#it only stops being normal when we leave the house lol (or when i try to do things.. he and my brother are hoarding the executive function)

[terezipyropescrocs]

ok so my talk with my dad actually went... really well? i spoke to him about my doctor's visit while we were hiking since that is the peak time for conveying information to him and right away way he just kind of. accepted that i was autistic and probably need some kind of help for it?? and then we spent the whole hike talking about autism??? so... mission accomplished!

#i mean my brother has also been talking to him about all of this lately but seemed to think he wasn't making much progress #but idk with my dad it's hard to tell and sometimes he just needs a lot of time to process things #since he 100% has undiagnosed adhd himself and i. would not be Shocked if he was also autistic #the amount of autistic/adhd swag between him my siblings and me... is probably the reason none of us have gotten diagnosed before now #it only stops being normal when we leave the house lol (or when i try to do things.. he and my brother are hoarding the executive function) #he also said we should ask my birth mom if she or my birth dad could also be autistic #which will be interesting because some of the things she's said about them both HAVE kind of pinged my autism-dar #texts

[writeroutoftime]

precious secret

pairing: eris vanserra x fem!reader

summary: eris has kept you - his mate - a secret for years, not wanting any harm to come to you. but when his hands are tied, he must turn to an unlikely ally to offer you protection

warnings: minor mentions of violence against reader (split lip, not graphic description), beron - enough said

words: 1.5k

a/n: alright, I am in love with eris - at least the fanon version of him lol. and I'm such a sucker for stories where he tries to protect his mate from his father, so I humbly offer this as my submission. please enjoy and it'd be great if you let me know what you think! have a great day everyone!

oOoOo

A sense of fear palpated through Eris' heart with every purposeful stride his took down the halls of Forest House. His palms were sweaty, and his skin felt flushed, a stark contrast to the cool and collected exterior he normally presented.

The moment his trusted guard had let him know of your situation, his mind could think only of the worst possible scenarios. The worst images his mind could mangle before his eyes flooded his senses, and he knew the only remedy would be to see, hear, and touch you.

Upon reaching your room, he slammed open the door and immediately rushed to your side. His hands automatically reached to cup your cheeks, eyes frantically scanning for blood, bruises, anything that could cause you pain. It didn't take long for his eyes to zero in on the blood that ran along your lips.

Hands shaking, Eris reached out to gently wipe the blood away with his thumb. Your instinctive flinch caused a pain to wash over his body. He never wanted to be the cause of your pain. You sent a wave of reassurance down the golden bond, but it did little to assure him.

"It's worse than it looks." you tried, grasping his wrist, holding his palm against your cheek.

Eris growled, eyes hardening as though his mind had not registered your words. "What happened?

There was a moment of hesitation from your side, but with a soft sigh you let your mate in the morning's events. "Word got out to Beron that there had been sightings of us together. He let me off with a warning for lesser fae such as myself to stay away from the likes of you."

"This can't go on." he spoke, scoffing at his father's words.

Now it was your turn to panic. "W-what do you mean?" 

"It's not safe for you to stay here any longer." he clarified, gaze softening ever so slightly.

"I'm not leaving you." you demanded, holding your ground.

"Love, we thought we were being careful and look what happened. What am I to do if this becomes a regular occurrence. It will ease my mind to know you are safe and out of harm's way." 

"Away from you." you argued, nuzzling your head into his neck as you tried to stop the tears that burned against your eyes. 

"Just for a little while." he promised. "Just until I know it's safe to bring you back." softly pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. 

"I don't know where I shall go." you admitted. 

It pained you to think of leaving the Autumn Court - your home. Yes, Beron was a horrible, cruel ruler, but there was still so much good to be found outside of his clutches. The breathtaking scenery, your family, and, of course, all the beautiful moments you and your mate created together. If you left would you ever see any of it again?

"I'll take care of it." Eris said, drifting off into silence as he savored the last night he had to hold you for the time being.

oOoOo

Eris strolled through the halls of River House, trademark smirk upon his features as he came into view of his reluctant allies. Rhysand and Feyre draped themselves across two chairs at their grand table, looking warily at the heir to the Autumn Court. 

"High Lord, High Lady, a pleasure as always." Eris greeted, bowing slightly to the rulers of the Night Court. Though, it didn't escape his notice the close eye that the rest of the Inner Circle kept on him.

"Eris," Rhysand acknowledged, trying to be diplomatic. "to what do we owe this unexpected visit?" 

There was a long pause in which Eris took a deep breath and pushed aside the snarky comments, the masked facade, and allowed the Night Court to see him in his true form. "I am here to ask you to provide sanctuary for a member of the Autumn Court." he spoke, choosing his words carefully. 

Feyre cocked her head to the side, as if trying to decipher a hidden cipher in Eris' words. "And why do you presume we have any obligation to help someone associated with you?"

Eris' palms burned with a heat that threatened to burst free and wreak havoc. A reaction that had become more common after solidifying the mating bond with you all those years ago. But he tamped down said flames, knowing anger wouldn't get him anywhere. So, the red-headed swallowed his pride and tried another approach.

"I know I have no room to ask such a request, but please." Eris pled, bending to bow before the Night Court on one knee. "If not for my sake, then do it for the sake of - of my mate. For the innocent female who has had the misfortune of falling in love with me." he confessed, revealing his most precious card.

All eyes of the Inner Circle widened in surprise, and Feyre couldn't contain her gasp at Eris' words. None of them had ever had any inkling there was someone tied to Eris in that way, but from the shake in his voice, to the bowing of his head, they knew he spoke only the truth. 

"I still need time to take control of Autumn from my father, and it is no longer safe for her there." he continued. "But once I am High Lord, she will be able to return to me. Until then, this is the safest place I know of for her. Name your price, and I swear it will be done." 

Rhys and Feyre shared a look, silently conversing. Even the powerful High Lord was taken aback by the confession and felt a small pang in his own heart. His mind shifted to Feyre and the lengths he had gone to protect and everything he would continue to do if necessary -what he would do, what he would promise, what he would give up. All just to know she was safe, regardless of his own well-being. He saw those same feelings reflected in Eris' eyes. No longer was he an arrogant heir before them, but a male in love and desperate. 

"That is a bold offer to make." Rhys spoke, his voice commanding always one with a flair for dramatics. He saw the way Eris flinched in worry, so he quickly put the male out of his misery. "But we accept."

The relief Eris felt washed over him instantaneously, his shoulders sagging in relief. "Thank you." he whispered, so overcome with emotion, he didn't know how else to emote his gratitude. "I am at your disposal to the best of my ability when you call in your favor" he spoke, standing up. 

The thought of Rhysand now having a favor to dangle over his head sent a small chill down his spine. But he would offer a thousand favors to the male if it would guarantee your safety. It should have scared him, but Eris knew that wasn't anything in this world (or the next) he wouldn't do to keep you protected. 

"No favor necessary." Feyre spoke gently, after sparing a quick glance in Rhys' direction. "We know the sanctity of the mating bond, and we will do our best to keep your mate safe." she vowed, seeing a new light to the male before her.

With another round of thanks, Eris bowed his head a final time before winnowing away and back to spend one last night with you.

oOoOo

The next day, under the cover of night, Eris stood with you in his arms, at the entrance to Velaris. Tears pulled in both of your eyes as your foreheads rest against each other's. Feelings of both love and despair were shot down the bond, leaving you feeling breathless.

"Please, we can figure this out." you tried one last time, not caring if the tears on your cheeks belonged to you and Eris. We don't have to separate."

"Trust me," Eris whispered, knowing that Rhys and Feyre stood only a few feet away. "I would wish for nothing more than to be selfish and keep you by your side. But this is the only way I can ensure you’re safe."

"What about you?"

Eris pulled back slightly to take in your form, sighing softly at your stubbornness. He gently cupped your cheek, pressing soft kisses to your skin. "Don't worry about me. I'll be fine, and we'll be back together before you know it, alright?" he asked, content with your reluctant nod.

One last time, Eris leaned in and captured your lips with his. You gripped the lapels of his jacket, pulling your mate as close to your chest as was possible. The kiss was soft, but desperate and full of languish. Though you both wished the moment could last forever, you eventually pulled away, whispering words of love to each other.

"Until we see each other again, love." Eris vowed, watching your figure retreat into the safety of Velaris until you he could see you no more.

part two

#eris vanserra x reader #eris vanserra imagine #eris x reader #acotar imagine #rita writes

[ccalhoun]

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carlisle cullen x m!werewolf! reader

warnings: male reader, werewolf reader, imprinting, twilight lore, omegaverse?, forbidden love, reader gets hit by a car lol, love confessions??, esme doesnt exist (still love her tho)

wc: 2.1k

cut for length!

you drove into town in your dad's truck, old and slow. your family hated going into town, and you never understood why, which is why you were on a sort of errands run for them. of course you knew of the cullens in all of their vampire-ness but you never found it as much of a problem, what were the chances you'd run into them anyways?

the laundry list of things to do was long, longer than you'd expected, so last minute you called your friend jess to help keep you company on your long day ahead of you. you picked her up from her cute but humble house and headed towards the first place on your list, newton's olympic outfitter's. "aren't you and one of the newton boys together? mike, right?" you asked as you looked at the list on the seat next to you while pulling out of jess' driveway. it'd been awhile since the last time you'd hung out even though you considered jess to be one of your closer friends, the reservation didn't get good enough phone reception to call as frequently as she wanted.

"uh, no, we broke up actually," she mumbled quickly from the passenger seat next to you. "oh, damn, sorry. what a bitch," you added the last part jokingly, trying to cheer up from the topic. you both laughed it off and continued the drive until you got there, continuing your conversation as you walked into the store. "i just need to get a few things for my sibling(s) and dad, shouldn't take too long," you assured her as you quickly found the first thing on your list. the day went mostly like this, stopping by random shops for the few odd items before the final store on the list, just getting a few groceries that are cheaper to buy in forks. you entered the store and followed the routine as normal, getting whatever you needed and getting out as soon as possible.

caught up in your conversation with jess, you hadn't even noticed the small red car speeding through the parking lot. everything happened so fast all you can remember is walking with jess, hearing her scream, and then being on the ground of the parking lot. "tyler! what the fuck is your problem!" jess yells, you only vaguely hear it before she rushes over to help you sit up. "at least call an ambulance asshole, don't just stand there with your door open!" you heard her yell again before she started to check on you.

before you knew it, you were being taken into an ambulance and rushed to the hospital. the hospital. a shiver runs down your spine and you hear the heart rate monitor pick up its beeping as you realized you're going to the one place in forks where you have been forbidden to go by your family.

you start panicking, trying to get out of the ambulance in any way you can.

"hey, calm down, we're going to put you under for the rest of the ride, okay? we can't help you if you don't let us," you hear the nurse in the back with you say after trying to get you to stop freaking out.

you woke again in a hospital bed, the smell of medicine invading your nostrils immediately and making you sneeze.

"ah, you're awake, and just in time. the doctor's on his way right now." the same female nurse says before finishing up on writing your vitals and waiting for the doctor. your heart drops when you hear her mention him, no doubt it was carlisle cullen. what if he killed you in the hospital, right there, he probably had manipulation powers to make everyone think nothing happened.

"i don't need a doctor, i'm fine, let me go," you rush out as fast as possible while trying to sit up, the action only making you dizzy as the nurse gently laid you back down.

"once the doctor says you're fine you can leave. you only have minimal bruising and a few cuts, you'll be out of here in the blink of an eye," the nurse comforted you, and it seemingly worked as the heart rate monitor went back to normal. you took deep breaths, only a few minutes with the monster and you'd be able to leave and never go into forks again.

you heard footsteps approaching and turned your head to the door, the door knob turned and your heart dropped again, fear pulsing in your veins more than it ever has before. then he stepped into the room and you were filled with a new feeling, your heart started beating faster, and it was like you had tunnel vision on him and him alone. you couldn't hear the busy sounds of the hospital, and you surely didn't notice the nurse standing too close for your liking anymore. the first thing your brain registered was that the doctor had the best smell you've ever encountered, like vanilla, honey, and lavender all at once.

"-use me, sir?" the nurse said, only hearing the last part of whatever she was saying. you adjusted back to reality quicker than you wanted, then you noticed the doctor standing in front you, trying to get your attention for an unknown amount of time.

"cullen," was all you managed to squeak out, staring with wide eyes at the man in front of you. he was better looking than anyone you'd ever seen, like god himself graced the doctor's face. he wasn't what you expected from the stories you've been told. you were told his eyes were empty and loveless, but as you looked at him his eyes were warm and more full of love than a father seeing his newborn baby for the first time.

"i see you're from the reservation, brave of you to come here," his voice was angelic, like he was singing a song only for your ears to hear. you gave him an alarmed look before you could stop yourself, was he threatening you? was your pack right?

"what?" you stuttered out and you were met with a soft, too soft to be real, chuckle and a warm smile from the doctor. "i don't see many of you in the hospital, i was starting to think you've all been avoiding it because of me,"

"they have," your words came before your brain could filter them, his frown was quick and the cutest frown you've ever seen, the kind of frown that made you want to hold him and kiss it away. "sorry, just something the tribe elders told us to do, it's not like any of us hate you," you stumbled over your words, and lied through your teeth. some of the members of your pack hated the cullens like they'd been personally attacked by them. the smile on his lips made your heart skip a beat, which was well documented from the heart monitor you nearly forgot about.

the doctor, carlisle you think, shone a light in your eyes, and then checked your ears, and listened to your heartbeat. his hand was on your chest, and you're sure he could hear the affect it had on you.

"well, good news, you can be released and you already talked to the police so there's no need for you to stay." you didn't think it was possible but your heart dropped again, you'd almost wished you got hurt worse so you could spend more time with him. "i'll finish this paperwork and get it on file as soon as possible, you should be able to leave within the hour. is there anything else you need?" you barely heard the rest of his sentence, still focusing on the fact that you wouldn't be able to stay around the doctor for longer.

"um, would it be possible to talk to you? in private?" you asked sheepishly. you were 110% sure you were imprinting on him, and you were even more sure he was definitely a vampire. you didn't hear any heartbeat, and you were quick to notice his larger than normal canine teeth. your question was met with another warm smile that made your heart restart and a nod.

"yes, of course, let me get you unhooked from the equipment and i'll walk you to my office, okay?" his voice was soft and reassuring, like he knew what you were going through. there was no way he knew that much about werewolves, right? just as he said, he helped you get the various wires off and led you to his office. his door read 'doctor carlisle cullen', you had remembered his name correctly. he opened the door and held it open for you, the gentleman you could only dream of. he closed the door gently but swiftly behind himself.

"please, take a seat. what were you wondering about?" he asked sweetly as he took his own seat and set a few papers before himself. you didn't plan to get this far, you hadn't figured out what you were going to say, so you just said what came to mind first, "i know you're a vampire," your words came out jumbled. he stared at you with a blank look, millions of thoughts racing through his head. you picked up on his reaction and rushed out the rest, "i'm not gonna expose you, everyone in the pack knows," hardly comforting, but better than him thinking you want to ruin his life. he let out a small noise of understanding, and that itself made your heart skip another beat.

"what is it you came here to tell me?" his voice was colder now, but still melodic like he planned his words for centuries.

"i'm sure you know about, you know, the whole werewolf thing," you paused as you spoke, looking at him to gather his reaction, and he nodded to signal you to continue speaking. "do you know anything about... imprinting?" you whispered the last word like it was poisonous.

"ah, you came to ask about that. i can try to help as much as i can, but wouldn't you prefer someone from your tribe to explain it to you?" carlisle's words were soft and understanding, with a hint of genuine curiosity.

"no, uhm, hold on i think i need a minute," you stuttered out, trying to figure out the least awkward way to explain you think he's your soulmate. you thought for a minute, carefully putting a sentence together before speaking again.

"doctor cullen," you started, "carlisle, i think i," your voice was caught in your throat, but you tried your best to finish you sentence. "i think i imprinted on you," you ripped off the band-aid and rushed it out. you stared at your shoes, though you'd rather be looking at carlisle's godly beautiful face. after a moment of silence you peeked a look at his face to gather if he was upset or not. you couldn't pinpoint the emotion on his face, shock? fear? anger? your heart started beating at an irregular pace again, "i-i'm so sorry, i'll go," you felt tears in your eyes and started to gather the small bag of belongings you were given before his voice stopped you.

"no, no, you're okay. i'm sorry, i didn't know that was possible," for once his words didn't seem as well thought out, it was jarring but his words flowed together as beautiful as always. "and you're sure?" he asked.

"yes, i think, i don't know. i haven't felt this way before, it's just like it was described to me. like you're the only person who actually matters anymore," you spoke freely, which surprised you.

"hm, well, i'm new to this too, we can figure it out together," carlisle's voice was warmer than ever, you felt like a blanket was being placed over you. you smiled and were going to stand up when he was suddenly standing right next to you, you jumped slightly and he let out a playful laugh, his laugh was beautiful, like angels singing in a choir. "apologies, forgot to warn you,"

you stood up and hugged yourself to him, his arms wrapped around you in the best hug you've ever had. he was cold, but you were sure you were warm enough for the both of you. you never wanted to separate from it, and let out a whine when he pulled away, surprising yourself more than you thought you could today.

"i'll tell the hospital something happened with one of the kids and we can talk about this more, if you're okay with it," you agreed quickly, the other patients could wait, how much trouble could happen in forks while you hog him for a little?

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#carlisle cullen x reader #carlisle cullen #carlisle cullen x male reader #male reader #carlisle cullen x you #twilight x you #fluff

[jazeswhbhaven]

Beel, Are You Srs Brah? WHB Event React Part 2 *Spoiler Warning*

Stop right there you! Dre requires that you check out part 1 first ->

If you've already seen it, then let's proceed!

We left off where our three Avisos bois had to show their proof of having piercings done by Beel! Poor Stolas is all like-

Well bby, no one really thinks they're gonna be flashing folks their nipples lmao it's okay

Oh???? Okay Amon.... But no seriously....his skills? That must mean Beel is really good at painless piercings. And if that's the case, I want him to pierce some parts of me too. And a secret piercing that only he and I will enjoy *wink*

ANYWAYS

Amon...honey. You are preaching to the choir because Beel's hands anywhere on me is possibly a experience.

Nabe always has to be the logical one lol. Such a sweetie though.

(btw someone pointed out that his chest is really generous...and I looked at his sprite again and I'm like you whore...no wonder you cover up your tits.)

He explains once more that Beel gives these piercings to citizens that are of age and that have been accepted into the community of Avisos. It makes me wonder if that's a thing that not all devils know about because... *SPOILER ALERT FOR MAIN*

Leamas told everyone in Gehenna he was from Avisos. But as far as we know...when Gabriel turned him into a demon as a disguise he didn't add any piercings, just horns. So if anyone knew this info about Avisos, they could have caught Leamas in his lie ahead of time. But you know there wouldn't be a story without that.

As we continue, Nabe points out that it's best to sit near the bartender so they can get the info they need right? Well our happy go lucky fanboy found an area where it was marked "Beel sat here" basically so that is where he chose to sit-

Lol Amon is so goofy. If Beel had 0 fans, Amon would be his number one stan still til the very end.

But Stolas is annoyed with him because he wasn't being so secretive. They're mostly afraid of Beel catching wind of them trying to track him down.

While Amon is over here fanboying about Beel sitting in the same seat he's sitting on, Nabe and Stolas are trying to figure out how they can look inconspicuous while asking for info. So they decide to call the waiter over and they order food and drinks.

Here they're called 'sets' so I'm guessing some kind of drink/food combo and there's even one named after Beel visiting there!

Also, Amon straight up just asks the waiter if Beel said where he was gonna go, and while Stolas and Nabe are clearly thrown back by his straightforward way of getting this info. It works.

So, the Gambling House and the Cosplay Cafe??? Hm. That's way more info that they had in the beginning so score 1 for Amon!

I can't help but feel there was more that Beel said, but yeah maybe the waiter was like tldl (too long didn't listen)

Now that they got their info, Nabe suggested that they pay and leave. But Amon wanted to finish his set, and the waiter came back outta nowhere and told him the rules of the pub was you couldn't leave until you finished all of your food. That even Beel followed that same rule.

Now, I get that it's a rule. But both of them grabbed Nabe's hands to keep him from leaving and I was like damn it's like that T^T

But this would be an issue for me though. I have tummy problems so overeating usually means I'm gonna have a bad time. I love having leftovers so I can portion it out so maybe I'd have one of the three eat it for me ;_; lol

Awh look at Stolas, defending his comrade.

may I add that he did it thuggishly

Also, he calls out Amon about how he said earlier that he couldn't eat without Beel and Amon is just over on his side still fanboying about being in the same seat as his Majesty xD

The waiter that got all ballsy comes back with the food and holy fuck is it a lot.

5 plates for the normal set, and 10 plates for the special set that Amon ordered.

Yeap I'm never ordering food from that place only drinks because bitch I cannot eat 5 plates of food even when I haven't eaten all day.

Like I don't care they're technically snacks, imagine eating 5 plates of mozzarella sticks (about 50 sticks per plate) Back to our bois and their big ass snack plates, Amon is happy to get his stuff, and asks the waiter if anything fun happened. The waiter recollects that Beel brought in a huge sack

No really knew what was inside the sack, moreso that Beel asked them to make a meal with it (intensely stares at Beel's chest again in the screencap....)

He's covered in fucking blood and the sack was dripping. I could only guess it was an angel in that sack or something.

But when Stolas asked, now all of these different ideas start poppin' off from the pub workers lmao

Bartender: angel with it's wings ripped off Waiter: the chopped body of his dead comrade Customer sitting next to them: a pile of devil worshipper hearts that he smuggled from the human world (okay this is believable) So Stolas is trying to figure out which statement is right, Nabe is wondering why ppl jumped in the convo to begin with and the waiter swears he's right, but the bartender says his source is the chef who cooked the meal for Beel and the random customer heard it from a friend

Nabe had it with their shit so he tells them to go fight away from them and they do. Amon brings up that the rumors are so wild because Beel is simply just an overwhelming experience to behold.

I mean he wouldn't be wrong about that...I'd probably make up random rumors if I experienced a fucking hot sexy demon in my room.

Also poor Amon, bby is eating over 10 plates of snacks and he's still hungry. Nabe brings up the fact it makes no sense to stay alive after starving for months. (don't be mean)

So while all this mess is going on, Stolas and Nabe both take a bite and realize that the food tastes amazing.

Now everyone is happy and full and ready to go on to the next place. The Gambling House!

But, not before we see our babes getting the 'itis' from eating a bunch of food. (i get this way too sometimes) Basically they just feel really sleepy after having a large meal.

Amon's wide awake now though. And still hungry.

And....here we go. The motherfucking bill

Turns out...Beel left open a tab and since our bois are under him they have to pay the tab off.

Ain't that a bitch lmao

Bael didn't warn them about this, and the waiter was not letting them leave without paying. So poor Nabe had to foot the bill.

I just like how the doorman was like "bye" when they left lmao that's my energy when at work -_-

I feel bad for our Avisos bois because they basically felt like someone pulled one over on them and I don't blame them for feeling some kind of way about this.

Anywhoozle the mission continues and Stolas turns back into a crow and they said he 'walked' ahead hehee

Aye, Las Vegas vibes okay I see the vision...

Here they describe that the devils in this area resembled the maffia like in the human world. Having serious expressions, some carrying guns, some looking like they were on the run, all that good stuff. This also appears to be the main streets instead of the back alleys which is where we were before with our bois.

Damn we out here sellin' drugs just like that? I mean I understand we're in Hell and in Avisos but geez man

Take the red pill or blue pill type of mess

He even said it's not his fault if you get fucked up by taking the red stuff xD alright uh should of took the blue stuff

Our drug dealer devil out here just making bank, and then he sees a pair of feet of a potential customer...but it was our lovely angel hunter boi instead.

Again, another damn angel in disguise. I wonder how many there are in Hell right now?

But clearly, they know of Dre, because he was shaking in fear.

Dre essentially asks the angel to come see him in the back alleys away from the main streets and whelp this angel is getting f u c k e d up.

I mean like Dre ripped off three of four limbs (only one arm left), and his wings were a tattered mess. The angel was barely breathing too. What's even crazy is that Dre was like 'this is my fourth question'

Meaning his body was already mangled by the 2nd question. The angel is crying and asking what he even did when he answered truthfully and Dre bends down to stare at him with all that hatred in his cloudy eyes.

We don't know it yet, but someone Dre loved deeply perished by angels, so he doesn't give a fuck about the fake drug dealer.

At first I was wondering who he was talking about. But it seems...we all find out soon who he was referring to.

Dre decides to tell this barely alive angel that he's following our Avisos bois. And it's no surprise that the angels are tailing them too.

Dre says here that Beel is the only one who can end the war and I've had a couple of discussions about this already with a couple oomfs and it's interesting that a devil from Niflheim is loyal to Beel. Even says that he's the one who can truly stop the war.

And here is when we get our answer to who made Dre blind. Raphael...our little psycho angel did this, and Dre is on a mission to make sure he gets revenge. Only he can do this and he would not want anyone else to.

While he explains his reasons though that creepy grin of his shows up hahaha each time it comes up on the screen it's like an amusing nightmare fuel. Possibly fuel for a classic creepypasta story like 'Smile Dog'

But we're done seeing Dre fucking around with the angel that's pretty much gonna die for being in the way so we're back at the Gambling House with the bois! Only to be met with-

Stolas threatening Amon once again (˃̣̣̥▽˂̣̣̥)

I swear Amon just doesn't leave him alone...Stolas only said it's been a while since he'd been there, and Amon is like "this isn't a place for children"

But yeah after their little banter Nabe starts feeling a bit bad for Bael having to deal with all this mess in the first place and Stolas has like 0 empathy being like "it's his fault for doing all the work and not using his capable subjects" Sigh. Bael proably only wants to bother them when it's needed and feels like as the regent majesty he should be doing most of the foot work.

But, regardless it's brought up again that this Gambling House is a place where many can enter for free, but no one ever leaves this place on their own. Beel was able to leave, so our bois figure they can do the same.

So much, that Amon fucking went in without Stolas or Nabe lol

So it looks like a casino on the inside. Pretty fancy and standard if I say so myself even though I've never been in one. I don't think I ever will because I give up way too easily on things like this win or loose haha.

But the way this place is described, it's huge...big as a mini city almost. It makes me think that maybe people just get lost in here and that's why you never leave. They have everything you could ask for in there. Pubs, souvenir shops, it was quiet, clean, no cigarette butts or empty bottles.

Stolas and Nabe even witnessed a devil drop a piece of paper and a small fist sized devil picked it up for him and whispered to him

Don't worry sir. There's no need to be concerned about trivial things like this. There's no need to care about them.

Focus on paying off your debts, win more money. Focus The devil was basically in a zombie like state too.

Right Nabe, it honestly reminds me of fucking Maromi from Paranoia Agent...

It isn't your fault.

Take a rest...Take a rest...

LOL (this is one of my fave series, but also one of the most mildly disturbing dark content)

Anyways

So Stolas and Nabe are going over how they think the building is a trick of a devil that can make a small area expand. Nabe looks over the area and the devils seem to be...in a hive mind?

That's how I took it anyway, all going in the same direction, all going to the same goal...

Then Amon shows up and calls them hobos lmao

Nabe isn't happy that Amon wandered off again, but he went to the souvenier shop and it turns out he won himself a Beel keychain (how cute) It's even one of those plush keychain things too.

Amon was calling the devils hobos because someone apparently hit the jack pot and they were all clamoring to see if they could borrow money from that said devil.

Nabe gets on to Amon for spending all his money on the keychain when he could have helped at the pub paying the bill. But Amon says it's worth it, I believe him. But the scummy thing about it is to even get the souvenier you have to gamble for it. That's how he lost all his money.

Nabe wanted to know the amount of money wasted and our fanboy ignores him like he didn't hear xD

So he blows it off and leaves him alone about it and Stolas admires that. Nabe simply states it's in the past and he can't do anything about it so why stress over it? (wish I had his mentality for most things like I'm tryingggg)

So Nabe and our other two bois decided to follow the crowd after feeling a bit uneasy about being at the Casino. Truly, it was only because Nabe felt like he had a bunch riding on the fact that he has 0 money...and this place was definitely made to exploit the common consumer.

But I believe in our bois.

So when they reached the front doors, that same little Maromi vibes devil is like :D ah you look so lucky and so are your companions, please good luck to you.

And the three are nervous as fuck lol

So, while they're trying to scope out the place, Amon keeps trying wander off and it's because he's trying to find the highest ranking dealer. Nabe says they'd be in the VIP room and Amon flashes out a golden ticket.

Stolas thought he stole it but he met the requirements after getting the Beel keychain. Nabe asks him once more how much he spent and Amon ignores that question again lmao

The small devils notice that he has the VIP ticket though and now they're riding on 3 red chairs being treated like royalty and now Nabe really wants to know how much he spent. I'm curious too lol

Oh see... Nabe is just jelly that he has the keychain xD I don't blame him it sounds like it's a really cute item.

He even curses himself for wanting it so badly because he's broke, poor thing.

SO here's the fucking VIP room and wow....like Amon you big spenda take me here on a date <3 (i'm joking because honestly it sounds like one could easily lose their money here) It even has like a mini bar, snacks, the works. A fucking chocolate fountain??? Yesss

So how it works in the VIP room for customers is they pick the games, it gets set up there.

Now....we introduce our lovely dealer that Beel handpicked himself.

They even mentioned when he came to visit the VIP room he played a game with her.

Uh huh....a 'game' alright.

So here's a decription of our miss dealer: alluring smile, a small mole next to her lips, clothes so tight they hug her figure

Yes Stolas, thanks for pointing out the obvious that your king is a pervert lmao

But hey he knows what he wants and Miss Dealer is it. She explains that she's going to play a simple game with them, right and then-

Her titties are tittying and it makes me think of how Beel likes it when ppl wear clothes that are too small/tight for them and I'm thinking it's for that effect.

But Miss Dealer does this so you're distracted by the titties. Classic.

But Amon is straight up like "Hey when do you get off work?"

For me I was like AYO WHAT

Nabe apparently was not amused by this, but hey it looks like she's contemplating the idea....

Another stopping point once again!!!

Take a bathroom break, refill on your snick snacks and meet me in the next post!! <3

#whb #what in hell is bad #whb event #whb beelzebub #whb stolas #whb naberius #whb amon #whb avisos bois 💚 #game playthrus🖤 #whb andrealphus #part two is done...time for three! #amon is cute here #dre is hot

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You know what🧐 I wouldn’t mind a “A Day in the Life of Frost/POV I ain’t gonna lie he has been growing on me😭 he really be there for reader and joker like he’s giving mad father figure vibes😭 plus I want to see him and his daughter’s interaction some more

His Lighthouse: A Frosty Outlook (LedgerJoker x f!reader)

A Frosty Outlook- Oneshot

In this house we stan Frost. I was inspired to write this by this post lol. I hope you enjoy!

Side note: I suck at writing first person so its not a true POV but its still good. I had too much fun with this one but when don't I have fun?

There is a slight irregularity with this fic being canon with His Lighthouse. In the series chapter Fear Is the Only Way, Joker told Frost “I didn’t know you had a family...” to which Frost fired back saying “I didn’t know you had a girl.”

This is pure sarcasm, people. Joker knows that Frost has a daughter and Frost obviously knows that Joker has a (future) girlfriend. But denial is a river in Egypt. Once again, I hope you enjoy I made myself cross eyed trying to edit this in the dark lol.

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There was no such thing as a day off when you work for a literal madman.

Frost knew that better than anyone as the right hand man to The Joker. Work never stopped. There was always someone to kill, money to collect, a city to burn, on top of personal errands and/or favors to run on Joker's behalf. There was always something to do.

There was hardly any time for a personal life which was why majority of the people under Joker's employ did not have families or loved ones. It interfered with work, made a person distracted, and Joker did not like distractions. However, Frost was an exception.

Frost and Joker went wayyy back and he was the closest thing to a friend that J had. Frost was the first henchman that Joker hired and a decade later, he was still the man to call on in any situation.

Trust and unwavering loyalty were forged from their mysterious bond and so rules that would normally apply to Joker's employees became more lax when it pertained to Frost.

He received a higher pay, had actual benefits and health care, and most importantly.. Frost was allowed days off. Not in the traditional sense– he never turned off his phone, but he was given time away from the gang to spend time with his family.

Joker would always be a priority in Frost's life but his little girl came first.

In the beginning she was a mistake. Frost was prepared to walk out on his lover at the time until she slapped a sonogram on the table.

The second Frost's eyes laid on his baby girl; he was a changed man. He thought about quitting Joker's gang but no one ever quits and remains alive, so he confronted Joker about his current dilemma.

"Who's baby? Eck, get rid of it." Joker cringed and kept walking into his office but stopped when Frost spoke up.

"She's mine, Joker. She's... I never asked you for anything so hear me out. I ain't giving her up and I'm not leaving your employ so.." The office was quiet as Frost's words tapered off.

Joker nodded and sat down at his desk. He knew Frost long enough to know the man's mind was made up. No ounce of torture was going to sway him and bribery didn't work on the guy.

Joker decided to compromise to keep his best employee.

"Fine. Keep it, buttttttttt on one con-dit-ion." J picked up the sonogram and tried his hardest to identify it as a human being. To him it looked like a grey blob but this blob meant so much to his fellow comrade.

"I get to name her." Joker said.

Frost quickly protested but after one look into Joker's demented eyes, he knew he had no say in the matter.

"It'll be my uhh, bargaining chip just in case ya ever try to walk away. Don't you think that's fair Frost-y? I name the kid and she and her.... uh mother don't wind up in a ditch. Deeeeal?"

Frost was making a deal with the devil but he couldn't lose his unborn girl. He'd explain this to his baby mama later, right now he leaned forward and shook hands with his boss.

He just hoped Joker didn't pick some outlandish name.

"Don't forget your lunch, Gen."

Frost held up the overly decorated lunch bag outside the car window for his daughter to grab. She smiled in thanks and leaned forward to peck Frost on the forehead.

"Thanks Dad!"

He watched her disappear into the school with a rare smile on his lips. It quickly faded away when his phone rang. He had the ringtone memorized and answered it with a heavy sigh.

"Come. Get. Her before I.. I... shuT UP, Y/n!"

Frost heard you in the background shouting at his boss but he couldn't pick up anything you were saying. Regardless, you sounded upset.

The two of you were having another lover's spat and if Frost didn't come and break it up, Joker might do something he'd regret for the rest of his life.

Frost cranked up his truck and held the phone to his ear, "Don't commit any acts of murder, I'm on the way."

Times like this Frost truly believed he had three children instead of one. And just like that his rare day off was gone.

He arrived in the private apartment garage exactly twenty four minutes after he received Joker's call. Frost wasn't allowed up to your floor– no one was anymore– but this was an emergency. Frost would deal with getting yelled at later if it resulted in saving your life.

Hopefully you were still alive to save. Joker might be in denial but he loved you unconditionally. If he hurt you during one of his mood swings— Frost shuddered at the thought.

Frost nodded at his fellow henchman in passing as he called for the elevator to come pick him up. Joker took your safety very seriously and assigned a few of his most loyal men to work at your residence undercover as a first line of defense.

It would take a calculated and deliberate attack for someone to reach your private floor without Joker knowing about it.

Frost was walking off the elevator on your designated floor when the front door flew open.

You emerged dressed to the nines with a purse flung over your shoulder. Joker was hot on your heels until you spun around and told him off.

"Screw you and the plane you flew in on! Call me after you get some act right and not a minute before!!"

Frost interpreted his boss's glare as you boarded the elevator. Joker might be upset with you right now but the warning was clear.

Guard her with your life or I'll kill you.

Frost didn't need to be told to do his job. You gave Joker a purpose in life other than destroying the world. Frost respected you greatly and held you in high regard for that.

Frost would protect Joker's Light to his dying breath. You didn't need to know that though. Frost did have a reputation to uphold.

There was an awkward silence as the elevator door slowly enclosed you inside the lift with Frost. He covertly glanced down at you and met a head full of curls.

Today your voluminous hair was untamed and wild about your shoulders. The only thing styled was your baby hairs swept back in a carefree, but deliberate fashion with gel. A fitting style for your fiery mood. Your overall sense of fashion always fascinated him.

"Wanna talk about it?" Frost asked somewhere around the tenth and ninth floor down.

You sighed while shaking your head. "I'm sorry that he called you. I know today's your day off." You laughed at Frost's curious frown.

"I figured since it's his day off as well. You know I tried to get him to go out and do something legal with me but he just snapped saying, 'he's not normal so why bother? He doesn't do normal. I guess he's having one of those days today."

Both of you knew Joker's mood was unpredictable and his bad days were atrocious to deal with. Half the time you left the clown to his own devices until he was calm enough to tolerate, but today just your presence in the apartment set him off.

Joker needed alone time and you were okay with that. However you wouldn't let him talk to you any kind of way.

The floor numbers ticked lower and lower as you and Frost stood in silence. You glanced up at him lost in thought.

On the outside he was a terrifying guy. Tall, bulky frame with a permanent scowl on his face. His dark eyes and the deep scar that split his eyebrow made him appear unapproachable but you knew Frost had a heart of gold. He cared about Joker and subsequently you when he didn't have to. Frost lived up to his nickname but there was more to the guy. The writer in you could tell.

"Enough about him. I don't wanna ruin the day. Hey? What do you normally get into on your day's off?" You playfully nudged Frost's arm. The man didn't move an inch.

He was quick to reply. "Nothing."

The doors dinged open and he didn't wait up for you, he just started walking towards his truck. You were left behind to marvel at the giant vehicle that Frost expected you to climb into.

You were a short thing; even wearing heels, how did he expect you to...?

"Grab onto the sidebars and hop in. Geez.. if my daughter can do it, you can too." Frost grumbled from the driver's side.

You did as you were told with great difficulty and managed to buckle into your seatbelt. Then you ran back what Frost said.

"Daughter? Oh yeah! I remember you saying I'm stubborn just like her long ago. How is she?"

It was quiet in the cabin. You looked over at Frost finding that he was already staring at you. "What?"

His frown was deeper than normal. "Why are you asking?"

Granted no one in the gang knew about his daughter except you and Joker, it was still a shock to hear someone genuinely ask about her well-being. Frost made triple sure that no one knew about his little family of one.

But you were different. An aura surrounded you— heck it was the reason why Joker named you his Light– that just oozed out of you. You truly cared about people and you weren't going to let this go.

You rolled your eyes as Frost cranked up his truck. "Uh because I want to know how she's doing? That's why I asked. You never did mention how old she is."

Frost gave you a side eye as he drove out of the garage and onto Gotham City streets. He honestly had no idea where to take you. Joker didn't say where to go, just to come get you.

Frost waited until he was at a red light to answer your question as vaguely as possible. "I know I didn't."

You hummed and glanced out the window. It didn't take a scientist to understand that Frost's daughter was not a topic he wished to discuss but you weren't about to spend the rest of the day in absolute silence with him.

Frost was a difficult man to read. He was a man of few words and lived up to his descriptive name. You'd rather take a chance of Joker strangling you to death back at the penthouse than be stuck with his six foot something iceberg all day.

"Can I at least go shopping?" You ignored the low irritated sigh you heard from the driver. "If I had a female companion we could shop together and not bother my annoyed bodyguard on his day off."

The light turned green and you felt the truck shift gears as it moved. "No."

"Oh come on! She's fully aware of what you do so it's perfectly fine if she and I meet! Is she young? Still in school? Ooh, maybe in college? What's her major? You can at least tell me her name. C'mon Frost, give me something to work with!"

You faced him with a pout but then realized he wasn't Joker and that wouldn't work. You had no leverage with Frost. He was just as mysterious as J like two peas in a pod.

So you applied the same logic! Joker hated when you became quiet and closed yourself off.

You crossed your arms and continued looking out the passenger window in silence. It took a couple of city blocks but before long, you could see Frost glancing your way every odd minute or so.

"What're you over there thinking? Hey."

You turned your head so he couldn't see your grin. He couldn't see anything with your natural curls in the way.

Frost growled to himself as he kept driving. It had been no more than fifteen minutes since he picked you up and he was already at his wits end. No wonder Joker couldn't say no to you. You had to possess some kind of powers of coercion. There was no other explanation as to why Frost wanted to keep you happy.

"D__n you woman.." Frost said under his breath. He hoped he wouldn't regret this.

The truck veered roughly to the side as he made an illegal u-turn. Your body collided roughly into the door and you were about to give Frost a mouthful if not for his grumpy frown and death grip on the steering wheel.

You did not want two men angry at you on the same day so you sat back and let Frost drive you to who knows where.

He pulled the truck into a parking spot at a public school forty five minutes later.

You glanced around and arched an eyebrow in intrigue. He turned the truck off and made a show of pocketing the keys. Like you could drive this beast of a truck if you wanted to. You had on vintage platform heels. There was no way you were scuffing them up.

Frost faced you to sound off his rules. "Stay here. Don't get out. Don't talk to anyone. I'll be back." He ordered.

He didn't wait for your response, he just got out and stormed across the school lawn towards the entrance. And just because he was cruel, he mashed the lock button on his key fob, locking you inside.

First period wasn't over when Frost walked through the school's main entrance. Not many students were in the halls— most likely in class, but a few facility members stared at him in passing. It was hard not to.

Frost was used to the stares. He didn't necessarily blend in with the whole school aesthetic. He wasn't a PTA member or a doting father dropping off forgotten lunches.

He was a tall, burly man who screamed of trouble. It would be common sense to be wary or to call the police. His stony aura created a bubble around him and everyone kept a wide berth as he navigated the halls towards the admin office.

There was a woman seated at the front desk but shockingly she wasn't afraid when Frost walked up with a permanent frown carved on his face.

She just looked up and greeted him warmly. "Ah Mr. Myers! Did she forget her lunch this morning? I can take it to her after first period."

Ms. Tammy was always nice and never judged Frost by his appearance but rather by the way he cared for his daughter. Frost was a better father than the white collar dads on the school's chair board. He was alright in her book even if he didn't appear 'father material.'

"No. I want to pull Gen out for the day. Family emergency or whatever." Frost grumbled.

The school only allowed an allotted amount of excuses per school year, but his girl was an A+ student and never missed class. Today would actually be her first offense.

Ms. Tammy nodded and grabbed a form for him to fill out. "I understand. They deserve their days off too. Just sign that dear and I'll go fetch her for you."

Frost nodded and clicked a pen to use. Most of the fields didn't apply to him but it couldn't be left empty. He made up some passable excuse and half hardly signed his fake name on the dotted line. It only took him a minute to complete.

He was forever grateful that his daughter carried her mother's maiden name.

It was the only favor his ex managed to extend before she left without a trace. Legally, Gen wasn't tied to Frost and he preferred it that way should something bad ever happen and his enemies try and find a weakness of his.

In the meantime, he glanced around the admin office to pass the time.

The school wide bulletin board caught his eye. Nothing of importance was posted on the overly bright eyesore, but he did acknowledge the annual Father-Daughter dance that was scheduled in two month's time. He wondered if his daughter would like to attend before she got too old for the age requirement.

Probably not since she didn't want her friends knowing about her criminal dad.

Each year prior she made up an excuse to not go. Studying for a test, being too tired, etc. but Frost knew the truth. She'd be bullied and harassed if it came out he was her father.

Frost wished he could go to school events and be more proactive in her academics. He never missed recitals or science fairs but he was forced to watch from the shadows and not be seen as the supportive father he was.

It was the only drawback of his profession. Frost wasn't allowed to be normal, not even around his own child. Either way, he ripped a flyer off the board and shoved it into his pocket to bring up later.

He was brought out of his musing by Ms. Tammy returning into the office with a student in tow.

Frost's cold facade cracked at the sight of his daughter. She was the only thing in this life that could get a reaction out of him.

"Omg dad what's wrong? Ms.T said there was an emergency!"

Ms. Tammy giggled and returned to her post behind the desk. She noticed the dismissal form and tucked it into an organizer bin for later.

"Have a good day you two!" She waved them goodbye and resumed her work.

Frost said nothing as he nodded at his daughter to walk out the office. She rolled her eyes at her father's lack of response. It wasn't uncommon, he always explained things in private.

He made sure no one was watching as the both of them walked out the school and out to the parking lot. Gen was heading towards the front seat when Frost finally spoke up. "Get in the back." He urged.

"What, why? I always ride shotgun. Ooh! Does this mean I can drive today then?" She grinned in delight.

"No."

Gen pouted but hauled herself up to open the backdoor. One of these days dad was gonna say yes.

She froze the moment she saw someone in the passenger seat and her gasp made you turn around in shock.  

You were jamming out to music playing from your phone when they came back. Your coloured eyes clashed with her brown ones. Frost watched the staring contest unfold with a sigh. This was exactly what he wanted to avoid. You were the first to break the rift.

"SHE IS ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL! ARE YOU SURE SHE'S YOURS?" You asked Frost.

He took offense to your question even if the resemblance was non-existent. It wasn't the first time someone questioned if his daughter was his and it wouldn't be the last.

"What the f__k is that supposed to mean?" He argued. You sucked your teeth and eyed the young girl again.

"Well..." You were going to state the obvious until the teenager in the backseat finally got over her shock and spoke up.

".... Dad. Who's this?"

Frost stared at the two females in his truck. It was best to get this over with. He sighed and turned to face the backseat a little better.

"Y/n, this is my daughter Genesis. Gen this is..." Frost stalled and the two of you looked at him, patiently waiting for an explanation.

You knew what Frost wanted to say and shot a nervous glance at his daughter. Genesis looked about seventeen yet wise beyond her years to know the truth. There was an uneasy gleam in her eye and you didn't want her thinking ill of you or her father. So you quickly came to Frost's defense.

He wasn't one to communicate delicate topics like this anyways. 

"I'm his Boss's partner. It's nice to meet you!" You smiled at Gen and she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oh bet. I thought you were f__king my dad. You are way too pretty for him." She turned to fasten her seatbelt and didn't notice her father's reaction. He was catching strays left and right today.

"Again. What the f__k is that supposed to mean?" He asked no one in particular.

"Nothing dad it's just.. I mean. Like you're an attractive guy..."

You noticed her struggling and added in your input. "8 of 10 would smash." You nodded. Frost looked at you in horror. Then you realized what you just confessed. "Oh God. Please don't tell him that."

"Do I look like I want to be murdered with a vegetable peeler?" The truck got awkward real quick as everyone imagined Joker killing someone with such a common kitchen tool. It was doable..

Genesis coughed. "Anyways.. I'm just glad there's nothing going on between the two of you but it doesn't explain why you pulled me from school today."

You raised your manicured hand. "Guilty! I wanted a shopping partner for the day!"

The truck was silent for a long stretch of time before Genesis turned to her dad with a serious expression. "Dad, is she like his bimbo or... what?"

Frost huffed and it was the closest thing to a laugh you ever heard from him. You were sitting next to a stranger right now. Frost never smiled. Ever. Much less laughed at something that was said.

You were seeing him with brand new eyes. It was refreshing to know his frosty exterior could melt to a normal human being underneath.

The comment was a bit funny since Frost thought the same thing about you the first time Joker invited him to your apartment.

Surrounded by luxury and on the top floor no less, Frost thought that you were just a run of the mill bimbo that Joker was taking advantage of. He'd seen you from your tv appearances. You were just a waft of a girl, always dressed up in pretty things– batting your long lashes and drawing silly hearts next to your signatures.

If Frost went by appearances only he would have labeled you a bimbo and kept it moving.

Frost was ready to kill you off the second Joker snapped his fingers but then you showed your true colors and captured everyone under your spell.

Whether he admitted it or not, Joker fell in love with you and Frost hadn't seen his old companion this happy in decades. You unlocked something good within Joker and as a result, you earned respect in Frost's book.

He'd do anything to keep you safe and happy so you could continue to shine a light on Joker.

You were a perfect match for the Clown Prince of Crime even if you acted like an airhead sometimes. It was a part of your character; however, you were educated behind your designer threads and jewels.

Frost had to give you some credit. 

"No. Y/n is actually a Gotham City's best selling author. She wrote that novel you like. The one with the archer I think." He cranked up the truck.

They wasted too much time chatting. It was time to go. Gen's jaw dropped and she leaned over the console to stare at you more closely. How could she be so dense not to notice you?!

"Wait? You're that Y/n?! Omg, WHB was such a page tuner! And like Hunter is so hawt! Like, chase me in the woods anytime papi, hot! Ugh and that cabin scene when he—" She glanced at her father distracted by driving before stage-whispering to you.  

"The smut was immaculate." She giggled into your ear.

You burst out laughing and had to cover your mouth when Frost sent you an annoyed glare.

He drowned out the sound of you two gossiping to focus on the road. He only interrupted the 'juicy' book discussion to ask what store you wanted to go to first.

He already knew your favorites from previous trips and from his time on security detail, yet you surprised him by picking one of Genesis' favorites.

Frost glanced through the rearview mirror at Gen. She was none the wiser given that she was too busy smiling and getting along with you. It was as if the two of you were lifelong friends catching up on old times.

Frost assumed you two would click since the age difference was less than ten years.

He just was happy that his girl had someone to talk to, at least for the day. Genesis didn't bring home any friends (for obvious reasons) nor did she talk about any. If she didn't excel in her academics, Frost would've been concerned. It was only natural for a father to be worried about their daughter's social growth. He didn't want his occupation to stunt Genesis' upbringing.

Frost was turning into a parking space in the mall's parking lot when he heard your probing question.

"Genesis, is there any special occasion coming up you wanna shop for?" Your kind smile was gentle and patient, knowing the teenager was hesitant to answer. You were her age before, you knew why.

"Well um..."

"Come on, 'Sis, don't be shy! It's just you and me and the grumpy chaperone pretending not to listen." You turned to glare at Frost. "Can you not?"

He narrowed his brown eyes and tried not to bare his teeth at you. He knew that tone. You wanted him out of the picture.

Like that was happening. He honestly didn't like having you out at such a public place. This was gonna make his job all the more harder trying to protect you and his little girl but it wouldn't be impossible.

He thought you would know the rules by now, "Boss's orders. You don't leave my sight."

"Frost, we will be fine. If I feel like I'm in danger, I'll scream. Go.. I dunno, check out some knives or whatever men do at malls." You snickered and Genesis joined in from the backseat.

She didn't understand why you needed security but that due to her being in the dark regarding Joker's gang. She knew her dad was a criminal, the worst of the worst, but he was still her father in her eyes. The level of danger you could be in went right over her head.

Knowing that her dad was technically on the clock right now was a hard concept to grasp. She glanced at him, noticing his guarded glare and sharp eyes already scanning the area as everyone got out the truck.

It was cool to see him in his element of sorts.

Although she felt wholly underdressed in her jeans, graphic tee, and chucks standing next to you.

You looked like a dark skinned doll wearing a light colored pleated skirt that fluttered in the wind. Your ensemble was preppy chic teetering on Lolita and it didn't help that your hair tumbled down your back just like a doll. She admired your soft aesthetic with your winged collar, lace bow ties, and pearl accessories.

Everything just worked perfectly to create an adorable outfit.

You adjusted your cardigan better and checked your lip gloss in the truck's back window. Your naïve humming floated in the air.

Both Frost and Gen looked on in a mixture of intrigue and exasperation.

"You look fine. Let's go." Frost grumbled.

He averted his eyes from your adorable pout. He was not Joker, he would not crack under your charm. Frost did crack a smile when you and Genesis walked into the mall linking arms like two high schoolers.

With your dumb outfit and short stature, at least you looked the part.

He didn't let the two of you out of his sight but he took your disapproving glare as a sign to back off some. People were beginning to stare at the scary looking guy following two girls around.

Frost became a shadow as you and Genesis filtered around the mall, ooh and ahhing at every little thing that caught your eye. He lost count how much of Joker's money you blew through. Quite frankly Frost didn't care. His job was to hold the bags that the two of you couldn't carry and keep you safe.

Frost wasn't too upset about his current degrading role.

Genesis' happiness was his only concern and today he got to see a rare smile brighten her face. She was laughing and having fun like someone her age should. She needed female bonding time and you were definitely making up for years of neglect.

He lost sight of the two of you during his musing and quickly went into a calm but panic induced mode.

You watched Frost rush the opposite way of where you and Genesis were currently hiding.

"Um. I don't think this is a good idea.. Dad said to stay in his line of sight." Genesis' brown eyes shifted down to the potted plant she hid behind. You waited until Frost was long gone before standing up and brushing off your pleated skirt.

"It'll be fine 'Sis! I remember when I was your age. Sneaking off at the mall to shop at specific stores was virtually impossible with my parents around. Now! Are you going to that Father-Daughter dance your school is having?"

Gen quickly grew defensive, "How did you know about that?" She hadn't mentioned it in conversation but you waved off her concern.

"Your dad sucks at hiding things. I saw the flyer when he got in the truck. It's formal attire so you need a jaw dropping dress that he totally won't approve of but will make all the girls in your class jealous! I know just the store too."

Your e/c gleamed under the mall's bright lights. It had been a while since you got to dress someone up. Gen's hesitant hum though made you pause.

"Well actually I don't wanna make her jealous. M-More like I wanna impress her, like really impress her.." Genesis winced at your stupefied look. She honestly didn't expect you to understand.

It took you a few seconds to process her statement.

"Oh." You said. "Okay, that changes things. You need something eye catching, I gotcha! Same store so let's–"

You were about to walk off when Genesis grabbed your arm, stopping you in your tracks. She was still rather bashful yet somewhat hopeful when she met your eye.

"Woah wait a min, Y/n! Don't think that's like... weird? I just said I wanted to impress a girl? Not a guy." Her hand fell from your arm as she picked at her nails. It was a nervous habit she was trying to grow out of.

One you filed away for later. Your heels clicked sharply on the mall's linoleum floor and your mess of curls fell off your shoulder when you tilted your head in confusion.

"And? Genesis. I'm dating a psychopath who frequently dresses up in a nurse outfit, wig and all. I'm in no position to judge your preference for a partner." You laughed but quickly frowned when Gen groaned in frustration.

"No no no! That's the thing!! I read your trilogy and I'm attracted to Hunter. Strong, dominant, alpha guys are hot but I also like how Jordan makes me feel. She's... ugh. You remind me a lot of her. Bubbly, confident, always wearing pretty outfits like she's going to GC fashion week and not English 1 at eight o'clock in the morning. She's so pretty and I probably don't stand a chance but I wanna try!"

You eyed Genesis differently as she stood before you coming out yet still unsure of herself. Your lips parted to speak but she cut you off, going on another nervous rant.

"I'm just so afraid and not about asking her out but of what my dad will say! Like, I'm his perfect girl! I get perfect grades, I don't get into trouble, and I'm home before the street lights come on! I already have pending scholarships! Y/n, what if he doesn't approve?" Gen switched to picking at her lips.

Your heart went out to her but you still didn't see the problem. You playful scoffed and replied.

"Again, Genesis. Your dad works for that same psychopath who dresses up as a nurse. Frost has seen plenty of things in his line of business. I don't think he'll judge you. And guess what? It's your choice so if he shockingly disapproves, then tell him to shove it and move in with me. Now.. I think... blue is your color. I feel a rich indigo would bring out your melanin and I'm here for it. That is, if you want to wear a dress? I honestly don't wanna assume again."

You sent Genesis a sympathetic smile but jumped when she tackled you in a hug.

You almost lost your balance since the girl was taller than you even in heels. Just what were they feeding kids these days..

She sang out a string of thank yous and rocked you in her arms. You patted her on the back and wheezed out a 'can't breathe.'

"Sorry." Gen let you go. She watched your lashes flutter as you caught your breath. "Yeah, umm. I haven't worn a dress in ages. C-Can you help me find one?"

She regretted asking the moment she saw your eyes light up like fireworks. Shopping with you was both fun and exhausting.

The scolding the both of you received once Frost found you exiting a high end lingerie store was epic. Frost literally had steam coming out his ear, he was so furious.

"I thought since you're an adult you would have some common sense Y/n! I told you not to leave my sight and the two of you wandered off for two hours! F__k you're a terrible influence. If something had happened, not only would he kill me, he'd kill Gen for being involved. Is that what you want? Murder all around?"

Genesis felt awful but wisely hid her racy purchases behind her back until her dad was in a better mood.

She hated when he was angry but she had no dog in this fight. She told you it was a bad idea to shake off dad's surveillance.

You on the other hand were used to being yelled at. Joker gave you plenty of practice.

You simply rolled your eyes. "Frost stop overreacting. Nothing happened so don't dwell on the past. We got far more shopping done with you not slowing us down. Anyhoo we're done here and.." You glanced down at your phone vibrating in your purse.

It was a string of text messages from J beginning with an apology along with questionable promises on how he could make up for his mistakes.

You did not want him killing a prominent political member in your name. You did consider his offer on buying you a pig. They were cute!

"I'm needed back home. Can you drop me off?" You asked Frost. His right eye was twitching.

You gave him headaches. He strangled the air in front of you, "I don't get paid enough for this." He growled.

You waved goodbye to Genesis as you walked into your apartment building an hour later. Two workers followed behind you carrying your many shopping bags.

Gen crawled into the front seat as Frost shifted gears to leave. It was a long day and he just wanted to go home and relax after babysitting you.

"H-Hey dad. Can I ask you something?" Gen asked. His soft hum was the only acknowledgment she would receive.

"Do you know that Father-Daughter dance at school– the one we never go to each year? Well, I've been thinking.. I kinda wanna go this year."

She snuck a glance over the console but Frost was still focused on traffic. He didn't show any signs of listening but still, she continued.

"I know its kinda last minute being its like in two months away and your... boss? Master? He who shall not be named? Whatever you call him, he doesn't like last minute requests but I wanna go. Can we?"

Frost sighed as the truck idled at a red light.

It was then he glanced over at his little girl. He was so lucky to have her. Genesis didn't look anything like him and he was forever grateful. He didn't want to curse her with his shortcomings because her beauty was so refined.

Genesis was all aristocratic lines and sharp features, perfectly balanced by her mother's warm complexion and hooded eyes. Gen had the face of ancient statues with deep rooted secrets evident in her full upturned lips and mirth forever shining in her dark brown eyes.

Frost often thought back to the day Joker named his daughter. The psychotic clown snuck into the labor and delivery floor to claim his end of the deal.

Frost stalled as long as he could when the nurses asked what to name his child and they found it odd that the mother didn't offer any input. The birth certificate was left blank until the middle of the night for J to come fill.

His green eyes were unreadable as he glared at the bouncy baby girl wide awake, waiting for him.

Frost was beyond terrified when Joker picked up his unnamed girl but shockingly the clown held her right and entered a staring contest with the infant.

Not once did she cry and much to Frost's horror, she smirked at Joker as if she knew something he didn't.

"Genesis." J mumbled.

"What?" Frost probably heard that wrong. Was that the name Joker had picked?!

Frost was expecting something stupid like initials that spelled out TNT or a play on words like, Dianamite. Joker was full of surprises after all. One couldn't be too sure.

Joker purred as he tickled Gen's cheek with his makeup stained hands. She cooed back and tried wiggling out her swaddle wrap to interact with this strange looking man.

"She's the ahh, beginning, to something greaT, Frosty. It's up ta her to figure out what."

And so Genesis was named.

Times like this Frost could see why Joker picked it. She was confident in her decision as if she already foreseen the outcome. Once she arrived at the dance with her father, it would open up a can of worms and questions, but she was ready to tackle them head on.

He couldn't be more proud.

Frost nodded sagely. "Hm, Good thing I bought a tux already. Y/n said to make sure it coordinated with something blue."

Genesis blinked before bursting out laughing. Of course you planned this.

She wouldn't expect anything else from a remarkable woman like you. You unknowingly brought her closer to her father in just one day. And tomorrow Gen would have the strength to come out to him.

"Yeah. Blue is perfect, dad."

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omgomgggggg can you pls!!!! write bf!jo x short!f!reader? lol everyone is short next to him smh

Yes of course!! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

✿ Bf!Jo x Short!f!reader ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ

Pairing ➳ Bf!Jo x short!f!reader Genre ➳ Purely fluff ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎

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This boy will deadass pretend he lost you for a minute with a monotone voice - “Eh- I wonder where did my girlfriend gone of to” when you’re right in front of him. You’d reply with a pout and a yell – “Yah! I’m right here! Excuse me!!” – “haha sorry didn’t see you there, you were just so short so you weren’t in my view range” And then you’d walk off sulking and mumbling angry little words as he chased after you laughing and trying to console you.

Leaves his clothes and outfits out in the living room, folded on the couch just so he could see you wear them. He claims it’s just because he’s too lazy to put them in his closet but you know it’s just an excuse. Why would your neat and organized boyfriend leave out his clothes randomly like this, not to mention they’re folded as if waiting for someone to take a pick readily.

You’re basically drowning in his clothes every time you put them on. His hoodies and shirts were like your dresses. So it was normal for you to just walk around the house with his only his shirt and a pair of shorts or panties. Not that he’s complaining, he loved it whenever you do that and that’s also why he would leave out his clothes for you to wear.

You’d sometimes ask your tall ass boyfriend to teach you how to play basketball since he was an expert at that. He’d teach you but secretly chuckles every time the ball would miss the hoop because you were too short to reach it. You’d be all sulky, speaking in a pouty tone – “yahhh! Stop laughing! ૮₍��•⤙•˶ ₎ა“ If your aim was simply wrong, he would come behind you and help you aim right, giving you butterflies in your stomach in the process.

You would sometimes wear heels even though you didn’t prefer them. They were simply a pain in the ass but you didn’t wanna look so short beside your over 6ft boyfriend. He would chuckle at your efforts reassuring you that you looked fine the way you are – “you look even cuter when you’re short you know” which made you blush as you tapped his shoulder telling him to stop being a flirt. “I’m just stating the truth~” – he’d get on his knees, taking the heels off of your swollen feet and gently put on some slippers or sneakers after the walk back home, he’d let you lay down on the couch, as he put ointment on your swollen spots and massaged your feet, sulking and telling you not to wear heels next time.

Piggy back rides all the time. “Woah so this is how the view is up here huh” – you spoke in a teasing tone as you enjoyed clinging onto him. He’d laugh at your little comment holding you up tightly so you won’t fall – “enjoying the breeze up there?” Oh and it’s not just piggy back rides but the way he’d carry you bridal style so randomly too out of nowhere. Not that you hated it, in fact you loved it. “Feel like you’re gonna melt in my hands from how small you are hm” – “huhh? Excuse me then I’ll be getting off ( ◡̀_◡́)ᕤ“ He’d quickly hold you back up not allowing you to get off – “nuh uh where’d you think you’re going”

Are we not gonna talk about how you have to either jump up, tell him to bend down or use a stool, every time to kiss him. “I’m gonna break my neck just looking up at you like this” – “hey I’m gonna also break my back bending down to your height like this shortie” – another pouting section for you. He always teased you about your height but he secretly adored that about you too because you just looked so cute and petite to him. At one point you guys would reach a conclusion, where he’d pick you up every time you two were to kiss

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[larcenywrites]

hcs with young tony and female reader and accidental pregnancy 👀 but everyone is overjoyed with the pregnancy, the couple, his parents and her parents, everybody really happy!! I can't stop imagining young tony being a father and the baby needs to be born with a cute nose like his 🥹🥹🥹

omg omg omg I was thinking about this so long ago but wasn't sure what I wanted to do with it aaah ❤ it starts off not very excited but it gets better I swear lol

Warnings: mild sexual references | pregnancy stuff obviously

Surprise Pregnancy

💠It was bound to happen, honestly. One day you let him get away with finishing inside you, and suddenly he didn't know what a condom was anymore! Not to mention this man can't pull out to save his life 😒 Not that you mind all that much in the moment... but you're pretty sure he doesn't think twice about the actual probability of getting you pregnant 🙄 So as soon as your period is late, you're pretty sure you know why.

💠Maybe you're overreacting! Sometimes it's late and nothing ever comes of it! But when you wait two weeks and only wake up with nausea every morning instead of a period... well, hopefully the only one throwing up in the toilet will be Tony

💠It suddenly feels a bit weird walking into his house so normally. Walking by his parents as you always have and finding Tony nearly asleep in his bed. You hadn't exactly warned him that you were stopping by, and when the first words out of your mouth are a nervous "Can we talk?" , he's wide awake, and already knows he's done something

💠Luckily you don't let his mind race for long. "Tony, I think I'm pregnant."

💠Oh, so that's what he did...

💠"You-" he cuts himself off, still processing and slowly getting to his feet. "Okay, uh-" You've broken him. He doesn't know what to do, he doesn't know what to say first. He can't think and he hasn't decided what to feel yet but neither have you, so- "I can go get, like, a test? Or something?" He says it quietly, eyes wide and confused. At least he knows he's just as much a part of this as you are. He's trying to help, really. It probably feels like he's been gone for ages when he leaves. He probably has been! Maybe you shouldn't have trusted him to find a pregnancy test, but you'd rather not do any of this alone.

💠You're more than relived when he slinks back in, bag in hand, and you can only hope his parents didn't see anything suspicious. And thank god it's actually a pregnancy test in the bag- you never doubted him! He doesn't take his eyes off you as you rip the box open and take out that little stick, and he realizes that he never thought he'd be in this situation.

💠You're quietly cuddled up on the bed while you wait for however many minutes the box said. You're both stiff and unmoving, unsure what to feel or think because neither of you are communicating. But you're well aware of the strong arms wrapped around you so perfectly, right above your hips.

💠"Do you want me to go look at it?" He mumbles quietly. You nod. Again, it's not something you're willing to face alone, but he's already proven that you don't have to. And again, he keeps you waiting. Surely even he can figure out the difference between one line or two! Just when you sit up at the edge of the bed, ready to do it yourself, he finally emerges. He takes your hands in his, and you're pretty sure you already know the answer when you look up at him.

💠"It was positive," he whispers. "What do you wanna do?"

💠You can hardly whisper back. "What if I wanna keep it?" You weren't sure what to expect from him, but he nodded. His short sigh of relief and small smile released all the tension in your body, letting you smile for the first time since you found out. You had been happy about it, but not knowing what Tony would think was nervewracking.

💠After the initial shock wears off, you're both all smiles and kisses, and at some point he's trapped you against the bed in an engulfing hug, face buried in your neck.

💠You'll both agree that you might want to wait to tell anyone. At least to get an ultrasound first and prepare a game plan, but as soon as Tony sees that little blob on the screen and it has a heartbeat?? He's more than ready to tell his mom all about it 😍

💠But Tony will admit to you that he's a bit wary of his dad :( It's just... Howard was once smacking RC cars out of an eight-year-old Tony's hands and yelling at him to play with his toys somewhere else, and even now the two are still known for their altercations-- especially now that Tony has to very quickly learn how to actually grow up (and he doesn't even know about this yet). You can't really blame him, but you're pretty sure that his father wouldn't do that to his grandson. But it's not just that, he's pretty sure telling his dad that you're pregnant is going to end in very loud conversation between the two, and he doesn't want to stress you out :(

💠When you do finally decide you're ready, he's by your side and holding your hand. Honestly, he's probably the one that says it first!

💠Maria is probably squealing in delight and pulling you both in for a hug! Honestly she's always happy and excited for anything, so she'll be your biggest support through the pregnancy, and she'll probably be pulling out all of Tony's old pictures on the spot 🧡 If you ever have any questions or concerns, she's more than willing to hear you out- hell, if you think a doctor isn't listening to you but you're too passive to keep pushing the issue, just bring her along to your next appointment and she'll sort 'em out! And probably recommend someone else. The same midwives that delivered her son will most likely deliver her grandson, too 😅

💠Howard and Tony never see eye to eye anyway, and considering he's always on his ass about being irresponsible and lazy and childish, you can probably imagine exactly how not excited he is about this. He's not upset at you, but with Tony for knocking you up when you're both hardly 20, and his son isn't exactly ideal father material in a parent's eyes. While you and Maria are happily conversing in the living area, Howard manages to get Tony in the backyard for a stern but surprisingly respectful conversation, and a begrudging hand on his shoulder in place of a hug. Well, it still went better than he thought it would...

💠Don't worry, he'll will warm up to the idea of grandchildren (mostly with his wife's persistent excitement), but he may not really show it. Instead, Maria will let you know when it was actually Howard who picked out that little outfit or had the idea to have those quilts made 😌

💠Your parents might not be so excited at first, either. Tony's probably only just graduated college and hardly has a plan, but at least he comes from plenty of money? And with all that skill and name he can find a job anywhere if he just, ya know, actually tried 😅 It's obvious that he is taking responsibility and has always been by your side, so... they'll get past it! And poor Tony might have to get through yet another awkward conversation, but this time with your dad. Your dad is already a lot more supportive, at least, and just as you can turn to his mom for comfort and advice, Tony can turn to your dad 🥹

💠And we can't forget about Jarvis since he practically did the other half of Tony's raising 🥺 He won't really break the whole "calm butler" persona, but he's proudly smiling ear to ear when he says "Congratulations, sir." While he can rest assured that this time he won't have to chase down another Tony every day nor raise this one, he does miss having a little Stark around to wreak havoc 💛

💠There's suddenly a ton of things on his to-do list, but he's making a house his number one priority (with the help of that Stark money... What? His parents aren't gonna make you guys live just anywhere 💅). While someone's parents probably wouldn't mind, Tony really wants his own privacy for his own family, ya know? But he won't say no to his mom staying over for that first week or two to help you guys out 😮‍💨

💠He's like one of those cats that suddenly never leave their owner's side when they're pregnant. When you start showing, he can't keep his hands off of you! Well, he couldn't really keep his hands off you before (hence the situation you're in), but he just wants to be near you! Wherever you go, he wants to go too! Whatever you want, he wants to try really hard to get it for you! He also just really wants to make sure you know he's there for you, and can and will do anything! He's pretty worried that his dad is right and that he's not exactly an ideal candidate to be raising a kid, and worried that you might feel the same :( So he overcompensates by being overbearing. He even follows you into the shower! It will get annoying, but try not to snap at him too hard unless you want him to sulk around. His mom will probably notice and get on his ass about it before you do anyway 😅

💠You can already trust him to be a great dad, though! Already so protective and worried, and still so in love with you, if not more!

💠A hand is always on your tummy because he really really really wants to feel the baby kick! Everyone talks about how you can feel the baby kicking, so why isn't his little Stark kicking him yet?? Even you've talked about it, but it might be another week before he gets his chance 💔 He'll be so excited when he does feel those fluttering kicks! You always get to feel those signs of life, so it's the closest he can get to sharing that experience until your due date.

💠Besides, of course, getting to hear the heartbeat and getting those black and white ultrasounds! Speaking of which, he has to show off every photo the nurse takes of little Stark! Aaaand while your parents have the cuter ones of your son sucking his thumb or waving pinned to the fridge, Tony puts up the one where that little hand only has a middle finger raised 🫥

💠Okay it is kinda cute...

💠The closer you get to nine months and the more nervous he gets. He's also excited! But he realizes he barely ever learned how to take care of himself, and now he has to look after you and a baby?? He was so caught up in the excitement for so long, and now it feels like reality is crashing down very hard and he doesn't know what to do because he doesn't want to stress you out and he doesn't want to get yelled at and-

💠You're fast asleep in an array of pillows and half in-half out of the sheets. You don't seem so worried. He has to take a deep breath and remind himself that if you aren't worried, then he shouldn't be either. You're the one that's been putting all your love and trust into him, even before you got pregnant. He doesn't know if that makes him more or less stressed, but he knows you'll make him feel better with no questions asked ❤️‍🩹

💠You can't really be mad when he "accidentally" wakes you up on some nights because he's crawling his way under your arms and tucking himself under your chin. Or when you suddenly have him lying on your chest and tiny feet kicking your ribs. As much fun as it's been (and nervewracking), these nights will have you more than ready for your due date.

💠He doesn't really know what to expect in that delivery room, but he follows you in anyway and awkwardly switches between standing around and sitting. It's... boring. No one told him there would be so much waiting around! He was prepared for like, an instant nightmare, but instead you're just easing in and out of contractions or something? Ah, this doesn't seem so bad!

💠He's half-way through one of those kind of gross Jell-O cups and half asleep when you're suddenly very panicked and nurses are finally moving around. And now he has an oh shit moment as the nightmare part starts.

💠He should hold your hand! That's what they do in the movies, right? Well it sounds like a good idea, but ow you're really hurting him but he doesn't want you to know that, so he'll stand there like he's perfectly fine 😭 Thank god once it starts, it's over just as quick because he couldn't have taken any more of that

💠Ngl he's standing at your side and sulking into his Jell-O while the baby cries, and luckily you're too out of it to slap him for it 🤧

💠The spoon is still in his mouth when he's suddenly asked and ushered over to cut the cord and he probably gags a little, but it's fine, this is his son, and this is like- what everyone talks about and stuff sooo

💠Okay, now it's over. Baby is safe in your arms, and you don't seem to be in pain anymore, so now he can relax again with the quieter room, and now it's just the two of you again- well, three now ❤

💠This was the last thing he expected to happen ever, much less right now, but... he honestly can't believe it happened with you. He's glad it's with you. Maybe he's not so much of a fuck-up, after all, if you're still here, and holding his son, no less. He's more than a little nervous when you finally ask him if he wants to hold the baby in your arms. He looks really comfy and Tony would surely ruin that and- okay, he doesn't really get a choice here, does he? You're obviously very tired and deserve some rest without worrying about keeping a newborn in your arms, so it's time for dad to finally step in!

💠He's so small, head already full of dark hair and that nose is unmistakably Tony's. He accidentally stirs him awake when he brushes his thumb over that little nose and soft cheek. Tony goes into full panic mode, trying to quietly shush him and apologizing as if he'll understand. Suddenly he's met with big brown eyes curiously looking around and widely looking up at him. And if anyone is crying, it's Tony 🥹

💠Both your parents are probably waiting around outside, and have been for a while, but... you're finally asleep, and honestly he just wants a little more time for himself. No one will mind a few more minutes 😌

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🦷💌; can—can i ask for more??? more turtles x reader tickle fluff? it can be anything at this point, but maayyyyybbeeee take this sugguestion for leooooooooo???!!!

so we all know leo's a teaser...100%...what if the reader finds themself in some sort of stuck situation and leo takes this for advantge? 🧍‍♀️

thats all i got...for the others idk but it can be literally anything—I LOVE THEM SM AH 🥲🥲

ill shut up now im sorry 😔

Absolutely I can! Thank you for your requests!

People in this: Turtles x Reader (tickle fics!)

Key: (n/n)= Nickname

(y/n)= Your name

Apologies on how late this is coming out lol! But I hope you enjoy!

-K :]

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Leo!:

The things you would do for these turtles is absolutely ridiculous! From the minute they walked into your life its been nothing but adventure and greatness but man was it frustrating in times like these.

Leo's TV broke the other day and with Donnie busy at April's house he frantically called you for help, again the things you would do for those turtles, especially Leo.

The hold he has on you is insane so of course you agreed to come and help him. He smiled widely and thanked you repetitively as you arrived on the scene!

He stepped out of the room for a while to give you some space and when he came back he was delighted to see that you not only fixed it but had gotten yourself stuck in the process

"Leo I swear to the Pizza Supreme in the sky if you don't stop laughing and come help me out-"

"Fihihine! I was gonna help you anyway its just too funny!! AHAHA"

"Leooo"

"OKAhay I'm coming! Neon Leon is on the case!" He smiled brightly as he walked over to you trying to pull you out from behind the TV but nothing was working

"You really got yourself stuck in there"

"You think?" You giggled a little as he scoffed jokingly

"Hey! I'm trying to help you here! I wouldn't get all smart in your position if I were you~" he lowered his voice to his natrual teasing tone before tweaking your sides gently watching the reaction it gave

"What's wrong?, You Ticklish?~"

He didn't give you a chance to answer before his wiggling fingers danced across every tickle spot he could find enjoying every laugh, giggle, sound and reaction you made. There was no chance of escape, no room to move, no place to hide, it was just you, him and your tickle spots.

His smirk grew as he found your most ticklish spot

"Awwww is this your worst spot? Hmm?~ Tickle Tickle tickleee~" he continued as any pleads went in one ear and out the other

"LEHEHEO UHUHUSE YOHOHOUR POHOHORTALS AND FREEE MEHE!"

"Great thinking (n/n)! I will use my portals!~" he smirked using two small portals to put his hands through the wall and tickle your worst spot that way

"NOHOHOT WHAHAT I MEHEANT!"

He giggled along with you for a little before stopping and fully pulling you through a bigger portal and onto his lap as he rubbed away the ghost tickles

"You okay?" He asked with a smile

"I am, but you might not be in a few seconds~"

"Ohhh boyyy"

Let's just say that night the lair was filled with laughter!

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Donnie!:

You and the purple clad turtle arranged to hang out that evening! This was going to be great! Donatello wanted to hang out with you!

Now normally your hang outs consisted of you two being in the lab, working on new tech or just enjoying each other's company doing your own things but it was always his lab and it was always something science based, you didn't mind that of course! It was just today was different!

He texted you to leave your equipment at home and meet him in the arcade that they have in the lair. Of course you did just that but something was off.

"Hey D! Why did you want to meet here? And why did you tell me to leave my stuff at home?" He smiled as you entered the arcade area

"Sweet Sweet (y/n)! Today! We are going to be playing video games! Jazz hands" he wiggled his fingers to show his enthusiasm and to put emphasis on the plan as you nodded

"Sounds great! You're so going down!"

"Prepare to eateth' thy words!"

The two of you spent the entire day going from game to game. He mentally kept score while you two had fun, and he was one point away from beating you! Luckily, this next game was his specialty! It's the car game he's always playing with Mikey and he was determined to win!

"Prepare to eat my dust (n/n)!"

"Oh well see about that!"

And the race was on! It was neck and neck and Donnie was prepared to do anything to win and I mean anything! He thought about it for a little bit before a smirk formed on his features. He used one of his robot hands that was now holding a feather to it and swiped it across your neck and face to distract you enjoying your reactions and the light up winners screen he had.

"Hey would you look at that I won!"

"Yohohou cheheated!"

"GASP! I am hurt that you would even think for a second that I would do such a thing!" His smirk grew as he used the robot arm to hold your hands up as he circled you with wiggling fingers

"You know I think you're just a sore loser (n/n), I know exactly what will help fix that~" he giggled alittle before tickling you all over your tickle spots, experimenting with every single spot to find your worst spot and the best reactions!

He pointed out the little things as he tickled you, which became more flustering the more he did it. Stuff like;

"Hmm what an interesting sound you make when I do this!" Or "Wow! You're really ticklish here~" and finally "How fascinating your face just keeps getting more and more red the more I talk, am I flustering you dove~" He was on a roll today, he was finally number one and he was gonna use all of that power to his advantage right now!

"YOHOHOU WIHIHIN DEHEHEE!" He stopped his raspberry and smirked at you

"Why thank you for finally acknowledging the truth!" He smiled, rubbing the ghost tickles away and releasing you from his robot arm.

What an eventful game night!

-

Raph!:

This sweetheart could tell instantly that you were stressed. He decided that it would be a great idea to give you a relaxation day! He let everyone know ahead of time and tidied everything up accordingly!

He went out of his way to make sure when you arrived that everything was perfect! His room smelled nice, his brothers were either in their rooms or out playing basketball and he even put on some calming instrumental music for you!

He was determined to make everything special for you. He beamed when you entered the lair, instantly lifting you off the ground and carrying you to your final destination, claiming that you were not to use your legs today or lift a finger! He treated you like the royalty you are it was so special. Even if you insisted you were fine, there was no saying no to Raph!

He smiled as he placed you down onto his big red coded bed. "I had Mikey help me cook you you're favorite!" he smiled, handing you a plate full of your favorite meal which you happily accepted and thanked him again

"Of course! Anytime sunshine!" He smiled brighter before he offered a massage "here this should help!"

Before you knew it, he was getting every single knot out of your back and shoulders, and lt felt great, but holy heck, did it tickle! Raph caught on after a giggle slipped from your mouth while you were exhaling

"How does it feel?" He asked 'innocently' as he moved back to the spot that made you giggle before

"It feels gohohood! Thahanks Raph!" You giggled again as his smile turned into a smirk

"Good im so glad! You truly deserve this! You work so hard and deserve a break I am so proud of you (y/n)!" He smiled brightly again now properly tickling you

"Rahahaph!"

"Why are you giggling so much (n/n)?~ It's just a massage, don't tell me you're ticklish!~" He teased you as he continued tickling all over your tickle spots

"Dawww, I think this will help relieve your stress more! They do say laughter is the best medicine!" He continued enjoying every little sound, laugh, and reaction you made to his tickles and various tickle spots until he found your worst spot

"OKAHAY MEHEHERCYYY!"

He stopped immediately, rubbing away the ghost tickles before picking you up again and holding you close, his heartbeat soothing yours as he rubbed circles into your skin

"Cuddle time!" He exclaimed as you nodded

What a perfect day

-

Mikey!:

After tasting Mikeys amazing creations for a long time now you asked him if he could teach you how to cook! He was ecstatic! Today was the day you two scheduled to do this!

He smiled brightly as you entered the lairs kitchen! "Here you go!" He handed you your very own apron he decorated it himself he was really proud of it!

You wore it with pride as you washed your hands and got ready to cook! Everything was going great! He guided your hands through some techniques, you added the spices together to give it flavor and overall were just having fun and learning alot! Mikeys a really great coach!

The waiting was the boring part, so when you got impatient and saw an open bag of flour sitting right in front of you, you knew exactly what to do. You sneakily took a bit in your hand before catching the orange turtles attention and threw it at him

He gasped jokingly as he blinked, now covered in flour "oh that's it! You are so on!" He smirked taking some of the flour and throwing it back on you, soon it was an all out flour war! He eventually pounced on you trying to get the flour on your shirt but his hands slipped accidentally swiping your side in the process

He caught that reaction immediately and had an even better idea then the flour! He smirked as his wiggling fingers scribbled all over your tickle spots like a skilled artist painting his masterpiece!

"Tickle Tickle tickleee~ this is what you get for pranking the prankster (n/n)~" He giggled along with you before he found your worst spot

"Awwww I think someone's Ticklish~" he teased in a sing song voice as he used every trick in the book to get the best reactions out of you

"Tickletickletickletickle"

"MIHIHIHIKEHEHEY!-"

*DING!*

"Oh Goodie! The foods ready!" He smiled rubbing away the ghost tickles and leading you a hand up while you caught your breath

"Ihit smells amazing!"

"It's gonna taste amazing too you know why?" He smiled at you as you raised an eyebrow

"Why's that?"

"Because we made it with love together! Anddd it got your giggles in there for extra love!"

"Mikeyyy!"

He giggled as he started to plate everything. "we eat first, then clean, alright? And you started this so you have to help me! You have no choice, cutie pie!" He giggled poking your sides again quickly before he handed you your plate

"Okahay fair enough!"

You two enjoyed your creation throughly before cleaning the place up and cleaning yourselves up later one at a time, getting into comfy Pj's and enjoying the rest of the night together! It was perfect! This definitely calls for more cooking dates down the line!

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I hope you all enjoyedd! I loved making this! And I hope you all have a great day today! You truly deserve it! I am so proud of you! /p /gen /pos

-K :]

#k writes tk things #rottmnt tickle #rottmnt tickle fic #rottmnt x reader #ler!leo #ler!leonardo #ler!donnie #ler!donatello #ler!raph #ler!raphael #ler!mikey #ler!michaelangelo #lee!reader

[randomnameless]

What are the odds of, 20 years from now, IS releasing a 3 Houses remake but with:

most of the “uwu” moments removed

Edelgard being constantly and explicitly portrayed as a villain with characters calling her out on her actions

Massively reduced recruitment options

deeper worldbuilding for Almyra and Adrestia

Claude explicitly adressing that Almyra's just as much at fault for it's bad relations with Fodlan as the other way around and swearing to work to get them to stop pillaging and taking child slaves

TWISTD not being so story-breakingly OP

CF not existing at all, or at least being rewritten from the ground up and being fully finished instead of a glorified reskin of another route

Dimitri's friends, especially Dedue, supporting him and being important for his character development instead of just Byleth

Byleth being fully-voiced and having a very clearly-defined personality and beliefs, being an Avatar only in the fact that the player can choose a different name for them but otherwise being a normal FE protagonist

Rhea's S-support being erased from existence, along with her getting new supports with her family and friends and more plot relevance post-timeskip

Sothis' S-support also being erased, especially if CF still exists, and having her be rewritten so that she only gets her memory back right before fusing with Byleth, apologizing to her children for leaving them alone again but refusing to let Byleth die, staying unambiguously dead for the rest of the game

I highly doubt any of this will ever happen, mind, but if it did, 3H might just jump multiple spots into being one of the best FE games lol

Oh, anon :(

I'm afraid this will never happen lol

FE16's main appeal is the uwu factor, you have to feel bad for Supreme Leader who is sekritly the red emperor, even if she does red emperor things.

That's the basis on which FE16 was built, a lot of parasocial pandering towards Supreme Leader, which will make the player feel "sad uwus" when they will have to fight her, always wondering if they couldn't have picked her route instead.

(I say "sad uwus" and not "feel bad", because Fates made the player feel bad, by having characters react to Corn's choice, and Corn, in turn, reaction to all the salt and shit thrown at their face, as the result of their actions).

And while we could think FE16 is also a story meant to challenge the players, and have them realise they're interacting with biased narrators so it's up to them to find the truth and make their own opinion about the world - imo this reading, while a thousand times more interesting than "uwu be sad uwu" is, imo, not the one the devs prioritized, hence the constant supply of Hresvelg Grey.

As I ultimately came to realise (when nopes was released lol), no Fodlan game can circle around and ignore the uwu factor. Uwuing about Earl Grey and always being a carpet to some lord characters is part of Fodlan's DNA - the faves will always take precedence over the world/lore's coherence.

Clout wonders about Fodlan's isolationism and if it has any relationship with Seiros's tenets? No one, not even Hilda, will tell him that Fodlan might not like its neighbours because said neighbours are always trying to invade them (as she could speak for Almyra). Leonie and Claude wonder if they will get some sort of retribution for saying out loudly they don't believe everything good in the world comes from Sothis... when the Alliance is later revealed to be a place where no one really gives a fuck about religion, and when no line, on-screen, has been thrown around that could justify their doubt and worries (not even a random NPC dissing people for being students in the officer's academy even if they are not particularly religious).

Supreme Leader is another can of tea lol, but you get the meaning.

This is also why, I believe, we will never get WoH meaningful content (and not Epi wanting to use the power of friendship to help his genociding fwends!) because we can't uwu about it -

Much like every story centered on the Lions (even if AM got the Parley scene...), a plot hax has to happen to make you forget everything about the red emperor emperoring because now she's a puppet and nothing has ever been her fault and what is even agency and accountability ?

So we got the general "good old academy days" that Engage tried to push, and the recent Heroes alts -to avoid talking about post TS Fodlan, because IS doesn't want to talk about post TS Fodlan.

I mean, if you're not in FE16 with the various "Rhea maybe BaD bcs Nader raids Fodlan every monday to show everyone how large his penis is" and unable to meaningfuly interact with that world, all the "Crust System + IdEaLs" nonsense just sound like Ashnard's battle convo, and while Almedha still seems to be fond of him, she's the only one on Tellius who still has positive feelings about Ashnard as a person.

Tl:Dr : Fodlan's DNA is "Supreme Leader uwu" + "Rhea BaD" + "don't ever question the characters and nod when they say something ridiculous".

If you remove even one of those core principles, FE16 crumbles, so at that point, it wouldn't be a remake that would be released, anon, but an entire AU to the game.

#anon #replies #fodlan nonsense #fodlan AU #this will never happen lol #just like we cannot have a WoH centric piece because #if it spells out how misguided Supreme Leader is #you cannot uwu about her anymore #Still some people try but it's always in roundabout ways #like Engage JP Dimitri wanting to have a world where lizards and humans can live together as a family with Zelestia in their convo #Pat nuked part of it but it's still here - why would dimitri say this when he never raises this topic in his game? #ditto for the FEH's FB with Hegegard and Brave Supreme Leader #if you're not in Fodlan and try to interact with the FOdlan plot #the plot falls apart in 50 seconds

[dearshelby]

The end of us | T.S x OC

Summary: The last time Tommy and Eleanor talked before her death.

A/N: This is set before this story, you don't necessarily have to read it because it's, well, what happened next and that's already spoiled on the summary lol, I just had to write the last time they were together because I love my babies and I needed a break from between the cross and the sword (but I'll come back with it soon)

After wishing his daughters good night, Tommy entered Eleanor's office with a cigarette between his fingers and a restless look in his eyes. She hasn't left the room for months.

He still remembers the day he gifted her the place, he spent weeks planning, talking to architects and interior decorators trying to find the best way to fit another room into the Arrow House's structure.

The effort was worthy, because besides no longer having to share Tommy's desk, it served as a wakening moment, she no longer was a sewer or a housewife hidden in the shadows of her man's success. Eleanor was a woman of her own, Tommy's equal, a partner for love and business. The realization nearly brought tears to her eyes.

Now, six years later, the place feels like a prison, a painful reminder they're not what they used to be.

Tommy wants her to stop looking through the window, turn to him and wish him good luck, but she doesn't. Weeks ago she already claimed their marriage was over.

"I think we should let each other go," and since then, they coexist in the same house, strangers sharing a bed and last name.

For a millisecond, Tommy considers giving in to her only demand, quit politics. He wishes he could, but two years inside the parliament wouldn't suddenly vanish just because she wants it to. He made a name for himself in politics as he did with business.

"Ellie," he softly calls, look at me, he internally begs, "I'm going,"

Eleanor tilts her head uninterested, mirroring the cat sleeping on her chair who doesn't seem to care for anything and just has a response to noise. Then, she turns to the window again.

"Ellie, look at me," Tommy demands, this time getting her attention, "when I come back tonight this will be over and we'll go back to normal,"

Slowly nodding, she ironically smiles, "and you'll be the leader of the people who wanted to hang you your whole life,"

"Yeah," he scoffs, "and being the leader I'll have the power to end this fucking mess,"

"My God, Tommy, you really are a businessman," not a politician, she chose not to add, "an ideology is not a factory, you can't shut it down whenever you want to,"

"I can and when I do-"

"Did you wish the girls good night?" Eleanor cuts him off.

Frustrated, Tommy opens his arms and rolls his eyes. He's trying to fix his mistakes and she doesn't recognize it, as a matter of fact she seems annoyed.

"I did," he answers, "can you fucking hear me now?"

"No, I can't," she snaps, "you asked me to make a good father out of you and I will, but that's all, I can't support you anymore,"

"What do you want then?" he quietly asks, teared out by her harsh words, "Why don't you take the children and leave since you can't stand living with a fucking fascist?"

Eleanor gulps at the question, by logic she should, she wouldn't have trouble in finding a good lawyer and getting a divorce. Staring at him, at every detail she still loves, she wonders if there's still life after him, what the real world had become while she was immersed in Tommy's? In addition to not having an answer, there's also the fact he's her true and only love.

There's no version of her that wasn't molded by Tommy's hands, the way her body moves is always dragged to be close to his, the way she keeps her hair is so she can get a compliment, the way her brain works is made to give his tired one a well deserved rest. They've been together for so long there's no habit of one lacking the influence of the other.

Surely, there's no way she can entirely leave him, at this point Tommy is tangled to the soul she doesn't believe to have. Eleanor can abandon her marriage, house and lifestyle, but she can't run away from herself because she's well aware she has way too many traces of him.

The romani boy, the soldier, the gangster, the businessman, the husband and the father. She'd seen it all and absorbed a piece to herself. Except the fascist, even if he claims not to be, he's among them and that, she can't stand.

Finally, she mutters, "Aren't you late?"

Heavily sighing, Tommy puts down his cigarette and says, "I'll be on the radio,"

"...and I'll be here,"

MASTERLIST

As he leaves, she stays on the window. Both unaware that when he comes back with a frustrated plan, she won't be there anymore.

#OC Eleanor Shelby #peaky blinder imagine #peaky blinder fanfic #tommy shelby x oc

[golbrocklovely]

I apologize in advance for how long this ask is going to be but your post about going to zumiez reminded me of the one time I heard about snc in public (as someone who doesn’t leave the house much lol). About 4 years ago right after snc made their switch to haunted content I was in high school and I was the socially anxious new kid so I was trying to keep my head low and let people come to me. In my one elective class (that I got involuntarily stuck with that no one liked bc the teacher sucked) we had a lot of time to talk and there were three students at my table (two girls and a guy). The one girl in particular was always trying to make fun of me and the other girl would laugh along but I’ve always had a talent of acting like I don’t care in the moment and eventually she finally stopped making fun of me because I wasn’t fun to insult anymore. Anyway one day the meaner of the two girls was out sick and the other girl was being nice (as she normally was when the other girl wasn’t around) and her and the guy (who she had a crush on) were watching Youtube since they had finished their work early. Eventually the girl brought Sam and Colby up and talked about how she loved their videos and I froze in the moment because I was so surprised she watched them too and the guy said that he tried to get into them but it’s annoying how they fake their videos. And as rude as it might sound the way her face visibly fell made it hard for me to not laugh. She very quickly changed the subject after that and never brought up snc again. Also not too long after that I saw Jake Webber merch in public and I was very surprised because in my head he was a much smaller content creator than sam and colby and therefore I should have seen snc merch before Jake’s merch lol.

haha you're totally fine for the long ask. i don't mind.

first off, sorry that person was mean to you in hs. honestly, hearing back things like that, or thinking back on who was mean to me in hs, always make me laugh bc like….. yall really did that shit and thought you were cool.

anyway lol

that's the thing - i'm so used to solitary snc talk (ie me and someone online) that in person i get so uncomfortable at the mere mention of them. idk why, but i guess it's bc it's hard to indicate is this someone into them like i am or are they just someone that vaguely knows who they are which are two very different sides of the snc fandom spectrum.

also i think bc i've never met someone that knows who snc are, minus two very small instances, it's always weird to physically see someone recognize them to me (like pointing out me wearing merch) bc i'm like… wait, you guys are real? i'm not just talking to myself online??? lmao

side note idk why but this story made me remember another time: i work in retail and in like 2019/20, somewhere in there, i saw a little girl wearing colby's merch. she was only like 10-12 max, so i didn't want to be weird and say anything, but i remember being like "omg i'm not the only one".

#ask #personal #sam and colby

[klqrambles]

Oh, here are the highlights btw

OFC ITS IN KOREAN

time.. time to be so normal aobut.. salieri.. (I notice they write his name in this musical as 살리에르 whereas in mlor they write it as 살리에리. Not a big difference but the first sounds more like Salier vs the second's Salieri XD)

ok so, i'll give the extended summary based on what im seeing in the playlist (which appears to be the full press call)

(TW suicide attempt mention)

First song is your usual Salieri guilt over Mozart's death and it appears he's locked himself in his room and his servants are worried. He also laments how he's done everything for the masses and not for himself and ends the song with attempting to slit his throat with his quill pen.

Second song is the rumors about how Salieri killed Mozart through poison and how Salieri's gone insane.

Next it moves onto Salieri in bed (looks like a hospital bed) and his wife Therese has come to visit him. He's not doing good begging to leave and saying how he didn't kill Mozart. Therese wonders who it was that made him like this, but does believe he didn't kill Mozart cause she knows Salieri loved him and his music. Salieri feels like he's going to be killed the way Mozart was (likely a symptom of paranoia).

Then Salieri begins to reminisce about the past. About a time when he was one of the best composers and music just flowed so easily. It seems the rest of the musical will take place in this flashback.

Next song is about how Salieri believes his music to be wonderful and perfect :']

ALERT WE HAVE A NEW BITCH BOI ON THE BLOCK (his name is 젤라스 in Korean and I have no fucking clue what that would translate to other than Jealous LOL ngl he might just be the embodiment of Salieri's jealousy but it's.. not clear. I'mma just call him Bitch Boi throughout this) He's always looked up to Salieri and is basically Salieri's #1 fanboy. He'll do anything for Salieri. Salieri tries to reject him. He tells Salieri that he should keep an eye out for Mozart if he doesn't want to become laughingstock.

Introduction to Mozart! He's composing a song based on Caterina's voice. Salieri saw his composition and is getting extremely jealous Mozart was basically able to create it on the spot. Bitch Boi is the one who showed Salieri the composition and is lowkey gloating about how he's right that Salieri should be afraid of Mozart. Salieri is comparing Mozart's work to the voice of God and how everything he stood for is being torn down. Seems Bitch Boi is the one who hated Mozart much more than Salieri did LOL or at least he acts more like a mastermind behind Salieri's jealousy/rage. Salieri's first inklings of imposter syndrome lfgg

Salieri seeing Mozart in person for the first time and Mozart is being the silly little genius with too many notes we all know and love :3 Mozart ultimate lady killer hype man. Seems the Emperor loves his stuff LOL

Caterina is having doubts about her skills and Salieri's telling her that she just has to endure any failures and hardships she encounters. That she just has to believe in herself. Only by doing that can she get her rightful adulation and her true music. He tells her to not be scared and to follow her dreams.

Competition for Kappelmeister! I think. The new and exciting Mozart vs the tried and true Salieri.

Seems Figaro has failed. Mozart is complaining about what exactly music is and how the masses seem to just like meaningless notes. The music that usually talks so easily to him has failed him this time.

Salieri comes by Mozart's house and hums a tune (im not sure what it is but i think it's one of Mozart's compositions). Mozart hums along but has to stop cause of a cough. Salieri is talking about how Mozart's music would always build on itself with emotion. And now the songs he is writing are all sad. Mozart collapses due to cough and he wonders why Salieri has come to see him when everyone else seems to be trying their hardest to forget him. Mozart was jealous of how everyone who looked past his music would love Salieri's and wanted to win against him. Salieri wants Mozart to take his time with the Requiem but Mozart knows he needs to finish it before he dies. Meanwhile Bitch Boi is telling Salieri to kill Mozart. But Salieri works with Mozart to try and finish the Requiem.

Mozart's funeral :'( Salieri is lamenting how Death has given him so much guilt. About how God gave only Mozart Heaven's music and then took him away from Salieri and the rest of the world. He just wants to listen to Mozart's music for the rest of his life. Bitch Boi is back to tell Salieri that God has abandoned him. Salieri is trying to fight against Bitch Boi, asking him to save him from his torment.

Not sure what this next song is about exactly but it's Bitch Boi tormenting Salieri. It might be about finishing the Requiem?

Bitch Boi is holding some of Mozart's compositions that Salieri stole hostage. He wonders if Mozart was really that important to Salieri and Salieri proves that by saying that those compositions are his. Salieri is trying to accept that he lost. That the name lauded by God is Mozart and the name abandoned by God is Salieri. Salieri lamenting the waste of all his work since he's not going to be remembered.

Some more highlights! (2014 prod)

(2016 prod)

Some MVs!

신이시여 (Dear God)

오! 모차르트 (Oh! Mozart)

#klq answers #salieri musical #<- the fac tthat is a thing still fascinates me but it also shouldnt

[zhongrin]

yuan yang

— a submission for 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐉𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐘 collab hosted by @haithamuse!

◇ characters ◇ zhongli ft. al haitham

◇ tags ◇ selfship coded, be respectful; don’t like don’t read, lil blurb at the end written from zhongli’s pov (third person), zhongli x meirin (@/zhongrin), al haitham x esther (@/haithamuse), fluff, married couple shenanigans, academic rivals / enemies-to-lovers shenanigans, writing centered around the teahouse!au

◇ a/n ◇ so... a little background (or more like a mini story here lol)... i first discovered yuan yang (which is basically coffee mixed with tea + milk) when i first studied abroad. no idea if that was even the correct pinyin but that's what i saw on the menu so i'm going with it lol absolutely did not like it at first bc it tasted weird. but then i got a second cup… then a third… then a fourth…….. this is how addiction starts kids

while it’s not my absolute favorite and i don’t normally go for it unless i'm specifically craving for it, i thought it was a fitting title for these teahouse-related shenanigans and the 'implication' that coffee (me) and tea (zhongli) make a good drink when mixed somehow hahah

lastly, i had so much fun with this, esther!!! thank you for hosting this lovely collab therefore allowing me to have an excuse to write about my selfships more yay ALSO happy birthday!!! 🎂🎉 i hope you enjoyed reading this silly self-indulgent chonker of a writing and liked the little 🎁 i included at the very end <3

𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ⬙ 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

❦ 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ❦

zhongli learns to brew coffee from me and i learn to brew tea from him. it’s as much of a fruitful exchange as our regular bonding activity (read: him telling me stories and traditions of olden liyue and the art of tea making as i stare dreamily at the way his lips move and the soothing lilt of his voi- ok i'll stop now-).

i might have watched a little too intensively as zhongli tamps the coffee grounds because??? the veins on his hands???? they pop even more????? hskdjskdjlsdjldfhdkshd

oh that note, as he watched me try to measure the tea leaves to brew for the first time, he realized that i have a small mole at the base of my pinky. it has since then become one of his favorite spots to kiss.

zhongli mostly dresses in hanfu whenever tending to the teashop because i said i love seeing him in them it matches the aesthetic of the traditional-esque place. his hair is either down or braided with a few fresh flowers slipped in (courtesy of me hehe).

that being said, he still helps out in the funeral parlor from time to time! the parlor does need its best consultant and hu tao is practically one of our many granddaughters at this point…

if the patrons hear a loud “NAINAI YOUR FAVORITE GRANDDAUGHTER HAS ARRIVED!” they know the tea house is about the get rowdy lol

“director hu, kindly refrain from saying such things outloud, there has been a misunderstanding spreading in liyue saying about us being secretly adepti couple whose descendants are living all around the harbor-” “now now, yeye, is that how you talk to your loveliest, adorable-est granddaughter?” “……….. *sigh*”

xiao drops by every now and then because zhongli insists, and i know he obeyed because it’s the one and only rex lapis’ request, but i hope someday he does it of his own volition - that is, because he actually enjoys visiting us.

ever since we got married, he also adores selecting traditional dresses for me to wear (seems like menogias taught him a thing or two, bless him), adding them to my wardrobe collection wordlessly and only smiling when i confront him about it while wearing said new clothes. he knows my fashion sense is lacking that 80% of the time i’d rather spend my energy doing something else than clothes shopping so he takes that matter into his own hands!

lowkey also because people who know him would take one glance at the geometric patterns and color schemes of said clothes and immediately go ‘wait those patterns and accessories look familiar… oh, of course, that’s unmistakably zhongli xiansheng’s wife-’

scarves aren’t really a popular fashion choice in liyue but whenever the weather gets a little too cold, i would happily ‘bundle up’ with a self-heating, occasionally purring, golden-brown colored ‘scarf’ with a scale-like pattern around my neck.

(no, you most certainly did not see it move. move along now.)

vortex vanquisher is mounted behind the reception desk’s wall as a decoration. you know. just in case. :)

the teahouse has a few private rooms which were built over time as we were able to expand out/up. they all have different themes and we have names for (almost) all of them; ranging from liyue’s local specialties to subtle references of zhongli’s adepti friends. some popular ones include:

═ 𝑐𝑜𝑟 𝑙𝑎𝑝𝑖𝑠 room

orange/gold themed. a geologist’s dream. has a massive display case of a collection of raw cor lapis rocks along with some pretty pebbles. the pieces of furniture inside the room are made of charred sandbearer wood, the darkened brown making it a perfect complement to the bright and shiny cor lapis decors and embellishments. i think this is probably our most expensive room from the patrons’ view… (actually it isn’t, since zhongli found and mined those ‘expensive’ gems himself...)

═ 𝑔𝑙𝑎𝑧𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑙𝑦 room

soft blue/grey themed. the cozy room couples as a homage to guizhong. the bell used to call a waiter/waitress is a close replica of the cleansing bell. we also have a guzheng on display. madam ping loves this room and would help to take care of the guzheng and even play the instrument for us sometimes.

═ 𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑒 room

white/sky blue themed. there’s a huge crane art piece hung at the center of the back of the room’s walls. it's filled with a number of amusing contraptions and blueprints that to normal people's eyes, look like some kind of abstract painting. a room heavily inspired by cloud retainer’s aesthetics. most of the adepti who visit us would use this room (much to its original muse’s annoyance) because it’s located the furthest from the public seating area.

═ the 𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙 / first private room

aka the ‘confession room’. we have no idea how that label got there….... actually. no, we do. one time, a regular patron asked us to book the room so he can propose to his lover. since they’re a close friend of ours, we agreed to help him plan and decorate the whole thing…. and it made headlines in the local papers somehow. rumors then begin to spread that if you go to that specific room to propose you’ll definitely be accepted and your marriage will be blessed…

honestly, there’s nothing too special about the room. it was our very first private room that we intended to use for our private break room, so it was built smaller than the others. the decorations lean towards simple and sophisticated, and we had some of our favorite trinkets scattered all around the little area.

legend says that sometimes when the shop isn’t busy, lucky patrons would be able to hear a beautiful duet of a flute and an erhu coming from the room. though they’re not at a level of a professional musician, the melody brings peace and warmth to the wary hearts…

❦ 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞 ❦

“mei, my beloved, i’m here!!!!”

zhongli looks up from his cup of tea, blinking slowly as he tries to register the foreign-sounding voice and the words in the loud greeting. while the endearment was a familiar title attached to his wife (her close friends tend to be rather forward and affectionate, from what he observed), it didn’t sit right with him when it came from a stranger. who on earth are this lady and her companion?

as if registering his alertness, a specific 'decoration' lightly vibrates from its spot on the wall. yet it stilled the moment he heard a familiar gasp and cry of happiness from his side.

“esther!!!”

hugs, pleasantries, and excited arrows of questions are swiftly exchanged. zhongli watches the two with a soft smile before glancing at the woman’s companion, who gave him a stiff nod. their two guests seemed to be about the same age... perhaps they were lovers? no, they seemed a little too distant for that. but there was something between them - that, he could at least tell.

mei seems to have just noticed the extra company too, for she was slightly taken aback and quietly relayed the question to the woman with a confused expression and a timid, “and this is…?”

“oh, he’s just, you know, some guy.”

“’some guy’?” his wife tilts her head in question, eyes observing the man’s attire (momentarily he feels like berating the young man for dressing up so provocatively - that is until he remembered his beloved’s remarks the other day about his choice in his archon-wear), “….. oh! is he the ‘al haitham’ you’ve been writing to me in our letters-”

“MEI.”

“hm?” the silvery green strand of hair on top of said male’s head twitches as if it was a whole being by itself, “what’s this? you write about me to your friend? i’m most flattered.”

with a pair of fiery eyes and both hands on her hips, this ‘esther’ girl turned towards her friend(?), “oh, you’re most welcome. i told her about how aggravating and insufferable you are, mr.i-have-perfect-scores-on-all-my-subjects.”

“truly? and if i am so aggravating and insufferable as you say, then pray tell, what stopped you from ditching me back in sumeru city?”

“because, unfortunately, the stupid archaic liyuean language’s professor paired me up with you of all people for this project!! and there’s no way in hell i’m letting you sit idle while i do most of the work! mind you, i can definitely achieve a perfect score by myself, but the entire rainforest section of sumeru will burn to the ground before i wilfully let you coattail my achievements!”

“based on the most recent test, i doubt you could. unless your definition of a ‘perfect score’ is a mere 99.8%, to which i would have to refute, seeing as i managed to achieve a 100%.”

“oh my god i’m about to pop a blood vessel- then what about the previous test before that, huh? did you forget who got a 100% AND an extra credit for that, you arrogant little-”

“ahem. dear, why don’t you escort your guests to the glaze lily room? i’ll bring you some tea shortly,” zhongli effortlessly moves to stand behind his wife, hand comfortingly placed on her back as he smiles politely at the two. there is nothing but warmth in his gestures, but they both had clammed up, suddenly feeling like misbehaving grandchildren who were being scolded by their grandfather.

his beloved, on the other hand, appears to have found this scene amusing, despite not being one to be comfortable with conflicts in general.

“yeah, good idea- by the way, this is my husband, zhongli,” had he was in his adeptus form, his tail would’ve thumped against the floor at the proud tone in her introduction. instead, he settled with a gentle nod in this mortal body, “’li, this is esther - the one from sumeru - if you remember me talking about her-”

“of course i do. i remember everything you tell me.”

“that you do,” she softened, hand coming up to caress his jaw lightly, and he resisted the urge to follow the warmth as it retreated, touch too fleeting and brief to his liking, “i’ll wait for you in the room, then?”

“take as long as you need to catch up with your friend. i can watch the store.”

“that’s alright, we can close the shop for a bit. i want you to get acquainted with her and this… friend of hers. besides, didn’t you two say you’re here for... what, some liyuean language project? i’m quite sure my very knowledgeable husband would have some valuable input on that.”

mirth fills her expression, and the playful nudge of her elbow onto his sides made him chuckle. way to take a jab at his age, he mused.

“i am in no way as knowledgeable as the esteemed students of the sumeru akademiya, but-”

“is that true? you know this language?”

the former archon raises his eyebrows as the two men exchanged glances. though people might mistake the sudden challenge as arrogance, he can clearly see the thirst for knowledge in the clear green-red tinted eyes.

a man defined by and attracted to competency.

… ah, so that’s how it is.

“i may be a little rusty, you must understand. they are rarely used nowadays, so i am quite out of practice.”

the fingers seeking out a smaller set beside him moves in an unconscious motion, but the way the daintier appendages curl around his almost reflexively made a genuine smile bloom on his expression, “if what little of my knowledge can help, then i will gladly extend my assistance, especially to my darling wife’s treasured friends.”

“oh you,” she snorts and rubbed his arm with her free hand, “he’s being humble. you’ll see.”

“you flatter me, dear.”

esther’s grin only widened at the interaction. she gives her friend a wink and an abstract motion with her fingers, “handsome, humble, and smart? you better keep a leash on this one.”

zhongli sneaked a glance at the geo choker on her wife’s neck before moving to her dark-colored eyes. redness colors the softness of her cheek as their gaze met, and the corner of his lips twitch threateningly. she bashfully runs from his gaze to roll her eyes at her friend, before grabbing her shoulders to steer them both towards the inner hallway of the private rooms.

“hush, you. come on now, off we go!”

as the two girls launched into an excited series of chatters, zhongli exchanged one last respectful nod with the other akademiya student and silently watched as he trailed behind the two. he doesn't miss the way al haitham's tense posture lessened, the edges of his sharp eyes softening as he specifically observed his friend. it’s a familiar look. one that he’s seen several times throughout the course of his long life.

zhongli chuckles as he starts preparing the osmanthus tea for their guests, all the while thinking about the matching clothes they would have to get tailored for in the future, when the invitation to attend the older version of those akademiya students’ matrimony event inevitably reaches their mailbox.

....

he’ll give it a few years. they seemed like a rather stubborn pair.

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#genshin impact #rin selfships #zhongli #zhongrin #al haitham

[oddeyevibes]

Chapter 8: Subjugation

Summary: One of the last truths come to light.

A/N: Think I made Y/N a little harsh on Luther but Luther made me mad during that episode and rewatching it made me mad at him again lol.

Warnings? Click here!

Then

You’ve had a few nights of heartbreak during your time in this house. But nothing hit harder than when Ben broke the news to you.

Luther and Allison’s well known secret was that they were infatuated with each other. You all saw it. They did a terrible job at hiding it.

Luther tried to mask it by pretending to be caring “older” brother but you and Vanya never got the same treatment.

Allison tried to claim it was because she viewed him as a leader or some bs like that but she never treated Diego like that. In fact, whenever Luther was upset with Diego or vice versa, Allison was always Team Luther.

In fact, you all poked fun at them behind their backs. Even though you and Ben had no room to talk. To be honest, you think that’s what ate away at him.

Granted, none of your siblings ever mocked you two. At least not your face. Maybe that’s the thought that plagued Ben. Sure, he had a much better relationship with Diego and Klaus than Luther and Allison did but still.

He didn’t even know if you thought about that. He never thought to ask you. Too afraid of what the answer would be. He never went out of his way to dim your light, for lack of a better phrase.

Reality is: you never thought about it. Well, that’s not true. You did and you approached Allison about it. She was embarrassed but she gave you the words of encouragement and you viewed her as a big sister so you took her words to heart.

It never occurred to you how Ben could’ve been feeling. Only after the night where he asked you to meet him in your special place to tell you that you shouldn’t keep chasing after a romantic relationship.

You couldn’t even be mad at him. Pragmatism was a part of his charm. He didn’t want to be mocked. He didn’t want you to be mocked. He was ashamed of that being his reasoning but you never held it against him…….too much.

You were still hurt. You still cried quietly in your room. You still thought it was unfair that Luther and Allison didn’t have enough apparent shame to stop when you had to.

But you tried seeing the bright side.

After all, you could still talk to him. Hang out with him. Play with him. Joke around with him. Pine for him. Sneak out with him. All of the fun stuff that you normally did with him and the others…..minus the pining.

——✨——

Now

When you all had returned home, you were disappointed to not find Vanya there. While your brothers argued, you ran to the phone to try and get a hold of her.

The long ringing only added to the anxiety that had a hold on you. You sat there with the phone against your ear, praying that you heard Vanya.

And you did. Just not in the way you wanted.

“You’ve reached Vanya Hargreeves, please leave a message and I’ll get back to you.”

BEEEP

“Hey, Vanya…I don’t know if you…if you’re ok but we found Leonard and…I don’t wanna assume the worst, I wanna hope that you’re ok. So please, if you get this, please call.”

Your peripheral caught Five entering the room and heading towards the bar.

“Or please come back home. It’s been too much going on and I would really like if you came home and were ok and we can just salvage what’s left of this family since the apocalypse isn’t an issue anymore……….I love you and Allison is alright, she’s gonna make it. I’m sure she’ll be happy to see you.”

You calmly hung up the phone just in time to pay attention to Five pouring himself a drink.

“Take a breather, Y/N. I’m sure she’ll turn up. Need a drink?”

“I literally cannot drink right now. I mean, how can you? We don’t know who killed Leonard and they could have Vanya or worse.”

“And do you have any leads on who would have gained something from killing Leonard?”

“…outside of us? No.”

“Do you know anywhere else Leonard could’ve taken Vanya?”

“No.”

“Are you mentally prepared with digging holes and potentially finding Vanya’s body in a shallow grave?”

“Jesus Christ, Five, what the fuck?”

Five casually walked over to you with a second glass in his hand. He passed it to you. “My point is: no leads, no actions. Drink.”

You cautiously took the drink, a bit caught off guard by Five’s current casual demeanor. “O…k.”

Five went back over to his stool, soaking in his disappointment next to his….girlfriend, Dolores. The two of you sat in silence for a moment before he spoke up.

“You think we averted the apocalypse, Y/N?”

You were surprised. You haven’t really been with him for most of his escapades concerning the apocalypse until the very end.

“I’m surprised you’re asking for my opinion.”

“Why not? You catch on pretty quickly to most stuff. So?”

“Well….not sure. If you say Harold Jenkins is the cause of the apocalypse and then he goes and dies…maybe that’s the end of that. On the other hand, what if his death was…meant to happen?”

“Meant to happen?”

“Yeah like…maybe the reason they needed Harold protected was because they needed him to die on a certain day. I mean…no other commission guys came to kill us…or you to be specific.”

“So what? Now it’s the calm before the storm?”

“No. It could be the calm before the storm. But it could also not be.”

There was a moment of silence before Five let out a defeated sigh. “Now we wait…” he muttered.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Five got up and went to answer the door. You couldn’t hear much of the conversation outside of hearing the word sister which prompted you to get up and see who was there only to be met with the sight of Five letting in a big man with a suit on.

The suit was familiar but the face was not.

“Who the hell is this, Five?”

Five motioned a finger between you and the man. “Y/N, Hazel. Hazel, Y/N.” And he walked on.

The man—Hazel—offered a polite but nervous smile, leaving you more confused.

“Hi??” You cautiously waved back.

“Last time we met my…ex-partner and I.”

“Shot up the place? Ohhhhhhh…..K.”

You walked into the living room and walked over to Five. Hazel casually followed suit.

“Five, why is he here?”

“I dunno…” Five swiveled around on the seat. “Why are you here, Hazel? Here to kill me?” He gestured in your direction. “And, by extension, my sister?”

“Me?”

“No witnesses.” Five responded casually.

“None of that.” Hazel replied. “I can understand why you might feel that way. There’s not much I can do about the past. I do wanna just mention that it is an honor to be talking to you. That job you did in Calhoun, that shit’s legendary—”

“Why are you here, Hazel?” Five repeated with a firmer tone.

“Well—” Hazel started to talk before you felt yourself being pulled back by Diego and witnessed him launch a kick into Hazel’s side, knocking him over.

“Diego, stop!” Five shouted, only to be ignored when Diego flipped over Hazel and kicked him in the face as the assassin tried to stand.

The two begin to fight each other.

“Diego, that’s enough!” You tried, only to be ignored as well.

Five casually fiddled with his straw. “You know, before you kill him, you might wanna hear what he has to say.”

Once the two were upright, Diego pulled out a knife. “I’m gonna kill you for what you did to Patch.”

“Or don’t. See how that goes.”

You let out a heavy sigh and stood next to Five watching the brutal scrap. Filled with stabs to the thigh, punches square to the face and Diego’s desperate attempts to knock over his bigger opponent.

It would be exciting if this all didn’t feel…exhausting to watch. Especially when you still had Vanya to look for.

Hazel wrapped Diego into a bear hug only for Diego to counter with a harsh bite to his ear, Hazel letting out a painful yell in response.

Five, deciding he had enough, blinked out of sight before appearing behind Diego and smashing a glass over his head, knocking him unconscious.

“I draw the line at biting.” Five stated as Hazel collected himself. “Hazel, whatever you came here to say, I suggest you make it quick…before he comes around.”

“I left my partner, quit the Commission, and came to volunteer.”

“For what?”

“To help stop the apocalypse. I have a vested interest in a doughnut shop.”

“Oh that…” You started. “Yeah, I don’t think that’s happening anymore.”

“What?” Hazel asked in disbelief.

“What she said. You’re a day late and a dollar short.”

“Meaning?”

“Meaning the fact that you’re here right now means, without a shadow of a doubt, that the apocalypse is over.”

“Really? How do you know?”

“The mark…is dead. Found him this morning. You were the last known unknown in the equation.”

Hazel let out a chuckle. “Shit. Really?”

You nodded. “Really.”

“And if you’re out, then Hellrider ain’t riding.”

“Oh…” Hazel let out a relieved but exhausted breath. All of the hype and resolve he built up just…gone but he was happy about that. “Alright!”

He walked over to the bar and took a drink of what was left in the blender. A deep sigh escaped from his body as you went back over to the phone, minding Diego as you did, and waited for a hopeful call from Vanya as Five and Hazel talked.

The only aspect of the conversation that caught your attention was when Five looked back at Diego and then at you.

“I guess I would have grown up to be an emotionally stunted man-child like everyone else around here.”

“I heard that.” You called out. “And I am NOT emotionally stunted, I’ve just got a few issues.”

“Stemming from what Y/N?” Five joked.

“……..shut up.”

“Well, there you go. Now you can grow up.” Hazel suggested before standing up. “Good luck.” Hazel was about to walk out of the room before Five called out to him.

“One more thing before you go.”

“Shoot.”

“Which one of you was the trigger man for Detective Patch?”

“Trigger woman.”

Five sighed. “That’s too bad. That gun would’ve cleared my brother’s name.”

“Well, today’s your lucky day, amigo.” Hazel then pulled two guns out of his back pockets and placed them on the bar. “Take’em both. I’m done with this life.”

The former Commission assassin then walked off out of the house.

“I’m gonna go to my room for a nap.” You spoke, before walking off.

——✨——

You probably would’ve been heartbroken to see the state Vanya was currently in. A shaken and traumatized state as she stared blankly at her violin. The previous events played vividly in her mind.

The way she killed Leonard. It only struck her how excessive it was afterwards. Maybe he deserved, yeah, but Vanya had never done something so…violent……

‘Allison…’ she thought.

All the while her messages played and it felt like mockery from the normal life she has undoubtedly left behind. The life where she was the only one of her siblings to not have powers.

The life where she felt more comfortable slumped in the shadows while everyone else shined. The life that was no more and she never thought she’d yearn for it so much.

She had thought she made peace with it before because she had seen the mental toll it had taken on the rest of you. How you all yearned for your father’s approval in your own ways and it grew into these monsters that held on tightly to all of you like leeches.

As if to make matters worse, the next voicemail was from Allison.

“Hey, Vanya, it’s me. I just wanted to…things have gotten so messed up. All I ever wanted was to be a good sister to you. Guess I pretty much failed at that. But you need to call me, okay? I love you sis.”

The sound of Allison’s next being sliced open by Vanya’s own hands playing on a punishing loop as she remembered the stunned look on her sister’s face, realizing what had happened to her.

The image had done a good job of seeing itself into her mind as Vanya chanted ‘I’m sorry’ over and over again, in a naive attempt to wish she could just turn back time.

“Next message.”

“Hey, Vanya…I don’t know if you…if you’re ok but we found Leonard and…I don’t wanna assume the worst, I wanna hope that you’re ok. So please, if you get this, please call. Or please come back home. It’s been too much going on and I would really like if you came home and were ok and we can just salvage what’s left of this family since the apocalypse isn’t an issue anymore……….I love you and Allison is alright, she’s gonna make it. I’m sure she’ll be happy to see you.”

Vanya looked back at the answering machine. While she didn’t want to admit to herself, a part of her shut down the voice that spoke down to her and replaced it with something else…there was hope.

Hope that she had not been completely excommunicated from her family. Hope that Allison can forgive her. Hope that this could all be casted aside as a bad dream.

Hope that she can come home into warm and welcoming arms.

In a terrible twist of fate, she’ll be both right and wrong.

——✨——

You were awoken from your nap with a rumble. Some trinkets and other decor rattled while others fell to their destruction. Dust being pulled from their corners and fluttering down like snow before everything stopped.

‘What the hell was that?’

You weren’t the only one who realized the mild earthquake was happening as Klaus exited his own room at the same time.

“Glowbug, you felt that too, right?”

“Yeah?”

Klaus let out an exhausted huff. “Something tells me we can’t ignore this.”

——✨——

Neither of you were prepared for the sight of Vanya locked away in a soundproof room under the house. She was in distress and this nagging feeling of Deja Vu coming from you was not helping the situation.

“You locked up our sister because you think she has powers?” Diego was in a state of disbelief.

He’s seen Luther make some stupid decisions but this took the cake.

Klaus had never thought ANY of his siblings would do something…like this.

And you?

Well, you were pissed.

“Luther, this isn’t funny. Let her out of there.”

He gave you a woeful look. “I can’t do that, Y/N.”

“Yes you can! She’s terrified!”

“Pogo told me.”

“And you don’t think he was lying?”

“Why would he lie about something like this?”

“He lied about knowing what happened to dad, clearly nothing’s off the table when it comes to him honoring dad’s fucked up wishes, Luther!”

Diego had surveyed the entire room. “Why would they hide something like this from us?”

“He hid so much from us.” Klaus let out.

“He hid it because he was afraid…of her.”

“Oh, that’s ridiculous.”

“Is it? Dad’s lied about everything else. Why is this so far-fetched?”

“If you’re right, then maybe she’s the one who killed Peabody.”

“And cut Allison’s throat.”

You rolled your eyes as Klaus chimed in. “Whoa, no. Let’s…I just—Sorry, just…let’s go back, all right? This is Vanya we’re talking about. Our sister! The one who always cried when we stepped on ants as kids.”

“Yeah, I know. I know it’s difficult to accept—”

“It’s not difficult to accept, it’s impossible to accept.” Klaus shouted.

“No, he’s right.” Diego backed Klaus up, turning back to Luther. “Look, we can’t keep her locked up without proof.”

Luther was shocked. “Wh-what more proof do you need?”

“Why don’t we just open the door and ask her?” Klaus suggested.

“Thank you!” You walked over to the door but were quickly stopped by Luther when he gently grabbed your arm.

“She’s not going anywhere.”

“No, even if you’re right, she needs our help, and we can’t do that if she’s locked in a cage.”

“Thank you!”

“Yeah, and for all we know, she might be struggling with this new power. I mean, it must be scary—terrifying—really to discover that you can do something that you never thought you could do.”

“Look, if what Pogo told me is even half true, then she is not just a danger to us…”

“If we help her, she’s not gonna be a danger to anyone!” You tried to get through to Luther.

Your eyes looked past Luther and everyone else followed your gaze, seeing Allison walking down the dim hall.

“Allison, what are you doing down here? You should be in bed.”

Allison scribbled on the notepad, “let her go”.

Luther shook his head. “I can’t do that. She hurt you.”

You sent a glare Luther’s way. ‘Is that really what all of this is about?’

Allison flipped to a new page, scribbling again, “my fault”

“I’m sorry but she’s staying put.”

Allison tried walking past him only to be stopped.

“Just until we know what we’re dealing with.”

She tried pushing past him again but she was stopped once more.

When everyone else saw that Luther was adamant about this and not keen on moving for anyone, not even Allison. They gave up. Klaus took hold of you and guided you along.

“Klaus—”

“Come on, we can sneak down here later when he’s not looking.” He whispered.

You glanced back watching Allison grow frustrated with Luther before turning away and walking with Klaus back up.

——✨——

There was heavy tension in the house. Allison wasn’t speaking to Luther, which meant that Luther was prowling around , keeping watch in the halls. He knew that you would try to sneak in whenever he wasn’t looking.

As evident when he caught you red-handed with a tray of food. He stood from your mother’s seat, shaking his head.

“No.”

“What? Is Vanya eating a danger to us all too?”

“I’m trying to protect us.”

“No, you’re trying to protect Allison.”

“I’m trying to protect all of us.”

“No, you’re not and I would appreciate it if you didn’t insult me by implying anything different. You didn’t even bother asking either of them what happened and you couldn’t even respect Allison in her decision.”

“Y/N—”

“Let me ask you something: if anyone else got their throat slit would you have cared this much?”

“Why do you always have to turn everything into an argument? Why do you always make everyone else the bad guy?”

You placed the tray down and pointed an accusing finger at him. “You see, that’s your problem. I don’t need to make you the bad guy. You’re doing a damn good job of it on your own. Dad lied to us about this, you think Vanya knew? Did you even ask her what happened? You know she probably didn’t even mean it. You’re making it worse by keeping her in there.”

“Y/N, what if it had been you? Think about Ben.”

You crossed your arms. “Don’t bring Ben into this.”

“You think if you were in Allison’s shoes, he would’ve been ok with Vanya…being just—”

“Vanya is not a monster. What gives you the right to act like she is?”

You had said those words without really thinking of the possible connotations. One that Luther picked up on as he stood tall.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He asked.

Maybe in a better state of mind. You would’ve clarified but at the moment, you felt he didn’t deserve that. “You tell me.”

BOOM

The house shook with a fury as a muffled boom caught both of you off guard. You turned to Luther who had a look of terrified realization.

“Oh god…”

At first you thought maybe intruders until the thought hit you. “Vanya.”

#tua fic #sparrow ben hargreeves x reader #ben hargreeves x y/n #Ben hargreeves/reader #ben hargreeves x reader #flourescent fic

[aprillikesthings]

YOOO time for more she-ra rewatch

lolol at myself bc when I opened Netflix it was clear I'd left it paused right at the end of that sword-dragging scene eheheheheheh

so I watched it again

ahem, anyway

s1 ep 10, the beacon

my headphones aren't buzzing this time, thank fuck

(lol I got real distracted during this one)

oh right they all think Entrapta's dead

Also ADORA STOP

I mean I can't blame any of them for feeling that way

lol and then I got distracted and wrote a bit on my fic--I got some ideas at work today and wanted to pursue them.

and by "ideas" I mean I suddenly thought "hey remember that one bad breakup when you were 23, how the weekend after when you were alone in the house you cried so hard you worried you couldn't stop and started to panic and hyperventilate, and it only ended because a friend called to check on you? you should put that in the fic :D"

back now.

I dunno if they meant to do this, but to me it looks like Adora's WAY more upset than Glimmer and Bow are. I know part of it is her blaming herself.

yeah that's not good

"I'll recharge, stop glitching, and my mom never has to know :)" that's not how that works bb but okay

(hordak is speaking here)

And...that's a good point. She-Ra is even more dangerous than Hordak thought before, because she was part of the Horde and knows a LOT about them.

BAHAHAH I WAS WAITING FOR THIS

So this is one of the episodes I watched the first time with Daci over rabb.it. (That was actually our first "date," which is THE MOST LESBIAN THING EVER. Literally watching She-Ra online together in voice chat because we were long-distance.)

And I know this because I made a joke post about it to tumblr referencing K/DA, my fandom obsession at the time. That was on April 30th, 2019. I think that was the day Daci bought the plane tickets for their first visit. They moved in with me less than a year after that first visit.

Okay I looked up that date in our discord chats and

EIGHT HOURS lolol okay we watched the show the day before I made the post. Also Daci had just bought the plane tickets I was right-- that visit was the last weekend in June.

We'd been flirting for months but I didn't actually believe Daci was serious about it until they bought the plane tickets. And then the NEXT WEEKEND after watching she-ra and Daci buying those tickets my dad had a brain hemorrhage and we took him off life support a few days after that, and Daci and I started video chatting EVERY DAY because I was alone in the house and off work for two weeks of bereavement leave.

ANYWAY OFF TOPIC

Fuck one of my keys is acting up and the the paintbrush I use to dig under my keys to fix it is upstairs where Daci is sleeping, if I drop any r's that's why

I mean that seems fair. Also: Emily!!!

I'm trying to suppress how hard this is making me laugh and FAILING

Also her nose is wiggling omggg

Did you know it's canon that Catra is entirely covered in hair like an actual cat? Or at least it's "word of God" via the showrunners on twitter. But outside of fan art by furries nooooobody includes that. Especially not in fic. Which is fine. Because I personally do not want to write that. Her ears are fuzzy, the marks on her arms are just birth marks, but the hair on her body is just normal human body hair and that's it.

THAT SAID I think I've only read one fic that intentionally included her sense of smell being stronger, and it was referenced in ONE LINE for smutty reasons eheheheheheh

Anyway it's this fic and it's by a friend and it's good

SURPRISE!

Catra's expression is so often some variation on "...the fuck?"

Literally read a fic last week with a scene about how getting ill in the Horde was a good way to end up dead from a combination of bad nutrition/healthcare and being a victim of bullies but I cannot remember which fic it was

NO WAIT it's this one I think. I've still got two chapters to go reading that fic because I've been intentionally savoring it, the character stuff is just SO GOOD and it's just such the opposite of my own writing style. (But it's also the fic that has a scene of "Adora has a nightmare and injures Catra in her sleep," and I really hope nobody thinks I copied it considering I wrote mine before I read it in their fic, aaugh)

oh god there's a gif I can't find of a guy pressing his lips together like he's trying not to laugh and then looking at the camera and if you know the one: that one

Entrapta and her lack of ability to understand personal space or normal boundaries is just so great but also the phrase "another woman's tail" is just perfection

Yeah yeah I know Catra's being a manipulative little shithead here but also if I were to meet Entrapta and she didn't mind I would absolutely be twisting her hair CONSTANTLY just like I do my own

the weird noises she's making must've been so much fun to voice-act

So like, the whispering woods are like that one forest the hobbits walk through in the book version of lord of the rings where the trees keep like, closing in on them?

DEEP SIGH

that's the name of a g-idle song

oh right I see what's going to happen here

DO YOU THO

DO YOU

she's trying to comfort Shadow Weaver after immediately insulting her, bc of course she is

DIE, BITCH

"I was hard on you, I won't deny it; and I won't apologize. I just wanted to prepare you for the world. I just wanted you to be strong. :(" BULL FUCKING SHIT

well, for a given definition of "strong"

oh shit

Yeah that's a weird thing to bond over but okay

I dunno why they did the cute little fangie thing here but I'm not complaining

Okay so her face is stupid here (couldn't get a screenshot that included the caption and not the terrible face) BUT she really leaned into the sexy voice for this one and I made a noise and my laptop nearly slid to the floor pfft

#april rewatches spop #the beacon #april writes #<- bc I mentioned the fic

[theloveinc]

Catie, this has been giving me brain rot but I need to pawn it off on someone to make it leave.

Okay, so. I want to say "No" to Bakugou.

No, but listen. So he's been pining, right? Working up the nerve to ask you out because the first time you sassed him he fell head over heels in love. And you've been flirting back, so he's feeling pretty confident about this since there's been a back and forth for a good while (weeks? months? years?) between you two.

So he's like "Oi, you wanna get dinner or somethin'?" But you're dealing with your own stuff - maybe a bad date, or you didn't get a promotion at work, or you have a big project you have to focus on, or you're moving apartments, or maybe he just caught you on a bad day (spilled your coffee on your shirt, lost your keys, sank ankle deep into a mud puddle, etc). Regardless, you don't even spare him a glance, when you say "No."

And just ugh 😩 He's left dumbfounded and he leaves to go sulk, trying to figure out where he went wrong, when really you just don't have the time or the energy right now.

At some point down the road (days? weeks? months?) after still being kind to you and flirting with you (because he's not going to give up on you that easily, or even just get over you that easily), he tries again and this time you say "Yes." 😊

Okay byyyyyyeeeee

Anon......... the fact that you still want to brainrot with me🙇🏼‍♀️🙇🏼‍♀️🙇🏼‍♀️ THANK YOU!!!

Can I just tell you how much I literally ADORE this, too? I feel like you read my mind, too, as just the other day I was thinking about how I'm wayyy too busy for a bf/gf right now... so this is truly the perfect fantasy🥺

BUT ARGHH LKSAJDFAKSD... it's funny but it's also not, you know?He's too wrapped up in worrying how you'll take a confession to realize how hectic your life is....... and you turn him down because you just... can't deal with anything else on your plate (maybe because you don't realize his intentions + know you're not free, don't think it's serious, or are tired, spacey, grumpy... anything, really.)

But I'm also thinking about... Bakugo sulking over this BIG TIME (full on, spending entire weekends drowning in work or being sad on his couch, only moving when Kiri drags him around)... before slowly realizing just how busy + tired you actually are the few times he does stop to see + chat with you.

He starts getting worried; watching you run around trying to tackle work, all your shit at home, your emotions, chores, AND very normal slip-ups, like you said, anon....... and something just hits him, you know? And he feels like such an ass for trying to ask you out when you have so many other things worry about that aren't... him and how much he likes you LOL.

Anyway, he immediately goes from still being kinda miffed to like, wanting to help you out. Doesn't even care that you turned him down anymore, he just needs to make things easier for you again so you can (at least) start being his cheerful friend again🥺

(It's also making chuckle to think about, maybe a couple weeks later... telling Kiri + Denki, or maybe even Deku + Todoroki, that he was rejected by you... except they just stare at him kinda confused and go, "but... isn't y/n super busy right now? Like........ too busy for dates and stuff?"

And he's just: *tik tok sound* OBVIOUSLY I DIDN'T KNOW!!!)

...or you tell the girls about how you feel bad you had to turn him down for dinner, and they're like "y/n... he was asking you on a date..."

AND IT'S THE SAME RESPONSE LMAOOO...)

But anyway, don't wanna take your idea from you but... Bakugo goes from pining to doing errands with you + cleaning your house (and we could spend a long time talking about all the sweet moments the flirting comes naturally when he's helping you with something)....... TO finally asking you out again, when he KNOWS for sure the time is right...

And it's just the sweetest thing to know that he's been waiting for Y-O-U for so long and he's gonna support you through thick and thin, whether you have time for him (or coffee on your shirt) or not.

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I love you, anon! Thank you so much for this!!!

#bakugo #ugh sorry if i changed it too much #I WAS PROJECTING LMAOOOO #i really didn't focus on the saying no thing asdfjkaksd #but i didn't want to like... repeat what u said or overshadow that part of it #BC SO TRUE #as we all know... im very rusty at this #but it was a lot of fun #i am hugging u berry tightly #also the thought of u and bakugo in casual clothes and flirting while he helps u out with something at ur house #and ur kinda embarrassed cuz u turned him down but he doesnt seem to mind ? and still smiles all big when u laugh #and calls ur ugly slippers names #UGH IDKKKKK #but WAHHHHH i wanna put this in my mouth #caitie things #caitie answers #anon #queue