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marvelmaniac715 · 1 day
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Dialogue that I'd love to work into a fic but I don't know where or how:
"Why are you afraid?"
"I'm not."
"Yes you are, you're terrified."
"I'm telling you, I'm not, what makes you insist that I am?"
"You're shaking."
"...It's cold."
"It's summer."
"...What do you think I'm afraid of?"
"Oh no, I don't think, I know."
"Alright then, what do you know I'm afraid of?"
"Me."
"Does that upset you?"
"Not as much as it used to."
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proneterror204 · 21 days
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"How much would you pay for john constantine's complete soul?"
In the middle of a JL meeting a white haired, green eyed boy floated upside down in front of Batman.
"200 million"
"Deal!" The boy said extending his hand. Which Batman shook. Then the boy disappeared. Leaving behind one full contract for the complete 100% soul of John Constantine.
Batman held the contract as he smiled, then he started to laugh. Everyone in the meeting was scared and John was sobbing.
( later Batman traces the money transfer to one Sam Manson.)
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rarepears · 5 months
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I don't know if Korea does couponing to the extreme like the US does, but let's say it does in Solo Leveling's version of Earth.
Sung Jinwoo would 100% be that guy who treats it like an extreme sport with 10 books of coupons stashed on his desk and when he goes to check out his $250 worth of groceries, he whips out his coupon BINDER and the cashier starts crying.
And then Jinwoo's receipt shows that he paid $2.14 for all of that.
That's the story of how Jinwoo and Jinah scraped by when he was still an E ranked hunter.
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capnko · 9 months
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I can totally see Batman slipping into "Brucie, playboy billionaire and philanthropist" in order to escape from captivity or something.
Being locked up with members of the Justice League would make it even more hilarious, especially if they don't know his civilian identity yet. Imagine this:
The League was recently captures by some aliens for god knows what purposes. They were trying to come up with a decent plan, but it was taking too long and Batman had a charity gala or a parent-teacher conference to get to, so he couldn't afford the time to conduct an escape plan. After a moment of consideration, he pulled off his cowl (causing the other members to freeze/choke/trip over in shock from this random af identity reveal like wtfthatsbrucewayne-) and called the two guards standing by the cell over.
Batman - THE Bruce Wayne holy shit - proceeded to shamelessly flirt with said guards, running his hand down one's chest and whispering into the other's ear. Apparently, they found the earthling really attractive and ended up turning to putty in his hands after a few moments. During the whole ordeal, Batman managed to snatch the oddly shaped keys off of one of the guards and slid it in his glove, efficiently hiding it.
He then proceeded to knock them both out, pull his cowl back on and open the chamber.
"Let's go."
"WAIT- hold up. You just- he just- I- I need a moment to process this."
"Not now. We need to get off this ship. I will handle the control room, Flash, you will ---"
(...)
Later Batman is going to suffer through an interrogation consisting of unnecessary screaming, stupid questions, and longing stares.
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samsayswhatever · 5 months
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Think of the Mobius variants
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Think of the fanfiction, my god
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eloquentmoon · 2 years
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romantic confession dialogue prompts 
"i can't pretend anymore."
"you need to know that i have grown to care for you. deeply."
"i've loved you since the moment i first laid my eyes on you."
"you deserve to know."
"it's you. it's always been you."
"are you really so oblivious?"
"there isn't anything that i wouldn't do for you."
"i was made to love you." 
"i cannot bare to be apart from you anymore." 
"please. please just listen to me."
"don't make me say it. i can't say the words."
"you are all i can think about."
"i can't fathom the idea of my life without you in it."
"i dream of you. all i do, is dream of you."
"i am so very in love with you."
"is it so obvious how infatuated i am?"
"for years i have yearned for you, in secrecy and silence."
"we have just met and yet it feels like i have known you for a lifetime."
"you are everything. everything."
"it hurts me, just how much i ache for you."
"i don't know if i can't bring myself to speak it."
"i know that this is not what you want to hear..."
"after everything you've done, i still love you. with all i am."
"it's true."
"i cannot stand you, and yet i also cannot stand to be away from you."
"please...say something."
"i feel your absence in everything that i do alone, in every place i go without you."
"your smile brings me so much joy."
"i'm falling for you."
"i am sorry that you found out this way."
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Ok so if this gets at least 100 notes Ill Start BSD fanfiction
If it gets more than that I'll actually have motivation to finish it
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Its too much i need to fuxking eat him
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Gobble inhale choke slurp chomp nibble gnaw suck chew gnash bite bite BITE BITE BITE
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little-flowers · 2 months
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The feminine urge to rewrite the heroes of Olympus series (specifically SON) and make it sadder (and more angsty)
Like Percy without Annabeth would go batshit insane right? Or should I say Perseus would go insane.
The whole Percy memory thing is kinda glanced over. He gets his memories back by MOA. The second he sees his Annie he’s okay. And then we’re done with it.
But what if it didn’t work like that? He loves Annabeth that bond hera wont break. But he doesn’t know everything about her. He knows thats his entire world. But he doesn’t know why.
Jason didn’t know about the legion. Or any of his time there. He still doesn’t have all his memories about that despite going home.
Why does Percy get that?
Imagine Him doing a move and leo being like “where’d you learn that?” And he just blanks, Luke’s name slipping from his brain.
Him back at camp, seeing someone (like clariesse or Katie. Not his best friend but they’ve definitely talked.) and them being happy he’s okay, and he just doesn’t know them. Them trying to remind him who they are. And he just doesn’t know.
Percy getting his Achilles curse memories back, and he doesn’t remember that its gone. Going headfirst into battle, unaware of the potential for injuries.
Percy hearing sally make a mean joke about gabe and he just doesn’t know who he is. He knows he hates alcohol. But not why.
Percy not remembering everything.
He knows what hurts but not why it does.
Yeah heroes of Olympus but sad
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the-wandering-mage · 2 months
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I've seen a lot of Batfam meets the Justice League fics where Batman has hidden his family. I'd really like a Batfam meets the Justice League fic where he doesn't try to hide his family no. The Batman who loves scaring people, popping out of shadows, disappearing into them, and overall just fucking with people, the head of the chaotic Batfam, he knowing that the other heros don't know a lot of what goes on in Gotham so he just pretends like they know. He tells them it's Oracle's system that runs watchtower and he make a bunch of vague references to the other bats knowing they are going to take it a different way. He doesn't try to hide his relationship with the other bats when his kids and their teams run into the Justice League. He just sits back and watches the chaos as the leaguers try to make their perception of The Batman fit with what they are seeing.
And his kids and their teams? Well they should have believed them when they said Batman was they're dad. It's not their fault they thought they were joking. Even Alfred is in on it making calls to watchtower and Titan's tower about being home in time for dinner and forgetting their lunches at home. Alfred is happy how this is bringing them together and that Bruce is making friends.
Meanwhile the Hero community is scared shitless about Batman's retired dad that doesn't have a no kill rule. They've never met him in person but the overall respect of the Batfam has towards Agent A as well as the fact he raised Batman makes them never want to meet him or for him to feel a need to come out of retirement.
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"oh Batman isn't the head of the Batfamily"
"what?"
"Agent A is"
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"who's scarier than Batman?", one of the leaguers asks rhetorically
Batfam member who pops up behind them from the shadows, "Agent A, he doesn't have a no kill rule"
"who's Agent A?"
"The man who raised Batman"
The leaguer who once referred to him as that old guy that answers the batcave phone: 😨
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inzenial · 4 months
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marriage - regulus black
TW: I do not condone or promote forced marriage or any form of abuse or mistreatment in relationships.
This text may contain triggering content for some readers, including references to emotional abuse and coercion.
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         ⋆。゚☁︎。⋆。 ゚☾ ゚。⋆
I woke up and glanced at Regulus sleeping next to me. I had always known that I would marry a pureblood wizard. My mother had drilled it into me from a young age that marrying well was the most important thing I could do. So when I was told that I would be marrying Regulus Black, I was not surprised. In fact, I was almost relieved that I would not have to go through the process of finding a suitable husband myself.
However, I was not blind to the fact that Regulus did not want to marry me. I could see the disdain in his eyes every time we were forced to be in each other's company. It hurt me that he could not even try to get to know me, but I understood that he had been forced into this marriage just as I had.
But it seemed that nothing I did could change his opinion of me. I tried to be kind to him, but he rebuffed me at every turn. It was clear that he did not want to be married to me, and I could not help but feel hurt by his rejection.
Despite my disappointment, I knew that I had to make the best of the situation. I was determined to be a good wife to Regulus, even if he did not want me. I hoped that one day he would see that I was not the enemy and that we could find some common ground. But for now, I would have to be content with being the wife of a man who hated me.
Regulus was on the other side of the bed just staring at the ceiling as if he hadn't a care in the world. He was silent for a moment before he spoke. "You know this marriage was completely unnecessary, right?"
"But what was the point in them arranging this? You know I hate you, right?" He kept staring at the ceiling.
"Yes, I do. For what reason, the world may never know," you respond, mumbling the last part as you go up to go to the shared bathroom in your bedroom.
"Probably to spite me." He said before slowly getting up and heading into the bathroom as well. He leaned against the wall as he looked at you in the mirror. He stared right through your eyes but it was clear by his expression that there was nothing but hatred towards you.
"What do you want?"
"For you to go away." His voice was a soft but cold as his eyes narrowed at you. You'd never seen him like this before.
"Well, I'm not going away, not for a long time, so maybe stop being so tiresome and just get used to this marriage because, whether you like it or not, you're married to me," you say, on the verge of yelling as you had about enough of him.
Regulus seemed to grow even taller as he stared down at you. 
"I'm the Head of House Black, my family's reputation is everything." Regulus paused before he took another step closer.
"You're telling me to get used to this?"
"Exactly. Good job of getting the point into your thick skull." You responded, still mad at him for complaining and blaming everything on you.
Regulus stared at you before rolling his eyes. "You know why we're married?" He asked.
"To ensure that I continue the Black family line." He was still staring at you. Your breath hitched just slightly as a cold wave washed over you. 
"So?"
"Do you know how children are made?" Regulus' tone changed as he looked down at you. He said as he took a step closer.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm only doing my duty." Regulus answered as he took another step towards you.
"No"
Regulus was silent for a moment. He seemed confused at your answer. "No?" He looked deep into your eyes.
"You understand this is our duty, right?" 
"Yes, I realise that, but I'm not doing it just to please our parents or for me to get pregnant. I'm also not going to do it with someone who hates me." You say this as you place both hands on his chest and push him back slightly.
Regulus took a step back, then let out a sigh. He ran his hand through his hair before looking back at you. He said nothing for a moment, but his eyes seemed to burn you.
"Our family needs a child, do you know what happens if they don't get one?" 
"We'll just tell them that we're trying and that it's taking longer than expected, but until you get over your hatred for me, I'm not doing anything with you." You say this as you move downstairs to make a cup of tea.
"And how do you think they'll respond to that when the time passes and you're still not pregnant." Regulus followed you into the kitchen. It was clear he was angry with you now which almost caught you by surprise.
"Well then, get over your hatred faster," you say with your back to him as you watch the kettle.
Regulus leaned against the wall once again and took a breath before talking. "Have you ever thought of why I hate you?" His tone shifted again.
"Yes, I have, and I cannot come up with a single reason why you do."  You turn to face him.
Regulus seemed to struggle to find the words to say. "I hate you because.. you remind me of my parents." Regulus said after a moment as he looked away from you.
His tone seemed softer now; he seemed sad—not angry, not cold, just sad. When he looked back at you, he almost looked ashamed.
"Our parents forced me into this marriage I did not want, just like how they forced me into everything else." Regulus was silent for a moment.
"Regulus,  I am not your parents; in fact, I'd like to think I'm the complete opposite, and I know you don't like that we're married, but we have to make it work." You say, softly.
He just stood there for a moment before he took a step forward and wrapped you in a hug.
"I'm sorry." He said as he tightened his grip on you. Regulus seemed more like a scared little boy than the man you had previously known.
You sighed and pulled away from him as you heard the screeching noise from the kettle.
"Let me make us some tea." Regulus said as he slowly went to the cupboard and took out two matching tea cups.
"You just sit down." He kept his back facing you while he prepared the tea.
"Thank you," you replied as you took the steaming mug from him.
Regulus took his own mug and sat down across from you.
He looked down at the table in silence for a moment before looking up at you. He took a sip of his drink and waited for you to do the same.
You start to take a sip from your mug, but it's too hot, and you burn your tongue slightly. 
"Fuck," you hiss.
Regulus smiled when you cursed and he couldn't help but chuckle slightly.
"Always wait for the tea to cool first." He warned you.
"Yeah, a bit too late for that." You smiled.
"You know, this is one of the first times I've seen you smile" Regulus took another sip of his tea before his eyes met yours once again.
He stayed silent for a moment before he said, "Do you think we could ever get along?"
"I think so, yeah."
"Can I ask you something?" Regulus' tone was serious as he looked at you.
"Yes?"
"Why did you accept our parent's proposition to marry me?" Regulus' tone was soft once more.
"Because you seemed nicer than the other options my mother presented me."
Regulus was silent for a moment before he sighed. He placed his tea cup down on the table and looked at you properly for the first time.
"Did you know I was going to be so... cold to you?" Regulus seemed to want to ask more questions. He looked almost nervous now.
"No, I didn't, but I got used to it, I guess."
"Why would you get used to it?" Regulus seemed confused. "I've been awful to you this entire time and you're okay with that?"
"Well, I wasn't okay with it, but nothing I said or did would change your mind, so I grew to sort of ignore the words that came out of your mouth."
"I'm sorry that I acted that way towards you, I'm a complete and utter arse." He spoke quickly. Regulus seemed to know full well that he was in the wrong. He had always blamed everyone but himself.
"No one is deserving of the treatment I've given you." Regulus didn't look away from you as he spoke.
"I'm not sure if I could forgive you right away, but this is good progress."
"I don't expect forgiveness. After how I treated you, you owe me nothing." Regulus took another sip of his tea.
In this moment, he didn't seem like a Head of House, he just seemed like a tired and overworked young man.
"I'm getting a bit tired; I think I might go take a nap."
Regulus looked tired as well. His expression seemed almost sad as he looked at you.
"You probably should." He stood up from his seat and picked up his mug.
"I'll get the dishes and then I think I should sleep as well." Regulus said in a more tired tone than you'd ever heard from him.
"Leave the dishes; we'll do them in the morning. You need to sleep too."
Regulus paused for a moment before he slowly nodded.
"Okay, thank you." He placed his mug into the sink then left the kitchen to head upstairs. You could hear him start walking up the steps.
You followed him upstairs to your bedroom. You went to the bathroom to quickly do your skincare routine and found him lying in bed under the covers.
When you walked into the bedroom you realised something. Regulus was in bed, half-covered by the sheets but he didn't appear to be tired, in fact, he was wide awake.
Regulus turned over to look at you and his eyes seemed to sparkle slightly in the dim glow. He stared at you for a moment before asking, "Can I ask you something?"
"Yeah?" You replied as you laid down next to him.
"Would you hold my hand?" Regulus asked. You could hear the tiredness in his voice.
He wanted you to hold his hand. It was a simple request, but it made something inside your heart flutter just a little.
"Yes, Regulus"  You responded, taking in his hand as you laid down and tried to sleep.
His hand was warm and you were glad to be able to hold it. It made you feel safe in a way you hadn't felt in a long time.
Regulus was silent for a moment before he spoke once again. "Thank you." He turned over towards you so he was facing you while still laying in bed.
Regulus' eyes seemed to close when you took his hand and began to lay down beside him. In only moments, he was fast asleep. It wasn't long before he fell into a dreamless sleep. His grip was slightly tight on your hand.
You lay in bed awake for a few minutes before you slowly fell asleep as well. Regulus was still holding your hand.
A/N : This isn't what I usually write but I went along with it. If you have any requests, send me a message.
-zoe  ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗
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proneterror204 · 2 months
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The Batfam think they know vampires.
They dont.
Especially since Cass has been a vampire the entire time.
She gets her drinks from the med bay, wears expensive high quality sunscreen and minds her powers. Most stuff the family believes in is movie propaganda. So imagine her surprise when a cute and tasty boy instantly recognizes as a vampire.
Danny has little experience with actual vampires. Most just comes from his godfather, who is a half ghost vampire, but its enough to recognize a beautiful vampire girl on his field trip in Gotham. He just has to ignore it and not draw attention to himself.
Oh God why is she following him?!
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rarepears · 4 months
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Hmmm, would a Tom Riddle who's been adopted and raised by a (time traveling) Percy Weasley be more incentivized to stick to politics rather than actual fighting and insurgency in order to push the changes he wanted to see in the Wizarding World?
(Imagine Secretary to the Minister Tom Riddle who grew up seeing firsthand the power and influence his adoptive dad wielded in politics by being able to control and manipulate the Minister with few people being the wiser.)
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petermurphysmugshott · 7 months
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Can we please- PLEASE! get a fic where Shanks and Buggy travel to an alternative universe where Buggy never ate the Devil Fruit 😣
One where Buggy is a great swimmer, hair short because long locks would slow him down, he smiles at Shanks, makes his love for him known and just seems more happy and the Shanks from the original universe is there to witness it all.
Make him feel quilt for accidentally 'ruining' Buggy's life. Make him watch the alternative universe Buggy smile so brightly and swim so happily. Make him watch his Buggy look at the one who never ate the devil fruit. Make him watch his Buggy, usually moody and sarcastic, smile with teeth in pure joy when seeing his au self be a great swimmer. Make him watch as the au Buggy feels no fear in leaping into the ocean. Make him realize the big differences of the two universes. Make him somehow travel back to their universe. Make him feel horrible. Make it angsty- Make it hurt! And at the end, make Buggy tell Shanks how he's forgiven him. How, even if he doesn't show it like the other universe's Buggy does, he loves Shanks. Make Buggy tell him he's happy and even if he still feels depressed about not being able to swim, life moves on.
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daisy-mooon · 8 months
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Sci-fi worldbuilding ideas for your city planets :)
If the planet is entirely city, where does the oxygen come from? Are their farms dedicated to producing oxygen? Special factories? Are there plants that produce oxygen very quickly all over the planet? Do you have to pay an oxygen tax?
Does the planet have natural water? Are the oceans untouched, incorporated into the city, or have they been drained and the water used for things in the city? What is it used for? Drinking, dams, hydroelectricity, food production, etc?
How deep does the city go? Has the planet been mined into to create more space? Is geothermal energy used? Are the bottom levels reserved for things such as sewage, electricity production, factories, prisons, etc?
What is transportation like? Are there roads, floating roads, or are trains and trams used instead? Are planes used? Is transportation fast enough to quickly travel across time zones?
How is food produced? Is it imported, or is it grown on planet? A combination? Think about greenhouses, factorised farms, vertical farming projects, etc. If oceans are left relatively untouched, is food produced in it? Are fish kept? Are there ration laws?
Are the poles less occupied than the rest of the city? Are they used for storing frozen goods, super computers? On a planet with no oceans, is ice and snow valuable?
The same goes for the equator of the planet. Is it more or less occupied? Is the heat used for anything? Are there solar panel farms? Air conditioning?
Are there parks and protected areas of nature? Ancient gardens, important forests, sacred land? Are there laws about chopping down trees? Are there farms for trees and plants? Are their plant shops, and are they expensive? In Star Wars, a part of Coruscant's highest mountain is a public monument that you can look at - are parts of mountains, rare ores, fossils, etc, preserved?
Not all sci-fi cities look the same. Coruscant has skyscrapers arranged in a very chaotic manner, stretching incredibly deep and incredibly high, and there is almost no plant life or natural parts of the planet to be seen. Xandar is arranged neatly with very similar style buildings whilst remaining relatively low rising compared to other city planets, and has lots of greenery and a fairly untouched ocean. Wakanda is relatively defined in layout, with a mixture of plants and buildings, houses and skyscrapers, with every building being unique. Draw inspiration from whatever you like.
Write whatever you want, even if it's common or cliche. It doesn't matter if it has been done before, because it hasn't yet been written by you.
Happy worldbuilding!
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leeloooonfire · 1 year
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Modern Steddie-Roommate AU
Bros don't kiss and make out on their couch during a Saturday night in their living room while The Great British Baking Show on Netflix runs in the background.
Bros don't want to suck each other's dicks and want to wrap their legs around the other's waist, pulling them closer just to feel them, you know? To feel the warm skin and the erratic heartbeat and maybe even their rock-hard penis tenting in the grey sweatpants.
And bros certainly don't do some research on anal sex because they want to dick each other.
At least, that's what Steve always thought before 2020 started, the world went to shit and he found himself in three months-long lockdown with his best friend Eddie.
However, suddenly he finds himself in his best friend's and roommate's arms more often than not - with lips bright red and swollen because of too many lingering kisses and Eddie sucking at his bottom lip as if his life depends on it.
And obviously, three years later he has to ask himself: How did that even happen?
"SERIOUSLY, DINGUS, WHO DID THAT HAPPEN?" Robin shouts at him over a glass of deep red Cabernet Sauvignon that looks far too fancy for the woman who he dragged out of a roadside ditch at three am after drunkenly falling over while trying to pee.
"Eh," he says very eloquently and shrugs his shoulders. "It just happened."
"But how does this just happen?" She says with a mock imitation of his natural bass tone, "It's not like he slipped over your disgusting floor while being naked and HOLE IN ONE, or whatever."
Steve winces, "Ugh, could you stop being so disgusting? It just happened, ok? We got drunk, we talked about sex as dudes sometimes do and realised that we haven't had some in a long while and since he's kinda hot and I'm just-"
"Horny all the time," Robin interrupts with a sardonic half-smile.
"- and I'm me, it happened," Steve rolls his eyes at her snarky remark and continues, "It's not like it's a bad thing."
"Dude, DUDE! You two are like 5 minutes away from signing your marriage contracts the way you're acting since Christmas 2020 and haven't even talked about feelings - like - ever, right?"
Steve thinks, now won't be the best time to tell Robin, that yeah - he and Eddie actually thought about getting married for tax beneficial reasons and because then he can ask for legal guardian ship for Max more easily.
"Riiiiiight," he says with an, he thinks, kinda unobtrusive tone, but Robin chokes on her wine, wheezes for a few heartbeats and then shouts over her shoulders towards the kitchen, "GOD DAMMIT, NANCY! Steve and Eddie think about getting married for real!"
"NO FUCKING WAY!"
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