#sorry about how long this took! been super busy with work and school lately :(

[nineteen-rats]

im not sure if you're still in an art slump but your art is just so amazing I would just love to see a ttag Halt

Remember to drink water!

sometimes you just gotta stop and look main-characterly off into the sunset

[z0mbiekisses]

Another request QUEEN!! I loved loved loved the Josh fic it was amazing and has me coming back for more! First of all though, how are you? I realised we haven't talked much before lol. Anyways, my amazing spectacular request!!

RAB Tyler who is best friends/hiding his feelings with the reader. She's someone who works super hard, gets good grades and almost drives herself insane with all the extra curriculars she does yet still doesn't feel good enough. After having a stressful day she stops by his house feeling worthless and he comforts her, refusing to let her believe she's not amazing.

Thanks bestie!

AHHH THANK YOU BFF!!!🤗🤗 thank you so much for requesting more, you’re always welcomed i LOVE your ideas . i did kind of write this in a highschool setting 😣😣.

i’m okayy, very tiredd BUT we’ll push on through (hehe)💪 TYSM FOR ASKING, how are you??😁 it’s always nice to hear from you 🫶

thank you guys so much for ur recent support!! it means smmm, sorry this took so long and it’s short, i have some more things in the drafts that hopefully make up for it 🫶 requests are opened !!🩶

THIS IS ME TRYING !

i always did my best. in school, life, everything. i needed to get into college, i NEEDED to get out of my house. however, college isn’t cheap. and i don’t exactly have the best support system, so it’s up to me. i’m in film club, national honors society and student council. i spend whatever free time studying or at my best friend, tyler’s house. it’s overwhelming, but i didn’t have many options. if i wanted to get into a good school and start living my life the way I want to, this had to be done. but today was rough, i spent all of last night finishing my college essay just to go to school bright and early the next day. i was so exhausted, but what else was new. except i had a test in my first two classes, a presentation for national honors society. and i had to stay late for a student council meeting.

i was used to the stress, however today was just awful. every little thing that could go wrong went wrong. i was late to school because my car broke down, which meant i missed taking the test. i tried to beg my teacher to still let me take it but he only said he'll think about letting me make it up. i NEEDED to take this test, it was a huge part of my grade. it wasn't fair. i gave my presentation for NHS, which went fine. except everyone's presentations were WAY better than mine was. it was obvious the amount of effort and time they spent on it, sure i put effort into mines. i was just missing the time, since i stayed up all night wednesday putting it together. i felt like an idiot. i sat alone at lunch, i only shared my lunch period with one of my friends. but she was busy hanging with her boyfriend. i ended up skipping and just spending the time volunteering at the library. the more hours the better. the day seemed to drag on, especially since i had to stay later. like most if not all the other kids who did student council, we were only doing it for our college applications. i didn't get along well with the other kids. not in the way where we would fight or anything. they were all just so pretentious and snobby. they would always undermind me, as if i could never be an intellectual individual like them. i spent the whole 4 hours i had to stay there wanting to stick my face in a hot pan of oil. when it was all FINALLY over, i sat in my car for a minute. i felt so.. worthless. everything i did didn't feel like enough, maybe it wasn't enough. what's the point of doing all these things if i wasn't even good at any of it? it wasn't long before tears filled my eyes. but i watched as the other kids from student council walked over to their fancy cars. and i realized the last thing i needed was for them to see me crying in car that probably should've been in a junkyard AGES ago. i didn't want to go home, my parents would only make me feel worse. i called tyler and asked if i could come over. he said yes and with that i drove over to his house in silence. my thoughts racing through my head were the only things i could hear. i will never be good enough. for anyone, for anything. what is the point in even trying?

eventually i knocked on tyler's door. to which he answered with a smile. it was a struggle for me to return one back. i didn't say anything at first, tyler was telling me about some story about him and josh. i couldn't focus though, my head was spinning. tyler noticed, he reached out and touched my shoulder lightly. "what's going on y/n?", tyler spoke softly. i tried to shrug it off, but tyler was more stubborn than i was.

"i know you're not okay, what's up?", tyler looked over at me softly. i wanted to tell him not to worry about it. my problems were stupid anyways. but i knew tyler wasn't one to let these kind of things go.

"what is the point of trying if i'll never be good enough.."

"trying to do what?"

"everything.", i let out a sigh.

"all i do is try, try, try. and yet i always fall short every single time i mean- it's exhausting.", as much as i tried to fight it tears fell from my eyes.

"i'm not good enough i-"

"y/n please.", tyler reached out and held my hand.

"you are more than amazing. you are the most hard working, driven person i know."

"you have to say that-"

"i mean it.", my cloudy eyes met tyler's brown ones.

"i think you're more than enough, you have such amazing things ahead of you. and that's all because of your dedication. i'm so proud of you.", i practically fell into tyler's arms. he rubbed my back as he spoke over my muffled sobs.

"you're so perfect to me y/n, i admire you.", those word silenced the negative thoughts pounding in my head. tyler's arms made me feel safe. i finally felt okay. i always knew tyler had a way with words thanks to his music. but this was so much better than that. i finally felt like i was enough.

“look at me y/n.”, i hesitated for a moment before i lifted my head up. this was the closest we’ve ever been, our inches only inches away from each other.

“i think you’re so lovely.”, my cheeks flushed a little bit. tyler’s compliment making my heart skip a beat.

“as long as you think so.”

[goggles-mcgee]

Hi! I hope you’re doing well! Do you have any head canons about your felinette stories (Moving on, finding home; The haunted Bride, The not-so phantom…) and Marinette, the Rolling Stone? I love all of your stories, specially daminette 😈

Hi! Of course I do! But since you're grouping them for the Felinette, I will focus these headcanons on the felinette aspects a bit! Also I am so sorry for the very late reply. Motivation has been very low 😔

Moving On, Finding Home:

•As Marinette starts to work with Amelie, Amelie decided they should go out for lunch along with Felix, but when they got to the cafe she suddenly had some business to take care of and rushed off. Felix took this as an opportunity to really talk to Marinette and apologize for his behavior last time he was in Paris.

•At first she's skeptical but as he went into detail about why he did it, she feels for him. He told her about the loss of his father and that he knew it wasn't an excuse but he had been hurt and angry. Especially at Adrien and his Uncle. He was surprised when she didn't immediately jump to Adrien’s defense.

•Since he was so willing to be vulnerable and he seemed genuine in wanting to start over with her, Marinette told him everything that had happened at school. At first she had just wanted to explain that her and Adrien weren't friends anymore but once she started talking she couldn't stop.

•After this talk, things work a lot smoother, and Felix actually tags along with his mother when she goes to meet Marinette. Somehow them having lunch became a routine as well, but neither teen complains.

•Amelie adores Marinette and has a hard time not spoiling the girl but she can't help that her love language is gift giving and look...if Marinette is going to be taking on as big a project as she is then of course she needs a new design desk...and tablet since her old one had a chip on the corner...and a new mattress because her little designer needs the best sleep to dream up wonderful designs!

•Felix does try to reign her in, but it's hopeless.

•Tom and Amelie are two peas in a protective-parent-pod. They love talking to each other about their respective child and all they do in the name of that love, like the time Tom threw Marinette’s birthday cake in the trash several times in a panic because he didn't want to spoil the surprise. Tom and Amelie basically become bestie with a fond Sabine watching over.

•Amelie being a Petty Betty and allowing paparazzi to take pictures of her, Felix and Marinette when they are out together (with permission, of course) all so she could show off how cute Felix and Marinette are together but also to rub it in the face of her brother-in-law that she nabbed the very talented designer before him.

•Felix does become the new Chat Noir, but he changes his name to Grimalkin and Adrien, who starts not-so-vague posting on his Chat Noir account on social media that the name sucks and nitpicks about everything of the new Cat Hero.

•The class start to think the reason Marinette has "changed" so much is because of Felix, and they start trying to include her in things again in an attempt to lure her away from the "problem" Lila hates this and tries to intervene but it never works out for her.

•Gabriel is having a rough month, what with Lila Rossi being herself, the Dupain-Cheng girl getting snatched up by his dreadful sister-in-law right before he was going to open an early-experience type of internship so he could keep her close and figure out how to akumatize her but also she did have great talent and it would be a waste if he let her slip through his fingers, then Adrien reveals he and Mlle Dupain-Cheng aren't on speaking terms and to top it all off!!! There is a new cat hero who is actually competent, and that is making being a super villain very hard.

The Haunted Bride:

•Marinette had for as long as she remembers, been obsessed with the Culpa Mansion. Her parents thought it was cute and funny at first, but when she still spoke about it and even spoke about details, she couldn't have possibly known, but when she overheard her parents talking about taking her to a professional or something she stopped talking so in depth about it.

•But she dreamt of it almost every night and keeps a dream journal where she drew a lot of things from her dreams. She has it locked and hidden because she fears if anyone found it, they would think she was crazy, especially her parents.

•Hawkmoth is defeated and in jail, but Adrien did somehow get through it all without being suspected of aiding his father. Nathalie is the one taking care of Adrien since Gabriel took the fall for everything.

•Marinette as Ladybug, decided against Ladybug and Chat Noir revealing their identities to each other. Something just told her not too but she did promise that if Chat found her, she would let him know. Her and Adrien dating kind of happened out of nowhere to her, but then he kept making cat puns here and there, and well Marinette came to the conclusion he was Chat and hat found her. So she made her own subtle references.

•Adrien does not know that she is Ladybug, but she thinks he does. He just started dating her because she reminded him of Ladybug, and while he did start to like her, he was still very much in "love" with Ladybug.

•Marinette starts to realize he actually doesn't know who she is, and it kind of opens her eyes to how he tries to manipulate her. She doesn't think he is doing it maliciously or anything, but she can see how much he values the class and keeping things happy, and she sees that he's doing it kind of subconsciously so he can keep his perceived normal and happiness. It's why he never breaks the peace, even if it's the right thing to do.

•When she wins the trip to the Mansion, Marinette actually exchanges letters with the owner of the Mansion, who happens to be her age, and she thinks that's cool. They become pen-pals and friends, and Marinette is just so happy to get to rant to someone just as obsessed with the mansion as much as her.

•When she and her class go to the mansion, she is already trying to break up with Adrien but that's kind of hard to do when he won't spend any time alone with her like a boyfriend should. She finds out that Lila is the one manipulating him in hopes that he would be charmed by her and fall for her. The girl squad (some of them) are helping her.

•Marinette is almost always somehow left alone, and during those times, she meets with Felix, and they just have a fun time hanging out, and Marinette finds herself falling for him. She only ever meets him at night though but it's when she's with him that she feels the happiest and most clear headed. He keeps her grounded.

•But while staying in the mansion, her dreams come back in such vividity that she starts having trouble determining what reality is and what is a dream.

The Not-So Phantom of the Théâtre du Châtelet:

•Felix is not scarred, nor does he live underneath the theater. The Phantom is a character he plays to manipulate and scare those who seek to hurt the theater and the owner, his mother. He doesn't mind the rumor. He plays into it in the name of protecting his mother and the theater she loves. He also does not care nor mind hurting others to do so.

•He works as a permanent stage hand and sometimes a stage manager since he knows the theater better than anyone. Yes, he did build hidden trap doors and such to help with his time as the Phantom.

•But what started as him protecting his mother and their theater kind of morphed into punishing those he thinks deserves it and if you're thinking his mother would not approve of this or not know what her son is doing, nah. She knows and supports her troubled little man.

•When he first meets Marinette, he immediately realizes what potential she has and is charmed by her almost immediately. They become friends as costume designer and stage hand. But when he sees the treatment of her from her ex-boyfriend and the lead actress, he will do anything to protect her.

•Marinette didn't believe in the Phantom until all these strange events started happening, and she keeps getting roses left in her workshop. She doesn't know how she feels about everything and thinks that makes her an awful person.

•She does have a crush on Felix, and they connect so well, but she also can't help but be drawn to the Phantom when they keep having encounters.

Marinette The Rolling-Stone:

•Marinette meets Felix after her big move to London when she goes to her new private school. Yes, Jagged and Penny enrolled her in a private academy because they feared what people would do if she were in a public school, given all that happened and what was televised.

•It's a school that allows her to work from home sometimes. The excuse that was given was that it was due to her adopted father's work schedule, but in actuality, it was because Marinette told Jagged and Penny about being Ladybug and the Guardian and they agreed she could home-school on days she needed to be in Paris.

•She got adopted into the Quantic Kids group by surprisingly Felix. He just felt like she needed friends, and she reminded him of himself before he became friends with his friends.

•It takes a while for her to trust them, but when she does, she cries over how much happier she is. When she starts getting feelings for Felix she's scared but Jagged and Penny help her through it.

•Felix doesn't know when he fell for Marinette, but contrary to what his friends think, he didn't freak out or get angry or anything like that. To him, it made sense, she made sense...they made sense. So no, he isn't scared of his feelings and is more than determined to prove himself to Marinette.

•Her friends find out she is Ladybug and convince her to let them help. Of course, she doesn't want to, but things are getting worse, and she needs people she can trust. Jagged and Penny are also there to help as well.

•Felix, of course, becomes the new Cat Miraculous Holder and becomes known as Carbonel!

[spicymaruchancontajin]

Tom kaulitz x reader

ok I’m finally being able to work on this sorry it took me so long it was my birthday and I was busy 😭

p.s i put in that you have glossy red lipstick it important for the story sorry it can be anything shade of red 👍

update: i fixed some stuff lmk if I’m missing anything

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It was right after your concert and you had to go to a fancy party right after but fans crowded you as you went to say hi. You got ready as fast as you could as the cosmetics lady’s doll you up. You put on a (color) dress and shiny (color) high heels. You and your band where so late you practically ran to the party. “Jesus Christ there was so many people”

You sighed exhaustedly. Your band was in a limo driving to the party bacicly speeding to get there in time. “I liked it but everyone was so pushy “can I get your number” “ Leave your girlfriend for me”” Rein mocked his fans as the rest of the band laughed. “Oh god lets just hope they don’t follow us”. You finally arrive as cameras flashing as your car pulled up to the stairs. You and your band are practically blinded by the light as you pretend like you where just in a rush. People yelled at you for interviews or to look at their camera the only thing you could think is how ANOYING. Finally your inside your eyes getting their break from being blinded by a dozen cameras in your face. People chatting and drinking or sitting around how boring but you had to be there. You leave your band and go get a drink and something small to eat. Just as you grab the drink something or someone catches your eye. He was wearing baggy jeans and a overly sized t shirt. What the fuck how unfair you could be wearing some like that I mean everyone else was dressed for the occasion what the hell happened to him. You didn’t mind it that much and just left for the snack table. “I like these ones better” his thick accent hits your ears as you had reached for something. You look over your eyes scanning him, it was the same guy with oversized jeans and t-shirt. He grabbed the small snack eating it as he checked you out. “ mmm” you hummed as you reached over grabbing the food and popping it into your mouth with out a thought. “ Dam these are good” “I told you” you continue to eat with him fighting over who gets more. He had gotten the last one and threw it into his mouth. “Whatever” you say with a smile as he just smirks chewing. “So what do you do anyway” his voice drowning out everything else “well I’m [singer, drummer, etc] in [band name]” he nodded in acknowledgement “what about you” “I’m a guitarists in Tokio hotel” “Oooo you big?” “in both ways yeah” his was voice smug and confident. You did get it a first but eventually resized what he said. “*gasp*ohh not like that” you looked at him as he laughed his eyes going to the floor. “What about you?” He chuckled “umm we are big but not super big you know” “oh ok” there was a bit of nervous silence between you after that question. “You from around here?” “No I’m from Germany you” “Oooo cuteee I’m from [where your from]” “ahh how nice” “yeah” you look around the room a see your band members calling you over frantically as if to meet some on “oh shit I gota go” “oh… how about I get your number?” “Oh yeah hold on” you grab a pen and napkin from the table and write your number and your name but before you give it to him you kiss the napkin leaving a glossy red lip print. You hand it over and wink before rushing over to your members smiling. You didn’t even know if he was into you like that but why not take the chance. He had put it in his wallet anyway taking out veras other numbers and leave them stranded on table just to have yours only plus you got to meet lady Gaga.

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help free me from school guys 😭 I have been so busy I’m so sorry this took so long I’ll try not to take long next time 😭

anyway hope you like it and tell me if there is any errors or anything like that and I finally figured out how to do the keep reading thing 😍

Maru out 💋

[badbatchposts]

🎱 🍓 🌵🔪🪲. I reblogged the ask game from you, so I wanted to be courteous and send you an ask! I'm honestly curious about these.

Thanks for the ask, friend! It's really nice to be able to reflect on some of these things!! Sorry in advance for the super long responses lol.

🎱 ⇢ post your AO3 total stats:

Works: 2

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I honestly have no sense of how these stats compare for the usual fanfic writer, but it makes me happy to see how many people have subscribed to my longfic, especially since I don't always get a ton of comments on new chapters. But it seems people are reading! And definitely more people than read my dissertation, lol.

🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction? 

I used to write a lot of original work in high school and early college, but then as things got busy--and as I convinced myself my writing wasn't good enough to be worth it--I largely stopped. I always felt guilty about it. I really enjoyed writing, but didn't think I was creative enough or had the right amount of stamina that it took to complete a long work, and I had this perfectionist idea where it felt like it wasn't worth doing if I couldn't be the best at it.

Then right as the new Bad Batch season came out this year I was struggling a lot with burnout and found that I was spending a lot of time thinking about the show, and decided that I might as well start reading some fanfiction--for the first time ever--and felt like writing it would be a nice creative outlet that might help me recover from my burnout. It really has been great, and some of what's made it so good is actually exactly the sort of things that used to make me think writing fanfiction wasn't worth it. Namely: it's not professionally publishable.

That is, legally, I will never be able to professionally publish and profit from any of what I write--it can only be posted and enjoyed. This actually just took so much of the pressure off. It doesn't have to be perfect--it doesn't even have to be very good, because that's not what it's for.

I started thinking of it more as an exercise for working on my writing skills (things like, okay, in this chapter I'm going to practice writing dialogue, or in this next one I'm going to work more on establishing an interesting setting). As a result, I'm now thinking more about the writing process and improving my storytelling, rather than worrying about trying to make it perfect or good enough to publish or feeling competitive or down on myself when I encounter writing that I feel is much better than my own. It's been really freeing.

All of this happened over ten years since I stopped writing in college, and the other great thing has been seeing that my writing skills didn't disappear. In fact, they've gotten better and grown as a result of the learning I did in the meantime. I'm now much better at envisioning narrative arcs, outlining, getting myself to write consistently instead of just waiting for inspiration to strike me, and a whole load of other skills. It's really helped soothe a part of me that worried that I had abandoned writing, that it was too late for me to "do" anything with it, or that I only would have gotten worse.

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Parasailing in Rio de Janeiro with a Caipirinha in Your Hand

🔪 ⇢ what's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

I've been spending a lot of time researching historical kitchens on sailing ships and historical brothels for the Pirate AU that I'm working on. Once for an academic paper I was working on a novel that depicts a (non-sexual) human-animal relationship but through very intimate and erotic terms, and I accidentally googled a combination of terms that came back with information on bestiality while on my university's wi-fi.

🪲 ⇢ add 50 words to your current wip and share the paragraph here

The most recent thing I wrote for my Pirate AU (I'm skipping ahead SEVERAL chapters to inspire myself with the steamy bits haha)

“I hardly think I can get into much trouble here. Your crew have been perfect gentlemen.”

Hunter’s eyes glinted in the half-light of the lamps. Though he didn’t move, all of a sudden she was all-too-aware of how close he was, how easy it would be for him to reach out and touch her. “And what about me?” he murmured. “Haven’t you heard from the ladies in port? I’m a scoundrel. A very dangerous man. Maybe you ought to be afraid of me.”

Thanks again, this was a lot of fun!!

[kamirai-k]

loving your works so much! may i know if we will see more spicy stuff between them and yeonwoo's jealousy side? im very interested to know yeonwoo's pov whenever he is thinking about haesol :>

Oh my goodness Hi Hi!!!

Thank you thank you thank you!

I am so happy every time I get an ask!!

Send me more please I'll be sure to reply 🙏 🙏 🙏

I'm so sorry it took me so long to reply to this one 🥲

I've been so busy lately with school and college has been a lot of work and I've been getting so tired lately but thank you so much for this ask it really made my day!! When I checked my Tumblr mailbox after like forever to find this ask I actually screamed thank you thank you!

Answering your ask:

Oh. My. God!

I have so many headcanons about jealous Yeonwoo he is just such an interesting character to write whenever he gets jealous!

For me I have two headcanon's about him when he gets jealous the first one (and honestly the more fun of the two in my opinion but that's just because I love drama) is that he gets super clingy and when I say clingy I don't mean like all "Haesol hold me how could you leave me for so long."

NO! I mean like he gets angry clingy!

Like when they're married and their relationship has solidified his clinginess is going to be more like, if he sees someone eyeing Haesol and if he sees someone trying to hit on Haesol he is immediately going to go towards her cling to her arm and hold on to her so tight that she's going to automatically know that they need to get out of wherever they are because Yeonwoo is pissed. (Isn't that so cute the wolf scared of the bunny!)

I love headcanoning Yeonwoo as the clingy angry jealous type because his jealousy is so cute!

Think about it!

Yeonwoo is sitting at there restaurant table waiting for her, the door opens and there Haesol is looking as beautiful as always in a stylish outfit of dress pants and a very well made dress shirt, jewelry that accentuates her already stunning beauty and she even wore heels! Yeonwoo's already turned on flattery remarks to 100 and he's ready to praise her beauty to the high heavens when she pulls him in for a hug.

Then Haesol sees him and Yeonwoo sees the way her eyes light up even though her face is as stoic as usual He's practically jumping out of his seat to keep himself from running towards his beautiful spouse!

But then gasp! He sees her coming only for her to be interrupted by some random person and he's forced to watch as Haesol has to pause and talk to this person out of politeness when she should only be focused on him! This is there day. There time together after they've been apart because Haesol has been on a business trip!

Yeonwoo cant stand for this!

In a rare fit of anger he puffs his cheeks up steam is coming out of his ears his face is red with anger and he disregards all normal conventions when out in public (because remember normally Yeonwoo is very particular and very aware of how other people see him and the world around him) so him walks up to a surprised Haesol visibly pouty and mad as he pulls her away from whoever is trying to talk to her. He tops it off with a glare towards the person who disturbed there passionate staring contest with a look so icy on such a cute face the poor guy is flushed with embarrassment!

Haesol has no clue and is just busy focusing on her beauty and cuter then ever husband as he clings to her arm and disregards all social norms about PDA just to show everyone that Kang Haesol is taken thank you very much!!!

Aauughhh it is just such a fun thing to think about.

There's that headcanon and then there's the second one which is probably more in line with canon and probably cuter but it's still just as fun to talk about!

The second one is that when Yeonwoo is jealous he just becomes very silent. As in it will be clear that he isn't happy because his body language is obviously down but his facial expressions are going to be surprisingly calmer than you would think.

He would see a situation where Haesol is talking to someone and they get close. Closer than usual and he will instantly feel jealous, his brows will furrow he'll have a little pouch on his face but the moment Haesol turns to look at him he schools his expression and he is surprisingly calm.

The thing is, when Haesol is finally not talking to someone anymore and they are alone he is extremely clingy.

(I think we're starting to see that I love clingy Yeonwoo)

Normally Haesol is the one who will not let Yeonwoo out of her sight when they are within a few inches of each other. But when Yeonwoo is jealous it is him who will not let Haesol out of his sight. He will constantly be showing some form of a need for physical contact whether it's holding on to the hem of her clothes or holding her hand or wrapping his arm around her in a hug. Any and anything. (Let your imagination is going wild with that one.)

He also becomes extremely willing and is literally willing to let Haesol do whatever (even in the bed room) and we already know Haesol is down bad she will take that chance while Yeonwoo is suddenly so open to physical contact even out in public!

And, when they finally talk about why he's been acting so strange recently Yeonwoo just pouts at her and he crosses his arms and he's just so adorable as he tells Kang Haesol he saw someone getting too close for comfort to her and it rubbed him the wrong way. To him going on and on and on about how people getting that close to her made him feel and how he doesn't like it when that happens and Haesol is just looking at him like he's the most beautiful thing in the world.

Safe to say Haesol also loves jealous Yeonwoo.

I need to write this!!!

Oh my God I talked so much with this one! Hehee

[causenessus]

hi loveliness ! (get it, lovely-ness and you’re loveliness) (oh my god i’m so smart) i hope you’ve eaten today !! how’s your day been? MAKE SURE U EAT i’m so so so sorry for sending this so late in the day i had SUCH a day today and also i realize my asks are getting longer and longer each time like im yapping way too much so ill try to keep this short !

TODAY i hate breakfast then i went to an aquarium with my friend! it was so nice we saw sea lions and SEA OTTERS (otters are my favourite animal) AND IT WAS SO FUN! we saw the sea lions do tricks and the otters were so cute holding the rocks and it was so so so cute overload omg then i went to go have hotpot with my family and my uncle! it was nice to catch up and the food was so yummy we had flan after

ALSO I WAS GIGGLING SO MUCH AT YOUR WORK STORY LIKE i wasn’t laughing that you got yelled at bcuz that was uncool and uncalled for but the way it was formatted with the dialogue was so funny i was like giggling in bed reading it LOL but i will literally hunt down that family because you’re just a girl doing your job like !! lay off !! but i hope you’re okay love you didn’t deserve that and like genuinely some people need to learn how to be decent human beings sometimes because that’s actually CRAZY

BUT I LOVE UR STORY TIMES !!! SO YAP ALL U WANT I WILL READ IT ALL THOROUGHLY !! and once i get back home and back to work i will 100% yap because retail makes my head THROB genuinely throb

also tell me more about your knee omg?? what happened I HOPE YOURE OKAY AND make sure you don’t overwork yourself on your new smaus!! take breaks and always prioritize yourself over anything, i hope work was better than yesterday !! if not i will PERSONALLY fly over to your state and be like your guard dog at work (LOL THATS CRAZY SORRY) but i genuinely hope today went better! i hope you ate too and took care of yourself, always always take care of yourself i will say it infinity times to make sure it’s engraved into your head xoxoxo

LOVELINESS :( i will literally cry THAT IS SO CUTE AND YOU ARE A GENIUS!!!! HELLO MY LOVE <3

PLEASE NEVER WORRY ABOUT YOUR ASKS BEING LONG!!! DO NOT SHORTEN YOURSELF PLEASE YAP AS MUCH AS YOU WANT <3 (i'm going to start putting my answers under cuts so people don't have to fight trying to scroll past my yapping 😭 BUT DW!! TALK AS MUCH AS YOU WANT <3 AND THANK YOU FOR YOUR OTHER ASK TOO!!)

AND ALSO DON'T APOLOGIZE FOR SENDING THIS LATE IN THE DAY!! and i was so unmotivated when i got home from work today to make something for dinner 😭 bc i needed to shower AND i had school earlier in the day and it was 9:30 so i'd be eating a meal at like 10 pm BUT I DID JUST FOR U <33 (and i MEAN THAT!! I AM SO THANKFUL FOR ALL YOUR REMINDERS TO EAT :( YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH IT REALLY MEANS TO ME <3 AND THANK YOU AGAIN FOR YOUR OTHER ASK AND FOR SENDING ONE IN DESPITE YOUR BUSY DAY WITH THE REMINDER TO EAT <3 I LITERALLY LOVE YOU SO SO SO MUCH) last night my dinner was literally a bagel with almond butter 💀 which I FEEL LIKE wasn't the worst "meal" but definitely not the best <3

AAAAAAAAAA THE AQUARIUM!!!!!!!!!! THAT SOUNDS SO CUTE AND FUN OMG I LOVE SEA LIONS TOO AND THEM BEING YOUR FAV ANIMAL LITERALLY MAKES THEM 10000X CUTER :(((( I HOPE YOU HAD TONS OF FUN!! AND OMG HOTPOT please i want hotpot so bad hold on thank you for reminding me that hot pot exists the MOMENT WE HAVE WEATHER IN THE 60S I'M GETTING HOT POT and i'm glad you could catch up with your family!! that's always fun <3 and FLAN!!!! YOU'RE LIVING THE DREAM AS ALWAYS AND I'M SO HAPPY FOR YOU!!

and i'm glad you enjoyed my story time LMAOOO I READ IT BACK JUST NOW AND THERE WERE SO MANY GRAMMATICAL MISTAKES MB IT'S ALMOST MIDNIGHT RN SO I'M SURE MY ENGLISH IS NOT SUPER HOT RN EITHER 😭 today i worked again and i literally only got ONE thing done 😭 but it's bc it was a really big order and i lowkey drilled into my finger but it's okay!!!!! 🤠 KNOWING YOU WORK IN RETAIL AGAIN AND WORK THOSE GRUELING OPENING SHIFTS AND DOUBLES ALWAYS GIVES ME THE STRENGTH TO KEEP GOING (but i was soo sleepy today too i was genuinely going to walk up to my coworker and be like "bro. can i please just nap on the floor." BUT WE POWERED THROUGH!!) AND I LOVE YOUR STORY TIMES TOO!! PLEASE SHARE ALL YOU WANT I WILL ALWAYS READ THROUGH IT TOO <3

IF YOU WERE MY GUARD DOG AT WORK I'D CRY /POS <3 I'D FEEL SO SAFE AND HAPPY!! (maybe u should fly here anyway!!! xxx) but DW MY KNEES ARE OKAY LMAO basically i got sent to clean a loft with some people today and because i'm literally a monkey from my tech days i climbed like an entire shelf??? 😭 because we were like reorganizing EVERYTHING (that entire group is so neurodivergent including me like we were told to clean the front but none of us have the power to JUST do the front so this will now be like a month long project pls pray for us it is so hot and dusty in there) and so after we ran out of time i had to jump down from the shelf but like my two guys were BOTH waiting for me (v. weird. one of them makes me slightly uncomfortable BC HE'S VERY NICE BUT TOO NICE AND I'M JUST SCARED OF MEN LIKE HE'S GENUINELY NICE BUT I HAVE ATTACHMENT ISSUES AND I DON'T LIKE OTHER PEOPLE LIKING ME IF THAT MAKES SENSE) so like i was literally rushing it and was like "yeah i can probably just drop down" but the fall was a lot farther than i initially thought 😭 so i dropped to the ground and my knees gave out because of the impact so i fell backwards into a table BUT IT'S OKAY besides the fact i made a giant fool of myself i don't want to talk about it </3 (b/c the OTHER guy i was with OMNFHEJRFKWLNDJJERHOUHJVFEKW i used to like him. ik. very small world i am still around people ik. BUT ANYWAY used to like him -> got the ick bc attachment issues -> hated him but he's still a good friend -> our mutual OLDER friend tried to get us to go to prom together one year -> SO MUCH MORE WE HAVE SUCH A WEIRD DYNAMIC IDEK WHAT HE THINKS OF ME) BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS STORY TIME AS WELL!! LOTS OF NESS LORE DROPS HERE <3 I LOVE SHARING ALL MY DRAMA LMAOAOAO

BUT PLEASE MAKE SURE TO TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF TOO!!! KEEP EATING THE COOLEST THINGS EVER AND LIVING YOUR BEST LIFE <3 (NO PRESSURE) AND DRINK LOTS OF WATER!!!

[dollsonmain]

I'm going to start staying in bed in the mornings so That Guy can't use morning time as Captive Audience Lecture time.

That's why I don't eat with him anymore, and why I don't talk to him at all in the car.

It's different than "There is a problem and we need to discuss it." because I'm not allowed to speak and any point I manage to interject with is disregarded or talked over.

A cut, though, because this is going on main instead of my whining side blog because it's about me, and it'll be long.

Last night I was thinking about how useless I am. I'm saying it that way just to get the point across as quickly as possible, I'm not being self-deprecating.

To elaborate, I was thinking about the jobs I've done in the past and my ability to function in general. Life in general seems unreasonably too hard.

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My first job was bussing tables and that was fine but I got fired because my manager played favorites and scolded me for crying because my bandaged wrist hurt, which made me cry harder while bussing tables.

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Then I was in the military and I was very bad at it. Physically, for now-obvious reasons, and mentally. I could never memorize the ranks, for example, or the weird little rules like "If you're the first to see Smadge in the morning, you call at ease as loud as you can to welcome him to the office" or the "Address superiors by their rank, don't talk to them like companions" and that kind of thing.

I did fine doing the mail.

I struggled in the office where I was the personnel database manager. There wasn't enough work to do and I could never make myself look busy. When I first took over the database I rewrote it all so that it was accessible to each of the companies in my unit to add and adjust things and then I wasn't needed anymore. I was there for two years with nothing to do.

At one point I started leaving to do the mail as early as possible with the excuse that I was taking other unit's mail clerks with me (true), and then after mail time was over, I'd just leave and go back to my room.

No one really noticed or cared because I wasn't providing anything to the office anyway.

My First Sargent griped about it one time, but I kept leaving anyway and no one bothered me about it.

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Then I worked at Walmart behind the jewelry counter and that was fine. I liked it enough. Being a smaller department there never was anything like having to pull palettes around and the stuff on the shelves didn't change too much. There was a lot of time standing behind the counter doing nothing.

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Then Wegman's selling cheese and that was fine, too. I got up, put on my uniform, went to work, did what I was told, and went home. Annetta made the mistake of asking me to redesign the cheese display once and I was like "Um.... I can't.... do that, sorry." After I left (I was impregnated by That Guy when he ejaculated inside me without permission, then he moved me away from my job or I'd probably still be there), she said she'd asked some of the younger boys in the department to take over and they were doing very well with it.

My managers at Wegman's gave me a lot of opportunities for advancement and to learn new skills and I had to decline because my brain couldn't do anything more than the lowest base-line work in the department. I mean, I tried. I did what was asked, and then I wasn't asked to do those things again.

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Since then it's been house-mom.

I'm very bad at that.

I don't clean enough, I don't cook at all, I don't do That Guy's laundry so he can't blame me when something goes wrong with it (he blames me anyway because if HE ruins his laundry it's because I refused to do it), I'm not super involved with my Son.

If I'm not specifically told "Do this." I don't think to do it. It's not by choice. I can't.

Son struggles with hygiene. I've mentioned that before. I've come here and asked for help. I've asked the IEP team at school for help.

Lately, Son stinks.

This morning That Guy had me captive audience for a lecture and said that he got a lot of answers out of Son about his hygiene last night which he waited to even ask until I'd gone to bed because he knows that if he starts being an un-constructive asshole about it I'll put a stop to it.

He said Son isn't changing his underwear and was like "I KNOW I've talked to him about this AND YOU..... You have to constantly be on him about it."

When I tried to say "I don't even think about his underwear because I never see them. He comes downstairs dressed every morning." he said "You have to struggle against that compulsion."

How, after 20 years, does he still not understand that my entire day every day is struggling against that kind of thing and always has been?

There are times I want to take the whole world, hold their faces between my hands, put my face right up in theirs and say

"You don't understand.

It's not that I don't want to.

I would give almost anything to function. I don't like to be like this. I don't like to be trapped here needing someone else to keep me alive.

I.

Can't."

That Guy still doesn't understand that I can't. He thinks I choose not to. He thinks I don't care enough.

I never could think of like, that extra little something that would make something better or whatever it is that makes some people really good at aesthetics, or anything outside of what I've been told to do.

When I say "I don't exist" I can't put into words what I really mean.

I am nothing more than a worker ant.

I really do often think I should have been let to die in infancy when I couldn't keep milk down. That should have been in indicator that I wasn't fit for survival. I've been consistently miserable my whole life because of this.

[a-moth-to-the-light]

Songs of the Summer, 2023: Intro & Rules

check out #my fave songs for my (admittedly inconsistent) past best-of lists! consistency is NOT my strength, but i have so much fun writing these & i want to practice finishing what i start, so i hope you'll have fun along with me :)

Intro: A Summer-y (haha)

My listening this summer has been embarrassingly chill. It’s not that I normally dislike really soft tracks—I’m a BOL4 fan, after all—but I definitely wasn’t expecting this many of them on my favorites list, and certainly not in the top spots. I like melodrama; I like shimmery, glitzy things; I like to dance. But this list’s color palette is beige, like a day where the sun is so bright, the heat so heavy, that it just kind of washes everything out. Even most of the dance tracks here are pretty toned-down—the kind you can leave on repeat while studying. 

So, I don’t know, it just feels kind of weird. It’s not that there weren’t any big, exciting statement-songs this summer: Stray Kids and Ateez and Itzy had big, noisy releases, and I just… I don’t know, I couldn’t make myself care about them? My favorite song from the Itzy album isn’t even the cool, fast-paced rock track, which is what I usually like from them—it’s the muted, simple, repetitive “None of My Business”.  And Dreamcatcher’s album, which I think is absolutely stellar, didn’t consume my listening nearly as much as it should have this summer. Instead, I found myself drawn to sleepy indie and end-of-album ballads. Do you see why it’s kind of embarrassing?

And I don’t think it’s that I didn’t have any fun this summer. This summer was actually pretty great, especially considering my how past few summers went. Comparatively, oh my GOD this summer was absolute heaven. Hell, maybe that’s why this list is less angsty. Maybe I’m sick of the angst, and I just wanted a nice, sleepy summer to balance out the others.

Or maybe it’s NewJeans fever. I still can’t stand “Attention” (I'm SORRY), but their laid-back style did finally get to me with “Ditto”, and so my obsession with barely-there, TikTok-ready music this summer might just be a reflection of the NewJeans trend hitting me a bit late. And anyway, strange as my list turned out, I like the songs I chose a whole lot, so I do stand by it!

There was another defining trend of this summer’s music for me: Barbie movie anthems. And not just songs from the Barbie soundtrack—the movie’s super-popular, super-iconic advertising seemed to kick off a trend of unapologetically mean-girl music, arrogantly teenage in a way that I find quite fun (& good for my confidence, too, as an obnoxious, girly teenage being-thing). I loved these releases, from Aespa’s “Spicy” in the spring, to G-IDLE’s “Queencard”, to Kiss of Life’s “Shhh” (though none of these are on the list, the mean-girl vibes will definitely show up). I’ve always loved when Flo Milli took on this kind of aesthetic, so it’s really fun to see 2023 become the year of hot pink, both inside and outside of kpop. Still haven’t seen the movie, but thanks, Barbie! 

Rules

Songs on this list are from singles or albums released between May 12, my last day of spring semester, and August 21, my first day of fall semester. I hope to work in education for the rest of my life, so I figure it makes sense to let the school year determine my list! Though, because it takes so long for songs to grow on me, I’m willing to fudge the rules a bit to encompass some songs that, despite being released a bit before ‘summer’ started, were truly my Songs of the Summer anyway. 

In keeping with my tradition, I’m allowing myself 14 list entries this year (plus some honorable mentions), one for every year of school I’ve completed since kindergarten! 

Blame it on the creative writing class I’m taking this semester, but I decided to, alongside my usual description of why each entry made my list, write a little poem-thing trying to capture what each song feels like to me—not similarity in subject, but instead in atmosphere and sound, was what I was going for. So hopefully you’ll enjoy those as much as I enjoyed writing them, and hopefully they’ll be a good intro to the songs you haven’t heard of before! 

[studestael]

Hello! ❄️

No worries that you didn't have time to reply, it's all fine! And I'm sorry I took a bit to reply now, the past few days just got kinda busy!

Ooh, that is quite the coincidence! But then you know now exactly what I mean ☺️ I'm on the Swedish westcoast, so closer to Denmark. I've actually never been to Norway! Always been going south 😅 Did you enjoy Oslo? Was it your first time there?

I'm not gonna "cheat" and translate the word I'm unsure of so I hope I answer your question correctly (and correct me if I'm wrong, hehe). I studied French in school, step 1 and 2 from grade 6-9 and then step 3 and 4 in the gymnasium. After that I haven't used it much so I've forgotten a bit, but then I started to work as a substitute teacher and get to fill in for French teachers from time to time (actually had to take over the classes at a school for a whole semester once too!) so I've brushed up my skills a bit! But of course it's only now and then - I need to find a way to practice regularly if I'm gonna get better. I keep meaning to, but it's hard to get the routine in! My best friend in Lyon is fluent in french (she's doing her doctorate in it, dear god) but we only talk about once a month and tend to have a lot to talk about then so we stick to Swedish. (I'm trying to think of something to write in french now but can't think of anything relevant that I could form a sentence on right now...). Do you have any TV series or films in french that you'd recommend?

Oh, "I Want You" is definitely another favourite of mine! Abbey Road is so good, definitely my favourite album alongside Sgt. Pepper! I love when you manage to turn a friend on to something you love, it feels extra rewarding <3

Oh, that's so awesome! For how long have you been playing and singing? Do you do it professionally? Play in a band? Ah, multi-artist - what kind of stories do you write? I was told growing up that I was good at drawing (and both my parents are rather good), but for some reason I just never had much interest in it, I'm not sure why. These days I sometimes wish I had practiced more, cause I have so many images and scenes in my head that I want to get out but don't always have the patience to write out, and I envy those who can just pick up a pencil and make it appear on the paper! What kind of motives do you like to draw?

I write too, from time to time (these days mainly fanfic). I've been dancing since I was little, and acting as well. I love music but have never got to study it at a deeper level or learning an instrument (only the basics of piano and guitar), but I've decided it's not too late and so took a uni course in music theory during the summer. I want to take a course in piano in the spring but don't know if I'll have time. My problem is that I'm interested in so many things and have a hard time focussing on the one or two 😅 I have a bachelor in film studies but have done some practical filmmaking/media production too (I LOVE editing) and have a diploma in film acting. But the good part about diving into so many different things is that you soon notice they're all connected, and knowing many subjects on at least a basic level gives you a deeper understanding of them all! It's just annoying that you can't go super deep into AAAALL of them xD

Haha I get you, I absolutely hate typing on my phone x) I hope you have had a great trip! (Or are having, if you're still travelling!) What other places did you visit?

hiiiii no worries to you too :) i've never been to norway before! i went to finland some years ago, but never sweden though! oslo was great! especially a little further north of the city, where there are mountains and snow!! we stayed there for only a few days, i got back home this tuesday. it wasn't a relaxing trip so this week was very tiring and i'm SO relieved to finally be in weekend.

dear god, as you say ahahah. i'm aware french is a very very difficult language to learn and i'm glad i didn't get to "learn" it as foreigners have to. i take my hat off to you all who are learning french, really! as for my swedish, i only know "god dag min vän" ahah

i mainly watch american series actually but there's a short black and white cartoon series called "samuel" that's very sweet and i recommend it! i know i liked "au service de la france" that talks about secret services in france during the 50s, it's a series with a very french humor. and also the series "drôle" that talks about parisian comedy clubs and stand-up comedians, it's very well written and nice to watch. unfortunately the two last series i recommended have never been finished...

as for french movies, of course if you haven't watched "amelie" ("le fabuleux destin d'amélie poulain" in french), you should! it's sweet and fun :) it romantcizes paris a lot but it's indeed a pretty city every now and then so here you go! i also recommend the movie "les choristes", it's really nice and touching

please recommend swedish movies/series/bands to me!! i have a spotify playlist with "international" songs (it means to me songs that are in other languages than french, english, spanish and portuguese which are the more common languagues in the songs i tend to listen) and i have a few swedish songs but i want more :^)

i feel like we have so much in common ahahah! i've been playing the piano since i'm 6 and singing approximately since i'm 12. the last 4 years, i've studied jazz in a conservatory because i wanted to professionalize but i gave up cause it asked to much work and i'm too lazy i guess haha i also used to do theatre and i acted in 2 or 3 plays but not anymore. i mainly write stupid comic stories, and also i like to write in roleplay communities! yeah, same, i'm not THAT good at drawing, i like to draw but i always have to have references with me, i struggle to draw by memory or so. i worked on a project with a friend of mine and i redrew 4 album covers, including rubber soul among others :^)

who/what are your fanfictions about? if you're willing to talk about it :)

bye snowflake, see you soon!

[nobodysdaydreams]

@lemondropletters YES. Thank you Ember! This made my whole evening.

And because I don't know when to quit...

There is a musical episode. It could play into the Theater kid Nathaniel Benedict angle, but instead it grinds the plot to a halt and you just know whatever musical they’re parodying is full of adult themes that make it so uncomfortable to watch when you remember the kids are suppose to be middle school/high schoolers.

After Curtain's redemption arc, the writers don't know what to do with his character. So they just make him a villain again. And he apologizes again. And then he's a villain again. Rinse repeat. (Again, it's been a long time, but recall that happening with Rumpelstiltskin in OUAT for a while). Over time, it makes Curtain less forgivable and likeable, and it makes the other characters look really stupid for trusting him.

As mentioned, the ten men are all corrupt cops on the police force getting paid off by Curtain not to bust his drug operation.

In addition to what I mentioned about Sticky earlier and his "growing up handsome" phase, I'm going to ruin the character further (sorry Sophie). After he "glows up and grows handsome", he makes a point to meanly reject and/or cheat on Jillson, Kate, and Martina, because if any of them wanted a healthy relationship with him, they should have given him a chance when he was a "nice guy" instead of doing other things like...being his friend, being in middle school or just not wanting a relationship at the time. Too late now ladies, you missed out. They had their chance and they blew it. The writers do this to try to make Sticky's character look super cool. He becomes the biggest jerk in the show.

Reynie's angsty monologues get blander and worse every episode. Here's some dialogue for his character: "There we were again. Another year in Stonetown. Just like any other and yet different in so many ways. Sticky, my best friend, had somehow become Mr. Popular and Dewey's biggest competition on the football field. Constance and Auguste were going steady and got internships working in Dr. Garrison's lab so that took up most of their time. As for me and Kate, after our fifth breakup she left Stonetown to go back to the circus. But that suits me just fine. I'm a lone wolf. I always have been. I always will be. It's how I like it. It's who I'm meant to be. Whoever said "no man is an island" clearly never met me. I was born to roam this earth alone."

SQ does the thing where they can't get the actor back for a season and he comes back being like "My dad sent me to boarding school for a whole year, but jokes on him because I met some guys there, and long story short? I'm running a rival drug dealing business". Instead of using this as an opportunity for proper angst that's deserved (Curtain freaking out and feeling remorse because his crimes have led his son to the dangerous world of drug dealing and criminal activity), Curtain finds out and yells at SQ for trying to destroy him and ruin his business and the main focus is their rival drug rings, with zero concern being given to the fact that SQ is now doing drugs.

The adults have so many ridiculous plotlines that make them look irresponsible and immature. The adults in MBS are quirky sure, but that's not the same thing as being immature. Garrison and Curtain have full scream fights in front of SQ and all around the Institute even though they just get back together every time. Nicholas puts insane amounts of pressure on the children to create more drama to the point where he's completely unlikeable. Jeffers encourages his team to take performance enhancing drugs.

I apologize for nothing :)

There should be, like, evil fic exchanges.

Where you take a list of things that bug someone (Not something that scares them!! Nothing triggering!!! Just mildly irritating) and then try and write the most annoying fic you can, designed specifically for that person

[claraswritings]

I Was Meant To Know You -

NOTE: This fic contains SPOILERS. If you have not seen No Way Home and don’t want SPOILERS, this is your FINAL SPOILER WARNING.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader (Andrew Garfield Peter/Peter 3/TASM Peter)

Warnings: SPOILERS, language, some angst, ambiguous ending. Also this was written in like half an hour and hasn’t been properly proof read.

Tags: @snixx2088 @awesomemikaus @sheridans-dynamos

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When you’d heard a frantic knocking on your door late into the evening, you had expected it to be Mr Michaels from the floor above, complaining about some imaginary noise. You had not expected what met you when you opened it.

“Can we come in? Please. We have nowhere else to go, Jamesons got people outside my school, you’re the only person I can trust,”

On your doorstep stood Peter Parker and his two friends. He looked absolutely exhausted.

“Plus we need all the help we can get, can we use your lab?” He asked hopeful despite the bruises and cuts. “We need cures for these…guys”

Your eyes flicked to his friends and back and you felt a wave of sympathy. He’d been through hell these past few weeks, with the false accusations and having his identity exposed and god knows what else. The whole thing was beyond ridiculous.

When you’d had some officer show up and ask you questions, grilling you as if you were an accomplice in “Spider-Man’s murder of the hero Mysterio” you’d had to do all you could not to slam the door in his face at the absurdity of the statement. Peter Parker was not a murderer and Mysterio was no hero.

And now here he stood, bruised, bloody and asking you for help and you, of course, wouldn’t say no.

“Fine, you can work here and I’ll help as much as I can but…clean up… please” you raised your eyebrows. “Not like last time you tried cooking something up here, I was cleaning whatever that was off my ceiling for weeks,” you rolled your eyes, only semi serious.

“Thank you so much, Ms. [Name], I owe you one, we won’t be long” Peter gave you a half smile “… if you could fix one cure or something it would really help… “

“There’s the Sandman, the electric guy, the…” MJ paused waving a hand vaguely “lizard person, tentacles and…the green elf?”

“Technically Dr Octopus is already cured,” Ned chimed in from behind Peter.

“I’m sorry, Doctor What… you know what,” you stopped yourself. “I’m… I’m used to it, I’m used to it,” you told yourself, moving out of the door and letting the trio in.”Sure, I’ll try help with a cure”

“Oh,” Peter turned. “There’s one more thing…”

***

You’d began busying yourself with the sand debris that they’d been able to collect, left behind by Marko.

One of the other Peters had told you he’d fought him before and given you a run down on exactly how he’d become the Sandman, you’d caught on pretty quick and began trialling ways of reversing the process on small drops, a few grains at a time under a microscope.

As you worked you couldn’t quite shake the absolute absurdity of the situation you were in. Carefully placing down your pipette, you turned.

“Parker.”

The three men looked up.

“That one,” you pointed at your universes Peter.

You took a long drink from your mug which was still emitting steam. The warm liquid burned a little bit if you were honest, you didn’t really care.

“I’m used to super…people, on all sides of the moral scale, space I can deal with, hell I’m in regular touch with a guy who lives in space but different universes? Like the multiverse? Like for real this time?” Your voice was hushed. “This isn’t some weird practical joke?”

You were aware of how silly your question sounded. With three Peter Parker’s in the same room but Peter, of this universe knew exactly what you were saying without saying it. It was understandable you’d want some reassurance.

You’d been with Fury and Hill in Mexico when Beck had shown up, he’d played you as well as he had anyone. He’d played the mentor and friend card to Peter but to you… Beck knew he needed compassion and trust from inside SHIELD and nothing clouded judgement like the possibility of a new romance. He knew he wouldn’t be able to charm Hill. She was never out of Fury’s sights as his right hand woman but you… he’d lain it on thick.

When you’d first met he’d held back as you worked on your project, and coyly told you how you reminded him of his dead wife from his universe, how he’d never thought he’d see anyone like her again… and could he possibly take you for a coffee and of course, you’d been swept up in the moment of a handsome hero flirting with you, only to have the rug pulled from under you when he’d brought half of Tower Bridge down and his illusions had come with it.

“Yeah. It’s real this time.” Your universes Peter met your eyes “I swear,”

You looked to the other Peters, slightly apprehensively.

“I’ve already asked them to prove it,” MJ said casually “They’re real”. You liked her. If she wanted it, once she was done with college, you’d be putting in a word with Fury.

“Fuck” you exhaled and leant back against your desk.

“Hang on… did you say you know a guy who lives in space?” A voice from one of the other benches cut through your thoughts.

Your gaze flicked over to one of the other Peters. He was tall, lean with thick, dark hair. Older than your universes Peter but younger than the other man, who was now jotting down formulas carefully. He was, as you noticed now you were making eye contact with him, pretty cute.

Was that weird? Your universes Peter was like a much younger brother. Was it weird to find one of the other Peters cute? He was closer to your age and it’s not wrong to objectively acknowledge he was good looking.

“Yeah…I know a few. Thor. then Carol, they’re kind of like you guys… but with… “ your hand brushed through your hair “look it doesn’t matter she’s in space and…then there’s Quill and the rest of the Guardians…sometimes they’ll drop off any scrap tech they find to see if we have a use for it” you trailed off when you realised he was still staring at you. “Sorry I must sound really lame or really weird”

“You can actually contact… you can contact people in space, that is…crazy” He moved around, momentarily distracted from working on the reverse serum for Dr Connors “And you use space tech?” He stopped stood at the opposite side of the desk from you, grinning.

He turned to the oldest of the Peters “Do you…do you have that? Cause I don’t have that. That’s amazing, that’s so cool”

The Peter he was speaking to shrugged “I fought an alien symbiote once…” he paused, deciding not to get into it . “But actual contact with space. No…nope don’t have that,” he smiled before turning back.

***

You listened intently, the reverse formula for the Sandman brewing in a test tube and were now listening to the other Peter talk about the cure for the Lizard. It was simmering, a violent blue colour emitting from it.

Having finished first and with the others deep in formulas and plans you’d settled over the desk with a warm drink each, you’d asked him about it.

“Are we skirting over the fact that you helped invent a serum that can regrow limbs” you paused “That’s… amazing! And you were in high school when you did that?”

He nodded, a little surprised at your enthusiasm “Yeah…I mean… the side effect of turning into a giant lizard and trying to convert New York” Peter broke your eye contact and picked at a thread on his lab coat, muttering the last sentence with a half smile. “Kinda takes the shine off it”

“Eh I guess it’s a bit too major to stick in the small print” you joked and he laughed, for what he felt was the first time in a while.

“Still…that shit could change the world…I mean I know you guys save the world weekly but to me” you mimed having your mind blown. “That’s incredible”

Suddenly realising your perhaps over the top enthusiasm, you took a breath as your hands drummed against the side of your mug. “It’s insane… sorry, I find this kinda stuff so cool,”

“No don’t apologise, I do too” Peter shot you a smile and you felt yourself blush a little.

“I work with science and tech so…” you hand waved away the long explanation.

“That’s putting it lightly, man. She’s brilliant at this stuff. She worked with Dr Banner…on this drug that slows your heart rate to 1 beat a minute… Didn’t she also help with that cloaking thing on the jet… the one the Vulture tried to…”

“Ned” MJ interrupted him with a sharp elbow.

“You wanna get some air?” You offered “These guys are still sorting their cures and I could do with some”

***

You sat together on the rooftop, staring out at the expanse of New York before you. You sitting on the actual roof whilst Peter, leant on the edge of the building, a clear sign of any that he was used to the heights and unconcerned with the safety hazard in the way a non-super powered person would be.

“Yknow it’s crazy” he spoke “it looks the same… more or less… except that’s different,” Peter pointed over at what once was Stark Tower. “That’s the Oscorp building where I am”

“Oscorp?” You looked over your shoulder at it then back at him as he looked from the building to you.

“You don’t… have that?”

“Nope,”

“At least you still have the Empire State, that’s my go to place, You ever been?” Peter asked.

“Yeah, but not in the way you have, I bet the views even better from your perspective” you let out a laugh and paused. This felt like a normal conversation.

“It’s something else…I’d offer to show you…but I think we’ll be needed soon” Peter was leaning over the edge, even further to the city streets below, hands drumming casually on the rail.

You laughed “Yeah, skipping out when there’s a bunch of supervillains loose wouldn’t go down too well”

“Another time,” he smiled. You didn’t know if you’d get another time but the idea alone was nice. It was like conversing with an old friend.

The two of you fell into a back and forth for some time. It felt easy with him, it wasn’t as weird as it should have been considering the different universes. To you, to this Peter, it felt natural.

“Is there a me in your universe?” You asked after some time.

Peter shook his head “If there is, we’ve never met, unfortunately” He scratched his neck.

“Unfortunately?” You questioned with a slight smile. You’d wondered what an alternative you was doing, who she knew, what she was like but now you were wondering what he meant with that last word.

“Yeah, uhh, I think we’d get on, yknow, you’re pretty cool and…”

Before you could reply, the slamming open of the door to the roof rattled open causing you to almost drop your mug.

“Guys, it’s done.” Ned leant against the heavy metal door, propping it open. “Peter..my…our…this Peter…” he paused “Is leading them to the Statue of Liberty, you should go”

Peter beside you cast a look over at you then to Ned “Where will you guys be? Will you be somewhere safe”

Ned nodded “I can…it’s how I got you to my Grandmas house…” he waved a hand in the air “I’ll open that when we’re needed. Until then…we wait for them to be done…”

“You sure you can do that again,” you asked him.

“Yeah I mean, how hard can it be?”

“Okay” you exhaled “Good luck,” you turned to Peter “Stay safe and look out for each other”

“You know…” you said to Ned as you watched the alternative Peter swing off “I thought the Blip was going to be the weirdest thing that happened this year, then Mysterio showed up and now this? I think it’s time I stopped keeping track”

***

The battle was won, the villains had been neutralised and all that needed to be done was resetting the timeline.

“Hey Ms [[Name]],” your universes Peter landed next to you “Dr Stra- Stephen…he’s fixing everything but it means…no one’s going to remember me…” he exhaled. The reality of what was about to hit him was sinking in.

“What?!” You choked out “Peter, no, that’s insane there has to be something-“ Magic wasn’t your field, far from it, you were a woman of technology, of science but surely there was another way. It seemed so unfair, he’d just gotten together with the girl he liked, he was supposed to be going to college, he was too young for this.

Peter1 shook his head “This is it, it has to be or…” he paused as you both looked skyward at the violent purple cracks “Thank you… for everything,”

You pulled him into a tight hug “I’ll miss you, Peter, it’s been good knowing you,”

Over his shoulder you could see Ned and MJ and knew he’d want time with them.

“Go see them,” you flicked your head at them. “And promise me you’ll look after yourself,”

He gave you a nod before zipping over to where his friends stood. You ran down to where Peter3 stood, helping prop up Peter2 who’d taken the worst injuries, having being stabbed from behind.

“Are you okay,” Peter3 used his free hand to tilt your face upward, checking you for any cuts or bruises.

“Never mind me… are you both okay,” you looked at him then to the other Peter “I mean probably a stupid question… do you need like a doctor or something? Strange can help.”

Peter2 grimaced “I’ll be okay, I’ve had worse”

“You’ve had worse than that?” You rose your eyebrows.

“Well…it’s not the first time I’ve been stabbed. Kinda a work hazard,”

“Fair point.” You smiled slightly at him and were relieved when he was able to smile back in spite of the pain he must have been in. “Get it checked when you’re home though…please”

Peter2 nodded “Of course”

“You sure you’re okay” Peter3’s eyes scanned over you.

“Yeah” you smiled and he returned it. “I’m just glad everyone is…fixed”

“Yknow this is a weird thing to say but… considering the sitiuation, it’s been nice. I’ve not felt this… normal in… well since… for a long time”

“Me too,” you lingered on the words “I suppose this is goodbye?” You looked down at your clothes, covered in dust, debris and back at him. “You’ll be going back soon,”

You didn’t really want the answer, you already knew it. It felt somewhat cruel.

A few months ago, Mysterio shows up claiming to be from another world and you were charmed by him only for him to turn out to be a fraud, no other universe, no powers, just a man with a vendetta and excellent tech.

Now you’d met someone actually from another universe. The proof already there and you knew he was a good guy. He was another Peter Parker, of course he was a good guy.

“Yeah…” he looked down and then back to you and once again he felt a jolt in his heart.

The words back at the lab ran through his mind. Peter2 had asked him if he’d had someone, and he’d brushed it off, saying he had no time. Even when Peter3 had offered the suggestion that maybe it just wasn’t meant for guys like them, his counterpart had reassured him, not to give up.

Truth being told, he’d not felt any connection with anyone since Gwen’s death, he’d never even considered it, not until you… and there’d likely never be a chance to find out what that connection was.

“I mean… maybe I can convince Strange to let you visit sometime”

You knew it wasn’t possible. You both knew soon you’d and Strange would forget your universes Peter… which meant you’d forget any of this ever happened… which meant you’d forget he was ever here.

“I don’t want to forget this happened, I don’t want to forget…” you felt tears brim. The panic was setting in now and you could feel your heart beat in your ears.

“I don’t want that either,” Peter3 muttered. The thought of him returning to his life with you having no recollection of anything that happened was something that caused a knot in the deepest pit of his stomach. He brushed your hair off your shoulder.

He gave Peter2 a quick glance, a wordless acknowledgment passed between them, a method of communicating you sensed was only between them, before he lead you a few steps away.

“Look… I lost someone… A while ago” It had been 2014 when he’d lost her, nearly ten years ago…but to Peter3, it could have been yesterday for as much as he could still remember it.

“Someone really really important to me. Ever since then I’ve never thought I’d meet someone I had a connection with again…” he spoke quickly, both for fear he’d be pulled back before he could finish and also not wanting to linger too long on painful memories “until you…am I crazy or…”

You shook your head “I feel like I was meant to know you” The lump in your throat was almost stopping your words from coming out.

“Come with me,” he offered so quickly, he’d barely had a chance to realise he’d said it. “There’s no you in my universe…it wouldn’t be the same anyway, I know we’ve barely met but I feel like I was meant to find you,”

“How can I?” You bit your lip. It sounded crazy, maybe it WAS crazy. Hell when you’d been thinking about a fresh start the other week, you’d been thinking about maybe dyeing your hair or something… not crossing worlds but now you were faced with it… why not.

***

Stephen stared at you, the reality of what you were asking sinking in.

“You want to cross universes? Are you sure about this. There’s no guarantee it’ll even work,” his gaze flickered back to the purple cracks opening over the skyline as he attempted to close the voids.

“I need a fresh start. It seems like this is a sign if any to take it. Please,” you asked. “When you send back everyone, send me with him,”

He sighed “I’ll try [Name], but I can’t promise anything, go wait with him,”

“Thank you, Stephen. For everything,” you nodded and made your way back over to Peter3.

“Does anyone else have any changes to the spell before I start?” He paused, hands in the air, ready to begin. “It needs to be now,”

“No I promise, I promise this is everything,”. A quick call was shot over your shoulder as you reached Peter3, he looked optimistically hopeful.

“What happened? Are you coming? Can he do it?”

“Yeah, he thinks so,” you reached for his hand, “I’m coming with you,”

“I’ll see you on the other side,” he smiled at you before you saw the bright light engulf him and then you, taking you beyond.

****

[lilianvanrouge]

Mr. Freeze x Daughter Reader

You were around five to six years old when your father became Mr. Freeze. He will always remember the day you were born. You were an exact miniature copy of his Nora, which makes his thoughts about losing you even worse. He will always remember how warm your tiny little hand was when you wrapped it around his index finger.

He began crying tears of joy, he wanted you so badly and was very impatient for your birth. He hugged you and your mother tightly crying tears of joy. Your mother gave you your name which made it all the more valuable and irreplaceable to your father.

When you took your first steps you fell into your fathers arms as he lifted you up as both your parents cheered. Your first words were also Daddy, which tugged at his heart strings. When your parents disappeared your mother’s sister took you in.

You were currently in the middle of a school play. You were in a fake tower playing Rapunzel when all of a sudden the doors to the auditorium burst open. A bunch of men with guns came out shooting at the ceiling. One more man came out wearing a strange suit.

“Where is (Y/N) Fries?!” asked the man.

You had no idea that the man in the strange suit was your father. He then shot the ceiling with his weird gun and it froze that part of the ceiling and it collapse.

“I repeat! Where is (Y/N) Fries?!” demanded your father.

You quietly snuck out of the tower and out the back exit. It was super dark outside, but lights from the baseball field shined down on you as you ran behind the school. All of a sudden a wall of ice formed in front of you.

“Where do you think you’re going?” asked an angry man.

You turned around and saw it was the strange man in the suit.

“It’s you. . .” said your father in unbelief.

You screamed and ran another direction, but he trapped you with another ice wall.

“(Y/N) it’s me, your father,” said your father softly.

“No! You’re not! My daddy doesn’t look anything like you!” you said.

You tried to run around him, but he grabbed your wrist and lifted you off your feet. You screamed and started struggling in his grip.

“(Y/N), it is me! Whenever you had a nightmare you slept with me and your mother! Your mother and I took you to that movie you wanted to see three months ago! You named the toy bunny I gave you the day you were born Mr. _____!” your father listed.

You immediately stopped squirming and began crying. Your father let you down and you hugged each other.

“Where have you been all this time?!!” you sobbed.

“I’m sorry I left you alone for so long. There’s no need to worry now. I’m taking you home,” he said.

You had no idea that your father froze everyone in the auditorium that night trying to find you. He only found you because he spotted you through a window. He thought that you were a random child going to call the police and was about to kill you.

Weeks passed and you haven’t been back to school or seen your aunt since. During that time you learned the horrible truth that your mother was dead. Your father tried his best to make time for you and sooth your pain, but he was busy getting some things.

You woke up in the middle of the night hearing a loud noise. You walked out of your room and to your father’s lab.

“Daddy?” you said.

“(Y/N)?! You should be asleep. It’s way passed your bedtime,” said your father.

“Couldn’t sleep. Your machine was making too much noise,” you said.

Your father frowned and apologized to you. He said he would work on his machine in the morning. He then picked you up and you both went to sleep in the same bed. The next morning when your father straight to work on his machine.

When you woke up you saw that the fridge was empty. Your father gave you some money the other day and you decided to go to the store. When you were walking over to the grocery store a truck wasn’t paying attention to the cross walk. The truck driver didn’t see you until it was too late! You screamed thinking you were dead until someone snatched you out of the way. You looked up and saw it was Batman.

“Batman?” you said confused.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Yes,” you muttered.

“Where are your parents? What’s your name?” he asked.

“(Y/N) Fries, and I’m by myself going to the store. Bye,” you said.

Back at your father’s hideout your father took notice to how quiet it was. You’re usually watching TV at this time or atleast entered his lab once. He finished his machine and came out of his lab.

“(Y/N)?! (Y/N)?!” shouted your father, getting worried.

Your father then went to both his and your room to see that you weren’t there.

“(Y/N)!! (Y/N)!! Where are you?!!” shouted your father, tossing things out of his away looking for you.

He then turned towards his henchmen and demanded to know where you were. When they said they didn’t know your father started to threaten them with his gun.

“I will give you one last chance! Where is my daughter?!” said your father.

“I’m back!” you said, entering the hideout.

Your father attention snapped immediately snapped to you. He ran up to you and hugged you tightly.

“(Y/N), where have you been young lady?!” he scolded.

“I went to the store because there was no food,” you explained.

Your father then apologized for his lack of care and picked you up. You were now sat on his lap asleep while he watched the news.

“Humanity. Compassion. Charity. Where were those pretty words when she needed to hear them?” asked your father, as he just destroyed the TV with his freeze gun.

“Daddy, why did you break the TV?” you asked.

“Nothing to worry about, Darling, just go back to sleep,” he said.

When you woke up your father and his men were leaving.

“(Y/N), don’t leave this place under any circumstances do you understand me?” asked your father.

“But I-” you began.

“Promise me!!” your father said, putting both hands on your shoulders.

“I promise,” you said, sadly.

Your father wanted to kiss, but couldn’t with his helmet. Your father and his men then left, leaving you all alone. Your father was now encasing the building that Ferris Boyle was in with ice. Your father’s machine was now growing unstable and ice was going everywhere. The Batman tried to stop the machine, but your father stopped him. Your father then went into the frozen building to finish off Boyle once and for all.

When your father was halfway complete with freezing Boyle the Batman came back for one last fight.

“The advanced circuitry of my suit also triples my strength. Sooner or later all who stand in my way will feel the icy touch of death. Any last words Batman?” your father asked.

He was holding Batman by his neck.

“Don’t do this Fries. . . You’re about to lose something absolutely valuable to you. Priceless. . .” choked Batman.

“Lies! I do not have anything to lose! Boyle already stole my wife and my humanity! There’s nothing else that can be taken from me!” said your father.

“Behind you. . .” choked Batman.

Your father gave a quick glance behind him and gasped dropping Batman. You were on the roof of the next building over which was freezing over because of your father’s machine and was about to tip over.

“My baby!!!” your father said shocked.

Your father ran to the window and broke it, but there was no way he could make it to you in time. You then slipped off the roof screaming.

“No!!!” your father shouted.

He then aimed his ice gun where you were about to fall and created a thick blanket of snow. He also added some ice pillars to support the building. You fell into the snow pile safe and unharmed as your father used a bridge of ice to run over to you. When he finally made it to you; he hugged you tightly while you cried.

“(Y/N), what are you doing here?!! I told you to stay home, young lady!!” scolded your father.

You cried harder while squeezing his suit.

“I already lost, Mommy. Don’t make me lose you too, Daddy,” you choked out.

Your father’s expression soften.

“(Y/N), I’m-” before your father could finish his sentence, Batman broke his glass helmet.

Your father fell on the ground not able to breathe. You ran up to Batman and started hitting him.

“No!! Stay away from him!!” you shouted.

Batman hit you at the back of your neck knocking you out cold.

“(Y/N). . .” said your father.

You were now back at your aunt’s while your father is in Arkham.

“I’ve failed you and (Y/N). I wish there was another way for me to say it. I can not. I can only beg your forgiveness. And pray you hear me somehow, someplace. Someplace where a warm hand waits for mine,” said your father to the snow globe of your mother.

Days passed and the guards at Arkham wouldn’t allow you to visit or bring anything to your father. Your aunt also didn’t want you visiting him, so you always had to go alone. And there’s no way the guards will let a child visit a criminal by themself.

That was until a nice prison guard lady let you see your father out of pity. She knocked on the door notifying your father that he had a visitor.

“I do not want to see anyone right now,” said your father.

The guard still opened the door and you ran inside wearing a parka.

“Daddy!!” you shouted.

“(Y/N)?!” said your father.

He hugged you tightly and you both began crying tears of joy. The guard then left you to give you some privacy. You began telling your father everything that’s been going on in your life.

You’ve been visiting him as often as you could, and if you couldn’t you would give him letters. As months began to pass your aunt found out you’ve been visiting your father without her permission. That’s when she dropped the news on you that you were moving. You had no idea how to break this to your father.

You instead wrote this as a letter to your father. Once he read this letter he crushed it in his hands.

You were now in your aunt’s car as you just left her old home. While she was driving she was telling you how amazing your new home will be. All of sudden the car began sliding down the road before crashing upside down.

“Where do you think you’re going with my daughter?!” said your father angry.

Your aunt unbuckled you and herself from the car. She then put you behind her to try and shield you from him while still inside the car.

“I’m taking her to a place where she’ll be safe!” said your aunt.

“You mean taking her to a place far away from me!!” shouted your father.

“Yes!! Where I know she’ll be safe!!” shouted your aunt.

Your father then pointed his gun at your aunt and was about to shoot her. But he immediately stopped seeing you crawling in front of your aunt.

“(Y/N). Come,” said your father.

You began to crawl out of the car, but your aunt grabbed your shoulder. She begged you not to go, but you both knew you had no choice. Otherwise, your father would have taken you by force.

You crawled out the car and walked up to your father. He took your hand and began leading you away from the crash.

“Daddy, where are you taking me?” you asked.

“Somewhere where no one will ever take you away from me again, my treasure,” he said.

[obeymeoasis]

The First Time They Say “I Love You”

Lucifer

At first you just did small things, like cleaning up the used coffee cups on his desk. Things that you wanted to do for him because he was so tired all the time. But after you pointed out a calculation error in a R.A.D organization’s monthly expense sheet, Lucifer started relying on you more. He often asked you to do a final scan over documents before he submitted them to Diavolo just in case he missed anything.

You found that your work styles were very similar: extremely organized, detail-oriented, and meticulous. You enjoyed spending time in Lucifer’s office. And helping him with his work meant that he got done more quickly and had more time to spend with you. 

Right now he was at his desk, furiously scanning through a stack of papers. You could tell he hadn’t slept in a while. The buttons at his throat were undone and he had dark smudges underneath his eyes. Somebody had apparently mixed up the schedule for an upcoming series of lectures and Lucifer was left to solve the problem.

You shut the door behind you slowly and carefully made your way over, trying your best to balance the tea tray and multiple folders you were holding. "Here, Luci. I brought you peppermint tea and shortbread. You should have some while you work, you look absolutely exhausted.” He looked up at you and smiled gratefully, a private smile that only you got to see. “Thank you MC, I appreciate it.”

You then handed him the thick folders. “Also, these are all of the invoices from last week’s alumni dinner party. I thought they were a bit messy to look at so I organized them into different categories based on the business and then sorted the purchases sequentially. Also, I calculated the total expenses and thankfully we were able to stay under budget.”

Lucifer's mouth was slightly ajar and his eyes widened, looking at you as if you'd done something incredibly strange. You asked self-consciously, "Is... is something on my face?"

With the same bewildered expression on his face he said "MC... I love you."

You laughed, a little startled. "Why, because I organized some files for you?"

"Well, yes. No. I mean yes and no. It's not just the files, it's everything. The way you're always thinking of me and taking care of me. The way we work well together. The way I can trust you with anything. I love you, MC. I'm sorry it's taken me so long to say so."

You felt your cheeks flush with happiness. "Well... I love you too, you know. A lot. Now hurry up and finish your work so that we can spend some actual time together."

Lucifer laughed gently and then reached to take your hand in his, pressing a delicate kiss against your fingers. "Anything for you."

Mammon

You were at the casino with Mammon on a Wednesday night. On school nights he usually went alone because you were busy with homework. But tonight he looked so lonely as he headed for the door that something spurred you to put on a jacket and run after him.

When you took his hand in yours, he turned to look at you in surprise and the most radiant smile lit his face. “You’re coming with me, baby?”

The first couple of hours weren’t bad. Mammon brought you small plates of food and you were content to just watch as he flourished in his natural environment. You smiled amusedly at his antics, the way he bantered with the dealer, how he yelled in delight when he won and how pouty he became when he lost.

But pretty soon the long day of classes caught up to you and you could feel your eyelids growing heavy. You were tucked into a small table in the corner, away from the other guests but still visible to Mammon out of the corner of his eye. You figured no one would mind so you laid your arm on the table and rested your head in the crook of your arm. Within a couple of seconds, you were deep asleep.

Meanwhile, Mammon was having some of the best luck he’d had recently at the blackjack table. He turned to where you were sitting to give you a smile and boast about his winnings a little, only to have his heart clench tightly at the sight of you. 

You looked absolutely adorable, sleeping with a little smile on your face. It must have been a little cold for you in the casino because you were curled up tightly against yourself. Mammon flushed at how cute you looked and then felt a sudden rush of emotion. 

Even though you were tired, you still took the time to come out with him tonight. He knew these places weren’t really your thing but you never complained, you genuinely just wanted to be with him. And that was something Mammon wasn’t really used to.

You stirred at the sensation of Mammon draping his jacket across your shoulders. Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you looked up to ask: “Hey Mams, how’s your luck been tonight?”

He stood silently for a moment before enveloping you into a sudden, crushing hug. “I-I love you, MC. I really love you.” You were startled and tried to move back to get a look at his face but Mammon wouldn’t budge. “No, don’t look at me. I’m probably super red. But I need to tell you how much I love you. I kinda realized it just now that there’s no one like you. No one who cares for me, who accepts all of me like you do. Thank you for always being here.”

You could feel tears forming in your eyes and buried your face against Mammon’s chest. “Oh, Mams. I love you too. I can’t imagine how alone you must have felt, especially the way your brothers treat you sometimes. But I’m here now, okay? I’ll always be on your side.”

You heard Mammon’s breath hitch a little before he leaned down to kiss your forehead.

Leviathan

You came to discover that there were a lot of little holidays in the Devildom, an occasional day or two when you didn’t have to go to classes. Sometimes you took the opportunity to travel to the human world, often to pick up small necessities or bring back foods you missed.

Today you were here to pick up something specific: strawberry preserves. You had brought back a jar from the human world recently and after having a bite, Levi had practically eaten the whole jar by himself. The preserves were the specialty of a local farm close to your house and Levi absolutely loved them.

Since you were there, you decided to pick up some different jars as well. An employee carefully packaged the jars of strawberry, peach, blueberry, and cherry preserves so that they wouldn't accidentally break on the journey. What he didn't know was that you would actually be travelling between completely different worlds.

As soon as you were back in the Devildom, you quickly made your way to Levi's room with your purchases. He was in the middle of playing a game but when he heard you come in, he turned around to welcome you back. "Hey, MC. How was your trip? What are all those boxes for?"

You opened the topmost one and showed him the little glass jar with the floral pattern on the lid. "I picked more of these up for you today, along with some other flavors I thought it would be nice to try."

Upon recognizing what it was, Levi immediately set down his controller. "MC, this is awesome! I love you!" You froze in shock at his words and it took Levi a couple of seconds before he realized what he had said. He too froze so that the two of you stood there, Levi bright red, neither moving or speaking.

Levi was the one to eventually break the silence. "I-I didn't mean that! Ignore me just now! I don't know what I'm saying." Your heart sank in disappointment. You had merely been shocked that Levi felt the same way about you as you did him. But now he was saying he didn't mean it?

Your disappointment must have been evident on your face because Levi stammered out, "I-I mean, I do mean it! It's just- aargh, this isn't how I wanted to say- Ugh, I don't know what to-" You decided it was best to just be upfront with him. "Listen Levi, I love you a lot. Have for a while now. Can I ask you how you feel about me?"

If he was bright red before, Levi's face looked almost neon red now. He stared at you open mouthed, as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing. "You- You love me? Really? You aren't making fun of me or something?" You couldn't help but huff in response. "Levi, am I seriously the type of person who would make fun of you about this?"

It seemed to finally sink in for him then. "No, no you're not. MC, I- I love you too. Ah, I can't believe I said it out loud!" He clapped his hands over his mouth and you giggled at how adorably flustered he looked.

"Hey Levi, now that we know how we feel about each other, is it okay if I give you a kiss?" Levi practically fainted then, and you had to run down to the kitchens to get him a glass of water.

Satan

Satan was used to being alone. None of his brothers or classmates really shared any of his interests and he found that he much preferred being by himself. He was always too engrossed with his books and research that he never considered himself to be lonely.

That is, until he met you. You were somehow able to slowly inch yourself into his heart and without realizing it had become the most important person to him.

The other day, he found a funny quote in one of the novels he was reading and made a note of it to show you later. Then he started thinking about how much his daily routine included you in some way. You had classes together, ate meals together, talked and laughed together, and read late into the night together, enjoying each other’s company.

He realized that he was a lot happier now. Not that he was exactly unhappy before, but it was different with you. He was a lot more relaxed, more prone to smile and laugh. And a lot of it had to do with your influence and the time you spent together.

You were both reading in his room. There was a comfortable, relaxing silence and the atmosphere was especially cozy because of all the lit candles. You had prepared a tray for Satan: a plate of rosemary biscuits and a pot of black tea to wash them down with. This was another thing he appreciated about you; you were always taking care of him.

Both of you were engrossed in your books for a while, until suddenly you could feel Satan staring at you. You marked the page you were on and turned to him, a smile playing on your lips. “Is there something I can help you with?”

He looked at you for a few moments, unsmiling. You frowned, thinking there was something wrong, but before you could say anything Satan said “I just wanted to let you know that I love you dearly.”

You were surprised to say the least. Satan wasn’t really the type to talk about his feelings this explicitly. But after the initial shock, you realized how happy you were that the person you loved felt the same way about you. Satan didn’t let people into his life and into his heart that easily.

It was only when you heard Satan say “Oh love, I didn’t mean to make you cry” that you realized tears were streaming down your cheeks. You put down your book and practically flung yourself into his arms. He hugged you back tightly and waited until you were calm enough to speak. “I love you too Satan, so much. You mean the absolute world to me.”

You laughed wetly, thinking it funny that you were crying during one of the happiest moments of your life. Satan smiled at you fondly before handing you a handkerchief so that you could dry your eyes. 

You spent the rest of the night in his lap, smiling and giggling as he attempted to read you a story out loud.

Asmodeus

These kinds of days rarely happened, but they happened nonetheless. Mean, ugly days when no matter what outfit he tried on, it didn’t look right. No matter how much time he put into styling his hair, it just looked flat and dull. And his makeup seemed to refuse to cooperate with what he had in mind.

On these kinds of days Asmo locked himself in his room under the pretense of “needing self-care”. He hated having to speak with others because their usual compliments just sounded mocking and fake to his ears.

Asmo remembered an incident when one of his admirers had complimented his hairstyle and he had snapped at her furiously: “Shut up! Don’t make fun of me!” before storming away. He was incredibly embarrassed about it and apologized profusely to her. Since then, he figured it was safer to just hide out in his room.

But it was hard to be alone in his room when you were already there. You knew something was up with Asmo when you texted him saying "Hey, could you help me pick out a new coat?" and he replied with "Maybe another time, sorry darling!" He would have never refused an opportunity to go shopping with you.

So you raced to his room after classes and thankfully managed to slip in while Asmo was in the kitchen gathering some snacks. When he saw you standing in his room you could see he struggled to act nonchalant. "Darling! I didn't know you'd be here. I'm sorry, but I'm feeling a bit under the weather today. I wouldn't want you to catch anything so it'd probably be best if you went to your room."

Your heart clenched at the blatant lie. "Oh Asmo, I'll leave if you really want to be alone. But just know that I'm here for you. Whatever it is, there's nothing I wouldn't do for you. I want to be your strength."

You could see the conflict in Asmo's eyes as he stood quietly for a couple of minutes. You were about to turn around and leave, giving him some alone time, but he suddenly blurted out "I feel ugly today. I feel disgusting and horrible and hideous."

Asmo closed his eyes, embarrassed at his outburst and also dreading what inevitably came next: empty compliments and false flattery. He didn't want to be told he was beautiful when he didn't believe it.

But instead, you surprised him by enveloping him in a strong embrace. You alternated between gently patting his back and smoothing his hair and were rewarded with feeling the tension leave his body. You didn’t say anything, just continued to hold Asmo and wipe away the few stray tears on his cheeks.

Eventually you moved him to his bed, Asmo’s head lying on your chest and his arms wrapped around your waist. You weren’t sure how much time had passed but he seemed to be much calmer. He tilted his head up to look at you, his eyes searching your face, before almost whispering “I love you”. Your eyes widened in surprise. “You seem to always know what to do, MC, how to put me back together again. You’re honest with me and you actually listen to what I’m saying. I love you. Please stay with me forever.”

The two of you fell asleep like that, Asmo’s head on your chest and your hands intertwined. 

Beelzebub

Beel was a bit nervous, considering this was one of the most important Fangol games he had ever played in. Not only was it against their rival school, but also Beel’s coach had let him know that there would be scouters from the professional league coming to watch for potential talent.

It was too bad that you wouldn’t be able to watch him play. He considered you a very important part of his game-day routine. In the morning, you always made him a hearty breakfast and at the pre-game warmup, he frequently went to you for kisses and headpats. He considered you to be his good luck charm.

Unfortunately, you weren’t feeling well. You kept having bad stomach pain and the doctor had said it was probably your body reacting to some unfamiliar Devildom food. You were currently lying down in your room with a heating pad on and some warm green tea.

Beel missed you terribly. It had only been a few hours since he had last seen you but he couldn’t help but feel lonely. You were always there shouting and cheering for him on game days which made your absence feel that much larger.

His teammates and coaches could tell that something was off with him. They kept coming by to ruffle his hair or pat him on the shoulder and ask, “Is everything okay?” and “Don’t worry, you’ll do great!” 

Beel knew he was being silly. He would go see you right after the game! And yet his heart wasn’t in it during the pre-game stretches. He kept spacing out and staring at the wall instead of actually getting ready.

Suddenly, one of the assistant coaches came into the room. “Beel! MC is here! Now hurry up and stop moping around!” He saw you behind the coach looking a bit uncomfortable, your stomach must have still been bothering you. But you were also smiling at your little surprise.

Beel ran up to you and hugged you gently. “MC! What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be in bed? Are you okay? Are you feeling better?” You laughed at his barrage of questions before reaching up on your tip-toes to give him a pat on his head. “I’m still in a bit of pain but I wanted to be here. I couldn’t miss such an important game! Now what’s this about you moping around?”

Beel blushed and ducked his head before mumbling, “It’s nothing, don’t worry about it.” You laughed again and Beel’s heart soared at the sound. He was suddenly struck with the realization of how much he loved you. You, who always had his back, who was always there to support him and motivate him. 

He wrapped his arms around you and whispered in your ear, “Thanks for being here, MC. I love you so much, you know. Sometimes it feels like my heart is going to burst.” Your arms tightened around him in response. “I feel the same way Beel, I love you so much. Now go and win this game, okay? Show them how amazing you are.”

After the game, Beel was surrounded by his coaches excitedly telling him about how many scouters were interested in seeing him play again. But all Beel could think about was having you in his arms again.

Belphegor

It occurred to Belphie one day after class as he was walking down the hallway. There was a couple leaning against the locker, engaged in a full display of public affection. They kept giggling and yelling “I love you!” at each other. Belphie fake gagged a little before moving past them.

But then it occurred to him. Is that kind of thing something... you wanted? Your relationship was relatively new both in terms of time and in that this was something Belphie wasn’t really experienced with. You were one of the people that knew him best though, apart from his brothers, and Belphie had just assumed that it would be okay to continue acting as he had always had around you.

What if secretly this was something you wanted as well? All of the endearments and displays of affection. Belphie hadn’t even- hadn’t even said the “L” word to you yet. This continued to trouble him even as he lied down for his afternoon nap. In his dreams he kept seeing visions of you crying while looking on enviously at other couples and asking, “Why can’t we be like that?”

By the time he sat down at dinner, Belphie was exhausted. And you of course noticed, especially since he was eating a lot less than he normally did. After dinner the two of you made your way to his room, where you were getting out some textbooks to study and he lied back down on his bed. “Hey Belphie, is everything okay? You seem a lot more listless than usual.

Belphie stared at you, contemplating whether to tell you what was going on. But in the end he decided against it. “It’s nothing, MC. Don’t worry about it.” His voice definitely didn’t sound like it was nothing. “Okay, Belphie. But let me know if you want to talk about anything, okay? I’m always here.”

For the next hour or so, you studied for your classes while Belphie tormented himself. He did love you. But he wasn’t good at expressing his feelings, especially in the way the couple in the hall had. What if that now you were dating, you expected him to change? Would he even be able to? Frustrated at the swirling questions in his mind, Belphie ended up blurting out “I love you!” to your back.

You turned around in your chair slowly, surprised at his sudden intensity. “I... love you too. Belphie, is everything okay? You’ve been acting strange all day.” He sighed. “MC, you know what kind of demon I am. I’m not good at all the... lovey-dovey stuff that other couples do. But if that’s what you want, I can at least try to be different.”

You shook your head. “I... honestly have no idea what you’re talking about. I know how you feel about me, Belphie. I don’t need you to be like “the other couples” because I fell in love with you and who you are. I don’t expect you to be someone you’re not. Where are you even getting the idea that I want something other than what we have?”

Ah, Belphie really did love you. There was no one else in the world that knew him so completely and still loved and accepted all parts of him. And... he just realized that he had said “I love you” for the first time by practically shouting it while your back was turned.

He got up and stood next to his desk. You were sitting and looking up at him, concern evident on your face. He smiled and leaned down to kiss you gently before mouthing against your lips, “I love you, MC.”

You could feel how hot your cheeks were as he moved away and went to lie back down on his bed. You pretended to be unbothered, flipping randomly through your textbook, but none of the words made any sense. You mumbled under your breath, “”You’re pretty good at lovey-dovey stuff.”

[justanotherrpmeme]

Consequences of Advanced Spellcasting

" Jesus, we could not have screwed up that spell worse, and we can't take it back. ” " Yeah, I don't really do slow. ” " There are certain energies, certain spells, which are far too powerful for one magician alone. ” " If you lose control, they will turn against you. They will kill you. ” " They will consume you. Change you... into something else. ” " Hey, babe, it's me. Um, ahem, just got your message. I'm so sorry, I got stuck. ” " Never gets old, does it? ” " Better than money. Better than sex. ” " We've both been so busy with school. ” " You're kicking ass. Just don't forget to manage your shit. ” " Now, try holding these. ” " So clean. Very advanced. ” " This might actually be hard. ” " What took you so long? I'm starving. ” " Welcome to our gracious abode. ” " Oh, come on. He's a high-strung super nerd. We love those. ” " I'm not an experienced drinker, ” " Wait, you don't wanna try it again, do you? ” " I need to know the truth, that's all. ” " Well, the last time we asked that question, somebody died. ” " Never mind. What do you care? ” " You're stupid. You have a stupid face. ” " The whole thing is fucking pointless. ” " You know, as a psychic, you'd think you'd have seen all this coming. ” " Okay, I'll work on it. Jeez. ” " So, it's got lots of space. Lots of light. It looks really great. ” " Okay, can we just talk about this now? Where is your head? ” “ Why do I feel like I'm talking to myself? ” " I'm--I've just been busy with class-- ” " Are you seeing someone else? ” " Why would you ask that? ” " I'm just--I'm starting to feel like the asshole. ” " Hey... I love you. You know that. Look, I know I've been moody lately, but... I feel a lot better. ” " We believe it's a garden variety haunting. ” " I just--I don't trust her. ” " Okay, look. I just-- I think trying to drown people seems a little violent. ” " He may not have even known what he was doing. ” " So you gonna tell me what's in the box or... ” " Shit. Uh, let me-- let me try it again. ” " Should be easy. You're distracted. ” " So how do you manage it all? ” " I'm not judging you. I started out like you and you have a good life. ” " All I know... you have to mean it for magic to work. ” " That wasn't so hard, was it? ” " Know what? I did hear about that. ” " Loathe as I am to admit it, I don't actually know anything. ” " Sit. Relax. Let your mind wander. ” " It's pretty simple. But you gotta start by letting go, tough guy. ” " That part of my life is behind me. ” " I know how it sounds, but I was young and... ” " You know how it is when you're that age. You get...terrible ideas. ” " I thought I could make him love me again. ” " Oh, some kind of love spell? ” " I thought if I could make myself prettier. ” " Oh...God. No one warned you how dangerous that was? ” " Wait here. I'll be back. I'm gonna fix this. ” " It was-- It was totally untested. ” " I begged him to stop, but he wouldn't, and that's when it went totally out of control. ” " I think we're close. Hold this, will you? ” " Let me do the talking. ” " What the hell are you doing here? You know these guys? ” " You say that like I had a choice. ” " So this is it, huh? The real you. ” " Do you ever stop to think about how maybe you treated me? ” " Why are you saying this? ” " No, that's not true. I-- You know how I felt about you. ” " Admit it. Just admit it. ” " So, you're gonna punish me for that? ” " I don't know what else to say. ” " I'm sorry, but I mean it. You could really get hurt doing this shit, and for what? Grow up. ” " Do you love magic? Is it in your soul? Is it like the secret heart of what you always were? ” " I made the mistake of thinking you were just psychic, but it... it's more complicated. ” " This is not a joke. You do not have the luxury to mess around now that this is out of the bottle. ” " You will study this. You will master this. Do you understand? ” " I don't know what happened. I don't know how it got so bad. ” " How long were you to douchebags gonna leave me out there? ” " Look, they're not even alive. Th--they're... something else. ” " What? Just because you couldn't do it? ” " You're making it up as you go along ” " I'm not patronizing you. I'm telling you that this is not a good idea. ” " I was kinda surprised you called. Thought you disappeared again. ” " You wanna talk about it? Please? ” " I-- I don't know how to talk about it. I got involved with something. ” " I started taking it when I was applying to grad school, and then I was taking more and more. ” " I-- Can I-- I don't know, can I hug you? ” " I can't believe it's you. I missed you so much. I don't even know what to say. ” " It's not gonna work. You have to stop. ” " Why did you think you had to save me? "

[peace-for-levi]

Help from Papa [Levi x GN!Reader]

Levi Taking His Daughter to Preschool Headcanons

i have mad baby fever so my tiktok always shows me stuff like this. this was inspo for these headcanons !

w/c: 1,024

t/w: use of the word mommy by the daughter, so afab reader can be assumed but otherwise sfw. self-indulgent, tooth rotting fluff

[D/n] = daughter's name

@maries-gallery you asked for some fluff earlier UwU

Maybe it happens while you are away on a business trip so Levi is doing the run to kindergarten. You and him were anxiously texting the night before on how you might get her in to kindergarten. She had terrible separation anxiety from you already - who normally took her in while Levi left earlier to work - so him trying to get your daughter out would be a challenge for sure. It worked out that you did more of the parenting in the morning and normally took care of things like this, while Levi helped out with the night routine more. He texted you not to worry, being the wonderful husband he was.

"Even if it takes me all morning, I'll get her to school." Came his message.

He had a meeting this morning that he had to get to on time, but he texted and emailed everyone he needed to ahead in case he was late. Most of them had no issue, but it would probably mean doing work when he got home.

He wakes your daughter up by flicking the switch on and leaving the door open. He'd let her get up in her own time, but he'd make noise in the kitchen to speed the process along.

Neither of you are overly concerned about this separation anxiety as starting playschool/kindergarten is a huge step in a toddler's development. Your daughter was probably going to take a while adjusting

Kindergarten started at 9.30, so he still had time. But when the pancakes and cut-up fruit he made were starting to get cold, he meandered up the stairs again. When he walked into the bedroom, he noticed she wasn't in her bed but the covers had been pulled down over it.

"Hiding again, [D/n]? Come on now, we don't have time for this today."

Again, he'd let her come out in her own time. While she hid under the bed, he sorted out an outfit. A teal-coloured, long-sleeved top and denim dungarees. He pulled out her knickers, socks and running shoes from the bottom drawer.

"...Daddy?" the voice came.

Levi finished folding the clothes for her and knelt down by the bed, picking up the quilt. "Yes, petal?"

She crawled out and stood up, and Levi made haste to get her dressed as she babbled. "I don't wanna go, Daddy."

"I know you don't," he sighed. Of course he felt sorry for her - who wanted to be forced to go somewhere they didn't wanna go? "But you always come out super happy. It's just mornings you don't like, hmm?"

Her shoulders did an "up-down" saying she didn't know. Levi turned her around as he went to go (or make an attempt) at plaiting her hair.

The two ate breakfast and got ready, all the while your daughter trudged and dragged her feet. He zipped up her coat and ruffled her hair in an attempt to cheer her up.

Whenever Levi did take your daughter, he'd carry her in his arms with her legs wrapped around his waist. She'd whisper nonsensical secrets in his ear or she'd scratch his hair. This morning, she was quiet. Levi didn't try force her to speak, but he felt his heart shrivel up for part of the walk.

He lets her down with her lunchbox as she walks into the building. Levi is never more than two feet away. She'd run ahead sometimes and whirl around to see if he was still there.

He always was.

"Go on, [D/n], I'll be right behind you."

She kicks up another fuss - this time, a tearful fuss - when he goes to leave. He sighs heavily and walks back. The playschool teacher is holding her hand, trying to get her inside. Levi looks at the teacher and winks.

"I'll stay outside for as long as you need me to." (He obviously had to leave for work, but he'd hang around for 15 minutes.)

And of course, she was fine after that. It's the initial fear of him leaving but she met a friend inside and quickly forgot all about him.

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"You left me behind!" she wailed in the backseat of the car. Everytime Levi levi "abandoned" her, it was always a tearful car ride. No amount of comforting words, singing, or jokes would help her.

He gently said "shhhh, shhhh" every now and then, but she just wailed. He passed his phone back to her on the Notes app and drew some squiggles and that reduced her cries to whimpers

Levi wasn't driving them home though.

"Handies." He asked, and pulled her out of her car seat and zipped on her coat again.

They walked through the airport hand-in-hand as they waited for your return.

Still calming down from her meltdown, she wiped her nose against Levi's sleeve, with earned her an, "Oi, don't be such a brat." He looked down at his sleeve and cringed at the stain.

They continued to walk to the Arrivals section and Levi squeezed her hand, and she squeezed back, and this back-and-forth continued. It was dead silence until...

"MOMMYYYYY!"

You stopped dead in your tracks and knelt down with arms open wide as she ran over. Your suitcase started to roll away but in that moment you didn't care. You embraced your daughter and she was all giggles and you were shedding a few tears of joy. You picked her up and cradled her in your arms. Your husband rolled your suitcase over to you again. You leaned forward and kissed him as he took your daughter back so that you could carry your things.

"I heard you had a great time at school today!" you beamed.

She nuzzled against her dad's cheeks. "Dad helped me."

You smiled at your husband and patted his back. You had every faith in him that he'd do a good job while you were away. He always did. For both your sakes, he'd go above and beyond in every area of life.

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