#said I didn’t. she later admitted when we had that argument that she felt like I wouldn’t leave her alone and actually got in her space a l

[cosmiclily]

.ᐟ track two: just doin’ to waste more time on the couch

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Today was like every other Friday night. I had just gotten back from my evening class, exhausted, and as I walked into our apartment, the familiar sight of Vi greeted me. She was sprawled on the couch, her arms draped casually over the back, looking entirely too comfortable.

“Thought you’d be out by now,” I said, locking the door behind me and slipping off my shoes. “Didn’t you have a party or something?”

“Trying to get rid of me already?” she teased, stretching her arms above her head before sitting up straight, her eyes flickering back to her phone. “I was supposed to go to some girl’s house, but she canceled. Something about her parents being in town.”

“Who is the unfortunate soul of the week?” I ask lightly, masking the bitterness that threatened to creep into my voice. Like I wanted to know her latest fling, like knowing who she was fucking didn’t make me want throw myself off our balcony.

“Just some girl from one of my classes,” she said with a shrug. “She’s in a sorority. Was trying to get us into one of their parties.”

“Don’t use me as an excuse for your hookups,” I shot back as I headed into the kitchen. “You know I hate parties.” I opened the fridge, looking for something quick and easy to make. Today’s lecture had been brutal—our ancient professor talking on and on about the anatomy of the human brain in a voice so soft and slow it could have put a hyperactive toddler to sleep. “Do you want anything specific for dinner? I’m starving and just survived a lecture from hell.”

“I’m not using you as an excuse for my hookups,” Vi said, leaning her elbows on the counter, her grin wide and infuriating. “I just think you should live a little, you know? What are your college years for if not to get drunk and regret it later?”

I raised an eyebrow at her, unimpressed. “You seriously think that’s a good argument?”

She laughed, the sound warm and effortless. “I’m just saying. You’re too uptight sometimes.” Her eyes softened a little. “But hey, if you’re tired, how about I cook?”

I blinked. “You? Cook? The person who once burnt noodles?”

Vi put a hand to her chest, feigning offense. “Hey! That was only one time! You have no faith in me.”

“None,” I deadpanned, though my lips quirked up in a small smile.

“Well, fine,” she said, crossing her arms and leaning back against the counter. Her white tank top drawing attention to her toned biceps, and I could see the faint outline of her nipple piercings through the fabric. My stomach twisted in a way that had nothing to do with hunger. God, I hated her so much.

“How about this?” she said, snapping me out of my thoughts. “We order pizza. That way, no one has to suffer my cooking or your exhaustion.”

“Pizza sounds good,” I agreed.

Vi grabbed her phone and started scrolling. “Pepperoni and extra cheese, right? Or do you want to try something new?”

I glanced at her, my heart doing that stupid thing where it skipped a beat when she smiled. “Pepperoni’s fine” I said, my voice steadier than I felt.

She placed the order, and as she leaned back against the counter again, I caught her watching me out of the corner of her eye. “You’re really not gonna come to a party with me, huh?”

I shook my head, smirking. “Probably not.”

Vi sighed dramatically. “One day, I’ll drag you out of this apartment and into the real world. Just you wait.”

“Good luck with that,” I said, rolling my eyes, though deep down, a small part of me wished I could be the person she thought I should be—the person who wasn’t terrified of being too close to her, of losing what little I had.

After the pizza arrived, we settled onto the couch and started watching a movie. As we ate, I couldn’t help but think about our sleepovers when we were younger. My mom would make popcorn and order pizza, and we’d wait for her to fall asleep so we could watch horror movies behind her back. We’d stay up until sunrise, too scared to sleep, even though Violet would never admit she was scared. She’d always say, “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you if the demon from the movie comes after us,” as if her words could somehow make us invincible.

I smiled at the thought, the memory of us together on the couch, our eyes wide with fear but not daring to show it. Things had changed since then, but in some ways, they hadn’t. It was comforting, like we were still those two kids who shared everything.

Vi’s voice interrupted my thoughts. “I know you just said you wouldn’t go to a party with me, but there’s one tomorrow, and since you don’t like going out with me cause I “always leave you alone”, I invited Jinx and Ekko. I figured I’d make it a group thing. Besides, They can keep you company if you’re too miserable to have fun.”

I didn’t exactly hate going out with her. It wasn’t that. It was just... well, the thought of her hooking up with someone at a party, the thought of her being all over someone else while I watched from the sidelines, made my stomach turn. I knew she didn’t owe me anything, that she was free to do whatever she wanted, but that didn’t mean I had to subject myself to watching it. I’d rather avoid the heartache if I could.

I took a slow breath as i picked the crust from the discarded pizza box and said, “I don’t know, Vi. You know how I feel about those things.”

Vi rolled her eyes, clearly trying to be playful, but I could tell there was a hint of concern behind her teasing. “You act like I’m going to drag you into some wild hookup situation. It’s just a party. Come on, you need to have a little fun.”

I hesitated, the conflict swirling inside me. I didn’t want to go and watch her with someone else, but I didn’t want to say no either, not to her. Not when she was asking.

“I’ll think about it,” I finally said, hoping it was enough of an answer to let her drop the subject for the night.

She looked at me, her blue eyes flickering with something I couldn’t quite place. “Fine, but you owe me.”

I laughed, but it felt a little hollow. “Yeah, sure. I’ll owe you one.”

As we settled in to watch one last movie, my mind kept drifting to the same thought over and over: how I was letting my feelings get in the way of living my life. I never regretted meeting Violet or becoming her friend, but I did regret being stupid enough to catch feelings for the only friend I had. Stupid enough to let those feelings dictate my actions, my choices, my entire life. The truth was, I was angry at myself. I’d never been a party girl or a social butterfly, and the idea of getting drunk and accidentally confessing my feelings to Vi—or doing something even worse—made my chest tighten with panic.

I glanced over at her, and for a moment, the weight of everything seemed to fade. She had drifted to sleep, her head resting against the armrest, her lips parted just slightly. I couldn’t help but observe her, taking in every little detail: the freckles scattered across the bridge of her nose, how they dotted her cheeks, the long lashes framing her closed eyes, the scar on her lip. I thought about how much I wanted to trace it with my finger, to just touch her and see if that would make the feelings go away. She looked so peaceful and delicate, the complete opposite of what she showed on a daily bases. It felt almost criminal how beautiful she was.

I shook my head at myself, letting out a quiet sigh. What is wrong with you?

I nudged her shoulder lightly. “Vi, wake up. You need to go to your bed,” I whispered, trying not to disturb her too much.

She groaned, her brows knitting together, the sleepiness evident on her face. “No, wanna sleep here…” she mumbled, tugging at my sleeve like a child reluctant to leave the warmth of comfort.

I sighed, trying to hold back a smile at how cute she looked. “You’ll have a backache tomorrow if you keep sleeping like that” I said softly.

“Worth it” she muttered, settling deeper into her position, clearly not planning on getting up anytime soon.

I couldn’t help but laugh under my breath, watching her stubbornly try to get more comfortable. Part of me just wanted to let her stay there, to keep her close, but I knew she needed to sleep properly if she wanted to avoid a sore back the next day.

“Come on, Vi,” I said gently, nudging her again. “If you go to sleep in your own bed, I’ll go to that party with you.”

That seemed to catch her attention. She opened one eye, peeking at me with suspicion. “Are you serious?” she asked, her voice still thick with sleep.

I nodded reluctantly, unsure if I was making the right choice. She sat up slowly and raised her pinky toward me —just like we used to do when we were kids.

“Pinky promise?” she asked suspiciously.

“Yes, pinky promise,” I replied, matching the smile that had formed on her face as I interlocked our pinkies together.

“Okay, now I will go to sleep,” she said with a satisfied grin, as if she had won a battle, before stumbling off toward her room.

I watched her go, feeling a strange mix of relief and discomfort. I had agreed to go to the party with her, but now that it was settled, I couldn’t shake the feeling in the pit of my stomach.

As I took my shower and settled into bed for the night, my mind wouldn’t stop racing. I lay there, staring at the ceiling, thinking about everything. “What am I doing with my life?” I asked myself, the question echoing in my head, unanswered.

Maybe going to the party wouldn’t be such a big deal. Maybe it would give me a chance to breathe, to live a little outside the confines of my own thoughts. But deep down, I knew it wasn’t that simple. It never was when it came to Vi.

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album - track one - track three

notes: i’ll probably take a while to update bc i only had these two chapters ready, but i’ll try my best to not take too long lol

what are your thoughts so far? do you think something will happen at the party? 🥸

[phantom-0-writer]

Tim stepped cleanly inside the room, and carefully shut the door behind him after checking if anyone was in the hallway. “What are you-” Danny started confused. Tim was acting very unusually right now. 

“I’m Red Robin.” He said.

Danny stared at him for a few seconds. Tim had expected him to be more shocked, Danny wasn’t like Damian and Bruce in the aspect of holding back his reactions. He watched Danny carefully and noticed that he wasn’t even surprised at all. 

His shoulder shifted a little, and a look passed in his eyes. He was relieved. That didn’t make any sense unless, “You knew.”

It made an irrevocable amount of sense. The stupid excuses he didn’t question, the easy slide bys on things that didn’t add up. Tim had wondered why Danny never brought it up with any of them. He was always quick to call bullshit on things but conveniently never on their mission cover ups. 

“Yeah.” He admitted quietly, findling with the small screwdriver in his hand.

“Why didn’t you say something before?” Tim asked. He felt a little ridiculous about it all now, “How long have you known?” Tim’s mind went back to the dining room argument from last night and he rolled through it in his head. “Wait, Jason knows you know, doesn’t he?” Tim blurted, “That why he- why didn’t I realize this sooner?” 

“I mean I know you guys can’t just tell whoever you want. It’s a secret identity for a reason. You guys didn’t want me to know. So I acted like I didn’t.” Danny shrugged. “I figured it out when Dick and Bruce were in Amity, and yeah, Jason knows. He also knows I’m Phantom. Cass knows too- not the Phantom thing. Or maybe she does, I don't know.”

“You knew the whole time?” Tim balked. All the effort they put in to hide the proof before he came, and he knew the whole time. Wait, did he say- “You’re Phantom?” Tim practically yelled. 

Danny blinked at him, “I thought you knew that.” He pointed the end of the screw driver at him, “Why were you guys so okay with him being in the cave then?” 

“We thought he was Thomas Jr.” Tim threw his hands up, rethinking his entire career choice. “I mean, yeah he was in Amity with you, but we figured it was like a guardian ghost thing since the time Dick met him that one time when you got lost or something he was the one- holy shit, you were following them the whole time weren’t you.” 

“You thought Thomas was Phantom?” Danny laughed, finding this ridiculous. 

“Isn’t that how supernatural stuff works or something. Like, you guys are linked because you were switched with each other and because you were with the family he was supposed to be with so he turned into a protective spirit to, like, watch over you or something.” 

Danny's look of appalment only deepened as Tim continued explaining. “Who told you that?” 

“I mean we just kinda figured it out ourselves based on past experiences.” 

“Past experience?” 

“With supernatural stuff the right conclusion is always the most unexpected and slightly irrational one.”

Danny snorted at that. “That is a really bad rule of thumb.” 

“Right, then explain how you’re the ghost Phantom when you’re also human and alive Danny.” Tim crossed his arms. He was trying really hard not to over analyze that right. Did that mean Danny was dead or that Phantom was alive? How could he be both? Well according to Schrödinger's theory- not now Tim. He should make a new file for this later and then he’d think about it. Alone. In his room where he could properly freak out over this. 

“Touche.” Danny clearly thought this was funny so no need to put a damper on the mood. Especially after everything that already happened. 

This information changed a lot of things. Tim would have to refer this back to the Fenton-Masters case. What about Damian? Did he know Danny was Phantom? Probably not, considering none of them had, apparently aside from Jason. It would be almost impossible for Tim to not tell him that since they were supposed to be working it together. Tim wasn’t sure how he would take the information. Not only that, but gave a new scope to the vultures that had attacked and the monster that had showed up from the pits. 

Later. File. Many lists. 

“Do you want to come to Mt. Justice?” Tim asked him. 

“Like the museum?”

“Yes and no. It’s also the Young Justice base. It’s top secret and no ones supposed to know about it.” 

“What! Then why are you telling me?” 

“Do you wanna go or not?” 

“Is that even allowed?”

“Definitely not.”

Danny raised a brow. “Then we can’t go?”

“It’s far but we can just take the jet. It’s like 30 minutes tops. We could take the zeta-tubes but then Bruce would find out you took the zeta-tubes and then we’d be fucked. Well, mostly me. But still.” 

“Wouldn’t he find out we took the jet then?”

“He wouldn’t know you were on the jet. It’s not weird for me to be going there since it is my team.”

“What if we get in trouble?”

“We’ll only get in trouble if we get found out.” Tim shrugged, “Do you want to go or not?”

Danny considered it for a moment before a grin tipped his face. “Yeah.”

“Sweet.” Tim reached for his phone only not realizing he didn’t have it. “I’ll let them know we’ll be coming around. They’re all already there. Tell Alfred you’ll be going out with some friends and then come meet me at Drake Manor.”

Danny seemed to embrace the situation now, forgoing his earlier hesitance. “I’ll wrap up some stuff. I should do breakfast too so Alfred doesn’t think anything is up. I’ll give you a heads up before I’m out the door. I’ll take my bike.” 

“Take the long way round since the Manor’s in the opposite direction of the city.” 

Danny nodded. “What about you?” he asked. 

“No one’s gonna ask if I go in costume.” Tim shrugged, “Speaking of costume…” Tim turned to where he knew the wardrobe to be, “Let me see your clothes.” He opened the double doors in the bathroom where the closest would be and blinked at the largely empty room. “Where are the rest of your clothes?” He asked. Danny looked confused by that, “Oh,” Tim realized, “You used a second closet. Smart. Is it in the lab?” 

 “No, Tim.” He said, pacing his words, “These are all my clothes.” 

“Oh. Why?”

“This is a normal amount of clothes to own.” 

“But it’s like barely covering a fourth of your closet. And that’s only because everything is so spread apart.” 

“That's because the closest is the size of a literal barn. Why on Earth would I need that many clothes?”

“I thought Bruce gave you an allowance?” 

“He did.” 

“Is it not enough?” 

Danny balked at him. “Did you ask to see my closet just to make fun of me?” He huffed. 

“I’m not making fun, I’m concerned.” Tim said genuinely. Did Danny not feel comfortable asking for things? It must be because they were keeping so many secrets and he thought they didn’t trust him. This clearly ran deeper than Tim originally thought. 

Danny shoved his hand in Tim’s face, pushing him back. “Can we get back to the point?”

“Right.”

--- later ---

“Give it back!” 

“No, I had it first!

“Nu-uh. I just put it down for like two seconds when you grabbed it.” 

“You were gone for the whole round.” 

“Where’s the controller you had before?” 

“It died.” 

“There's a bunch of other ones in the drawer.” 

“You can have one from there, then.” 

“No! I want the one I had back.” Tim insisted. 

“No.” Danny moved so he couldn’t reach it. 

“That controller is player 1, so give it back.” 

“Exactly why I’m not giving it back.” 

“Why would you be player 1?”

Danny looked so smug at that, “If you recall, I’m actually older than you which gives me sovereign right over player 1.” He said pushing Tim away. 

“That doesn’t even mean anything!” 

“Ah, to be young and naive.” 

“Fuck you.” Tim said, tackling him off the sofa. 

“What on God’s green Earth is going on here?” Cass asked, returning from their small intermission for snacks. 

Bart rushed up to join her. “Is Danny winning?” 

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No you're not! Give it back.” 

“Get off me.”

Kon was the last to come onto the site. “Guys.” He said seriously, “Superman’s coming. And there’s someone with him.”

Tim stopped trying to strangle Danny, sharing a look of panic with his team. 

“So?” Danny asked, confused.

“Danny, you're not supposed to be here.” Tim hissed at him. “Shit. How do we hide you from Superman?” 

“It was nice knowing you.” Kon said with a sarcastic smile. 

“How far is he?” Cassie asked. 

“He’ll be here in like two minutes.” 

“I’ll hide under the couch, he probably won’t look under there.” Danny offered. 

“He can hear your heartbeat.” 

Danny smiled widely. “I got it covered.” He said, pulling himself into the small space.

Bart giggled in excitement. 

“How-”

Kon gave a silent sign that Superman was here, sending a confused look towards the couch Danny had slid under. Tim’s phone buzzed with a notification. 

Just then, “Konner?” Clark called from the Mission Room. 

The team shared a silent look. They’d just have to trust Danny had this covered. 

“We’re in here.” Bart called even though Clark would already know that.

Tim put up two fingers to silently ask Kon if there was someone else with him. He received an affirmative. This was a horrible day for prospective teammate introductions. 

“Hey guys.” Clark smiled, then confused “Why are you sitting on the floor Red Robin?” He asked.

“I was checking something.” Tim said, picking up the controller Danny had been forced to abandon. 

“Oh, okay.” He nodded, not questioning it further. “I’m glad all of you are already here.”

“Are we getting a mission?” Cassie asked. 

“Sort of.” Clark said, excited. Then in Kryptonian, “ Come .” He said to someone behind him they couldn’t see. Tim couldn’t hear any footsteps. And he found out it was because the person Clark was introducing them to could fly. And Tim also found out that Clark had spoken in kryptonian because this new person was a kryptonian. One that Tim had never met before. “This is Kara. She’s my cousin. The entire situation isn’t all clear yet but as it stands we understand that her pod, while launched at the same time as mine, was caught in an asteroid belt and was only left free recently, when it landed near the Fortress of Solitude.” Clark turned to Kara and introduced them to her in Kryptonian and then added, “ Tim and Kon-el speak Kryptonian which is why I thought you would be more comfortable here instead of the Watch Tower. Though, Kon’s could use some work. ” He teased. 

“Hey, my Kryptonian is fine.” 

“Why don’t you try saying that in Kryptonian?” 

“ My fine is Kryptonian .” Kon said confidently. 

Clark laughed and Kara looked at Kon like he grew a second head. 

“I don’t even speak Kryptonian and I could tell that didn’t sound right.” Cassie laughed. 

Tim took his turn to introduce himself to the nervous and quite blonde. “ I’m Red Robin. ” He pointed to the symbol on his chest. “ It’s nice to meet you. ” He put out a hand for her to shake but Kara just stared at it. Maybe they don’t have hand shakes on Krypton. Since Clark had grown up on Earth he didn’t really know much about the customs of his home planet for them to have learned it beforehand. 

“ Nice to meet you. I am Kara Zor-el, daughter of Captain Zor-El and the Lady Alura. ” Then she stuck out her hand like Tim had. When Tim took it to shake Kara seemed surprised by it. 

“ You’ll be in good hands here, Kara. I’ll be back to check on you later but if you need anything Kon or any of the others can get a hold of me for you, okay ?” Clark said softly trying to gauge if she’d actually be okay here without him. 

Kara started at Clark for a moment like she was processing what he’d said, “ Why will anyone need to hold you? ” 

“Oh.” Clark pondered it, “ It’s an Earth phrase. It just means that they’ll send me a message or contact me if you feel like you want me to come back. ” 

Kara took another pause to process and then, “ I see. ” And does a hand gesture that Tim didn’t understand. And neither did Clark. No one commented on it. 

After Clark left the atmosphere of the room went stale. Danny was still under the couch and they weren’t sure how willing Kara would be to not tell Clark about it. But they couldn’t leave Kara. And Tim’s phone was buzzing with notifications that he did not want to check because he recognized the haptics of the health app he had. The one that had everyone, including Danny’s, vitals. Danny, who Tim was pretty sure had just stopped his heart for the entire duration of Clark being here. Which had been a very long duration.

Kara looked between them, confused. “ Is there something meant to be done? ” 

“ How’s your english, Kara?” Tim asked.

“ Only a little . Kal-El said it will take time .” 

“ Langage harding learn. ” Kon nodded. Kara lipped his words back to herself trying to make sense of it. 

“What do we do about our stowaway?” Cass whispered to Tim. She didn’t speak Kryptnoian, but she understood enough to know what Tim had asked. 

“I could dash him out. Maybe we could spend the day together at the mall and then we’ll be best friends and then he won’t want to hang with Tim anymore because he’d rather hang out with me because I’m so much more fun.” Bart said all in one breath, his words afterwards speeding up too fast for Tim to make any sense of. 

“She’ll know something’s up. We need to test her loyalty.” Tim strategized while Kon attempted to keep Kara in conversation. 

“How? And why haven't any of the supes been able to hear him yet?” Cassie asked. 

Bart took a pause on his earlier ramblings to make Tim’s life more difficult. “Oh it’s because he’s not breathing. Isn’t that so cool.” 

Cassie shot Tim an alarmed look. “He’s a meta.” Tim said off handedly, “Can we focus?” 

“Are you aware that your brother might be suffocating to death? In fact, we may need to hide a corpse and I sure as hell would love to hear how you're going to explain that away at family dinner.” 

“Oh, don’t worry Danny’s fine.” Bart said flippantly. “Danny, if you can hear us, make the room one degree colder.” 

Tim couldn’t feel anything but Kon and Kara did. Kara eyed the room confused about the change but fortunately she didn’t comment on it. 

“So cool.” Bart whistled, lapping the room. 

“Convinced yet?” Tim asked Cassie.

“He’s an ice meta how- you know what, I don’t want to know. So how are we going to test our warden?” 

The lounge room was decorated to look like a regular living room, including hanging “family pictures” on the wall. Everyone on the wall was in costume, for security reasons, but they were actual nice pictures of the team and their mentors. Tim pulled out a batarang from his pocket, and played around with it for a while, talking aloud about random things. It only needed to sound like a real sentence since Kara couldn’t understand what he was saying anyway. Then the batarang “slipped” out of his hand landing right in one of the larger framed pictures. The impact was loud and the glass of the frame shattered and spilled on the floor. 

Cassie didn’t have to fake her flinch in surprise at that, turning to Tim alarmed. Tim adding to the performance acted shocked. Kara and Kon obviously hadn’t missed the commotion and their conversation stopped. Kara looked at the destruction of the frame, analyzing Tim and Cassie’s reaction.  

“Dude.” Bart turned to him wide-eyed, stopping in his tracks, “We’re so dead.” Kara didn’t speak english, sure, but the dread in Bart’s voice was obvious enough. 

“Why did you do that?” Cassie scolded, “That was Red Tornado's favorite.” 

Tim held his head in his hands dramatically, then he let realization dawn on his features. Slowly he turned to face Kara. “ I’ll get in really big trouble if Kal-El or anyone finds out. I can hide it, but you won’t tell will you? ” He made himself sound really worried. 

“ Won’t it be noticed? The image is large .” Kara asked. She was beginning to share their concern on her face, but that didn’t necessarily mean that she would keep her mouth shut about it.

“ Clean up can. ” Kon said in a reassuring tone. Kara looked at him sideways, clearly confused. 

“ They don’t really come in here often so we can pass it off. But you can’t tell. ” Tim told her. 

Kara looked like she was having a hard time understanding him as well. An easier time than with Kon for obvious reasons but still not an easy time. Tim couldn’t understand why since he had made sure their Kryptonian was in perfect condition. “ Pass it off? ” She echoed, confused. 

Kara must not have understood the phrase.“ Pretend like it didn’t happen .” Tim explained. 

She thought about it and nodded. “ An Earth phrase? ” 

“ Yes. ” 

Kara didn’t answer right away and Tim wasn’t sure if it was because she was still deciphering what he’d said or if she was thinking about telling. “ I will not tell Kal-El or his associates since no one was hurt and it was only a minor incident .” Cassie and Bart had already cleaned up most of the mess why Tim talked to Kara. Tim had made sure to hit the frame so only the glass would be shattered and the actual picture was mostly unharmed except for the small tear in the corner. That would be easy enough to cover up. 

Kara's body language was stiff and she was watching everything very carefully. It wasn’t strange since she had been left with a group of strangers in a new environment and she didn’t speak the local language. She seemed around Tim’s age or maybe a little older. Kara was meant to land on Earth with a mission to watch and protect Clark. This implied that she was of a status and position to receive missions. This meant she would work by a set of rules and report to a supervisor. The supervisor was likely Clark who was most likely to take responsibility for her for a variety of reasons. 

Cassie gave Tim a raised eyebrow to ask how it was going as she walked away to dispose of the glass shards. 

It would be a gamble. A deadly one. But if Tim made it look like Danny being here wasn’t that big of a breach of the rules he could convince her to keep it to herself. He shared a look with Kon. 

“ I’m really thankful, Kara. ” Tim says, smiling. He pulls out his phone and texts Cassie and Bart their half of the plan. “ We can show you around the rest of the base. Would you like to do that? ”

“ Okay .” 

“ Room fun lounge after work. Play TV on games .” Kon said. 

Kara stared at him.

“How about I do the talking?” Tim put a hand on Kon’s shoulder. 

“Why? I’m doing so good.” Kon said genuinely. Tim doesn’t respond to that. 

The tour lasted minutes and Tim made sure to bide their time well so Cassie, Bart and Danny could be fully settled in before they returned. It would take a while for Danny’s heart rate to return to normal, and it would be better that he was all there before they tried to pull this off. 

Tim checked his phone when they were nearing the end of the tour. Cassie had texted him they were good on their end. 

“ Let’s go back to meet the others. They don’t speak Kryptonian but we can translate for you so don’t worry. ” Tim said. Kara seemed nice, it was the circumstances that were a bit stressful. But that didn’t mean they should let her feel left out.

“ This is your team ?” Kara asked, following Tim back to the lounge room.

“ Yes we do missions together sometimes. When we’re not working we spend time at the base because we’re friends. ” 

“ It is nice to have friends. ” Kara nodded. 

“ Did you do missions with your friends on Krypton? ” Tim asked. Maybe he could gauge what her position had been to see how she would react. 

“ Only practice. We did not graduate from training yet. ” 

“ Going what’s there ?” Kon asked. Tim had no idea what he was saying. 

“ What dialect does he speak? ” Kara asked Tim. “ I cannot understand it. ” 

 “ We learned the same Kryptonian, Kon just doesn’t practice. ” Tim laughed. Kon understood enough that he elbowed him. “ Are there dialects in Kryptonian? ” 

“ Many. You and Kal-El speak very… proper. ” She said sheepishly. “ No one speaks that way where I am from. Only in important meetings with outsiders .” Then she paused sadly, “ Mother always said it was important to learn but I did not listen. ” Tim had figured Kara spoke so rigidly because she was nervous or shy. This explained why she was having such a hard time understanding them. 

They reached the lounge to Cassie and Danny locked deeply in a game of rock, paper, scissors. Danny had pulled his hood back up and was wearing his cowl from earlier. He had picked one of the older models that covered most of his face until the end of his nose and past his cheekbones. Danny shot scissors at Cassie, beating her paper. Bart cheered loudly, throwing his hands in the air and Cassie groaned in defeat. Danny cackled as he took the last cookie. 

“Hey, D. When’d you get here?” Tim asked for the sole purpose of silently telling the others to not call Danny by his real name.

With a mouth full of cookie, “A while ago. Who’s this?” He asked, gesturing his head to Kara. 

Tim made wide gestures and spoke clearly in english so Kara could pick up what he was saying. It would be important for her to learn. “This is Kara, she’s Superboy’s cousin.”

“I thought she was his aunt?” Cassie asked. 

Danny didn’t look nervous, fortunately, and smiled easily at Kara. Then to Tim’s surprise, “ Nice to meet you. ” he said in perfect kryptonian. 

“ He speaks as well. ” Kara commented. 

“You can speak Kryptonian, too?” Kon asked. 

“Duh.” Bart answered. 

“Dead languages are my speciality.” Danny said pointedly. Bart giggled at that. 

“ Should we build a hole by playing a game? ” Danny asked, moving on the couch to give everyone else more room. 

“ Build a hole? ” Tim laughed, “What?”

Kara looked at Danny surprised, “ You know of that? ” She asked excitedly, her eyes lighting up. 

“It’s a phrase, basically like “break the ice’.” Danny answered, then for Bart and Cassie, “Do you guys know any games we can play?” 

“ You speak very well .” Kara complimented excitedly, leaving Tim’s side to talk to Danny. “ Did you also learn? ” Meaning is he a native speaker. 

“ Kind of? ” He laughed, “ You can speak more comfortably if you’d like. ” He gestures for her to sit.

Kara seems hesitant at first, but then she says something. It sounded Kryptonian but the accent was different to what Tim was used to and he could only make out some of it. To Kara’s delight and Tim’s further surprise Danny not only understood exactly what she’d said but even responded in the same way. 

It takes a while for them to settle on a game to play given all the language barriers. Kara spoke in what Tim learned was Standard Kryptonian but would often switch to her local dialect when she didn’t know how to say things. Kon and Tim could only understand Standard, and in all honesty, between them Tim was the only one who could speak it. Bart and Cassie couldn’t speak at all. 

They decided to play charades. It was awkward and hard at first, but they all got really into it by the third round. They kept the categories simple since Kara wouldn’t know any movies. Fortunately, she seemed to feel a lot more comfortable and talked a lot more, even if it was mostly just to Danny. There were times she would make an effort to say things in english. It was really broken but they all made sure to appreciate it and tried her best to understand. 

“I’m hungry guys.” Cassie said after her turn to act out her word, plopping herself in her spot between Bart and Kon. 

“Me too.” Bart agreed mournfully. 

“You’re always hungry.” 

“Should we order Pizza?” Tim asked, pulling out his phone. 

“I want pineapples on mine!” Bart said.

“Ew. No.” Cass kicked him. “I’ll have my usual.” She told Tim.

“Like mushrooms and olives are any better.” Kon snickered. 

“It’s better than pineapples.” 

Kara looked between them curiously. 

“Danny, ask Kara what she wants.” Tim instructed. 

After hearing them talk for the last hour Tim had finally been able to pick on some of the words but the grammar of it still eluded him. 

“ Everyone, something, something, food. ” Danny said.

Kara looked intrigued, “ What, something, eating, something. ” 

“ Something, something, like, something. ” He paused thoughtfully, making a circle in the air presumably to explain what a pizza was. “Something… ” Then, he pulled Tim’s phone to face them and pointed to the picture of a pizza on the website. “ This .”

Kara looked hesitant, “ ...Some…thing? ” 

Danny nodded encouragingly, “Something. Something, good.” He said. 

Glancing back at the picture, Tim could see on her face that she’d made a decision but she didn’t say anything. “Okay.” She said in english with a nod. “Have.”

“Great!” Finishing it up, “Kon, Bart.” Tim signaled. 

“Ugh. Why do we have to get it every time?” Kon complained, throwing a pillow at Tim. 

“I’m not going because I was the one that paid for it.” 

“I’m not going ‘casue I don’t want to.” Cassie said, kicking her foot onto the coffee table. 

“But you were the one who said you wanted food.” Kon complained, already standing up. 

“I could go.” Danny offered.

“You're funny. Absolutely not.” Tim shut down. 

Kara looked at Danny curious, “ Saying, something, what? ” 

“ Something, food, something, go. ” 

In english, “...Kitch...en?” She pointed in the direction of it and spoke in Standard Kryptonian, “ Is it not there? ” 

“ No. ” Tim shook his head, “ The store cooks it and we just have to give them money and take it from them .” He was careful not to throw in phrases she didn’t know.

Kara looked confused by the concept but accepted it. 

“Wait until she finds out about Drive-Thrus.” Danny joked to Tim. 

“I’m going to go check on the left-overs.” Cassie said heading to the kitchen.

Tim checked everyone's location on his phone. Danny’s was offline for obvious reasons, fortunately no one had freaked out about it yet. But he couldn’t be too sure. “I’m going to check on our smoke screen in the mission room.” Tim told Danny, “You’ll be okay here with her?” 

“What if we get abducted by non-friendly aliens in the five minutes you’ll be gone?” Danny’s tone was serious but his face was mischief. 

“I hope you do.” Tim scoffed, walking out.

---

“It’s just one slice, Red.” Danny tried to reach over his shoulder 

“No.” Tim blocked his food with his body, “You have your own.” 

“I just want to try!” 

“No! Eat yours.” 

“You let Kara have some!”

“That’s because I like Kara and I don’t like you.” 

“But yours looks so much more better than mine.” Danny whined, still reaching. 

“Lesson for next time then.” 

“C’mon, you’re not even going to finish it.”

Everyone watched them like a sitcom while they got to enjoy their food without meddling siblings. “I will. Just so you can’t have any.” Tim shoved as much of the slice in his mouth as he physically could. He was actually already full. 

“You're the worst.” Danny said, shoving Tim. 

“And you're worse.” Tim countered, pushing him back. 

Tim hadn’t pushed Danny very hard. Danny probably took harder hits during hockey practice. Tim had pushed him just hard enough that it forced Danny to take a step back to balance himself. Which was when he’d stepped on a wrapper Bart had left on the floor. Danny lost his balance and fell. But not before hitting his head hard on the metal fridge door behind him. 

Cassie gasped in shock. Kon and Bart rushed over to check on him. Kara watched wide-eyed, not sure what to do. 

Tim quickly stepped forward, “Hey, are you-” Next thing he knows there's a whole tube of ranch being squirted on his costume. His freshly washed costume. 

Danny watches Tim’s face morph from concern to absolute disgust with a deep satisfaction and cackles like the villain he is.

“You are such an asshole.” 

“Takes one to know one.” Danny’s on his feet and Tim chased him with a packet of garlic sauce that came with the pizza. 

Apparently feeling left out, Bart decided to dump his glass of juice all over Kon’s head. 

“Dude.” Kon shouts, but he’s quick to retaliate.

“Missed me.” Bart teases using the speed force to dodge. 

Cassie and Kara, the only civilized people here, sit and eat their pizzas at the island watching them. 

“They’re so dumb.” Cassie says to Kara, exasperated. 

Kara smiles following the action with her eyes. “ How fun .” She replies and they share a laugh even without understanding each other. 

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[judespoets]

dramatic | jobe bellingham

summary: this req

pairing: jobe bellingham x fem!reader

genre: angst/fluff

warnings: slight arguments and harsh words; not proof read!

Jobe and you were seatet next to each other on the large table, decorated with Christmas decor and filled with delicious food. You were celebrating Christmas together at the Bellingham house this year.

"Can you please give me the potatoes, (Y/N)?" you heard the familiar voice of your boyfriend, Jobe ask you, pulling you out of your daydreams.

"yup" you answered shortly, reaching for the potatoes in front of you and handing them to Jobe without giving him a look in the eyes.

The two of you had a fight earlier but were too late to communicate and solve it so you got to the Bellingham's pretty angry with each other, the harsch words you exchanged still lingering in the back of your mind.

It was a stupid argument about Jobe running late which resulted in you doing all the chores at home alone. You usually didn't mind but you were sad and angry at that moment, turning the conversation into a heated argument.

The tension was unbearable and you really tried to hide that you were mad at each other but you saw how everyone noticed. It wasn't the usual warm, lovely mood in the room and every time you thought about Jobe's words, your eyes started watering just a little bit.

The attention was currently not on you and Jobe right now as you felt a familiar hand placing itself on your thigh, making you shiver.

"(Y/N) please just stop being so dramatic about this right now." was what you heard him whispering inside to you.

And that was it. The room fell silent as they heard your chair scraping across the floor. You stood up as quickly as you could, excusing yourself in a hurry and quickly running up the stairs into Jobe's childhood bedroom.

Maybe you were overreacting but you were hurt, for you, Jobe’s words hurt, and he didn’t seem to understand that.

As you were sat in Jobe’s old room the dining room was silent until the older Bellingham spoke up.

“What happened man? I have never seen (Y/N) so sad and quiet.” he asked his brother.

Jobe sighed, “I came home much later than I told her I would today. We agreed to do the chores together and then just spend the day together. We had like this huge argument and I said some pretty bad things.” he said regretfully, burying his face in his hands.

“I don’t know why it’s such a big deal for her tho. I mean we are together now.” he said, looking at his brother.

“Jobe, she wanted to spend some of Christmas with you, only you. I would’ve been hurt too.” Denise popped in.

“What did you say tho? That she’s so upset?” Jude asked carefully.

Jobe sighed again, looking absolutely regretful. “I said that maybe we shouldn’t spend any time at all together anymore, since she’s so upset about me being late this one time, I don’t even know why I said that.” he added.

“That’s fucked man, even I wouldn’t have said that.” Jude said.

“Jobe, please talk to her. It’s early. Don’t ruin her whole Christmas.” Denise said, slight disappointment evident in her voice.

Jobe immediately stood up, coming towards the bedroom, knocking on the door carefully.

You didn’t say anything, you wanted to talk but at the same time you just wanted him to leave you alone, to not hurt you anymore.

As the door opened slowly, the oh so familiar face greeted you. He looked different tho, guilty almost.

“What do you want?” you snapped.

“(Y/N)-“

“No Jobe, if you just want to argue again, go away.” you admitted, looking down hurt.

“Baby, no. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said those things.” he answered, sitting down next to you.

“Obviously.” you answered.

“I want to spend time with you. I always do.”

“Didn’t seem like that when you were late today.” you told him, obviously angry now.

“I know. And I’m really sorry. I didn’t know that today was so important to you.” Jobe said, putting his arm around you, holding you as he saw the tears forming in your eyes.

“I just- you know that my family is not here. And I was alone the whole day, I love christmas and I just wanted to spend it with you, I really put a lot of thought into your present and I couldn’t even give it to you in private. Jobe, you really, really hurt me today.” You admitted truthfully, all that anger turning into sadness as the tears kept running down your cheeks.

Jobe’s grip around you tightened with your words, he felt really bad.

“I really fucked up today. I know that. And I was so focused on the fact that I will see my family today that I totally forgot you can’t spend Christmas with yours. I promise I will look after your feelings more. I’m sorry, baby.” He told you, placing kisses on your head.

“I know. And thank you, for apologizing.” You said.

“I love you, (Y/N). And I want to spend every Christmas with you, forever.” He said, kissing your forehead.

You closed your eyes at the feeling, finally feeling comfortable again.

“Do you want to go down again? Get some food in you, you didn’t eat a lot yet.” Jobe asked you, his fingers stroking yours.

“Yeah.” You said, wanting to get up again.

“Hey!” Jobe called out, pulling you down again.

He took his thumbs and wiped away the tears on your cheeks. Kissing both of your eyes carefully.

“I will never make you cry again, my love.” He told you, finally connecting his lips with yours.

[lillmirey]

„Partners in Justice“

summary:Under the pressure of a difficult case, Casey snaps at her closest ally, Detective Y/N threatening their growing bond. As the case reaches a turning point, they must reconcile their feelings and find their way back to each other.

Pairing: Casey Novak x fem!reader

Content Warnings: Mentions of assault (case-related, no graphic details), Emotional conflict and stress, Brief argument and hurtful words

Word Count: ~3000

Authors Note: This may not reach many people but idc. i love Casey Novak

The squad room was alive with its usual frenetic energy, a hum of phones ringing, keyboards clacking, and tense conversations. Detective Y/N Y/L/N stood at the whiteboard, drawing a timeline of events for the latest case—a brutal assault that had rocked the community.

Her phone buzzed on her desk, the name Casey Novak flashing on the screen. Casey, the ADA assigned to the case, had been under immense pressure to prepare for the upcoming trial. They’d been working closely for weeks, but lately, Casey had seemed… distant.

Y/N opened the text:

“Come to my office ASAP. We need to talk.”

Frowning, Y/N grabbed her coat and headed upstairs.

Casey’s office was a mess. Papers and folders were strewn across the desk, and a half-empty coffee cup balanced precariously on a stack of files. Casey herself looked just as frazzled, her hair slightly out of place and her normally confident demeanor marred by a furrowed brow.

“Detective,” Casey greeted curtly without looking up from the document she was reviewing.

“Casey,” Y/N said, stepping into the room. “What’s going on?”

Casey finally looked up, her green eyes sharp. “The defense just filed a motion to suppress the victim’s testimony. If the judge grants it, we lose the case. Everything we’ve been working on falls apart.”

“Okay,” Y/N said calmly. “Then we fight it. What’s our angle?”

Casey slammed the file down on the desk. “That’s easy for you to say! You’re not the one who has to stand in front of a jury and salvage this disaster!”

Y/N blinked, taken aback. “Casey, I’m trying to help you.”

“Are you? Because it feels like I’m the only one who actually cares about winning this case!”

Y/N’s jaw tightened, hurt flashing across her face. “I don’t deserve that, Casey.”

Casey’s expression softened briefly, but the tension didn’t leave her shoulders. “Just… go, Y/N. I need to focus.”

Y/N stood there for a moment, the sting of Casey’s words making her chest ache. Without another word, she turned and walked out, the door clicking shut behind her.

Back in the squad room, Y/N buried herself in work, the sting of Casey’s outburst lingering. Olivia Benson noticed the tension and approached her desk.

“You alright?” Olivia asked.

Y/N shrugged. “Yeah. Just tired.”

Olivia raised an eyebrow but didn’t press further. “Let me know if you need anything.”

The hours dragged on, and eventually, the squad room emptied. Y/N stayed late, combing through witness statements and evidence, anything to keep her mind off Casey.

But she couldn’t stop replaying the argument in her head. Casey’s frustration wasn’t new, but this time, it felt personal. And that hurt more than Y/N wanted to admit.

Two days later, the trial began. Y/N didn’t see Casey before she entered the courtroom, but when the ADA strode in, she was back in her element—composed, confident, and razor-sharp.

Y/N sat in the back of the courtroom, watching as Casey dismantled the defense’s motion with precision. Her arguments were airtight, her delivery flawless. By the end of the hearing, the judge ruled in their favor: the victim’s testimony would stand.

When Casey turned to leave the courtroom, her eyes briefly met Y/N’s. There was relief there, but also something unspoken.

That evening, Y/N was back in the squad room, finishing up paperwork, when Casey walked in.

“Detective,” Casey said softly, standing near the edge of Y/N’s desk.

Y/N looked up, her expression guarded. “Casey.”

Casey shifted awkwardly, holding a manila folder in her hands. “We won the motion.”

“I know,” Y/N said. “I was there.”

Casey nodded, setting the folder down. “I wanted to say thank you. For all the work you’ve done on this case.”

Y/N leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms. “Is that all you wanted to say?”

Casey sighed, running a hand through her hair. “No. I wanted to say I’m sorry. For snapping at you the other day. I was stressed, but that doesn’t excuse the way I treated you.”

Y/N studied her for a moment, then softened. “I get it. This job can mess with your head. But, Casey, I’m on your side. Always. You don’t have to go through this alone.”

Casey’s lips quirked into a small smile. “I know that now. And I’ll try to remember it next time.”

“Good,” Y/N said, a hint of a smile playing on her lips.

They sat in comfortable silence for a moment before Casey spoke again. “Are you hungry? I owe you dinner. As an apology.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “You? Apologizing with food? I might have to take you up on that.”

Casey chuckled, the tension between them finally dissipating. “Come on. I know a great place down the street.”

Over dinner at a cozy Italian restaurant, the conversation shifted to lighter topics. Casey told stories from her law school days, and Y/N shared some of the more ridiculous moments from her time as a rookie.

As they walked back to the precinct, the city lights casting a warm glow, Casey hesitated. “Y/N, I meant what I said earlier. About not being alone. You’ve been my rock through all of this, and I don’t think I’ve told you how much that means to me.”

Y/N stopped, turning to face her. “You don’t have to say it, Casey. I already know.”

Casey smiled softly, her eyes shining with something unspoken. “Still. I wanted to.”

They stood there for a moment, the bustling city fading into the background. Then, Casey reached out, her fingers brushing against Y/N’s.

“Thank you,” Casey said.

“For what?”

“For being you,” Casey whispered, her voice barely audible over the city’s hum.

Y/N smiled, intertwining their fingers. “Always.”

They didn’t need to say anything else. Whatever label they put on their relationship could wait. For now, they had each other—and that was enough.

[okcoolthanks]

Yeah screw it im explaining

I don’t have a lot of physical pictures but the ones I do are pretty important, I have a few from my grandma with my mom and her and her husband in them and I have one from a day we went to a boardwalk and we went to a Hard Rock Cafe

I’d never been in one before but it was cool I got like tiny pizza slices. But we were there because my mom had tickets to an aquarium and she asked me and my brother if we wanted to bring anyone with us and I remembered that G hadn’t been to an aquarium before so I asked her if she wanted to come with

She got really exited and the day that we went was really fun. I didn’t spend money so I had a Bit of savings (over a hundred dollars) and usually offered to pay for stuff (like there was a ring in a store that I still see pretty frequently online that had a fairy on it. It really fit her and she got it herself despite me saying I could pay lol)

Anyways at that Hard Rock Cafe they asked to take pictures of us, my brother asked his girlfriend to go with him and they got a rlly cute picture, and then they asked me me and G wanted one. I was anxious about my picture being taken at the time so I was a little worried at how it’d turn out. I didn’t even know Why they took our picture I think it’s because those are like special or smth idk I don’t know the culture around shit like that. My mom said that she was fine paying if we wanted a physical picture and my brother and his gf were like “yeah” so we got physical print outs and G was curious what ours looked like. I was mostly scared. I didn’t know what my hair looked like and I didn’t want to think about my appearance

When we got it. Yeah ok I looked weird. I put the mask on right before and my smile looked weird anyways (I don’t think I’m rlly good at it) and my hair was completely covering one of my eye brows and was about to fall into my glasses and I had a blue jacket that was probably not washed in weeks but beside me was G who had a really pretty black dress on with red flowers and some sort of jacket, I forget but I don’t want to check. And she was also smiling. Thinking back on it I don’t think she wanted to be around me as much as she said she did so I’m not sure if it’s a real one or not. When we got them back my brother was all happy because they put a little heart filter over his and his gfs and our mom got a picture of all five of us and when me and G got ours I wanted to be funny and poke fun at how I looked because come on if I had a black jacket on or anything I’d look emo or smth. So I was like “haha wow I look weird” and she said back “what? You look really cute! If anything I looked weird” and I didn’t think a lot of it because people give their friends compliments but I also had like a crush on her at the time so my brother told me that I blushed really red.

After that we walked around the board walk pointing out things in shops and watching a comedy juggling group (?) do a performance. She told me that she hated the smell of the seals so we didn’t go over to them and we sat next to the water and she told me about how when she was younger she and her friends at her grandmas house would dig around in the mud at a lake there and she would find really pretty jewelry and like cool rocks and bones and stuff. She said that usually her and her friends would spend a few days in the summer there and she could show me if I wanted and I didn’t know if we had plans then (we did but that’s a different story that ended up. Interesting) we also went to this store that had a lot of fairy themed things in it and it was really pretty and smelled like incense and she showed me some dolls that she said she had a few of when she was younger (the same place where we got the ring I mentioned earlier) and after that we went on a merry go round because she said she hadn’t been on one in years so she let me pay that time (I offered too many times to pay for shit that day. Look I didn’t have friends for three years before that and I had over a hundred dollars it’s not like I was gonna spend it on other shit) and I got a a little anxious so I started pointing out things about the carousel like the paintings on it and the other seats and I got to the things we were on

They’re usually horses but this one had a lot of different animals, she had a dragon and I didn’t really care so I sat on the one next to her and it was a black and white pig. And to be funny I started a fake argument about which was cooler hers or mine and one of the points I made was “yeah well mine is a real animal!” And she said that dragons were real they were flying all around us we just couldn’t see them. And I wanted to believe her so much. I wanted to believe that we were really friends I wanted to believe that it wasn’t gonna end and I wasn’t gonna end up wanting to throw up every time I walked past her I wanted to believe what happened for three years wasn’t gonna happen again I really really wanted to believe it wasn’t gonna end in the shittiest way it could.

Someone kill me I woke up way earlier than I should’ve and I have a sad lyric stuck in my head

[nutellaninja0001]

I’ll have to admit, I truly thought I was done talking about this but here I am to say once again, the conflict between Sansa Stark and Daenerys Targaryen in season 8 was not “out of nowhere” it was not “pointless drama” and it was not “Sansa was just being a bitch” I started thinking about this debate again when I rewatched a recap video of GoT 5 years later. The creator went on to talk about how it didn’t make sense for Sansa to “not trust Daenerys” but why exactly SHOULD Sansa have trusted Daenerys?

I’m going to go over some points again just to break it down to the most basic level.

At this point in the series, it would be dumb for any Lord/Lady in Sansa’s position to openly trust a newcomer. Dany already had a reputation. She had dragons, an army known for its cruelty and the other for its pillaging/raping. Even if Jon had warned Sansa he bent the knee to Dany there isn’t one scene Jon actually vouches for Dany as a good or trustworthy person. Sansa only had what she might have heard about Dany whether that was burning lords or sacking cities. She only ever had Jon telling Sansa they need Dany to survive. Either way, why would Sansa want that coming to her doorstep? Fans point out time and time again how Foolish Ned was for trusting the wrong people. They just felt different because this time it was Dany.

Daenerys shows little interest in the actual preparations for winter/survival of Winterfell beyond her affections for Jon. Dany outright admits to Sansa Jon is the only reason she is here. Why would Sansa want to hand over a Kingdom she fought and suffered for to Dany, considering she sees it as yet another conquest on her list. If anything doesn’t make sense, to me it’s why Dany didn’t mind if the Iron Islands were independent but the North couldn’t be?

Sansa’s desire for northern independence wasn’t a season off arc she forgot about. It was a consistent character arc that pushed her from hopeful southern Queen to Queen of the North. Dany from day 1 made it clear that would never be under her rule.

Sansa asked some real questions as a ruling Lady while Dany tried to charm Sansa and it didn’t work. I think it was one of the only consistent writing choices made in season 8 considering this arc for Sansa reclaiming/coming home had started back in season 4. What did fans expect from Sansa? Both characters as I’ve said before were MEANT to be in conflict. Both women had been fighting for a long time to be in the positions they were. Neither were going to let that go or because Jon and Dany were together. I don’t even think we would’ve gotten as much of a debate had it been Arya speaking out against Dany but I’m glad it was Sansa as fans really thought she was going to up and serve Dany. 🤷🏻‍♀️

Let’s also please remember that after Sansa asked what Robb, Jon, Mance, The Wildlings, Yara and Dorne all asked. To be ruled as their own Kingdom. I gotta say, since it was Sansa as the main driving force for Northern independence in the last seasons fans made it out to be Sansa was once again, just being stupid. I never see the same arguments used against any of the other characters who wanted/died for the same thing. Even when Dany was outright threatening Sansa in the middle of her own Home

Why did Dany say this again? Because Sansa asked how they were to feed 3 large dragons in the middle of Winter. How they were going to feed Dany’s armies. Yet I never saw many fans argue Dany’s behavior to Sansa. She was a guest at Winterfell. Hoping to make good alliances and instead acted like this. You will never catch me defending most of the writing of GoT in season 8 but this was not one of them. The conflict started the minute Dany expected the North to bend and the minute Sansa said they will be an independent Kingdom

[stayandot8]

Picnic

Genre: fluff

Relationship type: marriedSeungmin x fem reader

Important Contents: request, which you can see here. I hope you like it, it came to me quickly. It's short but i hope that's okay. :)

WC: 1.0K

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“Dad, stop throwing it over my head!” 

“I’m not throwing it over your head, you’re just not moving!”

They’d been at it for hours, Seungmin trying to get her ready for baseball season coming up. He was preparing her for her tryouts, or trying to anyway. 

“You need to jump, Ji-a! You won’t catch any balls standing still! You might be tall for a ten year old but you still need to jump!” 

“I am jumping!”

“Lifting your feet off the ground does not mean you're jumping!”

Seungmin didn’t like to lose an argument. I was of the opinion that it was because he didn’t like to be wrong. He was a Virgo after all. However, so was the girl in front of him, sporting his dark hair and rounder eyes. She had his sporting abilities too. I liked to joke that she got everything from him, but he disagreed at the very thought. He claimed she got her charming personality and nose from me, but I rarely believed him. But everytime she got him to do something he didn’t plan on doing, I had a glimpse of it.

It wasn't hard for her to do. Her father had taught her well. A solid argument with solid evidence to support her positions always went a long way with him. He was a fair dad, always asking for reasons as to why she felt the way she did about things; why she wanted to continue singing, why she wanted to play baseball, how she planned to use these talents for later life. She had them, the reasons. But when I reminded her that she didn’t need many more reasons other than it made her happy, she said she wouldn’t ask to do something if it didn’t make her happy. She was a good kid like that. Not to mention that she was as funny as her father. 

The two of them drew closer, making the park we were in seem larger by comparison. They tossed the ball back and forth while they spoke to each other, too far for me to hear. I assumed they were discussing how she could perfect a jumping catch, because he was lifting his leg and hopping on one foot, demonstrating something. She was listening intently, nodding along with him. As much as she pulled his leg, she knew that he was a fountain of knowledge for the things she wanted in life; baseball, singing, tormenting her friends. She showed them more often than he used to how much she loved them, though. I made sure of it. 

Seungmin took too long to admit his feelings for me, so I didn't want our daughter to be the same way. I consistently showed her how showing her affection to everyone on the outside was helpful for not just her, but for them too. She grasped the idea quickly. It came naturally after that. 

I used the opportunity to spread the prepared food we had made across the blanket I set out when we first arrived under a tree, shading from the blazing sun. The book I had been reading lay forgotten since I had looked up at the first yell from Ji-a. Then the discussion started and I had been watching ever since. But now, the food spread was complete and plates had been put out, I called the two of them over to our spot. 

“We need to build up your leg strength, that’s the best way to do it. But until then, we'll just practice that last one I showed you.” 

“Okay but what about-”

“Oh you two. Enough baseball talk, please.” I handed Seungmin a steamed bun to shove in his mouth. He chuckled at my outburst, shaking his head at his twin. 

“Sorry, sorry. We can talk about Ji-a’s recital coming up.”

“Yes, I like that idea much better. Did you find a dress you liked, sweetheart?”

Ji-a pulled out her phone from the pocket of her sweats. “I’m stuck between the blue and the green one.” She held it out for me to see what she had taken screenshots of. “Thanks again for the phone, dad. It’s really cool.” 

“Don’t thank him, thank your uncle Changbin. He’s the one who told us he’d hook us up with his Samsung deal.” I held the phone up to my face, looking at the beautiful options. One was a very pretty blue one with lace and flowers all over it. The other was a more muted green, pale with tulle around the bottom. 

“I like them both, honey. Which one do you like more?” I handed the phone to Seungmin, who was mid-chew on another bun. He glanced at the two dresses and handed the phone back to her, waiting for her answer.

‘I can't decide, mom! I have no clue. I asked Uncle Jeongin too and he didn’t know either. He wasn’t helpful at all.”

“Did you ask any of your other uncles?”

“No. Dad said they wouldn’t be of much help other than Uncle Jeongin.”

“And I stand by that.” Seungmin shot her a very serious look. “I like the blue, sweetie. I think it will make you stand out.” 

She thought for a moment. “I think I agree. The blue, mom!” I nodded.

“We can go looking for it this weekend when you have a break from school.” 

She grinned, satisfied, and dove into a steamed bun of her own. I continued, “I was thinking we could curl your hair and put some pretty makeup on if you want.”

“She doesn’t need it.” Seungmin grimaced disapprovingly. 

“I know that, daddy, but it helps me feel even more pretty than I already am.” 

“You know what would make you even prettier?” He wiggled his eyebrows at her, making her giggle. “Learning how to jump!” 

“Ohmygosh, dad, I can too jump! Watch!” She dropped her bun and leapt into the air, jumping in the opposite direction of us with her ponytail swinging as she went. Seungmin dropped his bun as well. 

“Jump as high as me, come on!” 

I glanced at their forgotten buns on the blanket and pursed my lips, wondering how I was going to get those two to sit down to eat. But then again, there were always other things she could be into.

[kyrieeleisonelise]

Ai’s true feelings?

(Spoilers!)

Judging by the amount of times I’ve seen with this manga panel on tumblr and YouTube, Ruby’s interpretation of Ai in the recent chapter has definitely made a stir. 

Is this really how Ai felt? 

Realistically, it would be difficult to accurately re-tell the life story of somebody as secretive as Ai once they are long-dead.

In the world of the Manga though, we are supposed to understand the movie as being at least mostly an accurate representation of Ai’s life, since they have the analytical genius Akane point out it’s ‘90% accurate’.

But when it comes to the topic of Ai’s feelings, it seems significant that both Ruby and Aqua- who sometimes seem to represent the two sides of Ai- interpret her differently.

Throughout the manga, but especially the movie arc, we are seeing two different interpretations of Ai. There is Nino and to an extent Aqua who think Ai was as emotionally invincible as she acted. 

Then there is Ruby and the director (and even Kana) who recognise that there was probably a lot of dark feelings and anger that Ai felt she had to hide. 

Even the Director, who has the tapes of Ai we’re yet to see admits he feels like he never got to see the true Ai, even when she was trying to be honest with him. This further cements the idea that nobody really knows how Ai feels. 

We’ve seen hints about Ai hiding darker emotions throughout the chapter, but Ruby’s interpretation of her seems more extreme. Did Ai have this much hate in her heart? Or is Ruby projecting her own feelings?

In chapter 136 we see the argument between Nino and Ai being acted out by Ruby and Kana.

I think we are meant to take the acted-out argument as being an accurate representation of what actually happened between Nino and Ai.  From Kana’s insights while playing the role, I get the impression that Nino was so upset by Ai not only because she was jealous, but because Ai, someone who she thought of as a friend, seemed indifferent to her. Ai just gave glib responses when Nino was trying to express that she was struggling, and when Nino lashed out and tells Ai that she wishes she was dead, Ai just smiles at her. 

Nino thinks Ai doesn’t care- Nino means so little to her that her hatred can’t hurt her at all. Even years later, Nino still maintains that Ai probably immediately forgot what Nino said to her. 

But I really don’t think Ai was unaffected by Nino’s words. Kana was probably right when she said Nino and Ai used to be friends. Anyone would be hurt if a friend wished them dead. 

We met Ai’s mother a few chapters back, and it’s revealed that she gave up custody of Ai out of jealousy over her beauty (when Ai was 8!?) Having someone else in her life hate her over her looks probably really hurt Ai, and maybe even made her angry . If Kana is right about Nino and Ai being friends, it probably hurt even more to have another person she cares about reject her out of jealousy. 

Why didn’t Ai just tell Nino how upset she was? If Nino saw Ai’s human side it may of lead to them actually making up and deepening their friendship.

Ai had a really troubled upbringing; She was abused and abandoned by her mother and then raised in a children’s home. It isn’t surprising that she had a lot anger in her heart. 

To protect herself, Ai would lie about how she felt and pretend she didn’t have feelings and that nothing could hurt her. Eventually it seems like lying became automatic and Ai didn’t know how to stop, how to express herself truthfully or what the truth even was any more. 

When Ai first meets Ichigo, she uses her traumatic background as a defence mechanism to try and unsettle him and chase him off. She acts tough, saying that she doesn’t care she was put in a children’s home. She protects herself by acting indifferent and making the people around her uncomfortable.

But her reaction when Ichigo gives her some encouragement and tells her she can be an idol and say she loves people ‘until it’s real’ shows she does still want to connect with others, she just doesn’t know how. 

Ai was good at lying. So good that some people started to believe she was as detached as she pretended to be. They saw the ‘invincible persona’ she was projecting instead of the traumatised girl.

I don’t know if Ruby’s interpretation of Ai’s feelings are completely accurate. But I do think that Ai was probably deeply, deeply hurt by Nino. Ai’s dismissive reaction to Nino was probably due to Ai’s lack of social skills rather than true indifference. If Ai hated the world in that moment I wouldn’t be surprised, but I don’t think Ai carried any long-term resentment towards Nino.  

 The Ai we know seemed a bit more socially adept and stable compared to the Ai Ruby portrayed. Ai was probably only around 14 when she had her argument with Nino. I thin as Ai matured she probably realised why Nino lashed out the way she did, but it was too late to repair things.

It’s been mentioned a few times that Ai stopped her ‘catastrophic’ behaviour and matured after her time in theatre troupe, so it will be interesting to see what specifically it was that made her change

I don’t know if the story will ever give us a definite answer on Ai’s actual feelings, or if, just like in real life, we’re left to interpret and guess how a person really felt about something after they’re no longer there to ask.

[peppymintdreams]

Hi pepppyyy!

Love is walking down the streets, rambling about how shit of a day they had and a drunk driver didn’t see them crossing the road (the drunkie was going 40-50) and hit love. Later we meet them in the hospital with Xanthus. He promises to never leave them and continues to follow them back from their night shifts. Gets to a point. Where love gets pissed and they argue about it, then resolve it.

Look I just want tea to sip :3

Thank you <33

Hiya 🍬👋🏿

A Collision of Fear and Love

Xanthus Claiborne x Love

The night was bitter, the air crisp with an early winter chill. Love trudged down the dimly lit street, their breath fogging in the cold as they vented their frustrations to no one in particular. “And then, she has the audacity to tell me I’m not pulling my weight. Me! As if I wasn’t the one covering for her last week.”

The words spilled out in an endless stream, a catharsis for the day’s endless miseries. Love didn’t notice the car speeding down the street, weaving erratically. The faint screech of tires didn’t register until it was too late.

The impact sent them sprawling, the world tilting and spinning in disjointed flashes—headlights, asphalt, the sky above. A sharp pain exploded in their side, followed by numbness. Darkness seeped into the edges of their vision, swallowing them whole.

When Love opened their eyes, the sterile white of a hospital room greeted them. Their body ached, and their head felt like it had been split open and sewn back together. Turning slightly, they saw him. Xanthus sat beside their bed, his normally composed face marred by worry. His hand rested gently on theirs, the coolness of his skin a stark contrast to the warmth of the room.

“Xanthus,” they croaked, their voice hoarse.

He looked up immediately, his crimson eyes locking onto theirs. Relief flooded his features, but the tension in his shoulders didn’t ease. “You’re awake,” he said softly, his voice carrying an edge of vulnerability.

Love tried to sit up, wincing as pain shot through their ribs. Xanthus was quick to steady them, his hands firm yet gentle. “Don’t push yourself,” he said, his tone brooking no argument.

“What happened?” they asked, though the fragments of memory were beginning to return. The car, the headlights, the impact...

“You were hit by a drunk driver,” Xanthus said, his voice low, almost trembling. “You could have died, Love.”

They saw it then—the guilt etched into his face, the self-recrimination in his eyes.

“I should have been there,” he muttered, more to himself than to them. “I should never have let you walk home alone.”

“Xanthus, this isn’t your fault,” Love said, their voice soft but firm.

He didn’t respond, his jaw tightening. Instead, he reached out, brushing a strand of hair from their face. “From now on, I’m not leaving you alone at night. Ever.”

True to his word, Xanthus became an unshakable shadow. Every night, he walked Love to and from work, his presence silent but unwavering. At first, it was comforting. But as the weeks passed, it began to feel suffocating.

“Xanthus,” Love said one evening, their tone sharp. “You don’t have to follow me like a guard dog every single night.”

“I’m not following you,” he replied evenly. “I’m ensuring your safety.”

“Same thing,” Love snapped, stopping in their tracks. They turned to face him, their frustration bubbling over. “I’m not a child, Xanthus. I can take care of myself.”

His eyes narrowed, the familiar fire of his temper igniting. “Can you? Because the last time you walked home alone, you ended up in a hospital bed.”

“That wasn’t my fault!” Love shot back. “And you can’t control every little thing that happens to me.”

“I can try!” he barked, his voice echoing in the empty street.

The silence that followed was deafening. Love stared at him, their anger melting into something softer. “Xanthus,” they said quietly, “I know you’re scared. But this... this isn’t the way.”

He looked away, his jaw tight. “I can’t lose you,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “You don’t understand what it’s like to watch someone you care about suffer and be powerless to stop it.”

Love stepped closer, placing a hand on his arm. “I’m not going anywhere,” they said gently. “But you have to let me live my life. You can’t protect me from everything, and I don’t want you to try. I just... I need you to trust me.”

He was silent for a long moment, his gaze fixed on the ground. Finally, he nodded, though the tension in his posture remained. “I’ll try,” he said, his voice heavy with reluctance.

“That’s all I ask,” Love said, offering him a small smile.

they continued walking, side by side, the air between them felt lighter. though Xanthus’s protective instincts wouldn’t vanish overnight,

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[midnightsnyx]

that angst 😭 could write a part two where reader calls back a few weeks later to see if there’s a chance or something but another girl answers the phone? 😳

original prompt here. i freaking loved this idea and it's been in my drafts unfinished forever but i finally finished it. hope u like it <3 requests are open!

The funny thing is that you know what Taryn’s voice sounds like. You know it like the back of your hand because in the 4 years you and Matt had been together, Taryn became like a sister to you. 

Except, you panicked the moment you called Matt back a couple weeks after his drunk call and hung up as soon as you heard a female voice because you can’t. You can’t handle having your heart broken again, just because Matt drunk dialed you and you were dumb enough to call him back. So you ignored when he called you back an hour later, when he called you that night and ignored all the texts he sent, not even bothering to open them. 

It’s not until 2 in the morning while you’re laying in bed unable to sleep because there’s a nagging voice in the back of your mind wondering why that voice sounded so damn familiar that you open Matt’s texts. 

From Matty: hey call me back plz

From Matty: taryn answered my phone cuz she’s visiting with mom.

From Matty: i’m only speculating why u hung up as soon as she answered

From Matty: is it cuz u thought it was a random girl?

From Matty: sry taryn said that sounds bad 

From Matty: plz call me. taryn wants to talk to u too but she doesn’t want to bother you

From Matty: sry she told me to stop blowing up ur phone. I understand if u don’t want to call me back and i'm sorry 4 drunk dialing u. I’ll leave u alone now

You can’t help but smile at the string of text messages. Matt was always bad for sending multiple texts instead of just sending what he wanted to say in one text. It’s kind of comforting to see that hasn’t changed. 

You start to write a message, but pause, unsure what exactly to say. It’s too late in the night to call him although you’re certain he would answer it if he saw your number despite what time it is. But, he has a game tomorrow, and you don’t want to interrupt his sleep so you settle on sending a text message.

To Matty: hey

30 seconds later, your phone rings. 

Matt.

You hesitate, only for a moment before answering the call. 

“Hi,” you say quietly.

“Hey,” he replies, a little breathlessly, like he didn’t think you would answer. “I didn’t think you’d call back.” 

Neither did I, you think to yourself. 

Instead you say, “well, I did call you first.” 

He chuckles at that and you realize how much you missed that sound. It makes you want to cry a little.

“Yeah, there was a little miscommunication, I guess. Taryn felt bad, she’ll probably call you tomorrow… if that’s alright.”

“Of course.” You’d never say no to talking to Taryn, especially if she’s feeling bad for something that’s not her fault. 

Another pause and then: “why did you call me?”

The thing is, you weren’t going to call him but an opportunity arose that gives you the chance to move near him but you didn’t want to make any assumptions considering he was drunk when he called and told you he missed you. 

“I got a job offer at a Firm in Fort Lauderdale and I wasn’t going to take it, but then you called and I thought,” you pause, realizing you’re rambling. “Well, I thought maybe the reason you called wasn’t just because you were drunk.”

He hasn’t said anything so you take a deep breath. “Look, I - we can’t just pick up where we left off but I thought, maybe this could be a refresh button.”

He’s been quiet too long that you’re starting to panic when he lets out a breath like he’s been holding it in. 

“You’d really move out here?” he asks quietly, probably remembering the last argument the two of you had that essentially ended your relationship.

“It’s a good job opportunity… and I miss you too,” you admit.

It’s a risk, taking the job and moving to another country, leaving everything you know here in Calgary. It’s a leap of faith and you can’t help but wonder what will happen if it doesn’t work out but when you arrive at the airport in Fort Lauderdale and see Matt’s smiling face waiting, you begin to think about what will happen if it does work out.

[chouettess]

— ୨୧

𝐒𝐋𝐔𝐓!

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ᴛᴏxɪᴄ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘ

“Tom I don’t have the energy for this” you said while breathing out a sigh. Every single time you and your boyfriend Tom went out it always ended in an argument. “Oh yeah because it’s so draining to flirt with a bartender?” he said in a sarcastic tone. You were out at a bar, dancing and having a good time celebrating the victory of you and your boyfriend’s favorite hockey team, the New Jersey Devils. Drinking wasn’t much of an option in your life because your boyfriend would drink his weight every game, no matter the outcome, leaving you with a drunken boyfriend who had a knick for picking fights. This one time though, it was different. You hadn’t touched a drink all night until the bartender offered you a beer on the house. Originally you were going to say no but decided a free beer is a free beer and took it. Unfortunately for you, Tom had “caught” you and started screaming at the bartender and yourself, creating a scene that caused the both of you to get kicked out of the bar. “Tom I wasn’t flirting with anyone! I had one beer because the bartender offered a free drink gosh why is that so hard for you to understand?” You said trying to breathe but it felt more like you were forcing the air down before discarding it when you had your fix. “Fuckin Slut” Tom replied with a slur before falling face first onto your shared couch. You didn’t know what to do, hell you couldn’t even speak. Never in your 2 years of dating has he called you a slut, even when he was black out drunk. Tears threaten to spill from your eyes as you looked at the twenty something year old lying on the couch. “I can’t do this anymore” you whispered before grabbing a back pack and filling it with as many of your belonging as you could.

6 months later

“No, absolutely not.” you said to your friend Nicole. “Come on, it’s been 6 months and the most fun you’ve had was lunch with your mom” she begged. “Nicole I am not going to a bar” you said whilst shrugging. “Give me one good reason.” You sat on your bed cris crossed while thinking about it, and to be honest there wasn’t any reason why you shouldn’t be going to this bar. “Exactly, now get changed I’ll call an Uber in 20 minutes, we are getting drunk!!” She said stupidly while pulling you out of the bed.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, completely shocked. The past 6 months of your life felt like hell so you never really went out meaning there was no reason for you to dress up. Right now you were wearing a little black dress, black and sliver sparkling stilettos, a silver clutch, and your hair was curled and damnit you had to admit that you clean up nicely. “oh my” Nicole said as she walked behind you “marry me?” she said “shut up nic” you said while walking out of the door. “Whatever you say sexy” she said while giving your ass a slight smack.

As you walked into the bar the smell of liquor burned through your nose. The place was packed, people everywhere. “Nic I’m not so sure about this, it’s crazy full here” you said hesitantly hoping your brunette friend agreed and would head back to your apartment, knowing that wasn’t happening. “Nice try, let’s go get some drinks the bartenders hot” she said while grabbing your arm leading you through the crowd. As you both made it to the counter you decided to ask the bartender what all the craze was for, “Why’s it busy? The Devils won tonight and they came here for their victory of course” he said like it was obvious before handing you your drink. This intrigued you, causing your legs to move faster than your mind and begin walking around the bar completely ditching your friend. You had walked for maybe 30 seconds until you saw a group of men huddling around a game of beer pong but one caught your eye. The centre for the New Jersey Devils, Jack Hughes. His eyes were focused on the cup opposite to him and his fingers clasped around a small ping pong ball. He was very precise with his movements and as you had anticipated, he sunk the ball. “Oh come on” the man on the other side groaned before drinking the beer in the cup. Jacks eyes then flashed around the bar before landing on you looking up and down, his eyebrows raising slightly. You kept your cool before remember that it had been 6 months and you were no longer with Tom, meaning you deserved to have a little fun. You walked over to Jack, “staring is rude you know?” you said thinking it would cause him to choke up, unbeknownst to you he just stood there a smirk playing at his lips. “I’m Jack” he said “y/n” Oh you definitely deserved this.

A few months later

“He called me a slut, which is when I decided I couldn’t deal with it anymore” you said while Jack listened. You were currently laying your head in jacks lap telling him about your ex while he played with your hair. “And for six months I had no idea what to do with my life, but then I found you in that stupid bar” you said while looking up at the toothy grin splattered across his lips. “It was worth it for once, going through all of that to end up with you.” you said while sitting up and rubbing your palm against jacks cheek. Jacks gaze faltered to your lips before attaching them to his own.

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@ᴄʜᴏᴜᴇᴛᴛᴇꜱꜱ

[vicsnook]

The Archer | Bob Floyd x Reader

word count: 1159

warnings: arguing, insecurities.

song pairing: The Archer - Taylor Swift

notes: Hey y'all! Here is another Bob one-shot. All of my one-shots can be read together as they coincide, but you can also read them as stand-alone. Hope you enjoy and please don't forget to like and reblog! Also, let me know which other TGM boys you'd like me to write about (my requests are always open).

Combat, I'm ready for combat

I say I don't want that, but what if I do?

It's been 4 months since Bob and Nat had deployed. The first 2 months were the hardest with getting adjusted to the time difference but now you’ve managed a sort of schedule. Bob was supposed to call in 5 minutes so you ran to the bathroom and fixed your hair. Even though it was almost midnight you wanted to look good for him since it was your anniversary.

You waited patiently for his call but it didn’t come. It wasn't the first time he didn’t call but it was the first time he didn’t text. You tried sleeping but worry filled your mind that Bob was hurt. Around 2AM you finally dozed off.

On your way to work your phone pinged with a text from Bob. As you put your car in park you unlocked the phone and read the text. “Hey, sorry I didn’t call. We got the morning off and I went to town with the guys and forgot to charge my phone. Talk later. Love you” it read.

You closed your eyes as you felt yourself getting upset. Bob never had forgotten to charge his phone in the year you’ve been together and he didn’t even mention your anniversary. He even mentioned your anniversary gift being on the way 2 days ago.

I never grew up, it's getting so old

Help me hold onto you

Turning off your phone you chucked it in the glove compartment and headed inside the academy. You opted for not replying to Bob’s text as you didn’t want to let anger get the best of you.

It was evident you were upset as you flew quickly through the exercise. Leaving your wingman behind which you never did.

“Everything okay, Peach?” asked Maverick as you headed towards the break room.

You looked back at him and replied “just peachy” as you headed out to your car. Pulling out your phone you noticed 2 missed calls from Bob and 3 new messages.

“I’m sorry for not calling you baby. It really slipped my mind to charge my phone. Please don’t be upset.”

“Peach, please call me tonight. I love and miss you”

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize the date. Happy belated anniversary darlin’. Please forgive me”

You wanted to forgive him but you couldn’t push your anger aside. It truly wasn’t anger, you were just hurt but you would never admit it.

Who could ever leave me, darling?

But who could stay?

He knew you were struggling with him being gone. Your anxiety getting the best of you. Plus it didn’t help that his wingman was so gorgeous and she seemed too friendly according to Nat. You knew he would never cheat but your brain couldn’t understand.

—

You decided you’d tell him that he hurt your feelings but you wouldn’t make a big deal when he called. That was until you saw Cobra, his new wingman tagged him on a photo. His arm around her shoulder as she laughed. Granted it was a group photo but he knew how you felt about her.

Dark side, I search for your dark side

But what if I'm alright, right, right, right here?

As his face came to view on your phone you couldn’t help the scowl on your face. “Hey sweetheart!” he said, his smile faltering off when he saw your expression. “What’s wrong, Peach?”

“Why don’t you ask Cobra?” you replied. Watching as his shoulders sagged.

“Peach, I can explain.”

“Really, Bob? Because to me it seems you’d rather spend time with her than me on our anniversary”

“Don’t do this Peach. She’s just a coworker. I’m sorry about last night. I lost track of time. I don’t want to fight Peach.”

The exasperation in his voice was evident which only angered you more. You sighed in response. He’d never done anything to upset you. This was your first argument and you didn’t want to blow up the relationship due to your own insecurities from past relationships.

“Look Bob, it really upset me.” you say pacing your bedroom floor. “I thought you were hurt because you never not call or text.” he nodded, agreeing. “Plus you spending our anniversary that you seemingly forgot with someone I don’t like really doesn’t help.” sitting down you finish your rant with “I don’t want to fight either but do you see where I’m coming from?” as Bob continued to nod quietly.

“I understand, Peach. I’m sorry. I’m going to make it up to you, I promise and I’m not going to hang around Cobra again.” he said, his blue eyes reflecting how apologetic he was. “Thank you, I’m sorry for getting so angry.” you sigh. “It’s alright darling, I’m sorry I upset you. I do have to go since training starts in 5 minutes but keep an eye on your mailbox.”

“I will, I love you Robby”

“I love you more, Peach”

I wake in the night, I pace like a ghost

The room is on fire, invisible smoke

And all of my heroes die all alone

Help me hold onto you

The call ends and you lay down, quickly falling asleep only to wake up what feels like moments later from a nightmare. You pace around your bedroom as Bob and Cobra kissing replays in your mind while you tell yourself it was just a nightmare. You take off your locket and look at the picture of you and Bob inside.

Can you see right through me?

They see right through

They see right through me

I see right through me

You wonder if he could see through the anger. Hoping he didn’t think you were crazy for getting so worked up. He didn’t know that your ex boyfriend cheated on you.

'Cause all of my enemies started out friends

Help me hold onto you

With no one other than your best friend.

—

The knock on the door woke you up. When you looked out of the peephole you didn’t see anyone though. You opened the door to see if it was the mailman and you were right. A bouquet of roses was at your doorstep. Yellow roses, your favorite.

Who could stay?

You could stay

Opening the card that came with the roses you instantly knew it was from Bob. His penmanship was impeccable. “I love you, thinking of you today and every day. Soon we’ll be together but for now, take these roses as a token of my love. Happy anniversary baby. Yours, Bob”

A few tears escaped your eyes as you put the note down. Bob wasn’t your ex-boyfriend, you could trust him. He didn’t mean to hurt you. Plus who could stay mad after that sappy note?

You shot him a thank you text and got ready for the day. Content with the knowledge that Bob loved you as much as you loved him. 

[heavenlyraindrops]

Rain’s love rant

alright, here goes.

I’m cooked. I’m completely and utterly cooked. I feel like I need to share all this cause each detail is something I need to talk about and it’s driving me insane.

Last year of school I met this girl, let’s call her Crystal, through mutual friends. Basically what happened was I annoyed the shit out of her and was so utterly obnoxious, she thought I was a bitch- but for some reason eventually she ended up finding me endearing and we became really close friends.

we talked all the time. We shared everything. We’d walk away from our group at the table during lunch and wander around the campus together. We both liked other people at the time, she liked a girl that I was on kind of bad terms with- and it pissed me to no end because this girl sort of mistreated me, and her friends alienated me from the school community (it was pretty tight-knit) because I was “weird” (I’m autistic) and I vented about this to crystal, MULTIPLE times but Crystal straight up just ignored it. But to be honest, those girls and Sea are genuinely nice when they can be and although it sounds bad (I cried for nights in a row) I think it couldn’t really be helped and there isn’t much resentment anymore, although we’d still never be friends.

Crystal’s affection for Sea fizzled out, and I got the sense that she liked someone else cause there was a strange period of our friendship like this- turned out that person was me. (More on that later.)

She ended up liking another girl- let’s call her Petal. Petal’s a total bitch. Like she just straight up is. There’s nothing to it other than that.

I started liking Crystal after she liked Petal, although I didn’t realize how much I liked her until, well, uh. Yesterday. She and Petal got together, and I was like “omg! So cute!” But I was low-key jealous and didn’t even realize it, and then Petal tried to drag her away and made her join Petal’s friend group, which were the girls in my primary, Sea and all them. I was insanely angry, jealous, sad, everything. She kept talking about Petal, calling Petal the love of her life, and it broke my heart because id always tried to be there for Crystal, advice, venting, comforting, everything. And now she was leaving me and all my friends for Petal, who, as far as I knew, was uhhhhhh let me think- oh! Pretty.

Shit went down, another bitch (Quartz) in my friend group pulled some shit (whole other story) and said me and my friends were talking shit about Crystal, Petal and Sea when we weren’t- it was all Quartz. Me and Crystal had a huge argument over text and I tried to make her see the truth and she said “I don’t know who the fuck is lying” and then “I have the whole weekend to decide.” (She also told me during this argument that she used to like me and when I asked her why she said I was funny, pretty, smart, good at drawing. First time someone’s been clear about what they like about me, something that shows they actually do, and I started crying.)

whole weekend? Fuck, we didn’t speak for the next few MONTHS after that. It was clear she had chosen Quartz and Petal. I literally cried for nights in a row (again). My fucking principal saw me crying outside the school on School Movie Night. And the whole time I was hoping she’d come back. Eventually I realized that she missed me too.

anyway, fast forward to this week, Monday, bank holiday. I turn on my phone and there’s a huge paragraph from Crystal after months of nothing. Her saying that she’s sorry her gf got in the way of our friendship, that she really wanted to be on good terms with me again, that she missed me. So we did.

we both admitted our mistakes and we both felt really bad that we ended up on bad terms for a while and admitted we missed each other, and honestly I was so happy. I think she was too cause she started crying 😭

the next day we saw each other in school, we hugged, made it up, walked around and talked like we used to. Hugging her felt so good. Sometimes she’s walking around with her friends, with Petal clinging to her arm like she always is, then we both share a look and we both smile at each other it was amazing. I cut my hair off this week too and when Sea and her friends came over to talk to Quartz (who hates Sea and Petal btw) Crystal was standing behind them next to Petal and she didn’t look at Petal, she looked at ME, pointed at her head, mouthed “haircut” or smth idk and smiled and I nodded really giddily and oh god. Then Petal just stared at us both.

Our school had our sports day yesterday, she texted me like “I was gonna come over and talk to you but I couldn’t” and it made me happy but broke my heart at the same time.

I talked about it with my friends and they said it was kind of obvious, how jealous and angry I’d gotten when she’d left our group. They said it wasn’t my fault I liked Crystal.

I could go on and on forever about her. She’s so fucking beautiful- I think I’m genuinely in love which is insane for someone my age but I truly like her, I’ve liked her for so so long without realizing it and now I’ve lost her to Petal and I wanna cry. I like everything about her, even her flaws, the good and the bad, and yes I do want her to be happy but can’t she be happy with me?

I feel really guilty too, especially when I look at her and Petal and realize how happy they are together. I wish I was like Petal honestly, Petal is so pretty and cute and just straight up adorable. And I know I shouldn’t be coveting thy neighbours wife, but I can’t help it. But it’s ok if I liked her before she got with Petal right? 😭😭

I hate this.

ok vent over bye besties

[zennybearr]

Could you please do Evelyn and Abraxas fluff after they had a little fight?

Maybe abraxas comes back home from work and little lucius is very worried as to why his usually so cheery parents aren’t talking to each other at ALL so he becomes their wingman and helps fixes things between them.

Or you could do just whatever :)

evelyn sat in the drawing room, her fingers idly tracing the rim of her teacup. the soft ticking of the clock was the only sound, filling the otherwise tense silence that hung over the manor like a heavy fog. she hadn’t spoken to abraxas since the argument that morning, and though the words had been sharp, she couldn’t quite remember what had sparked it now.

lucius, their young son, peeked around the doorway. his silver-blonde hair, so much like his father's, was slightly mussed from his playing earlier, but his sharp eyes missed nothing. he had noticed the unusual quiet between his parents and, being perceptive even at such a young age, knew something was wrong.

abraxas came home from the ministry later than usual, the fatigue of the day settling into his bones. as he stepped through the door, the usual warmth of the manor felt muted. his wife wasn’t there to greet him, as she always did, and that absence stung more than he cared to admit. pride, however, kept him silent. he placed his cloak and hat neatly by the door, the clink of his cane the only sound as he made his way inside.

lucius frowned. he hated seeing his usually smiling parents so distant. to his young mind, it didn’t make sense — they were always together, always laughing, always so perfectly... them. determined, he padded down the corridor to his father’s study, where abraxas had disappeared to, and knocked softly.

“come in,” came abraxas’ deep voice, though it lacked its usual warmth.

lucius pushed the door open and, with all the innocence of a child, walked right up to his father. “father, why aren’t you and mother talking?”

abraxas looked down at his son, momentarily taken aback by the straightforward question. “sometimes, adults disagree, lucius,” he said, choosing his words carefully. “but that doesn’t mean we don’t care for each other.”

lucius frowned, clearly unsatisfied with the answer. “but you love mother. and mother loves you. so... say sorry. then everything can be happy again.”

abraxas couldn’t help but smile at his son’s earnestness. “it’s not always that simple, my boy.”

lucius huffed, hands on his hips in a perfect imitation of evelyn when she was frustrated. “i think it is. if you’re sorry, and mother’s sorry, then you should both say so.”

abraxas paused, looking down at the small boy who was so insistent on mending things. in his heart, he knew lucius was right — he was sorry. sorry for whatever petty argument had come between them, and sorry for letting pride keep him from resolving it sooner.

“you’re right,” abraxas finally admitted, his tone softer. “thank you, lucius.”

lucius beamed and, without another word, grabbed his father’s hand, pulling him towards the drawing room where evelyn still sat, lost in thought.

when they entered, evelyn looked up, surprised to see abraxas standing there with lucius practically dragging him forward. her eyes met abraxas’, and in that silent exchange, the weight of the argument melted away. it seemed so small now, so insignificant.

before either could say a word, lucius pushed them closer together, clearly proud of his efforts. “now, both of you say sorry, and then we can all have dinner.”

abraxas chuckled softly, the sound warming the room once more. “evelyn, i’m sorry. i was being stubborn.”

evelyn’s lips twitched into a smile, her heart softening at the sight of her husband and their earnest little boy. “i’m sorry too,” she said gently. “i didn’t mean for it to go on this long.”

abraxas reached for her hand, and when their fingers entwined, the last of the tension dissolved. lucius, satisfied with his work, clapped his hands. “see? now everything’s better!”

evelyn laughed, pulling her son into her lap and wrapping an arm around abraxas. “yes, darling, everything’s better now.”

abraxas leaned down to kiss her temple, his voice a soft murmur. “i don’t know what we’d do without him.”

lucius, unaware of just how much he had helped, grinned up at them both. “now can we have pudding?”

and just like that, the warmth and love returned to the manor, with lucius proudly leading his parents to dinner, certain he had saved the day.

[whatanightmaregrinch]

John Hancock x Fem!Sole Survivor- First kisses

When John Hancock kissed Sole for the first time; it was…bad. He assumed a lady like her would know how to be gentle, but it was bruising and rough and not at all like he expected from her. His lips were trying to keep up, but he couldn’t get past how aggressive the kiss was. He knew his lips were no glass of Nuka Cola to touch; the radiation drug he’d taken years ago had seen to that, but damn. Their foreheads bumped together, and he found himself thankful his nose wasn’t there for her to crush. Her hands were shaking as they gripped the front of his jacket, and he had to stifle an amused laugh as she withdrew, flushed and heavily embarrassed. “Don’t you say a word, John. Not a word.” She accused him, jabbing a finger into his chest. He raised a long gone brow like she was asking the impossible. He couldn’t not say anything. “Look, all I’m sayin’ is ya could use a Calmex or somethin’, it’s not like it was ya first kiss or anythin’ .” He said teasingly, smiling as he talked to communicate it didn’t bother him as much as it was bothering her. They had plenty of time for her to practice, John wasn’t as easily put off as others might be. Besides, how was she supposed to improve if no one told her? Her blush deepened immediately, and she stepped away from him. Her whole demeanor had changed, and she found herself looking at their feet. But it was, Hancock. That was my first kiss. “Yeah haha- no, I’ve kissed so many people, you’ve got no idea.” She tried to smooth talk, but her voice raised a pitch by the end of the sentence and she couldn’t even look him in the face. John had felt slightly unsettled at her tone, and then suddenly; it clicked. “You’ve.. you’ve had your first kiss, right?” He said nervously. She was married at one point, she had a child. Surely he was just being silly- “Yes-“ See Hancock? Stop being a fuckwa- “-…Just now.” Shit. Fucking shit. She was looking at him with an expression he could only describe as brave. Her beautiful face was contorted with embarrassment; he could see something akin to vulnerability showing on her face. What a fucking asshole you are, John Hancock. Well done. “I uh, I didn’t mean too…” he stumbled, and she rubbed her arm awkwardly. “It’s okay, John. You did, but you didn’t know; It’s okay.” She comforted, and he felt shame rise up within him. He’d just insulted her and she was the one trying to comfort him. He didn’t know what to say to fix the situation, especially after he’d done a Hancock special and put his stupid fucking foot in his stupid fucking mouth. All he’d wanted since they’d admitted their feelings for each other weeks ago was to be close like this, and now she’d finally come to him-he’d royally fucked it. He wanted to reach out to her, but didn’t know how, so he just moved on, fidgeting as he spoke. “-How did you manage to get a kid without… you know..” he trailed off, not sure how to finish his sentence. She went quiet for a moment, trying to figure out a response. She searched the air, trying to find the words she needed, but she just kept glancing back at  John’s face; patiently waiting for his partner to answer.   “It was.. different, back then. You didn’t have time, to get things done. There was civil unrest- I think a lot of us just got married and had kids because we were scared we wouldn’t get the chance. Nate wasn’t a bad guy, we were just too young.”  She said unevenly, with the tone of a woman who could have over 200 years of retrospection could . Hancock held back his opinions about how he could have still lent over and kissed her at any time. He didn’t want to make things into an argument, although committed that to memory so he could bring it up to her at a later date. His heart suddenly stuttered as it dutifully reminded him that he was her first kiss. Him. He grasped her hands with his own; her watching him intently as he pressed a kiss against her knuckle tenderly, and the blush came right back to her cheeks. He was rewarded with a small smile, and one-hundred percent of her attention. “Sooo…. What I’m hearin’ ya say is, the good ole mayor was your first? Even if ya had to wait 200 years for me?” She snorted, pinching his hands in reply. “In a round-about way, yes. If it helps you sleep better.” She said, amused by his bravado. He grinned, wolfishly. “Baby, with you next to me I won’t sleep at all.”

[basketprutas]

Hiii hello~! I'm not sure if this counts as a triggering or sensitive topic, if it is please feel free to ignore it ofc! ^^;

I was wondering how Tartaglia would react when he finds out reader is can't have children? He already knows having children of their own is a bit scary for her for multiple reasoning, but after trying to convince her, they give it a shot. Only to later find out... she can't have any kids. It devastated her only because she fears how Tartaglia would even view her and how crushed he must be feeling, knowing he's a family man and he probably dreamt of having a family with her for years?? (I like the childhood friends to lovers trope shh)

A good/comforting ending would be really nice.. reverse comfort sounds nice too.. I really want them both to be happy tbh :,-)

WHAT IF SERIES- REQUESTED! ✧*。

Now playing… Sweet Nothings by Taylor Swift

“And the voices that implore, you should be doing more, to you I can admit, that I'm just too soft for all of it.”

Content Warning: Heavy mentions of infertility, please don’t read if this topic is sensitive to you.

Genre: Tartaglia x Fem!reader who is a married couple but reader is infertile. Angst with happy ending. Reverse comfort in the midst of it all.

Notes: my first request! Hopefully I got it right to the nail. This is my first time writing this kind of topic, so apologies in advance for any discrepancies.

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“Don’t you want a family with me? Tell me, honestly, is this where you’re coming from? I would understand if you were scared of having kids but-”

“It’s because I can’t bear a child, okay?!” You stand in your kitchen island, head hung low. In the heat of the argument, you weren’t ready to say it to him, not when you just found out about it a few days ago yourself. Childe just looked at you, eyes wide open on the other side of the kitchen island. His hand which was bearing a fist was now gone.

“I went to the doctor. They said… I can’t. It’s not you, It’s not the both of us, it’s me. And I know you’ve been wanting this- God knows I wanted it too. But… Fuck.” You mutter, voice shaking. He didn’t waste any time to walk up to you and hug you. You held unto him tightly, now crying in his chest. He comforted you by rubbing his hand on your back while whispering “Shh, okay. Let's sit down on the couch.”

You stayed there on the couch, comforting one another for what felt like hours until Childe spoke up. “When did you find out?” He asks in a whisper. “The day before yesterday. I didn’t know how to tell you, but we were fighting over it again, and I got ahead of myself and just dropped it. I-I’m sorry.” You reply with no more tears left to cry. He continued to comfort you, nodding at what you said as the both of you hugged one another. “I understand now. I’m sorry too. For arguing about this, for everything.” He said.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

The next few weeks the both of you tried to ignore the feeling lingering in your home, the feeling of loss. The loss of something that could’ve been, imagining that someone that could’ve been in your and Childe’s arms, trying to fall asleep as you cradled the baby the both of you should’ve had. 

Nights fell silent, just a quick 'goodnight' from one another while Childe closes the bedroom lights. You stayed up late, thinking of how much grief you felt. You were grieving over a baby that wasn’t even born yet, but something else plagued your mind.

How does Tartaglia feel about all this? Despite everything, you knew he wanted this the most. And that thought crushes you; Does he feel regret in marrying you now that you can’t have his children? Does he not want you anymore after knowing that? Your sleepless nights consisted of those thoughts, left with more questions than answers.

But one night, staying awake in the bed you and Childe share, you heard a sniffle. You didn’t move, hoping to hear it again just to be sure. And you hear it again, and again until it stops. You hear Childe fix his position, and then you realize, is he crying?

“Ajax?” You whisper in the dark. You rarely use that name, but with emotions heightened that very night, you felt like it was appropriate. “Yes?” “Are you okay?” you turn to face him, despite not seeing anything, you knew he was also facing you. You heard another sniffle and immediately closed the space between the two of you to hug him. “Oh honey, I’m sorry…” You say, brushing your hand on his hair. He was now sobbing, the same way you did when you told him.

“What’s on your mind, hm? You can tell me all about it. I’m right here.” You say, still hugging him. “It’s nothing, what you said last week just really hit hard.” He confesses.

"You know it's been a dream of mine, right? To have kids, more specifically to have one with you myself, for years now... Hell, I even told you before we became a couple that you'll have my kids and I'll have yours." He jokes, trying to lighten up the mood.

“I know, I know. I’m sorry. We’ll find another way around this, Ajax, I promise.” As you said these words, he felt safe and comforted. He nods, and stays in your hold, the heavy feeling slowly drifting away. Though some things were left unsaid, both of you knew that this moment solidified your relationship even more.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

For the next few months, you and Childe researched heavily on ways both of you can have Children. From fostering to adopting, there were many options that you had in mind, but you both agreed to try and adopt a small pet for now.

You were still debating whether or not the both of you wanted a cat or a dog, or maybe a reptile, or even a bird. So adopting an animal was on hold for a bit. One night, in a strong thunderstorm, you and Childe lay on the couch, watching a movie when you hear scratches on the front door. Confused, you look through the peephole, but you saw nothing. The scratches grew louder and louder until you opened the door out of frustration to see a small black-coloured kitten on your front porch, looking up at you. 

“Childe, there’s a kitten.”

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

You kept the kitten of course, with it being adorably cute. You clearly saw how much this changed your and Childe's well-being. He’d buy one cat toy per week because the kitten kept breaking every single one. He would always groom the kitten, despite it not needing that much assistance. He would always prepare it's food, and silently watch as the kitten finishes the food. He'd always wipe the kitten's face after it ate.

You saw how happy he looked taking care of the kitten. Though it wasn’t exactly what you both had in mind, given the situation, it was enough.

One day, you went home to see Childe on the couch, lying down as the cat was sleeping peacefully on his chest. 

You put down your things and went to the bathroom. Despite being notified of your infertility, you and Childe still tried. You knew you had to take a pregnancy test today, so you grabbed a test from your cupboard and did so.

After a few minutes, you barge out of the bathroom, pregnancy results in your hand. You run up to Childe, startling him and the kitten.

“Baby, I’m pregnant.”

END.

Notes: I actually enjoyed writing this prompt, and to be honest I thought of the kitten as scara LMAO hope you enjoyed it! Thanks once again anon for requesting.

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