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justanotherlifeff · 4 years

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Hey, it’s me again. I showed my friend who doesn’t have tumblr your story you wrote for me and she absolutely loved it. She loved it so much she wondered if you could possibly write something for her too. If so, can you write a Bakugo x FemReader of the reader having a small sized chest and being super insecure about herself because of it. Thank youuu

Insecurities

(I've taken this picture from tumblr cause YA'LL ARTISTS ARE AMAZING)

Ever since you had puberty, you were insecured about your chest. Why? Cause literally every other girl you knew had normal sized breasts while you...well, didn't. Your size was smaller than the rest and to make things worse, you got bullied about it quite often back in junior high. When you joined UA, things changed. No one commented about your lack of size, atleast not infront of you. Probably because you were dating Bakugou. In your first year at UA, Bakugou asked you out and honestly, that changed everything. While the people of class 1A were nothing but nice to you (except Mineta who decided to comment on your lack of tits once and got bitch slapped by Tsuyu), the people from other classes weren’t so generous. However, no one had the guts to mess with Bakugou's girlfriend since your boyfriend was a menace to deal with. However, that didn’t mean that you didn't hear the occasional whispers and name calling. However, it didn't matter as your size didn't affect your love life. That was until now.

You were finally a pro hero and nothing could stop you from saving everyone from villains and living with your head held up right? Well, it seemed like you were wrong since in this certain mission, the agency you and Bakugou were working with decided to send a different woman with Bakugou for an undercover mission even though you were more qualified to go simply because the pro hero you were working under thought you don't look like a good match for Bakugou. While it clearly ticked Bakugou off and he went all out to shout at the certain pro hero (in vain), it brought back all your insecurities related to your body. Bakugou and you were working as sidekicks in one of the top hero's agency to get some experience before opening up your own respective agencies. However, at the moment, the agency was working on an important undercover mission and was short staffed. Funnily, your boss decided to send an intern with Bakugou on the undercover mission instead of you. An intern over a certified pro hero just because apparantly, you "didn't seem like a good match" with Bakugou. You didn't argue with the boss since Bakugou was already shouting at him. You simply told the other interns that you're going home for the day and went home to mope on your misfortune. You wondered if you really did deserve your boyfriend. It wasn’t the first time people mentioned how your boyfriend was too beautiful for you. However, it had been a while since someone said that to you on your face. Besides, you never expected it to affect your work life.

Looking at the mirror, you felt worthless. You felt as if you really wasn’t good enough for Bakugou. Questions like, "is he with me cause he pities me?" were being played on a repeat in your mind. While you were at home huddled up in your bed, Bakugou barked at your boss, calling him a "worthless blind piece of shit" and a "fucking bastard who doesn't deserve to be a hero" before getting himself and you fired from the said hero agency. Packing up your stuff, Bakugou went for your shared apartment, knowing that you’ll be home and that you’ll probably be upset about the entire ordeal. Turns out, he was exactly right and that picking up icecream on his way home was an excellent choice cause you were huddled up on your shared bed, crying. Letting out a sigh, Bakugou sat on the bed, snatching the blanket off you only to find your tear stained face. "Leave me alone..." you croaked trying to get your blanket back but ofcourse, Bakugou wasn’t having it. "You seriously think I'll leave you to mope about whatever the hell that cunt said? Is that how you see me dumbass? Here, take the fucking icecream and let's talk this out alright? You're not getting rid of me just like that." Bakugou told you in a stern expression and you knew that he wouldn’t get off your back. "He was right. I'm not good enough for you. Your fangirls, everyone thinks so. You deserve someone who isn't as flat as a chopping board..." you sniffled, looking at Bakugou only to see a rare soft expression on his face. "Seems like you're getting as blind as those motherfuckers. Well, I don't mind showing you what I and every other normal people with good taste see." Bakugou muttered as he effortlessly pulled you onto his lap. Taking his phone out, he went into his Instagram account and opened up the comment section of one of your couple photoes. "Babe, look at every single comment that were posted by men..." Bakugou muttered to your ear as you looked at the screen of his phone.

"Damn Ground Zero really got the goods...."

"(H/N) is so fucking hot! Ground Zero is one lucky guy..."

"I don't understand why (H/N) is dating Ground Zero to be honest. She can get so much better than a brute..."

"Some of these extras may hate my guts but most of them can see how pretty you are and how lucky I am to have you and I agree with them. These fangirls who bash you up do that cause they are fucking jealous cause you are so beautiful that I would never look their way. The ones who don't agree with me have their head up their asses alright? I mean, look at you. These tits fit my hand so perfectly..." Bakugou muttered to your neck, cupping your breasts in his hand. "You're fucking perfect alright? Don't let the shit those shitty bastards say get to you cause they don't know what they are talking about. And don't ever say that you don't deserve me cause you're literally the only person who deserves me." Bakugou ended and this time you were crying not because you were sad but because you were an emotional mess due to such a beautiful speech from your boyfriend. "Why are you such an amazing boyfriend? It's illegal..." you sniffled, burying your head to his chest. "Oi! Don't get your snot on my hero costume damnit!" Bakugou barked at you. "I take it back. You're a meanie!" you huffed.

"Babe?" Bakugou muttered as the two of you cuddled and watched an action movie as you ate from the tub of icecream Bakugou just bought you. "Hmm?" you hummed in answer. "I got us fired from work." Bakugou stated with a stoic voice and expression. "You What?" you exclaimed, looking at him in disbelief. "What? I ain't gonna work in a place where they can't respect my girl! You won't work in a place where people disrespect you too! Besides, I've got enough shitty experience. I'm opening Ground Zero agency asap cause I've already made enough money for it." Bakugou barked at you. "What about me then?" you asked, curious. "You can be my sidekick." Bakugou said, smirking at you. "Hell no Katsuki! I'm not gonna be some stupid sidekick!" you huffed. "Fine... We can have Ground Zero and (H/N) agency...." Bakugou muttered irritably. "I take my words back. You really are the best boyfriend ever" you grinned at him. "Oi! You're getting icecream on me! Move!" Bakugou barked at you at that moment. "DON'T MAKE ME REVOKE MY WORDS AGAIN KATSUKI!" you barked back.

[Author's note: I'm so glad your friend liked my writing! I personally got bullied for having small breasts and I've been insecured about it too for ages. So, if you or your friend are suffering from this issue, lemme tell you, YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL AND DON'T LET ANYONE ELSE SAY OTHERWISE!]

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thomastair · 6 years

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Cast Long Shadows Summary

okay y’all, here’s a spoiler filled post with quotes and all the important parts without taking away from book sales! enjoy!

it starts at the London shadow market (yeet) with Jem thinking about the new year in Shanghai. We then find out that he’s going to meet Ragnor Fell (secret business ooo).

enter Matthew:

(this moment is on the cover but it’s never mentioned again and isn’t as important as we all thought)

we then change to Matthew’s perspective on the day James got expelled and he blew up the academy. (1899)

to no one’s surprise Alastair is lashing out (this time at Will yikes boy the fandom’s going to hate you for this).

Matthew really doesn’t like Alastair at All. (also why does Alastair listen to Thomas is it because Thomas is so nice?)

Matthew’s the mom friend Confirmed

I know I’m putting a lot of photos of this interaction in, but I really love it because Matthew actually initiates the conflict? and Thomas is so cute I love him a lot. And the mention of Alastair’s beautiful eyebrows. “Pipsqueak.” LMAO

Matthew making fun of Alastair’s appearance,,,,yikes Matthew,,,(I know he didn’t mean harm, but after Alastair was bullied at the academy that must have been terrible.)

“Matthew, his friend died.” —Thomas Lightwood (I stan)

and then we get Alastair generally being a dick and telling Matthew that his mom’s cheating on his dad (you can read the entire interaction on Cassie’s tumblr) and so begins the downward spiral.

Matthew then punches Alastair and runs to find James and Will.

back to 1901–

a sure sign that there’s pain to come is when the protagonist seems naive and happy

Jem tries to warn him, but does Matthew listen? noooo

also, fun fact: Anna often frequents the shadow market and she told Matthew about it.

hey look it’s the lady who appeared in son of the dawn and ruins Matthew’s life, prepare yourselves

insecure Matthew makes his first appearance and covers his weakness up with Oscar Wilde quotes gdsjfjf help him

hmmm a truth potion I wonder what that could be used for....oh no. (also “I prefer downworlder ways.” downworlder Matthew foreshadowing? he won’t like their ways for much longer you can be sure.)

I’M CACKLING I LOVE RAGNOR SM (can he show up in every story please)

I’M EMO

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAohshitno

and now we switch to Matthew’s POV

he helps Cook I love one (1) boy

I already love this family so much wow. So here we have Matthew reading too much into things and thinking that he’s not enough (I’m sad)

Matthew genuinely thinks Charlotte’s cheating and he doesn’t like Gideon right now either (although this is “resolved” at the end). ALSO “Charles, that wretch.” made me laugh harder than I should have.

yes hello Matthew please stop thinking that you’re worthless, it’s destroying my happiness

he also calls himself a waste of space so there’s that :)

HE HAS A GOLDEN RETRIEVER CALLED MR. OSCAR WILDE THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT INFORMATION

HE USES A GRAPPLING HOOK TO GET INTO THE LIBRARY WE STAN A LEGEND

Lucie’s description,,,,she’s already my favorite wow

Lucie’s also learning Farsi because she thinks she should be able to speak the languages her parabatai speaks.

Lucie that’s gay shdjskfj and the description of Cordelia makes me emo

MATTHEW THINKS JAMES DOESN’T NEED HIM I’M

they’re on their way to a club to have an S4 meeting I’m already down to die for all of these boys

I LOVE THIS FAMILY

///foreshadowing//// (and after the burning maze any mention of apollo anywhere is enough to warrant a mention from me lmao)

THOMAS LIGHTWOOD IS STILL SHORT I’M

Grace Blackthorn is mentioned in passing and Thomas is gay culture

CHRISTOPHER SAYS MRS. MARIE CURIE BECAUSE HE’S READING HER SCIENCE PAPERS I’M CACKLING

thank god Thomas is here to make me love Alastair honestly. I really hate Alastair’s dad? Like holy shit how shitty can you be?

👏👏👏 wise words from Thomas (Tom) Lightwood

~cuts to another scene~

Matthew puts the truth potion into the scone batter (yay scones and Gideon Lightwood what could possibly go wrong).

looks like it wasn’t truth potion after all....

RIP MY HEART OUT

but wait....it....gets....worse.....

Charlotte was pregnant and that’s why she looked tired...oh Matthew sweetie

I never doubted Gideon and Charlotte for a second y’all

They were going to name their daughter Matilda after Henry’s great aunt who had Matthew’s blond hair I’m so fucking

Matthew Fairchild emo hours

I’m slowly running out of reactions but that’s got to be the worst growing experience, like killing your little sister? fuck

WHAT DOES THIS MEAN AHHHHH

so he goes to find James and Lucie and....

and then we have some quality Jessa and Heronstairs moments and I’m dead inside thank you for coming to my ted talk and I hope this helped clear some things up sgdjdkfhks

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violue · 7 years

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You changed a lot since you started latching on to certain people and I wanted to say it feels really good to have someone I looked up to and used have fun with shaming and shitting on absolutely everything to fit in with a certain crowd, thanks for not even letting me have a second of happiness in the one thing I can find happiness in (:

I don’t know who you are, but I’m sorry I hurt you.

I should clear something up though,

I have absolutely always been like this. I have always been predominately negative, I have always been someone that gets annoyed easily, and bitches about the things that annoy them. I used to have a fairly active tumblr tag dedicated to that exact thing before I started spending less time being active on tumblr and more on twitter.

Misanthropy is a primary facet of my personality and has been for well over a decade. I don’t like people. People in general make me confused, and angry, and scared, and irritated. Obviously I don’t hate every last person on the earth, but for a long time I have been someone that falls under the category of “doesn’t really like people all that much”.

That’s always been me. I didn’t suddenly become that way to fit in with a certain fucking crowd. I don’t fit in with any crowd. Every single fandom group has people I disagree with, people that have me blocked on twitter, people that have subtweeted me. Every last group. And that’s because I have always been someone that rubs at least some people the wrong way.

So when I bitch about people groping actors in photo ops? That’s just me. When I complain about the shadiness of the JIBcon director giving an already drunk Jensen more alcohol when it’s probably to make him more entertaining? That’s just me. Bitching about anti-Misha assholes, ships I don’t like, terrible writing on the show, annoying people on the river behind my house, loud people on the bus, third party voters, that mess with David Haydn-Jones, my slow internet, the price of licensed merch, that’s all me. ME. It’s who I am, it’s not be “becoming a worse person to fit in”. It’s just me.

If you think I’m awful and terrible now, I was awful and terrible before and you just didn’t notice, or were okay with the things I was at the time being awful and terrible about. For better or worse, mostly worse, that’s me. Funny sometimes, mostly uncomfortable, judgmental always, emotional, kind of a dick.

I’m also someone with severe paranoia and guilt issues, so this message was super terrible to receive. Maybe that’s what you wanted? I don’t know. If you’ve known me long enough to decide that I’ve “changed”, surely you’d know how I would feel to get an anonymous message claiming I’ve become terrible from someone who won’t identify themselves.

I have no idea who sent this. I have no idea if this is from someone I’ve known for months or for years. I have no idea if you’re someone that follows me on Twitter, if you’re someone I follow back. I have no idea if you’re a casual acquaintance or someone I call friend. I have no idea if you’re one of the few people I’m tentatively willing to say I trust. And not knowing is terrifying. Not knowing who would do this, not knowing who I can trust, is terrifying.

So if you’re going to put your emotional wellbeing on me, I guess I get to do the same. This was cruel. If you know me, then you know better than to do something like this. If you know me, then you know how many awful anons I used to get, that there were rumors that it was from someone I knew, and how hard it made it for me to trust anyone for months/years after.

If you know me, you know I’m a bottomless pit of self loathing, and you’re exploiting that because something I said diminished your enjoyment of a thing. Maybe I made you feel guilty for enjoying the Cockles panel (which is hard to understand because I enjoyed it, I just thought Daniela’s behavior was god damn shady). Maybe my thoughts on groping actors in photo ops with or without “permission” made you feel guilty for a photo op you took. Maybe my thread about why I’m not a fan of David Haydn-Jones made you feel guilty for liking him. Whatever it is, I guess it was enough for you to lash out and want to hurt me.

I’m genuinely horrified to read that whoever you are, you at some point to looked up to me. No one should be looking up to me. I’m a 33 year old unemployed emotional basket case living in her mother’s living room, relying on a cocktail of seroquel, zoloft, marijuana, xanax and sugary foods to get through a day of just being in my own head without cutting myself or diving into traffic. I can’t read about things like climate change, alzheimer’s, cancer, death of family/pets, or homelessness with out scooting closer to the edge and whatever waits on the other side of that edge. I haven’t had a job since my twenties, and my only source of income was donating plasma until December when I stopped wanting to be around people long enough to even do that. My “room” is a sea of dirty clothes and scattered trash because I can’t bring mysel to bother cleaning it. I’ve been avoiding getting necessary bloodwork done because I can’t bring myself to leave the house. I came across your message right after reliving some childhood trauma on twitter and burst into tears. I’m a mess. I’m broken, anon. I’m petty, and ugly, and forgetful to a terrifying degree, and when I die the only person whose life will actually change is my mother’s. And yeah it’s bleak, but it’s where I’m at right at this point in my life, and I’m dealing-ish, and it’s why no one should be looking up to me, ever. Ever. If your intention was to make me hate myself for whatever I did to you, you needn’t have bothered. Even during times in my life when I’m relatively stable I hate myself. No one is ever going to hate me more than me.

I don’t know what specific thing I did to you. On the one hand, I’m sorry that whatever I did caused you to a.) feel like I’d stolen your joy in an already fairly joyless world, and b.) lash out anonymously so you could punish me for not agreeing with whatever stance of yours I’m disagreeing with.

On the other hand, this was pretty shitty of you, the message made me cry, I’m starting my day at the bottom of another pit of self loathing, and I’m going to spend days, or weeks, or even months afraid that this message came from someone I actually managed to trust.

So hey.

Maybe we can call it even.

*side note, I’m disabling my askbox for a few days. There are people (not this specific anon) that despise me and still read my social media accounts, and they might read this and try to be assholes. There are also way more nice, concerned people who will read this and think they need to check on me or try to make me feel better about myself. I don’t have the emotional energy for anonymous scorn any more than I have the energy for affection I didn’t earn.

#personal #fandom wank i guess #self harm tw #suicidal ideation tw #Anonymous #askbox #self pity and self loathing are my dance partners

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captainwhogotthecanary · 7 years

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For I Think I Still Love You (Do You Mind) (16/16)

Sorry for the delay in the epilogue. I always get a bit resistant at ending stories, and that gets worse the more I’ve enjoyed or gotten invested in a story. Add to that the fact that I knew I’d left off in a pretty settled place instead of a cliffhanger, and, well… It’s actually probably amazing that it’s not even been a month yet.

I reread it today and actually think the Legion!Len parts hold up pretty well against the canon version of him, though they were given different circumstances.

Thank you so much for coming along on this ride with me. I’m pretty sure this fic is my favorite thing I’ve ever written, and your part in it—comments, kudos, reblogs on tumblr, votes in the CCAs—was huge.

You’re the best.

Also on AO3.

The next day, Leonard takes a brief trip back in time to visit his newly-returned self. The Waverider parks across town, with extra cloaking, and Sara comes with him most of the way there. She gives him a quick kiss on the cheek before he moves in for the conversation.

It feels odd, reliving the conversation from the other side. On Gideon’s advice, he just goes with his gut on what to say, rather than trying to recite it from memory, and it seems to come out the same. He steps back into the shadows and watches the earlier version of him sneak aboard the Waverider.

Leonard feels pity for the months of near solitude that lie ahead for him, until Sara slips her hand into his.

Good things await him, too.

“Let’s get back,” Sara says, and they do.

***

It’s another two days before he finally gets to see Lisa.

“You’d think time aboard a time ship could be a little more flexible,” he grumbles as he and Sara approach the coffee shop Lisa suggested.

Sara laughs. “You know we had stuff we had to clean up before Rip was gonna agree to a personal detour.”

He doesn’t reply, relaxing instead; he’s caught sight of his sister, sitting at an outdoor table and grinning at him. Sara reaches out and touches his arm briefly before going inside to order drinks, and Leonard joins Lisa at the table.

“I was surprised to hear from you,” she says. “Hadn’t heard anything in months.”

Leonard shifts uncomfortably. He doesn’t really want to tell his sister he was dead, actually or officially, for the time he’d gone dark. “Sorry.” He even less wants to tell her about a reality in which their father had succeeded in killing her.

“Have you been distracted because of her?” Lisa asks, nodding toward the coffee shop.

He breathes. “Sara’s part of it, yes. That, and I had to go off the grid for a while.”

“Sounds exciting,” Lisa says, the sarcasm that’s so like his own lacing her voice.

“Parts of it,” he answers. “How have things been for you? Ruling the new city yet?”

She shrugs. “I do what I want. It works for me. I’ve been considering heading back to Central City, though.” Lisa smiles. “If only to give Cisco and his friends a hard time.”

Leonard chuckles, picturing his sister terrorizing Team Flash. Sara joins them, handing him a hot chocolate while she sips at some caffeinated concoction.

“I’m Sara,” she tells his sister, who smirks.

“I know. We met when I was on the Waverider.”

Sara looks at him, raising an eyebrow. She doesn’t look surprised as much as amused, though, at the obvious conclusion.

“I didn’t exactly follow directions on making sure she took the memory pill,” Leonard confirms, and she snorts before turning to Lisa with something of a conspiratorial smile.

“So we can skip the awkward introduction thing, then,” she says. “Good.”

The conversation flows easily enough after that. Around the time Leonard can tell the gathering is coming to an end, Lisa looks pointedly between the two of them.

“So who made the first move?” she asks.

Leonard turns to look at Sara, who’s blinking at him. They weren’t acting any differently than usual, he didn’t think; they weren’t holding hands or touching, really, and he’s not sure how Lisa figured out they’re together. Besides, the answer to her question is a little less than straightforward.

“He usually does the talking first,” Sara answers, looking away and toward Lisa. “And I’m the one who takes action.”

His sister seems to find this amusing, and Leonard wants to protest that he’s the one who initiated their second kiss, the one that led to more, but by that point, they were already all but together, so he’s not sure it changes anything.

Still, when they get back to the Waverider, he makes a point of being the one to initiate that night’s physical activities.

***

It’s weeks before they go back to the place that served as Leonard’s home. There’s nothing he really needs there, but eventually, he decides they should clean the place out so there’s no trace of him, and Sara agrees.

It looks smaller to her than it had before, and darker inside, like the life has left it. Intellectually, she knows there’s no difference; everything is still where it was last time they were here, but it still feels like it’s changed.

It doesn’t take long to load up the duffel bags they’d grabbed. Leonard didn’t exactly have much, and almost no time has passed before any trace of them really is gone. Sara toys with the disposable camera she brought on their day out. “I need to get this film developed,” she says, placing it in one of the bags. “Gideon can probably do that, right?” She pauses, seeing three separate taped and folded papers near the top of the bag, handwriting almost visible. “What are these?”

Leonard stills next to her, and for a minute, she’s not sure he’s going to answer. “When I knew I might be running out of time,” he says finally, “I wrote letters, for you and Mick and Lisa.”

“Can I read mine?” she asks, then shakes her head almost immediately. “Never mind. I don’t want… It was a goodbye, right? I mean, I’m assuming, since we never got them.”

He nods. “In case he survived and I didn’t, I needed all of you to know how much you meant to me.” He hesitates. “There’s nothing in yours that you don’t already know, but I’d rather you not read it. It wasn’t exactly easy to write.”

Sara swallows and nods, then steps close so she can reach out and touch him. “I won’t read it. Tell me what I mean to you?”

His voice is low when he answers. “Everything.”

***

She gets the film developed when they get back to the Waverider, asking Gideon for prints rather than digital copies.

Sara goes through the photos while Leonard has some beers with Mick, and most of them are actually pretty bad. It’s clear neither of them were trying for quality, and there are a lot of off-center pictures of art and food and birds. She sets aside the good ones, though, because there are some of them.

She thinks Leonard will like the one where she’s making a ridiculous face at the camera, grinning and sticking out her tongue while crossing her eyes at him. It’s a silly enough expression that it overwhelms her disguise.

There’s a photo of Leonard, watching birds fly away from the fountain with an expression just a touch too soft to call a smirk, and with the way his face is turned mostly away from the camera, the prosthetic makeup is less obvious than in the head-on shots. Sara sets that one aside to send to Lisa.

Her favorite, though, is one of the two of them. They’d grabbed a random passerby and asked for a photo in front of the fountain, but Sara had been too busy trying to get Leonard to smile, and when the woman snapped the photo, neither of them were looking at the camera. They were looking at each other.

Everything.

What they feel for each other is so clear in this picture, even before they acted on it, and Sara wonders briefly what they look like together now. Maybe it’s not so strange Lisa could tell they were together.

She finds an empty picture frame and puts the photo inside before setting it near her and Leonard’s bed, then she goes in search of Mick and Leonard.

She finds them where she expects, nearly finished with their beers. “Mind company?” she asks, and they both shake their heads. “You wanna get drunk or you wanna go see if Gideon can play some of that shitty sitcom for us?”

They decide on the latter, and it’s not quite the same as it was in Leonard’s temporary living room; there’s much more comfortable seating, for one thing, and for another, even the worst of Gideon’s screens would blow Leonard’s out of the water. Still, it feels almost the same. Better since it’s by choice.

Sara curls into Leonard’s side—Mick’s the only person they’re comfortable enough to do this in front of—and Leonard wraps an arm around her, and she’s relaxed, but not too relaxed to catch a flying kernel of popcorn in her mouth with Mick tosses it at her face.

“Good catch,” he says, ducking when Leonard returns fire.

They pay attention to the television as much as they bicker, and as rough as parts of the last several months were—she’ll always wish Laurel were around—she feels nothing but gratitude that they’re here now.

“I love you,” Leonard whispers in her ear during a quiet moment. “Just thought you should know.”

She grins at him, letting herself feel every bit of how good and right this is. “I do know,” she says. “I really do.”

#captain canary #fic: do you mind #my fic

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