#like okay we get it you're smart or whatever now can you let me watch the heros be heroic pls??? ur ruining ittt

[h0dge-p0dge]

whenever people constantly complain about the accuracy of disaster movies it makes me wanna strangle them. "ermm actually that wouldn't have happened☝️🤓" "they wouldn't have survived that🤓🤓" you wont survive me beating the shit out of you did you know that little science fact??

[luuknowsbetter]

Daylight. bucky barnes x reader

Plot: You had a bad day, and you come home sad and Bucky comforts you.

trope: Bucky barnes x F!reader

warnings; mentions of panic/anxiety attacks, low self-esteem and very fluff,with a bit of angst

I enter to the apartment, tired, sad and having a panic attack. Maybe this is not as i expected, no, today definitely did not go as planned. So i cross the door and Bucky appears from the kitchen,appearing with a smile when he hears that you are finally home, but it automatically fades when he sees you with a red face, a red nose and tears in your eyes. He quickly leaves everything on the kitchen counter to run up to me, and holds my face in his big hands while he looks at me worried, looking for any physical injury.

"What´s wrong doll..?"

he asks while he examines my face carefully, his icy blue eyes look at you with worry, one of his hands moves to the back of your neck and brings me closer to his chest, while his other hand is resting on my hip, making sure you are fine

"It happens that…I'm not enough anymore" I explain while crying trying to wipe away the tears with my hand

Bucky's grip around you becomes tighter at your words, he really can't believe that you are saying this

"What makes you say that sweetheart, you are more than enough. You are so..so so much more than enough, I don't want to hear you say that crap again, you are more than enough, you can do everything you put your mind to, doll, you ..are enough. And you deserve everything in the world"

"No, but…" I sob again, as i try to stop myself from crying "I'm not…good enough at what I loved to do before…I'm not pretty enough, nor smart enough, nor thin enough…"

He frowns at my words, grabbing my face firmly but being gentle at the same time, forcing me to look into his eyes

"Don't you dare say things like that. Don't say you're not good enough. You are good enough. You are a goddamn intelligent genius, you are so smart, you are the prettiest woman I have ever seen, and your body is...God..." He looks at my body from top to bottom, with a loving and somewhat lustful look, while he bites his lip and speaks again. "You have no idea what it makes me want to do with you everytime I see you, doll…"

I sigh, letting out a sob, while the tears continue to come out uncontrollably

"Why do I have the need to be perfect all the damn time? It's like… like there's a voice in my head that demands that I always be better now." I think I'm a mess and he keeps repeating my mistakes over and over again…" I let out a sob as my voice breaks, and Bucky strokes my back gently, trying to calm me down "And I can't even try to stop that voice and believe me I'd like to, believe me. But I can't…I feel…helpless"

Bucky just listens to you speak. Every word breaks his heart further. He can't understand why you believe those things. He holds you close to him again, one hand on the back of your head while the other strokes my back, his hand moving up and down, in a comforting, protective manner

"Darling..listen to me..you are not helpless, and you're not a mess, and you don't have to be perfect all the time. Don't listen to whatever that voice is telling you, darling, it´s not true, okay? you´re the most beautiful, talented, intelligent and capable woman I have ever met. and I love you, doll, I mean it. You are the best thing I have ever had, without you…without you I would not have been able to get up after everything that happened to me, you were with me and you helped me and supported me even in my worst moments, so, doll, I I'll help now…" Bucky says calmly, but you can tell he's serious, he gives your hand a light squeeze and smiles lovingly at you as he looks into your eyes.

"So darling, why don't we go take a relaxing bath while I prepare dinner and watch your favorite movies snuggled up on the couch?" He asks as he helps you up from the floor, and you walk towards the stairs to get to the bathroom. You smile at him, completely in love with him.

A couple of minutes later, you leave the bathroom, now calmer and wearing comfortable clothes, you head towards the living room silently, and there he is, juggling a couple of snacks, the TV control, tea and a couple of blankets to You, you realize how much trouble they took to arrange everything in the most beautiful way possible, the small table in front of the sofa has the pizza already cut in the middle, a couple of thin glasses with some wine already poured, and obviously, Alpine asleep on the couch. You smile and walk over to him to help him with the things.

"Hey" the soldier says with a small smile, once he sees you enter, you grab a couple of things and help him get everything perfect for movie night. And once everything is ready, he smiles at you again and leaves a small kiss on your temple, you both snuggle up on the couch and start eating and drinking while watching a Scary movie marathon.

An hour later, you had finished eating and were curled up on the couch with Alpine next to you. "How do you feel, doll?" your boyfriend asks softly, as he tilts his head a little to look at you and realize that you had fallen asleep in his arms, he smiles unconsciously like a teenager in love, and decides to take you to bed in his arms, after all, you were very tired after such a tiring day. Once in the room, Bucky changes his clothes and lies down behind you, snuggling up next to you again.

"Today was terrible, but you made this a beautiful moment, thank you for that my love, I love you" You murmur, still somewhat asleep. Bucky smiles and leaves a light kiss on your cheek, but not before whispering a small "You're the best, doll. I love you too" and with that, you both fall fast asleep.

HELLOOOOOOOOO

im bacckkkk. but no smut for today, today wass fluff 🤌��

i hope you guys liked itt and sorry if this was a bit different but I had something personal today, which made my mental health and self-esteem do this 📉📉 so i wrote this

[prettypinkporkchop]

Hey I have no clue if you're request are open if not just ignore this

Can I request a Paul x reader where reader works as a zoo keeper. Because of that reader is really used to working with wolves like they're just big puppies and sometimes when they see him in wolf form, they forget that he's are not just a wolf so they start like petting him and baby talking him and he's just like "wtf are you doing"

"Okay, babe. I'm leaving work." You say as you close the cage that has the koala inside. You wave at them and start walking down the concrete toward the exit. Doing so, you pass up the rest of the animals. "I love you, baby." Paul says. "I love you, too." You reply, looking around, making sure every animal is in place, fed, safe, and comfortable.

You stop in your tracks when you see a white wolf out of the fence with the rest of his family. "Oh! Hi, sweet thing." You gush and step toward him. All of the animals are used to you and love you, so he just nudges into your hand. "We need to get you back into your area." You pet him. You start walking to the fence and he follows behind. You open the gate and he walks inside. "Goodnight, babies!" You blow them kisses and leave the zoo.

You get to Paul's house as you do on nights that he's not patrolling. He's in bed already, so you drop your bag on the couch and go to the bathroom. You take a shower using the soaps he keeps there for you. You even have a stash of clothes there. You might as well just move in at this point!

Once you're fresh, you enter the dark room. You can hear his light snores and you tiptoe to the bed. You crawl in next to him, slowly and quietly. It didn't work. He wakes up and rolls over to hold you. "Babygirl." He mumbles and places kisses on the back of your neck. "Go back to sleep, Paul." You giggle and push your bottom against him. He growls and turns you over, forcing your back on the bed, and he hovers over you. "Nah." He says with a smart-ass tone.

"Y/n, wake up! We have to go to Emily's." Paul whispers in your ear. You sigh and throw the blankets off of you. "Damn." He chuckles. "Damn." You mock him. He stands up and presses your body against the wall. "Watch it." He warns playfully and kisses you softly. "I'm just so tired!'' You wine. "Yes, I know." He says.

You get to Emily's and the pack leave to do whatever, leaving you and the other imprints behind. "You look tired." Emily looks at you while filling up your cup of coffee. "Well, I'm the last coworker standing. It's just me and my boss. I haven't had a day off in a week." You sigh. "I'll apply just for you!" Kim leans into your shoulder. "Actually, please do." You giggle. You guys turn toward the window that is pointed to the backyard. There was a howl and laughter that caught your attention. You can see wolf Jared, Paul, and Sam. The other wolves are laughing and playing around with them. "Oh, my god. THEYRE SO CUTE!'' You squeal. You stand up to go outside, but Rachel grabs your arm. "Nuh uh, y/n. Paul will be very upset." Rachel says. "Yeah, Sam never let's me around them during this time." Emily smiles. "But,-" You're interrupted. "No buts." Kim says. "The animal lover in me is fighting you guys right now." You keep your eyes on the beautiful wolves you want to pet. "Fine. Go." Rachel smirks and lets your arm go. "Hey! No way!" Kim says. "I want to see what happens. I know they won't hurt her." Emily giggles.

You make your way out of the door and go towards the group. "Y/n, the hell are you doing?" Embry asks. You see Paul growling. "Oh, cutie pie!" You gush. You push past everyone and reach the dark silvery fur. "Oh, Paul!!!!!" You start scratching his ears and head. "Who's a good boy?!" You start peppering kisses on his head. You're petting all over him. "Oh, Paul! Burn! Ego shattered!" Embry laughs. Everyone else is laughing. Sam, in his wolf, form inches closer to you to try and get you to back away. Jared is behind Paul, nudging him into you. Paul is growling and trying to push Jared back with his leg. "I love you!" You gush and then wrap your arms around his fury neck. He jumps out of your arms and runs off into the woods. "Oops?'' You turn back to Jacob, Embry, Seth, and Leah. "I think you broke him." Jacob laughs. Paul runs back with shorts on. He hovers over you with his arms crossed. "Y/n, what the hell?" He asks. "You are just so cute. I couldn't walk away from a puppy." You furrow your eyebrows and smile, holding your hands together. "A puppy?!" Paul yells. "Oh, god." Leah says. "Wolf. Shifter. I'm not safe. We aren't safe. Don't forget that." He says sternly and then points to the house. "Go in there and don't come out." He says. You start tearing up. "Paul! Man, come on." Seth stands next to you. Paul sighs and then hugs you. "I'm sorry for being mean. You just have to be safe." He kisses your cheek. You nod your head and turn around to go back inside.

After that, everyone makes fun of Paul. They call him puppy and ruffle his hair. Jared loves to make kissing sounds and say, "Who's my good boy?"

But you made it up to Paul (;

[novankenn]

Imagine the Arc sisters(Harley arc family) Each pick a girl they think would be best ro date their brother while the girls look on in confusion and Jaune is just blushing in the corner. (Bonus points if none of the crazy sisters pick Pyrrha but Saffron quietly tells Pyrrha she is rooting for her. Also everyone dunking on Weiss.)

Jaune was hiding, behind the locked door of his dorm's bathroom, as the entirety of his immediate family... YES all of them... was currently having a "discussion " in the common room about his love life.

Mama (Harley Quinn) Arc: Girls... GIRLS!

The arguing voices quieted.

Mama Arc: Now we ALL know that our love-bunny-wunny has a hard time speaking to girls, and let's be honest that's because of us. I mean how can he EVER hope to find anyone as perfect for him as we are!

Arc Sisters: DAMN RIGHT!

Mama Arc: Now, be that as it may, our puddin' needs someone to watch over him, to cuddle, pamper and hold him when none of us are around... so... please present your personally chosen candidates. Jinx...

Jinx: That's me!

Mama Arc: You're first.

Jinx: the choice is simple. He needs someone chaotic and energetic. Someone that will always remind him of us so... I chose...

Nora: ME??? But I'm with Re...

Jinx: We offer explosives, pancakes and breaking stuff!

Nora: That include legs?

Jinx: Of Course!

Nora: I'm IN!

Mama Arc: Interesting choice. Tiny Tina you're next. Who do you...

Tiny Tina: SHE WAS MY CHOICE!!!! Mom Jinx took my idea!

Jinx: Snooze you loose!

Mama Arc: Girls behave! No fighting!

Jinx & Tiny Tina: Sorry.

Mama Arc: Do you have a second choice?

Tiny Tina: Well...

Ruby: ME!?!?!?

Tiny Tina: Yeppers.

Ruby: Why?

Tiny Tina: You're smart, cute, adorable, and like guns. You're almost as perfect... no on second thought you are PERECT!!

Ruby: Um... thank you?

Mama Arc: You are right she is adorably cute, and oh I can just see the GRANDBABIES!!!

Ruby: EEP!!!

Mama Arc: Saphron, you're next.

Saphron: I refuse. We have no right to be interfering in Jaune's love life, and besides we came here to SEE Jaune, not matchmake!

Mama Arc: We can do both dear, but I accept you decision.

Saphron: (Whispering) You better make your move soon red...

Pyrrha: (Whispering) What?

Saphron: (Whispering) You heard me. Make your move... I'm rooting for you.

Pyrrha: (Whispering) Ah... um... th...thank... you?

Mama Arc: Now while Saphron plots like a traitor, you're up Rebecca.

Rebecca: The girl I picked is the best! She's the strong silent type and kick ass enough to keep Jaune safe from everything, even man stealing homewrecking hussies!

Neo: 😵‍💫⁉️😵‍💫

Mama Arc: Is she okay?

Rebecca: She's... hey! Get back here!

Neo: 😝🤑😝

Mama Arc: No shooting in the hallways!!! Ah whatever. Joan...

Joan: Jeanne and I are making a joint choice for Jaune.

Jeanne: That is correct, and we expect everyone to respect and accept our... choice.

Mama Arc: You mean suggestion.

Joan & Jeanne: Choice.

Mama Arc: Okay. And who is this... choice?

Joan & Jeanne: Her!

Yang: ME?!?!?

Joan & Jeanne: Yes. You.

Yang: But I don't like VB like that!

Joan & Jeanne: VB?

Yang: It's Jaune's nickname...

Ruby & Weiss: Don't Yang!

Yang: ... Vomit Boy.

Joan: We may have made a mistake.

Jeanne: We must correct it.

Yang: Huh?

Joan: Burning at the stake?

Jeanne: It is fitting.

Jeanne and Joan each hook one of Yang's arms and start walking out of the room with her.

Yang: Hey! Unhand me! Let me go!

Mama Arc: Saphron, can you get Jaune and get a stay of execution, please dear?

Saphron: Yes, mom. Come on Red, let's get you... partner.

Mama Arc: Saphron.... any way. Utena you're next.

Utena: Jaune needs someone adventurous and exotic, and I choose her!

Blake: ME????

Utena: Yes.

Blake: But why?

Utena: Cause.

Blake: That's not a reason!

Mama Arc: Ah, Utena IF Blake is your suggestion, why are you holding Ms... Schnee's hand?

Utena: She's seen the error of her ways... but needs some more correction...

Weiss: Help me?

Mama Arc: Ah... Utena... fine. But don't break her too much. She has classes in the morning.

Weiss: Help me?

Mama Arc: Well as I have seen your choices, I shall reveal mine as well. I choose... HER!

Glynda: I... refuse! This is unacceptable!

Mama Arc: My puddin' needs a mature and motherly figure in his life. You're perfect and... this is non-negotiable...

[afreakingdork]

I saw you were doing small requests if we proved we voted for Hassan/Mikey, so here's my proof! I was wondering if you could do something with Leo, since we don't see nearly enough Leo x readers out there. I was thinking maybe a best-friends to lovers thing where they keep trying to one up each other with playful flirtation, but it becomes real in the end, followed by a confession and a kiss? Xxx

Writing Request: Reader x Leo First Kiss 😘

Thank you kindly for doing your part! I hope you're enjoying all the content and please tell your friends! Let's push back in this comp!

From now until the poll closes, if you can prove to me that you voted Hassan/Mikey in this poll then I will do any short story writing request like the one below or draw you any doodle of your choosing!

ᴰᶦˢᶜˡᵃᶦᵐᵉʳ: ᴵ ᵃᵐ ⁿᵒᵗ ᶦⁿ ᵃⁿʸʷᵃʸ ᵃˢˢᵒᶜᶦᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵒʳ ᵉⁿᵈᵒʳˢᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵐᵖᵉᵗᶦᵗᶦᵒⁿ ᵒʳ ᶦᵗˢ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵉˢᵗᵃⁿᵗˢ.

We got some cutie all ages fluff down here, folks!

"And that's when you go in for the kiss!"

Leo had a fist to his lip's and nodded as if this conversation was of the utmost importance.

The random man in question who had approached you while you were hanging out with your best friend was none the wiser. You weren't sure where he had come from, but had interjected himself into your conversation without warning. He had some ripe opinions on romance that apparently couldn't wait for people he knew. Instead of running, Leo had been prompting him for the sake of it and sending you more and more exaggerated looks each time the man looked away.

"What about consent?" Leo asked.

The man reared for a moment before he thought which part. "At which part? We haven't gotten past first base."

"You gotta ask if you're going to kiss someone." Leo spoke with a firmness that you read as genuine.

"The mood!"

"Don't start." Leo shook his head.

"It ruins the mood." The man insisted.

"It does not." Leo waved him off for the first time.

"It does! You think your lady friend is going to still wanna smooch after you interrupt leaning in to ask permission!? That's not manly!"

"Manly, huh?" Leo's mask quirked with his brow. "Also, just lady friends?"

He glanced at you.

You chewed your lip and glanced away to not laugh.

"Ah, man friend, lady friend. Whatever friend! It doesn't matter!" The man huffed. "It's all the same in the eyes of love."

"Consent is hot, that's all I'm saying." Leo shrugged.

"Ah!" The man grunted and turned. "You don't get it! Oh! I bet they do!"

You both watched as the man jogged off at the next unsuspecting group of people.

"Well then!" Leo put his hands on his hips. "I never!"

He held the haughty pose until a giggle finally broke free from you and he slumped to your side.

"That was something." You told him.

"You know I really like conversations like that." Leo stuck a leg out to walk.

You followed his lead with solider-like attention. "Yeah? Seemed a bit like you were teasing him."

"Me!?" He gaped sarcastically at you before his features went lackadaisical. "Making something a gag is second nature. I really do I swear."

You thought for moment. "Okay... Why?"

"Why?" He digested the question and looked up at the buildings. "Let's see. People are interesting. They've got all these opinions and they're wild! Everyone is so different and they'll try to ask these questions about you, but they don't really want to know, but I do. Like I already know me; I want to know about them!"

It gave you pause and you thought back. In all the time you had known Leo, he had been like that. If you ever asked him something as simple as his favorite color, he would somehow turn the conversation around on you until you were matching shades in some sun room that you were going to retire in.

He made you feel like the center of the world and you loved him for it. He was bright and whip smart, but he also had an undeniable loneliness. He never let it get to him, but it made you want to get closer. You pushed to get his number after meeting him. You made sure to text him if a little too much time had gone by. You made future plans with him always included.

You became the best of friends before you even knew it.

Leo said yes to pretty much everything, even when his schedule was packed. it was his eagerness of companionship and just that he was generally a good friend, even if you found yourself mortified around him often. His wit and penchant for a bit meant that if you said the slightest thing wrong that he would hone in on it. It was further sharpened to a knife having had three brothers and because of it you had built a repertoire of inside jokes.

He was special and even just taking a walk with him on a day like today would be a highlight of your week.

"I see it." You eventually said.

"What'dyou think?"

"About what?" You glanced at him and the way the sunlight played on his barely shielded green skin.

"His pitch! That love guru's plan of attack. How to woo your lady, not lady friend."

A smile played on your lips. "Set the mood. Sure, that's good, but when's a mood, right? That's always a question."

"Exacty!" Leo threw a demonstrating hand to you. "Like is it being alone. We're alone right now?"

"Not really a mood?" You looked around.

"Should it be dark? They say those steak houses have romantic lightening when you can't even tell which fork your grabbing."

You laughed knowing what he'd say next.

"I'm telling you!" He pressed with the same knowledge. "They do it so they can give you lower cuts! That's why I always bust out the ole phone flashlight!"

"They do not!"

"I swear I ordered a rib eye but they served me flank. Flank!"

"The horror!"

"But yeah, okay so not the lights."

"Because I totally confirmed that."

"Okay, come here then."

You did so without hesitation.

"Okay, let me just..." He reached behind him to tug his hoodie off.

You watched on.

His chin caught. "Hold on." He squirmed to pull one arm through. "Hold!" It got trapped against the points of his plastron. "Wait, Wait!" His head disappeared down into the hole and you watched the blue fabric writhe.

There was no way he could see you, but when your hand came up to help he immediately scolded.

"Don't you dare! I've got this!"

You weren't sure if it was a bit or not, but that was Leo and he was nothing if not amusing.

"I got it!" In one hands to the ceiling move, his hoodie came off. "Check it!"

He flexed in his average looking t-shirt. "Very attractive."

"Thank you!" He told you with a point of his beak. "Alright, now cloud cover..."

He waved you over to a wall and you followed.

He looked you over a few times before he caged you in so he could hold the hoodie above both of you to block the light.

You stared at his red stripes in their proximity.

"Dark, how are we feeling?"

"Not really a mood."

"It's not a mood!" He cracked a grin. "We're already at the next factor."

"Oh?"

"Closeness. He said that thing about how both people realize they're a little too close and kissing is inevitable."

"Cause if that was true we would have kissed a bunch of times."

"Right?!" Leo clucked. "The Twister incident? That time I hit you with that little trashcan. Oh, oh! When you were demonstrating the banana thing and actually fell."

"That middle one..." You narrowed your eyes.

"An accident, I swear." He looked dire.

"I still think the banana was cause of the floor."

"Sure." Leo drew out the word.

You pinched the tail end of one of his stripes which also happened to be his cheeks.

He smiled all the more. "Alright then. Is that it? We've eliminated everything. Total bunk. That guy doesn't knowing a thing about romance."

"Yeah! Moods? Like what even is that?"

"Like cuddling on the couch?" Leo gagged.

"Running through the rain?" You added.

"Yeah, because I totally want to make out when I'm soggy!" His eyes rolled.

"Your clothes stick together!"

"You have to peel apart!" He shuddered and the hoodie shook as your umbrella.

You reached up on instinct to steady it right as one of the sleeves fell.

"Nice catch."

"Call me champ."

"No, I'm champ."

"You're champion."

"Your champion?" His mask waggled with his brow ridge.

"You can't count that! It was a bet."

"Oh yeah, what was last week when I got you that ice cream?"

"I was trying to be nice to you."

"Only trying?"

"You make it so easy."

"I do. I'm a great guy. Amazing friend. Easy on the eyes."

"The face of disaster. Person I would vote least likely to make a typo in front of because he will never let you live it down."

"I give you my life and my time!" He bemoaned.

"And I appreciate it."

He gave you his best puppy dog eyes. "Do you? You're just saying that. You totally said you were just saying that."

"No, you're the light of my life."

"In that voice? Maybe I'm the light from one of those nightlights that are automatic, like the kind that turn off as soon as you turn the real lights on."

You squared yourself and looked straight into his eyes.

He startled and gave you owlish attention.

"Leonardo Hamato. You are the most important thing to me. You appeared in my life and I made sure you were part of it and at some point you became someone I can't live without."

"Oh." The vowel popped out dull.

You were flooded with a wave of worry.

Had that been too much?

It was true.

You cared about Leo.

He made you laugh.

He made you smile.

He made you a priority.

You did the same with him.

It must have been all the romance talk.

He might have misconstrued the whole thing.

Certainly none of that meant anything more.

With the steam still trapped in your cheeks you met his eye.

He was staring the same intensity.

You shared it a little coy before you decided to face it head on.

You set your jaw and returned the full brunt of your certainty in the matter.

He blinked a single time. "Wanna make out?"

Your eyes went as wide as they could.

"Wait, that came out wrong!"

"Are you kidding me!?" You squawked.

"I said it was wrong! Let me-!"

"That's your idea of consent?!" You tugged the hoodie down.

Since he had his own hold on the fabric it pulled his arm.

Which pulled his shoulder.

Which pulled him closer.

You were inches away. "That guy was right! It does ruin a mood! 'Wanna make out?' Leo, what-?!"

He dropped a little lower and your heart spasmed.

He dipped down so he could look up at you through his lashes.

His gaze liquefied your insides on contact.

He held your gaze for a few calculated moments before he leaned up enough that the heat of his breath warmed your lips.

"I'm sorry. I meant, may I have the pleasure in kissing you?"

You closed the gap.

The hoodie dropped down around you for privacy.

You lost your vision and for a moment it was just you and him.

A tiny version of the world that you didn't mind.

Then, you parted.

Within the confines you heard the smack and felt the way your mouths were both open and ready for another.

"Like..." Leo licked his lips audibly. "Like that. You do it like that."

"If you tell me that was a bit I'm never talking to you again." You whined without an ounce of heat.

"I swear... Kiss on it?"

You tugged him right back to you and he smirked against you.

[raeniskaies]

how to fix your mindset ♡

- your mindset is one of the most powerful things in the world . how you depict the world , what you believe , can absolutely change it all . .

001 , respect yourself

- so most of you attend school , right ? whenever you talk to the teacher , you call them by their honorific titles or speak to them with respect . or if you meet a stranger , you greet them and ask how they are. now , forget about teachers or strangers , imagine you are greeting a member of the royal family , you curtsy or bow towards them with a great amount of respect. you are a member of the royal family. every single morning , look in the mirror and tell yourself you deserve a great amount of respect and you deserve the freaking world . don't expect anybody to love you if you don't even like yourself ! look at your room. is it messy ? if so , go clean it right now because having the place where you sleep , study and lounge be messy is extremely disrespectful to yourself. not having the respect or even a frick to clean after yourself is disrespectful to you and you might not even realise it. treat yourself like you're the most precious thing in the world because honey , you are .

002 , stop being lazy + pathetic

- you may be still searching on how to stop being lazy or how to get back up. do it. I don't care if you're tired because whose fault is that ? some people can not afford to be lazy. the financially struggling can not afford to be lazy. the single parents can not afford to be lazy. the workers can not afford to be lazy. you sit around on your butt all day watching tiktok or reading tumblr blogs or whatever to do absolutely nothing. God has given you the gift of life , out of billions , you were the one to be placed on this earth and you spend your life doing nothing ? don't say you're unlucky or your life is terrible. that's absolutely pathetic. let that be your motivation. it's okay to take breaks or rest but please get back on track. only the privileged can afford to be lazy.

003 , don't follow people around - you're not a dog

- have you watched ' mean girls ' ? had you seen gretchen and karen ? did you notice how they follow regina ? don't be like them , don't waste your time , your life on following someone like they own you. don't seek someone's attention like you live off of it ; you don't ! it's also disrespectful to yourself because you're lowering yourself to the position of a dog or any other pet , following it's master to the end of their time. life is only once. use your time on something more important.

004 , idgaf

- please don't care if somebody hates or dislikes you. they are just jealous. no seriously , they spend most of their time obsessing over you and your life just to " hate on it " , they're jealous , hun. also face it , we are all going to die , life is too short to care about it , you are way more important to just worry your pretty little head on some obsessive parasite !

" so and so said this about you - " okay.

" they said this - " okay.

okay. idgaf.

005 , life is survival of the fittest

- your future matters. your teen years go way too fast and before you know it , you're already grown up. get a decent education. get to the top.

my mother always tells me I am pretty , I am smart , I have potential and I actually do. at the age of 10 she would already know what private university she would attend and she would have that as her number one goal. 5 years later , she travelled away from all of her family , her friends , her home to reach her dream ( the uni ) and she did. she knows others who have done the exact same as her who are billionaires and others who haven't who are financially struggling. throughout her parenting ( the first couple years were an extremely tough time for her ) journey , not one person , not even her bestest friends had come to our home offering gifts or money , not even for her kids. everybody else is focusing on their own families and their lifes ! if you have an opportunity , take it , like my mother had + be prepared ! because at the end of the day , in 10 years , your " friend " will not pay your rent.

006 , your mind is blind but not deaf

- your brain has no eyes of some sort that can lookout and know what's happening. whatever you tell your brain is happening , that's what it will believe , e . g ::

♡ " I'm ugly " then you'll be ugly. you'll perceive yourself as ugly.

♡ " I can't achieve anything " then you won't. you'll get nothing done in your life.

instead , tell yourself affirmations in the mirror , remind yourself that you're absolutely stunning ! it will come true !

007 , every setback is a blessing in disguise // see the bright things in everything

- now I do not care how bad something was , or how much it had impacted you , that is a blessing in disguise from God. God has your back. God is with you 24 / 7. He is greater than everything in the entire world. Don't ever erase that from your mind if something as small as not being able to go to your bestie's bday party or having strict parents. When I moved to the other side of the world , I felt like my life was over. 2 months later , I realised how toxic some of my old " friends " were and I got amazing opportunities where I live now. " When a door closes , another one opens " that is one of the most truthful sayings ever.

008 , don't wallow in your own self pity like a pig

- did you lose a competition or your partner broke up with you ? its okay to feel sad and you can cry about it but afterwards , get up. Move on. im sorry but nobody really cares. "oh my life is so unfair" so is everybody else's ? Get over it , please ! you can try another competition and your ex was clearly not for you so move on. nobody will care because they have their own problems to deal with. they may say sorry or give you a pat on the back but that's it. It won't change anything. they will be a whole lot ahead of you whilst you're still in the same spot in life , wallowing in your own self pity. whether you like it or not , life moves on and nobody cares , ml ♡

009 , set boundaries

- do you not like it when someone makes fun of you or touches you in a way you don't like ? you do not have to endure that , honey ! set your boundaries and if someone breaks them , take a break / leave them ! if they cannot respect your boundaries , they don't deserve you ! ♡

010 , drop toxic people

- it doesn't matter if you've been friends with them since kindergarten , or you don't want to seem mean. drop toxic people. this includes "friends" who just talk about themselves and say things like "oh , my life sucks" all the time , put everything in a negative mood. they don't deserve you. don't ruin your mental health over someone else , ml ! ♡

sorry if I sounded mean , I'm just trying to be honest !! ♡

[cheeseyberg]

Part 3 of this fic Part 4

Steve is shrugging on his vest and getting ready to clock in when Robin comes into the store and makes a beeline for him, "Are you and Nancy back together?"

"Good morning to you too, Robin. I slept fine last night. My morning was also pleasant. What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Steven Elizabeth Harrington-"

"Not my name." Steve rests his forearms on the counter facing Robin.

"-I walked into the kitchen yesterday to you twirling her around in your arms and goddamn giggling! Don't get smart with me."

"Wouldn't dream of it Bobby."

Robin leans across from Steve, mirroring his posture, "Seriously, if you're back together you have to tell me, it's best friend law. Are you a criminal Steven? Are you breaking best friend laws?"

"Stop government naming me! No, we are not back together. We're friends again and she was teasing me about my stupidly embarrassing crush on Eddie Munson. She said she thinks he likes me back Rob. But you're friends with him, you would know if he liked me, wouldn't you?"

"I... In theory, yes that is probably information I would know." Robin straightens up and tilts her head to the side like she's considering the possibility.

"And you're my best friend, and best friend law would mean you're obligated to tell me, right?"

Robin steps back from the counter putting space between her and Steve and glances behind her towards the door. "I'm not sure that best friend case law covers that particular area."

Steve stands straight up and smacks his hand against the counter and then points at Robin, "YOU DO KNOW SOMETHING!"

"I don't know anything or even if there is anything to know and even if I did know something, which I definitely do not, it wouldn't be my secret to tell. Okay bye Steve, see you later!" Robin yells over her shoulder as she runs out the door, saying it all so fast that Steve is impressed that she didn't pause for breath.

"Well, that was weirder than usual, even for her." Steve mutters as he watches her mount her bike and take off down the street.

"It definitely was." A voice says from Steve's right side, making him jump.

"Where the hell did you come from!?" Steve looks wildly around and past Max, scanning for any more of his children sneaking up on him.

"I've been here since before you, Keith let me in when he opened. And for the record, Robin definitely knows more than she's saying."

"How do you know?" Steve is suspicious but still desperate for information, "Wait, how much of that did you hear?"

"All of it. But your 'stupidly embarrassing crush on Eddie Munson' isn't exactly a secret, Steven. You're always looking at him like a lost puppy dog. Like you want to wrap him up and take him home to-"

"Okay! Enough Maxine-"

"Now who's government naming?"

"You started it."

"Actually, Robin started it, but do you want to know how I know she's keeping secrets or not?"

"You're right Max, Robin is the villain here, please tell me what she's hiding."

"Don't try to butter me up. And I never said I knew what she was hiding, just that she is hiding something. I can guess at what it is, but I think you already know. After we left your house yesterday Eddie dropped off Dustin, but Robin came back to the trailer park with Eddie and me. I went home and Robin went with Eddie. About an hour later, I heard the van leave and when it came back Eddie was alone, so he must have been dropping her off."

"So, they were alone for about an hour and that's your proof?"

"No, that's circumstantial. My proof is that when Eddie came home, he knocked on my door and asked me for help running errands today. He said he would give me $5 to return some movies for him. He dropped me off 20 minutes ago and he's picking me up," Max looks towards the front of the store where Eddie's van is pulling into the lot, "right about now. Combined with whatever that was that Robin just did, I think that smells like a plan."

Steve could see it. It made sense. If Eddie did like him then that would explain why Robin ran in here asking about Nancy and why Max was here, giving Eddie a chance to come in and see Steve. Robin knew he would be working right now, and he could just bet that Eddie had been waiting off on a side street for Robin to report back about Nancy. Max had clearly already put all that together and he could see in her face that she was watching him fit the pieces together as well.

"You know, you're a lot smarter than we give you credit for Steve," Max smirked at him and then turned towards the door as Eddie walked in.

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[hearts-hunger]

butterfly kisses || sam x danny x reader

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Summary: Catastrophizing silly things works hard, but true love works harder.

Pairing: Sam x Danny x Reader | Genres: fluff, h/c | Word Count: 4k  Warnings: none!

A/N: My first ever official Sam x Danny x Bunny fic! This one's for @shutupdevvie especially (there's some angst which I know is not your favorite but I promise there's a happy ending!) I hope you guys like it! ♡

“Bunny, do you want to get in the shower with me and Sam?”

Pressing your face against the pillow, you groaned a little in protest of being woken. You felt Danny’s broad hand on your back and wished he'd let you sleep.

“What time is it?” you mumbled, trying to remember if you had anywhere to be.

“Six-thirty,” he said. You heard the shower come on and pulled the blankets more snugly around you.

“You don't have to if you don't want to,” he said, and you weren't really listening to what he said, pulled back to sleep by the low, comforting rumble of his voice. “I just won't see you until this afternoon, okay?”

“Okay,” you murmured. “Love you.”

He chuckled and kissed your forehead. “Love you too.”

A little later, you were woken again by the sunshine through your windows and the smell of coffee brewing. You remembered vaguely that Danny had tried to coax you out of bed at six-thirty, an ungodly time to get up on a Saturday; it was near eight now, and though that was still early in your book, it was more reasonable. Untangling yourself from the blankets, you padded out of the bedroom in search of your boyfriends.

Sam and Danny were in the kitchen, but if their deep, slow kissing was any indication, having breakfast wasn’t very high on their list of priorities at the moment. Though Danny was dressed in his smart golf outfit like he was about to head out the door, he'd obviously taken his time with Sam this morning before he had to leave; a half-empty coffee pot, soft music on the speaker, and the obvious moony afterglow all spoke of a slow, romantic morning between the two of them.

You kind of wished you'd gotten out of bed to join them earlier, but there was no reason you couldn't join them now. Still, you stayed by the doorway and watched them a moment, enjoying the picture of domestic bliss they made. They’d been dating for almost a year before you came along, and their love for each other was one of the things that had made you fall for them in the first place.

Sam put a hand on Danny’s chest. “Hey, you're gonna be late,” he said, though he sounded reluctant to let Danny go.

Danny hummed and kissed under Sam’s jaw. “What time is it?”

“Almost eight.”

Danny pulled back at that. “Shit, really? I gotta run.”

Sam laughed and turned Danny loose. “Yeah, I know.”

Danny went to gather up his things, looking a little harried now that he knew what time it was. “Tell bunny bye for me.”

You piped up from the doorway. “Bunny’s right here.”

Danny turned and gave you a strained smile. “Hi, sweetheart. I’m headed out, but I’ll see you later, okay?”

“Okay,” you agreed. “What time do you think you’ll be back?”

“Uh...” He looked around for his keys, distracted. “I don't know, honey. Sometime this afternoon.”

“Take your time,” Sam offered, starting to make your breakfast at the stove. “Bunny and I are gonna go on a date.”

“Are we?” you asked, pleasantly surprised. Whatever it was, you were happy just to spend time with him.

He smiled. “Yeah, I thought we could go to the botanical garden since they brought the butterfly exhibit back.”

“Can we?” you said excitedly. “Oh, I've been dying to go!”

Danny brushed past you on his way out the door, and you put a hand on his arm, sure that he'd just forgotten he hadn't given you his usual good morning-kiss. 

“Are you okay with us going without you?” you asked. The three of you often went out in pairs on dates when the other was busy, but this was something special to you, and you wanted to make sure he knew you would wait to go until he could go too.

“Yeah, it’s fine,” he said, sounding a little impatient. “I saw it with Sam last year.”

That must have been before you were dating them, and you felt a little hurt; even if he didn't really care to see the exhibit again, he could have made it sound like he was sad to miss going with you. But you understood he was trying to get out the door and so tried to let it roll off your back.

“Do you want to meet us for lunch after?” you asked.

“Sure,” he said. “Text me.” He softened a little. “Have fun at the butterfly thing. Take a cute picture for me.”

“Okay,” you agreed happily. You stood on tiptoes, expecting your kiss; his phone buzzed, and he pulled it out of his pocket to read the text.

“Shit, I really am late,” he said. “Gotta go.” He glanced at you, standing expectantly in front of him, and he raised a brow.

“What?”

You rocked back on your heels. “Nothing,” you said, a little crestfallen. “Just wanted a kiss before you left.”

You might have imagined it, but thought you heard him sigh a little. “Okay, bunny.” He gave you a quick, cursory kiss, and when you tried to deepen it and put your arms around his neck, he gently pulled you off him.

“No time to get frisky, bunny,” he said. “I’ll see you after a while.”

“Just one more kiss,” you said, teasing a little, hoping to lighten his mood. You definitely didn't imagine his sigh then.

“You didn't get up when I asked you to,” he reminded you. “I had time for all this earlier, but I'm running late now.”

You pulled back from him. “I’m not asking for a candlelight dinner and a bubble bath,” you protested. “I just wanted a kiss, that’s all.”

“Okay, well, you got one. Now I really gotta leave, alright?”

You got the message loud and clear. You pulled back from him and let him go, feeling an uncomfortable twist in your stomach.

When he’d left, you turned to Sam. “What was that all about?”

“Hm?” He poured you a cup of coffee. “What was what all about?”

“That,” you said, gesturing to the door. “He didn't talk to me except to be upset with me. And barely kissed me.”

Sam shrugged. “He’s running late. I’m sure he wasn't trying to be mean.”

Anticipating that he would hand you your coffee, you reached out for it; he gave you a look, holding it just out of reach.

“Uh-uh, bunny,” he scolded, but his impish smile gave him away. “Payment first.”

You put your hands on your hips. “And what kind of payment would that be?”

He bowed his head closer to yours. “Kiss, please.”

You happily complied, enjoying kissing someone who actually wanted you to, and loving the way Sam bracketed you in against the counter. You melted against him and looked up at him with a dreamy smile.

“Hi,” you said.

He smirked. “Hi, bunny. Good morning.”

The glow of Sam’s kisses put you in a better mood for a while, but as you kept him company while he made your breakfast, you couldn't help but replay your tiff with Danny in your head. 

“Did I interrupt something earlier?” you asked cautiously, trying to think of why Danny had treated you differently than he’d treated Sam. “It’s okay if you guys want some... alone time.”

Sam smiled. “What are you talking about? We're dating you, too, silly girl. You’re more than welcome to jump in anytime.”

“I know, but...” You sighed. It didn't feel that way at the moment, not when Danny had been so sweet with Sam and so short with you. There had been a few bumps in the road, of course, navigating a partnership of three, but overall they'd been very good about making you feel just as much a part of the relationship. Maybe that was why it stung so much, because you usually never felt left out or like you weren't welcome.

“Listen, bunny,” Sam said patiently. “You don't have to catastrophize. I know you. He was just running late.”

“That didn't stop him from kissing the daylights out of you earlier,” you pointed out. 

“Aw, bunny,” he said sweetly. “Is that what it is? You wanted a kiss like that? You have two boyfriends you can get them from, you know.”

“You already gave me one,” you said moodily. 

“There’s no law that says I can't give you another. You want another?”

You softened. “Yes, please.”

He obliged you, kissing you slowly and with intention, and gave you a hug after.

“Don’t be sad, bunny,” he said kindly. “I’m sure Danny didn't mean to make you upset, and he definitely didn't kiss us based on how much he likes us. Okay?”

You nodded, trying to do as he said and forget it. Danny was just having a stressful morning; it didn't reflect on how he felt about you. He loved you, and you reminded yourself of that truth as you texted him to smooth things over, telling him you hoped he had fun and that you and Sam would miss him.

Setting your phone aside, not letting yourself wait until he texted you back, you had your breakfast with Sam and got ready for your date.

At the botanical garden, Sam snapped a couple hundred pictures of you and the butterflies and the flowers with his film camera. You took a few pictures with your phone and sent them to Danny, but you got nothing back; he was probably busy playing and didn't have time to text you. You were sure he'd reply when he could, and at the very least, you knew he'd like to see them when you met him for lunch later.

Sam was sweet and romantic and funny as he always was, holding your hand and telling you fun facts about the different types of butterflies.

“Look right there,” he said, pointing out three butterflies on a broad monstera leaf. “It’s us.”

You smiled, careful as you slowly got closer to the trio. “The big orange one is Danny,” you agreed. “And we can fight over who gets to be the pink one and who gets to be the red one.”

“I don't want to fight,” Sam said kindly. “I know you want to be the pink one.”

You beamed up at him. “And the red one is perfect for you anyway, because it matches your new suit.”

He kissed your cheek. “So clever, bunny. That's why we keep you around.”

You took a picture of the butterflies and sent it to Danny, and you thought it was cute that Sam did the same after taking one with his camera. A moment later, his phone buzzed with a text, and you wondered — or worried, more accurately — that it was a reply from Danny when you hadn't managed to get a text back yet.

“Who are you texting?” you asked, your voice sounding more strained than you wanted it to. 

Sam smiled. “Dan. What, I can't text my boyfriend?”

You were surprised how much that stung. “He’s my boyfriend too.”

Sam’s brow creased in a frown. “Of course he is. I didn't mean it like that, bunny.” He put his phone back in his pocket and reached apologetic hands out to you. “Hey, what's going on? Are you still upset about this morning?”

You leaned against his chest and let him hold you, figuring that was answer enough.

“I told you he was just stressed because he was late,” you said, running a soothing hand over your back. “But I guess it hurt your feelings pretty bad, huh?”

You nodded miserably.

“Okay, bunny,” he said. “You're allowed to feel like that.”

“He hasn’t texted me back all day,” you said. “And I thought maybe he was busy, but as soon as you text him, he's got all the time in the world to reply.”

He gave a doubtful hum. “I don't know what to say about that,” he said, and you appreciated his honesty. “Ask him when we get lunch. I bet there's a good reason.”

You shook your head. “You meet him for lunch. I want to go home.”

“Oh, my sweet bunny,” he said, giving you a tight, comforting squeeze. “We’ll go home if you want to, but we'll tell Danny to come home too so you can talk.”

“I don't wanna.”

“I’m not close to tears,” you lied, pulling back and trying to get yourself back in hand. Sam brushed your hair back from your face, and you were thankful for his patience and understanding.

He chuckled and kissed your forehead.

“Communication is the only way this kinda thing works, honey. Otherwise we’d all be upset all the time, and nobody's needs would be met, and all three of us would be sad and confused and close to tears in the butterfly exhibit.”

“Do you want to stay a little bit longer?” he asked gently. “I think there's still a koi pond to see.”

You took his hand. “Take me to the fishes, lover.”

He laughed and squeezed your hand. “Atta girl.”

The rest of your date was lovely, aside from your constant hope that Danny would text you back, and you thought of how nice it would be to come back sometime with both of your boyfriends. You missed Danny; though you loved spending time with Sam, you both felt incomplete without him, like a puzzle missing an important piece. 

You knew Sam was right about talking to Danny; you should use this as a learning experience so it didn't happen again if you could help it. But what would you say? That you felt he loved Sam more than you? It wasn't true, and rationally, you knew you were catastrophizing; but when your emotions ran wild as they sometimes tended to do, you were afraid it was true. 

You couldn't imagine your life without both of them. You’d rather have neither of them than only one, and when you were honest with yourself, you knew they felt the same way too. But vulnerability was a tricky thing, and evidently you had some practicing to do with it.

Back at home, Sam let Danny know to meet you there and settled with you on the couch. It had started to rain, the sunshiney weather turning to a summer storm that matched your mood. You lay with your head in Sam’s lap, looking through the pictures on his phone for any you wanted, some nature documentary playing on the tv.

“Are you gonna be into butterflies now?” you asked, listening to a soothing British voiceover describing the migration patterns of the bright orange monarchs on the screen.

“Yeah, I’m into it,” he said, a little distracted as he paid diligent attention to the narrator.

You sent some pictures from Sam's phone to yours, especially liking the one of you blowing a kiss to the butterfly that had landed on your fingers. You saw that Sam had sent it to Danny, and that Danny had replied, look at our girl :) how lucky are we?

Your throat felt tight. It was silly to be so upset with Danny, and it wasn't right of you to be so doubtful of him over something so little. You were allowed to be hurt, but creating disasters in your head when you knew how much he loved you — that was something you needed to be honest about and to apologize to him for.

Setting Sam's phone aside, you curled up against him and let him run his fingers through your hair as the movie played.

“I’m gonna fall asleep,” you mumbled after a while, starting to feel drowsy.

He patted your shoulder. “Okay, bunny. Have a good nap.”

You dozed for a while, curling your arm around Sam’s leg, happily snuggled as the rain drummed on the roof. You didn't hear the door open, and the quiet conversation between Sam and Danny was a comforting lullaby. For a moment, in that dreamy half-asleep haze, you were perfectly content now that both your boys were home with you.

You heard a comfortable, tired sigh and opened your eyes to see Danny sitting at Sam’s feet, level with you. He tilted his head and looked you over with a gentle expression, and you gave him a drowsy smile.

“Hi, Dan.”

He smiled back. “Hi, bunny.”

You noticed the damp shoulders of his golf shirt. “Did your game get rained out?”

“The tail end,” he agreed. “I was winning, though, so I'm okay with it.”

“I’m glad you're home,” you said truthfully.

“Me too, bunny.” He brushed a cautious hand over your arm. “But I think I need to apologize to you.”

You didn't know why, but his soft voice made you feel like crying. You reached a hand out to touch his cheek, and he put his big hand over yours.

“Me too,” you said quietly.

A frown tugged at his features. “What do you mean? You didn't do anything wrong.”

You felt Sam’s encouraging, reassuring hand on your arm, telling you he was proud of you for being honest. You drew a deep breath, trying to be brave.

“I was upset about this morning,” you said, your voice wobbly. “And I let myself make it into a whole thing. I might not have said anything to you, but I wasn't being kind when I thought of why you'd been short with me, and I let it make me more upset than it should have. I'm sorry, Danny.”

He sighed. “Aw, bunny. Come here.”

He gathered you in a hug, holding you close and pressing kisses to your cheek. 

“I appreciate you apologizing,” he said. “I understand why you were upset. I wasn't trying to hurt your feelings, but I know I did, and I’m sorry. I was trying to get out the door, but I shouldn't have been so impatient with you.”

“I missed you,” you said softly. “I didn't mean to make you mad.”

“I know,” he said gently. “You didn't. I was frustrated with the whole thing, and I took it out on you, and I shouldn’t have done that.”

You bit the inside of your cheek. “I texted you. You didn't say anything back.”

“No,” he agreed, apologetic. “But I figured texting Sam was like texting both of you, since you were together, and I guess that didn't help. I'm sorry, bunny. Will you forgive me?”

You nodded, feeling a weight come off you now that things were mended, thankful and not surprised, now, with how easy it had been when love was so steady between you.

“Of course I will. Thank you for apologizing.”

You felt his smile. “Can I give you that kiss I should have given you this morning?”

You pressed your mouth to his in answer, and he kissed you all slow and gentle like you'd wanted him to before he left. His long lashes brushed your cheek, and you giggled as you carded your hands through his hair.

“What’s so funny?” he asked, a smile in his voice.

“Nothing,” you said, blushed and soft and happy. “You just gave me butterfly kisses. I thought it was fitting.”

He chuckled. “You’re so sweet, bunny,” he said tenderly. “I don't deserve you. I love you very much.”

“I love you very much too,” you said softly. You lay back on Sam’s lap and were rewarded with a kiss from him. “Both of you.”

Danny stood and patted Sam’s knee. “Alright. I'm going to get changed, and when I get back, I want a spot on the couch.”

You and Sam happily complied, making room for your boyfriend to join you for the rest of the documentary. 

“You were right,” you told Sam, taking the throw blankets from the back of the couch for all of you to share. “Communication is the only way this kinda thing works.”

He smiled. “I know I’m right. Tell me, bunny, when have I ever been wrong?”

You laughed and kissed him, so grateful for his steadiness and humor, glad he had been right after all.

Danny came back out in his soft sweater and pajama pants, and he laughed when you both made grabby hands at him. He put himself in the middle so Sam could snuggle close and you could have a turn with your head in his lap.

“Hey, that’s the one you said I was,” Danny said, watching the monarch butterfly flit from flower to flower on the tv. You felt him tense a little. “Or, the one Sam said I was. Which one did you pick for me, bunny?”

“That one,” you said, endeared to his hesitance. You weren't upset any more, and you didn't want him to feel like he had to walk on eggshells with you. “We both agreed.”

“Oh. Okay,” he said happily. “I bet you were the pink one, huh?”

You smiled. “Yep. Sam was very sweet to let me have it.”

“Well, I wanted the sexy red one to be me,” Sam said seriously, drawing laughter from you and Danny. “And I think it would be a missed opportunity not to say this, so, both of you give me butterflies.”

“Aw, Sam, you give us butterflies too,” you said.

“Sexy red ones,” Danny agreed, and you loved the sound of Sam’s laugh.

Cuddled together, the three of you enjoyed the hush of rain and each other’s closeness. You and Sam told Danny about your date, and Danny told you about his game; taking interest in what the others talked about, you all decided that despite your various adventures apart, you much preferred to be together.

Danny kissed Sam’s forehead and leaned down to give you a kiss too.

“I love you both,” he said, his voice soft and gentle. “You know that, don't you?”

You and Sam both agreed that you did, because there was no way not to know it, not when the three of you could rest so easily in the love you had for each other. Your hand found Sam’s somewhere under the blankets; Sam rested his head on Danny’s shoulder, and Danny ran his hand in a slow, comforting rhythm over your back. There in the quiet of the home you'd made together, the rain falling steadily and comfort covering the three of you like a warm blanket, you felt you'd never been happier, and knew with all your heart that your boys felt the same way too.

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[notmorbid]

twin peaks: season 2 [1/2].

dialogue prompts from season two of twin peaks.

how you doing down there?

did you call the doctor?

i've heard about you.

i will tell you three things. if i tell them to you, and they come true, then will you believe me?

think of me as a friend.

the question is: where have you gone?

i guess you could say that about most things in life: it's not so bad, as long as you can keep the fear from your mind.

how long have i been out?

we haven't had this much action in one night since the elks club fire of '59.

just give me a couple of hours to get dressed.

what's there to smile about?

have you been missing your mom?

i had the strangest dream last night.

you tell me: vigilante justice or just clean country living?

is it not okay for me to want you?

i don't want any baloney, magic tricks, or psychological mumbo-jumbo.

i won't let ___ hurt us anymore.

i guess i love you, too.

i was half joking, half drunk. half crazy.

i don't believe in fate. you make your bed, you sleep in it.

what is it that you do, exactly?

would you care for a piece of pie?

i wish you nothing but the very best in all things.

i know you're hoping for the best, but you ought to prepare for the worst.

what the hell happened to your hair?

i left you a note. didn't you get my note?

to be perfectly honest, i think i'm in a little over my head. not that i can't handle it.

better to listen than to talk.

don't search for all the answers at once. a path is formed by laying one stone at a time.

it looks like we're 100% certain that we're not sure.

achievement is its own reward. pride obscures it.

i'm going to eat you up.

you don't know what trouble is. not by a long shot.

do you have a judgment about that you'd like to express?

you're every bit as lovely as ___ said you were.

running away won't solve anything.

if i've overstepped my bounds with my concern, i apologize.

how can you be so smart about things like that, and so stupid about so much else?

i wanted so much to be like you.

why do i even care? why should i?

parents should not bury their children.

what should we drink to?

i think it would be healthier for everyone if you got whatever is bothering you out in the open.

after i watched this tv show, i decided i needed some 'me' time.

i want you more than my own life.

you're a cool drink of water to road-weary eyes. what's your secret?

sometimes, the can-do girls can't.

actually, i grew up in books.

there are things you can't get anywhere, but we dream we can find them in other people.

i'll advise you to keep your eye on the woods.

the woods are wondrous here... but strange.

you want the steak, but you don't want to know how it got on your plate.

what does ___ do for you that i can't?

you've got to stay awake. talk to me.

i prayed that you would come, and you did.

it's hard to know exactly what to believe in.

you remind me today of a small mexican chihuahua.

it's best if you forget about me.

do you like musicals?

i find adherence to fantasy troubling and unreasonable.

i just miss having a life of my own.

it's like you're blaming me for something.

i was there. i saw you.

i don't want to let you down.

i am so happy, i could just kiss you to death.

something is happening, isn't it?

now look here, buster. you just watch it.

lord, what's become of us?

some of my best friends are white people.

i've tried running, but there's always been somebody faster.

sometimes it's better just to hole up and wait for the storm to pass.

you're not going to say anything, are you?

i'm trying very hard to tell nothing but the truth, these days.

i never stole from a church. it was a savings and loan.

the last few steps are always the darkest and most difficult.

go to your room and lock the door. no questions.

you're on the path. you don't need to know where it leads. just follow.

i've tried so hard --- i try so hard --- and nothing i do is ever good enough for you.

you're a slimy rat bastard.

i intend to make whatever remains of your pathetic existence a living hell.

we've spent our entire adult lives lying to each other. why spoil it with the truth now?

it doesn't matter if we're happy and the rest of the world goes to hell.

so this is it? you save my life, then break my heart?

someone must have hurt you once really badly.

friendship is the foundation of any lasting relationship.

it's nice to be quoted accurately.

you know, there's only one problem with you: you're perfect.

i'll take care of you in ways you never even dreamed of.

forgive my saying so, but aren't you dead?

do you believe in guardian angels?

to tell you the truth, i'm not sure what i believe these days.

i believe an angel saved my life.

i have no idea how i escaped.

little late for halloween, isn't it?

you're up to something, but i'm sure that's none of my business.

pick your lower lip up off the floor.

please don't tell me how to feel.

maybe i am overreacting. but they're my reactions, and the hurt i feel is my hurt. and how i react is none of your damn business.

i want you out of my life. i don't want to be hurt by you anymore.

there's nothing quite like urinating out in the open air.

let a smile be your umbrella.

i'm talking about seeing beyond fear. about looking at the world with love.

is there some place you're going to, or running from?

you may be fearless in this world, but there are other worlds.

my experience has taught me never to judge too quickly.

i'm trying very hard, recently, to get more in touch with my feelings.

i had to do those things to stay alive.

[exhuastedpigeon]

Fuck it Friday 🏒🥅

Tagged by @jeeyuns @daffi-990 and @wikiangela

the sabres won last night (and my boys looked damn good doing it). it inspired me to actually do an outline for my NHL AU. It's still just vibes but at least now I know where the vibes should be taking me.

Here's a little bit from Buck and Eddie learning more about each other on one of the first roadies of the season. This section involved researching Swedish citizenship laws and Mexican citizenship laws. It's way more complicated than I make it seem, but it's a fic so I can do whatever I want.

“Well when you do meet up with her, I can watch Chris for you if you want,” Buck offers with a smile. “Or I can come as backup.” “I may take you up on watching Chris,” Eddie smiles at him, soft and just for Buck. “But I think showing up with my six foot two two-hundred and thirty pound defensive partner to talk about a custody agreement might make her feel like she’s being ambushed. I still want her in Christopher's life and I'd like it if she were still in mine. She was my friend before she was anything else and I still love her, even if that love has changed into something besides romantic in the last two years." “Okay, yeah, that’s fair,” Buck nods, his heart twisting a little at the thought that Eddie might still be in love with his ex. He doesn't let himself linger on that though. “Your abuela is in L.A., right? Is the rest of your family there too?” “My parents are still in El Paso. I-I don’t want them here. When Shannon got pregnant they kind of lost it on me, called me irresponsible, said I was throwing my future away. Then they were pissed that Shannon wouldn’t marry me. It wasn’t good,” Eddie’s voice is tight, like this still hurts to talk about. “My middle sister Sophia is in her second year at Arizona State - she’s on their hockey team and I’m pretty positive she’ll get drafted if the PWHA is still around in a couple years when she graduates.” “She’s good?” “She’s unbelievable,” Eddie looks so fucking proud. “She led the team in goals last year as a freshman.” “Damn,” Buck names another mental note, this one to look up Sophia Diaz’s stats and highlights. “What about your youngest sister.” “She’s graduating from high school this year. I’m five years older than her so I’m not as close with her as I am with Sophia, but Adriana is so smart,” Eddie still looks insanely proud. “She wants to move to Stockholm for university. My parents don’t really want her to, so I offered to help her pay if she needs it.” “Is it harder to get into schools over there if you’re American?” “Technically, we can all get Swedish citizenship because of our mom,” Eddie tells him. “I’m actually an American citizen, Swedish, and Mexican. I’ve got all three passports and everything.” “What the fuck,” Of everything Eddie’s hold him, that’s the most surprising. "You're an international man of mystery, Diaz." "How do you now Austin Powers but not the Fast and the Furious?"

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[dum1s-writings]

Well, hello! It's nice to see an active total drama writer in here! I love this show so much and the fandom is like dead 💀

So, I had this idea...

It could be headcanons or a fic/one-shot, whatever you feel like the most!

But, what about the reaction to the TDWT crew to Chris bringing his niece with him?? Like, the reader is just a sweet 19 y/o teenager who looks for their safety and actually cares about them??? (Total contrary to his uncle lmao).

It doesn't have to be with one character specifically, most like how they would react overall to the reader wanting to protect them from Chris (AND PLEASE MAKE THE READER PROTECT CODY FROM SIERRA I BEG U)

Anyways, have a nice day!!! <3

~~~The Nice McLean~~~

I fucking love Total Drama!! I firmly believe Leshawna should've won the first season. I'll try to add my least favorite characters from World Tour to avoid being biased.

Warnings: Chris McLean, Sierra's stalker behavior, attempted manipulation from Alejandro, Duncan being kind of an ass, does Cody being a crybaby count? I'm making it count.

Pronouns: They/Them

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"Alright contestants I have another surprise for you." Chris looked at the tired teens. From behind Chef came another teen. They smiled and waved to the other teens.

"Another contestant?" A few questioned simultaneously.

"Oh hell no. Their mother would kill me." Chris slung his arm around them and tugged them close. "This here is -Y/N- McLean, my nibling."

"Heya," their smile got bigger "I hope we can get along."

Everyone was too shocked to speak for a moment. Sierra was trying so hard not to flip her shit. Chris McLean's nibling was actually in front of her.

"So you're related to Chris?" Harold finally asked.

"Yeah. My mom is his sister." -Y/N- answered truthfully.

"Think of -Y/N- as a co-host. Another Chris of sorts." The older man smirked. "They'll keep an eye on you famous wannabes while I can't."

First of all we'll get the obvious out of the way, the cast fucking love you, after getting to know you. Obviously at first learning you're related to the devil host, Chris McLean, they immediately thought this season would be twice as torturous. But give them a couple of days or weeks and most of them would willingly jump from the plane for you. The others may take some time.

I'll start with the ones that take no time in becoming your fans:

Cody: for him the moment he saw you give a genuine smile was when he trusted you. Having dealt with Chris's shit for so long made him aware of a real and fake smile. Also when you demand Sierra leave him alone? Oh yeah he likes you even more now. Expect a lot of clinging, as much as he can, crying for one reason or another mostly Sierra and excessive praise for the small things.

Lindsay: my sweetheart, so pretty so.....not traditionally smart. She saw you looking super nice in your outfit and that was it. Anyone with fashion choices as good as yours are definitely trustworthy. Please become shopping buddies after the show is over.

Owen: this big lug. He really tries to see the good in everyone. More often than not he's wrong. But he's genuinely happy he's right about you.

Sierra: she knew about you before anyone else. Obviously she's going to trust you from the get go. You're related to THE Chris McLean. That trust may or may not waver...TBD. Either way watch yourself around her. Keep a close eye on your belongings.

The neutral ones who need a bit more time are:

Noah: he just doesn't trust easily. Take no offense to it. I think only Owen was lucky enough, being an actual giant ball of sunshine and stupidity. Perhaps if you sneak him some Noah-Safe food he'll trust you faster.

Gwen: poor girl has been scorned by the world so often. It's left her with a few trust issues. Maybe stick up for her and watch some good horror movies together. Reassurance is the key, she was painted as a bad guy from the beginning. Let her know she's more than that and it's okay to admit she did wrong. Help her move past that.

Leshawna: this bad bitch (lovingly) knows her worth. She wants to make sure others know it as well. Don't talk down to her and hype up her plans and ideas and she'll consider you worth her time and respect. Also keep Alejandro away from her. Please. My queen deserves better.

DJ: he's a softie and a Mama's boy. He does want to trust you. But after his failed restaurant with his Mama it might take some time. People in power never helped him or his Mama. In fact he wonders if they were sabotaged. Help him find ways to "reverse his curse" and he'll definitely trust you, also maybe offer his Mama a job as a chef, especially if it's a higher position in a private kitchen.

The ones who just straight up dislike you and take a long time to like you are:

Alejandro: his family caused him so much trauma. He doesn't trust ANYONE. He may act like it, nodding to your advice and being nice. But alas tis all a front. He's really just waiting for the perfect moment to betray you. When that time comes and goes and you're still nice to him? Yeah....you may have started chipping away at his walls.

Heather: the queen bee. The head of every group project. Highschool taught her to look out for herself. So did the first two seasons of Total Drama. She'll bitch at you and talk shit about you "behind" your back. Just brush it off and continue being nice and you'll win her over, eventually.

Courtney: the Type A Psychotic Crazies and debate team caused Courtney to believe only Courtney can help Courtney. She'll refuse to trust you and judges those who do. In fact it's not until she's kicked off will she finally trust you. Maybe meet up after the show and talk to her, she'll apologize to you and own up to her wrongdoings.

Duncan: the runaway delinquent. The hardass he is doesn't trust you, purely because of your last name. Chris ruined his life, more than he himself could have. Being stalked no matter where he went for 2 years put him on edge. Abolish Chris's stupid "must always sing" rule and his opinion on you might change.

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Hopefully this works. I didn't know what to do for most of it. I was winging it big time.

[otherentrance]

um. an analysis of martha & ten in s3e1 of doctor who or whatever

now when it comes to the tenth doctor's companions you only really hear about rose and donna. and that's great, that makes a lot of sense, i get it. but that meant i really had nothing to go off of with the introduction of martha jones in series 3 & setting aside the fact that i immediately loved her, it really struck me just how calculated the doctor was in that first episode in regard to letting her on

i think its fascinating actually, because in "The Runaway Bride" (the christmas special between series 2 & 3) the doctor had just lost rose. like it went: "Rose Tyler, i love you" *30 seconds later, Donna has entered the chat* "Who the hell are you?" so it makes sense that he's super out of it that whole special

a new end of world crisis is thrown on him, a new person is thrown in his life, & its all happening before he's had time to process the end of "Doomsday". by the end of the special i didnt get why donna didnt go with him, but i get it now

it was all just so much so fast. unfortunately, i dont think we know how much time has passed between The Runaway Bride & Smith and Jones, but he's apparently had enough time to settle two things:

despite his protests, there's no avoiding what donna made him promise. "find someone", "i dont need anyone", "yes you do. because sometimes i think you need someone to stop you.", "yeah"

the fashion in which he wants to go about finding said someone

ok

in that first scene martha and the doctor have together, where the doctor is pretending to be a patient, right off the bat he's got this cheery neutrality to all the doctors-in-training crowding his bed. martha just happens to be the one called up to diagnose him, and he seems to like the way she reacts to finding out he's got two hearts

its interesting, she just takes it calmly, no freaking out or even mentioning it. this is a pattern with martha, she just accepts whatever situation shes in and rolls with it. and the doctor's got this look on his face when he looks at her in that first scene, neutral smile, raised eyebrows, he's curious he's probing the waters he's trying to figure her out

right off the bat, the doctor is curious as to what sort of person martha is. & i dont have the background of how he met rose (because im not watching doctor who in order) but im assuming, based on how it ended, that everything about her sort of happened to him. like she just burst into his life, blinding, and they crashed into each other

so it makes sense, indeed its incredibly human of him, to take the exact opposite approach with a new companion. he doesnt want to fall apart like he did for rose, so he's going in all experimental and curious neutrality and its fascinating because he's not even emotionally distant!

right, ten's emotions are something that gets talked about a lot, about how buried they are. its funny, ten is telling martha who he is instead of showing. (because if you're upfront with the things that hurt you then its all out in the open and you can put distance between yourself and the significance of your own experiences)

im getting ahead of myself. second scene they have together

ten comments on how smart martha is with the whole "if the air was gonna get sucked out it would have happened straight away, but it didnt!" thing. this objective observational approach to bizarre situations seems to be the first thing that draws martha and ten together. shes smart, and clear-headed, and curious. like he is

and then! and then and then!! "fancy going out [-side, on the moon, where there's no oxygen]?" "okay." "we might die." "we might not." "...good, come on."

good. good. like a teacher asking a question and getting the answer they want. the line is delivered slowly (which is saying something because jesus christ david tennant talks fast) and deliberately. if the question is "will you risk your life in the name of figuring out what's going on?" then the answer is "yes, not only will i risk my life but i choose to put my faith in the chance that i live."

curiously, i think it's this gift for hope martha has that ten is drawn to. i think he's been flying by the skin of his teeth, running on hope and running out of it, and martha is an optimist. a curious, smart, observant, optimist. god i love her already

(at the end of that interaction ten specifically points to the other woman with martha and says "not her, she'll hold us up". he's chosen his subject, and disregarded the other potential opportunities. its so calculated)

scene three, that balcony scene.

turns out they can breathe on that balcony, wahoo. martha remembers that party with her family and starts getting choked up. "you okay?" "yeah" "you sure?" "yeah" "you wanna go back in?" "no way, we could die any minute but all the same its beautiful"

ten sees her getting emotional and, briskly, asks if shes okay. she insists she is twice in a row and shoves down her emotions in favor of admiring the view. and who is this reminding me of?

okay so thats the fourth thing of note then. she's calm, smart, hopeful, and ignores her own emotions in crisis. and she finds joy in that view too! its beautiful! standing in the earth light.

she finally asks him whats happened, and he turns the question back on her. here we go, fifth thing. "extraterrestrial. idk a few years ago that would have sounded mad, but these days?" she pays attention. complete opposite of donna, she's caught up on the alien events going on and she believes them

moving right along: ten makes the decision to open up to martha, and tell her his real name. "what, people call you The Doctor?" "yeah" "well im not, as far as im concerned you've got to earn that title" "well i better make a start then"

i love this interaction. he's telling her his name and instead of ogling at the weirdness she says "earn it." like its a challenge. my current hypotheses, having not seen the rest of season 3, is that this is a unique quirk of their dynamic. martha wont just take his bullshit, or ogle at his space-alien-ness, or let him take charge just to follow after going "what the hell??". she'll catch right up with him and help figure out the mystery as well

ok scene 4

"if they're [jabloon, monster of the week] police are we under arrest? are we trespassing on the moon or something?" "no, but i like that! good thinking."

again, she's sharp. creative. and then the reveal that the doctor's non-human! oh youre kidding me, dont be ridiculous, stop looking at me like that. 13 seconds. "oh you're kidding me, you're not non-human" to "well shit, guess he is" in 13 seconds! she's marvelous! she just takes it!

fifth scene, the whole The Doctor is trying to figure out the situation and the companion is hanging back asking questions and trying to get their head around the whole space alien thing while he spits information a mile a minute. its crazy, she keeps up! like not just with how freaking fast ten talks, with what he's saying!

im a broken record, she just believes it all its wild. she recognizes the situation as a problem, accepting each piece of information as valuable and true, and works to solve it i love you martha jones

ok i cant sit here going scene by scene lets jump to the end shall we

scene i lost count. the tardis is parked in some back alley after a fiasco of that family party for marthas brother

the initial test is over, and martha's passed. the doctor wants to take a chance on her

"i just thought, since you saved my life and ive got a brand-new sonic screwdriver which needs road testing, you might fancy a trip?"

evidently martha cant say no to that so we, lovely viewers, are treated to a classic "its bigger on the inside!" scene. and ten's got that look on his face again! carefully cataloging her reaction, sizing her up.

coming full circle, martha asks about the doctors previous companions (again), and its fascinating comparing this scene with the opening of "The Runaway Bride"

where donna stumbled across rose's jacket, assumed ten had kidnapped her, and confronted him about it, thus throwing the hurt of loosing rose right back in his face, ten puts it all out in the open for martha right off the bat

im the doctor, ive got a brand new sonic screwdriver, the tardis is bigger on the inside, and the last one was rose. welcome aboard

even while throwing it all out in the open, ten quickly says "anyway" like he doesnt want to talk about it. when martha asks where she is (like donna did) ten assures her that rose is safe and fine. directly doing the opposite of how donna approached the subject

and still ten insists that martha isnt going to be "the new companion". that shes here for one trip, then back home. he knows donna was right, he needs someone, he promised her. he knows but he doesnt want it, yet. hes telling martha the situation while still walling off his actual feelings about it

which explains why ten reacts so badly to martha teasing him about that kiss from earlier. when she opens up the situation like he's flirting he shuts her down fast. but when she turns it into a joke, and says she's not interested we get "good." again

its a really clear pattern, the way ten assesses her this episode. he notices her cool headedness and observation and pokes a bit more. he shuts her off when she approaches territory he doesnt want her to. he responds with "good" when she responds with what he wants

he's drawn to her because they share a lot of key traits (accepting bizarre situations, intellect, high emotional regulation) & because she shows a few key traits that distinctly compliment his own (her hope, curiosity, and stubbornness). she doesnt marvel at him like other companions did (and will), and doesnt put up with his bullshit either. she makes fun of him for being "pompous" in a way other humans just worshipped him. she relates, accepts, understands, and humbles him in very distinct, important ways

anyway "Smith and Jones" was a solid episode & you guys dont talk about martha enough, shes amazing

[cherryberry-sugarandspice]

I Need To Let You Go

Sad Miguel Hours

CW: infant loss, grief, death, everything is very sad because cherry is sad

"Oh, mija, if only you had seen me and your uncle back in the day," Miguel chuckles, hugging Gabriella close to his chest as he lays back in the stiff chair. She's only half a year hold and he pushes whatever hair she has back, watching as it falls flat against her head. He kisses her forehead, nuzzling his cheek into her head. "Yeah, we weren't the best behaved as teens. Stealing cigarettes or managing to get someone to buy us some beer."

Miguel rolls his eyes at the memory, slightly cringing. He rubs circles into Gabriella's back, sighing softly. "Can you believe I'm a hero now, mija? Saving the innocent and fighting bad guys. If fifteen year old me can see me now, he'll laugh."

"Did I ever tell you about the time I got chased by a horse? Haha, back then it was terrifying, but we can laugh about it now, mamas."

"I'm thinking of getting a little dog. What do you think, mija?"

"I work with so many idiots, mija, but they're all good people. I just wish things went the way I wanted, you know?"

"Lego Peter is one of my best. He's strong, agile, smart, and catches anomalies as if it were a hobby of his. So glad I recruited him."

Miguel continues talking to Gabriella about many things. He laughs at fond memories and cringes whenever he speaks about when he was younger. He wishes he can go back in time and smack himself in the back of his head.

He hugs his baby close, tears trickling down his heated cheeks. A heavy weight presses itself against his soul, making it hard to breathe. He nuzzles his cheek against her head slowly, his eyes squeezed shut. He chokes as he speaks.

"Mjia...can you hear me?"

Gabriella's heart is beating due to the life support, but there's no activity in her brain. She was pronounced brain dead several hours ago. Miguel nodded his head painfully slow, his eyes glazed over in denial. He scooped his little girl up into his strong arms, sat back in a chair and laid her against his chest, then began talking about everything and anything.

"Please, mija," Miguel pleads with his baby. He wraps her little fingers around his large finger and winces when her tiny hand slips and falls against his chest. He grinds his teeth together and slides his finger beneath her baby hand, waiting for it to squeeze it with her baby strength. "Please, mija, show me that you can hear me. L-Let's prove these doctors wrong, okay? Let's show them you're okay."

Gabriella's body is connected to multiple cords. The heart monitor beeps, showing signs of her being alive, but let's be honest.

She's dead.

Miguel places multiple kisses into her head, choking on a sob. "Mija, don't scare daddy. This isn't funny. Please."

He rubs her back, waiting for her to move or make one of her baby noises. Waits for her to life her head and blink up at him with twinkling brown eyes, flashing him a gummy smile, chubby cheeks pinched. He waits for his baby to wake up, because there's no way she's dead. No. He refuses to acknowledge it.

Miguel carried her for nine months. He went through agonizing hours of labor. He spent many sleepless nights tending to her.

Like come on, she just started crawling.

She hasn't even said her first words yet.

Miguel trembles, hugging her close, slowly rocking back and forth, the realization that his little girl might actually be dead hitting him like a truck.

"Oh...Oh god," he chokes, tears streaming down his cheeks. "No, no! Please, Gabi, please wake up. Please, for daddy. Please, don't go. Don't go. Dontgodontgodontgodontgo-" his words end up in a high pitched squeal and he sobs, stomping his feet.

Miguel kisses her all over her face. He stands up and paces around the room, bouncing her lightly like he did whenever she cried or when he was trying to get her to sleep.

This isn't fair.

It's not fucking fair.

Miguel always dreamed of being a father, and Gabriella was the little angel given to him. He adored her. Bought her cute dresses and bows. Tickled her chubby belly, laughing in pure joy at her squeals. He allowed her to sleep in bed with him, but had no pillows and blankets in fear of her suffocating.

He took her for walks through the park. Attended reading sessions at a nearby library. Spending sleepless nights to feed her, change her, and try to get her back to sleep, but once she had that big smile on her face and sparkling eyes, he knew that she wasn't going to bed anytime soon and he wasn't either. During those moments, he was frustrated and angry. He was so tired. The apartment was a mess and he hardly had time for himself.

He wants that back.

He wants those moments of him not sleeping and attending to his baby. Wants to walk back through the door of his apartment with Gabriella in her car seat and see the messy apartment. He wants to spend one more day with her.

If he had known that this was going to happen, he would've taken those sleepless nights, the messy apartment, the never ending laundry, her puking on him, her kicking his face when he placed socks on her little feet, and cherished them.

Miguel sits back down, staring at the ground. "I need to let you go, do I?" He waits a bit to see if she'll make a noise or move, just because he doesn't want this to be true. But it is, and he can't keep her on the line forever. Miguel kisses her head, body trembling violently. "Daddy loves you so, so much, mija. In these short few months, you made me the world's happiest man. I loved being your dad, Gabi."

He finally looks into her face, crying. "I hope you're not in pain. I hope wherever you are, you're happy. I'll see you one day, mija. I love you."

Thirty minutes later, the plug was pulled, and Miguel lost a part of himself that night.

Never again, will he be the same.

Never.

[more-cardigan-than-woman]

Enough, Enough Now.

Summary: You're getting married! Why can't you stop crying?

Jason Todd x ExReader

2.5k

Warnings: SMUT 18+ Only. Chocking, Oral, angst, HAPPY ENDING. Dick Cameo, Kate Cameo.

Enough.

"Hey kid, how you feeling?" Kate asks as she steps into the bridal suite, "holy shit, you look good." She smiles as she takes in your wedding dress, the fancy style of your hair and the exquisite way you've done your makeup. 

"Kate, i-" you turn to her, tears already welling in your eyes.

"Oh kiddo," she rushes forward, embracing you in a tight hug, her fingers gently brushing the tears as they start to fall, "you know you don't have to do this."

"I know, I know," you start to sob into her shoulder, "I want to. It's just-"

"Jason." 

"Yeah, I feel like he's here. Like he's watching me, still."

"He's not here." She pulls you back, holding you by the shoulders, "It's only us. Dicks on his way, but Jay-"

"I feel like I'm doing the wrong thing," you confess, deflating into an armchair, "I just- is this even fair to marry him when-" 

"Look at me, kiddo." Kate says sternly, smiling down at you when your eyes meet, "This life, it's not for everyone. I think you're smart to get out. God knows I wish I had."

"I still love him."

"It'll pass."

Meanwhile on a rooftop across town.

"Figured I'd find you here." Dick smirks, his face taking up the full view of Jason's scope, "thought you weren't coming little wing."

"I'm not. I'm just here to make sure she's alright."

"Let me take a peek." Dick pushes him out of the way so he can stare down the scope, noticing how you're held in Kate's arms, "doesn't look okay to me."

"I know. She's been like it all morning."

"Go to her."

"Dick, I can't. You know I can't."

"Why not? Just tell her you love her and steal her away. Shit man, I'll help you."

"She's getting married! It's not like-"

"Like what? Like you still love her? Like you know that she loves you. It's easy."

"It's not easy. She deserves better than me Dick. Someone safe and fucking normal like Dr whatever his name is."

"I thought you'd know better than to tell a woman what she deserves."

"It doesn't matter anyway." He says with a sigh, sliding down the guard rail and pressing his face into his hands, "it's done, she's getting married Dick. Whatever I want, it doesn't matter. It's too late."

"It's not. Never is, little brother."

The Bridal Suite.

"Sorry I'm late, got caught up," Dick smiles as he walks into your room, giving Kate a quick high five, "time to tag out Katie, I got it from here."

"Good luck, she's a mess." Kate says, grabbing her coat and a glass of wine, "I'll see you in a few." She kisses your forehead, wrapping her strong arms around your head and giving it a squeeze.

"Thanks Kate," you wipe the tears away, "I'll be alright."

"Course ya will. I'm here now." Dick beams, encircling your waist and pulling you into a hug.

"Have you seen him?" You blurt out as soon as Kate exits the room.

"Yeah. I saw him."

"He's here isn't he? I can feel him."

"Aren't you marrying someone else?"

"Yeah," you sigh, "guess I am."

"Good. So tell me, is this really what you're wearing?"

"Fuck you! This dress is perfect."

"Dude, you look like a cloud."

"I do not!" 

"Kind of do. Like a big white fluffy cloud."

"Don't be a dick on my wedding day." 

"Comes with the name."

"Whatever, we should get going."

"I just need to go to the bathroom." He smirks, "don't wanna have to pee during and miss the ceremony." 

"Fine. Actually, could you help me? I was going to ask Kate, but-"

"How do we do that?"

With a lot of maneuvering and lifting and twisting of your fluffy cloud dress you finally manage to get yourself on the toilet with Dicks help. 

"We're late." You mutter looking down at your phone. Noticing that you still haven't heard from him. Not a message or a call or anything. 

"Let's go then. Wouldn't want the cloud Princess to be late."

"You're not calling me that." You glare at him.

"Of course, Miss Cloud.” he extends your elbow for you, “Now let's go get you married." 

The walk down to the large greenhouse has your hands twitching, your nails digging into the nook of Dicks arm as you approach Eli and the rest of your life. Are you making a mistake? Fuck, why does it feel like you are? Like you should be walking down to meet someone else. Someone taller, bulkier, eyes blue as the sky that's shining through the windows.

"It's all right, Cloudy. It'll be ok." Dick squeezes on your hand, "I can help you run if that's what you want."

"No. I just-" you shake the thoughts from your head, "nerves."

"No need for that, puff n fresh." 

"You're right."

"Righter than you think," he smiles as he presses a soft kiss into your hair, before pulling the veil over your face, "Open the door." He says to the attendant who's standing by, "she's ready."

The door swings open and your eyes are already downcast. You're thankful for Dicks sturdy arm leading you down the aisle. You can hear Selina, her gentle voice coming from the left, telling you how pretty you look. Dicks hand squeezes yours as you feel water starting to fill your eyes. This is wrong. That you shouldn’t be doing this. It’s a mistake. You stare up at Dick to tell him as much, but he only gives you a reassuring smile. He releases your hand to rest his on your back, "I got you." He whispers, "it's alright."

"I-"

"Just a few more steps."

You keep your eyes on Dick as you stop. Unsure you can even look Eli in the eye and tell him no. You can't.

"You're not here to marry me," Dick smiles, trying to pry your hand from around his arm, "turn around, little cloud."

You give him a nod,  turning in place to face Eli. Your eyes still downcast when you notice heavy combat boots in place of Elis signature loafers. Your eyes travel upwards, the suit pants are wider though just as black. You fixate on the strong hands that reach down for your veil, unable to look up. Are you imagining this? Is your heart going to fall onto the floor when your eyes meet his?

"I'm up here, Kitten." Jason's low voice whispers as he drapes the veil over your hair and his fingers hook under your chin, "look at me."

Hesitantly, your eyes travel up as he lifts your jaw, "Hi." Jason beams at you, "sorry I was late."

"You- we." You fling your arms around the back of his neck, your dress poofing out behind you as he holds you so tight you think you might split in two. "Grayson." You mutter into Jason's neck.

"You're not mad?" Jason asks right into your ear. 

"Did you kill him?"

"No, Dick paid him off. Which was surprisingly easy."

"Asshole." 

"Idiot. I wouldn't trade you for anything." He starts to kiss into your neck. "You wanna get married, Kitten?" He asks as he sets you on your feet, "be a shame to waste such a pretty dress."

"Yes."

"Good girl. We can sort the rest out later."

You can't stop smiling, the world seems to have gone from the wrong way up to spinning so fast in an instant. You're disappointed in Eli first of all for being so easily bought. But you can't be mad at Dick for what he did, though the uncertainty of what's going to come after this is niggling at the back of your mind. The voice is small, almost inaudible under the joy in your bones.

As the night draws to a close you say goodnight to all your guests, which with Eli's family bailing amounted to about 10 Wayne's and a few of the friends you'd made in town. 

"This our room?" Jason asks, scooping you up in his arms as you open the door, "it's nice. But you know what'd be nicer Kitten?"

"What's that?"

"Letting me unwrap my wedding gift."

"Jay I-" 

"Come here," he sits down on the edge of the bed, his arms reaching out for you, "Good girl, now turn around."

"I'm the gift." You realise as you spin and his lips land on your shoulder.

"Yes, the best gift Grayson has ever gotten me." His fingers work slowly to untie the corset back of your dress, gliding in and out his breath growing heavier with each tug on the ribbon. "Step out," he says holding the skirt wide for you, "now turn around." He scans over the tiny bodysuit, the white lace wrapping around you in all the right places. His lip is almost bleeding from how hard he's biting down on it.

"Can I undress you?"

"Yes, my beautiful wife. But I want to hear you say it."

"Please," you kneel down, your hands skating up this thighs, "my perfect," your get his belt undone with one flick and yank it form his pants, "handsome," you unbutton him, "sneaky, wonderful husband," he lifts up letting you pull his pants from you, "please can I undress you."

"Such a good wife." His hand weaves through your hair, "you want to suck my cock?"

"Mine now." You smirk up at him, licking at his head as he starts to grow in your hand.

"Yes Kitten." He thrusts up into your mouth, "all yours." His hand tightens in your hair, pushing himself further down your throat. "Fuck you're so good at that, Kitten." He moans, your pussy quivering at the sound. "Yes- yes- fuck. Just like that." 

You lick at the underside of his cock, sucking at the tip as he withdraws. Your nails biting into his thighs as you fight to breathe through your nose. Your pussy aching and pulsing with every breath he takes, every moan that leaves his lips and the shaky way he calls you Kitten.

"You need to stop." He shakes, trying to pull you from him, "be a good wife and stop." His fingers yank at your hair, drawing you back and smiling at the pout on your lips, "get on the bed." He demands, pulling his tie out and throwing his jacket and shirt to the wayside as you climb onto the bed behind him. "Fuck you're beautiful." He says, sliding his hands down your legs and hooking his fingers into the snaps on your body suit. "How will I get this off you?" His teeth connect with your thigh as his lips work to ease some of the pain.

"Lick me, please." 

"What perfect manners," his head dips between your legs, "how could I deny my wife." His teeth snag on your buttons, ripping them apart until he's finally got your pussy free and he starts to languidly lick and lap at you, "so wet Kitten. This all for me?"

"Yes, always."

"I know. Always." His hand snakes up, flicking the delicate ring on your finger, "you're mine forever now Kitten." His tongue presses into your pussy, fucking into you. His thumb presses on your clit, and you can already feel your body start to tingle. 

"Jay- fuck." You arch down into him, pressing your pussy into his face. But he pulls back, his eyes searching yours.

"Kitten." He says in a low warning tone as his fingers press at you. "Say it." You start to squirm under him, "say it wife and I'll give you what you need." He palms at his cock as his fingers press into you deeper, "you can do it."

"Daddy." You moan as his fingers fill you and he presses his lips to yours, "fuck me, please fuck me."

"Again."

"Daddy please I need you to fuck me." You beg, your nails clawing into his shoulders to try and bring him closer.

"Good girl." He wraps your legs around him, his cock slapping down onto your clit, "my pretty wife." He slaps it again before lining himself up, his fingers gripping his base.

"Fuck, Daddy." You cry as he presses into you with one thrust, "fucking burns." 

"Going to fuck you like this every night." He pants, picking up one of your knees and throwing it over his shoulder, "make up for- Uh, fuck. Make up for all the nights we've been apart."

"Too many."

"Way too many." His hand gently holds your face as he starts to fuck into you. Your boobs bouncing from the force of him, your hands gripping tight on his arms to keep you in place. "Got a lot to make up for, Kitten. Starting now," his longer fingers rub at your clit, your pussy starts to pulse as you cry out into the night. "Give it to me." He moans, he brings you higher so he can fuck down into you, "give me my cum." 

You moan into his mouth as your release floods his cock, the wet slapping sounds ringing in your ear as you start to see stars, "too much," you pant as he goes harder and faster.

"More, give me more pretty wife."

"Can't."

"Yes you can. You can take it." His hand slides from your chin around your neck, "cum again and again for me. Make me fill you up."

"Deeper," his hand releases your throat for a second, picking up your other leg and pressing his cock even further inside you. Grinding down and rearranging your guts as his tongue swirls inside your mouth.

"I love you, little wife." He moans into your mouth.

"I love you," you pant back, grinding up into him, "love you so much it hurts."

"Can feel you getting close again. Let go, tell me you love me and let go. I got you. I got you forever."

"I love you, fuck. Right there. Yes. I love you," you brain starts to fog as you're overwhelmed with Jason, with pleasure and the reassurance that he's not leaving this time. You spasm, your muscles locking into place, toes curling and your back arching as you shiver underneath him. Jason's cock pulses, throbs and releases inside you, sending another wave of pleasure over you. 

Your body goes limp, your mind dead as you attempt to catch your breath. Gently Jason lets go of your legs, his body rolling you on top of him as he pants beneath you. His fingers rubbing through your hair as you bask in the afterglow.

"Are you ok little wife?" He asks in the softest tone you've ever heard.

"Wonderful."

"Good, get some rest." 

"What happens now? Are you going to give him up?" You say, already feeling sleep pricking at your eyes.

"We'll talk about it in the morning. I think I found a compromise."

"Not going back to Gotham." You admit, wondering if maybe you should have had this discussion before, ya know impulsively getting married.

"I wouldn't ask you too. Dicks got a plan."

"Are we joining the circus?" You ask, nuzzling into his chest. His strong arms wrapping around you, holding you close.

"Oh, little wife. You joined the circus the second I laid eyes on you."

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@lovelyrissa @megumisbabymomma @nutmeg030 @gone-batty-fics

AN: My brains kind of broken at the moment so im just going through and finishing all my WIPS

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Me & You Together | Remus Lupin

Remus Lupin x reader

words 2,1k

modern!au, fluff, Remus' POV, language, friends to lovers

a/n: spontaneous one, hope you'll enjoy <3

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And there's been no way for me to say That I felt a certain way In stages, oh I think the story needs more pages, yes

Every single time I see that girl — swear, every single time — I tell myself 'I need to talk to her', and somehow I never do. I'm not even sure for how long I've been looking forward to see Her at all those parties — always hated them, but not anymore.

Don't remember how we met, but that's unimportant, we did nonetheless. Couldn't be happier for James finally seeing Lily, well, because The Girl is her friend, so now we are friends.

Honestly, that's even worse. Why didn't I ask her out when I first saw her? This will forever be the mystery to me. Because now she only sees me as a friend.

"Didn't take you for a jokester, Remus," she cooed from behind, patting my shoulder.

"Well, I am a man of many talents, thank you very much," I answered. That was weird, right? Stop being weird.

"I figured," she chuckled, fixing herself a drink.

"I can help you with that," I got her the whiskey from the top shelf, gently tapping her hip with mine.

"Oh, wow, thank you," she was looking at my hands as I was mixing the only cocktail I knew — it was her favourite. "Always the gentelmen."

"Anything for you, my lady," I offered her the glass.

"Oh, Remmy, you're so nice," she playfully squeezed my jaw with her small hand.

"If I'm so nice, why don't you go out with me?" I boldly stated. What the hell is wrong with me?

"Oh, God" her hand fell. "I'll have to think. Because we're mates, it doesn't feel right."

She got so serious, I panicked.

"It's cool," I answered. "I'm just messing, Y/N/N."

"Ohh," she let out a breath and a little laugh, "sorry, I thought you were serious, you didn't sound like you were jo- okay whatever, you were messing, okay- uhm- I better- uhm- go?" she gestured to the room where everyone was.

"Sure." Does it sound convincing? Yeah, it probably doesn't.

***

Have you ever felt possessive over a person that was never yours? Well, I certainly have.

Y/N was sitting across from me, reading a book I recommended, and, of course, this bloke must hit on her, right in the library. What a prat!

"I love me a smart girl," this pillock said.

"Congrats," she looked at him with disgust and quickly returned to the book.

"What're you reading?" he closed her book to see the cover.

"Listen, mate, fuck off of her," I chimed in.

"D'you mind?" he said.

"Yeah, I do," I stood up, which proofed to be the right move, because he got scared and fucked off.

"Thanks," she said sheepishly and sighed. "Are you done yet? I wanna leave."

"Yeah, I'm done," I answered putting my things in the bag.

"No, Remmy, if you're not, it's fine, I'll wait," she looked guilty. Why the hell would any of this be her fault?

"Y/N/N, I am done, don't worry, okay?" I assured her. "Let's go to mine, I'll get you some tea, huh? How does that sound?"

I came up to her side of the table to put my arm around her frame.

"That sounds lovely, thanks," she still sounded sheepish.

"Hey, c'mon, don't let this idiot ruin your mood," I led her to the exit.

"It's nothing, really," she lied. "I'm just tired."

"Darling, I'm not gonna argue with you, but just so you know, I know when you're lying."

She smiled, finally.

"What kind of tea are we having tonight?" I asked.

"I need cammomile after this."

"Okay, you will stay the night, right?"

"Oh, no, Rem, I've been staying a whole lot recently."

"Well, I'm just saying that I won't let you wander through the night, so you might as well stay."

It sounded creepy. Lord, why the hell did I put it like that?

She laughed. Thank god.

"If you're alright with that, I'd love to stay."

"Good, 'cuz we need to watch a new season, do you remember?"

"That's right," her eyes lit up, at last. "Is Siri home?"

"Yeah, he is, will it be a problem?"

We got outside.

"No, not at all," she answered simply. "Just wondering."

She has been staying a lot lately. So much that at some point we just fell asleep on the couch together — one of the best moments of my live, not gonna lie — and that from that moment on was the thing.

"Can we go straight to your room?" she asked quietly, taking off her shoes.

"Okay, but you can speak normally, Sirius isn't going to sleep any time soon," I whispered back.

"I know, just don't want to disturb him," she got so close and put her hands on my shoulders, looking up at me. I chuckled at that.

"Okay, go change, I'll get us tea," I squeezed her waist.

"Wait, I forgot to bring my clothes."

"Wear mine."

"What can I wear?"

"Anything you want," I smiled at her.

"Will you show me?" she was so timid.

"You can go through my stuff, it's fine, I trust you," I assured her.

"I dunno," she looked away from my face.

"Please, anything, surprise me, Y/N/N, okay?"

"Okay," she said, but it sounded more like a question.

We went our separate ways.

With two cups in one hand — she hates when I do it, because 'Remus, it's dangerous' — I knocked at my bedroom door.

"Come in," her voice sounded.

She was sitting on my bed, wearing my blue t-shirt and some joggers.

"Did I surprise you?" she said with a smile.

"You did," I put the cups on the bedside table.

"Please, just come here already," she patted the bed.

"Eager," I laughed. "In a second."

When I came back in the room, she was under the blanket. As soon as I got under the blanket she passed me my cup and smiled the brightest smile.

"Now, let's watch," she looked at the screen, waiting for me to hit 'play'.

Soon after she finished her tea, she dozed off on my shoulder.

***

"Ohh, here we are again," Sirius said in a raspy voice, when Y/N and I entered the kitchen in the morning. "Didn't hear you last night, don't be so shy, you can make some noice."

"Good morning to you, too," Y/N ignored Sirius' joke. If I'm being honest it probably wasn't that much of a joke, he must know I like her — probably since day one.

"Moony, I don't think you did a good job, she's not tired and still can walk, go back and finish what you started," Sirius went on. Y/N shook her head at him.

"Sit down, I'm gonna make us breakfast," I said.

"I'll help," she stood by my side.

"Darling, your lover boy can manage, sit down," Sirius sneered. She looked at him in disbelieve.

"I'm fine," I whispered to her.

"Okay," she cooed in defeat, and sat across from Sirius.

"Sooo," Sirius started, "can't get enough of my friend here."

"Ha-ha, really funny."

"It is," he continued sipping on his tea.

"No, it's not, I feel really guilty about crashing at yours so often, but I just cannot listen to James banging Lily," Y/N spoke and looked at me, when I turned to them while waiting for a pan to heat.

"Don't feel guilty, it's fine," I chimed in.

"Yeah, right, and you found solace in the arms of one and only Remmy boy," Sirius' grin just widened with every single word that left our mouths.

"What would you do if James was fucking your roommate?"

"Well, if James shagged Remus I would've been really surprised," Sirius was as calm as ever.

"Okay, great," I turned away.

"What are turning away for? I'm not James. Not gonna shag you."

"Sirius," Y/N laughed.

"My lady, do you find it disturbing, me talking about your lover boy that way?"

"Shut it," she was still laughing.

***

"Oi, Y/N, need a ride?" James came in as the three of us sat on the couch.

"Yes, thank you, let me get my stuff," she quickly headed to my room.

"Slow down, I'm not going anywhere, take your time," James shouted. "Hello, lads." He made it to the couch.

"So, did you have a good sleep?" Sirius grinned.

"Sure," James smirked.

"I bet you had it was better than your girlfriend's roommate's," Sirius looked at me.

"What are you looking at me for?" I asked.

"Oh, really?" James said. "They didn't?"

Sirius shook his head.

"But she's wearing his clothes and everything."

"I know!" Sirius exclaimed.

"What do you two know?" I said dismissively.

"Apparently more than you," Sirius started. "Why don't you ask her out?"

"Because," I said, but couldn't think of any reason. I mean, I did ask her out once. But then backpedalled. "Because, her and I are mates. That's it."

"Do you believe that?" James said to me.

"Yeah, mate, for how long you've been dreaming about her already? Two years? Three?" Sirius pressed.

"Definitely three," James helped.

"Not three, and stop it," I escaped to the kitchen.

"So, more?" Sirius followed me.

"Definitely more," James was right behind him.

"Oh my god, would you leave me alone?" I snapped.

"What's with all the fuss?" Y/N reappeared.

"Nothing," I looked at the guys and rage was making its way through my body. "It was good to see you, Y/N, 'till later."

And I just left to my room. I didn't even give her a hug. Yeah, I'm an idiot.

***

"I upset you, I'm sorry, Remmy," her voice sounded soft through the speaker. "I will not bother you again, I promise, just don't be mad at me."

How could she think I was upset with her? Never.

I should've picked up the phone when she was calling.

I'm not mad with you, Y/N. I'm in love with you — that's what I wanted to write.

Sorry if it looked like you upset me. You didn't. The guys did, but I shouldn't have acted that way towards you. I'm sorry. You aren't bothering me. I love spending time with you. Please bother me more — that's what I actually wrote.

Y/N: You're not mad? What a relief!

Me: I can't be mad with you

Y/N: I'll remember that

***

Y/N was dragging me outside.

"What's with you, Remus, I barely recognise you," she started, grabbing my shoulders, so I'd look at her. I couldn't.

"I'm fine," I mumbled, not daring to look at her.

"So you almost got in a fight for nothing?" she didn't stop.

"Leave it at that, Y/N," I tried to shake her off.

"At what? I don't get it! Every time a guy pays me attention, you are getting aggressive. What's up with that?"

"If you don't know, then I don't either."

She was looking at me as I lit a cigarette.

"I thought you quit," she whispered.

"I thought so too," I couldn't even imagine looking into her eyes.

"I wish you would just talk to me," she sat down on the bench. "I don't know what else I should do to make you ask me out again, and I can't ask you out myself, because I'm a coward. I'm spending so much time with you that everyone knows that I fancy you, except for you. Remus, what the fuck should I do? Please, tell me? I'll do it."

I finally looked at her, into her sad eyes, a fag just slipped out of my hand.

"I know, it's my fault, because when you asked me out, I didn't say yes right away. But in my defence I didn't know what to do, I really needed time to process it. But you said you were joking and that's it. Were you really? Was I wrong thinking that you weren't? Because if so, it is fine. It's just, Sirius was..." she went on, looking down at her lap.

"You... fancy me?" was all I could say.

"Yeah, is it so bad?" her eyes were glassy.

"Oh, I am daft then," I took her hand in mine, dropping to my knees infront of her.

"You're not daft, why'd you say that?" she was so close to panting.

"Because I was a git, a blind one too," I kissed her knuckles.

"Stop calling yourself all these names, you are incredible, Remmy," she put her free hand on my cheek, and I couldn't help leaning into her touch.

"Answering your question, you don't have to do anything. Y/N Y/L, will you go on a date with me? Forever the idiot."

"I told you, stop," she wanted to sound stern, but her smile wasn't allowing it. "Yes, Remus Lupin, please, take me on a date already."

She pressed her lips to my forehead.

All along, I should've just talked to her. Idiot.

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Just Let Me Adore You Pt. 11

Pairing: Stucky x Reader

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: well, y/n is kidnapped so there's that, weapons, implied unethical experimenting

Genre: Kinda angst ig

Summary: You’ve been dating your boyfriend, Bruce, for 3 absolutely blissful years. He’s a scientist and professor who is as smart as he is kind and if anyone asked, you were sure you’d spend the rest of your life with him. That is until two mysteriously charming men that Bruce swears are dangerous take an interest in you that threatens to turn your entire life upside down. I mean… what exactly are you supposed to do with two gorgeous men telling you something that suggests that basically everything you think you know is a lie? And why does part of you have enough doubt to wonder if they might be telling the truth?

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***

Wanda did get your emergency code and she practically ran off in the middle of her date with Vision when she saw your text. It only took her a few minutes to realize something wasn't right when she got back to the apartment. First of all the front door was open, no, not just open, it was splintered. Someone broke the door and Wanda winces at the realization. The landlord is going to be so pissed about that, but she can't really worry about the door right now. Her initial instinct is to call out for you when she enters the apartment but there's a sinking feeling of dread settling within her at the thought, reminding her of your SOS, reminding her that something is wrong. She scans the living room quickly, the coffee table is askew, the rug is half flipped, and one of the armchairs is on its back. She frantically pulls out her phone to call you and when she sees it ringing on the floor her heart stops. She wasn't quick enough to get to you. Something terrible has happened and she couldn't get here in time to help you. Without a second thought, she conjures a portal that takes her to the only other people she trusts with your safety.

"You two." She says. The sound of guns cocking sound throughout the room in quick succession. It looks like she's interrupted a meeting but right now she can't be bothered to give a damn about that. "Alright, if all of you want to leave this room alive I suggest you lower those guns because I promise that I could kill all of you faster than any of you could pull a single trigger." She says without even looking around the room at any of them. Steve's hands shoot up as he prepares to defuse the situation before it goes south.

"Lower your weapons. She's a friend." He says to the men in the room and slowly, hesitantly, firearms are put down but not away. "Wanda we're in the middle of something you can't just do... whatever the hell that was whenever you feel like it." He sighs.

"I thought you had security watching my best friend." Wanda says ignoring Steve's admonition.

"We do. Can we talk about this later?" Steve says.

"No, we cannot because if you have security watching her, watching our place, you have to explain to me how it is possible that our apartment was broken into and y/n is currently missing." She grits out.

"What?" The color drains from Steve's face at her words.

"Meeting dismissed." Bucky says to the room.

"Boss this is-"

"Out. Now." Bucky glares, not letting the random guy finish his statement. All but two men scurry out of the room quickly.

"Y/n's missing? You're sure?" Steve asks.

"Positive. I was out on a date and she sent me an SOS message, I got there and our front door was broken, furniture was overturned and her phone was dropped on the floor when I tried to call her."

"Can you find her? Like with magic, I mean?" Steve asks.

"Maybe." Wanda says.

"Maybe?" Bucky asks.

"This kind of thing isn't exactly a one-step process, okay? Locating people with magic it- it can be a little complicated." Wanda says.

"You've never been here and you got to us just fine." He frowns.

"I've been inside your heads before getting here was light work." She shrugs.

"Excuse you?" Steve blinks.

"I won't apologize for it. You wanted to date my best friend I wanted to make sure you weren't going to hurt her. Especially after what happened with Bruce. She wouldn't consider seeing you otherwise. I'm the reason she agreed to that date that got yall together." Wanda waves her hand dismissively.

"You went inside our heads?!" Bucky asks.

"Oh relax it's not like I went through your trade secrets. I was only interested in your thoughts on y/n."

"You can control what you see?" He asks.

"Think of your mind like one of those rooms filled with filing cabinets. Every thought you've ever had goes in a file in a drawer in a filing cabinet, if you know what you're looking for you only open the drawer you need to open and knowing my way around people's minds is like my specialty when it comes to magic. And whatever you've thought about her that has you making that guilty expression right now Bucky I promise did not see it, this was before your first date with her."

"Invasion of privacy aside that is nowhere near our biggest problem right now so back to the abduction situation. You think you can find her, right? How do we help?" Steve asks.

"Unless either of you has magic powers you've been hiding, this part you can't help with. All you need to do is have a plan, a team, or whatever it is you do, have something in place for if I find her. I could probably go by myself depending on the situation but it's been a while since I've had to get my own hands dirty and why change that when my best friend has the mob to do her bidding? So just be ready to go so we can rescue her."

"Buck." Steve says.

"On it. Sam you're with me." Bucky says exiting the room with one of the two that stayed in tow.

"Clint I want you to find out what the hell happened with our guys that it was even possible for us to end up in this situation and see if you can find anything that will help us find her, security footage, something dropped at the apartment, witnesses, anything, Clint. I want answers and quickly." Steve orders the one still in the room.

"Will do." The guy nods and stomps out quickly.

"Whatever it is you do, Wanda, do it and try to do it fast." Steve says to her. Wanda nods at him before sitting at the table and closing her eyes. Steve takes a seat across from her, waiting for her to do something and hopefully quickly. They have to find you. They'll raise hell if they don't. They'll raise hell if they do find you too.

~*~*~

You blink slowly as you come to. The bright lights are overwhelming while you try to get your bearings, ignoring the way your head throbs. It's not the worst headache you've had but it certainly isn't making things any easier.

"Well look who's awake." You grunt when a loud voice fills the room you're in. You jump up and look around. Stark white walls surround you, except one. One plexiglass 'wall' is directly in front of you showing you the hallway filled with rooms identical to yours. All of which are empty, at least the ones you can see. A sinking feeling of familiarity settles like a pit in your stomach but you can't dwell on it long. You look around for the source of the disembodied voice. A camera stares down at you from one corner at the back of the room and you assume the voice is watching you from it.

"Who are you? What am I doing here?" You glare at the camera.

"I'm a scientist. You, if it wasn't obvious, are here as part of an experiment." The voice says.

"Do you have a name disembodied so-called scientist or is 'scientist' all you identify as?" You cross your arms.

"My name doesn't matter. And while you're in there neither does yours. You are subject AZM89273. That is how you will be referred to while here."

"Ooo I've got a serial number. How cute. Did you come up with that all by yourself?" You roll your eyes.

"If you think you're going to hurt me with your snarky attitude, remember that I am out here and you are in there."

"Oh no, sticks and stones my dude, sticks and stones. The snark isn't for you that's just my way of processing this whole straight out of taken nightmare situation, if it happens to annoy you in the process well, that's just a bonus. Look, personally, I already know there are only really, like, two ways this situation ends. I find a way out of here on my own and rip your throat out myself or if I don't there will be an army here in the next if you're lucky, 48 hours but I'd guess you've got at best 24 but most likely less depending on how long I've been in here already. Either way, your clock is definitely ticking. So I'm really not worried at all, you, however, might want to figure out an escape plan because they will burn this place to the fucking ground with all of you inside it, without a second thought." You say.

"You can make threats all you want but you're the one locked in a room." The voice says after a moment. He sounds snappy now like you're getting under his skin actually.

"For now, but like I said I'm not worried." You shrug.

"We'll begin testing in an hour." He forces out. If you had to guess, he's clenching his teeth.

"I'll be counting down the minutes! Anything I should study?" You watch the camera disappear into the wall, although you're sure you're still being monitored. "Alright y/n, got an hour. Let's brainstorm." You glance around the room. It's mostly empty. There's a bed and a clock on the wall and that's about it. Okay. You just threatened to rip out a throat so chances are they aren't gonna cart you out of here conscious. Which, likely means, sedation. They might use gas. That would be safest, they don't have to risk sending someone in here with you, but for all they know could have the lung capacity of a free diver. A shot would be risker but easier to ensure incapacitation. Either way, you probably won't be able to escape on your way to whatever testing they have planned for you. Your best bet is during the 'testing' or on the way back.

An hour goes by and suddenly gas fills the space you're in. Yeah, you totally saw that choice coming. You hold your breath for as long as you can but eventually, the sedative fills your lungs when they start to burn from not breathing. You barely catch two people in white suits entering the room before your eyes shut.

When you wake up again you're not sure how much time has passed really. A quick glance around makes you aware of a couple of things. You're facing the ceiling, you're moving actually. The lights passing over you are reminiscent of every drama ever when a character is being wheeled through a hospital on a gurney. Except this isn't a drama and while there are people pushing the gurney they are calm and quiet as they wheel you... wherever you're going, none of the chaos and yelling you've seen in shows. Your hands are also locked in place. Metal digs into your wrists when you try to move them. You don't want to make any sudden movements, maybe if you're careful they won't notice you're awake yet. Using your peripheral vision to the best of your ability you try to pinpoint where you're going, or at least where you are now. This is the one time in your life that you wish you had visited Bruce more often at the lab. You have no clue what the layout of this place is, you can't remember from the one time Bruce showed you around. Getting out of here might be much harder than you initially anticipated.

"-really think... is a good idea? Feels like... plan is going to..." Despite your efforts to focus, you miss parts of the sentence. Maybe you're not as awake as you thought.

"I sure hope not... all screwed." The response comes in broken too. You assume they're referring to whatever plan you are here to be part of. If they're so skeptical, why are they even involved? What exactly is going on here?

~*~*~

When Wanda's eyes finally snap open she lets out a gasp. Steve looks up at the sudden movement, waiting for her to say something, to give any indication that this time she was successful in locating you. She's been at it for hours and the longer this goes on the more anxious it makes them both.

"Did you find her?" Steve asks.

"Fucking hell." She breathes out.

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