#when i pick it up i can't put it down but getting me to pick it up is like trying to eat a brick with a toothbrush. or something

[cybergoth1]

can you do some Jason Todd as a husband headcannon pls !! i just know that when he’s healed , he’s hauling his partner and getting TF out of Gotham , and popping out babies (GIRLDAD) and a nice job in a low-key town and maybe becomes a househusband 😋🤭(for real i’m 100% sure he would) but at the same time he is The Jason Todd . Hot , mysterious , emotional but also not , a big fat nerd in a brick body .

you know your daddy's home.

pairing: jason todd x fem!reader.

warnings/tags: fluffy, pre established relationship. my silly drabble about raising a daughter with jason todd. girl dad jason todd. husband jason todd.

author's note: hey babe i turned it into a drabble! hope you don't mind it!

"look, mommy! i'm batman!”

you suppressed a chuckle as you watched your five-year-old daughter standing tall on the couch, wearing a paper mask poorly shaped like batman’s cowl. the little girl came home from school, talking non-stop about the vigilant and refusing to take off her paper mask, even during lunch time, excitedly repeating what her teacher had said about nowday heroes.

"gotham needs me!"

she was trying to make her voice deeper as she jumped onto the floor. the cats, startled by the noise on the wooden floor, bolted away in a stampede.

"you're too pretty to be batman, baby girl".

your husband jason said as he stepped out of the bathroom. the scent of soap and shaving lotion lingered in the air as he walked down the hallway in just his sweatpants. his scars seemed more visible, glistening under the light as drops of water trailed down his bare back and chest.

“but how do you know what he looks like? he's always wearing a mask!” her childish voice rang out indignantly.

he picked her up effortlessly with one hand, while the other gently tugged the paper mask aside to look into her bright blue eyes — blue like his had been before the lazarus pit. her nose, mouth and ears were just like yours, a glimpse of you both in her youthful face.

"he sounds ugly, like a very old sad man. unlike you, princess".

"i'm not a princess, i'm vengeance!"

you laughed behind the stove.

"well, vengeance," he said, walking toward the apartment’s kitchen with her tiny legs wrapped around his hips "you can save gotham after eating your vegetables," he added with a smirk, putting her on the high chair.

she looked at him with wide eyes, as if he’d just handed her a death sentence.

"broccoli?"

"broccoli".

you placed the plate of food in front of her, the broccoli standing out between the rice and meat like a tiny, green nightmare. she looked up at you with pleading eyes, silently appealing to your good side.

you stroked her hair gently.

"if you don’t eat, i'll have to tell batman that his sidekick isn’t eating properly. you can't patrol without eating broccoli," he said, pulling out the chair to sit beside her. that was more than enough. with a disgusted expression, she began to eat, occasionally poking at the broccoli.

"hi, jay," you said, placing your hands on his broad shoulders and giving him a light massage. he softly kissed your left hand before looking up at you.

"how’s my other girl doing?" he asked with a smile, his lips still lingering against your hand. your daughter was so focused on hating the broccoli that she didn’t even notice the display of affection. normally, she would’ve made a gagging noise, followed by a dramatic, “bleh!”.

"she's missing you a lot" you said kissing the top of his head. a familiar scent makes you pause for a moment.

"you're using my shampoo again, aren't you?"

"maybe?"

©cybergoth1, 2025

[mafuyussweater]

[Now I'm thinking about that first year that Shen Qingqiu is dead and how Luo Binghe and Liu Qingge may have reacted to that....]

That day Luo Binghe felt too emotionally raw to put in any effort to do much of anything. He barely wanted to exist. So instead, he drank, heavily. Everything felt too real. It was just too painful. So when Liu Qingge comes storming in (secretly wanting to unleash some of the heavier emotions he is feeling by fighting Luo Binghe) he lands a blow on him and realizes very quickly something is off. It doesn't take long for the stench of alcohol to reach his nose and he can't help but grimace at the smell.

"What do you want Liu Shishu?" Luo Binghe slurred from his spot on the floor. He couldn't be bothered to get back up. Instead he reached into his sleeves and pulled out another jar of alcohol and took a swig, uncaring at how some spilled down his neck and onto his robes.

"What the hell are you doing brat?" Liu Qingge strode forward reaching out to grab the jar out of his hands. He was clearly way too intoxicated. Seeing his Shishu advancing towards him looking pissed caused Luo Binghe to instinctively roll out of the way which was neither elegant nor effective in escape. Instead they both found themselves tangled up in each other while covered in the harsh smell of liquor.

Liu Qingge was beginning to regret coming here today but he just couldn't stomach ever giving up. He let out a harsh sigh and bolted up to his feet. Not bothering to look down he picked at his now wet robes and bit out, "Ugh, now look what you did beast!"

*hiccup*

Risking a glance back at his rival on the floor, he was shocked to see the man curled into himself sobbing quietly on the floor. Well.. he was necessarily 'quietly sobbing' it's just that it looked like he was trying very hard to shove the sobs back in.

Liu Qingge really did not do well with people crying so he tried to slowly back out of the room knowing that he wouldn't have an admirable fight today. But as soon as he back up no more than a few steps, Luo Binghe with his super demon hearing snapped his head up at him and just... broke down into a full on mental breakdown ugly crying mess. Pathetically he crawled on the floor until his arms wrapped around Liu Qingge's ankles, forcing him to either kick the man while he was down, or just pray for it to be over soon. And so he prayed.

"L-Liu Sh-Shi-Shishu", he was trying to hard to just breathe. "Plea-p-please.. I-" Luo Binghe took in a shaky breath, "I just miss him so much!", he finally cried out.

Luo Binghe's whole body shook as he tightened like an anchor around his legs but it was as if the rest of him was made of paper, he crumpled further into himself. All the walls he had built between them over the years simply dissolved.

He probably wouldn't remember this in the morning but maybe they could have this. Just one day where they were simply two people who lost someone they loved more than anyone else could ever understand. And they could just be there together and remember how much the man they both loved meant to them.

With an exasperated sigh, Liu Qingge bent down and like he had seen his Shixiong do, he patted Luo Binghe on the head and said, "if you are going to act like this, at least get me drunk first."

Just today he told himself, only because it was today would he let his guard down too.

I think people are way too normal about the way Liu Qingge and Luo Binghe were acting during the five years that SQQ were dead. Like when I was reading I saw that shit and went "wow that is enemies to lovers behavior right there" and then proceeded to never see it in the fandom.

Come on guys, the homoerotic sword fights are right there! The fact that after years everyone except them had given up on SQQ! The drama of your enemy being the only one who understands the deep love you have for this man, of feeling like you're the only two people in the world who still care, of getting what the other person is going through but also hating them for what they are doing to you. Both of you having very different ideas of what it means to love someone, but at least you can respect each other for trying.

Despite everything, Yue Qingyuan never canonically tried to go get SQQs body. Maybe this was because he wanted to avoid a war, maybe because something just felt off, like it wasn't his Xiao Jiu anymore. There is also no evidence that any other peak lords went to Huan Hua, besides Mu Qingfang, who was literally kidnapped. It was just Liu Qingge, fighting for SQQ every day.

There has to be some kind of bond that forms, having fought each other for so long. Some kind of understanding. Liu Qingge and Luo Binghe probably saw each other at their worsts, when Liu Qingge came crawling back with so many half healed wounds and broken bones, but still determined to fight. When Luo Binghe was so exhausted by his Qi transfers, running Huan Hua, trying to find a way to save his Shizun.

What did it look like on the anniversary of Shen Qingqiu's death? How did they mourn?

And what about the angst factor of falling in love with someone while the man you love is still dead and gone? And feeling something for the person who stole him from you? The guilt, the agony?

Anyways, I'm just surprised I haven't seen more BingLiuShen where the BingLiu started brewing during those five years. There's no way I could fight a man for five years, always spare his life/be spared, and NOT feel something. Even if it's not romantic,,,

Consider, years after the end of the novel. BingQiu are together, living their best life. But even years later, on the anniversary of Shen Qingqiu's death...

A demon emperor lands on Bai Zhan Peak. And the War God is waiting for him, sword drawn.

[thoughtsforsoob]

how ateez shows their gf princess treatment <3

note: I hope this work finds you well! I really want to make this look good so please let me know if anything should be edited. Thank you and please enjoy. 

hongjoong

you're his PRINCESS! he takes it so seriously too. he puts a ring on your finger as soon as possible and treats you like actually royalty. is at your beck and call 24/7. his fsvorite thing to do is take you to events and show you off to all his friends and colleagues. "this is my wife. isn't she so beautiful? shes so smart and talented too." will show you off to anywhere and everyone. he's just so in love with you. he also let's you into his studio and has a special chair for you and plenty of pillows and blankets.

seonghwa

dresses you up in the finest clothing ever. sure, if you already have your clothes that you like that arent from any big name brands, he's not gonna toss them out or anything. he's only going to add your collection. designer bags, clothes, shoes, and even glasses if you wear them. he'll deck you out in only the more coveted brands.

yunho

he will turn off any game for you at any time if you ask for his attention. he wouldn't do this for anyone else but you. you're his special princess so you take priority over his games. he also teaches you all about his hobbies and take you to all the cool pop up's and museums. if you want anything, he always makes sure to get it for you.

yeosang

takes care of you with everything! literally everything. he may be a busy idol but he makes sure you take your vitamins, do your morning and night routines, take a little bit of personal time, and everything else. if you're studying, he'll make sure you take a break. he'll run your a warm bath and make you something to eat after. he gives mother hen vibes but it's not in an annoying, naggy way. he just loves you and want's to make sure you're healthy.

san

picks you up and carries you everywhere. he's so strong and he loves showing off his strength to you. if you're siting on the couch, minding your own business, he'll throw you over his shoulder and take you up to your shared bed room. he also carries everything for you, especially shopping or grocery bags. his princess should never carry anything.

mingi

buys everything for you! mingi needs a gf that is okay with him paying for everything but he will literally lose it if you pay for him. he has the mindset that dudes should pay for everything and take care of their partners, but it's not like in a toxic way where he won't let you work or anything. he would just prefer that your money goes towards spoiling yourself (although you never need to because he spoils you so much).

wooyoung

i have two for him so hang on tight. wooyoung is such a romantic and i cannot express that enough, first of all, he drives you everywhere! he would rather get hit by a train than let you ride the said train all alone. if he can drive you, he is going to drive you. also...he lovesss taking you on 3-4 day trips around the world. he takes you to paris, tokyo, la, Shanghai....everywhere! takes care of everything too. ugh i want my own wooyoung (im so scared of driving please drive me!)

jongho

he lets you sit on his lap. even if you get shy or complain that you're too heavy. he lterally does not care. he will pull you down onto his lap and bear hug you so you can't get up or leave. he thinks you look so cute and just like a princess when you're sitting on his lap.

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

(This might be a lil angsty) but perchance navias (or anyone else that you like) reaction to s/o nearly dying/near-death experience taking in consideration that navia has lost nearly everyone she has ever cared for

(Genshin Impact) Navia reacting to her S/O almost dying

Navia nearly crushes S/O in a hug as soon as their eyes open again, her hat flying off onto the bed.

(Navia) "S/O!"

S/O flinches in pain, making Navia immediately recoil back.

(Navia) "S-Sorry!"

(S/O) "Ow...hah, it's alright...What happened?"

Navia takes a deep breath, attempting to calm herself but her breathing still remained ragged, shutting her eyes.

(Navia) "You...took a really bad hit when we were attacked outside the city. I was only barely able to get you back in time for you to get proper medical attention."

Navia's hand hovers over S/O's, hesitant to draw her arm.

(Navia) "I...I thought I-..."

Even though she didn't finish, S/O knew exactly what she was thinking.

S/O shifted in their bed, making Navia look up as they extended an arm towards her.

Silently, Navia hugs S/O gently, shutting her eyes again.

S/O runs their hand through her hair, although it was strained, the pain was worth it in order to make sure Navia calmed down.

(S/O) "I'm sorry to have worried you, Navia..."

(Navia) "Please just...don't do that again. I can't lose you, S/O."

S/O couldn't say anything else, instead holding Navia closer with their other arm.

Navia's sniffles began to fill the silence, as tears ran down her cheek.

S/O lifted her face in order to wipe the tears away with a finger, Navia leaning into their touch.

(S/O) "Navia. I promise you, I won't ever get hurt like this again for you."

S/O was speaking faster than their mind could process it, letting their emotions take the wheel.

Both of them knew they had no idea what was in store, and Archons forbid, this wouldn't be the last time they had a conversation like this. Maybe even Navia would be in the bed one day.

But their words put Navia a little more at ease all the same, a sad smile finally forming on her face.

(Navia) "Hah...Don't make a girl a promise if you know you can't keep it..."

Navia leans back into her seat, reluctantly pulling her hand back and standing up.

(Navia) "I'll go get you something to eat, you must be starving."

(S/O) "We can go toge-"

S/O tried to get up only for a moment before wincing in pain again, Navia's hand resting on their chest as she pushed them back onto bed.

With a small smile, she picked up her hat before adjusting it on her head.

(Navia) "I'll be back as soon as I can. Just...stay awake for me this time, okay?"

S/O nodded, sitting upright on their bed and relaxing to ease the pain as Navia left the room.

Wiping away a final tear, Navia attempted to compose herself.

It had already been several days when S/O was taken in for treatment, now she could finally calm down since they finally woke up.

With that final thought and a nod, Navia looked back to the door, smiled, then walked off.

She knew better than to dwell in her head of what might have happened.

As long as S/O opened their eyes again, that's what mattered to Navia.

[t4tlottie]

you're all by yourself but you're not alone — NATALIE SCATORCCIO

thought of this while watching the trailer and im stimming so hard i need to make something to get it all out..... basically, you save natalie from getting punished which results in you AND nat getting ostracized.

"Does anyone have anything to add before we move on?" Misty's voice irritates you more than usual as she speaks, and you glare daggers at her while she acts all high and mighty.

You look down to Nat, beaten down on the ground, face bloody and cheeks tried with snot and tears and hesitate. You shift on your feet and swallow. You're stuck between speaking up for her or staying silent so you don't meet the same fate. But she's your girlfriend. And you're angry. And they hit her.

You glance at Lottie, seething. "Lottie was the one who picked her as leader. Why doesn't she get punished?"

You just needed a scapegoat, but technically, you are right. It was Lottie who chose Nat as the leader of this group. Why isn't she sticking up for Nat? Why isn't she saying anything?! Fuck, why isn't Travis doing anything?!

Lottie's face turns into a frown, and she hugs herself.

"You're blaming Lottie?" Mari scoffs, and suddenly, you're glad she almost died during the last hunt.

"Nat shouldn't be put on trial because Shauna thinks she deserves to be the new leader." You glare at her, and under any other circumstance, you would've been terrified of the hard look she gives you. "She's the best leader we have."

That seemed to set Shauna off.

Within seconds, you're tumbling down from the punch to the gut, and as you look behind you to steady yourself, you see the glint of the spear used for the hunts. You grab onto it and hold it out to defend yourself so fast that you accidentally cut Shauna's arm. As the girls are distracted by the commotion, you push Shauna and Misty aside with your forearm and grab Nat by the collar of her leather jacket, running into the woods with her tightly by your side.

You quickly glance back to see them staring at you. Shauna makes a pouty face while throwing down her arm, but none of them chase you.

The pained sounds Nat makes as you jog further into the woods cause you to stop, and you look behind you and squint to really make sure they aren't following before leaning her against a tree. Her lips are quivering and you just now notice the black bruise forming around her eye.

"I'm sorry I didn't do anything earlier."

"They would've hit you harder for defending me." She shakes her head and wipes some blood off her cheek. "You're really gonna get it when you go back."

You chuckle lightly at her joke but frown. "What do you mean 'you'? You're going back too, right? I mean, eventually."

Her hair is tangled as ever as you run your fingers through it, but it comforts you.

She shakes her head again. "I need to find Ben. I need to tell him that they're searching for him. He can't... they can't..."

You understand what she's trying to say and nod along, rubbing her cheek and mumbling an apology when you brush over her black eye. "Let me help you then. We can set up near the plane and we'll look for him first thing in the morning."

Nat's too tired and in pain to argue further, so she just nods and closes her eyes, leaning her head back against the tree. You lay the spear beside her and sit down on the dirt, looking over her face. Her bloody and bruised face. You'll have to sneak down to the lake or back to camp somehow to get some water to wash her off.

"Think they'll come looking for us?" she mumbles, opening her good eye to peek at you.

"Probably." you shrug, taking her hand and messing with her fingers. "But not tonight."

You grab her legs and push them together so you can rest your head on her thighs, sighing at how warm she feels. Her hand comes down to caress your hair and she awkwardly wiggles out of her jacket so she can rest it over your body.

"Get some sleep. I'll wake you up before it gets dark so we can move to the plane."

[thebisexualdogdad]

Headcanons for dating Matt Murdock where reader is a civilian and doesn't know he's daredevil??

Matt murdock x GN!reader

● you met Matt working down the hall from Nelson & Murdock, always going out of your way to start conversations when you saw him because you thought he was cute

● and sometimes you would bring him pastries from your favorite bakery as another excuse to see him which Foggy especially enjoyed

● more often than not Foggy would take down the entire box by the time you finished talking to Matt

● “really Foggy? You ate the whole box? Y/N brought them for all of us” Matt laughs

● Foggy with a mouth full of pastry “Hey I left you and Karen one to split”

● you really couldn't tell if Matt was attracted to you but he definitely knew you were attracted to him

● he would hear your heart rate speed up every time you saw him

● and then you were hanging out with them at Josie's and Matt put his arms around you to help you line up your pool shot purposely to get you all flustered

● “how are you so good at pool when you can't even see the table?” You say trying to keep your cool

● “I'm a man of many talents,” he grins enjoying the way your breath hitched when he put his hand on your lower back

● when he finally asked you to dinner you were excited but also very nervous

● you kept stumbling over your words and knocked your drink over soaking the table

● “shit I'm sorry Matt I guess I'm a little nervous,” you apologize as you clean it up with napkins

● “it's okay Y/N, it's just me you don't need to be nervous,” he chuckles holding your hand which once again he hears your heart start to race making him smile

● when you make your relationship official Foggy's first question is “does this mean you're not gonna bring pastries over anymore to flirt with Matt?”

● “don't worry Foggy I'll still bring you pastries, I can flirt with Matt even if he's already my boyfriend,” you joke

● you always help him pick out the suits he's gonna wear for trials

● and listen to him run his opening statements for the dozenth time

● “how was that?”

● “sorry did you say something I was too distracted by how hot you look in this suit,” you say smoothing out his tie

● “Y/N,” he laughs

● “I'm just kidding babe it was great, you're so gonna win this case,” you say before giving him your traditional good luck kiss before he heads off to court

● after months of dating Matt hasn't quite gotten around to telling you about his crime fighting alter ego yet

● he uses the excuse of being overloaded with cases as to why you guys have to have so many lunch dates and why you rarely see him at night

● and him showing up with new wounds he blames on working with clients with dangerous pasts

● as suspicious as it is you do live in hell's kitchen, you've been mugged more than a handful of times so you let yourself believe him for now

● but the nights you do get to share in the same bed you hold him in your arms and don't let go

[distant--shadow]

Okay, I have three (3) thoughts about the state of cr's talkback shows atm and I've decided to write them in your ask box. Feel free to ignore:

I think the quality of the questions in the fireside chat was strongly linked to 4sd and, mainly, the tower of inquiry. As much as I like the idea of having a section where evergreen questions can be asked, they really lean towards the “what if the world was made of pudding?” genre of questions and I think that - combined with the attention that gets drawn to the questions by the Jenga game and the milque-toast-ness of the other questions on 4sd - has encouraged the fandom to discuss and focus on those questions more than we used to.

I also really miss the fact that talk machina had a presenter (who, for the sake of clarity, was fired for obvious reasons and I’m not, in any way, advocating for him to come back). The fact that both the presenter of 4sd and order of questions in the tower of inquiry and deep dive sections are random, means that whether the cast elaborate on their answers is up to chance. I feel like, with the cast being more detached from the fanbase than they used to (for good reason) there really should be someone on screen who knows what questions were answered in the past and can guide the conversation so that they don’t spend 10 minutes discussing “think about this AU” questions and then only give in-depth character analysis a single sentence before being distracted by a joke or running out of time. To be clear, this isn’t a criticism of the cast at all, you can’t both give really good, in-depth answers to questions while also coming up with your own follow-up questions and staying engaged in and shaping the discussion as a whole. I’d say Dani is the obvious pick for a presenter but I think her interests are more in the shippy/fanon side (which is fine, I’m not trying to police how anyone interacts with the show) so I’d prefer her questions to be interjections rather than the whole thing.

This campaign has had a significant percentage of it’s talkback shows taken up by overlap with other stuff (party splits, vox machina and the mighty nein getting their own eps, overlap with calamity and downfall etc.) and, in an ideal world, I’d want them to do separate that stuff out and do extra shows about that, rather than letting it eat into valuable question answering time for bells hells.

All this to say: if cr wants to make a talkback show specifically tailored to me, I'm down with them flying me out to America so I can host my new talkback show called “AU? No thank you!” where we exclusively talk about bells hells and all hypotheticals are banned. Nobody but me would enjoy it but I'm the main character of my story so...

appreciate you engaging and putting your thoughts out there via my inbox!

I agree with most of this, I can respect what they were trying with 4sd but yeah it did not deliver the meat that talks did, and I would love to have a simple discussion show like that back (at one point I would have suggested dani as host too, but if anything these fireside and 4sd eps have proven that she is way too fanon-brained/shipping inclined and I personally, can't stand when she interjects without being asked for an answer (though correcting lore is a different case and pretty much always appreciated))

I can deal with a little amount of what if the world was pudding type questions, but ultimately yeah, it does come across as "so what if we got a different story than the one you chose to give us?" there are cases when yeah maybe it wasn't as conscious as a decision or another factor where yeah, I would like to know the alternative, but i agree with ya there.

I will also say that yes, I do think the shape of the questions selected is in part to match the more laid back and goofy vibes of 4sd, the evergreen questions and such really are not a good choice and absolutely there wa sso much going on during this campaign that reaaaallly broke up the momentum (momentum which still managed to feel oppressive), but i would say I do also think an amount of it is just how modern fandom is, to sound like an old guy yelling at a cloud. so many things come into play here, parasocial stuff, attention spans, isolation and selfishness, populatiry contests within fandoms and how that births popular works/notions from fanon being perceived as canon law, etc etc.

as I keep saying, I want people to make, I want people to have fun, but it's a yeowch from me when that feeds back into the source material, or at least spin offs of it. I do think it is a case of both parties being somewhat guilty, ask baby questions get baby answers, if people engage with fanservice and it gets views then they're gonna cater to that because they need eyes on them to exist as a company. I'm really not the person to be doing the write ups about this, but i do think it's important to share my opinions on my most beloved piece of media, in some ways especially because I create so much "content" for it.

I've pretty much always felt like an outsider within fandom space, and whether that's because of what I want out of it, what I want to see for my favourite characters, or my behaviour, or my work - I don't know, but i do know that for years of watching this show I kept well away from the fandom space or even sharing my drawings caus I didn't want it to hinder my experience and enjoyment of watching, and when the stuff I've been trying to avoid is seeping it's way into the actual shows then yeah, it is something I wanna speak out on.

[enchantedtomeetyou1113]

Friends don’t look at friends that way

Levi x reader

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A/n: helllooo so this is loosely inspired by the song ‘that way’ by Tate McRae. This is also part one of my oneshot book on wattpad ( @saige_1313) enjoy!

Summary: you and Levi are just friends. just friends….

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  The mixed signals drive her crazy. Crazy might be an understatement, but more or less Levi runs her around in circles like he always seems to do.

It seems to her that there might be two different Levis in the regiment.

  There's one that invites her to his office for tea at late hours, and another who ignores her in-front of the others. There's one who checks on her after every mission and one who acts like he doesn't know all her past traumas (that she told him after several late night tea sessions) .

There's the Levi who would listen to her rants and sit close to her while they do paperwork. Closer than socially acceptable for 'friends' and then the other the next morning would sit on the opposite side of the table and throw jabs at the way she likes her tea. But didn't he say it was tolerable last night? Why did it seem like he tried to embarrass her in-front of everyone else?

  The whole day she felt exhausted physically and mentally. Everything captain related was weighing on her heavy and Levi-well he was making it worse. Today he was extra rude in-front of Hange and Erwin and the other captains  saying things like "Captain y/n shouldn't be in that position-she's not nearly strong enough."

Her eyes glared at him as he stood with his arms crossed and a bored look on his face. He didn't even acknowledge it which made her more mad. And of course Erwin listened to him.

   So now she sits in her office with her head on her desk completely drained from the events of today.

It was late hours and she barely felt like sleeping.

A knock was heard on her door and she knew that knock. She's grown used to it after all these months. The uninterested woman didn't pick her head up, instead hoping he'd just walk away and assume she was asleep.

  "I know you aren't sleeping." his usual flat voice was muffled by the door but she could just imagine his eyes roll. He opened the door and leaned against the frame, looking at the sight infront of him. "Someone looks miserable."

  She sighs picking her head up from the desk. "What do you want? I'm not in the mood for tea."

He raises one brow, "not in the mood,huh?" "Nope" she quips back.

  He gazes at her, not just looking at her,but peering into her very being as if he possesses the ability to see through any wall she puts up. Of course when he looks at her like that (which he does a lot) her walls come crumbling down.

  "What's got you so upset,brat." He walks towards her desk plopping into the chair infront of her. "Nothing, alright? Can't you just give me one night of solitary?" She pinches the bridge of her nose. "Hmph..I didn't know was presence was so overbearing ." He says not taking any real offense. "It seems like it's the other way around." She muttered. He cocked his brow at the words she mumbled. "What makes you think that?" He asked.

  Her eyes gazed at his,disbelief plastered all over her face. Could he really be that incredibly dense or is he completely unhinged? She was unable to fathom how he was so oblivious to the situation.

"You have to be joking." Her voice heated.

"Tch, are you mad because I made fun of your tea?" He had the audacity to smirk, which made her even more furious. "I don't get it Levi-" she starts sitting straighter her body language tense.

"Why do you act like-like you LIKE me then act like you hate me infront of everyone else? It's like you mess with me on purpose! Why?" She demanded.

  He looked as if he wasn't phased one bit by her outburst. "Y/n, this is never gonna happen."

She blinked,shaking off the initial wave of anger that had washed over her face,as it quickly transformed into one of hurt. Her eyebrows furrowed "what...?" She asked her voice tinged with puzzlement "Levi,so...what are we?" He looked at her like the question was deranged "Friends?" He replied matter of factly. The nonchalant response felt like a dagger to her already battered heart. "Right..." she murmured.

  "Well I need to get to sleep,so you can see yourself out." She didn't meet his gaze.

  The next day at training she kept catching him staring at her. Quickly looking away when she noticed as he tried to play it off. At lunch Hange asked what's going on between the two and she told them they were just friends. Which makes no sense because later that day Hange told her that he was staring at her with a 'endearing expression' and kept going on about the 'tender look' for the whole evening. This only made her more and more lost at the situation between the two. "Friends don't look at friends that way." Hange smirked at me.

  5 days pass by with little to no conversation between the two but they both sneaked longing glances to another without the other noticing-most of the time.

   the late hours of the night engulfed her,and a craving of tea with milk and honey made her get up and sneak to the  kitchen of the HQ. To her absolute delight (horror) Levi had the same thought. He sat there drinking his black tea in the dim kitchen area.

  "Sorry, didn't expect you to be here." She trails off before spinning on her heel to leave, without her tea. "Stay. I don't mind."  She stops herself at his words,and cautiously walked towards the small kettle to make her tea.

   She sat down with her steamy cup and before realizing that we were out of milk he spoke up. "I'll make sure there's more milk tomorrow." How could he say such sweet things with such a bored look on his face all the time? "Thanks.." she mutters. The small talk was overbearingly awkward-though it seemed that way only to her.

when she went to follow him as he stood to put her cup away the proximity of their faces made it even more awkward. "I..I can take your cup, don't worry." He says softly. She blinks a few times waiting for him to grab the cup from her, but he doesn't.

  Time stops as they look into each others eyes and his dark gray eyes flickered to her lips for just a moment but she picked it up. She felt herself moving closer without realizing. Like he was a magnet and she was being pulled in. She looked up at him glancing at his lips as he did the same.

He felt himself begin to lean down to kiss her before he stopped himself, clearing his throat. Backing up he gestured for her to give him the teacup. "Don't want you being whiny at tomorrow's meeting, I'll wash these. You get to bed." He says quietly but back to his usual stoic tone.

  "Y-yeah.. goodnight,Levi."  She says before practically tripping on her own two feet trying to get back to her room as quick as possible.

"Goodnight, brat."

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   The next evening she couldn't take it anymore. She raised her hand up to his door and knocked twice. "Yes?" She heard his voice and twisted the handle and rushed into the room closing the door behind her and moving closer towards him.

   "I'm fed up! I don't even know if I love or hate you anymore-why did you try kissing me last night? You say we're friends but I catch you looking at me several times a day! friends don't look at friends that way-!" She was out of breath by the time she finished her sentence and she looked at him waiting and preparing for whatever answer he saw fit.

    "You don't want to be in a relationship, trust me." Is all he says. Looking back down at the paperwork he was working on. "How do you know what I want? And who are you to decide that for me!" She felt her face get hot.

     "You don't understand, you brat-" he sighs. "What don't I know?! I know that I can't stop thinking about you-I know that I wanted you to kiss me last night and practically every other night we spent together-?!" He looks at her with an unreadable expression, one she's never seen on him.

     "Im afraid to.. to let myself love you, because then it'll somehow hurt less when you're gone." His voice is barely audible. "I thought If could act cold with you that you'd simply utter 'fuck you' and move on, but I was selfish and couldn't stop myself from looking forward to drinking tea with you or even something as boring as doing paper work. Because it was you. Everything was bearable when I was with you."

  She felt her heart beating out of her chest, "I don't want you to shut me out because you are afraid of losing me..I think if we at least try the rewards will be better the risk-because I'm not gonna just walk away and forget you. Even if we spend the rest of our lives only bonding over tea and signing stupid papers I'll do it."

   He didn't understand the feelings going through his mind and he definitely didn't understand the feeling in his stomach from her words. "I was stupid thinking pushing you away would be the answer. I'm sorry for being so stubborn and shutting you out,I just didn't want to lose you, even though the fear made me do just that."

    He came closer to her his hand cupping her cheek. "I don't want to miss out on a single moment with you, and I'll try..to understand how this stuff works."

   She puts her hand on top of his for a moment before interlinking their fingers. "How romantic." She say teasingly rolling her eyes. "Don't be a brat." She slowly presses her lips into his and the kiss was the final confirmation for them both that there truly nothing else they could want in this world.

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A/N okay I wrote this while basically sleeping my eyes are working against me I can't keep them open but I hope you enjoyed. Pretend this is good 😗

Request are open! <3

[the-inkwell-variable]

author ask tag

thank you so much for the tag, @the-golden-comet! ooh this is gonna be fun!

i'm going to focus on my current wip, Why Should I Be Careful? I'm Going To Die Anyway! because it's still very much in the planning stages (despite how much I'm writing for it) and I have Thoughts

What is the main lesson of your story? Why did you choose it?

I'll be honest, I haven't really thought that far ahead. I suppose, if there is a lesson to take from WSIBC?IGTDA!, it might be that you should always chase your goals and desires, and screw what other people think. Maybe put a little more thought and planning into yours than Aura does hers, though. I mean, she almost dies due to her recklessness. Don't be like Aura.

What did you use as inspiration for your worldbuilding?

Well, it's a zombie book - I love zombies, in case you can't tell - so the world is an amalgamation of zombie stuff I love. The zombies are based off of the Train to Busan zombies. This is a self-insert mess, so I'm using the town and people I know in the town as location and characters. Little tropes here and there that I love in movies and books alike. It's just a big chimera of stuff that I grab from stuff I remember and shove into it. It definitely needs polish when it's done, but I'm having a blast so far, so I'm'a keep doing it :3

What is your MC trying to achieve, and what are you, the writer, trying to achieve with them? Do you want to inspire others, teach forgiveness, or help the reader grow as a person?

Uhhhhhh this is a tough question. Right now, Aura is trying to make it to Roger's Grocery Mart to save her girlfriend, but most of the time, she's just trying to have a good time in the zombie apocalypse and hopefully not die. She does eventually grow into a character that (mostly) thinks things through and takes other people's situations into account, so I suppose the lesson is "the world doesn't revolve around you - be kind and helpful to others"?

As for what I'm trying to achieve... mostly, to be honest, I just want people to pick up my book and have a good time reading it. I want to write a zombie book because it's my passion and because there aren't enough zombie books out there. I guess I'm trying to inspire others? To show them that you can survive an impossible situation if you work hard and think things through?

How many chapters is your story going to have?

The only time I've written a full-length book (sorry, the only two times, forgot about Zero: ALPHA), it had about twenty-odd chapters. Z:A had...uh...thirty? That was a long time ago and I sadly no longer have that draft. This one is going to go until it's done. Hopefully more than thirty though!

Is it fanfiction or original content? Where do you plan to post it?

Original content! I have no idea where I'm going to post it. I'm torn between Draft2Digital (originally Smashwords) or Substack. Thing is, I'm really bad at marketing and keywords and all that technical stuff that goes into publicizing, so I'm really hesitant to share it at all. I'm the type of person that gets absolutely morally devastated if my own self-inflicted goals aren't met, and I'm not sure if I can handle that kind of crushing heartbreak with this one lol

So yeah. Might publish, might not. Unsure right now.

When did you start writing?

My dad set up a Windows 95 computer for me in his office, his old one, and taught me the basics of using it. I was five, about to turn six. I immediately sat down and wrote a story about unicorns. I've been writing ever since.

I didn't start writing fanfiction until I was thirteen and had just binge-watched Lord of the Rings for the first time. We don't talk about those works. They were awful.

Do you have any words of encouragement for fellow writers of writeblr? What other writers do you follow?

Write it. Oh it's cringe? Who cares? Write it. Oh, it's a rare pair? Write it. You're worried people will hate it? Fuck the haters. Write it. Writing is about having fun. Writing is about pouring your soul onto the page. Writing is about getting those ideas out of your head so they don't drive you insane. It's about reaching that one person that finds your work and loves it. Even if no one reads it - you still accomplished something. You still wrote it. And no one can take that from you.

I have so many writers in my follow list. Uhh. I have no idea how many are still active, so I'm just going to tag who I know and hope for the best lol

@idyllicocean, @keeping-writing-frosty, @bloodtiesnovel, @asher-writes, @kitswrite, @theink-stainedfolk, @karkkidoeswriting, @lavender-gloom, @orphanheirs, @aquixoticwrites, @alinacapellabooks, @marlowethelibrarian, @flock-from-the-void, @dyrewrites, @storycraftcafe, @writer-imagination, @toragay-writing, @inseasofgreen, @stephtuckerauthor, @thatndginger, @finickyfelix, @eternalwritingstudent, @drchenquill, @paeliae-occasionally, @the-golden-comet, @talesofsorrowandofruin, @watermeezer, @goldfinchwrites, @winterandwords, @badscientist, @clairelsonao3, @i-can-even-burn-salad, @leahpardo-pa-potato, @mjparkerwriting, @rowanwriting, @oliolioxenfreewrites, @emelkae, @rita-rae-siller, @rebelxwriter, @kaylinalexanderbooks, @stesierra, @francineiswriting, @sunset-a-story, @chauceryfairytales, @hollyannewrites, @jaydenswaywrites, @captain-kraken, @violets-in-her-arms-writes, @romy-thewriter, @pure-solomon, @writingmaidenwarrior, @koiwrites

go, go follow them. they're all so good and make my timeline glow.

[ashen-char]

we can be pirates

ship: river (all souls) x reader (gender neutral)

summary: river wants to give her daughter the best birthday party possible. noticing that it's personal for her, you help.

word count: 2400+

notes: requested here. split into two parts bc it surprised me how long it was getting. title from taylor swift's 'seven'. TELL ME THE SKULLS DONT GIVE PIRATE VIBES

River sits on the couch you two hauled off the road just last summer, flipping through the pages of a worn-out book on crafts. Beside her sits her mini-me, her daughter Jade who always loves being dressed up just like her mama. Big brown eyes go wide with excitement as the little girl points at one of the pictures.

"Mama, we can make this for my party," she exclaims, her small finger tracing the outline of a paper flower.

River hums, a tight smile on her face. "Yeah, baby. It doesn't look too hard. That'll be great."

Jade giggles and marks down the page number, already a small list of ideas on her pad of paper, her legs swinging.

Despite her smile, River can't help but think of how she wants more for her little girl. How she hates that Jade already knows they have to cut costs like this. Maybe if she pushed down her ego that told her she can do it all alone, without a cent of Silas' dirty money. River shakes her head, willing those thoughts out. She focuses on the pride blooming in her chest that Jade's still so happy and content with homemade efforts. She's raised a smart, kind, and wonderful girl. God, she can't even believe her baby's turning six in a week.

"You wanna help me?" she asks, poking Jade's cheek, who has now moved on to the section about invitation cards.

"Of course!"

This is when you walk in, joining them on the couch. You were busy preparing dinner so you didn't catch the full conversation, but the apartment's small enough where you could catch bits and pieces even without eavesdropping. Before you have a chance to tell them the food's ready, Jade shoves the book in your hands.

"You can pick one! I like this and this and-" Jade's pointing all over the place, choosing invitation cards she likes the look of seemingly by random if you didn't know her well. Luckily, you've had the chance to. Under River's upbringing and her own endless curiosity, Jade loves so many things it's hard to think of one straightforward theme. She loves her monster trucks as much as her stuffed puppy, as much as the manga the older kids in the apartment complex show her, as much as nature and princesses and scary stories.

"Woah, woah, slow your roll, kiddo." You wipe your hands on the apron before putting your hands on the book, knowing you'd get glares if you greased it up. "What's this about a party? I thought you didn't want to do a big one," you question.

"She doesn't. Says she'd be alright if it was just the three of us sharing pizzas and watching TV," River answers, to which Jade nods. "But Jade's in school now, you know? All the other moms already side-eye me for having her so young. I don't wanna give them more ammo, or make them tell their kids not to hang out with Jade anymore."

River has complained to you extensively before about the mom politics going on. Invite someone's kid to a party and they don't invite your kid back? Consider yourself dead to everyone. Couldn't bring muffins to their stupid bake sale? Worst mom ever award.

"I want Jade to have fun with her friends and not worry about being teased about not having a huge unicorn cake, or whatever. So..." River gestures to the book pressed into your hands, and you note all the marked pages of ideas.

You know the deeper reason too. How deep down, River wants better for Jade than what she had, never wants her to feel like she's going without. She wants Jade to feel like the other kids. To be able to stay a kid for longer, not cutting back on the toys she asks for just because you two are going from paycheck to paycheck. That's your responsibility as the adults. She shouldn't have to worry, shouldn't be punished for being born River's kid. It's something you've assured River about over and over again, that Jade's lucky to be hers and that the little girl knows it. But you can understand that wish too. Jade's such a sweetie. If any kid deserves to feel special on their birthday and get everything they ask for, it's her.

So it's no surprise that River isn't sold on the whole DIY party vibe. Resourceful is one thing, but she hates feeling cheap. Hates asking for or needing cash. She'll let go of her pride if the situation gets tough, but damn does she hate when people assume she can't take care of her girl.

"Hey, Jadey?" you ask, scooching down to address her directly. The two of you have agreed to not talk about money problems in front of her, so you know she should be far away for this discussion. "Can you go to the kitchen and turn the stove off? And when you're done, how about you write down all your friends' names that you want there, and draw them all a special invitation?"

Jade perks up at the request, liking to go on 'special missions' to help you or River. She likes the responsibility, likes that her favourite people can rely on her. It's part of what makes her such a good kid. "OK! Here!" As she hops off of the couch, she hands you the book. "They're gonna be the best pictures ever!"

"Don't come back too soon, OK? We're gonna come up with lots of ideas to surprise you!" you call out.

You turn to River, who shoves the book aside, frustrated. "Fuck. I don't wanna be a wimp about this, honestly. Or make it all about me."

"Hey." Your hand goes to her shoulder, rubbing right where she always seems to get tense. "It's fine. It's your first time living too. Or whatever the phrase is."

"It's just- I would've done anything as a kid to have had a birthday party," she shares, shaking her head like she thinks she's being ridiculous. But River does melt into your touch, letting you start to rub up, getting to the junction where her neck meets her shoulder. "This sucks to say, but I was always too ashamed to take any of my friends back home. I'm grateful for it now, but it was tiny and it smelled and I knew it. Didn't want them to give me shit for it."

Listening intently, your fingers trail over her shoulders as River sits up and tugs her knees to her chest. "And I didn't wanna hassle my mom. She was already doing so much to take care of me and put food on the table," River tells you. "My friends invited me to ones with the fancy custom cakes and the goody bags filled with toys and snacks, you know? The parties where the kids get to wear crowns and the parents take a million photos. My mom couldn't afford to take a day off of work, and I didn't have enough allowance to buy a gift anyways. So I never went to any."

And you can understand that. It's not like being a loner is always a choice. Sometimes you know that even if you try your best, you won't fit in, so why try? Pretend it's a choice. Pretend you're above it all, too cool for it, when all you really want to do is have fun with everyone.

"She's turning six. We could turn a sprinkler on and call it a water park and the kids would scream and laugh more than at some expensive party," you say. They're easy to impress at that age, at least in your own memory of being a kid.

River shakes her head. She wraps her arms around her knees tighter, resting her chin on them. "A water park? Really? She's six. She wants a real party with her friends, not just an excuse to run around like crazy. And it's not like we have a backyard for them to run in anyways." Something in her throat trembles, and it makes her voice rise with frustration. "I want to give her something special, y'know? I want her to feel like a princess for a day, not a charity case. Throwing around some paper decorations isn't gonna make the apartment bigger."

You know that tone, and you want Jade to have the very best too, so you fix on a more serious face, not wanting your girlfriend to feel like she's alone in this. "Fine. OK, so what's... special but free? Botanical gardens? Beach?" you start to pitch and brainstorm. "What's the best space to pizzazz with these paper flowers that Jade's gonna kick ass at making?"

When your hand reaches her ear, she just melts. It's a soothing gesture that helps when River gets these horrific stress migraines, pinching and rubbing along the lobe to coax blood flow. River thinks for a moment, considering those suggestions. "Yeah, the beach could work," River says slowly, a small smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. "Jade loves the water, and I know her friends would have a blast playing in the waves."

"We'd keep an eye on them the whole time obviously," you add. "Section off an area just for the party, probably with whatever decorations Jade's picked.

More on board with the crafts now that they have a space in mind, she hands you the list of ideas Jade already jotted down. "Here. If you can read her handwriting."

Just like Jade's interests, her ideas are all over the place. Not that you don't appreciate her creative process, but cowboys, aliens, and dragons don't sound very beachy. There are pages that she scrawled down that go together though. The foam sword, the paper pirate hat, and a treasure map. You'll pour coffee on it, crumple it a little, and singe the edges with a lighter to make it look authentic. A pirate theme sounds like the ideal way to make everything cohesive, especially since it'll keep the kids entertained so no one goes home complaining to their parents.

"It could be like a scavenger hunt," River says. She's been steadily getting into the whole idea, pitching all sorts of ideas to make Jade's special day great. "Kills two birds with one stone. The map is something they actually use instead of a set piece and we'll know where they are when they run around. Make sure they stay where we can see 'em.

"Yeah, I like that! When I was a kid, I read these Skullduggery books and was like, damn, imagine digging something up. Me and my siblings buried this time capsule at the beach, but I'm pretty sure it just got swept away by the waves."

"You shoulda dug deeper," River teases, but pecks your lips when you pout at the memory. "OK, so that's settled for the main activity. What can we put in the chest that won't break the bank?"

Chocolate coins, obviously. The two of you take turns listing out treasures that you'd find for cheap, like candy necklaces and plastic swords that will be sturdier than the foam ones. Eyepatches are a must too. Plastic telescopes and octopus pop-its.

River writes down a note that Jade could make her friends a custom friendship bracelet to thank them for coming and commemorate the occasion. Plus, it would get that rainbow loom set you two bought her out of the storage. Jade went on a bracelet-making kick two months ago but got bored, so now you've got all these extra loom bands around.

The two of you get to throwing around food ideas (you, personally, wanna serve chicken nuggets but brand them as 'gold nuggets') when Jade comes out of her room.

"Ta-da!" the girl says, holding out her birthday invitations. All told, there are seven, with radically different drawings attached. There's a horse (which looks like a giraffe with the neck honestly), a robot, a ballet dancer... "I've got six best best friends, so they've all gotta come. Mackenzie's got a little brother that should probably come too since they're always together, so I made him a smaller one."

"It's very sweet of you to think of your friend's brother." River shoots you a look as she says this, since Jade has been very fixated on siblings ever since you moved in. You shrug. You're not opposed to the idea but babies are expensive so the conversation has never gone longer than "that'd be cool!"

"These are awesome, kiddo! Think you could add something to each of 'em? Me and your mama thought a theme would make your birthday even cooler," you say.

"A theme? Oh, what is it, what is it?" Jade's already got her crayons in hand, ready to add to her masterpieces depending on your next words.

"Mmm, let's just say that you could be a mermaid, or have a peg-leg, but you can't turn up as a land-lubber." You cringe as soon as you're done saying it (you had been writing clue ideas for the scavenger hunt for the last ten minutes, OK?), but it makes River laugh so it's worth it.

"Pirates?!" You think the windows might shatter, that's how loud Jade's shriek is.

"Hell yeah, baby girl!" River says. "You like it?"

"I love it! Thank you so so much!" Jade leaps between you two, her tiny arms trying their best to wrap around and hug you both at the same time.

Upon seeing River's excitement as she shows Jade the list of ideas you two came up with, you can't help but smile. Your two favourite girls in the world are so hyped now that they're not even thinking about the cost, which was what you've wanted from the start. Jade pores over the list, nodding and adding little notes to the margins. There needs to be vegetarian options for her friend, Priya, for example, and she doesn't want it soooo different from the other food that Priya feels like she's missing out.

The day ends with half-made paper flowers, hot glue on foam, and Jade's rainbow loom taking up space on the kitchen counter and dozens of tiny colourful rubber bands all over the floor. Not to mention the dinner you cooked, which has gone cold and forgotten still on the stove. But when you turn to see Jade passed out on the couch, River's eyes lock with yours. Tired and pissed off from watching too many DIY YouTube tutorials, your girlfriend mouths "thank you. Jade was so happy," and you wouldn't have it any other way.

[forever-ev]

Dad!Peter with cats introduces baby girl to the cats or like makes sure she’s being gentle with the cats?? 🥹🥹 I don’t know why this is where my brain is at, so feel free to ignore, but dad!Peter with cats just feels so cozy and comforting?? 😭

I'm going with option 1 but trust that option 2 will get written at some point probably soon. Sorry, it's kinda short. Infomercial: https://youtu.be/cG2krftM2eQ?si=3RjZy546MFKYHzr2

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It's been a few days since you've come home from the hospital and you've slowly been introducing Charlotte to your two cats, Jimothy and Tedward. Peter's put a baby blanket that smells like her near the cats' beds and they've quickly gotten used to her scent.

Today is the day that you'll be letting them meet her. Peter washes the blanket the cats have gotten familiar with and swaddles her in it again. Charlotte starts to fuss in her bassinet, and he picks her up, gently swaying with her. She quiets down and Peter walks into the living room, sitting on the couch next to you. Charlotte blinks blearily and looks over at the cats. Jimothy slowly approaches her and sniffs her cautiously. Peter and you watch as both cats sniff around Charlotte and then walk away when they lose interest.

"I guess they don't care much about her unless they can try to sit in her swing again." You say, amused.

"Oh, yeah, washing the cover every time they'd hop into that thing was a pain in the ass."

He traces the small curls in her hair that are starting to form and her eyes droop. You quietly coo at her, pouting at her soft gurgles.

"I can't believe she was inside me a few days ago. It feels so much more real now." You whisper to Peter.

He sighs and nods, "Still feels a little less real from the four hours of sleep we're on."

You both chuckle and Peter carefully transfers Charlotte to her bassinet again and sits back down. You turn on the TV but soon you both fall asleep practically on top of each other with the sound of an infomercial for bacon bowls playing.

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[oogaboogaspookyman]

So i've been having thoughts...

[EVERYTHING]

Another day, another thing to fight over. N is getting tired of this.

"NO NO NO, YOU CHEATED! YOU DEFINETLY CHEATED! YOU DESERVE THOSE EXTRA CARDS I MADE YOU PICK UP!" Uzi pointed fingers at V, who's currently at the front with one lone card. Yes they're playing Uno.

"I AM NOT CHEATING, YOU ROTTEN GRAPE, I'M ALLOWED TO PUT DOWN MORE THAN ONE CARD AT ONCE!" And V pointed fingers back at Uzi like she's being discriminated.

N just spaced out, looking at the front of him with half-lidded, tired eyes like a parent hearing siblings fight over the Xbox. At this point, nobody would deserve to hold the controller and it would be given away to someone more competent than the two of them, more deserving.

Meanwhile Cyn, Uzi's tail, is coiled around a can of oil. She's sipping from it like a kitty cat.

Right in front of my oil can, too. Annoyed expression.

N knows what to do, but it's gonna hurt and be slightly out of character for him, being the golden retriever of the group...

The entrance door to the bunker opens swiftly, and out comes a flying pair of Uzi and V, soon after faceplanting onto the snow ground.

"You're getting back in once you get along, or when it's getting late and i feel like you should get in." And right after N's first piece of dialogue, he closes the door on them.

The pair of girls looked at the now closed door to the bunker liked puppies having been thrown outside. Man N really did that, huh?

Strike one.

"zip it- Yeah! Sure! Whatever N, it's not like we need you or anything!" Uzi shouted back, trying to hide the hurt in the fact she's been pretty disciplined by her own fucking boyfriend.

"Careful with your words, rat." And V, being someone that cares about N a whole awful lot, bit back defensively.

Strike two.

"What are you, her girlfriend now? That's me!" Uzi you're way too smug.

And here we go.

"I USED TO HAVE HIM ALL TO MYSELF BEFORE YOU HAD TO COME ALONG!!"

Uzi's eyes widened and hollowed in shock as V yelled back.

"I HAD WHAT FELT LIKE EVERYTHING, EVERYTHING I TELL YOU, AND I LOST IT ALL TO THIS IDIOT ELDRITCH HORROR THAT TORE US APART AND PUT BACK TOGETHER LIKE TOYS. WE ARE A KITBASHED MESS OF A DRONE SQUAD AND YOU JUST HAVE THE NERVE TO BE A LITTLE SHIT TO ME JUST BECAUSE OF WHAT I AM AND WHAT I DO TO SURVIVE!"

Uzi walked back as V took her steps forward, slowly and menacingly, and while this happens her hands swap out for her signature claws. They're shaking.

"I CARE ABOUT HIM, I CARE SO FUCKING MUCH ABOUT HIM, I WANT THE BEST FOR HIM EVEN IF IT MEANT I HAD TO STEP OUT, STAY AWAY FROM THE ONE DRONE I LOVE, AND I CAN'T PROTECT HIM WHEN YOU'RE ACTIVELY MAKING EVERYTHING A PROBLEM!"

She makes one step forward, strong enough to make some snow fly off the ground.

"YOU CONSUMED OUR WORST FUCKING NIGHTMARE AND NOW I HAVE TO DEAL WITH YOU AND THAT FUCKING THING, CAN'T YOU JUST CUT ME SOME FUCKING SLACK?!"

V's optics start to glitch as tears begin to sprout from them. Her vision blurs.

"DO- DO YOU KNOW HOW I FELT WATCHING CYN HOLDING N'S CORE?! HAVE YOU- HAVE YOU EVER CONSIDERED HOW I FELT AT ALL?!"

Her voice begins to shake, just like her claws. Just like her entire body.

"I... I-I DON'T KNOW ANYMORE, WH- W- WHAT DO I D-DO TO MAKE YOU TREAT ME WITH B-BASIC FUCKING DECENCY, I REALLY DON'T KNOW!"

Uzi's hands begins to shake, a quiet sob coming out of her throat. Quiet enough to not be heard.

And as soon as Uzi slowed down to a stop, V took the chance to pounce and pin her down onto the snow.

Holy damn.

"WHAT THE FUCK DO I DO AT THIS POINT, TELL ME!!"

V's panting, sounding animalistic, slowed down to a halt as she notices the face on Uzi. She's quietly crying. There are tears in her eyes.

V gets off of the crying drone and looks down on her, guilty. Guilty because you got tired of her antics? Really?

"Get up..."

Uzi, for some reason, obeyed and got up on her feet. Her legs are shaky...

...

A surprise hug from V is given to Uzi. A safe one, as she swapped out her claws for hands. I forget to mention shit sometimes.

"I'm sorry..."

...

"No, fuck that, i should be sorry..." Uzi's voice is so unsteady...

"But-" The sobbing drone held onto V's back tighter. "You need him more than i do and- and i took him from you b-because you did a mistake, you deserve to make amends and love him like i do... I'm sorry"

...

"Just let it all out, you need it... You need him more than me, V"

A crying mess of a dissassembly drone is heard screaming her voice away, quickly overpowering Uzi's noise in loudness.

God damn you two...

The two sit down on an abandoned car, the front of it to be specific, both of them in thought of what had transpired...

"What should i do to apologize properly?" V whispered to Uzi. She may or may not have lost a bit of her voice.

"Dude... Your voice..." Uzi looked at V with worry in her eyes.

"My voice doesn't matter, how should i apologize to N properly?"

... Uzi looked away in thought about it... Then back at her. "I think a simple “sorry for everything i did” and a hug will do... Maybe a kiss since you uh... Love him?"

"I can hear you, you don't have to whisper... I'm not gonna kiss him" She just... Stays, looking at the nothingness instead of the night sky, tired.

"Juuuuust a suggestion..." Uzi responded softly, looking back at what's above.

...

Maybe V should try it..? Who knows...

There's a knock on the entrance door to the bunker. N responds to it, and looks at them like a disappointed parent. "Did you two get along now?"

...

Uzi looked away, as did V... They're both seemingly tired. N notices this and immediately his demeanor switches. "Are you- are you doing okay?? Come in, come in, i'm so sorry i really shouldn't have done that-"

"No. I'm sorry, for everything i've done... And yeah let us in" she whispered to N, trying to raise her voice so she could be heard a little more. N notices this and, now worried, decides to let them in.

And now once inside, they head to Uzi's room...

"V, what happened to your voice?? Did you scream??" N is full of fear and worry and guilt, something could've happened and it would've been N's fault it could be anything it could be the worst thing ever it could-

A hug... From V.

"Stop worrying so much, my voice doesn't matter here... I'm sorry."

N puts his arms around her body, hugging back. "Alright... But what happened??"

"Me and Uzi got along... She says she's sorry even though i... We just- we just set aside our differences, okay..?" She pulled back from the hug to look at N in the eye as she spoke. She's smiling...

...

"I hope Uzi gives you what i failed to give you-"

"ROBO-GOD DAMMIT V!" Uzi yelled and pushed V onto N, causing their faces to collide. Causing their lips to collide.

V let out a muffled squeak as she kisses N, and he does the same noise, both from the shock of the kiss, the push, and the fact they've fallen onto Uzi's bed, V on top of N...

V pulls back from the kiss to look at N, shocked. He's feeling just as surprised. "Uhh..." V, for the first time in a long time, blushes so much her visor becomes an LED and feels a gratuituous amount of butterflies in her stomach. And so does N, after a while of thinking his feelings towards V had faded away... Looks like they still remain.

V whips her around to angrily glare at Uzi, who's enjoying the moment of the couple finally being a couple, and that V got what she needed the most.

She takes a deep breath, and gets off of N. "You win this time..." She said, sternly.

"You got what you needed most, can't you just say thanks??" Uzi threw her arms up, offended by V's ungratefulness.

"... As a thank you for forcing me to give a kiss to my ex i might as well return the favour~" Uzi immediately regretted her choices and began to try to run away... But she can't. There's V's tail coiled around her waist. Fuck.

"V NO OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY HOLY SHIT- MMPH!!" Uzi squeaked, and it's muffled from V's lips colliding with her own. She didn't win at all, definetly /sarcasm.

Gross. Annoyed expression.

Once V pulled back, slowly, and smirked at Uzi's reaction. Her visor is overrun with purple blush, overlapping her eyes.

"i definetly didn't like that-" V quickly interrupts her. "Oh yes you did~" and finishes that sentence by licking her lips... "meep!"

"V don't be mean now-"

"I'm not, i'm just giving Uzi a thank you gift~!"

"That's my girlfriend you're kissing? Hellooo??" He said with his hands on his hips. Looks like Uzi's sass rubbed off on N.

"Wanna double team her, then~?" Uzi whined at that, gaining the attention of the two dissassembly drones. They look like cats when you go pspspspsps.

EW! Disgusted expression!

"... We'll do that later~, for now... How about we cuddle? We've had... A harsh day, y'know?" V made an actually nice suggestion. It feels like the first time she does this... Maybe they do need a cuddle session.

Uzi thinks about it... After their most intense interaction and all, it sounds good right about now...

"Sure! I love doing anything that makes my girls happy!" N didn't think about it at all, all cuddles are accepted in his case... "You know what? Why not, let's give it a go..." And Uzi accepted, seeing as N was happy about it... Besides she really needs to chill out too.

N pulls his girls in so that they're resting against him his tail intertwining with V's and his head resting on Uzi's messy wave of purple. He sighs in relief. "Thanks for getting along, you two..."

"Hey Uzi..?" V has one last thing to say...

"mm..?"

"Thank you..."

...

...

Uzi sniffs once and hugs the two of them... Especially V, the most hurt of the group...

And suddenly, V has everything all over again, and she'll make sure that this time... Nothing will take them away. Never again.

[end.]

[beef-brisket]

Adam mumbled: Nothing too serious- asshole.

Smirking, Lucifer moved into his sandwich: You womf getsh out off thath.

Adam sighed and glared at Lucifer: What?

Lucifer swallowed and put his sandwich back down on his plate: Mm, good food. I said, "You won't be able to get out of that." Alastor tied you up. And whe. Al toes you up, you ain't getting out of if without his help. Or my knife~. And you're getting neither. So, don't bother.

Adam growled: Fuck. You.

Lucifer: Hm. No thanks. I have standards.

Adam cursed himself for feeling his heart sting at the insult. He doesn't give a shit what this guy thinks of him.

Lucifer laughed: Oh, don't look so hurt! It's not me, it's you~.

Adam: J-Just piss off and eat your food...

Lucifer watched as Adam leaned back against the wall, turning his head away from him again. With the amount of bark this guy has, he doesn't take insults well. But Lucifer doesn't expect much from a prince, their usually assholes that can't take the heat of the kitchen.

Adam didn't look up when he heard movement, and Lucifer sat next to him. He tried his best to hide his face, and the wetness in his eyes.

Lucifer picked up a grape: Here. You should eat something.

Adam: ...No thanks.

Lucifer: Come on, kid-.

Adam: I don't want your floor grapes, I'm fine. Not even hungry...

Lucifer: ...it's not a floor grape. And just... eat. Please.

Prince Adam and Thief Lucifer

Lucifer, Alastor, and Vox ((RadioStatic yay! Lol))

Lucifer is a King of a dying Kingdom that is going to Hell (hahaha) and in order to survive and help his people him and the others steal as much as they can from neighboring kingdoms.

Adam is the heir to the throne in the Kingdom of Eden, his younger sister Emily won't be ready for it for a few more years yet.

Alastor gets the idea to kidnap one of them when he sees both Adam and Emily just out walking.

Fearing for his sister's safety, Adam volunteers to go with them willingly if they leave her.

So for safe keeping until they get the ransom money (you know the tower from tangled?) they take him to a tower that only they know about.

I love Prince Adam! Also, Lucifer, the hell are you doing hanging out with ruffians?

-

Vox searching Adam: He's got nothing! You're a Prince, where's your... jewels and gold?

Adam: Jewels? Gold? In this heat? I'd rather be chained up in your bdsm tower than wear gold on a day like today.

Alastor groans: Vox, teach him a lesson. His highness should know better than to speak out of line.

Vox: Teach him a lesson...?

Lucifer: Yeah, man. Punish him!

Adam: Yeah, punish me~.

[aingeal98]

My controversial opinion is I think it's good Steph never had to apologise for War Games and I think she deserves to slap Bruce and tell Tim to fuck off whenever she feels like it.

[izzy-b-hands]

You ever have a day where you feel like you're doing everything wrong, even when you're like. just doing things you normally do. And are alone, so like the only person i could in theory upset/piss off/etc right now is me myself, and Yet the feeling persists

Yeaaaaah. That's today's vibe for me apparently lmao

[jettoooooo]

i'm so fucking stressed out