#dishes weren't done? my fault

[im-a-lil-bitch-boi]

i find it ironic that my mom will get mad when my siblings and i flinch at her sudden movements like she didnt cause them. shes less violent now but the affects r still there n shit. its like hittin ur dog and gettin confused and upset that ur dog is scared of u. like wow who wouldve guessed that hittin, chokin, and throwin ur kids around whodve made them scared enough to want to avoid u?

warnin for the tags for Child Abuse uwu

[dredshirtroberts]

y'know. i don't often hate the way my brain is and how difficult it makes certain things for me.

i do a little today though.

[il-miele-che-scrive]

Lando Norris and [Y/n] Wolff are an on-and-off thing, fans think they're all good after [Y/n] releases a song supposedly about Lando, but they forget he's not the only Brit on the grid.

username1 HE LAUGHS AT ALL MY JOKES

↳username2 AND HE SAYS I'M SO AMERICAN

username3 sorry but in which part is y/n american?

↳username1 her mother, Y/m/n Y/l/n, is American and Y/n spent most of her life in the US after Y/m/n and Toto divorced

username3 oooh good to know, thank you!!

username4 I'm so happy to know Y/n and Lando are still together after all

↳username5 But they were never official

username4 But it's obvious! They were seen on dates many times, hanging out around Monaco, not to mention every time Y/n is in the paddock she spends more time in the McLaren garage than Mercedes'

username6 my fav nepo baby <3

username7 damn Lando must be doing a good job lol

username8 Y/n finally released a love song, everybody thank Lando

username9 Weren't there rumours about them being over forever just during the winter break?

↳username10 Toto would find a way to get Lando kicked out of F1 if he ever broke Y/n's heart lmao

username9 What does Toto gotta do with McLaren?

username10 He's rich? Lol

username9 And? Stroll's daddy is rich as well yet he can't make idk Verstappen disappear lol rich doesn't mean he can do anything he wants

username11 Guys I have a bad feeling, we actually haven't seen them together in a long time , I'm afraid they might be actually broken up for good

↳username6 I wouldn't read too much into it, Y/n studies in Monaco so she isn't able to attend races right now

username11 You sure? Y/n hasn't made a single appearance since the season started

username6 The season started in the middle of her uni year lol you ever thought of that?

↳username7 this is literally a love song, how are we even wondering if they broke up? she wouldn't release this if they were done

username6 THIS!! I feel like this song is a confirmation from Y/n that all is good, maybe she was tired of people talking if they're broken up or not

username5 Then why don't they make it official?

username6 that's not a question i can answer

username12 "I'll go anywhere he goes" then why aren't you attending races miss girl? Education can wait

↳username2 lmao it literally can't wait

username13 "the books you read" ma'am, Lando looks like he hasn't touched a single book his whole life

↳username12 And it's not like he dresses that well either, his style is nothing special

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y/n's texts with Lando

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username1 All men are the same I swear

↳username2 nooo I swear there are good ones, but that's just not Lando

username3 excuse me sir, y/n has just written a love song about you

username4 NOOOO THE WAY HE PUT HIS HAND ON THE GIRL'S LOWER BACK

↳username1 Him and Y/n are done frfr 😭

username5 Do we know who the girl is?

↳f1gossip Not yet, but I'm sure we'll know in no time

username6 Wtf is wrong with you, it's not her fault Lando can't focus on one woman

username7 But there's no way she didn't know about him and Y/n ;)

username6 There is/was no "Lando and Y/n", they never confirmed a relationship

username8 He's just won in Miami, I was hoping they'd make it official after that :(

↳username9 Sameeee it would be so cool

↳username10 Literally same, it'd be perfect

username11 Lando Norris, you disappoint me again

↳username12 at this point Y/n must be used to that lmao poor girl I hope she finds someone better

username13 WHAT DOES TOTO SAY ABOUT IT?

↳username3 Whats he supposed to say? Y/n is a grown woman, stop treating her like a baby

username14 I swear if we see Y/n back again with him after THIS I'm gonna break some dishes

↳username15 Yeah I hope she'll find some self respect and finally leave his ass

username16 Y/n I beg you to leave him, the d can't be THAT fire

yn_wolff posted on instastory

landonorris replied to your story:

↳mind if i join?

yn_wolff:

yeah lol don't join

landonorris:

i was gonna sail today anyway, what if we do it together?

hey i think i see u thru my window who are u with?

yn_wolff:

with dad and susie

stalker ass creep don't get anywhere near me today

landonorris:

I see another man

who is he?

*seen*

y/n answer me who is he

is that russell?

fucking russell wtf is he doing there

he better keep his hands away from you

what the fuck why are u hugging him

yn_wolff:

i'm hugging george and I'll do something worse if you don't stop with ur stalker shit

landonorris:

what the fuck do you mean y/n

yn_wolff:

don't worry, I'm sure that blonde girl would love to give you a hug, you should go see her

landonorris:

she's just a friend

y/n you're mine

she doesn't mean shit to me

don't show my texts to russell

yn_wolff:

Hello it's George, stop texting my girlfriend or we'll have to tell Toto

landonorris:

girlfriend?

username1 Right after? The Lando thing was yesterday

↳f1gossip Yeah, and this was this morning

username2 Whats Y/n doin with George? 🤨

↳username3 in case you forgot she's y/n WOLFF, the daughter of Mercedes' boss which GR drives for

username4 After seeing Y/n's story I hoped she's finally spending some time with Lando but...

↳username5 Have u seen what Lando posted? 😂

username4 What did he post?

username5 Oh apparently he deleted it already lol it was a story

username5 Anyway he posted like a lowkey thirst trap pic and the music he added was Tumblr girls by g eazy lmao

username4 Boohoo consequences of his own actions catching up

username5 Yeahh and he especially chose the verse that goes like "fucking off and on, always stop and go, probably got someone, choose not to know"

username6 Guys, I say we take in consideration the possibility of 'so american' being about George

landonorris Monaco weekend 🇲🇨☀

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username1 Why do I feel like he posted this just so people think Y/n was there with him even though there's not a single pic of her? 😂

↳username2 Bro why he want her when he can't have her anymore?

username3 get over it, it's your fault

username4 I feel like he's tryna say "Hey guys look, Y/n took these pics" but why would we believe it 💀

↳username1 Exactly!! We all KNOW she most likely spent the day with George

username5 Now all i think about when i see Lando is the story he deleted 😭

↳username6 totally hahah he literally called Y/n a bitch but also admitted that he can't help wanting other girls

username7 Wait when did this happen? When did he say that?

username6 he never said that, it's lyrics of a song he posted but quickly deleted

username5 He immediately regretted hahah

username8 @/maxfewtrell Tell Lando to behave, why are you even helping him with this bullshit?

username9 It's too late, you had your chance FOR HALF A YEAR and still chose to lead Y/n on, now she got someone else and you're being petty

↳username10 She let him lead her on for half a year? Damn it he should pay for her therapy

username9 I feel like she really hoped she can change him but realized "if you can't change the man, change the man"

username10 Very accurate lmao

username11 Guys, I believe Y/n and Lando were a thing for much more time than half a year, it was going on for at least a year, they were just very secretive about it

username9 Well, good for her to finally get out of this shit, she deserves so much better and I hope George will give her that

username1 I bet Toto loves his new son in law

↳username2 He has to be very relieved to know Y/n chose George eventually

username3 We still don't know if they're dating, remember George drives for Mercedes

username4 I really hope Lando is crying rn

username5 Now Lando for sure can't trick us into thinking Y/n was with him lmao

username6 I love George for saving Y/n

username7 I love them, they're all so old money, Y/n and George are a great match

username8 MY DELULU IS BECOMING TRULULU

username9 This is our confirmation that so american is about George

username10 I feel like Y/n upgraded at some point but at one point also downgraded

↳username2 Let's not talk about it, we should be happy for her and George, at least he won't treat her like an option

username11 George is literally THE MAN for Y/n, I'm so glad she finally realized that

↳username12 Chill, let's not assume stuff before we have any statement from them, we all know where assuming can get us

username13 This is my old money dream

username14 HEAR ME OUT but I'd actually love to see George and Y/n get married one day

↳username12 THIS is exactly where assuming can get us

yn_wolff Oh you'll like him, he's really kind andhe's funny like you sometimes, and I found someone I really like maybe for the first time

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username1 I'm so happy for them I'm gonna cry

lewishamilton Invite me next time!

↳georgerussell63 Toto said it was family only, I'm sorry, Lewis!

↳yn_wolff Ask Ferrari to invite you wtf

username1 lmao only Y/n Wolff can talk to a 7 times world champion like that

username2 YESSSS IT'S OFFICIAL

↳username1 Y/n is officially free from Lando!!

username3 I love the vibes, I love the fact that Y/n is dating a driver from her dad's team, I love the fact that Toto accepts it

↳username4 He must've been going CRAZY when Y/n had the situationship with Lando

username3 Absolutely and I think we all know about Toto's anger issues lol

susie_wolff 💝

↳yn_wolff 🩷

ymn_yln I hope George knows he's welcome in America too 😊

↳yn_wolff Of course!! We have a plane on Friday❤️

↳georgerussell63 I wanted to take Y/n to Miami so we can visit after the GP, but she refused 😔

yn_wolff Shut up I have uni!!

georgerussell63 It can't be more important than me meeting your mum

lilymhe Beautiful couple 😚

↳yn_wolff @/susie_wolff it's about you and dad💕

lilymhe Might as well be 😂

username3 Susie and Toto literally are Y/n and George in like 20 years lmao

alex_albon Finally, no more secrets

↳username2 ALBONO KNEW?

username4 Phew I can't imagine how much stress it was for him 😂

username5 George just MIGHT be the guy which so american is about...

username6 Something about this relationship makes me feel so at peace and I don't even know them in person

charles_leclerc Someone check on Lando😂

↳yn_wolff Charles 💀

username5 Is he wrong tho

username7 I laughed harder than I should've

↳username8 Betting all my money he's regretting all his actions

username9 As he should tbh imagine leading sb on for about a year, people who do this are evil

username8 Yeah, that was so wrong of him

username10 No but I need to know what books George reads tho

landonorris 👍

↳yn_wolff Stalker ass you don't even follow me

↳username4 THE AUDACITY

landonorris I hope you'll have fun while it lasts

↳yn_wolff YOU'RE the one to speak about lasting

↳georgerussell63 Not your place to worry about it🙂

username5 THE EMOJI MAKES IT SO FUNNY FOR NO REASON

username1 "THE WAY YOU DRESS, THE BOOKS YOU READ" he dresses well✅ he looks like he reads✅

username2 He's the perfect man for Y/n frfr

username3 I'm so happy that it's not about Lando after all, I was like girl he's treating you like shit and you write a love song??

username4 I've been waiting for it for YEARS

username5 So they had a thing for no longer than since the end of winter break and already made it official

↳username2 Something Lando couldn't do for almost a whole ass year lmao

username6 But have y'all noticed how obsessed with Y/n Lando is suddenly?

↳username1 of course he is, that's how it works, he's been rejected so his fragile ego is hurt

username3 He's even liking fans' edits of Y/n😭man is manifesting hard but I doubt anything can help him

username7 Good to know George's hands are warmer than hell, they don't look like it

username8 Girlie deserved a man who doesn't have commitment issues aka is a real man, I'm glad she got him

username9 Y'all think Lando reads Y/n x reader fanfics?👀

↳username1 Totally

↳username2 I can imagine it

↳username3 He'll do it until his delulu becomes trululu (it'll never happen🔥)

username10 I'll laugh so hard if now Lando will now stop fooling around with other girls 😂

username11 Can't wait for a whole album full of love songs about him

↳username12 I don't think we'll have to wait for long

[radioisntdead]

Good evening folks! Here's a drabble I wrote as a warm up, not my best work but it's short And it was written at three am, Enjoy!

The radio man's Wife

Alastor x female reader

Warnings:

Human Alastor, murder, Not much Alastor in here but he's here, victim blaming the dead people

You could ask anyone who had met her and they would tell you that The local radio host's wife was the sweetest person they had ever met, a real angel on earth, she'd help out her neighbors, delivering fresh baked goods to those in need, she'd help take care of the neighborhood kids while their parents got away for a night,

She was a saint, who was to know that she had married a monster? She was just another unwilling victim right?

After all,

She was just so kind!

but even those who appear kind could do the cruelest of things, sweet words secretly drenched in venom, dressed in soft unsuspecting colors, her eyes that held nothing but fondness for the person she married and distain for those who stood against him, for those who ran his name through the mud.

She'd gleefully turn a blind eye to the wicked acts he did, being nothing but a bystander, at most she threw a few sickly sweet words to the victims that left them feeling sick to the pits of their stomaches before they perished.

She'd clean up any remaining mess he left behind, making any leftover carnage into fertilizer for her beautiful garden, mopping up the blood stained floors, or digging up a deep grave in the nearby woods for him to drag a body or two into.

She willingly laid next to someone who had countless people's blood on his hands, she'd give nothing but a love-filled smile at him,

She'd dance with a repeat murderer while soft jazz played on the radio each night after dinner, after the dishes were done and dried He'd take her hand and they'd dance.

She'd give a small kiss on the cheek, telling him to stay safe and leave him to his business slaughtering folks.

After all they deserved it right? They weren't truly good folks, Her and her dear Alastor believed ? that wholeheartedly, and Honestly it's their own fault for being easy targets

Right?

No one would believe you if you told them beforehand that the charming radio host, Alastor was a cold blooded murderer who had claimed multiple lives,

After all he was so charming, always with that smile on his face that could make anyone swoon, although you could never exactly know what he was thinking, people adored his voice and his radioshow where he'd play the tunes of the time, and briefly speak about the recent disappearances of people, telling everyone to stay safe.

It's truly the charming ones you should look out for.

It was only revealed when someone hunting in the dead of night mistook her dearest Alastor for a deer, shooting him swiftly through the head, killing him almost instantly, leaving him to be bitten and torn by man's best friend.

The phonecall she got when it was discovered was heart wrenching,

Her beloved Radio host went from charming to his name being thrown around, treated like a monster, [Which he was, he killed people] his office was cleaned out swiftly after being searched for anything alluding to his crimes, the home they shared was searched and torn apart for evidence as she sobbed into the arms of a supportive, unsuspecting neighbor,

After everything went down she was either scorned or deemed a unfortunate lady who unknowingly married a murderous monster, she had parts of the community that took pity bring around casseroles and give her words of comfort.

It couldn't have been more then a year since Alastor had gone, a family member of one of his victims wanted revenge, however since the murderer was already six feet under, why not go for his widow?

In the dead of night carrying a gun he crept into the home she once shared with her beloved, he moved passed the picture frames on the walls, from events, Their wedding photos and pictures of family, all were hung up neatly.

He opened the door, a creaking noise rung out throughout the house,

He moved forward towards the bed where the widow laid, deep in a slumber she'd never wake up from,

The man lifted up the gun and shot her right in the heart, She didn't know what hit her.

Arising from the ground she brushed herself off, the sight of brimstone and the harsh smell of sulfur filled her nose,

She didn't know what killed her, maybe a heart attack? Perhaps she choked on something in her sleep? Well there was no use in wondering, what's done is done, and from the looks of it she definitely ended up in hell, wasn't surprising after all she did help out her husband in his crimes.

With a quick look at herself, she made a face at the animal ears that protruded from her head, along with the matching tail on her back, shaking her head she began walking around to explore the place.

She supposed it was time to go find her dearly departed darling now wasn't it?

Good evening folks! Thank you for reading!

I'm making my way through requests and a couple of them will hopefully be out within the week! Stay tuned!

[yelenabemylova]

Memories - Wanda Maximoff x Reader

summary: an argument with your girlfriend leads to some memories resurfacing

warnings: angst with a happy(ish) ending, mentions of previous abusive relationships, throwing up

The sound of your bedroom door slamming shut as your girlfriend stormed out startled you out of your daze. You had been fighting with her before you zoned out, having flashbacks to previous relationships.

Wanda assumed you were choosing to ignore her, eventually leaving you alone with your terrifying thoughts.

It was your fault that the fight had started, it wasn't a big deal and you had made it one.

Voices echoed throughout your racing mind, abusive words from your exes that had ingrained themselves into your mind. You thought you were healed and past that, but clearly not.

Tears began to fall from your tired eyes, the days and nights of fighting not allowing you to get much rest. Your chest was tight and the eerie silence in your home allowed your thoughts to manifest and amplify.

Quickly, you ran to the bathroom and fell to your knees, emptying the contents of your stomach into the toilet. You continued to do so until you were dry heaving, the sensation painful and straining on your body.

Exhaustion overcame you as you curled up on the cold tiles, falling into a sleep just as nightmarish as when you were awake.

When Wanda returned home, she began to make dinner. Even though she was mad at you, she still cared about you. As time went on and the scent of your favourite dish didn't tempt you down the stairs, Wanda became slightly worried.

She went upstairs and knocked on your bedroom door, not receiving any response. Carefully, she walked in, everything was exactly the same as when she left, except you weren't frozen in the same spot as before.

After she had made the bed, she checked in the bathroom, initially shocked at the sight. “Malysh?” she immediately scooped you up into her arms, startling you awake and causing you to begin to throw up again.

Wanda gently held your hair back as you vomited bile over and over, the stress on your body causing you to become dizzy. Your girlfriend waited until you were done throwing up before carrying you to bed, placing a bucket next to you.

“I'm sorry detka,” she gently untangled your hair with her fingers. You shook your head, knowing you were in the wrong. “My fault,” you croaked out, your throat hoarse.

You began to cry again, hiding your face in your pillow. Wanda was the best thing to ever happen to you, yet still you constantly found yourself sabotaging your near perfect relationship.

Ashamed of your past, you decided to stay quiet for now and just admit defeat. You were terrified to fall asleep in fear of walking up alone after all you had done.

Wanda's lower lip began to tremble as you noticed her eyes glowing slightly red. She was looking into your mind at all the flashbacks and memories that were running through your mind at that moment.

“Malyshka,” her voice cracked, “I'm so sorry.” You shook your head, curling up in her lap. “I'm not going anywhere, moya lyubov,” she gently wiped the tears falling down your face with her thumbs, “I'm here to stay.”

[incorrectmarvelquotesss]

— flufftober (day 16) —

Warnings: fluff, dad!bucky (he’s a warning), sexual tension, a bit of sad!Bucky, pregnancy

Prompt: Fireplace

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

@flufftober || flufftober masterlist

A/N: these are going to be veryyy late submissions. but it’s not my fault writer’s block hit me now. i mean kinda but not really. i’ll be posting these randomly here and there when inspiration comes. enjoy!

Bucky surveyed the living room with a small frown adorning his lips and a small twinkle in his eyes. His eyes trailed over the couches covered in crayons and papers before falling to the action figures and toys laying on the floor like casualties of a battlefield. The smell of chicken nuggets and fries lingered in the air, mixing in with the vanilla scented candle he had lit after the boys were sent to bed.

He heard you before he saw you, the telltale creak of the second step alerting him before you could remember it existed. He saw you step up beside him with a sigh and send a long glance at the pile of dishes in the sink. He smiled softly at the adoring smile that had somehow, in amidst of the chaotic closing of the night, appeared on your lips.

He nudged your shoulder with his. "Think we'll survive this?" He joked when you turned your head to look at him. The teasing tone in his voice made you giggle, lowly so that you didn't wake the sleeping boys.

"We always do, don't we?" You replied swiftly, looking at the family portrait you had managed to take last month at Disneyworld—a gift from Tony. You and Bucky were at the center, holding the one of two-year-old twins each, Grant & Thomas, while the four-year-old Grayson was held in the middle by Bucky. The smiles on each of their faces were adorable enough to have you slightly hazy with the memory.

With a huff, you looked at Bucky and said, "Let's split up."

"Toys or dishes?" Bucky raised his eyebrows and waited for your answer. You smirked and looked at the floor covered in Legos, action figures, and blocks.

"There's no way I can bend down for that long, Buck," you answered, placing your hand on your swollen belly. Bucky chuckled and nodded, a rare grin on his face that lit his face and flashed his dimples.

You two were done with kids—you really were done after having three boys—but you knew Bucky had wanted a girl. And you secretly did, too. Especially after seeing him with Morgan, you both starting trying again. It wasn't as if you weren't opposed to having another boy either—all three boys were such mama's boys that it made both you and Bucky all warm inside.

When you had brought that up, Bucky had laughed and kissed your concern away, adding in a simple, "If this one turns out anything like the boys when they grow up, I'll be more than happy. Boy or girl." That was the end of your worries. When you two learned that you were having a girl, it became apparent that Bucky's phrase third time's a charm turned out to be true.

"I'll get cleaning here then," Bucky said while reaching out to grab your hand and kiss your knuckles. "But you gotta promise me that you'll sit down if your feet hurt. And you—" his eyes flickering down and his metal hand coming to your stomach— "don't give your mama a hard time, 'kay?"

A soft kick landed on his hand and his smile widened. "I hope that was an 'okay, papa' and not a hard no," he teased with a wink at you.

"Yeah, okay. I promise." You smiled up at him and tilted your head as an invitation. He leaned in to peck your lips and then you two split up as planned.

He quickly gathered the bigger toys first, knowing he would trip over them or not see a Lego piece before it was too late. After dumping those to the side, he bent down and started piling the Legos together and then dumping them into its container. He fell back to sit on his butt after noticing that he had been balancing on his toes. He sat with his legs bent and elbows resting on his knees.

He had barely begun and he was already tired of cleaning up. He glanced around the couch to look at you. You were almost finished with the dishes, wearing an apron to reduce the water from staining your clothes. Well, they were his hoodie and sweatpants, but he was pretty sure you wore them more often than him. He never minded it, even if he complained about never having his clothes with a playful glare aimed at you.

Bucky got up and walked over to you silently, purposely missing the creaky board. He wrapped his arms around you, feeling you jump slightly in his arms before settling into his chest.

"Thought I told you to sit down if—"

"If my feet hurt," you cut in with a chuckle. "I know, but I'm okay right now. Promise." He hummed and pulled you closer to him. He kissed the curve of your neck and made his way up to the sensitive spot that made you squirm away.

"Hey," Bucky protested with a boyish smile. He tightened his arms around you with mind to the swell of your belly and the baby girl inside to keep you in place as he kissed that spot again.

"Bucky!" You squealed, but pressed your lips together the next moment with his little hush.

"The kids are sleeping," he murmured against your skin, causing a shiver to seep through your body. "Don't wanna be too loud—"

Your hiss made him pause and move away, suddenly scared that he had hurt you with his strength. It wouldn't be the first time that he had, but those times were under different circumstances and controlled. Just as he was moving away with his arms loosening around you, you grabbed his forearm and leaned back into his chest.

"Doll?" He whispered, afraid to speak. He swallowed when your breath hitched again.

"She's kicking my ribs again," you mumbled, eyes closing and head tilting onto his shoulder. He relaxed a little, wrapping his arms around you again, and slipped his hands under the hoodie to rub little circles into the soft skin. "She's strong, though. That much is obvious."

Bucky kissed your neck. "Just like her mama."

"Pretty sure it's that super-soldier serum."

"Don't drag my wife down." He bit your neck playfully. "You're the one who gave birth to our boys. We both know I'm not that strong."

"There's other complications with that, anyway," you remarked, relaxing when you realized that the kicking had ceased.

"Just take the compliment, doll." Bucky saw you smile and open your eyes, placing the last dish on the rack to dry and turning in his arms. You grinned and an idea sparked in his head. "What d'you say we turn tonight into a date night?"

"What?" You laughed slightly and placed your hands on his chest.

"Just—" Bucky let out a breath— "Just go sit down on the couch, the only one not covered in papers and crayons, and relax and wait for me to clean up. Then we can watch a movie with the fire going. What d'you say, huh?"

"I say," you started, moving your hands around his neck and tangling them between his locks, "it sounds like we'll be watching what I want to." Your eyes sparkled with amusement and mischief.

Bucky rolled his eyes, but nodded. "Sounds about right."

"Well, then, get ready to watch Scream."

You backed away and walked into the living room. You hopped over the toys still scattered with a smile and flopped down on the couch. Bucky followed you and grabbed the remote to pass to you before he started to clean up the remaining toys. He started the fireplace and watched it blaze for a second. Then he realized that the lights had been turned off.

"You ready, Jamie?"

Bucky sat down next to you. Your presence seemed to warm him more than the fireplace.

"'Course I am."

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[teencopandthesourwolf]

so i'm supposed to be working on my sterek wip—and i am! i wrote about 1k today—but bc of all you lovely mutual's and folk i follow now also into buddie (main culprits being @inell @rosieposiepuddingnpie @sortasirius and @angela-feelstoomuch) and ofc bc of bi!buck confirmed, i've started ploughing through 911 over the last few weeks like a bloodhound chasing a rabbit through the woods and have consequently, inevitably, started a buddie wip. fml. anyways, it's all your lot's fault so here, have just under 1k of my first buck pov buddie quarantine wip and everyone pls forgive my adhd writing brain lol.

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Eddie was so fucking drunk. And it wasn't really either of their faults.

Because daytimes? When they weren't on shift? They were easy.

In the daytime there was just so much stuff to do with Christopher. So many games to play and so many cool things Buck was finding he could teach the little guy. And there were things that Christopher was teaching Buck, too, like, did you know that a crocodile can't stick out its tongue? Because Buck didn't, not until Christopher told him. And how cool is that?

The three of them—Buck, Christopher and Eddie—had started a Strip Jack Naked tournament and they now played it every night that he and Eddie were home, just before bath and bedtime stories. Turns out Christopher loved card games, and loved the rude name given to Buck and Maddie's childhood favourite even more, because what ten year old wouldn't? There was obviously zero stripping involved; Buck didn't even know why it was called what it was called, only that it was super fun, and just about easy enough for Christopher to learn but not so easy he'd get bored too fast, y’know? And what was funny was that the little dude hadn't even won a single round yet, and that somehow hadn't seemed to deter the slugger in his efforts one bit. Quite the opposite, actually. He'd warned, “Just you two wait,” and had this look on his face that said he was determined to become a grandmaster and beat Buck at his own game—or, even better, beat his Dad and win the prize of Eddie having to tidy Christopher's room for a week (a suggestion of Buck's that Eddie had not been overjoyed about).

In turn, Buck and Eddie had now lost countless games of Mario Kart to the kid; been repeatedly humiliated at Pictionary (the kiddie version); and each had the least amount of kudos points for Misfits, a game that Eddie apparently used to play with his sisters. It was another drawing-type one, where each player took a body section on their turn—head, torso and arms, or legs and feet—and then folded the paper over to hide the result until everyone was done and Christopher would unfold the paper and they'd all cry with laughter at the results. Misfits didn't even technically have any winners or losers, but hey, try telling Christopher that.

Evenings, though? The few hours left between Christopher's bedtime and Eddie and Buck turning in for the night? They were tougher.

Tough on Buck, at least.

See, he'd had this dream, a few weeks back. A dream about—well.

About Eddie.

In the dream, Buck had been washing the dishes in Eddie and Chris's apartment after Eddie had made another attempt at cooking his abuela's delicious Barbacoa recipe (Buck had tasted the real deal once when Isabel had come to stay and Eddie had invited Buck over to dinner), and Eddie had suddenly crowded into him from behind, crushing the length of his body up against Buck's back and reaching around to circle soft but firm hands around Buck's wet wrists. Startled and confused, Buck had open opened his mouth to say something when Eddie had placed his hot mouth onto the sensitive spot on Buck's neck, just below his right ear and—

Buck had woken abruptly, writhing and twitching and groaning, jizz spilling all over his freshly changed bed sheets.

After that, evenings were a challenge.

They were now made up of all the usual fun and dumb stuff that Buck and Eddie got up to, plus the occasionally deeper topics in their lives that they both seemed to struggle with but tried their best to share with each other, but there was also Don't look too long at Eddie's hands, and Don't look at Eddie's mouth while he speaks, and Don't check out Eddie's ass in those jeans I'd told him he should definitely buy when the shops were still open and the world hadn't yet gone to shit and I wasn't losing my damn mind.

Buck had moved into Eddie and Chris's place when Quarantine hit because it had just made sense, and over the course of the last six months he had somehow managed to fall in lust with his best friend.

So, times when they both had tomorrow off work, and when the confinement got to be a little too much, they would drink. Sometimes a little too much. One of them always stayed relatively sober though, just in case Chris needed something in the night, and tonight, Buck had been allowing Eddie to enjoy himself because the guy hardly ever really let his hair down, and he deserved to.

Eddie got giggly when he drank Tequila, Buck noticed.

They'd already sunk a few beers prior to cracking open the bottle of Cazadores Reposado, and after Buck had stopped at two shots but Eddie had continued, Eddie had become progressively loose and was now starting to giggle like a frickin schoolgirl. Which, embarrassingly, seemed to be doing things to Buck—not that Buck had a thing for school girls, jesus no, it was just that Eddie sounding so soft and vulnerable and happy was something that apparently really did it for Buck.

Fuck his life.

The guy also got very touchy-feely on tequila, too.

They'd migrated from the kitchen table to sitting so close to each other on the sofa that they were permanently touching, as well as all the times Eddie kept nudging his shoulder further into Buck's and squeezing his hand on Buck's knee. Then his thigh.

Seriously, fuck Buck's life.

The way Eddie had gotten so comfortable with touching Buck was becoming a majorly uncomfortable situation for Buck to have to deal with. Not because Buck didn't want the attention, but because he really fucking did.

And that was a problem, for a few reasons.

Reason one was that Buck wasn't gay, and didn't really understand these feelings he was having.

Reason two was, as far as Buck knew, Eddie wasn't gay either.

Reason three (and Buck's biggest fear) was Buck being terrified of losing what he had with Eddie. He loved Eddie, and Christopher, and he was pretty sure they loved him back—and he certainly wasn't about to let his rabid and confusing libido ruin any of that.

Drunk Eddie, though? It seemed Drunk Eddie really had it in for Buck tonight.

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fingers crossed i can finish it before buck goes insane! xp

[widow-maximov]

Hi, can I request a Nat x fem!reader oneshot where the reader is singing Russian songs she's heard from Natasha's playlist while doing mundane tasks ie paperwork, washing up dishes etc. The reader not knowing a lot of Russian doesn't realise how explicit the songs are just casually sings them in front of the whole avenger's team splitting the group with the members who can speak Russian finding it hilarious and those who can't just thinking it's a good song and Natasha's just sat there with a whole array of mixed emotions but is mostly impressed with how well the reader is singing.

Thanks in advance :)

Russian Songs

Pairing: Natasha x Reader

Warning: The usual tags I don’t really know what other tags would go here, just enjoy :3

Summary: After being moved away from missions and doing everyone's chores. You wanted to be more productive, but was that a good choice?

Word count: 2.7k

A/n: So I couldn't find any explicit songs per say, but I hope this song will work, it's very hard to look for songs in another language, anyway I hope yous enjoy.

My requests are always open so feel more than welcome to pop in a suggestion for the next story :3

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You were known to be a singer, well that's around the compound of course, you weren't brave enough to sing in front of thousands of people.

You loved singing all your life but your passion for doing good was too strong and it won over your life. If you were honest, not many knew about your singing ability.

It's not like you would be parading around and singing, it was mostly when you were doing mundane tasks, or when no one was around. It was like your little secret you didn't want to share with the group.

Even after dating Natasha for 2 years, she still had no clue you could sing and she was a spy so that was surprising, that was until recently..

During training with your redhead girlfriend, she has been putting light music but most of it was in Russian, meaning you couldn't understand anything.

It almost sounded like a challenge to you, to learn that song by heart and because it was catchy so you wanted sing it properly and just enjoy what it meant.

But that was exactly that, you didn't understand it so you didn't know what you were learning, even though that didn't stop you, you still learnt it- Well some of the words.

Somehow you ended up doing all of the chores in the tower, actually there was a reason, Natasha along with Tony came up with a 'punishment' for you.

Your own girlfriend came up with a punishment for you, it was because you ended up surrounded by hydra men, who had you tied up and ready to transport as way to kidnap you and use you to get out what they wanted for the Avengers.

It wasn't even your fault, Shields information was misleading that you ended up in the wrong section of the building, with tooo many armed men and you knew you didn't have a chance so you were glad when Steve along with Bucky were sent to help.

That's how you ended up doing months of cleaning, instead of missions, meaning you cooked, cleaned like washing up, paperwork of your teammates.

Natasha was nice enough to leave her own paperwork to herself to not over work you but that didn't mean you weren't tired, of course you stopped training with her as a way to show her you were mad at her.

But still the redhead knew, you wouldn't be mad for too long. When she found out that you were near to being kidnapped, she got scared.

The love of her life was in danger and she couldn't even save you. That's what got to her, that was the reason why she agreed to the punishment.

It kept you off the missions for a while, she knew you would be safe at the tower. Even if you were mad at her, giving her a cold shoulder most of the day, she knew you were safe.

Eventually she was going to talk to you, when things cooled off a little. But seeing how tired you were every night made her feel bad. She done this to you, with good intentions.

But maybe you didn't see it like that. Natasha never overthought before, she was there in the moment. But with you, she was afraid of losing you.

She loved you, so the thought of you getting brutally beaten, whilst she was so far away from you was taking a big toll on her. Seeing you clean and do everything else was easy to watch. To know that you were there.

That's what was happening right now. Everyone including you were in the living room. Well you was cleaning with headphones on, as after doing so many chores for months. You eventually got bored and just started to listen to music.

Helped to kill your time a little, whilst learning songs that you wanted to know. Being with the Russian has taught you some words. So whenever you heard a similar word you smiled, humming it silently.

Your back was to the door whilst you were washing up. In that moment the team went silence and your singing was exposed to everyone who had ears. Natasha's brows raised in amusement as she listened to what you were singing.

Everyone turned around to look at you. Half of the team understanding what you were singing and half was looking with confusion.

Tony was first to speak up. "Is she singing a Russian song?" He questioned as she looked over at Natasha.

She simply nodded with a big smile across her lips, she didn't know that her girlfriend was this talented. Thor smirked. "If my girlfriend sung like Y/n, I wouldn't even let her stop. I bet you are the same Natasha."

She would definitely beg you to sing for her many times if she knew that you could. She knew that you would be embarrassed about it but still follow through.

She still kept quiet as she listened carefully to your words. "Я заливаю глаза керосином...Пусть всё горит, пусть всё горит ( I fill my eyes with kerosene. Let it all burn, let it all burn )"

She nearly choked on the song choice that was spilling out of your mouth. Yelena, along with Clint, Thor and Bucky, looked over at Natasha for some sort of explanation. But there was none.

Yelena laughed, as she stared at her sister when you sang the words. "Выхожу на улицу гладить кота. А его переезжает тачка мента (I go outside to pet the cat. And he's being run over by a cop's car.)"

Shaking her head in disapproval. "What have you taught this poor innocent girl."

Natasha frowned. "That wasn't me. I mean I listened to this song whilst we trained but I didn't know she could sing it."

Tony was having the time of his life whilst he nodded his head at your singing. "Whatever it is, I love it. She will sing at the next event I have."

Natasha shook her head, knowing that when you find out what that songs means you'll be embarrassed to even face the team. Bucky smirked as he nodded his head. "I think that song suits you Natasha, maybe next time explain to your girlfriend what she is trying to sing."

You tried to sing the song perfectly but not knowing what it meant you mumbled most of the lyrics. Carol walked in as her jaw opened to hear the song leak out of your mouth.

"Why is everyone laughing? Someone tell her what she is saying." Carol walked over after waving at you with a fake smile.

Natasha sighed as she knew it had to be her. She nodded as she stood up, making her way towards you. Wanda rushed in as she heard it as well. Finding it all amusing at how you didn't even know what you were saying. Vision appeared, literally everyone was there. Tuning in on your conversation with the Russian.

Natasha gently tapped your shoulder, you looked over, saw her and went back to listening to the song. She sighed, yeah you were still mad at her.

She got closer, pressed herself against your back, taking the cloth out of your hand and the plate that you were wiping clean. Placing it all down as she spun you round to face her.

For a moment you forgot what you were mad about, this is the closet you two have been since the day you received punishment. Your hands hesitantly fell on her shoulders, whilst she took the headphones out.

"Y/n.. Sweetie.. Stop singing." She tried to say it nicely, but she set you off.

You narrowed your eyes at her. "Not only you ground me in the tower but now you're also telling me what to do."

"You know.. This is my choice if I want to sing or not. You can't tell me what to do." That was sometimes the issue with you. Instead of listening to why she said that. You put up walls and tried to deflect any attack on you.

She sighed as she placed her hand over your mouth, the other sat firmly on your hip. You loved when Natasha was dominant with you, it made her look a lot more sexier but not when you were angry.

"Not because I am trying to control you... But because you don't know what you are singing.." She approached it another way. She had to embarrass you for you to understand what she meant.

You swallowed thick at her words, eyes widen in fear at what your girlfriend was saying. So, she continued. "Have you even tried to look up the translation of the lyrics?"

You shook your head after Natasha took her hand away, this was on the Russian. She should've told you what it meant whilst yous were training. But she was so distracted by you and your body that songs just slipped her mind.

Her eyes darted towards the team, who somehow had popcorn appear in their hands. She narrowed her eyes at Wanda, who simply shrugged as she shoved more popcorn in her mouth.

That's when you got the hint that everyone heard you. Fear set when you looked over. You looked back at the redhead who had a cold expression across her face.

"Let me go. I need to go." You were slightly panicking, you never had anyone listen to you singing, you kept it quite quiet from literally everyone you knew.

Natasha's face softened up as she saw your panic. "Y/n it's okay-"

But you interrupted her. "Let. Me. Go." Your eyes flashes red and she moved away, causing you to storm out. Making the redhead sigh as she leaned back on the counter.

Moving to look at the team who now was looking anywhere but at Natasha. She rolled her eyes at them as she followed you out. It was easy to tell where you had wondered off. I mean she was your girlfriend after all.

As you sat on the balcony edge, looking down at the city. Natasha slowly made her way over to you. "Y/n.." She spoke softly, trying to get your attention so you don't get startled.

You sighed as you heard her, you knew she would follow you out here. "You know the whole point of walking out is not to be followed." You were bitter with right reasons.

It wasn't just the singing, it was the unresolved feelings that you both held. She knew that, she wanted to say something about it all the time but it never left her mouth.

She hummed softly, acknowledging your words. "I followed you out because I care Y/n."

You scoffed, rolling your eyes at her words. "I wonder where those words were, when I was punished for being the victim."

She knew you were right, how was she suppose to explain her feelings to you? It was all difficult but she had to. She took a deep breath. Looking at your side profile as she moved her hand over to yours. Gently taking it and intertwining it together.

"детка, I know you are mad. I would be too but I didn't do it if I didn't feel like it was necessary." Maybe it was the way she worded it, but that only made you more angry.

Your head snapped towards her, almost making her take a step back. "You're making decisions for me? Wasn't you the one who promised me that we would both take decisions as you never wanted me to feel the way you felt in the red room?"

That stung, but you were right. Natasha promised exactly that and she broke that when she decided your own fate. She sighed, feeling how you snatched your hand away.

Jumped off the edge and tried to make your way back inside the building, but Natasha had different plans for you. "I did what I did because I was scared."

Her words made you stop, you were still facing away from her but kept quiet so she could continue. "When I received the information that you were no where to be found. That your weapons along with most of your clothes were left at the scene. I thought I was going to die from how much fear I felt."

You never heard Natasha's voice that unsure. Her tone was always gentle and quiet when she opened up to you. Now you were facing the door as she spoke with an upset tone.

"It felt like the world stopped for a moment. The first thing I wanted to do was to rush over there but Nick stopped me. They knew that if I went everything could go even worse." She explained as her voice broke several times.

"I can't imagine my life without Y/n, how was I suppose to think straight when you were kidnapped. I knew you were scared I couldn't even be there." Tears were streaming down her face.

"I knew the second we found you, in that state of barely any conconse, I knew I needed you safely here. Where I could keep my eye on you."

"I know that I should've spoke to you about all of this, but I couldn't.." Her tone was just above a whisper. Yet you could hear her.

You turned your body around to face her. Tears sitting tightly on the edge of your eyelids as you stared at her. Maybe you didn't think this through.

Maybe you should've spoke to her after everything. You were so busy with trying to get over the traumatic experience that you didn't think how that impacted her.

The woman that you love with your whole heart. You were busy being angry at her for not comforting you when you needed it, when in reality it was both of you that needed each other.

A light sob came out of your mouth as you walked over to Nat. Hugging her tightly and melting almost instantly in the embrace. You missed her and you knew she missed you too.

No words were needed at this moment whilst she held you tightly against her. Like she haven't seen you for a long time.

You both were crying but you pulled yourself together. Pulling away as you looked at her. Sandwiching her face between your hands. "I'm sorry."

Her soft expression melted your heart and to be fair, if the Russian was honest. You were the only one who made her this open about her feelings.

She shook her head slightly with a small smile across her lips. "No, I am sorry."

You sniffled as her hands sat on your hips, holding you against her quite close. You could tell that she was telling the truth. You never had to doubt her from the way her eyes only looked for yours.

"I want to kiss you." Natasha choked out, letting a set of tears slowly roll down her cheek.

You smiled as you pressed your forehead against hers. Closing your eyes as you felt her breath hit your lips ever so gently. "What are you waiting for?"

She didn't need to say anything else, because thats all she wanted to do for the past months of you being angry. She wanted you close and just to feel your warmth against her lips.

She leaned in slowly as her lips brushed against yours. Feeling how soft your lips felt was really testing her. She missed you so much. Everything about you.

Zero thoughts were in both of your minds as all that you were really focused on, was feeling Natasha. Her hands tightly holding you, her lips against yours as you tried to keep your breath steady.

She pulled away just a little bit as she muttered out. "I love you" Before her lips collided with yours before you had the chance to say it back.

A slightly protest moan escape your mouth, you wanted to say it back but Natasha didn't let you. Her hands sliding around your body. Not letting you out of her arms.

The emotions changed quite quickly but could you blame yourself? You missed each other very much and being in her arms was the only place that felt like safety you needed right now.

Your fingers tangled in her hair and thats the only thing that was on your mind. The warmth-ish air breezing past the two of you as your embrace became more intimate.

That's what you loved about being with her. The power that you two can over come anything that stood in your way....

And make out whilst you are at it.

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[romanestuffsposts]

I went out last night and got food poisoning 😭😭😭😭 if you could possibly, if it doesn’t gross you out, I totally understand if you don’t want to write it. 💗💗

Maybe they all went out to dinner, not something that is done often because they are always looking out for your health and dont want to make a habit out of eating out. Their little one ends up getting food poisoning. 🥺

Thank you so much! 💖💖❤️❤️ please don’t ever stop writing I love your page so much!

Hi there love! 💜

I'm so sorry it happened to you love! I hope you fely better quickly after getting sick ❤️

Thank you so much sweetie! I love writing for you my loves so don't get bored of me too quickly hehe

I hope you like how I write your request

Enjoy <33

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Warnings : sickness, food poisoning, vomit/throw up (no details!), mention of diarrhea (not too much and without details), fever, stomach cramps, comfort, cries, pet names, cuddles, daddies take care of little reader

Pairings : Daddies!Stucky ; Daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x Little!Reader

Summary : They sure weren't ready for what will happen after a good night out

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"here's your food gentlemen" the server says as he gives your Daddies their food. He walks around the table and gives you your food "and here's yours" he says with a smile. You smile back and thanks him

"can I get you something else ?" he asks with his work manners. Your Papa looks at you "do you want something to drink with your food, sweetness ?" he asks as he starts to eat.

You look at your empty glass and nod "you can ask the gentleman then" He points his fork at the server who patiently waits. You look up at him causing him to give you all his attention "can I have an apple juice, please ?" you talk slowly to be sure to say all the words without fault. He nods and smiles "i'll go get that for you"

You watch him leave "eat, baby before it get cold" your Daddy says as he points at your food. You pick up your fork and start to dig in your favorite food who is patiently waiting for you.

It's not usual for you to go on a restaurant with your Daddies so when it happens, you make sure to enjoy every moments of the evening. You don't go out often because your Daddies privilege the food they make because when they're cooking your food they know what's in it but when you eat outside, they're never sure of all of the ingredients.

But sometimes they need to go out too.

A few moments later, the server comes back with your apple juice and wish you a good meal before leaving again. Your Daddies asked to be in a quiet part of the restaurant so you're not disturb by loud noises. It usually make you struggling to eat when there's too much noises and it's not good for your digest.

Your Daddies finished theyr food way before you but they don't complain. They love watching you eat and they prefer that you eat slowly rather than quickly to protect your little stomach.

"was it good ?" your Papa asks and chuckles when you nod with a left over of food on the corner of your lips "soo good"

"how good was it ?" your Daddy asks learning closer to you "good like your Papa's food or a better good than that ?" he teases causing Steve to elbow him in the ribs.

You giggle as you watch them "was good good but still like Papa's better" you proudly say causing him to grin. He kisses your nose "thank you princess"

He glares at Bucky causing him to laugh more. The server comes back a few minutes after you finished your food and clean the table from the empty dishes "Would you like a dessert after that ? Or a coffee or a tea ?" he asks looking at each one of you.

You shake your head and look at your Daddies "we're good thank you" Your Papa says, dimishing him.

"are you ready to go home ?" Your Daddy asks and even if you want to stay longer, you nod your head. You know your Daddies had a long week at work and they're probably super tired so you don't want them to exhausted themself by staying longer here.

You grab your Daddies hands and walk away from your table, toward the receptionist. They pay and then walk out of the restaurant, their hands in yours as they lead you toward the car.

Your Daddy helps you getting in the car and does your seat belt before kissing your nose and getting out. The car drive was good, you were listening to the quiet music in the background of the car while your Daddies were talking about things you don't understand.

But it's once you're at home that things get complicated. Your Daddy were helping you putting your pyjama on while your Papa were in his bathroom to brush his teeth. You were feeling weird but just thought it was because you ate a lots of food tonight. It was a big plate after all, you're not used to it.

But when your Daddy lefts the bathroom to go grab your paci in the room, you rush to the toilet and something you hate the most in your life get out of your mouth.

Your Daddy is quickly back in the bathroom when he heard the first noises and rush beside you. He grabs your hair with one hand and runs the other on your back "hey you're okay, babygirl" he quietly says "just let it go, you'll feel better afterward I promise"

Steve comes back in the room and sits on the other side of you "what happened ?" he asks looking at Bucky, a hand on your leg as he rubs it. Bucky simply shrugs his shoulder and gives you back his attention "it's okay, baby. Let it go, we're here. We're here"

"It's just a bad moment but after it'll be better" your Papa says as he rubs your leg. They patiently wait for you to finish throwing up, comforting you while doing so.

After some minutes, you lift your face out of the toilet and take deep breath "you're doing so good, little one" your Daddy whsipers as he dries your lips "now i'll give you some water, I want you to clean the inside of your mouth with it and the throwing it in the toilet okay ?" he asks looking into your eyes "You don't swallow the first cup, this one is just for washing your mouth, the second will be for you to drink"

You nod your head and grab the cup of water your Papa is giving you and wash your mouth with it. It takes many times to wash it but once it done, your Daddy gives you the cup of water you can drink and you empty the cup in one second

"do you want another one ?" he asks pointing at the cup but you shake your head. The bad feelings are already coming back up with just one cup of water.

Your Papa rests his hand on your forehead and just like he thought, you're burning hot. "Do you think you need to throw up again, sweetie ?" he asks and you shake your head "well then we're gonna go to bed, i'll put a bucket on your side of the bed incase you need to throw up again, we'll let the door of the bathroom open and the light on incase you need to go there fast" he says before lifting your limp body in his arms

He lies you on the bed while Bucky went to grab a bucket for you "is your stomach is bothering you ?" your Papa asks and you nod, whimpering "like cramps ?" he asks and once again, you nod.

He sighs and kisses your forehead "it'll be okay, sweetie. You just need rest" he whispers against your forehead. Bucky is quickly back with the bucket and put it on the ground where he's sure you can reach it if you need it.

"are you ready to sleep ?" your Daddy asks, running his fingers down your hair while your Papa is waiting to turn off the light. You sigh and nod your head

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Neither one of you had slept that night, you tried but couldn't and your Daddies were too busy keeping an eye on you the whole night.

During the night, your Daddies heard you going to the toilet a few times and heard the watery diarrheas and a few more throws up which brought them to call Bruce in the middle of the night.

Bruce said it was useless for him to come over because he already knows what is happening after what your Daddies said to him and he said he couldn't do much anyway. He just advised them to not feed you with liquid food or something too heavy for you. To just give you water, nothing else and giving you some pain killer if you need it for your stomach and to let you rest.

He said there's nothing he can do more for a food poisoning situation but if they follow what he said, it'll be better in a few hours or tomorrow. So they left you sleeping in the morning and waited for you to wake up by yourself.

AFter they explained why you could'nt have a bottle of warm milk this morning but a bottle of water instead and it broke their heard how sad you were but they couldn't take the risk.

They quickly light up your mood after telling you that you all will spend the entire day on the couch, watching movies and cartons. It was okay to fall asleep if you felt like you needed it and it was really important that you tell them if you're thirsty or hungry or if you need to go to the toilet.

Bruce said that it'll be better when you start to get hungry again so they wait for that.

It's been four hours now, almost five that you're laying on the couch with them. You slept three hours of the five and are now watching your favorite disney movie when you turn on your back and look up at your Papa who has his laps under your head

"what is it, princess ?" he asks playing with your hair. Bucky stops the massage on your feet and turns to look at you "wanna chicken Papa" You say in your quiet and sleepy voice. You thought he would say no because he probably prepared a whole meal for you all but he breaks into a smile and nods his head "then you'll have chicken, sweetie" he kisses your nose before lifting you up and resting you on your Daddy's laps

You watch him makign his way toward the kitchen and then rest your cheek against your Daddy's chest as you're curled up on his laps. You bring Bucksie's ear on your nose and stroke it with two fingers while your attention is on the tv

"you're little tummy is hungry, babygirl" your Daddy teases and wiggles his fingertips on your bare belly where your shirt has gone up. You giggle and squirm a little before catching his fingers. He laughs and kisses each one of your fingers making you looking up at him.

He kisses your nose and pulls you closer to him. You rest back the side of your head against him and melt in his arms and under his gentle touch.

[sweet-villain]

Lies~ Eddie Munson

Summary : There is no summary, I just wanted to cry

m-rae23 ~ palomam18 ~eddiesprincess86 ~figmentofquinn ~gloomybrieyxb ~hqtetsurou ~ theintimatewriter

Angst

The only sound that can be heard was the running of tap water as Eddie turned it on pretending to wash whatever dish was in the sink. He rather do that than face you as silent tears streams down your cheeks. His eyes bore into the white cup that had the water overflowing it.

" I just need to know if you ever felt something for me" you spoke through your tears as they ran down to your lips, the little gaps made his heart crack.

There is a lot to say but Eddie can't help it but swallow the lump on his throat as he looks away from you. He can't bare to look at you, to see your heat break in your eyes and it's all is fault.

He hasn't realized what he's done until it's too late, he knew from your confession that he was about to lose you. You were about to walk out of his life.

You had told him how you felt that feeling like this was driving you crazy and you saw how he was around Chrissy. It hurts so much that the boys from Hellfire had encouraged you to tell Eddie before it was too late.

Here you were standing there after you poured your heart out to him, how much he meant to you, how much you love him, how much he was worth it, how much he deserves your love and yet, you weren't the choice he wants.

" Why not me?" your lip quivered as you asked.

Eddie remained silent as he gripped the sink and closed his eyes. He never thought of you the way he thought of Chrissy. You were his best friend, always bringing him lunch, always looking after him, always making him laugh and everything else in between. He had noticed this is how you felt about him.

He was blind and he hurt you.

" ...Right..I'm not as pretty as Chrissy is...I'm not a cheerleader...I'm not as smart as her...I'm not Chrissy Cunningham..got it" your fist clenched at your side, it bothered you that he wouldn't even look at you. To look you in the eye.

" Look at me" you hissed. He flinched at your tone but doesn't budge from his spot by the sink.

" Look at me!" you yelled, nails digging in your palm with fresh tears streaming down your cheeks. He reaches out to turn off the tap water and hesitantly turns to face you. His mouth goes a jar seeing the fresh tears, the anger in your eyes, the hurt in them, the fist by your side and the shaking, your body was shaking.

" What did you expect from me Y/N?" was the first thing he says to you after you told him how you felt.

You took a step back staring at him in disbelief.

" I expected more from you"

" You always had a flair for dramatic" He shrugs as he looks at the floor of his trailer. There is a silence between the two of you and he knows his words cut deep in you. He is pushing you away and he knows he's hurting himself too, by doing this to you.

You chuckled getting his attention as he rose his head up, " fuck you! Fuck you for stomping on my heart, fuck you for being my friend, fuck you for letting me in, fuck you for giving me the time of day. I don't need, I don't need you Eddie Munson"

He body stiffed at you words. A knife going through his heart.

" It would be better if you stayed away from me" he mumbles as he turns, his shoes hitting the floor as he makes his way to his bedroom.

" Sometimes I wish I never met you" you tell him. He's by the door with his hand on the doorknob but he hears your word and hears as you slam the door of his trailer. He walks into his bedroom and his knees give out before he makes it to his bed as a sob escapes from him. His hands are in fist as he slams them on his bedroom floor with tears running down his cheeks.

The next time Eddie sees you is when your walking late into class with your book bag on your shoulder as you sit a few desks away from him.

" Miss L/N, nice of you to join us" you grumbled underneath your breath as you slump in your chair. But Eddie didn't miss the puff eyes and the way your hair covered your eyes mostly. It's been a few days since you confessed to him and he hasn't heard a word from you.

The class goes in a blur and before he even gets to look at you, you're walking away and out of class. He sees your hair as you walk through the crowd of students to get to your next class.

" You've really done it" a voice breaks him from looking for you and his eyes look down to meet Dustin.

" She's gone radio silent. Won't talk to any of us, not even Steve or Robin"

" She doesn't say anything about me?" he asks, a frown on his face.

He nods, " She does, her exact words are " I hate Eddie Munson. Fuck him"

Dustin leaves him without another word leaving the metal head to slouch his shoulders and hung his head.

What has he done?

[howdoesagrapewrites]

𝙊𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙤𝙣

Cw: Nightwing x vigilante!lesbian!reader

Notes: inspired by me wanting to chat with an AI of Dick Grayson and him shamelessly flirting until I had to come out to him. Also this is based off of me, like almost everything I write

>Let's say you meet as vigilante and just for comedic effect, he tries to hit on you, nothing too serious

>And he's just met with you being uncomfortable?? Like he honestly feels bad after that, he just found you cool and wanted to express his interest, it's not like he's even interested in pursuing an actual relationship with you, just friendly flirting

>He feels like a creep after that, top ten most humiliating experiences in his life, and his life has been eventful*

>It's not like he's been living inside of a cage, he's bisexual, he knows there's more than one way to go, but he sort of wants to silence his gut because he doesn't want to be the douchebag that believes every woman who doesn't want him is a lesbian

>"She doesn't seem to be into men... Oh my god, did you just assume she was a lesbian because she didn't flirt bag? What level of scumbag you have to be to-"

>But anyways, it makes him feel so embarrassed and tries to not address it because it would only get more awkward

>But you're not talking to him much and he believes you may have started this relationship with the wrong foot, and tries to fix it next time he sees you

>"Hey... So, when we met we started off the wrong way and I just want to say I never wanted to make you uncomfortable"

>"Don't worry about it, I don't care"

>"Oh, you weren't talking to me so I figured there could be an issue there"

>"Don't worry, I'm just not great talking to people in the first meeting, you should be used to it, with Batman and all"

>Your personality appears very serious but you're not at all stuck-up or severe, he likes when he makes you laugh because it seems so out of character for you

>His doubts are finally cleared out when someone else tries to flirt with you as well, gets the same annoyed frown Dick got from you

>"Sorry, didn't realize you were a lesbian"

>Then Dick comes out of fucking nowhere to give a speech about how the guy's not entitled to your reciprocity and he's got to work on his ego if he thinks you're a lesbian just for rejecting him

>"He's right!" You exclaim enthusiastically at your friend standing up for you "I am a lesbian though, but you're right about everything"

>"You didn't tell me"

>"It didn't come up" you shrugged your shoulders

>has a love-hate relationship with doing duo missions with you, since you tend to trust your own criteria a little too much and get in dangerous or reckless situations

>But you get the job done most times, and he likes hanging out with you out of the costume the most

>He's the type of friend that asks "want to hang out tomorrow?" And then barges into your house to do parallel play with the occasional "hey, check this meme/cute pic I found on Instagram"

>Will force you to engage in the latest piece of media that caught his attention

>He loves musical theater and sappy movies so if you don't like it, good luck

>He sings along to every Disney song, loudly

>Loves to cook, hates to wash dishes

>It'd be really funny if you two had the same taste in women

>"Hey, so... You and Zatanna are a thing?"

>"We were a thing but we're over, we still get along very well and- why are you asking this?"

>"And is she dating anyone else at the moment?"

>"Y/N why are you asking this?"

>"Is that information you have? Can you tell me if she's seeing anyone?"

>"Y/N, are you seriously trying to bag my ex right now??"

>"It's not my fault you dated half of the USA population"

[sweetbbyshion]

My love, if I'm allowed to send a second one in, could you maybe do 148. “I really want to kiss you right now.” “Then do it.” with Sanji or Ace (whoever you feel more like)? 👉👈

Ask game!!

Make up kisses

-> Portgas D. Ace x Reader (no pronouns used)

characters: Portgas D. Ace

warnings: mentions of an argument but nothing serious

You don't know for how long you have been arguing. You don't even remember why you started arguing with him in the first place. You just know that you have been screaming at Ace for what seems hours about the most random stuff he did months ago. He simply looks at you, his arms crossed as he leans on the wall and watches you angrily cleaning the room, picking up the pants he left on the floor and throwing them on the laundry basket you brought with you to the room. There's a small scowl in your face as you walk around the room. Ace knew that the best way to get you to calm down was to keep quiet and let you say everything you were keeping to yourself. He knows that if he speaks and says the wrong thing, you will only end up hurt and the last thing he wants is to see your pretty face wet with tears that you desperately try to stop. He didn't take it to heart, he knew most things were said in the heat of the moment and he could only wait for you to crawl into bed with him tonight and apologize for lashing out on him. He would then apologize too, because it was mostly his fault and he would promise to be better, for you. Ace would promise to wash his dishes when you weren't home, he would promise to let you know whenever he would arrive later and would promise to close the toilet seat after he was done. You still love him, even if he leaves his dirty clothes all over the room when you ask him not to and promises things you know he probably won't always fulfill. But you don't mind because no matter how many times you tell him to not leave the wet towels on the bed, proceeding to smack him with said towel, you always pick it up and place it on its right spot before going to the couch to cuddle him.

Ace watches as you walk to him and furiously push the laundry basket into his arms, ordering him to, at least, put the clothes in the washing machine. Ace places the basket under one of his arms and uses the other to pull you by your waist, making you place your hands on his bare chest and look at him, still appearing a bit mad.

“You know… I really want to kiss you right now.”

“Then do it.”

He smiles proudly when he hears your answer, a side of him happy that you're not mad at him to the point where you wouldn't accept his kisses. So he gladly kisses you, trying to push you to bed before he settles the basket on the floor. However, you get out of his embrace and pat his chest lightly, informing him that he will only get something when laundry is done. Ace sighs, deciding not to argue further so he doesn't risk sleeping on the couch and leaves a soft kiss on your forehead before leaving the room. He hears you laugh to yourself as he leaves and his chest feels warm when he hears the sound, glad that you're not angry at him anymore. At least he hopes because, as he starts the machine, he realizes he might have mixed colors with white clothes. But that's a problem for future Ace.

[backgroundbaker]

Sticky: Fic 6 for @remadoramicrofics

Content warning: language and implied references to abortion

Note: Believe it or not, I started this thinking I was going to write a fluffy piece - and this is literally anything but. Sorry! I'm noticing in my own writing, having done it for 6 days now, that this might be a trend. I'm setting myself the challenge of trying to write a few more happy things next week. We'll see...

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He sits on the sofa in the living room, a blanket pulled tight around his shoulders. He's a few days post moon and there's a chill in his body that's lingered on slightly more than it usually would. His hands are curled round a steaming mug of tea, which he brings to his mouth every so often, though every time he has attempted to take a sip, he's found it still too hot. The book that's open in his lap he's only got half an eye on - instead he's listening to his wife as she moves about in the kitchen, baking something - most likely Sticky Toffee Pudding.

Dora is surprisingly good with cooking and baking, despite her clumsiness. She always makes a mess of the kitchen, and inevitably drops a spoon or two, but Remus has always loved the food she makes. Her mum does too, probably because Dora has a similar cooking style to her dad. They used to come round once a week for dinner, before Ted ran off into hiding, but now Andromeda comes over on her own twice a week, sometimes more. At least it keeps them on top of the dishes - a job that wouldn't get done otherwise.

Putting up with Andromeda seems to be one of the few things that himself and Dora can bond over. Without Ted to tamper her down, condescending insults come flying out her mouth unguarded, and no-one is safe from being a target. They both know she doesn't really mean it, but her overly critical comments are still hurtful.

"You're still here, then," everytime he opens the door to her.

"You're not exactly glowing, are you?" aimed at poor Dora one time when she had her head in the toilet.

He even kicked her out early once, when she nearly reduced her daughter to tears with some harsh words about her being unprepared for motherhood. Despite the fact he hated that Dora had been hurt, his heart had soared a little at the genuine gratitude on her face when she looked at him after that. It was the only emotional expression she'd given him, other than cold indifference, for weeks. A guilty part of him thought he would be sad if Andromeda gave up the insults, as he would miss the looks that Dora and him get to share behind her back.

It was obviously his own fault that his marriage had been reduced to two people acting like barely-friendly housemates. He wanted to fix it, badly, but Dora wasn't letting him. He had attempted to come back positively, leading with how excited he was to have a baby with her and how sorry he was for leaving. She had looked him dead in the eye and asked, icily, if she should cancel her appointment for the next week, seeing how he was so excited for a baby now. He thought the right answer would be an enthusiastic yes, of course they should keep the baby. He had tried to keep out of his voice the slight shock and disappointment he felt that she would even make such a plan, but he was not sure he had managed it. Her response was a very angry "fuck off, Remus" followed by her expressing she was done living her life doing whatever pleased him, whenever he wanted.

In the end, the appointment was cancelled for her by the Death Eaters taking over St. Mungos. This angered her further, turning against him more, annoyed he always seemed to get his way despite him changing his mind every five minutes.

"You wanted to be friends, and so I was your friend. Then you wanted space, and I gave you that space. Then you wanted to have sex, so we did. Then you thought you'd made a mistake so you kicked me out the bed. You wanted comfort so I let you fall asleep in my arms. When I needed comfort, you weren't sure it was right for us to be in the same room. Then you wanted to get married, so we did. Then you didn't want the baby, so you left. Now you want the baby again and I guess you're going to get it. The fact I'm not sure I really want this isn't going to factor, is it?"

"You wanted this relationship, Dora," he reminded her, "you were the one who made a scene and pushed so hard for us to be together, in spite of me being unsure about it. So I think it's unfair to say you never get what you want."

"Guess we're both as bad as each other. How very deserving we are."

That was the last thing she had said to him on the subject and that was when the cold indifference began. She let him stay at the house, probably because she felt he had nowhere else to go. They sometimes spoke, only about the most neutral of subjects, and occasionally she even let him rub her back when she was sick. But that was it.

Now that leaves him sitting on the sofa, while she prepares dinner for her mother coming over. He can tell by the smells wafting under the door that she's definitely making Sticky Toffee Pudding. It's her favourite and she's very good at it. Remus has to admit that it's delicious, but his favourite is chocolate brownies. She used to make them all the time, but she hasn't made them once since he left and came back. He really misses her chocolate brownies.

[braveclementine]

Chapter 1

Warnings: 18+ readers only, mentions of smut

Copyright: I do not own any Wizarding World characters that J.K. Rowling wrote. I do however own Elizabeth Kane (main character) and Trang Nyguen (best friend). There should be no use of these two names without my permission. I also do not condone any copying of this.

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𝕴 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖜𝖆𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 the dishes while I listened to Dad and Trang in the living room. Dad was trying to catch Trang up to the spells she needed to know between her first and sixth year for Charms, Transfiguration, and Defense Against the Dark Arts.

It was a nice surprise that Dumbledore had let Trang come to Hogwarts though she was five years late, now six, and even more of a surprise that her parents had finally given in, considering they were the ones who stopped her from going in the first place.

'Dumbledore is the only Professor who would've done so' Dad had said when we'd arrived home from the train a few weeks ago, talking about Trang. 'He let me come to Hogwarts when no other Professor would'.

Dad, being a werewolf, would normally not have been allowed near children or any people for that matter. However, Dumbledore had great faith in him and had made the necessary precautions so that he could attend.

In order to catch Trang up so that she could come in as a 'third-year', Dad was teaching her a number of spells and making sure she could actually do them and also giving her lessons in Potions, Herbology, and Astronomy. Being a third-year, she could take two electives and she'd chosen Care of Magical Creatures and Ancient Runes.

As I was going to be a sixth-year this year, I'd had to change my classes to only the necessities. So, I was taking Herbology, Potions, Transfiguration, and Charms. Those were my necessary classes. I'd thankfully dropped Astronomy- the bane of my existence- and also History of Magic. However, I'd made a difficult decision where I had to choose between Divination, Ancient Runes, Magical Theory, and Care of Magical Creatures.

I'd dropped Divination and then decided that it didn't matter about choosing between Ancient Runes, Magical Theory, and Care of Magical Creatures because I had my time-turner. So I still had a schedule that didn't match that of other students.

Trang had wanted to take every class, but we'd smashed the time-turner cabinet at the Ministry last summer. . . but I wasn't going to think about the Ministry.

I couldn't even be mad at Severus for what he'd said to Bellatrix because I knew he had to keep up pretenses and if he was going to congratulate Bellatrix on killing Sirius. . . but I wasn't going to think about the Ministry.

And of course, it wasn't my fault that Sirius had died, something I'd finally come to terms with. I'd gone to save Trang and I couldn't hate myself for that. And Hagrid was right, Sirius wanted to go out fighting. That was the way anyone wanted to die. If I wanted to die, I would've done it by fighting. That or jumping in front of someone I loved. But I hadn't jumped in front of Sirius, had I? BUT I WASN'T GOING TO THINK ABOUT THE MINISTRY!

I sobbed, breaking a dish as I dropped it into the sink, and pressed a hand to my mouth. The voices went quiet in the living room and I quickly repaired the dish with my wand and then washed it again, setting it aside. Tears were flowing down my face and I couldn't wipe them away because I didn't want to get soap in my eyes.

I heard footsteps in the kitchen and I closed my eyes, hoping dad wasn't going to try and get me to talk to him or something.

But he wrapped his arms around me and whispered, "I'm sorry."

Yes, because it was his fault now, was it? Of course not! Why did people always apologize for things that weren't their fault! Was it really a way to express sympathy, or a way to get sympathy! Well, if anything, it was maddening and a pet peeve of mine, which he fully knew.

"It's fine." I said softly. "I just need to stop thinking about him- it."

"There's nothing wrong with grief." He said softly.

"There's nothing wrong with love either." I said in a biting voice. He recoiled. I sighed and gritted my teeth. "I didn't mean that, I'm sorry, I know you're not pushing her away because you don't love her damnit."

"I know." he said, putting a hand on my shoulder. We weren't looking at each other. He left to go back to the living room. Feeling like crap, I waved my wand and finished the dishes in a second. Then I trumped up the stairs and collapsed on my bed. I could hear Trang shouting below me in frustration.

Tonks was in love with Dad. Dad was in love with Tonks. But Dad said he wouldn't endanger Tonks like that. He said that Tonks deserved better. He said that Tonks life would be abnormal if she married him. He kept pushing her away.

She'd gone to me and I'd gone to him and he'd stayed his ground. He wasn't marrying anyone. He wasn't endangering anyone. I pointed out that I'd lived with him for nearly fifteen years and his face grew red and he'd said that a daughter was different than a wife. Well!

I was very emotional recently, and there had been an increase in emotions since last time I'd been at Severus' house.

I drew in a shuddering breath and heaved myself up from the bed, beginning to pack. Dumbledore had sent a letter only a few days back from Hogwarts. He wanted to pick me up on Friday at 10:45 PM and then spend the rest of the summer at the Burrow.

After much discussion with not only dad, but also Severus, I'd sent back a replying owl saying: Yes.

Dad had found it a lovely idea. He hated leaving me alone for long stretches of time and since he was still trying to be a spy for the underground werewolves, he was underground quite often. And that was on top of teaching Trang, so I wasn't going to spend much time with him anyways.

Severus had been less enthusiastic because it meant I wouldn't see him for nearly two months until school started. We'd gotten used to having a lot of alone time for days on end. I usually spent time at his house when dad was underground and Trang was at her house.

It was so silly, when I thought back to last year and how upset I'd been when I thought I wouldn't see Trang for nearly two or three years, possibly more. Now, we'd be going to school together.

Of course, we weren't going to be in the same house. As I'd predicted, she'd been sorted into Ravenclaw and I was in Hufflepuff. Of course, I figured that this meant I was going to be able to explore the Ravenclaw common room now. I'd always wanted to know what it looked like.

It was Wednesday now and Dad was going to go into the underground on Thursday. I'd have time to slip back to Severus' house. . .

I twisted the ring on my left hand. It'd become a bit of a habit. My eyes barely glanced at the red words on the back of my hand, 'As a Werewolf brat, I must learn to keep my mouth shut'.

I hadn't had to write those lines for nearly two months now, giving my hand time to heal. It no longer started bleeding randomly and had healed some. The letters were thinner now, looking more like quill marks than charcoal. They also weren't purple red anymore but rather, a light pinky red color. Dad, at least, didn't flinch every time when he saw my hand anymore.

Someone knocked on my door and I got up from where I was cleaning out my trunk. It was Trang.

"Hey!" I said in a thick voice and cleared my throat and crouched back down to clean out the trunk. "Scourgify." The trunk looked good as new.

I started stacking my books in neat stacks on the right side of the trunk and then packed my quills, artbooks, and robes on the other side. My pajamas and toiletries on top of that. I went to close it but Trang's hand darted out and brought out a small box. She held it up, raising her eyebrow, "What is this for?"

I blushed, grabbing it back and throwing it in. "I'm married, Trang! I might need it."

"You're having-" Her eyes flashed and her face paled and then it returned to normal, "You really ought to have told me sooner."

I rolled my eyes. "How's Oliver?"

Oliver Wood was one of the guys I'd met at school. He'd been in Gryffindor and a huge Quidditch fanatic. He'd been captain and keeper and was playing on the Puddlemere team. I followed it briefly in the Quidditch magazines but Trang had him as a bit of a pen pal.

She blushed and said, "Oh, well, we er- met a few weeks ago. A bit like a-er date- I suppose."

I glared at her. "And you get on me about keeping secrets!"

She grinned reluctantly. "Well, I was trying to keep it a bit of a secret because I try not to tell my parents anything now."

Yes, her parents. Now that she knew about magic, they'd started being more open about the magic that they'd been part of and used it at home. She was still very irate with them and they were still very angry with my dad and I for teaching her magic. They were also mad at Dumbledore for letting Trang into the school. I don't know how he persuaded them to let her come. I also wasn't so sure why they were mad about it. Surely, they knew that Hogwarts was one of the safest places in the world.

They were extremely irate when they found out that she had a broom, an owl, and a thousand different books hidden in her room. I guess they weren't like other parents- going in and snooping around. Then again, Dad wasn't like that either.

We both had Firebolt brooms. (I'd bought a Firebolt in my fifth-year when I became Quidditch Captain). That'd been expensive but the mysterious conundrum was that it looked as though my gold vault barely had a dent in it.

And then, Trang's parents had introduced her to their family Gringotts vault. They had quite a bit of money in there, which I wasn't surprised about. They had made themselves rather rich in the Muggle world, and as they wouldn't be using wizarding gold, it had probably increased over the many years of leaving it there because of interest.

Trang would be going to the burrow sometime after me, I think about a month or so. She'd be taking the floo network. Dumbledore had said he'd be taking me somewhere. I figured, considering I'd foreseen a bit of the summer, that he'd be taking me to Harry's house. That would be weird.

Trang picked up a newspaper by my bed. I'd started getting the Daily Prophet and- much to her parents frustration- so was Trang.

"Do you think he's good?" Trang asked, turning the paper around and pointing at Rufus Scrimgeour. He had succeeded Fudge as Minister of Magic which I'd seen way before it'd actually happened.

"Sure." I said with a bit of a shrug. I welcomed conversations that would take my mind of. . . well anything. "He'll take Voldemort much more seriously than Fudge did. He's an Auror too so you know he's smart."

"I thought you said Kingsley was going to be Minister of Magic." Trang said fondly. I think she'd developed a bit of a romantic fashion for Kingsley, as he was the one who'd come to her rescue at- NO!

"He's the next one after the one that takes over after Scrimgeour." I said quickly, cleaning out Sadie's cage, leaving the cage door open.

"Well what happens to Scrimgeour?" Trang asked, turning the newspaper back to stare at the wild, lion-like man.

"Think he dies." I said, frowning a bit.

Trang looked at me sharply. "What?"

"Well I don't know for a fact." I said blandly. "I haven't foreseen it. It's just a feeling."

"Your feelings are usually really good. . ." Trang sounded nervous.

"Don't worry about it Trang." I said. "Sometimes I'm wrong. How's training going?"

She tossed the newspaper aside and said, "It's going okay. Your dad's a really good teacher. I wish I'd been at school when he'd taught. Why doesn't he teach anymore?"

"He took up the Defense Against the Dark Arts post." I said, grabbing my Firebolt and polishing it quickly before attaching it to my trunk. "It's a cursed position, has a new teacher every year."

"Oh." Trang said. "Is it. . . usually hard for wizards and witches to get jobs?"

"Oh no." I said, waving my hand. "It's only dad and other werewolves because the magical world has such a hateful bias towards them. I mean, there's a book called Why werewolves shouldn't be allowed to live or something to that affect. Most wizards and witches get jobs fairly easily."

"Wonder what job I'll get." Trang said thoughtfully.

"Well what did you want to do when you were a Muggle?" I asked.

She stuck her tongue out at me and said thoughtfully. "Mum and dad were always pushing me towards the medical field, but I always wanted to be a teacher. Of course, I'm sure there are a large amount of possibilities for jobs now that the magical world is open to me."

We talked for a long time before she went home and dad came into see me, sitting down on the bed next to me.

"I haven't spent any time with you this week." He said, echoing my thoughts from a few hours ago. He put his arm around me, pulling me in. "How're you keeping up?"

"I'm going okay." I said honestly. "You know, sometimes I can forget and be happy and sometimes I'm so filled with grief I can't stop crying. And of course, I promised myself I wouldn't take anything for granted anymore so I'm keeping busy, ya know? And anyways. . . well you're doing important work."

Dad grimaced, "Doesn't matter."

"What do you mean?" I asked, upset. "You've been working so hard!"

"Yeah but Greyback's undone a lot of my work." Dad said with another grimace and self-consciously touched the scar on his face.

"Greyback?" I asked blankly. "The one grandfather offended?"

"Yes." Dad said in a sour voice. "You stay away from him, you understand?"

"Of course." I said, frowning. I'd stay away from all Death Eaters. "Are you sure you're okay with me leaving the house so early?"

"Of course." Dad said, putting a second arm around me and I hugged him back so tightly he fell back on the bed. I nestled my head onto his chest and he kept an arm around me. I loved these moments with dad. "Besides, I have to go back underground for most of August. I'm only staying out for a bit of July so that I can get Trang up to speed and even that's rough. So you might as well go ahead and hang out with your friends. I'll see you during Christmas break if you come back."

"Yeah, I'll come back." I said, feeling a bit guilty. Severus' and mine first year anniversary was Christmas Eave. Then I scolded myself- we weren't married yet. "Of course I will."

He sighed. "God I love you Lizzy, you know that right?"

I felt tears spring up, mostly from affection. He hadn't called me Lizzy since I was eight. Then I felt frustration at my feminine hormones because I really hated crying in front of him. "Yeah Dad, I know. I love you too."

He kissed the side of my head and I thought that maybe he was crying too. Sirius had been his friend too after all. And he'd watched me be tortured in front of his eyes. He'd watched Bellatrix break my back in front of his eyes. He'd thought I would never be able to walk again. He was probably relieved that I was going to be able to go to the Weasleys this summer and be able to fly and walk and run and that I was alive.

"Dad." I whispered, having to get the question that was weighing most heavily on my heart out. "Do you think. . . do you think if I hadn't gone to save Trang. . . that Sirius would still be alive?"

"No." Dad said softly. "In fact, I think if you hadn't gone to save Trang, I think more of us would've died."

"R-really?" I asked in surprise, tears flowing down my face, "H-how do you f-figure that?"

Dad was silent for a moment and said, "We didn't know where you guys were Elizabeth. And if it hadn't been for the fact that you'd left the door open when we came in, well I don't think we would've found you for a bit longer. But we would've been searching that place forever and then when we finally found the Death Eaters. . . well no doubt they would have seen us before we'd seen them. We probably would've split up to cover more ground. I think we might've all have died that night if you hadn't gone for Trang."

I hadn't thought about this and I realized with a bit of surprise that he was right. I hadn't told Kingsley where we were. And after all, would they have even gone into the Ministry to get Trang in the first place?

"But Sirius wouldn't have gone because it wasn't Harry or me." I whispered.

"No, I think he would have." Dad said. "I've known Sirius since I was a kid Elizabeth. He was never going to have stayed behind. Not when it was you, not when it was Harry, not when it was your best friend. He might not have cared for Trang as much as he cared about. . . about you or Harry, but he cared about Trang the way that he cared about Ron or Hermione."

I nodded, feeling better but still crying, "So who's fault was it?" I asked.

"Voldemort's." Dad said firmly. "It's always been his fault and it will always be his fault."

I let out a small sob and said, "Madam Bones is dead too."

Dad's arm tightened. "Yes, that was a shame. And we lost Emmeline Vance- you knew her too."

I nodded. "It's so. . . strange. . ." I said. "I only met her once and I feel so wrecked about it. . . or maybe that's just Sirius's death bleeding into the others."

"Get some sleep." Dad said softly, kissing my forehead. "I'll be gone in the morning."

"Will you stay?" I asked softly, my fingers clutched around the front of his shabby robes. "Please? Just till I fall asleep?"

"Of course sweetheart." Dad said, sitting up a little so that I could get under the covers. He reached for the throw blanket and laid it over me. In only a few moments, I was fast asleep.

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Then, turning into a cat, I stuck my head in and quickly looked around. Not a soul in sight. I stepped through and jumped up onto the armchair that Severus had been sitting on when Bellatrix and Narcissa had come over.

I draped a paw over the side of the chair, become as cat like as possible. I'd been practicing for a long time. I'd fooled dad a couple of times when he came home tired. It was funny watching him trying to struggle and figure out when he'd let a cat in. Even Severus said that he sometimes forgot I was human.

"Ah, you're here." His voice filled the room. I perked an ear up and opened one large eye and then purred, closing my eye again. "Humorous." He said warmly, picking me up in his arms.

He carried me through the house to his bedroom, shutting the door behind him and locking it. I turned back into a human, surprising him and pulled him down on the floor.

"Don't you want the bed?" He murmured, sounding giddy for some reason.

"Not particularly." I murmured back, locking my legs around his waist to pull him down onto me.

"Fuck Elizabeth." He muttered, his hands slipping down to the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head. I felt an electric shock go through me every time he said that. His fingers clasped behind my back for my bra strap, and pulled that off too.

"Something wrong?" My voice sounded a bit unsure.

"Just don't want you to get cold." He muttered in my ear.

"Good point." I whispered against his neck.

He got up and lifted me into his arms and then walked a few steps and then we were on the bed. He pulled me on top of him, taking off his own shirt. I always felt an electric shock go through me because he always looked so different underneath. The abs, the muscles, the pecs. He chuckled, brushing a couple fingers across my cheeks.

"So lovely," He murmured before rolling on top of me, pressing his lips to mine. I closed my eyes as a reflex, feeling his fingers moving down my hips and pulling off my shorts. I shivered a bit at the tickling sensation and pressed my lips to his jawline.

And then there was that feeling that was shocking and lovely and pleasant and a bit painful all at the same time as he slid into me. But it got easier each time, and felt more lovely and more pleasant than ever.

"Sev. . ." I moaned softly. He buried his face into my neck. I turned my head slightly so that my lips grazed his throat. I loved doing this because he shivered, and he never shivered at anything else. His fingers trailed up my thigh to my breasts and I pushed myself into him as we rolled over. "Oh Sev. . ."

The blankets tangled around our bodies as we started becoming more and more just one person. He swept my hair out of my eyes, still moving furiously. I moved with him, small pains in my breasts as they bounced slightly till he reached up to cup them before pulling me down to kiss me. I melted into him.

This was our little world. This was my life. And it was all that I could ask for. 

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[foodfromaroundeverywhere]

Hell's Kitchen Minneapolis

Accessibility: 9.5/10 (but that may be my own fault)

Wait Time:

-Getting in: 0 Min (w/reservation)

-Introduction: 5-7 min

-Food: (app: ~6 min/entrée: ~4 min after that)

-Check: ~10 min after done with food

Staff: 10/10

Atmosphere: 10/10

Food: 10/10

Price: $70.34 ($54.57 in gift shop)

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Hell's Kitchen (not associated w/Gordon Ramsey) is an underground restaurant located in Minneapolis, Minnesota. It is a 100% employee owned establishment (since 2020) with their 15% service fee (20% for pickup/take-out) going back, in full, to their employees.

They have a wide selection of alcoholic and non-alcoholic beverages with a lot of their drink infusions being house-made and their taps from local tapestries.

In the F&Q on their site, they give full instructions on what to do if you are in a wheelchair and need accommodation options. When getting into the building, I had gone in the completely wrong direction, going towards their cafeteria instead of the actual restaurant. This may have been at my own fault, so take the accessibility rating at a grain of salt.

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So for my drink, I got the non-alcoholic 'Berry & Thyme Spritz'. This drink combined the herbaceous flavors of thyme with the sweeter notes of berry (which berries? I'm not sure.) All topped off with soda water. This drink was delicious with a price of $6.95. Now, some may think that this is a hefty price for a drink, but since this establishment is employee owned, I feel as though the price is justified. 9.7/10

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I had gone to the restaurant with my mom, so for our appetizer, we got the 'State Fair Cheese Curds' for $9.95. Being from the state of all things cheese, these curds held up against many of the cheese curds I've had before, being served with a sweet and spicy red pepper jelly. The only issue I have with the dish is that there weren't many cheese curds. It was enough for two people but any more than that, and I feel it wouldn't have been enough. 9/10

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For the main entrée, I got the 'Street Style Tacos' for $12.95 which comes with the choices of chicken tinga or mojo pork and salsa rojo or salsa verde. I got the mojo pork and the salsa verde as my choices, and it was delicious! The tacos themselves were very filling, but I feel like the meat was lacking the lime-herb sauce they advertised the pork to be 'smothered' in, the meat was dry and I had to keep reaching for my drink. The salsa verde was the perfect amount of spicy, and the queso added the smallest kick to the tacos also. 8.8/10

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After the meal, my mom and I went to the small gift shop located next to the FOH. There, I was able to get a shirt ($19), a mug (14), and two 10-oz jars of their homemade peanut butter ($10 with a BOGO sale) The shirt is amazing quality, the peanut butter being just the right amount of chunky, and the mug having the GREATEST slogan being "Don't F##k It Up!" Which is a nod to their late owner's saying.

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Overall, Hell's Kitchen is a great place to go to if you want a nice sit-down dining experience. They have a LOT more going on the weekends, so if you want to stop in, I recommend doing it on a weekend instead of a weekday! This place gets a big stamp of approval from me!

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Hi! Can you do How Trainee A members back hugging you? I really hope you will see this! :)

Of course!!!)

Paring: YOU x TA member

Genre: fluff

Warning: nune

Tags: let me know if you want to be tag.

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He watch you make his favorite food in the kitchen. He feels really happy whenever you would worry about how hard he is working as a trainee and that's why you're making his favorite dish. He loves you so much even though he hasn't admitted to you....yet. He walks towards you with a soft smile. He stands behind you, snaking his arms around your waist. He puts a small kiss on your covered shoulder and then rest his head against the nape of your neck. You were surprised and smiled at his soft side. "Yorch....food is almost done....". You said but he didn't let go. "Yorch?". You asked again. He immediately woke up. "Oh right...haha....food smells good...". He said laughing nervously. "Anything for you...". You kiss his cheek.

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You two work in the same shopping job as stocking. You guys were in a room getting ready with carts of boxes. Today Leo was being toooo clingy with you than what he usually is whenever you two are alone. He back hug you and never let go, following you around the room. You didn't mind it at all you actually like getting this attention from him but because he was behind you, you almost trip. "Oh sorry! It's my fault! It's just.....I really miss you since last week we couldn't see each other...". He said, sorrow in his voice. He rub your hands together. "Oh it's fine, I understand I missed you too, let's go out after work okay?". You said. "Yes babe!". He said back hugging you, his arms wrap around your neck almost choking you and his lips pecking on your cheeks repeatedly.

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You saw him crying on the floor. He was sitting down,knees against his chest, and his head ducked down between the knees and chest. His favorite purple and blue hoodie covering his head. You walk towards him and hug him close to you. "Everything will be okay! I know the judges weren't satisfy with the group performance, but soon you all will shut them up.....come on cheer up!". You said excited trying to make him feel better. He smiled sadly and stand up. You immediately start to make instant ramen for him. You watch as the ramen was been boiled in the microwave. Soon you felt strong arms around your body. His chin rested on top of your shoulder watching the ramen cup twirl around the plate. Both of you suddenly laugh quietly at the silence. "Thank you for being here....with me..." he whispered to ear. He reached to kiss your ear with a smile!

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You decided to take out your two dogs for a walk along with your boyfriend and his dog. The weather was sunny and windy so it was great day. Both of you held hands watching the dogs playing with each other. You stopped walking to look at a lake that is far away from you. Woochan secretly took a picture of you looking at the lake. He smiled and walk towards you. He back hugs you tightly. "You look adorable!" He yells at your ear as he quickly peck your cheek. You laughed and reach to kiss his lips. "You're adorable too!". You said teasing him.

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"Where's James?...". You asked your friends. You felt scared and needed James by your side right now. "Probably with his friends? Have you look outside?". One of your friends asked. You told them you didn't and went outside. "James! James!" You yelled out loud since the music of the party was too loud. You were so worried about him. Suddenly your felt a pair of long arms wrapped around arms and body and their chest hitting hard on your back. You felt their lips kiss on your shoulder. Both of you almost tripping down because of the impact. "James! Where were you! I was looking for you everywhere!". You yelled in worry. James laughed as he kept kissing your shoulder and neck. "I was in the basketball court right behind the house...". He said still not letting you go. "What happened?". He asked. "I'll tell you after the party, I just want to be with you right now". You pouted. "Cute....okay let's go the basketball court. There's so many snacks!". He said, you in his embrace.

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Both of you walk together hand in hand while eating cotton candy. The carnival was full of people and kids playing around. Both of you rode many rides and had fun. Now the two of you sat on the grass looking at fireworks exploding in the dark sky. Jay suddenly sat behind you. You were between his legs. His head rested against your back and his arms wrap around your body. He would move his body and yours to sides as if it was a slow dance but honestly it was just you two being silly. Jay and you spend the last hours in the carnival sitting on the grass and watching the fireworks as you two would tickle at each other and just being childish.

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You didn't want to go the water park at first but your cute adorable boyfriend convince you to come with him. You didn't like the water that much and you didn't know how to swim. Anyways you're already here getting water splash by James, Woochan, and JayJay. "Jihoooon! Come here and get this kids out of my area!". You yelled for help meanwhile the others just laughed. Suddenly you got pushed inside the water after a few seconds you were almost thrown up in the air. "Ahhhhhhhh!". You shriek horribly. Soon you reach to the ground again. "Jihoon!That...was....fun! Again!". You yelled happily. Jihoon back hug you, his chin on your shoulder. He couldn't stop laughing at the situation you went through by him. "Okay, anything that makes you happy!". And with a kiss on your cheek he drowned you back again.

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