unfortunately im not normal and have to insert myself into every piece of media i consume

NORTH STAR / PETER PRIOR

peter prior x wife!reader

SYNOPSIS: in the quiet dark of ennis, peter comes home to his exhausted wife and their newborn daughter, june. between sleepless nights, old tenderness, and the weight of the tsalal case pulling him away, she begins to wonder if the town is taking him from her too. but when danvers calls again, peter finally chooses the warmth waiting for him at home.

WARNING: none, just domestic angst and soft peter

WORD COUNT: 10k

NOTES: i watched season 4 of true detective just for this story and for finn...of course...so please enjoy the product of my very specific priorities. this is my little peter prior wife and baby agenda, and i’m fully making it everyone’s problem!!!

The first thing you learn about motherhood is that night does not end when the sun comes up. Not in Ennis. Not really.

There is no sunrise here the way there had been in Anchorage. No pale gold spreading across buildings, no morning traffic dragging itself awake, no coffee shop windows filling with steam and chatter while the sky bruised itself into blue. In Anchorage, even winter had movement. Even when the cold came down hard enough to sting your lungs, there were buses groaning through slush, people hurrying with their collars turned up, headlights blinking through snow, somebody laughing too loudly outside a bar, somebody calling someone else’s name from across a parking lot.

There had been life there. Noise. Proof that the world was still turning.

In Ennis, the dark sat low and heavy over everything. It pressed against the windows like a hand.

Words genuinely cannot describe how well written this was omfg like truly I don’t even know what to say! I could’ve read this forever and been eternally happy

“how did you get into writing” girl nobody gets into writing. writing shows up one day at your door and gets into you

"how did you get into writing" girl i've been tormented by the visions since i was eight years old

Mommy Katara

Okay so I know people talk about Robert’s dry sense of humor, his deadpan look on his face, the sarcastic quips he deals out without missing a beat. We saw a bit of heat in some of the lines in the game when he was being serious with the team, taking on that leadership role and being assertive.

But imagine Robert when he’s actually pissed off at you. Like, actual anger directed at you.

It could’ve been that he had a tough shift at the office. Or he forgot his lunch that morning when he was rushing out of the apartment, completely forgetting the meeting he had with Blonde Blazer and a few other higher ups to discuss next steps for the Z-team. Or how frustrated he’s been with the little-to-none progress on getting his Mech to work — he knows Royd is doing his best and it’s hard not having the actual astral pulse to work with for the power source, but can’t he catch at least one break this week?

The door slammed shut, startling you and Beef where you had been lounging on the couch. Ever since you and Robert got together, you ensured that he had more furniture than just lamps and that dingy lawn chair in his apartment — “Because there’s no way that I’m sleeping on a plastic chair nor am I fucking you on it, baby. We need something a little more sturdier.” with a wink from you at the end. To which Robert finally caved and once you moved in, the space transformed from a sad bachelor pad into a home.

When you glance over at Robert, he’s faced away from you and struggling with the zipper on his coat. He’s home a little later than usual, some pink dusting his cheeks from the wind outside. The weather has grown a bit crisper as fall settles in, hence the jacket. You hear him muttering to himself, only making out a few curse words before he throws his hands up.

“Fucking Christ — even my damn zipper has it out for me today.” You bite back a chuckle at that.

“Tough day today?” He stills for a moment before answering in a dryer tone than usual, a hint of frustration seeping through.

“No, what gave it away?”

You pause. Now, normally when Robert gets into one of his moods, there’s a couple typical outcomes:

If he’s sad and deep in his grief/guilt, he needs some space before coming to you to help tether him back to the now.

If he’s cranky after dealing with the Z-team or work-related stuff, a couple of beers and a nice, hot shower usually do the trick to turn around his mood (and a little bit of loving in the shower also helps).

This, however, is a new one because in the entire time you’ve known Robert, you’ve never been on the receiving end of his anger. You’ve only heard about it from Chase and a few team members, and have only witnessed a brief flare up when some creep was not taking “no” for an answer that one night you both went out for drinks after his shift. (In that instance, his anger was quite attractive and led to you give him a proper “thank you” once you got home.)

Any arguments you’ve had were somewhat small and even if they did get a bit heated, it was resolved fairly quickly. Which is why this was throwing you for a loop and the look Robert was giving you definitely didn’t help. A scoff left his lips.

“No response?”

You get up from your spot on the couch, slowly making your way to where he now stands in the kitchenette. You don’t know whether you should keep some distance or offer your touch to help soothe him.

“No, it’s just — you seem pretty upset. Did something happen with the team? Some bad calls today?” Robert’s eyes hardened at your last few words.

Oh shit, not good.

“Yes, I am upset. Thank you, Sherlock, for deducing such a complex reasoning behind my current mood. To answer your question, yes, something happened today at work. The synergy was off because a few people couldn’t get their heads out of their asses and work together with the people I paired them with, and we ended up with a lot of failed missions.

Of course, it all falls back on me because ‘Why did you put ____ and ____ together? They have terrible compatibility.’ and ‘You really weren’t on your A-game today, Robert. I expected more from you today.’

To top it all off, I forgot my lunch this morning, got coffee spilled on me in the break room before my first shift of calls, and got bitched out by Blonde Blazer for being late to an ‘important meeting’ with some corporate assholes that I didn’t even want to attend all because my team needs to work on building a positive persona that’s marketable to help boost the Phoenix Program, otherwise they’re going to scrap the program entirely and I’ll probably be out of a job.”

The whole time Robert was talking, you could see how tense he was and how worked up he was getting. God, he works so hard and nobody at the office really acknowledges that. If only they could see what he brings home, the things he carries throughout the day— You’re interrupted out of your thoughts by another scoff.

“Seriously? You’re not even listening to me. I have to deal with that type of shit at the office, I don’t need my partner to also do it at home.”

You frown. “That’s unfair. I was just collecting my thoughts—“ A humorless laugh comes out of Robert’s mouth as he reaches into the fridge for a beer and oh, you hate the condescending smile he has on his face. He cracks it open and takes a swig before speaking.

“Oh, that’s rich. Collecting what thoughts exactly? How I’m worthless at my job? How I can’t do one fucking thing right? Or how when I come home just wanting some goddamn peace and quiet you keep treating me like I’m some charity case you’re pitying.”

You bristle at that because not once in your relationship have you ever viewed or treated Robert like that. You tell him exactly that, firm in your tone.

“You and I both know that’s not true. I haven’t even gotten more than a few sentences out before you’re jumping down my throat about stuff that I wasn’t responsible for. And I thought we’ve been over this, baby—“

Robert slams his hand down on the counter, causing you to flinch. He points the bottle at you. “Don’t start turning this on me. I’ve had enough of that today from everyone else, I don’t need it from you as well especially considering you’ve been here all day doing absolutely nothing while I’ve been at work.”

You’ve recently been on leave from your job due to some health-related issues. Nothing too serious, but your doctor recommended you take a couple weeks off to rest and you had enough time off saved up that it wasn’t an issue with your boss.

Robert knows this. Hell, he was the one who convinced you to go to the doctor after you pushed it off one too many times. He knows how much you struggle accepting help from people, especially loved ones. He knows how much you hate going to the doctor. He knows all of these things and for him to bring that up now hurt a bit.

You wrap your arms around your torso for some self comfort, slowly shrinking into yourself. You don’t want to continue talking with how worked up he is and it’s not going to go anywhere. Robert huffs, then pinches the bridge of his nose and rolls back his shoulders.

“Listen, I don’t want to talk anymore. I’m going to go shower and get ready for bed, and I’d appreciate if you didn’t follow me.”

He grabs his beer, chugs down the rest of it and leaves the bottle on the counter before heading toward the bathroom, slamming the door once more.

You don’t register the slam of the door or hear the shower turning on. You feel a bit numb and sick to your stomach because did that really just happen? It feels like someone’s pulling a prank on you, albeit a cruel one, but a prank nonetheless because there’s no way Robert just spoke to you like that.

You finally move when you feel the cool tip of Beef’s nose nudge against your calf. You look down at the chunker, noting how even he seems confused at his dad’s behavior.

“You and me both, buddy,” you whisper to him.

You move towards the couch, grabbing your throw blanket. Telling Beef to “stay”, you slide open the glass door to the balcony and make sure the shades are shut because you don’t need Robert to comment on anything else to you tonight.

You curl up against the corner where the railing meets the wall and stare out into the neighborhood, replaying what just transpired over again in your mind.

You don’t realize you’re crying until you feel your tears drip down onto your crossed legs.

You stay out on the balcony for a long time, wondering where it all went wrong.

———————

Steam curls around the door as Robert exits the shower. He’s not sure how long he stayed in there, but it was long enough for his skin to turn bright red and for the room to become its own sauna.

He rubs at his hair with the towel around his neck, looking around for his sleep clothes. After searching for a moment, he finds them and slips into his pajama pants.

Before he can slide on his shirt, he pauses. He realizes that he can’t hear you in the living room.

Hmmm, I thought the TV was on when I got home. I could’ve sworn they were watching that one documentary they were telling me about.

He pads out of the bedroom, finding Beef lying in the same spot he was in earlier. Beef raises his head, but when he sees it’s only Robert, he lets out a small hmmph and lays back down. However, you’re nowhere to be found.

Robert’s heart drops.

It hadn’t been that long since I went in there, had it? He thought.

He glanced at the clock on the stove and sees that it’s only been an hour since he went into the bathroom. He grabs his phone off of the countertop, quickly dialing up your number.

Something trills from the couch cushions.

Robert feels a sense of dread curl into his stomach when he realizes it’s your phone, that corny ringtone playing that you set specifically for him (because “Mr. Roboto fits perfectly for multiple reasons, number one being obvious and number two being like a mixup of your name — Robert, Roboto. Pretty iconic if I do say so myself.”). Did you leave after he went to shower? He was planning on cooling off after your argument, needing to separate himself before he said something he regretted.

But didn’t I already? He thought self-deprecatingly, running a hand through his wet hair. Fuck, he really messed up.

He hadn’t meant to blow up on you as soon as he got home. He was actually hoping that you had popped out for an errand or were already sleeping so that he could have a moment to collect himself before engaging with you. He knows how bad his temper can be, especially after a bad day, and he’s done well maintaining it since you started dating. Today just set him off — maybe it was how caring you were being, especially since everyone at the office was also in a terrible mood and was not the most pleasant to converse with. Maybe it was because he knew you wouldn’t judge him for his emotions since you’re one of the only people that he allows himself to be “just Robert” around. Maybe it’s because you’re the one person that Robert trusts the most and values above all else, so he knows that this is a safe space for him to just let it all out (the good, the bad, and the ugly). None of that excuses what he said and reminds him how badly he fucked up.

Suddenly, the patio door slides open. Robert looks up and sees you — beautiful, kind, loving you — walk in with a throw blanket wrapped around your shoulders.

His heart sinks when he sees your red-rimmed eyes and the remnant tear tracks on your cheeks. He goes to speak.

“Sweetheart, I—“ You cut him off before he can get too far.

“Are you still angry?” He shakes his head and tries to move toward you, but stops when he notices you tighten the blanket around yourself like a protective shield.

From him.

Fuck, I messed up bad.

You nod slightly at his words. “Can I say something first?” Your throat is a bit scratchy from your earlier crying and from the lack of talking for the past hour, and it makes Robert’s heart ache in his chest because he caused that. It’s Robert’s turn to nod.

You take a shaky breath.

“I understand that you had a hard day at work and that things continued to go wrong, making it even harder as the day went on…. That doesn’t make it okay for you to take it out on me when you get home.”

Robert tried to interject, but silences himself when he sees the pure melancholy that’s on your face. Your breath hitches as you continue speaking. It’s clear you need to get this off your chest.

“It’s not fair of you to bring up me not working and throw it back in my face like I asked for it when you know that I’m dealing with some health issues. That was hurtful and unnecessary.

I also don’t appreciate your self-deprecation and saying that I’m only with you because I pity you. We both know that’s not true. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t love you.” At this point, you’re crying again because damn it you love this stubborn, emotionally complex, cranky man.

Robert’s eyes sting from his own tears. Your words ring true and he’s already beating himself up over what he said. You can see the wheels turning in his head and you decide enough is enough. You’re both obviously feeling like shit after the argument and you’re too tired to do anything else.

Soft. That’s all Robert feels as you wrapped your blanket-covered arms around him, engulfing him in all that is you. He breathes in your scent and feels the guilt clawing its way back to the forefront of his mind. You chime in before he can spiral.

“I can see you starting to blame yourself and you need to stop that, honey.”

His voice is muffled by your hair when he responds. “But I made you cry and I said some awful things. You’re right, it wasn’t fair for me to take out my shit day on you and to bring up you being off work, and everything else. Baby, I am so—“

You press your finger to his lips, effectively shutting him up.

“I forgive you. I actually forgave you while I was out on the balcony thinking. Just try not to do it again. I know it’s hard to control how you’re feeling, especially after a hard day. But I’m here for you to talk it out or if you’re needing space/quiet, I can give you that too. You just need to tell me.”

He nods against your finger, pursing his lips to press a kiss to your skin. You offer a meek grin at that and pull your finger away. Robert slides his hands around to rest on your lower back, pulling you ever closer to him.

“Can I make it up to you in any way, sweetheart?“

Before you can answer, a yawn slips out from your mouth. Robert chuckles at the sound.

“Cuddles in bed?”

“I think I can manage that along with some kisses.” You grin up at him before tugging him down for the first one.

“I like the sound of that.”

BONUS:

Beef picks his head up off the couch when he sees his two humans start leaving the room. Even though he’s a dog, he’s pretty perceptive when it comes to his humans’ body language and emotions. So when he sees that they’re touching each other like usual and not upset like earlier, he knows that things are back to normal.

He lets out his own yawn before jumping down and trotting behind them, ready to settle in for the night with his two favorite people (sorry Chase).

Finally.

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firstly, I apologize for any errors or if the story feels weird at certain part. And if Robert is a bit ooc. I was basing some of his emotion off of a few people in my life who have similar personalities to him and what they’re like when they’re very heated since I feel like he didn’t really blow his lid in the game (like this at least).

let me know what you think! I’m just writing what pops into my brain for ideas 😂

THE SUPERCUT OF US II

SUMMARY: it's been three years since you've seen robert. your break up wasn't going to go down in history as being the most amicable but was else could you expect after spending all those years together? but despite the souring end of your relationship, and all the years that have passed, there's something still there. lurking under the surface of all the hesitancy and skepticism. is the spark worth tending to? or will you both burn? 

PAIRING: robert robertson x afab!reader, slight robert robertson x invisigal.

CONTENT: childhood friends to lovers, to exes to..lovers? multipart series, reader has a hero name (Lume, Luminara), reader has a background and some trauma to be uncovered, loss of a parent, slight descriptions of an unnamed illness, reader does not have a relationship with their mother, slow burn, slight canon/timeline divergence eventual smut, mild angst (for now), robert can be a bit of a dick, and also has some trauma to be uncovered, no use of Y/N, pronouns used: they/them, little to no description of body type, and no description of complexion. tags to be added per chapter if necessary.

WORD COUNT: 8.2k

part i

a/n: chapter two is here baby! a little shorter than chapter one but i hope you all enjoy regardless! some scenes may seem a little ooc but i'm hoping everyone can pick up on the things i'm laying down. as previously stated this is my first afab/gn reader so if i missed anything pls let me know, the same goes for anything i may have missed in tagging! now lets see if this flops or not lol all banner and divider creds are in the tags, and more detailed credits at the end of the piece!

APRIL 2025. PRESENT.

After his meeting with Blonde Blazer, Robert feels even more confident in his decision. But despite that confidence, his plan isn’t foolproof. There is still the chance that the Z-Team walks away with the same mentality they have now. There’s the chance that they gain no new knowledge and refuse to learn or listen to a single thing Robert tries to offer them. But there’s still the other side of that coin. The other half of the percentage that still holds the chance this will be the thing that gets through to them. That, with this meeting and with this cut, they finally understand the reality of their situation and attempt to channel the potential that they all harness. The Phoenix Program is giving them the opportunities to change their lives, the chance to have a rebirth of their names. But there has to be a line. They don’t get to use the SDN as a get-out-of-jail-free card; they need to put in the work to be heroes. And Robert feels like he can be the man who makes that clear to them. 

Oooooo!!!! I love our reader so much!!!! They dont let Robert get away with his bullshit!!! Ahhh!!!!! I cant wait for the next chapter!!! I wonder if the Z-team is gonna give Robbie some issues, because they heard the argument in the breakroom?? And we know they like our hero Lume!! 🤭🤭💗💗💗

this definitely isn't lume's first run around with robert's tendencies to crash tf out so they know exactly how to put him in his place! im super excited for you to see how everything progresses!

THE SUPERCUT OF US

SUMMARY: it's been three years since you've seen robert. your break up wasn't going to go down in history as being the most amicable but was else could you expect after spending all those years together? but despite the souring end of your relationship, and all the years that have passed, there's something still there. lurking under the surface of all the hesitancy and skepticism. is the spark worth tending to? or will you both burn?

PAIRING: robert robertson x hero! afab!reader, slight robert robertson x invisigal

CONTENT: childhood friends to lovers, to exes to..lovers? multipart series, reader has a hero name (Lume, Luminara), reader has a background and some trauma to be uncovered, loss of a parent, slight description of an unnamed illness, reader does not have a relationship with their mother, slow burn, slight canon/timeline divergence eventual smut, mild angst (for now), robert can be a bit of a dick, no use of Y/N, pronouns used: they/them, little to no description of body type, and no description of complexion

WORD COUNT: 10K.

a/n: welcome to the series! super excited to have this out and see how you all enjoy it. this is my first gn/afab reader so if there's anything I missed in here please point it out to me! along with any missed tags as well! I hope you enjoy and lmk what we're thinking so far! all banner creds are in the tags, and more detailed credits at the end of the work!

part ii

An infinite amount of thoughts run rampant in your mind at any given moment. It wards sleep away from you half the nights of the week, it distracts you from your daily routine, and slowly takes more and more away from you every passing day. You fear that you may never be able to find a way to silence them. But the one that always manages to push itself through the crowd to make itself known is: whether or not your father would be proud of you. 

You were on the edge of eighteen when your father passed. The man you knew, larger than life and full of energy, was taken away from you far before he died. In the end, he was bedridden, thin, and paled, but he still managed to find the energy to show how much he loved you every time you came to visit him. Your logical mind tries to undo all the damage that’s been inflicted upon you by saying, Of course, he would be proud of you. That your hiatus from hero work doesn’t erase all the good you’ve done - the work, the blood, sweat, and the tears you put in this life; that despite it all, you’re still a hero. Logically, you know that he would be. But you still can’t find it in yourself to believe it. 

Oh wow!!! I adore your writing style!!! You make the main character seem so relatable and real!!! And I cant wait for the the enemies to turn into friends!! And then lovers!! 🤭🤭🤭💗💗💗💗

I cant wait to read the next chapter!!! Lume and Visi might be my favorite platonic relationship after Chase!!! 🥰🥰🥰

thank you so much!! comments like these literally MAKE my day so I cant thank you enough for taking the time leave your thoughts!! im so happy youre enjoying the series so far 🩷

put down that c.ai thing and read y/n fics like god intended.