#fighting couple

[i-heart-yellowstone]

The Simple Missunderstanding

Wattpad request @alpacagirl2028 Rip is busy and the reader tries to help him but he yells at her. She goes back to the house and cries because she thinks he's mad at her until he finds her crying

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Dismounting my horse I slowly walked it over to the finished area of the fence seeing the Bunkhouse gang was working on the next section a few steps ahead of me. Carrying my bag of tools that was inside my saddle bag I gently touched my boyfriend Rip Wheeler's shoulder attempting to get his attention. “Hey baby, how can I help with the fencing?”

“Y/n, not now. I don't have time to talk with you.” He grumbled in my direction watching the group of boys and Teeter.

I tried to explain my situation to him since he clearly didn't understand what I had said to him. “Rip, I'm not trying to pull you away from work. I am offering to help y'all and get the job done a little faster. If you'll have me of course.”

“Y/n, I can't talk right now!” Rip spun around on his feet shouting in my face.

Blinking my eyes a few times my mouth fell open, surprised at the words that had come from his mouth. He turned his back to me, stomping off giving me the chance to run back to my horse. Climbing on it I gallop back to the main house halting in my tracks and rushing inside the front door. Finding my bedroom I flopped down onto the mattress and sobbed for hours.

“Y/n, dinner is ready. Hey, are you okay? Why are you crying?” A few hours later I heard footsteps come inside my room making me lightly lift my head up from the pillows.

I saw it was my best friend Beth coming into the bedroom and sat down on the edge of the bed. “I started my period.”

“Sorry honey. But I knew you're lying. You don't ever cry this much when you're on your period.” She told me gently brushing some hair out of my face seeing my eyes were bloodshot red from crying. “So what exactly is really bothering you?”

Sniffing, I wiped my hand underneath my nose. “Rip is angry with me.”

“Angry with you over what exactly?” She knitted her brows at me.

Shifting up I sat upright hugging my knees against my chest meeting her gaze. “I asked him how I could help fix the fence faster and next thing I knew he was shouting in my face for no reason other than he’s mad at me for some unknown reason.”

“He certainly can't be mad at you. He loves you more than anything.” She got up from the bed slipping out the door. “I'll go talk to him.”

I called her name not wanting her to make the situation worse. “Beth, please don’t.”

“I'm on it.” She hollered walking down the hallway leaving me alone in my room for a few minutes. Running a hand through my locks of hair getting up from my bed standing in front of the window. Silence filled the bedroom for a few more minutes until I heard someone walking up behind me.

“Y/n, can we talk?” Rip's voice filled the bedroom that we sometimes shared when he wasn't sleeping at the Foreman's Cabin.

“I suppose. Unless you'd rather yell at me since you're angry with me.”

The loyal worker of John Dutton questioned out into the air. “Why would I be angry with you, darlin’?”

“You tell me, cowboy.” I rolled my eyes, turning around so I was facing him and resting my back against the window seal behind me. “Clearly I have done something to piss you off.”

Rip and I had agreed when we started dating that we would be honest with each other about everything. We would never go to bed angry with the other. “Y/n, I don’t understand what you're talking about. So could you tell me why you think I'm angry with you and we can figure this out since we agreed to not fight with each other.”

“I came out to the fencing area to offer my help. I tried to ask you how I could help and next thing I knew you were shouting in my face.” Throwing my hands up in the air I raised my voice at the cowboy in front of me. He simply just stood there with one hand on his hip simply letting me get my rant out. “The only conclusion I can come up with is that you were pissed at me before I got there and I just had no freaking clue!”

Rip slowly crossed the room running his hands down my shoulders using a much calmer tone than earlier in the day. “Listen to me, I'm sorry I snapped at you. When you came up to me I was frustrated with Walker who was just standing around doing nothing. I never intended my anger to be directed at you.”

“Oh, I'm sorry I judged you too quickly and thought that you were angry with me.” Lowering my gaze to my boots with a weak expression on my face till he lifted my chin up with his hand making me look into his face.

“I'm sorry are two words you never have to say to me.”

I whispered back to him. “Do you really mean that?”

“I love you, honey.’ He cupped my face in his hands resting his forehead down onto mine whispering back to me. “I’m sorry for losing my temper. It won’t happen ever again.”

Throwing my arms around his neck I buried my face into his shoulder kissing the side of his cheek sniffing back some happy tears. “I forgive you and I love you too, Rip Wheeler.”

[castiels-undercoat]

Hey guys quick question but what the fuck was this?

Like if they werent a couple??? Then?? What?the fuck? WAS THIS??? And while im on the topic, why the fuck was this?

[stars-obsession-pit]

“Mom, why do you think ghosts are intrinsically evil?”

“It’s what the science says, of course!”

“No, I mean like, what were the studies? What did they actually observe”

“Ohh, I get what you mean, Danny! Well across all reputable reports of encounters with the ghosts strong enough to matter, they’ve always attacked first and never responded to attempts at communication! There’s no reason for them to do that if they’re not evil!”

“Huh…”

…

Danny, learning about Ghost Speak and how humans can’t understand it: hmm.

Danny, learning that ghosts greet each other and bond by fighting: hmmm.

[thefrsers]

I love you. Tell me in person.

[naitmeir]

so apparently they play softball together.............

[astronnova]

proposition: danny's hair turns white in random patches when he's used too much power, he just dyes it back to all black when he gets home

[driftsart]

Doodle

[80181880]

Just a couple matching each other kinda thing

(Bonus)

[meteortrails]

mattfoggy from the like 2016 daredevil show were actually so crazy bc like. you’re best friends, you’re each others emergency contacts, everything that you’ve built for yourself as an adult is something you built together, and yet at the same time. your best friend has been lying to you since the day you fucking met. you know each other better than truly anyone else in the whole fucking world, and there is a fundamental piece of his existence that he never told you about. this shit could ruin everything you’ve built, could get him killed, and he didn’t tell you a word of it.

and on the flipside: here’s the one person you’ve ever gotten close to without getting abandoned, and you can’t even bring yourself to be fully honest with him bc how could he ever stay if you were. and he finds out and he leaves, bc of course he does, and you let him, bc it’s probably for the best and he can do what he fucking wants. you’re not gonna twist his arm to get him to fucking love you. but he comes back, and you both keep coming back through everything that follows, bc who else is going to know you like this?? what could ever fill the hole they’d leave behind??? everything you’ve built you’ve built together. how could you ever actually leave that behind?

[florencemtrash]

Prim and Proper - Azriel x Reader

Warnings: Some suggestiveness

Masterlist of Masterlists

Summary: Y/n and Azriel get dressed for a party at the Court of Nightmares in their own special way.

Author's note: This has been sitting unfinished in my drafts. Time to get it out into the world.

The taste of metal seeped onto your tongue, the bite of iron grating against your teeth as you held a pile of pins between your lips. You sat in front of your vanity, hair gathered up in your hands as you tried to create something of a shape. 

Shadows, cool, black fingers, gently slid up your back, whispering against the expanse of skin before gripping your chin. One by one you let the pins fall from your lips where they were caught by spectral hands. 

“Thank you, Azriel,” you said with a smile. You didn’t need to turn to know your mate, and husband, had appeared in the room. He was, always, silent as mist and moved like it too. Once there, and in another instant, gone. 

“Thank the shadows.” Hands, scarred and corporeal, brushed against your shoulders. “They needed no commands from me.” Azriel smiled, leaning against the vanity when he moved in front of you. 

The scent of his latest fight against Cassian still clung to his skin and leathers. His knuckles were bruised and split — an injury you knew would disappear before you even stepped foot outside of Velaris — and a faint red mark tinged his high cheekbones from where he’s been struck. 

“Do you need help with that?” He asked coyly. You spit out one last pin. It fell against the marble countertop with the plink of rain on a tin roof. Then you dropped your hair, shaking out your arms as your hair fell down your back. 

Azriel’s eyes traced you hungrily, and he couldn’t help the disappointment in his stomach when that wide expanse of bare skin disappeared behind the curtain of hair. But perhaps it was a good thing. He’d have a hell of a time keeping his fists to himself if any male eyed you in your strappy dress. 

You draped an arm over the back of your chair, eyelashes fluttering up at him in a way that made his heart stutter. Seventeen years of knowing you, and three years mated, and you still pulled at his heartstrings like a puppeteer. 

“That would be lovely. But!” You held up a hand before he could walk any closer, then pointed towards the bathroom door. “Shower first.” 

Azriel huffed, stealing one quick kiss before slipping into the bathroom. 

Steam billowed out from beneath the door, rolling over the floor like white caps over a beach. Azriel combed back his hair, towel sitting loosely on his hips as you busied yourself with makeup. The smile you’d adopted while brushing blush over your cheeks became real as Azriel rested his hands on your shoulders, stealing a kiss along the curve of your neck before you could say anything. 

He put up your hair and you helped him with the buttons of his dress shirt, especially the pesky ones that lined the slits below his wings. With that done and out of the way, the real work could begin. 

“Three inches or four?”

“Three. The four-inch one is too heavy.” You touched a strand of hair that Azriel had purposefully left out of its arrangement. For framing those beautiful eyes, was what your mate had said. “I want the hair to last if it comes to a brawl.” 

“Smart.” Azriel smiled and spun the thin, three-inch dagger in the air before sliding it into its sheath and then into your hair. The ends that showed looked decorative — beautiful — and discrete, but he’d seen you pluck out a male’s eye with a needle — you could do far more damage with this. He then added a few pearl pins — also using for stabbing people in the eyes. 

“I have a surprise for you,” Azriel murmured against the curve of your ear. 

You hummed in curiosity, then your brow shot up as he gently laid a new pendant necklace against your chest. 

“Raskel finished it in time?!” 

“He did indeed. You’ve got twelve shots.”

You fingered the teardrop shaped pendant, hearing the faintest clatter of hair thin darts within it. You raised the fuller, blunt end to your lips before aiming at the wall and blowing. A sharp, thin whistle followed by the faint plink of the dart hitting the wall made you laugh with glee. 

Azriel smiled adoringly. “Now you’ve got eleven.” 

“That’s eleven of Keir’s males if he decides to test us tonight.” You winked back, for the darts held a poison concentrated enough to kill a fae… if her aim was true… which it always was. 

They traded teasing remarks and began a heated discussion about Sellyn Drake’s newest novel — the author’s first foray into historical fiction — all the while trading daggers and hidden poisons and the odd cutting wire here and there. 

“I like Hellvin Thorv best,” Azriel said from his position on the floor. He slid the sheath up your thigh, tightening it until you nodded in confirmation and slipped a simple silver dagger into its rightful place and flung your skirt over top. 

You clicked your tongue half in disapproval. “You would like him best.” 

“What is that meant to mean?” He asked in shock. 

“Nothing.” 

You helped him put on his thin, leather gauntlets with the hidden blades tucked against his forearm, buttoned up his shirt, and helped lace together the corset he wore, each of the boning channels hiding a knife thin as a feather but stronger than steel. You’d designed it for him, much to Raskel’s chagrin as he was the one who made your creations come to life. Raskel loved to moan and groan about the injustice of it all, but he did love a challenge… and gold. 

As a final touch you made Azriel sit down in your vanity chair before climbing into his lap and holding his chin in a gentle grasp as you lined his eyes with kohl. 

“I would like to see us back in this position at the end of the night,” he sighed. 

“Then let’s hope no one tries anything tonight.” You pressed your lips against his neck leaving a berry red stain. 

“Leave it,” Azriel said when you went to wipe it off, then grinned at the expression on your face. “Let them remember which female I belong to.” You left two more marks on his jaw, just to reinforce the message. 

“Shall we go, Husband?” You asked, standing to your feet and holding out your hand. 

“We shall.” He squeezed once before sliding his arm around your back and squeezing your hip. 

Rhysand and Feyre were the center of attention at the Court of Nightmares with their glittering jewels and chins raised high. Cassian’s voice was loud and grating to unfamiliar ears, and Nesta’s eyes shone like two ice chips, flashing like spotlights as they raked over the crowd. But everyone knew it was the silent pair furthest back from the front of the dais that needed to be feared. The ones made of shadow and darkness that could disappear and reappear seemingly at will. 

Keir caught your gaze once and shivered much to Azriel’s delight. He tipped his head to the side ever so slightly, letting the room catch the smear of lipstick on his neck. The male gritted his teeth and fled out of view. No one would dare raise a hand in defiance so long as you and Azriel graced their presence.

[koyuxim]

happy new year!! 🎉🎉

[hazeleyed-fay]

i feel like im in a weird demographic when it comes to the percy jackson live action series because of the age i was when i read them. cause i read the lightning thief for the first time when i was in single digits, so percy being twelve seemed appropriately grown up. and then as i got further into the series and into heroes of olympus, percy got older with me, and was always kinda broadly my age or a little older. so like, the movie cast was too old when that happened, because they were way older than me. but now the series cast is actual twelve year olds (or so) and they are so obviously just little babies that im now forced to confront the fact that uhhh percy was in fact a fuckin child when all this started??? exCUSE ME???

[drolta]

hands off

[idolomantises]

Rewatching Adventure Time, I can't help but think so much Princess Bubblegum discourse would be non-existent if people actually watched the show to completion instead of randomly hyperfocusing on some of PB's bad deeds.

There's a very bizarre and commonly held belief that Princess Bubblegum did terrible things and got away with it, that nobody held her accountable. When the show makes a point, repeatedly, that Princess Bubblegum is well meaning but deeply flawed, and to some characters, straight up evil.

I see fans point to "The Cooler" a lot as proof that PB is an irredeemable character, and while it is her worst act in the entire show.... I think people forgot that that was the point. Near the end of the episode she stops spying on people in Ooo because it was an invasion of privacy. In another episode she's called out for exploiting some aliens and lets them go. She feels ashamed that her own people are terrified of her. She loses her entire kingdom, and realizes she needs to get her shit together.

I'm pretty critical of shows that are way too lenient on flawed female characters but Princess Bubblegum isn't one of them. She's awesome, and heavily misunderstood.

[nataliescatorccioapologist]

I love how Jackie turns around and tries to act like she didn’t see anything after Nat and Travis’ breakup fight even though she’s standing right there in plain sight, she is such a fucking dork I love her

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt in Memes 5

Once more, have a prompt entirely in memes because I'm too lazy to properly write one right now lol.