#i'm convinced there's something wrong with me. something i just cant manage to do right

[navramanan]

Dont know which would be worse

#having only myself to blame or being able to point fingers at my parents #sometimes i do both. i blame myself but also my parents but then i look at my sister who had the same parents #and she still has a more fullfilling social life than i do #she has her few friends but her friendships are so fulfilling she doesnt want any more #and then you have me fighting tooth and nail to meet new people #and still feel incredibly lonely most of the time #i love the friends i have but i feel alone regardless #it's like i dont have anyone to really count on. which is selfish. but i've always felt like a reserve friend #if that makes sense. like ''she'll be there regardless''. like i'm in a reserve room incase anyone should need me #i'm convinced there's something wrong with me. something i just cant manage to do right #i know i shouldnt hold on to the past but how if it affects my present #i always feel so awful when i see and hear about the concept ''friendships formed during childhood & adolescense are the most special'' #and everyone i know left that phase with a best friend. and a couple good friends #and i left it feeling like i just. you know how schools are crowded places and you exit from the door and everyone goes home #i felt like while everyone was leaving with at least someone i was leaving it alone #like watching everyone walk away with each other and i'm walking out alone #like. like i was just surrounded by so many people when did it become so empty #i wish i had at least that one person with whom i have that very special bond #i feel like i have no one to really count on. no one needs me while i need someone #i'm scared of my future too like i'll remain this lonely for a long time. bc what will happen with me #when i've already lost my chance in school and uni #uni was atrocious it started with covid and all my classes were completely online the first two semesters #i somehow managed to make three friends that are very dear to me #but as i said. i'm looking for that one special connection and i think this search for it will be my demise 🤣 #anyway i feel like if i continue it will get less comprehensible #nesi rants

[jetiisyandereclones]

The bad batch were stumped. They had just stepped out for some supplies after a mission, leaving omega on the ship.

They thought that she wouldn't be able to get into any trouble there. Aparently they were wrong.

There, Infront of them, were two babies.

Omega was sitting on the floor playing with them while they munched amd sucked on some rations.

Hunter spoke up.

'Omega, where did these two come from?'

'I don't know. I was in my room for a bit, came down and they were just there. Didn't want to let them go wandering so I kept them here' she chirped, unfazed by the occurence.

Wrecker picked them up.

'Awww, Hunter, they're so cute! Look at them, they're barely bigger than Lula!

He held both of the babies, twins it seemed, in one large arm.

Most would be scared to see someone this big with children so small, but Wrecker was well aware of his strength, and could be deceptively gentle when he wanted.

'I'm keeping them!'

They all, even Omega, looked at him as if he had grown a second head.

'Are you mad? We cant just steal someone's kids. Besides, what do you know about taking care of babies?' Crosshair drawled, spitting out his toothpick.

'Your one to talk. What about that pretty little console operator you and Luc are taking. You changed your mind about that?'

Crosshair glared at him.

'That's different.'

Wrecker pulled the babies in towards his chest, hugging them like he would his stuffie.

'How?'

'She's an adult, for one. Second of all, she's actively endangering herself with her work. We dont know anything about these kids, or where they came from.'

'I know, that they were alone and crawled onto the ship all by themselves. It's the will of the force!'

'That's not how the force works, Wrecker' Tech chimed in, examining the children to see if he could find anything out.

'They seem to be in perfect health. No injuries, no signs of malnourishment. There is no evidence to beleive that these two have been abandoned. As such it can be concluded that there is someone looking for them'

'If they were sooo well looked after, why were they here, alone, huh?'

Tech sighed and Wrecker made another attempt at convincing Crosshair why he should keep the kids. Sounding like a big kid himself.

Through the bickering, something caught Hunters attention.

'Aziza, Azari? AZIZA, AZARI WHERE ARE YOU! Excuse me, have you seen two little kids, very young. Look exactly alike? No? No.

AZIZA, AZARI!!'

'Lads, I think I found the mother.' Hunter interjected.

They all made their way down the ramp, a pouting Wrecker holding one twin, while Crosshair had the other, having taken them (he couldnt tell if it was a boy or girl) away from Wrecker when he started to gesture wildly, disturbing the youngling.

Omega trotted on ahead, Hunter on her heels.

They rounded the corner, hoping to catch the frantic woman before she moved on.

'Excuse me,' Omega called out. The woman turned around. Hunter noticed that she looked tired. Run ragged and thin like she hadn't had any proper food or rest in a while.

This can't be their mother. Hunter thought to himself.

But sure enough, when Crosshair and Wrecker caught up to them, the woman ran right up to them, thanking them profusely. Giving both an unusually gentle Crosshair, and a completly stunned wrecker a kiss on the cheek as she took her children from them.

'Thank you! Thank you so much,' the woman faced her children. 'I was so scared. You know better than to run away like that.'

The children just babbled happily, reaching up to grab their mothers long hair.

'I'm truly grateful, I swear I didnt leave them alone. I was on my break and had been carrying them all day, I just put them down for one minute and they were gone....'

The others took in her explanation but wrecker was stunned.

Even though she looked absolutly exhausted and sunken, she was so pretty.

Tall and with long hair, she looked strong too. Wrecker supposed she would be, carrying those two around all day.

He managed to clear his throat.

'Uhh, well it was nothing, really. Just, wanted to make sure they found their parents and all that. Speaking of, where's the dad. Is he around?'

The Batch collectivly arched their eyebrows at Wreckers less than subtle attempts to figure out if the tall woman was single. But she didnt seem to notice.

'That leach? He's long gone. Probably at a casino on Corellia with all my money and my ship, the bastard.'

'You're, alone? With two children?' Tech inquired.

'Theres no one else, no.' She said, with a resigned sigh.

'That fucker' Crosshair hissed, taking an unusual liking to the woman. There wasnt a single universe where he could see himself abandoning Luc or their Saraad and future younglings.

This woman was having a rough time of things. He could clearly see she was giving up on her own health in favour of her children's, who appeared to be in perfect health and pristine condition, chubby and bubbly and happy, at the expense of their mother.

He respected that.

'You dont have to tell me that. Look, I, have have to get back to work. But here,' she pulled out some credits,' its not much, but, as thanks'

Crosshair gently declined on the Batch's behalf, closing her fist back around the money.

'That's not nessesary. Where do you work? Wrecker can walk you back while we unload the supplies'

Y/N looked to the large clone.

Wrecker.

A good name for him, but she didnt get a feeling that they were trying to cheat her.

'Uhh, I work at a catering place, not far from here'

'Alright, let's go' wrecker said excitedly. He'd remember to thank Crosshair for this later on.

He almost pulled the poor woman off her feet in his excitement, taking her hand and leading her out onto the street once she had situated her two children back in their sling.

'Looks like we'll be taking them back with us after all' Hunter commented, seeing plain as day that Wrecker had been taken by this woman.

Crosshair approached Hunter.

'If she is coming back with us, can I suggest a little... welcome home gift?'

Hunter looked at the sniper, his eyes sharp, with a cold excitment in them. Hunter knew that look. His brothers trigger finger was itching again.

'You want to go after her ex?'

'I want to go after her ex' Crosshair confirmed.

Hunter gave him a sly smirk

'I suppose its only right that we get her money and ship back to her. Whatever corpse they may be from. Just keep it clean. Do not let her know'

Crosshair nodded. He'd wait untill the woman and her twins were settled in before taking off with Luc. Maybe they'd stop by to see their Saraad while he was at it. In fact, Crosshair had the feeling that their beloved would be with them very soon.

---------------------------------------------------

Y/N liked Wrecker.

ALOT.

She knew better than to beleive in love at first sight, but he was just so...perfect.

He was funny and sweet and gentle and caring, and he was good with her twins.

She watched him happily listen to Aziza's babbling, and laugh as Azari pulled his large thumb into his mouth, waving Y/N off good naturedly when she tried to hurriedly explain that he was just at that age where all new things go into his mouth, and he must have locked onto the armour on his hand.

Her ex would have pulled away from the child in digust.

Y/N also couldnt help but notice how big he was. Strong and broad all over. She may have been a mother down on her luck but she was still a woman, dammit. And Wrecker looked like he could keep a woman happy.

He was everything she had thought her ex was. Everything he pretended to be. Except Wrecker was real.

They talked about what she did.

The clone was a big boy, he had an obvious love for food. She was the same, having once had ample opportunities to sample and prepare all kinds of cuisine from all over the galaxy.

He'd ask her about what she made, what she liked to do best, what she did with her kids during the day (the man was shook when he found out she just carried them all day while working) and gave her the cutest love struck face as she described being able to set food on fire to cook it.

In return he explained that he and his brothers and all the clones, were packing it in and trying to establish a home on kamino, since the war was pretty much over. That he and his squad, plus their sister, ran supply runs and the occasional rescue mission, pulling any remaining clones who still found themselves stuck in conflict or POW camps, out of their situation, and taking them back to Kamino.

He also, as it turned out, had an absolute love for explosions, the pyromaniac. She didnt know how he managed to fit his absolute love for chaos and fire and destruction, in with his completly adoring personality.

Y/N could see he was a very loving man, talking fondly of his brothers, sisters, nieces, nephews and friends with admiration and affection.

He would make a good father, Y/N thought. Absent mindedly, as she allowed herself a brief daydream where she had found him, instead of her ex. They had a big family and he took care of her like she secretly craved.

She was so consumed by her daydream that she almost walked straight past her workplace.

She only snapped out of it when she heard the greasy sound of her boss's voice calling her name.

'Y/N!!! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN. ITS THE MIDDAY RUSH, AND WE DONT HAVE ANY KRIFFIN FOOD TO SERVE!'

Y/N ducked her head, not looking at her boss.

Wrecker didnt like how this man was speaking to Y/N. Not one little bit. He stepped up behind her, putting his arm around her shoulder.

'She was jus-'

'So THATS what you we're doing huh?

Typical.

You know, I took a considerable risk, hiring you. No qualifications, I saw, but hey, I took you on anyway, out of the goodness of my heart. And when your man up and left you and you had to start bringing your runts with you, I turned a blind eye. And THIS is how you thank me? Sneaking off for a booty call? Disgusting.

You know what? I dont need that in my buisness. Dont bother clocking back in. Your fired.'

The man slammed the door, leaving a floored Wrecker and shaking Y/N out on the curb.

'What an asshole. You worked for that guy Y/N?

Oh shit Y/N!'

Wrecker hadn't noticed her shaking turning into tears, before her legs gave out. Now she was half collapsed, Wrecker lowering them down to the ground.

'Dont cry, Y/N. Its gonna be alright. Your going to be fine'

'No it's not! I needed that job, without the pay, I'll lose everything!'

It dawned on wrecker. This was his chance.

'You dont have to, Y/N. You could come back with us to Kamino. Stay with ME there. I'll take care of you, you'll see. You wont ever have to deal with guys like that, or your ex ever again! I promise.'

Y/N buried her face in his chest, hugging him and trapping her two kids between them.

'You mean it?'

Wrecker gently pried her away from his chest and tilted her head back, so she could see the truth on his face.

'Yeah. Come with me, Y/N. I'll take care of you, I promise.'

And, despite all known logic telling her to run, Y/N nodded, allowing the large clone to pick her and her children up and carry them away from life as she knew it.

#yandere clones #yandere clone family au #yandere bad batch #yandere wrecker x reader #yandere wrecker

[eraseur-a]

i never vent on main but this month has been so hard. tws covid, dysphoria, sex, self harm

in the past month:

i broke up with my fiance who id been with for 2 years. he was my best friend. i talked to him every day. i miss him.

it felt like i lost my entire future. i have no plan or goals anymore. i had something concrete and am now just lost.

there's nothing i care about and nothing that brings me joy. i feel like im shoving my brain full stimulation just to get by. i have no passions or interests or projects or ideas or desires or goals. ive always had projects and creativity but i just have nothing.

ive been fucking up so much at my job and its stressing me out so much i feel like im a terrible manager and didnt deserve this promotion and im freaking out and its so weird learning new social rules and watching everyones level of respect for me change. and god fuck being at work and having to talk to everyone is making me hate myself like why cant i talk to my coworkers like everyone else can. how are they having these conversations with each other and building relationships. i dont understand fuck i hate not knowing social things

and ive been seeing a new man who i like a lot but hes neurotypical and im so scared to meet his friends and family because he told me im "weird" and i also just cant allocate the energy to be around normal people i dont have any capacity or desire to do so

this has also given me major dysphoria and so much stress about my gender and sexuality. im realizing how dysphoric i actually am -- or maybe its just how dysphoric being around him makes me. this guy is amazing why do i have to be fucking weird and broken. why cant i just have sex like a normal person. i want to be with him but being with him makes me hate myself but also i should just stop hating myself right.

and then just now lost a vibrant and special community of people that shared the same interest as me that has consumed my life for 4 months. close friends. who, more than anything, i admired immensely as artists and creators and who inspired me so much. im not going to pretend like im not devastated to have lost friends and inspirations. i miss you and im sorry. all this this also means ive lost a sense of safety and faith.

and my mom got covid. and i live with her. so im terrified of my mom dying and every time i cough im convinced im gonna die. this is making my ocd so much worse, so im doing all my ocd rituals more intensely, but then shit keeps going wrong, which makes me feel like i cant even have faith in that, and if i cant have faith in that then what next will i turn to to save me. what do i shove in the emptiness

and i relapsed with self harm like... 3 times this month. i regret it so fucking much and that isnt making it easier.

it's just so much. im always okay, but... im starting to worry that maybe im not actually okay.

i dont want to talk about any of this really. i dont want attention or sympathy. im so tired of having conversations. i just needed to vent and just... share where i'm at. thinking about anime superheroes is the closest thing to enjoyment this brain has been able to get the past few days. and im terrified to admit that i am human and need a support system and am maybe not okay.

#vent tw #negativity tw #ooc #tbd

[thelostandforgottenangel]

Working with teenagers can be a job in itself... and honestly is funny as shit!

Had to physically put my body between a seventeen-year-old bimbo and a customer because the girls brother who works with us and is higher then the moon made a sandwich wrong, took 35 minutes to make two sandwiches which takes 2 minutes and total to prepare then didn't make them right, customer was calm and cordial until she was told to shut the fuck up by a child...

While training ... Manager caught *same girl* giving oral to a guy behind the dumpster to get out of doing dishes cause she didn't want to work 🤣🤣

The teen's playing 'Guess Angel's age' cause theres no way I'm older then them, so far I'm as young as 18 or the early 20's

Made one guy shit himself when I told him I was 48...

Collecting change out of DT and parking lot during lulls in customers

*Free drinks and discounted meals*

One guy found out I am Poly and Bi - has not stopped questioning me on my life choices, how can somebody keep up with so many relationships when he cant get a date ... even though I'm convinced he is a man whore

One girl calls me 'Mommy' and I have decided she is my child

Girl overheard me joking with a friend about liking it rough and enjoying pain *was not being dirty just talking about life fucking me on repeat and wanting to go to tattoo therapy* - Asked me if while in bed with somebody I ask them to hit me (when explained by other person in the lobby that I'm a survivor of DV, SA, and SH she apologized PROFUSELY ... but it was funny the way she said it so now I can't let her live it down and have to walk around on her shift yelling 'Hit Me!' over a headset)

I have to give two guys shit cause they over salt the fries and fuck up handing out orders while I'm running three stations

*Sexual Innuendo ALL THE TIME*

My boobs are a hot topic... because I am the only female on my shift and apparently they are amazing to the male workers

Working 3 jobs and being told others *the teens* feet hurt and they have to sit down, I dont understand what they are going through... while working on a twisted ankle and hurt back

'Where did you get an apron!?!' It's an old part of the uniform that never changed but most locations don't use

*stupid boy* 'How are you so nice!? That customer just yelled at you' *Me having been minding my own danm business just trying to survive my 10 hour shift* 'I have multiple personalities and this is just the one I let be seen because you dont want to see the other lady' *stupid kid scoffing* 'Theres no such thing as multiple personalities! Its fake... my religion says-" 😑😒

Had to listen to a 17 year old tell me Depression is a choice I have made and his beliefs say I am just sad so I should just take pills to feel happy

Being asked 10+ times a day every shift if I'm pregnant or am I sure I'm not pregnant cause I like eating pickles and have found they are tasty in ranch without being fried

Being looked at like I'm fucking nuts if I start dishes early, put away another shifts shit, pick up boxes too heavy for me, start taking 2 orders at once, start assigning tasks while manager is busy

Smiling at the Karen that fucking has to be a smartass cause her food hasnt been brought out at 5 minutes

Some if the teenager's are salty over me already being promoted after only being there for a month and a half *like I don't have 2+ years experience and actually do my job - yeah not sure why I'm getting offered to be promoted either*

Hearing a kid tell me I don't know how hard thier job is only to walk over and do it for them moments later cause 'it's so hard'

Manager's know I will handle shit so the moment I walk in the door I am assigned to prep veggies, salads, ect. and then I get handed a list of assignments so I can make the kids on my shift actually work instead of sitting on thier phones or in lobby... Yes I do enjoy this

Getting enjoyment out of seeing my manager looking shocked when I work late, clock out, and have to change clothes into something revealing cause my next shift starts in 30 minutes and I need tips

Roasting the pothead teenagers on my shift cause even when I'm doing it, everyone is laughing and relaxed

[t0shii]

pretending you're upset to get their attention

matsukawa issei, oikawa toru, suma rintaro x gn!r

!warnings! none/ lightly proofread

MATTSUKAWA ISSEI.

you sat in the living room, scrolling aimlessly through your phone while a random show played in the background until you heard the click of a door, meaning issei was FINALLY awake, thinking quickly of a plan, you threw a pout on your face and crossed your arms over your chest.

you scrunched your nose as he walked passed you, dammit guess im gonna have to take this a step further, you thought. so you added in a small sniffle, almost cracking a grin when you saw your boyfriend snap his head around from the corner of your eye. "baby? is everything okay?" he asks softly, his voice was a little hoarse and when you looked up at him his messy hair almost made you smile. you shook your head "no" as he walked over to your sitting position.

you choked out a dry sob praying your boyfriend didn't see through you."what's wrong babygirl?" his voice was so soft it was almost unrecognizable, he rarely talked to you like this. you looked down and shrugged your shoulders mumbling a "i dunno, issei" while he wrapped his arms around you and stroked the back of your head with his big hand. "oh baby, is there anything i can do for you?" you could practically feel the worry in his voice and you felt a little guilty. "just hold me please?" you ask, voice a little whiny so he has no choice but to say yes.

"of course baby. if this is because i took a nap without you im sorry, i did ask if you wanted to join but you said no so i thought it was okay." the way he was talking so cautiously and gentle caused you to let out a soft giggle, he immediately removed himself from the embrace he had you in."what's this? did you lie?" he had a big frown on his face and his eyebrows were furrowed so deep he looked like an old man he looked angry at you, guilt immediately crept up your chest and your heart started beating fast, is he mad at me? you thought.

"i-it was just a prank issei! i didn't mean to make you angry. i-im so sorry!" you explain, causing him to burst out in laughter, "i got youuuuu" you hummed a big grin on his face, "you can't trick me, princess" he said, tapping your nose with his pointer finger. "that pout you were wearing was pretty convincing though!" "you're mean, i thought i actually made you mad! your face was scary" you yell, crossing your arms over your chest defensively, "ohhh i'm sorry baby, i didn't mean to scare you! but if you wanted my attention you should have just asked from the beginning."

OIKAWA TOORU.

you had never had a problem with your boyfriends fangirls, infact, most of them were all really sweet to you and respected your relationship with tooru!you had been in the car while tooru got the two of you coffee, a few fans coming up to him while he was in line. you could clearly see them making conversation, you smirked mischievously when the light bulb above your head went off, perfect you giggled to yourself.

when you saw him open the coffee shop door you mentally prepared yourself for your prank. as he opened the drivers side door, your knees turned to point towards the passenger side door, you crossed your arms and looked out the window. immediately he knew something was up. "i'm back baby! sorry it took so long, they were kinda busy." he explained, climbing into the car. he held out your order to you which you carefully took from his hand and looked out the window again. he looked at you confused, "is everything okay, princess?" he asks cautiously, you only nodded silently, refusing to look his way. he let an airy "okay" then started the car.

he wanted to rest his hand on your knee like he always did but he figured you were upset at him for something so he decided against it, a small frown forming on his lips. the car ride was silent except for the occasional dramatic sigh from your lips. he looked over at you to make sure you were okay at every red light and traced the whole day back to try and figure out the cause of your sudden change in behavior. when you finally got home, you opened the car door as soon as he put the car in park, you decided against slamming the car door behind you because you know he hates it. you walked quickly up to your shared apartment coffee or any drink of choice in hand, leaving him behind.

oikawa couldn't help but be upset, he had no idea what he had done to deserve the silent treatment. he had a very obvious pout on his face as he walked through the door a few minutes after you. "y/n?" he found you curled up on the couch, blanket thrown over you, scrolling on your phone. "y/n?" he asked again, "d-did i do something wrong? your eyes snapped up when you heard his voice crack and suddenly you were regretting your little prank.your boyfriend fiddled with the hem of his shirt, avoiding eye contact, you felt horrible. "tooru, c'mere." you patted the space beside you but he stayed standing, "please?" he moved toward you. "i'm sorry for upsetting you but i really don't understand what i did! please tell me so i can make it right." he cried, leaning his head on your shoulder in defeat.

"tooru... i was just messing around with you baby. it was a just a prank, i swear. i didn't think it would make you upset, i'm sorry." you explained, reaching your hands up to run your hands through his hair. "it was only a joke? so you're not mad at me?" he asked looking up at you. "of course not- tooru, you haven't done anything wrong. i was just pretending to be upset over those fans who talked to you in the coffee shop but i didn't think you would get upset like this. im sorry.""ugh you're seriously so mean y/n! you really had me there." he said, letting out a sigh of relief, embracing you in a hug, "you owe me big time!"

SUNA RINTARO.

you currently lay on your boyfriends bed while he plays video games, sat in a chair in front of his tv. he hadn't been playing for all to long but it was late in the night and you were sleepy and needy for attention. you let out a yawn as you thought about how to get his attention, then the thought came to you and you felt like a genius.

you wiped the smirk off before getting up from his bed and slowly making your way over to his chair, putting on the best frown and puppy dog eyes you could manage. you tap on his shoulder lightly causing him to pause his game swivel his chair around to face you, "what is it princess?" he asks, you avoid eye contact with him and jut your lip out a little further and let out a sniffle, "oh no baby, what's the matter?" he asks softly, raising his arm to cup your cheek in his hand. you shrug your shoulders and bow your head lower, letting out a dry cry, "c'mere, what's wrong babygirl," he asks, guiding you into his lap, rubbing your back. you remain silent, fake sulking as you rest your chin on his shoulder, "if you don't wanna talk about it thats okay baby. tell me when you're ready, 'kay?" you nod your head and smile to yourself as he continued to play his game.

your fingers played with suna's hair, your eyelids began feeling heavier and heavier as you listened to his breathing and the sound his controller was making, soon you fell asleep, cheek smushed against shoulder. your boyfriend only noticed you fell asleep around 20 minutes later when he asked if you were feeling okay but only got a quiet snore in return. he kissed your shoulder softly, whispering a small "goodnight," a smile creeping on his lips as he grabs a nearby blanket and lays it over your back. you definitely didn't have fun waking up in the same position you fell asleep in a few hours later, your boyfriend still playing at the same game. "rintaro?" you mumble, "what time is it?", "i dunno. are you feeling better though?", you nod your head and give his neck a few kisses before falling asleep again.

a/n been having a suna brainrot recentlyyyy in love w that man. also suna's is VERY self indulgent 😔 sorry p.s. i came up w this idea while writing a request but im like 75% sure ive seen it somewhere else before but i cant remember from who or where.

#haikyuu fluff #haikyuu headcanons #oikawa toru #oikawa x reader #oikawa x y/n #suna rintaro #suna x y/n #suna x reader #oikawa headcanons #mattsun x reader #mattsun x y/n #mattsukawa x reader #mattsukawa issei #sunni's works 📓

[lucy90712]

hey bestie idk if i requested this already but imagine u and quackity have been friends since u were young, and one day u both go on a drive around town. at the end of the night he takes you out to a view point and leads you out of the car to where ur leaning against a railing in front of the headlights ?? sorry i cant really explain that good :((( and after a bit of admiring the view he turns to his side and confesses that he’s liked you since u were kids and he wants to be ur bf and ofc u say yes

NOW IMAGINE HIS DASHCAM COUGHT THE WHOKE THING AND ON TWITTER HE SAYS SOMETHING LIKE “thinking about the fact i have a dash cam video of me telling y/n i was in love with them for the first time” JESUS CHRIST

and if someone asks about it on stream he just pretends it never happened LMAO

also this is heavily inspired by a tiktok i saw two months ago LMAO

Confessions

Why is it so nerve wracking to tell your best friend since childhood that you like that as more than that, it doesn't need to be this hard right? All those movies where they just seem to confess are so wrong I've been thinking about doing this for years and can never manage to convince myself to actually go though with whatever plan I come up with. However tonight I'm going to change this I'm determined to tell them how I feel no matter all the thoughts that keep running through my head about losing them if they don't feel the same. Everything is planned out perfectly in my head now all I have to do is execute the plan.

Finally the time came where I went to pick them up to go for a late night drive like we do all the time it has just kind of become our thing. We always used to use our late night drives to rant to each other and let go of everything we've been holding in all week which we still do occasionally now but mostly we catch up because of our busy schedules we don't talk as much as we used to. The night was really perfect today with so many stars and the moon out providing a little bit of light in the otherwise dark sky and y/n just looked so amazing even though they were only in comfy clothes but the way the light was hitting their face was just magical.

We drove through all our usual spots until we reached the place I had intended for us to stop which is somewhere I have been a few times but I've never taken y/n here and I think they will love it. We arrived to the little view point which you couldn't see much of what it showed but nonetheless I parked the car and we went to stand by the railings together looking out into the night. The moment felt so perfect just like how I had wanted it to but my nerves were staring to get the better of me so it became now or never so I went for it.

"Y/n I have something to confess" I said

"What is is? Is everything ok" they asked

"Everything is fine I just need to tell you that I've had feelings for you for a while now and I complete get if you don't feel the same I just couldn't keep them to myself any longer" I rambled

"Hey stop I have feelings for you too" they half whispered

“Wait really” I questioned

They simply nodded in response with the biggest smile on their face which only made my smile impossibly bigger.

“Well then will you be my partner?” He asked

“Of course I will” they replied

We stood at the railings a while longer with my arms around their waist just really soaking up the time we had together before morning came and life commenced as normal and once again we rush around like headless chickens trying to get everything done but now we can do that knowing we have each other to keep each other company and make life that little bit more enjoyable.

~~~~~~~~~~

It’s been a few days since that night and I’ve been so much happier which my stream chat have noticed the difference and I can’t help but want to tell people about y/n because they just make me so happy and I think its been pretty obvious to everyone but each other that we’ve had these feelings a long time. I decided to give in and with y/n’s permission i decided to send out a very cryptic tweet to my private twitter just to get it out my system and then never bring it up again.

Quackitytheduck: thinking about the fact I have a dash cam video of me telling y/n I was in love with them

Stupidly I decided to stream after putting out the tweet and the chat was asking so many questions which I guess is completely on me but it felt so good to tell people even if I wasn’t going to confirm anything or even bring it up again until we were ready but a small part of me was happy that people were excited about me finally having someone to love.

#quackity x reader #quackity #quackityhq #quackityhq x reader #mcyt x reader #dsmp x reader

[apixrl]

DROWSY.

levi ackerman x fem!reader

WARNING(S): none

word count: 3.4k

song: before i close my eyes // xxxtentacion

note(s): soft levi lives in my head rent free and that's perfectly okay he can stay for as long as he wants to

Your hand pressed against your back as you stretched, stifling a yawn that echoed through the hallway. You swore you could hear your joints wailing out in distress, every step feeling as though you were dragging a weight behind you that was five times your size. Your bed was calling out to you in more ways than you could count, the idea of snuggling under the covers absolutely heavenly.

It had been a long and tiresome day, to say the least. After waking up early and in bright spirits, you made the decision to go on a long morning jog. To ready yourself for a presumably easy day. But those words came back to bite you when Captain Levi dropped you and your comrades into an intense training segment that lasted all morning. Then proceeded a heavy clean of headquarters in the afternoon. Ordered to rid the underside of the tables of dust and to clear those sneaky corners of muck that had festered far too long. To put a long story short; you were about ready to drop dead on the floor by the time evening rolled on by.

You loved Levi with all your heart, but unfortunately, your relationship with him didn't come with any bonuses. Yes, you saw a softer side on occasion, but the man never allowed bias to take over during work hours. You were treated the same as the others; a soldier in the ranks. A member of Levi's squad. When you did right you were praised and when you did wrong you served the consequences. Levi would set you on a thirty lap run around the camp perimeter if he saw fit, and there was no getting out of it. As much as you could complain, you knew it was for the best. When it came down to it, Levi was your superior as well as his partner and there had to be some line between the two.

Plodding along the hallway, your bedroom door up ahead was your saviour. You could practically taste the sweet rest waiting for you on the other side. Though just before you could reach your salvation, a voice from the neighbouring room stopped you in your step and tore you away from it.

"Y/N,"

Levi.

It would be lying to say you didn't whimper, so close to a good night's sleep yet so far all in one go. But you weren't so selfish that you'd ignore your lover's call because you were simply exhausted. Yes, you considered it... but resisting the urge gave you credibility, right?

Regardless, you exhaled a sigh knowing it would be wrong not to respond. That man you called your partner had ears like a cat anyway. He probably heard you make your way down the hall or noticed your shadow under the door and had sensed your halt upon his call. So dragging your eyes away from the vision of your wonderfully made bed (Levi having been the one to tuck the sheets in that morning since he was the last one up. So no wonder you were fantasizing at the idea of collapsing on there) behind the door of your room, you set your gaze on the door to Levi's office instead.

You realised it was open just a tad, explaining Levi sensing your approach so easily. Pressing your hands against the wooden frame, you pushed it open and popped your head around the door, forcing your eyes open no matter how much they pleaded to close against the candlelight.

As expected, Levi was seated at the chair of his desk. Neck-deep in papers that he'd been working on most of the night. One shorter pile to the left and a taller one to the right - one pile waiting to be looked at whilst the other sat completed. You wondered which one that was... and prayed for Levi's sake it was the tallest pile to allow him a good night's sleep.

His greyed eyes didn't look up upon your entry, something you just managed to notice through the strands of wispy black locks atop Levi's head. That seemed to indicate he was focused on the task at hand, especially from the way his hand efficiently worked at the pieces of paper like it was on autopilot.

"Yes, love?" You asked, resting against the door for a brief moment as your tiredness caught up with you. If you had reacted to it a second later you believed you would have tipped over from loss of balance, and you were relieved when Levi spoke up once more - his voice jolting you upright.

"I need you to take some papers down to the Commander for me," Levi stated, a certain tone in his voice indicating his own form of tiredness. But you knew that rarely stopped him and his work, the man willing to stay up until the early hours of the morning just to get it finished.

His words made your body panic, unsure if it could muster a journey all the way to Erwin's whereabouts. You had barely walked up the stairs of headquarters well, let alone travelling back down them and then all the way back up again.

"It can't wait until tomorrow?" You tried, chewing the inside of your cheek gingerly. From the way Levi glanced over his wad of papers, grey eyes filled with doubt, you knew it was a longshot. "It's just late, that's all. You need to rest,"

"No," Levi ceased all action, slouching down in his seat briefly as his fingertips held the bridge of his nose. His version of a short break and a way to bury his annoyance down. It appeared to be one of those nights, where he was swamped with work and didn't have the opportunity to simply 'head to bed'. "I'm still nowhere near done, and I don't have the time to take the ones I've already looked at to Erwin because of that," It was there his hand propped up, elbow resting on his other which has splayed over his chest. He motioned you over, eyes skipping between you and the seat opposite him until you got the message.

You were delayed in realising, feeling guilty at your inability to proceed Levi's words. You heard them, but fatigue seemed to seize hold and throw them out the window before your brain could comprehend the meaning. You hoisted yourself off of the doorframe, letting the hinges squeak the door shut behind you as you made your way to Levi's desk. You then sat yourself down, hands pressed to the chair arms as your attention steered to your partner.

"Okay... so which pile am I taking?" Was your question, forcing a small smile to at least seem interested. The black-haired man straightened up, eyes skimming over the papers on his desk and seemingly on the floor too. That made your brow raise, head tilting to the side ever so slightly in wonder. What was behind the desk?

Levi proceeded to push his chair back with his feet, his head quickly disappearing under the table as if to grab something. You rested your cheek in your palm as you waited, a hint of a frown as you waited. Your assumptions were correct as, after a few seconds of scuffling around, Levi reappeared from under the desk - standing up to place yet another pile of paper wherever his desk had the space to hold it.

"This one," He addressed, exhaling heavily once he was comfortable in his seat again. Just when you thought that was it, Levi pushed the taller pile of papers forward as well, and it would be wrong to say you were joyful of the sight. In fact, you were very much dismayed, the sight of the multiple piles of papers meaning more than one trip.

Suddenly you wished the shorter pile was the finished one.

"And this one," Levi spoke with little character as per usual, gazing upon the piles of papers like they were nothing more than a pile of dirt. Clearly, he had experienced little joy going through them, but work never got done whilst complaining. The only words ringing in his mind to convince Levi to get his head down and focus. "You'll probably need to take two trips,"

"You don't say," You commented and sighed to yourself. For hours you had awaited your mattress and now look at you, even further away from reaching it as before. It was a big shame you woke up in such an energetic mood and was ending the day feeling like you couldn't lift a finger. "And if I cant find Commander Erwin?"

"He should be in his office," Levi returned. "But if not, place the right pile on his desk," He then gestured to the left, hand pressing on top for emphasis. "This one will need sorting, however. Just separate the tags in the stack and the drawer they belong in is on there. It shouldn't take you too long, just make sure the files are in the right place or Erwin won't be pleased. Oh, and try not to drop them, please? I'd rather not lose four hours worth of work because of your two left feet -," Levi was cut short by a sound he was not at all expecting. A snorting noise caught him off guard, but when he looked up at you in question the answers quickly came pouring in.

It appeared in Levi's ramble you had grown bored. As there you were, head lolling forwards as your arm tried to prop it up, eyes closed and snoring away to your heart's content. Levi quirked a brow at your behaviour, then scoffed lightly. The man couldn't say he was surprised, of course you would nod off to sleep exactly when he needed your help. At a time where he was swamped with things to do and an extra pair of hands wouldn't hurt.

"Y/N," He tried after a minute or so passed, Levi frowning at the lack of response. If anything, the snoring grew louder. It was there he tried again, a little more firmly and loudly but still, nothing.

Typical.

Levi sat there in silence and disbelief, watching your frame rise and fall with each intake of breath. Meanwhile, you simply slept on without a care in the world, but it's not like he could leave you there. Leaving you sleeping in such a way was bound to cause a nasty neck and backache the following morning. So with a sigh, Levi hoisted himself out of his chair and walked around his desk to your side. Then he knelt down to your level, hand landing on your shoulder to give you a gentle but firm shake.

"Y/N," Levi spoke, a little softer this time, all whilst trying to nudge you awake. It appeared you had only lightly nodded off, as, after three or four shakes, you stirred out of your little nap. Your eyes shot open to meet Levi's observing you closely, a hint of a frown to his face as he did. In your state you barely noticed though, too busy trying to shake off your drowsiness but failing miserably as your eyes merely drooped more.

"Levi?" You mumbled tiredly, lifting your gaze towards your lover, puzzled over why he was so close to you. "What is it?"

"You fell asleep," Levi said with hesitancy, glancing away from you for a second before he continued. "Is everything alright?"

"Hm? Yes... everything's fine," You reassured, sending him a reassuring smile. Levi narrowed his gaze, prompting you to keep going. "It's just been a long day, that's all,"

"I see," Levi nodded, noticing your lack of attentiveness and sleepy demeanour. All of which you tried to force back through your smile. But Levi knew you better than that. He could see straight through the façade just how you could see straight through his, acting as though you were fine when it was truly quite the opposite. That was enough for Levi to suspect something was up, and that little switch in his head that differed between his role as Captain and partner flipped in an instant.

"Sorry... y-you were saying something before I dropped off weren't you?" You asked and pointed to the papers on the table. "Something about them?"

Levi turned to look at where you gestured, seeing the papers that still needed taking to Erwin. He contemplated still asking for your help, but it was obvious from just the way you looked alone that you were long desperate for rest. So exhaling a small sigh, Levi reluctantly cast his gaze back onto you and shook his head.

"No, don't worry about it," He allowed his hand to leave your shoulder and moved it to your face. Where he tucked a few loose strands of your H/C hair behind your ear, continuing. "It can wait until tomorrow,"

"Are you sure?" You asked through a yawn, leaning into the hand that Levi proceeded to support your cheek with. The subtle graze of his thumb over your cheekbone relaxing you to the point sleep nearly stole you from him once more.

As much as he disliked tampering with his organised routine, Levi knew sending you on errands whilst so tired would do you no good the next day. Perhaps he had pushed you a little far without realising, the thought running through his mind later on in the morning. You'd been lagging behind your comrades more than usual. Much opposing to you typically being at the front of the group and urging them on over the other way around. Whilst it wasn't as obvious in the afternoon, the strain in your expression as you scrubbed the floors and countertops had peeked its way through to him. Levi knew you in and out, and the frustration displayed ran much deeper than that of germs and bacteria. That was blatant now more than ever, so the least you deserved was a good night's rest. Just because he could run on little hours of sleep didn't mean you could.

"Yeah," Levi admired you under the dim light of his office after he spoke. Your inattentive gaze somehow continued to hold such focus as you looked back at him. The way you smiled with such love and yearn. How your cheek felt warm in his palm like he was holding the entire world. Which he was really. He was holding his entire world.

"Oh... okay," You said and your eyes drooped shut, not reopening. That brought Levi to act, blinking out of his daze and pulling himself to his feet with a sharp inhale.

"Come on, let's get you to bed," He said and slipped his arms around you, lifting you into their secure hold. You didn't protest, too tired to make a sound as you adjusted to the new position. A comfier position that ensured security and safety. One hand supported your back as Levi's bicep acted as your pillow and his spare arm hooked under your legs. You could feel the ever so gentle thump of Levi's heartbeat close to your ear, much opposing to his regular temperament - curt and firm and even quite harsh at the most.

Levi carried you out of his office, using his foot to open the door as he proceeded to venture down the hall to your shared bedroom. The place you had been going to before you were called to his aid. You kept your eyes closed the entire time but didn't nod off just yet, the bobbing motion of Levi's walk both drifting and stirring you from sleep. It wasn't long before Levi was pulling back the sheets whilst he only just managed to hold you with one arm. You made it easier by wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck, giggling lightly to yourself when you almost slipped. Somewhere in Levi's silence, he found it amusing. Perhaps not verbally placed, but you sensed it nonetheless. Still, he downplayed it with concern, his hand pressing against your back to hold you closely against his frame.

He placed you down with care, hand only leaving your back once it rested on the mattress. Sliding it out, it returned to the sheets as he placed them back over you. Meanwhile, you watched through half-lidded eyes, following where Levi's gaze trailed. Mainly sticking to the sheets he tucked in for you out of the goodness of his heart, though flickered back to you on occasion. His eyes contained a warmth that opposed their normal grey colour. A warmth that he usually failed to place into the spoken word and resorted to showing it rather than saying it.

Eventually, Levi finished, his hands stopping their skilful movement and pressing into the pillow on either side of your head. He was silent for a moment, observing your tiresome state and realising just how fatigued he was too. He battled the urge to collapse on the bed beside you, pull you into his arms and fall fast asleep. To ignore his duties for just one night. Give himself a treat and spend the night snoozing away like the everyday citizen. But Levi knew that was irresponsible. He had been irresponsible enough leaving the paperwork so late. It also wasn't the life he had been fated to lead, regardless of how pleasant the idea may be in the subconscious of his mind.

"I still have a lot of work to do," He uttered no louder than a whisper, exhaling deeply in an apologetic sigh and hating the idea of traipsing back to his office to work. "I'll have to join you later but I'm guessing you'll be asleep,"

"It's okay," You hummed, head tilting to the side as an innocent smile formed on your face. "Do I get a kiss good night, at least?"

Levi couldn't fight the small chuckle that escaped him, head proceeding to hang forwards and shake too and fro at your words. He truly felt he didn't deserve you and the love you gave him. Always so understanding, never complaining about his packed work schedule. How you made him feel steady and kept him sane. Perhaps it was because you were a soldier too and knew how time-consuming the job was, but Levi was grateful for all of it. The man met your eyes, a certain radiance in them that he'd refrain from showing to anyone else other than you.

"You're twenty-nine years old and you act like a child," He remarked with no ill intent, the laugh that elicited from you music to his ears.

"Yeah, and you chose to -," You were cut off, Levi leaning forwards to press his lips to yours in a tender kiss. You hummed in approval, forgetting the words you planned to say and instead enjoyed the display of affection. Levi lingered longer than usual, an indirect apology for the fact he had to leave you with the bed half cold. You didn't question it, knowing Levi's work never truly stopped and granted him a break. The fact he'd even paused just to tuck you in comfortably was enough to satisfy your needs, whether Levi would believe that or not was up to him. But your eyes fell closed, both from bliss and sleep catching up to claim control.

Gradually your lips loosened on Levi's, indicating you had nodded off. He opened his eyes and pulled back in question, watching your head tilt faintly to the side as your pillow held its weight. Levi exhaled deeply, leaning down to plant one final kiss on your forehead. Then he hoisted himself off of the bed and walked to the door.

"Good night, Y/N," He said once there, glancing back at you one final time. From where he stood, you appeared merrily at peace. Finally grateful for the embrace of your bedsheets after a dragging day of nonstop training. Levi did feel somewhat bad for being a cause for your tiredness, knowing that he could sometimes be cruel when playing his 'Captain' role. But he couldn't favour you just because of his feelings, and the fact you rarely made that an issue provided him relief like no other. Still, Levi's guilt asserted as he closed the bedroom door quietly behind him.

Why... it wouldn't be terrible if he let you sleep in a little bit past the wake-up call, would it?

#attack on titan #shingeki no kyoujin x reader #attack on titan x reader #levi ackerman #levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x you #levi ackerman x y/n #shingeki no kyojin #levi ackerman fluff #fluff #x reader #anime x reader

[currently-hyperfixating]

Danganronpa Imagines #3

Danganronpa V2 Boys With An S/O That Has Trouble Getting Out of Bed

I'm not writing Teruteru because he makes me uncomfortable

Hajime Hinata:

Hajime will always get up in his own time, usually fairly early when compared to you

he will never rush you out of bed, though. he’ll get ready for the day and then come right to you

he’ll just kinda sit with you for a while, making sure that you stay awake more than anything.

after a while you’ve almost completely woken up, but actually getting out of bed is still a challenge

Hajime understands this, and leaves the room for a moment to bring to you breakfast. 

he’s not the best cook in the world, but as long as you have something to eat, he’s happy

“here you go, S/O. it’s not much, but I thought you could do with some food to give you energy” 

his food is actually quite a bit better than he tells you it is

after eating, you’re usually sat on the edge of the bed for a while, before you’re finally able to stand up and start the day.

Ultimate Imposter:

They usually wake up super early, as they’re used to it taking hours for them to get ready each morning

they arent quite sure what to do with all the free time they have now that they don’t have to spend ages putting on a disguise

so they come knocking at your door

all they hear on the other end is a very tired sounding “come in”

they walk in to see you, still huddled up under your covers

you let them know that you’ve acctually been trying to get out of bed for a while now. 

they look at you for a second before excusing themselves, promising to be back as soon as they can

they come back with a tray piled high with all different kinds of breakfast foods

“Teruteru was in the kitchen and was kind enough to make you a breakfast.”

they leave it on the desk on your room and bring you small pieces of food every now and then, sat on the end of your bed just talking to you

after a while you start to get up and get the food for yourself

and soon enough, you’re walking back to the kitchen with them to return the tray.

Fyuhiko Kuzuryu:

he doesnt really understand whats so hard about waking up, surely you just stand up out of bed

he thinks you’re hurt the first time you tell him that you cant

once you’ve convinced him that your fine (which takes longer than you’d expect) he just kinda sits with you for a minute

he eventually stands up. 

“well, im not going to let you sit here and pity yourself, if you cant get yourself out of bed, i’ll just have to help.”

he tries to lift you at first, this does not go well. 

then he decides to take it one step at a time by helping you sit yourself up. 

he talks to you the whole time about all the things that he has to do today

turns out the clan expects a lot of him

gradually, bit by bit, you’re sitting on the edge of the bed, just listening to Fuyuhiko talk. 

eventually, he runs out of things to say

“well, im gonna go get breakfast, you coming S/O?”

you decide that you might as well, and it never even crosses your mind that he managed to get you up so effortlessly. 

Gundham Tanaka:

he thinks you’ve been cursed like sleeping beauty and instantly tries finding a spell that could break it

he also lets the devas help, though they mostly come up to you begging for attention, at least its keeping you awake

he tries spell after spell, marking different magic circles in the carpet with his feet and proclaiming all sorts of incantations

you know that theres no use in trying to tell him that it wont work, so you just watch him

he seems so focused and in his element, like he had been waiting for this moment for forever. 

after what seems like forever, he finally gives up.

“i have tried every spell i know, S/O. it seems that this curse is too powerful even for me to break

you assure him that its fine, you actually feel a bit more woken up, and ask if he wants to go get breakfast

it takes him until after you’ve eaten to realise that the spells worked.

Kazuichi Soda:

kazuichi isn't really one to remember things like knocking all the time

so when he comes barging into your cottage as you try to will yourself out of bed, it does startle you a bit 

“woah, S/O, are you like. okay? are you sick or something”

you reassure him that you arent sick, you just have trouble getting out of bed sometimes

surprisingly, he says he understands. some days it just feels like the days gonna suck, so you dont wanna go through with it.

“but if you never actually get up and try to make the day a good one, then how are you going to prove those feelings wrong?”

he does have a good point, but you’re still finding it difficult to summon up the energy

he decides that if you cant get out of bed, he’ll do it for you

before you can even protest hes picked you up and carried you outside

it’s embarrassing, as you can see other classmates on their way to the restaurant 

he is also readily showing Sonia how strong he is by making sure she can see the two of you. 

eventually you get him to put you down, telling him that you would get out of bed if it meant he never did that again.

Nagito Komaeda:

he fully understands, of course he does

he also understands that you wouldn't drag yourself out of bed for someone as worthless as him

but he starts telling you that you should do it for yourself. 

you’re a shining beacon of hope, and you shouldn't feel like you arent even worth getting out of bed. 

his speech, as usual, isn't very effective and leads into him just being self deprecating

but this time he get’s really deprecating

to the point that you are actually beginning to grow worried

you shoot up out of bed to give him a hug

“ah, S/O is finally awake. did my little motivational speech work then?

you tell him that he can think that if he wants, you just dont want him saying those things anymore

you remind him that he’s an ultimate too, no matter how insignificant his talent may seem

you decide to go grab breakfast together, if anything just so you can make sure that Nagito’s okay.

Nekomaru Nidai:

This man has so much energy

you arent even sure if its energy anymore, he might just be that loud.

you know that its him knocking right away and sleepily call for him to come in

“hey S/O. i didnt see you at the restaurant so i thought id come see if everything is alright

you say that yeah, you’re fine, you just cant really find the energy to get out of bed

he knows just the thing. yell.

he tells you that it doesnt matter what you yell, just yell something as loud as you can and the adrenaline will start rushing in no time. 

it takes you a minute to grow comfortable with the idea, but eventually you do loudly tell him good morning.

it turns into a game, you two just yelling good morning to each other

eventually you go from sitting up, to sitting on the edge of the bed, to full on standing and jumping up and down

he was right, the adrenaline really does come rushing

you both head to the restaurant laughing, you a little more smug now that you know the key to his energy

#danganronpa #danganronpa v2 #danganronpa goodbye despair #nekomaru nidai #Nagito Komaeda #kazuichi souda #gundham tanaka #fuyuhiko kuzuryu #ultimate imposter #twogami #byakuya twogami #hajime hinata #danganronpa imagines

[slutfornat]

My Doll // P.10

Series Masterlist: here

Main Masterlist: here

Warnings: tfatws spoilers, violence and swearing.

Y/n's POV:

After everything that happened, Bucky and I are going to meet with Sam to see why the fuck he would give up Steve's legacy to another white man.

Though I doubt he did it knowingly as for a while he was under the impression that it is Steve's and no one should be using it as it's like trying to replace Steve.

"Shouldn't have given up the shield" bucky says as we walk closer to him. Sam continues towards us, saying "good to see you too, bucky".

We are walking with him now and james says "this is wrong". "Hey, hey, look I'm working so all this outrage is gonna have to wait" sam said, clearly not wanting to talk about it.

"you didn't know that was going to happen?" I persist. Sam answers "no of course I didn't know that was going to happen. You think it didn't break my heart to see them march him out there and call him the new captain america."

"This isn't what Steve wanted" bucky said. Rolling his eyes, sam says sarcastically "so what do you want me to do? Call america and tell 'em I changed my mind, huh? Great reunion buddy."

"You had no right to give up the shield, sam" James tries but wilson cuts him off, "hey, here's what you're not going to do, you're not gonna come here in your over-extended life and tell me about my rights."

"It's over, bucky. Besides I have bigger things to deal with now" sam said. Bucky turned to him again, asking "What could be bigger than this?"

Suddenly sam pulled out his phone, showing us a picture of a person wearing a purple mask that I recognise almost immediately as this group of people who think they are a kind of freedom organisation.

When he finishes talking, I already know I'm helping once again. "I don't trust redwing" bucky tries convincing.

Sam just continues "you don't have to trust redwing but Imma go see if he's right because I have a feeling that they might be part of the big three".

When he says the big three, I look up and say "wait like the percy jackson kind? Sweet". Just then bucky asks "what big three?"

"the big three" sam said, making buck even more confused. "What big three?" he asks again. Sam tried again "androids, aliens and wizards". "That's not a thing" I say.

"That is definitely a thing" sam said again but buck just says "no it's not". Sam argues back, "every time we fight, we fight one of the big three."

"So, who you fighting now, gandalf?" james says in frustration making both, sam and I question "how do you know about gandalf?"

"I read the hobbit... in 1937, when it first came out" bucky says as if he's bragging about reading it 87 years ago. Sam says again "so you get my point". "No, I don't. There are no wizards" he said.

I try once more "doctor strange-" "is a sorcerer" james interrupts making me understand exactly why he is a pisces man.

"Ah, hahaha, a sorcerer is a wizard without a hat" sam says as if he's just discovered something brand new, "think about it". I resist the urge to roll my eyes at them as bucky is silent for a second.

"That's not the point, these guys aren't magic, they use brute force just like you, the incredibly annoying guy in front of me with the staring problem" sam said before walking away and we continue going with him.

In unison, bucky and I say "we're coming with you". "No you are not" sam yells back, not that either of us are listening.

Whilst flying over Munich, Germany, I ask "sam, do you want that shield? Please be honest with me as well". Looking confused for a second, he answers "I don't know. Why do you wanna know?"

"because I have a lawsuit against the president for the shield and when I win, I would like to hand it over to you. As legally it has been the property of Stark industries since the 1940s" I explain.

After a second, he asks "wait, I thought pepper is in charge of stark industries though". "No, she is just gonna raise morgan as normal as possible and I'm the owner now" I answer.

"what's the plan?" bucky asked but then after no answer says, "no plan". As he is about to jump, sam says "enjoy the ride, y/n/n, buck".

"You can't call me that" james argues. Confused, wilson asks "why not? Steve called you that". "Steve knew me longer... and steve had a plan" bucky says, glaring slightly but I cant tell he is also amused kind of.

Sam jumps and just as I'm about to, we are offered parachutes but both of us decline, ne already having a plan for how I'm gonna land.

As we jump, bucky falls and hits the ground while I use my shield to stop me from hitting the forest floor. Sam says as redwing flies down to buck, "I caught that all on camera".

"get it out of my face or I'll break it" bucky threatens as sam and I laugh. "okay, you need to move north" sam tells us as james gets up from his position on the ground.

We walk north until we come to an old looking building and then go inside. Sam uses redwing to monitor what they are doing and come to the conclusion that they are smuggling weapons.

Bucky immediately wants to go immediately and unfortunately does leave. At the same time all three of us go after the them and James goes in first me not far behind him but by the time I'm there he is being held back by two people.

I manage to try and fight one of them but unfortunately the other still has bucky then sam tries to fight another of them just to have redwing broke down the middle.

"I've always wanted to do that" I hear bucky complain as he's being held back. After fighting for five minutes, I'm somehow thrown to the side and have to cling on.

Whilst bucky is still basically a hostage and sam is being held back by two. As I get back on top, I'm about to throw my shield at one of the people who are about to attack sam when I'm beat by a couple seconds.

I look and unfortunately see fake captain america there as he and another guy jump from the helicopter. "Fuck!" I exclaim in anger at the fact he had to show up.

Taglist -

@lilulo-12 @lilacmeadows @criminalyetminimal

#bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x stark!reader #lucia one shots #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes x reader smut

[roughentumble]

I'm almost afraid to ask...

What are your werewolf au ideas?

GSHBDKSND oh its not horny or anything its just like. kind of angsty, but like, in that way where sometimes angsty daydreams are fun, you know?? like

ok its like a geraskier thing cuz im a one trick pony, but basically geralt gets cursed, three nights a month he goes all wolfy. he's an intelligent werewolf with pretty great self control, BUT he's like, ridiculously worried that he's gonna snap and hurt people. (he's not, but, you know, he's had to put down werewolves for that before, and he's not a man with a lot of faith in himself, So.)

uhhhh i cant remember how jaskier finds out tbqh, but after traveling together a while, it comes to light, and jaskier is of course very "its just you, im not scared, and im not judging you." they hang out, they figure things out, and geralt starts to relax.

so all the time he's been cursed, he hasnt gone back to kaer morhen-- its only been a year or two, but still. he feels like they'd know right away, he's worried they'd just put him down, he doesnt think they should get used to "monsters in the keep", he just feels Real Bad about it, but jaskier convinces him that this is his family, they'd understand, and they must miss him.

geralt agrees, eventually, goes up to kaer morhen with jaskier in tow.

but once they get there, he just... totally refuses to explain anything. none of the other witchers have sussed out that something's wrong(other than jaskier's hushed whispering about how geralt should "just tell them, they'd understand")

geralt's genius solution is, he'll just sleep outside three nights a month, he'll bring blankets and his fur will protect him. jaskier doesnt like it, but he's not about to tell geralt's secret, and he cant bodily drag a werewolf inside, so. his only condition is that he gets to sit outside with geralt for a bit, cuddle with him n' such. their excuse is that theyre gross love birds who are going out for moonlight picnics. everyone buys this, partially because its sort of true, partially cuz no one wants to walk in(or out) on them fucking.

it actually works the first trio of nights, to jaskier's surprise, but the 4th night they try they arent so lucky-- they forget something inside(a bottle of wine, a blanket, who knows) and eskel is like "i'll fall on my sword, be the one to bring it out to the happy couple". he steps outside, and what does he see?

a gigantic werewolf pinning jaskier to the ground.

bit of a frenzy after that, eskel attacking and shouting for backup, trying to keep the werewolf in sight while also looking for geralt, getting between the monster and jaskier while jaskier shouts-- eventually jaskier gets through to him though. thats geralt, dont hurt him, its geralt.

geralt isnt saying anything though(despite the fact he's perfectly capable of it, even transformed), and eskel sortve misunderstands. doesnt really get that this has been a long-term affliction, and assumes this is the first transformation. so with geralt not responding, eskel says "not right now it isnt," and gets his hands on one of the training blades they keep in the courtyard.

more chaos-- everyone's outside now, jaskier is absolutely not having any of it but also three grown witchers versus one bard isnt much of a fight, no one's listening to him, and geralt's just pinning himself against the wall like a prey animal and not saying anything.

jaskier proves just enough of a distraction that geralt manages to hop a wall, takes off into the woods. jaskier is calling after him, while the three remaining witchers each make a gameplan(STILL not listening to jask). after a moment, jaskier darts and weaves and makes it just out of their grasp, so they've got a werewolf AND a bard loose in the woods in the dead of both night and winter, which. Bad.

eskel goes after geralt, vesemir stays behind because they need someone in the keep, and lambert's on bard wrangling duty. lambert doesnt have much trouble finding jaskier, but he does have trouble keeping a hold on him, because he's worried about breaking his tiny human limbs(and also he's wearing a lot of thick layers, which he has no compunctions about ripping to shreds to get out of lambert's grip.) he loses a boot and a sleeve to the ongoing tussle, as he keeps slipping out and darting away. lambert even tries axii, but the biggest trick to getting out of axii is just training a lot to resist it, so geralt and him'd run through that a long time ago, so his response is to go fake-limp, then kick lambert in the dick and run off into the night with one shoe.

lambert is extremely annoyed. its not jaskier's best plan.

he finds the cave that geralt had backed himself into by some miracle, and also because eskel'd made no efforts to hide his tracks and there are currently shouts coming from the cave. jaskier gets himself inbetween the two of them and refuses to budge. geralt's still pulling the silent routine, ears pinned back, looking like a kicked dog, and eskel's trying to coax jaskier away from the "monster".

lambert comes bursting in as well, pissed and sore, but stays near the entrance, the four of them locked in a sort of stalemate. the three of them argue about what to do, but jaskier is shivering because of his wrecked coat. eventually geralt breaks his silence to rumble out a worried "yourrr fingerrrs..."

(werewolves roll their 'r's in tw3. dont ask me why, just go with it.)

eskel and lambert are stunned into silence, and jaskier is immediately turning towards geralt, letting him fret and dote on him. slips his arm inside his jacket so his fingers dont fall off-- lets geralt wrap a giant, warm paw around his foot to get some heat back into it.

lambert's like "wait, so you CAN fucking talk?????"

it all got escalated way out of hand, partially because of eskel's reaction, but also because geralt was too ashamed to stand up for himself-- thought maybe they were a little bit right. was basically just going to curl up and let it happen, which he admits with some gentle prodding, and leaves eskel looking sick.

jaskier, though, is absolutely nuclear levels of pissed, because he was explaining everything, even how he'd known for months, and that geralt was perfectly safe to be around, but all the non werewolf witchers were just tuning him out. and geralt nearly died because of it. so he's, like-- he's unspeakably angry at all three of them.

eventually, they do all four make their way back to the keep(geralt carrying jaskier cuz he's still missing a boot), and explain everything one more time for vesemir. everyone looks pretty ragged, because it was a lot of drama very suddenly late at night.

geralt still hesitates in the doorway of the main hall, says he'll make the keep smell like monsters, that it's dangerous, but jaskier just gently encourages him inside and they curl up together in front of the hearth, nice and warm.

from there its little bits and pieces of geralt showing his werewolfy-er side, like dragging in a deer one night to devour raw by the fire. (he looks bashful about it, but jaskier insists its a part of their routine on the road, helps geralt clean his muzzle afterword.) and jaskier slowly encouraging geralt to relax, come deeper into the keep, curl up in a real bed.

jaskier gets less mad, but never quite gets over the fact that geralt's family proved his fears right. geralt gets less ashamed, but never fully sheds his anxieties about being allowed inside. everyone else gets less tense, but never quite sheds the shame of nearly killing their brother in arms while he was fully cognizant-- or quite comfortable with a "monster in the keep". it's still their first winter, tho, so with any luck things will someday get smoothed out.

[the porny ending is that geralt knots all three of them and this wildly smooths over any remaining tensions, but thats just a little fun off-shoot, not the Official Daydream Ending]

#witcher tag #ogc tag #ummmmm im trying to think of further details but these are the broad strokes #its self indulgent a little overly angsty and has some back-and-forth issues #but /i/ enjoy it a lot i can like. visualize it in my brain very clearly #mmmm i think i couldve worded this better because usually my daydream starts at them at kaer morhen #and then goes on to have jaskier reveal the backstory #in a way i think is slightly better than ive worded it here #but ive spent long enough on this reply that i dont want to entirley rewrite it #EDIT:: added a new sentence that was meant to be there but i straight up forgot to type it out last night. whoops #highlighted in blue. if it looks/reads worse with the new shit hmu and i'll toss it. couldnt decide if i liked the idea of changing it sooo #cut removed & post reblogged cuz fuck it i make long posts sometimes and also u asked so now u have to look at my angsty werewolf daydream! #XP

[moistmailman]

House Wife AU part 5

*Halloween Night*

Pyrrha, wearing a cowboy costume: *handing out candy* Oh my goodness, what are you supposed to be, sweetie?

Little boy, happily: I’m an astwonaut!

Pyrrha, giggling: Well you have to be the cutest little astronaut ever. Here you go. *puts candy in bag.

Boy's parents: What do you say to the nice lady?

Little boy: Thank you, nice lady.

Pyrrha, smiling sweetly: You’re welcome, sweetie. Have a happy Halloween! *shuts door and yells towards her stairs* Hey kids! Are you guys almost ready for trick or treating?

Troy’s voice, from up stairs: Yeah hold on! Almost done!

Pyrrha: Please hurry! Uncle Roman and Mercury should be here any minute no—

*Door bell rings*

Pyrrha, grabbing bowl of candy: Ope, more trick or treaters. *opens door* Happy Halloween!

Roman, chuckling: Oooh, we get candy too?

Mercury: And here I thought this holiday was only for kids.

Pyrrha, chuckling: Oh, it’s you two. I’m sorry. I thought you guys were trick or treaters. Please, come in. The kids are getting ready.

Mercury, walking in: So, are the kiddos excited to go trick or treating?

Pyrrha, smiling: They sure are. They been waiting all year for this. They were too excited to go to sleep last night actually. They were too busy talking about how much candy they were going to get. It was adorable.

Roman, smiling: Yeah, I'm sure it was. So, where’s Cindie?

Pyrrha, frowning: Hmm? She should be around here somewhere. Where is she? Hey sweetheart, come here! Roman and Mercury are here!

Cinder’s voice, sighing in the other room: Hold on! Just....give a minute.

Mercury, raising an eyebrow: What’s wrong with her?

Pyrrha, smiling: Oh nothing. Our kids’ picked our costumes and she’s....she’s not the biggest fan of hers.

Roman: Oh really? How bad is it?

Pyrrha: It’s not even bad. She’s just being a little grump. Cinder, sweetheart, are you coming?

Cinder’s voice, approaching: Yeah, hold on! I’m on my way.

*Suddenly Cinder grudgingly walks through the door with a Bo Peep costume on, including the pink polkadotted dress, hat, and even cane*

Cinder, scowling:...........

Roman/Mercury:........*snorts laughter*

Cinder, glaring: You shut your god damn mouths!

Mercury, laughing: Nice costume. Where's your other toy friends?

Cinder, gritting her teeth: Shut up.

Roman, laughing: Are you trying out a new look or something? It really suits you.

Cinder: I swear to God I will fucking shove my foo—

Pyrrha: Hey, language. Just calm down and ignore them, okay? Besides, I think you look really cute in that costume anyway. *kisses her* You're my cute Bo Peep.

Cinder, sighing: Where are the kids?

Pyrrha, smiling: They should be coming down. *Yells towards the stairs* Hey kids! Come down, uncle Roman and Mercury are here!

*Loud footsteps are heard*

Achilles’s voice: COMING!

*Achilles and Troy excitedly run down stairs in sheep costumes*

Pyrrha, cooing: Aww, look how precious you two look. You’re my two little precious lambs. *kisses their heads*

Mercury: So, I see there’s a theme going on.

Pyrrha, smiling: Yeah, they just saw toy story last week and loved it. So they picked our costumes and we picked theirs. *Cooing* And I'm honestly so happy I picked these costumes, but they are absolutely adorable, I swear. Whose mommy's little lambs? *Kisses their heads a bunch againi

Achilles: Mooom! You're embarrassing us!

Pyrrha, punching Achilles cheek: Oh nonsense. There's nothing embarrassing about a mother's love. Now scoot together so I can't take some pictures.

*Pyrrha snaps a bunch of pictures of her kids, while slightly getting teary eyed and mumbling about her "precious lambs"*

Roman, crouching down: So are you kiddos ready for trick or treating?

Achilles, jumping: Heck yeah I am!

Troy, shaming with excitement: I can’t wait! We are going to get so much candy!

Mercury: You got that right! We marked all the rich people’s house that give the best candy out! So your bags are going to be packed!

Achilles: Yes! I can’t wait!

Troy: Lets Go!

Cinder: Hold on, guys. Let me have a word with your 'uncles' real quick. Comm’ere for a minute, you two.

Mercury, sighing: Oh great.

Roman, sighing: Just give us a minute kids. This won’t take long.

*Cinder escorts Mercury and Roman to the living room privately*

Cinder, deadly serious: I just want to tell you guys that if you lose our kids, or if ANYTHING happens to them, I’ll kill you both.

Roman, rolling his eyes: Yeah Yeah, I know.

Cinder: I’m serious. I will kill you both with no hesitation at all. No matter how far you run, and where you hide, I will find and slaughter you both like the dogs you are.

Mercury, groaning: We know already. You literally tell us this each time we baby sit them at all.

Cinder, growling: And I mean it each and everytime too. Don’t let them out of your sights, or so help me god I’ll—

Roman, rolling his eyes: Kill us, we got it. Can we go now?

Cinder: Yeah. Get out of here. And don’t make me regret letting you do this.

Roman, smiling: Right. See you around, farmer’s daughter.

Cinder: Dont you fucking call me th—

Roman, leaving with the kids: Let’s go guys. Say bye bye to your mommies.

Troy/Achilles, waving: Bye bye!

Pyrrha, smiling and waving: Goodbye, we love you! Have fun and be safe!

Roman, waving: We will. See you later.

Pyrrha, smiling: Well the kids are gone now. So you know what that means we can do finally~

Cinder, smiling: Oh most definitely.

Pyrrha: Time to watch a bunch of bad horror movies!

Cinder, chuckling: Yep! Ill make the popcorn! Let's go!

*hours later*

Roman, walking down the street: Man, I can’t believe that Cindie doesn’t fully trust us with the kiddos yet.

Mercury: I know right. I mean, we’re great babysitters.

Roman: We’re the best! And we’re doing this for free too! She should be greatful!

Mercury: She really should! But no, she thinks we're nothing but idiots.

Roman: Tell me about it. We're not that dumb. We are actually very two smart men!

Mercury: You can say that again! Plus the kids love us! Don’t you guys?

Achilles/Troy:.........

Mercury, concerned: Hey, are you kiddos alright? Wait, did you guys change bags or something? *crouches down* What’s goin—.......

Roman, worries: What? What’s wrong? *crouches down* Do they have candy on their mouths or som— *gasps* O-oh my god.

*Roman looks and sees two confused kids wearing identical sheep costumes, but being completely two different kids, both of them being cat faunuses*

Roman, panicking: Oh my fucking god!

Mercury, panicking: Please tell me I’m going insane! Please tell me that I don’t see two cat ears on them right now! Tell me anything but—

Roman, nearly crying: Jesus Christ, we somehow mixed up kids! We got the wrong ones!

Mercury, voice cracking: Anything BUT that!

Roman: Oh my god! This can't be happening?! We just accidentally committed two kidnappings! How is this even possible?! How did we manage to do this?! The chances of this happening is comically and astronomically low! Oh fuck!! This is so stupid, even for us! Oh my god! This doesn't happen to normal people! This is like some three stooges level of stupidity! Cinder's going to kill is!

Mercury: Stop jumping to conclusion man! We might not die! Look, maybe....just maybe, Cinder might not notice if we show up with these two instead. L-like, we could dye her hair red and boom, it's essentially Achilles and Troy! That's possible, right?

Roman: NO, YOU DAMN IDIOT! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?! DID YOU SUDDENLY GROW SHIT FOR BRAINS OR SOMETHING?! FOR GOD SAKE, ONE OF THEM IS A GIRL! A GIRL WITH CAT EARS! HOW THE HELL ARE WE GOING TO CONVINCE THEIR PARENTS THAT THEYRE ACHILLES AND TROY?! AND WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO WITH THESE TWO KIDS RIGHT HERE?!

Mercury: I DONT KNOW BUT STOP YELLING AT ME, IM GRASPING FOR STRAWS! I'M DESPERATE!

Roman: OH MY GOD! SHE’S GOING GO KILL US!!! SHE’S ACTUALLY GOING GO KILL US! WE’RE DEAD! WE’RE SO DEAD! OH CHRIST, WE NEED TO MOVE AWAY, FAR AWAY TO A PLACE WHERE SHE CANT FIND US! CHANGE IDENTITIES AND LOOKS! ROMAN AND MERCURY NO LONGER EXIST ANYMORE! WE’RE NOW GRAY AND YURI! GROW A MUSTACHE WHILE I GROW A GOATEE OR SOMETHING, I DONT FUCKING KNOW–

Mercury: GET A HOLD OF YOURSELF, MAN! WE GOTTA CALM DOWN! WE CANT JUST GIVE UP HOPE RIGHT AWAY! HOPE IS ALL WE GOT! LOOK, WE JUST GOTTA FIND THESE KIDS’ PARENT AND THEN WE’RE FIND OUR KIDS! OKAY?! ALL IS NOT LOST!

Roman: YOURE RIGHT! ALL WE GOTTA DO IS FIND THEM AND WE ARENT DEAD! YOU'RE BRILLIANT!

Mercury: Okay, uhm....Heya kiddos, uhm.....do you think you guys can show us to your house? You have any idea where you live?

One of the kids: *nods quietly*

Mercury: Yes yes yes yes! We aren’t going to die! We are going to survive! Okay, let’s go!

*meanwhile*

Pyrrha, eating popcorn: I honestly don’t understand why everyone in these horror movies are so dumb. Like, does common sense don't exist in these worlds?

Cinder, chuckling: How else are they supposed to die in these easily avoidable ways for our amusement?

Pyrrha, giggling: Yeah, I guess you’re right. But couldn't they just make the killer smarter?

Cinder: Yeah, but then they would have to put effort into the writing.

Pyrrha: *snorts*

*Phone rings in the kitchen*

Cinder, standing: I'll get it.

Pyrrha: Can you make some more popcorn while you’re at it?

Cinder, smiling: Yeah, hold on.

*Cinder walks into the kitchen and answer their phone*

Cinder: Hello?........Yang? Yang who? Oh wait, you’re one of Pyrrha’s friends, right?....oh, okay. How can I help you?........wait, slow down. You're talking to fast.......what do you mean your wife’s going to kill you if she finds out. What’s going on?......uh no, why would we have your kids?......a mix up? What mix up?.......why do you have Troy and Achil— OH MY GOD, I’M GOING TO KILL THEM!!!

#rwby #pyrrha nikos #cinder fall #roman torchwick #mercury black #yang xiao long #blake belladonna #pompeii rwby #bumbleby #rwby house wife au #imagine your ship #imagine your otp

[yehetting]

Loco & Jay Park - Reaction

kanekilover23 requested: “Hello, can I request a reaction pf Loco and Jay Park when the reader is a youtuber and does the breakup prank on them. Thank you.”

omg haha sorry its so late, here ya go love!

Loco:

He would love having a s/o as a youtuber! Always making fun videos, going to new places recommended by your subscribers. The whole experience was something he never knew he would love so much. That’s until prank season trends came around, he didn’t know that was a thing so it kind of made it easier to get him so good and easily. unfortunately the main trend was fake breaking up with their s/o. You set up different cameras around the living room, to try and get different angles. You had a script ready and everything. Once he came home you pretended to be annoyed already and acted like you where editing another video. He came up and tried to rub your shoulders to help you relax but you shrugged him off telling him to leave you alone. He backed off and went to the room and put his stuff away. When he came back you had added fake tears and pretended like you where crying over “losing all your work”, he ran over to see what was wrong and you said what happened. He tried to hold you but you pushed him off, which made him a little upset. “its okay you can record it again or think of another topic.” he tried to reason. “I cant just ‘record it again’ it was one of my biggest projects I've been working on it for weeks!” You shot back trying not to really cry seeing his face. “Well, I'm sorry, I know how that feels, what can i do to help?” he asked genuinely trying to help. “Nothing, i cant do anything this is something I've been so passionate about and now its gone and all you said was i can record it over or think of a new topic, you knew how much this meant to me and your literally telling me right now that it can just be rerecorded? I cant believe this.” You tried to be as convincing as possible but it was starting to get hard seeing how upset he was actually getting. “I didn't mean it like that, I was just trying to make you fell better..” he said standing up this time and looking down at you. “Are you serious? You are aren't you. I cant do this.” you said standing and starting to walk to the door. “Do what? Where are you going?” he asked realizing you where walking to the front door. “I'm leaving, ill be back in a few days to get my things, you just told me you where trying to make me feel better by putting down all my hard work. I cant be with someone like that I'm sorry.” you put on your shoes and started to open the door when you heard a sniffle. You instantly regretted all of it and just stood there. You turned to see him crying staring at his feet. You felt like shit right then. You had no idea how to tell him it was prank, this was a bad idea. “I'm so sorry....” you whispered real tears coming out. “For what?” he asked so lost at this point. “This was supposed to be a break up prank but I let it get out of hand I'm so so fucking sorry...” You broke and started to cry harder. “What? are you serious?” he asked leaning back and looking at you hard. You just nodded. You pointed at the cameras around the living room. He looked at them all/ in shock. You explained the whole idea and how it got too far when you started to see him cry and how you feel like such an ass. “I really don't expect you to forgive me for this, I'm just really sorry. You said deleting all the footage off the cameras. “no yeah I'm really pissed off right now, ill get over it just please let me be for a little bit, ill come to you when I'm fine.” you nodded and he went into the home gym. He came out sweaty and red from being in there. “hey, so I thought about it and I'm okay with it now, it was a good prank but I wish this wasn't the trend right now. I forgive you.” he said and you smiled. “but to seal the deal you have to give me a hug right now.” he said smiling and holding his arms out for you. You made a gagging face because he was all sweaty but you manned up and gave him a hug. It felt nice despite the sweat. He kissed your cheek. “i love you but don't do that to me every again please. I hated the thought of you leaving me.” he said pain still in his voice. “I wont I promise.” you said kissing him. 

Jay:

He didn't care for the whole youtuber thing like loco did, He did however support anything you did and wanted to help anytime you asked. Needed a kick ass intro and outro song, he was on it and sold you the rights, for kisses, so whenever someone uses it they get copyright claimed. you liked being on the other side of that for a change. He helped with editing sometimes when you're too tired. Having him help you when you needed had its downsides though. He would opt out of the Boyfriend tags trends, because they would “tarnish his bad boy rep” *throws up dumb gang signs* You would laugh it off but that meant you had to do something else and endure the drop in views. You wanted to get back at him for some of it an guess what it was? Break Up prank trend time! Same as loco you set up cams all over his office when he went out to get you some snacks for the movie date you had planned. One was by his computer, his couch behind him and one was placed carefully in-between two of his sound systems. You sat in the living room trying to look pissed off. You seemed pretty convincing because once he stepped into the room he asked what was wrong. You lied and said you saw his emails while cleaning up and saw that he was expected to work tonight. He said that he didn't see it but that he could most likely get out of it. You threw your hands up and followed him to his office where he went to look at the fake email you got his manager to send for you. “I swear its like every time we’re supposed to have alone time you have to work.” you said behind him. He turned and looked at you. “Yeah but, i usually get out of it for us.” he replied still looking at you. “can you this time? you just got off tour! You cant possibly have work already?” you asked pretending to get more annoyed. “I shouldn't ill email him back.” he sat down and started typing away. You riped out your phone and texted his manager about what to do before he hit send on the email. You two sat in silence for a few minutes he tried to reach for your hand a couple times too but you brushed him off. The computer dinged signaling he had a new email. He read it and set his head fell and he sighed. You knew what it said because you basically wrote it. “Seriously?! You're joking right? You just got home!” you got louder. He turned his head to you looking sorry. “I cant help what they do, I'm sorry.” he said trying to reach for you. “I don't care, you just got home this isn't fair to you or me....I don't think I can do this... you work all the time, it feels like i hardly see you.” you said quieter not trying to sound as mean as it did, because you know damn well has always there for you. “I... no I can try to get out of it, Please.. I know its not fair, Its my body their messing with and our relationship.” he got up to move closer but you backed away. “I'm gonna go, ill be at my friends, ill get my stuff in a few days. If I knew this about your company I wouldn't even have said yes to that first date.” Your eyes closed because holy shit you shouldn't have said that. His arm dropped to his side. You backed out of the room and down the hall a little bit. Gaining the courage to go back in. He looked up at you when you came back in. “I.... this was supposed to be a harmless prank but i think I went too far... I'm so sorry jay...” you whispered and let your head hang. You felt warmth and looked up to see him holing you like you would disappear. “what the hell is wrong with you? Please don't ever do something like that again!” he got loud this time pulling away from you. You nodded tears forming. “I promise, Ill delete the footage too.” you said nodding at the cameras. He looked shook, he looked and saw them all. “This was recorded?” he asked. You nodded. “for you channel?” you nodded again. “Please post it! Dude that'll go viral!” Your eyes widened. “What?!” you asked. “I'm serious! If you do you might get scouted for an actress with that amazing acting you did.” he laughed waving at all the cameras. You uploaded it a week later and sure enough it went viral! You got an offer from his company as a commercial actress. 

( I DONT OWN THESE GIFS, CREDIT TO OWNERS )

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[fairycosmos]

I have my finale exam tomorrow and I'm 99,9% sure that I'll fail. I feel like such a failure right now. I could retake the school year but why I understand the school work then, if I don't understand it now. I'll probably stay unemployed forever, because I'm so anxious at job interviews and I literally don't know how to talk to people. Maybe it'd be the best if I didn't exist because nothing would change if wasn't here anyway. I wouldn't be missed and I know I will never be happy anyway.

hey dude, listen. it sounds a bit like you’re spiraling right now and i really think it’d do you some good to just take a step back and breathe. i hope the test went okay, and by okay i hope i mean you got through it, because that’s literally all you can ask of yourself. it’s natural to be nervous about such things and if you’re also struggling with mental illness on top of that, it’s easy to get lost in the heaviness of that anxiety. making big unfounded assumptions about your future, feeling a sense of doom, thinking in black and whites instead of recognizing the nuance and middle ground - all of those are red flags, not reliable thought processes that you need to build your life around. it’s okay to process negative emotions, to be upset and to feel overwhelmed and to want to give up at at times. we all need to break down a little when we’re overwhelmed so we can let some of that pent up tension out. but that should look like allowing yourself to cry, reaching out to those around you, getting some rest, and removing yourself from situations that exacerbate the pain when possible. not harming yourself in hopes of dulling those emotions, because that’s how you get stuck in a cycle of self destruction that is more suffocating than just confronting the pain and trying to let it go. look, you’re young and life is generally a lot longer than it seems when you’re in school, in the sense that we learn how resilient we are over and over again. we’re supposed to ‘mess up.’ things go ‘wrong ’and then we carve our paths out of that, and we adapt. whether we realize it or not. you’ve done it before, and you can do it again. if it turns out you have to retake the school year, then with the extra time and maybe additional support from your teachers, the school work may become a little clearer if you give it the chance and try out new learning techniques to find what works for you. that doesn’t make you a failure at all. you clearly care a lot about your future, and you’ve already made so much more progress than you realize. i know it doesn’t seem like it in this moment. but seriously, whatever happens, after the initial disappointment and frustration, you WILL be able to return to a sense of normality. the extent of how much it hurts right now is not permanent. there’s truly no set time schedule for education, no matter how much they want to convince us otherwise. you just have to do what you can with what you’ve been given. that’s more than good enough. you’re more than good enough. and about job interviews - try to slow down. there’s absolutely no evidence that you will be unemployed forever, in fact it’s very unlikely, and your worth/future happiness doesn’t rely on that factor anyway. honestly, i’ve been to a few job interviews by now and i’ve always thought the same thing about myself. especially when i was in school, i thought i knew, that there was no way i could handle it, no way anyone would take me on. and they are uncomfortable and nerve wracking, sure. but they’re also not the beginning and end of the world. nobody is expecting you to be the worlds best talker especially when you’re new to the whole thing. it’s about showing your enthusiasm and your skillset, and if you dont believe you have one, you do. you just cant see it because you dont like yourself right now. i’ve been rejected from jobs too, and yeah it’s a dig at the self esteem, but it’s not a personal failure. it’s just the nature of applying for a position that loads of other people are also applying for. you learn to accept it. but you don’t even have to carry that weight yet, love. so try to recognize what your brain is doing by bombarding you with worries that are entirely out of your control, and that there is no actual proof of. more than anything, it’s important to remember that school nor your career defines everything that you are. we’re taught from a young age that we only deserve to be here if we’re ‘useful’ by capitalist standards, if we can justify the space we take up. but it’s a fucking lieeeeee. raising us like that is the only way to get us to work work work without questioning it too much. it’s got nothing to do with you and everything to do with the world being a soul sucking machine. so, relax. you deserve to be here and you deserve to be gentle with yourself, nothing changes that. not tests or the future or your self hatred. i know it’s hard to believe that such concepts apply to you, but they do. nothing and nobody would be better off without you, i promise. when you’re in a dark place it’s only normal to believe that you’ll never be happy, but it’s really not the case in reality. happiness is an emotion that comes and goes like all else, and it is entirely possible for it to become a consistent theme in your life. that is, if you’re able to make it through this part. if you’re able to try to engage in healthier coping mechanisms so that you see your situation from multiple perspectives, rather than just from a one dimensional ‘things will never get better’ stand point. even if you just have to survive hour by hour, until you get there.

i’d really recommend considering talking to someone about what’s happening in your head right now, man. i know that’s not what you want to hear and part of you will want to immediately write it off, but try to pause and keep it in the back of your mind. whether it’s a teacher, a parent/family member, a school counselor, a mental health hotline, a friend, your doctor - there are so many people out there who have the tools to help you learn to manage. and it doesn’t matter if the process is slow or non linear, or if you have to force the words out. all that matters is that you try. whatever that means to you, even if some days it’s just staying in your room and breathing through it. you can recognize that not wanting to be here any more is an unhealthy thought, indicating that there is a lot more going on beneath the surface, yeah? it’s alright to talk about that and to let others in. our mental health is often just as fragile as our physical health and sometimes it needs medical intervention in order to be adequately supported, and that’s totally fine.  yeah, opening up is embarrassing and yeah it’s not something anyone ‘wants’ to do, but it’s often very necessary, because it’ll allows people to be able to relate with and guide you. please consider your own needs and know that there is no shame in speaking up. even if you have to take some time to find the courage. honestly, you don’t even need to go into great detail. a simple ‘i need help and i’m not sure what to do’ is a great place to start with someone you trust, or someone who is in a position to help you. anyway, i’m sorry this got super long. navigating school is fuckin difficult at the best of times, and i’m infinitely proud of you for making it to this point and for being able to articulate your feelings like this to me. i have no doubt that you will be able to get through this if you give yourself the time and the tools do so. and i dont say that lightly at all. try to ground yourself for now, and start again tomorrow. if you want to talk about this properly or if you ever need a friend, my dms/inbox will be open. take care. focus on one day at a time.

#anon

[patrocool]

i.

It was early morning in Financial District. Commuters bustled around the siblings as they exited the subway station onto William Street. The pair stopped abruptly in front of the shop just outside of the station, much to the dismay of a woman behind them, who nearly ran into them with a curse.

Sarah Jacobs had worked hard to get to this point. And damn it, she was proud of herself. Sure, it didnt look like a lot right now- a tiny little hole in the wall right next to the entrance to the A and C train that was probably about the size of her bedroom in her tiny Manhattan apartment- but it was hers and she was proud to own the place.

Davey held up the key with a soft smile. "Planning on going in any time soon?" He asked lightly. She grinned as she took the key from his fingers and unlocked the door, stepping in. It was musty, dusty, dirty, and a bit stuffy, but none of that mattered. What mattered was what it was going to look tomorrow, and then the next day, and the day after that.

She clapped her hands together and set down her bag of cleaning supplies. "We've got a lot of work to do, Davey!"

ii.

Davey carefully placed the finishing touches on the flowers in stock, making them look nice in their holders. He stepped back, hands on his hips, and smiled. He turned to watch his sister as she carefully wrote the last few things on her chalkboard behind the counter.

The store looked perfect. Picturesque, to the point where Davey wouldnt be surprised if photographers came in looking for the perfect picture. Sarah set down her chalk and brushed her fingers off on her apron. She turned, nervously brushing stray hairs behind her ears, and straightening her light blue blouse. "Hows it look, David?"

He gave her two thumbs up. "It looks like a hipster's wet dream," he promised her teasingly.

She laughed and threw a rag at him. "You're such an ass, get out of my store with your gross face! You're gonna be late for class."

He snickered and leaned over the counter to grab his bag. "I'll turn on the open sign and unlock the door on my way out. If I dont, you probably never will."

As he left, he saw a young woman hesitating outside, looking curious. He held the door open. "Going in?" He asked.

She shook her head and hurried away down the street. He shrugged and headed to class. Sarah would have customers soon enough.

iii.

After the fourth day of trying to peek in the flower shop to and from class, Katherine Plumber finally gave in and slipped inside. A soft ring of the bell alerted the quiet shop, and she looked around in awe. Exposed brick on one wall, plants in baskets hung from the ceiling, fairy lights strung across the walls. Beautiful displays of potted plants and cut flowers alike. A chalkboard hung behind the counter listed prices and deals and specials, and then the most beautiful woman Katherine had ever laid eyes on came out of the back room, smiling brightly at the sight of a customer.

Dark hair in loose curls that reached her ribs, brown eyes that seemed to sparkle in the light, circle frame glasses perched on her nose. She wore a yellow turtleneck and high waisted mom jeans with scuffed converse, and a well worn apron. On her apron, someone stitched in the name "Sarah" with blue thread.

"Can I help you with anything?" The shopkeeper asked her cheerfully, and Katherine never felt more out of place.

"Just- just looking," she stammered awkwardly. She tugged at the sleeves of her leather jacket, glancing down at the pins and patches adorning it and hoping there wasnt anything that the sweet shopkeeper would take the wrong way. Usually, she didnt care if other people didnt like her opinions, but damn it, the girl was pretty as all get out, and her big ass "punch nazis in the face" patch on her back didnt really fit with the whole soft flower shop vibe.

She bit her lip, looking at the plants and trying not to stare at the girl. She focused on the many different colors of roses instead.

"'Fuck Cops'- now that's a sentiment I can get behind," the girl said, but she was so much closer this time, and Katherine jumped at the sudden noise.

Katherine blinked slowly. "Oh, uh. Yeah," she said, and laughed a little, internally cringing. God, she sounded like an idiot.

She giggled. "Sorry, I'm just excited to see a customer. I havent had a lot so far, I just opened a couple days ago."

"I know," Katherine said quickly, and quickly winced when the girl cocked a brow. "Sorry, no, I meant, I know you opened a couple days ago, I take the A train to school every day, so."

She snorted and nodded. "I see, a bit less creepy when you put it like that," she said teasingly. She held out a hand to shake. "I'm Sarah. Welcome to Newspaper Row Flowers."

"Katherine," she replied, shaking her hand. She smiled a bit. "You know Newspaper Row was actually over on Park Row, right? Next to City Hall?"

Sarah laughed, cheeks pink. "Oh, I know. It's because my great grandmother used to own a flower shop over next to the old Tribune building on Park Row, and that's what she called it. She lost her shop in the Depression though, and died when I was young, and it was my mom's dream to open a flower shop in her honor. She never managed to, and uh. Well, she died too, a couple years ago, so I did it."

Katherine's heart felt like it was melting in her chest. God, how could she already have so much affection for this girl she only just met? "I'm sorry for your loss. But you've really created something wonderful here, and I'm sure they would both be proud."

Sarah beamed, and Katherine would do anything to make her smile like that again.

iv.

"And so Davey's like 'what the fuck', and Les is like 'who is this guy' and Jack is straddling the windowsill, looking at us like he expects my dad to get a gun, and finally, Dad is like 'hes not Catholic, is he?' And poor Davey is like 'no, pa', and for some godforsaken reason, Mom assumes that means hes Jewish. And knowing he doesnt have a family, immediately invites- and by invites, I mean loosely intimidated- Jack to come celebrate all holidays with us. And so now, instead of breaking it to Mom that Jack isnt religious, Davey just let's them believe it. Cause I mean, they're pretty fine with the whole gay thing, but god forbid we be romantically involved with someone who isnt Jewish." Sarah finished explaining with a laugh and roll of her eyes. "So yeah, that's why Jack is here fucking around with a dreidel even though Hanukkah has passed. Hes convinced that theres a secret trick to it that he has to master by next year."

Jack looked up and pouted sourly in her direction. "We all know Davey cant be that good based on luck alone!" He said for the thousandth time.

Katherine laughed, elbows on the counter. Her red curls were pulled back in a ponytail and she had her signature leather jacket on. "Sounds like your family is a real fun bunch. Ironically, my dad is the exact opposite, he doesn't care if I dont marry into a Jewish family, but he very much cares if I marry a girl."

Sarah made a face. "Gross. He sounds like such an ass whenever you talk about him."

Katherine nodded. "Probably because he is," she said very seriously. And then the two erupted into giggles.

"Ew, go get a room," Jack complained.

"You're in my shop, Kelly!"

V.

"Sarah, I need your help with something." Katherine came in looking nervous, an expression Sarah rarely saw on her friend.

"Of course, anything, what do you need?" Sarah said immediately, abandoning the flowers she was making out of newspapers.

Katherine swallowed, pausing. Her fingers fidgeted with the necklace around her neck. "Um. Well. There's uh... there's this girl I really like. And she... she's just amazing, and I want to tell her that I really like her. And she loves flowers, so..."

Sarah smiled and cooed, even though her chest hurt an awful lot. "That's so-" heartbreaking? Disappointing? Sad? "-cute! Flowers are such a good way to express feelings. Do you want to do it through flower language or do you have specific flowers you want to do it with?"

Katherine bit her lip. "Well, I was hoping a bit of both, but I'm not sure what kind of flowers she likes, so I was hoping you'd help with that."

Sarah nodded. "Of course! Let's get to work, hm?"

In the end, the bouquet consisted of red carnations (admiration), gardenias ("you're lovely"), mistletoe ("kiss me"), and white violets ("let's take a chance on happiness"). Sarah very gently wrapped the stems in newspaper and tied it with some twine while Katherine wrote something on a card.

Katherine paid and took the bouquet from Sarah, carefully fixing the card in it. She stayed after the transaction, simply standing there and staring at the flowers in her arms.

"What are you waiting for? Go get your girl!" Sarah chastized with a laugh. She needed Katherine to leave so she could take an early lunch and cry a little.

"You're right," Katherine said. She took in a big breath and let it out slowly before jutting her arms out, offering the bouquet. "Here."

"What?" Sarah asked, eyebrows furrowed. "Did you change your mind or-"

"They're for you," Katherine said, staring at the wall. "Just- read the card?"

Sarah blinked slowly and took the bouquet carefully, and opened the card.

In it was written simply:

"I like you, Sarah. Have since I first came into your shop. And I'd like you even more if you went to dinner with me?"

Sarah very gently put the bouquet down on the counter. And then she kissed Katherine.

+1

A year and a half later, Sarah come home to find a bundle of myrtle at her place on the table. Instead of a string, there was a ring. Myrtle, the Hebrew emblem of marriage.

Katherine cleared her throat, smiling softly. "Your parents will have at least one kid who marries into a Jewish family. If-if you say yes, that is."

Sarah's eyes filled with tears. "How could I not?"

#newsies #newsbians #sarah jacobs #katherine plumber #katherine pulitzer #5 plus 1 #flower language #flower shop au #aesthetics #newsies fanfic

[ddaddsprompts]

I just read a fanfic with this recently and i'm lowkey obsessed with the idea, but how about dadsona asking the respective kid(s) for permission to propose to their dad?

Craig; This was it. A clear Saturday morning. Craig was out and about for his early jog with little River strapped to his chest, leaving you with Hazel and Briar, who were scarfing down the extra special breakfast of pancakes and ice cream with a side of chocolate. You figured that the girls deserved a little prepping before you popped the big question, so you set down your fork and took a deep breath. ‘Alright, girls. There’s actually something I’ve been meaning to ask you two.’ You began. ‘You think I’m a good guy, right?’  Both girls smiled. ‘Of course, we do, Y/N.’ Briar answered, biting off the tip of the strawberry on her pancake. ‘You’re charming and smart, your jokes are a bit terrible but tolerable, for the most part at least.’  ‘Dude, you just gave me ice cream and pancakes for breakfast. You’re totally cool in my book.’ Hazel chimed in, mouth full of pancake. You laughed.  ‘Well, that’s good. I didn’t want you both to think I was some sort of bad guy who just waltzed into your family since I am planning to propose to your dad in a few weeks-’

 ‘What?!’ The twins exclaimed, looking equally shocked as Briar dropping her strawberry and Hazel choking on her pancake, reaching for the hot chocolate to wash it down. You covered your mouth in regret. The table was silent for a while, both parties staring at each other in astonishment. It was Hazel who broke the silence with an awkward cough. She still looked surprised. ‘I mean, I’m not against it. Dad does talk about how much he loves you and, well. It’s clear he loves you so uh…’ Hazel nudged her twin, silently begging for her to back her up. Briar sighed and looked into your eyes. You knew she wasn’t going to be kidding around this time. ‘Y/N. Do you love our dad with all your heart?’

 ‘Yes.’ You replied without hesitance. 

 ‘Will you always make sure he’s in a good place and when he’s not, will you be there for him?’

 ‘Yes.’

  ‘Do you promise not to hurt him, in which case Briar and I will cast our super secret demonic witch twin powers on you to curse you and your descendants for decades?’  You stared at Hazel, who looked dead serious before laughing at your extra shocked expression. ‘I’m just kidding, dude. Just make sure you take good care of dad, he really deserves it.’  A sigh of relief escaped your lips as you leaned back on your chair. ‘Thank you so much, girls. You won’t regret this, I swear.’Hugo; The front door opened to signal somebody had arrived home. You knew that it wasn’t Hugo considering he had texted you an hour ago that he was coming home late thanks to a bunch of middle schoolers in detention for setting fire to the trash bins. That meant you and Ernest were alone for the rest of the afternoon, and that gave you the chance to have a heart to heart talk with the moody teen. You watched as he made his way into the kitchen, where you sat on the sofa pretending to read a book. This was it. Now or never.  ‘Hey, Ernest? You mind if you come over here? I kinda wanna talk about something.’ No reply. This was gonna be a little tricky. ‘I could convince your dad to get a dog if you talk to me!’

 The footsteps stopped, then made their way towards you. Ernest groaned and threw his bag down, leaning against the wall. ‘Well? What is it? I don’t have all day, loser.’

You smiled and put down the book you were “reading”. ‘You know, your dad really cares about you.’ ‘Is this what your talk’s about?’ He scoffed. ‘If I wanted to hear about cheesy bullshit I would have just gone to the guidance counselor’s office. Did Hugo talk you into this?’ ‘Ernest, I know you don’t seem to care about your father much, but you should know that he still loves you. Very much, in fact. Hell, he told me once that you could throw a dozen cherry bombs into the boys’ toilets and he’d still love you.’ You spotted his face beginning to soften, so you went on. ‘Actually, that’s one of the reasons I like your dad. He’s devoted to you and everything else he does. It’s really admiring, don’t you think?’ That was it. Tears began to roll down the young teen’s cheeks, trying to wipe them away with his orange sleeve. You sat up and opened your arms, Ernest running into them and sobbing into your shirt. ‘I-I know Dad loves me…’ He gulped. ‘I just..cant myself to..show him that-’ He collapsed into a fit of sobs. You sat him down on the sofa, wiping his eyes before sitting down beside him. ‘I know you love your dad, Ernest. I understand that it’s kinda hard to show that you love him, but I know you do.’ You put your arm around him, hesitant at first, but when you saw that the young man didn’t mind, you relaxed. ‘That’s why I want to ask for your blessing to propose to him.’ Ernest’s tired eyes widened for a moment at what you said, turning to you in shock. ‘Y-You want to…what?’ ‘Marry him, Ernest. If it’s alright with you, of course.’ He took a deep breath and stood up from the couch, grabbing his backpack and starting to walk away. Before you could start panicking, he turns to you with a smirk on his face. ‘Mastiff first, and Hugo’s all yours.’Robert; You weren’t going to lie; Val seemed quite intimidating. Her city life clothes and her half joking, half serious attitude and her overall demeanor made you almost cower in your dad shoes. But you had to get her permission. After all, it was her dad, she deserves to be okay with it before you try something as big as marriage. You invited her over to Jim and Kim’s while Robert was off in the woods that night. The bar doors opened to reveal Val in all her shining glory, spotting you at a booth in the corner and giving you a friendly wave before walking over to you. ‘Well, Y/N? What kinda fuckery has my old man gotten up to now?’ She joked as she settled down in the leather booth. ‘Set fire to the woods? Lost his foot in a tragic car accident? Found the Dover Ghost but got taken away by it, and now you’re trying to tell me that my beloved father has been kidnapped and may never be seen again?’ Yep. This was Robert’s daughter, alright. ‘No, no, and unfortunately, no. It does have something to do with Robert, though.’ ‘Welp, I didn’t come all this way to hear small talk.’ Val turned away for a second to order two shots from Neil, who nods and delivers it over. ‘Spill the beans, dude.’ You took a minute to assess the moment. There was Val, a smart, playful yet serious woman if you messed with her or her dad. One wrong step and she would definitely send you flying to the moon and back. Or poke a hole into your head with her super sharp nails. The point was, this was your one chance. And you couldn’t blow it.  ‘So, uh, marriage, right?’ You blurted out, trying to segway into the question. Val looked up at you with an eyebrow raised. Great job, Y/N, you thought to yourself as you awkwardly downed the shot glass, hoping the liquid courage would hit sooner. ‘Kinda a weird thing if you think about it. “Hey, I love you so much I’m going to get the government involved so you cant leave.”. What a weird thing, huh?’ Nice, you made the situation even more awkward. Val sipped her shot glass skeptically. ‘You alright, Y/N? You look a little pale.’ Shaking yourself out of your nervous state, you looked up to the confused Val. ‘Okay, Val. I’m not gonna lie; I really love your dad. I mean, I think it’s been fairly obvious already, but I really love him. I know you both have been through some stuff, stuff that I don’t have to get involved into if you don’t want to, but I know both of you love and care for each other. That’s why I was wondering if you were alright with, uh, letting me marry him.’ Neither of you spoke for a moment, Val ordering two more shots which were delivered way quicker than usual. She picked up her glass and stared into the liquor inside.  ‘You know, Dad’s been through a lot. Losing Mom. Losing me. I used to hate him for being such an asshole, even thinking he was incapable of loving anything other than himself. But lately, he’s been..better. He’s so willing to patch things up, get his shit together, and sometimes I wonder how that happened. So on the day I came back, I asked him.’ She looked back to me and smiled. ‘He said he met someone. Someone who shoved some sense through his mind and made him wake up. I couldn’t even explain the words Dad used as he described you. They were all good, don’t worry. My father isn’t exactly the best when it comes to emotions, but when I saw what influence you had on him, I knew I wanted you to stick around.’ With a flourish, she raised her shot glass in a toasting motion. ‘A toast to Y/N, my future step-dad and loving husband of Robert Small.’Joseph; After weeks and weeks of waiting for the right moment, you finally found a short window of time where Joseph wasn’t with the kids. Sleeping in thanks to a late date on his yacht the night before. Thanks to this, you managed to wake up the twins and Chris (you left Crish to sleep soundly in his crib) , who were mumbling about not wanting to before you mentioned chocolate brownies, to which Christie jumped up to the chance while Chris and Christian just stirred at the thought of getting to lick the bowl. You set the kids to do their own tasks before starting the talk. ‘So, there’s one thing I gotta know; are you guys actually planning to kill me in my sleep?’ Chris groaned and shook his head, signaling that he wasn’t interested. Christie and Christian shook their heads too. You breathed a sigh of relief. ‘Phew, that’s a good thing. Well, do you think I’m an alright guy, then?’The three stared at each other for a moment, then nodded. You smiled. This was going better than expected. ‘Great. So, this next question might be a bit…shocking but it’s very important to get your answer. It’s okay to be honest and say no, alright?’All three children froze. Christie’s brush had stopped buttering the tray. Christian’s mallet hovered over the crushed nuts. Chris’s hand had stopped moving the spoon to mix. They turned towards you at the same time, making you feel quite anxious. ‘I, uh, kindawannamarryyourdad.’ You mumbled, suddenly taken aback by the children’s creepiness. Christie and Christian walked up to you, and just when you think they’re going to pull out two knives and stab you for wanting to marry their father, they wrap their tiny arms around you and mutter ‘new father’. Chris walks towards you, eyes boring into yours. ‘We love Dad a lot. Just don’t try anything, got it?’You nodded vigorously, and Chris shuffled back to continue mixing the bowl. The two refused to leave your waist, and though it was a cute gesture, you pried them off and insisted you had to continue the brownies, planning to make them a present for your future fiance. And, of course, you let the kids lick the bowl just this once.Damien; It didn’t take a detective to know that Lucien was a tough nut to crack. His rebellious ways made it a bit difficult to pin him down while Damien wasn’t around, but you finally got some alone time with him when Damien was off dealing with a dog emergency at the animal shelter. You heard loud rock music through the door leading into his bedroom. Knocking on Lucien’s door, the music shut off and a familiar voice shouted through the door. ‘What the fuck is it?’ ‘Lucien? It’s just me.’ You replied. ‘I was hoping we could talk for a bit, there’s been something I’ve been meaning to ask-’ Before you could finish, the teen had already pulled his door open. ‘Well? What is it?’ You mentioned that it would be better if you talked in the living room, and he begrudgingly trudged to the living room and plopped on the couch. ‘So what the hell is this about? If it’s my music, then yeah, I’ll tone it-’ ‘It, uh, isn’t just that, kid.’ You sat yourself down beside him. ‘I mean, yeah, it’d be really nice if you could, but there’s been something else I’ve wanted to talk to you about. It’s about Damien.’ You could see Lucien’s face go from angsty, passive-aggressive, oh-my-god-leave-me-alone to point blank serious. Lucien was a rebellious teen, however, that didn’t mean he didn’t care about his father. It was surprising, actually. They both had a loving relationship, which is mostly the reason why you wanted to ask Lucien for permission in the first place. Sure, he was glad that you made his dad feel good about himself, but to marry the man who’s been raising him alone for years? That was pretty big, and you had to make sure Lucien was okay with it. ‘Y/N? You look a little pale, is it something bad?’ Lucien’s voice was unnaturally soft. You cleared your throat and spoke up. ‘Lucien, I know you love your dad a lot. I also know that you matter a lot to him, and he sees you as his entire world. So it’s kind of well and good to ask; are you alright with letting me marry your father?’ It was Lucien’s turn to become pale as a ghost. He stared at you with unblinking eyes and an unreadable face before slouching into the sofa.  ‘You know, I kinda expected this. You and Dad have been so close lately, and don’t get me wrong, I’m all for it.’ He rubbed his eyes. ‘I’m really happy that he’s found someone to kind of, be weird with and shit, you know? He seems really content with you, so go ahead.’ You smiled, thanking Lucien for his blessing. Maybe he wasn’t that tough of a nut to crack after all.  ‘Oh, and by the way, find a better place to hide your engagement ring, dude.’ The teen laughed before heading upstairs into his room.Mat; Carmensita was a sweetheart. She gave you the utmost respect, and you treated her like a mini Amanda, joking around with her and (attempting at) making matching flower crowns for you, her, and Mat. Despite this, she seemed a bit weak with emotions. This was evident throughout the many times she cried during an emotional scene during movie night, wherein Mat had to give her a big dad hug, asking you to skip the scene so Carmensita would stop crying. This made you a bit hesitant to ask for her blessing at first, but you decided to pull through with it anyway. It was in the evening, where Mat was off at the Coffee Spoon for open mic night. You passed for tonight, pretending to have a headache and insisting you would be fine with Carmensita. Waving goodbye to your boyfriend as he walked off into the night, you had a nice light dinner with the young girl, listening to her go on about school. ‘Miss Davers is a bit weird, but you get used to her eventually.’ She gobbled down on her food. ‘Maybe you can teach me algebra, Y/N?’ ‘Hmn,’ You bluntly replied, picking at your dinner. You were so nervous that you couldn’t even eat anything in fear of choking it up and scaring the daylights out of her, which was not going to be the best moment to ask for her blessing. She noticed your silence and put down her utensils. She looked at you with concern. ‘Y/N, you’re really quiet tonight. Is it the headache? Should I call Dad?’ ‘N-No, sweetie. I’m fine, just a little..’ You bit your lip. ‘Do you like me, Carmensita?’ ‘Of course!’ Carmensita’s mouth curved into a smile, showing off her braces. ‘Did you really need to ask?’ ‘Actually, yes.’ You sighed. ‘Sweetheart, I need to ask you something. It’s pretty important, and I just want to let you know that I completely understand if you say no, alright?’ Looking a bit scared, she nodded anyway. Here goes nothing; ‘Will you let me marry your dad?’ Shock. Screaming. Crying. You prepared yourself for anything that Carmensita would react with, and sure enough, the young girl started bawling up. Just as you were about to call your attempt a massive fail, she began giggling and wiping her eyes. ‘Ah, jeez. You really scared me for a second, Y/N. I thought you were going to ask something way worse, like you were some sort of alien and you were gonna ask me to run away and join your alien family or something.’ She walked over to you and buried her head in your chest. ‘Of course, I’ll let you marry him, Y/N. There’s no other person I’d choose. You make him feel so happy and giddy and you both seem so cute together. How could I say no?’ ‘You sure it’s alright? I could be a huge hug alien ready to crush my next victim into a warm embrace!’ You joked, patting her frizzy brown hair. She laughed and smiled up at you. ‘Hug alien, shmug alien. Dad is all yours.’Brian; Daisy was Brian’s pride and joy. He practically put her on a pedestal and worshipped her every day of his life, so you decided it would only be proper to ask for her permission to marry her father. She was a smart, sensible girl, surely she would understand, right? You knocked on her door on a late afternoon when Brian had gone shopping. She called to let you come in and you did just that.Her walls were filled with trophies and medals, along with laminated certificates and a bunch of pictures with her dad. Their closeness intimidated you, but you were determined to see this through, sitting on the edge of her bed beside as she put down her book. ‘Hi, Y/N. Have you and Dad finished your “who’s the best daughter cuddler’ competition yet?’ She gleamed. You chuckled, remembering that day where you and Brian had a huge cuddlefest on the couch with Daisy in the smack middle, content of course but slightly unable to breathe in between the two huggers.  You put a hand on Daisy’s back to reassure her. ‘Daisy, I’m happy to announce that your father and I have decided that we are both sufficient cuddlers and will not be subduing you to our cuddling competitions. Thank you very much for your participation and we hope to see you again next year!’ The girl giggled, covering her mouth and muttering something along the lines of ‘It was a good experience’. You cleared your throat. ‘Jokes aside, there is something I want to talk to you about, Daisy.’

 ’Anything, Y/N.’

 You took a moment to look at her. She had Brian’s hair and freckles, hell, even a bit of his eyes. It was almost as if you were looking at Brian himself, which made you extra nervous. ‘D-Daisy, d-do you think I could marry your d-dad?’ You stuttered, unable to get the words out. Daisy went from slightly curious to absolutely shocked. She let her jaw drop and hang as her widened eyes stared at you. You assumed she was trying to find a way to say no and started to let yourself out before a hand grabbed you. ‘Wait, Y/N! It’s not that I’m going to say no, it’s just… so astonishing. Don’t leave, please.’

 You propped yourself back onto her duvet as she grasped your arm, thinking that you were going to walk away at any second.

 ‘Sorry, I got a bit scared there for a minute.’ She apologized. ‘You know, Dad really likes you. Whenever you aren’t around, he would talk to me about how much he loves you and cares about you, asking me for help to think about competitions just to get closer to you, stuff like that. And I’m not going to lie; I enjoy it. But what makes you different is that you make Dad feel good about himself. He takes a lot of pride in me that he sometimes forgets to see the actual good of the real him. You make him feel like he should be proud the way he is, and I’d love for you to be a part of our lives.’ Daisy nuzzled into you. ‘Still with me, Y/N?’ ‘Sure am, Daisy. And thank you.’

((ahhh im sorry this took forever, i was writing this during my breaks of reviewing for exams and i just couldnt concentrate without wanting to finish this prompt! super sorry it looks rushed, i’ll be back to answering prompts regularly by tomorrow after my last exam!!)) 

-Mod Coffee Cake

#dream daddy #dream daddy : a dad dating simulator #criag cahn #hugo vega #robert small #damien bloodmarch #mat sella #brian harding

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#8 What if: it’s never going to enough?

Too fast. 

This has always been a problem of mine. When I want something I cant to bring up any patience. I want things too much too fast and if I manage to do it that way it probably won't bring any satisfaction. But now I’m in for the long run, I want good things to last so I need patience. 

at the moment I'm being quite busy. After my mini-breakdown in January this year I want to prevent that happening again. So I tried some therapies this year that didn’t do very much. Last week I started group therapy. This is something I have never done before. It’s so different from what you see on tv by the way. It’s a therapy group to improve your self-image. Something I clearly don’t have right, but don’t have that wrong either (as I thought). This was recommended for me because my anxiety probably is a result of the fact that I’m not that confident. improving my self-image should make me more confident, therefor it should help with my anxiety. 

I think this group is right for me, even though I don’t feel like everyone is on the same level. I don’t mean that as a bad or good thing, I just think they are struggling with different problems than I am. They also see themselves other then I do. We all have in common that we don’t like ourselves very much but those people don’t like themselves at all. And I just can not say that; I mean; I, not a bad person and I mean good. I absolutely believe that I am a good person, I just keep thinking everyone is better.

by example: I honestly believe I’m being a great vet nurse; I have enough knowledge and practical skills to prove this. But when I compare myself to my colleagues it makes me feel insecure, because, in my opinion, they are better. Every time something happens that confirms that statement I tell myself, you can think you’re doing great, but they are better. And I think this is highly unfair to myself and also quite frustrating. Because I work so hard to be a good vet nurse. 

And that example is the one I even believe the most. If I would choose by example my hobby photography; I'm even highly convinced mostly all the time that my photos are shit. The fact that I have to keep reminding myself they are moderate and some even good that make me so tired that sometimes I don’t even bother picking up the camera. Because the photo’s  I make will never be good enough anyway. 

Yesterday one of the therapists asked something very on point at me: When do you think it is good enough. She said if I didn’t have this clear to myself. I would never be happy with what I have achieved; because it will never be good enough, because I don’t know what good enough is. I want too much, too fast and it will never be good enough because I don’t know when it is good enough. This results in the fact that I will always think less of myself, which results in the fact that I don’t get confidence, which will lead to infinite anxiety. 

I think therefore it’s important to think about when I think it is good enough. I’m going to try to set a border for myself, the same way I would say it is good enough for someone else. 

example: When is someone a good photographer? If I answer this question keeping in mind another person it will probably be easier, and I won't be that hard on another person as I am on myself. So If I answer it that way, without keeping myself in mind I can compare it to myself afterward. And if the conclusion will be that I meet the requirements that I set for other persons; I have to believe that if I think someone else is good enough, I should be too

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