#but it’s wild whenever I meet people who don’t give a fuck

[stuckinapril]

how do some people just go about their day without crippling anxiety?? that lifestyle is so beyond me i cannot even conceptualize it. i have to hype myself up to do even the simplest shit

#had a meeting w a prof today and was actively hyping myself up while walking to his office LMAO #side note but bc of tumblr’s demographic & the general vibes here I assume everyone around me irl struggles w the same underlying anxiety #(which is not true) #but it’s wild whenever I meet people who don’t give a fuck #or I should say simply don’t have anxiety bc anxiety is not always a choice/mindset #it’s just like. how do u exist?? without affirmations I’d be NOTHING #p

[lilyarchived]

distanced [simon "ghost" riley]

a/n: can you tell i like writing angst?

warnings: swearing, hurt to comfort, fem outfit, a little ooc if you squint, 1.201 words oops

summary: after a fight with ghost, you don’t pay any attention to him for the whole day, deciding it’s what he wants anyway.

“forget it, you’re a fucking asshole.” you sniffle, turning your back and grabbing your keys, storming out of the little apartment complex you two had been sharing for 6 months. his breathing was heavy, his huge form heaving up and down as he just watched you leave. ‘that’s it, then?’ you think to yourself, hesitant to keep walking to your car. god it was freezing. you go to fix your coat but you haven’t brought one. sighing, you quicken your pace to the car. it was dark out. 

your drive to your old apartment was quick, it was 2 am and the only cars out were people who had night shifts. you just wanted to talk to him, that’s all. you just wanted to spend time with your boyfriend, that’s all; yet that seemed to set him off. screaming and tears were all that you remembered. you remembered how you flinched when he raised his hand to fix his hair. you remember his horrified look. you remember getting in your car and, oh. that’s now.

you reach your apartment and the first thing you do is lay down for 10 minutes to cool down. after deciding that’s enough moping around, you take a good look at your surroundings and decide it’s time for redecorating. you spent the whole early morning moving furniture around and hanging up new posters and renewing bedsheets, and adding new scents to your humidifier, and blasting feel good songs, and.. and.. you miss him.

never mind that, you finish up and decide to take time for yourself to unwind, showering, skincare, reading, and doing all sorts of your hobbies you haven’t gotten the chance to do. sitting comfortably on your polished couch as you flip through the pages of your book and take a long sip of your warm coffee, you start to appreciate life and yourself just a little bit more. that doesn’t help the fact that there is a part of you longing for him, missing how he’d usually be behind you cuddling, some documentary playing in the background as his soft snores fill the silence.

stop it! god! get a grip, [Y/N]! stop thinking about him! what’s so good about Lieutenant Simon “ Ghost “ Riley anyway!? it’s not like he makes you feel like you’re the only person in the world, not like he has that one soft look whenever it comes to you, it’s not like,, you love him. a long and exaggerated sigh came out of you as the realisation hits. you do love him. but what does it matter now? it’s been 4 long hours since you’ve seen him, he hasn’t even called! you check your phone again to look for any missed calls but all you get is a message from soap saying “yer late 2day?” ‘ohhh no.’ “shit.” you mumble as you search for your keys as you race to your car and get to the base as fast as you can. 

you blast through the debriefing room wearing a brown tank top with a brown cardigan hanging loosely, your moss green long skirt ruffled as you plop your messenger bag on the table, hair claw barely keeping your wild hair up. headphones still hanging on your neck as you apologise for being late. “glad to see you’ve dressed up first, eh?” price remarks with a small smile as he continues talking, your cheeks blushing from embarrassment, forgetting to get into uniform since you had left in such a rush. you straighten your hair as you take notes during the whole meeting, all while feeling a familiar pair of eyes scan your body.

you’re purposefully ignoring him, going straight to your office once the debriefing was over, despite his calls for your name. he didn’t wanna spend time with you? that’s fine, you’ll give him what he so desperately wants. you lock yourself in the room to take at least 3 minutes to just get a hold of yourself and breathe. you finally get up to do some of the paperwork you’ve been putting off, and get to price’s office to be assigned more.

“this is unusual, you want more work?” he raises an eyebrow at you before filing some more paper. “yes sir.” a hum is all you get out of him. you stand there for at least another minute waiting for more orders, that is until he calls in the man you’ve been dreading to see. “WHAT? NO. WHY WOULD YOU-” you shut up instantly as you hold your breath when his big frame comes in. “go help him out with drills, since you so badly want to work.” your captain’s sassy ass voice is making your eye twitch, but you nonetheless comply. you were the first to step out of the room infuriated and hot-headed, awaiting more orders from your lieutenant.  

as soon as you finish up helping the new recruits as ordered, you ignored your boyfriend's orders of wanting to talk after the drills. you speed walk to your room to lay down, bruised feet and sore back, whining and groaning at the pain. you immediately sit up as you hear your bedroom door creak open, wondering who it is since you had it locked. you go through the list of who could have your key and the only one to cross your mind is your boyfriend you’ve been ignoring for the whole day. and to no surprise it’s him, simon riley, who walks into your door and kneels beside your legs.

“what’re you doing?” you ask, rubbing your eyes and groggily shuffling your hair. he just sighs and starts massaging your legs, hoping you would take this as a silent apology. “god stop it, simon.”

he doesn’t listen to your complaints as he pushes your small frame (compared to his, i mean c'mon this man is a giant) on the bed, laying you down as he cuddles on top of you. “si- i can’t breathe.” he only shifts a little to the side so that he wouldn’t accidentally crush you with his sheer strength. “‘m sorry, didn’t mean to make you cry like that.” your eyes flutter shut as you calm your breathing, still being bear hugged by your lieutenant beside you. “was so worried, thought i’d never see you again.” his deep vibrating voice tickles your ears, making you slightly happy. the warmth you’ve been longing for was back.

“don’t you ever do that to me again.” you whisper, finally hugging him back and facing him for the first time in a while. “yes ma’am.” he replies, moving your stray hair strands back to see your face better. “won’t ever let you go again.”

a/n: outfit i was thinking of ,, anyway this was kinda like forced, i’ve been wanting to write this for so long and only got the time to do so now sooooooooooooo hope u like it mwua mwua stay hydrated

#rbn writes #cod mwf2 #cod mwii #cod x reader #cod mw2 #ghost cod #cod modern warfare #ghost x reader #ghost #simon ghost riley #ghost mw2 #ghost simon riley #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley #simon riley x you #cod angst #cod mw ghost #ghost angst #cod ghost #cod ghost angst #call of duty mw2 #call of duty mwii #call of duty #call of duty ghost #ghost call of duty #mwii #mw2 #ghost mwii

[rockstarhaechan]

nct dream members as my favorite songs

ꨄ this is my personal opinion cause those are my favourite songs but those songs mean a lot to me, so maybe you’ll like them too! also kinda posting this as a filler since i’m still trying to work off all reqs ://

ꨄ warnings: none

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mark reminds me a quick flow and a few synth notes that are a little outta space, whenever i listen to psytrance i feel like mark would enjoy it as well so i’ll say that “maya by electric universe” fits to him so much. it’s one of my all time favourite songs and i could never live without it.

renjun, his vibe is more like a classic rnb or even a little jazz, i usually don’t listen to that type of genre, but he also reminds me of “HDMI by BONES” cuz there also is a line which says “the only reason they wanna meet me is to say they fucking met me” and i think that really fits to renjun!

jeno ahhhh, i connect all erotic songs with jeno, idk why heh. but i have a lot of favourite songs when it comes to that genre, especially my favorite artist for that type of music, Rosenfeld! his music is so good omg, and when i think about jeno only one song crosses my mind “like you by Rosenfeld”, if i could marry a song i would for sure marry that one.

jaemin! i connect “night drive (200mph) by Aryabeats” with jaemin. i feel like you could carelessly have a best friend and a lover in jaemin who would drive 24/7 around the city with you so you could forget about your problems. jaemin is a keeper, so is this song. it frees me from problems i have.

haechan, there isn’t much i need to say about haechan cause every song can be connected to him when it comes to me. but i would give him “ecstasy (remix) by Suicidal-idol,6arelyhuman,syris” it’s also one of my all time favorites and it makes me feel better on bad days, just like haechan does.

when it comes to chenle i would say, a good pop song (which i don’t know lmao) but i connect “lucky7! by sadfrienddd, pozle” with chenle! the song is bad ass, chenle is bad ass what else you want more!

jisung, he reminds me of my favorite artist, which is darci. every song from darci works with jisung tbh, he just gives off the same vibe. but i would say “wild horse by darci” fits jisung the most! (it’s also one of my all time favs)

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just another reminder, everyone has a different music taste, i usually listen to a lot of phonk which is my favorite genre, so i connect a lot of people to those songs.

#nct #nct dream #rockstarhaechan #nct 127 #nct icons #nct u #nct imagines #nct lockscreens #nct moodboard #nct dream x reader #nct dream imagine #nct dream smut #nct dream imagines #nct reactions #nct x y/n #nct x you #nct x reader #nct dream x y/n #nct dream x you #nct drabbles #nct dream drabbles

[saintsir4n]

MORE SHELBY’S

when eden meets michael grey

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1921

“Oh Michael, this is your cousin-in-law, Eden.”

Polly proudly introduced her to her son, she clutched him tightly as he sheepishly fiddled with the cufflinks of his cheap suit. Eden waddled in with the help of Tommy, her bump was getting big and she was ready to give birth in days, everyone knew it.

Arthur and John snickered once they saw the astonishment on Michael’s face. Their young cousin knew that Tommy, the head of the family had a wife, but she didn’t know what she looked like, every time he asked his mum… Polly, she answered, like one of the few people to rein your wild cousins in. It was the understatement of his fucking life, and Eden was truly a stunner.

“I can’t be that big can I?” Eden asked, with a smile. “Tommy, you said I wasn’t that big.”

“You look beautiful alright,” Tommy rushed out, with a hand resting on her back.

“She’s carrying another Shelby in there Michael,” Arthur nodded to his sister-in-law.

John clasped his hands together, “Here’s praying it’s a fuckin’ boy.”

“There’s already too many of you lot,” Eden scoffed, then stepped forward, feeling Tommy’s eyes on her as she stood before Michael.

“It’s nice to meet you,” he nervously shook her hand, immediately thinking he maybe should’ve kissed her cheek or hugged her but, his cousin didn’t look like he would let her go. “Another Shelby?”

Before she could respond, Arthur did.

“Apart from John’s kin, Ada’s little one, you've got another cousin, little ankle biter,” he teased, earning a small smile from his cousin.

“Inara, spittin’ image of Eden but with Tommy’s eyes,” Polly informed her son, as Eden sat down with Tommy assisting.

Their six-year-old daughter was about to be seven, inquisitive and cheeky she was, whenever Inara would get grumpy she’d look like her father but whenever she was lively and joyful she was the very picture of her mum.

“Yeah, she’s a brat,” John’s words made the married couple snap their heads in his direction.

“Oi, you don’t want to compare children,” Tommy pointed out.

“Not with your roster Johnny,” Eden quipped, making the room chuckle.

John rolled his eyes, “Fuck off.”

Eden pointed at him, “You do not want to rile me up, It could induce labour you pillock and I’m not givin’ birth here.”

“Yeah, leave it John boy, you do not wanna see a kid come out of her,” Arthur said through his laughter.

Tommy playfully glared, “Stop talkin’ about my missus and my baby.”

Michael sat back, amused by the bickering. As first impressions go, he was pleasantly overwhelmed, the men were playing with their guns like toys before Tommy settled them. It was obvious Tommy ran things, he was the one who Michael first met. Tommy was confidant, powerful and very dangerous, that was clear, but his wife was something else. A beautiful woman, but to put up with this family, she had to have something up her sleeve.

“Where is Inara?” Michael asked, breaking the arguments flooding the room.

“She’s with my mum,” Eden spoke softly, stroking her bump.

“‘Nara threw a strop yesterday, sayin’ she didn’t want another sibling,” John stated.

Tommy huffed out a smile, “Well it’s too late for that.”

“She’s fuckin’ gettin’ one,” Eden agreed. “You’ll meet her soon Michael,” for the first time she looked at the boy, really looked at him, she saw his eyes, the detail swimming in his iris’, “My god you look so much like your mum.” She found herself choking back sobs, missing the joy on Polly’s face but catching the shock flashing across Michael’s. “Sorry, anythin’ and everythin’ gets the tears flowin’.”

John wasn’t shocked, “Cried over some flowers dyin’ didn’t you Edie?”

“Watch it,” Tommy warned, rubbing a hand over her back as she wiped her tears.

“Last week it was a candle blowin’ out.”

“And next time it’ll be a knife in your face,” Eden snapped, groaning at their laughter.

Michael was startled by the threat.

“There’s my girl,” Tommy pressed a kiss to her cheek before she pushed him away. “Pol, can you boil the kettle,” he noted the pot of tea was bare as were the cups.

Polly nodded, knowing how much Eden drank during her first pregnancy, her second was even worse.

Michael gulped, although no one apart from Tommy caught it. The teen lowered himself into a seat as his mother scolded his cousins for their poor habits, claiming she didn’t want him to mirror them.

“You should meet Isaiah, he’s around your age Michael,” Eden said, sending a look toward Tommy. “It’ll be good for you to make a friend.”

Michael nodded, listening to whatever advise he could take, eyes darting between Eden, trying not to get caught looking at her too much, and so he would look toward his cousin Tommy, who stroked her large bump and then his mum who returned with a cup and the steaming kettle fresh from the fire.

He occasionally heard the mumbles from his other two cousins — Finn and Ada, he hadn’t met yet — John and Arthur snickered off to the side, still stood up as if they were waiting to leave.

“… friends, what’s the point? They might end up like Eden and Grace,” Arthur whispered, quite harshly to his younger brother.

John’s mood soured at the mention, “That bloody barmaid.”

They knew not to mention Grace around Eden. Their sister-in-law fought she found a friend ever since Enzo and Martha passed and Dorris moved to London, but was a huge mistake. The Irish Woman’s betrayal caused the hole in Eden’s heart to grow as did her paranoia.

Tommy felt he should’ve protected her more, but he trusted Grace as a friend, especially since he didn’t have many female friends. But it costed him a bullet to the shoulder.

Even with Lizzie, Esme and Dorris from a far he was wary about everyone who surrounded the family, even if they were family.

Tommy was constantly thinking. Always.

“That won’t happen with Michael. Isaiah is loyal, you’ve seen him, Eden practically raised the boy,” John said quietly. “He’s Jimmy’s son.”

“I ain’t worried, we just have to be careful, not everyone’s a friend alright,” Arthur muttered, knowing that Isaiah wasn’t the one he didn’t trust.

“But family is family.”

The two broke apart to see Tommy right behind them. They didn’t even hear him move.

“Fuck, Tom,” John cursed, eyeing him.

“Keep your bloody trousers on,” Tommy scoffed, “you ready to go?”

“‘Course Tom,” Arthur nodded, shoving John forward, “you need to wear a fuckin’ bell on ya.”

“Yeah, alright.” Tommy smirked, then turned back to to the table, to see Eden sipping on some tea with a pensive look on her face. He pressed a kiss to her head as he stared at his Aunt, “Make sure he treats my Edie well, Pol.”

“Get going,” Eden playfully shoved Tommy away just as he gave her a chaste kiss on the lips.

“Don’t worry Michael, we’ll be back to show you, what’s what,” John grinned.

Polly gasped, “You’ll do no such thing!”

“Let’s leave ‘em boys,” Arthur said, “Wouldn’t wanna ruin the tea party.”

That had John snickering.

Michael smiled, watching as Tommy scanned Eden again.

The pregnant woman waved at him, “Bye, my love.”

“Darlin’, stay safe,” Tommy didn’t want to leave her for too long. “The both of you, alright.” He was pulled away by his brothers as he nodded at the mother-son duo, “Pol, Michael.”

When the door slammed shut behind them, Michael coyly smiled at his mum.

“They seem nice.”

Eden and Polly laughed.

The latter spoke, “They’re anythin’ but.”

Eden agreed, “But they’re your family, so got used to it.”

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a/n:

I was thinking what if Eden met Michael before his corruption… so season 2.

#wattpad #fanfic #black reader #edenshelby #tommyshelby and edendawkins #eden dawkins #edendawkins #John Shelby #Arthur Shelby #tommyshelby story #tommy shelby x black reader #Tommy Shelby x black!reader #michael gray #polly gray #1921 #peaky blinder headcanon #peakyblinders fic

[pennys-rose-garden]

unlimited shapeshifting shenanigans

turning into a mouse to sneak around

turning into an exact copy of someone to mock them

turning into someone’s dead relative in an argument (classic prank)

turning into a cheetah to race cars

turning into a hawk to pick up squirrels, not to eat them, but just to fling them around in the air like toys

turning into a lemur to climb trees

growing a giraffe’s head to reach high places

growing wings to fly

impersonating a public figure, potentially with tremendous consequences

turning into a tiger and scratching up walls and doors when you get pissed off

roaring just to hear your own voice as an animal

turning into a puppy to make people feel sorry for you

turning into a goat to climb

shapeshifting for cosplay reasons

turning into a magical being to fuck shit up

oh what’s that? you’re filming and the actor you need isn’t available? i gotchu fam

experimenting with gender

perching on top of buildings in the form of a dragon

you can hiss at people and they’ll actually know not to fuck with you

turning into a polar bear to scare the shit out of people

turning into a fennec fox to stay cool on a hot day

turning into an otter to swim more efficiently

turning into a seal to stay warm in the winter

speaking in someone else’s voice and freaking people out

tapetum lucidum to be Scary

seeing in the dark

sensing heat signatures

see someone with food you really want? turn into a seagull and divebomb them so you can swipe it

turning into a cat to pounce on small animals and then let them go

being able to recognize objects by scent

grazing as a horse or a cow whenever you get hungry (free food is always right there)

chasing friends in the form of a wolf

new people are like “yo why do i always see this wild boar walking around,” your friends are like “oh that’s xyz”

turning into someone’s crush to terrorize them

impersonating someone who can’t show up to class/a meeting/etc. and then updating them on everything they missed later

being able to write super accurate xenofiction

turning into a snake so you can chill around your homie’s neck

turning into a fly to listen in on important conversations

turning into an albatross to travel overseas

turning into a big scary dog so your friends feel safe walking at night

turning into a horse so you can give your friends rides around town and they don’t have to walk

turning into a mule so you can carry people’s bags for them

turning into celebrities so you can get into exclusive events

turning into a sea serpent to explore the ocean

turning into a local cryptid to be a menace

turning into a long-dead celebrity to fuel theories that they’re somehow still alive

hanging out at a zoo and seeing how long it takes anyone to notice that One Of These Things Just Doesn’t Belong

turning into a reptile or a bird every month so you can ride out your period

having no one “true form”

playing with your pet as one of their species

talking as an animal and watching people freak the fuck out

being able to do a spot-on impression of marge simpson

turning into a kangaroo to get somewhere faster

never having to worry about safety again

wagging or lashing your tail

turning into an alligator to absorb the sun

#penny ponders #oc ideas #writing prompts #shapeshifterkin

[demonytekav]

I just have a craving for Katsuki to be extra offended that Izuku let go of his hand while they were walking through a store or on a date etc. Izuku had just wanted to mess with him a little bit.

Handholding took a lot of work to get to okay? Because originally at the beginning of their relationship the blonde DIDNT want to hold hands seeing as his were a sweat factory. But after many attempts to convince him it finally worked and now whenever they walk together (that’s not on patrol) their hands automatically meet each other. If the blonde hasn’t taken his hand already 90% of the time of Izuku reaches out Katsukis hand is already there ready to curl around his. And although Katsuki would NEVER admit it Izuku knows he’s gotten very dependent on their little habit.

One afternoon they are walking together as usual, hands held together and Izuku doesn’t say anything just pulls his hand away and Katsuki who was relaxed immediately stops and whirls to faces Izuku with the most offended face he’s probably every had.

“The fuck?” Katsuki spits brows pinched and mouth hanging open completely confused and upset.

Izuku, holding in a giggle, innocently says “What?” and stares at the blonde.

Katsuki holds his hand open between them and shakes it as if to make a point. “Why?” He pouts almost sounding like a child.

“Why what Kacchan?” He blinks at the taller man and clenches his hands together in his hoodie pockets to keep from grabbing the blondes hand back.

“Nerd.”

“Kacchan.”

“Izuku we don’t do this. Gimmie.” Katsuki huffs. Opening and closing his hand VERY pointedly with tense shoulders and and deep pout on his face. Izuku almost breaks at the wild look in his beautiful red eyes.

Izuku innocently smiles at him. “What are you talking about Kacchan?”

Katsuki drops their shopping bag he’d been holding in his other hand on the ground and clenches that fist. “Are you challenging me asshole?” He growls looking the highest level of offended.

“Wha-No!” Izuku sputters tears forming in his eyes as he tries to hold it together.

Katsuki’s hand held in the air between them jerks pointedly between them again. “Then. Give.” He demands glaring at Izuku.

The shorter man giggles not able to hold it in anymore and slips his hand out of his pocket and places it back into Katsukis hand which Izuku is still surprised at how big and soft it is. He giggles harder when the blonde immediately laces their fingers together tightly still glaring at him and yanks him closer.

Katsuki huffs and picks up their bag before giving Izuku a once over. He turns still scowling like a child and begins walking again.

Izuku can’t help but smile brightly as they walk side by side. But not long after he begins laughing loudly as he hears Katsuki mumble grumpily next to him about how “the fuck are people supposed to know you’re mine hah? Shitty nerd thinking he can just let go. What the fuck? S’my hand fucker.” And so on.

#bkdk #bakudeku #I saw something similar on a TikTok #couldn’t help but imagine them

[kingthunder]

The Calling and how it’s possibly related to Secret Worlds and Chords

So let’s talk about Ruin (again) and one possible interpretation of The Calling and how it’s related to both Secret Worlds and Chords.

In Secret Worlds, we have two people (the lover (Joey) and the daughter (Madeleine)) being young and wild. Fire imagery is repeated constantly, especially in relation to the daughter. The lover asks for a light, and she gives him her fire—not a literal flame, but her essence, the life burning inside her. “Just watch me burn,” she says.

At the end of the song, the instrumentation moves seamlessly into the intro of The Calling, the first indication that these two songs are linked. Right away we meet a woman who used to be “dauntless” and “burn so bright,” who’s coming to the river to wring the last of her embers out—this is the daughter from Secret Worlds. Only something has happened, there’s “something changed” (the line from Secret Worlds where they’re fearful about the future). But what is it? We’re wondering that, and so is she, as she looks at herself in the water. “Who’s this? What changed?”

It becomes clear that there’s a relationship in The Calling that caused a lot of pain and brought the daughter to this place of desolation. Initially I wondered if it was the romance begun in Secret Worlds, but there are some other lines here that make me suspect something different is going on.

I think it’s about a woman who was emotionally abused (whether intentionally or not) by her mother. And here’s why:

 First, looking at her face and seeing an “unwanted daughter.” Then the line, “You’ll never get your dinner if you don’t learn how to get along”—I don’t think she’s saying this to someone, I think this is her parroting back a line that was said to her, over and over, something a controlling parent would say to her feisty (firey) daughter. And one of the kickers to me: “And when I think I’m fine you’ll visit, And then you happen to me, you happen to me all over again.” Why would an ex visit, and not just once, but multiple times as this line seems to indicate? Because it’s not an ex, it’s her mother, who feels entitled to drop by whenever she wants, whether her daughter wants it or not.

So, what form did this abuse take, and what has it done to her?

If the daughter is fire, the mother is water. The mother has been trying to dictate her daughter’s life and force her onto a path that she doesn’t want. And the daughter tried to please her mother, she “really fucking tried,” but all that’s happened is that she’s managed to twist herself into someone she doesn’t even recognize anymore and doesn’t want to be. Her fire is being put out.

But she’s had enough! She’s ready to take her life back. To “shoulder the sky” and “open her [those] eyes” and see “how much she [you] can be.” But to do that, she first has to metaphorically drown that twisted reflection of herself that she’s become. “Do you like my dress? It’s got pockets,” she says, bitter amusement creeping into her voice, alluding to Virginia Woolf who went to the river to drown herself by putting rocks in her pockets. And then we “watch that woman drown” as her voice just absolutely soars—she’s finally cast off the person her mother wanted her to be, made her into. And how does this relate to Chords?

I think that Chords is the situation from the mother’s perspective.

The entire song is about a mother singing about how she fucked everything up while her partner assures her that hey it wasn’t that bad. But we see so many admissions from her—the “days she [I] couldn’t cope,” the drinks she needed, how her kids think she’s a “nightmare” and she “pushed them all” and had “no notion what to do,” and that she “raged so much (you did) but so did they.”

Then we get into the explicit: Go tell them how we failed you And gift to us all your blame Cos we’ll be all that you hate about yourself

and

Tell them that we never cared Go tell them how we fucked you up And oh my god it’s so unfair

And the mother (and her partner) tries to make herself feel better by saying it all came from a place of love and that the kids will be fine, but as we saw in The Calling, the daughter is Not Fine. She does blame her mother, she hates things about herself that are a direct result of her mother’s influence, she does feel fucked up.

“They are my rascals I can’t let them walk away,” the mother sings in Chords. In Secret Worlds, the daughter referred to herself as a “dirty rascal,” internalizing that derogatory term in a way that maybe her mother didn’t intend, but that did real harm anyway. The mother doesn’t want her kids to walk away—she drops by to “visit” her daughter (”when I think I’m fine you’ll visit”), smothering, not letting her daughter have enough space. And all the imagery in Chords is water—oceans, waves—in direct opposition to the daughter’s fire. The mother never understood her, this was doomed from the start.

“But Chords is about letting your kids go!” you might say. Well, yes, that’s what the parents are saying. But to me the entire thing reads as apologia for the parents, the mother and father sugarcoating their actions to downplay the family disharmony. “We let you move out to make it on your own!” they say, “Look what a good job we did!” But meanwhile dear old mom is dropping in on the kids whenever she damn well feels like it.

Whew!

(obviously this is only one possible interpretation of any of these songs, and particularly Chords, which is incredibly layered and nuanced and I could write another essay about)

Join me next time when I try to link “Pick your chords well, loves, but sing your notes off-key” (Chords) to “I play our song to see if it’s in tune” (Ruin) and then we see if this entire arc could possibly be read as some kind of trans narrative.

#the amazing devil #TAD #TAD meta #the amazing devil meta #joey batey #madeleine hyland #ruin #secret worlds #the calling #chords #i went on a spiral on discord last night ok #this is me trying to put it together #this whole album is just #*pterodactyl noises* #it makes me want to chew the drywall

[jemgirl86]

I hate when people sign up for certain things, knowing full well what to expect, because it’s what any sane person who has existed as a human being would expect, but then when they get in the game, they don’t want to play the game anymore.

Like okay, right after college, I worked in a couple of call centers. I loathed that shit. I cannot do it at this point in my life. I simply cannot. Whatever the last CSR in a call center that you spoke with about your phone/internet/insurance/whatever is being paid, it’s not efuckingnough! That shit is miserable… to me. So, I would never in my life apply for that type of job again. They could be paying triple what I make now, and give me a company car and I still wouldn’t do it. I’d literally rather jump off of the Sears Tower and into a damp rag than take back to back calls about anything. It could be back to back calls about Sam Wilson, and I’d still say absolutely not!

Now, I’ve been at my current job for the past 9 years. I don’t even log into my phone lol. My VM message probably still says July 2014, because that’s when I started here. If it can’t happen via email, it can’t happen.

And I love that for me.

But I digress lol… so when I see someone doing a job that everyone in society knows there are certain expectations for, both spoken and unspoken expectations btw, and they act pissy whenever someone dares to think they’re going to meet those expectations, I get a little annoyed. Like I roll my eyes. And then when people observing are like: “well they don’t have to do anything they want.” I just roll my eyes harder, because umm no duh. Nobody has to do anything they dont want to do, technically. Hell, all I have to do is stay Black and die. But, if I want to be successful in my lowly office job, then, yeah, I do have to do stuff I don’t want to do, including stuff not in the job description, like go to the office outing this Friday, and show up at the baseball game they give us tickets to every year, and smile when Ms Kravitz talks to me even though I can’t stand her ass, because that’s the game. That will always be the game. And I don’t like to hear people act shocked when they’re expected to play the game they chose to play.

Complain about wages, complain about benefits, complain about harassment, that’s normal and reasonable. Be shocked that your bosses don’t want to pay a living wage or approve PTO.

But complaining about or acting shocked about people wanting you to do some shit that a blind man could’ve seen they’d want you to do, because it’s a known occupational hazard is wild to me

It would be like me acting surprised because someone dropped by my desk to chat about nonsense. Do I want to chat about nonsense? No. Do I want to have a thirty minute talk with someone about how much I love the open office concept. No, I fucking hate the open office concept. But was that 30% of my day pre-Covid when the office was regularly full? Yup. Because that’s how offices work lmaooo. And I played the game because that’s how it is.

It’s like, okay, you know that old Looney Tunes cartoon with the sheepdog and wolf and it starts with them literally standing at a time clock? They greet each other all normally and cordially, and then clock in and start fighting/chasing each other. Then they clock out at the end of the day, and go on about their business? That’s every job, from the bottom to the top, and people used to know that, but recently it’s like everyone has forgotten 😭

Idk… complain about whatever, but don’t act shocked. I hate huddles and break out sessions with random people at work, but I’m not shocked when it happens lol. Why would I be??? 🤷🏾‍♀️

#long winded rant just for me #maybe i should just stop watching tiktoks lol

[cold-heart-warm-writings]

I Just Finished Reading Pride and Prejudice for the First Time and the Numbers Just So Happen to be 7 and 7, So I’m Assigning Each Host Member As a Member of the Bennet Family

Mrs. Bennet: Tamaki - Ya’ll this woman is wild and is known for her silliness and rollercoaster of emotions and behavior. She is quite silly and even though the family all lowkey makes fun of her, they bend a LOT to her every whim and to appease her. So Tamaki… you are deemed the matron of the family. If you need more explanation, you can @me with this one.

Mr. Bennet: Kyoya - The man canNOT be bothered by the silliness of his wife, but still vaguely supports her and looks after her. And that’s how Kyoya is for Tamaki. He looks after him, and even when Tamaki gets on his nerves, they still look after each other. I know the whole “mommy and daddy” thing is reversed here (as Tamaki claims HE’S the daddy… ha), but Kyoya is NOT Mrs. Bennet. 

Jane: HONEY - OKAY LOOK HEAR ME OUT!!! When you see who I have as Lizzie, it’ll make sense. ALSO PLEASE DON’T @ ME FOR ANOTHER MANGA REFERENCE, THE ANIME NEEDS MORE CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT FOR MORE CHARACTERS OKAY AND HONEY WAS JIPPED IN THAT DEPARTMENT! Anyways, in the anime and the manga, Honey is seen as cute and lovely, well liked by everyone, and he generally gives most people the benefit of the doubt and also likes most people (similar to Jane). He hides his own true feelings very closely though. SPOILERS - when he meets the girl he ends up with, he toys around with her a bit, and she almost gives up. LIKE JANE AND BINGLEY! Not really that Jane toys around with Bingely, just that he thinks she is impartial to him because she keeps her own true feelings and heart so well guarded.

Elizabeth: HARUHI - Am I pairing the two main heroines up, absolutely, but they FIT! They are both headstrong, forward thinkers, very practical, do not put up with assholes, HAVE BOTH BEEN HARASSED BY OLD WOMEN WHO THINK THEY KNOW BEST FOR THEIR GRANDSON/NEPHEW, are caretakers for their family, etc. Also, like how Lizzie and Jane are close, Haruhi and Honey seem to have a special understanding and they look out for each other. Haruhi sometimes confides in Honey what she can’t to the others. Also, even though she and Kyoya are not as close as Lizzie and her father, Haruhi and her actual father ARE very close, and Kyoya does have a special fondness for Haruhi, and he does look after her in his own way. It *works*.

Mary: Mori lmao - look, this girl is silent, prone to embarrassing herself and making philosophical proclamations - sometimes embarrassing herself BECAUSE of those proclamations (lmao think Mori in that Chika’s Down with Honey declaration or whatever the ep is called where Mori is sooo sure that Honey will throw the match… and then he doesnt XD), and she’s very, very smart just kind of… awkward. And ya’ll, I know we love our silent king Mori, but I bet he’s silent because whenever he opens his mouth, he’s awkward as fuck. I adore him, and I adore Mary. They’re just a couple of weirdos judging you from the corner.

Lydia: Hikaru - It just so happens that Lydia and Kitty are close in age and likeness, like Hikaru  and Kaoru being twins. But beyond that, Lydia is the more wild. She’s more taken by passion and outbursts, like Hikaru is with wanting all of Haruhi’s affections and not liking to share. They can both be charming, crave attention and to be seen apart from their siblings, and are major flirts. This all being said, Hikaru does go on through the trials and tribulations of ~character development~, while Lydia stays wild, but I think they both could share some crazy stories. 

Kitty: Kaoru - Kitty, as described at the end of the book (spoilers if you haven’t read Pride and Prejudice… it’s old though so…), she stays a lot with her older sisters and is able to become a bit more tamed. Like in the manga (yes, once again, please read it so we can all chat :( ), Kaoru spends some time away from Hikaru so that they can grow separately. Even in the Halloween episode, Haruhi states that Kaoru is kinder and a bit more gentle on his own versus Hikaru who only gets worse. Like with Kitty on her own, she is able to be guided to being more “sensible” ~ thus ~ Kaoru.

#THOUGHTS ANYONE?!?! ya'll I had so much fun with this #I finished the last four hours today during my 8 hour drive and I drove faster so I could make it home and write this all out I was so excit #excited #ohshc #ohshc headcanons #ouran #ouran high school host club #tamaki suoh #kyoya #kyoya ootori #mitskuni haninozuka #takashi morinozuka #haruhi fujioka #hikaru hitachiin #kaoru hitachiin #pride and prejudice

[tired-demonspawn]

netflix avatar episode 5-8!

(i binged the rest of it in one go)

funky lil thoughts on a funky lil show :)

fair warning i'm going to shit on it a lot for the majority of this post but dont be fooled into thinking i hated it, i just like to nitpick in long spanning paragraphs.

okay we are fully fully going into doing their own thing territory in episode 5 and somewhat episode 6, i tried and failed multiple times to guess which episodes are they going to do and it turned out they only took the base ideas from them and almost fully did their own thing. aside from the blue spirit bits

i actually think its nice, they were shaving the episode count to the point where they only mentioned some episodes, which i can just feel deep in my bones someone already getting mad about, but i think its fine that they did it this way. they make a little remix of it. :)

koh was creepy as shit man fr i hated the 2 jumpscares god almighty. it was awesome. i didnt like the weird cgi for his face, but i got used to it eventually. i think it was certainly a choice to have him appear in ep 5 instead of how they learn of the spirits. they changed his mechanics, apparently he can just???? steal faces??? whenever???? they make it a food thing instead of a "lmao i wanna impress my mom so imma steal the faces she makes"

also mother of faces mention! ...not smething i expected thats for sure. and the fog of lost souls too.

they make kuruk pick up his slack fr, did not expect that.

i love in episode 6 that zuko and aang are forced to interact, that they have to talk to each other and in a certain way influence each other, give both a lil bit to think about beyond "if we knew each other back then, do you think we could've been friends?"

i really dont like that zuko fights back in the agni kai, makes the shit ozai did i lil less impactfull, little less brutal in the audiences eyes i think. the execution style burn he got in the cartoon was more caroonishly evil, yes, but it also showed more of zuko's character yknow? he refused to fight out of principle, he was loyal, he was "the perfect fire nation citizen" and yet that wasnt good enough.

also we got robbed of "you will learn respect and suffering will be your teacher", which is kinda wild considering how many of the shows lines got put in verbatim. they felt so strongly about pippinpaddleopsikopolis the third that they used it somewhere else when they didnt use it in omashu. but this iconic line couldnt make it in?

I also dislike this version of him speaking out, this is the first time we are hearing of an agni kai, since zhao and zuko didn’t go at it. We don’t know what it is we haven’t been introduced to it, so it being invoked now means nothing to the audience.

And i don’t think the slight was big enough for ozai to justify a duel with a child. Like before he was supposed to be quiet and his outburst was a) disruptive b) immediate upon hearing the plan c) defended the soldiers themselves, “those soldiers love and defend our nation, how can you betray them” but now its about the honor of the officers which I don’t think has as big an impact. Plus I think its actually a less “egregious” position from ozai’s side yknow? In the first version he not only defended the lives of the soldiers but said the council was betraying them in doing what they were doing. Here he just said they deserve to die better than that. Sure cartoon ozai would’ve fucked him up for less, but this ozai? This ozai who invited him to the meeting? Who asked his opinion? Who actually acknowledges that him finding the avatar was impressive? No shot he invokes an agni kai over this.

was the bit about being impressed just for the sake of fucking with azula? yeah. but imma get to that later.

live action zuko and cartoon zukos are 2 different people, which while i respect, from the stance that the showmakers are doing their own thing, i also think caroon zuko was always good. he was always peaceful, always kind. its just he got that shit beaten outta him and he compensates by being angry. this zuko is less kind, more honour bound. which is ironic considering which one of the two was constantly talking about his honor. not that he isnt kind at all, but i think we got robbed of some of the character moments he had in the show.

as much as i love the ending of ep 6 where the 41st salute him(love that they made his crew the 41st btw), i would've liked to actually see the scene from The Storm, where he gives up on the hunt for the avatar for the sake of his crew's safety. he has these moments on his own, in irohs presence, but i do think we needed to see the crew also have this.

but they add new character moments! like the recovering post agni kai, being told of his banishment. absolutely god-tier scene. and the little moment with iroh after zhao takes away aang. very nice scene, i actually like that he already has treason on the mind. episode 6 is by far my favourite. did i know it was gonna be my favourite even before starting this show because my favourite book 1 episode is the blue spirit? yeah. but i dont think that diminishes anything.

now. ozai. my mans. mr god-sculpted cheekbones. conceptually im fine with him fucking with everyone, but i am ashamed to admit that it took zhao spelling it out for the audience for me to get that thats what he was doing. i was 100% convinced he was sincere, that he had just wanted the best heir to the throne of the glorious fire nation or something. and while i am tempted to say that that is on my dumb ass for being stupid, i actually want to blame the show a little bit, because where do we see that he's not sincere? nowhere. he's not cruel to zuko, he seems to mean it when he speaks with azula about him finding the avatar, he gives no indication to the audience that what he says to him about the whole toughing up the spirit with banishment isnt sincere. he comes across as a deeply abusive father that however at the end of the day wants his children to be the best but goes about it in the most horrific ways.

maybe that's what they were going for? a master manipulator that plays his own twisted little game noone but himself is privy to, but on the surface it seems like he cares in his twisted little way? im trying very hard to look at this without the cartoon lense, but its so unbelievably hard.

for a show that usually spoonfeeds stuff like this throughout their runtime its wild that they would decide to go "here comes the airplane" this "late"

ah now i see where all of sokkas cartoony sexism fled, it went to pakku. that's so whack. his character wasnt that good to begin with but you further masacre him.

mans says himself water is the element of change, so i thought oh alright his eventual training of katara is gonna be that much nicer if he already has this down. i mean i was fine with them not doing the neclace thing, it was kinda cheesy in the show anyway, but i was expecting that turnaround due to the students. i wanted to see pakku go "mmm yes perhaps i could teach you a thing or two" after he sees his students enamored with her skill.

also what was yagodas turnaround? she was just as much into the tradition as pakku was, but suddenly she's on katara's side? all the other women are too? sure okay.

also katara didnt need to be entirely self taught, come the fuck on, she loses to pakku the same way but suddenly with no further training shes takin down zuko, shes a commander of them other waterbenders.

being entirely self taught is nice and all, but there are just certain things you dont figure out on your own. i speak from experience on this, yeah sure i can draw some guy on my own, but even a short 3 week course taught me so much more in terms of composition, perspective, camera shots, things you wouldnt even think about because they just don't come to mind as even being relevant. its that way for everything. there are just certain dots that can only be connected with the guide of someone else.

now i have to mention something that kinda bothered me by the end: in avatar: book 1 - water(although to be fair i dont think it was marketed as such) the avatar... doesnt learn waterbending. the only thing he did with water was the giant koi and well that doesnt really count does it, that was la being angry at zhao for killing tui. speaking of: i wanted to see la get the W, i wanted to see zhao taken by the glowy sea. i wanted to see zuko reach out to him, despite them being enemies.

also they take away irohs part in the restoring of balance which i think nicely foreshadowed him being a white lotus member. yeah yeah it was to make yue's sacrifice more her own choice but i really wanted him to be at least present.

onto more positive stuff i actually like a lot of the changes made to yue. makes her not just be that one random girl at the end of book one that got turned into the moon, it was yue, this actual person with dreams and motivations that sacrificed herself for the good of the world.

was the character that got added to her written kinda badly? yeah. but does that negate my point? i hope not.

i was kinda on the fence with the removal of the betrothal thingy and making hahn a decent guy, but eh... it grew on me. however it did raise a question... how old is everyone? cuz she called off the marriage at 16, but she was 16 in the show, it certainly isnt a fresh wound or hahn wouldn't've been that chill with it. im thinking 2 years, that seems about right, for the actors too. yeah i can believe aang is 14 and zuko 18, id buy that.

perhaps their canonical age is somewhere but i sure as hell dont know where.

but that train of thought did kinda answer the fact that sokka went ice dodging. i was super confused about that. but if everythings the same, just the timeline is shifted 2 years then yeah he would go ice dodging. ofc that opens the other can of worms of why didnt he go fight in the war with them if he underwent the fuckin uhhh maturity test? was it because he failed just that spectacularly? fuck if i know. i dont think the show knows either.

as a more overall thing i dont like aangs dialogue, its a more broad issue. He just doesnt seem like a kid yknow? Like even katara and sokka are more childish, they act like children who had to grow up too fast, but aang didnt have to grow up too fast, he should be forced to grow up within the span of the series. Not be the most downer adult one of them. Especially with that he said to bumi in episode 4 about solvin shit like a kid

but okay. that was mega negative goddamn.

for my closing thoughts id like to say that i really enjoyed the show. and look forward to season 2. i like the little remix of the mythos they've got goin on and i wanna see how they continue that into book 2 and hopefully book 3.

it tries to do something original, it is an adaptation after all. if you dont like it you can still watch the cartoon series, but this is a nice lil alternate version of it and i wont say that i dont like it. do i have my nitpics? sure. is the dialogue mediocre? hell yeah. but i want to see where it goes next. :)

very cool series, overall like a 7 outta 10? masks(ep 6) is the best episode, its prbly the only one id rewatch on my own without friends.

thanks for reading :)

#avatar the last airbender #atla #netflix atla #netflix avatar #natla #this shit got 2.1 k words oh lord #if you read this whole thing good for you my god

[stuckinapril]

I keep thinking about how I met this person thinking they were a good unselfish person only to discover the complete opposite and just feeling disappointed in not being able to see that before… it’s just wild for my brain

I don’t know if that’s necessarily a healthy way to frame it. Not saying you’re wrong in your assessment—I have no context of what you’re actually referring to—but generally speaking I think we fall into the trap of dehumanizing people to a fault when we’re hurt. I feel like it’s less that people are those one-dimensional, inherently awful, irredeemable caricatures and more that maybe two people crossed paths at a time they weren’t ready to cross paths yet. Maybe you were confident and assertive and unwilling to dim yourself, and that brought out their insecurities and forced them to confront questions about themselves they weren’t ready to answer yet. Maybe they didn’t have the best emotional regulation to begin with and couldn’t factor your own emotions into the equation. Maybe they had a rough situation at home. This isn’t an excuse for anyone’s shitty behavior, but it’s an exercise in empathy that’s required in any kind of relationship.

It does suck to find out someone isn’t who you thought they were. I’ve been there so many times. But if they really were this horrendous character, then they’re just become another lesson for you to refer to whenever you’re vetting people. They’re another data point to draw on whenever you’re deciding whether you’ll invest in someone or not. And the more people you experience, the more you’ll realize that people tell you who they are in little ways all the fucking time. I’ve historically given people more grace than I likely should’ve, but even then no one was so good at masking that I wasn’t on to them in some capacity. It’s at that point that you kind of have to ask “do I want to keep going w this, or am I at a place where I want someone who’s a little more able to meet me where I am?” and sometimes it’s good to drop it and sometimes it’s good to pursue it and see where it goes. People are so unique and individual that there’s no one size fits all for this kind of thing. That’s something for you to gauge.

If ultimately you do have a horrible experience w someone, I don’t think holding on to the anger is healthy. Some people do feed off of that and get off of it and validate themselves w it, but I think that’s a juvenile mindset that needs to be left back in middle school. For me I just go through that person’s rationale for doing what they did, however imperfect that rationale is, accept that it happened, and then just move on w my life. You can call that a form of forgiveness, but I see it less as forgiving someone and more as making peace w them (and w the situation itself) for my own benefit. It doesn’t have to involve actually speaking to the other person. It doesn’t have to involve confronting them or seeking them out for closure. It could just be you, by yourself, coming to terms w what happened, drawing your own private conclusions. It really is so powerful to realize you could give yourself closure, without being at the mercy of someone who may or may not grant it to you.

That to me has always been superior to burning energy holding on to petty grudges that don’t go anywhere. You want to always navigate things like this w your limited time on this earth in mind & where you wanna put it—and moving on faster gives you the ability to try again w the next person, rather than drive yourself crazy agonizing over someone who’s no longer in your life. Choosing to dwell in negativity harms no one but you in the end. Respect your time, make peace w what happened, and let it go.

#relationships are a balancing act of considering your own feelings and other people’s feelings #that doesn’t expire when a relationship goes sour #you still need to move w grace both for the sake of retaining your empathy and for the sake of giving yourself peace of mind #whenever people tip a little too far in one direction is when I think things just take a turn for the worse #ask

[melodic-cherry]

I AM CRINGE BUT I AM FREE I AM DISCUSSING MY MUPPET OC 🔥🔥🔥

“Cherry”

Well, this is hard to explain BUT. After watching the Muppets mayhem I really wanted to give Dr. teeth a rockstar girlfriend!! I love Dr. teeth and Penny and I understand that that is Canon but you’re allowed to make OC x Canon okay <//3 MAKE UR OWN CANON DAMN IT.  Anyways, I don’t have a lot about Cherry written per say…I do have a backstory though.. her name is definitely a play on the hit song “Cherry bomb” her whole thing is supposed to be kind of think of the color red. It’s passionate, fiery, in your face, loud…yk?? Red character vibe moment. I know that she has her own band called wild cherry, (which I have the band members for in my own little story. 🙏🙏🙏 ) I’m not too sure how I’m going to have these two meet in the story, but I do know that Penny is going to be somebody in cherrys life who’s already established. This is probably a really cringe worthy story, but I enjoy it and it makes me happy.

Annoying backstory in a nut shell ( even tho this is long + my perspective on teeth’s relationships with others ) :

Cherry is meant to be the daughter of a lead singer from a band ( which I have to make up ) who had their rise in the 70s - 90s. As she grows up, because of her father being in an out due to his career. She kind of had a very interesting upbringing let’s put it that way. Anyways her dad made a label contract with Penny back in the day for his albums. So, when she was little, he would drop her off at Penny’s office and just have her sit in there and that’s how she has a strong connection with Penny. They stayed in touch throughout the years feeling very close. But why did I want to make penny involved? Honestly, I think it makes a little bit of drama, but also maybe some tender moments between cherry, penny, and teeth? Cherrys somewhere between 22-25 ish. I know that somewhere in the story theyre ( Cherrys band ) is going to be the opening for the mayhems tour that they’re about to go on with Nora. I don’t think I’m ever going to make the story public due to just embarrassment around the story maybe?? I know a lot of people don’t like Canon x Oc work but…anyway. Why I want a rockstar kind of sad ( ish ) girlfriend for teeth is because I think it kind of counters, his personality in a weird way?? I really like Penny and him but I feel like she represents some characteristics that his mother had. Not to say that teeth and his parents relationship is completely off the deep end but it’s definitely not healthy…. Why I say that Penny reminds me of his mom well.. if anyone recalls during episode six and seven, she tends to have a very “it’s my way” personality. Which yes he likes !! But I really want him to have somebody who is a little bit more go with the flow like he is but also offers a different perspective on life. Obviously there’s going to be a difference between she grew up in the 2000s he grew up in whenever the fuck he did..guessing 60s - 70s?? Point is, I wanted to make a character that reminds me of him, and can bring out more of the nerdier parts of his personality from when he was younger, while also wanting him to grow and find who he is, even when he is a grown man. Now I also know that age gap relationships can be shifty for some people, I don’t really think this is an inappropriate age gap as she is into her 20s it’s a consensual thing. I don’t even know why I brought that up. It’s not really important to the story, considering that they’re both well into adulthood but still.. ( 20s+ ) ANYHOW. I’m just gonna cut it here, but that is my OC. For now XD

[absolutepokemontrash]

Hi! So, I absolutely love your series where the MC is the kid of Lucifer, and I was wondering if I could request that with Diavolo and Barbatos? •v•

:0 you definitely can! Right now I’m just doing Diavolo, but Barb’s will be up sometime soon!

MC is Half Demon and Oh Shit They’re Diavolo’s Kid-

Diavolo wasn’t exactly what one would expect of the prince of Hell, I mean, he was suppressing the urge to bounce in his seat from pure excitement. I mean, his exchange program was starting! Humans, demons, and angels, all together, his dream was coming true.

All that was left was for the student to arrive, the portal opened, and the human fell flat on their back. Oof, maybe Diavolo should have set up some kind of landing zone filled with pillows. No matter! The human was-

…

What peculiar eyes this human had…

Oh… oh dear…

Dad-volo

The MC was his child, no question about it. This was… very unexpected. Well, the entire assembly hall was completely quiet, and the kid looked like they were getting impatient.

“HEY! Mind telling me what the hell is going on?!”

After that, Diavolo launches into his explanation, also the explanation that he’s definitely this kid’s dad. Kid was not impressed, they tried to square up with Diavolo and Lucifer had never been more confused as to what to do.

Well, the moment MC sprouted wings and launched themselves at Diavolo, Dia caught them with one hand and continued speaking like nothing happened.

MC, please calm down… Diavolo didn’t know they existed, let him make it up to them! They’re going to stay at the Demon Lord’s Castle! Dia’s going to be a good dad!

“This feels like the plot to the world’s most messed up fairytale.” MC jammed their hands into their pockets and grumbled. “I get sucked into hell and find out I’m royalty there. Great.”

Diavolo managed to smile and awkwardly reach out to give them a pat on the head, then retracted his hand after the kid shot him a glare. “Well, it’s not a very traditional fairytale, but I’m sure you’ll enjoy your time here.”

“Mm, sure.” MC mumbled.

Okay, so his child wasn’t that enthusiastic about the exchange program, but Diavolo was sure they’d come around.

Dia tried everything he could possibly think of to get his kid to both like him and enjoy their time as an exchange student. A lot of things had… mixed results.

Also, legally recognizing MC as his child and legitimizing them caused a big stink amongst the nobles who were opposed to the exchange program to begin with. So MC then had to deal with a few assassins. Wonderful. Fantastic. Show stopping. Dia, be a good dad and comfort your angsty murder target- I MEAN preteen.

They do manage to build a good relationship fairly quickly despite their less than stellar first impressions, and Diavolo made them a promise that he knew he wouldn’t ever break: he would let them live as normal a childhood as possible.

This means that MC gets to do all the normal kid stuff that Diavolo wasn’t allowed to do. It honestly works out great for everyone. MC gets to live their life, Diavolo gets the satisfaction of knowing that his kid’s having fun, and Barbatos doesn’t need to worry about MC causing chaos in the castle.

Man… does this kid’s magic potential scare the shit out of everyone though…

Tired Uncle Lucifer

No. This has to be a violation of his worker rights. It cannot be legal for him to be this stressed.

He knew this exchange program was a bad idea. LUCIFER FUCKING KNEW IT. This kid was judging him. Why did he suddenly feel self conscious about every single one of his features? This child was picking him apart and they hadn’t even said anything!

He confiscated Asmo’s phone immediately, this was a matter of national security! Satan’s too! Beel as- oh shit Lucifer may have to give Beel the heimlich maneuver, then take his phone.

When all the brothers eventually got back to the HOL, they were greeted with Mammon getting shaken down by Levi.

“Lucifer! Ya won’t believe this! Levi- what’s wrong with you?” “The exchange student is Diavolo’s child.” “What..?” “*pops the cork off a bottle of Demonus* the exchange student’s Diavolo’s child.”

The worst part about this kid was that they took to the privileges of being royalty like a fish to water. MC went out and did whatever the fuck they wanted, and Lucifer needed to make sure a state of national emergency wasn’t called just because MC picked a fight at RAD.

It didn’t help that MC was just so unimpressed with Lucifer. Anytime Lucifer would tell them not to do something they would just raise their eyebrows and challenge his authority without saying a word.

What the fuck.jpg

The things he does for his prince boyfriend…

Cool Uncle Mammon

Huh, so this little pipsqueak is Lord Diavolo‘s kid? Hm, do ya think they’d let him into the royal treasury? No? Okay… lame.

Mammon then decides this kid would be just perfect for scamming people! Who is going to say no to the Crown Prince’s kid? A suicidal person, that’s who!

And the kid is… up for it? Wow, Mammon didn’t even have to grovel! Awesome!

It’s such a shame that Lucifer came in and promptly removed MC from Mammon’s presence. Tsk, killjoy…

Mammon and MC do get along swimmingly after MC stops angsting. Whenever they hang out it’s pure chaos.

And they would have gotten away with it too- wait, they do get away with it. Because who’s going to question the Crown Prince’s kid? >:)

Reclusive Uncle Leviathan

Levi was in the middle of throttling Mammon for his money back when Lucifer burst through the door looking like he had spent over 1000 Grimm on a gacha game only to not get the card he wanted.

And where was that human he said would be staying with them? Huh? The human’s HUH????!!!!

… wack. Maybe he shouldn’t have skipped out on that Student Council Meeting…

Either way, ew, new person he needed to talk to. NO THANKS. Well, no thanks until MC started to visit the HOL to hang out with Mammon. Of course those two normies decided to bug him. OF COURSE.

Levi finally snapped when MC loudly proclaimed that they could totally beat Levi in Mario Kart. Haha, NO. Levi challenged the little runt to a 1 v 1 race on Rainbow Road.

Kid lost. Obviously. Rainbow Road is rigged.

Honestly, kid’s alright. Still a total normie, but not completely terrible.

Cat Uncle Satan

Huh, a half human child of the soon to be demon king, how very interesting.

Oh, and just look at Lucifer’s face. :D priceless. Satan wished he was fast enough to get his DDD out to snap a picture, but he wasn’t able to…

But back to MC, oh how very intriguing. How much power do they have in comparison to Diavolo? Will using that power rip their fragile little body apart? Would they learn to control it? Satan was just dying to find out.

His feelings on the child themselves were mixed at best. They were clearly unhappy with the situation and Satan could sympathize, being thrust into a completely new world and then being told you can’t leave and are also royalty? That has to be hard. But this kid was still being an unreasonable little shit.

Satan continued to try and study MC from afar until the kid themselves walked right up to him and half demanded half pleaded for his help in studying for a test.

Not being one to avoid an opportunity to flex how smart he is, Satan agreed to help out. (Nerrrrd)

And honestly, it went well. When the kid wasn’t being a little shit, they were actually quite pleasant to be around.

Overly Affectionate Uncle Asmo

…wut

Listen, when Asmo asked Lucifer to pick a cute human, he didn’t mean cute as in CHILD.

This kid was DIAVOLO’S?! What lucky human had gotten to have the experience of [Jesus Fucking Christ, Asmo I’m not writing what he said for the sake of the nation]

Anyhoo~ little MC just made his heart go “SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE SO CUTE!” They were so cute Asmo could just eat them up!

But they were so mean! That scowl they always had on was going to give them wrinkles and ruin their perfectly cute face!

Sigh, oh well. He can’t manually rearrange people’s expressions. What he can do is take this child shopping. Poor Diavolo was constantly in his RAD uniform, this poor innocent baby shouldn’t have to suffer the same fate.

The kid continued to scowl at everything, but at the same time, their little quips were very entertaining. This little kid spitting verbal venom at anyone who displeased them reminded Asmo of someone… he just couldn’t place who, but they definitely had amazing hair and a cute face :3

Hungry Uncle Beel

Where’s the takeout- I mean human? What’s happening? …are all humans this small? Dang, that’s barely enough for a snack.

So the human’s not going to live with us because they’re not fully human and Diavolo’s kid? Huh. Wild. Anyway, what’s for dinner?

Beel’s not too invested in this drama, he misses Belphie too much to be that interested…

The kid’s weirdly interested in how cool and strong Beel is though. MC tails him to the gym pretty often.

Diavolo and Beel already being gym buddies send tweet-

Since this benevolent little shit likes Beel so much, they decided to take it upon themselves to help with the family drama.

Beel finds that very sweet 🥺

Murder sleepy Uncle Belphie

Oh man… if you thought Belphie was being unfair to L!MC due to their parentage… hoo boy…

When this kid waltzed up the attic steps like they ran the place, Belphie needed to hold himself back from trying to break down the door and throttle this kid.

Pff, of course Diavolo would have a half human kid. Of course.

…kid beat the shit out of him when he tried to kill them. We stan this MC.

After all is said and done, Belphie still isn’t overly fond of MC. They’re brash and rude and only funny 40% of the time. They don’t even like napping 😒

But Beel likes the little runt, so Belphie and MC put up with each other.

Bonus! Your Angelic Uncle Simeon’s Chihuahua

:0 friend!

MC: *speaks*

>:0 not friend! Begone! *throws crucifix*

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Father of Mine – 1/2

Character: Bruce Wayne x Daughter!Reader

Summary: With the tragic passing of her mother, Y/N learns to the truth of who her father is. 

Word Count: 4,000+

Warnings: Family death, cancer, absent father, cremation 

A/N: The reader is described as tall in this fic. Bruce Wayne is 6′2 and I’m tall, so I’m indulging myself with no apologies. Read it or don’t. 

“Do you want to say anything before we…” the operator asked her.

“No,” Y/N answered quickly.

“Oh, my assistant forgot to give you this,” the operator gave her a shy smile as he handed her a small cardboard box.

She opened it to find all of her mother’s jewelry that had been on her body at the funeral.

“Thank you,” Y/N told him.

“Ready?” The operator asked.

He had been so kind throughout the whole process. It was obvious he was used to people breaking down and being extremely emotional. 

But Y/N had been stoic, almost concerningly so. 

Though he wasn’t one to judge. Everyone grieved differently.

With the pull of a handle, Y/N watched her mother’s body going into the chamber.

“It will be a few hours,” the operator told her.

He meant it will it will take a few hours for her mother’s body to burn to ash. Then they would hand her a tacky vase with her remains.

Y/N just nodded. “I’ll go for a walk.”

As soon as she was outside, Y/N called her mother’s executor.

“Ms. Y/L/N, I was just about to call you.”

“I’m at the crematory,” she told him. “I figured we should discuss the bills that still need to be paid for.”

“Yes, of course. As I mentioned to you before, your mother’s life insurance covers quite a lot of it…” his words died out.

“But it’s still not enough,” Y/N finished for him. “I’ll get the money.”

She wasn’t exactly rich, but she also wasn’t living paycheck to paycheck. But people never realized how much money it cost for loved ones to die. It was honestly ridiculous.

“You might want to consider taking out a loan,” he tried to suggest gently.

“I’ll think about it.”

“Another thing, Ms. Y/L/N. There was an envelope with a name on it. And your mother left instructions on delivering the envelope to them.”

She stopped her pacing. 

“What name is on the envelope?” Y/N asked.

There was a pause.

“Bruce Wayne.”

Y/N’s brow furrowed.

Of course she knew who Bruce Wayne was – everyone in Gotham did, as well as most of the country. He was a billionaire playboy, only making headlines when he was a mess. But every once in awhile his philanthropy would sneak in there. Y/N always assumed those were only to help recover his image and not because he was a good person.

“You still there?” The executor asked.

“Yeah. I’m just a bit confused. But please pass it along to him, if that’s what my mom wanted.”

“I can’t. The instructions specifically say for you to deliver the envelop to him in person.”

“In person?” Y/N groaned in annoyance as she pinched the bridge of her nose.

Why did all of this have to be so god damn complicated?

“Yes. Her instructions are…oddly specific."

“Fine,” she huffed. “I’ll pick up everything from your office before the work day ends.”

——————

Y/N stared at the envelop that she’d tossed on her coffee table as she sipped a rather large glass of red wine.

She was wracking her brain trying to think of a time when her mom mentioned knowing Bruce Wayne. But Y/N would’ve remembered her mom saying his name – even in passing. It’s not a name that one can drop casually.

Y/N pulled up her phone and googled him. But she looked at his history. Yes, he was from Gotham, as was her mom, but so were 10 million other people.

But then Y/N’s scrolling paused when she realized they went to the same high school: Gotham Academy. Not only that, they graduated in the same year.

‘Were they friends?’ Y/N wondered.

But just classmates or friends still didn’t seem to warrant a handwritten letter to be delivered after one’s death.

Y/N didn’t open the envelope.

Her mother’s instructions specifically told her not to. And if she put in that much of an effort to get this done after her death, Y/N wasn’t going to ignore such a request.

That didn’t mean she wasn’t curious.

“Fuck,” Y/N sighed before throwing back the rest of her wine.

——————

“I’m sorry, ma’am. I can’t grant you access to the building without your name being in the system by the company you’re visiting,” the building receptionist told her for the third time.

“I understand. But I called his office 30 fucking times and they refuse to put me through to him or get me an appointment,” Y/N practically growled.

“I’m sorry, ma’am. I already called their office to say you were here and they didn’t recognize your name. I can’t let you through to the elevators.”

Y/N’s gaze flickered to the security guard who stood a few feet away. He was eyeing her now that there was clearly an argument going on.

Y/N wanted to roll her eyes. She had a good foot on him – even without her heels on. And he looked like he couldn’t run a 50 yard dash without passing out or vomiting. If he thought he was going to physically stop her, he had another thing coming.

“Listen, I am not some crazy fucking stalker. My mom knew Bruce Wayne and in her will she asked me to deliver this to him,” Y/N’s voice lowered and became disturbingly calm. “I don’t want to be here just as much as you don’t want to have this conversation.”

“Ma’am, I’m going to need you to calm down,” the security guard finally stepped forward.

“Oh, fuck off,” Y/N rolled her eyes at the rent-a-cop.

“Ma’am, I’ll have to ask you to leave,” he continued.

“Call me ma’am one more fucking time…” Y/N growled.

But the security guard was taking a step to her.

“Excuse me. What seems to be the problem here?” A voice suddenly interrupted.

Everyone turned to see a young man – younger than Y/N – glaring at the security guard just as he was about to grab Y/N.

“M-Mr. Drake, we were just escorting this young woman from the premises,” the guard stuttered out.

Everyone at the building knew every member of the Wayne family. But unlike his siblings, Tim Drake was at the office almost every day. As one should be when they’re the CEO of a multi-billion dollar company.

“For what reason?” Tim Drake asked.

“She insists on seeing Mr. Wayne. But she doesn’t have an appointment. For security reasons, I cannot let her through, obviously, unless the company she is visiting has put her into their system and the building’s system,” the receptionist explained nervously.

Y/N frowned as if she was bored of the whole thing.

Tim stepped forward. “May I ask what your business with Bruce Wayne is?”

Now that he was closer, Y/N noticed how exhausted he looked. He was handsome still, of course. But she wondered when he last got a good night’s sleep. He was shorter than her, probably standing at 5’5. And she still believed he was younger than her, which was wild seeing as he was already the CEO and couldn’t be older than 24.

Y/N sighed before she grabbed the envelope from her black leather satchel, and showed that Bruce Wayne’s name was handwritten on it.

“My mother wished me to personally deliver this to him.”

Tim tilted his head slightly. “Why isn’t she doing it?”

“Because she’s dead,” she shot back without emotion.

But Tim’s face became sympathetic. “I’m sorry. I should’ve assumed…”

“It’s fine,” Y/N quickly cut him off before he could continue.

She was so tired of being on the receiving end of people’s sympathy. It didn’t help. And the words stopped holding any meaning to her.

“But I’m sorry. Bruce isn’t in today. And he probably won’t be coming to the office for the rest of the week.”

“Oh,” was all she responded with.

Of course Bruce Wayne didn’t come to work. Why would he?

This was a stupid idea. And now she had made a scene because of it.

“But if you give me your information, I will personally let him know that you are trying to reach him.”

“Really?” Y/N asked in shock.

Tim smiled at her surprise. “Of course.”

“Here’s my card,” she quickly grabbed one from her wallet and then a pen. “All my info is on that.” She wrote something on the back. “And that’s my mom’s name.”

He took it from her and nodded. “What was your mother’s relationship with Bruce?”

Y/N shrugged. “Honestly, I have no idea. I’ve been trying to figure it out. Apparently they graduated in the same high school class. But that’s all I was able to find.”

He nodded.

“Thank you…Mr. Drake. For your help. Really,” she urged.

“Please, it’s just Tim.” Then he glared at the receptionist and security guard. “For you it is, at least.”

“Thank you again,” Y/N felt like saying it 30 more times still wouldn’t be enough.

“You don’t have to thank me. Someone will be in touch. Have a good day, Ms. Y/L/N.”

“Y/N,” she corrected with a smile before she nodded and started backing away.

He smiled at her correction and gave a final nod.

——————

Y/N didn’t expect to hear from anyone for at least a week.

If the Wayne family was one thing, it was busy.

They probably had parties to go to, meetings to attend, private jets taking them around the world whenever they wished.

Why would they ever prioritize a meeting with her, a stranger?

So imagine her surprise when she received a call from an unrecognized number the same day she gave Tim Drake her card.

“Hello?” She answered.

Usually she would let any unknown number go to voicemail.

“Hello,” a British voice answered. “Am I speaking with Ms. Y/F/N Y/L/N?”

“This is she,” Y/N sat up straighter on her couch.

“This is Alfred Pennyworth. I work for Master Wayne and manage all his personal appointments. I was told by Master Tim that you wished to meet with him?”

“Uhhh. Yes. Yes, I do. Is that…is that possible?”

“Would you be able to stop by Wayne Manor on Friday afternoon?”

Y/N already knew she had nothing going on that would stop her from getting this done. But she still paused to pretend to think about it.

“Yes, Friday afternoon should be fine. Are you sure he doesn’t just want me to stop by Wayne Enterprises?”

It felt oddly intimate to stop by Wayne Manor. Wouldn’t they want to meet her in a more secure location like a corporate building with security that already hated her?

“He is quite certain. Should I send a car for you Ms. Y/L/N?”

A car?

Y/N felt even more out of her depth now.

“Oh, no. That won’t be necessary. I’ll be there.”

“I look forward to meeting you, Ms. Y/L/N.”

“Thanks,” she answered before hanging up and realizing that probably wasn’t the proper response to such a polite goodbye.

——————

“I haven’t heard that name since high school,” Bruce had muttered as he stared at the business card for what felt like the thousandth time.

“Yes, and the end of your relationship did not end on the best of terms,” Alfred commented.

Y/M’s/N Y/L/N had been Bruce’s high school sweetheart.

An she had seen the last moments of Bruce’s normal life. 

Upon graduation, Bruce decided to leave Gotham and that’s how his second life was founded. The two of them broke up before the summer after graduation had even ended.

Well, “Breakup” was a strong word.

Bruce stopped answering her calls.

She was his first love and he continued to love her.

But once Bruce realized where his life was going and who he wanted to be, he knew he couldn’t drag her into it. She deserved better.

And Bruce was a coward about relationships then. Maybe he still was.

“I am certain you did a thorough background check on her already,” Alfred commented with a smirk.

Bruce took in a breath before listing off all of her accomplishments. “Y/F/N Y/L/N. Graduated number one in her class at Gotham Academy. She was the star of the track team, breaking the regional record for fastest time in 100m, 200m, and 400m races. Also captain of her soccer team. Attended NYU’s photography program before dropping out after a year. Now she’s a professional photography. Her work’s been featured in Vogue, New York Times, National Geographic…amongst others.”

“Rather an impressive woman,” Alfred said.

Bruce nodded.

“I should get the tea and coffee ready for her arrival.” And with that, Alfred left Bruce in the drawing room.

30 minutes later, the doorbell rang.

Bruce glanced down at his watch: she was right on time.

He heard Alfred saying his pleasantries before he heard the clicking of her heels as she rounded the corner to enter the room he was waiting in.

For being a famous photographer, she could’ve been a runway model with her height and the way she walked into the room, completely owning it. She wore four-inch heels, only adding to her natural tallness. And her bright, red coat only added to her presence.

For a split second, Bruce was convinced that he was looking at an Amazon. Diana immediately flashed into his mind for a split second. Perhaps that was what Y/M’s/N needed help with: to get her daughter to her real people. But how would she have known Bruce Wayne had such connections? Unless she knew Batman’s true identity…

As soon as Y/N spotted him in the room, he rose from his seat.

“Ms. Y/L/N,” Bruce greeted.

He took a step forward and held out his hand.

“You guys really love the formalities.” She said it with a dark evenness, but it was clearly a joke. “Y/N is fine, Mr. Wayne,” she added as she shook his hand.

“In that case, it’s Bruce,” he countered with a soft smirk.

There was something so familiar about her. But Bruce knew they’d never met. 

“Thank you for seeing me. I don’t want to waste anymore of your time,” Y/N quickly got to it. She opened her purse to grab the envelope.

“My mom wanted you to have this. And she wanted to make sure I was the one to give it to you,” Y/N explained as she offered it to him.

Bruce took it carefully, but didn’t open it. “Yes, I heard about her passing. I’m very sorry for your loss.”

“Thank you,” she said hurriedly, making it obvious to Bruce that she did not want nor need his condolences.

Bruce nodded slowly.

There was a pause.

“Do you know what it says?” He asked her lightly.

She shook her head. “I wasn’t supposed to read it.”

“I see.”

“I should really be going. I have a flight to catch later tonight.” Most people that visited Wayne Manor wished to stay there forever. Or their curiosity got the best of them and their eyes took in every little detail.

But Y/N looked like she’d rather be anywhere else. And she wanted to get out as soon as she possibly could.

“Thank you again for seeing me,” she rushed out.

Without waiting for his answer, Y/N turned and started walking out of the room.

But she only got a few steps before she stopped.

Bruce watched her shoulders tense and her body move as she was clearly taking in deep breath.

Slowly, Y/N turned around to face him.

“Were you friends?”

Bruce gave her a watery smile. “She was my girlfriend in high school.”

Y/N seemed annoyed by that answer. “She never mentioned you. Not once.”

Bruce’s brow furrowed at that and his eyes zoned out as if he was revising the past in his mind. “I’m not entirely surprised. Things didn’t really end well between us.”

She nodded slowly. “Goodbye, Mr. Wayne.”

And Y/N turned and strutted out of the room without looking back.

As soon as Bruce heard her cab drive away, he ripped open the envelope and pulled out a letter.

He barely noticed that Dick had walked into the room. “May I ask…Who was the extremely attractive and tall woman that just walked out?”

But Bruce didn’t hear him as his eyes raced across the letter. His heart sped as he continued reading.

“Bruce?” Dick asked after being ignored. “Is she your next conquest or what?”

It wasn’t until Bruce was done reading the letter for the third time that he finally looked up and acknowledged Dick.

Alfred had also walked into the room, unbeknownst to Bruce.

“You OK?” Dick asked, now concerned with how silent Bruce had become.

“Master Wayne?” Alfred also urged.

“That was…my daughter,” Bruce finally muttered.

Dick blinked before his eyes grew wide in shock.

Alfred seemed less surprised, almost as if he had already put that together.

“Excuse me,” Bruce told them and exited the room.

———

Dick and Alfred must’ve warned the rest of the family not to bother Bruce in the cave. Usually he would’ve been disturbed by now.

Bruce had been at the computer for hours.

Alfred was the first person to come down, carrying a tray with dinner and tea.

The butler wasn’t surprised to find Y/N’s face all over the screens.

If Bruce had left any available information hidden before inviting Y/N to the manor, it was all out there now. Bruce knew everything about Y/F/N Y/L/N that was public knowledge – probably even some things that were not.

“You know, you did not seem all that surprised,” Bruce said to Alfred as he put the tray of food down next to him.

“Seemed rather obvious, didn’t it?”

Bruce quickly turned to look at him. “It did?”

Alfred smirked. “Her eyes,” was all he said.

“The color?”

Alfred shook his head. “As soon as she walked into the manor, they were reading me.” He tilted his head in Bruce’s direction. “Observation. Perception. Attention to detail...That is all you, Master Wayne.”

“The way she held herself,” Alfred continued, "Shoulders held back, head high, walking with purpose. No hesitation.”

“Also me?” Bruce asked.

Alfred simply nodded.  

“I don’t think she liked me very much,” Bruce sighed.

He didn’t know how he felt about that yet.

“A lot of people think you don’t like them when you first meet them,” Alfred countered. “Because I don’t trust them yet.”

Alfred raised his brows and silently ask him, ‘Don’t you see my point?’

Bruce rubbed his face and reached for the tea on the tray, ignoring all the food.

“I don’t know why you’re so entertained by this, Alfred.”

“Yes, I was entertained. I just saw a younger, female version of you, Master Wayne.”

“I abandoned her,” Bruce shot.

“You didn’t know she existed,” Alfred corrected.

“And why do you think that is?”

Alfred’s face dropped a little bit when he noticed the envelope discarded on the far end of Bruce’s desktop.

He looked down at the ground as he asked, “Might I ask what the letter said?”

Bruce glared at the letter as if touching it would burn him.

But after a moment, he grabbed it and quickly handed it to Alfred.

Bruce,

If this letter has finally reached you, it is because I have passed.

I must admit that I wrote this letter mostly in the event that I leave my daughter before she is an adult. But once Y/N turned 18, I decided to still pass this along to you.

There is no easy way to tell you this, so I will get to the point.

The young woman who delivered this letter to you is your daughter, Bruce.

Y/F/N Y/M/N Y/L/N.

When I found out I was pregnant with her, I was only 18. We had just graduated high school. You had started traveling. You called less and less. And you grew more distant – physically and emotionally. Eventually, you stopped answering my calls altogether. I left you a voicemail, only saying that I so desperately needed to talk to you, that I needed you.

But you never called me back.

With no words at all, you made it very clear that you no longer wanted anything to do with me.

But there I was, a teenager who was pregnant with our child.

I would be lying if I said I never considered terminating my pregnancy. I was scared and you broke my heart. All I wanted to do was erase you from my life.

But I just couldn’t bring myself to do it.

Once I decided what my future was going to be, I also decided that I did not want you to have any part in it.

I knew even if you pretended to play the doting father and the committed partner, you would grow tired of us eventually. You would resent me and our child for bringing you down. And you would brush us aside for yourself.

I realized I would rather Y/N have no father at all than one who would only disappoint her over and over again.

To this day, I truly believe I did the right thing for all three of us.

There are not enough words to explain the complicated woman that Y/N grew up to be. But I will try my best. I think I owe you that at least. 

Or maybe you have no interest.

I don’t know how she became so much like you, even when I never so much as showed her a picture of you or uttered your name.

She enjoys being alone – almost to her own detriment. I constantly catch her repressing her feelings, always staying strong for everyone else. It reminds me of you. She’s assertive and confident, never letting anything stand in the way of what she wants. Sometimes I don’t think she’s scared of anything. It worries me, just like it worried me when I thought the same of you.

I truly don’t know what you will do with this information.

But…if you have any desire to form some sort of relationship with her, then you should know this: she will not make it easy for you. She will push you away. And she might even hate you. I raised her to never need a man in her life, and she’ll make sure you know that.

I don’t expect anything from you. I never did.

But I would just like to know there might be someone who will be there for her should she need them.

Goodbye, Bruce.

Alfred slowly handed the letter back to Bruce when he was finished.

“I pushed her away because I knew what I was about to become,” Bruce explained darkly. “And I didn’t want her anywhere near it. She would’ve been in danger.”

“Y/N, as well,” Alfred added.

“But had I known…if I just listened to her–”

“Master Wayne, I thought we had agreed to never linger on the ‘what ifs.’”

That sure silenced Bruce.

“Now, what do you plan on doing, Master Wayne?”

———

Y/N frowned when her phone started vibrating and she recognized the name of her mom’s executor on her phone screen.

“Hello?”

“Ms. Y/L/N, how are you?”

“Fine. How are you?” She was quick, wanting to get this over with. Surely, he had bad news. Another medical bill came in or some other expense that slipped by them.

“Good, good. Just curious…have you placed any payments to our various claims?”

“Uhhh…no. But I’m working on it.”

Y/N hadn’t expected to get a call nagging about paying bills.

“No, no, no. You misunderstand. They’ve all been paid,” the executor explained.

Y/N sat up straighter in her chair. “What? That’s not possible.”

“An anonymous donor. They somehow got record of all your outstanding payments and covered all of them.”

Y/N was stunned to silence.

“Ms. Y/L/N…this is a good thing.”

She blinked and shook her head. “Right. Yes, of course. I just…thank you.”

“Don’t thank me. Thank this guardian angel of yours.”

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Part 2

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Matt Murdock x fem!reader, Benjamin Poindexter x reader (on the side but also main lol)

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings: season 3 spoilers, violence, blood, stalking, murder, slight suggestive comments, mentions of working at a suicide hotline, brief mention of Karen’s brothers death

Author’s Note: on occasion i sit down and like lose my shit by just writing and writing and writing and this is one of the occasions. I truly had such fun with this. Matt my lovely.

Summary: What if Dex’s last hope was you and not Julie? Based during season 3.

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

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Dex walked into your bookstore slowly, his hat on and his hands in his pockets. He couldn’t fuck this up. Fucking this up would be very very bad for him. This was his last shot to be good. Well not good, but good enough to not break the law.

You were sitting behind the counter, engrossed in a book. You were messing with your hair absentmindedly, not paying mind to the fact he had just walked into the store. Usually you would greet people but you were distracted. That was okay. It was almost pure and he liked that. Pure was good.

He browsed the shelves for a moment, catching a glimpse of you between the stacks of books. You had your finger to your mouth, breathing heavily. It was adorable. Dex pulled out a random book and walked up to the front where you were sitting. You jumped, meeting his eyes and giving him an embarrassed smile.

“Oh I didn’t even see you come in,” you said honestly. You put a bookmark in your novel and placed it aside. “Is this all?” He nodded, pulling out his wallet. He had barely looked at the book he had picked out. Both of you looked down at it now. It was a paperback romance novel. You tried to hide the smile on your face.

‘It’s a gift,” he said.

“Of course.” You looked up and studied his face for a moment, trying to remember where you recognized him from. Your gaze lingered probably a moment too long and you broke away, ringing up the book. “I’m sorry, do I know you?”

“I don’t think so.”

“No, I do. Dex! Benjamin Poindexter,” you said, leaning back. “You probably don’t remember me. We worked at the suicide hotline all those years ago.”

“Y/N. No, of course I remember you. Seems like forever ago.” You nodded, smiling slightly at the blast from the past. With everything going on with Matt right now you welcomed some sort of semblance of the life before him. You worked there in college, months before the two of you ever met.

“Yeah, geez. What are you up to these days Dex? Other than reading romance novels.”

“I told you that was a gift,” he said, making you laugh.

“Yeah. Why don’t we get coffee and catch up?”

“What time do you get off?”

“This is my shop, I can get off whenever I want. How about going for lunch?” He smiled, pleased. This was going well.

“I would like that. Glad we don’t have to wait till six.”

“How did you know I usually close at six? It says seven on the door.” He pushed back slightly as he handed you his card. You rang him up slowly, eyeing him.

“Wild guess. Most stores close at six this time of year right?”

“Right.” You handed him the book and grabbed the closed sign, putting it in front of the door. “Just so you know, I have a boyfriend.” He nodded.

“Understandable. I could just use a friend.” You nodded.

“Me too.”

“Matt won’t mind.” Your eyes locked with his. You hadn’t said Matt’s name. With the nature of Matt’s life, you had to be worried about people who walked into your life, especially one who knows his name.

“I didn’t say-” He gestured to the framed picture on the wall behind you. It was a picture of you and Matt that said Y/N and Matt 2015 underneath it. It had been a gift from Foggy. You breathed a soft sigh of relief.

“Let’s walk. I know a place just down the street.”

===

At lunch Dex explained to you a little bit about why he got back in contact with you. It was embarrassingly obvious that he hadn’t just stumbled into your bookstore. After getting over the initial worry, you decided to help him. You needed friends outside of Matt, Karen and Foggy. Dex and you had gotten along at the suicide hotline. You told him you had a boyfriend and he seemed to be relieved, knowing now that you didn’t think he was trying to pursue you romantically.

He sat on your couch now, holding a cup of coffee, his head on the back of the couch. You were in the kitchen, making something for dinner when he arrived.

“Well tell me about work then. It seems like the source of contention,” you called. He groaned.

“You could say that again.” He stood up, walking over to you. He leaned over the kitchen island, the cup in his hands. “They want to use me as a scapegoat,” he said. He made a goat noise which made you giggle. Making you giggle brought him more joy than he cared to admit.

“I’m not supposed to laugh at your pain, stop making it funny,” you said, mixing the pan on the stove.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” You lifted the wooden spoon and put your hand under it, bringing it over to him. He tried it, humming in content. “That’s good.”

“Thank you. Would you like a bowl?”

“Are you sure I can stay?”

“Matt has been coming and going, I doubt I’ll see him for dinner tonight. I could use the company.” You started to put the soup into a bowl. “Go on about scapegoats.” ===

Your mind wandered as you walked home from the bookstore. You had been talking with Dex for a couple of days now. It seemed to be helping him. It was also nice to have someone on the outside, someone not involved with all of Matt’s messes. You were still getting used to having Matt around. You thought he was dead for months.

You opened the door to the bottom floor of your apartment and started to walk upstairs. You took out your headphones and put your hand on the doorknob of your home when a hand grabbed your arm. You jumped, turning around quickly. You were met with Matt, pulling you to his chest. You raised an eyebrow.

“Ma-”

“Sh.” You shut up and waited patiently for him to explain why the hell he had just grabbed you like you were about to fall off a cliff. Your chest was flush with his. Having him so close was still odd. You had thought about the things you would do if he ever came back from the dead and now that he was here you just wanted to never stop touching him. He didn’t have on his glasses. It was rare you saw his eyes when he wasn’t in pain or in bed. “Get behind me. Don’t come in when I do.” You did as you were told. He opened up the door and stepped inside. You caught the glimpse of men inside your apartment, seemingly painting the wall. Your eyes went wide. You hadn’t called anyone for that. You could hear the muffled voices from the other side.

“This isn’t your apartment,” one of the men said. Matt’s eyes went wide.

“Sorry.” He gestured to his eyes. “I’m blind.”

“No worries man.” He opened the door back up and shoved Matt outside, rather quickly.

“What was that?” you questioned quietly.

“Come with me.”

===

Once you got away from the apartment he finally started to talk. You walked down the street, weaving through people.

“Fisk doesn’t know about my nightly activities,” he said, turning a corner to an empty alleyway.

“Yeah. I obviously didn’t tell him.”

“I left you so you would be safe and now you’re in danger but not because I’m back.”

“What?”

“Those people were going to kill you. But not because you’re my girlfriend,” he said. You could see the cogs turning in his head. “That’s not how Fisk does it anyway. He would take you captive, use you as bait to get me. That’s why he hasn’t killed Karen or Foggy. So why are those men trying to kill you?”

“I don’t know,” you said honestly.

“Have you made any friends lately?” “Am I not allowed to have friends?”

“You know why I’m asking.” You let out an annoyed sigh.

“Yeah. I reconnected with a friend from college, Dex. But he isn’t going to kill me,” you said incredulously.

“Obviously. Where does Dex work? What’s his past?”

“What does that matter?”

“Your safety matters!” Matt said, a scowl on his face. You backed down. He was just trying to help.

“He works for the FBI,” you explained. “We met when I worked at the suicide hotline for a while, literaly a month before we met. We got along, he needed a friend.” Matt nodded softly to himself.

“You have a habit of getting in with people with awful pasts. You know anything about his?”

“I do not have a habit-”

“I’m your boyfriend. Karen is your best friend, Karen killed her brother in a car accident when she was on drugs. Again, I’m your boyfriend.” You rolled your eyes.

“Foggy owns a sub shop.”

“Foggy aside. Work with me. Please.” He grabbed your hands. You nodded slowly, shrugging.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know anything about his past.”

“So we can’t rule it out. I’ll ask Karen to look into it.” You nodded.

“I can’t go home.”

“No you can’t.” He was silent for a moment, thinking about what to do with you. “Can you stay with Dex?” You blinked.

“Babe-”

“No I...if this is about him then someone wanted to kill you to get to him. If you’re with him they won’t hurt you.”

“Ever the genius.”

“Go. Quickly. I have to get to Karen.” He started to walk away but you grabbed his hand, pulling him back. You stared at his face in silence. “Sorry. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

===

You arrived at Dex’s not ten minutes later. You knocked on the door nervously. He came quickly, punctually. His eyes went wide when he saw you.

“Hey, what’s-”

“Can I stay here?” you asked. He was stunned for a moment. He moved aside so you could walk in, shutting the door behind you.

“What’s wrong?” You had been contemplating what to tell him for the whole walk here. Matt would tell you to lie. You figured he would be able to see right through you.

“There were some people at my apartment,” you said, looking at him nervously. “There was a hit on me.” Dex was amazed. Why? You hadn’t done anything wrong. The opposite actually. You had been helping him get his shit together. He wasn’t sure what to do if he lost you now.

Then it hit him.

“Oh fuck.” Wilson Fisk had tried to kill you to get to him. To make him vulnerable. He shook his head, walking up to you quickly. He put his hands on your upper arms. “This is my fault but I’m gonna fix it. You can stay here until I do. I’m so glad you’re okay.” You nodded slowly.

“Why is this your fault Dex? Why would they want to kill me?”

“You’re all I have,” he breathed. “I’m gonna fix this.”

===

He could be a good guy for you. He could be the guy Fisk wanted him to be to keep you safe until he could kill Fisk. If that included masquerading as Daredevil, so be it. It would keep you safe and when all this shit was over, he could rebuild himself with the routine and the structure.

“We’re doing this,” Karen said simply, walking beside you. You scoffed.

“Yeah. We are. Is this stupid?”

“I don’t think any of Matt’s ideas have been smart.” You slid through the newspaper office with her, Jasper Evans behind the two of you. You would get Jasper to talk to the press and then get him to testify against Fisk. This was the start of the end, you convinced yourself.

You sat down with Karen, Jasper and Karen’s boss. Foggy was standing beside you, along with some other lawyers and journalists.

You breathed evenly as the conversation started. You were staring at the wall as the power went out. You all stood up, looking around.

That was when you saw Matt. Or rather, Daredevil. It was the red Daredevil suit. You didn’t know where Matt got it back but you were relieved to see him. That meant you were safe, nothing could get you here.

Then you saw actual Matt emerge from the shadows. You gasped.

“Who is that?” you hissed at Karen. She shook her head, astounded. She blocked Jasper with her body.

“I have no idea,” she responded shakily.

Matt was taking too bad a beating. The fight was with someone that was an expert. You fumbled for a weapon as the fake Daredevil knocked Matt on the ground. He started to make his way to the office room you were in. He shot one of the lawyers, knocked Foggy over the head. You gasped, fumbling backwards.

“No, no, no,” Karen mumbled, realizing the gravity of this situation. He turned the gun to you, the next in the room. You saw him about to squeeze the trigger then stop. He paused. You shook.

“Y/N?” he whispered. Did you know him? The mask hid his face. You thought he was Matt a few minutes ago but he was definitely not Matt now. “Step aside.”

“I can’t do that,” you said, shakily.

He shook his head. He hit you over the head and you crumbled to the ground.

===

You woke up only five minutes later. You saw a black mask above you and almost started to cry.

“Matty,” you breathed, barely audibly. “You’re okay.” He nodded.

“So are you.” He helped you up.

“You need to get out of here,” Karen said. You nodded with her as you stood, rubbing your head where you had been hit.

“Go,” you said. “I’ll be fine. I’ll be at Dex’s later.”

===

You walked to Dex’s, shaking in the cold. Everything had gone so wrong. You opened the front door with your key and tossed your bag on the ground. Dex came out of the bedroom quickly.

“Where have you been?” he asked, rushing up to you.

“The Bulletin. Someone attacked the Bulletin.”

“Yeah Daredevil. It’s all over the news.” You shook your head.

“It wasn’t Daredevil,” you said sturtly. “He hit me over the head. I’m tired.” You almost collapsed in his arms but he caught you. He put his hand up to your head and gently touched where it hurt. You winced.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.”

“Matt might come later,” you breathed.

“I can take care of you.”

“I know. I want…” You rubbed your eyes. “Dex, my head hurts.”

“I know baby it’s okay.” He led you to the bathroom and hoisted you up on the counter. He enjoyed the pain. He enjoyed inflicting pain on others. It was something he had done since he was a kid. But if he could feel guilt he was feeling it now.

Your vision started to clear. You saw a cut on his lip.

“Did you get hurt?” you asked. He shook his head.

“Shaving,” he explained. “I was distracted.” You put your finger on his cut, too tired to rationalize.

“Be careful.”

“You too. Don’t go getting yourself into fights.”

“I didn’t. He was fighting. I was there.”

“I know but you shouldn’t try to stand up. Just let him go.”

“How did you know I stood up?”

“Because I know you.” He put a bag of ice on your head. There was a knock on the door.

“Matt,” you breathed. You tried to get off the counter. He shook his head.

“I’ll get it.” He walked over to the door and opened it.

Matt had a cut on his eye and a bad forming bruise on his cheek. Dex straightened his back.

“Is Y/N here?” The second he finished the sentence, he smelled it. The suit. It was in this apartment. He raised his chin. The silence gave Dex away. Matt knew that Dex knew.

You came walking behind Dex and threw your arms around Matt. He held you close, grappling with the situation. How would he get out of this? More importantly, how would he get you out of this? Dex wasn’t going to hurt you. Matt could literally use you as a shield and he was confident Dex wouldn’t kill you.

But Dex had hurt you earlier.

“We need to leave,” Matt whispered in your ear.

“Huh?”

“Thanks Dex for giving her a place to stay but my apartment just got cleared up,” Matt said, holding you stiffly by his side. Dex set his jaw.

“Maybe she should stay here. Looks like you got beat pretty bad.”

“Some assholes taking advantage of a blind guy,” Matt stated simply, shrugging. “It happens. That’s why I need her with me.”

“Well she’s been helping me too, I don’t think I can part with her now.” You looked between the two of them, so confused. Matt was being too apprehensive all of the sudden. The only way that could happen was if he figured something out here and now. Then it hit you. Dex was the fake Daredevil. Your eyes went wide with betrayal.

“Dex?” you breathed.

“I can explain,” he said. “To you. Not to him.” “Matt’s my boyfriend!”

“He can’t protect you. I can.” You shook your head, Matt’s grip on you only getting stronger.

“Dex why?” you asked. “You were doing so good!”

“I did it to protect you,” he said. “From Daredevil and from Fisk.”

“She doesn’t need protection from Daredevil,” Matt said.

“But she does from Fisk. As long as I’m important to Fisk and she’s important to me, she’s safe.”

“Clearly not. They tried to have her killed,” Matt said sturtly. “She’s not staying here anymore.”

“Please.” Dex walked forward and grabbed your hand. He pulled you out of Matt’s grasp and to him. “I need you. I’ll lose it without you. Stay with me.” You shook your head gently.

“Dex, it’s Matt, I can’t leave Matt.”

“Yes you can!” There was a beat of silence. “I’ll get rid of him for you. Then you can stay with me.” Matt started to walk toward him but you stopped him with a hand to his chest. You turned fully to Dex. You put your hands on his cheeks.

“Breath.” He stared into your eyes. “You don’t need Fisk.”

“If I don’t stay with Fisk you die.”

“No,” you said gently, shaking your head. “I have you to protect me.” He put his head against your forehead aggressively, breathing in counts of four. You rubbed his upper shoulders. Then Matt knocked him out by hitting him over the head with a cookbook that was on the kitchen table. He crumpled to the ground. “Oh!” You kneeled beside him.

“He’s fine,” Matt said. “Get up, we have to go.”

“I can’t leave him. Fisk’ll kill him.”

“Let him die.”

“Matthew.” You stood up. “He’s vulnerable. He needs the help.”

“No he doesn’t. He tried to kill me today. He tarnished Daredevil, he almost killed Karen and Foggy.”

“He doesn’t have anyone!” Matt grabbed your arm tightly.

“If you stay you will die.”

“You think you’re any safer?”

“What do you want me to do?!” he yelled.

“Let me help him! If we turn him then we could get in with Fisk, have someone on the inside.”

“Yeah and then I lose you. To death or to Dex.” You scoffed, shaking your head.

“Do you remember in college when you wouldn’t ask me out because you thought I liked Foggy? This is like that.”

“Yeah, Foggy never tried to kill me!” You shook your head. You walked over to the kitchen and grabbed a notepad and pen. “What are you doing?”

“Giving him the option. If he wants to help us, he meets me at the park tomorrow. If he doesn’t want to help us, I’m gone.” You scribbled it down and put it on his chest. You rubbed his hair back and walked to the bathroom. You grabbed the ice and put it on his head for a moment, putting a bottle of meds, the cassette you had made him and water beside him, next to the notepad.

“You’re an angel,” Matt muttered, almost like he hated it.

“No,” you said, standing back up. “I’m just as bad as the devil of hell's kitchen. Almost like I’m a part of him.”

“Almost like he’s been inside you.” You snorted.

“Matt.”

“We’re going to a church.”

“I have no idea where your morals lay right now.”

“It’s the only safe place I can think of for you to go right now. Come on, we don’t have much time.”

===

Maggie brushed your hair gently.

“So you’re the infamous Y/N?” she asked gently. Her presence was nice. Matt was showering so it was just the two of you. “Matt’s talked almost exclusively of you.” You smiled.

“He has a one track mind.”

“You don’t have to tell me that.” You turned to her, fiddling with your fingers.

“Thank you for letting me stay here.”

“Of course. It’s a safe haven for you and Matthew.” You nodded gently as Matt came into the room, rubbing his hair with a towel.

“Thanks for watching her Sister, I’ll take her now.” Maggie got up off the bed and put her hand on Matt’s arm.

“Be nice.” She walked up the stairs. You sat silently.

“I’m sorry,” you muttered. “About all of this?” He chuckled.

“You’re sorry?” He sat down beside you. You brushed your fingers over the side of his face, moving back past his ear. “You wouldn't be in this situation if it weren’t for me.” “Yeah, if it weren’t for you I would be on Fisk’s side regardless. I wouldn’t know any of this,” you said.

“You think he’s gonna come tomorrow?”

“I don’t know,” you muttered. “I hope he does. He’s tried so hard to be decent. He can’t help how he was born.” Matt nodded, putting his hand on your knee.

“You sure you don’t wanna sleep with him?”

“Positive.” You put your head on his shoulder and wrapped your arms around his waist. He lifted your legs up on his lap. You traced his new bruise on his cheek lightly. “This is gonna get really dirty.”

“As opposed to how squeaky clean it is now?” You put your head on his. He traced your features.

“You should sleep. You took quite a beating today.”

“No need to rub it in.”

“I’m not. I’m just stating the facts.” You kissed his neck gently. “I can’t lose you again.”

“And I can’t lose you again either. So we’ll just have to stay together.” You nodded.

“Good plan.”

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[lonely-lost-soul]

Of Immortality and Nymphs

(Philza Minecraft x Reader)

Request 2: Just c!philza simping over reader!!

Requested by: Anonymous 

(Okay maybe I got a little carried away with this one...) 

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     He met her for the first time when he was a young man, who barely understood the world around him. Messing with things he shouldn’t was his specialty so when he heard there used to be Nymphs in the nearby forests, he just had to find out if they were extinct or not. Phil flipped through his worn journal and tapped his quill on the paper, he wanted to document his journey to finding the supposedly mythical creature. After all, this was one of his first real adventures all by himself he wouldn’t accept any form of defeat. He popped the cork off the invisibility potion he had and downed it with one swig. Phil, now hidden, wandered into the forest of the last known location, of the last recorded Nymph. Not being visible to the creatures in the forest allowed Phil to take in the beauty of nature around him, he could get close to the animals and see them in their natural habitat. The forest was beautiful, sunlight peeking in through the leaves of the trees, it was magical. He placed his hand on the trees running his hand over the bark with a smile, Phil heard a soft twinkling in his ear, and his head shot up. Always trigger happy he put his hand on his sword, in the middle of a nearby clearing stood a beautiful woman with gorgeous (h/c) hair. Flowers and leaves seemed to be interwoven within the strands, her ears were elf-like in appearance adorned with gold piercings. Her dress flowed in the wind, it was a soft almost translucent green decorated with leaves, in her hand was a baby chick. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, it was clear she was the Nymph that the old stories were talking about, thank god for the invisibility potion. 

Pulling out his journal once more he began to sketch a picture of the elegant woman, he didn’t want to forget her face. The man looked up once more to finish up the sketch and the Nymph was gone, he frowned sadly, he did hope he could get to talk to her. 

     “What’re you drawing?” Phil snapped his notebook shut letting out a startled yelp, he turned to look at the figure beside him. The potion must’ve worn off when he wasn’t looking, however beside him was said Nymph. His jaw almost dropped open, did she have no self-preservation? “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you!” She stepped a few steps back and he held out his arm to stop her. 

     “No! No, you’re alright!” He put his hand to his heart, “I’m Phil. and you are?” 

     “(Y/n). Are you human?” 

     “Tragically,” Phil gave her a little smile as she tilted her head curiously. “Are you a Nymph?” You looked a little hesitant, he watched as your ears twitched in an undeniably cute way. He felt himself melt a little as you gave a nod, 

     “A Meliae if you want to get specific,” you smiled fondly giving him a teasing wink. Opening his notebook again he scribbled that down next to the figure drawing of you, you sat down in front of him watching in awe, “Is that your language’s written system?” Looking back up at her curious expression Phil once again felt his heartbeat speed up in his chest. 

     “It is. You’re very clever,” He hummed and was delighted in the way you flushed up to the tips of your ears. You waved him off, 

     “I’m not that clever. When you’ve been around as long as I have you pick up on certain things,” He watched you carefully as you sat down beside him resting on your knees. Curiously Phil tilted his head,

     “How long have you been around?”

     “Don’t you know it’s rude to ask a woman her age?” She shot back a grin on her features, oh Phil was in love. Nymphs did tend to have that effect on people, people fall hard and fast for them, but Phil didn’t care. 

     “My apologies, that was rude of me huh?”

     “Very.” She teased with a snicker, “I’ve honestly lost count at this point.” 

     “You’ve lost track? So you’re immortal then?” Phil’s entire face lit up the excitement prevalent on his features, “Tell me everything.” He pleaded, with a soft laugh you began to share your tale with the man in front of you. Phil was enamored she had lived more lifetimes than he could begin to comprehend, what he wouldn’t do to have that gift. The duo talked long into the evening and well into the next morning, Phil knew he had to head home soon. Not that he had anyone waiting for him back home, but he couldn’t stay with her forever as much as he wanted to. “When can I see you again?” He whispered taking your hands within his own, he couldn’t help but notice how soft they were for someone living in a forest. You hesitantly pressed your finger to his earring, 

     “They’ll start to glow whenever I’m near. So you can always find me,” You whispered cupping his cheek in your hand, he felt himself lean into it. “I’ll see you soon Phil,” You leaned forward pressing a tender kiss to his lips before disappearing in a flurry of flowers and leaves. Phil let out a shaky breath bringing his fingers to his lips a wild smile appearing across them. He opened his journal one last time adding ‘great kissers’ to his list of things about the Nymph of the forest. 

They met many more times after that, and with each meeting, Phil only fell more and more in love with her. He wanted to protect you and keep you safe especially after telling him that Nymphs were hunted for their tears that give immortality but now without the expense of the Nymph. Yet even with his pleading, you wouldn’t leave the forest you called home. You told him maybe one day you could, but you were the only Nymph protecting the forest and you had to stay to protect your home. Ever the gentleman Phil would drop the conversation and steer it into another direction said direction ended with a lot of kissing. 

As the years flew by Phil found himself growing older and you remaining the same and as beautiful as ever, he wanted to be immortal with you. He never wanted to lose you, so he made a deal with the God of undying, sacrificing his three lives for one immortal life so he could remain by your side forever. He’d also have to give up part of his humanity, he was bestowed giant black crow-like wings. But he’d do anything so long as he got to be by your side for the rest of eternity. Phil didn’t want to tell you at first, afraid you’d be mad but it was hard to hide giant black wings and the man could never stay far away from you. When he finally saw you again you knew what went down practically immediately. Surprisingly you took it much better than he originally thought, you seemed to flattered beyond belief but also pissed as hell. Desperately you tried to explain to him that immortality wasn’t a gift but a curse, seeing the world change around you while you stay young forever wasn’t as fun as it sounded. The man scoffed, shooting back a comment of his own about how he didn’t want to imagine a world without you by his side. You didn’t deserve to lose someone you loved just because they were mortal and he stood by that.

He watched your face scrunch up, cheeks turning pink at his sentiment. Mostly because you were melting around his words and he knew it too by the smirk evident on his features. Phil locked eyes with you and smiled endearingly, 

     “I love you.” 

     “I’m pregnant.” 

     “Fucking what-” He choked on his spit any argument that started before fizzled out the minute you had told you said those two words to him. He felt his features morphed in surprise before wrapping you in a tight suffocating hug. That only solidified his choices, he made the right decision, he needed to stay by you and your child’s side so long as the universe allowed him to. 

However, things weren’t all peaches and rainbows as the world changed to a dark and dismal place once more. Forests were being burned and destroyed and humans once again discovered the existence of Nymphs and wanted to hunt them down for sport. Things were dangerous, way too dangerous for you and the newborn son you shared with Phil. Reluctantly you and Phil came to a decision, to protect your baby you needed to leave, it was the only way to keep them safe. You held the baby close to your chest, tears swelling in your eyes as Phil kissed your cheeks trying to shush you softly. “It’s alright…” His voice was gentle, his big hand caressing the boy’s chocolate brown curls. 

     “It’s not alright. Phil...I don’t wanna leave you or Wilbur.” Your voice quivered and Phil’s heart shattered in pieces, “But his safety comes first.” You brought the baby up to your lips and kissed his forehead, he giggled sweetly trying to squish his mother’s cheeks. You laughed as he did so, “My sweet, lovely boy. I’ll have to leave you for a while, I don’t want to but you need to be kept safe. I…” Phil frowned watching as you choked up once more, “I’m not safe.” Even through your tears, Phil thought you were beautiful, “You can’t tell him about me…” 

     “(Y/n) I can’t- That’s just not fair-” You shushed him with a kiss to his lips, passing Wilbur off to him. 

     “If he’s anything like his father he’ll lose his mind searching for his mother. He needs to live his life.” You reached up holding Phil’s chin on your pointer finger, “He has to live life to its fullest, Nothing can hold him back. It has to stay this way until I can come back. Which I will...hopefully it won’t be too long.” You smiled up at him and Phil took in a shaky breath, 

     “What if I ruin him.” His voice was painfully tight holding his grip on Wilbur tightening as well, it made the baby squirm. You shushed him softly, pressing a kiss to his lips, his scruff tickling your chin. To him the kisses always felt electric, never devoid of passion and adoration, he leaned forward to chase those addicting lips as you pulled away. 

     “You won’t ruin him, you’re the most gentle and kind man I’ve ever met. You took care of me all these years, you’ll be amazing for Wilby.” Phil watched as you kissed Wilbur one last time before stepping away with a shaky breath. “Just be as good to him as you are to me,” You both heard the crunch of leaves, it caused you to jump a little looking around the forest frantically. 

     “Go. We’ll be fine. Just stay safe and come back to us okay?” You could only nod at him before disappearing in a gust of leaves and flowers. Phil felt his heartache and he jolted as Wilbur began to cry seemingly already missing the presence of his mother. “Oh Wilbur hush, hush for me please,” His father pleaded as he began to rock him gently this was going to be a lot harder than he would ever anticipate, but to keep you safe he’d give up the entire world. 

~~~

Decades went by, Phil had not only Wilbur to watch over but three more idiotic kids, others adopted of course. Wilbur had grown up into a strapping young man, got married, and had a son, you would be so proud of him. You’d spoil Fundy rotten, he just knew you would, he was sure you’d also spoil Tommy and Tubbo. Not to mention you’d force your motherly affection all over Technoblade and he wouldn’t have a choice but to open up to you. 

However, none of them even knew you existed, lies were told about who Wilbur’s mother was when any of them asked and it killed him on the inside to lie about you. Eventually, Wilbur just stopped asking, most likely assuming something bad happened that Phil never wanted to discuss with him. Something far too painful to even tell his son about,

 Which was half right he supposed. 

It started like any other day, Tommy and Wilbur were messing around with Dream, something about discs and war that Phil didn’t particularly care about. Wilbur had come over once again to plead with Phil for aid in the war, but once again he refused him. This time he even brought Fundy along thinking that seeing his grandson might change the older man’s mind. However, he still refused knowing it wasn’t going to end well in the long run even if Wilbur did win. Sometimes kids had to make their own mistakes to learn about the future. It’s not like he hadn’t told Wil it wouldn’t end well, he did multiple times, but the kid was just as stubborn as he was and wasn’t going to back down. 

“Dad, please. If you’d just join in we’d slay Dream and his team, all the fighting will come to an end. The nation I’m trying to create would finally be free and safe. Just help me.” Wilbur pleaded, a small whine slipping into his voice as he followed Phil and his son into the forest, “We can establish our new nation and be free from tyranny. No more war, isn’t that what you keep advocating for?” Wilbur continued to rant, not helping at all with his chores, his voice grew soft suddenly, and Fundy grabbed onto the sleeve of his jacket. 

     “What is it, kid?”

     “Your earring’s glowing pops.” Fundy pointed to his ear and Phil froze in place the wood that he collected falling out of his hands, scattering all over the forest floor.

     “Dad?” Wilbur repeated his voice growing louder in concern, Phil looked around the clearing frantically before bolting in a random direction. 

     “Grandpa!?” Fundy yelled chasing off after him, his tail puffing up anxiously, 

     “Fundy don’t just run off!” 

Phil didn’t stick around to hear them, you were around here somewhere the question was where. His heart was beating erratically in his chest, please, please god let him find you. He didn’t have to wait long, he’d recognize you anywhere you still looked the same. Standing in the middle of a flower field you looked over your shoulder, “(Y/n)! Darling!” He called out choking a little on his words, your (e/c) eyes blew wide and he heard you laugh. You ran up to him flowers growing in your wake, you launched himself at the man and he lifted you in his arms. He spun you around laughing in disbelief, using his wings you both floated in the air, he cradled the back of your head with his hand, “I can’t believe you’re here.” Phil whispered, pulling away to cup your cheeks with your hands, “you’re real.”

     “Of course I’m here silly goose. I told you I’d come back didn’t I?” You laughed fondly as he began to pepper your face in kisses, “Even if it is way later than I intended…” You trailed off with a small wince, 

     “Who cares. You’re here now and you’re safe.” He landed a kiss on your lips as you kissed him back. You tasted just as he remembered like fresh air and oranges, he wanted to swallow you whole. He never wanted to let you go again, and he never would if he had a say in the matter. 

      “Dad? What the fuck?” Wilbur blurted as Fundy and he came upon the clearing, you pulled away from Phil. Tears filling your eyes, your hands coming up to cover your mouth, Phil rested a hand on the small of your back. 

     “Wilby…” She whispered, stumbling towards the man reaching out towards him, he raised an eyebrow and flinched away from your touch. You pulled your hand back taking a little breath,

     “I’m sorry. How do you know my name?” From behind you, Phil flinched; he knew that’s what you wanted, for him not to remember you. But, fuck he felt guilty about it, he was about to feel even more guilty in a minute. 

     “She’s your mom Wilbur.” 

     “Fucking WHAT.” Wilbur sputtered taking a few steps back from the woman, “You told me my mom was a fridge!”

     “You told him what.” You turned towards Phil, eyes blazing with annoyance, he held his hands up in surrender. “Why would you tell him his mother was a fridge! I know I told you to lie but a fridge! Phil that’s not even physically possible!” You scolded the man crossing your arms over your chest, his face flushed a bright red. He even missed you yelling and scolding him, he was down bad. 

     “(Y/n) I panicked-” Phil started to explain and you cut him off with an eye roll. “I’m sorry okay, I love you.” 

Meanwhile, Wilbur and Fundy looked in between the two adults rapidly as they talked. Both equally shocked and at a loss for words, Wilbur took a step forward and grabbed your wrist. 

     “Please continue your explanation,” He commanded softly, “If you are my mom why did you leave? Why haven’t you been here?” Wilbur frowned as he watched you look away from him, 

     “How much do you know about Nymphs Wilbur?” Wilbur turned bright red and the color reached up onto the tips of his ears, “What?”

“My mom’s a Nymph.” Fundy spoke up in place of Wilbur, “her name’s Sally. I...I’m Wilbur’s son.” He watched your face melt and mouth a broken ‘son?’, Phil noticed and walked up to squeeze your hand. You had missed so much, you hoped you didn’t blame yourself, you and Phil lived too long to live with that many regrets. 

     “What happened to her?” You asked tenderly, 

     “Killed.” Wilbur said bluntly, “by hunters. Don’t worry, I made sure to dispose of them.” 

     “I-I’m so sorry.” You spoke and Wilbur couldn’t help but feel compelled into your arms. Something about you just made him want to melt into your body, he knew Phil was right in the end. You were his mother through and through, I mean the shared pointed ears said enough. 

     “Is that why you left?” Fundy asked walking over to stand beside Wilbur, Fundy’s ears pressing against his head. They both watched you nod and Phil tightened his grip on your arm, you took in another deep breath. His hand moved to wrap securely around your waist, he was here for you. He’d always be here for you.

     “When you were born, the hunters were far worse, there were much more of them. Greater numbers and they sniffed out Nymphs like hunting dogs to a rabbit. I couldn’t keep a newborn baby safe, especially one that was half Nymph...Which probably explains why Fundy’s part fox, he has more Nymph in him.” The fox hybrid seemed to light up at even the inclination that he was special in any way, shape, or form. “It was safer for me to be as far away from the both of you as possible, and I was right considering you grew up into a handsome young man with a family of his own.” You chuckled fondly leaning into Phil’s touch. “But I can understand if you don’t trust me or want to get to know me,” You smiled sadly at the man Fundy spoke up before Wilbur could. 

     “No! We want to get to know you grandma!” He blurted taking your hands in his own, you melted at the adorable way his eyes lit up. You glanced up at Wilbur who Phil totally wasn’t threatening with his eyes, 

     “I…” The man looked hesitant, but as he stared into your warm eyes once more he felt encapsulated within them. His longing for a motherly figure in his lips came back at full force and washed over him like a tidal wave. He had a mother and she was safe and here and willing to come back into his life if he was ready. 

Was he ready? Why did he feel ready?

     “Fuck that hesitance she’s grandma,” You let out a delighted laugh ruffling up Fundy’s hair, his tail wagging elatedly behind him. 

     “Don’t spoil him, love.”

     “Fuck you, I’m spoiling the hell out of my grandson. Gotta make it up to him somehow.” Fundy’s tail only wagged harder as he wrapped you in a tight hug, you hugged him back just as tightly. 

     “Hey, Hey move over champion. I get to hug my mom now.” Wilbur snapped defensively, as Fundy snickered only looking up at him mischievously hugging you tighter. You laughed in delight seeing Wilbur huff, Phil melted against you in relief. Wilbur’s face was scrunching up the exact way you do when you’re pissed, he smiled against the side of your head. Wilbur pushed his son to the side gently and wrapped his arms around you in a hug, he towered over you but couldn’t help but bury his face in your neck. You cooed softly and ran your fingers through his hair, he was gone the moment you did so, melting in your arms completely. 

Without you noticing Phil took a step away from the group just to admire the moment from an outsider’s perspective. For what felt like the hundredth time that hour Phil felt light, he felt like the weight of the world was off his shoulders. Everything was right in the universe again, you were finally holding your not-so-little boy in your arms again after all these years. Even if you did have a fox hanging off you as well, Phil let out a soft chuckle looking at the three with adoration. A long time ago he gave up his mortality and humanity for you, after you left he had pleaded to the gods once more, he swore he would give up anything for just one more day with you by his side. They had ignored his wishes, they knew without a doubt you’d be back in his arms again, and this time he wouldn’t have to give up a single thing. 

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Okay but actually I had so much fun writing this??? Maybe even a Pt. II?

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