#ANYWAY NO I BEEN LAUGHING DISCLAIMER IM FINE

[todayisafridaynight]

first its ‘you cant draw aoki as a twink’ and then its ‘mine jojo eyebrows moment’ if we keep this going my hands going to be forced to go full jojo

[toytulini]

lightly defending Toshiro while also fully understanding Laois frustrations. as a bitch who let teachers call me the wrong name all through high school cos it was kinda funny

[ktaerssoi]

blabber mouth

summary: the multiple times you were caught having an interaction a little more than friendly with paige.

paige bueckers x fem!reader

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notes: not proof read sorryyyy. also sorry for disappearing for the past three days i was preoccupied. anyway i actually like this i hope im not wrong. i keep watching this one caitlin clark edit someone save me she is so fine. - kate

1.

you had been known to the fans of UConn women's basketball, usually hanging out with the girls. you had met them through azzi, the both of you majoring in communications, and eventually, you had been indoctrinated into the team. you had grown close to many of the girls, befriending everyone. and maybe even going on a few dates with a special girl you had the privilege of meeting.

that being said, it wasn't common for you to be seen in tiktoks or lives. that's why fans went borderline insane when they saw you leaning your head on paige's shoulder in the background of one of ice's lives.

rumors of you being in a relationship were swarming the internet, fans trying to find even more "proof" of you together. they had been right, you were dating, but no one else needed to know that.

that's why you posted a video on paige's tiktok making a disclaimer that you guys were "just friends." however, the fans had gotten a taste of you two together, and weren't about to stop the edits or comments.

2. 

being a secret girlfriend to UConn's star player wasn't easy, you needed to go to all of the games to make paige happy, but you also couldn't be too public about your relationship.

you had thought you were doing a pretty good job, you sat directly across from the home bench and cheered when acceptable. you had been recognized more and more often now as you had officially posted with the team and were with them almost all the time.

your phone was blowing up with follow requests and tagging notifications, and your newfound fans wanting to get to know you outside of the girls. checking through notifications one day, you saw you had been tagged an abundant amount of times on one post.

clicking on the video, it starts to play a lovey-dovey edit audio as you watch clips of you a paige at the games. her pointing to you in the stands, you cheering as she shoots a three, and her hugging you after a game were all clips included in the edit. 

needless to say, that was not the last of those edits.

3. 

you and paige had been going on date nights frequently throughout your almost year-long relationship. along the way you guys had gained a bit of a following on social media, being spotted almost everywhere it was difficult to just be a couple in public.

you and paige had finally had a good amount of time where the both of you were open and could do anything, deciding you would go to a nice little restaurant near by your shared apartment.

you had been laughing about some funny story paige had been telling about her day when a fan came up to your table. "wait, oh my gosh, no way, ohmygosh, you're paige bueckers! and you're her girlfriend!" you had gotten flustered at the correct assumption, not wanting to deny it but knowing you would have to denounce it to protect paige's future.

"oh um," you were cut off by paige grabbing your hand, giving you a look before turning to the girl. "that's me, do you want a picture? i have some time."

you smile as you watch her pose for the photo, what you hadn't realized was that you were visible in the background admiring her like she was the sun.

the fans had a field day with that single photo.

[sturniolos-blog]

could u do smth like before they had kids (like their early marriage years) they got into a rlly bad fight cuz they both think that marriage is much amd isn’t for them (they even think to devorce) so they don’t talk a day or two but after that they’re somehow finding a way to make up (but like can you like rlly rlly angst i want to read blood sweat tears ahahahahha anyway i looove your stories they are the best!!!)

Do you still want me? - Matt Sturniolo x Y/n oneshot

warnings - angst, arguing, swearing, sad but happy ending, mentions of a bad drinking habit, violence, Y/n going crazy

disclaimer: 3rd person POV, also i added Matt having a drinking problem to spice it up some more.

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9:20pm

“I don’t fucking know, Matt!” Y/n yells as her and her husband stand in the living room arguing with each other.

“You don’t know what, y/n? Huh!? You don’t know what!?” Matt yells back, his face red with anger.

“I don’t know if i can do this anymore!” Y/n tears up, taking a second to take a breath.

Matt lets out a huff, “God, what are you talking about, Y/n?!” He throws his hands up before he rubs his beard.

Y/n takes in a shaky breath, “T-the coming home late, the going out for hours at a time, the not telling me where you are and then calling me because you need a ride home. A-and it’s not even that you’re calling me that’s the problem it’s the being so drunk where you can barely walk that’s the problem, Matthew. When i met you, you were sober- a-and now i can barely find a time when you are sober, s-so am i the problem?” Y/n asks, her voice cracking.

Matt shakes his head, “No, of course not. I-i just- a lot has been going on with work. A-and the drinking..” Matt trails off, swallowing harshly. Matt picks at his nails as he shrugs, “I don’t know.. it’s not you though, baby. It’s not you.” He said, almost in a whisper.

Y/n nods. “I don’t know what to do anymore, all we do is argue now.” Y/n points out.

Matt scoffs, “All married couples arg-”

“Not like this!” Y/n yells, cutting him off. “Not like this, okay? So we need to fucking figure it out because I want you to be the man i raise children with but if you can’t handle being a husband then how in the hell would you handle being a father?” Y/n says, a tear running down her cheek as she sniffles.

Inside, Matt’s heart breaks, he feels it break, he feels it break at her words. She was right, and he knew that. Outside, he didn’t blink an eye, he looked at her, “Maybe I won’t. Maybe I won’t handle it, maybe i won’t handle anything anymore! I’m done, Y/n.” Matt says, his voice cracking slightly.

Y/n let’s out a soft sob, “Y-you don’t mean that, Matt. Look, please I just- i just want us to work through this like always-”

“No, Y/n. You’re right. I drink, i work, im not perfect enough for you.” Matt says, his face was serious, which confused Y/n.

“D-don’t blame this on me!” She yelled, motioning to herself, “I- i love you and I always have a-and i wouldn’t give up this easily but you clearly don’t care anymore. I-i mean do you-” Y/n pauses to take a breath, “D-do you still want me?” She stutters out, hot tears still streaming down her face.

Matt doesn’t say anything, looking down.

Y/n let’s out a heart broken sob, “I-i thought you loved me!” She cried, her hand going to clench her shirt, right where her heart was.

“I do..” Matt whispered, scratching his head and looking away.

Y/n shook her head, “You don’t a-and that’s fine n-now. I just- i thought i married the love of my life and the sweetest guy i’ve ever met but clearly that person isn’t here anymore.” Y/n sobbed.

Matt didn’t say anything once again, he sniffled, not making eye contact with her.

“Look me in the eyes, and tell me you want a divorce, and we’ll do it. As soon as possible.” Y/n says, taking a step closer to Matt.

Matt locked eyes with her for a second, “I want..” He stopped, “I want a-” He stopped again, choking on his own words, the words he knew he didn’t wanna say, but Matt was that stubborn.

Y/n let out a laugh, taking a step back, “You can’t. You can’t say i-”

“I want a divorce.” Matt said, making Y/n’s amused face drop.

Y/n scoffed, but nodded. She felt anger building up in her body, “Fine! You know what!? F-fuck this then!” Y/n looked around the living room, Matt watching with a confused look.

Y/n suddenly walked over to the coffee table, picking up the picture frame Matt and Y/n had taken on the beach right after they got engaged.

Matt’s eyes glanced from Y/n’s hand with the picture frame to her enraged face. “Wait, what are you-”

smash!

Y/n had threw the once glass picture frame on the floor, making it break and making chips of glass scatter.

“What the fuck?!” Matt yells out, taking a step towards Y/n.

Y/n let out a sob as she sniffled, looking down at the picture frame before her eyes lock on another frame on the wall, their first year anniversary of dating.

“Y/n, don’t.” Matt warned her, putting his hand out but that didn’t stop her, making her walk over and take it off the wall.

“You don’t want me anymore, Matt?” She scoffed.

“Baby, please-”

Smash!

Y/n let out another cry as her break down continued. Through their whole relationship, even before then Matt had thought he’d seen the absolute worst of her, but no, this was worse.

“Y/n, I do love you, please, stop.” Matt said, he was shocked, but he meant what he said.

Y/n looked at him and shook her head, her slowly making her way towards one in particular heart-shaped frame.

It was their wedding photo, the day they made their vows to each other. The day Y/n and Matt promised each other, to love each other through the good, and the bad.

“Y/n. Don’t fucking do it.” Matt said, almost wanting to grab her and pull her back.

Y/n cried as she took the frame off the wall, she stared down at it as seconds went by.

Matt waited, and waited, and waited some more for another sound of glass breaking.

But he didn’t.

No, all he heard was Y/n’s sobs and sniffles as she stared down at the photo, some tears making its way on the glass and running down to the point of the heart.

“Y-you said you loved me!” Y/n sobbed, slowly falling too her knees.

Matt ran over to her, taking her into his arms and holding her, taking the frame from her hands and placing it on the floor before she put her head in his chest.

“I’m s-so sorry, Matt. P-please don’t leave me, i can’t do it alone!” Y/n’s sobbed racked her whole body against Matt’s.

Matt had tears running down his own cheeks as his wife fell apart in his arms, “I-i don’t wanna l-leave you, Y/n. I’m not, i won’t.” He promised, holding her tightly.

Y/n’s sobs continued, her hands grasping onto Matt’s sweatshirt as her tears sank into the front of it, Matt feeling it on his chest.

Matt held her, his fingers slowly stroking her hair, this small gesture always calmed her down, the way it felt against her scalp, or how small and supposedly meaningless it is.

It always meant something to Y/n. Always.

As Matt’s fingers brushed through her hair, Y/n’s sobs slowly slowed down, and she slowly fell asleep.

Matt noticed this when she didn’t hear the racks of her sobs or the sniffles in between. He noticed this when her fingers that once had a grasp on his sweatshirt let go. And he also noticed this when he felt the tears stop.

He kissed her head, not knowing what to do as he looked around, looking at the glass that was shattered, the frames Y/n smashed.

He slowly lifted Y/n, picking his wife up and walking upstairs, walking into their shared bedroom, placing her small body on her side of the bed.

Placing a kiss on her forehead, and covering her with the quilt.

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9:34am

Y/n let’s out a soft sigh as she stretches, slowly waking up, feeling a comfortable mattress beneath her.

She rubs her eyes a sits up, not remembering how she got here as she looked around her and Matt’s room, taking note Matt wasn’t laying next to her.

A wave of remembrance came from last night, her heart panging as she remembered what Matt said to her, and what she did in response.

“Shit..” Y/n groaned, getting out of bed and slowly walking out of their room.

She then braces herself and walks downstairs, expecting to see the glass on the floor, and also not expecting to see Matt.

But wasn’t she surprised.

She made it to the bottom step and looked at the clean floor, no broken picture frames.

In fact, the picture frames were on the wall, just like they were before.

Was everything just a dream? God she hoped so.

Her thoughts got interrupted when Matt walks in the living room from the kitchen, smiling at Y/n.

“How do you feel, baby?” He asked her softly.

Y/n looked at him, pointing to the frames in the wall, “Did I-” She paused, not wanting to make herself sound crazy. “Did I uh- break those?” She asked, a confused look on her face as she did so.

“Yeah, you did. You remember last night, right?” Matt said, also a confused look coming on his face.

Y/n swallowed and nodded, “Yeah, i do, i just kinda thought it was all a dream.” She shrugged.

Matt shook his head, coming over and placing his hands on Y/n’s waist.

“It wasn’t a dream, no.” He said, his voice low but soft.

Y/n sighed, crossing her arms as Matt’s hands move to rub up and down them. “D-do you want to get a divorce?” Y/n asked cautiously.

Matt looks down for a second, “Of course not, and im sorry that i told you that. I just- i don’t know..” Matt shrugs. “But i do know…” He smiles, leaning closer to me, “I can’t live without you.”

Y/n nods, “Okay, so what next?”

Matt sighs, “I’ll stop drinking, i will not work so much, and i’ll work for this marriage. A-and when i get you pregnant in a couple years, i’ll be there for you and the baby, or babies..” Matt laughs.

Y/n groans, leaning forward. “God, i love you, Chris and Nick so much but i do not think I can do triplets.”

Matt leans down, kissing her softly. “You can do anything.”

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sorry i like starved you guys, i write like one or two words and then stop love you guys and thanks for the support

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[the-record]

YOU’RE GONNA GO FAR

SUMMARY: you’d wait up for the rest of your life for nelly.

PAIRING: nell jackson x readership

WARNINGS: honestly a homoerotic friendship bc duh!!! death and grief

A/N: disclaimer that i have no idea if these times and dates r accurate but used my best context clues!!! anyways i actually like this one a lot :))

‘YOU’RE THE GREATEST THING WE’VE LOST’

tottenham, 1698

you didn’t understand. she was leaving? with some man, captain jackson, none of you knew.

“but why?” you ask, feeling out of breath. “what about george and roxy?” your eyes fill with tears as you pace in-front of nelly. “what about me?” 

she stops you, grabbing your hands and pulling you in-front of her. she’s sitting on your bed, legs spread just enough to be ‘un-ladylike’. “george and roxy have pa, they’ll be fine.” her hands grip yours tighter than they ever have as she stares into your eyes. youre sure she can see your soul, can read your every thought. “and you’ll be fine. some fella will want you, im sure of it.” 

you scoff and shake off her hands. “i don’t want some fella nelly, i want you to be here!” you laugh as you shake your head in disbelief. “don’t know why i try, you wont listen anyways.” the sun sets slowly outside your window and you watch as it gets darker. “think you should be getting home.” nelly sighs like she wants to say more but you shake your head. “not a suggestion, go home.” 

she knows better than to fight you on it, no matter how much she wants to stay here and help you make sense of it. you avoid her gaze as she walks out, not responding to the quiet ‘bye’ she says as she leaves.

it’s been days since nelly talked to you, she was getting nervous you wouldn’t say goodbye when they left tomorrow.

“nelly,” roxy’s got george in her arms as she helps around the pub. “she came round, said to meet you by some tree.” nelly doesn’t need roxy to clarify who ‘she’ is before she sets off.

she finds you sitting the base of the tree, your back against the trunk. hair tucked in a bonnet and laundry dress on, nelly doesn’t think you’ve ever looked more beautiful.

she slows down as she gets closer, taking the time to walk the distance and pray you dont hate her. she doesn’t think she could handle that. you look up when she’s just a few feet away and give her a gentle, friendly smile. nelly is out of breath, but trying, and failing, to hide it. flopping down beside you, she stares while waiting for you to speak.

“i’m sorry.” it’s quiet, and maybe unsure. you don’t look at her when you say it, eyes favoring the field across the path. “wasn’t trying to be mean,” you start. “feel like im gonna be here forever. and i just…” you trail off and pick at the grasses. “just scared of missin’ you.” your heart feels like it’s going to fall out of your chest at the admission. 

but she finds it endearing and sweet. and she finds that a part of her feels the same. “i hope you do,” she teases. “need a reason to come home, don’t i?” you smack her shoulder, but you laugh. nelly saves the sweet sound in the back of her mind. 

“i’m always gonna be waiting up for you, nell.”

true to your word, you wait for six years. 2,361 days of waiting when word finally comes. 

nelly, your nelly, dead. alongside that horrible captain jackson who stole her all those years ago. you blame him. 

a light switches off after that.

roxy becomes bit more reserved, she works more. she dedicates the rest of her free time to her pa and george. they fight over nelly, over the gravestone he wouldn’t buy.

sam was always hardheaded, but even more so now. he pretends her death doesn’t affect him, but in the quiet at night in the privacy of his room, he thinks of her.

george was too young to ever really know nelly, but she feels a sort of loss. she grieves the sister she never got to truly experience. 

you cut off the trotters, suddenly their existence being to strong of a reminder. you dream about her nearly every night.

“m’lady,” nelly snatches your hand and pulls you towards her as you walk through the field. she kneels and you fake gasp. “will you give me your hand in marriage?” her toff impression makes you laugh but you try to hold it in as you nod. a dandelion turned ring is placed on your marriage finger. “connects to your heart y’know.” 

you inspect it carefully, catching it in the low sun. “i suppose that’ll do.” 

you don’t sleep much anymore.

you’re on your way to your shift at the laundry when roxy shows up in-front of you, completely out of breath. she doesn’t say a word, just takes your hand and pulls you with her. you trust the girl not to question it and follow her to the talbot. 

an army man stands talking to sam by the bar but youre only confused for a moment. 

“nelly?” roxy’s voice is breathless, ever so slightly deeper than the last time you talked. more mature. but you don’t have time to worry about that when the army man turns.

and nelly makes sense now. 

she’s here, ginger curls tucked under a hat. freckles still decorating her cheeks. lips cracked and split on one side, but forever the prettiest shade of pink. 

she catches roxy and you think you may fall over yourself. because she’s dead. for a year now. you worry your imagining it all, stuck in a nightmare. but when she calls your name and youre pulled out of a trance, you know she’s real. she’s here. alive.

“you’re dead.” you whisper, not truly meaning to. she’s confused for a moment, looking over to roxy who nods in agreement.

nelly raises her eyebrows. “well that explains the way everyone’s looking at me.” 

your head shakes and you have to take a step back, then forward, before ultimately turning on your heel and leaving. walking as far as your tired legs will take you. over to the graveyard and to her ‘headstone’ roxy and george made her. 

nelly jackson. 1683-1704. 

you didn’t imagine it. youre not sure how long you’ve been there when they girls come up behind you, chatting away. making up for lost time. you still can’t wrap your head around it.

a letter told you all of her passing alongside captain jackson, her husband. you grieved the girl for months. watched as the trotters changed to fit the loss of her soul. 

yet now she walks side by side the girls and stops beside you at the wooden cross. “well.” you stand up and look from her to the cross. “roxy, george, give us a minute. yeah?” the girls walk away, a newfound pep. 

“i don’t get it.” you say as your hand wipes down your face. “you dont write, visit, send any word for six years. you die, and now youre here.” your hands flail as you speak. “seven years, nelly, seven. and now youre back?” 

she’s quiet for a moment, thinking of what to say. “nell.”

you laugh sarcastically, utterly confused. “what?”

“nell.” she says again. “not nelly anymore.”

you could slap her. she deserves it. “are you bloody serious?” and when you laugh again, it’s not the one she saved in a box in her mind. it’s empty. “that’s all you have to say.”

“i was widowed, captain jackson, he was blown up at the battle of blenheim.” nelly, nell, explains. “apparently i was too.” she adds. “didn’t know or i would’ve found someone to write.”

it’s enough for now. enough to satisfy you and break your heart. enough to fill you with guilt. “oh nell.” your arms find their way around her neck, clicking into place like a puzzle piece. her own wrap around your waist and bring you close. you stay like that for a moment, not nearly long enough. “i waited for you.”

nell laughs, a real true laugh that lets your reality set in place. she’s here. truly really here with you. “i knew you would.”

childish as it may be, you slept over at the trotters several times after nell’s return. you had a lot to catch up on after all.

the night’s were quiet, the both of you speaking softly as to not wake anyone.

“my mum’s hounding me to find a husband,” you sigh, playing with a rogue curl by her face. her own hand traces along your side while she listens intently. “i dread the day she finds one for me.”

nell’s quiet for a moment. she takes in the moment. you laying down beside her with your arm reaching towards her face. she’s propped up her head with a hand and is memorizing your features. not new, but now different than they used to be. a part of her wishes to stay here forever. another dreams to explore the world.

“i could make a good husband.” she jokes. but you don’t laugh, don’t even smile. she sees you adopt this far off look and she worries she’s upset you. “hey,” you snap back and nod, a fake smile adorning your face after a moment. “what’s wrong?” she whispers, leaning ever so slightly closer.

but you shake your head and dismiss it. “tired.” nell knows you’re lying, you could stay up all night. but she doesn’t push, she instead nods and blows out the candle. she lays down and let’s you slide closer until your head finds her shoulder and your eyes close. “take me with.”

nell hums, confused. “what’d you mean?”

“next time you leave.” you say softly.

“i’m tired of waiting up.”

‘AND WE’LL ALL BE HERE FOREVER’

[wormdebut]

Drunk Words—Sober Thoughts

Written for @steddiemicrofic BONUS ROUND. Using @wynnyfryd unhinged prompts from her and her weirdo friends. (It’s me and @messessentialist we are the weirdo friends.) Rated T for alcohol use | Word Count 555 | CW: drinking and ANGST apparently. | Prompt “You’re pretty.” “Huh?” “I said you’re pretty! Im hitting on you.”

Disclaimer: this is NOT how the actual conversation went down 😂

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Eddie’s not sure why he agreed to come out in the first place. There are so many people in that damn bar and he loves Robin. He’s glad it’s her birthday, of course he is, but there’s people in there, socializing and Eddie quite frankly prefers sitting in their apartment with Robin and Steve and—

Steve. That’s why he’s fucking out with them and all of Robins friends. For stupid Steve Harrington and he pretty hair and his perfect lips and—

“Eds!” Eddies head snaps to the right, following the call. There he is, turning around the corner, with a wide smile on his face. Steve in all his red cheeked, beer drunk glory.

“Hey Stevie.” Eddie calls.

Steve makes his way up to him. Goofy (cute) smile splayed across his features, “What are you doing out here?”

Eddie takes in another puff of his cigarette and blows the smoke upward, away from Steve’s pretty face. He shakes the cigarette and Steve laughs.

“Ah—got it. Dumb question.” Steve replies, red blush crossing his features.

Eddie tuts, “No dumb questions, baby.” Baby? He’s only had two beers. He’s not near drunk enough to shake that one off. He clears his throat. “I’m people watching. As much as I love Rob, sometimes I just need to—be alone. Take some time to breathe, y’know?”

Steve blinks up at him through those ridiculously long lashes. His cheeks are still red with blush and it’s really doing something for Eddie.

“No, I get it. I was out here just trying to call Tommy—he wanted me to keep him updated and he’s not even answering his stupid phone.” Steve grumbles and Eddie tries, he really tries, not to roll his eyes.

“I’m sure Tommy’s fine, Stevie.” Eddie responds and Steve shakes himself out of whatever pitying moments he had found himself in briefly.

“I’m just gonna try one more time.” Steve smiles and Eddie can’t help but smile back at the man. Even when the smiles aren’t real, anything Steve does is contagious.

Eddie watches as Steve walks back down the sidewalk. “If Tommy won’t call you, I will.” Eddie mutters under his breath. Steve didn’t hear him, he had walked too far away.

It would probably be best if Eddie went back inside. He’d been out here far too long, but he hadn’t seen Steve come back yet. Even though he was trying to call his stupid on again/off again poor excuse for a boyfriend—

“You’re pretty.”

Eddie snapped out of his thoughts seeing Steve on his other side. How had even gotten there?

“Huh?” Eddie asked, that was—

Steve slapped at Eddie’s shoulder, laughing. “C’mon Eds! I said you’re pretty! I’m hitting on you.”

Eddie choked out a laugh. Steves words came out slurred. They weren’t real. He didn’t mean it. He never would.

“Sure, Stevie—did Tommy finally answer?”

Steve looked up at him again. Stupid pretty, glossed over hazel eyes, big and gorgeous as always. “Oh no. It’s fine. I’d rather be with Rob and you anyway.”

Eddie swallowed, trying not to say something fucking stupid. “Why don’t we go back inside and get you some water yeah?” He threw his arm around Steve’s shoulder to keep him steady. This was the closest to Steve Eddie would probably ever get and he had to be okay with that.

[9stxrsan]

hey! can i request namjoon punishing his s/o because he thought she was flirting with yoongi? please and thank you!

I've Seen The Way He Looked At You ||KNJ||

Warnings|| slight arguing, choking (its a kink guys. De'ary likes it.), rough $ex, unprotected, accusations, jealousy ,cursing, dirty talking, edging, crying(satisfaction), begging, moaning, whimpering.

Rating|| 18+

Summary||De’ary and Namjoon have been married for almost two years. In that length of time, Both of them started working the same job along with two of their other friends, Jungkook and Jimin. Working in the office seems to be great and all, but De’ary’s co-worker/ office roomie(Yoongi) gets a little too close to her… And Namjoon isnt very fond of that. 

Authors note/ disclaimer || I am so sorry I've been gone for so long but enjoy.

The smell of chic perfume filled the bedroom, which made namjoon curious. Standing by the bedroom door, he inhaled the scent, sending shivers down his body, and slowly exhaled. 

“Wow,” He smiled, “Where are you going smelling like that?” 

The blonde haired turned around with a bright smile, buttoning her blouse, “What do you mean?” 

Namjoon shrugged, walking towards her wrapping his arms around her waist, “I just trying to say you smell nice.” 

“Well thank you,” She said chuckling, “But shouldn't you be getting ready too? I mean, You wouldn't want  to  be late again, Mr. Mullon will flip out.” 

:””I suppose you’re right,” He groaned, “He might just fire me this time.” 

As he let go, De’ary giggled as her husband playfully whined, putting hair braids up into a bun.

Just as Joon finished getting dressed and was about to walk out the door with De’ary. A sharp knock approached their front door. 

Confused, Namjoon looked at De’ary to see if she had any clue to who was at the door. 

De’ary rolled her eyes and scoffed playfully, “You know Jimin and Jungkook come over everyday to get a ride from us.” 

Namjoon palmed his forehead in realization, “Right.” 

“Im not getting any younger out here hyung.” Jungkook groaned on the other side of the door.

Shaking his head, chuckling Joon unlocked the door letting the guys in, “Hello to you too Jungkook.” 

“It seems like your house changes everytime i step foot in here.” Jimin said looking around, then looking at the blonde haired female, “Hey De.” 

De’ary waved.

“Anyways, are you guys ready to go?”  Joon sighed, “If I’m late one more time, he might kill me.” 

Jimin laughed, “Yeah right, you’re one of his best workers, firing you would be one of his worst mistakes.” 

“One of them?” Jungkook raised his eyebrow.

“Yeah, Firing me or De would be the other ones.” Jimin scoffed. 

“What about me?” Jungkook folded his arms. 

Jimin waved him off, “Let’s just go.” 

Namjoon nodded, grabbing De’Ary’s hand and walked out the front door, with the other two males following. 

As soon as they arrived to the office, De’ary parked the car, looking at her watch, “Shit..” 

“What?” Namjoon said, “What time is it?” 

“It's uh,” She sighed hesitantly, “Its 8:40.” 

All three of the males started groaning, and sighing as if they knew some bullshit was about to happen. 

“I’m pretty sure he won't be too mad at us?” De’Ary tried to look on the bright side of things. 

They all looked at De’ary like she just said the stupidest shit ever, and instead of responding, they just got out of the car. 

“Alright then, Guess my positivity didn't really help.” De’Ary shrugged and hopped out of the car. 

Walking to the doors of the office building, two ladies in very fine business suits greeted them kindly. 

The four greeted them back and walked inside. 

The sounds of employees laughing and conversations  filled the office, and the smell of fresh printer paper was everywhere. 

“Alright now,” Jimin sighed, “I’m gonna head to my office, I’ll see you guys later.” 

Jungkook agreed and followed Jimin to the office they shared. 

As they walked off, a black haired male walked up and touched De’Ary’s on the shoulder. 

De’Ary turned around to see who it was, and smiled, “Hi Yoongi, How are you?” 

Namjoon turned around and his face didn't seem to be very satisfied with who De’Ary was talking to. 

“Hi De,” Yoongi leaned to the side a bit, “Hello Namjoon.” 

“Hey,” Joon responded in a dismissive tone, “I’m gonna go to my office now, ill see you later babe.” 

“Oh okay, Bye I love you.” She said before passionately kissing him goodbye, thinking nothing of his annoyance seeing Yoongi. 

“Mullon, gave us a  lot of shit to do this week.” Yoongi chuckled, handing her papers.

“Are you fucking kidding me!?” De’Ary groaned, and slightly chuckled. 

Namjoon turned around, scoffing, and his face showed every sign of jealousy. 

All throughout the day, Namjoon watched as Yoongi and De’Ary laughed and giggled with one another. And during lunch time when De’Ary finally had some freetime, she sat with her husband to enjoy her meal and talk about their day, “Hi my love,” She said in a cheerful tone. 

Namjoon glanced at her for a bit then continued looking down, eating his food, “Hey babe.” 

De’Ary didn't appreciate this flat tone he had at all, “What’s up with you? You seem very grumpy.” 

Namjoon looked up, giving her a fake smile, “Nothing, I’m fine.” 

“Joon.” De’Ary’s voice got stern. 

He sighed, “You and Yoongi seem to be the best of friends, don't you think?” 

De’Ary’s eyes widened in shock, “I know you’re fucking lying to me,” 

Namjoon eyed her. 

“Do you- do you think me and Yoongi have something going on?” She scoffed.

“I don't like making assumptions, but lately I-” 

“Namjoon, are you fucking kidding me? Why would I even think about cheating on you?” 

“I’m not saying that you are.” He sighed. 

“So what's with this stink ass attitude you're walking around with if that's not what you’re thinking?.” She folded her arms. 

Namjoon got quiet. 

De’Ary rolled her eyes, “I’m gonna need you to fix your shit, and get your thoughts straight.” 

De’ary went back to her office and sat in her chair, rubbing her head in annoyance, how could her own husband think something that cruel of her? Does he not trust her? 

Suddenly a sharp knock approached her office door, looking up De’ary sees a black haired female standing at the door with a warm smile.

“You can come in Sana,” She sighed. 

“Are you okay De? You seem stressed out.” Sana said concerningly. 

“Yeah, me and Joon just got into a slight disagreement.” she said brushing the situation off. 

“Bummer..” Sana sighed, “Uhm well, I’m having a little gathering tonight, if you wanna come?” 

“Sure, I’m not busy. Who else is coming?” 

“Me, Julia, Yuri, and Soo-ah.” 

“Oh cool, I’ll be there.” She smiled, “I’m looking forward to our girls night out.” 

“Technically it's a girls night in.” Sana laughed, “Alright I’ll see you later.” 

De’Ary waved. 

Later on, when De’Ary and Joon got home, she went straight to her room and showered. 

Joon on the other hand went into the living room and sat in the reading chair, watching the television. 

As soon as she got out, She went into her closet picking out comfortable, but sexy clothes to go to the gathering Sana had invited her to. As she put the clothes on and sprayed her perfume, she looked in the mirror, making sure she looked presentable to step foot outside of her house. 

When she finished, she put her earrings on, and shoes, and headed towards the door. 

Joon noticed her and got up and walked towards her, “Where.. Are you going?” He said softly, with slight guilt, still hoping the conversation they had earlier didn't affect her. 

“Girls night out my coworker invited me to.” She said in a flat tone, still upset about earlier, “You know, Sana.” 

“Oh. Okay.” Namjoon said, “I'll see you later then,” he kissed her goodbye. 

She kissed him back, and walked out the door. 

When she got in the car, she drove to Sana’s house and knocked on the door. 

Of course, Sana welcomed her with open arms like always, “De! I'm so glad you could make it” 

“I told you I would come,” De’ Ary smiled. 

Sana let her in and she greeted everyone else. She saw a bunch of food and alcohol on the table, “Woah.. What kind of gathering is this?” 

“It’s a… ‘Let's have some fun and forget about our hardships in life’ type of gathering.” Sana shrugged. 

De’Ary giggled, “Alright then, lets get this fucking party started.” 

After many drinks, Sana hummed in realization, “Ah… I forgot to mention, Yoongi is coming over.” 

“Yoongi?..” De’ary stuttered, “Why would he want to be here with all girls.” 

“He doesn't know it's all girls,” She whispered secretively, “Plus, I’ve been needing a reason to get him to come over.”

De’ary gasped dramatically, “You- like, Min Yoongi, don’t you!”

“Shhh! No one knows that but you now, don’t ruin my shot please.” De’Ary  put her finger over her mouth and nodded. 

A knock approached the door, Clearly it was Yoongi. 

De’Ary got up to open the door, tripping over her own feet. Swinging the door open, she greeted Yoongi, “Hey buddy.” 

Yoongi shook his head in disbelief, “I’m guessing you’re drunk too? You sound worse than Sana over the phone.” 

De’Ary shook her head aggressively, “I’m only a little tipsy,” 

Yoongi giggled a bit, “Sure you are,” he patted her on the head. 

Sitting in the living room, intoxicated, all of them laughed and giggled. 

De’ary began to roll off the couch and sit next to Julia, letting out a loud groan, “Y’know, I’m so glad I came here tonight. I really needed space to clear my head. Me and Joon had got into this.. Altercation.” 

Sana patted De’Ary on her back, “No worries girl. You’re welcome to come over anytime for more gatherings.” 

De’Ary felt a buzz in her pocket, it was her phone. She removed it from her pocket and looked to see who was Facetiming her, it was her husband of course. 

“Hello,” She said in a bubbly tone. 

“Do you know what time it is?” Namjoon said skipping over her greeting. 

“Uhm,” She exaggerated, “It’s about, four in the morning.” 

“Right, and do you not remember that you have to be at work at seven tomorrow?” 

“Aw shit, I completely forgot,” She stuttered, “Oh well, maybe next time.” 

“De, why do you sound like that?” Namjoon said in a firm voice. 

“Well, the gathering Sana invited me to has drinks, and I took advantage of that opportunity.” She sighed. 

“Nevermind that babe, I’m on my way to get you,” He sighed, “Because you’re not driving home in this condition-” 

Namjoon suddenly stopped his sentence when he saw the black haired male sitting just on the opposite side of her, confused as to why he would be there. Instead of saying something he hung up the phone. 

De’Ary was shocked, Namjoon has never hung up the phone in her face before, no matter what she did. She ignored it and decided to just wait for her husband to come get her. 

About fourty minutes later, a small knock approached the door, which Soo-ah got up to open, “De, Joon is here to get you.” She slurred. 

De’Ary was completely wasted and couldnt even get up off of the floor, Namjoon walked over to her and attempted to pick her up. Suddenly Yoongi came out of the kitchen, Namjoon spotted him and slightly mugged at him. 

“De, get up,” He said firmly, “Its time to go home.” 

“I dont wanna, I wanna stay,” She whined, “I havent even finished my drink.” 

“No, you’ve had enough to drink, come on.” He sighed. 

“Do you need help?” Yoongi offered. 

Namjoon looked at him and scoffed, “No, I think I got it.” 

Yoongi felt the coldness in his voice and backed away, “Right..”

Namjoon finally was able to pick De’Ary up and put her on his back, “Alright time to head home,” De’Ary groaned, “My head hurts.” 

Namjoon rolled his eyes and walked out the door.

When they got home, Namjoon placed his wife on the bed, taking her shoes off, and her dress, placing a oversized shirt over her head, then handing her a water bottle and a ibuprofen, “Take it and lay down,” 

De’Ary looked at him, spaced out for a moment. 

“De,” he waved his hand, “Take it, it will help your head feel better, and your hangover won’t be so bad in the morning.” 

De’Ary took the water bottle out of his hand, and smiled, “I love you.” 

“I love you too,” He said placing the pill in her mouth, “Now swallow,” 

She giggled, “I heard that before.” 

Namjoon shook his head and laughed, “You are something else,” He laid her back onto her pillow and watched as she fell asleep.

The next morning, De’Ary woke up, confused as to how she got home, when she changed her clothes, and why she felt like her head was about to explode. She got out of the bed and walked down the hallway, when suddenly a whiff of breakfast food filled her nostrils. She rushed to the kitchen to see what smelled so delicious, and to see who the hell was cooking it. Heaven knows it wasnt Namjoon. 

As soon as she stepped foot into the kitchen, she seen her husband shirtless, taking food out of bags, walking behind him and wrapping her arms around his waist, she buried her fave into his back.

“Goodmorning,” He said turning his head a bit, “How did you sleep?” 

“My head is killing me,” She sighed. 

“I bet,” He placed the bag down and turned around to face her, “How was the little gathering last night?” 

De’Ary shrugged, “The hell if I remember, the girls probably don’t either,” 

“You know who might,” He said firmly, “Yoongi.” 

De’Ary tilted her head, and frowned, “What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“I mean, he was there wasn’t he?” Joon scoffed, “He didn’t seem to be as drunk as the rest of you.” 

De’Ary stayed silent. 

“Two questions for you, when did he become a girl?” He folded his arms, “And when the fuck where you going to tell me he was going to be there” 

“First off, I had no clue Yoongi was going to be there, Sana invited him last minute.” De’Ary defended. 

“Yeah right,” Joon scoffed silently. “What the hell do you have against him? What the fuck has he done to you?” De’Ary argued. 

“Come on De,” He rolled his eyes, “You cant be that clueless.” 

“What the fuck are you going on about?” 

“I’ve seen the way he stares at you De, and trust me I don’t blame him,” He argued, “I don’t want him around you,” 

“Do you not trust me?” She yelled. 

“It’s not you I don’t trust De’Ary, it’s him.” 

“I’m not dealing with your bullshit today,” She scoffed, walking away from him and going into her room to get ready for work. 

When she arrived, she put her stuff on the desk, and sat down. She got straight to work and did not allow any distractions to come her way. 

“Morning buddy’” Yoongi laughed. 

“Hey,” She sighed. 

“Did your hangover from those drinks yesterday stress you out?” Yoongi said concerned. 

“No, it’s my husband.” She scoffed, "It's very complicated right now."

"Yeah..." Yoongi said coming to sit on her desk, "It can get like that sometimes, but you'll get through it."

They changed the subject and continued to laugh, and yoongi told De'Ary to come closer, De'Ary did and he whispered, "Can you do me a favor and help me get with Sana, I really like her."

While Yoongi was whispering, Namjoon walked past De'Ary's office too see if she was okay, and from what he seen, Yoongi was kissing De'Ary.

Namjoon furiously went back to his office, packed up and went home.

Later on in the day, De'Ary came home and placed her stuff by the door and noticed how all of the lights were off, she headed to the bedroom and seen that her husband was sitting on the bed, waiting for her.

"Hi baby," She said flatly, "Whats up?"

"You tell me," He said getting up, "What's up De?"

"Uhm nothing I guess," She raised her eyebrow, "How was work? You left early."

"I wanted to ask you the same thing," He smiled sarcastically, "How was work?"

"Cool," She shrugged.

"What did you eat today?" He said untying his tie.

"I ate some chicken alfredo," She nodded, "It was very good."

"Hm," He hummed, unbuckling his pants, "Was it as good as Yoongi's lips?"

"What?" De'Ary shouted.

"You heard me," He got up and walked towards his wife, "I seen you two today,"

"Namjoon I don't know what-" He grabbed her by the neck softly and placed a finger over her mouth, silencing her.

"What is it about him that you like De," He said rubbing down her body slowly, "Clearly he's got something I don't have."

"Joon what the fuck.." She said slightly moaning.

"Tell me love, what is it?" He said placing his hand between her legs, gently moving his hand around.

"What are you talking about?" She gasped.

"It's completely fine De'Ary," He laughed taking his shirt off, "You refuse to answer the question, so ill answer it for you."

He crashed his lips onto hers, and started taking her clothes off, piece by piece. Gripping her breasts, and rubbing her clit through her underwear. Causing De'Ary to moan and drip through them.

"Joon I-" She stuttered.

"Quiet," He gripped her waist with one hand, and continued to rub her clit, "I'll be damned if I allow any man to put his lips on my wife,"

De'Ary finally came to realization, "Joon, I never kissed Yoongi!"

"What did I just say?" He tilted his head, with a sinister smirk his face, jamming his fingers into De'Ary, causing her to scream.

"Baby, Listen to me," She moaned, gripping the cover.

Joon ignored her, and he pulled his pants down, standing up beside the bed, "Lay on your back."

De'Ary obeyed, as much as she wanted to argue back, she knew she would never get the last word.

Joon proceeded to pull his boxers down, exposing his length, placing it in De'Ary's mouth.

He hitched his breath, and let out a satisfactory groan, De'Ary laid still as he, placed his hands by her throat and thrusted into her mouth.

"Now tell me love," He grunted, "Does his lips taste as good as my cock does?"

Not even allowing De'Ary to reply, he continued to thrust into her mouth.

Choking, De'Ary's eyes rolled to the back of her head, and Namjoon finally pulled out, leaving De'Ary gasping for air.

"Get up, I'm not done with you yet," Joon said flipping her over on her stomach, lifting her ass up in the air.

Spitting on two of his fingers and rubbing it around her entrance, De'Ary moaned, As soon as Joon got his satisfaction, he shoved his fingers back inside of her, without mercy.

"Fuck Joon," She cried out, "Please,"

"Can he do this De?" He laughed jamming his fingers into her, with more and more force everytime, "Can he make you feel this good." "Nu- No," She mumbled.

"Project your fucking voice De'Ary." He said as he continued to hit her G-spot.

"No!" She shouted, "No one can!"

Joon smiled, as he pulled his fingers and watched as his wife lost full control over her body, spitting on his fingers again but this time lubricating his cock.

He put De'Ary back in position, and started playing with her entrance again, "I don't even know if you deserve this satisfaction."

"Please baby," She whimpered, "Don't do that to me.."

"You don't get to tell me what to do after what you did today De," He said, continuing to tease her.

"But I didn't do it! I swear-" Before she could even finish he thrusted into her.

"Yeah right," He groaned, thrusting harder and harder, "I told you to stay away from him, didn't I?"

"Yes," She moaned.

"And you did you listen to me?"

"No." She cried out, "No I didn't."

"You're so hard-headed," He said gripping her ass, and roughly fucking her, leaving her with tears of satisfaction rolling down her face, "Fucking you clearly isn't a punishment that makes me feel better."

"I'm gonna cum," She whined.

"Ah," He snickered, "I know an even better punishment," He pulled out and flipped her back over.

"Stop, what are you-" She stuttered, "I was close,"

"I know, but you're not cumming until I say its okay to." He smirked.

"Don't do that," She shouted, "Please,"

"You're not the one in control here De," He said as he stuck his tongue her clit, roughly flicking it back and fourth.

"Baby, I can't take it.." She whimpered.

"I don't want to hear it," He snarled, "Maybe now you will think about your actions next time love,"

De'Ary's legs began to shake, Namjoon grabbed both and held them still, continuing to suck her clit, "Don't you dare cum."

De'Ary began to place her hand on his head, moaning uncontrollably, slurring her words.

"So I'll ask you one more time, "What does Yoongi have that I don't?"

"Nothing! Nothing baby!" She cried, reaching her breaking point.

"Uh-huh," he hummed, sticking his finger back inside of her fingering her again, "Who's pussy is this De?"

"Yours babe," She cried, "All yours.."

"You wanna cum don't you?" He laughed, pounding his fingers inside of her.

De'Ary nodded frantically.

"Tell me how bad you want it baby," He tilted his head lustfully.

"I wanna cum so bad," She cried, "Let me cum baby, please."

"Yeah?" He mocked her cries.

"Yes baby," She start shaking again.

"You're gonna listen from now on?" He smiled.

"Yes baby whatever you want," She moaned.

"If I let you cum, promise me you'll stay away from Yoongi." He said speeding up his movement, feeling De'Ary's walls slowly cave in.

"I promise baby, please just let me cum!" She yelled.

Joon laughed, "Then cum for me baby." He said as De'Ary start shaking, letting herself go all over him, "Good girl." He whispered, running his hands through her braids, kissing her on her forehead.

[mihai-florescu]

Do you agree with me that we should get rid of "death of the author" and that we should introduce "death of the audience" instead?

"Oooh but how will other people interpret this-" I don't know! I don't care! I wanna know what goes on inside the brain of the person who actually put their time and effort and soul into this. Not five million other people who Did Not Create the Thing.

(Sorry if this is weird but you feel like the most qualified person i know to have an opinion on this)

Disclaimer, im big on believing 2 things coexist at the same time about everything. My mood swings put me in black and white thinking often, but when i can think clearly from both perspectives im still a contrarian and have counter points for my counter points. Im gonna word vomit an answer, im not good at ordering my thoughts but i hope its fine still.

Oh brother i used to go on rants about this (authorial intent, media consumption, fandom culture etc) all of last semester and it's what ultimately led to me giving up on my degree and serious art altogether... i'll attach a few i found in my archive i think are relevant if youre curious beep meep meow. I was writing these posts at the same time as my thesis paper which was more hopeful and aiming to reframe what we consider escapism, but in the end by the finale (last assessment) the hatred won in my heart and i couldnt make a visual project with an audience in mind. I made something, but it was more like a rant with visuals and absolutely failed the "whats the future of this project?" question. Must it have a future for an audience? Its job was to be a confession and a respite, for my own expression. I dont want an audience, im too much of a misanthropic hater and possessive mother to let others see or interpret my ideas. I know it's selfish and counterproductive but i cant help it. You sending this ask made me laugh since it was so relevant to my struggles this year. Id love to break out of this cycle and mindset but i always go back here to these beliefs.

Anyway... i do think the sensible truth is somewhere in the middle. Reader's interpretation is essential for works to gain life in the world and to outlive their authors, and i revere stories for the ability to touch people's hearts and make them learn things about themselves as well as other's way of thinking (reading is a process of interpretation and contemplation afterall isnt it? Well, active reading at least. Citation to my written thesis). But im not a fan of fandom lens interpretations that so often flatten stories.

I think for our shared stories of interest authorial intent is particularly fun to think about. Commercial works made to sell gacha games but which do have heart and profound messages theyre trying to convey. But also made with an audience in mind. I havent been able to formulate any particularly riveting conclusions, but i would love to know if anyone has focused on such topics. Everything deserves analysis and attempts at understanding... and i find authorial intent an invaluable insight that can never be cast aside. Works gain lives of their own after theyre set free into the world, but they dont spawn fully formed from thin air ready for "consumption"...

Uuu im trying to decide if i should link to you a story about storytelling i wrote and illustrated in a day, and a video about humanity and the power of imagination as salvation and damnation... if i say "i'll share them, but only if you erase from your mind that i wrote them" it'd be hypocritical after everything i just spilled out. But too much knowledge about the author is scary too... not for the audience as much as the author himself. It's the audience who has the final laugh of judgement and interpretation... but it's scary to let others into your mind, to see things you spent time and energy on? I wish i could channel my death of the audience defiance into proudly sharing works without caring who sees them rather than deciding nothing is worth making anymore since im so mistrustful. Alas! Maybe one day i'll stop being a self absorbed, self sabotaging prey animal

[dakiddowndastreet]

HERE WE GO AGAIN

LEMON & TANGERINE x Reeder

Platonic

First ever Fanfic, please show mercy on me. Any tips for writing fanfics will be greatly appreciated. There is no smut in this fic for clarification and maybe (probably) in the future I will make smut but for now let’s stay with the basics.

Assassins/Code name = C/N

DISCLAIMER I AM DYSLEXIC

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Panic rushed through your veins, as manic hands ran through your own hair. Did you miss something… NO! NO no n…o… You don’t think you did. I mean this job was so simple there’s nothing you could have possibly messed up. It was impossible.

You where basically coughing up you own blood because of that blond prick with a stupid fucking bucket hat. I mean dear god if you weren’t about to pass out then so save us all on this train you will fucking do now.

“C/N?”

You slowly look over to see who said you code name.

“Lemon?” You said in a bit of a slushy manner.

As the taller assassin walks over to you, you thought it would be a great time to watch the inside of your eye lids. Your head hit the ground, hard … very hard. You didn’t feel it though, it happened just as fast as you waking up in another cart, from the previous one you where in.

“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN YOU KNOW HER LEMON!” You could hear a strong English accent yell as your eyes started to flutter open. “I HATE TO FUCKING BREAK IT TO YA MATE BUT I KNOW EVERYONE YOU KNOW AND I DONT KNOW WHO THE FUCK THIS WOMAN IS!”

The loud screaming was fining you more of a head ache then you already had.

“Tangerine bruve I’m gonna need you to chill the fuck out” I recognize that voice, I could recognize that voice anywhere. “CHILL OUT , CHILL OUT , DONT YOU FUCKING TELL ME TO CHILL OUT!” The man took a deep breath to steady himself , as he grites his teeth you heard him say “You just brought some random girl NON of us have ever seen before into the cart like it was nothing and you expect me to HELP HER. I don’t even know who she is AND DO NOT tell me you know he OD I know you don”

“Lemon?” You said out loud. Only focused on the man you where referring to. The taller white mans head spun into your direction so fast , you definitely could feel that whiplash, …Yikes.

“Heeeeeyyy mate you alright love? Looks like a nasty black eyed you got there C/N” lemon said stepping closer to where you sat in the dining cart of the bullet train. “ You don’t need to tell me that Lem” You slowly and steadily got up and looked at lemon in the eyes. “It’s been a wile old friend” you said with a smug smile on your face. Even though your face was in agony.

He smiled at you wildly and didn’t bother to go in for your hand shake you where offering. But he gave you something you so much more desired. A war hug. “Im all right”. “Really” you said with concerns in your voice “huh? What do you mean?” Lemon said with confusion smeared on his face “Well last time I heard of you . Apparently you where all left”

God that was cheesy but hay it made Lemon laugh and you would take that anyway over the cringe of a bad joke.

“What the fuck is this”

“Here we go again” said lemon with annoyance laced on his face. “I told ya I know her, you just don’t like me having other friends but you , huh?”

This must be tangerine, you’ve heard about him … an lot, most people can’t tell how much Lemon looks up to him brother, but you definitely do. If lemon ain’t talking about Thomas the tank engine then he is talking about his brother. It is quite sweet to be honest.

You do remember the day that you pet lemon, it really doesn’t feel that long ago but god it must be about 8 years now, sure u never really see him, and you met him by dumb luck at a bar one night. ‘Aparently’ tangerine had gone off to flirt with some girl and you started talking to lemon because you liked his lovely tie. He has never let that true go since, because every couple of times you see lemon, he is wearing the tie. Funny huh?.

Part 2?

[betty-gb]

characters x short s/o

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alright here we go, this is hc of some of my favourite boys and one girl with a short s/o. like quite short, like 4’11/5’0. this honestly became more general hcs but they still focus on height factors.

includes: leo valdez, connor stoll, gilbert blythe, carter kane and kate bishop

disclaimer: these are just my personal opinions so please don’t be mean if you don’t agree. also lmk if i’ve made any mistakes regarding canonical facts about these characters.

pronouns: i think i only used pronouns once in this and it was they/them so anyone could read this although some head cannons were more geared towards a female audience as i myself am female.

warnings: some mild language

*not proof read*

leo valdez:

-starting off strong with our short king, mr. leo valdez

-he is canonically about 5’6 so we’re going to go with that

-he’s a little shit

-just putting that out there

-1000% using you as an armrest

-asking you to grab something for him that he knows for a fact you can’t reach

-the whole package of teasing

-but can we really blame him

-he’s been the shorty for a while and he enjoys finally having someone shorter

-now leo i hc as a little spoon

-just because our boy has some major trauma

-but if you were a demigod too you would probably have a whole lot of trauma as well

-we love

-anyway with the height difference i feel like he would big spoon a bit more but you bet he is still laying on your chest with his face in your boobs (for anyone who has them) or just your chest (for everyone else)

-you would probably come up to his nose area so perfect height for him to give you forehead kisses

-although i feel like he prefers to kiss the tip of your nose

-especially when it’s all rosy from the cold

-in terms of clothes sharing

-i feel like leo is more of a ‘let me try on your clothes that are too small for me for laughs’ guy than a ‘wear my clothes that are too big for you and i’ll swoon’ type of guy

-which makes me sad

-but it’s okay because he will still give you clothes if ur cold and he will most certainly blush and pepper your face with kisses

-now with you being tiny and all he feels a certain sense of protectiveness

-not that you can’t handle yourself yk being a demigod and all

-but he’s lost enough people and he will not let anyone hurt you

-anyone messes with you they mess with him

-which isn’t very intimidating as he’s also short

-but he makes up for it with attitude

-all in all leo will be a bitch about your height but he will also love being taller just the same

connor stoll:

-next comes my one of my favourite demigods

-idk why i love him so much but i do so ya

-let’s start with his height bc he’s a tall lad

-all we get from the books is ‘tall’

-so i hc him to be around 6’3

-i also think travis is about 6’2 so a little bit shorter than connor

-and boy he will not shut up about it

-but i’m getting carried away

-as you can imagine this is a biggg height difference

-probably the biggest one i’m gonna be writing about

-it’s like 15-16 inches so ya

-you don’t even come up to his shoulder

-kisses are always a struggle but you make do

-he picks you up

-you stand on a chair

-he sits on a chair

-it works fine

-he is another little shit

-wow i seem to have a type

-this time it’s even more extreme of a height difference tho so it’ll be sooo fun for you

-that was very sarcastic if you couldn’t tell ^

-he will toss you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and parade you around while you whack at his back

-and if you ask him to get something for you

-don’t expect it within the next hundred years because he will hold it just out of your reach so you have to literally climb him to get it

-unless it’s something you need of course because he’s secretly a sweetheart that would so anything for you

-in terms of cuddling, im assuming you already know it would be very hard for you to be the big spoon

-wow i just realized that this height difference is giving those draco fanfics where y/n is like 4’11 and not like other girls

-back to cuddling tho

-i think it would be okay because i see him as more of a big spoon anyway

-or he would like to have you lying on his chest

-omg i’m just picturing the whole him in sweatpants like rly low down on his waist with no shirt because you’re in his shirt which is way to big lying for you lying on his chest in bed

-i’m swooning

-but ya

-i feel like occasionally he would lie like lower on the bed with his head between your legs on his back

-so like the back of his head is resting on your stomach

-idk how to explain this properly i hope that made sense

-speaking of clothes tho

-i think he is more of a ‘wear my clothes that are too big for you and i’ll swoon’ guy

-only because he may rip your clothes if he tried them on

-if you were more similar in height he would totally be stealing your shirts and putting on a goofy fashion show for you

-and like i mentioned before his shirts are huge on you

-it’s adorable

-now for him the whole protectiveness is stumping me

-i feel like he would kinda respect you and know that you can handle yourself

-because you are like a badass

-but i feel like his whole protectiveness would come out more if a guy was like hitting on you and got handsy

-scary boyfriend privileges coming out

-in battle he would for sure try to protect you but not rly any more than you would try to protect him

-your amazingness makes up for the height in battle

-i generally feel like protectiveness in battle would be about equal both ways

-and he’s the quiet jealous type so i feel like if a guy was like flirting he wouldn’t necessarily do anything

-only if the guy got like to touchy or aggressive like i mentioned before

-wow i really rambled for connor

-i’m sorry i just love him so much

-so all in all he would be annoying but he would have so much respect for you and your abilities even with your height

gilbert blythe:

-alright we’re switching fandoms now

-for the first time in forever i don’t think he’s a little shit about your height

-gilbert is around 5’8

-but for my self indulgence let’s say he’s around 5’10

-because he gives decently tall guy vibes

-so that means we have ourselves a height difference of around 10-11 inches

-he really just sees your height as a way to coddle and protect you

-which obviously you don’t need

-but it being the late 19th century we got all the big strong man stereotypes

-he’s not possessive or anything though

-just protective

-especially from a certain someone

-*cough* billy *cough*

-we all know billy is a grade a asshole

-and it’s even better that my phone just tried to autocorrect billy to bully

-quite fitting

-as for cuddling

-gilbert is a big spoon

-and i am set on that

-he also loves being on the couch and just holding you in his arms while your head rests on his chest

-maybe he’s reading to you

-gosh i’m soft for him

-so the height difference works perfectly for you guys with cuddling

-and yes he is a ‘wear my clothes that are too big for you and i’ll swoon’

-i will stand by this until i die

-wear his sweater and he might just blow up on the spot

-from how adorable you are of course

-gilbert is just a sweetheart and such a simp that will do anything for you

-he doesn’t really look too much into the height difference

-he just loves you

carter kane:

-were heading back to the riordanverse because i am unorganized as heck

-i haven’t read the books in a while so bear with me if i make some mistakes

-i saw somewhere on the internet that carter is 5’6

-and sadie is too

-i think i can see this for the age he is in the books

-but when he’s older i’m picturing like 5’11

-because i hc that our boy had late puberty and a late growth spurt

-sorry sadie

-i hope you enjoyed the small amount of time being taller than him

-so ima talk about little carter when he’s still a shorty

-i don’t think he ever really payed attention to his height

-or others heights for that matter

-my guy was travelling so much and had like no friends his age so i don’t think he had much of a perception of how tall he should be

-at least until him and sadie were reunited

-then the teasing was relentless

-for the sake of this let’s say you either came to brooklyn house with them or were already there idc

-so then he saw you and noted that you were short

-yk a little mental note

-‘hey sadie y/n’s shorter why don’t you tease them instead’

-but it’s a sibling thing

-even considering that i don’t think he cares that much about height

-he just wants an inch on his sister

-cuddling with him is awkward but i think he’s pretty flexible with big spoon/little spoon stuff and your height difference isn’t so drastic that you can’t spoon him

-cuddling with him is pretty versatile

-i’m terms of clothes

-i saw someone say that he will leave his sweaters in random places for his s/o to find and hopefully wear

-i love it

-it’s perfect because he’s so awkward but he is definitely a ‘wear my clothes that are too big for you and i’ll swoon’

-i can’t remember who said this tho so if you find them please lmk and i’ll give credit

-now protectiveness is difficult for him

-he’s such a worry wart

-and a total mom

-so he like wants you to be safe and wants to protect you in battle and stuff

-so he used his height to help with that

-even though you’ve told him so many times that you are fine

-now when he’s in his godly avatar thing

-major height difference

-i’m joking

-let’s not get into that

-imaging kissing like this big chicken warrior head

-no thanks

-again i just think carter doesn’t really care about his height difference with you

-he just loves you

kate bishop:

-last but not least is miss kate

-i was originally going to do all boys for this but my bisexual ass couldn’t resist kate

-so kate is about 5’8

-and i like that

-nice solid height

-a bit tall for a girl

-perfect

-but isn’t everything about kate perfect

-i feel like she lies somewhere in between being a little shit and a sweetheart

-because she is so confident and cocky

-but it’s hot and she’s a woman so it’s okay

-on the other hand she gives massive simp vibes

-because she is my favourite golden retriever character

-i feel like some people may disagree but i feel like she’s a big spoon

-that also may be biased though as i love to be the little spoon sooo

-it’s okay tho

-i feel like she likes you to be facing her while cuddling though

-and size works out for you guys because she is bigger and also the big spoon

-if you desperately want her to be the little spoon i can see that too

-and for little spoon kate i feel like you wouldn’t really have an option no matter your size

-you just gotta make it work

-because i see her as a little whiny poop

-big spoon kate is too tho

-who are we kidding

-she was spoiled growing up

-she’s not bad spoiled tho

-now onto clothes

-i think she’s both a ‘let me try on your clothes that are too small for me for laughs’ and a ‘wear my clothes that are too big for you and i’ll swoon’

-but i think she is more the latter

-for protectiveness i have two different cases here

-let’s say that you are an avenger/super hero/fighter or wtv for our first scenario

-she would totally be protective

-you’re her love

-she needs to keep you safe

-and you are also small

-more excuses for kate to be protective

-i feel like no matter your height tho she is just a protective person by nature

-so in battle she would be watching you in her peripheral vision all the time

-not that you aren’t doing the same tho

-option two

-you are not an avenger/super hero/fighter

-you are an average person

-don’t you just love the idea of have a tall sexy woman as your like personal body gaurd

-because i sure do

-dream come true

-but honestly

-you would probably get roped into her business with the tracksuit mafia so you are in danger a lot during that period of time

-and she’s the sweetest

-it’s a sad fact but we all know that shorter people are easier targets for bad people

-so she would be so cautious

-only because she loves you though

-she definitely protective

-especially of you

-and she for sure loves the height difference

thanks for reading and lmk if you want me to do hcs for a tall s/o!!

[whoreanghae]

please stay ; jeon wonwoo 

genre - fluff, hurt/comfort, friends to lovers

wordcount - 1.5k

disclaimers - lowercase is on purpose. fic under the cut ^^

a/n - this is my first, very simple but the wonwoo brainrot would not quit!

“im sick of your shit y/n, i really am.”

it seemed like all of the time spent with your boyfriend ended with an argument. dont get it wrong, you love him, but hes great at finding issues in every little thing you do. at first it was things like not texting him when you wake up in the mornings, or getting coffee with a friend from one of your classes, but recently he had thrown a tantrum over every move you made. the current argument at hand being the fact that he showed up at your apartment unexpected and you had only made enough dinner for yourself.

“i don’t understand what you expect from me!” you raised your voice, growing annoyed at his constant outbursts. “will there ever be anything i can do that will satisfy you?” he had an icy glare as he stepped towards you, while you were trying to act unbothered even though he had at least 6 inches of height on you.

“well maybe if you just did things right once in a while, i wouldn’t have to put you in your place so often.” there was a bitterness to his tone, and not an ounce of love to be heard. 

tears started to form at the corners of your eyes, but you wouldn’t dare let them escape. wouldn’t dare let him win. 

“i’m sure my ex wouldn’t have let it get this far. maybe i made the wrong decision all along.” 

he had a wry smile on his lips as he leaned against the wall, drinking in your shocked and hurt expression. he had always had this smug aura around him, but this was worse. this was cruelty. he was getting pleasure from your pain.

you tried to speak, but you weren’t able to form words. none that you wouldn’t regret anyways. “i… well if thats how you feel…” you looked down at your feet, hoping that if he doesn’t see the hurt painted on your face he won’t get the satisfaction he craves.

he laughed. “you know what? maybe i’ll call her. im sure you’d be just fine too, i’ve seen you with those singer fuckboys you think are your friends. you should call one of them, maybe you’ll be a better woman to them than you were to me!” he pulled out his phone and started typing something as he walked towards the door. 

“wait, ‘were’? what do you mean ‘were’?” you knew what was coming, but your brain didnt quite process it in the moment. 

he looked up from his phone, the same sick smile not leaving his lips the entire time. “god, you really are stupid, aren’t you?” he let out a laugh that felt like the twist of a knife. “we’re done, idiot! don’t bother calling me either, i already deleted your number.” he chuckled as he opened the door and disappeared without another word.

as your apartment door shut, everything hit you like a tidal wave. you crashed onto your sofa, sobbing into your hands and struggling to catch your breath. your entire world was in slow motion until a knock at your door brought you back to reality. you stood up, vision blurry from the tears, and walked over to the door. you opened it to be greeted with somehow the first, and last person you had wanted to find you in this state.

“oh my god y/n, what happened? are you okay?” wonwoo said, concern laced in his voice as he stepped towards you and put a hand on your arm to calm you. you tried to act like nothing was wrong, but everything was so fresh and wonwoos concern just made you unravel all over again.

you and wonwoo had been friends since you quite literally bumped into him whilst rushing around the city one day when you were running late to one of your classes. you had been speedwalking through the streets, rushing to get to your campus in time. you slept in, but you just had to stop at your usual coffee shop before class. being somewhat in your own world, you accidentally bumped shoulders with wonwoo and ended up spilling your fresh iced coffee all down the sleeve of his shirt. apologizing profusely, you quickly asked if you could send him money for the drycleaning, or just pay for a new shirt. he laughed the same laugh that would still sound like music to your ears months later. he assured you that it was fine, and even said that it was his fault. his one request was that you give him your number so that he could get you a replacement coffee sometime when you both were free. so you agreed. from then on, one coffee turned into two, which turned into three, which turned into movie nights and impromptu 2am drives when you can’t sleep. you never would’ve thought that your clumsiness would lead to meeting your best friend, but some would say it was fate.

you tried to tell wonwoo everything, but the only words that you could muster up between sobs were “he left me.” he stepped forward to give himself room to shut the door behind you two. wrapping an arm around your shoulders, he guided you towards the sofa. at this point he had entirely disregarded the reason he came to your apartment in the first place. you collapsed into wonwoos arms as you reached the sofa. he held you close as he whispered reassurances into your hair. 

just being in wonwoo’s presence helped to calm you down, so within 10 minutes you had been able to collect yourself and you were able to tell wonwoo the whole story. he was visibly angry, but tried to hold it in so he could comfort you and not stress you out further. after telling wonwoo everything that happened, you realized that you weren’t quite sure why he showed up in the first place. but its not like you were going to complain.

“i should’ve asked before, but what did you come here for anyways?” you said, quirking an eyebrow at him. he simply shrugged. “i came here before practice to grab the phone charger i left here on saturday, but i’m happy i came when i did.” the fond smile wonwoo had on his face made you feel like the only person on earth. 

“oh, you have practice?” you tried to mask the disappointment in your voice. you knew how important wonwoo’s job was, and you didn’t ever want to come in the way of that. but a part of you hoped he wouldn’t leave just yet.

“not anymore,” he said, looking down at his phone screen, “i just told the guys that something important came up. they’ll understand.” he smiled the same smile at you that he always did before. but this time it felt.. different? “unless you just want to be alone? i can leave if you want.” 

you looked at your hands for a moment before looking back up and meeting his gaze. “...please stay.”

that was all he needed to hear. wonwoo shrugged off his jacket and put it on the back of the sofa. you watched his actions intently. for some reason, the actions you had watched countless times before had started to stand out more than usual. the way he nudges his glasses up his nose, the way he runs his hand through his hair, why were these things so prominent to you now? you pushed these thoughts to the back of your head as you watched wonwoo open netflix on your tv. he scrolled through the options until reaching your favourite movie, the one you had made him watch with you too many times to count.

“wait, i thought you said you were sick of this movie?” you tilted your head towards him. he looked over at you, the same fond look you’ve been basking in since he showed up at your door. “but it reminds me of you, how could i ever get sick of it?” 

you playfully hit his arm and turned away to hide the rosy haze shading over your cheeks. he just smiled, knowing that he couldn’t see himself in any other position than he was right now. 

he put his arm out, inviting you to his side of the sofa. you obliged, scooting over to insert yourself under his arm and wrap around his side. he rested his arm around your hip as he quietly spoke. “listen, even if i have seen this movie thousands of times, i’ll be damned if i don’t see you smile at least once today.”

and he succeeded. you couldn’t do anything but smile as you sat snuggled into your best friends side, forgetting the earlier parts of the evening ever happened. soulmates were real, and you two were living proof. he was your soulmate, whether platonic or not.

[abyssal-ali]

Yet Forgives the Butcher's Knife

It's finally here! Yet Forgives the Butcher's Knife is my submission for the Jaysteph Weekend 2022, filling the prompts "Do I Want to Know?", College, and the chaotic bonus the Trifecta of Trouble.

Disclaimer: This follows Canon events up to a point, but since DC has the inability to stick to one timeline or version of events without retconning it, I'm taking liberties with some plot points.

(Canon-complicit to a point)

Rating: T TW: non-graphic talk about death/torture

(Read the teaser first as the first scene picks up directly from there :))

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

“Okay, J. Are you trying to be a vigilante? I gotta warn you, it's brutal. It's actually why I'm here. My dad's a D-list rogue, Cluemaster, and I hated how he ruined my mom's and my life, so I became Spoiler,  spoiling his plans. Batman didn't like me running around as a tween without his approval, even though I was older than, like, all the Robins.

“Anyways, I ignored him, he kinda accepted I was there to stay, I had a couple months internship with as Robin before he fired me, and I went back to being Spoiler, started a gang war by accident, got caught by an A-list rogue and tortured...I flatlined in Leslie's OR and she faked my permanent death and moved us here to teach Bats a lesson about his kids or something.

“So, now you know Steph Brown,” Steph laughed easily.

“Wow, that's, um, a lot to process. Are you okay? Seeing a therapist or something? That sounds like a trip.”

“Oh yeah, it was. I'm okay-ish now...I mean, your black helmet isn't really helping my PTSD, but they're pretty common and it's not blatantly skull-like so...I'm okay.”

“You got caught by Black Mask?”J's jaw dropped, though Steph couldn't see it. “And survi-I mean...”

Steph grinned at J's faux pas. “It's fine, I have dark humour—being a Gothamite, and from the Narrows at that, it's kinda a prerequisite.”

“You're a Narrows kid? You hide the accent well,” J commented in surprise.

“Thanks? You know another Narrows kid or somethin'?”

“Wasn't it speculated that Robin 2 was from the Narrows?” Jason deflected, hoping Steph would bite.

“Yeah, he was my favourite. Street kid, Narrows like me—we might even have been neighbours!--fought smart but dirty, and he understood us in a way Bats and the first Robin didn't...he cared about us, y'know? The others cared more about stopping crime than the victims—I mean, obviously the crime needed to stop so there wouldn't be more victims, but Robin 2 was one of us and could connect with us. Batman and Nightwing are strangers, practically. Once I was on my way home from stalking my dad and some creep was trailing me. I could tell, but Robin swung down and took 'im out before I was in danger, and then he followed me home...it was so sweet. I always had the biggest crush on him...I was so sad when I heard he died. He was one of ours, one of us...sometimes I wonder what he'd be like if he was alive.”

With a sigh Steph shook off the melancholy and turned to J. “Sorry for the infodump. So, J, thanks you for the assist. And don't become a vigilante for fun.”

“I won't. Thanks for livening my evening. I liked your right hook...but saw your form was off on a couple moves. Did Batman not train you? I thought all his little birdies had a Ph.D in karate or somethin'...”

“Well, I was never a true Robin. Barely got any training from the big guy. He didn't even let me know anyone's  ID or anythin' cool—basically all I got was the suit and a ton of lectures, more than Spoiler ever got. What a prick,” she muttered.

“He sounds like a huge prick,” agreed J. “If you'd like...I could improve your skills a bit? I've had a few professional trainers myself...”

“Sure, I'd love to get some formal training for once! When and where?”

“I have a building in town. Are you free tomorrow?”

“Yeah, all day.”

“Be ready at 9 a.m., then. Night, Doll!” J left her on Leslie's doorstep and Steph went in to Leslie's worried questioning.

At 9:00 sharp J pulled up on a black motorcycle. Steph was waiting with a duffel and hopped on, driving to a nondescript warehouse-style building 15 minutes away from Leslie's. J walked to the door and went through fingerprint, retinal, and password locks. Finally J and Steph walked in to see an enormous gym, with mats, weights, ropes, a shooting range, archery range, pool, and various intense workout equipment.

J showed Steph to the bathroom and she changed into a tanktop and shorts before joining him in warmup stretches on the mats. “You're flexible,” J noted.

“Thanks— I took gymnastics lessons for 3 years before my dad got worse. I liked it and kept doing what I could...and that was one thing Batman helped with.”

For the next month J drastically improved Steph's form, skills, and stamina.

“How do you know all these skills? Do I want to know?” asked Steph one day during a water break.

“Can you keep a secret?” J asked, leaning in. Steph nodded. “I'm the second Robin.”

Steph stared at him, then started laughing. “Fine, then, keep your secrets.”

J stared back. “Fine. My mom has been training me for the past 3 years with various martial arts forms and weapons and some other fun stuff, like poisons and bombs and strategy. Happy?”

“You're serious,” Steph said flatly.

“Yes!”

“Huh. So...you're a ninja-in-training?”

“I am a ninja, but sure. I was just here to take care of a couple things for my mom when I met you.”

“You...stayed...here? For me?”

J nodded. “I really like you, Steph. A lot.”

“You like me too?”

J blinked. “You like me?”

Steph nodded emphatically. “Even if i still don't know if you're a 10 or not with that dramatic mask you always wear,” she joked.

“Will you go on a proper date with me, Stephanie Brown?”

“No.” J's face fell, but Steph continued, “I will join you in a spar and I will kick your butt one day.” She sat up and moved to the mats again. J laughed, “You're perfect.”

After their training session J walked Steph home as he always did. In sight of Leslie's, J paused and Steph turned to see why. He took her hand and took a breath. “My name is Jason. Jason al Ghul.”

Stephanie smiled at him. “Thank you for telling me, Jason. Jason...I like it. It suits you.”

~♡~

The next morning before their warm up began, Jason opened up to Steph. “Do you have time to hear my life story? It's depressing, at least for a non-Gothamite.”

“I'll always listen,” Steph said softly, taking his hands in hers. It always seemed to ground him and lately he'd started to do it unconsciously. Jason smiled at her and began.

“I'm a street kid from Crime Alley. My dad was a two-bit goon and my mom had a heroin addiction since she had cancer. She died when I was 8 and my dad was...gone, so I hit the streets. When I was 12, I was adopted by a wealthy man and I was actually safe—he was one of the few good ones. Sometimes we'd go back to Crime Alley to help my friends or the street kids. I had an older brother, but he was gone in Blüd most of the time. He didn't like me too much at first because our dad “replaced” him with me, but we'd started to get closer when he realized he was being a Dick.” Jason smiled at some joke Steph didn't get yet, then continued. “When I was 15, my dad and I got in a fight and I was grounded...I found my bio mom in Ethiopia and flew there to meet her. I thought she was blackmailed by Joker and tried to get her out, but she...she sold me out to him and smoked a cigarette as she watched him beat me half to death. Then he tied her up and left us in the warehouse with a bomb...I managed to get my mom free but I was caught in the explosion. I'm strong considering I'm from Crime Alley and the beating and bomb didn't finish me off," Jason smirked at that absolutely devastating tidbit. “The smoke and dust inhalation got me. I woke up in my coffin 6 feet underground and dug myself out with my belt buckle and left my fingernails in the dirt there. I wandered around, catatonic and relying on muscle memory for a few months until I started beating up some of my third mom's men and she came to see what the fuss was about.  When my catatonia didn't lift, she put me in a pool of magic life juice, which healed me and upgraded my trauma to insanity and bloodlust. Once the Pit Madness settled, Mom sent me around the world, training with masters to become the best.

“I know it was partly to stall me, because my dad is her baby daddy and she doesn't want him dead, while I did. He never killed the Joker for me, for everyone else's safety, and I almost killed him and my brothers. Thankfully the Madness subsided, and while I'm still mad he didn't kill Joker, I'm not going to kill him over it. He won't kill, so I'll leave him alone and do it myself. I need a moniker for when  I make the statement that I'm a better man than him, and since you don't like my black helmet, I'm thinking of stealing the clown's old name as a last laugh. So, could you stand a red helmet?”

Steph blinked. “Wow, your life is sadder than mine. Yeah, a red helmet wouldn't bother me at all. You look good in red, anyways.” She understood deflection very well, and let Jason steer the conversation away from what he'd just unloaded.

“Then meet the Red Hood,” Jason bowed to Steph and she giggled.

“Your story sounds kinda familiar, though.”

Jason removed the domino mask he normally wore around Steph (since he didn't wear the helmet around her).  “You weren't kidding?” she gaped. “ You are Robin 2...wait, you look familiar...”

“My headstone says Jason Peter Todd, if that helps,” offered Jason.

“If Jason Todd was Robin 2, then Robin 1 has to be Dick Grayson, which means...” Steph's eyes grew larger. “Brucie Wayne, Ph. D in idiocy, is Batman?!”

“Got it in one, Doll,” Jason winked.

“That makes so much sense,” moaned Steph. “No wonder he never told me his name!”

“Your friend Robin 3 is Tim Drake, Bruce's newest adoptee. Looks like Drake finally died and B got custody again.”

“Wait,” interrupted Steph. “Why did Bruce adopt you? You met him as Batman, right? Well he caught me and never adopted me...how unfair!”

“You don't have black hair, Blondie,” Jason teased. “Step 1: dye your hair black. Step 2: Be a smart aleck and make Batman laugh because you stole the Batmobile's tires. Step 3: Reverse psychology: Hit 'im with your tire iron and run. Be reluctantly caught and thus adopted when he finds out you're a homeless orphan.”

Steph wheezed with laughter. “Of course you stole the Batmobile's tires! Oh man, the look on B-man's face must've been legendary!”

Jason grinned proudly. “At the time I was scared to death, but looking back, it was pretty funny....So, what'm I like, since I am alive?”

She buried her face in her hands. “Ughh, why? I can't believe I rhapsodized about you to you! Oh, kill me now. And I told you I had a crush on you...whyyyy?!” she wailed dramatically and Jason chuckled at her expense, the brat. Steph glared at him through her fingers.

“Sorry, I kinda like you, so Imma have to pass on the offer to murder you.”

“Stoppp,” she blushed, glad she was already hiding her face from him.

~♡~

This is a shorter chapter because my two sentences referencing tomorrow's prompt come directly after this 😆

Hope you enjoyed and feel free to Nicely leave constructive criticism!!

@jaystephevents @demonandangeltwins

[sorryjustafangirl]

it’s a love story

a/n:  this is my submission for the @doubleminor​’s #hockeychallengemusic ! im so so super late but i finally had the time to write this. the toronto six of the nwhl have this as their winning song and i loved watching them celebrate this season. and apparently all i can write is matty tkachuk but i felt he really fit this idea

Pairing: Matthew Tkachuk x reader

Work count: 2.2k+

warnings: mentions of the pandemic and one swear but other than that just fluff :)

disclaimer: this is a work of fiction and real person fiction if you don’t like that, please don’t read! also the gif isn’t mine! all credit to the fantastic gif-maker!

prompt: choose an official team/player goal song and make something using that goal song // found here 

He had wanted the proposal to be perfect. The moment he knew you were the one he wanted to marry, he asked your best friend for everything you had ever mentioned about a proposal. You were only going to get proposed to once, and he wanted to make sure it was perfect. 

Secluded, yet meaningful, place? Check. 

Get it on camera? Check. 

Cute outfit with nails done? Check. 

But a global pandemic was not in his plan. Not even close. 

When the season had got put on pause, his parents suggested he come back to St. Louis to spend time with them, since Brady was coming back too. He was hesitant to go considering you were still going into the office for an essential project, but you assured him that he should go spend time with his family. He didn't get to see them a lot, and you knew he missed them. When he packed, he made sure to take the little velvet box and shove it between his socks. He didn't want to risk you finding it while he was away. 

A couple weeks later, after many FaceTimes and virtual date nights, you finished your project and work gave you the all clear to work from home. A two week quarantine and one plane ride later, you had joined him in St. Louis. You were still working, but working from the Tkachuk's home and with your boyfriend was much better than working alone in your shared apartment. 

Since you had joined the family, Taryn had noticed her oldest brother was a little jumpier than usual. Before, he was more carefree, aside from the occasional moping, and he definitely wasn't making sure his bedroom door was closed whenever he went in there alone. But now? It seemed odd. He wasn't moping, but he had those moments when he seemed too sad for it just to be about the season.  

So after Matthew's third sigh and retreat to his room while you were working, she decided it was time for an intervention. She quietly followed him to his room, where he methodically closed it and made sure it clicked. 

***

It was the second time today Matthew had looked at the box today. He knew he was torturing himself, opening the box to look at the ring he had picked out. It wasn't too flashy, something just your style. He remembered the way his heart jumped when he saw it in the store. It instantly reminded him of you and he just knew it was the one. It was like he couldn't help himself, looking at the box another time.

You could’ve already been engaged by now. The two of you could’ve been looking at venues and dates and even if he said he never really cared about that stuff… he couldn’t help but long for those things, because it would mean it was real. The two of you would be getting married, and he’d get to be your husband. 

But instead of being engaged, he’d just have to stare at the ring and wish he could make this all go away so he could give you the proposal you’ve always wanted. He relived the time he knew you were the one, anything to remind him that you wouldn’t mind waiting until this pandemic was over to get engaged. 

It was a home game against the Senators. Nothing speculator, just a regular game that they unfortunately lost in OT. Because it was against the Sens, and because he scored the only goal of the game, Matt knew he’d be chosen for press. He was tired, and there was nothing he wanted more than to see his family who had made the trek out to Calgary to see the boys play. He left the dressing room with his tie a little crumpled from the rush to meet them. 

He turned the corner to see Taryn sitting on a bench, with Brady standing with his parents, probably cracking a joke based on the way his mom was playfully glaring at Brady while his dad laughed loudly. His mood picked up a little after the interview and the loss.

As he got closer, he realized that Taryn wasn’t sitting alone. You were sitting there, your head resting against her shoulder, your eyes slightly closed. He stopped in his tracks when he saw your work bag sitting in your lap and your suitcase beside you. Your flight was supposed to get in around 8 and he had insisted that you just meet him at home after the game. This work trip had been horrible, your co-worker throwing you under the bus in a meeting with executives on a project he didn’t work on. You deserved to be relaxing with a glass of wine in the sanctity of your shared apartment. But you were here, at his game, straight from the airport, laughing with his family despite your drooping eyes. He had never felt more loved than he did right there. 

A knock startled him from his thoughts. 

“Uhh... just a second!” He snapped the ring box shut and quickly stood up from the bed to shove it in his drawer. Taryn popped her head in to see him very suspiciously standing in front of his dresser.

“It’s just me, dork. What are you doing?” She entered his room, making herself comfy on his bed. He scoffed, and closed the door behind his sister. 

“I’m not doing anything. What are you doing?” He went back to standing by the dresser and Taryn rolled her eyes.

“That’s exactly it, you’re doing nothing. Normally, when we’re all home you’re like bouncing off the walls. Like I know this time it’s different but Y/n came too so I thought… I don’t know, you just seem off but Brady didn’t think so and I didn’t want to worry Mom… so like, what’s going on? Is everything okay? Are you and Y/n fighting?” 

His eyes bugged out and Taryn would have laughed if she wasn’t so serious. “What no! We’re fine! We’re fine, why-why would you say that?” 

“You’ve been quiet Matt. You’re never quiet, especially when Brady’s home with us.” He rolled his eyes and she huffed at her older brother. “You know it’s true! So... what’s going on?” He sighed and turned to find the box from the drawer. He looked down at the velvet in his hands as he sat on the edge of the bed. Taryn moved to be sitting beside him and gasped quietly. 

“Is that...?” 

“Yeah. I was going to...you know, before the world went to shit. I had it all planned out too. The weather was getting warmer and there’s this hiking trail we like in Banff, it’s only like an hour drive. There’s this perfect spot where I could prop my phone up so I could get it on camera, just like they wanted. But now... I don’t know what I’m going to do.” 

“Do you still want to, you know, propose?” 

“’Course I do. Honestly, I want nothing more. But, they deserve it to be perfect, you know? And like, I don’t know how I could surprise them here, because we’ve been chilling in the same sweatpants for the past week! Asking them to get dressed up would seem suspicious and I want it to be a surprise,”

“Could… could I help you? I might have an idea…” She grinned towards her brother, his eyes brightening at the idea of marrying you. 

***

“Y/N, do you want to do a TikTok with me?” She called to you from across the Tkachuk’s backyard. Taryn must’ve been feeling the quarantine because yesterday the two of you did your nails together, which prompted you to, for once, put on a pair of pants that weren’t Matty’s sweatpants and do your hair, so you had no problem setting down your book and hopping up from your seat to join her. She squealed and you laughed as you joined her. 

“It’s so easy! I promise! So, it’s to a remix of Taylor Swift’s ‘Love Story’ and the only set in stone parts are that you actually kneel when she says ‘knelt to the ground’ and then the camera will start to pull away and then you just freestyle! We can do a couple practice ones before we film it for real, if you want?” 

“Yes, please, you have severely overestimated my dancing skills,” you laughed. Right at that moment, Matthew came out of the house with a Bud Light in his hand. He placed it on the edge of the firepit before walking over to you.

“What’s got you all cracked up?” He pressed a kiss to your cheek.

“Taryn thinks I’m a good enough dancer to film this TikTok on my first try,” He grinned at you. 

“A TikTok you say? Can I do it too? If you can do it surely it’s easy enough for me,” You gave him a playful eye roll and laughed. 

“How bored are you to want to film a TikTok?” 

“I want to spend time with my girlfriend, is that a crime?” He smirked and you cracked a smile.  

Taryn spoke up. “Hey no, this would be perfect! I need to move the camera away from you when you’re dancing anyways, and this way you won’t be alone. And you’ll get Matt’s dancing on camera for future blackmail!” You laughed at her comment and slugged him lightly in the arm. 

“Game on, we’ll see who's the better dancer after this,” He just laughed and then told you to tell what the heck he was doing for this dance. After a while, the two of you were ready to film. 

Taryn got behind her phone and started the music. You got into position and bumped Matthew’s hip before facing the camera. 

Is this in my head, I don’t know what to think. He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring and said

You knelt down and pretended to open a ring box, while Matthew pulled out the box he’d been hiding for six months. 

Marry me Juliet, you’ll never have to be alone

You started to dance as Taryn pulled the camera away from the both of you. Lost in the music, you didn’t seem to notice that Matthew was still on one knee, an adoring smile on his face. 

“Y/n,” 

I love you and that’s all I really know

You stopped dancing and glanced to your side. “Oh my god,” Your hands flew to cover your mouth as you saw Matt still on one knee, but with a black box in his hands. “Are you joking?”

“Not joking, baby, I promise.” He opened the box to reveal the most beautiful ring you had ever seen. It was classy, with just enough bling to catch your eye and go with the rest of your jewelry. Your eyes filled with tears as he started to speak. 

“Y/n, you are the best person I have ever met. I never thought someone would be willing to put up with me, not with my job and the media and how I play my game, but then I met you, and it’s like the whole world shifted. I have fallen more in love with you every day, even the past few days when we do the same thing every day. I love you so much, babe, and all I want is to keep being your person. I know my job means I’ll have to leave sometimes, but with me, with this, I promise you’ll never be alone. I want to be your husband and I want us to have little mini-us’s running around, well really mini-you’s but with my hair, because let’s face it, they aren’t escaping the curls,” You let out a teary laugh, and you could see his shoulder visibly relax a little. “When I look to my future, all I see is you. You are my future. And I know this isn’t perfect or even ideal but..”

“No, no, Matty, it’s perfect.” You whispered, your eyes full of tears. “It’s perfect because it’s with you.”

His grin widened if that was possible, and he looked down at the box in his hands before up to you. “If that’s the case, then Y/n, will you make me the happiest man on Earth and marry me?” 

“Yes! Yes, yes, of course,” You bent down to kiss him, leaving your tears on his cheek when you pulled away. He slipped the ring onto your finger and swept you into a bear hug. “Oh my gosh, we’re going to get married!”

“It’s you and me, baby, for the rest of our lives.” He tried to smirk, but it didn’t last long, a smile covering it as the euphoria overcame him. 

“Okay, okay, show me the ring!! Matthew didn’t tell me he was proposing!” Chantel came out in the backyard with a bright grin on her face. You couldn’t contain the smile on your face and the two of you admired the ring together. 

“I didn’t tell Dad either, don’t get offended,” Matthew said, coming over to meet the both of you. 

“Oh, you liar! You totally called me and asked me for advice.” Keith chimed in with a laugh. “Granted, you never told me you were going to do it today… but I’m happy for you kids.”

“I didn’t think he’d ever get the guts to propose, sorry for the wait Y/n,” Brady chirped, earning a whack from his mother. 

“I don’t mind, he’s worth the wait.” You looked to your fiancé, only to find him already looking at you, his blue eyes gleaming full of warmth. “So worth the wait.”

let me know what you think! thanks for reading!

[godofevrerything]

How Zutara Should’ve Happened (my take anyways, if Zuko still joined the Gaang in Season Three)

Alright, so I’m a Zutara shipper. Anyways, here’s my rant of the day.

So, if Zutara were to be cannon, let’s say that we wouldn’t change the cannon, other than that. Also full disclaimer, I don’t really like Kataang. It’s cute, and sweet, buuuut I think that they would be better off single or with other people. I personally ship Taang so much-

When I first watched it, I really wanted Katara to end up single. I thought that would be a fitting ending for her story. But hey, she didn’t, and that’s fine.

This is not an anti Kataang post, seriously. If you ship it, cool, I don’t, but everyone had different opinions. Just please don’t come to my inbox and yell at me.

Aight, under the cut bc it got long.

So, if we weren’t gonna change the cannon, Zuko still joins in season three and all. Katara and him would still have a rocky relationship at first, and for good reason, I mean wtf Zuko what happened at the CoTL?

Rant for another day

Anyways-

What I would think is that Katara couldn’t help but notice how Zuko is trying to gain their, and her trust. I mean, she’s pissed but still, she notices. It doesn’t make her forgive him or anything, and it shouldn’t, but she does see it.

Now, I’m thinking little moments. Like when he shoved her out of the way of the falling rocks? Yeah, she still snaps at him, but maybe after she’s a little less fiery. Just a bit.

And then after TSR, things start to change. Of course, we get the iconic hug, but!! I want another scene, when they’re coming back from the trip.

One thing that always bothers me when I read Zutara stuff is that writers rarely address Zukos betrayal in TCoTL. Like,,, maybe I haven’t read the right fanfics but c’mon guys.

I really think, no, I know that Katara and Zuko should address that. I really want a scene, when they’re coming back, while Katara is sorting out whether to forgive him or not, I want them to talk about it. And sorry if it’s OOC- But Like so:

Katara: Why did you do it?

Zuko: ...do what?

Katara: Why did you fight with Azula? I thought you changed, I thought you would’ve fought with us.

Zuko: I-

[ a moment of quiet]

Zuko: I thought about it, and I almost did-

Katara: [turns around to face him] Then why didn’t you? Why did you choose that?

Zuko: I wanted my honor. I wanted to go home, and I thought- I though that if I fought with her, I could get my honor back.

[Katara doesn’t answer.]

Zuko: But Im sorry. I am.

Katara, quietly: I thought you changed...

Zuko: I have, now, I mean.

Katara: Why was your honor so important to you anyways? And what do you mean by ‘wanted to go home’?

Zuko: I- I was banished. Until I found the Avatar, I couldn’t go back.

[Katara turns, studying him, then turns back around]

Katara: ...You couldn’t go back, ever?

Zuko: No.

[She doesn’t speak after that, and neither does he.]

Okay, so maybe that was too OOC, but they did need to have a conversation something like that. A conversation where Zuko explained, at least a bit about why he fought with Azula.

And then, after that, the hug and forgiveness. But that was a turning point in their relationship, and I don’t like that so little fic writers address that.

And then!! I want little moments. Just small moments, maybe a bit more teasing, a bit more concern on Kataras part.

Also, let’s face it: Zuko would be simping. Katara wouldn’t be lovey dovey, no, she wouldn’t. Zuko would be the simp, Zuko would be the one stuttering slightly at teasing and stuff.

Just little moments, nothing big bc c’mon, they’re kids. They’re teenagers in the belp middle of a war.

Speaking of which! I really want one more scene between them. After Aangs noncon kiss in the Ember Island Players, I want there to be a scene where Zuko finds Katara and she vents to him.

Also I’ve been losing my damn mind trying to find a gif series for that bc someone on Tumblr made it and I can’t find it- fkdndd

Okay, but along with a huge chunk of the fandom, it really makes me mad that they didn’t show more of Kataras reaction, and that Aang didn’t apologize. Like wtf Aang.

I would’ve been fine with anyone coming to Katara, or telling Aang that was wrong but- Didn’t happen. They just glossed over that part smh.

But! Say Zuko were to come and talk with her about it. And then at the end, he might ask her why she was confused, Maybe something like this:

Zuko: If you don’t mind, why are you so confused?

Katara: I don’t know! But it’s in the middle of war. It isn’t over, and now isn’t the time for... for romance.

Zuko: But that doesn’t mean that you can’t be happy. I mean, look at Sokka.

Katara: I’m not Sokka.

[They both go quiet for a minute]

Katara: Sorry, Im just... It’s too much to deal with right now, and we have to focus on ending the war.

Zuko: No, I get that. It’s fine.

Katara: I’m just- I’m confused, and now isn’t the time and-

[She pauses, and the two look at each other for a moment. All is quiet.]

Zuko: I.. can go, if you want. If you need some space.

Katara: Yeah, that would probably help.

[Zuko walks away. As he does, Katara is staring at his back, a thoughtful expression on her face]

Yes, yes, I think that would make sense in the romance line. Mirroring when Zuko was staring at Kataras back.

Alright, so everything would be same, up to Katara healing Zuko after the Agni Kai. But there would be subtle differences. She takes his hand and holds it instead of putting her hand on his back. No big “I love you” or whatever. Just holds his hand, and maybe a line like “We- I could’ve lost you!” Maybe.

And then! One last thing, instead of that long Kataang kiss at the end, a scene between Katara and Zuko, talking about their futures.

I’m a really big fan of Water Tribe Ambassador Katara, and it shows.

Katara: So.. Fire Lord Zuko, huh? Finally regained your honor?

Zuko: [groans] Yes, now stop it.

Katara: [laughs] Nope, never gonna stop.

[Theres a minute of quiet]

Zuko: And what about you? Are you going back to the SWT?

Katara: I am. The Northern and Southern tribes... they need to connect again, not become one, but the connection was frayed with the war, and someone has to take a step to rebuild it.

Zuko: What about the Air Temples?

Katara: That’s up to Aang. I’ll help him of course, we all will, but he’s the last air bender. He’ll take care of them, like I’ll take care of the Water tribes.

Zuko: With Sokka too, I’m guessing.

Katara: I don’t know about that, actually. Sokka may want to travel a bit, scope out the world.

Zuko: And you don’t?

Katara: I do, and I will. Sokka and I, regardless of whatever travel, we’ll work together to take care of the tribes.

Zuko: [chuckles] And I’ll be here. I’m going to try to undo the damage the war did. Open up relations again in the Earth Kingdom, sort out the colonies.

Katara: Don’t overwork yourself.

Zuko: You shouldn’t either.

[She laughs, and stops in front of the pond, looking at the turtle ducks]

Katara: Zuko..

Zuko: What?

Katara: [turns to face him] We... went through a lot. And I have something that I need to tell you.

Zuko, sweating slightly: ..yes?

Katara: Relax, it’s nothing bad!

Katara: I..

[Katara takes his hand and smiles. Zukos eyes widen and he looks down at their hands]

Katara: Well?

[Zuko looks back up and smiles at her.]

Zuko: You’re going to visit sometime, right?

Katara: Course I will.

[He smiles again, and intertwines their fingers. It’s quiet once more, then off in the distance, Sokka yells something]

Katara: [laughs] Now c’mon, your Honor. Let’s go.

[She pulls Zuko down the path towards their friends, and all their laughter can be heard. The End comes up, and the credits roll]

So!!

No big ily confession, no long kiss. Why? Because they’re kids. They’re fourteen and sixteen, there shouldnt be an ily, there shouldn’t be an uncomfortably long kiss.

Later, of course. But now? Let’s them just hold hands and tease each other and relax a bit.

Anyways, that’s my Zutara rant of the day, thanks for listening.

[junemo10]

Okay so ✨Story time✨

Today in AP Bio the online students were put into breakout rooms with in-person kids and observing as they did a lab. And these two Juniors that I got put with were so funny to watch. never met them before, but they really remind me of two people....

Only one of them knew what they were doing, calling him Merlin. The other guy clearly didn’t read the lab, but like im not judging, we are calling him Arthur.

(It is very important you let me use these names) (I will also be referring to my teacher as Gaius. Because I can.)

Merlin seemed passionate about Biology, and he was very kind to us. He narrated everything he did, so we could follow along in the packet (even though we didn’t really need him to, but we appreciated it anyway)

Merlin: I’m going to set the tube into the rack now-

Arthur: they can SEE that. You don’t have to narrate EVERYTHING

Merlin: im just trying to make sure!

Arthur was increasingly worrying me as we started the lab. He was in charge of picking up the computer and tilting the camera to show us what was going on in the lab, but each time he picked it up it nearly fell right onto the electrophoresis chamber (which is full of gel to be used for the DNA samples.) He also was shaking it so badly, the other online girl with me asked him to just put it down.

When using the micro-pipet to put the DNA into the chamber, Arthur wanted to go first, but then he sat for a good 5 minutes trying to figure out how to use it.

Merlin: it’s easy. For real. Just push the button all the way down and don’t lift until you take the pipet out.

Arthur: okay. Got it.

Arthur:

Arthur: wait so-

Then we were working on some of the lab questions, Merlin asked us how we were doing, and we told him we were keeping up with him.

Merlin looked up at Arthur and deadpanned in the most hilarious way: okay so you’re just slow. Hurry up.

When they used the micro-centrifuge, Gaius explained how to balance the tubes, and Merlin was placing them with Arthur (who was holding us) looking over his shoulder.

Arthur: balance

Merlin: yep

Arthur, pointing (computer, *shaking*. my eyes, SWIMMING): b a l a n c e

Merlin: I’m sorry, did you want to do this??

Arthur, in a very quiet voice that we heard perfectly: balance?

After they got the DNA into the gel, we had more lab questions. I did them on my own, because they were pretty straight forward. But then all of a sudden there was a COMMOTION, and I looked up to see this:

Merlin: you dumb fuck that is *not* what the question is asking

Arthur: whoa whoa whoa. This is slander. First of all, no need to swear. Second, what is it asking then?

Merlin: it’s asking about how it would appear if there was 500 pieces of each FRAGMENT, not the entire set.

Arthur: yeah? Well I say we get Gaius to weigh in.

Merlin, practically ready to rip his hair out: FINE. Gaius?

Much to your shock, Arthur was wrong. But he didn’t seem surprised, just smug that Merlin had gotten so riled up.

At one point Arthur hit Merlin in the head with a meter stick. I don’t know why he had it. We didn’t even use meter sticks in this lab.

Merlin, deadpans again:

Arthur: social distant forehead flick!

We had to read details on what came next in the lab, so it went silent as we each read it. So, of course, Arthur started humming and snapping his fingers.

Merlin, not looking up from his packet: read

Arthur: I am!

Merlin, still not looking up: READ

Then they were both confused:

Merlin: wait so he said to take this out-

Arthur: uh huh

Merlin: pour this in-

Arthur: right

Merlin: do I just hold it down with one finger-

Arthur: you just. You gotta do it.

Merlin: for how long though?!

Arthur: we time it for 10 seconds. I think it says here.

Merlin: okay I’ll let you do it then.

Arthur: I don’t have gloves on. You have to do it.

Merlin: okay fine fine. I’m just going for it

Two minutes later:

[loud indistinct chatter of girls from another lab table]

Arthur, seemingly to himself: that’s hilarious

Merlin, literally doing the stressful part of the lab that Arthur is meant to be timing: what??

I think Arthur was banging his head on something at some point?? It was very loud. Merlin was just repeating that Arthur was annoying.

Arthur: -said something I missed-

Merlin: that’s rude. what if you have covid.

Arthur: I don’t

Merlin: you don’t know that. You might. Keep your tongue to yourself

Yeah im not sure I want to know what Arthur said either.

Arthur, talking to himself: I just want to do a lab right for once

Gaius, overhearing: you’re doing it right

Arthur: oh snap. you hear that Merlin?

Merlin, whispers after Gaius moves away: you ain’t doing shit my man

The worst part (and I mean the best part, that had me CACKLING) was during the wait for the gel staining.

They just had to sit with each other, doing nothing for 10 minutes. And they spent the whole time just saying “you’re an idiot” to each other, back and forth.

The other girl and I were just shaking our heads at each other the whole time.

While soaking the gel, they had to wait for 15 more minutes and I’m just gonna make a list of all that occurred:

Arthur sang “pretty woman” but only the chorus several times in a row

Merlin announced: “SCIENCE.” And I’m really not sure what it was over. But it sounded cathartic.

Arthur tried to touch something Merlin was doing and Merlin just swatted his hand and said “stop it”

Arthur: you’re not doing it right-

Merlin: *just glared*

Arthur got more water in the bucket and then immediately spilled on himself

Merlin threw paper towel in Arthur’s face

Arthur, to Gaius, while Merlin stepped away from the table for a second: do we rinse out the buffer bottle too?

he asks, AS he rinses it out

Gaius: I mean. Since you did it. Sure.

Merlin, comes back a minute later: wait what happened to the buffer? Arthur?? Gaius, was he supposed to rinse this out?

Gaius: ....well he did...so it’s fine

Arthur finally put gloves on and immediately whined about it.

Merlin was telling Arthur something about his dog, and I kid you not it was the most civil part of the entire encounter. Arthur’s voice brightened over the zoom

When the timer was up, Merlin almost fell out of his chair trying to reach for his phone, saying: NOT THIS ALARM. TURN IT OFF.

They needed to measure the fragment lines, and Merlin was reading off measurements, Arthur realized too late that he was supposed to be writing them down.

Merlin, says a measurement:

Arthur: I think that’s a little large for DNA

Merlin: what the fuck are you talking about

Arthur: -says his thoughts, I was trying very hard not to laugh-

Merlin: that is just not how it works buddy boi

They called Gaius to settle the argument, and he told them the numbers were fine.

Merlin: I told him DNA just works in mysterious ways

Arthur: oh so you’re saying science is magic now

Merlin: it’s like you purposefully misinterpret everything that comes out of my mouth

And then Merlin finally lost patience for the day, and honestly, I don’t know how he lasted as long as he did. He basically carried this entire lab.

Merlin, sing-songing and doing a little dance: I need to get this right. I’m doing this right (repeat)

Arthur, leaning over the table to look at Merlin’s measurements:

Merlin, still singing, swats at Arthur’s head with the ruler:

Merlin, doing math and saying out loud a number every once in a while:

-Moment of silence-

Merlin: I’m just pulling my numbers out of my ass

Arthur: oh good. Me too.

Merlin: guesstimation baby

And they didn’t forget about us:

Merlin, telling us his results:

Arthur, as if we hadn’t heard everything up until this point: but disclaimer, we don’t know shit

Yes Arthur. I think that’s very clear. But it’s okay. Me too.

Then, when we were all just writing down data, this occurred. And I was CACKLING, and I know Merlin saw me on the zoom just dying:

Arthur: where did my pencil go??

Merlin: I don’t know Arthur

Arthur: no but seriously where is it

Merlin: Arthur I don’t know

Arthur: bro

Merlin: if you ask me one more time

Arthur: well it’s gone!

Merlin: well it ran away because you weren’t using it

Arthur, clearly not hearing him: I’m so sad

Merlin: good

Arthur: did you take it. give it back

Merlin: did you check the floor

[chair SCREECH]

Arthur: you fucking saw it fall off the table didn’t you

Merlin, not looking up: it ran away from you

After some time, Arthur left to go to the bathroom.

Merlin: finally some fucking peace

Merlin, pulling the computer closer: don’t worry guys, he’s gone now. how are you guys doing

I spoke with him for a while, he asked me if I like AP Bio so far and I told him I have no idea what’s going on ever. He said “oh. Is that not what AP classes are supposed to be about?”

Overall, they are literally the best group I have ever been with while online and I’m requesting my teacher to put us with them again.

[djarinvibe]

Dreams (Din Djarin x F!Reader) Pt. 8

A/N: okay im so sorry this took so long, first of all. Second, this is going to be the last chapter of Dreams. I’ve honestly lost my motivation to write for this fic, and I have a new idea in the works. So, I’d like to thank you all so much for reading my little creation and I hope you continue to read my works in the future! <3

Warnings: mentions of labor, marriage, helmet reveal, fluff

Words: 3.0k

Disclaimer: The pregnancy may not be 100% accurate as I am not a doctor nor have I experience my own. All of the information I get is from maternity websites, so please bear with me. Thank you!

One and a Half Months Later…

“You’re supposed to be on bed rest.” The voice of Cara quickly caught your attention, prompting you to flip around. The woman stood in the entryway of the hut, arms folded with a smirk plastered across her face. 

“Lying in bed was beginning to hurt my back.” You responded, rubbing your large bump. It’s been one month and two weeks since Din had rescued you from Tuck. The three of you traveled the stars along the Outer Rim for a bit longer until your pregnancy became too hard to manage on the ship.

 It was then you decided to land back on Sorgan where you would deliver the baby, and probably stay until it was safe and you were healthy enough to continue your voyage. You’ve been here for about two weeks now, your due date approaching quickly. You’ve been instructed by the village's midwife to remain on bedrest until that moment, however sometimes it became boring, or painful.

“That excuse works for me.” She chuckled, walking further into the hut, “Maybe not your boyfriend, though.” 

You laughed in response, shaking your head at the woman. You were glad Cara stayed within the village; getting to see the woman warrior again felt special, like seeing an old friend. 

“Yeah well, I’m just glad he’s out working rather than hovering over me.” You smirked, looking out the window to see the man chopping wood nearby. He was surrounded by a few fellow men of the village, also doing the same task. It was nearly comical to see a fully armored man doing such a mundane chore. 

“He sent me to check on you.” Cara spoke, also gazing out at the man, “And to ask if you needed anything.” She added, looking back at you.

“I’m fine,” You spoke with a sigh, holding your belly. You could feel the child kicking, causing such a pain. You’ve been experiencing false labor pains for a few days now, however they have been getting progressively worse.

“Getting close, huh?” Cara questioned, noting the discomfort on your face. You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding and nodded at the woman.

“I just want to get it over with.” You sighed, slowly waddling back to your bed and away from the window. You sat down with a huff, leaning back to ease some pain. The sun setting outside signaled that Din was going to be returning to your hut soon. Omera should be returning with the child as well. Due to you being on bedrest, The woman and sometimes Winta, had begun to watch over the little green boy. He spends most of his time playing with the village children anyways, so it works out.

“Can’t say it looks enjoyable.” The woman warrior chuckled. She glanced over her shoulder just then, witnessing Omera gently knock on the door frame, asking permission to enter. In her arms she held the child, squealing happily. 

“How’re you feeling?” She asked after Cara nodded, allowing her in. 

“Like hell.” You responded with a pained chuckle as another minor contraction settled over your body. She quietly padded across the space, sitting down next to you on the bed. The child squirmed from her grasp, sliding off the sheets and landing on the wooden floor below. His head cocked in confusion, staring up at your sitting figure. 

“I think you’re going into real labor.” The woman murmured, hand gently rubbing your back. You took a deep breath as the pain passed, shaking your head in dismissal. Deep down you were scared, why wouldn’t you be? Within the next day or so, you’re going to have a physical baby swaddled in your arms.

“I don’t think I’m ready,” You whispered, looking between the two women. Cara put her hands up, backing away, while Omera only gave you a knowing look.

“I am no good at the whole… mom... thing. So, I’m the wrong person to confide in.” The woman warrior humored, folding her arms once again and leaning against the wooden wall. 

“I’ll be with you every step if you’d like, alongside with the midwife.” Omera continued to rub your back for comfort and smiled warmly. You’d met the midwife, Kandri, a day or so after coming back to the planet. She’s an older woman, her age proving her experience. Later that same evening, you learned that she was there the day Omera was born; actually, one of the first deliveries she had done since becoming a midwife.

“Please,” You nodded towards the woman, resting your hands on your bump. The pain had gone away temporarily, but you know that it’s going to come back. 

“Better let you get some rest.” Omera murmured soon after, “Send the Mandalorian to my hut when it's time. If not tonight, I’ll check on you in the morning.” She stood from the bed and tapped Cara on the arm, beckoning her to follow. The child crawled up the sheets hanging from the bed after the women left, eyes staring up at you tiredly. 

The sun had nearly fully set by now, leaving a dark purple to contrast against the silhouetted forest scenery around. You grabbed the child, kissing his little forehead as you tucked him in your arm. He cooed up at you, a smile crossing his cheeks. Standing up from the bed took you a minute, being unbalanced, but once you made it, you padded over to the child's crib and tucked him in. Just as you stood back up, you heard the familiar footsteps of the Mandalorian step into the hut.

“Cyar’ika, bed rest only.” The man spoke, dropping whatever was in his grasp and instantly walking to you. He rested his hands on your hips, flipping you around. 

“He wanted to be tucked in,” You defended, pointing down to the sleeping child. The man still shook his head, leading you back to the bed slowly. He helped you sit, before beginning to remove his armor piece by piece. You sat quietly, watching him do so.

You still haven't seen his face, not being married yet. When you reached Sorgan a few weeks back, you were curious as to when you would. The man hadn't talked of it since your time with the Armourer back on Nevarro, and secretly it's been bothering you. Of course you always respect his boundaries and creed, not pushing anything, but with the baby actually on the way now… 

“He could’ve waited until I got here.” Din murmured, sitting on the bed next to you and breaking your thoughts. He was fully stripped of his armor now, save for his underclothing and helmet. Your hand slipped into his bare one, fingers intertwining perfectly. You admired the tanned skin, noting the new minor cuts he’d received from the chores just as another contraction hit.

“Another false one?” The man asked as you squeezed his hand tightly. You shook your head no, eyes closed and brows furrowed in pain. 

“I’m in actual labor.” You spoke once the pain had calmed down, looking back up at the man's visor. Even though you couldn’t see his face, you could tell his body language had changed. He felt more tense now, and had gone nearly as still as a rock. 

“Okay.” He spoke after a few moments, finally showing signs of life.

“No need to panic,” You whispered, rubbing your thumb along his hand as an intimate comfort.

“I’m not panicking,” The man spoke as though you’d tempered with his ego, his voice low and stern. It made you let out a snort, shaking your head in humor.

“Of course you aren’t, my love.” You murmured soon after, patting his back. The man stood up afterwards and began to blow out a few of the lanterns lit around the room, dimming the lighting until it was a soft golden glow. You climbed into bed in the meantime, laying on your side with a large pillow made specifically to support your belly. 

“Would you like me to sleep with the blindfold tonight?” You asked the man shortly after he climbed into bed beside you. 

“Whatever is comfortable for you, cyar’ika.” His modulated murmur responded. 

“I would like for you to hold me,” You whispered, reaching for the blindfold sitting on the bedside table. You tied the fabric at the back of your head, blocking off your vision. When you reassured the man you couldn’t see, the hiss of his helmet releasing filled your ears along with the thud of him placing it on the floor. You felt his arm gently snake over your side and rest on your belly, efficiently pulling you into the little spoon position. It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep, the comfort of Din encasing all of your senses. 

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It wasn't until the early morning when your water broke. Luckily, you’d already climbed out of bed due to the contractions worsening. The Mandalorian wasted no time going to alert Omera as asked; you've honestly never heard-- being blindfolded still-- him get into his Beskar that fast before.

When he left, you changed out of the soiled dress and into a different one. You then grabbed the child from his crib, awake and cooing for breakfast. 

“Good morning, little one.” You spoke softly, rubbing your finger along his cheek. The boy squealed in response, a little giggle escaping him in the process. You waddled back to the bed, sitting down with the child in your arms, and held your breath as another contraction passed through you. 

This one hurt more than the others, worse than the most awful cycle cramp you’ve ever experienced. Clenching your teeth through the pain, you held your breath despite knowing you’re supposed to breathe. The child squeaked in confusion, and squirmed out of your grasp. He landed on the bed next to your figure, gently raising his hand and placing it on your arm; as though he was comforting you.

Just then, footsteps settled on the wooden stairs catching your attention. Glancing up, you watched as the Mandalorian returned with Omera and the midwife. The woman gave you a warm smile upon meeting your gaze. She stepped aside, letting Kandri and a 2-1B medical droid into the hut. Your gaze then caught the intense stare of Din’s visor. Though it blocked his real face, you could sense the concern radiating off him like a fire gives off heat. 

“Okay, my dear, I need to see how far you are.” Kandri spoke softly, her aged voice giving you comfort. You nodded, eyes then darting between Omera and the armor-clad man. The woman caught the hint and grabbed the child from next to you on the bed before turning on her heel, beckoning Din to follow.

Once the two of them had left, the midwife had you lay back on the bed. She was quick to check how dilated you were, knowing how uncomfortable the process is. The medical droid hooked you up to an IV that strapped to your body during, checking your temperature and vitals as well. Another contraction washed over your body, prompting a soft groan of pain to escape your lips.

“Oh honey, you’re so close.” Kandri murmured, standing up from between your legs. “Just a few more hours.”

“I want it over now.” You sighed as the contraction passed.

“That’s how I felt with my first.” The midwife smiled, recalling the memory, however her smile faltered shortly after, “He died to the Raiders last season.”

“I’m sorry for your loss,” You spoke sincerely, watching as the woman shrugged it off. You don’t know what you’d do if your child died. That’s something a parent should never have to experience.

“No reason to feel sorry. Your Mandalorian avenged him by getting rid of those stupid beasts.” She spoke in reference to your time spent previously on the planet. You had nightmares of the Raider that almost killed you for weeks.

“Get out of the hut, take a walk; It’ll help the process go by faster. I’ll be back in an hour.” Kandri added after a few moments of silence, gathering up her supplies. You gave her a nod, watching as she and the 2-1B medical droid left the cabin. 

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Sunrise through the lush forest was a sight to behold. Golden rays glowing through the fog ridden trees gave a wonderful contrast against the green scenery. Taking the midwife's advice, you and Din left on a walk while Omera stayed behind to watch the child. The two of you currently wandered along the outskirts of the village, taking in the fresh morning air, even though you’ve both been awake for a few hours now.

“How do you feel?” Din’s modulated voice asked, hand hovering on your lower back as you waddled next to him.

“Better now that I’m not stuck in the hut. And whatever that droid gave me is starting to kick in.” You mused, holding your belly as you walked. The chill morning air sent a shiver down your spine, but it was refreshing compared to the stale air of the cabin’s framing. You’ve been stuck in there for so long on bedrest, you nearly forgot how beautiful Sorgan is.

“Good.” The man murmured in response, his hand slowly rubbing your back. Another contraction washed over you, causing you to pause and breath through the pain. Din gladly offered himself as a crutch, his gloved hands rubbing your back as a show of comfort. As the pain passed, you were just grateful that your baby will be here soon and the whole horrible process will be over. 

Continuing on your walk, your hand found the Mandalorians as your eyes watched the local wildlife skitter about along the forest's edge, while alluring insects fluttered around the grassy meadow that separated the village from the forest. It was still so early that dew remained lingering on the foliage. Hardly anybody had exited their homes yet, leaving the village to appear quiet and serene.

In the bright golden glow of morning, surrounded by a lush forest and a dainty meadow, fingers intertwined with the man you loved, You couldn't have wished for a better moment to be alive. Maybe while not in the throes of labor, but nonetheless, it was still perfect. 

Din made no comment as he quietly guided you into the forest, deep enough until the village was no longer in view. Sunlight still poured through the trees, illuminating the morning fog. Little critters jumped across the grassy path, going about their business and paying the two of you no mind. 

“Where are we going?” You asked, waddling while trying to keep up the man. He finally paused his steps, content with how deep into the forest you’d gone. 

“Cyar’ika,” Din’s somewhat serious tone caught your attention. You moved your gaze from the surrounding scenery and up to his visor. The man stopped walking, grasping your hips and pulling you so you stood in front of him.

“Yes?” You questioned, raising a brow. His hesitancy to speak caused concern to wash over your body, your mind running a mile a minute. His hands moved from your hips and grasped your hands from your belly, holding them firmly. 

“Will you marry me?” His tone was soft, almost as though he was timid. Your shoulders released the tension they’d been holding and instead your heart picked up speed. Deep down, you'd been wondering when he was actually going to ask; ever since your encounter with the Mandalorian Armorer.

“Right now? How does that even work? I’m kind of in the middle of something…” You finished with a short laugh, your eyes casting down to your bump before greeting his visor once more.

“Mandalorian vows are simple,” He stated softly, “Just repeat after me.” You nodded, silently agreeing with the man. 

“Mhi solus tome,” The man began, the Mando’a language ringing like music to your ears. 

“Mhi solus tome,” You repeated, blushing at your pronunciation. 

“Mhi solus dar’tome,” He spoke the second line, hands gripping your own tighter. 

“Mhi solus dar’tome,” You murmured, eyes never leaving his visor. 

“Mhi me’dinui an,” The words floated from his lips easily, never stuttering.

“Mhi me’dinui an,” You felt like a bird at this point, repeating the man so carefully.

“Mhi ba’juri verde.” He finished, a smile overtaking his cheeks even though you couldn't see it. 

“Mhi ba’juri verde.” You reciprocated, the thump of your heart filling your ears. A soft giggle erupting from your lips disrupted the serious moment, joy overtaking your senses.

 Never in your existence did you think your life would have changed so drastically; and in such a short time too. Just months ago you were a scared woman on the run, married to an abusive asshole. The Mandalorian saved not only you, but also your baby. The same man that woke you up upon first greeting by pointing a blaster square in your face is now your husband.

Din broke your thoughts by giving your hands a gentle squeeze before releasing them. Furrowing your brow, you watched in confusion as he visibly took a deep breath, slowly raising his gloved hands up to his helmet. Your heart gained speed as realization clouded your senses. His fingers latched onto the piece of metal, the sound of releasing air filling your ears. You swallowed thickly, feeling as though time slowed while watching his face be revealed inch by inch. 

And oh.

Oh.

You felt tears well up in your eyes as the sight of Din filled your vision. 

You slowly raised your hand, placing it on his stubble-ridden cheek, thumb rubbing softly. He was just as handsome as you pictured. Soft, medium length, curly brown hair fell and framed his face. His eyes matched with swirls of amber and mahogany staring back, accompanied by a gently hooked nose, stubble, and chapped lips. 

“You're so handsome.” You murmured happily, a quiet, teary giggle escaping your throat. 

“You’re a sight for sore eyes.” The man responded, a grin taking over his face. The two of you giggled with tears threating to spill over, admiring each other. Din, however, wasted no time leaning down and capturing your lips against his. The hand not holding his helmet quickly gravitated towards your waist, pulling you as close as your belly would allow, while you placed both your hands on his cheeks, thumbs rubbing his stubble softly. Butterflies erupt in your chest as your heart fluttered at the sensation, your lips meshing together perfectly. 

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