#sorry if the formatting looks weird i wrote it down in my notes app

[idiottweets]

40, 48, 50?

40. If you could do some kind of historical swap (i.e. place a ghost in a different period from their own), who would you choose and what period are they from now?

My first thought was Mary in current times! I would be really interested to see how her personality and beliefs would work these days (as a human, not a ghost), and how she would live, and how she would die.

48. What do you think the ghosts' jobs would be in a modern living-human AU where they're all just chaotic housemates?

Cap: headmaster

Mary: gardener? florist? something with plants

Robin: electrician (heh)

Thomas: struggling writer

Julian: i cannot see Julian as anything but a politician

Kitty: singer/dancer

Pat: a primary school teacher, and probably still a scout leader

i can't think of anything for Fanny and Humphrey!

50. Name an AU you haven't seen someone create content for, but which you'd love to read a fic or see some art for.

I'm not a big AU person, but I would really like a fic where other paranormal creatures exist in the Ghosts universe, so eg whenever there's a full moon you have a werewolf running around the woodland area outside of Button House, and Mary was an actual witch

[a-mossball-with-a-pen]

“Cuddling Hcs For Mha Characters”

Characters: bakugo, todoroki, mina, denki, shinso

Genre: fluff

Pronouns: he/him(bakugo), he/him(todoroki), she/her(mina), he/him(denki), he/him(shinso)

Notes: I wrote this while I’m on a plane so I’m slightly sleep deprived and hungry. still hope ya like it! also sorry for the weird formatting I wrote this on another app

“Katsuki Bakugo”

where do I start with this hot-head hm…well you’d have to catch him when he isn’t busy, ie: studying, training, etc. even then there’s no guarantee that he’ll even say yes to your request, but still nice to try anyways right.? let’s say you catch him when he’s studying in his dorm(did you barge in? yes no).

once you asked he clicked his tongue “annoyed” before scooting back his chair. You kind of stand there in slight disbelief before he yells(albeit in a much softer tone than usual) at you to “hurry up, or else you’re getting kicked out so I can work”. You quickly made your way over carefully getting onto his lap, and resting your chin on his shoulder.

you feel one of his arms wrap around your waist as he nestled his face into your neck. you were going to question it before deciding not to from the side-eye he gave you, as you relaxed into him practically melting(ig). He let out a heavy sigh as the sound of pencil scratching at paper fills the comfortable silence, I guess he really needed this huh?

“Shoto Todoroki”

gotta love this pretty dense idiot, he loves doing anything with you but physically affection wise…he’s a bit hesitant. I take him as a person that likes showing his love through actions/gifts, along with the fact hes never experienced anything remotely positive physically. but he’ll try, for you :).

let’s say you both are hanging out in his door reading in comfortable silence. before you break the silence with a soft whisper of a request, and he looks at you a little shocked before nodding his head. “of..of course we can cuddle, if that’s what you want.”, so you both start with ‘normal’ cuddling as in hugging each other while laying down(ig- I don’t know how to describe cuddles man). but that doesn’t work for poor shoto, he’s as stiff as a board but he’s trying really.

so you put your book on the night stand and directed shoto to sit and lean against the back board of his bed. now your sitting inbetween his legs as his arms wrapped around you, he leaned his head into your shoulder. you moved a bit to grab your book again opening it back to the last chapter you were at, now your both reading again, together!

“Mina Ashido”

I feel like mina is definitely the most physically affectionate(apart from maybe denki and a few others) but she adores loving on her s/o and her s/o giving her the same treatment! it’s honestly adorable and no one can be mad about all the pda(ok maybe mineta but whatever)

you two are having a spa day! curtsy of mina saying you need to take care of yourself(which y’all need to do, give yourself a break man <3). you two talk about nonsense, plans, and even gossiping as the night progresses. soon you’re both all cleaned up from the various masks and treatments mina had insisted to do.

both tired you retire to mina’s bed as you lay facing away from her. in your groggy state you feel the light sensation of arms around your hips/waist before being suddenly tugged in back hitting her chest. her legs tangled with yours as she curled around you content as she started to drift off, a small smile formed on her face as you gently held her arms. drifting off as well.

“Denki Kaminari”

this loveable dork has also made the list of being one of the most physically affectionate(in my opinion). I say this because I feel like he stammers a lot when it comes to his words, yes he may have his smooth moments but for the most part. he’s usually all over you both physically and words wise even if he makes his mess ups, it’s cute of course.

now let’s say, you find denki after someone had made him short circuit(ahem bakugo ahem), and everyone is laughing or giggling at denki’s current state. you were obviously furious as you walk up taking denki’s hand getting him out of there to a much more secluded space. you sit him down as you inspect him for any injuries. small tears sprung to your eyes as you thought back to the situation, as you kneeled down infront of him hugging tightly.

he let out a few incomprehensible words/noises but he sounded content as he relaxed into you. sadness still stung in your heart as you nuzzled into he’s neck tears really threatening to spill, as you whispered a muffled “I’m so sorry kami..” . he once again tried responding still only spewing out gibberish as his arms wrapped securely around you. while his muddled brain didn’t let him understand the severity of the situation, he still understood you were upset and he didn’t like that.

“Hitoshi Shinso”

this deprived chronic bed head, also strikes me as a person who isn’t physically affectionate. because no one wanted to be near him due to his “villainous” quirk, also that reason probably brings along many other negative physical contact.

you suddenly sat up in bed hands springing to your mouth to cover a scream as tears streamed down your face. you swallowed thickly and with shaky hands you pulled off your covers. Suddenly you hear a knock at your door as you got out of bed to answer it. There stood the tall purple haired boy concern written on his tired face, as he pulled you into a hug seeing your shaken up state. he whispered soft reassurance as he picked you up, walking into your dorm shutting the door behind himself.

soon he lied you back in bed following right after, he got both of you comfortable with your head resting on his chest near his heart. the sound of his heart beat was reassuring after the nightmare you just had. eyes slowly fluttering close as you fell asleep to the sound of his voice and comforting presence. shinso looked down at you a gentle smile on his face, he’ll always be there to protect you, from everything. as he watched you peacefully sleep he started to drift off as well, which is a pleasant surprise.

[duckymcdoorknob]

Hi its me! If it’s alright, I’d love to order (apologies if the formatting is weird- I wrote this in the notes app to make sure I did it right):

A box decorated with glitter- white + milk chocolate(platonic! Chifuyu and Baji) all square shapes with half chili and half lemon crème? :3

I bring this cute ducky gif as a offering :3

TOKREVVVVV!!!!!!

YES YOU CAN I AM VERY THE E X C I T E D

CANT WAIT TO BULLY ONE OF MY FAVS

Thank you for the payment, I accept!

CW: Tickles below the cut!!

𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑜𝑥 𝑤𝑎𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑙𝑦 ❤︎

Rainy days in the base are absolute torture for poor Baji. Not only can he not go outside because of illness risks, he has to stay pent up inside with his friends. And mother of god, how are they THIS boring? They’re gang members for crying out loud! I mean who knew that Draken liked horror stories?

As Baji surveyed the room, he couldn’t help but become even more bored. He did, however, find Takemichi and Mikey’s antics to be quite enthralling. The two blondes had made cardboard box forts, pretending to be rival kingdoms. As for Draken, the co-captain found himself seated patiently in Takemichi’s cardboard castle, engrossed in a book.

He curved around to spy Chifuyu and Mitsuya, who were absolutely glued to the table. In a fit of boredom, Chifuyu had asked Mitsuya to teach him how to sew, resulting in the entire afternoon being busy. His greatest creation? A small stuffed teddy bear.

Baji approached the table, sitting across from his buddy, “My my, what have we here?”

Without averting his gaze, Chifuyu replied with “Sheer focus and my own handiwork. Don’t make me prick myself with this needle.”

With a snort and a swipe of the teddy bear, Baji uttered “Oh? What’s this?”

“Hey! Give that back!” The blonde boy growled, placing down his current project.

“Oooh, so scary. What ever shall I do?” He teased, tossing it in the air and catching it repeatedly.

Except on the third catch, a stitch untied, and the entire bear began to deteriorate.

“Baji gasped. “Oh shit, Chi’ M’sorry.”

Chifuyu stood from the table and groaned. “Seriously? That was mine! And I was really proud of it!”

“I said I’m sorry!”

“Get over here!”

With a yelp, Baji pivoted on the ball of his socked foot and ran into the main room once again. Looking around frantically, the long haired boy completely stopped in his tracks.

“Baaaajiiii!” The angry boy yelled, bounding after him.

“Oooh someone pissed off Chifuyu.” Mikey cooed, adjusting his fast food crown.

“Mikey! Is there room for any peasants in your castle?” Baji yelped desperately.

“Hmmm.” The blonde boy thought, tapping his chin. “Not for runaway criminals. Sorry, Baji.“

Bronze eyes widened as socked feet lost their grip on the floor... Chifuyu had caught up and tackled Baji straight to the carpeting.

Four pairs of eyes met the duo, who was currently wrestling on the fluffy carpet. Now, Chifuyu was not expecting to win, given Baji’s fantastic strength. But what he wasn’t expecting was a clear-cut victory opportunity to appear right before his eyes.

The blonde’s eyebrows furrowed, staring down at the panicked boy beneath him. “Dude.”

Baji gulped.

“Did you just try to tickle me?”

“Maybe!” The long haired boy cried in defense, “Always works on Mikey!”

A gasp and a little yelp of “rude” emitted from one another of the castles.

“Always works eh?” Chifuyu thought out loud, reaching for the broken bear.

In natural response, his arm shot up in the air to keep it away from his friend.

The blonde took this opportunity to grab Baji’s wrist, holding it firmly above his head.

“Don’t you fucking da-ahahahare!” the long haired boy giggled as wiggling fingers came in contact with his underarm.

The group around them stared in awe. Baji giggles? He’s ticklish? Since when?

“Well, well well.” Chifuyu quipped, “If it isn’t the consequences of your actions.”

“Leheheheave mehehehe alohohohone!” The trapped boy whined, writhing a bit to try and escape.

“Oh I am never leaving you alone after this!” The blonde chimed, “breaking news: Big, Bad Baji. ToMan’s most intimidating member, taken down by some tickles.”

As he moved his free hand down to prod at Baji’s ribs, the boy snoreted. “This just in! He snorts! You heard it here, folks.”

“Chihihifuhuhuyu! Ihihihill kihihill yohohohou!” The brunette whined as his face flushed from the teasing.

“I don’t think you have the abilities to do that, bossman.”

Baji’s laughter rose in volume as Chifuyu started to dig into his stomach. “Because last time I checked, I wasn’t the one pinned to the ground and getting tickled.”

“CHIHIHIFUHUHUYUHUHU! STAHAHAHAP!”

“No! You broke my bear! I spent ages on that!”

“Chifuyu I can make you anoth-“ Mitsuya interjected, but ultimately ceasing. Who would pass up a golden opportunity like this, to see Baji lose his mind over something so childish?

The blonde boy’s fingers poked around every single toned muscle of Baji’s torso, eliciting the most desperate laughter he had ever heard.

“IHIHIHIM SOHOHOHORRY! JUHUHUST STAHAHAP!”

The long haired boy squealed in agony as Chifuyu let go of his arm and suddenly began to squeeze both of his thighs.

“GAH! NONONONOHOHOHOHO! CHIHIHIHIFUHUHUHUYU! IHIHIHIT TIHIHIHIHICKLEHEHES!”

“And? I don’t think I’ve heard you complaining yet.” The evil blonde chimed.

“IHIHIHITS TOOHOHOHO BAHAHAHAD! PLEHEHEHEHEASE!”

“Oh now we’re complaining?” With a few clicks of the tongue, and shakes of the head, Chifuyu continued to absolutely tease his best friend, “Y’know, Draken always told us that complaining gets us nowhere, except in a pre-school classroom.”

“SHUHUHUT UHUHUP!” Baji whined, shoving at the blonde sitting on his torso.

“This is pretty entertaining.” Draken whispered to Takemichi, both of them slightly peeking over the castle walls.

“I’m just glad I’m not Baji. Chifuyu’s mean. I would just die on the spot instantly.” the latter whispered, feeling touches ghost over his torso.

Finally, having gathered up enough strength, Baji shoved his assailant off of him. He immediately dove onto the blonde’s chest and tried to tickle him in the same spot as before.

“Not ticklish there!”

“There, huh?”

And that, everyone, is the story of how Chifuyu totally dug his own grave. It’s also the story of the great ToMan tickle fight, because in the end, everyone was somehow on the receiving end.

With some god-forsaken bit of luck, Baji pinched at the blonde’s sides, his most ticklish spot.

“BAHAHAHAJIHIHI! LEHEHEAVEHEHE MEHEHE ALOHOHOHONE!”

“No! You’re mean! All of the guys know I’m ticklish now, and I’m gonna make you pay!”

“Don’t worry, Chifuyu!” Takemichi chimed victoriously from his castle, “The king will save you!”

“Not if I can help it!” Draken chimed, roaring and pulling Takemichi to the floor, delivering the same treatment that Baji was giving Chifuyu.

“And then there were two…” Mitsuya quipped, slowly approaching his captain.

“Y’know what…” Mikey stated suddenly, laying across the floor with his arms up, “It’s been a few years. Go nuts.”

As Mikey’s giggles mixed into the group’s, the entire gang was very pleased for the rain outside.

❣︎𝑉𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑒’𝑠 𝐶ℎ𝑜𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡❣︎

—————♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎—————

[devildomdoofus]

Winter Storm

Part 1

Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan

WARNINGS:

‼️contains spoilers from chp. 16‼️

[[ angst, cursing, anxiety, fear/terror, depression, survival, near death experiences, mentions of blood/bleeding, hypothermia, dehydration, fainting, severe pain, cliffhangers ]]

Authors Note (sorry it’s long):

My sincerest apologies for how long you all had to wait!! I’m hoping what I’ve created was worth it. Because each brothers’ pieces were rather extensive especially being on mobile, I’ve decided to divide them into two parts where part one includes the four eldest brothers and part two includes the remaining. This is also to test the waters a bit and see if my writing style is decent enough to continue or if there are changes that need to be made before posting part two. Also, I purposefully wrote “cliffhangers” because I felt that, as reader, you should be able to decide MC’s fate for yourself according to your personal tastes/moods/etc. I hope it doesn’t come off as lazy.. it was intentional so that you may enjoy the content to the fullest and take it in the direction that you choose and not the author.CONSTRUCTIVE FEEDBACK IS ALWAYS APPRECIATED!! Good, bad, or indifferent, your feedback will help me write better for you in the future so you can enjoy my content to the upmost extent!! ALSO: If the spacing is weird with the paragraphs and such, I’m very sorry but for the time being, I have no idea how to fix that considering I’m on mobile and there’s only so much the app allows me to do. Anyway, I hope you all dig what I dish out! Thanks again for your patience, support, and understanding!! -DevildomDoofus

UPDATE (2-19-2021): Part 2 is out!! Unfortunately I don’t have enough content to make a master list quite yet but until then, forgive me, but you’ll have to search my blog using the hastag “devildomdoofus” or “my posts.” Don’t worry, I’ll get my blog in order eventually, I’m just a little slow with these kinds of things 😅 thank you for your patience and understanding!!

- DevildomDoofus

Prologue:

One word, a pair of twinkling eyes, and a pouty lip was all it took for you to convince him to vacation with you up in the human world. Maybe a few more ‘fluffy’ words and a bigger pout had to be used on Lucifer, as his paranoia was, more often times than not, justified by his brothers’ antics so... he needed further convincing.

When you two arrive at the cabin that you were to stay in for the week, you eyed the place over and it was rather beautifully decorated and cozy enough to never set foot outside for eternity, but with the wonderland that was just right outside your door, how could you not? By the celestial realm, it was like a dream. The ground was carpeted with fresh sheets or large comforters, rather of glistening white snow that reached just above your ankles, so soft to the touch that it could almost be compared to the cushy feel of Belphegor’s favorite pillow. The mighty mountains reach up to graze their fingers through the few clouds that wisp across the bluest skies... have they always been this blue? The nearby forest that towered over all, beckoned you to join them in their dance with the gentle wind. In other words, you HAD to explore! You set out on a solo trip to get aquatinted with your surroundings and take pictures to reminisce about later, while the one you came with unpacked your belongings to get rightfully settled in. You promised you wouldn’t wander far, just enough to really take in the scenery before venturing further out together. As a precaution, you dug markings on nearby trees as you tread and left stones in consistent, peculiar piles so that in the event of an emergency, any who might have to come looking for you would notice these things and easily be able to follow in your footsteps. Well, more or less, considering the clouds had secretly huddled up above you for another gentle snow shower and are now covering up your footprints. No worries though, right? You left plenty of stone piles and tree markings and you’re not even that far from the cabin. Someone could surely find you if you needed them to. You pushed onward, too entranced by the world around you to turn back now.

As time passed, storm clouds gathered faster than a pack of hungry wolves over a freshly fallen corpse and this became your cue to hurry home. To your dismay, you couldn’t find ANY of the markings you left on the trees or ANY of the stone piles you made. Ok, that’s not great but everything’s fine. The trick is to not panic. Maybe you just wandered a little farther of the beaten path than you realized. You’ll surely find your way back. As you searched high and low for your markings, the wind began to pick up, howling furiously in your ear and the once gently drifting little snowflakes became hardened, frosted hornets, stinging your face until they bit through your exposed skin and caused you to bleed. So much snow and ice, you could barely see 2 feet in front of you and could hardly lift your legs high enough to move forward as the levels of snow quickly rose to just above your knee. You had packed and dressed for whatever these snowy mountains could throw at you, but nothing could protect you from the fury of a raging blizzard for long. Pain from the dropping temperatures began at the tips of your toes and fingers and the longer you tried to find your way back, the more the pain spread and the harder it was to move anything at all. Everything inside of you, every fiber of your being was screaming for you to stop, for the pain was becoming too great but you just HAD to make your way back or you would surely die out here. These thoughts were starting to make you panic. Just as you were thinking it couldn’t get any worse, the wind grew even stronger and was starting to knock you to your knees. At this rate, you were causing more harm than good to yourself, perilously trying to toughen it out. Instead, you decided to find a makeshift shelter, just strong and big enough to keep the snow and wind off of you as you would attempt to warm up.

As if by divine intervention, you could make out a large rock formation with an opening big enough for you to huddle up under, just ahead of you. You ducked low and crawled in, hunkering down in your saving grace. As you shivered in the shadows, heaving and trying to collect yourself before deciding what to do next, you realized that numbness had settled into your limbs and you could no longer feel them, much less move them. You tried, desperately, over and over to inch them in any way but damn it, nothing would. Tears began to puddle at the corners of your eyes as your mind began to race. You should have never left the cabin alone. You knew better, you just couldn’t help yourself. The tears started to fall more and more as the thoughts started spiraling. How could you be so stupid? Now no one is going to find you and you’re going to die here, alone and deathly afraid. You could no longer contain your cries and in one last fleeting attempt to be rescued, you screamed for help with as much force as your withering lungs would allow. Nothing but the wind answered your cries. Before you knew it, your body was shutting down and your eyes fluttered shut right as you fainted against the rocky wall behind you. The panic, the wet and the cold, dehydration, the pain that once gripped your entire body that then turned to numbness, the overexertion, the hypothermia that was setting in; it was all too much for your body to handle anymore. Limp against the stone, you were quickly turning into a human icicle. This is how he finds you.

Lucifer:

Lucifer had been prepping for dinner for later that evening, as some meals tend to take an eternity to prepare, when the hair on the back of his neck pricked up and an uneasy feeling settled into his stomach. He could sense something was wrong even before the storm clouds rolled in. There was no way to explain it other than something is or was going to be terribly, terribly wrong. It’s the same feeling he gets when his brothers are up to no good or are in some form of trouble. It comes with the responsibility of being the eldest brother. He, indeed, trusted you enough for you to go alone for the simple fact that you were the most responsible out of his brothers, but that did not mean he didn’t still feel a bit uncomfortable with you out of his immediate supervision considering you’re human and humans tend to make many, many mistakes. You’re a child by no means and can handle yourself incredibly well, as evident by your time in the devildom and at R.A.D. He knows this and believes you could conquer the world if you so chose to do so. But even YOU know that he only acts and does these certain things that can come off as overbearing to some because he cares so deeply for you that he tries his damndest to prevent any harm that may come to you. Physcial or emotional, accidental or self-inflicted, whatever the case may be. He would give his life and soul up for you, just as he had done for Lilith. That is why this unsettling feeling in the pit of his stomach upset him so. He had to find you. He set out to look for you and quickly noticed a pattern. The markings and piles of stones, he assumed, were yours and, for a fleeting moment, it filled him with pride to know that you went about your adventure with a proper head upon your shoulders. Still, he had to see you and be able to hold you in his arms so that his worrisome mind could be put to rest. He followed the trail until it ended with you nowhere in sight. “MC, darling, what have you gotten yourself into this time?” Though calm in his demeaner, he was still fidgeting beneath the surface. Through the wind and hail that was picking up, he heard your cries from miles off and like a bat out of devildom, races to you. From pounding out of his chest to dropping through the crust of the Earth, Lucifer’s heart collapsed when he found you. “MC...” He rushed to your side in the blink of an eye and shouted your name over and over, but you didn’t respond. He rips a glove off and places two fingers to the side of your neck. Your pulse was so low, he had to press his ear to your chest, but even your heart was far too faint to be heard by human ear. Thank Diavolo he was a demon or he would have assumed the worst. You rarely see this man lose his composure, even behind closed doors. But now, when he looks at you and your state of comatose for the second time in his life, he becomes frantic. So many emotions racing through him, he doesn’t notice the tears welling in his eyes or his demon form breaking the surface. His fist clenches and he slams it into the ground next you, creating a cavity in the stone. He almost lost you once, he won’t let it happen again.

Before his emotions get the better of him, he swiftly yet ever so gently scoops you into his arms and immediately transports you both back to the cabin where he could try and warm you up and bring you back to your old self. Back to him. Bursting through the door, he rushes to place you gingerly onto the couch in front of the fireplace and carefully strips you of all the wet clothing, replacing them with warm, dry pairs. He wraps your neck with a thick scarf, slips fuzzy mittens on your hands, covers your head in a knitted hat, and drapes multiple blankets over your body. He then tosses wood into the fireplace, setting them ablaze before circling the couch and pushing it, and inherently you, closer to the warmth of the fire. All of this within the blink of an eye. He finally sits next to you on the cushions and takes you back into his arms, fearing that if he ever lets go, he will truly lose you once and for all. He’ll occasionally reach a hand up to the side of your neck or to your wrist, checking your pulse. Still too damn low. How in the devildom could he let this happen? For hours, he stays like this with you, keeping you so close to his chest that from the outside looking in, it would seem he was smothering you. The entire time he cradles you, he is mentally abusing himself for not being with you. For letting you go out alone. For not protecting you. For going against his better judgement and agreeing to come out here with you in the first place- no... that’s not it.. He’s frustrated with himself for you going against your better judgement and choosing him to be the one to come with you. Him of all people. He couldn’t protect Lilith in the Great War, he couldn’t protect you when Belphegor tried to kill you, and now here you are, lifeless in his embrace and fighting to stay alive once again because he couldn’t protect you from the storm. The tears began to fall from his eyes once more and they dropped onto your cheek. He looks down at you, cupping your face in his hand and tenderly wipes his tears from your skin. “Please,” he begs through the lips that threaten to quiver. “Please MC. Come back to me, darling.” He shuts his eyes and presses his forehead to yours over the knitted hat. Hoping, if only he could pray, for you to come back.

Mammon:

Before the storm even rolled in, Mammon went looking for you. It was unnatural for you two to be separated for this long and he didn’t like it. Not one bit. “Damn it, MC! We’re supposed to be doing this stupid vacation thing together,” he grumbles, as he stomps out of the house in a little Mammon tantrum. He saw your markings on the trees and piles of stones and began to think you set up the whole ‘going on a solo adventure’ thing as a prank. He chuckles to himself and beams a bit in pride. “My clever little human, turning into me.” A seemingly great idea at first, but the more he thought on it, SERIOUSLY thought on it, the more that two Mammons seemed like a bad idea. But he’d like to go over the so called ‘bad idea’ with you if he could just find you. He followed your markings until they stopped and that’s when the storm clouds rolled in. He was starting to get nervous. Yes, you hid and jumped out at him in an attempt to scare him on numerous occasions (which hardly worked, considering he was a demon and quite frankly, a powerful demon at that) back in the devildom but... this situation seemed different. Having been around you and your person the longest, he gained a sixth sense specifically for you. Your warm presence, your delectable soul essence, your precious voice, your thoughts and feelings, your wonderful heartbeat; he could feel them all, even when you returned to the human world for a bit. He could feel them all until now and it felt like he had gone numb. His nervousness turned to anxiousness. The only other time this numbing sensation has happened to him before is when Belphegor tried to off you right in front of him. He so very often wishes he could just wipe those memories from his mind forever...

For a moment, he thinks he can hear your voice, as faint as it is. “MC!!” He follows the direction he thinks your voice is coming from and calls your name again but with no reply. Then he hears it. One ever so minute thump of your heartbeat. He follows the sound like a wolf after a lamb until he comes across the little miniature cave his lamb had taken shelter under. He crawls in and he‘s instantly frozen in place. “MC?” You’re.. ? No you couldn’t be, you just couldn’t be. “C’mon MC, qu-quit foolin’ around. We have to go home. It’s s-storming like crazy out there, ya know?” Only the little echo of the cracks in his voice are his reply. He takes one of your hands in his and- shit! They’re so cold! Colder than when held you that time you were almost kill-NO! He lets go of your hand and grabs you by the shoulders instead, shaking you frantically. “MC, please, ya gotta wake up! This isn’t funny anymore!” The longer he shook you with no sign of you waking up, the more his eyes glazed over with tears. “MC!! WAKE UP!!” He growls, frustration and demon form taking over. Your body slides like a rag doll into his arms and that’s when he finally realizes that this is no prank and you’re in serious, serious danger. His heart disintegrates in his chest and nothing could stop the tears from cascading down his face like rain. For just a few moments, he sits there in that cave, holding your frozen body in his arms and rocking you as he cries heavily into your hair. He’s so hurt, so fucking hurt that this is the second time that he couldn’t protect you when he said he would. But by Diavolo, he had to keep trying until the absolute very last millisecond.

He gets a grip on himself, cradles you tightly into his embrace and skyrockets back to the cabin. Once there, he’s doing anything and everything in his power to get you warm. Heated blankets, warm and dry clothes, thick gloves, fuzzy hats, warmed pillows and cushions, a fire in the fireplace, the thermostat cranked up by 5 degrees, EVERYTHING. He even went to the extent of placing his bare hands into the fire, pulling them out to cool them down to an appropriate temperature, and then placing them over your ears, under the hat and across your forehead, or he would cradle your face in his hands to gingerly brush his warmed thumbs over your cheeks and nose. He simply could not sit still. There had to be something more he could do to help you, something more he could do to make up for his mistakes. He couldn’t stop no matter what. He loved you too much to give up so easily.

Leviathan:

Leviathan had originally intended to get both of your belongings unpacked as quickly as possible so that later that evening, you two could have a video game binge with the new game the TSL franchise came out with, honestly he did, but... as soon as he turned on the tv to test the reception in the area, one of the human shows you often mentioned to him popped up on the screen and he was instantly glued to the couch. The characters were as entertaining as you had described them in that cute way where your eyes sparkled and lips curled into a smile. He loved the way you beamed with joy He loved y- He couldn’t pry his eyes away from the screen, not even for a second. That is, until 20 minutes later and the show turned to static. “Oh for crying out loud,” he grumbles as he clicks the tv off and tosses the remote to the side. It was just like this normie of a human world to have terrible reception, especially during an intense episode. Surely he had it recorded somewhere back in his room in the Devildom. With newfound boredom, he stepped to the window and looked outside. Sheesh, it had gotten dark rather quick. It would be an awful shame for someone to be stuck out in this impending weather, just as the food in TSL had been stuck in terrible weather that The Lord of Fools sent The Lord of Flies. Such a kind gesture from the Lord of Fools, considering his former lover, Geldie, was found frozen in- “OH SHIT! MC!!”

He kicked open the door and stumbled around in the snow and gusting winds before getting his snow legs, then frantically circled the cabin, looking for any sign of you. He finds the markings in the trees and little stone piles and figured that they must belong to you. As he tread, he couldn’t help but beat himself up for letting you go alone, especially considering neither of you knew the area well enough. He understood, more than anyone in all the realms, that time alone is sacred and shouldn’t be interrupted without a legitimate reason. But even still, he wished that you would have teased him to go with you, like you often times did, until he would inevitably cave and follow behind you as he would then talk about the situation being “like that one scene from that one anime we watched together where the male protagonist somehow turns into a puppy, lost and confused, until the female protagonist comes along and takes him in and loves him for who he is and he turns back into a human and follows her around like he did when he was a puppy and-...” The rest of the walk would be filled with talks of which anime or show or video game resembled each moment you two shared.. and you loved every second of it. His eyes lit up like the sun shone right behind them and his precious little grin when he would recall humorous scenes. He would blush when he caught you staring and stumble over the next few sentences before eventually shutting up and just holding your hand (for safety of course) as you giggled at him for being so damn cute. His memories of those times kept him warm as they could as he continued onward in search of you, hoping that you weren’t in too much danger. But with how little mercy the storm was showing him, the possibility of you being safe and sound was rapidly decreasing.

Your marked trail came to an end but you weren’t there. Instead, there was only the howling winds and cascading ice to mock him. Oh no, this is bad. This is very, very bad. He shouted your name in an attempt for you to hear his voice and be able to find your way to him but he received no answer. He shouted louder and louder but you simply wouldn’t answer. “Shit, MC, where the hell are you?!” Anxiety began to make its way through him and he had to lean against a nearby tree to try and collect himself. That’s when he could faintly hear your voice crying for help. He darted towards your direction, coming upon the shelter you hid away in and as he moved closer to you, he froze. You were deathly still and your skin was so incredibly pale compared to it’s usual hue. He couldn’t think, he couldn’t breathe, he was just frozen in place with nothing but your limp body and emotionless face in front of him. He had no clue what to do but try and wake you up as he swallows the lump in his throat to call your name. “M-MC?” No answer. He takes your hand in his. Shit, you’re colder than ice. “MC, pl-please... please wake up, MC.” The wind outside seem to laugh at him and his feeble attempt to wake you up. Tears welled in his eyes and the lump in his throat thickened, almost to a point where he felt he couldn’t breathe, much less cry. As his demon form creeps to the surface, he grabs your shoulders and gently shakes you. “MC, please!! I can’t do this without you!!” Your body droops into his embrace and his heart feels like it’s been dropped into a blender and turned to mush. For a moment, all he can do is stare at your solidified face and wonder why oh why was this happening to him. To his precious ‘Henry’... “That’s it!! Henry!!” He shouted to himself. What would Henry do for his loved ones? He wouldn’t sit here and feel sorry for himself, he would do everything in his power to help the ones he cared about most! Leviathan shakes away his tears, holds you tightly in his arms, and bolts to the cabin to attempt to save you. He wasn’t going to let himself get in his own way, he was going to try his damndest to save you and bring you back. To bring back his Henry.

Satan:

In the midst of folding and putting away yours and his clothes, Satan paused. Similar as much as he hated to be so to Lucifer, he had developed a sort of instinct to tell when something or anything was off and this sense was only heightened by his incredibly refined observation and detective skills. He couldn’t quite place his finger on it just yet but something was clearly off. That’s when he went looking for you. Knicks in the trees and your piles of stones made him feel a bit more at ease about going after you, as he felt you were at least intelligent about your endeavors and not as callow as most of his brothers seemed to be. That is, until the trail of markings came to a stopping point. It was difficult to admit, but this situation was throwing him for a loop. You wouldn’t have just randomly stopped placing markers for yourself unless something bad had happened and even then, you would have called for him using the pact if you were in danger, right? There had to be an explanation for all of this. He leaned against a nearby tree, neck deep in furrowed brow concentration until the sky darkened with thick, furious looking clouds stampeding in, breaking his many trains of thought. With a new indication of urgency, he continued onward in search of you. As the storm picked up, so did that ominous feeling and inherently his blood pressure. If this was your idea of a joke, it was highly inappropriate and if he’s blatantly honest, irritating, to say the least. Very. irritating. Although he was a demon and basically immortal, that didn’t negate the fact that he felt his time was precious and any amount of time with you was that much more precious. He had not come up to the human world, with the presumption that you two could finally spend some time alone together, just for the whole trip to be some pathetic excuse of a prank. You could do so much better; that he was certain of and for you to do something as lowly as this was an insult to his intelligence, his affection towards you, and an insult to him in general. He wouldn’t let his wrath, his sin, get the better of him nor would he ever use either against you but when he finds you, you will know very soon of his immense displeasure.

“Ugh...” He could hear how much he sounded like Lucifer as he is in punishment mode and it made him want to vomit.

Before the wind could really drown out any other sound, he thinks he hears your voice crying out through the storm. All of the anger that was building up instantly vanished and he hurries after you. Years and years (we’re talking thousands) of constant meditation, reading self-improvement novels, and studying a multitude of ways to strengthen one’s emotional fortitude, absolutely NOTHING could have prepared him for the way he felt when he found you. Frozen, limp, and lifeless against the stone; He didn’t have to touch you or call your name to know you weren’t going to answer. All of this was because he simply didn’t accompany you on your scouting trip.

It was too much. His wrath instantly took hold and his demon form bubbled to the surface. He wasn’t angry with you in the least, no. He was absolutely furious with himself because he didn’t protect you and he wasn’t there for you when you needed him most and he had no one else to be angry with but himself. Overcome with and blinded by the pure, white hot rage, he screams his broken heart out of his chest and into the sky above, and the earth trembled around you. The steadfast shelter that once braced against the harsh storm crumbled into trillions of pieces as the sheer force of his voice crushed them to bits. The trees no longer bent to the will of the blizzard, but to him and him alone. His anger practically created ‘an eye in the middle of the storm’ and all but Satan had stilled within it. As the last bits of his wrath dispelled and he could finally get a better grip of himself, he looked down at you before taking you in his arms as the storm closed back in around you. Using the last of his energy, he bolted to the cabin with you clutched to his chest and settled you onto the couch to start the warming process. More than anything, he wanted to reach inside of you, grab the coldness by its throat, rip it out of you, and proceed to pummel it into a fist-dug grave. He wanted to take your pain, your fear, your sadness and tears, everything that caused you harm and reign devildom upon them all. To make your suffering know the name of wrath, to know his name personally and properly. Yet all he could do is kneel at your side and wait patiently for your possible recovery.

[highsviolets]

of hyperdrives & hands: engineer!reader x obi-wan

summary: you’re fixing the hyperdrive on the Negotiator when a mysterious being pays you a visit.

word count: I honestly have no idea bc i wrote this whole thing on my notes app in the car lmao. (sorry if the formatting is weird/there are typos!!)

rating: G. but also, this is basically a love letter to Ewan McGregor’s gorgeous hands.

A/N: fulfilling a request for the lovely @aty-cgca7! ily, chasity! I hope it’s everything you were looking for 💖 also I know nothing about engineering or computers or hyperdrives so don’t come for me y’all 😂

of hyperdrives & hands, a fic by corellians-only

Brow furrowed in concentration, you squint in the hazy light. Reaching up to your forehead with your left hand, you slide your fingers across the surface of your skin, batting away renegade wisps of hair that had fallen away from your bun.

Maker, but it was warm down here, in the maw of this behemoth ship. You curse softly to yourself as a bead of sweat hovered perilously close to your eyelash, threatening to obscure your vision as you strain to locate the loose wire that had sent you onto the Negotiator in the first place. Hadn’t your father always warned your that space was cold? When you told him you had joined the Civilian Engineer Corps to help with the war effort, he had even cracked a joke about adding extra layers to your uniform.

You frown. Clearly, accomplished pilot though he was, you father had never been in the hyperdrive control center of a Republic Venator-class Star Destroyer.

Catching your distraction, you shake your head. No. You needed to focus. Now was not the time to question your father’s supposed space travel wisdom. There’s a job to be done. Hyperdrives did not fix themselves.

There she is. Rather than simply becoming disconnected, the wire had split in two, snapping under the pressure from the processing core directly above the unit. This was going to be more complicated than you thought.

For a few hours, the only sounds that filled the room were soft snip of wirecutters and the gentle thrum of the engines. As you start re-routing the stray wire, your mind begins to wander.

You had heard stories about Star Destroyers with entire hangers of processing cores for the shields alone. That their nav computers were the most accurate in the galaxy. That their holo encryption system was unbreakable (it wasn’t. You had written and sliced a viral code into their data key a few standard months back, just to see if you could). This was your first time on such a warship when it was in space, and while it was impressive, at the end of the day, it ran like any other ship.

Tali had been even aboard General Secura’s flagship, the Liberty, for a supply dump once and she swore that their weapons systems were the most flawless thing she had ever seen - barring General Kenobi, of course, she had added with an impish grin tossed your way.

Your not-so-subtle crush on the dashing General was an open secret among your platoon of female engineers. Most of them assumed it was because he was pretty and famous — he was on nearly every holomag cover, after all — but you knew better. You knew he was a good man. His hands told you so.

The first time you had seen General Kenobi, you had been playing in the undercity of Coruscant when a boy a little older than yourself had stopped to ask what you were building with the rubble left behind from an explosion caused by the nascent Black Sun cartel a few days earlier.

“I don’t know,” you had responded belligerently, upset at your endeavors having been interrupted - and by a boy, no less. “Why do you have a braid in your hair?” you continued. “I thought only girls had braids.”

The boy had adjusted his stance to stand up taller. “I’m going to be a Jedi,” he proclaimed. “I’m Obi-Wan,” he offered with a smile. His eyes flashed suddenly, and with a quick thrust, his hand extended into the dusty air. A sheet of durasteel that had been hovering precariously at the tip of the heap was now suspended in midair, mere centimeters from crashing down on your head. Even in the grim half-light of the slums, you could see sapphire eyes earnestly fixed on the hunk of metal. Strong, lithe fingers gestured gracefully. The object fell with a great crash a few meters away.

You could only stare in awe.

The faint sound a male voice calling had caused him to twist his head and listen. “I have to go.” He frowned. “Master Qui-Gon is calling me. I hope I see you again some day.”

He bowed slightly, then turned and trotted back toward his Master.

You had never been quite able to forget the teenager with pretty hands who had saved your life.

Nearly two decades later, you had seen him again. You and Tali had been sipping cups of caf before your shifts in the makeshift mess hall of a personnel loading area when you sensed his presence. Not in a Jedi way - you didn’t have a lick of Force sensitivity, you knew - but in the way you noticed that everyone seemed to speak a little softer and trail their eyes after the passing figure in white armor.

He had strode past the the two of you, hardly sparing a glance at two female civilian engineers and pointedly ignoring the sheer weight of the gazes trained on him. Later, over a pint of lomin ale, Tali has raved about his hair, and how “he had a shoulder to hip ratio that was sharper than a vibroblade, didn’t you notice?”

You had taken a sip of your drink and laughed good-naturedly at Tali’s antics. You had noticed him, to be sure, but you had been transfixed by his hands, not his muscles.

Back in the days before the war, when you were still a little girl, your father Aves had always told you to take note of a being’s hands. In the present moment, you smile as you refit the access panel on the hyper drive’s core reactor as a the memory comes to mind.

Even though he was a good father, Aves had been a man of mystery. Whatever it was he did for a living, it had blessed him with an intimate knowledge of guns, starships, and computers, and he had passed everything he knew on to his “blazing sun,” he used to call you affectionately.

“Blazing sun,” he would instruct you, “you can tell a lot about a being by their hands.” When he was satisfied he had captured your attention, the impression of a smile glowed across his face. He resumed cleaning his carbine rifle as he spoke, his voice low and smooth. “You can tell a lot about a being by their hands,” he intoned again. “Their trade. Their social class. How they hold a weapon. What kind of weapons they use. If they can pilot a ship. If their mind is focused or skittish.” The tall man had shrugged gently, an action that seemed counterintuitive to the grade A contraband blaster now resting comfortably in his expert grip. A new power pack slapped into place with a precise snap. “If you ever want to know someone” — he tucked a stray hair behind your ear tenderly, the other hand still clutching the blaster — “look at their hands.”

You begin tapping out routine codes on the core reactor to test the replacement wire. The various combinations of letters and numbers in basic and binary were muscle memory, and you stared in awe as your own fingers punch in the digits seemingly of their own volition.

Yes, it was General Kenobi’s hands that most enraptured you, you decided. Slender, calloused (you supposed - not that you had ever had the pleasure of testing that theory for yourself), extensions of strong, well muscled arms that indicated a strong degree over his motions. He had held them so softly at his sides that day in the mess hall. They had gestured animatedly as he walked alongside a clone commander, a graceful arc to his movements that made you think he would be a good dancer — or a formidable fighter.

The klaxon of an alarm drives you from your reverie. “Oh, kriff.” The latest code you had entered seemed to have caused the wires to short circuit, tripping an internal safety alarm.

“Kriff, kriff, kriff.” You continue to swear violently as you all but run over to the central computer console and entering a code to kick-start a program to halt the shrieking din. Within the minutes, the alarm bells stop, and you sag against the console in relief.

“Is something the matter?” a rich tenor voice asks from behind you.

Immediately you tense. In a singular, practiced motion, you pivot on your left heel and whip your blaster into your right hand simultaneously, turning to face the voice in a fighting stance.

“Freeze!” you call into the shadows. Your eyes scan the cavernous room methodically before settling on a spot a few meters in from the doorway where the light seems distorted. You take aim with your blaster.

“Justice, freedom, faith,” the disembodied voice replies calmly from the same spot.

Your eyes narrow. Whoever the being was, they had given the correct password. But the upper-class Coruscanti accent didn’t belong to anyone in your platoon, and who else would be prowling around the underbelly of General Kenobi’s flagship? There had been faint rumors of a lightsaber wielding Separatist operative. Maybe they were coming to sabotage the ship? Well, not on your watch.

“Step into the light,” you order, durasteel edging into your voice. “Keep your hands above your head.” The contours of the blaster are cool, comforting in your grip, soothing the blood rushing just beneath the surface.

A tall auburn-haired man steps into the light, arms raised. “Will this suffice?” he asked wryly, amusement playing across his features as you feel shock and embarrassment creep up your neck and onto your cheeks.

Stars above. I almost shot General Kenobi. A thousand thoughts race through your mind faster than light speed - some witty, some pragmatic.

But of course, what slips out is neither of those.

“Fierfek, you startled me,” you manage to spit out instead. It’s only your steel will that prevents you from collapsing from embarrassment on the spot. Feigning nonchalance you decidedly do not feel about almost murdering a war hero and childhood crush, you holster your weapon and turn back to the console.

“I gathered as much,” he returns, amusement still coloring his tone.

The room fell silent for a few moments as you run system diagnostics.

“What is it you’re working on?” This time, he’s so near you can feel the heat of his breath on the back of your neck. Well honed reflexes are faster than your brain, though, and it isn’t until you feel a gentle pressure on your elbow that you realize it’s raised to jab him in the throat.

General Kenobi’s chuckle seems to fill the room. “Are you sure you aren’t trying to kill me?” he murmurs. A shiver runs up your spine despite yourself and you feel your stomach start to coil.

You stare at the data steaming on the console until your eyesight begins to blur. “That depends. Are you trying to kill me, sir?” Maker, but you were mouthy today. What was wrong with you?

Kenobi releases your arm dropping his to his side. Immediately, you feel bereft somehow with the loss of his touch.

Peering over your shoulder, he asks, “hyperdrive problems?”

Kriff, does that man not realize what he is doing to you, muttering in your ear like that? Of course he doesn’t, you dolt, you tell yourself; he’s a Jedi. Not his fault you’ve had a crush on him since you were nearly eight years old.

“A replacement wire short-circuited the system and triggered an emergency code,” you respond as evenly as you can manage. A fresh sweat breaks out across your forehead as another complex code dances across the screen.

“What code is that?” He reaches out as though he could absorb the masses of data contained in the system through osmosis. Maybe he can. You’re not a Jedi.

The movement serves a different purpose for you. Something wet and bright glistens as his hand moves into the blue light of the console.

“You’re bleeding.”

He glances down and grimaces. “It’s nothing. Just a scratch.”

You arch an eyebrow. “Doesn’t look like it to me.” Blood is starting to gather around an incision slashed across his right hand.

He opens his mouth to retort no doubt, but you beat him to it. “Don’t give me that bantha dung about Jedi business.” A grease stained finger jabs in the direction of his chest.

Kenobi’s face remains impassive. When he doesn’t respond, you roll your eyes, and, tugging at his elbow, drag him over to the glow lamp near your workstation.

He continues to scrutinize you, and you look down at yourself, wondering what he’s staring at. Your coverall sleeves are rolled up, there’s sweat gathering at your collarbone, and you feel the grimy mixture of dust and stale perspiration coating your face. You’re a hot mess if there ever was one.

Resolutely, you ignore the flush on your cheeks and the steel of his gaze and rummage for a bandage in the care pack attached to your hip. Several excruciating seconds later you find one and tear it open.

It’s when you’re grasping his hand in one of yours the he finally speaks. “I’ve seen you before.”

His cool composure inspires a sudden flash of irritation. “You seem rather certain sir,” you say as you apply a bacta salve.

“Because I am,” he responds mildly. His hand grips yours tightly when you apply the bandage, and you almost asphyxiate on the spot. You were right — his hands are calloused.

“Well, consider this your repayment from saving a girl from durasteel in the Coruscant under-levels about twenty years ago,” you answer with a quick smile. It’s hard to be angry when Obi-Wan Kenobi is in effect, holding your hand.

Reluctantly you release him from your grasp, letting your hand drift down to your side.

The General inclines his head in thanks, then glances back at the computer. “Is the hyperdrive fixed, then?”

You nod, stuffing supplies back into your pack. “I modified the code and replaced the wire so it should be okay.” You meet his eyes. “I’ll be with the ship until it returns to Coruscant, so if there any problems I’ll be available to assist, sir.”

You turn to leave, but he reaches out and catches your hand. “And who do I have to thank for such diligent caretaking of both my ship and my hand?” he inquires. His touch is like satin against your dirty hands and you grin in spite of it.

You consider for a moment. “A blazing sun,” you tell him.

You smile as you make your back to your quarters. Yes, you could tell a lot about a person by their hands.

[prorevenge]

Oops... no more kids for you!

For some context: I’m a 41 year old male and I am from Ontario. I was in a relationship with a real prick when I was 37 (blinded by love). I found out that she had been cheating on me, and had been neglecting our our only son Jones (age 4). My ex will be B short for bitch, I am me and my son is S. Now on to the story!

P.S I’m on mobile so sorry for any weird formatting or errors!! And grammars not really my thing so if it sounds a little weird sorry. Also sorry for any inconsistencies I wrote this over multiple days on my notes app.

When I met B we were at a small pub. She was so beautiful (solid 9/10) and once we started a conversation she seemed to good to be true ( yup). I loved being around her and she seemed so sweet. This facade was kept up for around 3 months. Then once we took our relationship further she began to be very protective and clingy. Manageable stuff. Then she starts telling me that she wants kids and to move in together. This took me by surprise as we were only dating for around 5-6 months at this point. I said fuck it and rented out an apartment with her. We both were to pay 50/50 and all was pretty good. Until one day we did the deed and she went to bed as normal. I wake up the next day to go take a shower before work ( boring ass 9-5 ) and I see our condom, yes I know fucking disgusting but I take it off before ejaculating so it was clean. It reminded me of last night obliviously so I go over and ask her how it was. She said it was regular and that I needed to get to work. So me thinking I was being perfect blamed it on the condom. Next time we were getting down I rawed it. And what do you know, morning sickness, she come out positive. Fuck. We were only 1 year in. I realized that I was going to be a father, I got my shit together and started saving for my kid. 8 months rolls by, B is getting more and more irritable and annoyed but I blamed her being pregnant and her hormones were going wild. Finally after waiting and waiting for the day my baby boy is finally born. He looks just like me with B eyes. She was always with the little dude as she was breastfeeding and such, but right around S 6 month she seemed to be leaving him with me a lot and going to the gym to “burn off baby fat” and having a lot of “ girl time”. Me being overwhelmed was okay with this, and could only imagine how hard having a child in you could be. However I was still working my job and could only be at home awake for around 4-5 hours after work. In that amount of time i found myself being left with S for most of it.

1.5 years go by and the same shit keeps happening, being tired at work then going straight home to keep my S company while B is out doing whatever lie she came up with that day (shopping, supper with girls, nails, hair etc..) I just about had enough. I comforted her about it and all she had to say was : “ Sorry hun, not really up for this mother thingy” I was fucking enraged. You housed this child in your body and don’t want it any more. I couldn’t believe her.

By the time S is ,3, B is barley in the house when I’m there, complaining of “I was with him all day give me a break!” Which she wasn’t, he is at day care all day. I would know I pick him up and drop him off. Anyways I had enough I was going to either get her to take care of S more or move out.

I tried sitting her down multiple times, just trying to get her to figure this out with me. Whenever she did I always got the same answer. “I’m trying my best okay and if you don’t believe me then leave asshole!” So I did. Which meant I had to pack my shit. While doing so I found something I’ve never seen before hidden in the very back of the clothes rack, hung up. It was a medium sized t shirt (black) and I was definitely a large to x large guy (6’2” 240 pounds) so I picked it up and saw a fucking name on the tag. This guy deadass wrote his name in his shirt and left it at my house. Written like this Billy Boy (not real name obliviously). So I take the shirt, and ducking dip. The end

I’m fucking around I took that shirt and snooped a little more. I looked up his name in Facebook and he came up as a 21 year old male ( ex was around 45 ) relationship status dating and he had multiple pics of B on his timeline. So I found the little shit what am I gonna do now. I need my son, but I needed a plan. I decided to seek legal help. I was told to take her to court for neglecting S. I forgot to mention this previously but we have a baby monitor in my house to watch over S bed when we are sleeping and such. But it records stuff from 48 hours then deletes if it’s not saved. I ran over and checked out what I could find on it. I found hours of S crying while only B was home ( she worked 11-6) so I would’ve been at work. You can see her walking into the room multiple times and leaving while he is bawling, she wouldn’t feed him, give him milk, rub his back, nothing. Then I found a clip of her walking in on him throw up, she walks out for 2 and a half hours then finally comes back in and cleans it up.

This bitch was done.

I took all the evidence I had to court and had her sent away for neglect. I got full custody of my son and I couldn’t be happier. I got the apartment. Life is good without assholes in it.

(source) story by (/u/goatman-and-a-half)