#so that caused ANOTHER explosive argument that ended with him saying “you know what!? have a good night kiah”

[missgenoard]

*deep nauseated sigh*

[scarlethexelove]

If possible could you do a intersex kate bishop x Stark fem reader where Kate and reader are rivals with alot of tension towards each other and soon they begin to have a argument/fight that turns into a love confession with reader and Kate ending up sleeping together and reader becoming pregnant with Kate's child

I Love You, You Idiot

Pairing: Kate Bishop x Stark!Reader

Word Count: 4804

Warnings: Intersex Kate, Little bit of angst, Smut, Some fluff, being shot, being trapped, Kate's got a big dick (Yes that needs to be a warning in itself), unexpected pregnancy, throwing up, blood draw, soft protective Tony, Mentions of torture, mentions of kidnapping, mentions of being skinned, Scars, Kind of a frenemies vibe, P in V, unprotected sex, Little bit rough sex, Choking, Maybe more I can't think of

Pt 2

A/n: I loved writing this one. Sorry it took so long. I knew this one was going to get long and I hope you like it. I would definitely be up for adding some more to this in the future.

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You grunt as you pull yourself off the floor. Pain coursing through your shoulder, arm, and head as you look around the room. Pallets of equipment covered in tarps surround the room. A dim light only lets you see the center of the room. You look towards the exit but it is covered in rubble leaving you with no way out. Kate had shot an explosive arrow which had went terribly wrong. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you!” Your eyes land on the raven haired girl who is dusting herself off. “What’s wrong with me? What is wrong with you? You pushed me.” Kate shoots back at you. Anger now taking over and making you forget about the pain you’re in. 

Your Dad Tony Stark sent you on this mission with Kate. You and her don’t get along, always bickering and trying to one up the other. Most of the Avengers know that you both can’t stand to be in the same room with one another so why did your father send you out with her of all people. It’s not that you don’t find the girl endearing but she just, you don’t know how to put your finger on it. This mission was supposed to be easy in and out but that all changed in a matter of moments. 

“I had to push you you idiot or did you want to fucking die?” You scoff as you jump and sit on one of the pallets. Grimacing when you poke at the bullet wound adorning your left arm not even being able to lift it to get a better look at the wound. Kate’s features soften for a moment as she sees your condition. You look up at her and see her shifting as she looks at you just causing you to scowl. “Oh so you had a death wish, got it. Next time leave me the fuck out of it.” Kate quickly snaps out of it. “If you hadn’t pushed me then we wouldn’t be in this mess.” Her arms cross over her chest as she huffs. You roll your eyes. “Kate, that agent would have shot you if I hadn’t pushed you out of the way.” You notice how Kate’s nostrils flare when she is angry. “I would have been fine. I would have gotten him.” 

Your patience is already wearing thin as your arm bleeds and you can now feel blood trickling down your face from your head. “He would have killed you, but I took the damn bullet.” You shake your head at the other girl and she shakes her head. “I could have gotten him.” You groan at her arrogance. “No you wouldn't, you didn’t even see him.” Kate just scoffed. She doesn’t want to admit she is wrong and that you are right. “Well if he was going to kill me why did you save me hmm? I thought you hated me.” Kate counters. You don't know what to say. You don’t hate her at all. Yes she annoys the hell out of you but she is a good person and someone that you can rival with. “Why did you do it Y/n?” She raises her voice. When you still stay quiet she yells. “Why the fuck did you save me if you hate me so much?” 

“Because I fucking love you you idiot!” You yell back before going quiet and looking down. You honestly didn’t expect for that to come out of you and neither did Kate. Her jaw dropped as the room was completely silent. It takes her a moment to comprehend what you said. “W-what.” That is when the panic starts to build in you. You just told Kate that you love her. You hadn’t even accepted the fact in your mind before your heart took over and made you yell it out. Kate couldn’t lie she has always found you attractive and hated to admit that she was falling for you even though you bicker all the time. She just thought nothing could ever happen since you obviously hated her but she knows that she was wrong now. 

You can’t bring yourself to look at her as you try to take part of your suit off. You need to check your wound and you want to forget that you just admitted feeling you haven’t fully grasped. “I-It’s nothing.” You mumble. You whimper when you can’t get your suit from off your shoulder. 

Kate snaps out of her stupor when she hears you whimper in pain. She quickly makes her way over to you. “I think your shoulder is dislocated.” You hadn’t noticed how close Kate had gotten until you looked up startled. You don’t say anything and just nod. “Let me help.” You want to push her away and deal with it yourself but you know you can’t so you just nod again. “Okay.” 

Kate looks over you to assess your injuries. When her explosive arrow went off it sent you flying into the wall. Your shoulder taking most of the impact and your head hitting against the wall. Blood drips down your face from the cut on your head. A sliver of it peaking through your hairline. All of the anger washes away as she sees the bullet wound adorning your arm. You were right and she might have been dead if you hadn’t pushed her out of the way. Your left side taking the brunt of all your injuries. Kate uses what Clint has taught her in order to treat you in the field. She helps get your suit down until it is sitting around your hips but you are wearing a long sleeve black shirt underneath. Kate hesitates before asking. “May I?” 

You’re worried about Kate seeing you without your shirt on. Some of your past is only known to a select few outside of your immediate family. Four people to be exact Fury, Steve, Natasha, and Wanda. But you know for her to be able to help you she needs more access so you nod once again. A lump forming in your throat as she carefully removes your shirt. If she sees the scars she isn’t letting on but you know she can see them and you're thankful that she isn’t bringing attention to them. 

It’s mostly silent other than your grunts and whimpers of pain as Kate pops your shoulder back in place and dresses your wounds. Leaving you thankful for the silence but the room is tense. Once Kate is done you look up at her and give her a soft smile. “Thank you.” It’s barely above a whisper but she hears it. Kate is about to speak before you cut her off. “I’m sorry.” Tears shine in your eyes not meeting her gaze. So many emotions are flooding you and you are struggling to hold onto one. “What for?” Kate asks you. “For everything. I was mean and spiteful to you for no reason. Well, more like I was scared.” Kate’s gaze softens. “Scared of what?” You struggle to find the right words to say. “Scared of what you would think of me. Scared of feelings that I don’t understand.” You look up at her and she sees the tears shining in your eyes. “I thought if I pushed you away and just was, I don’t know meaner to you I could just get rid of those feelings. I thought it would be better if you just hated me instead. But instead you made me fall for you more and I know that now. You don’t have to accept anything from me and you can hate me. I just wanted you to know that I’m sorry.” 

Kate takes the chance she cups your cheeks leaning in and kissing you. You're surprised but soon reciprocate the kiss. You don’t even realize how heated the kiss has gotten until Kate pulls away and you're breathing heavier. She leans her forehead against yours and whispers. “I love you too Y/n.” You look into her eyes for any hint of doubt but all you find is truth. Kate pulls back slightly her hands moving to your waist. Your legs wrapping around her waist and pulling her closer just wanting to feel closer to her. 

That is when you feel it. Her bulge in her pants and you can tell just from the short make out session that it definitely stirred something within her. Kate notices that you can tell and starts to pull away. “I-I’m sorry.” You wrap your legs around her tighter and shake your head. “I want you Kate, please.” You grind your hips lightly making the other girl groan. “R-right here?” You don’t know where some of this confidence has come from but with your good arm you cup her cheek in your hand and rub gently. “Katie we are kind of stuck here and I just want to feel you.” Your words flipping a switch in her grip on your waist tightening. “Fuck.” She groans. 

Kate is quick to help rid you of the rest of your suit. Tossing it to the side already sees a wet patch forming on your underwear. She bites her lip admiring your body. You normally would be self conscious of your body but the look in Kate’s eyes has that washing away. Letting yourself be vulnerable with her. She doesn’t seem to care about the scars that litter your body. She only sees the beauty in your strength. 

A finger hooks into the waistband of your underwear as Kate slides them down your thighs until they fall to the ground. Your body is now naked in front of the fully dressed woman but not for long. Kate eagerly strips down until she is only in a sports bra and boxers. You can see her cock straining against the fabric. You reach out for her, wanting her to come closer, but she takes her time. Finally pulling her boxers down and letting her cock spring free. She is much larger than you had expected. Kate notices your look of shock which makes her feel a little self conscious. She is about to step back when you reach for her again. “Katie.” She hesitates for a moment so you speak again. “I’ve never taken anything… anyone so big before.” Kate relaxes, finally stepping closer to you, slotting herself between your legs. “If at any point it becomes too much, let me know and I’ll stop.” She gets closer, the tip of her cock bumping your clit making you groan. 

“Please Katie.” Your need and want for her taking over. Kate just chuckles with one hand on her cock as she looks down slowly, swiping it through your folds. Coating it in your juices. She hasn’t even done anything yet and you're already a dripping mess. She is entranced by your dripping pussy as she keeps teasing you. You whine a little and buck your hips but that doesn’t stop her teasing. You start to grow frustrated. “Stop teasing and just fuck me already.” You're barely able to get the words out before Kate is thrusting her length into you. Her cock splitting you open and stretching your walls further than ever before. 

“O-oh fuck.” You gasp. Kate takes a minute with her hands going back to grip at your hips. “Shit so fucking tight.” Kate starts to ease out before pushing back in. A painfully delicious stretch as she picks up speed. Small breathy moans start tumbling from your lips as Kate pistons her hips into you. Kate looks from where you two are connected looking at your already blissed out face. Your mouth hangs slightly open as moans continue to fall from your lips. “Fuck so this is how I get you to shut up pretty girl. Fucking your tight little hole with by big cock.” You can’t help the blush that rises as you nod your head words escaping you. 

Kate tests the waters with you a little bit as one of her hands moves up to your neck wrapping around it loosely. Your eyes widen and with a particularly hard thrust from Kate you moan. She applies some pressure to your throat causing another moan to be caught in your throat. Your head falling back and your arm wrapping around Kate and digging your nails into her back causing her to moan. You like the sound of her moan so you scratch down her back and clench around her length. More moans tumbling from her lips. Your combined moans bouncing off the walls as Kate continues fucking herself into you. 

“Mmmm K-Kate.” Your words breathy as the knot grows tighter. Kate's hand is still firm around your neck as she drives her hips into yours. “Fuck you feel so good around me baby girl.” Kate leans in kissing you. You moan into her mouth giving her access, allowing her tongue to explore your mouth. Your legs pull her closer to you as your nails draw blood on her back. You're both so close. Kate’s thrust becomes sloppy as she draws near. You grind your hips into hers looking for your release. 

“Wanna cum baby girl?” Kate mumbles against your lips. Trying desperately to hold her own orgasm back wanting to see and feel you fall apart for her. “Mmm please.” You whimper. “Cum for me.” Kate demands. Your vision blurs and your legs shake around her hips. Your nails racking down her back leaving angry red lines cuming harder than you have ever cum before gushing around her cock which just sets Kate off. Her hips stutter as she paints your walls white. Her thrust slows as she continues to cum. Filling you so full there is a slightly large bulge on your lower abdomen and her cum leaking out around her cock. You have never felt this full in your life but it’s a feeling that you could get used to. 

When Kate stops her hands drop from your throat as she wraps her arms around you and buries her head in your neck pulling you as close as possible. Your head falls on her shoulder as you both hold one another panting. When you both have calmed down enough Kate pulls back and looks at your disheveled state finding you even more beautiful than before. “That was…” You breathe and Kate finishes. “Wow.” Which causes you both to giggle. 

Kate slowly pulls out of you which causes you to wince and whimper. “I’m sorry.” She says hating that she could have hurt you. “It’s ok Katie, just sensitive.” You say with a small smile. She smiles back at you before her attention is drawn down. She watches as a mix of both of your cums leak out of you. Wish she could just push back into you making sure that it all stays in but she doesn’t want to hurt you. So Kate does what she can to make you more comfortable. She wanders around setting up a small place for the both of you to lay down. Once she is done she picks you up but you stop her. “Kate, I can walk.” You slap at her arm lightly. She holds up her hands in defense. You get up but your legs wobble and your knees give out. You would have hit the ground if it weren’t for Kate’s strong arms catching you. “Don’t say it.” You warn the girl. She just chuckles. 

Soon you’re both laying on the ground, you on your side that isn’t injured cuddled up into Kate’s side. Your bummed arm draped lightly over her stomach. Her arms wrapped securely around you as her fingers dance across your skin lightly brushing the large scar adorning your side. You know that she is just absentmindedly just doing it but you feel safe with her. Your head that was laying on her chest now propped up on your chin looking at the raven haired girl. “Would you like to know?” You question her, your words soft. Kate smiles at you. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.” 

You lay your head back on her chest and let out a deep sigh. “When I was 13 a group of men kidnapped me. The daughter of the great Tony Stark should be able to get access to all the money and weapons they desire. I don’t know why they thought a 13 year old would have that but I guess they weren’t all that smart. When I couldn’t give them what they wanted they tortured me.” You have to pause for a second letting out a shaky breath. Kate is listening and holding you close for comfort. “I was there for a week with little food or water. Right before my Dad found me they took a large knife and literally skinned my side. They um, they sent it to my Dad which actually helped him find me. For as dumb as they were, they were also good at hiding. Not many people know outside of my Mom and Dad. Only Fury, Steve, Natasha, and Wanda and well I guess now you.” 

You nuzzle into Kate’s chest trying to stop the tears from falling. You can hear Kate sniffle causing you to look up at her and see the tears shining in her eyes. Her other hand moves up to cup your cheek. “I’m so sorry that happened to you Y/n/n.” You give her a reassuring smile. “It’s ok. I um still go to therapy for it and still have some nightmares but they have gotten better.” She leans in and kisses your forehead. The room grows silent as you both lay in each other's embrace. 

Your eyes flutter closed as you grow close to sleep but you're woken when you hear a voice and not of Kate’s. Your com is sitting on top of your clothes. You quickly crawl over to it and stick it in your ear. “Y/n/n are you there? Please be there.” You hear your Dads voice come through the com. “Dad?” You question hoping you're not just hearing things. “Thank god you’re alive. Are you hurt? Is Kate there with you?” He asks quickly. “Yes Dad, we are ok.” You tell him as Kate is behind you rubbing her hand up and down your back. “Y/n is injured but I patched her up the best I can.” You can’t help but look back at her and scowl which just causes her to smirk. “Shit, okay. We have your tackers and we are working to get you two out of there. I’ll have medical on standby.” You huff. “Dad, I'm fine.” Kate talks over you. “No, she was shot.” Your head shoots back to look at her again. “It was nothing.” Your Dad is silent for a moment. “Medical will be ready to look you over when we get you out. We should get to you in less than an hour.” You nod your head like your Dad can see you but you realize he can’t. “Okay see you soon.” 

You push Kate when you stop talking to your dad. “I just want to help you baby girl.” You can’t help but sigh knowing that she is right. Your cheeks are also heating up from hearing her call you that which just makes the girl smirk at you. So you push her playfully. You both quickly get dressed Kate helping you get dressed as you wait to be rescued. 

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You’re sitting in the lab with your Dad as you work on upgrades for yours and Nat’s weapons. You even have some ideas for Kate which makes you smile to yourself. But the smile soon falls when the familiar feeling in your stomach has you stopping. The tools once in your hands clatter on the counter as you lung for the trashcan. With the trash can now grasped in your hands and propped on your lap the small amount of content in your stomach is thrown up. Tony is behind you in seconds rubbing his hand up and down your back.

Once you're done throwing up you set the trashcan back down and wipe your lips. “If I didn’t know any better I would think you were pregnant. You’ve been sick the last few days kiddo.” Tony says as he tries to comfort you. But his words spark something inside of you. You think back. It has been two months since the mission and you and Kate had sex. You’re just now realizing that you haven’t had your period either. 

You start to panic as you realize that your Dads words more than likely ring true. Tony watches your expression change. You get up and start to move around the lab. Tony grabs you and stops you in your tracks. “Hey kiddo calm down.” His hands are on your shoulder. You look up to him with tears in your eyes. “I-I need to go to the store.” He knows what you want and shakes your head. “We can do a blood test here in the lab. It is much more accurate than those tests.” You give your dad a small nod. He leads you over to his work area having you sit as he gets ready to draw your blood. You're both quiet as he sets up. As he starts taking your blood he speaks. “I didn’t even know you were seeing someone.” You sigh and look down. “It’s complicated Dad.” He is silent for a moment as he pulls the needle out and places a piece of gauze on the spot. You hold it there and pull your arm back. “Are you going to tell me who it is?” He asks you but you stay silent.

As Tony starts running the test you go and brush your teeth before coming back to the silent room and continuing your work. Trying everything to distract yourself from the gnawing feeling in your gut. You don’t know how much time has passed. It feels like it is going slow and fast at the same time. You're brought back to reality when the computer beeps. You watch as your Dad rolls over to the computer screen and pulls up the results. You can’t see through his head but you're scared to look. It’s not that you don’t want kids, it is the fact you didn’t expect to have any right now and you’re not even dating Kate. 

Tony rolls out of the way and angels the screen towards you. The screen shows pregnant. You can feel the tears welling in your eyes as they move to your Dad’s face. You can’t tell what he is feeling at the moment but all you do is start to cry. “I-I’m sorry Daddy. I didn’t… I didn’t mean to.” You don’t even know why you're crying but just as before Tony is to you in seconds this time wrapping his arms around you tightly as you cry into his chest. He reassures you as he holds you close. Once you start to calm down he speaks up again. “Do you want to keep it?” You nod as you pull back a little and look up at him. There is a small smile on his face. “Now are you going to tell me who fucked my daughter?” You push at him a little as he chuckles which just brings a smile to your face. You know you are going to have to tell him because you have to tell Kate but you're still a little scared and you know if you don’t do it now you won’t have the courage. 

“Promise you won’t get mad?” You look at Tony who is still holding you in his arms. “Was it an Avenger?” He questions you. You pull back from him and wipe some of the tears off your face. “Please don’t be mad.” You tell him. “You fucked another Avenger!” He exclaimed. “Dad, if you don’t promise me that you aren’t going to be mad and respectful, I'm not going to tell you.” Tony grumbles but agrees. You let out a sigh before speaking again. “F.R.I.D.A.Y.?” It is quiet for a moment. “Yes Miss. Stark?” A female voice is heard overhead. “Can you please ask Kate to please come down to the lab.” You don’t dare to look at your Dad as you talk. “Right away Miss. Stark.” 

When you finally meet your Dad’s gaze his mouth is hanging open in shock. Everyone knew that you and Kate didn’t get along so how could it be her. Though most have noticed that since your mission with her and being trapped together your dynamic has changed. You two wanted to keep things private and navigate these changes without the others knowing. So in front of the others you two were friendlier with one another but spent time together to get to know one another in private. Most just figured you two being trapped together changed things for you both but this wasn’t on their bingo cards for sure. 

The door creaks open bringing your attention to the Raven hair girl that walks through the door. Kate notices the tear stains on your face and her gaze softens. “Is everything okay? F.R.I.D.A.Y. said you were looking for me.” She looks between you and Tony and she can see the obvious scowl on his face. You give her a short nod before speaking up. “Dad, can you give us the room?” But he doesn’t move, still scowling at the other girl. “Dad you promised.” He grumbles and moves to leave. “Don’t try anything funny with my daughter, I'll be watching you.” He says to Kate as he walks by before heading out the door. He has always been protective over you and even more so of your sister so it is no surprise that he is acting like this. 

“Y/n/n what's wrong?” Kate asks you but you don’t say anything, just taking her hand and walking her over to the screen. You drop her hand as you turn the screen for her to read. You drop your head not wanting to see her reaction. Not wanting to see her upset with you. The room goes silent once again as the results of the screen sink in. “You.. You’re pregnant?” Kate questions. You finally look up at her as tears that you didn’t even know were there start slipping down your face. You nod. “I-I’m so sorry. I didn’t m-mean for-” Your cut off when Kate wraps her arms around you and picks you up spinning you around. 

You have to tell her to stop and put you down before you throw up all over her. She quickly puts you down but doesn’t let you go. “I’m sorry.” You mumble looking down. Kate removes one of her arms from around you and makes you look up at her. “Why are you sorry?” You can see genuine excitement in her eyes but also the concern she has for you. “Because I got pregnant.” You tell her feeling disappointed in yourself. She just shakes her head at you with a soft smile on her face. “You don’t need to be sorry for that. It takes two to make a baby and last time I checked I wasn’t the only one who came that day.” Her words make you blush a little and she chuckles. “I want kids more than anything baby girl and I would love to have them with you if that is what you wanted.” 

You can’t help the happy tears that fall. “More than anything.” You mumble. You were so scared before but now all you have is excitement for a new chapter. Kate leans in capturing your lips with hers. The kiss becomes heated quickly as Kate pulls you closer, but you're both broken apart when you hear banging on the glass. You pull back looking past Kate at your Dad who is banging on the glass walls of the lab. You wave him off knowing that he is grumbling to himself. You both laugh at the situation before Kate gives you another quick peck. 

Kate looks down at you love and desire in her eyes. She moves one of her hands onto your stomach with a smile, her gaze on your stomach before looking back up at you. “Y/n Stark will you be my girlfriend?” You shed some more tears as you smile and nod. “I would love nothing more than that.” You kiss Kate again before pressing your foreheads together basking in the moment and the excitement of what is to come next on this new journey.

[downtwngrl]

INTRICATE.

hi so it’s been a WHILE. uhhhh rewatched challengers for the thousandth time and it broke me out of my writers block! i don’t know how im going to continue w this, so feel free to drop any ideas and ill add it to the lore 😈 note: series prob isn’t gonna end with any smut scene bc im incapable of writing one without it sounding stupid asf! but who knows, you might be surprised

cw: 1.4k words,,, art and reader are dating but fighting, set in stanford era, tashi is NOT injured, patashi, hints of reader crushing on tashi but repressing it, fighting, tensiontensionTENSION! basically everyone is friends with one another but they all want each other BAD. lmk what else i should add :)

“it’s complicated.” that’s what you say every time someone asks you what your relationship with art donaldson is. and it’s true— you guys are fiery, but not explosive. complex, but not convoluted. it’s just… strange. intricate. hence, complicated.

you think he’d probably say the same thing, but there’s no real way to know, since you can’t exactly ask. the two of you aren’t on speaking terms right now, and for the same reason you two stopped talking last time, and the time before that.

art donaldson can’t split his time between his girlfriend and his fucking best friend’s girlfriend. and you can recite the argument quite well, maybe even word for word; it’s still fresh in your mind, engraved there.

“c’mon, you can’t just keep ditching me for her. it’s annoying, and it hasn’t just happened once or twice, you know.”

“i know.” art sighed, a hand tangled in his hair as if to ground himself. your name fell from his lips, voice cracking midway. “what do you want me to do? she needed help with her physics homework.”

“she can get one of her fucking groupies to help her! she’s a big girl, she doesn’t need to rely on you.” the way you said it, mocking and condescending, was mean, and you know it. you don’t hate tashi— you can’t even bring yourself to dislike her. but it hurts every single time you text art on your motorola and get hit back with some half-assed variation of ‘helping tashi. sry :( i’ll come later.’ he never actually shows up at ‘later’, which only rubs salt in the wound.

art’s jaw ticked. his eyebrows furrowed and eyes darkened in a way you’d only seen once before, when someone was talking shit about tashi in the cafeteria. you had watched as she calmly reassured art that is was fine, that he needed to relax, but he only shook his head and clenched his fists. in that moment, you wondered if he ever got that angry if he overheard someone talking about you. you now doubt it.

“don’t talk about her like that.” he said it calmly, but your skin still prickled. “she’s an accomplished lady. what about you? what have you done?”

if you sounded condescending before, it was nothing compared to how he sounded then. you scoffed away the sinking feeling in your stomach, blinked back the sting in your eyes. there was a lot you could have said to him then: ���i might not be half as good at tennis as she is, but that’s less embarrassing than being second-best to her boyfriend.’ or ‘i didn’t compete for her number and lose.’ hell, even a good ‘fuck you’ would have sufficed.

instead, you just stood there, frozen, as he grabbed his stanford sweatshirt and left.

when you tell the story to patrick, he laughs, and doesn’t stop laughing until you jab him with your elbow, effectively knocking the oxygen out of him. his hands raise in mock surrender before speaking. “sorry, it’s just funny to see him get like this, i guess.”

you frown. “what’s that supposed to mean?”

“i mean that he likes you, but he likes tashi. i know it, tashi knows it, and from what i heard on the walk here—” he gestures vaguely towards the door to your dorm, “—the school knows it, too. i dunno, i guess it’s amusing ‘cause art has never been so disturbed about this kind of shit. usually he just picks the girl he likes best, but he can’t.”

“you mean he can’t because you’re dating her.”

patrick smirks his signature smirk. you have the urge to punch his teeth out; vagueness is beginning to be a pet peeve of yours. “no, i’ve told him that tashi is free reign.”

the way your stomach flutters at that is shameful. you push the feeling away. “like, you guys aren’t..?”

patrick shrugs. “i mean, currently she hates me because i said i’d go to her match yesterday and i missed it.” these guys really need to stop promising us stuff, you think. “but yeah, when she isn’t pissed off, we’re dating, and we talk about it. ‘bout you guys. she doesn’t really care if the two of you make moves on either one of us.”

you don’t say anything, but your ears feel warm, and your heart is about to explode out of your chest. it doesn’t help when patrick takes that as a sign to keep talking and says—

“i don’t care either.” it suddenly hits you, the closeness between you and him. close enough that you can smell his cologne, one typical of a rich frat boy you’d pass by in the halls. but it feels different, with him. patrick’s smirk has shifted into a grin, a big one. you realize he’s been gauging your reaction, and is thoroughly pleased.

“oh,” you breathe. he snickers, repeats it back playfully. you don’t understand how he’s so relaxed, able to make light-hearted jabs in this moment. art likes you and tashi. tashi doesn’t care if he likes her, or if you like her. patrick doesn’t either. but where do you stand in this?

your phone jingles, the sound muffled from the blood roaring in your ears. you don’t know if you should thank or curse out whoever decided to call you at this second, but you excuse yourself to answer. patrick nods begrudgingly, backs up enough for you to have room to finally start to inhale and exhale again. “hello?”

“hey.” it’s art on the phone. impulsively, you look around, as if he’s hiding somewhere in the dorm he marched out of a few days ago.

holy fuck. “hey!” you sound too cheery to your own ears, and hope that over the line it sounds more convincing. you hear a sigh on the other end, and can imagine art physically loosen. “what, uh— i thought you were mad. at me.”

patrick perks up. ‘art?’ he mouths, and you nod. he attempts to come closer, but you swat at him, moving a few steps away. he pulls a face, but doesn’t move closer. still, he’s definitely trying to hear what art is saying.

“i was.” art laughs nervously, the sound tinny over the phone. “but you’re right. i fucked up. tashi… she isn’t my girl. i need to pay more attention to you, and that’s gonna happen starting now.”

she isn’t my girl. “she could be,” you think aloud. you tense. art chokes. patrick stifles a laugh.

“what?” you pray that he didn’t hear it. you had mumbled it, whispered it, there’s a chance it didn’t pick up. art says your name one, two, three times before you respond.

“sorry, i just zoned out a little.”

“no, you said something. baby, what’d you say?”

“i said ‘you should be’. like, you should be paying more attention, dumb joke, i was trying to sound threatening,” you slap your free hand against your lips to stop your word vomit, then your forehead as you reprimand yourself for acting so stupid.

art hums. “oh, okay.” it should relieve some on the tension in your shoulders, but it doesn’t. he usually laughs when you fluster, but he didn’t. is he unconvinced, or are you overthinking? “hey, tomorrow can you come to my practice at noon? we can go to the cafeteria after, i’ve got wayyy too many meal credits.”

you look to patrick for help, but he shrugs, enjoying the moment. “sure.”

art says his goodbyes, goes ‘mwah!’ through the phone (which usually makes you laugh, but now you feel bad), and once you say bye, he hangs up.

“i’ll go to his practice, too.” it’s never a question with patrick (or with tashi); he just lets you know. “tashi’ll be there. she’s always on the court when she’s free.” you find it endearing that he knows her schedule.

“tashi.” you like the way her name rolls off your tongue, but you’d rather die than admit it.

before you can say anything else, patrick walks over, swings an arm around your shoulders and pulls you close. “don’t forget about what i said.” his breath smells like spearmint gum, the type art is always chewing. maybe he gave him a piece. “just think on it, yeah?”

you nod, and he pats your cheek before walking out the door, leaving you feeling dazed. after a few moments of just laying on your bed, soaking in the conversation you just had, your phone dings.

we’ll see u tmrw :-) -pat (&tash)

[thenewgirl76]

I'll Make You Believe

While the whole "asking a ghost how they died is the worst taboo ever, so don't do it or you'll be in a world of hurt" headcanon is always fun to implement to either create temporary conflict or simply move the story along, I think it'd work just as well on both ends if it was only a minor offense.

Like if you were to ask a once living ecto being how they died the most negative response you'd get would either be some variation of "None of your business puny mortal" or an explanation using the most vividly graphic, stomach turning details as an act of petty revenge as well as insurance you never ask again.

So what could possibly be a way more serious, far more dangerous no-no when it comes to ghosts instead? Well, how about stating ghosts don't exist/there's no such things as ghosts? The reason why being you're invalidating the trauma they've experienced in their last moments.

Makes no difference whether you were aware of this or not. If they find out or worse, it's said to their face? You better hope they'll settle for beating you black-and-blue. Because the alternative is becoming a ghost yourself by the time they're done with you.

Now in dpxyj fics when Danny interacts with Wally and the whole "ghost are/aren't real" argument between them comes into play it's usually depicted as a trivial disagreement. But what if you were to make it more angsty by inserting this take on lack of ghostly etiquette?

Let's say after getting to know his teammates better Danny starts talking about his origins (in vague detail) and exploits, only to eventually be interrupted by Kid Flash declaring that he can't possibly be a ghost as they don't exist. And Robin, Aqualad, Miss Martian, and Superboy all become quite alarmed watching Danny go from easygoing to looking ready to beat Kid Flash to a pulp, as he's now fighting back his ghostly nature. To avoid giving in to the urge he abruptly leaves with a dismissive attitude, much to KF's confusion.

From there it spirals. KF, not realizing he's poking a hornets nest continuing to voice his skepticism whenever the opportunity comes up and each time Danny barely manages to keep it together. Until one day Danny in an explosive rage snatches up KF and in a tone colder than ice tells him he knows what he is, what he went through to reach that state, and that he has no need to justify any of it to him.

Then he leaves once more before he really loses it. Before going after him Miss Martian informs KF of how Danny opened his mind to her and that for his sake she hopes he never shares those memories of what he went through with him. Feeling bad now, KF tries to apologize once Danny returns. Which results in failure again and again since Danny keeps giving him the cold shoulder.

After having yet another apology disregarded KF, in mounting frustration blurts out that he wishes he understood what has Danny so convinced he's a ghost, unaware a certain wish twisting genie he was warned about had been invisibly lurking in the vicinity the instant Danny was elsewhere. Along with the rest of the regulars, as soon as KF's denials had spread to the Ghost Zone Desiree was on the warpath, intent on showing just how real ghosts truly were. By sheer spite and determination she beat everyone else to him, just in time to hear him say the forbidden word, presenting her with the perfect means of retribution.

With a "So you have wished it so shall it be" KF is magically transported to an underwater submarine, occupied by Black Manta. Unable to run as freely without potentially damaging the sub and causing it to flood, the fight upon his unexpected arrival is drawn out to the point KF starts to feel his hyper metabolism weakening him. It's when he's close to dying of starvation that one of the more incompetent goons sends him crashing into the stash of ectoplasm Manta had smuggled with the intent of using it to pollute the waters of Aquaman's Kingdom. The last thing KF sees before blacking out is Desiree looming over him with a smirk of satisfaction.

[quicktosimp]

Why Can't You See?

Summary: The RDA has returned. Since their return, we have not only been fighting with the humans but Jake and I cannot see eye to eye anymore. No matter how hard I try, Jake and I seem to be falling apart. I want to fight for our mateship, but I don't know how much longer I can fight.

Warnings: Canon violence, Disassociation, Attempted Smut (No Actual Smut)

I will never regret the day I met the Sully’s. They are the loves of my life, and I will always cherish them. Having four kids with them was another great gift from Eywa. But I am so tired.

Ever since the humans came back to Pandora, Neytiri and I have taken over the brunt of parenting; not only that, but we have had to fix everything Jake has been doing. He demands and orders the children, especially the boys, to do outrageous things that they end up failing. I then have to go around and reassure the boys before turning around and talking with Jake about it, leading to another argument: Neytiri standing between us, trying to get the two of us to see reason. This has gone on for over a year now, but today is going to be a good day. The raid has been planned to perfection. It’s going to be an in-and-out operation: blow up the tracks, grab the weaponry and supplies, and get out. We already have our chosen spotters: several men who passed their Iknimaya a little after Jake and I did. 

Jake and I lead the team, himself in the air on Bob, while I lead the ground forces on pa’li. My warriors were beside me as we waited for our signal. My anxious emotions were fed back to me by my pa’li, our tsaheylu keeping us connected. My pa’li stomped her hoves impatiently., I sent a wave of calmness to her as I pat her neck soothingly, never taking my eyes off the target. 

Over the comms, I heard Jake say, “Ground teams go,” And we were off.

The resounding sounds of battle cries rang through the air as we raced our way to the tracks. The explosives went off with a bang, turning the tracks to scrap metal, and the train itself flew off the rails, flinging into multiple pieces. Rolling over and on top of each other, each causing their own explosion. The fires were horrendously hot, and the sweltering heat nearly unbearable, but everything had gone as planned. 

I watched as Jake swooped down from the sky, shooting at the aircraft with a cry, Neytiri following after him with her bow, releasing a cry of her own. I shook my bow, releasing my own cry after them, pleased with the results, as I watched the carrier crash. 

“Go! Go!” I shouted at my warriors as we surrounded the crash, “We don’t have long, you know the plan! Stick to your stations!” I ordered as we got into position.

We all got to work; as the air team landed, I noticed that our spotters were on the ground, concerned I reached for my comm, “Devil Dog, you read me? Our spotters are on the ground; who’s in the air?” I asked assertively.

I was handed several more crates before my ear twitched with Jake’s response, “Fireball, we ended up with two more; I put them on spotting, so we have more on the ground.”

I growled as my irritation rose. Damn Jake and changing the plans without telling me.

“We’ll talk about this later,” I growled into the comms before running back to my pa’li and offloading what was in my arms. 

I ran back into the crash site as Jake landed. He watched over the scene, his gun in hand, but did not move a finger in helping us. Neytiri was on the ground, ordering those into collective files. The screeching of our ikrans and our battle cried, making it difficult to hear anything. 

“Let’s go, two minutes, people, let's go,” Jake’s voice rang in my ear. 

I relayed the information, “Two minutes! Let’s go!”

In my haste, I brushed off what I thought was Neteyam’s voice; my boys are back at High Ground; it’s just my paranoia.

On the other side of the destruction, I could hear Norm explaining to grab the high-priority items. I grabbed several more cases of RPGs and ammunition before I noticed my pa’li could carry no more. I swung onto my steed and shouted a call to my warriors, signaling it was time to head out. I looked over to my warriors, watching as they all mounted their pa’li when I heard a war cry, Lo’ak’s war cry. My eyes looked over the wreckage, trying to spot my son, but instead, I was met with the sight of a gunship. A spotter called it first, sounding the alarm. 

“Gunships in bound fall back!” Jake’s voice came through the com.

I hastily replied, “I heard Eagal Eye on the ground! I’m going in!” 

I sent the warriors on their way as I rushed my pa’li into the destruction. 

“Negative Fireball, I have it handled. Head back to base,” Jake ordered through the comm, but I refused even to reply, instead forcing my pa’li faster. 

The gunship fired two shots, blowing up the nearby ground and supplies; someone quickly shot at the gunship, taking out one of its propellers, quickly causing the gunship to spiral and crash. I continued on, the dust and debris coating my face and lungs as the heat became worse than before.

“Lo’ak! Neteyam!” I called as I looked for my sons.

“Lo’ak, where are you? Neteyam?” Jake yelled nearby.

I spotted Jake crouched over; as I approached, I saw Lo’ak in Jake’s arms. I was too relieved to be angry, seeing that Lo’ak was okay. I jumped off my pa’li, joining the two.

“Lo’ak! Are you okay?” I quickly checked over for any injuries. 

Lo’ak quickly nodded his head wordlessly.

“Where’s your brother?” Jake demanded.

Lo’ak attempted to stutter out an answer, only successfully pointing to a general area.

“You two get out of here; go on!” Jake demanded as he continued for Neteyam. 

It felt like a knife had been twisted in my chest, the idea of leaving one of my sons. But Lo’ak was in shock, and I needed to get him home.

I hold Lo’ak’s face in my hands, “Alright, come on, we gotta get out of here; your dad's got Neteyam, okay?”I moved down and grabbed Lo’ak’s hand, pulling him along. 

I rushed through the wreckage, pulling Lo’ak behind me and onto my pa’li, and with a yip, we were off. As we sped through the jungle, I could feel Lo’ak’s arms trembling around me. I reached around and patted at his hair, trying to soothe him the best I could. As we arrived at the meeting place, I helped Lo’ak off my pa’li before turning to the stolen goods.

“Alright, Lo’ak, I need your help. Grab some equipment and load it onto the ikrans,” I explain simply, knowing Lo’ak needs direct instructions. 

“Yes, Ma’am,” Lo’ak answered.

I grabbed his arm, gently pulling him to me; I brushed his braids out of his face, “I don’t care where we are; I’m not a ma’am to you; I’m your Mama.”

A small smile slipped over Lo’ak’s face, “Yes, Mama,” Before he went and continued his duties.

As we continued to transfer the weaponry, the pit in my stomach built. Not knowing if my other son was okay if Jake got Neteyam out of there, was Neteyam hurt? I chewed my lip as I worked on. I watched as Lo’ak started acting like himself again, a bit nervous but much better than before. My team didn’t take long, as soon we were all in the air on our ikrans. I searched the sky furiously, skewering for any signs of my family. Lo’ak flying close to me, he yipped for my attention; as I looked over, he pointed at three ikrans, Neytiri, Jake, and Neteyam. I was finally able to breathe again, seeing Neteyam well enough that he could fly on his own. But as my chest eased from worry, anger took its place. Neither of the kids was to be on this mission, yet Jake wasn’t even surprised! Because he knew, he chanced out the spotters; Lo’ak and Neteyam were the new spotters. Jake deliberately went behind my back and put the kids on the mission! By the time we landed, I was seething, my anger causing me to shake. 

“Sa’nu! Mama!” I heard Tuk yell as he hugged Neytiri. 

I bent over and embraced Tuk and Neytiri, an arm around both of them, using this moment to calm my ire. 

“Fall in,” Jake demanded gruffly, sounding just as pissed as I was.

I couldn’t stop the growl from slipping past my lips as the rage bloomed again. Neytiri and Tuk looked at me, Neytiri with concern and Tuk startled. I placed a kiss on Tuk’s forehead as I watched Lo’ak and Neteyam slowly walk over to stand in front of Jake, both nervous about the outcome. 

And Jake started right into them, “You’re supposed to be spotters. You spot bogeys, and you call ‘em in. From a distance!” Jake’s voice was angry but also wobbled in fear as he got into Neteyam’s face, “Does any of this sound familiar?” Jake turned to Lo’ak, demanding, “Get here!” Lo’ak slowly walked over as Kiri went to check on Neteyam, and Jake continued on, “Jesus! I let you two geniuses fly a mission, and you disobey direct orders.” Neteyam couldn’t even look Jake in the eye as his and Lo’ak’s tails flickered nervously.

Jake turned to Kiri, “Kiri, can you go help your grandmother with the wounded? Please?” His voice was softer yet urgent with our eldest daughter. 

Kiri looked at Jake and snarked, “My brother is wounded.”

Neteyam tried to brush off his injuries as Jake pleaded with Kiri, “Baby girl, please,” Tuk had wandered over to Lo’ak, trying to hold his hand, before Jake snapped at Tuk, “Tuk, go with her! Go!”

Our daughters sighed before walking away.

“Dad. Sir, I take full responsibility,” Neteyam started, trying to placate Jake.

“Yeah, you do. That’s right. ‘Cause you’re the older brother. You gotta act like it,” Jake snapped at Neteyam.

My anger could take no more, “That is enough, Jake,” I hissed at him, fangs barred.

Jake stepped back, shocked by my sudden outburst.

“You want to talk about responsibility? As parents, we had agreed that none of the kids would see the battlefield until they were 18, yet you went behind Neytiri and I’s back doing this. We already knew that they weren't mature enough for this! The responsibility for all of it is on you!” I growled out, my eyes wide, as I stalked forward, putting myself between Jake and the boys. 

I force myself to speak calmly, “Boys, go to your grandmother; we will continue this later,” But my eyes never left Jake.

“No! We are not done yet!” Jake demanded as the boys tried to walk away.

I hissed in response, causing Jake to flinch again.

“Ma’Jake, your son is actually bleeding,” Neytiri, the voice of reason, calmly intervenes.

“Sa’nu, it is fine. I..” Neteyam attempted to brush off again.

Jake shook his head, “Just go and get patched up. Go on, dismissed.”

Neteyam walked away, Neytiri following him as she looked back at Jake and me, worried about leaving us there for the moment.

“You do understand that you almost got your brother killed?” Jake demeanded from Lo’ak.

“Yes, Sir,” Lo’ak agreed degectively.

“Absolutely not,” I shut that down, “Lo’ak, you and Neteyam shouldn’t have been there in the first place. No, you shouldn’t have disobeyed your father's orders, and for that, you will be grounded, but the rest of it is on you, Jake,” I quickly turned to Jake.

Jake opened his mouth to speak, only to stop short, turning to Lo’ak, “You’re grounded. No flying for a month. Now see to the ikran. All of ‘em,” Despite wanting to protest, I agreed with the punishment. 

“Yes, Sir,” Lo’ak responded numbly.

And because Jake can’t keep his mouth shut, “And get that crap off your face,” He demanded before attempting to storm off.

I grab Jake’s arm, glaring at him, “This conversation is not over,” I growled before moving away and checking on Lo’ak.

Lo’ak was sulking as he went to bring Bob away; he looked up at me, his eyes dejected.

“Lo’ak, come here,” I demanded softly, opening my arms for him. 

Sluggishly, he shuffles his way to me, wrapping his arms around me as I pull him into a hug. I rest my cheek on top of his head and cradle him close.

“I love you so much, Lo’ak; you know that, right?” I ask him gently.

I could feel him nod his head as he hummed affirmatively.

“And while your father is horrible at admitting it, you know that Jake loves you, right?” I ask again, needing to know.

There was a pause before Lo’ak hesitantly nodded again. Tears pricked at my eyes. Lo’ak should never have to hesitate, yet here I am, holding my son as questions if his own father loves him. 

I kissed the top of his head before whispering, “I promise you, Lo’ak. Jake loves you; he loves every single one of you. I’m not going to go against Jake with your punishment, but I will be talking with him, okay?” 

“Okay, Mama. Can I go now? I have a lot to do,” Lo’ak asked but made no move to leave my arms.

“You can leave whenever you feel like it,” I answer, rubbing his back soothingly.

Lo’ak hugged me tighter before regretfully letting go, “Thank you, Mama.”

“You don’t have to thank me for loving you, baby, because that is what I was made to do,” I explain lovingly to him.

Lo’ak gave me a small smile before walking away. I smile sadly, wishing I could do more right now. I shake my head before spotting Spider out of the corner of my eye—the little human boy who hangs out a lot. I smile at him as I walk over.

“Hello, Spider,” I greet calmly, “I’m sorry you had to see all that,” I apologized, seeing how uncomfortable he was.

“It’s okay, Mrs. Sully, I know you didn’t mean it,” Spider sheepishly replied.

I frowned slightly, “No, Spider, it’s not okay; none of you kids should have seen that. And as an adult, I am in the wrong. I should have handled that better, and that is why I’m apologizing to you,” I placed a hand on his shoulder, “And none of that Mrs. Sully stuff, it’s (Y/N), or you can call me Mama too if you want. You’ve always been my third son,” I smile softly at the teenager.

“Thank you, Mrs., um, (Y/N), um,” Spider stumbled.

I chuckled lightly at him, “Don’t worry about it, kid. Now, why don’t you come over later? I know Lo’ak and Kiri would love to see you and have an excuse to leave the kelku.”

Spider brightened up at the offer, “Will do, Mrs-, Ma-, (Y/N)!”

“Anytime, Spider, it is always a joy when you're around.”

Spider brightened even more, smiling joyfully at me, “I’m- I’m going to go help Lo’ak now,” He explained, backing away.

“Thank you, Spider; I’ll see you later with Lo’ak,” I watch him walk away to tend to the ikran with Lo’ak.

But as I stood there, all the emotions from the day hit me like a ton of bricks. I didn’t know where to scream, cry, shout, punch something. It’s all there, trapping me in place, slowly leaving me numb. A pair of arms wrapped around me, one gentle hand moving my face, revealing Neytiri. Her face was sorrowful as she watched me.

“Ma’Muntxate, today has been hard on you, hasn’t it?” Neytiri’s voice was soothing.

I nod my head, feeling like I was moving through molasses.

“I got you, Syulang,” Neytiri cooed as she grabbed my arms, leading me off somewhere. 

I let her lead me aimlessly, the world nothing more than a blur as my emotions shut off completely. It seemed like it had been mere moments and yet hours simultaneously, but I felt warm. Gentle minstrains along my body, bringing feelings of comfort. I slowly looked around, noticing I was no longer at the High Ground but instead in a small hot spring hidden in the forest. The lush green calmed me. I breathed deeply, noticing that my armored vest was gone, as was my tewng. The colors of my war paint long gone, leaving me bare, just (Y/N), not a warrior, not a marine, not a parent, not a mate fighting for her children, just (Y/N).

“Are you back with me, Tìyawn?” Neytiri asked as she pressed her naked body to mine, holding me close.

I sluggishly wrapped my arms around her waist, leaning my head on her shoulder, “Yeah, ‘m back,” My voice was as sluggish as my body.

We stand there holding each other in the hot spring, simply enjoying each other's presence.

“Do you remember the first time we found this place?” Neytiri asked me as she threaded her fingers in my hair. 

“Yeah, it was when you were teaching Jake still. He had gone and done something stupid. You walked off, and I followed. Didn’t think I’d find your bathing,” I chuckled lightly.

“I was planning on doing much more than bathing, but I heard you coming. Your footsteps were so loud back then,” She chuckled in return.

“Much more? Damn, maybe I should have waited a bit longer,” I hummed appreciatively.

“Skxawng,” Neytiri mumbled back.

“What, that would have been nice. You’d probably have plucked my eyes out, but it would have been worth it,” I smile so hard it hurts my face.

I lay a small kiss on Neytiri’s neck; she sighs, leaning her head to give me more room. I continue leaving open-mouthed kisses along her neck, sucking her flesh into my mouth, knowing that marks will be left in their wake. Neytiri threads her fingers into my hair, pulling me closer as one of her hands travels south. But her touch didn’t bring the pleasure it usually does, instead leaving me wanting to get away. I tried to push through it, only for a sob to break through. 

I back off slowly, disappointed in myself, “I’m sorry, Love, but I can’t right now.” I blinked back tears, hating that I couldn’t give Neytiri what she needed right now. 

Neytiri pulled my face so we were face to face, her forehead resting on mine, “Do not apologize for something you cannot control, Yawnetu. Now come, rest with me.”

I let her pull me deeper into the hot spring. A small ledge in the water allows us to sit submerged up to our necks. Neytiri pulls me into her lap, holding me close as I wrap my arms around her neck. 

For now, everything is fine.

Taglist: @loakstahni, @eywaite

Dividers by @cafekitsune

[belit0]

Since uchihas feel stronger emotions, how would they be with a reader who is the same way?

We all know the Uchiha are an emotional bundle of complicated feelings, imagine combining two emotional time bombs in the same rooooooom🤠🤠🤠🤠

Indra

- With him, it is complicated, because beyond everything he feels, he expects others to understand what is happening in his mind without having to explain it. Power has made him so crazy he has the impossible expectation of people understanding his feelings without having to speak them out loud. Mix that with (Y/N)'s strong feelings, and you have a chaotic mix to say the least. The house will be full of confrontations and fights, arguments, situations that go to the physical side and are dangerously deadly, but love is stronger than everything, and they would never kill one another because they could not live without each other's presence. Pure toxicity.

Madara

- He is aware of the emotional imbalance he usually deals with, he grew up in a house that raised him that way beyond his nature, so he tries to keep it under control, but with (Y/N) it's impossible. When he thinks he won't explode, when he thinks he can avoid fighting or arguing, she ends up kicking him into the precipice of reactions, both embarking on a journey of screaming and painful words that usually ends with one of them crying. Yes, Madara cries, and more than he would like to admit. Both understand what is going on inside the other, why they end up colliding the way they do when they quarrel, so forgiving each other is simple, yet exhausting.

Izuna

- Having grown up in the same household as Madara, accustomed to the reactions and problems that their enormous feelings always caused, Izuna chose to ignore his inner self and never vocalize his emotions as a method of survival. Surrounded by reactive and inflammable people, he learned to keep quiet to avoid falling into conflicts. Therefore, when he meets (Y/N), it is more of the same, a person similar to the ones he is used to dealing with and knows how to handle her to avoid explosions. They never fought but because the Uchiha never allows it, preferring to move out of the line of fire and have her yell at the wall. If he wants to argue, he can do it with Madara at any time.

Obito

- Another man troubled with his feelings, yet he's a bit more open to experiencing and dealing with them. Obito knows his whole family is quite incapable of controlling themselves emotionally speaking, and that reactions tend to be over the top and inappropriate for every situation, so he always tries to rationalize and think before getting angry and arguing. With (Y/N), however, he can't, be it sadness, joy or anger, both are amplified by a thousand when they are together, and Obito's mastery to control himself ends up going out the window when they get into an argument or are affected by something. His weak point, nothing more to say.

Shisui

- If there's one thing Shisui loves, it's chaos, and although it's hard for him to admit it, he loves how insane his family is. The Uchiha wears a calm exterior and is fond of pretending peace, he would love for that to be true, but a part of him celebrates riots and fights, loud crying and confrontations, so to have (Y/N) acting the way he is used to, is just wonderful. He will enjoy every second of trouble, but everything will be balanced by his quiet side, the calmness he usually shows finally taking command of the situation to relax everything and put cold cloths on top of every wound.

Itachi

- Yeah, no. In a situation just like Izuna's, any average Uchiha grew up in an emotionally unbalanced household, but imagine having to live with the clan leader and all his sentimental outbursts. Itachi also grew up taking note of his family's temperamental problems, learning that this is not what he wants for his life. By identifying everyone's reactive tendency, he taught himself how to avoid it, how to talk out his problems and not aim to explode against people who don't deserve it. In (Y/N) he sees every member of the Uchiha clan, teaching her how to deal with emotional overwhelm is like reciprocating a good deed to the clan. Pure patience and practice, he will show her that it is possible to live peacefully.

[phsychobanana]

In another world, we hate each other just as much

Pairing: Zuko x Reader

WC: 930

Summary: Maybe enemies to lovers wasn't a trope meant for them...

Honor. Family. Redemption.

Some of the things Zuko has wanted more than anything in the blur of these last few years.

Honor.

Something only he could get for himself by capturing the avatar.

Family.

He wanted his family back desperately. Not so much the people themselves, but the title and pride that came with knowing them.

Redemption.

Something he'd hoped for when choosing to join team avatar in defeating his very own father, Fire Lord Ozai.

Though they didn't come to trust him as easily as he'd hoped for them to, they eventually came around. Well, most of them.

Seven months after the end of the war. Seven months after peace was restored and balance swept over the world (for the most part), Y/n still didn't trust him. Not one bit.

He'd tried everything. Gifts, reassuring words, going on a "life-changing adventure" like he did with other gaang members, and yet nothing seemed to work. So, naturally, he grew to resent her just as she did him.

It was a peaceful morning, birds flying through the air, the soft smell of tea wafting through the air. Zuko stood beside his uncle, his feet bare as the blades of grass tickle them.

The peace was quickly interrupted, however, when a familiar voice cut through the air. A voice that immediately brought a frown to Zuko’s face.

“Hi, Master Iroh!” Y/n says, her voice cheerful and cute. Oh, how he hated that voice. Hated how sweet it was, hated how it made his heart skip a beat, hated how it put the bird's songs to shame.

“Ah, Y/n, how wonderful! Isn’t it wonderful that Y/n could make it, Zuko?” Iroh nudges his nephew, ever the matchmaker.

“Yeah, sure. Whatever.” Zuko mumbles.

“Well, i’ll go make some more tea now that Y/n has decided to join us. Play nice, you two.” Just as soon as he was there, Iroh is gone.

Zuko sends a glare in his uncle’s direction, before rounding on Y/n, his glare even sharper than before. Y/n simply crosses her arms, a smirk clear on her face.

“What’s wrong, Zuzu?” She asks in a mocking tone.

Zuko simply scoffs, unbelieving of her behavior.

“It’s Fire Lord Zuko.” He says, standing upright, his nose in the air.

“Hmm…sure it is.” She smiles, clearly amused by the fact that she’s already getting under Zuko’s skin.

Out of frustration, Zuko lifts his hand to facepalm, and not realizing just how pissed off he was, his hand lights up with the movement. He doesn’t even notice until a soft hiss of pain hits his ears. Zuko’s eyes widen at the noice, and he quickly turns to look at Y/n.

“Did i do that?” He asks.

“No, the wind did it.” Y/n replies, her words drenched in sarcasm and pain.

“Haha. So funny. It’s your fault, anyway. You’re lucky i don’t do it again, on purpose this time.” Zuko says, smirking proudly as he watches the burn, still fresh, sizzle on her arm.

Y/n glares at him, sending a rock flying his way. Zuko’s eyes widen at her rebuttal, and he quickly dodges out of the way. 

“You dare challenge me in my own home?” He scoffs, amused by her actions.

Y/n's eye brows raise in slight surprise. "Are you smiling, oh mighty Zuko?"

"What? No. Of course not. You've probably got dirt in your eyes, filth," Zuko quickly turns away from the girl, forcing his face to harden.

The sound of hard footsteps causes Zuko to turn around. When he does, he sees Y/n now standing much closer to him, a teasing smirk on her lips. Not that he's staring at her lips. That'd be crazy. Haha...

"You were smiling. I saw it," Y/n pokes Zuko's chest accusingly.

"Was not!" Zuko argues childishly.

"We're too!"

"Was not!"

"Were-fucking-too!"

"WAS NOT!"

"STOP LYING!"

Fire crackling, rocks grumbling, loud arguing, small explosion, heavy breathing. That was all that could be heard from the courtyard as the two got into a heated argument over something so childish.

Eventually, as the ancestors would have it, the two end up toppling over each other, Zuko ending up straddling Y/n's hips in a rather....awkward position.

Zuko looks down at her with wide eyes, a rosy blush making its way to his face. Though, that's not the only place he has blood rushing to.

Y/n huffs, slowly sitting up on top of the blushing boy, her glare practically pinning him in place. She's also red in the face, though it's more out of anger than it is embarrassment.

"Would you get off of me already? Whatever you have in your pockets is poking me!" Y/n complains, her fits colliding with his chest aggressively.

Zuko swallows nervously, knowing that there's nothing in his pockets. He slowly stands to his full height, the blush on his cheeks never tiring. His hands fold together in front of his crotch in a feeble attempt to hide his...excitement?

Y/n gives him an unimpressed look as she dusts herself off. "First you burn me, then you make me fall, what's next? Kill me?"

"Maybe." Zuko responds, though his words lack their usual heat.

Y/n's brows furrow in confusion at Zuko's lack of conviction. "What's up with you?"

She glances to where his hands are fidgeting, and then back up to his face, her eyes widening upon realization.

"Seriously?! A hard-on, you weirdo?!" She shrieks.

Zuko's face burns even hotter, and he turns away, mumbling a half-assed "shut up".

Y/n cackles upon this discovery, doubling over. She wipes tears of mirth from her eyes before speaking, "I thought you were mad at me."

"It's a hate boner, i swear." Zuko says sternly, even though it sounds like he's trying to convince himself more than he's trying to convince her. "I still hate you. Always will."

Y/n rolls her eyes in response. "Yeah, yeah. We hate each other in every universe, i get it. Dumbass."

"Bitch."

"Freak."

"Vine-head."

"Hate boner."

"SHUT UP!"

[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

Defiance | Resilience

I had an IdeaTM if you feel like writing (: So at the end of Defiance, right? Logan realizes what happened, he was being manipulated by Orange, yadda yadda. Afterwards, he refuses to talk about it. He's just overall very cold and closed off, because maybe if he grips his emotions tight enough and keeps a firm enough control over his mind then nobody will be able to take him over like that again. The others become pretty concerned for him, because they haven't seen him this detached since the early episodes. And they're probably also a bit annoyed that he's shwing such indifference. Eventually somebody snaps, and Logan figuratively grips the jar that is his emotions so tightly that it shatters in a messy explosion that cuts everyone and ends in him completely vulnerable, apologizing for everything he thinks he's done wrong. And then idk what happens, comfort :D – anon

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Warnings: allusions to mind control/mind manipulation

Pairings: none

Word Count: 2292

    Logan's acting weird.

Now, Roman's the first to admit that he's a harsh judge of what Logan's doing, at least out loud, but that's their thing. Creativity vs. Logic and all that, Right Brain vs. Left Brain. They're used to getting on each other's nerves, egging each other on, getting into pointless arguments that don't mean anything and are just for fun and to make each other stop being stuck-up idiots all the time. Yes, Roman can admit he's a stuck-up idiot most of the time! Granted, he's putting it on, more likely than not, but that doesn't mean he doesn't know what he's doing! It's a role, it's his role, it's the one he and Logan have perfected in their banter back and forth.

At least…it used to be.

Now, though, when Roman tries to start one of their stupid inane debates, Logan just shuts him down immediately. Not even a moment to entertain whatever point Roman's trying to make, immediately just telling him that he's wrong very bluntly or ignoring the obvious joke setup he's trying to volley. Even when he makes a big deal out of not understanding something very simple, Logan doesn't even humor him anymore, he just tells Roman he's wrong and what the right answer is. Sometimes he does it without even looking at him. He's categorically refusing to commit to the bit and that is a cardinal sin.

And okay, maybe Roman could pick his moments a little better, and not right in the middle of a meeting or something where everyone else is trying really hard to be productive—okay, mostly everyone else, thank you, Remus—and Logan's got his hands full trying to help everyone else. But that's the point! Another thing those arguments help do is get the others to snap out of it! 'Cause they'll just get into little squabbles themselves that aren't productive and then if they watch Logan and Roman get into one, more often than not they realize that whatever they were on about isn't helping anyone either and they all get to have a laugh at themselves, calm down, and actually start talking like adults! It's a foolproof plan that works 87% of the time, according to Logan!

But lately, that percentage has taken such a steep nosedive that Roman's not sure the plane has any survivors left.

Now, he just gets shunted to the outside of the conversation. He'll get told off by not just Logan, but everyone else when they see how upset it makes Logan. Which he doesn't understand, they've talked about the jokes he's not supposed to make and the buttons Logan doesn't want him to push and he's not, he's staying away from those. He's picking literally the softest balls to throw, they're so plush and fluffy, and Logan's burning them out of the sky with a flamethrower. He's even tried to go up to Logan after the meetings or whenever these happen, trying to ask what he's doing wrong, Logan used to like these, what can he do better, but Logan just turns him away and says he doesn't have time for jokes.

Which is how Roman knows Logan's really acting weird.

Logan's favorite long-running bit is that he doesn't understand any sort of joke. That doesn't mean he finds them funny, but he gets why other people would find them funny. He loves playing the ironic straight man for the others because then he's included in the joke but he doesn't have to pretend to be something he's not. Other than the straight part. But Roman can remember how much he was trying to stop himself from smiling the first time they did the overexplain bit in front of the others, he used to love that bit—and he's not trying to say that Logan can't change! Tastes evolve, people grow, it's just a fact of life, but it's—he's getting worried.

He tried to go confront Logan—gently! He wasn't trying to corner him or anything!—and ask if he's genuinely okay, but Logan just thanked him for asking and changed the subject. Which is a lie of omission if Roman's ever heard one. Or not heard—you get it.

So he tried the sneakier route and he found out that Logan's not met up with Virgil or Remus for their watch parties where they analyze horror stuff, he's not been on his usual walk with Janus through the peaceful part of the Imagination. He's not even been downstairs on weekend mornings to help Patton with the baking. Then he realized that Logan's favorite mug isn't getting used anymore—he's not being a stalker, okay, one of his household chores is to clean the dishes that are hand-wash only and Logan's mug is hand-wash only—and instead he's using this plain white mug that isn't even big enough to hold a decent amount of coffee. And he called off working on his own projects with Roman, like, eight times now.

So, yeah. Logan's acting weird and Roman's worried.

Now, if only he could get Logan to stop glaring at him…

"Shit, Princey," Virgil mutters, "you've been using all one of your brain cells on this, huh?"

Roman doesn't take the bait. He just looks at Logan with what he hopes is the please understand how sincerely concerned I am as someone who cares about you face as Logan's jaw sets and he folds his arms.

"Perhaps this would explain why Thomas has been having such a hard time working on the finale," he says coldly, "his Creativity is clearly focused on the wrong thing."

"Hey, wait," Remus says, frowning, "why is being worried about you the wrong thing?"

"Roman's right," Patton adds, crossing his arms too, "that's—that's a worrying amount of things, kiddo."

"I believe I have asked you not to call me that."

"Right, right, sorry, Logan."

Logan sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "If this is all this meeting is supposed to be about, I ask that you leave me out of them in future unless there is something pressing to discuss."

"This is pressing!" Roman takes a small step forward despite the way Logan's still glaring at him. "You're not alright, Logan, I know you aren't—"

"Oh, because you're always an excellent judge of me, aren't you?"

Okay, ouch, but fair. "Logan, I didn't mean it like that—"

"Then why don't you say what you do mean," Logan interrupts, before he stops himself and takes a deep breath. "I apologize, that was untoward."

Roman just waves him off. Logan looks for a moment like he might say something else before his expression hardens and he turns away.

"If that will be all—"

"Hold on, L," Virgil says, sitting up and reaching over the banister to touch Logan's shoulder, "we're not gonna leave it like this. As much as I hate to say it, Roman's right. You've been off since we had that whole weird thing with the orange mist, are you sure it isn't—"

"It's fine," Logan spits out, shrugging Virgil's hand off, "it is not affecting me anymore, any influence it had was eliminated when the switch was thrown."

A quiet hiss comes from his other side as Janus exchanges a look with Roman. Roman just shrugs helplessly—he's just brought the problem up, that doesn't mean he knows how to solve it, that's what he needs everyone else's help for. Janus nods in understanding and moves to get in front of Logan again.

"Logan," he says quietly, "if this is affecting Roman's ability to focus, then shouldn't that mandate that we reassure whatever irrational worry he's worked into his head so that we can all get back to work?"

"I think you somehow got both of us with that one," Virgil mutters, "irrational worries are my thing."

Roman doesn't even care because Logan's still trying to leave. Whatever hushed conversation he's having with Janus is getting louder and louder and out of sheer desperation, he moves forward to talk to Logan himself—

Suddenly he's flying across the room. His back hits the wall with a slam and he slides to the floor, dazed.

"Holy shit—"

"Roman!"

Remus appears in front of him as Roman blinks, dazed. He cups his hands around Roman's face and looks at him hard. Roman clumsily pats his wrist. "Hey, 'm all good."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, yeah, wasn't that bad."

"Janny?"

"He's telling the truth."

"See?" Roman swats lightly at Remus's shoulders. "Lemme up. I'm fine."

"You get hit in the head too much, Princey," Virgil mutters, still sounding slightly baffled that Roman just flew across the room and smacked into the wall.

"You get used to it."

"I'm pretty sure that's a bad thing. Back me up, Logan."

When no response comes, Roman shakes himself off and gets up, immediately letting out a soft noise of concern when he sees the tears streaming down Logan's face. Janus has two of his hands on Logan's shoulders, a third one gently around his wrist. Roman holds his hands up and cautiously approaches, stopping when Logan lets out a whimper.

"Hey, hey," he murmurs, "I'm okay, I'm not mad. I'm not even hurt, see?"

"He's not lying," Janus says, the hands softening as Logan starts to wobble, "come sit, sweetie, let Roman be a mother hen for a second."

"I think that's Patton's thing."

"No, he's Papa Cock!"

"Never say anything like that again, Remus."

Roman tunes them out in favor of crouching in front of Logan. After a moment, he reaches out and lays his hands palm up if Logan wants to take them. "I'm not mad, really, Logan. I'm just worried. You—are you okay?"

Logan looks down, tears still brimming fat and heavy in the corners of his eyes and he slowly shakes his head and sniffles. Roman holds his hands out a little more and Logan takes them, squeezing tentatively. "I'm sorr—sorry, Roman."

"It's okay, it's okay—"

"It's not," Logan interrupts, glaring as if on sheer willpower alone he could make himself stop crying long enough to speak, "it's not okay that I just did that, or that I—that I've been rude to you and—and that I'm not using my favorite mug anymore—"

"Shh, take a moment," Janus encourages, rubbing his back, "shh, shh, there you go…"

Logan sniffles again. "I just—I'm just—I—"

Over on the staircase, Virgil makes a quiet oh sound. "He's scared, Princey."

"Of me? Am I making it worse?"

"No, not of you—not directly, anyway." Virgil comes around and sits at the base of the stairs. "L, can I—is this helpful?"

Logan nods and Roman brings his hand up to kiss Logan's knuckles.

"He's—he's afraid of the orange thing coming back," Virgil continues, "given how easily it affected him last time, he's afraid—oh, L, it's okay."

"It will use me to hurt you again," Logan mumbles around hitching breaths, "and I—I don't—I don't want to hurt you, it's—but it's so much stronger than—than me when I'm—when I'm—like th-this, so—I'm—Roman, I'm sorry!"

"Shh, hey, hey, hey—" he kisses Logan's hand again— "I'm not mad, I promise, see? It's okay to be scared, that thing that happened was really scary, but the rest of us are here, you know? We'll help you."

The others make their noises of agreement as Logan starts to scoot toward the edge of the couch. Roman opens his arms and lets Logan crash into his lap, wrapping his arms around him and holding him closer.

"There, is that better? You just wanna hold onto me a bit?" Logan nods into the crook of his shoulder. "Hey, that's it. We can sit here. That's cool."

"You're sure you're—you're okay?"

"I'm a big dumb brick, remember? I'm a tank."

"Y're not dumb," Logan mumbles, "you f'gired out all—all of this, you're—y're smart."

"Here, here," Virgil echoes, "now, this looks like cuddle-puddle territory to me, am I right, Logan?"

"Mhm."

"You heard him," Roman hears Remus cackle, "everyone on the mattress!"

A massive fluffy thing poofs into existence beneath Roman and Logan and Roman immediately lies them down, chuckling as Janus takes one of the blankets and tucks them in. Logan snuggles a little deeper into his chest and he rests his cheek against the crown of Logan's head.

"We're here for you, okay?" He rubs Logan's back. "Whatever color you're feeling."

"Yeah?"

"I'll out-stubborn you on this too," he threatens playfully just to hear Logan's snuffling laugh in his ear.

"Okay, okay, I believe you."

"Good. Now—hey, Remus! Keep your elbows to yourself!"

"Shit, sorry."

"Language!"

"How come I get language and Emo over there didn't?"

"You snitch!"

Roman just cuddles Logan closer as their eyes drift closed. Out of the corner of his eye he thinks he glimpses something orange floating near the top of the stares and glares until it goes away.

You stay away from my Logan.

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[dynmghts]

there's a point where sense ends and arguments begin with them. it happens every time they sit in the same room, even when they're with others from their respective lives - sometimes the cause is driven by alcohol, sometimes spite, sometimes nothing. katsuki cannot tell you where the lines are meant to be drawn. maybe they never are, and @fightaers allows it.

there is something about deku that means he will never have the same effect that his group of friends have / he's sworn deku has tried. maybe he hasn't. but see, kirishima can enter his personal space without backlash, kaminari can sit back and casually poke fun at his personality, even sero can kick his legs into the blond's lap while ashido can hover with new gossip to share. and uraraka, she has been the closest to him since high school, in a sense ; they stayed on good terms even after their amicable break. they spar, they team up as heroes, and if anyone can still earn a genuine smile out of the otherwise scowling bakugou, it was her.

but deku has never been afforded the chance. every act he attempts feels like he is trying to undermine katsuki, and katsuki - stubborn - shuts it down.

and alongside that, some would point out that katsuki still contacts deku at the end of the day, pursuing this twisted bond just enough to maintain it / some may even say it's sadistic of him to string deku along. that maybe he should finally cut ties. [ a few of his friends have already voiced their concern, but each time, he shoots down the topic or changes it entirely. ] it's not like he doesn't know they're right, because they are, this has become more of a hindrance than a benefit - if you could ever consider their reconnection beneficial. but whatever discontent he carries for deku, overwhelmed by this innate need to prove his superiority over him, it is quietly backed by one thing :

deku isn't the only one that keeps coming back to it.

maybe that's why katsuki had brought the argument to his genkan, determined to get under deku's skin and dig into festering wounds. maybe that's why he snarls out something - he cannot recall what it is now - with the intention of making it hurt, and maybe that's why he endures the shock of crashing lips onto his.

there is no other way to say it : katsuki hates deku. he needs to hate him for some sickening reason that he keeps drinking from, because he cannot resist the way it makes him feel. he hates and hates and hates, and he feasts vehemently on the other's reactions like a starved animal, but - well. he did not expect that deku would do any more than walk out that door and come crawling back the next day, like he's done every other time. he did not expect to watch this paramedic, who has more strength than his 14-year-old counterpart ever did, turn on his heel and seize him by the collar and pull him in.

were deku to remain quiet and leave without another word, maybe katsuki would have done nothing. maybe he would stay in shock. maybe he would even wander back into his apartment, bewildered, to the point that he can't react with anger until the next day.

but why would it ever be that simple with them ?

the moment deku opens his mouth - so kacchan can be quiet - katsuki feels the choking anger rise from the pits of his stomach. his hands spark and pop. before deku gets a chance, katsuki swings a right hook directly at his face, every muscle and sinew arguing against his tension as he does. and, perhaps knowing that deku may not gather himself if he's fast enough, katsuki lunges forward to seize the fabric of his shirt ... [ with his hand still setting off explosions, small, but enough to leave a smouldering impression behind. ] ... to shove him into the nearest wall of his genkan.

his glare, blazing with unbridled fury, is unwavering. his snarl remains tense and canines purposefully bared, though his lips are swollen from the unwelcome kiss. he applies more pressure against deku as he leans in. ❛ you don't get to fucking speak to me that way, deku. ❜

the memory lingers. the taste lingers. he feels sick, as though this time he was drinking the same thing as before, but now he was choking on its taste ... all because deku made him taste it. he wants to spit it back out. [ the last person he kissed was some girl he was set up with. he didn't love her either. but it didn't instil the same sort of reaction / the disgust, the hatred for its taste, its feeling, the way his lips sting from the moment ... ]

❛ i should break your fucking nose, ❜ comes the threat. he nearly did. he wishes he did - but he knows his reputation hangs in the balance, and something like that would be too obvious. ❛ be fucking glad i didn't, and don't you ever fucking kiss me again. ❜ / continued from here.

[blorbologist]

How about... Healing Spirit + Perc'ahlia?

15. Healing Spirit

"You call forth a nature spirit to soothe the wounded. The intangible spirit appears in a space that is a 5-foot cube you can see within range. The spirit looks like a transparent beast or fey (your choice).

Until the spell ends, whenever you or a creature you can see moves into the spirits space for the first time on a turn or starts its turn there, you can cause the spirit to restore 1d6 hit points to that creature (no action required). "

Vex’ahlia returns home to silence. 

She usually does not get home from Emon this late - or, if the Council meetings do run into the evening, there’s usually one or two stubborn children waiting up for her. The room is silent as the magic dissipates - no soft bickering, no snores, nothing.

So. If the clock was not lying, it was just about one-forty in the morning. (And it was one of Percival’s creations, and so good to the second)

Percy was clearly waiting for the glow of the Teleportation sigil to flare - as she settles into a stretch he appears in the doorway. Her heart gives a pang - he’s even changed into his pajamas! Without her! 

Finding a burst of frustrated energy, Vex launches herself into his arms. He smells only of their bedsheets, his favorite soap and, beneath that, the soft shampoo they use on Gwendolyn. 

“Good evening,” he chuckles, the give of his chest beneath hers something relieved. “I gather it was nothing dire that kept you from bed?”

She kisses him soundly on the mouth. Waiting another minute, when she last kissed him this morning, would be anguish. “Only the best of company, actually - Gilmore was in the area and we caught up.” Her face falls, faux-regretful. “I would have let you know on the Sending stone, darling, but -”

(Well. They had had a little distraction, during the break between meetings. Moreso Vex tormenting her poor husband to take her mind off the dull tedium of bureaucracy. Allura definitely gave her a look when she rejoined the discussion all smiles.)

It had been a long and exhausting day - flirting with her husband or not, by all rights she should be drained. But Gilmore had dropped by at the end, to offer the insight of a civilian invested in the argument, and he was right, it really had been too long, and there was this bit of elven enchanting he wanted her thoughts on, and maybe the conversation turned to - 

“I missed him,” she says. “He sends you his best.”

“Is this his best?” Percy grumbles against her lips, all smiles. Vex rolls her eyes. She takes his cheeks in her hands and presses heavy, dramatic smacks to each. There, those are from Gilmore - the rest are hers.

She butts her head against Percy’s chest, to drum her thoughts into order with his heartbeat. 

“Were the children -”

“Perfectly misbehaved,” he replies. “I had to chase Dan up and down the stairs to get him into the bath, and Gwendolyn took the opportunity to Thaumaturgy the bathwater into waves.”

Vex grins - they don’t dare try that with her. “Thank you, darling.”

“It was a pleasure; dodging sudsy water keeps the reflexes well in order.” He pecks her nose, leads a trail to her ear that makes her shiver. “Bed?”

She knows he’s being a shit - everything from the way he said it to the blue of his eyes to the taptap of his fingers on her waist - and draws comfort from the humor. Yawns, because there’s something cozy to lazy foreplay. 

“Bed,” she agrees, peeling herself from him to take his hand. The elegant curl of the Teleportation circle’s runes catch her eye - she startles.

“Oh! No, wait - Percy, what were you up to today?”

He frowns, more confused than he would usually be given the late hour. “The usual? Sorted out some paperwork. Gwendolyn and Vax’ildan allowed me to bring them into the workshop so I could watch them as I tinkered.”

“Did anything go wrong?” she presses, squeezing his hand in both of hers. “Any bruises? Burns?”

“If you’re asking if I handled anything explosive around the children, dear: no.” Percy nonetheless rolls up his sleeve to reveal a mottling of purple and green, cloud to a jagged red center. Not a bad burn by any means - he likely expected her to find it as they prepared for bed and heal it then.

“Gilmore has stumbled on the most interesting little enchantment,” she says around her grin. “We spent hours fussing over it, and by the end - well! It gave me an idea, darling.” 

“And idea,” says Percy, like that’s a dangerous word in her mouth. Which, to be fair, it usually results in an interesting aftermath. But not that sort, this time.

Vex winks. “I think you’ll like it.”

It casts a lot like Conjure Woodland Beings - feels too slow and too fast at once, per the Feywild’s influence. 

The end result is less solid - not a creature but a hope, a wish she could hold in her hands. A little bear cub of periwinkle and azure. Not Charlie, but familiar enough that she sees the recognition light up her husband’s eyes.

“Oh - hello there,” says Percy. He holds out his hand to the spiritual echo of Trinket, which touches its nose to his palm.

“What do you think?” Vex asks as the burn and bruise both are banished in pale mist. Percy turns his arm this way and that, making a pleased sound in the back of his throat.

“I want to see what Trinket thinks of this,” he declares, too giddy for two in the morning, and starts dragging her down the hall as she laughs. Muffling it beneath her hand when she remembers their brood is (should be) asleep at this hour. 

(They find that Wolfe was, in fact, not asleep, instead reading a book far past lights out - and Trinket does not find the spectral bear agreeable at all.)

[Send me a spell and I'll write a ficlet/snippet to go with it!]

[mischief-lies-and-stories]

Another post-season ficlet

Last one before the finale (probably). Obviously spoilers for Loki.

Give Me a Choice (Let Me Choose You)

He finds Mobius, alone, sitting at his desk. He isn’t doing anything, just staring at the items on its surface, at the writing on the wall. The peaceful hum from the monitor at the other end of the room provides a reprieve from its previous heralding of the Loom’s explosion. The imbalance of the timelines is over, and a calm Loki struggles to appreciate has settled over the TVA.

“Are you ready to go?” Loki asks him tightly. He isn’t ready, himself. He’ll never be ready.

Mobius doesn’t look at him, just continues to stare at the contents of his desk. It unsettles Loki; he hasn’t known Mobius to take the time to be sentimental about anything except jet skis. 

“This is the only life I’ve ever known,” Mobius says softly. “I don’t know how to leave it.”

“He Who Remains took your life from you,” Loki says. “He took your memories from you. You didn’t get to choose this life.”

“That doesn’t mean I wouldn’t choose it now.” 

“The TVA has destroyed entire timelines’ worth of lives. It’s time to take a new path, and that starts by returning you all to your lives.” Loki says.

“Are you so eager to be rid of me?” Mobius’s voice rises, and he looks at Loki at last. 

“I didn’t say that,” Loki replies, surprised by Mobius’s sudden anger.

“You said you brought us all together in the past. You said you were trying to reverse the effects of the Loom exploding.”

“It didn’t work. It didn’t work, because that’s not actually what I was doing. I was being selfish. But now we’ve fixed the Loom, and the timelines, and it’s time to stop being selfish–”

“Those aren’t your words,” Mobius interrupts, eyeing him. “She told you it was selfish, didn’t she?”

Loki feels the irritation build in him now. He sees the old distrust return to Mobius’s eyes, that resentment of Sylvie he’d held when interrogating him after the TVA picked him and Sylvie up on Lamentis. He can hear the accusations, of conspiring with his other from the beginning, of betraying Mobius, of falling in love with Sylvie. He’d thought they were past this. 

Sitting here now, minutes before he has to say goodbye to Mobius forever, it hurts far more than it did then. Before he’d been confused, still sorting through his feelings for both of them. Now he is sure who he loves, and that person is glaring at him and using the last conversation they’re ever going to have to pick a fight with him. 

“So what if she did, Mobius?” He snaps. “She was right. I was selfish. I am. But I have to stop thinking about what I want. What I want doesn’t matter.”

“Who is she to accuse you of being selfish, when she caused the timelines to disintegrate? She refused to accept responsibility for her actions and the Loom exploded and she still thinks she can dictate what happens next for everyone. She told you everyone should return to their pasts, too, right?” He doesn’t wait for an answer. “How is that any different than what He Who Remains did?”

Loki huffs and gets up, turning to leave. He doesn’t want this to be how they part, but there’s a lump in his throat, and crying in front of Mobius isn’t how he wants to end it, either. 

“Yeah, go back to her.” Mobius mutters darkly. Loki opens his mouth to respond, but finds he has nothing to say to that that won’t come out broken. 

He gets two steps to the door before he sees Sylvie in front of him. She stalks forward, halting his retreat.

“Sit down,” she orders him. She gives him a firm look that leaves no room for argument, then fixes the same expression on Mobius to keep him in place. Mobius looks frustrated but remains in his seat as Loki drops back into his own chair. Sylvie sits on the desk, glaring at both of them.

“First of all, don’t use me as an excuse to turn your heartbreak over leaving each other into a fight.” She says. Loki glances at Mobius, who meets his gaze briefly, looking a little guilty. Loki frowns at him apologetically before returning his gaze to Sylvie. 

“Second of all, I was wrong.” She says this to Loki. “You aren’t selfish for wanting to be with your friends. I’ve spent so long running, so long wanting to be free to just stay in one place, so long without anyone in my life that I’ve convinced myself I don’t need anyone. I assumed everyone else would want that, too, as soon as they knew the truth about He Who Remains and what he did. 

“I thought the right thing was to send you back to your past,” she says to Mobius. “But you’re right, not offering you a choice is just the same thing He Who Remains did, in reverse. That wasn’t fair to you, and I’m sorry. You should make your own decision.”

“What made you change your mind?” Mobius asks.

Sylvie frowns, embarrassed. “I was speaking with B-15. She’s staying, by the way.” Then she looks between them. “Don’t waste what might be your last words to each other by fighting. Seriously.” There’s a worrying look in her eyes, like she’s remembering something, and Loki isn’t sure he wants to know what it is. 

She gets off the desk and starts to walk away, but pauses. “Oh, and for what it’s worth,” she adds, glancing at Mobius. “There isn’t any romance here.” She gestures between herself and Loki. “Never has been.” She raises her eyebrows at Loki, and he smiles and shakes his head in agreement. Then she leaves them alone.

Loki forces himself to look at Mobius, though with Sylvie gone, the awkwardness in the cubicle has somehow increased. 

“I’m sorry,” Loki says, at the same time Mobius does, too. They smile tentatively at one another. 

“What do you want?” Loki asks him softly, heart in his throat. He isn’t sure he wants to hear Mobius’s answer, but just a moment ago he was arguing with his best friend, and before that, he had been convinced he was coming to tell Mobius goodbye. 

“What do you want?” Mobius counters.

Loki huffs, but it’s gentler than before, and he doesn’t break eye contact. “I asked you first,” he says, tone betraying his nerves as it shakes. He sees in Mobius’s gaze that the other man notices.

“You’re staying here.” Mobius murmurs; Loki nods, swallowing. Mobius searches his face, and then his eyes widen a fraction at whatever he sees there. “I thought you knew.”

“Knew what?” Loki frowns, unable to look away, unable to even consider what Mobius could mean by that. Please, just tell me. Break my heart or restore it to life. I can’t wait any longer.

Mobius’s gaze softens impossibly further. “Loki. I love you. I have for a while, probably since before I was pruned. I want to be wherever you are, if that’s something you want.”

Loki stares at him. “Mobius,” he breathes. Suddenly, the distance between them is too much. He doesn’t know how he was ever going to let this man go back to the timeline, when the mere inches between their chairs is too far for him. He gets up, closing the distance between them. 

Mobius must be able to see his feelings on his face, because the agent reaches up when he’s close enough and cradles his face. Loki leans into the touch. “I love you, too. I want you to stay. I want you to stay with me.”

Mobius leans forward and kisses him. 

“Do you want to know something?” Mobius murmurs against his lips when they break apart, his eyes still closed. Loki hums in response. “There’s not a chance in hell you were going to get rid of me, even if I got as far as the timeline.”

The admission makes Loki’s heart twist in a wonderful way, and he kisses Mobius again. “I’m glad to hear it,” he whispers, “because I didn’t know how I was going to say goodbye to you again.”

Mobius frowns at the quiver in his voice and brushes his thumb over Loki’s cheek. Loki realizes he’s crying. 

“How many times did the timelines die?” Mobius asks softly, brows knitting together in concern.

“I lost count.” But he’d meant Mobius being pruned, too, and leaving him to go to the Citadel, and maybe even following Sylvie onto Lamentis. 

“It’s over.” Mobius assures him, pulling him down into an embrace. “And I’m staying.”

[to-the-stars8]

Learning to Love Slowly

Parings; Jason Todd x Female Reader (1) Pride and Prejudice and Hair (2) Seven-Eleven Karens and Pinky Promises at 3 AM (3) Google and Hand Holding (4)Cookies and The Butler and The Girlfriend (5)Push-Ups and Hoodies (6) Slushies and Happiness and Pizza (7)Book Recommendations and Jane Austen (8) Gotham Mornings and Daydreaming (9) Text Messages and Older Brothers (10)Cookies and Folded Clothes

11- Seven Days and Movies

“A week, Jason,” You said, voice stern from all the worry and the slight anger. “Seven days I didn’t hear from you.”

Your boyfriend was leaning against your kitchen counter, arms crossed and intently staring at the ground. He had been gone for a week for work, as you called it, but wasn’t able to contact you the entire time due to the sensitivity of the situation. Jason had meant to text you, to let you know that he wouldn’t be able to talk, but, with everything going on, he had forgotten. When he came back there were dozens of phone calls and texts from you. Each voicemail and message filled with more distress than the last.

When he called you, to just hear your sweet voice, there was nothing but anger. Jason should have expected it, after all, he would be the same if you had left him on read for a solid week.

Tears pricked your eyes when you explain how frustrated you were. “I was worried like hell, Jason. You know that, right?”

“I do,” He whispered. Despite his best efforts of trying to not show it, Jason was anxious as fuck. All he could think was that this was the end. “I’m sorry. I really am. It completely slipped my mind--”

“Slipped your mind,” You were a bit amused by that line. “Jason, when you forget to take out the trash, that’s when shit slips your mind, not leaving me to wonder if you’re fucking dead.”

Saying that finally strangled a sob from you. The news had run another story of an explosion and of Red Hood which only furthered the worry when he didn’t answer you. So, when he came through your window that night, you let him have it. You were so angry after being put through all that anxiety of the horrible idea of him being gone. 

“I…” Jason started to say, but he didn’t really know what he could say. He was so scared right now. Everything he had been doing over the past couple of months seemed to crumble in a few seconds. Never had the two of you been in an argument, and he certainly hadn’t seen you so upset before. 

After one more sob, you started to compose yourself. Despite the anger and distress that had come from the situation, you knew, above all else, that Jason would never mean to cause such feelings on purpose. Wiping the tears from your face, you sucked in a breath, then looked at your boyfriend who was staring intently at the ground. 

“Jason,” His eyes met yours slowly. “Next time, please, just remember to send a text or call.”

“I will, I promise,” He said and held out his pinky. 

Smiling, you took it, stepping closer to him. You weren’t pressed together, but you were close enough that you could smell the aftershave coming off of him. God, you hadn’t realized you missed it until now. 

“I’m sorry I made you cry,” His voice whispered into the space in between. 

You laughed a little, shaking your head. “It’s okay. I’m sorry I yelled at you. You didn’t deserve that, and, not that it’s an excuse, I was just so scared.”

Jason smiled a bit this time. “Scared of what?”

“Of losing you,” You whispered, looking down at his feet in embarrassment.

“Never, baby, never.”

He couldn’t describe the feeling that overcame him, but Jason knew that what you said made him start falling for you harder. Relief gave way as he realized that you weren’t going to break up with him over this, he still was your boyfriend by the end of the night. Guilt still gripped at his heart, though, but now he would make sure to let you know how long he would be gone or that it couldn’t talk even if his life was on the line doing so. He reached up and fingered a strand of your hair, loving that he could still stand there and do that to you. 

You leaned into his touch, sighing, reveling in it because it meant that he was there, alive and unharmed. Or mostly unharmed as far as you could tell. Really, you just wanted to lean up and kiss him until you couldn’t feel your lips anymore, but you could save that for when he was ready. 

“Jason, let’s order some food and watch something on TV,” You mumbled, kissing the palm of his hand as he continued to play with that one strand of hair. 

Honestly, that sounded great. “Yeah, but I want to pick a movie.”

“Oh, so we’re watching Pride and Prejudice again?”

Jason snorted but didn’t correct you because you were right. He loved that fucking movie.

[clouds-rambles]

Hey bestie may I request diluc,childe,zhongli,and venti having a bad nightmare over their s/o wanting to break up with them and when they wake up their s/o isn’t there but really they’re in another room or something if that makes sense!! Thank you 🤑

Hi bestie positively evil... i love it <3 nobody question why zhongli and the reader are married in all my headcanons thanks lmao

Pairings; (Seperate) Diluc, Childe, Zhongli, and Venti x reader

Warning(s); panic, nightmares, hurt/comfort, injury mention

Keep reading under the cut!

Diluc

Diluc wakes with a start, his brows furrowed as he takes a moment to arrange the events of his nightmare in his head

Both you and he had a particularly explosive argument after he had come back injured from a night protecting Mondstat 

You had left the winery after exclaiming that you refuse to date someone who has such a lack of regard for his own life. In the long run you’d be saving yourself from further heartbreak if he ended up dead on the front porch

Diluc wonders if dream you could be right...

The red-head finally notices the cold side of the bed you should be sleeping on. He more than remembers going to sleep with you

Panic sets in at the bottom of Dilucs stomach. He must be imagining things right? You’re probably just in the bathroom

A beat passes

Then three

No, you’re not in the bathroom. He would have heard you by now...

What if the dream was actually what had happened last night. A breath catches in the mans throat as he gets out of bed and throws a shirt on

If he couldn’t find you in his home has he truly lost you?

Diluc speedily walks through the halls of his home, checking the spare rooms, the study, the library, the living room, the dining room, the

Diluc opens the door to the kitchen his heart threatening to break out of his chest at the pace it’s beating when he finally spots you drinking a cup of tea, in your pajamas

Thank the archons it was just a dream

“Diluc, honey, are you okay?” you ask getting up from the table in the kitchen to your sweating, hyperventilating partner

Diluc says nothing but opts to hugging you, his head bowing to your chest as he breaths you in

“Diluc, you’re worrying me” you tell him returning his embrace and rubbing circles on his back

“You weren’t in bed” is all he offers to tell you. You don’t push him on the details of why he is so panicked

“I couldn’t sleep so I came down for a herbal tea” you explain kissing the man on his bed of fluffy hair “I have a cup left in the kettle, I can pour one out for you” you offer

“Please” he breathes, but doesn’t move to let you go from the embrace, you can stand to hold him and tell him sweet nothings for a little while. Tea can always be reheated

Childe

It would only be right, and he suspected as much. You had told him that because of what has recently transpired in Liyue you cannot find yourself to love a brutal harbinger

Maybe its for the best. Childe concludes not paying much attention to his weeping heart. Maybe, you’d be happier not to be under the constant eye and scrutiny of the Qixing, the Milleth, and the watchful eye of Childes own fatui informants

Without much pause form Childes last thought the man finds himself waking in his room, unsure if the dream was reality or his mind playing tricks on him, he feels your side of the bed and notices a distinct lack of warmth... and you

He cries

Childe curls himself up in a ball determined to not get caught by anyone showing such an extreme and out of character emotion, he let himself cry. He’s pretty sure he’s sobbing loudly but he doesn’t care. It’s just him in the house anyway. The one person that he doesn’t mind seeing such emotions has left him

That’s until he hears the distinct click of the bedroom door open “Oh my archon Childe, are you okay?” you ask quickly making your way to the side of his bed and placing a hand on his shoulder

The man looks up to you, he isn’t sure if you’re real 

“I thought-” he starts “I had a-” he tries to find his words without seeming like a crazed person “You weren’t-” 

“It’s okay babe, I’m right here. I’m not planning on going anywhere” you console “I just had an epiphany in my dream and I had to write it down” you add explaining your absence. Childe nods along 

“Stay” he tells you as you wipe the tears out of his eyes. You nod and hum

“Of course” you lay onto the bed and let Childe wrap himself around you

You hum him to sleep and whisper sweet nothings

Zhongli

‘I can’t love you anymore Zhongli, I feel obligated to come back to Liyue after every adventure, it’s starting to take a toll on me’

‘But our vows, [name] we made a contract at the altar’

‘To love each other, yes? Zhongli there’s no love left in this marriage, you sleep in the spare bedroom whenever I’m back, we sit in silence over dinner, I don’t think I’ve kissed you in months. The lack of love itself is the breach in the contract’

‘But I-’

‘Think about it, do you really feel the same love that you felt on the day we got married?’

‘[name]-’

Zhongli wakes up with a start, his heart beats a little fast for a second. The man convinces himself it’s just a dream he had, but the coldness of your side of the bed seems to speak otherwise

In all fairness, Zhongli should have rationalised his dream before he started wondering the house like a mad man. The only time he sleeps in the other bed is when you’ve suffered an extreme injury, dinners are often spent with jolly laughs and conversation. And Zhongli prides himself on the amount of affection he gives you around the house... and in the bedroom

But most things aren’t making sense in his head right now

“Zhongli my love” you call him upon noticing him in the hall. You had just come out of the bathroom after a midnight toilet break “Are you okay darling?” you ask placing a hand on his shoulder

The tenseness in Zhongli’s shoulders dissipate as soon as you initiate the touch

“I love you” he tells you, the declaration is out of nowhere to you. But you smile at him and embrace him

“And I love you too” you pause bringing up your hand baring the ring that sits on it “And this ring is a reminder of our vows and my unyielding love to you” you tell him with a smile

Zhongli chuckles at you and returns your hug “You seem to always know how to comfort me my dear”

“It’s because I’m a mind reader” you jest matching your spouses chuckle

Venti

Disappeared. So much so that the thousand winds could tell Venti that you were in fact not in Mondstat and had travelled to Liyue from the time Venti was playing music in the tavern to when he knocked for you early the next morning

The only trace you left was a letter. Unmistakeably written by your hand

‘Venti, writing this in a letter is much easier than saying this to your face. I am quite simply tired of your antics, no matter try to talk to you, you seem to always brush me off. Be it the nights you spend at the tavern, my general concern when you disappear for days at end just to tell me you were at the thousand winds temple, stormterrors lair, or windrise, no matter how much I tell you I checked all three. Being in a constant state of concern isn’t good for me, it’s emotionally draining and I’m terrified of finding you dead somewhere, despite your archon blood. By the time you read this I’ll be in Liyue where I’ll be staying with a friend for a while. Tell me I’m going somewhere you can’t follow, and I’ll tell you this is how I have felt many a night. I wish I could have kept loving you, [name]’

A harsh way to break up Venti admits to himself rereading the paper a few times before waking up

A dream?

Venti holds his chest, surely a dream couldn’t conjure such a horrific sinking feeling that makes him want to just vomit

Looking to your side of the bed for your comfort the sinking feeling intensifies when he doesn’t see you

So it wasn’t a dream? Venti doesn’t want to call on his kin, the thousand winds, again just to be told once more that you’re currently in Liyue sipping tea with this cousin you had mentioned in the letter 

The archon sits up in bed and takes deep breaths, he doesn’t want to explain to anybody that he had a panic attack over your horrific breakup letter, no no

After calming his breaths Venti steps out of bed with a shaky few steps before walking downstairs to engage in the typical breakout routine. Snacking. Maybe when you left you had elected to ignore some of the snacks you love to litter about your abode

When Venti walks in to the living room towards the kitchen he sees you nursing your head on the couch

“[name]?” he asks in almost disbelief

“Hm,” you answer before looking up to Venti “Oh hey love, sorry I’ve got a headache” you greet properly after a moment. Venti grins at you which causes you to tilt your head. Why is your headache so grin worthy? Weird...

“Would you like some paracetamol?” he asks walking beside you, you shake your head

“I just took some” you reply looking up at your partner “Though I’d love to rest my head on your thighs” you add. Venti more then obliges and settles down on the couch

“You know I had the strangest dream” Venti tells you after a prolonged amount of silence, you hum to let him know you’re listening “You left me” he says bluntly

Oh

Damn

You bring yourself up to Venti’s face with a smile and give him a kiss “I love you Venti, I wouldn’t leave you for even the prettiest lyre” you half console half jest

“That’s because the prettiest lyre is mine” Venti chuckles and you nod pressing another kiss to Venti’s lips

guys it’s 2.42am I’m so sorry if there’s grammatical errors, my brain isn’t catching up rn

[zivazivc]

Hi I just adore your Acrocat AU I love Stompp and Roaar’s personalities and I like the power you gave Stompp so much better than Resistance in canon. I was wondering if there was anything else you could tell us about it

Ah thank you!! I haven't done anything for that AU in a long while but some scenarios are still floating around in my brain occasionally so maybe I'll post some more art in the future..

By Stompp's power I'm assuming you mean the 'vibration' earthquakey power I gave that miraculous in the first drawing of the costume I posted, before I even started thinking about an AU. I actually changed it pretty quickly into the story but I never showed or posted what it is 😅 I guess I have an excuse to do that now.

The ox miraculous power in my Acrocat AU is called Endurance and it follows a different set of rules than what applies to the miraculous we know in canon. The main point of it is that Stompp lasts much longer without recharging on food. The kwamis used in the show by the teenagers all detransform after using their special ability once with the exception of Tikki who has two special abilities but even then her time starts running out after using just the first one. Well with Stompp Adrien can use the special ability three times before changing back. The bad side to that is that he actually HAS to use the power three times if he wants to transform back otherwise he's stuck in the ox costume. The worse side to that is the fact that the ox's special ability can be extremely destructive if you don't know how to use it. ...And Adrien didn't the first time around.

So the story goes: Adrien (having lost his ring) finally manages to find Ladybug (while he’s disguised so she doesn’t recognize him) to explain to her why he’s gone missing as Chat Noir just as an Akuma attack happens. Ladybug in the heat of everything gives him the ox miraculous as a substitute because while she hasn’t yet studied that miraculous in the spellbook, she’s read that it can have destructive powers, and she thinks that would be right up Chat’s alley since he's the wielder of the miraculous of destruction.

Fastforward: Adrien (as Wrecking Bull) didn’t know what he was doing and he ended up demolishing a street. In his panic and constantly present adrenaline rush from the miraculous, and the realization that he can’t transform back unless he uses the power twice more, he runs away.

Stompp's special ability is called upon by saying "charge" which accumulates a large amount of magical energy that the wielder then has to direct at something. Adrien directed it at the ground which caused an explosive earthquake that destroyed the buildings around him and almost buried him and the other heroes in the rubble (which thankfully didn't happen thanks to Carapace).

Anyway...

When Adrien runs away he leaves Paris to get to the closest woods or field with no one around where he then uses the ox power two more times so he can finally detransform.

One heated argument with Stompp later he learns from her that her miraculous is almost always used in a way where you direct the power either at another hero who's about to detransform to recharge their miraculous/kwami so they can use their special ability again, or you direct it at yourself while you're unified with another miraculous so you can use that miraculous' ability more times or for a longer time.

If you direct it at another regular human or animal they/it goes berserk with adrenaline; if you direct it at a plant it accelerates the growth Jack-and-the-magic-beans-style; but if you direct it at something lifeless like a stone the magic energy doesn't know where to go and it reacts unpredictably - almost always causing some type of explosion.

And this is also the reason why Adrien later gets the tiger miraculous too but more about that some other time.

So in short:

the Ox Miraculous:

the power of Endurance

transformation phrase: Stompp, let's rumble!

detransformation phrase: [none]

special ability: Charge!

Hope this post satisfied some curiosity 😁

[twilight-orchid]

How The Demon Brothers React After Fighting With Their SO

tw: some angst with resolution at the end, mentions of past arguments, insecurity.

Lucifer:

This man is petty as hell.

He doesn’t do the silent treatment, but he acts like you aren’t dating.

If you need to work on something together, you’re a co-worker.

At RAD you’re a classmate.

Around the house you’re just a housemate.

His poker face is immaculate and it will not crack when you’re around.

If someone didn’t know what was happening, they’d probably think you two barely knew each other.

However, you won’t notice, but as soon as you look the other way his eyes are on you.

He’s used to arguing with his brothers and is no stranger to explosive fights that end with he and the other person not being on speaking terms.

But you’re different.

He tries to go on with business as usual, but he can’t think about anything other than how much he misses you.

Yet, he lets it continue because he just can’t put his pride aside and apologize.

If you decide to sleep in your old room it’ll both hurt his feelings and royally piss him off.

He thinks you’re being childish and will be pretty rude about it, but that’s because internally his blood just ran cold.

It adds a degree of seriousness to the argument that he’s uncomfortable with.

Yes he’s mad, but he can’t lose you.

If you still sleep in his bed, he makes sure to scoot over to the very edge so he doesn’t cuddle you in his sleep.

In fact, the first night after the argument he’d probably put a pillow between you just to really punctuate the fact that he’s still upset.

I’d say it could go 4 days to a week tops without you making up.

After a point though, he just can’t function until the issue is resolved. He can’t sleep, he’s falling behind on his work, and he’s just generally not doing well.

You get called to his office one night and find him at his desk surrounded by piles of paper, disheveled and exhausted.

“MC, come sit down. I’d like to talk this through. Please.”

Mammon:

He’s so dramatic.

You dare defy him? The Great Mammon can’t believe this tiny fragile human would have the audacity.

The theatrics are just a front though.

His ‘The Great Mammon’ act is a mask for his insecurity, one he hasn’t had to use with you in awhile.

Even as the words leave his mouth he regrets them.

He’s going to be very uncomfortable with everything until the argument is resolved, but most of all himself.

He’s learned not to take his brothers too seriously when they toss insults his way, but words have a way of morphing to belief over time.

Internally he is going to be super hard on himself. 

Regardless of if the fight was his fault or not, he’s going to kick himself constantly for making yet another mistake.

He’s over the argument pretty fast. The anger quickly melts into anxiety.

Are you going to leave him? Do you hate him? Did he hurt your feelings? 

That being said, he doesn’t know if you’re still mad and he doesn’t know how to ask. 

As a defense mechanism, he defaults to how he treated you when you first arrived in the devildom.

Calls you human, disregards you, stuff like that.

If you decide to sleep in another room, before midnight expect him to be knocking on the door.

“Oi, MC. You awake? I just - I can’t - *sigh* Can we talk about this?”

If you sleep in his bed, he makes a point of sleeping with his back to you.

Less because he’s actually mad and more because he doesn’t want his image of you as he drifts to sleep to be a look of anger.

Though as soon as he passes out he’ll roll over and tuck you into his arms on instinct.

I’d say any after effects of an argument with Mammon would be resolved in a day, maybe two tops.

Leviathan:

Arguing activates his trolling the forums mode.

Goes back to calling you a normie and contradicts everything you say.

He’s less mad about the argument and more using the bitterness to cope with how upset he is.

He feels like a break up is less of an if and more of a when.

Why would someone as amazing as you settle for weird otaku like him?

Honestly doesn’t understand why you’re with him in the first place, so when there’s a serious argument he assumes its over.

Tbh don’t know how you and Levi would sleep together being that I doubt two could fit in a tub, but any deviation to your routine sends him into a panic.

It’s his reality check that the situation is serious and he needs to fix it NOW.

He’d have trouble apologizing in person. He can’t think of what to say, he stumbles over his words, and he feels like he’s on the verge of a panic attack.

Instead, expect a long ass text message.

He says how sorry he is, how much he misses and loves you, and legit begs you to forgive him.

If you sleep with him like normal, he’ll probably try to make up after laying there for awhile. His mind is going a million miles an hour and there’s no way he can sleep.

Still really has trouble verbalizing how he feels, so give the poor boy a break and take over the conversation.

He hasn’t had a serious relationship before and he doesn’t know what he should do to make it better.

So the after effects will last however long it takes him to read several mangas, watch some anime, and play a few games to see how the characters get over arguments in the story.

Satan:

Satan makes sure not to fight with you over minor issues.

He’s worked tirelessly to tame his wrath and he refuses to feed into it over a minor issue.

Thus, if you fight with Satan it’s a major argument and it’s explosive.

The aftermath isn’t much better.

He doesn’t want to risk blowing up again, so he’s frighteningly calm.

He’s an absolute master of the silent treatment.

He won’t say a word to you until he’s certain he’s calmed down enough.

For the first few days he’ll straight up leave a room if you enter.

For a good while the only way you can expect to communicate with him is through his body language and the expression in his eyes.

Satan’s biggest fear is losing control and lashing out at you. 

He couldn’t live with himself if he hurt you and he can’t stand the thought of you being afraid of him. 

He’s a whirlwind of emotions, so he isolates himself until he can figure out how to deal with it.

Not just from you, but from everyone else too. 

Satan will not share a bed with you for at least the first night.

If he got worked up enough to actually fight, it’s gonna take him time to simmer down.

And he’d rather not risk doing or saying something he regrets in the meantime.

Once he’s ready, he’ll approach you when he’s completely calmed down and has thoroughly analyzed the situation.

He’s considered both of your sides, tried to pinpoint what caused the disagreement to turn into a fight, and made a plan of action to prevent it from happening again.

“MC? I’ve been thinking quite a bit about what happened. Would you please talk it through with me?”

He won’t apologize for the argument if he feels like he was right, but he will apologize for letting the disagreement escalate into a fight.

Satan could go weeks without making up if necessary, but he tries to resolve it within a couple of days.

Asmodeus:

Wants to give you the silent treatment, but is physically incapable.

He can’t stand to have you ignore him.

He’s the type to go back to normal then suddenly remembers you guys had a fight.

“Wait, no! I’m not talking to you! I’m mad at you!”

His biggest downfall is that he’s so stubborn.

If he thinks he was right, he will die on that hill.

There are arguments with his brothers that happened a thousand years ago and he could still tell you exactly why he was right.

But with you, he realizes that doesn’t matter too him nearly as much as it usually does.

If it means going back to normal, he’ll forget who’s right or wrong.

If you sleep in another room, he’s beyond offended.

“What?! Well fine! I don’t want you in my bed anyway!”

Laying in bed alone is a different story though.

He can’t sleep. All he can think about is you. Your face when you sleep next to him, your smell, the feeling of his arms around you.

He 100% cries.

Finally goes and knocks on your door with wet, glossy eyes.

“MC? Can we talk about this? I can’t get my beauty sleep and my tears are wiping off all of my skin care lotion!”

Will throw himself into your arms before you can answer.

If you sleep next to him still, he rolls over and watches you sleep.

It puts him at peace and he decides seeing your sweet, resting face every morning is worth more to him than the argument.

He’ll initiate the conversation the next morning.

I think Asmo could make it a few days if it was a really serious argument, but he will not function well until you make up.

Beelzebub:

Wants to make up immediately.

He doesn’t like to argue, even less so with you.

Whether he was right or wrong, he blames himself. He’ll take all the blame in the world if it makes you happy.

He’ll go make you your favorite food and bring it to you.

If he thinks you don’t want to talk to him, he’ll leave it outside your door and text you to let you know it’s there.

He’s honestly devastated if you decide to sleep in another room.

You guys migrate to your old room when you want privacy from Belphie, but you almost never sleep separately.

Seeing you grab your pillows and march out of the room nearly stops his heart.

He goes completely numb and silent as he just stares at the space you had just occupied.

Like Levi, he thinks this means the relationship is over and he genuinely does not know what to do with himself.

He can’t even bring himself to eat, he just wants to lie there, lost and trying to grapple with his emotions. 

He’s another one who will absolutely cry, but unlike Asmo he will make sure no one knows it.

If you still sleep in his bed, he’s very nervous about it.

He doesn’t know if it’s okay to touch you, what he can or can’t say, stuff like that.

He just lays there stiff as a board not even able to close his eyes.

Honestly the fight would probably have to be resolved before bed. His anxiety just can’t take it.

I don’t think he’d initiate the apology. Not because he doesn’t want to make up but because his confidence is rock bottom in these situations.

He catastophizes and honestly thinks you hate him.

If you don’t initiate the apology soon, Belphie will. He can feel what his twin won’t say, and he knows Beel won’t approach you about it for fear of making it worse.

Belphie will lock you two in a room if that’s what it takes for you to make up.

Belphegor:

The embodiment of if looks could kill.

He won’t talk to you, won’t look at you, basically pretends you aren’t there.

If he must interact with you he’ll roll his eyes and sigh the whole time.

Tries to sleep through any interaction so he doesn’t have to deal with it.

He feels almost betrayed by the fight.

He thought the relationship was stronger than to have such a huge divide, so he’s really insecure about it.

After the first day, the anger has melted away to guilt.

He ‘s not guilty that you fought, but he is guilty about how he treated you after.

Guilt and self-blame have become unwelcome friends at this point. Guilt over Lilith, over his plans to destroy the human world, everything.

But more than anything else, the guilt for the fact that he attacked you weighs on him every day.

He moved past it quickly after, essentially pretending he hadn’t killed you, but that’s because he just couldn’t confront what he’d done. 

He feels like the luckiest demon alive that you forgave him, let alone  opened you heart enough to love him, and now it’s all in tatters.

Another thing to regret.

If you decide to sleep separately, it’ll hit him like a bag of bricks.

“You - what? Where are you going?” 

It’ll take him a second to process what you were doing, but then he’ll roll over and let you leave.

“Fine. Don’t let the door hit you.”

No one will see him for awhile. 

Belphie sleeps all the time anyway, but he just can’t make himself get out of bed.

If you don’t approach him to apologize, Beel will tell you that he’s been nauseous and randomly emotional which must mean his twin is coping very badly. 

Will beg you to go make Belphie happy again. 

If you sleep in his bed still, the argument will be resolved by morning.

He can’t keep himself from embracing you in his sleep, and it’s hard to say you’re mad at someone when you wake up in their loving arms.

It’s hard to pinpoint how long it could last with Belphie. If you don’t apologize first, he won’t let himself be conscious long enough to approach you.

This is both my first hc post as well as my first obey me post so I’m sorry if le boys are ooc. I just got this idea and couldn’t stop thinking about it so here we are.  Especially Belphie, he was hard to me for some reason. Let me know if you guys agree or disagree and if you want to send a request or ask, my box is open! 

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A Fucking Duck | a.c. | 9

Adrian Chase x Bat!fem!reader

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: Canon violence. Language. Illusions to sex

Author’s Note: Did I basically rerun the entire fifth episode? I did. Did I add cute little fluffy parts? I did

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“They go through the butt?” Smith asked, eyes wide.

Murn glanced at the screen, then at Economos with annoyance. She sat idly with her feet on the table, jotting down notes in her phone.

“I think that was just…creative liberty from whomever made the presentation,” Murn said simply.

“The butt is an orifice,” Economos argued.

“Just because they’re aliens doesn’t mean they’re gross,” she argued, giving him a weird look.

“Yeah, that’s bigotry!” Adrian added.

She rolled her eyes, looking at him with a small grin on her face.

“Superman’s an alien; he has a poop fetish –”

“No he fucking doesn’t –”

“Oh, so you’ve met Superman?” Smith demanded, looking at Crossfire with narrowed eyes.

“Uh, I fucking have, yeah,” she argued, giving him a dirty look. “Because I’m an actual superhero.”

“Well excuse me, I’m sorry you know more than Google!”

She gave him an annoyed look, returning her attention to her phone as she shook her head. Adrian was just buzzing with excitement, poking at her now to ask about Superman. She waved him off, whispering that she’d tell him later as Murn directed the conversation back to the topic at hand. Economos tried to defend why he included a monkey in the presentation, but Smith kept talking over him –Murn tried to move on in frustration.

When the argument finally subsided, the de facto leader explained that the butterflies seemed to feed off an amber fluid that had been found in their digestive systems. Adebayo –-as annoyed as the hero was with the woman –had found an excellent clue that suggested that the fluid could be found at a company located just outside Evergreen. Murn was convinced this was the distribution center for the area and if destroyed, could help take down the butterflies. As Murn switched the slides, though, a faulty explosion erupted over the screen and another yelling match erupted between Smith and Economos.

She leaned back, listening as Smith listed an obscene amount of celebrities that could have been framed over his dad. Honestly, she still didn’t understand why he was so angry. Based on his files, Auggie Smith was a shit father and an even shittier person. There was a reason Adrian was so hellbent on killing the guy for Peacemaker, after all.

Adrian leaned over, whispering suddenly, “Isn’t Amy Winehouse dead?”

She nodded, leaning in too. “I think Ariana Grande would be wrecked in prison too.”

“He’s got a point about Bill Cosby.”

“Oh, shit, yeah we should put Bill Cosby back in jail,” she looked at him with a firm nod, then spoke up between the two idiots fighting. “Go back one, you should put Cosby back in jail if you can do that.”

“I’m not going to put Bill Cosby back in prison,” Economos argued, looking at her now.

“Wow, you want a serial date rapist on the streets? That says a lot about you, Economos,” Adrian countered, shaking his head in disapproval.

“Don’t you kill criminals?” Economos pointed out, looking at Adrian, “Like out of everyone you could kill –”

“All of you need to shut the fuck up,” Murn yelled finally, forcing the conversation to end as they looked at him in surprise. “Do you all want to be here until tomorrow?”

Adrian suddenly raised his hand. “Do you have cable? It’s date night and Fargo is on. I don’t want to be here if you don’t have cable.”

She covered her face with her hands, shaking her head. Murn took a deep breath. “It was a rhetorical question, Vigilante.”

“Oh, then I take back my answer to being no answer at all.”

He zipped his lips as Murn shook his head, returning to his stance in front of the group. “You idiots are taking a field trip to the bottling factory. Find out what you can.”

Smith held up another crude message, causing Economos to stand and storm out. “Nice penmanship, asshole. And Fargo isn’t on until tomorrow, you fucking nerd.”

“He is right,” she pointed out, looking at Adrian as he laughed. “Date night is tomorrow.”

“Oh, shit, you’re right.”

“None of us want to be stuck overnight with either of you anyway,” Harcourt commented as she stood.

“You really don’t,” he agreed, standing. “She’s really loud –”

“Adrian, what the fuck –”

“I’m sorry, it’s true!”

*****

“You don’t need to be so mean to John,” Adebayo said as she gathered up supplies for their little field trip.

She scoffed in response, slipping various knives into holsters around her suit. “That’s rich, coming from someone who convinced Adrian to get arrested.”

“I have apologized so many times –”

“And I’ll tell you when you’ve apologized enough,” she countered. Though she turned to Smith now. “She’s got a point though. Calling him dye beard was funny for two seconds and now it’s not –he’s told you he doesn’t like it.”

Adrian walked in carrying a case of weapons, seemingly unaware that she was arguing about him. “That’s just Peacemaker man. He gives everyone nicknames.”

“Thank you –”

“Being a bully is just part of his personality, like being a duck is part of yours, babe.”

“Adrian, I am not a duck –”

“Wait what –”

“Like how you used to call my brother Prince Charming,” Adrian pointed out, looking back at Chris.

“Your brother was a handsome man, that name was a compliment.”

Adrian made a face, shaking his head. “I’m going out on a limb here and say calling him Prince Charming because his penis looked like a scepter isn’t a compliment.”

“That’s a joke right?” She asked, looking at Adebayo who looked mortified and confused.

“Oh no, it was really bulbus at the end. He called me thimble.”

Chris held up his fingers, nodding some. She gave him a dirty look. “I’m going to tell you from personal experience, you’re wrong –”

“I’ve seen his dick myself –”

“Bro, I’ve sucked his dick –”

“I was a late bloomer,” Adrian quickly interrupted, looking between the two. But he had a bright smile on his face, as if he was just thrilled his two favorite people were so heatedly debating his dick. “I didn’t go through puberty until my mid twenties.” Adebayo looked at her now with her brow raised, and the hero just shrugged as Adrian continued, rambling it seemed. “I didn’t care, because I don’t have emotions like people do but the other guys used to cry about it a lot. Like, once you got a nickname from Peacemaker that was it. It was your name for life.”

“This is the dumbest conversation I’ve ever had,” she announced, loading her crossbow now as she looked between Adrian and Adebayo. He didn’t seem to agree but she was nodding.

“Just think about how you talk to John, okay? That was the whole point of this conversation,” Adebayo explained, gathering her things and walking out.

She watched as Adebayo left, then turned to Adrian. “How am I still a fucking duck?”

“I don’t know, you’re still cute like one. I changed your name to Ducky in my phone,” he pointed out, smiling at her happily.

She raised a brow, but didn’t argue –instead opting to gather her weapons and follow Adebayo. “Hurry up, both of you.”

Adrian watched her leave, a dopey grin on his face as he craned his neck back until she was out the door. Chris rolled his eyes, setting down his helmet. “Such a simp, bro.”

“At least I have someone to simp over,” Adrian argued as he grabbed his stuff.

*****

“So it’s just the six of us against an alien invasion?” Smith demanded.

“That sounds on par for everything I’ve ever done,” she said from her seat in the back. Smith looked back at her with a frown. “What? I work with Batman. Everything is always done alone or with teenagers.”

“I feel like Batman should be arrested for child neglect,” Economos interjected, brow furrowed.

“Probably. But I turned out okay.”

“You’re literally dating a serial killer,” Harcourt pointed out, looking back at them in the rearview mirror.

“Do we have anything better to listen to?” She asked, changing the subject quickly.

The conversation devolved into arguing about eighties hair bands, and she stretched her legs out to rest on the seat in front of her. Adrian was too caught up in finger dancing to the music to notice she was thinking about Harcourt’s comment. In hindsight, none of the bat kids were actually okay. Most of them had extensive trauma, and she was certainly no different. But she hadn’t anyone call her out like that before; usually when she joked about it, people just ran with it because it was uncomfortable. Didn’t force her to try to think about how fucked up her life was.

Harcourt did not pull her punches though.

“Oh darn,” Harcourt suddenly announced, looking at Chris now with a rather annoyed smile. “We’re here. No more music.”

The van skid to a stop, and the team unloaded into the lot. She hopped out, crossbow in hand as Adrian appeared behind her, cranking a chainsaw to life. She flinched, quickly stepping away and turning to look at him.

“No!” She yelled at the same time as Harcourt. “Put it back!”

“You’re not fucking bringing that!”

“This thing is so fuckin’ loud!” He yelled excitedly but she pointed at him. He huffed and turned the tool off. “What! Peacemaker is right! We don’t know what’s in there!”

She rolled her eyes. “Dude, a chainsaw is like the least conspicuous weapon possible.”

“Ugh, fine. I’m never going to kill anyone with a fucking chainsaw.” He pulled the van shut, crossing his arms after like a child.

She rolled her eyes, pushing his shoulder. Adebayo and Harcourt were in the middle of a rock, paper, scissors game —of which Harcourt lost. She groaned, looking at the hero and Adrian before announcing they would be with her. Crossfire rolled her eyes, knowing that neither Adebayo nor Harcourt wanted to be teamed with her or Adrian, but Adrian didn’t seem to care as they took off towards the back of the factory.

“I need you two to stay focused,” Harcourt ordered as she side stepped through an opened door. The two followed close behind. “Do you even own a gun?”

“You act like I don’t this shit on a regular basis,” she countered. “And no; Batman doesn’t let us.”

“Here,” Adrian whispered, holding out one of the many he had stashed on him. She glanced at it for a moment before she clipped her cross bow back to her belt and took it. “I don’t need to teach you how to use it, right?”

“We’ve been shooting together before,” she reminded him, rolling her eyes as she turned the safety off.

“Oh, man. Yeah. That was a good day.”

Harcourt shushed them, motioning for them to follow as she crept through the maze of boxes. There were thousands of huge boxes, scattered but piled neatly on palettes, ready to be transferred. She cut open a box, looking inside carefully as she pulled out a jar full of the amber fluid.

“All of these boxes have to be full of this shit,” she said, frowning deeply as she set it back down. “There’s…way more butterflies than we anticipated, I think.”

In her ear, Adebayo announced that everyone in the building was taken over. The three shared an uneasy look but Harcourt nodded towards the bottling area. Following close on her heels, they crouched down to watch as the workers filled jars and sealed them, sending them off as they went. She turned, scanning the plant floor beneath them, counting each person. But after a dozen, she shook her head.

“Shit,” Harcourt snapped suddenly, and a disturbingly loud screech echoed around them. “Run!”

Glass shattered as the butterflies chased them down, grabbing at them as Adrian locked a gate behind them. Gunshots rang out around them as they shot and aimed the best they could as they took off. Harcourt pushed an office door open, and Adrian pushed Crossfire through the door first, hanging back just long enough to get a shot into a butterfly that was too close. He slammed the door behind him, barricading it with the metal rod that sat there.

She looked around carefully, looking over the computer screens that made up almost the entirety of the wall. Harcourt was going through paperwork as Adrian joined her at the computers, looking over her shoulder.

“What is all this?” She asked, clicking through various encrypted files before she touched the comm in her ear. “Hey, we’re trapped in some…computer room in the back of the factory. There’s a shit ton of —“

“That’s a fucking gorilla!” Harcourt yelled as she pulled gun out again, shooting.

“Grodd?” She yelled, eyes wide as she aimed as well but the animal threw her across the room.

Adrian joined in the fire fight but was thrown across the room next, landing near her with a painful groan. She rolled onto her back, hissing as it cracked the glass beneath her.

“You good?” She asked through gritted teeth.

“Never better,” he said simply, though he was looking her over for any injuries. Satisfied she was okay, he pulled her up as he stood.

Yelling was heard outside the door and they looked at each other then over to Harcourt —just as the doorway exploded into a ball of flames. Adrian grabbed her, reacting quick enough to shield her body with his, as pieces of the building shattered around them. Harcourt ducked behind a nearby shelf, covering herself as Adebayo entered the wreckage.

“Harcourt? Crossfire? Vig -GORILLA!” She screamed, the beast throwing her next.

Adrian was on his feet quickly, unsheathing the sword on his back. She pushed herself off the ground, going and lifting Harcourt up as Adrian stabbed the gorilla in the side, but even that didn’t stop it from throwing him again. Chris tackled it next, wrapping his arms around its neck as he laid into its face with punches. But it still threw him around like a rag doll. Her hands shook as she pulled her cross bow out, aiming for the gorilla’s eye —when suddenly, the sound of a chainsaw ripped through the room —and through the gorilla.

Chris sat up in horror as they watched Economos split the gorilla open, blood spraying all over the place. The gorilla collapsed, the butterfly that possessed it crawling out of its body slowly. Chris shot it with ease after standing. She followed suit, holding her hand to Adrian to take. He pulled himself up, sheathing his sword as he looked between Economos and the chainsaw, huffing some as they gathered what they needed.

Chris was drenched in blood, with Economos looking just as bad bloody. It had splattered around the room, getting a little on everyone but they all seemed to be in one piece as they loaded up into the van. She kicked her feet up, pulling her mask off her face as Adrian reached over and wiped blood off her cheek. She looked up at him as he removed his own mask, smiling up at him as he shook out his curls.

“You’re hot covered in blood,” he commented excitedly, catching her gaze.

She rolled her eyes as Adebayo turned the radio up, blasting glam metal like Chris had wanted earlier. But it wasn’t nearly as annoying as it was this morning. Actually, with how good of a mood everyone was in, it was almost fun watching a blood covered Peacemaker play air guitar. Or seeing Economos singing loudly behind him. Even Harcourt was nodding along, hiding her smile as she pulled out her phone.

Grinning, she grabbed Adrian (who kept dancing, regardless of her taking his hand and wrapping it around her shoulders) and made a peace sign over her face, shaking as Adrian moved to the music. The rest of the ride back seemed to fade into this moment. The adrenaline and pride in defeating a fucking gorilla didn’t disappear, even when they got back and even when they went their separate ways for the night.

She and Adrian ended up back at her apartment, having showered and cleaned off from the mission. His head in her lap as she ran her fingers through his hair idly, eyes half closed as they both started to fall asleep from the long ass day they had. But the peace was interrupted with both their phones going off; a worried glance was shared before they opened the text to see a group chat, and the picture from Harcourt.

“Hey, this is the first picture of us together,” Adrian exclaimed with excitement, sitting up and looking down at her. “Like the whole team is there but you and I are too!”

She nodded, looking over the picture for a moment. Then she decided, right there, that it didn’t matter if she didn’t turn out okay as a kid. It didn’t matter that her boyfriend was, yeah, a serial murderer. She was too, at the end of the day. Willingly or not. But it didn’t matter —because she was happy.

“God, I love you,” she said suddenly, out loud. Then she stared at her phone with wide eyes, heart racing, covering her mouth.

“Oh,” he responded simply, looking at her with his brow furrowed some. Adrian wasn’t really sure how love even felt, or maybe he did but didn’t know it. All he could think to say was, “That’s awesome.” With a pretty smile on his face.

That…was more than she expected from him, honestly.

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