love
Neglected reader x bat family x "god" of love
ā Synopsis: When you stop receiving love at home, there is someone who can love you outside of it.
ā Tags: yandere, bad father,the "god" is not really someone normal, manipulation, death, lies, angst? with a happy ending (i think)
Perhaps in many tales with happy endings, it would begin with "once upon a time"āthough often, that "once upon a time" could also bring something sad, unlike many stories where you'd typically be born to a loving mother who cared for you, brought you warmth and happiness before passing away, leaving you to live with your real father. Here, none of that truly happened.
For as long as you could remember, Alfred always told you about your mother. She was your fatherās lover, one of the women he planned to marryāa shock in his playboy life. But before he could even slip a ring on her finger, she went into labor. You. His first biological daughter. Your mother knew the risks of the pregnancy, that you might die, but she tried anyway. And when you were born, she held you in her arms, whispered your name, and smiled, praying to any god or entity that you would liveāeven if it came at a cost. And that cost was her life. The doctors wanted to prioritize her, but she insisted they save you instead. And so, that night, your father, Bruce Wayne, received the news that you had been bornābut in exchange, your mother had died in childbirth.
You grew up in that mansion from the moment you came home from the hospital. Your father wasnāt the best, but he tried. He watched you take your first steps, heard your first wordāall while operating in the shadows as Batman. You always wore a necklace your mother had placed around your neck before she died in that white hospital bed. You never took it off, not even to bathe or sleep, and Bruce never dared to remove it from you. You ran through those halls with Bruce and Alfred chasing after you, living a safe life as Bruceās daughter, as his little girl. You were kind, growing up with little love yet still receiving what scraps your father could give, trying to be present even as he played the Dark Knight. You were so innocent, so sweetāBruce never dared to show you his other face, Batman. You lived unaware that your father slipped out at night to fight crime.
It was just you, your father, and Alfred. Always had been. UntilĀ heĀ arrived.
You still remember itādescending the stairs, dressed up and ready for your usual outing with your dear father after your birthday, when heād taken you to the circus. The day he covered your eyes and ears whenĀ itĀ happened, lying about a monster you couldnāt see. He would never let you witness that massacre, thatĀ accident.
Holding the railing, you happily skipped down the stepsāonly to freeze in confusion when your father walked in with a boy beside him. A few years older, you guessed. When you approached them, bewildered, your father just ruffled your hair, saying heād explain laterābut right now, he was busy. And that precious time together slowly eroded. You still got attention, but it felt like Bruce and that boyāRichard Graysonāhad grown closer. Like they shared something you didnāt. You still went out with your father, but nowĀ heĀ tagged along. It was strange, but also niceābecause now you had someone else to play with when Bruce was gone.
At first, Dick was rude, distantābut not entirely. He played with you, even if it always ended too soon because he had to leave with your father. You didnāt understand, but you were happy to have a brother, even if only for a little while.
Then you grew up. And that brother drifted away.
And another came.
Jason Peter Todd. He wasĀ betterākinder, sweeter. You read together all the time. You promised to play forever.
But thenĀ heĀ was gone, too.
Your father claimed Jason was away for a while. You accepted it.
Now, with your oldest brother distant and your second gone, came the third: Tim Drake.
He wasnātĀ mean, but he wasnāt kind either. He always told you not to get in the way. You barely spent time together. And even less with your father. Since Jason left, Bruce had grown colder, and with Tim around, your outings stopped completely. Tim never had time. Neither did your father.
You were growing up, and the loneliness weighed heavier each day.
At school, you were shy. Youād hoped Tim might keep you company like Dick (reluctantly) and Jason had. But noāhe was with his friends, telling you to stay away.
Time passed. More people came.
You were in high school now, a senior. Graduation was days away.
Walking alone, you spottedĀ himāa boy with bangs, sitting by himself in the cafeteria, headphones on. Nervously, you approached, quietly introducing yourself and asking if you could sit with him. He seemed shocked, stammering as he made space.
From then on, you were friends.
At prom, you two stayed outside the crowd, talking about everything you had in common. And at graduation, when you walked across the stage, you looked outāexpecting no one from your family to be there.
But you sawĀ him, waving happily.
And for once, you felt happy.
When the ceremony ended, Alfred arrived in a rush, apologizingāheād been helping your father, who was "too busy." You knew Alfred had responsibilities, but you were glad he came. You introduced him to your friend, and Alfred was overjoyed to see his little girl had someone.
Time passed. Summer break. College loomed next year.
Things at home wereĀ horrible.
Another arrived.
A boy who claimed to be your fatherāsĀ trueĀ son.
Damian.
He was new, and at first, you tried to be kindāonly for him to mock you. In his mind,Ā heĀ was the only blood son. You? Just some adopted charity case.
But youĀ wereĀ Bruceās blood. Like it or not, you were Damianās half-sister.
You tried. But he was cruel. His words cut deep. So you kept your distance.
He didnāt want you around? Fine.
You were weak. You knew that. And DamianĀ rubbed it in, boasting that he could kill you whenever he wanted.
You just accepted it.
He was a child.
And you? You were alone.
Alfred seemed distant now, too.
In that house, you became a ghost.
UntilĀ that day.
Damian was in your room. You pushed him outāyou wantedĀ space.
Then he ripped off your necklace.
TheĀ oneĀ thing youād kept since birth.
You fought for it.
It turned into a brawlāDamian hurling insults until he spat the worst one:
"If itās true your mother died giving birth to you, then you wereĀ bornĀ to be a disgrace."
You lashed out, defending her, scrambling for the necklace. You were leaving for college soon anyway.
The fight escalatedāuntil suddenly, Damian grabbed scissors.
AndĀ stabbedĀ you.
You froze, staring at him as the family rushed in.
Your broken necklace in your hand.
Everyone made excuses for Damianāuntil they saw the blood staining your shirt.
Even as you collapsed, the only one who reached for you was Alfred.
After that, you were kept in a private recovery home. Your father refused to take you to a hospitalāhad to protect the family image.
But one thing haunted you:
What Damian had said.
Not about you. Not about your mother.
But something heĀ braggedĀ about.
Because he wasnāt just Bruceās son.
Noāhe was theĀ future Batman.
The newest Robin.
The pieces clicked.
The disappearances since childhood. The revolving door of Robins. EvenĀ Jasonās deathāhis "disappearance."
You realized then:
You wereĀ neverĀ truly loved in that house.
From the moment you were born, Bruce only did what he did becauseālike it or notāyou reminded him of his own childhood.
So you decided to leave.
Once you healed, you walked outāheaded for college.
Youād never really prayed to any god. You had no real religion.
But in college,Ā heĀ appeared again.
Your friend.
Taller now, but still the same.
Popular, yet always by your side.
You never got a canary from your familyābut fromĀ him, you did.
Maybe you didnāt notice his possessiveness. His obsessiveness.
But it was fine.
He knew about your family. You never lied to him.
So when he convinced you to move into the frat houseāaway from your familyāyou agreed.
You trusted him.
And⦠well, youāre not sure how it happened.
But heĀ lovedĀ you.
And you loved him back.
NoāyouĀ worshipedĀ him.
Because he showed you love.
He made you see him as aĀ god.
And you?
You were his precious little lamb.
One day, while shopping, someone called your name.
Dick.
You ignored him.
He tried to talk to youāuntil he saw your necklace.
Not the one from your mother.
AĀ newĀ one.
AĀ symbol.
The same symbol Dick had seen when Tim showed the others the files on a rising serial killer.
Dick tried to ask about it.
You just walked away.
YourĀ friendāno, yourĀ belovedāmade you understand:
Your family didnātĀ deserveĀ you.
You didnātĀ needĀ them.
You only neededĀ him.
His love.
Because just as heās loved you since the day you met, you love himāandĀ willĀ love him for eternity.
Thatās what heĀ does.
Thatās what he wasĀ made for.
Love.
He loves you.
And you love him.
The news of your necklace made your family suspicious. They demanded answers.
And your belovedĀ didnāt like that.
So one night, he asked you to come with him.
HeĀ revealedĀ himself.
And asked you to leave with himāforĀ hisĀ home, far from your family.
Behind you, your family stood in their uniforms, watching.
Batmanāno, yourĀ fatherātried to speak.
But you turned away.
Taking your belovedās hand.
As he spread hisĀ wings, wrapping them around you in an embrace before vanishingāsmirking in triumph at your family.
Who finally realized:
They had just lost you.
And this timeā
It wasĀ forever.
WHAT DO THEY LIKE ABOUT YOU ā mashle
to be in love with you is to adore you. worship you. to cherish whatever is there about you. to make there sole existence about you and only you.
note: finally writing for mashle and a new addition to my collection!
ā Ėļ½”āąØą§Ė MASH BURNEDEAD !
he likes how smart you are. if he makes up for the strength then you complete him with your intelligence. he loves how everything becomes easy with you. how he doesnāt have to completely rack his one brain cell to do something when he has you. he likes to rely on you ā which he doesnāt realise he does. he absolutely adores how quick witted and brilliant you are. he 1000% trust your decisions without a second thought.
ā Ėļ½”āąØą§Ė LANCE CROWN !
he absolutely adores the way you are so caring. so kindhearted and tender. so warm and gentle. most of his life he was not as cared for as his sister was, so when he found himself returning to you again and again to get his wounds fixed and healed. he became attached to your caring attitude. in no time he was absolutely down bad for you. he would time and time again find himself under your care and he wouldnāt deny that he liked every bit of attention he ever got from you.
ā Ėļ½”āąØą§Ė FINN AMES !
itās your patience. the way you give him time to calm himself down after a breakdown or a crash out. you would sit beside him and just give him all the time in the world to compose himself. he wondered why you have stayed for he was not someone who didnāt fear anything, he was a crybaby yet you would sit with him through it all, like an understanding and patient being. he can only wonder how much patience you hold. how calmly you do things. he canāt help but find himself attached to the comfort you bring.
ā Ėļ½”āąØą§Ė DOT BARRETT !
letās be honest. he likes cute girls. has a thing for damsel in distress but gosh itās just something about a woman who could fend for herself that is just too hot ā he denies that he doesnāt find strong women hot. he is a big fat liar. he is absolutely taken with how fearless you are. that fighting spirit of yours just turns him on, sending shivers down his spine. the way your hold your ground when fighting itās just so cool. he could never take his eyes off you. gosh, he is absolutely smitten with you.
ā Ėļ½”āąØą§Ė KALDO GEHENNA !
he is undoubtedly in love with your cooking more than he in love with you. but there is a reason he absolutely adores your cooking is because of his sweet tooth. he likes to pair almost everything he eats with syrup or honey, so when you had for the first time during your relationship cooked him a hearty meal that had the use of sweet syrup he was absolutely smitten. he has almost eaten all the foods you cook. it just satisfies his stomach and his sweet tooth. since than he has stopped pairing combos and eats whatever you cook ā except for the sushi and syrup combo he snacks on time to time.
ā Ėļ½”āąØą§Ė ORTER MADL !
he doesnāt like to accept such trivial things but he adore the way you perceive things. itās just your ability to read through everything and be able to have a broader perspective upon almost anything. it must be this inability his, to perceive things, that makes him find how insightful it could be to see things with a perception such as yours. he is always interested in how you see through things and are able to decipher and break it down for him. he always comes to you for a second opinion when he is not sure of himself at times. he would never accept it but when he hears you talk to him to fix the estranged relationship between him and his brother. he dreams to try. he wills to change.
ā Ėļ½”āąØą§Ė RAYNE AMES !
there are many things he likes about you, but there is this one thing in particular that he seems to adore about you. it is but the way you seem to remember the even most trivial of things he chooses to ignore. you keep track of everything and by everything he means from the smallest detail to the biggest detail are but remembered by you without a doubt. you are but a great sport when he forgets his brotherās birthday or a divine visionary meeting. he likes how you resemble a guiding light for you show him the path and clear out the obstacles, that are not clear to him but to you they stand like thorns in his way and you finish them before he could. you are but his special person.
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"fuck your boyfriend, he a bitch." boyfriend referring to your 6 year old stinky plushie that you sleep with which hasn't been washed in months. probably even years. he's just jealous because your "male" plushie gets to be cuddled by you and not him. he calls your cute little plushie 'a bitch' because he absolutely despises the unalive creature. everytime he sees you holding the toy, he'd say "i think it's time you switch." switch what? switch the plush with him.
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