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#im literally sick of marvel

b0tster · 6 months

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bloodborne psx definitive edition will end with ps4 hunter coming through a time portal and u have to team up with them to fix the timeline by defeating the mega moon presence

#liliths mind #no fr im so fucknig sick and tired of all these multiverse time traveling marvelized stories in literally everything shgfhs

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goldenlikedayl1ght · 4 months

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we're in love - m. murdock

a/n: hi guys not dead just played a LOT of baldurs gate over break and now im back ay college with matt murdock brainrot this ones been floating around the old noggin a while. sorry. likes, reblogs, and comments are always appreciated! <3 warnings: DEAD DOVE with a happy ending, hard of hearing reader, cannon typical marvel violence, probably badly written violence, matt being upset, once again im tired and sleepy and bad at doing warnings, reader gets kidnapped TWICE, reader has superpowers, reader is TECHNICALLY a hybrid but literally just in the way that she has small antlers and deer like abilities (strength, jump height), fucked up experiments, ANGST ANGST ANGST, memory loss trope but like... the one from the hunger games. matt is hopelessly in love with reader, reader wants to kill matt, kissing, implied sexual ideas, cursing. SHAMELESS USE OF REAL OR NOT REAL FROM THG, reader having anxiety, and allusions of sex. word count: 7.1k summary: when your past finally catches up to you, matt truly learns what 'in sickness and in health' means. pairing: matt murdock x hoh!wife!reader now playing: we're in love - boygenius "will you still love me if it turns out I'm insane?/i know what you'll say/but it helps to hear you say it anyway."

Falling in love with Matt Murdock was the easy part.

Falling back in love with him was the tough bit.

You had spent the years leading up to meeting him as a boxer turned vigilante— Your dad had taught you how to fight young, which led to a lot of trouble at school until he eventually started helping you enter teenage fights against your mom’s wishes.

It’s how you paid for college.

And then, after your college experience, you lose control. It was never supposed to happen the way it did. You had lost a fight and stole the guy’s motorcycle in defiance. But the roads were wet from an early snow and people of New York never knew how to drive.

Just like that, the nerves in your hands were shot. The accident got your hearing too since you got sick from the cold after your accident. The infection got so bad that it took the hearing from your left ear—And half from your right.

For months, you thought you’d never gain control of your hands again, snapping from a promising young fighter to a deaf and shaky temp. You were miserable. Fighting was your everything for so long.

And then The Doctor found you.

No, not the alien from the British television show, but a man who promised you your old life back. He found you while you were at your lowest and realized that you would do anything for your old life back.

He said in exchange for your old life, all you would have to do would be a test subject for a harmless new drug he was testing out.

You were so enamored by the idea of your old life that you had decided to take him up on his offer, so you were whisked away upstate with a group of other people desperate enough to try this experiment out.

Every morning you were given a shot of blue liquid into your arm, and then, you were to preform a series of tasks to record your progress. After three weeks you grew frustrated that you had seen no progress. You spent most of your time asking people to talk into your right ear and becoming mad at The Doctor.

About a month in, you started growing antlers.

At first, you freaked out. Like, truly, screamed and yelled, wanting an explanation. The Doctor celebrated, telling you this was great news—And to prove it, he had you pick up a pen and write a sentence out. Your hands didn’t shake and did everything you told them to do.

On top of the antlers and the newfound control of your nerves, you were strong—Fast, too. You could jump twelve-foot walls. The Doctor was obsessed with you. While other patients died off from whatever drugs you were being given, you were thriving.

At the end of your three-month stay, you were excited to leave and head back to your life. You’d just have to wear beanies everywhere to hide your antlers, you told yourself. A small price to pay.

But The Doctor wouldn’t let you leave.

How could he, he asked you, when you were his best test subject?

Being a prisoner was a lot worse than you thought it would be. Day in and day out, you were trained to be a soldier, you think. Fighting various guards, doing different athletic tests. The serum hadn’t fixed your hearing, but it had given you all of these gifts.

Until The Doctor became cruel.

He gave the guards these batons that had shock currents at the end of them, instructing them to use it whenever you talked back or underperformed. For months you struggled through days of electric shocks and experiments.

One night, a guard slipped into your cell, expecting you to be an easy target. You quickly showed him differently, knocking him out and stealing his weapons. And then, you ran. You ran until your feet bled—No shoes.

An old woman who had retired upstate welcomed you into her small cabin and fed you, never asking about the small antlers growing out of your head. She simply gave you a warm knit cap and a pair of boots for the cold.

You remember eating chili with her as she told you about her deceased husband. You changed your last name to theirs, knowing The Doctor would find you if you kept going by your name. You stayed with her for a weekend, coming back from gathering firewood to The Doctor’s men there, having killed the kind old woman and on the hunt for you. You stole her car and never looked back.

The next few weeks after that had been full of killing various soldiers and armies that The Doctor had sent after you, until you eventually pushed The Doctor off a building, believing to have killed him for good.

And that was that.

You went on with your life as usual, finding a permanent job as a secretary. In a law office.

Which, of course, is where you met Matt.

With Matt, you never felt the need to hide who you were. Of course, it was a lot easier to tell him that some mad scientist had infected you with a drug that turned you into a deer hybrid when he told you that he was Daredevil.

And with time, some of the effects of the serum began to fizzle out. Strength, Agility, Antlers—Those stayed. The control over your hands didn’t. But you made peace with that. Physical Therapy twice a week and hearing aids helped.

Especially because early Sunday mornings were filled with Matt running his fingers through your hair, running his pointer finger along the curves of your antlers. He takes your hands and kisses your fingertips as they shake, hushing you softly when you start crying as he does.

He spars with you and spends nights running around New York City with you, jumping from rooftop to rooftop.

He tells you about Elektra, Stick, his dad, and Fisk.

One day, when you feel safe enough, wrapped up in his arms and a layer of blankets as snow falls against the windows, you tell him about The Doctor. You explain to him your nightmares, and why they will never go away.

He kisses away your tears and promises he’ll never let anything happen to you.

When he asks you to marry him, you don’t hesitate to say yes. There’s not a moment where you regret that decision. You insist to get married in the summer, during the short month where your antlers shed before they grow back. He agrees happily, just wanting you to be happy.

You’ve been married for about five months when you start to think about kids. You’ve been married six when you realize the worst possible scenario is your reality—When vials of blue serum show up at your front door with a note scribbled out—

‘My Best Test Subject,

I cannot wait to catch up with you soon.

-The Doctor’

You call Matt in a panic, begging him to come home and be with you. He obliges and holds you as you calm down. He promised to love you in sickness and in health, and that is what he fully intends to do.

This is the story of the greatest challenge that your marriage would face.

• • •

After the note you had received, you almost exclusively traveled with Matt. Even for just a casual stroll, a walk to the deli or home from work, He was there with you. He knew you could handle yourself, but you felt safer with him close by.

But Matt’s senses were never as focused when it rained, especially on nights like today. The rain pours, it almost stings against his skin. And it’s loud. You don’t have your hearing aids in, so they catch you both by surprise.

It all happens too fast—

In an instant, Matt is being pulled off your arm and slammed against the closest brick alley, and when he hears the click of a gun behind him, he realizes what’s happening. He tries to fight, but before he can make any process, someone is swinging that gun against his head, and when he wakes up, he’s all alone.

He calls out to you and gets no response other than thunder rumbling from miles away. He is filled with nothing but a rage, a determination to find you.

He scrambles for his phone and uses it to call Karen.

“I need you to get Frank.” He tells her, “Please. I.. I don’t know what happened, but.. He took her, I need.. Karen, I need to find her.” He tells her.

Frank is on his way to New York within the hour.

• • •

When you wake up, your arms are strapped behind your back in some sort of metal contraption. You can feel the ache in your hands, indicating that you had fought against whoever brought you here. The room is quiet. A small cot in one corner, but the rest of the room is barren.

You’re wearing white pants and a gray muscle tee, with no shoes. You’re suddenly thankful you left your wedding ring at home, so that it might not end up in his hands.

You wait a while, and then the door opens. The Doctor, flanked by two men in heavy armor, holding those batons you’re all too acquainted with, steps into the room. You simply stare, but The Doctor looks like a child on Christmas morning.

But there’s something else to his appearance. His left eye is this bright yellow, and his pupil is a different shape. Green scales travel up his neck and coat the bottom right half of his face, and down his arms, reaching his fingertips. He looks like a monster, but you quickly realize what has happened.

Whatever serum gave you your abilities, was given to him. Only, his was made from that of snakes, not deer.

“My beautiful creation!” He gasps and takes your face in his hand, planting a kiss to your head, right between your antlers. “It’s been too long, you know.” His ‘s’ sounds are elongated, and his teeth are sharper. He has become destroyed by his own mad endeavors. When you don’t respond to his greeting, he continues to speak. “It’s been an eventful few years for you, huh?” When this doesn’t get a response from you, he stands up straight and backs up just a foot. “New job, new name… New husband.” Your head snaps up at that. “What? You think I haven’t been keeping tabs on you and the boy? What do you call him, then? Matthew or Daredevil?”

Your eyes grow wide, unsure how he knows about your husband’s secret hobby.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” You spit, your gaze hardening into a glare.

“Don’t I? You make quite the couple. The little deaf doe and her crime fighting blind husband.” He laughs, “And they say I like a project.”

“You won’t touch him or I swear to god—”

“Little doe, you misunderstand. I want nothing to do with your husband. I just want you to be the good subject I know you can be.” He tells you. “You and I are the only of our kind. I want to study you, replicate you.”

“You’re going to kidnap more people.”

“You weren’t kidnapped, you volunteered.”

“I won’t do whatever it is you want me to do.” You tell him. “I don’t care, I will escape, I will kill you.”

He shakes his head, taking one of the batons from the guards, before hitting you across the face with it. You groan in pain, turning your head back to glare at him. He sighs.

“I didn’t want to have to do this. But I did anticipate that Husband of yours interrupting things.” He hands the baton back to the guard before telling him. “Take her down the hall and get her ready, alright?”

You struggle your way down the hall, refusing to do whatever is coming to you without a fight. When the guards uncuff you to strap you to this big dentist looking chair, you manage to get out of the grasp of the guard, swinging a punch on him but this newfound advantage is short lived, as the other guard quickly grabs your arms and pushes you against the chair. You’re yelling and thrashing but they manage to get your arms and legs strapped down to the chair.

Your heartbeat is racing, and quietly, only in your mind, you beg. But not for mercy. Not from The Doctor. You beg Matt to come find you. Because you know that you do not stand a chance on your own, but maybe he could find you. He had to find you.

The Doctor sits in a chair next to you and holds up a small purple vial.

“This is hallucinogenic snake venom, mixed with a duller version of the serum we gave you. What this will do is allow me to go into your memories and alter them.” He explains as if you’re getting a simple procedure done. Tears fill your eyes.

“You’re going to make me forget him?” You ask, your voice breaking.

The Doctor hushes you softly, wiping your tears softly.

“Oh, no, little doe. I’m going to change what you do remember about him to make you hate him.”

• • •

Six months is a long time to be without your wife. For anyone, no matter who it is.

For Matt Murdock, it’s absolute torture. He spends all day half paying attention to his work while trying to research who The Doctor is. He spends all night trying to find you.

Frank lives, breathes, eats and sleeps to find you. He’s still technically a wanted man, so he pretty much stays under the radar as he looks for you. You remind him of a lot of guys he knew in the army, of himself.

Karen busies herself with research, looking through cases of old files at The Bulletin to try and see if there are any tips or stories that could maybe be connected to where you are. She gets about as little sleep as Matt.

And Foggy has the most important job of all.

Making sure Matt doesn’t kill himself in the process of trying to find you. Because for the first two months Matt didn’t sleep, hardly ate. And as he deteriorated, Foggy reminded him that to find you, he’d need to stay alive. He needs to shower, he needs to keep going to church, he needs to keep eating. The thought of hearing your heartbeat again keeps him going.

It’s as they’re packing up to go home one night that Frank comes into the office with blood-stained hands. They all know he wouldn’t be here if he didn’t have something, so Karen asks first.

“What? What is it?”

“Buddy of mine found a file. Some private medicinal corporation funding a project for some sort of doctor doing cancer research, upstate.”

The location peaks Matt’s interest, because one of the few things he knows of your first experience is that the lab was in upstate New York.

“Okay, but—” Karen starts, but Frank hands her the file.

“Report shows the guy had scales.” He told her. “And I don’t know what you guys make of that but sounds to me like a side effect similar to the serum that was given to her.”

“Where?” Matt asks.

“Red, just—”

“Give me a god damn address, Frank.” He demands.

“I’ll drive you. Come on, things are probably gonna get wild and I don’t want you going alone.” He told him. Matt agrees, but only because he knows he can’t drive and would wind up walking to you.

“Then let’s go.” Before Frank can argue, Matt is walking out the door and going to get suited up for the journey ahead.

• • •

Daredevil is my enemy.

Matt Murdock hates me.

I hate him.

We were never really in love with each other.

These are the thoughts that echo through your mind as you wait for your next round of testing. The six-month mark is pivotal, The Doctor tells you time and time again.

Overall, you’ve made tremendous progress. He tells you that within weeks, other serums will be ready to test on new subjects. Maybe then, he tells you, he’ll promote you from just being a soldier.

Maybe.

You almost don’t hear the alarm going off somewhere in the distance. Of course, you don’t. The serum has never helped your hearing.

The way you remember it, Daredevil, a man who once claimed to love you, fought you to the point that he destroyed the nerves in your hands, destroyed your hearing. It’s fuzzy now, but you know this: The Doctor helped you. He put you back together.

But you do hear the alarm, eventually. It concerns you; it means someone has broken into the building. Your thoughts linger on the masked vigilante that haunts your nightmare. You’re getting stronger to defeat him, The Doctor says.

It’s a cool summer night when whoever it is broke in, breaks down your door. You immediately stand, quickly identifying Frank Castle, a grin breaking across your face. Closely behind, you identify a man in red.

Your heartbeat races, but you just stare at the pair.

Matt strips off his helmet and approaches you, wanting to make sure this was real. That you were real. His hands find your cheeks, and tears fill his eyes. He says your name gently.

“I found you, I’ve got you…”

You blink, unsure of what sort of cruel teasing that was.

Because in an instant, your glare hardens and you’re pushing him against a wall, starting to throw punches at him. He’s too far in shock to react, but Frank is pulling you off of him, and you’re struggling against him.

“Let me go! I need to kill him! He’s evil, he needs to die!” You cry, and Matt is just saying your name softly, in absolute disarray. What had they done to you, his sweet girl?

Frank pins you down to the ground, unsure of why you, a woman he had perceived to be so in love with the man behind him, are so adamant that he dies.

“Enough, Enough!” He barks, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at Matt. “That is your husband, girl. Stop acting like he’s torturing you when he is not the one whose been experimenting on you for six months!”

“Let me go, I need him gone! He’s cruel, He’s a monster!” You cry, and Matt has started crying. Putting you both out of your misery, Frank hits you in a way that knocks you right out. Matt goes over to your now unconscious form and pets your hair.

“Why was she—”

“I don’t know.. I just don’t know, red. Let’s get her out of here to figure it out, okay?” Matt just nods and grabs his helmet, slipping it on so Frank can’t see him crying anymore.

• • •

If you had a nickel for every time you woke up tied to a chair, you’d have more nickels than you had fingers.

Today is no different.

You’re surrounded by people you don’t recognize. And one you do. Your angry glare stays on him, and he looks upset by it.

You’re unsure why. You’re so sure he just wanted you dead.

The blonde woman in front of you says your name softly. When your gaze shifts to her, you notice her soft eyes.

“How do you know my name?” You ask.

She frowns.

“It—Because we’re good friends.”

“I don’t know you.”

“You don’t… My name is Karen.” She says softly. She goes over to a nearby shelf, pulling out a picture frame and showing it to you. “Here, that’s you and me. At your wedding.”

“My wedding? The one that he set up just to hurt me?”

Matt remembers you telling him that you had never been happier than when you were getting ready for your wedding.

There’s two other men, one held you down while you were meant to kill Matt, but the other one.. You vaguely remember him standing next to Matt when you got married.

He speaks next.

“Matt and Frank, they found these vials in one of the labs. We think the man that took you used it to... to alter your memories.”

“Why would The Doctor do that? He helped me.” You tell them, unsure what to make of this whole situation. Matt is growing extremely frustrated because he knows just how scared you were of that monster.

“Untie her.” Matt tells Frank, and everyone looks at him like he’s crazy. Including you because you know that you’ll just try and kill him. “Do it,” he tells him again and very hesitantly, Frank does untie you. When you’re free from the rope, you step forward to go towards Matt, but Frank grabs your arm.

“Don’t,” he says. But then, Matt reaches for Frank’s gun on the nearby table and hands it to you. Odd choice for a man you want to kill.

“Go ahead.” He tells you, facing you now. “Shoot me, kill me if that’s what you really want to do.” He says. You stare at the gun in your hand for a second, before holding it properly and aiming it at Matt. Everyone waits with bated breath to see what you’ll do.

Pull the trigger, you tell yourself, The Doctor’s voice echoing around your head. He hurt you, the voice says. He needs to die.

And yet, you just stare at the man on the other end of the gun, trying to build up the courage to kill him. To kill the man that for months you have been taught needs to die. That you have memories of hurting you, of maiming you.

Your hand tremors as tears fill your eyes, until you eventually drop your arm, so the gun isn’t pointing at him anymore.

“Look at the photo of you and Karen,” Matt tells you, “You have hearing aids in the photo. I didn’t do that to you, you got into a bad accident, you got sick and that’s how you lost your hearing. I had nothing to do with that. You even had your powers before me, you didn’t just get them in the past six months. The Doctor is an evil man who just wanted to torture people and turn them into science experiments.” He tells you, and you want to tell him to stop, that it’s not true. But something in you tells you not to. “I love you,” he says gently, and you flinch away from him when he says this.

It breaks his heart into a million pieces. Absolutely shatters it.

“I don’t know you.” You tell him.

Sensing that Matt doesn’t know what to say to that, Frank steps forward.

“Hey. I’m Frank, you remember me?”

“You pinned me down when you found me.” He sighs softly.

“Yeah, well.. You have memories of when the two of you got married, right? So those are real memories… What about the ones of him hurting you? Do they look any different?”

You take a moment to close your eyes and really focus on the memory you have so closely attached to the man in red. They’re.. Filmy. Like they have a filter on them or like glass shimmering in the sun.

Tears fall from your eyes as you open them, your hand quickly coming up to wipe your tears.

“I think we did enough for now.. She needs to rest.” The man whose name you don’t know, but he has this shaggy blonde hair. Then this question comes up in everyone’s mind—Where will you stay?

“I’ll take the couch,” Matt says, “You take the bed.” You don’t know how comfortable you are with being alone with Matt in this apartment, even if the memories are fake. They feel pretty real.

“I don’t know if—” Karen starts.

“I.. It’s fine..” you say softly, and that fills Matt with a fraction of hope. “It’s just over night.”

Frank sighs softly, taking his gun off the table and glancing at Matt.

“We’re only a phone call away, alright?” Karen tells him.

It feels sort of awkward that they only talk to him as if you can’t hear them. Well, you can’t hear them very well, but you can hear.

“There’s clothes for you in the bedroom,” Matt tells you, “Go take a shower and I’ll walk them to the door.” Very reluctant to turn your back on Matt, you make your way to the bedroom to gather your clothes and go to shower.

You really haven’t had a good shower in six months, so it’s nice to wash the dirt off your skin and from beneath your fingernails. You spend a long time under the hot shower, letting it burn your skin. Your whole life has been turned upside down because you’re slowly coming to terms with the fact that Matt Murdock isn’t your sworn enemy, and that maybe.. he just.. does like you..

Meanwhile, Matt walks the others out, or at least to the door, hesitant to go too far from you.

Foggy glances back to him before he leaves, curiously.

“How did you know she wouldn’t shoot you?”

He hesitates.

“I didn’t.” he says softly. “I just trusted that somewhere within her, my wife still loves me.”

• • •

Later that night, you stare out the window of his apartment at that bright billboard. You gaze at it curiously, and hear Matt call your name gently behind you. In his hands, he holds your hearing aids.

You put them on, and just look at him for a few minutes.

“You kept them?”

“I never stopped looking for you..” He told you. “I prayed every night hoping to hear your heartbeat again.” He tells you, and you don’t know what to make of it. He seems so devoted to you, yet you have these memories of him beating you until you’re close to death.

“I’m sorry I can’t be in love with you the way you want me to be.”

He shrugs gently.

“In sickness and in health, right?”

“And in torture and memory alteration.”

“Same thing.”

For the first time in six months, you smile.

Maybe your husband isn’t such a bad guy.

You can only hope he’ll love you long enough for you to get your shit together and not want to kill him anymore.

• • •

Memories are a tricky thing.

You decide to spend your days with Frank, hunting down various people who worked with The Doctor. You talk a lot about your memories with him. And no matter what, at the end of the day, you have dinner with Matt.

One night, he brings home Thai Food.

“We had this for our first date,” he recalls. “You got pad Thai, your favorite.” You try to recall the memory.

“You wore a nice blue button up, right?” You say softly. He smiles gently and nods.

“Yeah. I did.” He says gently.

“Can..” You hesitate. “Can you tell me more about it? Our life together? I can’t.. discern between what’s real and fabricated.” You’re making new memories, sure, but you know he misses the life the two of you had together.

But he’s caught off guard by your request. For the past few weeks, you’ve been hesitant to indulge in any memories you think might be real.

“You used to work for me.” He tells you. “Not in a weird way, but our office is small. We fell in love over Thai food and opening statements.”

“Why did you want to marry me?”

He hesitates for a second, not wanting to scare you off.

“Because I love you.” He tells you. “Because when you were with me, it was the closest thing I’d ever knew to peace.” He confesses.

“Oh..”

“Yeah.” He takes another bite of his food. “You know if you have a memory and you don’t know if it’s real, you can always ask.”

You smile softly.

“Thanks.” There’s a soft silence that fills the room before you ask, “I have this memory of us in bed, with you running your hand through my hair.. Your fingers tracing these antlers I have.. Is that real?”

“Yeah, it is..” He promised. “I have a thing about textures and your hair is soft.”

“I’m glad.” You smile. This is nice. This gentleness that’s between you. It’s a softness you aren’t used to, one that you don’t know if you’d ever quite get used to.

Later that night, when you were meant to be fast asleep, you wake up with a startling gasp in bed. You look around panicked. You don’t quite know who you’re looking for..

Until Matt comes into the room, a concerned look on his face.

“Are you okay?” He asks, and this calmness washes over you.

“Yeah..”

“Okay. Okay, good, I’ll be in the living room if you need me.” He says softly. He’s been so good to you, sleeping on the couch for so many weeks. He goes to leave, but you call out to him. He turns back to you.

“Can you stay with me?” You ask.

“Yeah, of course.” He says softly, climbing into bed with you. You think for a second, before shifting a bit, resting your head against his chest. You listen to the gentle thud of his heartbeat, as his hand finds your back, gently rubbing up and down. “Do you want to talk about it?”

He isn’t dumb—He knows you have nightmares. And that on the nights that you do, you’re quieter and more avoidant of him. It’s a bad habit, one you want to break. Because you recognize that your dreams aren’t real.

Matt has never done anything to you, and you’re sure of this.. For the most part. Sometimes when you wake up, you must reorient yourself and remind yourself that Matt has no malicious intent towards you and no reason to hurt you.

But it takes you a few minutes to accomplish this. On those mornings, you tend to keep your distance from him, and because Matt wants nothing but your happiness, he stays away from you. But tea is always placed in front of you, and he never strays far from you.

“Not really.” You finally answer. There’s another beat of silence. “We went as the couple from The Princess Bride for our first Halloween together.. Real or not real?”

“Real.” He confirms.

“You broke my nose once during an argument. Real or not real?”

“Not real.” He tells you. “I would never hurt you. Even when we used to fight at the gym, it was always for practice, never to do actual damage. And when we would spar, it would always end with us going home and taking a hot bath.”

You close your eyes, trying to recall that particular memory. When you find it, your face flushes with this unfamiliar heat.

“You’re still trying to protect me even though I wanted you dead... Real or not real?”

“Real.” He doesn’t even hesitate. He’s not sure if you’ve realized it yet, but he’d rather die than put you anywhere close to being in danger. His hand continues to trace patterns into your skin, as you think about his response.

You fall asleep like this, close to the man who you’re realizing has never intended to hurt you a day in your life.

• • •

The day you realize you’re in love with your husband is horrifying.

Which seems like a crazy accusation to make, and yet, you feel nothing but horror when you realize that you are desperate for him. Which is insane, because you’ve been living with him for two months when you realize you are desperate to kiss him like you’re drowning and need air.

It happens at the office. You decided to cook, because you remember really liking it, and to say thank you for all he’s done for you, you want to bring lunch to Matt at work. So you make this really delicious chicken pesto pasta, and you pick up sodas to go along with it. Matt gets the following text:

‘Your favorite soda is Dr. Pepper. Real or not real?’

Five minutes later, you get a response.

‘Real. Yours is sprite.’

You pick up a bottle of each and head over to his office. You’ve been there a few times before, but mostly it was because Frank needed to talk to Karen about something, but lately you’ve found yourself wanting to go to the office just to see Matt.

Matt is surprised when he hears the familiar beat of your heart on the other side of the door. He can also hear the slight buzz of your hearing aids.

“Sweetheart, you can come in.” He calls, but you hesitate even further. Not because you’re confused as to why he knows it’s you, but because your brain sort of short circuits when he calls you the pet name. But after a few minutes, you walk into the room and place lunch on his desk, as well with your drinks.

“Do you like pesto?”

“We had pesto pasta at our wedding.” Oh.

“So you do?”

“Yeah, I do. Especially the way you make it.”

“Oh, good.” You smile and sit at the chair on the other side of the desk. “Because I made chicken pesto pasta for lunch and figured you might want some.”

“Well, thank you for thinking of me.”

There’s a quiet calm between the two of you.

“This is a pretty killer first date, huh?” This makes Matt laugh, because in his mind, your first date was eating Thai food and listening to music. But this isn’t bad either.

“Well, Chivalry must be dead then, because I didn’t even buy you flowers.” He hums, and you tilt your head.

“I don’t remember you ever buying me flowers.” He frowns at this.

“Well, I’m going to have to fix that.”

And that’s how the afternoon goes. You sit with Matt in his office, eating a homemade chicken pasta and falling in love with him. As you go to leave, he asks you what you have planned for the day.

“I have some errands to run, but I should be home to make dinner.” And for a moment, Matt forgets all that’s happened, and he lets himself believe that you have all your memories of him perfectly intact and no one’s ever made you think otherwise.

You get back to the apartment a few hours later, and just as you’re unpacking your groceries, there’s a knock at the door. When you open it, a delivery man stands with a bouquet of flowers. Your face is warm as you sign off on them.

As you put them in their vase, you notice a note attached to it. You catch yourself grinning as you read his little note, that reads ‘I’ll buy you flowers until I’m old and wrinkly. Real.’

The urge to run back to the office and kiss him overwhelms you.

So you call Frank.

This leads to the pair of you, sitting at a booth in a diner, nursing coffees and toast.

“I hope you didn’t call me here just to complain about married life.” He tells you, making a joke out of the thing that terrifies you.

“No, I just wanted you to sit here talking to a chick with antlers so you can look like more of a freak than you already are.” You tease.

It gets you both laughing. These moments, in between all the nightmares and all of the filmy memories, fill you with a light you can’t quite describe.

“So, why’d you really call me to meet up?” He asks. “I have to assume you don’t just want to chitchat.”

“I think I’m in love with Matt.” You tell him. He raises an eyebrow.

“What? Why does that sound like you think it’s a problem?” He asks.

“I don’t know.” You confess. “It’s like I don’t want to love him, like a part of me still believes he’s the bad guy. I know he does.. Besides, I was so awful to him for so long. I pointed a gun at him and he still comforts me every night. What if I don’t deserve this?” You ask. “What if I don’t deserve him?”

Frank actually laughs—Okay, not like a giggle or a belly laugh, but it gets a good chuckle out of him.

“You and Red with that shit—Questioning if you’ve done enough for something good to happen to you. With the ‘Do I deserve this?’ and the ‘Am I worthy of this?” He shakes his head. “All that shit is irrelevant. Do you want it? Do you want to be with him?”

Tears fill your eyes as you realize what that means.

“You and him, you love each other like breathing, and I know you don’t quite get that yet, but it’s the same reason you didn’t shoot him that day. Something in you knows that you love him and deserve his love.” Frank is speaking from experience, because he knows that no matter what he’s done, he knows he deserves one more kiss from his wife.

But he’ll never get that chance.

He hopes Matt does.

• • •

It takes you a long time to make your way back to the apartment. When you get there, Matt immediately stands from his place on the couch and has this look of concern etched across his face.

“Is everything okay?” he asks gently, “Your heart is racing, I just want to make sure you’re safe and—"

“I’m fine.” You smile gently. “Really, I… Thank you for the flowers.” You tell him. His face softens.

“You like them?”

“I love them, Matt.” You confess. “I’ve spent.. So long trying to rationalize everything, sort out the real things from the things that aren’t..” You’re not too sure what you’re trying to say. “I just.. I want.. I want to try. I want to try and be with you, I’m ready for that. I’m ready to be happy with you..”

He hesitates. Not because he doesn’t want to, because he doesn’t want you, but he is worried that you’re only saying these things because you feel like you might owe him. You don’t. You don’t owe him anything other than what you want to give him, and he is desperate for you to know that.

“Sweetheart, You don’t.. I don’t need.. I don’t need you to pretend like you want me just because I’ve taken care of you. It’s more than enough to just—”

Matt is cut off by his first kiss from you in eight months. Your hands rest on the sides of his cheeks, and his arms are quickly around your torso. The kiss is passionate but soft at first—Until you push deeper, desperate to be as close as you can to him. Your hand even comes up to pull off his glasses to see his eyes.

Without thinking, you pull away from him only for your hand to come down to the hem of his shirt, going to pull it off.

“Off, off, off, off—” You softly request, and he just laughs, taking your hand in his, pressing a kiss to the back of it.

“Stop. Wait.” He says gently. “I just.. I want to make sure you actually want this.. That you really want me.”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“You’ve been reserved for the past two months, rightfully so, but now you want to sleep with me.. I don’t want you to do something you’ll regret. Or something you do just because you feel lonely or bad that I—” You cut him off with another kiss, breaking it shortly after.

“I want you. I want to rebuild my life with you. I want to create new, untainted memories.. It won’t be easy, but I want to be with you.” You confess. “I want countless summer nights, I want you to be there for all the nightmares, I.. I want to give you the same peace you’ve been trying to give me.”

You’re both crying and you don’t quite know why. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a gold band. He slips it onto your fingers and kisses you again. He holds the hand with your wedding ring on it as he leads you into the bedroom. Into your life together. Into your arms. Where you were meant to be.

The next morning, you lay in the quiet of your apartment, the silk sheets tickling your skin. You focus on Matt’s breathing. He traces patterns into your skin.

“What are you thinking about?” You ask, and he takes a moment to answer.

“You.” He says gently. “You’re all I’ve been thinking about for three years.” He says gently. Then, when you don’t say anything, “Our anniversary was two months ago..” You know he misses the life you could have had together.

The life that he had planned out for the pair of you in his head. The life that oh so quietly, he longs for. The one without nightmares, supplemented by the laughter of any potential children you might have.

“I could get used to thinking about you, too, you know.” And it makes him laugh, as you lean up and bite his shoulder gently, before placing a kiss to that same patch of skin. He swats your arm gently before the pair of you break down into giggles.

“In the future, if you ever.. don’t want to do that, you don’t have to.”

“I know.” You tell him.

A comfortable silence fills the air again.

“I’m so happy you came back to me.” He says gently. “I was.. I spent so long worried that.. that we’d spend years just trying to find our footing again. That you wouldn’t get better..” For the second time tonight, you cut off his overthinking with a kiss.

“I love you.” You tell him when you’re finally ready to pull away. The morning light shines into the apartment, giving Matt this glowing effect. He practically shimmers in the golden light, and you just take a moment to commit the look of him to memory.

You try and take your time, studying him. He’s so beautiful this time of day.

“Real or not real?” He asks you softly, as one hand snakes up to your hair, his fingers gently running through it.

You lean forward and place a soft kiss to his lips.

“Real.”

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froggibus · 2 years

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Taking Care Of You While Sick - Obey Me!

Includes: Lucifer, Mammon, Levi, Satan, Asmo, Beel & Belphie

Genre: hurt/comfort + fluff!

Summary: you get sick, and your favorite demon knows (or tries his best) just how to take care of you

CW: sick! Reader, fever, lots of medicine, satan being Satan, wholesome Beel

wow i wonder what could have possibly inspired me to write this one….weird. anyway I am still sick but thats okay cause i got to sleep 20 hours one day and watch all the marvel movies so pog. anyway enjoy <3

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Lucifer

doesn’t know much about human illnesses but knows when you’re getting sick

makes you get lots of bed rest

will have medicine and fresh water for you around the clock

offers to do his paperwork in your room to keep you company

you don’t really notice either way cause you’re asleep mostly

he does anyway tho cause he’s worried and wants to keep an eye on you

corrects your temperature in your sleep too

shivering? adds another blanket

sweating? pulls the covers back and puts a cold cloth on your forehead

“luc did you…swaddle me?”

“you were cold”

even after you get better he’s extra adamant about you taking vitamins

Mammon

thinks you’re dying at first

notices you’re much warmer than usual and actually thinks you’re going to light on fire

panics and thinks lucifer is gonna kill him

you have to explain that you’re not actually dying but that you’re sick

probably has no idea what to do to help you

just does what he likes when he’s sick

brings you lots of fluids (especially juice)

and soup

expect lots of soup/ramen

is with you 24/7

“you’re MY responsibility so I gotta keep an eye on you”

probably forgets to take care of himself in the process

so you make him drink your water/eat your soup/sleep

definitely sleeps with you with the excuse of ‘watching out for you’

Levi

its just like in that anime he watched

except he really hopes you’re not dying like the MC in the anime was

just does exactly what they did in the anime (but with a lot more blushing and stuttering)

probably thinks you’d rather lucifer or mammon take care of you

you try to comfort him but you’re so tired that it just comes out as a bunch of mumbles

definitely has to give himself a peptalk (or five)

“y/n is really sick rn, this isn’t about you, ok?”

will feed you medicine if you’re not strong enough to do it yourself

you’re surprised at how well he’s handling things

“ok y/n im gonna head back to my room but if you need anything tonight just text me ok?”

“levi can you stay with me”

thinks he’s misheard you at first

malfunctions for a really long time

you’re already falling asleep by the time he decides to climb in bed with you

Satan

has been waiting for this moment since you arrived

literally read so many books about human illness and immune systems

figured it was only a matter of time until you got sick

is ready with juice and water and medicine

literally has everything you could possibly need

checks your temperature VERY delicately

“fuck y/n you’re burning up”

gets you a cold cloth for your forehead

even tho he knows everything he still is really nervous

checks on you like every five minutes (if he even leaves your room)

would make himself a bed on your floor so that if you need him in the night he’s there

somehow you convince him to come lay with you

even tho you’re a million degrees

he’ll stay with you all night just to make sure you’re okay

would definitely try and hunt down whoever infected you

Asmo

can tell you’re sick just by how clammy and washed out you look

but he won’t say anything

probably makes you one of his ultra healthy super food smoothies

even if it tastes gross he makes sure you drink it

would probably spoon feed you food too

insists you get lots of rest

and when you can’t sleep he’s there to keep you company

keeps up with your hygiene too

will brush your hair/tie it up so that it doesn’t get tangled while you sleep

gets a cloth to wipe down your face and applies lotion and chapstick

probably wouldn’t sleep with you cause he doesn’t want to get sick (even tho demons don’t share the same sicknesses with humans)

but will stay in a phone call with you from his room all night and if you need anything he’s there in a heartbeat

more medicine?

he’s there

but he’s so tired don’t expect him to return to his room after

Beel

doesn’t know whats going on at first but makes an educated guess

asks what you need instead of assuming

makes you lots of snacks + drinks

i feel like he would hide your medicine in food like they do for dogs??

idk it seems up his alley

also helps you with any tasks you may possibly need with

homework? he’s on it (just don’t tell Lucifer)

need to wash your hair but you’re too weak? all you gotta do is lean your head over the bathtub

he’ll take really good care of you

would probably baby you a little tho

like cut up your food into really small portions

and give you juice out of a sippy cup

“beel where did you even find that?”

“i-uhh—“

definitely watches movies with you until you fall asleep and stays to make sure you don’t need anything

Belphie

probably knew you were sick before anyone else

tries to ignore it cause he totally doesn’t care

but your skin is hot!!

and you’re sweating a lot

and your voice sounds…different?

eventually he has to give in and admit he’s worried about you

and since no one else is around he takes care of you

brings you water and medicine and offers to let you sleep in his bed

“just so I can wash your sheets! you’ll feel so much better in clean ones…”

even lets you sleep on his pillow

probably watches you sleep to make sure you’re still alive

but can’t help and admire how peaceful you look

pushes you to drink fluids and sleep LOTS

and if you refuse to sleep?

well he’ll just have to make you sleep

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singularforkforintimidation · 10 months

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Hello and welcome to our new show Marvel has a problem with women! I'm your host, skye, and tonight we'll be discussing why I'm fUCKING SICK OF IT.

(Secret invasion spoilers ahead)

Maria Hill. Commander of SHIELD. The only person capable of truly predicting Nick Furys literal bullshit. The only person capable of successfully wrangling the Avengers. The only person qualified to take no shit from anyone. She is one of the most important main characters for marvels plot development and characterisation. AND THEY FUCKING FRIDGED HER IN THE FIRST EPISODE OF A SHOW THATS NOT EVEN FUCKING HERS?? It wasnt for character development because her death is only used as leverage against Fury. That if that video of 'him' killing Maria Hill gets out then everything he's worked for will fall apart. It wasn't for the plot because her death has absolutely no relevance to the rest of the show. It wasn't even to reveal something. She isn't even thanked for her service to SHIELD and the Marines. SHE DOESNT EVEN HAVE A FUNERAL. She's just dead. Lying in a casket along with so many other women marvel packed up for the fucking sake of it.

I won't accept that they've done that to her. She could've been so much more. She shouldve been.

And now Carol Danvers. Captain Marvel. The human equivalent of a nuke. The woman Thanos punched in the face and didn't even flinch. The Avenger for every other planet in the goddamn fucking universe. She is the only Captain Marvel. She is meant to be one of the most powerful people in the universe. Her powers are able to kill Gods. AND GI'AH JUST FUCKING GETS THEM?? AFTER ALL THE TRAUMA CAROL GOES THROUGH TO GET THEM, AND ITS NOT EVEN HER FUCKING CHOICE. Why do Marvel repeatedly diminish the power women have over and over and fucking over. Let us have these strong characters without someone else just one upping them just be-fucking-cause.

I'm sick of it. Im so fucking sick of it. These characters were mine. They were my lifeline. I can't even have my lifeline anymore

#maria hill #wlw #let lesbians have this one thing #commander hill #secret invasion #secret invasion spoilers #the commander #captain marvel #carol danvers #theyre HER powers #fuck marvel

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writeyourdarlings · 3 months

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just learned that ed brubaker's dialogue with the winter soldier was cut in catws. and to add insults to injury, he wasn't even invited to the premiere that he had to text sebastian stan just to get himself and steve epting in (i cant even imagine, the creators of bucky had to beg from the actor???). he found out that they weren't even on the guest list, and apparently marvel gave the invitations away to some unknown bloggers... ugh im so sick. brubaker had gave them nothing but a proper winter soldier arc. he's literally the key to the character, and yet they blatantly discredited him and his works. im literally sad just reading his statements:(

#aya speaks #marvel #catws #ed brubaker

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marinareads25 · 6 months

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GIFT GUIDE FOR BOOKISH PEOPLE

Hey Homies! Thought I would drop all the cool bookish shops and stuff I found when looking for christmas gifts. Take a shot every time I say “cute.”

Bookish Jewelry

- Le Petite Sprout has super cute bookworm jewelry like this necklace or this one. (also has super cute harry themed jewelry if you’re also obsessed with that mf like me LMAO)

- Estori Collective has the cutest book themed jewelry. They have ACOTAR, Six Of Crows and The Cruel Prince pieces (+ many others) so check them out!

- Halo Fiction ALSO has cute book themed jewelry including Percy Jackson, ACOTAR, and Harry Potter!!

- HerBookishJewelry has cute necklaces like THIS Jacks themed one like omg the apple and THIS Eva themed one with the little fox im screaming. They also have SJM Universe, The Cruel Prince and Fourth Wing stuff!!

- Gadget4Entertainment has the sickest jewelry. If you like ASOIAF universe, check out their Westeros collection (they have all the crowns and Rhaenyra jewelry love love love). They also have a Bookish collection, I am particularly obsessed with this Andarna ring. AND they also have the coolest marvel jewelry?!? (comics are books!)

- Avery Faye also has some vintage bookish jewelry for Anna Karenina, Grishaverse, Little Women, etc.

Maps

- Fantasy Scrolls has literally so many fantasy book maps in scroll form, I am fangirling so hard. The Ice Court Map??! Absolutely Sickening. The Magnificient North Map!? Beautiful. The Caraval Map?! Insane.

Prints

- rosiethorns88 has the cutest fanart prints!! ( I have the EvaJacks print and I cry every time I see it)

- Mellendraws also has adorable prints for so many books (shatter me, evajacks, the cruel prince and more +)

- Artsiidaisy HAS SO MANY CUTE PRINTS TOO😭 like are you joking?!? Signa and Death?✅. Iris and Roman? ✅. Evajacks? ✅. TellaLegend? ✅. ScarlettJulian? ✅. Cardan and Jude? ✅.

Pretty Books

(some of these are lowkey expensive AF but I guess if you’re looking for a fancy gift they would be a good option)

- The Folio Society has the prettiest hardcover versions of every classic you could think of! (they also have non-classics). This 1984 Illustrated Copy is crazy!??? AND this The Handmaid’s Tale Copy is terrifying.

- The Juniper Books has the coolest book sets. Like look at Game Of Thrones Set it’s so beautiful?!?

- You can also find so many pretty hardcover versions of your favorite books on Amazon, Ebay (fuck resellers tho), and others! Just make sure you add “collector’s edition” or “limited edition” after the title. Like look at this Six Of Crows Set!! Or this Dance Of Thieves version with gold edges AHHH! OR this The Cruel Prince Collector’s Edition!!! Caraval Collector’s edition!!!! This Game Of Thrones edition!!!

- Lilac Librarys has some cuteeeee ass alternate dust jackets to LEVEL UP your books!! Also has other cute merch. ( I have the OUABH dust jackets and they are fucking gorgeous in person)

- Reading Portal has beautiful page overlays for your books!!!! They also have art prints!!

Merch

- WellReadBabes has sick apparel, wall art and stickers!! This No Mourners No Funerals Crewneckkkkk so cute omg!!

- The Library Closet also has… guess what… CUTE stuff LMAO.

Pins

- Iridiscent Fairytale has SJM, Fourth Wing and OUABH Pins!!!

- Craft My Fandom has more bookish pins!!!!

Bookmarks

- These personalized embroidered bookmarks are such a cute gift!!

- This dragon bookmark is such a slay!! or this one!!!

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ANYWAYS, hope you all get some…. CUTE😉 stuff for your bookish besties or for yourself!!!💗

#gift guide #gift ideas #bookish #bookish gifts #book merch #bookworm #books #book gift #unique gifts

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baby scarab || 50

anon - hiii!!! Could you do one where y/n reacts to a cat call and she's kinda like "I'd rather drown and die." And walks home and tells the boys and they're kinda just silently wishing death upon the person you cat called her? You can just ignore/delete!!!

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anon - what would happen if anyone were to say something about y/n and made her feel uncomfortable?

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anon - what if there's a new trainee at the cafe that y/n has to train and she makes her first... AGE APPROPRIATE FEMALE FRIEND *cue air horns*

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anon - hear me out: layla has like a niece or smthn or it’s literally anyone else age appropriate and y/n makes her very first 🥁🥁🥁 healthy female freindship 🍾🍾

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anon - what if y/n has to train someone at the cafe and it’s a girl who is around her age and now she has a freind that is a girl

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anon - I’ve got an idea for your baby scarab series!

Could you do something where the readers schizophrenia is really bad and the boys help her? Like maybe she keeps seeing and hearing things

Thank you, I love your series it’s so good btw :))

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A/N : thank you for the amazing requests :) also some of these took a dark turn, and ik evie aint a new friend but whatever

masterlist - marvel masterlist - series masterlist

A/N : IM RUNNING OUT OF MK GIFS :( also happy early post :))

please enjoy, and don't be shy if you want to be in the taglist, just ask <3, sorry for the long wait

pairings : steven grant x (platonic)reader, marc spector x (platonic) reader, khonshu x (platonic)reader, jake lockley x (platonic)reader

TW : medicine (pills), spidey stuff, mentions of violence, language, like two sex jokes, new friend :), panic attack, nightmares, protective dads, pedophilia(?), let me know if i missed anything.

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you were woken up by steven.

he decided it would be a good idea to take your blankets off of you, making you cold and grumpy.

all that got him was webs in his eyes.

he did get you up though, with promises of pop tarts.

you felt.. off as you got up, and you couldn’t even think of a reason why.

you groggily get dressed for work, while glaring at your phone that read 8:48 am.

“steven! i’m going to call in sick!” you exclaim.

“no you are not!” he yells back and you groan.

“worth a shot” you mumble, getting the last bit of your uniform on before finishing getting ready in the bathroom.

you came out while yawning, seeing your promised pop tarts on the counter waiting for you while steven made himself some tea.

“steven i’m sick” you fake cough and he turns around to give you a look.

“no you’re not” he starts, chuckling as you hop up on the counter and lean down to hold your face in your hands. “you need to go to work, y/n” he says sternly and you pick your head up to glare at him.

“but i don’t wanna” you whine and steven just shakes his head.

“you need to earn money” he begins, letting marc explain the rest.

“plus if you want to get into a good college in a couple years. or you can even get your own car”

“a car? i cant even ride a bike” you scoff and it goes silent.

“..you don’t know how to-“

“do you need a reminder of what you saw in my memories? no. you do not” you say to marc quickly and he hums.

“exactly. stay quiet” marc scoffs at your comment while jake snickers at him.

“putting that aside, if you ever need to talk about it, i-“

“okay i’m going to work now bye” you say quickly, picking up your one remaining pop tart and heading for your shoes.

“hey now, not so fast” steven says and you turn around to face him after getting your shoes on.

“you’re forgetting something” he tells you with a smile and you squint your eyes at him.

“i don’t think i am” you challenge and he raises an eyebrow.

you roll your eyes and move forward to catch steven in a hug, to which he follows your lead while you press your face into his neck.

“i’ll be home before dinner” you pull back. “i love you guys” you head to the door, steven reluctantly letting go of you so you could do so.

“we love you too” he responds, watching as you smile and shut the door behind you while you leave for work.

“you should have let her take a sick day, we could’ve spent more time together before she has to go back to school” jake complains and steven goes back to his tea.

“dammit, you have a point” marc groans and steven chuckles while pouring his tea.

“if she really wanted to stay she would’ve” steven begins. “besides it’s only six hours” he shrugs, making marc and jake groan in annoyance.

“we’re bored already” marc complains.

steven just sighs, wanting nothing more than for you to come home and entertain the two nuisances in his head.

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“y/n! i have a special job for you!” your boss, natalie sings out while coming towards you.

it was the middle of your shift, the lunch rush being over by now.

“what is it?” you ask, and then notice the familiar face standing behind her.

“i believe you two have met, so i thought i’d give you the opportunity to train her” natalie starts. “evie applied a few days ago, and it’s been too busy to train her before hand, so i was hoping you could do so now” she says and you smile, wiping off the counter.

“of course, welcome to the team, evie” you say jokingly and she chuckles, natalie patting her shoulder and turning back towards the rooms behind her.

“how have you been?” she starts and you smile.

“the best i can be, you?” you reply and she smiles back.

“me too, now how can you memorize all of those drinks?” she asks dramatically, turning back to the menu and pointing to it.

you chuckle. “don’t worry about it, it’s not as hard as it looks” you assure her, and immediately get started.

you and evie spent all your free time at work to get her used to where everything was and how to make some of the drinks.

she did very well for her first day, so you even let her take some of the orders herself while you supervised.

“you’re a natural” you tell her, wiping off the counter after closing.

“oh stop it” she smiles, washing some of the dirty utensils and dishes.

“no really, the last time i had to train someone they broke the blender and spilled chocolate syrup all over the floor” you shudder at the memory of staying an extra hour to clean all that up.

you also bought a brand new blender without natalie knowing.

it was a very expensive blender too, and it came right out of your rent money.

you’re glad you don’t have to worry about that anymore.

but you can’t help but wonder how steven, marc, and jake are keeping the rent up.

maybe khonshu had something to do with it, you still had no idea how his magic worked.

“that sounds terrible, i’m glad i didn’t do that” evie says, causing you to snap back to reality and finish cleaning the counters.

“yeah i’m glad too, because i’d make you clean it” you joke, making her laugh.

“if you want i can finish cleaning tomorrow and we can leave early” you offer, and she frowns at you.

“but that’s extra work for you”

“so? it just means i get paid more” you shrug and that brings a smile back to her face.

“thank you, really” she says and you nod.

“it’s no problem, just get your stuff and we can lock up” you tell her, making sure your phone and your key was in your pocket.

you grabbed your bag from under the counter and waited as evie did the same, waiting for you to lead the way.

you do so, leading evie through the back and outside before locking the door behind you two.

“which way are you going?” you ask her, and she points in the opposite direction of the way you go to get home.

“oh” you sigh. “well i’ll see you later then” you wave, backing up slowly in case she had anything else to say.

“yeah, i’ll see you” she turns around and begins walking.

it was almost 5, meaning steven was already cooking, or was going to start soon.

you debated on summoning the suit and following evie home to make sure she didn’t get mugged or something, but thinking about it makes it sound creepy so you decided against it and started on your way home.

it was a very cloudy day, the sun no where to be seen. that meant all the tourists were sight seeing indoors, so the sidewalks were almost empty.

you were about halfway home when a group of guys passes you, and you paid no mind to it until your spidey senses tingled so you stopped and turned around to see them staring at you.

there were three of them, looking maybe a little older than 30.

you just furrow your brows and turn back around when you hear their loud footsteps getting closer, so you turn around again, making them stop.

they seemed to notice your glare and laugh. “what’s your problem? we’re just looking at you” one of them says and you feel your eye twitch.

“yeah, and we like what we’re seein’” one of the other ones adds on and you feel your stomach churn.

you began to feel sick.

you had no idea what to say so you swiftly turned around and ran behind the next corner, hoping they would get the hint and leave you alone.

they didn’t. they kept following you.

“can you leave me alone?” you grit out, whipping around to see their smug faces.

“aw come on, we just want to have a little fun” one of them says in a baby voice towards you.

“well i don’t want to, so stop following me” you say in your most stern voice you can.

on the inside you were freaking out, you just wanted to get home and relax.

yet here you were. being followed by three creepy men.

“don’t be like that, you’re what? 19? 18? good enough for us” he chuckles and you take in a shaky breath, slowly backing up and wondering how nobody is seeing this.

“i’m 17..” you mutter and he groans.

“well, the younger the better”

now that made you want to vomit. you held it back and just stared forward, not knowing what to do.

“you’re disgusting” you frown and back up in larger steps, with them coming towards you at the same time.

“don’t be like that, we just want to-“

“you just want to what?” a deep voice says from behind you, making you turn around to see a familiar face.

“we- we just-“

“you what?! say it!” he yells at the men, stepping in front of you with an arm out.

you were surprised to see frank again, considering you’ve only met him a couple times before now.

and he always happened to find you when you were in some kind of trouble.

“you think it’s okay to harass kids?!” he shouts at them, gaining the attention of some people across the street.

“hey man chill out we were joking-“

“it didn’t look like you were joking when you were undressing her with your eyes” frank grits out at them, getting in their faces.

“now you’re all going to turn around, and never bother anybody again or i’ll find you, you hear me?” he threatens and they all nod, backing up and running past the corner.

frank turns around and when he sees your shaken form his eyes soften, hesitant to reach out to you but does so anyways.

he puts a hand on your shoulder, but you just end up throwing your arms around him and hanging onto the back of his shirt for dear life.

you felt tears in your eyes, and your hands were shaking, frank patting your back to try and comfort you.

franks eyes darted around at the few people watching, so he gently pried your hands off his back to put an arm around your shoulder and lead you towards the way you were originally going.

you felt yourself shaking as you picked at your fingers while letting frank quickly lead you home.

he stopped and turned you so that you were facing him right in front of your building.

“hey, are you alright?” he starts and rolls his eyes at himself. “dumb question. can i do anything to help you?” he rephrases and you just stare ahead.

he sighs and waves a hand in front of your face to grab your attention.

“it wasn’t your fault, stop thinking that” he says as if he can read your mind.

“but they said-“

“no, it’s on them. it’s not right for them to prey after anybody, especially not young girls” he tells you and you nod.

“but what if you didn’t show up? i cant just- they would’ve seen my face” you almost out yourself, when he gives you a knowing nod.

“hey, red told me about your.. powers so don’t you worry about it” he starts. “i’m positive you could’ve beat all their asses” frank feels proud of himself when you crack a small smile.

“you want me to walk you the rest of the way?” he asks and you nod.

“please”

frank leads you up the elevator and you lead him to your door, fumbling with your key as frank makes sure nobody had followed you.

you unlock the door, and marc ends up approaching to greet you like he usually does.

“hey how was- woah what happened?” he asks, and he tenses up a bit until he sees how out of it you were.

you just purse your lips and look down at your shoes.

“it’s frank right? we’ve met before” marc turns to frank eh nods.

marc moves aside you let both you and frank in, you taking off your shoes and tossing your bag on the ground to go sit on the couch, knees to your chest.

marc looks back at you worriedly. “what happened? is she okay?” he asks frank in a hushed voice and frank shakes his head.

“three guys were following her home, and saying.. some nasty things to her” he answers hesitantly and marc scoffs.

“are you kidding me?” he runs a hand through his hair in stress.

“did they touch her? what did they say?”

“no, they didn’t touch her they just.. told her they wanted to have some fun with her” he begins and marc looks to you in concern.

“i stopped it before it could go too far, but she.. she froze up a couple times” he finishes and marc nods.

“well.. thank you for making sure she got home safe. we owe you” he says and frank nods.

“it’s no problem-“

“no really, if anything happened to her i-“ marc stops himself and frank just nods.

“i get it. both of you stay safe” frank turns to leave and marc doesn’t stop him, until he turns around right before he walks out of the door.

“when she’s back in the right mindset, tell her i said bye and.. if she ever needs me she can get my number from red” and that’s all he says before leaving and shutting the door behind him.

marc just stares at the door for a second before turning to you, who was just staring at the wall.

“kid?” he starts, going to sit down next to you.

“can you talk to us please?” he asks softly and waves a hand in front of your face, making you look at him and come back to reality.

“there you are” he starts. “do you need anything?” he asks and you shake your head.

“my head feels funny” you mumble, and your eyes dart around the room for a couple seconds before looking back at marc as if nothing happened.

he hums and tilts his head. “when was the last time you took your medication?” he asks carefully and watches as you count out two days off your fingers.

“these many days” you nod to yourself, sticking your fingers up in his face.

panic courses through all three of them, steven being the worst.

“oh my god- y/n! that is not healthy i’ve told you this- it could make you sick!” he exclaims and you just nod.

“i’m sorry” you apologize as marc gets up to go find your pills.

“don’t be sorry- it’s- you just forgot right? you’re not trying to hurt yourself?” steven asks and you shake your head.

“okay, good” he lets out a breath.

“take these” marc says, handing you two of your usual pills.

you take them and the cup of water he brought you, and toss them in your mouth, swallowing them with the water.

“good job, now do you need anything else?” he asks and this time you nod.

“what is it?” jake asks and you just look to marc with a small frown.

“jus’ wanna sit here with you guys” you say quietly and they all verbally agree to stay there with you.

“just.. if you want to talk about it we’ll listen” steven tells you and you let a small smile form on your face.

“there’s that smile” marc grins at you and you smile even wider.

“i love you guys”

“i love you too”

“si, nosotros siempre tenemos”

“and we always will, love”

you and your dads all just relaxed that evening, clinging to steven the whole time he made dinner.

beating marc’s ass in uno again once you were in the right mindset.

and falling asleep with the cats and jake. on the floor. quite comfortable actually.

and it was all because you had your dads, and they would always be there for you.

always and forever, until the day they physically can’t anymore.

and let’s just say that’s not anytime soon.

~~~

A/N : hope you guys liked it, kinda running out of motivation lately UNTIL- i saw the little blue bubble in my inbox and reminded me of how happy it makes me to write for all of you :) see you all in a few days

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prettyboykatsuki · 12 days

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dude I’ve been wondering this for a while, but how have you watched and played and read literally everything lmao, like every time you mention something the list keeps growing in my head and I find it really impressive /lh

AJDJGKSJFKWJF. I REALLY HAVE NOT. but the answer to this is that im a loser basically. and i had an older brother who was super into videogames ++ i was always really into anime and i had few friends so… a lot of semi-niche media knowledge. the issue is i dont rmb half of it bc ADHD and memory issues (dont smoke weed everyday at 15).

THERES A LOT OF STUFF I HAVENT SEEN OR READ. ive seen like one star wars movie and five marvel movies and i havent seen a shit ton of other really popular stuff as a result of being a mega loser nerd. never finished lotr i dont think and a bunch of other stuff. in terms of like pop culture im essentially limited to Random Ass Media. i can write you an essay about the Mother series from Nintendo but no ive never actually watched the office 😭 and there’s a fuckton of movies i havent watched LMAO

it seems contrarian but im so genuinely that much of a loser. its been life long sickness of mine 😔

#return to sender #yes ive played danganronp no ive never played any ranked game

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obsessed with this (and many others) story being so dead-set on two main guys and their just absurdly close relationship and then having the balls so say NO HOMO and being so scared of having an open end so it just had to follow the heteronormativity norms. im so sick and tired of it. it just cheapens the whole things. it cheapens whatever respect there was for female characters involved, which was already not a lot because well. lets be honest yeah. i just wish these stories were self-aware enough to leave the characters alone. no relationship is better than what usually happens in these stories :( that's why im so hesitant to read the novel because im not always able to ignore such stupid literary device. im ranting to your inbox because i think you'll get it and my god i was so bitter when i was spoiled about the story's ending and the violent need to have everyone married it's hhghgghhhnng

i get it yeah. i've been deep in fandom spaces for about ten years now, this is not my first rodeo, won't be my last and i'm already used to it. doesn't mean i'm not tired of it too tho kjasdasd

and yeah i agree, at this point i'm not even really asking for a ship to be canon, i truly do believe sometimes the better option is to just have an open ending and leaving things to the imagination, but the amount of times authors feel the need to shove a last minute het romance just so they can beat the queer allegations,,, is too many to count

i think what gets me with tged is that,,, you can really take away the canon romance and nothing changes. it adds nothing to the plot, it really was something bk moon added in the last chapters purely to make it canon at the end. you could erase those bits and the general plot and characterization remains the same. it is... bad writing to be honest. like. from a purely technical standpoint that's a bad relationship, that's not how you add a romance to your plot!

but! on the other hand! the fact that it can be erased that easily does make it very easy to ignore it and focus on the good parts of the plot which are truly worth everything else aksdhskaj

it's like,, the gay equivalent of that thing marvel does where it includes their 'diversity' moments in such a way that you can cut them off and the film is still perfectly watchable. here you can cut the straight bits and you still get an awesome novel with great characters and deeply moving relationships lmao

it cheapens whatever respect there was for female characters involved, which was already not a lot because well. lets be honest yeah.

and this. yeah. Yeah. i did my fair bit of ranting when the webcomic decided to make silurian javier's love interest, retroactively fridging her for his manpain and also straight up ignoring and erasing her arc in the novel about her not needing to marry to be made heir for the city. like. they just didn't mention it. at all. what the fuck.

and then there's alicia who. the more i think about her and the way her relationship with lloyd is handled the more upset i get. she was such a cool character, with her own thing going on, her own motivations, her own worries, her own deal. and then she becomes lloyd's love interest because. well, she's literally the only important enough female character who isn't related to lloyd or already married who can do it. like. that's it.

silurian gets an entire arc about why she doesn't need to marry lloyd, sherazade marries lloyd's brother, marbella is his mom, moira basically disappears after her introduction... and that's... it, i think?? who else?? emily? the mermaid queen? i for the longest time thought raphael was a girl and was sorely disappointed to find out he was not so. yeah.

then there's the "magentano carry" title effect thing going on and,,, that's a whole mess on its own. i hate it. there's literally an otherwordly power making alicia trust lloyd. let me rephrase that. they had to force the canon love interest into giving her full trust to the main character. the very foundation of their relationship is built on her being literally unable to mistrust him because there's an external force forcing down her suspicions and doubts about him.

and we have canon confirmation that if lloyd pushes hard enough when she's already paranoid because of other factors, that effect can break and all her mistrust and wariness about the potential danger he is to the crown come back with full force and she'll declare him a traitor and go to war against him. like. that's the state of their trust and relationship when the novel is 89% done. i'm not even slightly exaggerating i literally did the math.

it's. it's just bad. it's so bad. i'm. i don't know what else to say. she didn't deserve that. lloyd didn't deserve that. we certainly didn't deserve that either.

so like. after all of this it'll sound really hypocrite of me to tell you to read the novel but. i do think it's still worth it. everything i'm talking about is. such a small part of the entire novel. which is kind of the problem but also the very reason i still think it's worth reading it.

everything else makes up for it i promise akjshdjka

#hey i got an ask #Anonymous #tged #the greatest estate developer #tged spoilers

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