#if they need to squash something bc it’s hurting him they do it

[daisiesonafield-blog]

het Harries are now spreading rumors that Harry got someone pregnant. It was a het Harrie that made up the story about Harry dating Yan, and now it's all over the media because the tabloids copy twitter and tiktok. He has a fandom of pathological liars. If he gets another beard in hopes that fans and tabloids will focus on that rather than made up stories.. it will start the queerbaiting discourse again. I hope his team is considering all of this moving forward. That his fans will get worse.

I think it’s clear who’s having a baby:

And I’m sure he’d say “it’s none of your business” 🫃🏻

[poppy-metal]

selfish, rotten girl you'd always been and let this caring, fragile, scared little girl you were startin’ to become go - like petals in the wind.

oh and you ATE with that. the hurt/comfort??? i’m literally in awe of your writing and your ability to take the scraps of my ideas and turn it into something beautiful.

i imagine reader feeling so conflicted after the storm because oh my god he was so kind and loving to her but she feels sick because she’s thinking of his girlfriend who has been nothing but kind but also the extremely buried cynical part of her (that thinks no one can love her ever bc she’s sososo awful and rotten) thinks that maybe it’s a ploy. that art was just being loving to her to get her back into his bed, but that thought is easily squashed because it’s art. he has a heart of gold that makes you want to be better than what you thought you could be.

so you do what you have been doing, avoiding him as much as you can. the peach tea being the only moment of connection between you two—the passing brush of fingertips and you ignore the ache that settles in your chest when you feel his warmth. you choke back sobs every night knowing that you’ve ruined that poor boy. and you do what you do best: hate yourself, belittle yourself, break yourself down because you don’t deserve good things or good people. you don’t deserve art donaldson.

it’s the last sunday service you’ll attend before you return home. the plane ticket is booked for friday; your grandma asked if you wanted to stay for longer, and a few weeks earlier, you would’ve said yes. but you need to cleanse this town of you. you need to cleanse art of you. your grandma’s been telling you about that engagement ring he’s been carrying around all month and how he’s thinking of proposing next weekend during the end of summer festivities. “such a shame you can’t stay till then,” she says.

“my parents have found it in them to forgive me,” you respond, “and they found someone who’s willing to marry me.”

ah yes, the big overcast over your summer was the engagement you would find yourself come summer’s end. while your summer was rearing animals, cooking breakfast for the ranch hands, and watching over some of the town’s children while their mamas picked peaches from your grandma’s trees, your parents had been busy schmoozing up and down the east coast, remedying your reputation and finding some brad, chad, or richard the second to marry you off to finally cleanse their hands of you.

you grandma tsked. “you could’ve found love here, dont understand the big fuss over finding you a husband in connecticut. we’ve got some fine honest men here.”

yes you do. in this moment of weakness you steal at art and envision what life would be like with him. would he hold you in the mornings? care for you while sick? play with the children you would bear for him and show them the ropes of ranch life just like he’d done for you many months before. warmth settles in your stomach but quickly curdles when lucy turns around and sends you a wave. you nod in response and focus your attention to the front; the pastor is just beginning his sermon.

atonement. that was the lesson of pastor zweig’s sermon. you rolled the word around in your head as you fried up bacon for the farmhands monday morning. it’s become a ritual. you making breakfast for the 10 folks who help make your grandma’s life just a little bit easier, and while you grumbled the first week, you became a little infamous amongst the town’s women of being the best cook in town: feedin’ their husbands bellies better than they can. at least, that’s what your grandma jokes.

when you place the final plate of buttermilk pancakes down next to the homemade blueberry sauce and the farmhands cheered, you beamed with pride. perhaps you did have the ability to create, to nourish, to be good. art sat at the head of the table, and you caught the little smile on his face, the chuckle that passed his lips at his friends’ antics.

"i will say, your cookin' can make an honest man out of me," patrick jokes. art stills in his seat as you refill his cup. he steals a look at you, but you seem unfazed. no, you seem tired. sick even. but it's quickly replaced with a coy smile that you flash his best friend's way.

"now we all know here nothing can make you an honest man," you joke, "no matter how much your daddy prays and prays." the farmhands break out into a roar.

"and what would you do if i got down on one knee right now? i swear, if it means i get your cookin' for the rest of my life, i'll make you my wife right now, and even give you a few kids too," he says with a wink. you and the farmhands are laughing, but art is gripping his fork.

who does patrick think he is? you're his.

"well it won't do you any good, patrick," you respond breezily, "my parents finally did good on their promise and it looks like i'm getting married by the end of the year." the room falls silent. you let an awkward laugh slip out, "now now, this ain't no funeral. don't people usually congratulate the blushing bride."

art's seeing red. you're getting married?

"well is he nice?" someone asks. art doesn't care if that man won a fucking nobel peace prize; you are his. and he can't believe you. waltzing into his life, ruining him, rendering his emotional state in shambles, only to waltz right out into the arms of someone else? but shouldn't he be relieved? the engagement ring in his pocket burns hot.

"i don't know, haven't met him yet."

"i'm going to go check on the horses," art gruffly says. he leaves behind a whole plate untouched. the farmhands pay him no mind; the youngest taking his plate for himself. patrick smirks into his eggs, well aren’t things getting interesting.

tl:dr art is experiencing emotional constipation! reader is accepting her fate! patrick is,,,meddling? but there’s only 4 days left until reader leaves and allegedly 5 days left until art proposes 🤔 much to simmer, much to cook

originally envisioned patrick as the rich old money new englander who’s equally fucked up and is who reader is engaged then married to and time skip! grandma passes away and leaves behind the ranch to reader and ofc the newly married couple moves there to build a new life away from prying eyes of their families and art is confronted with the fact that you are not his and you have moved on,,,but have you moved on? but there’s smth much more salacious to me (!) about black sheep pastor’s kid!patrick who’s only a ranch hand bc art got him the job as a promise to the pastor to help get patrick on the right track just like he’s been doing since they were kids. patrick who’s aware of the tension between you and art and wants it to bubble over—bc wouldn’t it be fun to corrupt the person in his life whose main job was to make him good? but now both ideas are equally hot and Important to me 🙂‍↕️

also horny thots re: ranch hand!art exist but tbh,,,i’m in my angst, hurt/comfort, plot/character development bag—more to come~

- 🤠

AURRRRR NOT THE ARRANGED MARRIAGE BACK HOME !!

I need them to get into a big fight - like I need art to shout at her with veins popping in his neck yelling at her asking her why the hell she got into his head and twisted him all up in knots when she's just gonna go and fuck off at the end of the summer - get hitched to another man. the jealousy hot in his veins, the possessiveness he suddenly feels foreign to him because he's never felt this way before. not for his sweetheart - never got jealous when patrick flirted with her or anything like that. you're making him feel all these bad things - these sinful things - and you aren't even gonna stick around to take accountability for the damage you've done to him??

need that passionate, knocking the cowboy hat off his head kind of kiss with his hands gripping your cheeks - need that kind of dick that feels equal parts making love as it does fucking - he's touching you in more intimate ways than he ever has before - he's branding you, in a way - marking his territory. making you remember him the way he knows he'll never be able to fuckin' forget you. making you watch how his cock slides in and out - making you tell him how good he's gotten at fuckin', the bull you've trained -

aurrrr ranchhand!art drama save me SAVE ME

[brighteyedbushybrowed]

hi hello i see hc requests are open again!!! would you be able to write about the papas with an s/o that likes to cook and is an incredibly good one? idk anymore, but have a good day!! <3

The timing of me doing this is perfect bc I just watched the Celebrity Masterchef final last night and I have been thinking v much about food and cooking <3 so ty for this request!!!

𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐨

A partner who not only loves cooking, but is also the most talented cook Primo's ever met?

You will never be rid of him. You're stuck with him forever

He's the first to volunteer himself to be the taste tester of new dishes you try out or experiment with

Will supply you with fresh fruit, veg, or herbs he grows in his garden and greenhouse to incorporate into your meals

If you also make cakes, Primo will supply you with edible flowers you can decorate them with

Prior to the two of you getting together, he didn't really each much so now he eats way better because of you

He loves watching you cook and seeing how you prepare food in comparison to his brothers. You have such a passion for what you do that he can't help but be enamored by you

Primo's favourite meal that you've made for him: roasted garlic butternut squash and gnocchi

𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐨

Secondo is another man who didn't eat well until you came along

He's more than happy to take a break from his work to eat a home cooked meal that you've lovingly prepared

In fact, bribing him with your latest dish or recipe is the most effective way of getting him to finish his work day on time rather than working overtime or staying late in the office

Likes to help you cook whenever you're willing to let him do so

He's a pretty good cook himself, not that anyone else would actually know that off the bat. It's something he keeps to himself and doesn't like to brag about

If you've been together for a while, he'll share the odd recipe or two with you that his mother used to make for him and his brothers when they were younger

There's no point asking anyone else if they wanna try a bite off your newest recipes because he will immediately jump in and decide that he's going to have the honour of being the first to try your newest dishes

Secondo's favourite meal that you've made for him: seared scallops with salsa verde and capers

𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐳𝐨

When they say "the quickest way to a man's heart is through their stomach", it's Terzo they're talking about

While Secondo keeps his cookery capabilities to himself, Terzo will boast about his own skills in the kitchen and will often try to help out

You have to be firm with him if you want to do a dish on your own, such as a new one you're experimenting with or trying to learn from scratch

There are no leftovers when it comes to the meals you cook for the two of you. Terzo will in fact go back for second and third helpings even if he's not hungry anymore because he loves your cooking so much

He likes to make fresh pasta with you as a bonding activity and he lets you use it in your meals and recipes

Frequently will make trips to the supermarket for you if you unexpectedly run out of ingredients. There's no way he's letting something like that disrupt your fun!!

Has more of a sweet tooth than his brothers, so he will regularly ask him to make puddings or desserts for him (and will bring out the puppy dog eyes to convince you)

Terzo's favourite meal you've made for him: herb crusted rack of lamb with dauphinoise potatoes and a spinach and basil timbale

𝐂𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐚

Copia is a guy who forgets to eat and take care of himself until his stomach is literally in pain (he's me fr)

So having a partner who is a brilliant cook and will spoil him rotten with fantastic food helps him remember to eat when he needs to and not just when his body is hurting

He is a pasta expert, so he's used to spending time in the kitchen

However, he much prefers watching you cook and bustle about the kitchen rather than cooking himself

The passion you display and the pride you take in your recipes makes him fall even harder for you

A lot of your date nights consist of a home cooked meal for two. Copia much prefers staying in with you and enjoying the food you make rather than going out to fancy restaurants

Always tries to sneak a taste of what you're cooking before it's done and he giggles like a mischievous little kid every time you catch him in the act. It's the most adorable thing you've ever seen

Copia's favourite meal you've made for him: capellini pomodoro with freshly made garlic bread

[funnywormz]

my red dwarf opinion of all time is I full heartedly believe Rimmer could be 200% worse. like yeah he’s a sopping wet loser already but man he could be so so much worse (something something it’s because his drive for power and control isn’t born of any legit malicious intent, but instead an internalized need to be, at minimum, perceived in general and, at maximum, be loved for himself [even if that ‘self’ is a carefully constructed persona and lacks any of his rimmer-ism] something something)

oh yeah anon you're 100% correct! i often dunk on rimmer for being an asshole, and he absolutely IS an asshole, but i don't think he rlly has bad intentions or actively wants to hurt ppl. i agree that his desire for power is more about being loved than anything else. i don't think he'd even know what to do if he WAS put in charge of something important lol. i suspect he would probably just panic a bit once he realised he had to actually advise and care for ppl tbh. i think initially he'd enjoy lording it over ppl but once ppl started criticising him or he had to make important decisions i'd imagine he'd have a breakdown lmao

i mean in siliconia it's revealed that he actively enjoys being a "mindless" servant bc he doesn't have to worry abt disappointing ppl anymore........ i think that any kind of pressure would make him crumble. it's clear that it isn't rlly power that he wants, it's adoration that he wants, just like you said. i mean, lister even calls him out on it in the better than life book lol.

rimmer hasn't received any honest unconditional love from... anyone ever, as far as i can remember (unless you count nirvannah maybe???). his parents seemed to show some kind of affection, or at least favouritism, to his brothers, specifically bc they were mentally and physically talented. i think he took the lesson from this that ppl/his parents would only ever love him if he could be the person his parents had wanted him to be.

the irony of this is that it's the sheer stubbornness he had abt achieving the goals his parents set for him (like attaining officerhood) that make him so unlikeable and insufferable to the ppl around him. he's uptight and hyperfocused on achievement and avoids hobbies, socialising and relaxing bc he doesn't want anything to get in the way of his goals, and that makes him completely unpalatable. any creativity or sentimentality or gentleness he has was either squashed out of him by his parents or suppressed by himself.

he lives inside this construction of what he thinks a man should be like. but it's not him, and everyone else can tell that, even though he can't. it's the lack of sincerity that makes him unlikeable, when it's a habit he took on BECAUSE he wanted to be loved.

i think it's all subconscious, like if you asked him abt this he'd either be confused or vehemently deny it. but i do believe that at the root of his character there's just... a desire to be loved. he does confess to it himself in "thanks for the memory". it's very clear in ace as well, a man who is clearly generating a persona for himself in the hopes that it'll make ppl love him. like most aspects of red dwarf, rimmer is funny on the surface but deeply painfully tragic if you think abt him for too long.

ANYWAYS SORRY this is basically just a more verbose annoying version of what you said lmao. the point is that i completely agree anon. he's so awful but so pitiful and sad it's hard NOT to love him despite the fact that he frustrates me so much sometimes i wanna pull my hair out lol

[anamenooneowns]

Healed

A/N: hi! i've started watching the OBX and i wanted to just write something platonic for rafe bc i feel like a lot could have been prevented if this kid just had love in his life, lmao. uh, so previously this was with the reader as him mother but i'm changing it to just be a woman who is his stepmother and black. anyone can read this though.

Warnings: light talking of animal abuse, talk of therapy, she/her pronouns.

This is entirely platonic.

IN WHICH: Rafe is Loved.

-Coming into Rafe’s life when he was starting to go through his issues at ten. He wasn’t stupid, he could see that his father was focusing more and more on Sarah and less on him

-So what did a young kid who wanted his father’s attention do? He tried harder. He tried harder because trying harder must have meant he just wasn’t doing enough in the first place. He stopped playing video games, studied 24/7, read books in his free time, took care of four year old Wheezie and of seven year old Sarah

-His stepmother saw how desperate he was for approval. Waiting for even just a splinter of a bone, like a dog, to take away and nurture secretly from everyone else’s eyes

-She also realized that when he saw good things weren’t getting his father’s attention, he turned to bad things… really bad things

-Starting fights, locking Sarah in places like the basement or closet if she got on his nerves, telling Wheezie scary stories that made her too afraid to leave her bed and gave her nightmares she couldn’t sleep from, catching him outside one day torturing a poor stray cat that was always near the house by pulling its tail until she found him

-Rafe was still wary of her: the stepmother. Maybe not as wary as he was filled with pre-conceived notions. She had to think he was just a nuisance, an annoying boy who got into shit and was just acting out and being a spoiled brat. Rafe saw nothing meaningful in being a child because the adults around him were always staring at him like some big disappointment, whispering condolences to Ward as if he had died as a kid. That it was just a phase and when he was older it would stop

-That was where Rafe’s desire to become a man had blossomed, until she stepped in and squashed that bullshit right in the bud.

-She opened her heart to Rafe in a way that scared him. This had to be a trap. What did she gain from being so nice and sweet? Brownie points with his father because she was a good step-mom? A good reputation among the other parents for stepping up for these motherless kids?

-He responded the only way a wounded dog could. By biting.

-He was nasty and rude and mean in a specific way branded to her. Hitting where he felt it would hurt the most, wanting–needing–to drive her away because he knew if he didn’t then he’d have to face the most painful truth of all

-That someone loved him

-And she did love this precious boy. This ten year old boy who was a maelstrom of pain and hurt and anger and confusion and a bone-aching loneliness that she swallowed for him with every smile, every defense of his actions, every meal, every ruffle of his hair, and every unsaid ‘I love you’

-The early grieved childhood of Rafe Cameron turned around with the help of one woman who made being a kid have value again.

-She was incredibly patient. Soon, very early mornings became ones of meditation for her and Rafe, silence befriending both as them as they sat outside on specific, comfy pillows to start the day. Incense in the air from fragrances like lavender and vanilla to frankincense

-Rafe never thought himself to be the creative type, but he shyly found himself really enjoying pottery with her. Painting too

-He liked the idea of being able to make whatever he wanted and give it new life and redo it if he made a mistake

-He loves listening to old-school R&B and Hip-Hop with her while doing it. He has one of those reversable plushies so if it’s smiling then he wants the session to be a talking one, if it isn’t then he doesn’t want to talk but it can change mid-session too

-Rafe also never says anything about it, but he adores her curly hair and she only knows because she caught him trying to peek discreetly at her while she was doing the last braid of the row she was on

-He’s so sweet and shy too, telling her that he likes the products she uses because they smell really good and just quietly watching her do the rest

-As Rafe grows older, it’s clear he’s changed a lot but she actually forced Ward to do something about this disconnect that she sees he still has. Rafe isn’t a bad kid but he still doesn’t see that when he does certain things, they hurt people’s feelings, and his empathy isn’t fully there 

-Rafe initially resists it because his thought process is ‘they think I’m crazy’ until he actually attends with her–for support–and really enjoys it

-Rafe is kinder to his sisters and is more like a big brother now, bothering them by going into their room for no reason, messing something up, then leaving

-Rafe is always in the kitchen when she is, watching her cook and helping too at her gentle instruction

-Rafe’s best friends have been Topper and Kelce his whole life but with her intervention, he finds himself not caring at all about ‘Kooks vs. Pogues’ similarly to Sarah and I see him not choosing to be friends with them anymore because he doesn't want to become the same rotten apple. You know what they say-one (two) rotten apples spoils the whole barrel.

-Healed Rafe is completely about protecting his peace. This kid meditates, drinks tea, has been learning to not react impulsively, and is super responsible

-Rafe actually going to college and not just fucking around with Ward's money and doing drugs, all because someone saw him and helped him instead of just watching him drown

-Rafe chooses to head to college outside of the OBX and North Carolina in general to just get away from it all and on the last day, all moved into his dorms in NYC, he hugs her tightly and for the first time in the decade she's been in his family he says, “Thank you, mom, for–for everything, okay? … I love you. Sorry I didn’t say it sooner.”

-There’s a lump in her throat as she hugged her son, her baby, and just held onto him a little tighter

“Don’t apologize, baby. I already knew.”

[randomwriteronline]

Krakua thoughts... Krakua thoughts? Krakua thoughts. Krakua thoughts

Since thinking of human!Krakua as albino ive decided he cant see for SHIT. my boy can distinguish Colors and Vague Shapes and that is IT. He can read only if he squashes his face on the tablet or someone reads out loud. this does mean that the details he finds important and the physical descriptions he gives are very funny tho. like Axonn is "very wide, big hands, silver-red-black", Mazeka is "small, goes vroom, white-grey", and Jerbraz is "noisy"

Speaking of Jerbraz, hes the one Krakua is usually assigned to when Helryx decides to send him on a mission. Partly bc they get along fine, partly bc Jerbraz has a sort of "least likely to hurl the boy through the roof by accident" babysitter feeling about him, partly bc who can sneak better into places than a permanently invisible guy and a dude who can just Not Make Sound

Also Jerbraz is easily Krakuas fav member of the order. Like a large fucked up invisible cousin who can and will kill for you if you ask him nicely

Second favorite is Axonn. Big hamds comforble. Perfect to nap in

He used to be incredibly soft spoken due to Loud Sound Will Kill Us All but has since grown into speaking at varying volumes between normal and deafening, though if greatly distressed he will go back to barely perceivable whispers

I do think he absorbs all sound all the time as a reflex, at least in part to avoid fucking Dying (sound cant hurt him in the lethal way it used to when he was a matoran anymore but you know, the trauma of everyone he knows dying due to loud noise might have left some lasting impact. Just guessing). He doesnt get overwhelmed by the build up of elemental energy bc hes constantly making noise purposefully or not so hes in a sort of feedback loop where he supplies his own noise to absorb so he can make more noise etc etc

He loves being around people! People are mildly terrified of him. It doesnt help that hes very sneaky and will show up Anywhere uninvited no matter how krakua-proofed one makes the place. He crawls in like hi guys what are we doing :D and everybody else has a heart attack

I cant get over the idea of him meeting Jaller and being so immensely excited about finally having a chance to experience a sonar so he can replicate it that hes just like BLAST ME BLAST ME BLAST ME (sonar blast) (the worst 15 seconds of his life) OURGHHHHH OK IM GOOD DO THAT AGAIN (sonar blast) (another properly horrendous 15 seconds) AURGHRHHHHHH and Jaller is like "can i stop" and Krakua goes NO ANOTHER TIME IVE ALMOST GOT IT (sonar blast) EIURGRAGURGHHHHHHHH

I may have mentioned it before but Krakua is fucking brutal in combat. Sparring with members of the order could kill a weaker being very easily and he refuses to tone the intensity down in actual fights because hes learned the best enemy is the one whos knocked out cold on the ground where they cant bother you anymore! He's been taught to try and not kill whenever possible since hes still a Toa and not technically fully affiliated with the order, but they do still need to get their hands dirty so he has full permission to torture, scar, threaten, gravely injure, break, debilitate or overall traumatize opponents if he deems it necessary or useful. You can see why other people might be scared of him

Also bc i think of him often being all up in peoples faces due to shit eyesight, lots of excitement and very poor socialization i for some reason have imagined him all over that boy like some kinda lovestruck siren. Third time his captain of the guard charms strike. Bitches love a man who can never die correctly ig

Flapper girl. Thats it thats the thought

Related to that, a fight with him is like a rhythm game in hell. Its a rhythm game for him bc hes hitting every clue flawlessly. Its hell for his opponent bc theyre getting beaten within an inch of their life

In somewhat direct relation to the above, he should also have Something going on with Tobduk. I dont mean friendship or romance or rivalry or mentorship i need something more sinister. Its about their similar backgrounds and trauma and their place so strangely close to Helryx's side. Some kind of grim feeling between them, like a sense of terrible inevitability. You will be me. You will become me. You already are me. It pervades everything when they're in each others presence. Tobduk finds some kind of cosmic irony in it. Krakua doesnt like it. They speak of it in long uncomfortable silences, mental shields rendering the Suletu's powers null, and it's very unpleasant.

His staff should be hollow so he can play it like a didgeridoo. Imagine being in a fight with some willowy kid and he pulls his staff to his mouth and a loud wooaoaooo sound just fucking crushes you against a rock. Thatd be baller

I think he has. Some mildly morbid thing about destiny. He doesnt really have a duty nor unity so instead he leans hard into the third virtue and more specifically the whole "there is an unavoidable reason for why everything happens" aspect of destiny, because it makes terrible things like the mass murder of his village and the possible repeat of that situation with the Order of Mata Nui (if you interpret him becoming "the lone hero of a besieged island fortress" as all other members but him dying) more bearable. Maybe once he meets his destiny he will just wait to die, because what needed to happen happened and he has no purpose anymore. Maybe he will be caught in a loop where his destiny keeps fulfilling itself over and over, because he keeps seeking out the requirements to fulfill it whether hes conscious of it or not.

[martianmoon]

Sam and Max: It Feels Like I’ve Forgotten Something

HEY GANG are we ready for round two?!!

this is a continuation of my last piece featuring my version of the boys!! except less hurt, more comfort this time :) i really wanted to try writing from max’s perspective since i find it harder and bc i think we get a lot of this series from sam’s pov, so it was nice to push myself!!

premise: “sam has a nightmare about the events of 305, max is there to listen and comfort in his own way”. this was partially inspired by @bitterartregret‘s art which you can find here! it hit me right where it hurts and i love the idea of them soothing each other after 305, so i just had to put my own spin on it :)

rated T for Trauma LOL

🐶❤️🐰

Max is jolted awake by the sound of screaming.

At first he isn’t sure if it’s his own - it wouldn’t be the first time, given the last few weeks - but his throat doesn’t feel raw, and he isn’t sweating, which means--

Sam!

He’s hopped from the top bunk and into Sam’s in seconds, trying to squash his fear long enough to shake the man awake. “Sam, Sam! Wake up, Sam, it’s okay, it’s okay! I’m here, you’re okay!”

“Max,” he gasps, and in the sliver of yellow light cutting through their curtains, Max gets a glimpse that makes his heart sink. Sam’s fur is matted, eyes unfocused and heavy from what must have been a night of restless sleep. When he finally rouses, the man squints at him, then slumps into his arms with a haggard sigh.

Max catches his weight, ignoring the pang in his chest. “Hey... hey, ya big fussypants. It’s okay. It’s okay.”

“Did I wake you?”

“Who, me? Nah, I was already--y’know, I was--”

“I’m sorry, Max,” Sam croaks, and he sounds so defeated that Max wants to rip something apart.

With some effort he eases Sam back down, pulling the covers up and over and pointedly ignoring the look the other man shoots--just in case it’s something he can’t--can’t--unwrap right now.

It must be obvious, even in the dark. Before he can think of anything to say, Sam reaches out for him.

“...would you mind--would you stay?”

Max bites his own cheek, hard. His voice still comes out an octave higher than he’d like. “Stay? With... with you? Here?”

Sam nods, unreadable. “I think--I think I need it.”

It kicks a predatory part of him into overdrive: the urge to hurt, to destroy whatever’s making Sam so obviously miserable. He knows it’s pointless - Sam’s nightmares aren’t something he can just sink his teeth into and tear to bits - but that white-hot instinct to protect runs as deep as his blood, and bubbles just as close to the surface at the tone in Sam’s voice.

“S-sure,” he says as evenly as he can, slipping in beside him. There isn’t much space, in the single bunk, but the gap between them still feels as wide as a chasm.

Sam chuffs, a fond thing. “You can come closer, y’know.”

Closer... like it’s nothing, like they do this every night. A twist in Max’s gut says Maybe him and his Max did.

I’m his Max now, jackass, he glowers. It helps when he feels Sam relax, just a little, as he shifts towards him.

They’re silent, for a while. Max busies himself by listening to Sam’s breathing--not only to make sure he isn’t falling into another bad dream, but also to calm his own nerves. Behind closed eyes, he imagines what someone else might think of them--not quite cuddling but near enough that it’s obvious they’re more than friends... perhaps still getting to know each other, or maybe this is their first time sharing a bed--

It stings, unexpectedly. He sighs.

“...Max? You still awake?”

“Yeah.” His eyes flutter open to find Sam watching him, and he blinks. “S-still awake. You okay?”

Sam shakes his head. “Not really. That one really shook me up.”

“...you wanna talk about it?”

He watches Sam weigh the idea for a long moment. He looks so serious, and it suits him, but Max knows that look: one that promises this could go either way - and he would never push, but after weeks of feeling through the uncertain space between each other, of awkward silences and missteps... he isn’t sure he can take much more pretending.

“...yeah. Yeah, I--I think I do.”

Relief SNAPS like a wire spring inside him, and he stiffens, sure that Sam must feel it. Don’t say anything, just don’t--don’t mention it. He forces himself to relax. “O-okay, okay, you--uh, you just go ahead. I’m all ears.”

Sam’s soft snicker makes him grin, in spite of everything - still got it. Max thinks there might have been a joke there, before, a quip along the lines of ‘you sure are, little buddy’, but for now Sam’s gentle amusement is enough, more than enough.

“God, where do I start...” The man blows a hard breath over Max’s cheek. “Guess I can’t expect you t’listen to all the gory details...”

“Are you kidding?” Max snorts. “After everything, now you’re gonna worry about, what, my delicate sensibilities?”

“Shut up, Max, you weren’t caught up in the middle of it all, before!”

“Sam,” he scoots closer without thinking, cupping the wolfhound’s cheek. “I can take it. Just--trust me.” He feels the man swallow, a faint rise-and-fall beneath his palm, and it takes everything in him not to bite down there. Instead, he gives him a gentle nudge. “C’mon - what happened?”

There’s another long pause, and Sam sighs again. “You... you were there. Not--y’know, not you you, but--”

He doesn’t finish, but he doesn’t need to. Max knows who he means, tries to ignore the spike of jealousy that hits at the thought; this isn’t about him, it’s about Sam, and he’d said he could take it. With a soft huff, he asks, as mildly as he can, “Somethin’ bad happen to--him?”

It doesn’t quite land the way he hoped - Sam’s lips purse disapprovingly, eyes falling closed.

Panic. “W-wait, Sam, please, I--”

“Yeah. Yeah, he--there was fire, and everything was dark... I couldn’t even really see him, it was all covered in--in ash, and blood. Felt like I was choking on it. Then a great ugly pit opened up and just--swallowed everything. Him.” A pause. "Me."

Max stares, an uncomfortable feeling pooling in his gut. “I--I’m... I’m sorry, Sam.”

He hates how small his voice sounds. Fury, molten and dark, grabs him by the throat and burns, and suddenly it’s all he can feel, that liquid hate. Hate for how the feeling of ‘other’ still hangs over them, for what it does to Sam on nights like this. Why’d you have to go and die, huh? He seethes. Why’d you have to--just look at him! He can barely function without you, and I’m stuck here in the middle when he oughta be mine and I can’t--I can’t fix it--

“Max.”

“Auagh!” Max nearly springs out of bed, held down by the weight of Sam’s arm falling over his hip and the look that comes with it.

He swallows. “Er, I--my bad, I was--”

“Just... hold still for a sec, would ya?”

It’s not really a question, but feels... important. Their eyes meet over the pillow, and Sam doesn’t blink, so neither does he. Gently, so gently he almost swears he imagines it, Sam’s thumb moves over his heart and just... rests there. It’s firm, and warm, and Max doesn’t count the minutes they stay like this... but when Sam finally moves, it’s to stroke there, once, before settling back at his hip.

Red-faced, Max shivers. “Uh--”

Sam smiles, slow. “Just needed to feel it.”

‘It’--Max’s heart. His heart. The implication makes him dizzy for a moment. Not yours... mine. He wriggles closer, voice soft. “I keep tellin' you, Sam... I’m right here.”

This - the need for reassurance, the concern over his safety - is familiar to him. Patience isn’t one of his stronger suits, but Max will always oblige, in moments like this... even if he’d never admit it out loud. It makes him feel... toasty, something he’s grown to associate only with Sam, and even if they are from entirely different worlds, universes apart, the joy of knowing how alike they are, how much he still cares... Max can’t describe it. He thumbs over Sam’s cheek, his jaw, eyes half-lidded even as his heart races.

Could be a heart-attack, he muses, derailed suddenly by a kiss pressed against his forehead. Startled, he grabs a pillow and hits Sam square in the face with a WHUMP.

“Max! What’re you--what was that?!”

“I don’t know, you surprised me!”

“You--jeez.” Sam rolls onto his back, laughing, and Max feels his face heat. “You crack me up, little pal.”

It takes him a second to parse why the words hit so hard, flopping down to hide his face when he does. It’s really... him. It’s really you, Sam...

“Quit thinkin’ so hard, I can smell burnt toast.”

“That’s just your old age, smart-ass.”

“We’re the same age, Max.”

“Yeah, well--” He rolls onto his side to see Sam beaming at him, fumbling through a sudden swoop in his belly. “You--I--ugh.” Nothing, and Max has never felt so good about it. He grins back, sinking into the pillow. “Hey--betcha you’ll get wrinkles before me.”

“Oh, sure. But you’re gonna go hairless, first.”

It’s playful, and stupid, fills his chest with butterflies. Max rolls onto his side, grumbling happily--then freezes when he feels Sam spoon up behind him, breath warm on the nape of his neck.

“S-Sam?”

“Mm...?”

A heartbeat’s pause. He smiles. Closes his eyes. “...nothin’. Night.”

Sam’s own smile is right there, in his fur. “G’night, pinhead.”

[shaanks]

we talk a lot about my favourite bastard man Doffy but i dont think i know your opinions on Rosinante 👀

Chibsssss hello bby!

Please listen I have so many feelings about Rosi (altho I mostly call him Cora bc like. Law reasons asdlkfjasdf).

Dressrosa spoilers ish ahead so if you're not there yet, avert thine eyes (I'll tag also):

There's a lot about like. He and Doflamingo's childhood, and the decisions their father made, and the way their lives diverged and converged and ultimately diverged again that makes me really crazy. The degree to which Cora believed--and knew--that his brother was deeply dangerous, even from a young age, the way he was willing to step back into a very damaging arena to do something about that, the way he spent his entire life forever trying to do good, to be good, while having to squash and hide those parts of himself just. Kills me.

The way he immediately knew tiny, dying, horribly wounded and deeply angry little Law just needed someone to fucking help him, after what he'd been forced to live through. the way he got so deeply, righteously, progressively angry with every doctor that looked at a sick child and ignorantly refused to help. Like. Crying real tears over a sleeping little boy bc he knew how much pain the kid was in. Because he knew how bad it hurt to be a scared little kid forced to be so much older than you were.

I love that Law, who pretends to be so cold and detached, wears the evidence of that love all over him, how he's warm and good and cares despite all his best attempts because it's hard to be loved so deeply and not turn out that way. idk.

I get a headache thinking about how good he was, and how doomed he was, and how deeply every step of his life impacted everyone that knew him, for better or worse.

I love Cora lmfao.

As a character: 1000000/10

As a guy I'd wanna hang out with: 10000000000/10

Ask me my opinion about OP and I'll answer 100% honestly

[gl00mxstar]

TW Vent (ig???)

Ignore if you don't want to read/can't stand it this stuff

First off all when I finally went to sleep two days ago suddenly my "dad" came in and told me "mom" is coming soon so I barely got 2h of sleep. Then ofc she just had to pretend she cares. She gave me some sweets for children's day (and bottle of advocaat mmmm yes children's day yum) honestly I'm surprised she bought stuff I like and not some random shit she thinks I like as always and wanted to take me and her husband's son out for pizza and to play tennis or something. Idk why. Maybe she thinks that after abusing me for my whole life she can make me forget about it if she gives me some gift and asks once in a while how I'm doing.

Then next day I stayed up writing and drawing too long again and when I wanted to go to sleep "dad" says my cat gave birth in shed at night. Yet another cat's birth I couldn't be at. I borrowed one of my catbeds to my "aunt" and since I didn't have anywhere to put them in I went out to my old house to collect it.

I walked dehydrated in sun, slightly sleep deprived with my whole body shaking and hurting a lot just to see her in outside (???) clothes and for her to say "she wanted to bring it but my dad hung up on her before she could say it" I pet all of her cats including the my own that ran away (idk if it's bc he's sick and wants to be in old house in case he's about to die or for no reason at all cats sometimes act odd). I went back and when we finally could move her inside.

She acted normal while in shed nursing both her kittens that were alive and seemingly healthy but when we moved her inside the house she didn't want to stay. She left kittens alone in catbed and was just standing at the door to let her out. "Dad" told me to just move her back to shed but I know it's probably a bad idea. There were flies flying around them (I didn't find any eggs or larvae on them thank fuck), rats and chickens have easy access here (I saw them chase adult cats, they didn't do anything yet but newborn kittens would be easy food for them if she left them unattended and I don't want to risk it happen), also chicken droppings, shed is generally not clean and previosuly mentioned flies. She also not a good mom and she should be watched while she's near kittens last time she squashed one of them with her own body and leaved them unattended. I'm surprised but glad that she at least cleans them. When I told him that we can't leave her there he just laughed at me and said he doen't care and they'll be fine. For some reason he favors one of my cats over the others even his own one, he spoils her, lets her do anything she wants even walking on the table but he shoos away and sometimes even yells at rest for wanting to lie on him or sit near the table and ask for food he's eating (not even actually stealing the food or trying to just them sitting there annoys him)

When I left her inside the house and finally went to sleep I slept for 9 FUCKING HOURS (it's bad for me to sleep long) I like half and hour before midnight I wanted to get up but I was lying in the same position the whole time so my leg was hurting too much for me to get up so I turned to other side for 3h. When I went to get breakfast (is it breakfast when it's almost 3am? idk) I saw that door was opened in room where I kept them. They weren't there. That fucking bastard probably moved to shed despite what I was saying before. I say probably since I can't even go and check on her. My body shakes and hurts too much for me, it's hard to get inside even when you're healthy, I don't want to risk falling down the stairs like I almost did multiple times in the past. I can't pet her or see if they're even in there bc of him.

I know I should get her spayed, I couldn't do it the first time bc it's really expensive no matter where I looked, luckily not long ago place where I live offers to cover half the price and I'll take her to get it done, I just need to talk with "mom's" husband so he can drive me there (it's pretty far to get by bus and I've never been there so I just know I'd get lost)

On top of that my friend leaves me on read despite her saying to write more, idk why I'm really worried about her. I hope her bf didn't somehow find out she ratted him out to me for being abusive asshole and just bc she's tired or wanted to write back later and forgot

[evansbby]

“this book is so good and the themes are so apt and the author is a genius and I don’t know how to explain this so it is overwhelming me” type of feeling//

You’re literally reading my mind rn because this is exactly how i felt!! Like I remember after reading tbosas again a few months ago, I just sat there on my bed staring at the wall for like 10 minutes because I didn’t know what to do with myself😭😭 I wish I could go back and read it for the first time tbh. But I absolutely LOVED Lucy, and I felt so bad for her, you have no idea😭 My baby deserved better. I legitimately cried when I was nearing the end of the book because I was also so delusional, telling myself that Snow and Lucy would have a happy ending together when I KNEW that Snow never deserved her and that he was so toxic. I do think Snow loved Lucy at some point but he thought he was weak for loving her, and that BROKE me😭

And don’t get me started on Sejanus because I’ll start crying again if I think about him. I literally cried for like 10/15 minutes bc I felt so bad! Shit was so intense I could feel it in my chest. I still don’t know how Snow could betray him like that just for power, especially after making Sejanus believe they were best friends since they were kids. Props to Suzanne Collins on how she described their relationship because I bawled my eyes out reading about his death, and especially his last words💔💔💔

I have to stop myself otherwise, I’ll start ranting and then I’m going to cry thinking about the last 100 pages or something😭😭 But do you also just feel this pang of hurt in your chest everytime you think about Lucy or Sejanus because my heart hurts for them. And just this overwhelming feeling of betrayal. I can’t😭😭😭

(Also thank you🩷🩷 Exams are stressing the shit out of me but thank god it’s done now🥲 I legit almost started crying when I was walking to the lecture hall)

-🌺

No please now I’m getting emotionally invested all over again 😭😭

Sejanus WAS Snow’s best friend, whether Snow wants to admit that or not. Snow always inwardly hated him but based on his behaviour towards Sejanus, he was literally the only one who acted like a friend to him (up until the end… when you really think the two of them have bonded low-key despite Snow inwardly still scorning him… you still think they’re sort of bffs now… and then the betrayal is so awful and hits so hard 😭😭🥲🥲)

I’m literally the same as you! After I finished tbosas I just started at my wall and my heart hurt so much 😭😭 bc how could a person be SO CRUEL??! To the girl he loved no less??? The whole third act is so cute like when Snow and Lucy reunite in the meadow??? The same Katniss and Peeta meadow??? 😭😭😭😭 I thought it was so cute and ugh!!! The parts of Lucy and Snow in district 12 is my fav part of the whole book!

But also… it’s crazy how possessive Snow was in his narration. Always calling her “his girl” and just AHHHH I really thought she could change him 😭😭😭😭😭 and their first kiss 🥲🥲🥲 BUT IT WAS NEVER REALLY LOVE FROM HIS END, JUST A NEED TO POSSESS HER AND I HATE THAT! Bc I low-key think a part of him truly loved her and he squashed that out bc he thought it made him weak 😭😭😭

And yes I do feel the pang of hurt when I think about those two. That whole book’s last part makes me feel sick.

I URGE ANYONE WHO HASNT READ TBOSAS TO PLEASE READ IT!!!

[trkstrnd]

I’ve always kind of wondered if Carlos did something accidentally bad as a teen/kid to someone (ala Serena from GG) and the person he fucked up with is out sniffing around and Carlos has to tell TK bc now they’re in danger.

this is my favorite fanfiction trope.

not really it’s /one/ of my favorites but i digress bc hooooooo boy i really like the idea of this because i can see it being like that kid from the end of season two of og u know the one with the bombs who squashed buck’s leg under the truck.

like that mixed with the energy of what judd did to his friend 🥺

i say all of this because i truly believe carlos could never hurt someone on purpose but that’s just my characterization of him. he overthinks everything and overanalyzes his choices and it makes sense since he had a dad like gabe, so i’m thinking mayhaps???? feral ex?????

i do not know no no but i’m hoping for juicy angst (of the physical variety i need no more emotional angst ever okay)

[nickfowlerrr]

pretty when you cry - chapter nine - bucky

series masterlist / chapter ten

*originally posted to @bellareadsandrecs on 04/23/22*

pairing: dark!biker!bucky x curvy!reader (dark!soulmate au)

warnings: 18+ ONLY. toxic relationship. bucky is bucky so 🤷🏻‍♀️. talks of violence? uhm i can hardly remember what i wrote but i don’t think there’s anything that needs an explicit warning. if you find i’m missing something, please let me know.

words: 4.8k

notes: i actually kind of hate this lol but it’s okay bc better writing is coming.. hopefully lol. just get ready bc chapter ten is gonna be fun. also! just want to clarify that this isnt a justification for everything or like anything he’s done. it’s from his pov so it’s just supposed to show how bucky is actually seeing things in regards to their relationship and as we all know this is a dark!bucky so yeah :) as always, feedback is more than welcome. thank you for reading and reblogging and commenting. i love each and every one of you. 💘

This is a DARK series!!! Please proceed with abundant caution.

He knew that he wasn’t going to be able to stay too much longer. Hell, he wasn’t planning on staying at all once they had that lock replaced. The only reason he brought Steve and Nat along in the first place was because they were heading to the shop together, they all needed to be there. They needed to get everything ready for the meeting they were having tonight. Needed to be sure everyone knew where they were going and what they were doing before Stark showed up.

They hadn’t met the man yet, they only knew of his father, and while he had helped Bucky and Steve out of a jam a long while ago, that didn’t mean they were going to just blindly trust this guy’s son. They needed to be prepared for anything. It could be a setup or a sting or an ambush for all they knew. He spoke about wanting to make a business deal, to set up a “mutually beneficial” arrangement between them and Stark Industries, which, admittedly, sparked their interest, but trust wasn’t something that came easy to them. Especially in their line of work. And though they made good money on their business, it was still cautionary when said proposal came with such high rewards. They needed to be on alert - which was why Steve kept fucking call.

But in all honesty, this meeting was the last thing on Bucky’s mind. His focus was solely on you. Like it always was, like it had been since the first night he saw you. When he felt you get upset that morning, he immediately told Steve and Nat to head out and that he’d meet them at the shop in a while. That of course, did not happen but he certainly wasn’t complaining. Even though you were fighting, because when were you not, he was able to be close to you. And even more, he was able to really be with you again. He was starting to worry that you’d never willing let him touch you like that again.

So when you started moaning his name as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, he felt like the luckiest son of a bitch in the world. He could have stayed there between your legs all day. Be with you all day. Just being able to listen to you in such a state seemed like a blessing. One he knew he didn’t deserve. But, what you had said before was right, Bucky was a selfish man. He couldn’t just let you go. And he knew you needed him just as much as he needed you, that’s what he was counting on anyway. Selfishly, he convinced himself that he was just trying to do what was best for you. That he didn’t want you to feel the hurt that would come with having known your soulmate and then having to live without them. Deep down, though, subconsciously, he knew the truth.

You’d live even if he wasn’t in your life, no matter how strong this connection was, he knew you were strong enough to be okay. He wasn’t though. He knew he wasn’t strong enough to lose you. Though maybe you’d be better off for it… but that thought was brutally squashed in his mind as soon as it attempted to pop up and make itself known. That couldn’t be true. No. He needed you and you needed him. He loved you and you loved him, you had to.

He knew he had fucked it up but he was sure he could fix it. He could make it better, make it up to you. He’d give you anything you wanted and everything you needed, no matter what he had to do to accomplish that. Because he would do anything for you.

When you agreed to dinner, he really felt like he was making headway. And when you let him touch you, taste you, see you, so intimately, he thought he had you.

And then you came out of your room wearing way too much clothing and avoiding eye contact with him, and he could feel your nerves. You were stressed, yet again. He tried to lighten the mood but you didn’t respond to it the way he expected. He thought maybe you’d be annoyed and scold him but all he got from you was a closed, almost timid response. He felt his heart clutch at that but ignored it. It was when you recoiled from the slight brush of your knees against his, that he couldn’t help but scoff. The twinge of rejection ran sharply through him but he tried to brush it off. He deserved it, knowing he had made you feel a thousand times worse when he left you alone, crying in your bed that first night.

He still didn’t know why he had said what he did when he was leaving you. Well, he did know. He had wanted to hurt you. He didn’t want to feel the way he was feeling for you. He thought it’d help, to force an end, despite how harsh it was. As if the act itself wasn’t fucked up enough, he just had to make it worse. He just didn’t think through what his words would lead to. He didn’t know what he was doing. He felt the pain and hurt and degradation you did as he was leaving, but refused to truly acknowledge it. That would be something he’d regret for the rest of his life. That whole night was. You deserved better and he wanted to give you better.

But he couldn’t go back in time and undo all the damage he had done. So he’d keep trying to make amends now. You were his and you were going to be together, like you were supposed to be, so he figured he’d just keep trying. Because you getting away simply wasn’t an option, but he didn’t want you miserable forever, either. You had to give in eventually. You’d forgive him eventually, wouldn’t you? He was sure you wouldn’t be able to resist him forever. Not when the pull to one another was so strong. He certainly couldn’t resist it. He couldn’t forget you, couldn’t shake you. He had tried once and obviously failed miserably - epically. He really couldn’t imagine how you kept trying. He wasn’t that bad, was he? Was he really so unlovable that even the one person guaranteed to love him fought against it?

Maybe he was. And maybe he deserved it. But it didn’t matter all that much in the grand scheme of things. You were meant to love him and you would. He finally felt like he had found the connection he was looking for his entire life without realizing it. And there was no way in hell he was going to let you slip away from him. He just couldn’t. He needed you more than anything, more than anyone. He felt more like himself when you were near. More human. He couldn’t admit it, his self consciousness wouldn’t allow him to open up to you, not yet, but - he just wanted you to look at him and see him. To reassure him he wasn’t truly the monster he had been made into - the one he had shown you. He selfishly wanted you to comfort him the way he desperately needed, though he never realized. He needed you to love him.

So when he started telling you about him, his life, it felt like coming home. Allowing you to know him more, you asking him questions, the silent tears you shed for him, even thinking he didn’t notice… it made him feel like he was worthy of the care and affection he hadn’t received since he was a kid. Now, he never meant to share so much with you so soon. In fact, he could have lived happily without you ever knowing what he really went through. The only person who knew the whole of it, the only one he ever felt close enough to talk to, was Steve and that was hard enough to share with him. But this, this just slipped from his lips so easily when you asked him so timidly about his arm. He felt completely comfortable and at peace with you listening to him he didn’t realize how much he was sharing.

He was upset at first upon really realizing he had just told you about it all. But after a minute, he thought it was for the best. You knew now. He wouldn’t have to go into it again. And you seemed to care. And he needed that. But then…

Then you told him to go.

And his heart felt like it was being squeezed so tightly, it was like you were trying to disintegrate it in your hands. And his heart was in your hands, you held it completely, whether he wanted you to or not. Whether you wanted it or not.

He felt like you had just slapped him across the face, but he was sure even if you could have, if you had, that wouldn’t hurt this much. You had to be kidding. You certainly didn’t sound confident in your words as you spoke them. And that made him feel the slightest bit better. But not enough. It wasn’t enough because you still asked him to go.

He didn’t realize how hard he was gripping the plate in his hand until it shattered and scared you. He felt bad for half a second before his indignation took over. He was hurt and angry and though you had rejected him over and over before, this time was different. He had shared so much with you, and it felt like you saw him. You saw him and then pushed him away again. You saw him and decided that you still didn’t want him. That wasn’t an option though.

He was too upset to notice that the pain he was feeling wasn’t all his own. You were feeling it, too. But Bucky never really showed his hurt. It always came out as anger, because that was easier.

He didn’t fully realize what he was doing, he was just reacting. He needed you to understand, you couldn’t deny this anymore. There wasn’t anyone else he needed and that had to be the same for you.

When you told him you deserved better than the love he could give you, it sent him spiraling. Because the love he was giving you was more intense and potent than any kind of love he’d had before. He was giving you his best. And it wasn’t good enough. He’d never be fucking good enough for anyone but especially not you. And the heartbreak he felt at that realization was quickly covered by his anger and utmost confidence he had in the fact that you and him were made for each other. No matter what either of you thought, you were the best for him and he would always be the best for you. There wouldn’t ever be another option for either of you.

When he had your neck in his grip, though you struggled to get away from him, he didn’t sense any real fear in you. Like you knew he wouldn’t be able to truly harm you. All he felt was heartbreak and rage. It was coming from both of you. And then you struck a second time. Aiming straight for his heart once again.

“I don’t need anyone’s love, certainly not yours,” you had seethed through tears, desperately wanting to believe it.

Again he was reminded that you were just like him, deep down. You really didn’t want to need anyone. But you did. You needed him. And yet, despite that obvious fact, you still wanted to defy the fates. To object against your fated connection. But he felt the longing that you did, too. And he took in your tears that you couldn’t hold back because of how much your heart was breaking against your stubborn mind’s relentless fight against him. And he felt confident again. He was right, he did have you.

Though you tried to put as much distance between the two of you as you could in your small kitchen, he knew what you needed. Even as you shoved him and flinched away from his hand, which admittedly, hurt him, he didn’t relent. Because you needed him.

You were breaking down right in front of him and, honestly,… he loved it. You being so vulnerable in front of him was one of his favorite things. You weren’t much for vulnerability, that was easy enough to gather, but you always opened up so easily around him. Maybe because his presence was like a vice around you all the time, but it didn’t matter. All that mattered was you showing up fully to him and that he was there to hold you and be witness to your emotions.

This was exactly what he meant. You needed him. Maybe it wasn’t fair that you were fated to such a bad man. A fuck up, a monster. But, you needed a bad man to keep the other bad men away. You were so fragile. So sad. But he’d protect you. He’d help you feel better. So what if it wasn’t fair, you were his.

Even as you cried out how much you hated him, he knew you didn’t mean it. You were rightfully upset, and he wanted to calm you down again but he couldn’t help but to take advantage of your fragile state at the moment.

“You’ve ruined my life,” you had muttered as you slid down the wall trying to catch your breath as you sobbed.

He couldn’t let you keep fighting anymore. It was hurting you too much. And selfishly, it was hurting him, too. He knew he needed to get through to you for real this time. And he had plenty of experience in threats and manipulation. He knew exactly what he had to say and exactly which buttons he had to push on you. This had to work. You had to realize that fighting him would only lead to more pain and suffering.

He really wouldn’t be able to hurt you even if he tried, but he had no qualms about doing whatever he needed to whoever he had to if it meant you’d stop resisting and just be with him. He really was running out of patience.

When you looked at him with your glossy, pleading eyes, he felt himself relax again. And then he started to feel a little bad. But he just wanted you two to be happy. The hopeless romantic he had been as a kid was showing up again, whenever he thought of you, whenever you were around. He just wanted your happily ever after. You were just making it so damn difficult. But no matter what, in the end, he knew like you did, that you were it for each other.

You cried that you wanted to be alone, but he didn’t want you to be. And he knew you shouldn’t be right now.

So he held you, and as you tried to fight out of his hold, he just held you tighter to him. You said you hated him again, but he knew you didn’t. And you knew you didn’t. So you cried even more with your head in his neck, legs wrapped around his waist as you sat in his lap on the floor. He soothed you as you cried and while he was comforting you, your warmth and weight on him was comforting him as well. He was caught up in your scent and the feeling of your arms wrapped around him while he ran his hands down your back and nuzzled soft kisses into your hair. He could almost forget everything that had just happened if it wasn’t for your tears that he could feel on his skin. He hated making you cry, but he loved being able to comfort and hold you like this. He loved you so easily and so completely it was like he had been doing it for a lifetime. Everything felt right when you were in his arms.

He eventually took notice of the darkened sky outside and knew he had to go. So when you gently shoved away from him once again, he let you go and moved to stand you both up.

He didn’t want to leave, especially not when you were still obviously upset, but he had to meet up with Steve before they had to meet Stark, and he had taken long enough as it was.

After your bitter storm off, he reluctantly left your house and made his way to the shop on his bike. He felt your hurt at his departure, and it almost made him turn around and head back to you. But he knew he couldn’t.

Tonight was either going to be a cause for celebration, a boring let down, or a brutal confrontation. No matter which, they had to be ready. But if it did go well, and promises were kept, Bucky had big plans for the two of you. He had a whole future planned with you at the center of it all. So although he felt bad about leaving you alone and hurting yet again, he was sure that he wouldn’t be doing that to you again.

When he pulled up to the shop, he was met by Steve, Nat, and Sam talking in the garage.

“Look who finally decided to show up,” Nat teased with a smirk.

“Yeah, how thoughtful of you to join us, Barnes,” Sam said.

“Where’s everyone else?” Bucky asked, ignoring them.

“They’re all exactly where they need to be. We’ve got Thor and Val down the block, Loki and Wanda are on the outskirts, Scott and Peter are in town square and everyone else is scattered all around. No one’s getting in or out of town without us knowing about it. We’ll see them when they come in and if anything goes down, they won’t be getting out.” Steve said confidently.

“Good. And you two?” Bucky questioned, staring pointedly at Sam and Nat.

“We were just on our way to the gas station,” Nat motioned with her head to the station way down the street. “Close enough to get here quickly if we need to, far enough to not make Stark feel like we’re surrounding him.”

Bucky nodded, while looking around the shop. “I think we’re ready for him.”

“Call us if you need us - we’ll be watching the cameras on my phone, but ya know just in case,” Nat said, shrugging her shoulders as she walked toward her bike. “Catch you in a bit.”

Sam followed behind her, leaving Steve and Bucky alone.

It was quiet for a moment before Steve went to speak, but he was stopped by Bucky before he could.

“Not a fucking word about her or I swear to god, Rogers,”

“Hey, I don’t need you sucker punching me again, dick, I was just gonna ask how things went,” Steve laughed, holding his hands up in front of him.

“Can we focus on this meeting?”

“Oh, now you wanna focus,” Steve prodded.

Bucky looked sharply at his best friend. “Look, I know I’ve been acting differently, but.. she - she’s different. This is different. She’s not just some girl. I know you don’t get it, Steve, you think I’m losing it, but I’m telling you, man, she’s the one.”

Steve looked sympathetic for a moment before he responded. “I don’t get it,” he agreed. “But I know you. And I trust you. So if you say she’s different, she must be,” he said sincerely. “Kind of a crybaby if you ask me. So sensitive, but I mean, she’s your soulmate not mine. Not my problem,” he joked.

Steve’s joke reminded him of the state you were in when he left you and he felt uncharacteristically anxious. He just wanted to get this meeting done with and get back to you.

As if on cue, they received a text from Wanda alerting them that a couple of Stark SUVs had just driven into town from the city not too far away. A couple minutes after, Thor called Steve and let them know that they had just passed them a block away. As soon as Steve hung up, headlights started to shine into the open garage.

Bucky and Steve stepped back as the black SUV entered the open space as the other two cars parked outside the shop, one on either side.

Once the vehicle was parked, the back driver’s door opened to reveal the man they had been in talks with. Tony Stark climbed out of the car and walked confidently up to Steve and Bucky, hand held out to shake both of theirs in greeting.

“Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers. Tony Stark,” he said as he shook their hands. “Well, I’ve heard a lot about you two, I’ve gotta say. Not even been here a year and you’re already at the top of your game, aren’t you. Ran Hydra right on outta town, staking your claim, terrorizing innocent civilians,” he joked.

“We didn’t terrorize anyone. Those were some punks from some shitty wannabe gang trying to be tough. Thought if they fucked enough shit up in our name, we’d be taken care of. But that obviously didn’t happen. We’ve got connections where it counts here,” Steve told him.

“Sure, sure, but that’s not completely true is it? The not terrorizing anyone bit? From what I’ve heard-,”

“I don’t give a fuck what you’ve heard. The only people getting terrorized around here are the ones who deserve it. We don’t need to draw attention to ourselves anymore than we normally do by fucking with random people for the hell of it. We’ve got a business to run here,” Bucky made clear.

“Business, yes. That’s why I’m here,” Stark began again, seemingly ignoring Bucky’s obvious hostility. “You’re no strangers to getting your hands dirty, though. Bloody, even,” he said as if wanting to be sure off the bat that they were willing to do so if needed without explicitly asking out loud.

“We do what we have to when we have to.” Bucky said, his tone alone threatening. Stark just nodded his head before continuing.

“I’m very interested in this business you’ve got running here. And I’ve got a hell of an offer for you.”

“We’re listening,”

“Now I want to preface this by saying I know you owed my dad a favor, big time, but I don’t want that to have any affect on your decision on this proposal,”

“Wasn’t planning on it,”

“Ha, good,” Tony chuckled. “So. I’ll cut to the chase, it’s clear you’re not a fan of pretense. I’ve got some inventory I’m looking to sell, but I’m having a hard time getting approval on the legal front. It’s getting in the way of my business, I’m sure you understand. What I’m looking for is a business I can run things out of. A front, if you will. That’s where you fellas come in. I buy this quaint little shop of yours, it’ll become a part of Stark Industries. You’ll still be working out of here, repairs, detail jobs, whatever other services you guys offer here, but all your equipment, any parts you need, all the tools, everything will be delivered by and for Stark Industries. And when you get those shipments in, sometimes you’ll get some other things that will need to be delivered to buyers. Off the official record, of course.”

“You’re going to be selling illegal “inventory” and we’ll essentially be your delivery men?” Steve asked.

“Preciously. You’re a sharp one, aren’t you,” Tony quipped.

“What’s the inventory,” Bucky asked.

“Weapons, mostly. I’d give advance notice on any delicate deals, of course. Or if it’s a special shipment. You’ll really only be receiving information about the shipments from me or Banner. You’ll meet him soon, I’m sure. Great guy, I think you’ll really like him, anyway. This isn’t necessarily small time stuff. But I’ve done my research on you. You’ve got the experience, expertise, and man power behind you to make me confident that you’re the guys for the job. I’ve had an eye on your operations for a while, so when you left the city, I was a little disappointed, but when I found out you had just moved out here, it was like everything was aligning perfectly. This shop is far enough away to avoid interference plus you’ve got half the police force here basically eating out of your hands, so I’m not worried about any snooping around from them,”

“And what do we get out of this, again?” Steve interjected.

“Well of course, we’ll have to go over all the specifics and the ins and outs of everything but uh- essentially, a fuck ton of money. For both of you and all your people. You’ll be living the good life. Anything you want or need, as long as you do your part, it’s yours,” Tony said nonchalantly. “So how’s that sound to you guys? Fair? Easy enough, right? We’ll just need to sign some papers, I’ll have it all sent over and we’ll wire you the money for the selling of the shop. First deliveries would start in a couple of weeks but we’ll meet up again before then to really iron everything out.”

Bucky looked over to Steve who looked to him at the same time. They nodded in union before responding.

“Sounds like a deal,” Bucky said, causing Stark to break out in a grin. He clapped his hands together and stepped forward, moving to shake each of their hands once again. “Then it’s a deal,” he said triumphantly. “Everything is all typed up, we’ll get the papers sent to you in the morning and then you can expect the first wire transfers to your accounts by the end of the week. I’ve gotta run, have to get back to the city for a dinner but we’ll be in touch,” he rushed out while checking his watch and walking back toward the suv that was waiting for him before he climbed in. “The wife is waiting for me and if I keep her any longer she’s gonna have my head. You have our contact information, give us a call if you have any questions about the papers. Talk soon.” He said before shutting his door.

Bucky and Steve watched as the three SUVs drove out and headed back out of town and in the direction of the city.

“That went well,” Steve said, sounding almost surprised. Bucky chuckled at him and was about to respond before his phone started ringing. The caller ID showed that it was Sam and he assumed he was calling because they saw Stark leave.

“Yeah, you’re all good to head back over now,” Bucky said as soon as he answered the phone.

“Well, that’s good timing,” Sam began, “that means you can get over here, then. Someone you might want to see.”

“Hu-what are you talking about?” he asked, confused.

“Y/N. She’s here right now. Just pulled in. She looks flustered, like she’s in a hurry. She’s tryna get out of here fast. I don’t know what’s goin’ on, but I thought you’d want to know.” Sam explained.

As soon as your name left Sam’s mouth, Bucky felt every muscle in his body tense. Why the fuck would you be there? It was nearly 9pm on a Sunday, you didn’t have anywhere to be. His mind instantly started to race with reasons why you might have gone there and he didn’t like any of them. The one that made the most sense, the obvious one in his mind, was that you were leaving. Trying to, anyway. Trying to leave town. Trying to leave him. And that wasn’t going to happen.

He felt like he was about to completely crush his phone in his hand. He tried to take a calming breath but it didn’t help in the slightest.

“I’ll be right there. And Sam,”

“Yeah?”

“She doesn’t leave that goddamn parking lot until I get there, we clear?” He nearly growled.

“Yeah, I think we can handle that.” Sam said before hanging up.

Why would you do this? To yourself - to him. You couldn’t leave. He’d make sure it wouldn’t happen. He wouldn’t let you go.

And after this little stunt, he’d make sure you wouldn’t get the chance to again. He didn’t say anything to Steve as he went to his bike and started it. The only thing on his mind was getting to you. He was sure Steve had heard the conversation anyway. He headed straight for the gas station that was just a few minutes away, straight for you.

[cat3ch1sm]

🐢| hey guys, happy mother's day!! i woke up and decided to hurt y'all pika simps personally and wrote an angsty sad fic abt kurapika

enjoy bc i definitely did not cry writing this

It was quiet in the cemetery, the only sounds being the gentle breeze in the trees and the soft chirping of fluttering birds nearby. Total isolation- most of the time, being alone like this would have calmed Kurapika Kurta, allowed him to take breaks he was very rarely given. The colorful flowers blooming around him as he sat in the grass and the sweet, dewy early-morning scent added to the soothing ambience of the place- it almost made him forget that there were bodies, hundreds of them, rotting and dying and decomposing just beneath the green grass he sat on now.

Almost.

Now, however, Kurapika just felt empty. He didn't feel at all comforted. He felt as if something was eerily off, although he knew there wasn't.

Kurapika hadn't been to visit the graves of his clan in a shamefully long time. After he had buried every last one of them himself, at an age no more than around thirteen, he had been so consumed with rage that it hadn't occured to him to do and mourn them properly. Perhaps it was the closure he didn't receive that fueled his fury as he blindly stuck down everyone who dared impede his mission to murder the Phantom Troupe and recover the eyes of his family. And then he'd grown occupied with his job, and everything had just piled up to an overwhelming point- but of course, Kurapika didn't dare let this be known.

He thought about them every day. There wasn't a single second the Kurta Clan wasn't on his mind. But whenever he tried to recall the blissful memories he'd made with them before, the only thing that came up was the macabre image of the corpses of his friends, his companions, eyes brutally harvested from their sockets and blood splattered all over every inch of their cold, gray bodies.

If Kurapika were ever to go insane, it would be that memory that was responsible.

Every time he thought of the name Kurta, he thought of the beaten corpses with their missing eyes; many of the bodies' faces were still contorted into the horrid expressions they'd worn when they had realized they weren't going to live any longer.

Pairo's face had looked like that.

So had his mother's.

It had become physically painful to remember it at this point- Kurapika had to fight the urge to vomit whenever he recalled it.

Kurapika had never been one to express how he felt about his past except his ongoing quest for vengeance. It had all been shrouded with anger, fury, pain, rage, despair, and all he could do was suppress it- every day, another piece of him vanished, and Kurapika was losing the energy to fight it. As much as he despised himself for even thinking it, he was getting tired of it all.

He was all alone- and he wasn't even able to rely on himself completely anymore. He was losing himself every day, descending into miserable madness.

Well, now he'd just made himself feel worse.

Normally he would have squashed the thought immediately. But now that he was completely alone... he wished someone would comfort him.

Kurapika wanted to be held and told that everything would be okay.

But, as he realized every day, there was nobody to do that anymore. There never would be ever again.

He missed his mother so much it hurt.

Kurapika could hear her sweet, gentle voice now, whispering to him that it would be alright someday. They would meet again soon. But for now, she would say, he would have to keep fighting. For her and for Pairo.

I know you can do it, she'd say with a smile that could light up an entire night sky.

"But... I don't know if I still want to," Kurapika whispered aloud, hearing his own voice break. That was something he hadn't heard in a while. He had no idea when was the last time he cried.

Instinctively, Kurapika bit his lower lip roughly, trying to regain his composure. But he realized there was no need to.

A single tear slid down his cheek as he finally dropped his head, bouquet of baby pink blossoms in hand as his shoulders began to shake in utter despair. Kurapika was so tired of being angry, so tired of being hurt, so tired of being in pain. An alarming red haze had already clouded his vision, and his eyes were burning. No new sensation there.

Closing his stinging eyes, hot tears flowing steadily down his cheeks, he tried to imagine his mother holding him as a child, rocking him back and forth as his head rested on her chest, whispering over and over that everything was okay. She would understand. She might ease his pain, if only for a little while.

But she wasn't here.

Kurapika opened his eyes.

"I miss you." Kurapika leaned forward, the tip of his nose touching the cold tombstone and pink flowers sprouting around him, petals tickling his skin through his black suit. His eyes rested on the inscription on the tombstone- it was only her name.

"I love you, Mama," he whispered as a tear fell from his chin down onto the grass in front of his mother's tombstone. "And I wish you- I wish you knew how badly I want you here."

Quivering only slightly, Kurapika set his bouquet of flowers in front of the stone before sitting up and letting out a shaky exhale, his tear-streaked face as stony as ever.

"Happy Mother's Day."

[deathxwalkerxx]

All for you

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff, Fem reader

Warning: Just pure fluff!

Summary: Anonymous asked:

heyy may i request one where natasha gets injured during a mission, maybe like injured ribs or something and then she gets put on bedrest at the compound and reader just taking care of her (telling her off to rest when she tries to do anything physical, giving her the prescribed medication, watching a movie w her in bed, etc.) just general fluff bc natasha needs some love 💕 thank u!

A/N:  thank you so much for sending this in!! You’re right, Natasha needs some love!!

You were at your workstation when you got the call that Natasha had been hurt on her mission. You were quickly collecting your things telling your boss that you’re done for the day before running out of the room. You called for a taxi and asked it to take you right to the compound. You knew her work was dangerous, and you knew there were times where Natasha would come home with just cuts and bruises. This was the first time that you had been called for something like this. It wasn’t often that Natasha had gotten badly injured, not like this. Your heart was pounding in your chest, your left leg bouncing up and down in the back seat of the taxi cab. The driver was trying to have a conversation with you, but you weren’t interested. You just stared out the window, your mind going to bad places. What if she died on the table while you weren’t there? Steve had tried to explain to you her injuries but you weren’t listening, you just hung up your phone and rushed your way over to the compound. You knew that she wouldn’t have gone to the hospital, not when they had one right there in the compound. Their security knew who you were as you spent most of the time here with Natasha.

 It was nice, getting to know the Avengers, the first time you met all of them though you were worried that they wouldn’t like you. Natasha assured you that it was absurd how could they not like you? She had asked you, and you remember that you shrugged the question off, not wanting to really say the words out loud, because you knew that Natasha would tell you that it was silly. Not that she downgraded your insecurities, but she squashed them, reminded you of how amazing you are, how if you could get an ex assassin and spy to fall in love with you, then you could get anyone. And she was right, they loved you, treated you as one of their own. You weren’t an Avenger, and you didn’t want to become one. You’d rather be Natasha’s safe place to fall when she came back from missions. You were her safety blanket, and right now you might be too late to get to her. You rushed passed everyone, and ran straight for the medbay. Your heart hammering hard in your chest and your eyes were brimming with tears which you allowed to fall to your cheeks, when you saw her. Her abdomen was bandaged up, and you could see that she was finding it hard to breathe a little, but you still ran to her side, her open arms waiting for you as you gently wrapped your arms around her neck, holding onto her tightly.

“I told him not to call you.” You hear Natasha whisper, but you were shaking your head that was resting in the crook of her neck, your lips pressing a warm kiss there. “I’m glad that he did. I was so worried.” You say before you were pulling back to look at her face and then down at her stomach. “That’s why I didn’t want him to call you. There is no point worrying, because I’m fine. Just a few broken ribs, nothing to be worried about, baby girl.” Natasha says, and then she was moving to sit up a bit more, and you only moved because you thought you were crowding her, and that she wanted some space but once you saw her swinging her legs over the side of the bed, you were shaking your head and moved to place her arm around your shoulders, and you could see the look in her eyes when she turned to look at your face and you just shook your head, telling her there was no room for arguing about it. You helped her out of the medbay and moved with her toward her room, where you were guiding her down onto the bed. “Don’t do this,  Y/N.” Natasha says to you, making you chuckle softly as your lips press to her forehead. “Oh I’m doing it, lover. And you’re in no room to argue about it. I’m going to look after you. And you’re going to let me, because believe it or not. You deserve to be looked after. So let me do the honors of looking after you.” You say to her now, as you fluff up her pillow a bit so she could sit up, and then you were pulling the covers over her body. “I’m not used to this.” She admits to you now, and you were sitting down on the bed, taking one of her hands in your own, your thumb brushing across her knuckles. “I know. And I’m going to make it my life mission to make you used to this.” You whisper to her, before you were leaning over to press a soft kiss to her lips. “Now, you’re going to need medication, and food to take them. Can I trust that you’re going to lay right here without moving from this bed?” You ask, your eyebrow raising at her a smile playing on your face. 

You’d never be hard on her when she was hurt like this, knowing that she wasn’t used to it, that wasn’t her fault you knew this. She just needed to know that someone would always be here for her, always be here to take care of her. “You can trust me. I thought we established that.” She says making you chuckle as she begins to fidget with the duvet that you had placed over her body. “Right. I trust you, Natasha. I just don’t trust the fact you won’t rest when I tell you to.” You say to her, watching as she groaned loudly at your words. “I promise to stay right here. Scouts honor.” She said as she was raising her hand up. “You’re no scout, put your hand down.” You tell her as you move toward the door, leaving it open just enough so you could see inside of it. You still didn’t trust that she’d keep her promise. Natasha hated staying in bed for more than five minutes, she got restless, so you knew she would get restless now. You move toward the kitchen, taking the medication that the doctor had prescribed to Natasha, and then you decide to make her a sandwich. You didn’t want to stay out here too long because again you didn’t trust that your patient would stay in bed so you didn’t want to be out here too long. “Nat. I swear to God, if you’re moving around in there, I will tie you down to the damn bed.” You call out to her, your head turning to see that she was in fact standing in the doorway. No one else could hear her movements, but you made sure you could. You always listened out for her, even with her silent steps. The thing with Nat is, when she doesn’t want to be heard, she goes very quiet, way too quiet, and that was how you knew she had moved out of your bed, because she had been way too quiet. “I just. I missed you.” She starts and your eyes flicker to see Wanda walking in now, and you shook your head taking the medication bottle and moved toward Natasha. 

“Wanda, can you do me a favor? Can you make this one a sandwich? I can’t trust her enough to make it myself.” You say to the witch who was nodding her head and trying to hide her smile. She enjoyed seeing you able to render Natasha into submission. She was a badass, Wanda would give her that, but seeing her shift her weight from foot to foot, seeing the way she would bite at her bottom lip like she was a child getting scolded, it always amused Wanda. “Thanks.” You say before you were wrapping your arm around Natasha’s back, and leading her back to your room that you share with her, and then you were once again tucking her in. “You’re a terrible patient, you know that?” You ask her as you then move toward the television cabinet to grab the remote so you could turn it on as you get comfortable with her. “I really did miss you.” You hear her say, which has you scoffing lightly before you were putting on the first scream movie. “Don’t hurt me, Natasha. You just didn’t want to be curled up in a bed.” You say as Wanda walks in with a tray of sandwiches, and some orange juice. You thanked her as she laid it on the bed, and then walked out of the room once more. “Eat so I can put these pills into your stomach.” You say making Natasha chuckle, though she does as she is told, curling up gently at your side, hissing softly because of her broken ribs. “Baby. I swear.” You say which earns a soft chuckle from Natasha. “I’m just trying to get closer to you.” She admits to you and you’re wrapping your arm around her shoulder now, gently pulling her close as you press a kiss to the top of her head. She was still eating, and you were grateful for that. “The pills will ease some of the pain. If you watch this movie, and continue to eat, can I run you a bath? It’ll help.” You whisper to her, you really wanted to take care of her, and make sure that she wasn’t going to be in any pain. Of course you weren’t a doctor, and you’ve never had injuries like these before, but you knew the basics. A warm bath would help that. 

“I’ll stay. I don’t like upsetting you, so I’ll stay.” She tells you and you were nodding your head and pressing a kiss to her forehead before you were moving out of the bed to walk into your bathroom so you could run her a bath. Ever since you both started dating, you had been sharing this room. It was Natasha’s at first, but then gradually most of your stuff moved over here, your shampoo, toothbrush, clothing. It was all here. It happened gradually, but that was your relationship with Natasha. You both never asked each other out, it just happened, you were friends first, you began to hang out a lot, after your work, after hers. Sometimes she’d come over and hang with you before you headed off to work. And then one night while you were both curled up on the couch a kiss happened. Neither of you are sure who initiated it, perhaps the both of you initiated it, then sex had happened, and before you both knew it, neither of you were seeking out anyone else. It was always just the two of you from then on. The ‘I love you’s’ started, but neither of you labeled anything, because it was never anyone else’s business. She had introduced you to her family, and you introduced her to yours. Though yours despite what Natasha tells you, is the messiest out of the both of your families. Hers were secret agents, while yours, were just fucked in the head. She still was happy to meet them. You fell in love with her more that day than you had any other. You were humming to yourself while the bathtub was warming up. You peaked your head out the door and saw that Natasha was still in bed and still eating and you sigh softly to yourself before you headed over to her. She ate all the sandwiches and you chuckle softly as you pick up the pill bottle, placing two in your palm and you were picking up the glass of juice and then sitting close to Natasha, giving her the pills so she could place them in her mouth and then you were bringing the glass up to her lips, your eyes telling her to humor you and she let you help her. 

Then you placed the glass down on the bedside table, taking her hand in your own you gently helped her out of the bed, and helped her move toward the bathroom. Since she couldn’t bend you helped her out of her shorts and panties, and then helped remove her top and bra. You unwrapped her bandages and your eyes burned seeing the bruising on her skin. “It’s okay, baby girl. I’m okay.” She whispers to you now, her lips pressing to your lips before you were nodding your head and you were helping her into the bath now. You heard the hiss that escaped her, and you were gently placing yourself behind her, hands running up and down her thighs now, doing your best to ease the tension in her body. “I know it hurts, but it’ll get better.” You whisper to her now, your lips pressing softly to the tip of her ear and then you are nuzzling your nose into her hair, breathing her in deeply. “You’re amazing, you know that?” She asks you, and you hummed softly as you continued to run your fingers up and down her thighs, before gently grazing them over her bruises, trying to ease the stress that was under her skin. “You’re the amazing one, Natasha. Risking your life, your body to protect people you don’t even know, people that don’t care for you.” You whisper to her, feeling her body relaxing you move your hands higher up her ribs so you could run them up and down her arms now. You could feel her breath shallow, and you knew that she couldn’t sleep in this tub, the water was going to get colder, and it was going to hurt her muscles more if she began to tense again. “Baby, we need to get out of the tub.” You say as she hums softly, indicating that she was slowly stirring awake. You help her out of the tub now, drying her off, and putting her in her pajamas and back into bed. The pills were making her tired. You knew this, and so you carried her toward the bed, laying her down gently. While she slept you rewrapped her bandages, making sure they weren’t too tight, but just tight enough that she wouldn’t jostle anything inside of her if she moved. You laid down beside her, the movie had finished so you put on the second one just for background noise. You smiled as Natasha moved herself to practically lay on top of you. You made sure that she wasn’t hurting herself in her sleep, but she seemed content enough for now. This was how your days usually ended. Natasha laying on top of you while you ran your fingers down her back like you were doing now. You always fell asleep when you were sure that she was asleep and that wasn’t changing now. You fell asleep lightly though, because you didn’t want to go too deeply in case Natasha woke up in pain. 

You didn’t even need to ask her what happened on the mission, because she wasn’t upset about it, she was just sore. The second movie had finished by the time that you had woken up, and you didn’t feel the weight of Natasha on top of you. That had your eyes shooting open and you were sitting up in bed, but smiling when you saw her still sleeping, she’d just rolled over away from you. You leaned over to press a kiss to her temple, before crawling out of bed to get her a glass of water, and then moving back to the bed. “Baby, I need you to wake up. It’s time for your meds.” You whisper and you smile when you heard her mumbling something that you didn’t understand. “You can sleep after you take them, I promise.” You whisper as the third movie started to play which had Natasha rolling onto her back, so she could look at the tv. “How many movies does this franchise have?” She mumbles as she sits up a little, with the help from you, because you didn’t want her hurting herself. “I’ve got you. And I think about four, but I could be wrong on that. This is the third one.” You tell her as she was taking the pills and swallowing them down with the water you went to get her. “And it’s just a guy in a mask killing them?” She asks you which has you shrugging your shoulders. “I guess. We didn’t watch the first one, or the second so maybe they changed the MO a little I’m not sure.” You say before you were placing the glass of water on the nightstand, and then Natasha was curling up next to you once more. 

“Why does he want the same girl? Or is it the same killer?” She asks, and you could only smile at the questions. “Want to restart? I can get Wanda to get us popcorn, since I still don’t trust you getting out of bed.” You tell her now, which has her pouting. “I wish you would trust me.” She says making you chuckle as you checked the time and saw that Wanda wasn’t awake right now. “I would if you hadn’t gotten out of bed when I told you not to in the first place.” You say to her, though you also knew she wouldn’t make it through the first movie, not with how these pills knock her out. “Fine. One last chance. Since Wanda isn’t awake anyway.” You mutter before you climb out of bed, and got the popcorn. To your surprise Natasha stayed in bed, and she also was still awake when you came back in. Maybe she wasn’t so tired that the pills weren’t working, but at least they were taking her pain away. “Oh look, the stubborn spy can do as she is told.” You say making her push you lightly, not wanting to upset her injuries even more. “Shut up.” She says before she was taking a handful of popcorn and her eyes trained on the movie that was starting. “Why wouldn’t they just shoot him? He’s only running around with a knife, right?” She asks you, making you laugh softly. “Not everyone has a gun, and not everyone wants to murder someone.” You admit, as you were taking a handful of popcorn also. “You better not dress up as this guy on halloween, or we are not sleeping together again.” Natasha says to you, making you press a kiss to her temple and then to her lips. “I’d never do that. Especially since sex with you is on the table.”

[falcqns]

Hi i have a request like a Chris Evans x reader and like the reader clean they’re house and chris have this book that he put like important stuff and the reader put that book on their coffee table and proceed to clean and when chris got home chris took a shower and find his book and he ask the reader and the reader said it was in the coffee table but when chris check it wasn’t there and chris got all mad bc it’s important and the reader said she will buy him a new one but chris said i will never be the same or something like that and chris stormed off and a few mins the reader saw the book but dodger have it he was ripping all the pages and stuff and the reader and dodge go to the shops and buy a new book for chris and when they got home chris was already there still mad and the reader gave the book to chris and the reader say something like “I know you said its not gonna be the same but I bought you a new one bc dodge kinda uh play with it” something like that and the reader apologized you can do whatever you want there, pls end it with a happy ending thankyou!

better than the original

pairing: Chris Evans x sensitive!Reader

warnings: angst, mentions of a DDLG relationship and little space, but no actual DDLG in this one, fluff, super sensitive reader (aka me, I cry over everything)

a/n: kind of a part two to "wrong person"?? readers not little in this, but its in the same universe!

you thought he would have been appreciative of you cleaning the house while he was on set, but to your surprise, he got mad.

"where's my book?" he asked, looking around the living room, disregarding all the work you'd done.

"I'm sure it's around here somewhere." you said, helping him look for his favourite book and trying to ignore the upset feeling in your stomach at the way he ignored the clean house.

he rounded the couch, and you heard him exclaim. "oh for fucks sake." he said, before storming off towards the bedroom. you furrowed your brow and walked around the couch. you sighed when you saw Dodger chewing on it, and ripping out the pages.

"Dodger! No!" you said. you took it away from him and placed it on the counter before going after Chris.

"we can always get a new one," you offered, but you knew that was the wrong decision when Chris turned around.

"that's not the fucking point, y/n! that was my favourite book, and even if we replace it it won't be the same!" he said, and he slammed the bedroom door shut behind him.

you felt tears coming to your eyes. you were insanely sensitive, and Chris knew that. he knew better than to yell at you, because you would start crying and wouldn't stop until you he assured you over and over that you weren't in trouble, and he wasn't mad or disappointed. you understood that he was upset, but it still hurt that he got mad and yelled at you, when you clearly didn't mean it.

you walked away and back to the living room and sat back down on the couch, where you remained for the rest of the night, your tears never ceasing. you were just trying to help, and show him you could be a good girlfriend and eventually wife, but instead you made him mad, and angry at you.

you spent a cold and lonely night on the couch, shivering from the cold that the knitted blanket couldn't block out, not wanting to anger Chris any further by joining him in the nice warm bed upstairs. just the thought of the bed made you eyes well up again, wanting nothing more than to cuddle up to him.

eventually, you woke from a restless slumber, and your tears retuned when you remembered that Chris was still mad at you. you glanced over to the book that still laid chewed up on the counter, and decided to go and try to find him a new one.

you stood up and grabbed your wallet and car keys, before leaving the house with Dodger on a leash.

you drove into town and found the first bookstore you could find. you walked in, and your eyes lit up when you saw they had just gotten a new shipment of them. for $15 you could get the regular book, or for $25 you could get a signed copy with a bookmark. you thought about it for a moment, but decided to get the signed copy, even though it cost more.

you paid for the book, and made the quick drive home, hoping that the book would put Chris in a better mood, if his sleep hadn't.

but, when you walked in the door, you knew that wasn't the case. the door shut behind you, and Chris came barrelling into the room.

"where the fuck were you?" he demanded, and your eyes widened. "ive been calling your phone, only to find out that you left it here, while you left, with my dog, might I add, to god knows where! why the fuck wouldn't you tell me where you're going? do know how stupid and immature that is?" he yelled at you. you tried to will yourself not to cry, but it was useless. he stood in front of you, eyes dark and face red. to you, he looked terrifying, and you wanted nothing more for him to go back to the nice Chris you thought he was.

tears slipped down your cheeks as you handed him the bag and Dodgers leash.

"I-i'm sorry. I k-know how much that b-book meant to you, a-and I just wanted to r-replace it so y-you won't be angry w-w-ith me anymore. I-I got the s-signed one to-o. it comes w-with a book mark. here-s your d-dog." you said before running off trying not to cry even more.

you ran into the bathroom, and to the linen closet where you had your little hideout. you climbed in and shut the curtain behind you, and let the tears come. you could feel your headspace approaching but you pushed it away.

you'd upset Chris, and he probably hated you for what you did. you knew that the book you bought could never replace the original, but you thought he would have liked it. you took Dodger with you because he needed some fresh air, and he loved going into stores with you.

you just wanted to prove you could be a big girl! that's all! he was really mad at you last night, so you knew even if you were little, you wouldn't get the care that you needed, so you pushed through and remained big for him, but even that wasn't good enough.

you don't know how long you sat there and cried your little heart out, but soon you heard Chris entering the bathroom. he took a seat somewhere and started to speak to you.

"y/n, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have gotten mad at you like I did. you didn't deserve that. you worked so hard on cleaning the house and I didn't even acknowledge it because I was focused on a book. I should've let it go when it happened because its a book. I was wrong. it can be replaced. the one you got me is so much better than the other one, and I love that you got it for me. I shouldn't have yelled at you. you're insanely sensitive, and you were probably already on the verge of tears when you came in the house, and me yelling at you was not the right thing to do. I could have asked you calmly where you were going, instead of getting angry." he explained. he waited to see if you would say anything, and when you didn't, he continued speaking.

"and I'm sorry for saying that Dodger was my dog. he's not. he's ours. you take such good care of him, and I know you were only entertaining him because I was still asleep, because your such a sweet girl. I'm so sorry baby." he said. you sniffled, and slowly crawled out.

you walked over to him, tears still pouring down your face, and leaned against him. he immediately embraced you, and rubbed your back as you cried.

"I didn't mean to make you mad!" you sobbed, and Chris shook his head.

"no baby. you didn't. I could never be mad at you for something like that. you're okay. i'm not mad, i'm not disappointed. you're not a crybaby, its okay to cry." he recited like he always did, squashing all your fears before they could even enter your head. he lifted your head to look in your red and swollen eyes.

"have you stopped crying since last night?" he asked, and you shrugged your shoulders.

"n-not really." you said, and Chris sighed sadly.

"c'mon. let's go back to bed for a little, it's still early." he said, and you followed him into the bedroom.

you drifted off less than a second after your head hit the pillow, and had a peaceful sleep knowing that Chris wasn't mad at you.

[diavolosthots]

A lot of hcs have the brothers reacting with violence against any demon that hurts mc- how do you think they’d respond if mc was like.. REALLY uncomfortable with that? Either bc mc thinks that the demon should have a chance to learn from their mistake, or bc they’re scared when the bros lash out like that, or whatever reason.

God i love the violent protective headcanons so much because it truly captures their demonic natures and, in my opinion, how demons are with their chosen mates buuuttttttttt..... Yeah i can see how some people are uncomfortable with that

Warning: mentions of violent thoughts/some like... Tight gripping, but no actual, full on violence

THE BROTHERS reacting to MC being hurt by a demon and wanting them to have a second chance/being scared (??? Idk that’s the title I came up with, fight me later if it doesn’t make sense now.)

Lucifer:

His first instinct is always, and will always be, to protect you. In his eyes, you’re still this small, fragile, innocent human being, even if you’re not. Even if you’re his height and bench as much as Beelzebub physically, you’re still not a match for a demon and he hates to think that one could get too close, and then it happens. Obviously, he’s full on demon form and ready to teach someone a lesson, but then you stop him, and he’s confused. “Don’t worry Darling, I will handle them.” What’s that? You don’t want him to handle them? Are you out of your mind? “MC they hurt you and they shall pay the price.” A second chance? Do you know what demons are? Look, now the demon is laughing! But… for your sake, Lucifer is backing down. For now. 

“If they do it again, I won’t hesitate MC; this is for your safety. Demons don’t usually change for the better. No, you can not use me as an example.” 

Mammon:

Here’s the thing: chances are, Mammon would talk way more than he would actually fight, anyway. He’d go on a whole speech about how you’re his and he’s there to protect you and how you will never have to worry about anything with him around. Then that demon would get the same lecture and honestly, he’s probably going to bore the demon to death more than anything so you, realistically, don’t have to worry about him being violent, anyway, UNLESS the demon swings at him first because then it’s okay and sorry MC, but this got a little too personal. Just one punch, okay? And then he’ll literally grab you and run for it because even Mammon knows he won’t last long. 

“Listen this ain’t cuz yer scared or I’m scared. This is cuz I can’t let ya get hurt!.... Again!” (Spoiler: it’s because he won’t last long due to his constant worry about you)

Leviathan:

Hold up. Wait a minute. You’re telling him that, after everything he’s been through, everything he’s done, every rough path he had to take to get you, you’re telling him now that he can’t protect you because this lowlife scum deserves a SECOND CHANCE?! Give him a moment, he needs to calm down. Not only is he jealous because someone else managed to get their hands on you but also, “MC are you stupid?! They hurt you!” Like, he genuinely thinks you’re insane. But then he also immediately feels bad for calling you stupid and he’s having a mental debate on what’s more important: avenging you and being a lowkey hero, or giving into your wish and making you happy…. “Ugh….Fine! Fine… but you’re not going anywhere alone ever again!” And also…. He might’ve, totally, tripped that demon with his tail as he takes you back home. Just enough for them to faceplant. No actual violence. 

“They deserved that much…. What? I didn’t do it…..!” Yes he did.

Satan:

Oof. Anger. Rage. Wrath. Fire. It’s all inside of him and he is, quite literally, fuming. His demon form suddenly feels too tight and he wishes he could emerge into his full form without actually causing you to have a heart attack. You’re practically begging him to calm down, “calm down?!” And he’s having none of it. Someone touched what was his and they hurt you doing that, “S-Satan…” but your voice is scared and laced with fear and although he thinks it’s because of the demon at first, “Don’t worry, this worthless excuse of a life won’t be here much longer,” he soon realizes it’s actually he that is scaring you and it catches him off guard. Why are you scared? He’s protecting you! It hurts his heart, though, to see you be so afraid of them and he’s mentally battling himself. He can’t let them get away with this; it would go against his own personal morals and beliefs, but also…

“Let’s… let’s go home… I’ll make some hot chocolate for you and we can… calm down.” 

Asmodeus:

He tries to avoid conflict as much as possible, half because he doesn’t want to get his hands dirty, and half because he doesn’t like it. If anyone deserves to be a drama queen, it’s him, not anyone else. So you telling him, as he’s about to fight for the first time in a couple millennia, to please not… kind of sets him at ease. “Are you sure?” but he also needs to make sure that this is exactly what you want. He doesn’t like it, of course, because he does firmly believe people deserve to be held accountable for their actions, but he would hate to see you upset with him when he could just… 

“don’t forget to put facial cleanser on tonight and drink water. Your ugliness needs to be washed off and your soul could use some hydration. Hatred out, flowers in!”

Beelzebub:

Oh he’s ready to not only throw hands, he’s ready to tear someone apart. Angry Beel is a scary Beel and he takes a sense of… pride when people fear him, but only if they SHOULD fear him, you know? Laying hands on you is a BIG no no and he won’t treat it lightly. Whatever your relationship with him may be, he protects the people he cares about and his fist is pulling back way too quickly for you to say stop “Beel!” but you’re scared and he halts because he can hear it in your voice and immediately pauses, turning to look at you. He still has a tight grip on them and he’s still ready to tear them to pieces, but you’re also trembling now and his wings slowly lower, thinking he had done something wrong. “I’m… sorry….” stop? You want him to stop? He doesn’t like that… “What if they hurt you again? I can’t let that happen….” he can’t, in good conscience he can’t….. 

“You’re off the hook for now, but let me catch you near MC again and there’s nothing you will be able to do but tell your little life goodbye.”

Belphegor:

Look, MAYBE he’s being a little hypocritical right now, okay? Yeah he totally kind of did the same thing to you but that’s exactly why he’s doing better now! He realizes how wrong he was and how he should’ve never done that, you know, all that good 180 degree turn around stuff, but also??? How dare someone else do that??? “I’m not letting them go MC. Not until they have paid. And you just have to stand there and watch as Belphegor jokes them with his tail and for a while that may work BUT…. he hates the look you gave him when he turns back toward you. It breaks his heart, although he would only reluctantly admit that, so he drops them to the ground and looks at you a bit ashamed. “Fine… I won’t… not today…” and you’re lucky he’s lazy and that tail-lift already took a lot out of him. “But it can’t happen again. I won’t be this nice next time MC.” ain’t no one allowed to mess with you! 

“Just because I made a mistake doesn’t mean you can. Run before I decide to squash you anyway.”