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robbyykeene · 2 years

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The problem I continue to have with this show is that as much as I love Johnny and Miguel’s relationship, it continues to come at the expense of Robby. And while this obviously creates Tension and Drama like you want in a tv show, there has failed to be any actual narrative acknowledgment that that is the cause of the tension and drama. And I don’t mean that there’s no acknowledgement of Robby and Miguel’s rivalry because like. Duh. But lately the show frames it as though the only problem is that Robby and Miguel are at odds, and once they finally become friends they can all be one big happy family with Johnny and live happily ever after. But Robby and Miguel’s contempt for each other was never the problem. It was Johnny’s inability to juggle the responsibilities of parenting his son while also being there for Miguel. Which is inadvertently what actually caused Miguel and Robby to dislike each other so much in the first place.

And I think that’s why I’m so just. Annoyed. Because they chose to characterize Johnny this way! They chose to make him an incredibly flawed person, and father in particular. And narratively and thematically that was a good and compelling choice! I mean, it was quite literally the foundation of the entire show. But more and more every season they’ve been outsourcing all of the legwork of Johnny’s redemption onto the characters around him. And if this is Johnny’s redemption story as they claim—if you want to create this flawed tragic character and then redeem him—then just do that. Commit to it! Don’t create a flawed character and then blame everyone around him for his problems, especially not the two kids who’ve been most affected by his faults and failings.

#like. i just KNOW this show. theyre predictable #and whats going to happen is miguel and robby will make uo and all will #be sunshine and rainbows #and yeah im exaggerating obviously #but reading what billy said in that interview #like. robby didnt ‘resist’ johnny being there for him johnny just. literally wasnt there for him. ever #and its so mind boggling genuinely #because the writers show one thing and say another #and i dont know what theyre so afraid of #of people not liking johnny? dont you WANT your audience to struggle? wasnt that the entire premise of the series?#to find this man loveable and sympathetic and then also kind of reprehensible in a lot of ways?#because if not then how is this a redemption story?#its just a male fantasy #white guy abandons his family succumbs to alcoholism beats the shit out of everyone around him and then with no work on his part is crowned #winner of everything and has everyone in his life tripping over themselves to have him forgive them #and if thats the show they want to make fine!!! but be UPFRONT about it for fucks sake #and i say shit like this and people accuse me of hating johnny and its like. you’re missing the point!!! i love johnny so much that #i actually care about him being a well rounded character!!!#i want to see him accept responsibility!!! i want to see him realize the damage HES caused as a result of his inability to process his own #trauma!!!!#i want the rich character that i was promised at the onset of this series!!!#hahdbsjsjjsjdjwjxnf #personal

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chloesimaginationthings · 2 months

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FNAF Sun judges arts & crafts: kids vs adults

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beary-good-finds · 5 days

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🌈 Rainbow stickers by Current Inc, 1988 🌈

#stickers #vintage stickers #rainbow #rainbowcore #kidcore #colorful #80s #1980s #eighties #balloons #stars #sunshine

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lesbiradshaw · 3 months

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he’s just a girl.

#TO ME!#the last gif. i just got dizzy #hes literally sunshine lollipops puppies rainbows and popsicles. im miserable #felix catton #jacob elordi #saltburn #saltburn 2023

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leskillmoids · 2 months

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"am i valid?" and its always freya 26 pre-everything i realised i was trans because i like jacking off to lesbian porn and i don't know why women won't date me

#my hatred for r/actuallesbian knows no bounds #and these glazers in the comments always yapping abt “yes ofc! if u think ur a woman u ARE! sunshine and rainbows rah rah rah”#radical feminism #terfblr #radical feminist safe #gender critical #radblr

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bucknastysbabe · 1 year

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So. I saw this picture. He looks so soft and huggable. Therefore my brain spat this out. Obvi I love chubby grump Bucky who can F U C K

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 2, 623 words

Synopsis: Bucky is having a mid-life crisis at 100 something years. His girlfriend is an aggravating little angel shit who doesn’t understand why. Cue pool time and ripped blonde superheroes making poor Bucky extra grumpy.

Tags: Chubby!bucky, avenger!reader, size difference, age gap (twenties and technically late thirties), pnv!sex, daddy kink, Bucky’s hating ass internal dialogue, the reader is a slut for the extra Fluff, pwp, fluff and smut, him Jealous, and Big, I tried to make it humorous heehee

Poolside blues

It was hot. Bucky sucked on his popsicle angrily, sulking under an umbrella. He wore his t-shirt even in the blazing heat. Bucky grimaced at the cloth sticking to his skin, pulling at the fabric with a huff. He didn’t want to run around shirtless when the likes of Steve and Thor were basking in the sun— the golden gods they were.

So Bucky sucked on his popsicle, his fourth one already. He flexed his metal fist, cursing it for being such an eye sore. The assassin was convinced his body had it out for him. Mess of a shoulder, ropey bullet scars, and way too much extra weight he didn’t ask for. Bucky stared down at the soft flesh adorning his midsection, lips twisting into a frown.

Hydra had royally fucked his metabolism up, serum or not. Add a plethora of mood stabilizers and Bucky looked like a damn chipmunk hoarding up for the winter. His girlfriend thought it was cute, cooing and pinching his fleshy hip. Bucky did not think it was ‘cute’. He’d never been like this in his over-extended life. Soft.

He’d held thick muscle since the serum and kept that up at the least. The brunette worked out religiously to rid himself of that extra pudge. Now he was jacked with the stupid layer over it— making him feel like a bulky lummox. Therefore if he was going to sweat to death by the pool, so be it.

Bucky’s icy eyes flickered to his best girl playing around with Thor in the water. She giggled and batted at the blonde god while he picked her tiny frame up. The brunette’s eye twitched while gripping his popsicle stick until it crushed. His girlfriend was too cute for her own good, often drawing attention from the other sex.

“Are you just going to drill holes in them with your mind or get in the pool?”

Bucky glared at his oldest friend. Steve smiled down softly, big hands on his waspy waist. He grumbled, “I’m fine. Punk.” The blonde teased, “That’s why your shirt is soaked then huh? Go get in the water you’re making me miserable looking at ya.”

“Nope,” Bucky shot back, popping the ‘p’.

Steve sighed and dove into the huge pool. Bucky pouted efficiently from the side-lines. Thor had his stupid blonde hair and stupid white teeth and stupid washboard abs. His girlfriend appeared in his line of sight, her brows knitted in concern. Bucky attempted to not stare at her perky tits— nipples peaked under her blue strappy bikini.

She hummed, “I can feel you drowning in self-pity over here. Why don’t you get in babe?”

He was staring at her tits now, he didn’t care, not really. Bucky shrugged, “You have fun I’m fine over here. Thor is waiting.” She narrowed her eyes up at him, pushing back damp hair. Bucky licked his lips, holding the woman’s glare.

In a swift motion she launched onto the concrete.

Clambering up she swayed toward the grumpy man, droplets running down her tight body. Bucky took in the view, getting lost in it really. He could watch her all day and sometimes would. The assassin grunted as she plopped onto his lazily spread thighs, soaking him. Bucky hissed, “What was that for?”

The coolness of her skin felt amazing. He willed himself to not pop wood in front of the few teammates milling around. His girl leaned over, breasts about to spill, and pressed against his padded chest. She simpered, “Buck, c’mon, you know no one around here cares. You’re perfect.”

Bucky snorted, “To you, maybe.”

She frowned and lightly slapped at his shoulder, lips pouting. Bucky hated when the pretty thing pouted— he somehow would up doing what she wanted in the first place.

Every. Single. Time.

She ran a finger down his chest, big eyes begging, “Get in the pool, please? You look so upset over here and that makes me sad.”

Once again Bucky lost to her feminine wiles, groaning out a strained ‘fine’. Her mouth split into a toothy smile, cheering, “Yay!” He rolled his eyes at her enthusiasm. Sometimes Bucky forgot she was a little over ten years his junior. If one took off the cryogenically frozen periods. She hopped back into the water, eyes eagerly flickering to the side.

Bucky hauled himself up and reluctantly peeled off his dark shirt, revealing his pale skin and soft parts. He willed himself to not curl into a ball or run away screeching. Steve wolf-whistled, sending an embarrassed flush across the brunette’s full cheeks. He barked, “Knock it off Rogers!”

Sam, as always, had ESP for people flustering Bucky. He shouted from the grill, “Looking thick my man! Whole slice of beef!” The assassin was convinced he was going to self combust, sliding into the water to cover himself up. His girlfriend snickered when Bucky resurfaced from his shame dive, splashing his face.

He frowned down at her, the spitfire raising a brow in challenge. Bucky slung her over a thick shoulder, hand across the backs of her thighs. She laughed and kicked, playfully squirming. Bucky had half a mind to leave a mark on her ass, show the Asgardian who she really belonged to. She stopped thrashing and murmured, “If you do not stop being jeal-“

The assassin cut her off when he dunked under the water. She spluttered and cursed at him, Bucky laughing, “Sorry sweets, what were you saying?”

“Put me down or I’m ripping your hair out!,” she howled. He chuckled and slowly let the angry avenger down. She shook her head, flicking the sensitive skin below his belly button. Bucky winced and gaped petulantly— horribly trying to block of the feeling of jiggle. The woman latched back onto him, pressing a feathery kiss to his bearded jaw. With a dirty smirk, spirits lifted, Bucky led them to the shelf in the deep end.

Sitting back he groped at her ass under the water, earning a squawk and another slap in return. She whispered angrily, “Stop that! Not in public!” Bucky grinned dumbly, eyes flickering to her perky chest. He apologized, saccharine sweet, “Sorry baby, you’re just so pretty I couldn’t help myself.”

Tony Stark and Natasha approached the pool, him lowering his sunglasses at the pair. Stark sipped his drink and loudly observed, “Horndogs at it again. Barnes you’re a nasty old man, you know that?”

Sam sniped, “They call him Bucknasty for a reason!”

Bucky’s temples throbbed with annoyance. He shouted at Sam, “No one calls me that but you! Bird brain!” He needed to scoop the girl up and take off— now. Steve was howling with laughter, hand slapping his chest, Thor smiling in confusion. She turned and grinned at Tony, “He’s my nasty old man.” The woman laid an exaggerated kiss on his cheek. Stark pretended to gag and situated himself in a lounge chair. Natasha’s lips quirked up, green eyes sparkling with amusement.

Bucky rumbled quietly, “I’ll show you nasty if you keep it up acting like that in my lap.”

Her tits bounced when she inhaled sharply, shit-eating grin falling from her face. Bucky lecherously grabbed another handful of ass for example. Her voice quavered when she weakly replied, “Very funny Buck. Not in front of everyone!”

“I’m not being funny. Seeing you getting flipped around by the blondes has me feeling…some type of way.”

Bucky was proud of his updated lingo, courtesy of the sexy trembling thing in front of him. She huffed quietly, squirming minutely on his thick thighs. “Jesus Christ, they’re all going to know when we both leave.”

“I think Clint complaining about us being loud all the time lets the team know what the deal is,” he smoothly pointed out.

With another harsh look Bucky regretfully watched her get out of the pool. Now he had to walk in front of everyone without a safety blanket again. He briskly climbed out after her, keeping his eyes focused ahead. Tony complimented, “Looking yoked there Barnes, trying to bulk right now?”

Bucky wanted to hiss at the billionaire like a feral cat. He felt like he’d been bulking for months. Just not allowed to cut— so sayeth the metabolism. He grabbed a towel and threw it around broad shoulders, aggravated with how his belly was on display. She was toweling her hair off.

“C’mon then you beast,” she snickered.

“Beast?,” he echoed.

Bucky hauled her up again, the smaller one yelping. He snatched his sweaty shirt up and carried her to the elevator. She sarcastically questioned, “Do you always have to carry me around like a caveman when you get jealous?” Bucky grunted in agreement, thumbing at the soft skin of her thighs.

She said, “You do know I only think about you, like, all the time.” Bucky couldn’t help but let his heart skip a beat. Still he whinged, “I don’t know why when there’s all these… ripped guys hanging around.” His girlfriend scoffed and rolled her doe eyes. She remained quiet on the walk, ensuing quiet ride up the elevator, and the remainder of the trip to his rooms.

Deposited on the bed she informed Bucky, “No matter how many times you shrug it off, I think you’re really hot. I like a little fluff on my men.” The brunette shook his head, crawling onto the covers. He muttered, “I don’t. I follow you around like some goddamn oaf.”

She pinched his cheek, grinding out, “You’re a little soft and I happen to enjoy you fucking me into the bed. Stubborn mule.” Bucky’s dick twitched at her words, grabbing an ankle to pull her closer. She continued matter-of-factly, “It’s also nice to have my big scary boyfriend behind me. It turns me on.”

Bucky peered at her, face set in suspicion. She ran a hand down his side, finishing it’s path at the laces of his swim trunks. Her face was cutely set in determination, deft hands untying the shorts. The assassin groaned low in his throat as the cloth fell down, exposing his aching cock. He climbed out of them and threw the shorts across the room.

Bucky eyed her up, watching her cheeks heat at his gaze. He gently positioned himself between her legs, pointedly keeping his weight off to her chagrin. Bucky sealed his watering mouth over a covered nipple, sucking eagerly. She whined and flexed under him, thighs wrapping around his hips.

“Ah! Buck!”

Her long lashes fluttered when his other hand untied the strings on the top. Bucky eased off the flimsy fabric, whistling lowly at her full tits. He nipped and flicked his tongue on a peaked bud, tweaking the other. She cried out, rutting up against his heavy cock.

Bucky’s lips split into a grin when he realized she was also untying her bottoms with shaky hands. He pulled off a nipple and teased, “That needy for it, huh?” She yanked off the offending fabric with a nibble at his jaw. Bucky would purr in contentment if he could. Until the nip at the flesh under his chin— which granted he has always had but still didn’t appreciate it.

He grumbled and lightly swatted her ass with a grimace. She mused, “You’re so hot. Honestly. I wish you would believe me Buck.” The assassin ignored her comment, instead sucking marks on her collarbone. She writhed underneath him, the wetness of her pussy sliding against him. The woman whimpered, hands holding his cheeks insistently, “C’mon and fuck me, please daddy.”

Bucky almost exploded, came back, just to explode again into a puddle of goo. She wanted to play like that today. He gripped her hips with low moan, eyes traveling up the expanse of skin. His girlfriend’s chest heaved, eyes darkly glazed. Bucky growled, “Y’want me to fuck you? Shouldn’t daddy finger you first?”

Huff. She shook her head no, dragging the molten slick across his need. Softly she begged, “C’mon daddy please, want to feel the stretch, need you.” Bucky’s eyes rolled in sheer desire, nudging the blunt head of his cock against her opening. He slid in with a curse, eyes clenching shut.

She was snug as always around him, pulsing and seemingly sucking Bucky in. The woman whimpered, wrapping her arms around his neck and shoulders. She gasped, “So big, fuck daddy, don’t stop!” Bucky was not going to stop unless he magically disappeared.

He braced an arm beside her pretty flushed face to get leverage. With a lewd smack Bucky clapped his hips into her, enjoying the wanton whine. The brunette pulled back to give another roll of his hips, moaning lowly. He got into the rhythm he knew she liked— slow but forceful. Bucky smiled down, cooing.

“You’re so pretty babygirl, taking me so well,” he emphasized with a deep thrust. She clawed at his shoulders, pressing sloppy kisses to his throat. Wide eyes met his, her breathing, “No you’re pretty.” Bucky narrowed his lids, apparently his girl wanted to be a little shit.

“I don’t understand why you won’t let me- shit! Daddy!,” she cried out with a smile, “Compliment you!” Bucky picked her legs up and hiked them higher, driving his hips into that silky-soft spot. He grunted in pleasure as she arched and yanked at his hair, mouth hung open with punched out ‘ah’s’.

Bucky rumbled, “I don’t like it- fuck sweets so tight- because it’s exaggerated!” He was panting with exertion now, reveling in the tell-tale slaps of skin echoing. The petite Avenger under him whimpered when Bucky hit her g-spot dead on, tears pricking her eyes. Bucky kissed a droplet, murmuring sweet nothings.

“Keep fucking me daddy, I’m gonna hah- cum!,” she wailed. Bucky urged, “Yeah babydoll, want you to, c’mon need it.” He thumbed around her clit, breathing into her lax mouth, swallowing up those broken keens. She sobbed his name into the kiss, clawing and scrabbling when she clamped down on him. Bucky’s eyes rolled up at the pulsing and gush of slick, fucking her through the orgasm.

His baby’s loud keens turns into little whimpers as he kept thrusting into her tight body. She quavered, “Cum in me please daddy!” The woman nipped along his jaw again, rubbing at his flexing ass. Bucky felt his lower belly tighten, a swirling fog gathering in his brain purely driven by need. He growled, “I’m gonna fill that sweet pussy up, you want that from Daddy, huh?”

“Yes, yes, yes!”

Ask and one shall receive. Bucky felt his balls draw up and he came with an embarrassingly slutty groan. He drooled onto her neck, gasping through the brunt of his body emptying into her wet heat. She cooed, “Oh, so good, ah thank you daddy.” Bucky collapsed halfway onto his girlfriend, still firmly snug inside.

She rubbed a trembling hand across his bloodied shoulders, serumed body already working on knitting the claw marks back up. Bucky simply breathed, unable to come up with intelligent words. His brain had probably shot out of his dick. She maddeningly caressed his, ugh, love handle.

Bucky groaned, “Stop it.”

She retracted the touch and rasped, throat bruised from yelling, “One day I’m going to convince you Buck. Perfect as you are.” Bucky snorted, “We’ll see about that.” He softened at her lithe hands pushing his sweaty hair back, grinning like he’d hung the moon. He murmured, “You’re going to be the death of me.”

She giggled and cuddled up like a damn koala. Bucky didn’t truly mind, albeit she may be delusional and think overweight one hundred year old former assassins are sexy. He was glad he’d been able to find the loon, all his to boot. Bucky shook his head in amusement, the feeling of her sharp teeth on his chin again, him starting to protest.

#bucky barnes x reader #chubby!bucky #avengers are shit stirrers #bucky barnes smut #dom bucky barnes #reader is sunshine rainbow bitch #Bucky Is Over It #centenarian life crisis

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stephiramona · 8 months

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#photographers on tumblr #original photography #landscape #nature #sea #storm #rain #sunshine #rainbow #bycicle #beach #Italy #italy travel

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tharenia · 8 months

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you think it'll ever be the same again between us?

#sorikai #sora #riku #kairi #kh3 #kingdom hearts #thareniart #if the games don't show me the aftermath of sora's disappearance then fine i will draw it myself #also i just really wanted to draw the difference in dynamics esp cause i love exploring riku and kairi's dynamic #they deeply care about one another but they also both love sora so much you can't tell me it would be sunshine and rainbows #they'd be so heartbroken with no one to take it out on other than each other

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silverformymonsters · 7 months

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#no more sadness only sunshine and rainbows for this man #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #bg3edit #bg3 spoilers #astarion #astarion ancunin

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 8 months

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Sunshine, Lollipops, and Rainbows 1

Warnings: non/dubcon, clashing personalities, exclusion, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: moody boy Curtis Everett x bubbly, plus-size reader

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

It’s your first day at work. Your nerves have simmered over to a nice whirlwind. Even as you sit at your desk, going through the various training materials. You haven’t managed to calm down. Your heart is beating so fast.

Everyone’s been nice. You don’t know why you’re jittering. Like your mother says, you’re overthinking, and like your father says, you need to sit still. You grab the armrests and try to make yourself stop moving. It only makes you want to boil over.

You swivel back and forth and look at your coworkers. They’re all so busy like bees in a hive. They know exactly what they’re doing and you still feel lost as you sift through endless SOPs and corporate training videos.

You see a woman with purplish red curls with a mug, steam curling over the brim. Ah, that’s a good excuse for a break. You still need to figure out the office coffee machine. Daniella, your supervisor, briefly pointed it out during her tour. It’s one of those fancy industrial pod brewers.

You stand and nearly skip between the desks. Be cool. You slow your pace and hold your shoulders straight, your squared toed kitten heels clacking on the tile. You poke your head into the kitchen and find only one other employee inside.

The man’s shoulders are broad and straight as he stares silently at the coffee machine. It grinds and spurts out dark coffee. You come up next to him to peruse the spinning rack of pods, tapping your chin as you think. You peek over at him.

“Hi,” you smile, “any recommendations?”

His pale blue eyes meet yours for an instant before quickly flicking back to his cup. A plain black porcelain mug without any decoration or glitz. You already know which cup you want to bring in; the one that looks like a honey pot and has a small lid resembling a bear sticking his head out with a little honeycomb stitch between his ears.

You take one of the paper cups and a pod of the butterscotch twist. You stand back and wait your turn. He scowls as if mentally urging the cup to fill.

“I’m…” you introduce yourself, “I just started over in Research and Development.”

He doesn’t respond. He puts his hands behind him, clutching them tightly as his forearms tense. The tendons bulge out beneath his skin. His sleeves are rolled to his elbows, a grey button up with black trousers. A bit grim but an aesthetic for sure. There’s several rings on his fingers as they curl around each other.

“It’s my first day,” you continue the one-sided conversation, “so… that’s why you never saw me before.”

He growls and grabs his cup as the machine dings. He doesn’t acknowledge you as he turns on his heel and marches out. You watch his back and shrug, blowing out between your lips. You get it, some people aren’t the social type.

You put your cup under the spout and tap the touchscreen. It takes you a lot of poking around to figure out how to brew the coffee. You step back and wait. Caffeine should definitely help your nerves… fuel them at least.

💗

Lunchtime comes and you grab your bento box and head down to the cafeteria. Daniella said you could eat your desk if you wished but you need a break from the screen. Besides, you notice that most people don’t.

You enter the cafeteria. There are tables here and there but they’re already crowded. You notice a few people from your department and head over to that table. Tammy moves her bag onto the seat before you can claim it. You frown and apologise as you back away.

Hmm.

You look around. You don’t know anyone. You don’t mind making new friends but it’s like high school all over again. Everyone has their clique and you’re just wandering in between.

Your gaze falls on the only table with more than one seat free. There’s a single person sitting at it, his head down as he runs his hand over his close cut hair. Hey, it’s… that guy. He didn’t give you his name.

You cross the room and near a chair, putting your hand on the back of it as you hover by the table.

“Hi, um, do you mind if I sit here?”

His eyes dart up and he says nothing. He shrugs and sits back, smoothing out the pages of the book in front of him. You sit, your bento box clanging loudly as you do. You give a sheepish smile as he clears his throat but doesn’t look at you.

You flip back the clasp and pop open the lid. He shifts in his chair as you take out your plastic cutlery from the little compartment. You try to be quiet but you can’t help but hit the fork off the side.

You look over at him. He has only his empty mug and a half-eaten protein bar. You look back at your colourful medley of food. Maybe he’s on a diet.

“Do you like hummus?” You ask.

He doesn’t look up. You bite your lip. You’re just being friendly but maybe he’s not hungry.

“Um, uh, you remember me?” You poke at your couscous, “from the kitchen? I didn’t get your name.”

He sighs and turns the page. You nod. Not much of a talker. You let your fork lean on the edge of the bento and grab the sides of your chair, scraping it closer. He snarls and finally looks at you.

You stop and show your teeth like a threatened animal. His jaw clenches and he refocus on his book. You stir the couscous and take a bite, swallowing as your curiosity piques.

“What are you read–”

“I’m not,” he grits and shuts the book without marking the page.

He stands and pockets the protein bar, swiping up his mug and book. You gape at him, stunned. You don’t know why he’s so upset. You’re just trying to be polite. He storms away and you frown at your food. Well, you’ve always got a friend in snacks!

#curtis everett #dark curtis everett #dark!curtis everett #curtis everett x reader #drabble #series #au #sunshine lollipops and rainbows #snowpiercer

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barblaz-arts · 5 months

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Jenna isn't the only Wednesday cast member who has been openly supportive of Palestine btw. Joy Sunday too 🩵

#the nb person had more to say about queer experience in particular places including Palestine #bcuz ofc it's not all sunshine and rainbows #but you get the point

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erwinsvow · 3 months

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𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐱𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞

summary: you've gotten used to stitching up rafe these days.

word count: 0.9k

now spinning: shades of cool by lana del rey

Rafe likes to keep his work and his home life separate.

In the past, when the two get all tangled up with each other, it gets messy, and so his new habit is to keep everything apart from each other. Talking business with his dad, figuring out what the hell is going on with this gold and the treasure and these stupid Pogues and his stupid sister, it was all interfering with his personal life. His life with you.

You’re hopelessly clueless. If he didn’t like you as much as he did, it would be annoying. All you have to do is sit there and look pretty on his arm, let him fuck out his anger on your pussy, and follow his rules. And you’re obedient too, you follow his rules and every word he says like a lost puppy, terrified of leaving its master’s good graces.

You don’t ask questions when he comes back to you, knuckles bloody and ribs sore. Instead you sit him down on your bed, running to fetch an ice pack and a damp towel, wiping until all the red leaves his skin while having him hold the cold compress down.

You complain about the mud he’s tracking in on your floor, and you shove his arm when he gets blood on the pale pink of your sheets, but you never ask questions. You never tell him to stop.

It’s an unspoken rule between the two of you. You’ve totally brainwashed yourself, you think in the back of your head, when he comes to you bleeding from a cut that’s too deep for just a tight bandage. You like to think that, because the alternative is that he’s brainwashed you, and you just can’t swallow that thought.

Maybe because you don’t really care if he has. You like being his, you’ve decided, just his and no one else’s.

Rafe groans from pain, feeling droplets of blood running down his arm. He wants to lay down, even though you told him not to. You’re out of the room right now, running to get the other first-aid kit in your house because you’ve burned through all the supplies in the first one, the one you kept under your bed for Rafe in these situations.

You come back with a bigger box and a glass decanter filled with an amber liquid.

“No,” he moans out, trying to get up but ultimately sitting back down. His head hurts like a bitch and the wound on his shoulder is bleeding too much, but if you’ve brought him whiskey—it has to be whiskey, even though you know he prefers scotch, your dad likes whiskey and he knows this because for your parents’ anniversary last month, he got your father a bottle of aged whiskey, to try and stay on his good side despite the fact he knows he never will—then it’s about to get bad.

“Rafe, Rafe-” you repeat, scrambling down to his side, setting the whiskey and a box with a blue lid onto your covers. “Please, you have to let me stitch it up, it’s too deep and since we can’t go to the hospital—”

He stops moving under your gentle touch eventually, unbuttoning his shirt and using your clean, white shirt as a makeshift tourniquet. He feels guilty when he sees his blood on it afterwards, discarded on your floor. His heart feels like it's on fire when he reflects on what you just said—not that he can’t go to the hospital, no, we can’t go, you and him, together.

You clean his wound, and make him drink the whiskey so it hurts less. It doesn’t.

“I’m sorry,” you say, while he sucks in a tight breath every time the needle goes in. “There wasn’t any scotch in the house, I’m sorry-”

“‘S’fine, it’s fine,” he chokes out. He has to be quiet because your parents are asleep in the next room. “Whiskey’s good. You’re good.”

You beam under his praise, even in a situation like this. He grips your face with his bloody hand for a second.

“Thanks for doing this, kid.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you repeat back at him, looking back down and continuing your work on his arm. He stares at the blood leftover on your cheek, his blood.

You stitch up his arm and then wrap it tightly. You clean off as much blood as you can, and then find him clean clothes to sleep in—his clothes. You have half his closet here, he notices, pulling out a baggy shirt for him and then for you. You both crawl into bed together. You’re exhausted, he can hear it in your breathing. You just hope you’re not getting too tired of him.

“Sorry, kid,” he says. You look up at him quickly, eyes watery, from your position against his chest. His good arm hangs around you, fingers brushing right above your elbow. He looks down to meet your eyes. “I got some blood on your sheets. Sorry.”

“Oh,” you breathe out. “It’s okay, I’ll just wash them.”

He presses a kiss to the top of your head, and you’re asleep before you know it.

#off to work for the next few hours... hope this gives everyone rainbows and sunshine and butterflies #rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #obx

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