#and the right people will love me for it!!!

[rosemaryhoney27]

Gotham's Sunshine Child part 1

No one knew when exactly Danny Fenton had arrived in Gotham. One day, he was just there—a quiet, gangly sixteen-year-old with a ratty backpack, a stitched-up hoodie, and a smile that could melt the icicles off Victor Fries’ heart. The city hadn’t noticed him at first, too preoccupied with surviving itself. But Danny? Danny noticed everything.

And when Gotham finally turned its eyes toward him, it fell in love.

It started with a mugger.

That particular evening, a man with shaky hands and a knife cornered Danny in an alley just off Crime Alley. Standard Gotham fare. But instead of fighting back or running away, Danny had blinked at the mugger, reached into his pocket, and handed over the cash.

"Here. It's not much," he had said, voice warm. "But there's a soup kitchen two blocks from here. Tell Lisa I sent you. She makes killer lentil stew."

The mugger, stunned into silence, had only managed a confused nod before running off.

Three days later, the same man showed up again—cleaned up, holding a broom, working at a local deli. He later admitted to the cops (and a very baffled Red Hood) that “the kid” had told him he could do better. And he believed him.

It didn’t stop there.

A homeless vet who used to sleep under the old train tracks suddenly had a place to stay and a job fixing bikes. When questioned, he simply said, “That kid gave me his sleeping bag and a flier for a mechanic shop hiring. Then he dragged me there himself.”

Danny did that sort of thing all the time.

The Bat-Family was at a loss.

“He’s not a meta,” Tim had insisted after three all-nighters of research and very little caffeine. “Or, well—maybe he is

but that’s not the point. He’s just… a kid.”

“Who’s doing more good than half our rogues’ gallery does damage,” Barbara added.

“He’s too soft for Gotham,” Jason had snapped once, furious after finding Danny curled up on a park bench in December because he’d given away his coat. Again. “This city chews up people like him.”

But oddly enough, Gotham didn't chew him up.

Instead, Gotham protected him.

Word spread fast. You don’t mess with the Sunshine Kid. Thieves wouldn’t rob him. Dealers would steer clear of his usual paths. Kids in gangs would warn others: Don’t touch the kid in the patched-up hoodie. Even the alley cats followed him around like a pack of miniature bodyguards.

One night, Scarecrow tried to gas a block Danny happened to be on.

The gas didn’t work.

Danny had walked right through it, calm and kind, helping others out of the fog with a hand over their mouths and gentle instructions. The toxin, later analysis showed, had no effect on him.

"I don’t scare easy," Danny had told Nightwing afterward with a shrug.

Which made sense, in retrospect—after all, what was fear to a boy who had already died once?

[arminsumi]

Among the most unpredictable events in your friend group was the possibility of you and Suguru falling in love with each other.

You two were just totally incompatible, argued far too much, never enjoyed each other's company — Suguru's even scowled at your appearance on a night out more times than you could count, even going as far as to let out a disappointed sigh when he saw you turn up at Satoru's parties.

"What's wrong, you lost feelings for me, baby?" you joked.

Under Satoru's watch, Suguru refrained from lashing out at you. What you had said to him last time was unforgivable, but he had to keep it together for his best friend.

"Oh, no, not at all. I'm just overjoyed to see you tonight." he replied sarcastically.

This is when your lips curl into the flirtiest little smile at him, and he looks right into your eyes.

Lightning quick, you're looking away from each other and swallowing uncomfortably.

He doesn't like you. He really doesn't.

That's why he keeps near to you all night — to scrutinize you, right? Yes, as he always does. He does know the most about you, more than anyone else in the group does.

And when he dances with you, the excuse is that he's too drunk to be aware of just what he's doing.

Ah, drunkenness.

It's the rum, it's the hazy night, it's the obligation he feels towards Satoru who regards you highly — Suguru loves blaming anything and anyone but himself for the way he behaves around you.

You.

"This doesn't mean I like you, I'm just putting on a show for 'Toru..."

"Aw, you can keep on lying, Suguru; with a voice like that I'll believe just about anything you say." you murmur back against him.

A violent heat rips across his cheeks. He has you in his arms, pressed tightly to his throbbing chest.

He's totally dumbstruck with silence after your reply, so much so that he doesn't catch Satoru's smug little smirk coming from across the room as he watches the two most 'incompatible' people in his friend group get along.

Ah, and he watches the two of you getting along so well, in fact, that a few minutes later, Suguru is leaning down to kiss you — oh you, the worst girl in his world.

[ofstarsandvibranium]

Mr. Oblivious

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Reynolds x F!Reader

Summary: Bob is sometimes oblivious to the fact that people find him attractive and/or like him. One of those people includes you.

Warning: a little bit of angst

Marvel Masterlist

You thought you were being obvious, but, turns out, Bob is just oblivious. You're not sure how else you can show him that you like him, other than spell it out in big, bold letters "I LIKE YOU!"

Even then, there's a chance he might interpret that as you liking him as a friend. So, you just kind of settle in your puddle of frustration.

But you can't be mad at Bob. No way. It seems like he's not used to garnering any positive attention to himself. You can tell from the way he blushes and shies away from any compliment you give him, or how he brushes off nice comments about him and counteracts with a self-deprecating comment.

It kind of pains you that he feels unworthy of such adoration and attention, like it seems ridiculous for someone to genuinely like him.

But you try your best. You give him well-meaning and thought out compliments, ones you know to be true in your heart.

And how does he responds, with a shrug and a blush.

It is sometimes cute how oblivious he can be.

You and he ran errands together while the others were on a mission. John wasn't assigned on the mission, but he wanted to stay at the tower and sulk. So it was just you and Bob.

You were checking out at the grocery store when the cashier looked at Bob and said, "Your hair looks so soft. Can I touch it?"

Bob was like a deer in headlights for a moment until he responded with, "Oh, um, sure."

He awkwardly leaned in and the girl ran her fingers through his hair. She giggled and proceeded to ask Bob his hair care routine. You weren't a jealous person, but also Bob wasn't technically yours so you had no right to be jealous in the first place. But also, you found the interaction a little amusing. The girl clearly found Bob attractive and, honestly, you couldn't fault her for her forwardness.

"I don't know, I just shampoo and dry it with a towel." He gave a shrug and a polite smile.

"What kind of shampoo?" the girl leaned in and batted her eyes at Bob.

He leaned back, confused why she was getting closer, "Oh, uh, I forget. Y/N?" he asked.

"Head and shoulders, I think," you answered with a smirk.

"Yeah. Head and shoulders." Bob replied back with a nod.

"Guess I'll try it out sometime," she gave Bob a wink as you paid, trying to hold back a laugh.

After grabbing the receipt and your groceries, you both exited the store. Bob smiled, "She was nice."

You chuckled, "She was flirting with you."

He paused in his step and looked at you confused, "She was?"

You nodded and hummed, "Mhm. It was cute though. She was cute. Did..you wanna ask for her number?"

Bob looked back into the store and looked back at you, "I'm okay." He continued his trek back to your car.

"Not your type?" you asked jokingly, but also you were curious.

"Ah, I'm-I don't know if I have a type. When I was younger, I sorta just dated anyone who was interested in me...don't know if anyone would be interested in me now."

You pursed your lips at the last bit and you wanted to shake him and yell in his face, "I'M INTERESTED YOU, DUMMY!" But you didn't want to overwhelm him, so you continued to keep your feelings to yourself.

It all came to a head when it was post a successful mission. Alexei ordered pizzas and you all were lounging around the living room of the residential floor. People sipping on their respective alcoholic and non-alcoholic drinks.

The random conversations and constant bickering and bantering eventually led to a conversation about each other's love lives.

Seemingly, the only one as close to a love life was John, but it's still iffy.

"What about you, Bob?" Yelena asks. Everyone's eyes turn to him and he's frozen for a moment.

"Uh, what about me?" he asks.

"What are your views on love?" Ava asks before taking a swig from her beer bottle.

"Oh, uh, I don't think I've ever been in love or truly experienced it. Never found anyone who, uh, really loved me, I guess."

"Well, we love you," Yelena says, patting his knee, "In a familial sense."

John snorts, "All of us, but one."

You glare at John and he shrugs, "What? It's not like he knows!"

"Knows what?" Bob looks at you, to John, and back to you.

"Walker," Bucky says his name in a warning tone, "Don't."

"The kid's oblivious! He obviously doesn't know that Y/N is in love with him!"

The world seemed to pause in that moment. People held their breaths as they all turned to you. Seething, you stand up and dump the rest of your drink on John's head.

"What the fuck!"

"Deserved," Ava said.

Yelena shakes her head, "Always have to be such an asshole."

You place your glass onto the coffee table and, without another word, headed upstairs.

Once you're gone, everyone turns their heads back to Bob. He gulps, "Y/N's in love with me?" He starts fidgeting with the sleeves of his sweatshirt, "I-" he looks at his found family, "What do I do?"

"Confess your love."

"Give her some space."

"Fuck, if I care."

"Talk to her."

"Walker, shut the hell up!"

Bob abruptly stands, overwhelmed with the various answers he's receiving. That's when they all go quiet.

Bucky clears his throats, "Do you have feelings for her?"

"I-Yeah. I do."

"Then tell her."

"Okay," he replies and then heads upstairs to find you.

He checks your room, which is across from his, but you're not there. Then he hears a curse from John's room. He pushes the door open to find you kneeling at John's bedside table.

"Y/N?" you freeze and look over your should.

"Uh...hi?"

Bob can't help but smile. He crosses his arms over his chest, leans against the doorframe, and asks, "What're you doing?"

"John's a dick so I left his tv on to play Cocomelon videos on repeat and I'm gluing his tv remote to the bedside facing down so he can't turn it off."

Bob chuckles, "That's...fun."

"Yup," you murmur and go back to adding more glue onto John's remote, "You don't have to say anything to me. We can just pretend that never happened."

Bob walks further into the room, "Why?"

"Don't want it to ruin our friendship, so we'll just pretend it's not true."

"But is it?" You stay silent and Bob continues, "Is it true you're in love with me?"

You shrug, avoiding his gaze, "Does it matter?"

"Well...yeah. The one person who means the most to me, loves me back. So yeah, it matters."

You take in what he's just said and your heart beat quickens. You slowly stand and look at him, "You feel the same way?"

He shrugs so nonchalantly, "How could I not?"

You can't help but laugh in disbelief, "Why didn't you say anything?"

"Probably the same reason you didn't. Scared and didn't want things to change. Also...I don't feel like I deserve you. I mean, I'm not the best person. I have a shitty past and still kind of a mess and-" his words get stuck as you rush forward and press your lips to his.

He's taken by surprise so by the time he starts to kiss you back, you pull away, "Please don't talk about yourself like that. You're not a bad person, Robby. It's okay if you have a shitty pass, because, newflash, we all do and now we're all fucking Avengers! Also, it's okay if you're a mess. You're working on yourself and that's a good thing." you swoop away a curl that got into his face, "I wouldn't have fallen in love with you if I didn't see something in you that's worth loving."

He nods, "Okay."

"I love you."

"I..I love you too."

You lean in and he rests his forehead against yours, "I do have something to request of you."

"Yeah? What?"

"You need to be more situationally more aware because I was so obvious I had feelings for you."

He pulls back with furrowed brows, "What? No, you weren't."

"I was! So painfully obvious!"

"She was," John says as he appears in the doorway, "Also, why're you in my room?"

You pull away from Bob and shrug, "Thought I saw a mouse go into your room. Good night!" you tug on Bob's arm, leading him out of John's room.

You two go into yours, locking the door behind you.

Down the hall, you hear John yell, "DID YOU GLUE MY REMOTE TO THE TABLE?!"

[gayeddiejuice]

🚨🚨 boots on the ground reporting 🚨🚨

ok just got off the phone with my friend, she is the mvp called me as soon as she clocked out while she walked to the train.

ok. first things first i asked. we’re they nice? and she said YES she said they were probably the easiest table anyone had she felt bad for everyone else cause she kept seeing all the handlers running back and forth and she was just chilling pretty much. she said they dinner was pre ordered but they didn’t eat much of it cause they probably ate at the pre party event. she was also like “did you know oliver is vegan?” LOL anyways. as the main handler the job is to make sure the vips have everything they need, so for example she would take all their food orders and then send it to the kitchen and then there’s a team of waiters who bring the food, the handler never leaves the table you have to be there in case they need anything.

she said since their team preordered most of the food it made her job so much easier, she basically just stood by their table all night just in case they needed anything. she did order lots of drinks tho she said they drank A LOT 😂😂 but it was mostly for all the people that kept coming over to their table, apparently they were super popular people from other shows kept coming over to talk to them. also lots of the other guests which is mostly just the advertisers, that’s the whole point of the party abc/disney has all these celebs there to mingle with advertisers to get them to sell stuff on their network. and she said everyone wanted to come to the 911 table!!

after the dinner portion the actual party starts and that’s when things get hectic cause the vips always scatter and if you’re their handler you gotta know where they all are at all times. i do not miss this job btw it gave me major anxiety.

during the party they pretty much stuck together which made her job so much easier and she said they all remembered her name when she only told it to them once when she introduced herself. listen she doesn’t know anything about this cast she kept calling them the girl and the asian guy or the two hot guys. which. yall. she said they were all extremely beautiful she said she kept blushing cause ryan (she fell in love with him btw) kept calling her by her name and asking her questions and he kept organizing the plates and glasses on the table to make it easier for the wait staff to pick up.

other than that she said later in the night she kept losing track of them cause again they were so popular 😂😂 mostly aisha, she said she seemed to be friends with EVERYONE and she said, i repeat she knows nothing about rpf she didn’t know what her words would mean, she said ryan and oliver (the two hot guys) hung out together the whole night especially once kenny left, she said he left at like 8 right after dinner, and aisha kept going to talk to other people but ryan and oliver stuck together all night. I said oh im so sure. 🤭

that’s pretty much it, i asked if she could hear their convos and she could but she didn’t really pay attention cause she didn’t recognize any names. she did say that they were all cracking jokes all night and they laughed a lot which idk warms my heart 🥹🥹

btw ryan and oliver did leave together and i think they were going to either go somewhere else with other people or they were having like an after party at the hotel? cause they kept telling people yeah we’ll see you “after” she didn’t really catch where “after” was but when they said bye to aisha ryan said “see ya at the hotel” and oliver told her to not take too long 😂😂 so idk I guess they’re still partying.

[inlovewithjemily]

These are just a few of the reasons I LOVE the LGBTQIA+ community so much!

It's always important to remember what being a part of a community like this means. For me personally it means home, it means love, friendship and safety but for millions of people across the world right now it's the opposite, with everything going on in the world (especially with the recent rulings in the UK and USA) it's easy to forget that not everyone has a safe space in the world, they're being persecuted and hated for just being themselves!

Remember people, be there, be seen, be careful, be proud but above all be kind!

And on that note, if you need a friend, a place to vent or rant about anything that's going on in your life then my inbox and DMs are open to all who need a friendly face and listening ear.

If your family don't accept you then I'm your family now. Go eat, drink some water, and take your meds!

💜💜

[exhaled-spirals]

« "Oh, I've always sucked at maths!"

I’m getting a little blasé. This must be at least the tenth time I’ve heard that remark today.

Yet this lady has been here at my stall for a good fifteen minutes, standing with a group of other passersby, listening attentively while I describe various geometrical curiosities. That’s how the conversation started.

"But what do you do for a living?" she asked me.

"I’m a mathematician."

"Oh, I've always sucked at maths myself!"

"Really? But you seemed to be interested in what I was just talking about."

"Yes… but that’s not really maths… that was understandable."

I hadn’t heard that one before. Is mathematics, by definition, a discipline that can’t be understood?

It’s the beginning of August, in [...] La Flotte-en-Ré, France. In [the] small summer market, I have a pop-up – there is henna tattooing and afro braids to my right, a mobile-phone accessory stall to my left, and a display of jewels and trinkets of all kinds opposite me. I’ve set up my maths stand in the middle of all this. Holidaymakers stroll peacefully by in the cool of the evening. I particularly like doing maths in unusual places. Where people aren’t expecting it. Where they are not on their guard…

"Can’t wait to tell my parents I did some maths during the holidays!" a high school kid says to me, after stopping by my stall on his way back from the beach.

I do have to catch them unawares. But you’ve got to do what you’ve got to do. This is one of my favourite moments: observing the expression on the faces of people who thought that they had fallen out with maths for good at the instant when I tell them that they have just been doing maths for fifteen minutes. And my stall is always crowded! [...]

No matter how much this amuses me, on balance I find it upsetting. How has it come about that we need to hide from people the fact that they are doing maths before they can take some pleasure in it? Why is the word so frightening? One thing is certain: had I put up a sign above my table proclaiming ‘Mathematics’ as visibly as ‘Jewels and necklaces’, ‘Phones’ or ‘Tattooing’ on the stalls around me, I would not have had a quarter of the same success. People would not have stopped. Perhaps they would even have turned away and averted their gaze.

And yet, the curiosity is there. I observe this every day. Mathematics may scare people, but it also fascinates. Many, who don't like it, would like to like it—or at least to be able to peep at will into its murky mysteries. Many think it is inaccessible. But this is not true. It is perfectly possible to love music without being a musician, or to like to share a nice meal without being a great cook. Then why should you have to be a mathematician, or someone exceptionally clever, in order to be open to hearing about mathematics and to enjoy having your imagination tickled by algebra or geometry? It is not necessary to delve into the technical details in order to understand the great ideas and to be able to marvel at them. »

— Mickaël Launay, It All Adds Up: Humans and Mathematics From Prehistory to Modern Day

[beloveds-embrace]

(p2 of john price x reader who basically manifests him into her life)

It turns out that Captain John Price is, unfortunately, not a fever dream conjured by stress and blackberry pie. He is very real, very present, and very much making himself at home in your cottage.

The next morning, you wake to the unmistakable sound of your mother cooing like a particularly smitten dove. Your heart sinks as you stumble out of your room, still trying to rub sleep from your eyes.

There, at your kitchen table, sits John- completely at ease, like he’s been your husband for years. He’s drinking your favorite tea blend, bulky frame almost dwarfing the chair, and he’s listening attentively as your mother babbles on about your so-called “devotion.”

“Oh, she was absolutely heartbroken when she thought you wouldn’t come back,” your mother gushes, practically swooning, and your father nods his sagely alongside her tale. “You should have seen her, sitting by the window with her knitting, sighing over those letters. I’ve never seen a girl more in love. My poor daughter!”

John hums appreciatively, lips twitching into that insufferably smug smirk as he glances over at you beneath his equally insufferable beard and mutton chops. “Could tell from the letters,” he says, eyes practically sparkling. “All those sweet words. Such a lucky man I am.”

You grit your teeth, feeling the vein in your temple throb. “I was trying to avoid Thomas.” You mutter, but your mother (thankfully) doesn’t hear you over the sound of her own gleeful rambling.

“Oh, and when she baked those little honey cakes just because you said you liked them! I told her it was too much, but she wouldn’t hear of it.”

You freeze. You most definitely did not bake any little honey cakes. Your mother, bless her meddling heart, is getting so caught up in the fantasy she’s started making things up. You shoot her a glare, but John is already giving you that half-lidded, knowing look.

“Honey cakes, eh?” he rumbles, sounding far too interested. “Didn’t know you were so sweet on me, lovey.”

You snatch the teapot from his hands and pour yourself a cup, resisting the urge to pour it over his head instead. “Don’t get used to it.”

Your mother beams, entirely oblivious to your silent war. “Well, I’ll leave you two to catch up. So happy to see you’re finally together!” She bustles out the door, humming cheerfully, and drags your sagely smiling father along with her.

The moment she’s gone, you whirl on John, a fierce glare on your face. “What are you doing?”

He leans back, stretching leisurely, his grin nothing short of wicked. “Having breakfast with my wife. Not how I pictured it, but it’ll do.”

You scoff. “I’m not your wife.”

Price shrugs. “Your letters say otherwise. And your mum’s convinced enough. Can’t exactly leave you now, can I? Wouldn’t be right.”

Your mouth opens, then snaps shut. It’s as if your own trap has snapped back at you, jaws clamped tight around your life. You cross your arms, glowering, and think of something else to say. “You’ve got a lot of nerve, barging in here like you own the place- drinking my favorite tea blend, too!”

He just looks at you, eyes twinkling. “Funny. That’s not what you wrote. Said you missed me. Said you’d make me the sweetest of teas. Said you just couldn’t wait for me to come home.”

“That was fiction, you horrible man!” You hiss, but he just chuckles, entirely unbothered.

Otjer than John, though, you also had another problem that was also caused by him; wedding preparations, the bane of your existence as you’ve come to realize.

Some people look forward to their wedding day- the flowers, the vows, the promise of a life shared. You, however, never pictured it like this, and never expected your “fiancé” to be a man who waltzed into your cottage like he owned it, dropped a stack of letters on the table, and declared himself your soon-to-be-husband. You certainly never imagined he’d take to it so naturally, like he was born to sit at your breakfast table and make himself comfortable with your family.

Your mother, thrilled to bits and practically floating on a cloud of matrimonial bliss, has begun planning the “official” ceremony. Blissfully ignoring your protests (and your thinly veiled threat to elope with the next traveling bard) because she assumes her sweet, beloved daughter is just nervous, she’s already halfway through arranging the entire affair. John, meanwhile, seems to find the whole ordeal oh so terribly amusing.

You find him at the kitchen table one afternoon, carving a piece of wood into something vaguely useful. He’s taken over the end seat- like he’s the head of the household now, of all things, and your father merely laughs sagely- and seems perfectly content to whittle away while you stew in frustration. His coat hangs on the back of the chair, sleeves rolled up, revealing the strong forearms that seem permanently smudged with wood dust and effort.

The door bursts open, and your mother flutters in like an overly enthusiastic magpie, clutching swatches of lace and muttering about floral arrangements as if the fate of the world depends on which flower goes where.

You can practically feel your sanity slipping through your fingers like the flour dust you use in your baking.

“Oh, I’ve spoken to Mrs. Beech about the flowers- she says lilacs would be perfect for the bouquet. Don’t you think so, John?”

Fuck you, Mrs. Bitch-

John doesn’t even look up, his knife still scraping curls of wood from his project. “Lilacs. Sounds nice.” He says with that slow, sure nod of his, like he’s contemplating the tactical advantages of the flower choice even though you just know he has no fucking idea what flowers lilacs are and just knows them by name, not shape.

You glare at him as if sheer force of will could make him combust. “You’re not helping.”

He finally lifts his gaze, an eyebrow raised, amusement curling along his lips, while your mother now frets and flutters around your father. “Don’t think your mum would take ‘no’ from either of us, love.”

You slump back in your chair, arms crossed tight against your chest, trying to will away the traitorous warmth blooming in your stomach. Curse him and his voice. “… I was hoping to at least have a say in my fake wedding.” You mutter in the end.

“Now, now,” he drawls, leaning closer, his voice dropping to that familiar rumble that makes your stomach do a little somersault- so much worse (better) than his usual voice. “A proper husband lets his wife plan the details. I’ll just stand there lookin’ pretty for you.”

Your jaw clenches. You open your mouth to retort, but your mother interrupts with another idea- apparently, she’s already been thinking about colors for John’s suit. “John, you’re so thoughtful! And I’ve been looking at suits- do you prefer navy or charcoal? I do think charcoal brings out the blue in your eyes.”

John glances at you, his lips twitching in a barely suppressed grin. “Whichever makes her happy, ma’am.”

You’re torn between strangling him lightly and strangling him harshly. The worst part is that he doesn’t even sound insincere; he just leans back, all relaxed confidence, like he was born for this domestic chaos just as much as he was built for fighting in ward. You try to glare again, but your resolve falters when he shoots you a quick, soft wink.

Your mother, oblivious to your internal crisis, claps her hands together, now planning the guest list. You sink lower in your chair, wondering if you’d survive being exiled to the woods. John, ever the menace, just gives you a look that promises he’d happily follow you even there and maybe build you a cottage so he can show off those arms of his.

A few days later, you’re back in the kitchen, trying to reclaim some semblance of peace by kneading dough with a vengeance. You don’t even know what you’re baking anymore- scones, maybe? Bread? At this point, it’s less about the final product and more about taking out your frustrations on something pliable and innocent that won’t screech for its life.

John wanders in like he owns the place (again), smelling like the outdoors and freshly chopped wood. He leans against the doorframe, arms folded across his chest, and watches you with an amused glint in his eyes.

“Another batch of sweets?” he drawls, leaning against the doorframe. “Didn’t know you were so dedicated. Those famous honey cakes of yours?”

You shoot him a glare. “They’re not for you.”

He raises a brow. “Oh? Someone else in line to be sweet on you?”

You huff, too tired to argue. “They’re for your men.” You snap, your hands practically mauling the dough now. Almost strangling it, to be honest.

A little smile spreads across his face, almost fond. “Didn’t know you were so sweet on them too, love.”

You huff, flour smudging your cheek as you try to actually shape the dough. “They’ve had to put up with your grumpy ass, haven’t they? Thought they deserved a treat… and mum said to, anyways- so don’t get ahead of yourself.”

Before you can blink, his hands slip around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. His chin settles on your shoulder, scruffy beard tickling your skin. “You keep spoilin’ them like that, they’ll think you fancy ’em.”

You squirm, but his grip tightens, his breath warm against your neck. “Can’t have that, can we?” His voice is a growl, low and deep. “Better make sure they know who you belong to.”

Forget somersaults, your stomach actually flips. “They know,” You mutter. “Doubt they’d go against their own Captain.”

He hums, nuzzling your temple. “Good. Only one man gets to come home to your bakin’.”

You manage an eyeroll despite your heart pounding like a trapped bird. “You’re ridiculous.”

His lips brush the shell of your ear. “You like me that way.”

When he finally releases you, it’s only to snatch a fresh scone off the tray, biting into it with that satisfied grin of his. “Perfect,” he murmurs around the mouthful, nodding his approval. “But I’ll make sure to tell the lads you made ’em for me.”

You narrow your eyes, unimpressed. “What are you, five?”

“Nah. Just a man who likes showin’ off what’s his.”

When he reaches to take another scone, you smack his hand away and he just laughs, the sound rumbling low and warm. He stays with you after that, bothering and pestering you like a stubborn pustule, until all of the scones have been baked and cooled.

And when he kisses your cheek before heading out the door, tipping his boonie hat with a teasing, “Be good, love.” You realize that maybe- just maybe- you should have strangled him when you had the chance.

As revenge for upsetting your stomach, of course.

[keithyp00]

•·.·´`·.·•• You're Lying (and other things Sam won't stop saying) ••·.·´`·.·•

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x f!reader

Warnings/Tags: language, mild suggestiveness, comedy, romance, light-angst, found family, slow burn payoff, excessive teasing, established relationship, Sam being annoying

Trope: Everyone thinks you're not really dating. You are. No one believes you.

Word Count: 2.0K

Author Note: Guys this is just like my last one, this is to help me mentally prep for an AP exam tomorrow morning so if this is bad I am so sorry. But I hope you enjoy this nonetheless <3

Please do not copy or translate any of my works. Thank you!

You and Bucky were dating.

Like- really dating.

In the 'he's seen you at your absolute worst and still kisses your cheek like he doesn't look at you any differently' kind of way. The 'you keep an extra toothbrush at his place and he makes your coffee how you like it without asking' kind of way. The 'he pulls you into his lap during team movie nights and smiles against your shoulder, murmuring words into your ear like it's not the most dangerous thing he could do' kind of way.

And no one believed you.

Especially not Sam.

"Oh, come one," he said, flatly, as he walked in on you and Bucky curled up on the couch. "This again?"

You blinked. "We're watching Pretty Woman, Sam."

"You're spooning."

"We're affectionate."

"You're not even kissing! He's probably just cold. You know he runs cold. Like a cyborg space lizard or something."

Bucky growled. "Cyborg space-?!"

"Right," Sam interrupted. "Sure. Keep telling people you're dating. I'll be over here living in reality."

You buried your face into Bucky's neck. "I hate him," you mumbled.

"You love him," Bucky corrected with a sigh. "You just want him to validate our relationship."

"I want him to believe in our relationship. There's a difference."

Sam, in the kitchen, called out: "I don't!"

Bucky flipped him off without looking.

~~~~~

The problem wasn't that you and Bucky didn't act like a couple.

The problem was that you didn't act like a normal couple.

You didn't post mushy selfies. You didn't wear matching shirts. You didn't coo pet names across conference tables. You just... existed. Comfortable. Quietly in sync. The kind of romance that felt more like a heartbeat than a firework.

Too subtle for people like Sam Wilson, apparently.

"You didn't even kiss when you got back from that mission," Sam pointed out, a few weeks later. "She was gone for five days, man."

Bucky, polishing a knife, didn't look up. "I kissed her afterward. In private."

"See, that's the problem! You hide it. Makes it look fake."

"I'm sorry," you snapped. "I didn't realize our love life was for public broadcast. Want us to livestream the next one?"

Sam looked delighted. "That's a strong reaction. I hit a nerve. This is faker than Tony's allergy to gluten."

Tony called from down the hall: "It's real, you bastard!"

~~~~~

At first, it was funny.

Then it got exhausting.

You weren't insecure about your relationship- Bucky made sure of that, every day, in a dozen quiet ways. He cooked for you. Kissed your temple. Held your hand under tables. Brushed his thumb along your jaw like it was the most precious part of you.

But still. No one believed it.

Not Nat, who called it "convenient physical proximity."

No Clint, who claimed he'd never seen you kiss with tongue (as id that were a valid benchmark).

Not even Steve, who offered a gentle "Are you sure he's not just emotionally dependent on you?"

It all came to a head one night at a bar.

You'd just finished a mission and everyone was letting off steam. Sam leaned against the bar counter beside you, a shit-eating grin on his face.

"So," he started. "You and Barnes still 'dating'?"

You narrowed your eyes. "Yes."

"Hmm. Okay." He sipped his beer. "So if I leaned in and kissed you right now, he wouldn't deck me?"

You stared at him.

"Try it," Bucky said darkly from behind, voice like cracked gravel.

Sam smiled. "Still not proof."

Bucky grabbed your hand. "You want proof?"

"Bucky-" you warned.

"No, no. He wants a show. Let's give him one."

He yanked you flush against him, hand cupping your jaw, and kissed you.

You melted into it, clutched his shirt, kissed him back with something that sounded like a whimper because Jesus.

Not a polite kiss.

Not a we're-dating-I-swear kiss.

A I-know-every-inch-of-your-mouth-and-I-love-you kiss.

Hot. Possessive. Unapologetic.

When he pulled away, Sam blinked. "...Okay. Damn."

"Believe us now?" Bucky raised a brow.

Sam blinked again. "Not really."

You grabbed a pretzel stick and stabbed it into the foam of Sam's beer. "I hope you step on RedWing."

~~~~~

Even after that, the teasing didn't stop.

Because of course it didn't.

"You probably practiced that," Sam said a few days later.

"What?"

"That kiss. You planned it. Just to throw me off."

Bucky rubbed his temples. "You are the most annoying man I've ever met."

"You're just mad I cracked the code."

"There is no code!"

You yanked open the fridge, pulled out a tub of frosting, and started eating it with a spoon. "I actually cannot live like this."

Sam pointed at the spoon. "See? No real girlfriend would let her boyfriend see that."

"Bucky bought me this frosting."

Bucky looked like he was about to get up and beat the shit out of Sam if he didn't start walking away.

~~~~~

Eventually, you gave up.

Let them believe what they wanted.

You and Bucky still kissed behind closed doors, curled together on the couch, whispered sleepy confessions after long days.

Until-

One night, you got sick.

Really sick. The kind of body-aching, fever-drenched flu that turned you into a grumpy, sniffling, corpse with a bag full of used tissues beside your bed.

And Bucky took care of everything.

He brought you soup. Rubbed your back. Helped you shower when you were too weak to stand. Brushed your hair out of your face. Slept beside you even when you told him not to.

Sam stopped by to check on you and walked in on Bucky holding your hand while you slept, forehead pressed to your wrist like he was praying.

The next morning, there was a small gift basket on your nightstand.

He backed out slowly.

Didn't say anything.

Didn't tease.

Didn't breathe.

"Okay. You win. He loves you. I won't say another word. P.S. Please don't tell anyone I'm capable of this level of sincerity. I have a rep to protect."

From Sam.

With a card.

~~~~~

You- of course- showed Bucky the card.

He smirked. "About damn time."

You kissed him with a smile.

And this time, no one questioned it.

~~~~~

The peace lasted exactly five days.

Five beautiful, uninterrupted days.

No teasing, no smug side-eyes, no Sam accusing you of being part of an elaborate CIA cover operation. Just you, Bucky, some early morning kisses over coffee, and one blessed evening where you somehow convinced him to slow dance in the kitchen to 40s music.

And then Sam broke into your new apartment. One you thought would give you full time peace compared to the Avengers compound.

(he claimed he "used the spare key." You knew he just picked the lock.)

"Morning, lovebirds," he smiled brightly, leaning against the doorframe like this wasn't the worst intrusion since Ross kissed someone else while he and Rachel were on a break.

You stared at him over Bucky's shoulder, still wrapped in his hoodie with sleep-mussed hair and a mug of tea between your palms. "It's 7:13 a.m."

"I brought bagels."

"And chaos."

Sam strolled in. "And relationship advice."

Bucky looked up from the couch, dead-eyed. "Why?"

"Because now that I know you two are the real deal, I gotta make sure you stay real."

You rubbed your temples. "We're not a gas leak, Sam."

"No, but you're both stubborn and weirdly avoidant and emotionally repressed, and frankly, I'm impressed it took me this long to be needed."

Bucky mumbled, "I'd rather be waterboarded."

Sam ignored him and slapped a notebook onto the table. "Step one: scheduled communication check-ins."

"Oh my god-"

~~~~~

You tried ignoring him.

Didn't work.

("It's like Find My iPhone, but romantic," he said. Bucky installed it in twelve seconds.)

Because Sam became relentless. He started showing up with couple's quizzes.

Brought you a deck of 'relationship conversation starters.'

Installed an app on Bucky's phone called 'LoveTracker.'

And worst of all- he documented everything.

"Bucky," he'd say mid-mission, "when was the last time you complimented her non-physically?"

You stared at him. "Non-physically?"

"Yeah. Like her intelligence. Or her moral compass. Or how she hasn't murdered me yet."

Bucky rolled his eyes. "I call her my girl every morning."

"That's possessive endearment, not a compliment."

"I tell her she's smarter than Tony."

~~~~~

Somewhere around Week 3 of Sam's Unsolicited Couples Therapy, something unexpected happened.

But... he also started being kind of helpful.

He stopped being annoying.

(Okay, no. He was definitely still annoying.)

Like the night you and Bucky got into your first real fight.

It wasn't explosive. Just sharp. Quiet. Full of jagged silences.

You'd been on back-to-back missions, and Bucky had started pulling away. Fewer cuddles. More brooding. Less talking. You tried to be patient- God, you tried- but when he snapped at you for asking what was wrong, it all unraveled.

"I'm trying to help," you said, voice trembling.

"I didn't ask for it," he muttered.

The room froze.

You didn't cry.

You never cried in front of him.

But that night, you shut your bedroom door behind you and curled up alone.

But Sam came over first.

Bucky didn't come in.

Not until morning.

~~~~~

He found you on the balcony, hoodie pulled over your knees, cold tea forgotten beside you.

Then, quietly: "You know, when Sarah gets mad at me, I do this thing where I pretend I'm not scared I'll lose her. But I am. I always am."

He didn't say anything at first.

Just sat down next to you, offered a granola bar.

You looked over. "You think Bucky's scared?"

Sam tilted his head. "That man loved you like it's gonna be taken away from him. Like he's holding something he thinks he shouldn't have. So yeah. He's scared."

~~~~~

You didn't cry.

But you breathed.

And it helped.

Bucky apologized that afternoon.

He stood in the doorway, fists clenched, breathing hard like it took everything in him to walk in.

"I'm sorry," he said. "For being a coward. For making you feel like you weren't wanted when you're the only thing I ever want."

You looked at him.

He stepped closer. "I never learned how to let myself be... this happy. It scared the hell out of me. But not as much as losing you."

You opened your arms, and he came apart in them.

That night, Bucky fell asleep with his hand on your heart.

And you whispered, "You're safe with me."

~~~~~

The next morning, Sam dropped off muffins.

"I told you you'd fight eventually," he said smugly.

You grabbed the muffins and shut the door in his face with a smile.

~~~~~

Over time, you adapted.

You didn't expect Sam to be a normal friend, he didn't know how to do that. But you did start to appreciate him as a part of your life. Your weird, overinvolved, chaotic platonic marriage therapist.

One night, you all sat around a campfire during a retreat mission. Quiet stars. Crickets. Steve snoring faintly in the background.

He became your sounding board.

Your crisis texter.

Your sarcastic but loyal brother figure who threatened anyone who looked at you funny and called Bucky 'lover boy' just to watch him twitch.

Sam looked over at you both.

"You know," he said, voice softer than usual, "you're actually really good together."

Bucky looked at him. "Took you long enough."

"Yeah, yeah. Shut up. But I mean it. You make him more human," he said to you. Then, to Bucky: "And you make her feel protected without caging her."

Sam threw a marshmallow at you both. "Don't get soft on me. I'll revoke my own compliment."

You blinked.

Bucky squeezed your hand.

~~~~~

Months later...

You stood at the edge of a field after a joint mission, hair tousled, laughing with Bucky as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

You smiled to yourself.

Sam walked past, muttering into comms.

"She's in love, he's in denial, and I'm still unpaid for all their therapy."

Which honestly... was kind of perfect.

You were real.

You were loved.

And you had the most chaotic friend group in the world.

[midniqhtt]

james buchanan ‘bucky’ barnes

masterlist • marvel • 05/13/25

˚‧⁺ ･ ˖ · ୨ৎ recs six

one I two I three I four I five

𑣲 friendly banter I @wwinterwitch

sam asks for your help on a mission. you're reunited with him, Joaquín and Bucky. the last one really likes to banter. you think it's just a friendly exchange. it's actually a bit more than that

𑣲 friendly introductions I @/wwinterwitch

bucky unexpectedly shows up at your apartment, and he's brought a few people with him

𑣲 a place for yelena I @eufezco

after disappearing for weeks, consumed by her own darkness, yelena shows up in your house unexpectedly and decides to reach out to you and bucky, her best friends, just to find out that you're pregnant and you wanted her in your baby's life.

𑣲 in the middle I @ama3003

Being caught in the middle is always hard.

𑣲 everything’s just perfect I @/ama3003

You're Bucky's ex-wife and you always seem to be there whenever he needs you.

𑣲 thunderbolts? I @ang3ltine

An unexpected surprise awaits you when Bucky shows up at your house with a group of strangers

𑣲 alone in this shitty world I @starktonyx

After Yelena’s sudden outburst, the group scatters around the streets of New York. And, as if this wasn’t already the weirdest day of your life, you find yourself reaching to comfort the last person you ever thought you'd feel sorry for, John Walker. And Bucky is as confused as you are.

𑣲 small circles I @aquaticmercy

Bucky Barnes is still getting used to modern dating… and hates that you have to work with your exes.

𑣲 interstate love song I @/aquaticmercy

Bucky tells the team he saw his Hydra days in The Void. You are the only one who knows him well enough to know he is lying.

𑣲 meet me halfway I @/aquaticmercy

Bucky has to recruit the love of his life to save New York from the void. He doesn't know if she wants to ever see him again, though.

𑣲 not exactly a secret I @navybrat817

You and Bucky are really good teammates... and more.

𑣲 don’t look or touch I @/navybrat817

Bucky isn't having a good day and John suffers the consequences.

𑣲 hit to the head I @/navybrat817

Bucky doesn't think he needs medical attention after a hit to the head, but he's glad he met you.

𑣲 for better or for worse I @helaintoloki

You want a divorce, but Bucky needs your help for one last mission. Luckily, marriage is all about compromise

𑣲 grumpy!bucky I @lovebugism

the one where bucky wants to kiss you but the rest of the thunderbolts won't seem to let him

𑣲 in the suit?! I @delicatebarness

𑣲 you or nothing I @feathersandferns

when the Thunderbolts enter the void, Bucky goes missing. You take it upon yourself to find him, venturing into his deepest pockets of his shame.

𑣲 midnight confessions I @jobean12-blog

A late night gives you the opportunity to flirt with Bucky and the next night he comes right back for more.

𑣲 drawing the line I @fireinmoonshot

Bucky Barnes has messed up big time ... he just doesn't know it until he sees you and realises he really should've checked his texts.

𑣲 super soldier domesticated I @writingcroissant

Domestic scenes with Bucky Barnes, because Bucky Barnes deserves to be happy.

𑣲 the one that got away I @writing-for-marvel

When Bucky enters the void, he expects his memories as The Winter Soldier to haunt him, or perhaps even death itself, instead, he finds himself face to face with you the night you broke up.

[bochowssinner]

🪽 GUEST.

summary: your mama gave remmick permission to come in whenever he wanted, not knowing what he was, and he wanted you first. but remmick has a problem of playin' with his food.

warnings: fighting, light choking, hair pulling, spitting, biting, and a lil freaky.

a/n: y'all loved my other remmick post so i made another. bad at endings, sorry.

your mama had always been sweet, perhaps a little too sweet. especially when a white man stood on your porch one afternoon and offered to cut the grass for free. nobody did anything for free around here, at least that you were aware of. and what white man would do any kind of work for some black people? something wasn't adding up, and only you noticed.

that afternoon he saw you... it had been like a punch to the gut. something that made him want, something that made him.. ache. now here you were, trapped in his arms, just what he wanted. just his type.

“quit fightin’ so hard.” remmick’s voice was a near order as he stepped closer, forcing you back until you bumped against the edge of the kitchen counter. he lifted you higher, strong enough to maneuver your body without much effort at all.

“you sound.. sweet like this.” his hand around your throat loosened slightly, a few gasps of air escaping your lips. he leaned closer, nose brushing your ear, voice low and gravelly.

“what’s that pretty mouth taste like?”

you were pretty when you squirmed, really, it was almost sexy how hard you were still trying.

remmick’s hand squeezed your neck again, tilting your head to the side and back, forcing you to expose the long column of your pretty throat. “i'm gonna find out,” he murmured.

his tongue slid from his mouth, slick with spit and unnaturally long, and you instinctively screamed in disgust as loudly as you could, tilting your head back away from him as you struggled in his firm hold. remmick tsked. now that just wouldn’t do. he didn’t like that sound, or that struggle.

his thumb pressed on your windpipe enough to cut off more airflow while his other hand tangled roughly in your hair, yanking that pretty head back. he leaned closer, mouth just above that exposed neck, breath hot enough to send a shiver down your spine. "you know, you oughta be nicer.” his tongue flicked out, a quick tease of the skin. "you’re real vulnerable like this.”

his tongue traced an invisible line down the curve of your throat, lips pressing softly against you. he held you like a vice, body flush against yours, hand wrapped so tight in your hair it bordered on painful. "maybe I’ll make that pretty mouth scream again,” he murmured, teeth nipping at your collarbone. “just not in disgust this time.”

you reached up and grabbed a chunk of his hair and yanked his head away from your neck. he didn’t like that at all. in a quick, fluid motion, his hand gripped your wrists and slammed both against the edge of the counter, effectively trapping both your hands in one strong grip.

he leaned forward, breath hot against your ear. "do that again, and i’ll do worse than just bite you.” his fingers pressed into your skin, enough to leave little red spots. “i like my hair right where it is, thank you.”

then you spat. right on his lower lip. you weren't any stronger than him, but god forbid you let him bite you with those teeth. that was a bit more than the usual struggle, enough to break his attention. he raised a brow, eyes narrowing as he licked the saliva from his lip. it would’ve been funny if it hadn’t just taken him off guard.

"careful now.” his tone was still low, still thick with a sinful edge, but that sharp hint of warning was clear. he shifted his grip, pulling your head back a bit more as he leaned forward. if you wanted to spit.. he’d have a good way to shut you up. “spit on me again, and I’ll make sure that voice is hoarse for a week.”

“what makes you think you can just spit on me, huh?” he murmured. that ain’t how you should treat a guest, is it?”

"i ain't let you in—" you protested, breathing heavily as he craned your neck back in an uncomfortable position.

“no,” he chuckled, breath hot on your ear as he pulled back far enough to watch your face. “your sweet lil’ mama did.”

he leaned closer, lips just above your pulse. “your sweet ma let me in and told me i could stay as long as i needed to. said i could have a seat at the table and everything.”

his teeth scraped your skin. “so i think that does make me a kind of guest.” that was the last thing you heard him say before he sank his sharp teeth into your neck, piercing every vein along the way.

[casssmalefantasy]

only one me for you - paige bueckers x reader!

s: all you wanted was to vibe with your girl at a sza concert. instead, you got fans, a pretty girl getting too close to your drunk girlfriend, and a whole lot of feelings.

w: language, alcohol consumption, jealousy, emotional tension, heated makeout, hurt/comfort, fluff at the end, implied sexual content

word count: 5.7k

“okay, i’m not even joking, if one more person uses my mascara—”

“—kk it’s literally waterproof, what do you expect?”

“and y’all said i’m the dramatic one—”

you’re in paige’s room, music blasting from someone’s speaker in the living room, hair tools overheating on the bathroom counter, makeup palettes open across the desk. it’s chaos, loud and familiar, azzi yelling for her lip liner, aubrey facetiming jana so they match outfits, ice and yana filming a tiktok in the hallway.

you adjust the black pants sitting perfectly on your hips and lace up your jordans, glancing at your reflection. the vintage sza jersey you thrifted hangs loose in all the right ways. it’s casual, but still screams effortlessly hot. you’re fixing the hem when the door creaks open and a voice whistles low.

“damn.”

you look up to find paige leaning in the doorway, already dressed in baggy jeans and a cropped white tank. her hair more straightened, gold hoops shining, and the look she’s giving you—yeah, you’re in trouble.

“you tryin’ to kill me before we even get to the concert?”

you raise an eyebrow. “it’s just a jersey.”

she walks over, crowding you against the dresser with that smug grin. “not just a jersey. it’s your jersey. on you. with those pants? and those shoes? baby…”

her voice dips lower and you feel her hands slip around your waist.

“…you tryna get jumped at this concert? ‘cause i will fight someone.”

you laugh, cheeks warm, trying to play it cool even as her lips brush your neck. “you’re so dramatic.”

“i’m deadass.” she kisses you again, lower this time, dragging it out just enough to make your knees a little weak. “you look so fuckin’ good right now.”

before you can answer, the door swings open again.

“ewww.” ice groans, standing in the doorway with a hand over her eyes. “i knew y’all were being weird in here. i could feel it.”

“hi, ice,” you mumble, trying to untangle from paige’s arms.

“y’all are disgusting. i’m gagging. i need holy water.”

paige just smirks. “close the door on your way out.”

ice doesn’t. and now you’re blushing, shoving paige’s shoulder and muttering, “you’re literally shameless.”

“you’re the one kicking me out my own room,” she teases.

“go wait in the living room, horndog.”

—

“shots!” paige yells ten minutes later, holding up a little pink bottle. “pregame, let’s fucking go!”

not everyone drinks—aubrey is driving half the crew, azzi wants to save her buzz for later, but you paige, and kk pass the bottle between each other with wild cheers. you’re all packed into the living room now, makeup done, fits on point, energy electric.

aubrey snaps a mirror selfie with all of you in the background. “look how hot we are.”

“sza better be scared,” kk grins.

“alright let’s go!” paige says excitedly.

you, paige, azzi, kk, and yana pile into paige’s car. azzi driving you guys. aubrey drives the rest in her car, sarah riding shotgun and ice in the backseat yelling at jana for picking the wrong playlist.

your group is bumping sza already, the windows down and the wind blowing. “love language” starts playing and paige immediately gasps.

“turn it up!”

her hand finds your thigh as she sings along, loud and dramatic and so off-key it’s actually adorable. she turns to you mid-verse, eyes shining, voice softening.

“in your love language…”

you smile, leaning into her touch. “you are so annoying.”

“and what about it.” she winks.

—

the venue is packed. vip wristbands flashing, people everywhere, phones out. your group snakes through the crowd, finally landing in the roped-off section near the front.

paige turns to you. “you want a drink?”

“something light,” you say. “not too strong.”

she kisses your cheek. “say less. be right back.”

you watch her go, blonde hair moving quickly, azzi already trying to take selfies with everyone. a couple fans nearby whisper and gesture toward the team. it starts with one photo, then two, then a whole group realizing who’s here.

when paige returns with your drink—a pineapple vodka soda, you barely get a sip before three more people ask for photos.

“sorry,” she mouths to you, then smiles at the fans, never saying no.

you don’t blame her. it’s part of being paige, but the longer it drags out, the more you’re just… waiting. and watching.

and then you notice her.

the girl standing too close to paige. curly hair. tattoos. flirty eyes. and the way she touches paige’s arm when she laughs? it sets something deep and sharp off inside you.

“uhh…” azzi leans over. “is that girl flirting with paige?”

“i don’t know,” you mutter.

“you should go get her.”

“i don’t wanna make a scene.”

“you’re literally her girlfriend.”

you clench your jaw, but then the girl touches paige again. and that’s it.

you weave through the crowd and slide a hand around paige’s waist, letting her know you’re there. she stiffens, then relaxes when she sees it’s you.

“hey, babe,” she smiles, tipsy and glowing.

“you should come back,” you say quietly.

the girl doesn’t move. doesn’t even look at you until she does and then she dares to say..

“can you give paige a second?”

you blink. “excuse me?”

“i was just—” you start to say.

“it’s fine,” paige cuts in quickly, turning to you. “just gimme a sec, i’ll be right back, i swear.”

you stare at her. she’s smiling like nothing’s wrong. like she doesn’t see how mad you are.

you walk away without saying anything.

—

“sooo…” ice starts in aubrey’s car. “what happened?”

you sigh, slumping into the back seat. “some girl was being all over paige. like, touching her. and paige stayed even after i told her to come back.”

aubrey frowns. “seriously?”

“she said she’d be back in a sec. and then the girl tried to get her snapchat.”

jana whistles low.

“but you know paige,” ice says. “she’s literally obsessed with you. she wouldn’t disrespect you like that.”

“i know,” you say. “i just… hated how it felt.”

—

back at the apartment, the silence is loud.

you’re sitting on the bed, taking off your jewelry. paige is leaning against the dresser, watching you like she wants to say something, but doesn’t know how.

“you mad at me?”

you don’t answer.

“baby.”

you sigh. “i’m just tired.”

“no, you’re not.” she walks over, soft but firm. “you’re pissed. and i wanna talk about it.”

you pause. then finally look at her. “she was all over you.”

paige blinks. “i didn’t even notice.”

“she touched you. she was rude to me. and you still stayed.”

paige shakes her head. “i didn’t stay because of her. i stayed because—fuck, i don’t even know. i was tipsy. i didn’t wanna be rude.”

“she gave you her phone, paige.”

“i didn’t put anything in it. i told her i didn’t have snap. i lied. and when she asked for my number, i told her i had a girlfriend. you. and then i walked away.”

you stare at her. “really?”

she nods, eyes soft. “i would never disrespect you. ever. i’m sorry i made you feel like i did.”

you breathe out. the tension in your chest finally loosens.

“you could’ve just said that earlier.”

“i know.” she takes your hands. “i got caught up. but there’s only one me for you. and only one you for me.”

you smile, barely. “that was kinda cheesy.”

“you’re cheesy.” she leans in, kisses your cheek. “but seriously… i’m yours.”

you wrap your arms around her waist, pulling her close.

“you’re mine.”

“and no random girl with tattoos is gonna change that,” she grins.

you laugh into her neck, finally feeling like you can breathe again.

[ms-demeanor]

So I was taking welbutrin for seven years (it works really well for me!) and I was on two fairly high doses per day and that was peachy EXCEPT that you're not supposed to take two normal doses of welbutrin too close to one another because it increases seizure risk.

I keep my medicine sorter on my nightstand and I take my meds right when I get into bed and right when I wake up; if I do anything other than this, I will forget to take my meds. This works pretty well to keep me taking my meds on a decent schedule, but it caused a problem for my welbutrin because sometimes (a lot of the time) I go to bed about three or five hours before I need to wake up, and three or five hours apart is too close to take two doses of regular release welbutrin, so I would end up skipping my night dose a lot and only taking it in the morning. This meant that I usually missed somewhere between on and three doses a week. This was NOT GREAT.

However, my lovely GP, who got me my first effective RX for ADHD meds, whose spouse and two children have ADHD, prescribed me a single-dose, slow-release prescription of the welbutrin and I think since October I've only missed five or so doses? Something really small, a huge improvement. She also wrote out 90 day refills so I don't have to remember to pick up meds as much. (She REALLY gets ADHD patients, she is so fantastic)

Anyway. I don't know how many people out there might be on welbutrin and might have a really fucked up sleep schedule and might be missing doses to reduce seizure risk because of their sleep schedule but if you're out there and you're reading this and you - like me - were unaware of the slow release pill, hey, now you know! You may want to ask your doctor about it.

[fruitiesss]

bob reynolds NSFW alphabet !

as requested lol, i listened to the people and the people want bob smut.

MINORS + AGELESS DNI. SMUT.

send requests in! characters are on my pinned posts, just give me a hot minute to write them ^^

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) Bob's very into cuddling and being close in general, he's also a human heater so if you're not cold you're gonna have to push him off until you are (his pouty face ensues). If it was really messy, he'll run a bath and get in with you situated on his lap. He keeps water bottles by the bed and isn't above running quickly to the store to grab some food if you need it.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) Bob likes his hands. They're almost constantly in use because he likes to fidget and read, so he's more than capable with them, and he loves the way you come apart under them.

He'd like your thighs and hips, it's something to hold onto while he fucks into you or when you ride him. He also loves the squishiness of them, much better than any stress relief toys you buy him.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) Bob's never been in the place mentally (or physically) to risk having a kid at his age. He's always used condoms or pulled out when he's been in quick hook-ups before (though not many, he's quite inexperienced). You would have to sit him down and discuss kids with him first, but even then he's still hesitant and nervous.

He prefers to cum on your stomach or back if you'd let him. He cleans it up fast though, knowing the stickiness when it dries is less than desirable.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) He rarely watches porn - why would he need to, he has you! - but does when you're away on a long mission or a trip. He takes inspiration from it and tries to incorporate a position or kink he'd watched that he thought you might like.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) This boy is inexperienced. As I said before, he's had a few hook-ups here and there but he's never been interested enough to learn. You're gonna have to teach him a few things and he is so eager to please you in any way you want. He's incredibly good at following orders.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) COWGIRL. FUCKING RIDE HIM HE WILL CUM INSTANTLY. Just the way he can see you - all of you - makes him harder than a fucking rock. Ugh, this man will have his hands anywhere, eyes half lidded in pure bliss as he watches you bounce.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) Bob's a mix of both. He's serious when he's concentrating, trying to reach the spot that makes your toes curl, but he laughs and jokes with you when he's not. He can't take himself seriously and neither can you, it feels so good but it's also really funny.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) He's never taken care of himself properly before. Now that he's clean, he probably trims a little down there so it's not completely unbearable but he won't be smooth or clean shaven. He dyed his hair blonde ONCE and nobody will let him forget it, so YES the carpet matches the drapes thank you. He also doesn't mind if you shave or not. Hair is natural and he understands that, he actually prefers if you don't shave, as long as you're clean.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) Sex for him is all about connection. He's done the unfeeling, unromantic stuff before and he hates it. You are his everything and he needs you to know that. He's complimenting you with every other word, letting you know how much he loves you or how good you make him feel. He is all about you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) He rarely jacks off because you're right there all the time. Though when you're out of town or on a long mission he will do it a couple of times just to keep himself sated until you can come back. He's needy for you always.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) BOB LIKES HIS HAIR BEING PULLED. Grab it by the roots and pull and he will give you the sweetest sound you've ever heard. He loves praise too, call him a good boy and he's already on his knees for you so he can do anything you want. He's a switch 100%, will do anything you want but likes to be dominated sometimes.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) He likes being in bed with you, he's very hesitant to do anything in public because you're his to see and he's yours to see. He will if you really want to, but he won't like it. When he's really needy, he'll corner you wherever you are in the tower until you take him up to one of your rooms, with him following like a dog on a leash.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) You. If you're in the mood, he's in the mood. If he sees you, he's in the mood. Wearing something revealing? He's on you. You opened the floodgates when you first laid with him now lie in the bed you made.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) He's not into any kind of bodily fluid (other than cum, obviously) or anything where he hurts you or you hurt him. He refuses to lay a hand on you. Unless it's a soft slap. Impact play is a big no no.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) He likes to get his dick sucked. He loves it, actually. You look so pretty on your knees with his cock in your mouth. He prefers giving, though! He wasn't so good at it when he started out but he has definitely gotten much better since he started out and he is a MUNCH. This man will spend hours between your legs if he can, his intense eyes staring into yours.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) Bob as a person is very soft and sweet despite everything he's been through. He would take it slow and sweet with you, afraid to break you as if you were made of glass. He could take you fast and rough but he wouldn't be able to keep it up.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) He doesn't like them. Too fast, it blurs in his head. He needs to know you're satisfied before he can leave you. He will take you for a quickie if you really, really beg him and only if you're in a place where you can't get to your beds.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) He likes to experiment with anything you bring to him. He'll do anything (other than his nos) at least once.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) Thanks to his powers, he has very good stamina. He'll last about 6 rounds with water breaks in between but if you wanted more, he will give you more. Anything for you. He'd last the whole day for you.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) He's never seen the need for them. His hand did the job just fine when he was low on money (or needed the money for drugs) and even now he doesn't see the need for toys. He doesn't get jealous if you have any toys either, he'll use them on you if you're into that.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) He thinks he's a tease but really he gives in whenever you so much as pout at him or whine. He's so smitten for you and wants to provide everything you need.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) Bob will be quiet at first, biting into his hand to stifle any of his moans or grunts so he can fully hear the beautiful noises he elicits from you. But that's when he's on top. Get him submissive and that boy is LOUD for you. Pull his hair and he WILL moan. Overstimulate him and he WILL whine.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) He likes to bite and suck marks into your skin. Especially in those spots that are hard to cover up. It gives him a sense of pride, knowing that he did that to you. He's also very bitey in general. Very cute.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) He's not small at all but he'd not HUGE. I'd say he's 6 inches, nice and thick. Knows how to use it once he gets the hang of sex in general. It curves slightly to the left and has a nice pink tip, cut.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) This guy is super needy. He's ready for you at any time, you just need to ask and he's already pouncing on you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) He only lets himself fall asleep once he's sure you're comfortable enough to. He is very sleepy after, though. He's falling asleep as he's scrubbing you in the bath, head slumping forward onto your shoulder until you nudge him. Once you're taken care of though, he's out like a light on the bed.

[candymkgee]

i’m bored so ima answer these

1. Are looks important in a relationship?

i think it depends on the person. for me personally, kinda yeah. i’d like to be attracted physically at least, but i don’t need to be extremely attracted physically in order to be in a relationship. usually my attraction is more focused on things outside of the physical. but usually someone’s style/fashion/piercings or tattoos are the things i find the most attractive (physically at least)

2. Are relationships ever worth it?

it depends on the relationship

3. Are you a virgin?

no

4. Are you in a relationship?

no

5. Are you in love?

with life, with friends, yes. romantically, no. i’d like to be

6. Are you single this year?

yeah and i don’t think that’s changing

7. Can you commit to one person?

yep

8. Describe your crush

hm… idk if they’re a crush perse. but there’s this one person that i find really beautiful and cool. their piercings are nice, i like their style. i like the art they find interesting. i like their beliefs and takes on things.

9. Describe your perfect mate

i would but it would be so much to type. but a lot of it would mainly just be someone that has similar traits & views as me, as well as similar ones as my close support system

10. Do you believe in love at first sight?

no

11. Do you ever want to get married?

its not something i personally desire but i’m not inherently against it

12. Do you forgive betrayal?

mm honestly no :/ its the hardest thing for me to get over. actually i’ll forgive it but it’ll take me some time

13. Do you get jealous easily?

not really

14. Do you have a crush on anyone?

no

15. Do you have any piercings?

yes! septum, eyebrow, maybe ears but i haven’t worn earrings in a minute so who knows

16. Do you have any tattoos?

yes, 6 and hopefully more

17. Do you like kissing in public?

i haven’t done it often but i wouldn’t mind

20. Do you shower every day?

no

21. Do you think someone has feelings for you?

no

22. Do you think someone is thinking about you right now?

yes. i need to text so many people back :/

23. Do you think you can last in a relationship for 6 months and not cheat?

wtf… yes

24. Do you think you'll be married in 5 years?

i’ll be surprised if i am but honestly i be kinda doing shit so idk but i don’t think so

25. Do you want to be in a relationship this year?

i wouldn’t mind but idk. the way people be acting in relationships be scaring me like. just seems very backwards, loveless, and cisheteronormative

26. Has anyone told you they don't want to ever lose you?

yeah. just to continue to make decisions to lose me LOL

27. Has someone ever written a song or poem for you?

yesss. very sweet, i love them a lot whenever anyone does them for me

28. Have you ever been cheated on?

no

29. Have you ever cheated on someone?

no

30. Have you ever considered plastic surgery? If so, what would you change about your body?

i definitely have. sometimes i still do. mainly i think to make my face more symmetrical but at the same time idrgaf and try my best to not obsess over being beautiful. like i’m an animal.. i don’t need to be visually perfect

31. Have you ever cried over a guy/girl?

yes

32. Have you ever experienced unrequited love?

no

33. Have you ever had sex with a man?

no

34. Have you ever had sex with a woman?

no. they weren’t a woman or a man l

35. Have you ever kissed someone older than YOu?

yes

36. Have you ever liked one of your best friends?

yep #friendstolovers am i right

37. Have you ever liked someone who your friends hated?

maybe in middle school? idk hated is a strong word, i don’t think so

38. Have you ever liked someone you didn't expect to?

yes. almost every person i ended up really liking, i wasn’t expecting to

39. Have you ever wanted someone you couldn't have?

hm… i usually don’t want people if i’m aware i can’t have them. i may find them beautiful or attractive or be attracted and be like Damn… but that’s as far as it’ll go

40. Have you ever written a song or poem for someone?

yeahhhhh. if i really like you, 9/10 a poem will be written. i’ve only ever written a song about my ex and it was after we broke up

41. Have you had sex so far this year?

no 🫩 #NEEDTHAT #EXPEDITIOUSLY

42. How long can you just kiss until your hands start to wander?

idk i could do so for hours my hands don’t gotta wander anywhere

43. How long was your longest relationship?

9 months but if we being real, 1 year

44. How many boyfriends/girlfriends have you had?

1 girlfriend. i don’t be dating like that fr. i don’t easily like many people, i’m demisexual, and people be fumbling me. or they want me to engage in dysfunction and struggle love and i don’t desire that

45. How many people did you kiss in 2012/2013?

probably like 2 people

46. How many times did you have sex last year?

twice

47. How old are you?

twenty free

48. If the person you like says they like someone else, what would you say?

i’d say aww that’s cute and ask them why they like them, how’s their dynamic like, and what do they desire to do with them moving forward

49. If you have a boyfriend/girlfriend, what is your favorite thing about him/her?

🫩

50. If your first true love knocked on your door with apology and presents, would you accept?

i don’t think so. i’d be open to being friends but nothing more. simply because they could apologize and offer gifts, but doesn’t change the fact that we have differing traits and beliefs that make us incompatible. and they don’t plan on changing them anytime soon, nor do i want to force anyone to change for me

51. Is there a boy/girl who you would do absolutely everything for?

my friends

52. Is there anyone you've given up on? Why?

i don’t think i’ve given up on anyone

53. Is there someone mad because you're dating/ talking to the person you are?

i don’t think i would be around anyone that would be mad about whoever i’m theoretically dating or talking to. unless the person was like a piece of shit or something

54. Is there someone you will never forget?

yes. a couple people for sure yes. but honestly anyone that was close to me in any capacity i would never forget

55. Share a relationship story.

56. State 8 facts about your body

57. Things you want to say to an ex

what are you really afraid of or scared of? and do you know or are you still avoiding confronting things about yourself?

58. What are five ways to win your heart?

leftist politics, emotional intelligence, fashionable, creative, devoted to love & community

59. What do you look like? (Post a picture!)

60. What is the biggest age difference between you and any of your partners?

biggest was 3-4 years

61. What is the first thing you notice in someone?

its either hair, smile, or style

62. What is the sexiest thing someone could ever do for/to you?

be really emotionally understanding, nurturing, and empathetic towards me. ugh. so hard to find

63. What is your definition of "having sex"?

i don’t think i have a definition on that

64. What is your definition of cheating?

doing anything behind my back, whether its lying or hiding, with another person romantically/sexually

65. What is your favourite foreplay routine?

66. What is your favourite roleplay?

67. What is your idea of the perfect date?

arcade!! amusement park!! playing wnrs. anything fun and joyful or loving and intimate

68. What is your sexual orientation?

lesbian

69. What turns you off?

a lot. but its justifiable and usually rooted in things like people’s politics, ideologies, or how they treat others

70. What turns you on?

smart people. creative people. loving empathetic people. yum yum

71. What was your kinkiest wet dream?

i don’t even know fr

72. What words do you like to hear during sex?

73. What's something sweet you'd like someone to do for you?

cuddle with meee

74. What's the most superficial characteristic you look for?

good fashion sense. the more queer the better

75. What's the sweetest thing anyone's ever done for you?

i can think of many but one of the first i can think of is making and sending me a care package. i wish someone would do that again

76. What's the sweetest thing you've ever done for someone?

hmm. i’m not sure. its hard to determine it through the metrics of myself. also i be doing sweet things all the time so idk

77. What's your opinion on age differences in relationships?

i think it depends on the age gap, the ages, and the stage of life. sometimes people see age gap and they equate that to a hurtful power dynamic immediately, and i don’t always think that’s the case. but regardless, people should try their best to be mindful. and i think that you can be taken advantage of no matter the age gap

78. What's your dirtiest secret?

i don’t have any i don’t think? hm…

79. When was the last time you felt jealous? Why?

my friends were hanging without me LMAO that’s like one of the few times i feel jealous. and even then its like meh whatever… but also i wanna be invited too :,(

80. When was the last time you told someone you loved them?

today

81. Who are five people you find attractive?

hm i can’t think of any celebrities but i don’t want to name people that aren’t famous, i feel like that’s invasive

82. Who is the last person you hugged?

my father

83. Who was your first kiss with?

a childhood friend on a bus

84. Why did your last relationship fail?

severe mental health issues, and a lack of an ability to fully sustain a romantic partnership longterm

85. Would you ever date someone off of the internet?

i have. but i definitely prefer in person connections. i’m open to online dating… i just don’t prefer it. but i do think there’s beautiful people to meet online and the gay community be pretty small in person. it would just have to be worth it enough to really date online. cause i’ve grown to love physical contact

vaguely nsfw asks

1. Are looks important in a relationship?

2. Are relationships ever worth it?

3. Are you a virgin?

4. Are you in a relationship?

5. Are you in love?

6. Are you single this year?

7. Can you commit to one person?

8. Describe your crush

9. Describe your perfect mate

10. Do you believe in love at first sight?

11. Do you ever want to get married?

12. Do you forgive betrayal?

13. Do you get jealous easily?

14. Do you have a crush on anyone?

15. Do you have any piercings?

16. Do you have any tattoos?

17. Do you like kissing in public?

20. Do you shower every day?

21. Do you think someone has feelings for you?

22. Do you think someone is thinking about you right now?

23. Do you think you can last in a relationship for 6 months and not cheat?

24. Do you think you’ll be married in 5 years?

25. Do you want to be in a relationship this year?

26. Has anyone told you they don’t want to ever lose you?

27. Has someone ever written a song or poem for you?

28. Have you ever been cheated on?

29. Have you ever cheated on someone?

30. Have you ever considered plastic surgery? If so, what would you change about your body?

31. Have you ever cried over a guy/girl?

32. Have you ever experienced unrequited love?

33. Have you ever had sex with a man?

34. Have you ever had sex with a woman?

35. Have you ever kissed someone older than you?

36. Have you ever liked one of your best friends?

37. Have you ever liked someone who your friends hated?

38. Have you ever liked someone you didn’t expect to?

39. Have you ever wanted someone you couldn’t have?

40. Have you ever written a song or poem for someone?

41. Have you had sex so far this year?

42. How long can you just kiss until your hands start to wander?

43. How long was your longest relationship?

44. How many boyfriends/girlfriends have you had?

45. How many people did you kiss in 2012/2013?

46. How many times did you have sex last year?

47. How old are you?

48. If the person you like says they like someone else, what would you say?

49. If you have a boyfriend/girlfriend, what is your favorite thing about him/her?

50. If your first true love knocked on your door with apology and presents, would you accept?

51. Is there a boy/girl who you would do absolutely everything for?

52. Is there anyone you’ve given up on? Why?

53. Is there someone mad because you’re dating/talking to the person you are?

54. Is there someone you will never forget?

55. Share a relationship story.

56. State 8 facts about your body

57. Things you want to say to an ex

58. What are five ways to win your heart?

59. What do you look like? (Post a picture!)

60. What is the biggest age difference between you and any of your partners?

61. What is the first thing you notice in someone?

62. What is the sexiest thing someone could ever do for/to you?

63. What is your definition of “having sex”?

64. What is your definition of cheating?

65. What is your favourite foreplay routine?

66. What is your favourite roleplay?

67. What is your idea of the perfect date?

68. What is your sexual orientation?

69. What turns you off?

70. What turns you on?

71. What was your kinkiest wet dream?

72. What words do you like to hear during sex?

73. What’s something sweet you’d like someone to do for you?

74. What’s the most superficial characteristic you look for?

75. What’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for you?

76. What’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever done for someone?

77. What’s your opinion on age differences in relationships?

78. What’s your dirtiest secret?

79. When was the last time you felt jealous? Why?

80. When was the last time you told someone you loved them?

81. Who are five people you find attractive?

82. Who is the last person you hugged?

83. Who was your first kiss with?

84. Why did your last relationship fail?

85. Would you ever date someone off of the Internet?

[bruisedboys]

bob reynolds x thunderbolt!reader (post thunderbolts, minor spoilers!)

“Are you sure you want me to do this?”

You’re standing over Bob with a pair of scissors in your hand, the other poised on your hip.

He nods. “Yeah. It’s getting too long, isn’t it?”

You frown. Reaching out with your free hand, you run your fingers through his hair like you’re already mourning it. “But … it’s so nice. I don’t want to ruin it.”

Bob shakes his head. He’s feeling rather lovesick, and he’s not sure if he’s asked you to cut his hair because he actually needs it, or because he just wants you touching him. Either way, he’s not backing down.

“You won’t, baby,” he says. “It’s only a trim. An inch or less.”

“I know, but— what if I cut off too much?”

Bob honestly wouldn’t care if you cut it all off. Well, maybe he would, ‘cos then you wouldn’t have anything to tug on when you’re kissing him. What he’s trying to say is he doesn’t care what you do to his hair — you’re perfect and so is anything you do.

“You won’t,” he repeats firmly.

You hesitate, biting your lip. “You sure you don’t want me to just take you to the salon?”

Bob never wants to step foot in a salon ever again. The last time he saw a hairdresser was when Valentina convinced him it was a good idea to go blonde, and he walked away with the dumbest corn-coloured hair he’d ever seen. It was never going to suit him and he knew it sitting in that hairdresser’s chair, but he couldn’t say no. He’s just lucky he didn’t have to dye it all out in the end.

Bob shakes his head. “No, I want you to do it,” he says. Then, because you still don’t look convinced, “Please?”

Something about the way he’s looking at you must unravel you, because you cave.

“Okay, fine,” you sigh. You move around the back of his chair and start running your fingers carefully through his too-long hair. Looking over his head, you meet his eyes in the mirror. “But don’t blame me if it’s awful.”

Bob would roll his eyes if he wasn’t so in love with you. “It won’t be,” he says patiently instead, smiling at you.

You make a face at him but get to work with no further objection. Bob sits contentedly and lets you separate his hair into smaller chunks. He watches you in the mirror and wonders if you know you pretty you look. He feels infinitely lucky to have you, especially when he’s got people like Yelena and Bucky to compete with. But you’ve chosen him.

He doesn’t even flinch when you pull out the scissors and start chopping. The soft shink of the blade cutting through his hair fills the quiet air, chunks of chestnut brown falling around his feet.

“I hope I’m doing this right,” you mumble to yourself.

“You’re doing great, honey,” Bob tells you, though he can’t really tell at all. For all he knows you could be giving him a mullet, but he doesn’t care.

He’s too busy enjoying the feeling of your hands in his hair, and then your hand on his shoulder when you hold it to steady yourself. He especially likes it when it’s time to cut the front of his hair, and you move to stand by his knees.

You nudge his knee with yours. “Spread your legs?” You ask softly.

Bob’s face goes hot but thankfully, you’re too focused on the task at hand to notice. He spreads his knees so there’s space for you in between them. You move forward and Bob can’t resist sliding his hands over your hips under the pretense of holding you steady.

“Thank you,” you say.

After that Bob has a hard time concentrating on anything but you. You’re so close he can smell your perfume, sweet enough to make him lightheaded. You’re achingly careful as you trim the hair at the front of his head, tiptoeing to get a better angle. Bob holds you steady, hands warm on your hips and thighs.

By the time you step back, he doesn’t want to let you go. His hands linger but you don’t seem to mind.

“I think I’m all done,” you say, more to yourself than him.

You lean closer, eyes studying his hair as you run your hand through the locks at the front, and Bob can’t help studying you in turn — your lips, your nose, your pretty eyes. Your closeness leaves him dizzy, worse when, oblivious to Bob’s inability to function, you get your hand under his chin and tilt him up towards you.

“Lemme see, babe,” you turn his head to the left, then to the right, studying your handiwork. You turn him back to face you and hum, satisfied. “It looks good, I think. You wanna see?”

Bob nods, putty in your hands. You move out of the way, taking your warmth and sweet scent with you, and Bob’s able to see his reflection in the mirror. His hair looks, in his opinion, perfectly fine. It’s not terrible, like you thought it would be, and it’s nothing spectacular, but that’s not what he wanted anyway. He looks like himself again.

“It’s perfect,” he tells you. He turns his head this way and that, runs a hand through the shortened ends of it. “I love it, you did so good.”

You smile shyly. It’s a cute look on you. “Really?” You ask, shoulders creeping towards your ears.

Bob nods and gets up, unable to stay away from you much longer. He meets you by the sink, where he gets his hands on your hips again.

“Mm-hm,” he nods earnestly, thumbs now rubbing circles into your waistband.

You beam up at him, warm from his touching. You reach up and stroke a hand through his new hair.

“You look handsome,” you compliment sweetly.

Bob’s heart hammers. He hasn’t gotten used to your compliments and doesn’t think he ever will. Rather than try to say something back and most likely stumble over his words, he shuts his eyes and kisses you.

You kiss him back like you were waiting for it.

[fangirlmermaid]

You are loved

Summary: After watching the interview and seeing how exhausted he was, you had to do something.

Pairing: Quinn Hughes x fem!reader

Warning: sad Quinn, Boobs, kinda long, lightly proofread, Grammar and punctuation mistakes.

Note: We all saw this interview, right? The one were Quinn says that they aren't worried about making him happy. Yeah, I was hysterically crying.

You rewatched that part repeatedly, feeling pieces of your heart break each time. His voice was raw, as if he had been crying before the interview. He tried to joke about people not worrying about making him happy, but you knew the truth, even if he tried to hide it.

Quinn always tried to reassure you that he’s fine and that you don’t have to worry about him, but how can you not worry? You knew you had to figure out how to lift his spirits.

After picking up dinner from Quinn’s favorite restaurant, you placed blankets onto the couch and pulled up Netflix on the TV. You threw on one of Quinn’s shirts and took off your sweatpants. You placed the food containers and utensils onto the coffee table.

You dimmed the lights, creating a calm and relaxing ambiance.

You sat on the couch watching a show when you heard the door unlock, making you turn off your show ready to smother the crap out of your boyfriend.

Quinn entered the apartment like a zombie. His tired eyes landed on you. “Hi, pup.” You smiled, walking towards him. Quinn gave you a small smile, wrapping his muscular arms around your waist, pulling you into a hug. “I missed you,” Quinn mumbled into the soft skin of your neck. Your fingers twirled the end of Quinn’s hair while your other hand rubbed his back.

You pulled away once you felt his shoulders relax. “Come on,” you softly take Quinn’s hand into yours.

Quinn was the first to enter the living room. “What’s the reason?” Quinn wondered, You tore off his navy blue suit jacket and threw it on the armchair. “Do I need a reason? Can’t I just do something for my amazing, hard-working, kind-hearted boyfriend? Who I’m very proud of,” You teased as you unbuttoned Quinn's Shirt, revealing his abs. Quinn gave a small smile. “Princess-”

You squint your glaring eyes at him; it was a mission of yours to show Quinn that relationships aren’t one-sided. “I think the words you’re looking for are thank you,” you whispered, throwing the shirt on top of his jacket. “Thank you, Princess,” Quinn chuckled.

Quinn stripped off his pants and shoes, leaving him in his plaid boxers. You gazed into your boyfriend's tired eyes, and another piece of your heart broke. You cupped his cheeks and placed a soft kiss on the tip of his nose.

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After cleaning up the dinner, you straddled Quinn’s lap. “What do you want to do now?” Quinn wondered, his calloused hands snuck under your (his) shirt, and rested them on your hips. You looked up at the ceiling, pretending to think. “A movie?” “What movie?” “You pick.”

Quinn tilted his head, his eyebrows knitted together. “Princess,” Quinn mumbled, looking at you suspiciously. ”It can be an action movie or whatever you’re in the mood for.” You smiled, playing with the ends of his hair. Quinn knew what you were doing. It’s not unusual for you to care for him, but it usually happens when his team loses a game.

You pressed a soft, gentle kiss on Quinn’s forehead. You gazed into his eyes. “You know I love you, right? Like out of my mind, stupidly in love with you.” You stated, noticing Quinn blushing, “Yes, I love you with all my heart.” Quinn smiled.

“And I care about making you happy.”

That’s when it clicks for Quinn, you saw that interview were he said that no one is worried about making him happy. “Princess-” “Me first.”

Quinn gave you his undivided attention, as if there’s anything that would take his attention away from you.

“pup, I know that it seems like everything sucks right now and you feel so alone, but I’m here for you. You don’t have to carry this burden by yourself. I’m here for you…I’m here.”

It was as if something washed over inside Quinn; was it relief?

“I-It’s…” Quinn’s voice cracked, and you noticed his eyes began to gloss. You knew Quinn wasn’t really big on talking about his feelings, so if crying was his way to deal with this stress, then you’re more than happy to be his shoulder to cry on.

“I know…I know. Let it out,” You whispered, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him close. Quinn shoved his face into your chest. “I-I try so hard,” “I know. Let it out.”

You felt Quinn's breathing become shaky, and it shattered your heart altogether. Your pup was giving his everything to his team. He doesn’t deserve to be treated like a circus animal.

You sat there running your fingers through the ends of his hair, repeating “it’s okay, let it out” like it’s a mantra. You place gentle kisses on the crown of his head.

Once Quinn’s sobs turned into small sniffles, you pressed all of your love into a lingering kiss to his forehead.

You cradled his jaw and gently moved his head towards your eyes as if he were made of glass. Quinn’s eyes were red and puffy, snot running down his nose. You placed soft kisses on the tears streaked on both cheeks. “I want to remind you that I’m always going to be in your corner. If you decide you want to stay with the Canucks then I’ll be at your games cheering you on the loudest. Or if you decide to join your brothers or any other team, then we will pack up our stuff and go together. Or if you decide to quit hockey, then I will have your back, okay? I will always have your back.” You reminded gazing lovingly into his sad eyes, Quinn gave you a small nod, feeling his heart swell.

He always heard stories of couples saying the exact moment when they knew they were each other's forever person. This is when Quinn knew that you were his forever person. He always had a feeling, but this moment confirmed it.

Quinn reached up towards you and pressed a slow, gentle kiss to your lips, the kind that was so full of love.

You pulled away, “So how about that movie?” You smiled, and Quinn nodded. You were used to Quinn going nonverbal when he was upset. “Star Wars?” You suggested knowing that he loved those movies, especially Revenge of the Sith, Quinn nodded.

You noticed Quinn staring at your chest. “What is it, pup?” You asked your boyfriend, who began to tug on your (his) shirt, “Oh silly me.” You softly giggled, knowing what he wanted. You pulled off the shirt, exposing your breast, and tossed the shirt next to Quinn’s clothes.

You put on the movie, you lie down on the couch. Once you got comfortable, you opened your arms for Quinny to join you. Not needing to be told twice, he lay down on top of you, shoving his face into the valley of your breast. Quinn pulled up the blankets so you wouldn’t be cold. Quinn placed his chin on your sternum. “I love you so, so much, princess. You really do own my heart.” Quinn smiled, scattering small kisses across your chest.

You watched the movie while lightly scratching Quinn’s head. Quinn would be going back and forth, making sure both boobs know that he loves them so much. You gaze down at him, noticing his defeats and stress fading away.