#fanfic asks meme

[recurring-polynya]

For the fanfic ask meme :D: 2. Do you read/reread your own fics?, 3. What’s your favorite fic that you’ve written?, 5. What’s a fic idea you’ve had that you will never write?, and 10. Is there a fic that got a different response than you were expecting?

(question list is here)

2. Do you read/reread your own fics?

lol, yes, constantly. My first and foremost audience for my fics is me, I just share them because I thought other people would like them, too.

3. What’s your favorite fic that you’ve written?

I answered that one here.

5. What’s a fic idea you’ve had that you will never write?

This last winter, while I was coming up with tons of unworkable ideas for Renruki Week, I really wanted to do a reincarnation AU and shoehorn it into the "Love Over a Lifetime" theme. I got hit with Big Angsty idea of a story where instead of having Renji transfers to Squad 11, Aizen killed him off instead (nominally, by sending him off on a mission above his skill level with no backup, although it very well could have involved one of Aizen's Hollow experiments--in any case, it's just broadly accepted that he "died in action"). The thing is, though, he gets reincarnated as an Ordinary Citizen of Karakura Town. He's sort of a reverse-ghost-- he's kind of directionless and bad at accomplishing anything because he has this Unfinished Business in the afterlife that he has no memory of. He's still Renji, though, so he's friendly and knows everybody. He's in his 30s and works as a delivery guy, so he knows everyone in town, and regularly makes deliveries to the Urahara Shouten and the Kurosaki Clinic. He also coaches kiddie soccer, including Karin's team. In other words, he's just this nice young adult guy that everyone knows. The particular scene that I really wanted to write was Rukia coming out of the Shouten after ripping Urahara a new one about shitty soul pager batteries or something, and runs into Renji carrying on his long-running beef with Jinta, and he's like "hey, have we met somewhere, you seem familiar?" and then I cry a million tears.

Anyway, I couldn't come up with a workable story arc for it and a trap I am especially always cautious not to fall into is "rewrite the first arc of Bleach" so the only thing I've ever written is the opening bit, where Kira writes Rukia a letter to tell her that Renji is dead.

10. Is there a fic that got a different response than you were expecting?

(spoilers for What We Do with Our Hearts under the cut)

I definitely thought more people would guess that Ginrei was dating his tennis instructor, mostly on the basis of why else would I put a hot, beefy tennis instructor in this fanfic? And then every time Byakuya was like "WHY is the tennis instructor here?" and people would comment "Why IS the tennis instructor here?" and I would be like ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ but inside I was like "oh no i hope this plot twist lands well."

Anyway, when the reveal came out, a lot of people were very surprised, but also generally delighted about it, so all's well that end's well.

[forbodium]

watching their partner become a villain (dialogue prompts)

written by me. please enjoy and use for whatever you like. remember to credit me when reposting.

“this isn’t you anymore. you never wanted to hurt people.”

“come back to me. please.”

“i know you wouldn’t hurt me.”

“you have to stop this—before it’s too late!”

“turn you in? you know i could never do that.”

“don’t touch me.”

“do i mean anything to you anymore?”

“we can get away from all this; start over. no one has to know what you did.”

“if you love me, you’ll stop.”

“how long have you been planning this? did i ever even know the real you?”

“you can’t keep me here!”

“it’s okay. it’s okay. we can cover this up. where’s the bleach?”

“you promised no one would get hurt.”

“how do you expect me to sleep next to you at night knowing what you did?”

“okay, i’ll help you—but this is the last time.”

“are you going to kill me?”

“i didn’t want to believe you could do something like this.”

“what else have you been hiding?”

“i thought you cared about me.”

“no, i’m staying with you. ‘for better or for worse’, remember?”

“i can’t let this go on any longer.”

“you can do what you want with me—just don’t hurt the kids.”

“you’re not human.”

“could you change out of those bloodied clothes before you sit on my couch?”

feel free to add more prompts, and please reblog with your stories or tag me in them. i’d love to see your ideas!

[erinwantstowrite]

Erin if Bruce has his brucie wayne persona in LoF I can only imagine Peter’s reaction

peter is the most expressive person ever and they'd never be able to Bat train that out of him so i imagine like. after peter is introduced formally as family they take him to his first gala and he goes viral for many things but one being a video where at first you see Brucie Wayne flirting outside the venue, and then the video quickly pans over to Peter with the most disgusted look on his face. the next video is Peter standing next to Bruce and politely asking him to stop being gross while clearly begging with his entire face not to disappoint him. Bruce does stop flirting immediately and as their conversation is directed towards people thinking Peter is adorable, the camera pans to Tim who was doing an interview but got distracted. He looks back at the camera and jabs his thumb over his shoulder and goes "We've been begging for years for him to stop being gross and the new kid does it in one day?" and Tim becomes a second meme of the night

[dollishbabess]

Do you do batfamily? I literally love your profile aesthetic and I think it would be really cool something like girly reader who is the youngest in the batfamily, I think it would be funny the boys dealing with her and everything. ily🤍

“I PRESSED HIDE ICONS BUT I CAN STILL SEE ME” ── .✦ DOLLISH ⋆. 𐙚 ˚

A/n: this literally made me laugh but tysm ily too, but literally i tried to balance this with sass + a girl who likes pink and other colors instead of stereotypical pink girly girl and etc but if this is not correct then sorry because i only have one sister and a brother and i’m oldest out of all of them.

tags: batfamily x girly!batsis

⋆. 𐙚 ˚

The manor is, of course, dark and filled with heavy, old-fashioned furniture. Meanwhile, you’re room is beautiful with subtle hints of pink decor and white, and a beautiful walk in closet, and your room is the only spot with cozy, neutral decor and soft pinks, which you somehow convinced Alfred was “tasteful and happy”

Bruce pretends he doesn’t notice the little decorative changes you make around the house, like the rose-gold lamp in the hallway or the fresh flowers on the dining table. Alfred, though, secretly loves it because it makes the place feel a little less like a ‘depressive episode’ (I’m convinced if someone suicidal went in that manor they would likely fucking commit at this rate).

“CINDERELLA ARE YOU FUCKING READY?!” ── .✦

When you go to family dinners or galas, the boys have come to expect that you’ll need at least an hour to get ready. They used to complain, but now they’ve just accepted it (even if it means sleeping while standing up waiting) And you’re always perfectly dressed, from your hair to your jewelry.

Tim once asked why you had to wear rings on your ring finger without being married, and without missing a beat, you responded, “Because I need to let people know I have style standards, maybe you can learn a or two about fashion, your dressed like a fucking caveman.”

“ITS EXPLAINABLE” ── .✦

Alfred has somehow become your unofficial shopping partner, knowing all your preferred stores and patiently sitting outside the fitting rooms. He’s the only one who will willingly go with you without complaint, and he even knows which colors you like best

Once, Bruce was caught off guard by a credit card alert because it was awhile someone spent THAT much money and asked Alfred about it. Alfred just responded calmly, “It was for necessary purchases, Master Wayne,” even though the “necessary purchases” included a ton of “designer” things.

── .✦

Damian once challenged you to a chess match, thinking he could beat you easily. Halfway through, you made a risky move, looked him dead in the eye, and said, “You’re about to see a queen move.” Damian lost, and he’s still confused about how it happened.

One morning, Dick said, “Isn’t it a little early for all the glam and glitter?” You just gave him a look and said, “Isn’t it a little late for you to be alive, your social security number is probably one.

YOUR BEAUTY PRODUCTS BECOMING A ATTEMPT ON PEOPLES LIVES ── .✦

Bruce has almost tripped on your eyelash curler twice. The family has also officially banned you from putting skincare masks in the fridge after Jason mistook your green tea gel eye masks for some kind of salad topping (the worse part is… he ate the whole thing and didn’t realize until he went shopping trying to find the exact one until he found it in the skincare aisle instead of the salad dressing aisle…)

Tim opened the wrong drawer in your room once, and it looked like a makeup frenzy had exploded. Lip glosses, nail polishes, tiny skincare samples, and sheet masks cascaded out, and he just stood there, baffled by how much one person could need, (he thought you ran a business for a few days after.)

── .✦

You also gave Bruce a mini heart attack when you told him you wanted a different laptop because “this one’s too boring.” The Batcomputer tech isn’t boring, but you wanted a rose-gold case and “a vibe,” so Bruce ended up ordering one in the exact shade you wanted.

The family group chat is complete chaos. You regularly send pictures of quotes from romance novels, and the occasional inspirational meme with sparkles. Once, you sent a photo of the living room and asked, “Could we get some lighter curtains in here? For my aesthetic and mental well being?”

Whenever someone’s late, you flood the chat with passive-aggressive texts like, “Jason, do you know what ‘be here at 6 PM’ means?” or “Dick, if you’re any later, I’ll be old enough to vote for Kamala at this rate.”

MOVIE NIGHTS ── .✦

You insist on watching rom-coms and dramas instead of the usual action movies. Even though the boys groan, you’ve noticed they secretly enjoy the movies by the end. Tim tried to deny it, but he was caught laughing at a scene in white chicks and you swore to never let him forget it.

Once, you convinced them to watch a “fall aesthetic” movie marathon, complete with hot chocolate and fuzzy blankets. Even Jason joined in, and you teased him the whole night, whispering, “Don’t pretend you don’t love a good blanket.

THE OFFICAL FASHION GURU FINALBOSS 💜 ── .✦

You’ve taken it upon yourself to occasionally “advise” the boys on their fashion. If Tim wears a hoodie that’s “two shades too close to ‘depression’ ” you’ll be the first to tell him. You even convinced Damian to try a collared shirt once, though he looked horrified.

Dick gets roasted the most. He walked out wearing cargo shorts once, and you deadpan, “Going for the ‘i’m so old i saw humans evolve’ look i see.” He didn’t change, but he was clearly a little self-conscious the whole day (he never wore cargo shorts ever again…)

SKINCARE TIPS ── .✦

You’ve taught the boys some random facts they never knew, like the importance of hyaluronic acid for skincare and the difference between ballet flats and loafers. They pretend to brush it off, but you’ve overheard Jason giving roy skincare advice using the tips you shared.

When Bruce had a minor scratch on his face from patrol, you casually handed him concealer. “Just dab, blend, and don’t tell anyone,” you said. He followed the instructions without a word (he used to do that before, just impressed you also knew)

THE BABY OF THE FAMILY ── .✦

As the youngest, you know how to work the “baby sister” angle like a pro. The boys are fiercely protective, and any time you need a ride, money for something “totally essential,” or help with homework, you can count on one of them stepping up.

Once, you asked Damian to grab something from a high shelf for you, and when he hesitated, you hit him with, “Guess i really am alone without a good brother..” He ended up grabbing it for you with a grumble, but you swear you saw him smirk.

@dollishbabess made by me, do not translate, or repost or copy.

Second divider: @cafekitsune, other dividers not sure I kinda forgot sorry

[arrestedexgirlfriendafterhigh]

Currently reading the 3rd EAH book (the wonderland one) and Lizzie Hearts owns a portion of my heart.

Shes just, painted a lot simpler in the show than in the books. I get that you only can use her dialogue really compared to the book where you basically read her thoughts, but like theres so muchhhhh. Shes complex. And babygirl<3

[the-bar-sinister]

⭐💖 Headcanon ask game 💖⭐

There are lots of deep questionnaires and ask games for OCs but I see fewer for people who primarily write fanfiction and develop canon characters into more fleshed out forms. So here's one for anyone who's interested.

Send a character and a number and I'll tell you a headcanon or perception that I have about this character's:

-1- name -2- family -3- childhood -4- voice -5- face/looks -6- hair -7- body -8- smell/personal scent -9- clothes and habits of dress -10- posture/physicality/movement -11- hobbies and interests -12- skills and abilities -13- ideals or philosophies -14- goals and intentions -15- pets or feelings about animals -16- home/place that they live -17- personal sense of style and decor -18- beloved or important items or property -19- favorite food and eating habits -20- love language/way they show affection -21- fears -22- favorite things -23- occupation/job -24- best memory -25- worst memory -26- interactions with their friends -27- interactions with their enemies -28- interactions with their lovers -29- quirks and personal habits -30- personality -31- way they are perceived by others -32- toxic traits -33- redeeming qualities -34- feelings about themself

[crow-posting]

Mundane Guardian Asks

Do they celebrate their resurrection day? If so, how? If not, why?

Do they celebrate any holidays?

Is their house/"home base" mobile, interim, or permanent? Do they invite people over?

Would they rather be asked about their love life or their job?

What's their favorite [or least favorite] Small Talk Question? ("Where were you rezzed?" "What's your favorite color?" etc.)

What's their favorite song? -OR- What song would they choose as their personal theme/boss music?

What do they wear when running errands?

What would they wear to a formal event?

"What's in their pocketses?"

Do they have a food combo that's unique to them, like tajin and avocado ice cream?

Coffee, tea, soda, energy drink, or another caffeine source?

What kind of hobbies do they have? -OR- how do they fill their downtime?

What's a word/phrase people don't expect them to know, but is somehow part of their vocabulary?

What's their weirdest habit when using the Light/Darkness? (eg yelling kamehameha before casting Chaos Reach)

Any superstitions?

How do they counteract nightmares [bad dreams]? How do they counter Nightmares [Pyramid constructs]?

What kind of ship do they fly? Is it custom to their wants/needs or mostly stock?

On a scale of "constantly fishtailing" to "the next Marcus Ren," how good can they drive a Sparrow?

Are they close to their Ghost?

If they were playing "kiss, marry, kill", who would be their top 3 candidates?

What's a secret (small or large) that they will never share?

[ogdoadfates]

Prompt list: Fluff #2

Like always feel free to use these for whatever~

I am also realizing I have a thing for people doing nice/sweet things while in the rain or while it is raining.

“I hope that in every life, you are there with me.”

“You’re beautiful, you know that right?”

Person A going all out for person B’s birthday.

“What are you doing up?” “My personal heater went away.” 

Person A kissing person B in the rain.

Person A buying person B their favorite snack just because they saw it while shopping.

Person A stealing person B’s sweater/clothes.

Having a tender moment in the early morning.

“I love you doesn’t begin to express what I feel for you.”

Person A helping person B patch up their favorite shirt/sweater/jacket.

Person A noticing person B is getting overwhelmed and helping them out.

Person A helping person B have fun at a party.

Person A and person B accidentally giving each other flowers at the same time.

Person A’s brain short circuiting at how good person B looks.

“I wouldn’t trade you for all the stars in the sky.”

“How are you so comfy?”

Person A falling asleep on person B

Person A noticing person B is cold and giving them their coat.

Person A joining person B in the rain.

Person A telling person B a story to help them fall asleep.

Person A singing person B a song.

Doing each others hair.

[whatsupmykentuckyfriedfuckers]

If I was a english teacher I would give excerises out to the kids where they would have to think of a media they like, and write their own story with the characters and inspired the story.

I would make them write their own fanfiction

[cuubism]

some canon-verse trans Hob for the lovely @five-and-dimes who recently got top surgery! 🥳🥰 congratulations, I'm truly so happy for you, my friend. please accept this humble offering

--

“So, it actually started on a dare,” Hob says, on the day he tells Dream the story of him. Or of this part of him, anyway.

Normally, Hob gets a bit guarded the first time he tells someone he’s trans. It’s hard to predict with absolute certainty how people will react, especially ones he’s just become romantically involved with. He’s had it go poorly, to say the least, in the past.

He doesn’t feel that way with Dream. It’s not because there’s so much trust between them—they’re still new, after all. No, it’s something about Dream himself. For all his prickly and standoffish nature, being close to him feels like sinking into a warm lake, into a dark sleep where secrets and hidden wishes float up like glowing reeds to the surface. Deep, personal feelings feel safe with Dream; he cradles them in his hands and soothes them. Or that’s how it feels, when Hob is touching him.

Personification of dreams, indeed.

“A dare?” Dream echoes.

“Sort of," Hob says. "Got frustrated with people saying women should or shouldn’t do this or that or the other thing, so I decided if they felt so strongly about it I’d just be a man. Moved somewhere no one knew me, dressed differently, got stronger, practiced the sword—and that was that. No one seemed to care much, once you were at war. So long as you could swing a sword and not get yourself killed.”

“A choice, then,” Dream says. He’s listening very intently, hands folded on his knees, untouched tea on the coffee table before him.

“At first. Was only after I’d been living that way for a few decades—before and after we met—that I realized while there might be a handful of women out there living as men for the freedom of it, that they didn’t all like it. Given the choice they’d rather just be women in a more equal world. You know?”

Dream hums in understanding.

“But I didn’t want to go back,” Hob continues. “I felt like... who I'd become was the truth of me all along.”

“Identity, while not wholly immutable, is resilient against adversity and circumstance,” says Dream. “You found what your heart wanted you to be, if in a circuitous manner.”

“You seem very unbothered by it,” Hob observes, sipping his tea.

Dream frowns. “Why would I be bothered by it?”

“Dunno.” Apparently he can’t fully shake that this’ll put a wedge in us feeling. “People sometimes are. Feel deceived, or something like that. So they say.”

“If they are deceived, it is by their own assumptions,” Dream says, with disdain. “You should be as you dream yourself, Hob. No more nor less. Put aside these petty physical trappings.”

“I do actually have to live in these ‘physical trappings’ even if you don’t, you silly thing.” He can’t help laughing. “Besides, I rather like being some kind of living creature in the world, rather than what? A ghost? Best I can do is make this body as close to how it should be as possible.”

Hob’s come to like his body, for the most part, in the form that he’s made it. He didn’t always. But he needs a body of some kind to be alive, and he likes being alive. So what he couldn’t change, he made peace with.

Besides, they have hormone treatments nowadays. Brilliant stuff. Makes it so much better.

“Anyway, now you know. I wanted you to. Since we’re together.” It’s still a marvel. Together.

“Thank you,” says Dream, with evident sincerity. “It is a privilege to be gifted your secrets.”

“Not really a secret, but I get what you mean.” He takes Dream’s hand, just to touch him, and admits, “Telling it to you is like… I don’t know. Feels like when I was younger and first admitted out loud, ‘I’m a man. I want to stay like this.’”

It hasn’t been a proper secret in a very long time. But giving it to Dream is like the freedom of releasing a held breath, even so.

“I am the harbor and cradle of dreams,” Dream says in reply. He traces his fingers over Hob’s. Does Dream’s strange form just spring from the ether? Hob wonders. Or does he have to choose it? The way Hob chose his? “Dreams of being and becoming… these are most precious for they grow from tough soil. I can only protect them, I cannot create them. You must do that. And I expect that were I to find you in the Dreaming, there would be a fantastic garden there, indeed.”

Dream himself is the most fantastical thing. “Well, darling, just know your work is appreciated.”

Dream’s lips tip up in a tiny smile. When he meets Hob’s gaze again, his eyes have gone dark and starry. He folds Hob into a hug, and—

oh, it’s like being hugged by the universe itself.

Hob feels the light breeze of a warm dark night, when he’d lain by the dying fire in a war camp in the French countryside, and looked up at a million stars and first whispered to himself what if this is really who I am? Dream is that breeze and those stars. The dying embers that had lit him as he’d run his hands over his body and felt it differently than he ever had before, and been terrified because what would it mean?—but also thrilled and alive. Dream is the night wrapping around him in that moment, the night that was listening to his dreams no matter how quietly he admitted them, Dream is that and more and the voice in his heart telling him it would be okay.

A younger, more uncertain Hob would have needed this. Hob now is older, and he already knows who he is and what he wants, but he falls into Dream’s embrace all the same. A tear slips from his eye, and Dream kisses his cheek, wiping the tear away with his tongue before leaning their heads together.

“I could craft you any body you wanted in the Dreaming,” he says lowly. “However I think the one you have made with your own hands is more remarkable.”

Oh, God, he’s going to tear up again. “Dream, you are the most beautiful, wonderful thing.”

Dream hums in pleasure at the words, and lets Hob hold him close, lets him cradle his head to his chest, a dream kept close to his heart. One that he knew as soon as he saw it walk into the White Horse. Sooner even than he truly knew himself.

Then Dream looks up at him with a hopeful expression. “With these truths revealed, are we able to be intimate?”

Hob laughs so hard he has to tip his head back against the couch. “Wow. One track mind with you, isn’t it? I spill my heart and that’s what I get?”

Dream grumbles, tucking his face in against Hob’s neck to press his lips to Hob’s throat. “I find myself impatient of late.”

“Knew all along you were only with me for my body.” He’s grinning, though. Can’t stop.

“Well. Considering it is such a lovely one.” He plucks at Hob’s shirt buttons. Lecherous little nightmare.

It feels fucking good, though, to be desired.

“C’mere, then,” he says, and drags Dream into his lap.

Dream settles there with a purr, starts playing with Hob’s hair, but says, “I would not truly derail this moment, nor distract from your feelings if you do not wish it.”

“Oh, I wish it. You’ve no idea how much I want you right now. You’re like a prize.” He cradles Dream’s beloved face between his hands. “Stick around for long enough and you’ll get the most incredible Dream at the end of it.”

“Or at the beginning,” Dream says, and Hob’s heart swells so much to hear him voice that that he has to kiss him.

When he does, Dream makes a low, pleased sound, settling deeper in his lap. Yes, this moment, this life, is certainly the prize for all of those years hanging onto those dreams:

the dream of his lover

and the one of himself.

[starlightiing]

🤎 landoscah?

🤎 multiple kisses / kisses all over / kiss after kiss - Landoscar

Hi anon! Sorry to make you wait overnight for this one. I hope you enjoy it! <3

Lando wakes up to a flurry of affection against his neck. His eyes flutter open in a confused, groggy daze as his brain struggles to interpret his surroundings. His hotel room comes into focus, followed by the quiet sound of the television that he had forgotten to turn off before he passed out last night.

The final thing he registers is the warmth of soft kisses trailing along his jaw and down his neck. Huh.

"Mm, Osc?" he mumbles softly, as his consciousness begins to catch up with his waking brain. "That you?"

"Good morning." Oscar says in response, and his voice is barely above a whisper. Lando feels Oscar's lips moving against his neck as he speaks, and a quiet whimper is held at the back of his throat. "Did I wake you up?"

"Don't think so." Lando replies, turning his head slightly to look over at Oscar. The warm kisses have ceased, and Oscar is now laying with his head propped up on his arm as he looks up at Lando. There's a soft smile that curls the edges of his lips ever so slightly, but it's enough to get Lando's heartbeat running a tick faster. "But don't think I didn't feel you eating me up like I was breakfast."

Oscar laughs at that, something breathy and sweet that makes Lando's skin tighten with goosebumps all up his arms and around the back of his neck. "I would hardly define my affections as 'eating you up' but, I suppose you've caught me red-handed."

"You're damn right I have. And straight to prison with you, then. Any last words?"

Oscar grins up at him, his eyes full of light and love, and Lando can't help thinking that this man beside him is the most precious and treasured thing in the expanse of the universe.

"Yes, actually. I'm guilty as charged and hold no remorse for my crimes. Also, I will commit them again."

Oscar's lips are back on Lando's neck before Lando can even register the looming threat in his declaration. Instinctively, he tilts his head back to allow Oscar better access - and that whimper he had held back so expertly earlier comes parading out between his lips.

"Not faaaair," Lando whines, feeling the flicker of his pulse beat against the press of Oscar's lips, "You're a dirty criminal with dirty tricks. This is cheat-"

Lando's words are cut off as Oscar's gentle kisses change direction. Suddenly, instead of the warm barrage against his neck, Oscar's lips are pressed fervently against his own. Lando's voice trails off into a hum of surprise, but he reaches up to cup Oscar's face within both of his hands and he kisses back like his life depends on it.

And for all he's concerned, it absolutely does.

[fantasylandblues]

pov: you're in my modern hotd universe and you just opened your tumblr dash

based on viral textposts- part two!

[snailtrain]

actually E2 for Desmond and Altair too

ehehehehehehe

this is a fill for this meme

[yandereunsolved]

Daenerys targaryen is not ready for the kind of devotion and my freak at all, i am crazy about her and no one else can take her place in the asoiaf world

Oberyn would 100% apreciate my freak and the things we would do on those dornish quarters would be unholy

I thank you for your service in being a freak for both Danny and Oberyn.

[spiderman2-99]

✨:happy-Gabriella

[06.12.2022, TRN-1042]

“Papa. Papaaaa!”

“Hmrgh.”

“¡Vamos! It’s almost noon!”

“HwuAGH?!”

Miguel blearily opens his eyes and is promptly assaulted with, as promised, the bright mid-day sun. And then is physically assaulted by about 100 pounds of over-excited ten year old girl clambering on his bed to wake him up.

“I’m awake, I’m awake,” he says frantically, voice still rough around the edges from the vestiges of sleep, as he futilely wrestles with his daughter in an effort to stop her from turning him into a shaken-up pop bottle. Christ alive, he feels like it already.

  Only once he harmlessly pins Gabriella down so she’s sprawled on her back, himself half leaning over her, does she finally concede, her face ruddy from laughing. How the shock kids can have this much energy is beyond him.

(Then again, it is noon, and he was out all night. So.)

Miguel leans back up when he’s certain she won’t try any funny business again, slowly, like she’s a particularly ferocious little velociraptor.

“You were snoring again,” she states as she sits up beside him, brushing imaginary dust off her shirt.

Though his brain is still trying to boot up, he manages to scoff in mock indignation. “I do not snore-“

“Uh, yes you do. It’s like- HOOOOOONK- SHUUUUUUUUUU”

“-and I certainly don’t sound like that.”

“Yes you doooo- no, wait, actually, it's louder, like,” she throws herself back on the bed for emphasis, “BWAAAAAAAAAA-“

“Alright, missy, now you’re just exaggerating. I don’t always sound like that.” Even with the faux irritation, he can’t help but huff out a short chuckle.

“Noooo,” she drawls, leaning up on her arms. “you only sound like a chainsaw when you stay up all night.”

Miguel winces. After he’d replaced his alternate, he still kept up the mantle of Spider-Man, even though the other Miguel wasn’t spiderman; and that universe, that New York, wasn’t his to protect. Oh, and it was about 70 years behind his native 928. Old habits die hard, even for the most skilled of usurpers.

"Yeah, I do. I just... had a lot of work," he finally concedes, ruffling her hair, making her squawk.

The amount of times she’d caught him sneaking back late and beaten were too much for his own liking— to writ, only four, but still four too many. She doesn’t deserve to be dragged into his shit. Though today wasn’t one of those days, he was still so worn-out that he missed the whole morning with his daughter. He forces a smile, a poor attempt at hiding the complicated feelings stirring in his chest.

"You know how that goes. But don't worry, I’ll make sure to go to bed early tonight. So I wouldn't... y'know. Snore."

She pouts a bit. “You always say that. it's always work and you can't talk about it.”

Ouch.

“You know, if I had a super duper cool secret government job," oh, right, that was the excuse he pulled out of his ass, “everyone would know about it. And I mean everyone.”

"You don't even know what I do for a living," he states, "How do you know it's as cool as you think it is?"

“BecauuuuuuseUH! It’s with the Pentagon! You probably see the President!”

(As far as Miguel is concerned, with the hellhole that this universe’s politics are currently in, he’d rather stick a lit cigarette in his eyeball than meet the President. But that’s neither here nor there.)

“Maybe you stopped World War Three! Maybe you went behind the great firewall of China! Maybe you found the cure for cancer or found aliens and the world will never KNOOOOW,” she continues, throwing her arms out for dramatic flair and flopping back down hard enough to make her whole body bounce.

Miguel had completely bullshat that whole “secret government job” story, and he definitely did not anticipate the amount of implication in it for Gabi to latch onto and try to pick apart. That’s just…

Jesus. Way too much for his sleep-deprived brain.

“Maybe that’s why I’m the one working there and you’re not, princessa. You’d blab to everyone.”

She sticks her tongue out at him. Miguel can’t help but snort in spite of himself. He runs a tired hand over his face and shakes his head.

"The truth isn't as exciting as you think, I'm afraid,” he explains, “I'm like... a glorified paper-pusher, really. I get to read the boring reports and watch security footage all day. Super boring."

“Aw.” She crosses her arms in an exaggerated show of petulance.

“Yeah, ‘aw’,” he murmurs, propping his head up with his hand as he leans on his side. Without really thinking about it, he reaches out to play with the flyaway curls around Gabriella’s forehead.

After a bit of brooding, she glances back up at him. “But are there aliens in the footage?”

"No, honey, there's no aliens," he replies with a dry chuckle. "If I saw something strange on the footage, I would've told you by now."

Finally, Gabriella seems placated with this answer. If there’s anything she inherited from her father, it’s the O’Hara ability to cling onto a subject for ages.

Even if this one isn’t her real father.

“Fiiine. But promise me you’ll be on CNN first thing when it happens,” she says, holding out a pinky.

“When I end up on CNN?" Miguel raises an eyebrow. "You don't think I'm important enough already?”

Her eyes fly open. “I’m just saying-“

She scrambles to sit back up. “None of my friends can say their papa’s on the news! Or that he found aliens!”

"Well... you can tell them I work in a super secret place that I can't ever talk about. That's gotta count for something, right?”

“Yeah, but then they’re like ‘what does he do’ and I can’t even answer it!”

Miguel lets out a sardonic laugh. He should… really work on his lies.

"You don’t need to know what I do,” he chides, keeping his tone light, “it’s boring stuff, anyways. Definitely no meetings with the president or alien ambassadors.”

“Uuuggghhhhhhh.”

“And I should definitely stop letting you watch so much Discovery Channel,” he grumbles, though it lacks heat. Just add that to his list of parenting failures; failing to check if that channel is really age appropriate.

All the obsessive research in the world can’t truly make up for the fact that he barely knows how to be a father. That he’s nothing but a cuckoo in someone else’s nest.

Blessedly, his train of thought is cut short by his daughter’s voice, ever stubborn and ever hopeful. “But what if you do find aliens and you’re on there one day?”

“You’re still on that?!”

“Uh, yeah; I don’t wanna miss when you find aliens! Promise me you’ll tell all about it?”

With a soft sigh, he extends a pinky up for her to hold. She giggles and gives it a little squeeze.

"I promise you’ll be the first to know," he says, with as much conviction as he can manage for this batshit conversation. "And when I'm on TV, I'll tell you 'hi', okay?"

“Okay, papa.” The smile she gives is blinding.

“But right now,” he starts, finally getting up and swinging his legs off the bed (pointedly ignoring the way his body aches from the fights last night) “we need to get you fed.”

“I ate though!”

“What, a donut?”

The silence incriminates her immediately.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought. C’mon, let’s get actual food into you.”

Father and daughter, carefree as ever, make a late start to the day, but a good one. Life is good, even if it’s one Miguel had to steal. He has a tiny little brick house in residential Manhattan, he has a beautiful little girl, and the most pressing concerns are making sure he manages to bullshit his way into being a good parent— no multiversal tragedies. Not yet.

Not yet.

[seangelfish]

i'm requesting for the enstars flower prompts! i'd like to request madara with coriander, forget me not, peony, and pansy! thank you so much ^^

A/N: The max prompts is 3, but since I didn't get that many requests this time round, I will write all 4 for you~

Madara Mikejima

🌼 coriander: what do they love the most about their s/o, both physical and personality-wise?

– Physically, Madara loves all of you! He cannot pick a favourite since every part of you makes you you. He appreciates every part of you and loves every part of you equally. If you don't, then he'll make sure to bring attention to all the areas you're insecure about.

"(Y/N), you're beautiful here... here... annnd here!"

– Personality-wise, Madara loves it when you're quiet or a person who gets easily embarrassed because he finds it somewhat cute. Madara is a loud, extroverted person so he could be your voice, and he loves being helpful to you. But if you're not a person that's like that, then he loves how confident you are too, and how brave and strong-willed you can be!

🌼 forget-me-nots: what do they do to get their s/o’s attention?

– Madara is a guy who would do anything and everything to get your attention. This includes simple acts such as frantically waving at you from across the hall or through a crowd, yelling out your name, or just simply calling or texting you to look up.

– However, when you're busy and Madara wants your attention, he'll calmly ask for it. He doesn't want to be a bother after all. If you reject him, he won't be too upset either because he knows that you don't mean it. He'll wait patiently for you!

🌼 pansy: who likes to tease their s/o the most? how do they react to being teased?

– Madara would tease you more than you would tease him. He just adores his lover sooo much! He's a guy who would like to rile his partner up just so he could see their cute, flustered face.

– But he does like it when you do tease him back especially if you're not one to tease him often. It does surprise him when you start making flirty jokes, and at this point, he's the one who gets flustered.

"Haha, doesn't my boyfriend look good today?" you teased as you began fiddling with his outfit. "This looks good on you... you should wear it more often."

"R-Really?" he asked nervously, a pink hue appearing on his cheeks. "M-Maybe I should... just for you!"

🌼 peony: how do they get their s/o to blush? how does their s/o make them blush?

– Anything Madara does is blush-worthy, but what makes you blush the most is when he brings your hand to his lips and kisses it gently. It's a simple act of love, but you can see the adoration in his eyes when he looks back up at you with that usual, handsome smile of his.

– A surprise kiss on the cheek would make him instantly blush because he would not expect it. Of course, you do give him kisses here and there, but at work when he knows you like being professional, he can't help but blush when you go on your tiptoes to kiss him.

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