#so I’ll make me self a grilled cheese

[readingwriter92]

Apparently the solution to snacking is to make lunch and then proceed to not eat it

[wanda-widow]

Post-Mission

Grumpy!Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 832

Summary: Bucky has always been one to try and pull away from people who care about him. However, you're always one to be insistent and care for him anyways, no matter what he says.

18+ MDNI

Warnings: slight angst, implied smut if you squint your eyes, fluff

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Hearing footsteps shuffle down the hall along with the sound of a dragging duffle was all you needed to know that Bucky was back from his week long mission. Hopping off the bed and peeking your head out of your shared bedroom, you saw Bucky scrub a weary hand down his face. You instantly frowned, worried as you hurried over to him, taking the duffle out of his hands. 

“How was the mission? Are you hurt anywhere? We should get you some food, you look exhausted” you said while rushing back to the room to unpack his gear as he let out a sigh, silently chucking off his boots before face planting on the bed. 

“Bucky?��� came your worried voice after you put his boots into the closet, sitting on the bed next to him and poking his shoulder. “Bucky, get up. Shower, eat, and then rest.” you urged, poking him again when his vibranium hand shot out to grip your wrist.

“Let me sleep” he said gruffly before shifting on the bed so that his back was turned to you, leaving you rubbing your wrist softly. You knew he wasn’t too responsive after missions since it took so much out of him, not that he was one for words or self care anyways. Still, you took it upon yourself to make sure he was cared for. 

“Please? I’ll make you plum croissants tomorrow if you just shower and eat” you tried again, scooting closer to him to rest your head on his shoulder as you felt him sigh again before sitting up.

“Eat and then shower” he said, running a hand through his hair as he made his way to one of the compound communal kitchens, sitting down on one of the stools as he waited for you expectantly. 

“Grilled cheese?” you offered, slotting yourself in the opening between his thighs, pressing a kiss to his forehead as he nodded, fingers trailing down your arm as you pulled away. You could feel his gaze follow you as you bustled around the kitchen to make his food. “Go shower and then you can eat after” you said softly, turning around to look at him as he frowned, reaching out to tug you by the wrist back into his proximity.

“Thought you would shower with me” he said softly, letting his walls down while no one else was around. You felt his hands come to rest on your waist, forehead between your breasts as he pressed a kiss through your clothes. 

“Another time, I promise” you laughed softly, letting your hands run through his hand before stopping at his shoulders, letting one hand trail down his vibranium arm. He let out a quiet whine before getting off the stool, dropping a kiss to the top of your head. You watched as he went back to the room to shower before turning back to the sandwich, humming softly.

20 minutes later, Bucky was freshly showered and seated at the counter once more, gaze still fixed on you as you plated his sandwich and sat next to him. He ate in silence for a while as you observed the new wounds on his back. Finding some gauze and neosporin, you began to bandage them gently.

“They’re shallow but-” 

“They’re nothing” Bucky cut you off but made no move to stop you from patching him up. After placing the last piece of medical tape, he turned in his stool to face you, the both of you exchanging silent conversation before he got up to wash his plate. 

“If you keep going on long missions, you’re just gonna keep destroying yourself, Buck” you said quietly, swallowing the lump in your throat. It became more apparent that the past couple months, he just drew further into himself with each mission, determined to block out the pain with endless fighting. 

“I’m just helping the team” he said tersely, putting his dish in the drying rack before he walked back to the room, expecting you to follow behind him. You stood there for a moment, willing for the emotions to fade, to appreciate that he was here. 

Your legs moved in habit, walking to your shared bedroom and flicking off the light before sliding under the covers with him. You could still hear his breaths, short and controlled. He wasn’t asleep.

After a long moment of silence, he spoke up again. “I don’t mean it, doll. The rudeness, the violence. I’m trying.”

“Bucky…” you started quietly but stopped when you felt the bed shift, a heavy weight now resting across your waist, shallow puffs of breath ghosting across your collarbone. 

“I’ll take a month break, spend time with you?” he half offered, half begged, the grip on your waist tightening.

“James…” 

“Only time with you. No one else unless really needed” he whispered, his leg shifting to now rest over yours, lips gently sucking at the base of your neck, smirking when he felt you cave. 

“How does Bali sound?” 

[deathblacksmoke]

carry me back to your bed | folio x reader

pairing: nick folio x reader

cw: descriptions of struggles with depression, bathing together, grilled cheese and soup, sweet caring bf folio <3

word count: 1.2K

note: i always end up writing something real self-indulgent with this boy. @miamore0570 requested our sweet folio helping reader who is struggling with depression, and i think he would be really perfect 🩷

title from "solace" by counterparts

You feel so discouraged.

You don’t want to be like this — to feel like this — but every time you think you’re seeing an improvement, something stops you from taking that next step into being okay.

All of your texts go unanswered, but not unread. Every sweet text from Folio that goes without a response makes you feel more and more guilty, but you can’t bring yourself to reply. To have to explain yourself.

The TV sits idle, having long stopped playing the show you tried but failed to pay attention to. You pull your blanket back over you and sink into the bed, let the sadness claim you.

You aren’t sure how long it is you’ve been sleeping, but you wake up to a body sidling up behind you. You don’t have it in you to feel confused or startled — you know those hands anywhere, the way they feel on your skin, the smell of his cologne and the undertone of unmistakable Nick.

“It’s happening again, isn’t it?” he speaks into the juncture of your neck and your shoulder. He places kisses there, and you should feel soothed, but your skin heats with red-hot shame and embarrassment, a guilt you haven’t felt in a while. You know he doesn’t want you to be embarrassed, but you also remember the last time this happened, the way you’d promised to tell him if you fell back into it again.

It’s so hard to do when it’s happening, to admit you’re not okay. You can only nod. He holds you closer.

“How long have you been in bed, honey?” he asks, gently so you don’t feel like he’s prying or trying to shame you. You feel grateful for that. The truth is a little too much to say, so you shrug, knowing he’ll get the point. “Why don’t you let me wash your hair for you? Then I’ll make you some lunch.”

There’s something so pure, so earnest in his offer that you find yourself not wanting to say no to him. The trip from the bed and into the shower feels a little daunting, like it’s almost too much, but having Nick there helps. Nick always helps, and you know he won’t push you past what he knows you can do. He’ll pick up all the slack along the way.

You turn in his arms to find nothing but openness on his face. There’s no amount of pity in his gaze, just care. His mouth spreads into a grin when you cup his cheek in your hand, and you can’t say no to him.

“Okay,” you respond.

Your head rests on his chest while he massages your scalp, works the shampoo into a nice lather in your hair. The water is just on the right side of too hot, and it works wonders to relieve some of the anxiety that has burrowed its way into every muscle in your body. Your eyes are threatening to close when he speaks.

“Tilt your head back a little for me, baby,” he requests, and you do, making sure to close your eyes, too. He pours the hot water from the pitcher over your hair, rinsing it clean. Your scalp burns just a little with the temperature of the water, but it’s nice. Feels good to feel something pleasant like that.

He works the conditioner through your hair as he makes a little list of all the things you can do tonight. You let the words fade out, knowing that you’re not up for most of them at the moment. You think he knows it, too, and it’s good to just feel a sense of normalcy.

You pick and choose little things to place away — a movie before dinner, having tea and dessert on the porch, a drive along the back roads after the sun sets. Somehow Nick always knows the way to piece you back together, to make you feel like it’s all going to be okay, one step at a time.

You lie on the couch in your robe looking for a movie to watch while he cooks in the kitchen. It smells delicious — you were hardly able to contain your excitement when you peeked into the bag he brought, full with all the ingredients to make your favorite grilled cheese and soup.

You settle on a movie you’ve seen a dozen times before, let yourself sink into Nick’s side when he hands you the plate and sits down next to you.

“You aren’t eating?” you ask, brow furrowing.

He tells you that he ate before he came, just in case you weren’t up for lunch, that he was prepared to stay in bed with you all day if it’s what you had needed from him. You hand off half of your sandwich to him, despite his protests, offer the mug of soup for dipping. A warmth spreads through you, and you feel yourself getting your color back. Sometimes all you need is a little push.

He makes only one mention of getting you into your doctor, seeing about a dosage change or a complete switch. You know he’ll bother you in a few days if you don’t make the call, offer to do it for you, but you promise him that you will and you mean it.

You eat the rest of your food in a companionable silence, comforted by the film you know by heart, soothed by Nick’s boisterous laughter during the parts that always get him. When you start to fall asleep, you feel him shift just slightly beneath you, cover you with a blanket and place a hand in your drying hair.

The drive was a good idea. 

After an hour spent on the porch talking and listening for distant wildlife, he had managed to talk you into getting in the car. He made a promise that there didn’t need to be any destination, that you could drive around listening to music for as long as you wanted, but getting some fresh air on your skin would do you good. He was right.

He put on your favorite playlist and let you pick the direction until you wound up completely and utterly lost, no more than 20 minutes from the house. He decides to put the GPS on, still lets you point him in one direction or another. Just a safety net.

His eyes light up, even in the dark of the car, at your mention of ice cream. He plugs it into his GPS, quickly makes the detour.

You eat your sundaes on the hood of the car, in a parking lot surrounded by people. You knock your knee against his, feeling more okay than you did when you woke up this morning. You can’t deny that there’s still a knot in your stomach, a lump in your throat — the nagging hasn’t completely disappeared, but you’re on the road there.

“You’ll call the doctor tomorrow?” he asks, not pushing, but reading so well. A gentle reminder that he can’t fix everything, but he wants you on the road to it. You do, too.

You nod, holding out a pinky for him to loop his own around. He brings your joined hands to his mouth, pressing a kiss to your pinkies that warms you from the inside out.

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[bloodyinkandquill]

Illumina x Reader NSFW

asked my friend for ideas on this one (we talk about all the sfoth a lot) and they gave me two because it was very late for them which is reasonable, let’s do this then i’ll play something on roblox maybe more phighting we’ll see, im letting bread thaw on the counter so i can make a grilled cheese because it was frozen and i just took it out

- D/V/S: This man is a hard dom, he will not be a sub, he will spite you for even suggesting he subs

- T/S/B: Technically a switch but he bottoms once a millennium, he tops every other time

- Kinks: This man is so rough, he’s already incredibly large and strong meaning he’s naturally pretty rough but this man cranks it up to 11, he also has brain control/hypnotization powers that he really enjoys using on you during intercourse, he still has a way for you to safe word don’t worry, part of that is he’s just into being in full control of you, with that he is into tying you up, specifically to the point you can’t move and or are suspended in the air, he is VERY into the size difference between you and him, goes with how he wants to be in total control, and with that size difference if you steal and wear his clothes he wants to do it on the spot

- More kinks: Likes gagging you, which goes hand in hand with general sensory deprivation, he’s a slight sadist especially if it’s biting you to the point it draws blood, sort of connected also is into dacryphilia, seeing you so small under him and wrecked with sobs gets him so turned on, into both praise and degradation, more so on degradation big if the situation calls for it he also enjoys praising you, or doing both at the same time, especially because it can almost overwhelm your brain with the conflicting words

- Aftercare: While he does take care of your physical needs he focuses far more on your mental needs, he can be rather intense during it so he wants to insure that you return to your regular self and know it was all just dirty talk, if you end early by safe wording that’s tripled, he treats you incredibly gently to the point it’s almost creepy since it’s so unlike him, but he gets you water, cuts off any bindings you may have been in, and holds you closely and gently putting his robe on you to cover your body since robes are easier to put on then normal clothes

fell asleep before finishing and watching toh, it’s 6 am no clue why i woke up but im really hungry right now, i should probably also start laundry sooner than later, imma also send this to the friend i mentioned at the beginning hope they enjoy it since im worried its not accurate 😭

[itsthestutterforme]

The Sweet Times (Rafe Cameron Drabble)

Summary: You and Rafe shared a cute moment at Tannyhill:

Prompt credit @luvmmarner : “I don’t ever want to lose you,” “You mean everything to me,”

Notes: GIF is not mine, all mistakes are my own, reader is black

**

Softly humming a tune, you flipped the chicken as it continued to brown in the pan while the sauce was mixing in the blender. The blender clicked off and you turned around to open the blender. Dragging the tip of your finger along the lid, you licked some remnants of the vodka sauce from your finger. You were about to open the fridge when you noticed Rafe staring at you from the hallway.

“Oh hey baby, I didn’t see you come in.” You greet, bringing down the heat of the chicken as you crossed the kitchen. “Just trying to figure out how you’re such a natural in the kitchen,” he states, wrapping his arms around your waist. “All it takes is practice,” You tried to go on your tippy toes to kiss him and still fall short. He chuckles as you collapse into his chest. “How is it fair you can make gourmet meals and I can barely make a grilled cheese?”

“There’s nothing wrong with a grilled cheese,” you console, making him roll his eyes. “Besides, that just mean we balance each other out,” you add, pouting when you couldn’t reach his lips for a kiss. He loves your height difference. How you need a step stool because you could barely reach the middle shelf.

It felt nice for you to need him for something. I makes him feel like less of a fuck up. He bent down to press a warm kiss on your lips, smiling when you ease under his touch. You hummed into the kiss and brought him closer by the neck. “I missed you,” you said against his lips. “I missed you more, pretty girl.” “Topper invited us to his place for a rager but I’ll tell him some other time.” he adds.

“Awe, why not? I like his ragers,” “Because I bought us some face masks and we are going to have a self care day.” Rafe states, motioning to the Ulta Beauty bag on the floor in the hallway. “Well why didn’t you say so?”

**

The night continued on and you finished your Chicken Marsala just in time for Rafe to rent one of your favorite comfort movie: She’s All That. The entire night you felt his eyes on you, examining every part of you as he can. You decided to keep it to yourself so he didn’t feel embarrassed that you caught him.

It wasn’t until it was time for the face masks that you spoke up about it. It’s not like you had any choice. He sat on the toilet bowl while you gingerly placed the strawberry face mask on his face. His eyes searched yours, his lips parted slightly as if he was in awe. His slow breath fanning against your neck made it hard for you to think straight. His eyes dilated the longer you held his gaze, making your face burn bashfully. “Rafe, why do you keep looking at me like that?” “Like what?”

“The look you have right now. It’s gives a girl butterflies you know?” You smile, applying some pressure to smooth the mask over his forehead. “Is something on your mind?” You suggest. Concern weighed on your brow when he continued to look at you in silence. You were about to say his name when he finally said, “You mean.. everything to me,”

His soft voice caused hundred of goosebumps to erupt on your skin. “Rafe,” he wrapped his hands around yours and pulled you in between his legs. “I don’t ever want to lose you,” “You won’t,” you reassure. Had it not been for the face mask, you would have held his face by now. Casually caressing his cheek bone so he knew you were genuine.

“I’m here. I’m yours.” You reinforced, flattening your hand over his buzzcut. “If you get down on one knee or something, I’m going to scream.” A you added. “Well.. it’s not like the sound isn’t familiar to me.” A small smirk plays on his lips and you shove him playfully. You made a stride to leave the bathroom but he caught you and pulled you back where you once were.

“Whoa, whoa. Where do you think you’re going, pretty girl?” “Going to watch the movie,” you said as he piled you in his lap. “I have my movie right here,” you looked away from his burning gaze and he lifted your gaze back up with your chin.

“Beautiful,”

[kaunis-sielu]

Dangerous Places: 7

You don’t know why she’d do that, she’s going to be in so much trouble later and all for you.

“Okay, just us girls now.”

“You shouldn’t have done that.” You whisper, the horror evident in your voice.

“Why?”

“He’s going to be so mad.”

“Did he look mad to you?”

“But,”

“Things are different here. Once you have his loyalty it takes losing your loyalty to lose his.” She says, “Here,” she grabs the pizza box, “you should eat.”

“Which pizza is it?”

“He got two cheese, which was weird because that man likes his pizza loaded, but now it makes sense.” She puts the pizza on the coffee table, “You want a plate?”

“Um, yes please.” You watch as she crosses to the kitchen and pulls out a plate, she hands it to you over the back of the couch. She plops down on the coffee table next to the pizza box and watches you with soft eyes. You open the box and grab a slice of pizza, not the most effective way to get your blood sugar up but it’ll do while you wait for your apple juice.

“So, how are you doing?” She asks as you slowly start to eat.

“Fine.”

“No, you’re not fine. You don’t have to guard yourself around me, you can tell me what’s really going on.”

“You won’t tell him?”

“No, not unless it’s something I have to. Self harm or something.” She clarifies and you nod.

“I’m fucking terrified. He kidnapped me and grilled me and threatened me but now he’s being all nice.” It’s like what Crossbones did, he fooled you, treated you like a princess then destroyed your life. “I just feel like it’s whiplash.”

“I’m sorry, he kidnapped you? Why?”

“Winter saw my brand.” When she looks confused you show her the side of your wrist and she pales.

“Oh my god. Why did he take you?”

“Wanted to be sure I wasn’t a threat.”

“If you’re Crossbones you’re a threat!”

“I’m not his.” You say fiercely, “I will never belong to a man again.”

“But-“

“I ran away.” You admit and she looks impressed, “and I’d rather die than go back.” Someone knocks on the door but doesn’t wait for the call to enter.

“Bunny, I’ve got that juice for you.” Steve says entering the little house again. Nat’s eyebrows go up as he brings you a full container of juice. “Do you want a glass?”

“Yes please.” He grabs one for you then pours some juice into the glass, “is that too much?”

“No, thank you.” You say as you take the glass from him. This and the pizza should be more than enough to get your sugar up. He leans against the counter after putting the juice in the fridge.

“You can go.” Nat says glancing over at him.

“She eats at least two full pieces.” He tells Nat as he pops off of the counter and heads for the door.

“Any reason I’m force feeding her?”

“Bunny, if you don’t wanna tell her I’ll leave that up to you.”

“I’m diabetic.” You tell her after he closes the door, “you’re really not going to be in trouble with him for telling him to leave?”

“Not at all.”

“It wasn’t like that with Crossbones.”

“I can imagine. Do you want to talk about it?” You stop chewing, the pizza in your mouth is suddenly like cement, “you don’t have to.” You stand and limp your way to the garbage can and spit out the pizza, thinking about how bad things got with him, the daily abuse, the assaults, it’s too hard to even think about most days. Now you’re back in, you’re trapped all over. He’s going to find you, there’s no way he doesn’t, no matter how careful Steve is. They pay too much attention to The Howlies to not notice.

“Whoa, are you okay?”

“Yes.”

“Come back over here. Sit down.” She says standing and offering you her hand but you shrink away.

“No, no I can’t. I’m, I can’t.”

“That bad?”

“He, he did things that I buried a long time ago. Being back in,” you stomach churns and you dry heave into the garbage.

“Cap!” Nat yells and you try to shush her but you can’t, you’re shaking too much. Gentle arms scoop you up and carry you back to the couch.

“Bunny?”

“I’m fine.” You tell him but he looks like he doesn’t believe you. You expect him to set you down on the couch but instead he sits down, you on his lap.

“Nat, juice.” She passes you the juice and you take a shaky sip. His arms are tight around you, almost too tight,

“Can you let me go?”

“As soon as you’re done shakin’ like a leaf.” He says gently, “if you pass out I don’t want you gettin’ hurt.”

“Oh.”

“Drink more juice Bunny.” Steve reminds you and you take another shaky sip. You’re probably going to be stuck on his lap for at least fifteen minutes if not longer.

Your shaking stops and the second it does he helps ease you off of him. Nat has been watching the whole interaction with interest and that alone makes you nervous.

You keep your eyes on your cup as the two of them talk. You’re grateful that the attention is off of you now and you’re able to drink your juice in peace.

“How are you feeling Bunny?”

“Fine.”

“Would you tell me anything different?” He challenges and you don’t say anything. There isn’t a right answer here, either you lie and say that you won’t lie to him or you admit that you were just lying. Either way he’s not going to be happy.

“You can be honest with him,” Nat says and you look skeptically over at her earning yourself another chuckle from Steve.

“I’m not worried about it Nat.” He gives you a little smile, “eventually I’ll win her over.” Good luck.

He waits for you to eat another slice of pizza, chatting with Nat and occasionally trying to get you into the conversation. You don’t say much but you appreciate them not completely ignoring you.

“Alright Bunny,” Steve says after you’ve eaten your fill of pizza and tested your blood sugar again. “I’m gonna get going, do you want me to bring you back to the bedroom again?”

“No thank you.”

“Okay, I’ll try to come back in a couple days but I’ll have some of the girls come over so you’re not alone all the time. They can get you whatever you need. Make a list for food okay? We don’t normally need to shop for dietary restrictions.”

“Okay.” You agree and he gives you a soft smile then heads out. Nat doesn’t stay much longer. You don’t blame her. You wouldn’t want to hang out with you either. You limp your way to the bedroom and go to sleep.

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[astrobei]

6, 17, 21 + 22 for the ask game ? <3

hi hi hi !!

6. say three nice things about yourself

omg ok ok ok ummmm again i will just do three total bc i got so many of this number and i literally cannot Think of that many qualities about myself but !! 1. i consider myself to be very hardworking n dedicated and i do admire that about myself ! 2. i’m pretty good at baking!! 3. i can write and also do math which i am pretty proud of and is my biggest crowning achievement 

17. fairy lights or led lights?

this is actually very funny to me bc i currently have Both in my room !! (photo proof) (also it looks blue in the pic but it’s like bright purple irl)

21. if you could tell your past self one thing, what would it be?

hmmm ok i gave one answer to this in a different ask but i’ll do another! i think i would tell my past self that faking it ‘til you make it is literally a real thing and that currently is my #1 trick to making it look like i have my shit together a lot more than i really do sfjdfsjdf but like for real. i used to get super in my head about stuff but in reality if you just. act like you know what you’re doing. then 99/100 times literally no one will be able to tell the difference.

22. what would you say to your future self?

currently at this very moment i am apologizing to myself in 24 hours for procrastinating on this homework assignment. sorry future suni :/ but like if we’re talking further off in the future than that, then i would say i hope she takes care of herself this quarter and gets some rest !! (and am also Begging her to go grocery shopping more often because i can only eat grilled cheese for so many meals)

[fakeoutbf]

helloooos ✨

it was sad to see it end but also it ended at the correct time. basically after the black lives matter moment, they threw their script away and just did a final season with about 8 episodes to wrap up the show and give it closure? and that's what i loved about b99 so much that they were incredibly self aware and did the right thing considering it was a cop show!

see you get it! it's happened to me so many times and people will look at me and go "how can you not like pizza?" and i'll be like because i had too much of it 😭😭😭 also do you have this weird thing where certain foods are always categorised as "sick foods" like you cannot eat them when you're not sick, but if you are then these will be your comfort foods?

please i completely get that about home alone because it's literally the same plot anyways but it's fun and reminds me of childhood and warmth 😭🤍

ooh i need to listen to more of sam fender! his music sounds like something i'd be into 👀 also noah kahan! it was actually seed who suggested me to listen to his album and oh my god????? i love it 🤍

all good choices when it comes to their songs 👀 although i don't think i can listen to wolves and not think about all the video edits it has 😭😭😭 my favourite 1d song changes a lot but i'd say if i could fly for now! my favourite harry song is fine line and little freak 🤍 fine line has got me through so much 🫶 as for louis, i absolutely love this album it's literally liquid gold but i must go with defenceless being my top favourite that song truly does something else to me 🥹

okay, so if you could move to any place in the world and live there forever, what would you choose? 👀

- s 💌

hi, how have you been? 🫶🏻

yeah it seems like it was probably for the best to finish with that season and good on the writers for knowing how to handle the situation honestly

i mean i’ll probably get tired of a meal and not eat it for a while but after some time i might eat it again ajejrjdken and yes!! a grilled cheese sandwich with tomato soup or any vegetable soup my mom makes are automatically comfort foods bc i’ve had them often while sick so now they just make me feel warm and cozy 🥹

honestly i love sam fender’s more upbeat tracks, i need to really listen to seventeen going under (the album) bc i did but didn’t really pay attention. and noah kahan was actually my #1 artist this year!! i cannot recommend him enough, his last two albums are gold and he has so many other songs that tug at my heart so hard 🥺💗

please i love all the wolves edits, they make me laugh so much AHEBFJEEN and if i could fly is top tier, i was thinking about it too bc i also change 1d faves very often. and same for fine line, she’s helped me through so much i owe her the whole pandemic probably 💗 and defenceless is iconic, his falsetto at the end is gorgeous and it’s such a beautiful song, i do get emotional listening to it 🥺

it’s been a long time since i fantasized about living somewhere else ngl but i think maybe italy?? just bc i figure there’s good food, a lot of art everywhere, the cities just seem too beautiful architecture wise and it’s really easy to travel around europe if you actually live there (europe). ofc i have no idea how the government etc is at the moment but let’s dream ajwjrjrke what about you?? where would you live?

[ssemicharmedlivingg]

Not Having a Baja Blast

CW: colostomy bag

Well, as predicted, I’m not so great with this. The keeping up. But I’m still making an effort. Trying to anyway. Still in the hospital—been since Feb 8th; yesterday was the first time I was outside in all that time. Admittedly I was a Grumpy Gus about it. Whatever they did with the drain on my abscess had me in such horrible pain it was even hard to talk. It felt like my insides were being gutted by the toy plastic jack-o-lantern carving kits. Of course we had started weaning my painkillers bc I wasn’t needing them as frequently; then getting reapproved for more is a whole rigmarole. On top of that I had a doctor in here trying to convince me to eat something (that’s my real last hurdle to leave, being fully on a regular diet and not the TPN—the IV supplemental/complete nutrition); sure, guy, my insides are rebelling but let me eat this grilled cheese.

But yeah, I did the Healing Garden thing yesterday (that was the pic I last posted). I didn’t walk—I was in way too much pain for that—but I got wheeled down. It’s a tad underwhelming cause it’s only March yet, so the only place that really has anything is the area you enter with all the daffodils. The rest has some sprouts and signs of them beginning the garden. That didn’t do much to contribute to my mood, admittedly. Sitting in a wheelchair amongst barren plants when I’m not even someone who likes outdoors very much in the first place just felt stupid and silly. However, they had to get it approved for the wheelchair and the excursion, and for someone from hospital staff to escort me because you can’t leave without a chaperone, as though you’re planning on running away (I know it’s more for safety reasons but I like thinking that they’re afraid all 95lbs of me is gonna spring up out of my wheelchair, toss my IV pole with 4 different bags on it over my shoulder, and run screaming into the night.). So this girl had to take time out of her day to be out with dad and me. And then there’s the dad of it all. I know it was important to him that I do the good mental health thing, and that it was hard for him seeing me like that. I must have looked like a little old lady in a nursing home in my wheelchair with the blanket over me, and so thin and all. That can’t be an easy sight for a parent. None of this is; I’m gonna feel badly about the period where I was delirious for a while. So there I was, in pain, annoyed, angry even, but trying to be grateful and graceful about the whole thing. Which is a difficult feat. I hope I passed with at least a C-.

Today’s walk was a lot more promising til it wasn’t. It’s warmer and sunnier, and I was actually walking around. But then my colostomy bag leaked. One of my biggest fears: realized. Lived. And with dad here. I know he fears that for me too. I haven’t quite processed it yet. I tried to play it cool for everyone. It was really shitty though. Pun intended. Having shit just kind of pouring down your side uncontrollably isn’t something I would recommend for self-esteem. I’m honestly surprised I didn’t cry. Probably cause dad was here. I don’t want him to regret this even more than he already does. I’ll probably cry later on tonight. I know that I’ll be okay though. I will. I mean, I did get through it in the end. Of course the fear is that it’ll happen in public, but that’s something I’ll work on. And can prepare for.

It’s a beautiful day. I have visitors coming. Lively ones too, so it’ll be a nice distraction. I’m in a strange mood actually. Which makes sense. Coming off of a day of excruciating pain, then all that. My life is weird. But that’s okay.

I’ll probably write later. Or try, I should say. For now, cheers I guess.

Wednesday, March 16, 2024

[leossmoonn]

Night of Rest

masterlist

pairing - matt murdock

type - fluff

note / request - “heyyy can you do a oneshot of matt murdock x fem! reader and she introduces him to self care and they just have cute night in :). thank you❤️” enjoy!’

summary - you convince matt he deserves a night of rest

warnings / includes - nothing really. mild language at the most, lots of kissing, little suggestive (if you squint), food consumption

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*gif isn’t mine*

The second you hear the door lock click, you spring up from your seat on the couch, taking your stance by the door as your boyfriend walks in.

“Welcome home, honey!” You grin. Matt’s face lights up with a smile. “Hi, sweetheart. What’s all this for?”

“What do you mean? I usually greet you when you walk in,” you say. “True, but you’re either half-asleep, working, cooking. You have never stood at the door. Which by the way, it was funny to hear you run to the door,” he chuckles.

“Well, I just remembered how much I love you, and how you deserve to be greeted by the door.”

“I appreciate, baby. I love you, too.”

He wraps his free hand around your waist and pulls you close to him. You hum in contentment as he kissed you, his soft lips brushing against yours sweetly.

You pull away, reaching for his briefcase. You set it down by the coat hanger and take his suit jacket off, folding it and placing it onto the couch.

“What’re you doing? I am perfectly capable of putting my things away,” Matt states.

“Just trying to help. I bet you’re super tired,” you explain. “I am, but you don’t have to everything for me. I can already tell you’ve made dinner — smells great, by the way,” he says.

You shrug and peck his cheek. “You deserve to be pampered a little.”

He chuckles, “well, I’ll have to cut it short because I have some more work to do. And then I’m going out —”

“Nu-uh. I called Foggy when you were on your way back. You are off the hook for the rest of the day as a lawyer, and you are definitely not going out tonight.”

He frowns, “sweetheart, I have to —”

“Stand in an alleyway for five hours and do nothing? I can think of many better things you can be doing. One of which is having a relaxing and fun evening with the sexiest, most funny, and loving girl in the world! And who is that? Oh, yeah, me!” You bounce on the balls of your feet in excitement.

Matt can’t help but smile at your excitement. “I really appreciate it, but I can’t.”

“You can’t, or you don’t want to? There’s a difference,” you hum.

He opens his mouth to retort, but he quickly shuts it. You got him there.

It wasn’t like he didn’t want to spend the night in. Of course he did. But he didn’t want to be behind on work or let down Hell’s Kitchen.

“Don’t put your work first, Matt,” you pout. He scoffs, “I am not.”

You snort and roll your eyes. “Yeah, okay. I get it. I’m not as important, but tonight I want to be. And I want you to be important tonight, too.”

He grasps your hips, pulling you close to him. “You’re always important to me. You always will be.”

“Then please stay in tonight? I have so many fun activities planned! You’ll want to stay in every night.”

“Even just cuddling on the couch with you makes me want to stay in every night,” he remarks.

You grin, “then you’ll be easily convinced.”

He lets out a sigh, claiming defeat. “Alright. I’ll stay in with you tonight. Only because I love you, and I know you might hate me forever if I don’t.”

“Good choice, Mr. Murdock! Now, go and get changed into sweats. Preferably with a shirt off, but it can be whatever you want,” you tease. You run your hand down his chest, playing with the buttons of his shirt. A blush forms on his cheeks. “We’ll see which option I choose.”

You let him make his way to the bedroom, strolling over to the kitchen and stirring the tomato soup. You begin to make the grilled cheese, which you had reserved making for when he came home so it wouldn’t be cold.

You hear Matt’s footsteps pad against the wood floor. A pair of strong and warm arms clasp around your waist. He sets his chin down on your shoulder, kissing your neck softly. You can’t help but giggle at his touch, the hairs on the back of your neck raising with goosebumps.

“Well, hello there, Mr. Murdock,” you hum. “Hi, pretty lady,” he hums against your skin. “Are you making grilled cheese with three kinds of cheese?”

“Um, of course? How else does one make it?” You ask.

His warm breath hits your skin, causing you to shiver, as he laughs. “I agree. I can’t wait to eat it.”

“Maybe you can eat something else for dessert later,” you suggest.

Matt straightens behind you. His brows raise and his hands crawl lower on your body. “What do you suggest, Ms. L/n?”

You grin and whip around to face him. “The carrot cake I made at work. I got to bring home leftovers.”

“You are sneaky,” he smirks. You poke his shoulder. “I learned from the best.”

“How come you brought leftovers? Everyone loves your carrot cake,” he asks.

“Well I made it for the staff, and I cut out a couple pieces for us to share. Everyone devoured it in seconds,” you chuckle.

“That’s what I thought. Well, thank you. I cannot wait to eat that. My mouth is watering even thinking about it.”

“Oh, mine, too. Maybe we can have dessert before dinner?” You suggest.

He shakes his head. “We wouldn’t want to spoil a perfect evening, would we?”

“No, we do not,” you agree. You turn back around and finish making the rest of dinner. You two eat on the couch while listening to music, enjoying being in each other’s presence.

“Alright. We’ve eaten dinner. What’s next on the agenda?” He asks.

“You don’t have any skin allergies, do you?” You ask. His lips straighten into a line as he thinks. “Not that I’m aware of, no.”

“Fantastic! I’ll be right back. You can take the cake out of the fridge if you want.” You jump up from the couch, taking the dirty dishes and placing them in the sink before you prance into the bedroom.

Matt takes out the cake, listening in on to what you’re doing. He can hear lots of clanging and rattling in the kitchen. By the time you’ve exited the bedroom, he’s filled with curiosity.

“Lucky for you, you have clear skin. So we’re just going to do a simple pore strip and moisturizing face mask,” you say.

“Face mask?” Matt raises his brows. “Yep! Trust me, you’ll love it!” You grin.

“I don’t know that I won’t. But why are you doing this with me? You’ve never included me in these activities.”

“I am now,” you state. “And I realized how stressed out you are. How little sleep you’re getting. You need some time to just chill out. And while I know everyone has their different ways of relaxing, this is mine, and I want to share that with you.”

His heart warms at your words. His face lights up with a smile and he takes off his glasses, revealing his pretty eyes. “Thank you. I love it already.”

You softly kiss his forehead. “Good.” You peel open the pore strip, placing it carefully on his nose. He shudders, “that’s cold.”

“I’m sorry, my love. I should have warned you. The moisturizing mask will be cold, too,” you say.

“It’s alright. It was just a surprise,” he smiles.

“Can I put your hair back with a headband?” You asks. “Sure, but I don’t think my hair is that long,” he says.

“Just your bangs. I don’t want your hair to be in the mask.”

He nods and closes his eyes as you slip the headband over his face. Once you position the band, you can’t help but laugh.

“What’s wrong?” Matt frowns. You pull out your phone and take a picture. “You’re just cute, is all.”

“I feel like you’re going to use that as blackmail,” he states. “No, I won’t. But Foggy might,” you grin.

Matt sighs, “he definitely will.” “When the ladies see that Daredevil does skincare, they will be all over you, baby,” you state.

“Well, the only girl I want all over me is you.” He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you on top of him. You yelp, irrupting in a fit of giggled. 

“I have to put on your other face mask!” You exclaim. “And have you take a picture of me? Nu-uh,” he shakes his head.

You manage to sit up and pout. “I won’t this time. I promise.” He raised his brows. “I’m not sure I believe you.”

“Scout’s honor,” you cross over your heart. Matt chuckles, “alright. Go ahead.”

You clap your hands excitedly, grabbing the white sheet mask and carefully retrieving it from its bag. “Alright, it’ll be cold and wet and a little sticky. You ready?”

He nods and closes his eyes. “Lay it on me.”

You place the top of the mask over his forehead, smoothing it out before putting it on the rest of his face. He shivers at the contact.

“Feels okay?” You hum. “Yep,” he confirms.

“Alright. These two things will be on for about ten minutes. Would you like some carrot cake?” You ask.

“Sure,” he nods. “Aren’t you going to put on your face masks?”

“Nah,” you shake your head. “Tonight is all about you.”

“Y/n,” he pouts. “That’s not fair.” You smile, “trust me, it is. Just sit back and relax while I feed you carrot cake.”

“I can feed myself.”

“And get my delicious cake all over your face mask? I don’t think so.”

He lets out a breathy chuckle. “Alright. Just don’t do that airplane stuff you do.”

You giggle, “no promises.”

You feed him cake while you wait for the ten minutes to be up. Once your alarm rings, you take off his face mask, grab a lukewarm washcloth, and pat his face dry.

“Lay on your stomach for me,” you suggest softly.

“Gonna give me a massage?” He grins. “Yep. And I’m gonna use that coconut-smelling oil that you like,” you say.

He wraps his arm around your back and pulls you close. He kisses you sweetly. “How did I get so lucky?”

“Mm, I don’t know. It’s a mystery, isn’t it?” You tease as you kiss him back. You pull away, guiding him to lay on his stomach. You cover your hands in a thin layer of massage oil, gently rubbing his shoulders. He sighs in contentment, his eyes fluttering close and his body relaxing completely.

It had been so long since he’s been able to rest like this. His muscles ache just from not being tense all the time. He basks in the caring and skillful way your hands glided across his body. The way they caress his skin and untangle the knots in his neck. He would stay there forever if he could.

You can’t help but smile as you admire his face. He’s laying on the right side of his face, causing his lips to be smooshed to the left. He looks so peaceful in this moment. There isn’t a line of worry on his forehead. You wish that every moment could be like this for him. If you could give him that, you would do it in a heartbeat.

You end the massage on his lower-back. Using your thumbs to rub the dimples just above his sweatpants. When you pull away, Matt let’s out a groan of disapproval. “Are you done already?”

“Yep. I’m sorry, honey. If I could do this forever, I would, but my hands are getting tired,” you chuckle sadly.

“It’s okay. I appreciate you doing it anyways. You’re the best.” He slowly gets up, keeping his eyes closed as he kisses you. You melt into his touch, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and pulling him closer. You hum as his tongue slips into your mouth, exploring your mouth. You settle your hands on his chest, feeling over his abs and pecs. You pull away, kissing him a few more times.

“Do you want to go to bed now?” You ask. “Yes, I am exhausted,” he nods.

“Me, too.” You take his hand and lead him to the bedroom. You both get ready for bed, settling down in your bed and cuddling.

“Thank you for tonight. I loved it so much. And I loved you,” Matt hums.

“You’re welcome. You deserve it,” you smile sleepily.

“I… I want to apologize for earlier,” he starts off. “When I came home, you mentioned that you weren’t as important as work. And that I didn’t want to spend time with you. That’s not true at all. You really are my first priority, I just get so caught up in both my jobs. And I know that’s not an excuse, but —”

You interrupt him with a kiss. “I know, Matty. It’s okay.”

He shakes his head. “It’s not. Next time I’m going to do this for you.”

You giggle, “oh, really?” “Yep. I’ll cook you a full-course meal, draw you a bath, put a face mask on you, and give you a full body massage. I’ll even massage your feet,” he smiles.

“Well, I’ll just consider myself the most spoiled girl in the world then!” You exclaim.

He smiles and kisses your forehead, putting all of his feelings for you into it. “I’m sorry if I make it seem like I don’t value you. I do. More than anything. I’ll make it my life’s worth to prove it to you. You’re everything, sweetheart. My everything.”

Your eyelids fall heavy as he speaks. You snuggle into his warmth, wrapping your arms around him tighter. You place a lazy kiss to his shoulder. “I know, Matty. You’re my everything as well.”

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[avenging-fandoms]

where rafe is on the verge of exploding but he immediately goes to you to help him so he doesn’t do something irrational

— OHH HE ALSO LISTENS TO UR HEARTBEAT TO CALM DOWN :’)

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rafe was never the one to know how to self-sooth. he always reacted right away and never thought before he spoke or before he did something. rafe's father was no help with calming him down, only amping him up.

rafe's father, ward, was a part of rafe's problem, and you knew this from the start. after 3 years of your relationship, you saw it got worse. ward would start to get upset with rafe when he stayed the night or a couple days, rafe having to tend to his father's needs to please him.

it all got too much for rafe.

rafe sat on the edge of his father's desk, biting his nails, listening as his dad ranted about john b and sarah. ranting about the gold. ranting about everything he could complain about. rafe focused on the floor, tuning out his father's voice.

"rafe!" ward slammed his hand on his desk, rafe jumping and blinking a few times. "are you listening to me?" rafe nodded and ward reached behind his back, holding out a black pistol, rafe's eyes widening slightly. "i need your help"

"no, dad. i can't. i won't. no" rafe shook his head and ward cocked his head slightly, stepping closer but rafe stepped back. "no" rafe raced out the back, hopping in his car and speeding off.

rafe never told his father no. his knuckles turned white as he gripped the leather steering wheel, speeding off down the backroads of outer banks. rafe stopped roughly outside of your house and slammed his door and you jumped up at the sound.

you push open the screen door and your heart breaks at the sight of your disheveled looking boyfriend. rafe's eyes met yours and you opened the door wider, rafe pacing back and forth in your living room. "i-i-i can't keep doing this, yn. i just told my dad no. he held out a.. a gun. he said he needed my help. i can't keep doing this. i can't" rafe ranted and you walked over to him, holding out your hand.

you were rafe's safe haven. rafe stopped pacing and took your hand, relaxing at your warmth and you pulled him in for a hug. you two fell on the couch, his head on your chest and you comb your fingers through his hair and shush quietly.

rafe closed his eyes and breathed along with your heartbeat. his thumb rubbed over your side, mumbling incoherent words. "you're okay here, rafe. don't worry about him, baby. you're okay" you whisper, kissing his hair and trying to calm him. "do you want to eat something? i was just about to make grilled cheese and i can make some tomato soup too" rafe hummed and you chuckle, rafe sitting up.

before you stood up, rafe held your hand. "i'm sorry for.. always burdening you with my shit. you don't deserve it" rafe's voice was soft, and your were surprised at his apology.

"no, baby. you don't have to apologize. i'm here for you. i've been there for you for 3 years, and i plan on being her for many more years" you kiss him softly, then his forehead. rafe laid his head on your chest again, kissing your skin and watching as you got the items to make grilled cheese and tomato soup.

rafe took off his shoes and jacket, dragging his feet over to you and wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face in your neck. "i love you, yn, thank you so much"

"anything for you, rafe" you smile and he leaned against the counter. "what?"

"anything?" he asked with an eyebrow cocked and you looked at him nervously. "let's leave our phone here. go somewhere for a bit. escape this place, yeah? i have cash, that way they can't track the payments" rafe grabbed your hands and your eyes darted back and forth in between his.

"rafe, wouldn't your father kill you for running away and stealing his money?" you turn off the stove and hand him a plate and a bowl.

"not if it's from the savings account he funds for me to spend" he smiles and you look at him, shaking your head with a smile.

"where do you want to go?" you ask and rafe grinned, kissing you softly.

"let's go to california" you raise your eyebrows and he smiles even wider- if possible. "let's get married out there"

"are you insane?!" you laugh and he chuckles, kissing your cheek. "okay, california it is. are you sure you want to leave our phones?"

"we can get burner phones. use them when we need each other if we ever get separated" rafe ran his teeth over his bottom teeth, holding up his pinky. "are you in?"

you shake your head as you smirk, linking your pinkies with his. "forever and a day, rafe cameron" you mumble and kiss your hand, rafe kissing his. he grabbed your face and kissed you passionately, your hands holding his elbows.

"forever and a day, yn. we'll start packing after we eat, sweetheart. i'll pack whatever clothes i have here" you nod and you two finish eating, rafe finishing with a smile. "i just love your cooking"

rafe was a different person when you distracted his mind. you were proud of him for coming to you instead of doing something stupid, you didn't want to bail him out of jail ever.

you and rafe locked your phones away, rafe taking out all the money in the bank and cutting up his card, throwing it away. you and rafe were off to california, and you would return when you two got sick of california. you hoped that you both never got sick of it, and that he wanted to stay there forever, start a new life. one could only hope, right?

[miekasa]

I’m in love with the idea of twitch streamer bf eren

OKAY ME TOO!! Easily top 3 best Eren concepts imo it’s just so good and so... him, he falls on the gamer himbo boyfriend side of the scale for sure

Let’s start with his setup: purple and/or green with a dark wood tabletop. He keeps the lights green during the day or when his computer is idle, and mixes in the purple when it’s dark out because he likes the Ambiance. 

Only one monitor and do not let him buy another one no matter how much he claims he needs it. He does not. He has a TV in his room tho, but it’s not mounted above or near his desk; it’s on the opposite wall that faces his bed. Laying down and watching Netflix takes priority.  

He’s a sucker for themed keyboards/keycaps. If he finds a set themed around his favorite show or a character he likes, he’ll buy it. No self control.

The majority of his keyboards have that super clacky almost officey sounding click to them, and he’s obsessed with it. Sometimes he fucks around on Google Docs typing nonsense just to hear the keyboard make noise.

Puts in special keycaps on the ones with your initials on whichever keyboard he’s using at the moment <3 gamer boyfriend things <33

Always swears he wants to do some kind of special event or thank you for subscriber/follower milestones, but he never catches his own milestones 😭😭 by the time he realizes he has 100k subs, he’s already on 103k or something 

Then he calls you, his friends, and his subscribers fake for not pointing it out to him like sir it’s right there on your screen please. All you had to do was LOOK

If he’s in the middle of a game and he really has a to pee, or he’s gotta go do something, he’ll yell for you, and you come in, obviously slightly worried, but then Eren is just hurriedly giving you instructions, “Here, press left or right to move, spacebar to fire, avoid these, kill those. That ugly look thing to the left is Jean, and over there is his character. You’re teammates, I’ll be right back,” before he puts his headphones on your head and runs off. Now you’re left to fend for yourself, good luck.

He can be gone anywhere from 30 seconds to 30 minutes 😭😭 if he’s gone for a short amount of time, he comes back with just as much chaotic energy to take back his headphones and shoo you away as he did to throw it all on you pls.

Other times, he’ll go and make a whole ass meal and come back sauntering in with a half eaten grilled cheese in hand, “Oh shit are you still playing, babe—hey you’re doing really well, look at you go!”

When you’re not there, he mentions you a lot, because he’s always thinking about you no matter how small it is; even just the design of a character would prompt him to a make a comment, “I don’t think my girlfriend has ever played this, but I know she’d main this character.” 

Does he invite you to play a game he knows you’ve never played or are bad at with him on his stream, knowing full well he’s an ace at it and will crush you publicly? Absolutely. Without a doubt. 

There’s always a very shameless, not at all subtle shoutout to his Instagram in the middle of all his streams please, he’ll be playing a game and randomly it’s like, “Fire pic on Instagam by the way, go like that.” 

His comments are pretty respectful whenever you’re there or he mentions you; there’s a few cheeky randoms who like to make donations whenever you’re on the screen or say some inappropriate stuff, but Eren’s learned to just ignore it. It doesn’t make him happy, and he might tell people to chill if it’s excessive, but he won’t call out anything explicitly and make you uncomfortable while you’re there. 

Sometimes Connie will make a comment about how you’re hot, and that’s definitely something Eren will call out and bring attention to, more so to mock Connie than anything. 

At one point, his subscribers keep asking for more content with you (especially if you’re not there often/it’s been a while since people have seen a peek of you), to which Eren will pout because, “Hey, this is my Twitch-- now, look, you’ve gotten your Eren’s hot girlfriend privileges revoked for the week.”

Terrible at doing unboxing videos whenever he gets sent product because he just rips things open 😭😭 he’s too eager to do ASMR or gentle/detailed unboxing, he just wants to test out the new parts as soon as possible. 

Abuses his spinny gamer chair. Spins himself dizzy on it (yes, while he’s streaming and waiting for lobbies/things to load), spins you dizzy on it when you’re just trying to be comfy, spins the both of you dizzy when he’s trapped you on his lap. 

He’d be one of those lucky people who gets a cool single name user/ID. Like he gets just @eren or @jaeger/yeager, because his name is pretty unique, but I can totally see him going the typical fun gamer tag route. 

His content is anything from him streaming Overwatch and COD to terraforming his Animal Crossing island, he does not discriminate. One day you could get Eren calling Jean a fucking dumbass for not healing him, and the next day he’s doing his best impressions of Timmy and Tommy.

Do not put it past him to build you a whole ass PC setup if you express the slightest interest in one, even if it’s not solely for gaming/you wanna use it for work/school. He’ll do it. He’ll make his hyperfixating work for him. 

Plus then he’d get to give you one of his old keyboards and give you special keycaps with his initials and go on about how he’s officially got a gamer gf even if all you can do is press the spacebar <33 

[likeahorribledream]

Missing Piece

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six |

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader / Beefy!Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 4.7k

Warnings: Fluff, talk of the Winter Soldier, anxiety.

Notes at the end.

After Bucky’s heartbreaking revelation, you spent the entire afternoon just holding him as he finally fell asleep. You took a few short naps while he slept but you couldn’t sleep like he did, you were too worried about him. Every time he made the tiniest sound, you’d almost stop breathing.

You woke him up for dinner. You felt bad about it but he needed to eat. You repeated his name softly until his eyes finally opened.

‘’Hey.’’ You whispered. ‘’I’m gonna go to the kitchen and get you something to eat, ok?’’

He shook his head no and tightened his hold on you. ‘’Not hungry.’’

‘’I know you’re not hungry but you still need to eat ok? It’ll make you feel better.’’ You kissed the side of his neck. ‘’I’ll bring food here and we can eat while watching a movie, if that’s something you want to do. It might help keep your mind off of things.’’

It took a few seconds before he answered, you’d almost thought he had fallen back asleep.

‘’Ok…’’ He agreed, finally giving in. ‘’But I’m choosing the movie.’’

‘’You got yourself a deal.’’

Except Bucky didn’t let go of you and you couldn’t move.

‘’Buck? You need to let go of me.’’ You chuckled.

‘’Do I have to?’’ His tone would have been whiny if it weren’t for how raspy he sounded from sleeping for so long.

‘’Yes, you do.’’

He groaned. ‘’When did you get so demanding?’’

You rolled your eyes and sat up when he finally let go of you. You hadn’t realized how numb your entire body was from being in the same position for hours until just now. Bucky turned around to look at you when he noticed that you weren’t getting out of bed.

‘’For someone who was so eager to get away from me, you aren’t doing a lot to get out of my bed.’’ He smirked. ‘’Can’t get enough of me uh?’’ He sounded so cocky.

‘’You wished, Barnes.’’

‘’Damn right I wish. Now come back here.’’ He lifted his shoulders from the mattress and tried to grab you by your waist.

You lifted the covers quickly and jumped out of his bed before he could touch you, otherwise you’d never be able to go get dinner.

‘’So mean.’’ He pouted, looking at you.

You stuck out your tongue at him and walked to the door, opening it before looking back at him. ‘’I’ll be gone for 10 minutes, try to survive.’’

‘’I’ll try but no guarantees.’’

Bucky laid back down and closed his eyes.

‘’No falling asleep. You better pick a movie before I’m back or there will be hell to pay.’’ You called loudly over your shoulder as you walked towards the elevator.

‘’I’m terrified, shaking.’’ He answered loud enough for you to hear him.

You laughed.

The whole way down to the kitchen, you couldn’t stop smiling. You had been so worried about Bucky all day, you were relieved to see that he felt better. He wasn’t his usual self but the fact that he was able to make jokes and tease you was enough to ease your mind, at least a little.

You decided to heat up a can of chicken noodle soup and to make grilled cheese sandwiches for the two of you. It wasn’t a big dinner but it was enough to take care of the hunger. You put everything on a tray and hoped not to trip before reaching Bucky’s room.

As promised, you were back within 10 minutes and Bucky had already set up the movie, he was waiting for you to press play. You walked carefully as you moved towards the bed, gently putting the tray down. You were proud of yourself for not spilling anything.

You waited until he settled himself comfortably against his headboard and gave him his bowl of soup and put the plate with his grilled cheese sandwich on the nightstand right next to him. You walked around the bed and sat up against the headboard by his side, grabbing your own bowl and putting your plate on the nightstand next to you.

‘’Ready?’’ He said.

‘’Yes!’’

Bucky pressed play on the movie and you started eating. You didn’t want him to feel like his every move was being watched so you subtly looked at him through the corner of your eyes to see if he was eating. He took his time, but at least he was eating.

For the next 20 minutes all that could be heard in his room was the movie and the clinking of your spoons against your bowls. When you were both done, you took your dirty dishes and put them back on the tray and for now, you left the tray on his desk.

You sat on the bed in your previous position and continued watching the movie. In less than a minute, Bucky was wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you against him.

‘’Need you closer.’’

You chuckled and moved to sit between his legs with your back to his chest. You rested your head against his shoulder and looked up at him.

‘’Better?’’

He kissed your cheek and wrapped his arms around you, his hands laying flat on your stomach; something he liked to do. ‘’Much.’’

He kissed the side of your head and then your cheeks, multiple times and he had you giggling like a love sick teenager. ‘’Thank you.’’ He whispered.

‘’You don’t have to thank me Bucky, it mostly came from a can.’’

He laughed but his voice was serious. ‘’Still. Thank you for bringing me something to eat and…’’ He took a pause. ‘’Just for caring for me. You could walk away, y’know. I wouldn’t be mad. I know this is a lot.. I’m a lot…’’

You lifted your head to kiss his jaw.

‘’I’m not going anywhere. Not as long as you don’t ask me to leave.’’

He smiled down at you. ‘’I won’t.’’

‘’Then I’ll always be right there with you.’’

He simply nodded, trying to control the grin on his face.

You smiled and you both brought your attention back to the movie.

The movie was nearly over when you felt Bucky’s heart rate go up against your back. You watched the screen but you weren’t watching the movie anymore, your sole focus being Bucky. You waited and just like you thought, he started to get antsy. His hands were a lot warmer and you could feel them even through your shirt, the heat you felt against your back was just as hot and he was fidgeting.

You leaned a little bit more into him and put your hands on his, hoping it would help but he wasn’t getting better. The anxiety was back. You quickly grabbed the remote and turned off the TV. You turned to face him and sat on your knees, still between his legs.

You looked at his face and your heart broke. His jaw was clenched and you could see the panic in his eyes.

‘’It’s okay, you’re okay.’’ You hesitated before touching him, you weren’t sure if he was still ok with being touched so you tried to avoid any skin to skin contact. ‘’What do you need? What do you want me to do?’’

His eyes finally met yours. He wasn’t even sure of what he needed or wanted, aside from wanting and needing this to stop. He took a few deep breaths like you had shown him earlier. He felt like someone was sitting on his chest and crushing his lungs.

It all came back so quickly, he was confused as to why this was happening. One second he was ok and the next he felt like he was dying.

His mouth opened and closed a few times, not knowing what to ask for.

‘’Is it ok if I touch you?’’ He quickly nodded.

Only your arms were moving to reach out to him. You wrapped them around his neck and held him against you. His own were resting loosely on your hips. You gently rocked him back and forth, stroking his back with one hand.

His hands grabbed the back of your thighs and he lifted you, high enough so that he could close his legs together under you and gently put you down to sit on his thighs with your knees on each side of his body.

He held you closer as you hugged him tighter.

‘’Do you want to lie down?’’ You asked, keeping your tone as soft and soothing as possible.

‘’Can you still hold me if we do?’’

‘’Anything you need.’’

He put his right hand against your back, holding you as he turned the both of you over. You were now laying on your back, your head on a pillow while he laid on top of your body, his head resting just below your neck.

This was his favorite position when he needed to be comforted and you thought it was adorable.

You put one arm around his shoulders while with the other one you ran your fingers through his hair, sometimes stopping to massage his scalp. He moved his head just a little bit to look at you and you kissed his forehead.

‘’Do you want to talk about what’s bothering you? Do you think it could help?’’

You kept running your fingers through his hair, it seemed to relax him. ‘’Or maybe you could tell me about your life in the 20s-30s, tell me all the dirt there is to know about Steve.’’

Thinking about young Steve made Bucky smile.

‘’Steve was always getting himself into trouble. He picked fights with bullies twice his size all the time.’’ He laughed silently. ‘’Even back then he was always fighting for what’s right. I always respected him for that. I had to jump in often before he’d really get his ass kicked. The girls loved that. It made me very popular.’’ He smirked.

You laughed. ‘’Oh, I bet.’’

‘’It’s true, I swear. I mean, I wasn’t standing up for him for the attention but it was a nice way to get girls to date me.’’ He shrugged.

‘’What do you mean get girls to date you? You thought that was the only way you could get dates?’’ You asked, surprised.

‘’Well.. yeah.’’

‘’Bucky, have you seen yourself? Believe me, girls didn’t need a reason to date you. You just thought they did.’’

He looked up at you, a grin on his face. ‘’Liking what you see, uh?’’

He wiggled his eyebrows, teasing you.

You shrugged. ‘’Meh, not really my type. You’re ok, I guess.’’

He made it so easy for you to tease him.

He frowned, lifting his head up to fully look at you. ‘’I’m not your type?!’’

You tried not to laugh or smile at his reaction. ‘’I mean…’’

He eyed you suspiciously, trying to see if you were lying or telling the truth but you had a good poker face on.

‘’Oh, baby. I’m definitely your type.’’ He had a smug look on his face.

‘’You can try to change my mind but… I don’t think it’ll work.’’ His smile faltered and he seemed like he was about to pout.

You waited a few more seconds, then you laughed. Bucky shook his head and pinched your side, not enough to hurt but just enough to annoy. ‘’You’re the worst.’’

‘’Now, look who’s lying.’’ You said, pointing a finger at him.

‘’Who says I’m lying?’’

‘’So, you think I’m the worst?’’

‘’Yep.’’

‘’The worst ever?’’

‘’E-V-E-R.’’

‘’Fine, then look me in the eye and tell me I’m the worst E-V-E-R.’’ You dared him.

He lifted himself up and moved until his face was right in front of yours. He looked into your eyes and opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out.

‘’That’s what I thought.’’ You laughed.

He rolled his eyes and hid his face in the crook of your neck, laying down again. With all the jokes and the teasing, Bucky’s mind wasn’t focused on his anxiety anymore and you could tell he was slowly calming down. His body temperature went down, his heart rate and his breathing went back to normal. Thank goodness.

You kept his mind busy by asking him about what he liked to do when he was a teenager and when he was in his 20s, what kind of music he liked then and what kind of music he liked now, his favorite book of all time and what movies he could watch over and over again without ever getting tired of it.

You saw his little dorky side when he answered all of your questions. He got so excited and went on for almost a full hour of just telling you about all the things he liked, his eyes all wide and excited. For that entire hour, the sweet innocent Bucky Barnes was back and you adored him.

He told you about his favorite books from the 20s and 30s that he had absolutely loved but couldn’t find anywhere anymore. Every library and bookstore were drowning in ‘’the twilight stuff’’ he said.

‘’You know I have most of those books in my room, right?’’

He sat up quickly and looked at you shocked. ‘’What?’’

‘’Yeah, I’ve been collecting books since I was a little girl. I bought those from garage sales.’’

He grabbed your face with both his hands and brought you closer to his own. ‘’Please tell me you’re not kidding again.’’

‘’I’d never kid about books James Buchanan, you should know that by now.’’ You teased him.

He got excited again. ‘’The entire week you’re gone, I’ll be spending it in your room. I’m not even asking for permission. If you didn’t want me in there, you shouldn’t have told me about the books. That’s on you.’’ He grinned.

You laughed. ‘’Fine. No eating chips in my bed though! I don’t need to exfoliate my body with crumbs while I sleep.’’

‘’You sure?’’ He cocked his head. ‘’I think I read something somewhere that it was real good for your skin.’’ He let go of your face and laid back down on the bed next to you.

‘’I think that’s just wishful thinking.’’ You turned your head to look at him.

‘’You might be right.’’ He laughed.

You turn to lay on your side to completely face him. ‘’How are you feeling?’’

He waited before giving you an answer to think about it. ‘’I feel good… I think it’s over. For now.’’

You smiled. ‘’We’ll take them one at a time, as they come.’’

He turned to lay on his side too, facing you.

‘’Why do you spend so much time helping me?’’ He genuinely wondered.

‘’Why wouldn’t I?’’

‘’Because I don’t deserve help… Not after what I’ve done. I don’t deserve to have you.’’

‘’Buck, you deserve help. You need to stop believing that you don’t. You’re a good person, an amazing person even. Anyone would be lucky to have you in their life. What happened to you… It doesn’t change that. Steve hasn’t told me everything but from what he’s said none of it was you. Maybe it’s not my place to say this but I think you need to hear it.’’ You paused, thinking carefully about how you were going to say this without triggering him.

‘’What they did to you… It was horrible. It was a hundred times worse than horrible. I know you remember everything, I know you feel guilty for all of them because you lived it but… Bucky, you couldn’t even speak unless you were given permission. They had to wipe your memory all the time because the real Bucky kept clawing his way back to the surface and you would have never done any of it if you had any control whatsoever. If you were a bad person, they wouldn’t have had to do what they did to you for so long. You would have done it without being forced to. If you were a bad person, you wouldn’t feel guilty about any of it. You wouldn’t wake up in the middle of the night from nightmares, you wouldn’t feel bad about yourself, you just wouldn’t care. They had to take everything that made you who you were away from you in order to be able to make you do what they wanted.’’

You pointed to his chest, to his heart, with your index. ‘’You have a good heart, James. As much as they tried to change that, the good in you was always stronger than the bad they tried to force into you and the good won in the end. I don’t expect you to stop feeling guilty, I don’t expect you to stop having nightmares because that’s your good heart winning over the bad again. I wish I could take all your pain away, all your bad memories and everything they made you do; just take it all away. But as I see it, it’s a reminder that you won Buck. They spent over 70 years trying to make you into an emotionless killing machine but look at where you are now. You won, Buck. I know it might not feel like you did but I promise you, you did.’’

You wiped some of his tears that had fallen on his cheeks. ‘’So yes, you deserve help. You deserve to have people around you that love and support you, people that’ll stand up for you, people that believe in you and how good you are. I know you compare yourself a lot to Steve and to me, you’re just as good as he is. No matter what happened before. You’re stuck with me for a long time.’’

You smiled at him. ‘’Exchange and refunds aren’t available for your purchase, I’m sorry.’’ You joked, trying to make him laugh.

He smiled and pulled you into a hug, nuzzling his face against yours. He was speechless.

‘’Could I have an official letter that says you think I’m better than Steve with your signature? Just so I can use it against him when he’s annoying.’’

‘’Mmmh, I think the words I used were just as good.’’

‘’I am 99.9% sure you said I was better than him. By a lot.’’

You laughed. ‘’Well if you’re that sure, you must be right then.’’

He raised his head to rest his forehead against yours. ‘’All jokes aside… Thank you.’’ He whispered.

‘’Anytime.’’ You closed your eyes.

‘’You’re gonna come back, right? After the mission…’’

You opened your eyes, surprised.

‘’Of course. I’ll always come back, I promise.’’

‘’You can’t promise that… You never know what might happen.’’

‘’James, I promise. I’ll always come back. Just trust me.’’ You kissed his forehead. ‘’Get some sleep.’’

The rest of the week flew by quickly. Bucky seemed to be doing a lot better though there were some moments when he would close up on himself but you were always right there to bring him back.

You had to spend a lot more time with Steve and Natasha because you would be working together on the assignment. You needed to work out the details of everyone’s specific job, what to bring and more importantly what you needed to bring back with you.

Bucky was always somewhere close when you had your meetings. He really tried to not be in his room as much and you loved that he was making so many efforts. He started to look and act a lot more like himself. His personality was really shining through and you were glad that the rest of the team could see more of his Bucky side. He seemed to slowly be letting go of the Winter Soldier, though there were things he would never be able to leave behind, the small details that he had held on to for so long because he thought he had to were being pushed aside to, hopefully, be forgotten for good.

You felt bad to be leaving at such an important time in his healing process but you knew he was strong and he would get through it without you.

The day that both you and Bucky most dreaded was here. You had to wake up at 3am as you had to leave at 4am sharp. Not one minute later, Captain’s order.

The night before you had tried to convince Bucky to sleep in his room, that way when you woke up you could just leave and let him sleep instead of keeping him awake as you got ready but he never gave in.

When your alarm rang at 3, you quickly grabbed your phone to shut it off so as to not wake Bucky up. A few seconds later you felt him move behind you.

‘’Is it time already?’’ He was still half asleep and it was more of a mumble than anything else.

‘’Yes.’’ You whispered. ‘’Go back to sleep.’’

You tried moving but his arm that was around you held you down.

‘’Just 5 more minutes.’’ He mumbled again, nuzzling his face in your neck making you shiver.

How could you say no to that?

‘’Fine. 5 more minutes but that’s it.’’

You had actually given him 10 more minutes.

‘’Ok Buck, I really need to get up now otherwise I’m going to be late and Cap’s gonna have my ass.’’ You tried wiggling out of his hold. No success.

‘’That ass is mine, tell that to Steve.’’

You chuckled. The man had no filter when he was half asleep.

‘’Buck…. I need to go.’’

‘’Ok,ok. I’m up.’’ He kissed your shoulder and sat up, letting go of your waist finally allowing you to move.

You got out of bed, shivering from the drop in temperature compared to being wrapped in blankets and Bucky.

‘’What do you mean you’re up? Go back to sleep! It’s almost 3:30.’’

You waited until your eyes had adjusted to the darkness before moving around to grab your clothes and bags. You didn’t want to turn on any lights so Bucky could go back to sleep, but apparently he had a different idea in mind. He switched on the lamp on the nightstand next to him, blinding you in the process.

‘’I’ll go back to sleep after you’ve left. I’m walking you to the jet.’’ He stretched his arms and back, getting out of bed.

The moment his feet touched the floor of your room, you knew you had lost and there was no way you could change his mind. You still tried though.

You grabbed your tactical gear. ‘’You don’t have to do that.’’

‘’I know I don’t have to, but I want to.’’ He shrugged.

You smiled and hurried to your bathroom to change from your pyjamas to your uniform. You didn’t have a special suit like Steve did. They were very simple clothes that were just a little more flexible so you could move easily in them and you wore combat boots. Your uniform also had a few holsters for knives and guns, but you wouldn’t need those until you landed in Russia.

You walked back into your room and your heart almost melted at how adorable Bucky looked. He was sitting at the edge of the bed, fighting sleep like his life depended on it with your bag right next to him. He was still in his sweats and the t-shirt he was always wearing to bed but he had his boots on, completely unlaced, and somehow he made it look good.

‘’Ready?’’ He yawned.

You nodded while putting on your leather jacket and he stood up. He took your bag in his left hand and led you out of your room with his right hand at the small of your back. Once the two of you had passed the door, he wrapped his right arm around your shoulders and brought you closer to his side as you both walked towards the elevator.

You pressed the ‘’up’’ button and waited in silence as you were both very tired. When the doors finally opened, you walked in and pressed the button for the roof. Bucky pulled you closer until you were standing facing him and hugged you with both arms. You put your arms around his waist and hugged him back. Appreciating the few minutes left you had together for the next week.

When the elevator dinged and the doors opened on the roof, you went back to your previous position under his arm and you walked towards Steve who was waiting near the quinjet.

‘’Good morning!’’ Steve greeted you with a huge smile on his face and a tone that was way too cheery for the time.

You and Bucky both groaned at the same time at how happy he was to see you. You looked at Steve, he looked so well rested. ‘’Did you even sleep last night?’’ You asked.

‘’Yep.’’ He smiled.

‘’You’re gonna have to share your secrets with me because you always look so well rested, it’s annoying.’’ You yawned, covering your mouth with your hand.

‘’I took the super soldier serum, I was on ice for almost 70 years, I moisturize daily and go to bed early when I have to get up at 3. Then, I actually get up at 3.’’

You raised your hands in defeat and pointed to Bucky. ‘’Take that up with him, I was up at 3.’’

‘’I don’t remember you putting that much of a fight.’’ He nudged your side. ‘’Can’t believe you just threw me under the bus like that.. No hesitation.’’ He sighed. ‘’Loyalty is so hard to find these days.’’

You rolled your eyes. ‘’Are all men over 100 this dramatic?’’

Steve looked at the both of you, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. ‘’Are you always like this?’’ He asked.

‘’Like what?’’ You frowned.

‘’Bickering. You could easily pass for a married couple that’s been together for decades.’’

You gasped. ‘’Married for decades and I don’t have a ring? Talk about a let down.’’

‘’Aw, my poor baby.’’ Bucky pat you on the head.

‘’I should divorce you.’’ You swatted at his hand on your head.

‘’You can try, but you’d miss me too much.’’

You shrugged, tilting slightly your head to the side. ‘’Meh, you’re probably right.’’

‘’You two exhaust me.’’ Steve said, pinching the bridge of his nose.

‘’Where’s Nat? Is she already inside?’’ You chose to ignore his remark.

‘’Right here.’’ You hear a voice coming from behind you and a few seconds later Natasha was standing next to Steve.

You smiled at her and turned your attention back to Steve, missing the way she was eyeing you and Bucky and the tiny smirk that appeared on her lips but Bucky saw it. He just glared at her and tightened his hold around you.

Steve looked at the time. ‘’Ok, wheels up in five. See ya later, Buck.’’

‘’Later, punk.’’

Steve shook his head at the nickname and disappeared in the jet, Nat right behind him not bothering to say anything to Bucky because neither of them cared.

Bucky gently dropped your bag to the ground and grabbed you by the waist.

‘’Come here.’’ He smiled, pulling you to his chest. He put his arms around your waist and kissed your forehead.

You wrapped your arms around his torso, resting your face against his chest and held on for as long as you could before Steve yelled at you that you needed to go.

‘’I’ll miss you baby.’’ He whispered against your skin.

‘’I’ll miss you too.’’ You whispered back, your voice muffled by his chest.

He relanctualy let go, picking your bag up again and gave it to you. Your fingers wrapped around the straps of the bag and Bucky pulled gently on the bag to bring you close again. He kissed your cheek. ‘’Be careful.’’

‘’Be good.’’ You told him.

You smiled at each other and Bucky took his hand away from the bag, taking a few steps back. You turned around and walked in the jet, only turning once to smile and wave at Bucky. Ok, maybe it was two times.

The door closed behind you and you headed for your seat. Steve went in the front and sat behind the commands. ‘’Buckle up.’’ He said to both you and Nat.

Bucky watched the quinjet rise in the air and he stayed on the roof until it was completely out of sight. Just like that, you were gone.

Your heart clenched at the thought of not being able to see him or talk to him for an entire week, you tried to ease your mind by telling yourself that everything was going to be ok. Because everything was going to be.

Right…?

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The Brothers and Side Characters Play the Sims

I don’t know what possessed me to make this but WHATEVER. I’ve been playing the Sims since I was a wee little girl, and I’ve seen my fair share of weird Sims stuff that I feel would fit these bozos perfectly.

My Sims have a Functional Family Life Because I Don’t (Lucifer)

God dammit Levi’s obsessed with another game... ugh.

Spends 5 minutes in Create-a-Sim and hops into a starter home.

Lucifer’s the type to start with all the average stuff and then build their stuff up as his sim gets promotions.

It’s just... so peaceful...

...he’s adopting a dog.

Look at his new little virtual family... his sim-kids are self sufficient and getting A’s in school, his Sim spouse MC or Diavolo take your pick loves his Sim-self, his sim-dog-

WAIT NO- THE DOG’S AN ELDER?!

AAAAAAAAAAAAA-

...

He’s fine. It was just a virtual dog. *sniffle*

He’s now spending his free time drinking Demonus and playing the Sims.

What’s a mod? Levi why does your sim have gun?

Behold, My Gorgeous Home... It’s a Box (Mammon)

Mammon, like the rest of the HOL, is mooching off of Levi’s Origin account.

“AW SHIT! This house looks awesome! I’m gonna build it for Sim-me to live in!”

Mammon proceeds to build a box with rooms. Yay...

He just picks the funnest sounding job if he picks any job at all for his Sim. That’s how he ended up making 9 dollars an hour in the criminal career.

Didn’t stop Mammon from buying that solid gold bathroom set from Get Famous... a box with solid gold bathrooms.

His Sim is broke send help-

“Leviiiiiii my sim needs money... the people my sim kidnapped and is forcing to paint aren’t making enough money...” “Ugh... press control shift C and type ‘motherlode’.”

...Levi made a mistake.

“FUCK YEAH! MOTHERLODE!”

His sim’s life is so chaotic, he has a piranha pool that his sim has almost died in twice, the sim is carrying on several torrid love affairs, his sim got struck by lightning, his sim has nearly died in a grilled cheese making accident twice... in the same day.

At least once Sim-Mammon and Sim-MC get married things calm down a little.

Mammon finds out what custom content is and proceeds to download EVERYTHING HE CAN FIND.

And now he’s asking Levi why his computer is running so slow.

Expansion Pack King (Leviathan)

He got into it back when the Sims 2 was new, he’s a veteran fan.

“Bro remember when Agnes Crumplebottom would show up and whack the shit out of your sims if they were flirting?”

“Remember when that witch would show up randomly on the lot you were on if you had Makin’ Magic?”

“Remember when Bella Goth was abducted by aliens and we just... didn’t question it?”

He whines about the Sims4 and how crappy it is but still buys every expansion pack, game pack, and stuff pack.

This boy watches like 40 hours of built tutorials and ends up sobbing over his weird roofs.

“WHY DOESN’T IT LOOK AS NICE AS THE ONE I’M LOOKING AT?! THIS ISN’T FAIR!”

The mod folder is so full istg-

Levi gets custom content for the sole purpose of making his favourite fictional characters.

This is why Henry and the Lord of Shadows are married and Ruri-chan and Sim-Levi are roommates.

Oh my god they were roommates-

Levi also added his brothers to the world and uh... Sim-Mammon died in a tragic pool accident F.

Levi then proceeded to befriend the Grim Reaper.

He’s anxiously awaiting the release of Paralives.

Wait Gameplay? In This Build Simulator? (Satan)

Satan’s here to build and leave. Gameplay who?

Our favourite bundle of rage is a master architect and the amount of followers on the Gallery he has shows it.

He takes up those build shell challenges and always ends up making them look positively perfect.

Asmo’s always using his houses, and Satan often takes requests when he gets bored.

No Mammon, he reserves the right to refuse to build a golden castle for you- YOUR SIM HAS 40 SIMOLEONS-

No mods, no CC, he’s building with what EA gave him.

...and EA gave him debug objects, and he’s not going to explain how to get them.

The one time he did actually play with a family... it was one sim and seven cats.

He tries to play without cheats... and ends up getting frustrated and turns on cheats.

All hail the Pets Expansion Pack.

Custom Content Soap Opera (Asmodeus)

Asmo spends 5 hours in Create a Sim then just... clicks out of the game.

That’s how it goes most of the time, buuuuuut when he gets super invested in a family he’s made, boy howdy is he INVESTED.

Sim A is carrying on an affair with Sim C who’s in love with Sim B who’s married to Sim A but Sim D wants to kill Sim A and C even though they’re the illegitimate child of Sim C-

When Asmo realizes that in the Sims 4 he needs to manufacture all the drama himself and he can’t just sit back with a glass of wine and watch the fireworks, he switches to the Sims 2 and 3.

“...why is this old lady beating up my Sim..?”

He immediately recoils in horror upon seeing how ugly the Sims are pre Sims4.

HE NEEDS TO FIX THIS-

Ah, there we go, perfect. Custom Content to the rescue!

He ends up remaking the entire world just so he doesn’t have to look at weird looking Sims.

Asmo is the only one to have finished a proper Legacy Challenge, but it gets crazy chaotic after gen 3.

“My sim just got abducted by aliens and now he’s pregnant- WHAT?!”

He has about 40 saves and only two he actually plays.

Just a Big Ol’ Happy Family (Beelzebub)

Beel found the game, proceeded to make everyone in create-a-sim to the best of his abilities, and made everyone get along.

That’s why Sim-Lucifer and Sim-Belphie are on a swing set together, they’re friends :D

“Hey Luke do you think you can make this?” “I-is that a cake shaped like a hamburger?” “Yes. Please make.”

He took one look at the cooking options and decided to max out his Sim’s cooking skill to unlock all the options.

Beel proceeded to drool all over his keyboard. Gross...

Boy howdy did he have some crazy dinner suggestions!

Overall, very wholesome Sim-life, except for the time Sim-Levi died because the toilet caught fire, don’t worry, Sim-Beel knows how to make ambrosia.

All is good in the Sim save...

...until Sim-Beel ate pufferfish nigiri and fuckin died-

Wait Did I Not Pause- (Belphie)

Huh, this game looks fine... I’ll play for a little- *SNORE*

Belphie makes some sims, plops them into a starter home, plays for an hour, then falls asleep.

He wakes up five hours later to absolute carnage.

Three sims have died because someone decided to make Mac and Cheese and the oven caught fire, the kids were taken away by social services, and the dog ran away.

“...heheh, holy shit everyone look.”

He doesn’t play often, but when he does, death occurs. He has found out every death method for every game from Sims 2 to 4.

And that INCLUDES the Sims Medieval! You guys remember that game?

Sometimes it’s not intentional, but Belphie got bored with the totally normal life his sims were living and decided to spice it up.

“Why are the ghosts breaking my showers..?”

Help There’s a Bug- (Diavolo)

The Crown Prince started playing when he noticed Lucifer was playing it.

He was immediately obsessed.

Dia mostly plays the Sims Medieval because he likes the feeling of achievement after completing a quest!

“Barbatos... why isn’t my Sim completing their task? The icon won’t show up.” “My lord it appears the game is bugged.” “:(“

No one thought to tell Diavolo that EA doesn’t plan on offering bug support to a game made in like... 2009

This doesn’t matter! Look at how great his kingdom is doing- oh no his hero has the plague-

He plays through the Pirates and Nobles expansion and manages to get the peaceful ending, he’s so proud of himself.

“MC! Look! My Monarch’s sword is permanently on fire and I’m fighting an evil wizard!”

When he does play the other Sims games he’s pretty basic, though, he does a great job at furnishing!

Dia gets crazy sad when his Sims die... he turns off aging.

Builder no. 2 (Barbatos)

Barbie doesn’t have time for this... but when he does, he builds.

No create a sim.

No playing the game as intended.

Just builds.

It’s relaxing, okay? A nice little suburban house he’s never going to play in, maybe a treehouse, maybe a big Hollywood Mansion...

The only time he actually plays the game outside of build mode is when someone needs his help to fix something in-game.

He does download custom content build items if he feels bored by the current selection.

Oh Crap What Am I Doing?! (Simeon)

Help him. Please.

He’s so confused.

“Luke, why is my sim upset?” “He’s hungry, Simeon.” “Oh, how do I fix that?” “...Simeon-”

There’s a toilet in the middle of the living room.

The fridge is facing the wall.

There’s no bathtub or shower.

The house is on fire- there is no god- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

Okay, once he gets the hang of it he’s sitting pretty. His sims have good jobs, the kids are getting good grades, everything���s fine.

...

But Simeon won’t forget the nightmares.

What Even is This Save? (Solomon)

Solomon’s save is the definition of chaos.

One sim’s a vampire, the other is a spellcaster that really wants to fight the Callientes for some reason, there’s one normal sim that’s always sick for some reason,

It gets weird, confusing, and horrible.

Just how Solomon likes it.

His house makes no sense, like, what even is architecture?

Money cheats are needed because Solomon‘a goal of chaos and confusion is proving to be kind of expensive.

Square up Mortimer Goth, Solomon’s sims are here to steal your weird knight statue that’s worth a shit ton of simoleons for NO REASON.

He joined the scientist career for the sole purpose of getting to the alien planet and kidnapping adding an alien to the household via cheats.

The vampire ended up dying on their wedding day because Solomon forgot that he gave them the sun weakness.

Oh well, the ghost got added to the household! VAMPIRE GHOST!

The Child (Luke)

Before you say Luke’s too young to play the Sims, you should know that I was nine when I first started playing, and I turned out fiiiiiiiiiine.

He’s just happy to be playing.

Look, his sims are gardening :D

Look, two of them are getting married :D

Look, they had a baby :D

Look, his sims are building a rocket ship :D

Look, his sims’s rocket just crashed-

The concept of death hit the little angel right in the face that day.

“*sniffle*... my sims...”

Don’t worry, with tears in his eyes, Luke quit without saving and everything was fine!

Speaking of My Sims, Luke played MySims Sky Heroes and that was when Luke had his first bout of gamer rage.

MC came over to hang out with Solomon and Simeon, and in the distance they could just hear:

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN MY TIME WASN’T FAST ENOUGH TO CONTINUE THE STORY!? I’LL SHOW YOU FAST ENOUGH TIME!”

Okay, maybe Simeon should take the game away... just for a bit... he should take heed not to be bitten by the incredibly angry chihuahua.

Bonus:

MC: Why are our Sims married?

*Insert Boy Here*: Uh... that’s weird... I have no clue why they’re doing that...

[mcu-romanoff]

Science is Stupid

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Genre: pure fluff

Summary: You didn't do so good on a test and Natasha is the best girlfriend.

A/N: Hello! This idea totally didn't come to me because yesterday I took a test and am pretty sure I failed it and cried alone in my dorm room for an hour. Nope not me😂. Anyway enjoy this short little comfort fiction!

“Sweetheart? You in here?” Natasha called out as she entered your shared bedroom.

You buried yourself further into the blankets piled on the bed. You had your comfort blanket balled in your fists, and tears leaked from your eyes.

“Oh, baby. What happened?” Natasha said, rushing to your side. Everything had been fine this morning when she had left for training. You had just woken up and seemed your usual happy self, if not a little tired from staying up studying a bit too late into the night.

You let out a little sob, and Natasha pried the blankets away from your face so she could look at you. She pushed your hair from your face and stroked your cheek gently.

“Little one, what’s the matter?” Natasha asked again.

You let out another small sob and slowly sat up to face your girlfriend.

“I failed my science test,” you mumbled. You hated not doing well, and you wanted to impress your very cool avenger girlfriend.

“I studied so hard,” you continued. “And I failed. I just know it.” You hugged your knees into your chest.

“Baby, it’s okay,” Natasha said as she sat next to you on the bed and wrapped you in her arms. “I’m sure you did your very best.”

“But it wasn’t good enough. It was like I could see all my notes in my head, but I couldn’t make out the answers,” you cried out as another sob escaped.

“Oh darling, one test is not the end of the world, right?”

“I guess,” you said reluctantly, snuggling your head into Nat’s shoulder.

“And you do all the homework,” Natasha said, running her fingers soothingly through your hair.

“Yeah.”

“So one test is not the end. Plus, you are so smart, baby. You can do anything you put your mind to. Yeah?” Natasha said, lifting your head, so your eyes were looking into her eyes. She held your chin in her fingers, stroking your face. “Even stupid science tests you can ace, okay?”

You nodded.

“And for the next test, I’ll help you study. No way are you going to fail with my help,” Natasha said.

“I would love your help Natty,” you replied.

She gave you a feather-light kiss on your lips before kissing the top of your nose. You let out a little giggle.

“There’s that laugh,” Natasha said, smiling her beautiful smile.

“Your amazing Nat,” you said, leaning in to give her a proper kiss. “I love you so much.”

You and Natasha sat there on the bed, kissing and giggling together. She always made you smile. Your heart always felt lighter when she was around.

“Come on, pretty girl, let’s make lunch,” Natasha said, pulling you up off the bed.

“Fine,” you replied. “But only if I make it. Your grilled cheese always tastes funny.”

“Hey!” Natasha said, picking you up and carrying you into the kitchen.

“Well, it’s the truth,” you said as she dropped you so that you were sitting on the kitchen counter.

Natasha wrapped her arms around you and nuzzled into your neck.

“I love you, you know,” she said.

“Of course,” You said, kissing her forehead. “Now, put me down so I can make us some edible food!”

[kflixnet]

every movie director knows how to build a scene from just one sentence. and here, at kflixnet, we’re blessed to have some of the best directors join our team and showcase their amazing talent with us!

with that said, kflixnet presents our first event: a dialogue prompt event!

the rules are really simple.

- below the cut are 30 fluff prompts and 30 angst prompts for you to choose from. feel free to use as many as you want, but make sure that at least one (1) prompt is in your fic. - there is no word count limit! write as much or as little as you’d like! - you do not have to be a member to participate in the event. however, we do encourage you to apply if you’d like to take part in further such events in the future! - reblog this post to help spread the word to other interested writers! - the deadline to get your fics out is 21 january, 2022. - tag the network in your fic, and make sure to mention the event and which prompt(s) you chose in the a/n. - lastly, make sure the fic(s) comply with our rules and guidelines.

feel free to message @liliansun or @jenovious if you have any questions!

Fluff Prompt List:

“Isn’t that my hoodie? Well, it looks good on you.”

“Will you be mine, forever?”

“It’s you - it always has been, and it always will be.”

“Are you wearing my socks?” “Yeah, they’re warmer than mine.”

“Truth or dare?” “Neither.”

“I love your voice, you know that?”

“Are you sleeping?” “I’m trying to.”

“I bet if I kissed you right now, your lips would taste like candy.”

“Sing for me, darling.”

“You’ll always be special to me, I promise.”

“Let’s dance in the rain!” “Cliche, much?”

“Hey, look! Mistletoe.” “Nope, I’m not kissing you.”

“If you could have one thing in the entire world, what would it be?” “You.”

“I like you. You like me. I think it’s pretty self-explanatory, don’t you think?”

“I have butterflies in my stomach and they aren’t even here.”

“Do you even know how to cook?” “Nope.” “Just try not to burn down the kitchen.”

“Yes, I know it’s 1 am, but I want cupcakes.”

“Are you going to kiss me now?” “Only if you want me to.”

“You’re special. Especially to me.”

“Are you jealous?” “No.” “Am I supposed to believe you?”

“Do I distract you?” “In the best way possible.”

“Can you hold my hand?”

“I’m glad you’re here, with me.”

“Have I kissed you today?” “You tell me. Do I look like I’ve been kissed enough today?”

“What did you dream of?” “Our wedding.”

“I want a hug.” “Ask, and you shall receive.”

“I want a grilled cheese sandwich, please.” “Sure, but it costs one kiss.”

“Isn’t it beautiful?” “Yeah, just like you.”

“You’re perfect.”

“Stop staring at me!” “Why? I’ve got a beautiful view.”

Angst Prompt List:

“I’m sorry. I really am.”

“Just… stay away from me. Please.”

“Maybe you should try taking a leap of faith.”

“Why would you say that to me?”

“I could never leave you alone.” “Then why are you doing just that?”

“Why do we even need other people? We’ve got each other.”

“I love you.” “Don’t lie to yourself.”

“Are you willing to take that choice?”

“Sometimes letting go is the best thing anyone can ever do.”

“That’s not fair.”

“Aren’t you afraid of growing tired of me?” “I could never.”

“I’m so, so scared that this is all a lie.”

“You can’t just walk into someone’s life, make them feel special, and then leave.”

“We should take a break.”

“Who cares?” “Me!”

“You’re never second to me. You’re always first.”

“Why did you choose me?”

“Don’t shut me out.”

“I’m trying, but it’s just so hard.”

“What we had was magical. It’s not anymore.”

“I just want to be loved.”

“Did you even care about me?”

“I’m not good enough for you.”

“Please tell me this is all just a big, messed-up prank.”

“My intention was never to hurt you.”

“Things just… went downhill.”

“I think this is good for both of us. Gives us time to think.”

“Promise me you’ll come back.” “I… can’t.”

“I’ll always love you, but… maybe we weren’t meant to last.”

“Saying sorry doesn’t undo what you did.”

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