#that it's his fault everyone else around him isn't constantly happy

[dotster001]

Househusband Au HC'S

Summary:Crewel/Crowley/Vil/Rook/Malleus/Idia x gn!reader

Requested by @stygianoir

A/N: my tag list is still packed so hopefully you guys find this 😂

CW:sus gardener Rook, discussions of Idia's depression and fear of death, but I think that's it

Part Two. Part Three

Most well dressed parent at the PTA meeting. Puts everyone to shame, and makes all the other parents and teachers jealous.

Cooks five star meals exclusively , and makes sure you get your proper intake of nutrients. He can't have his favorite pup lacking in proper nutrition!

One hundred percent coordinates your outfits for you everyday. You're the best dressed worker, all because your husband hand sews you outfits designed to blow the competition out of the water.

Pretends he's not snuggly, until nighttime, then he gets pouty. He'll be aggressively folding laundry, and not speaking to you until you come to bed and let him hold you.

You own twelve dogs. Each dog has an individual diet it is on, that is hand made by him everyday. He knows exactly what every dog needs, and makes sure to memorize what each dog needs.

If you want kids, you will adopt/birth at least three. He likes a full house. Majored in alchemy before he settled down as your househusband, and is more than happy to tutor not just your kids, but also their friends, in alchemy.

Sings like Roger from 101 dalmatians because I said so. Also he plays the piano like him. Because I said so. I'm weak okay!

They say he had an illustrious career as a model, then he met you. That's only half true though. He was planning on retiring anyway, and just happened to meet you around that time. He likes to let the tabloids believe it was all your fault. It makes him laugh. Vil Schoenheit bows to no one! Now drink your smoothie!

Healthy meals constantly. He somehow managed to make them all taste good though. It's a little suspicious honestly…what does he put in that smoothie? You never liked smoothies for breakfast before…

He likes to do your nightly routine for you. It's his love language. At 7 pm sharp, he clears his throat, and gestures for you to sit down. Then he brushes out your hair, does your skin care routine, dresses you in pajamas, and tucks you in, making sure to give you a kiss on the forehead before he joins you.

If you aren't home in time for your nightly routine, he goes to bed early, turned away from your side of the bed. He will not speak to you, even though you know full well he is awake. He knows deep down it's not your fault, but he has simmering rage and no one else to take it out on.

That said, when you do fight (which you do a lot) he'll storm out before he can be particularly nasty. But you'll wake up to a single rose on the pillow next to you, and a new pair of shoes to wear to work.

You have one fluffy white cat, or one child. It's one or the other in Vil's pristine house. This isn't a barn, for seven's sake.

Cooks, cleans, gardens…. he's made for this life. You don't even know where he gets the time for it.

Rook prides himself on having the best garden in the neighborhood. Your neighbors asked him what fertilizer he used, and he wrapped an arm around you and giggled about how it was "the most organic around". Considering the last time you had to do laundry there were red stains on his clothes, you choose not to ask questions.

If you have kids, there are three of them, each two years apart. He makes the perfect paper bag lunches for them everyday, with little french notes in them (raising bilingual kids in this family). As he drops them off at school he kisses each one on the top of the head, and jovially waves them off.

You have two dogs that he takes hunting with him on his solo weekends (they aren't often, because he can barely stand to part from you!) But you also have a rabbit. He gave it your name, and likes to tease you by saying how he "caught his lapin" and never saying whether he's referring to you or the rabbit.

Another one who makes sure you look your best at work. But his favorite thing is when you forget your lunch, and he "has" to bring it to work for you. This is when he is at his most dressed up, and your outfits compliment eachother the most. He loves the gazes of envy that come his way as he kisses you and hands you your lunch.

When he's not doing chores at break neck speed, he wants you to either be in his arms, or him in yours. He doesn't care which! Please, his poor heart needs you!

Trust fund baby. Born rich, then married you. Tried to convince you not to work, but you wanted to, for whatever reason, so he "allows" it. (Who is he kidding? He could never deny you anything, what a simp) he sulks all day though, moping like a lovesick teen until you come home. Heaven forbid you forget something and have to come back in before you actually left, because he has your boss on speed dial, and will call you in sick. Oh, you just left your wallet? Too late, he assumed you had fallen ill and had chosen to stay home with him! 

He's a little clueless on cooking and household chores (Lilia is no help) but he tries! Boy does he try! And it's not half bad. Not stellar, but not bad. You've only gotten food poisoning once, and he's only ever burnt a hole in two of your shirts with an iron.

Loves to serenade you with his violin on special occasions. You know the evening is going to be wonderful when he pulls it out. Oftentimes, it's a song he wrote for you, and sometimes he even sings along.  His deep timbre will often have you so relaxed that you start to drift off. He's fine with that! More time to cuddle!

Speaking of, he starts the night out by laying on his side of the bed, and by the end of the night he is wrapped around you like a koala. He also gets very hot at night. You often don't need a blanket. You asked him about it once, and he said something about "draconic internal temperature regulation", whatever the fuck that means.

You had to put him on a budget because he buys you every shiny thing he sees. He always goes over budget, and always insists it's the last time and it will never happen again. This, friends, is what we call a lie.

He's only a househusband in name, really. He still has an income/job in the form of streaming and YouTube videos. But he stays at home, and likes it when you call him your househusband. He gets all blushy and smiley. He likes the idea of being the one you look forward to coming home to.

Ortho lives with you both, obviously. And he does all the cooking and cleaning. But he and Idia have an unspoken agreement that if you ask, he helped too.

Calls you at work at least once a day. It's always during your lunch break though, so that you can "eat lunch together" You know his mental health difficulties are acting up if he calls you more than once though.You don't have to come home, he'll be alright, he just needs to hear your voice.

His stream only knows you as player 2. When you get back from work, he'll say "Oh player 2 just got home!" And get so excited. He'll run off stream to give you a kiss, and won't come back until you remind him he's streaming. His followers have been there through the whole progression of your relationship, and despite not knowing what you look like, and only hearing your voice off screen every once in a while, they adore Gloomy Samurai and Player 2.

You always have two cats at a time, usually the ones at the shelter or humane society that are bonded or siblings. He doesn't want to separate a family, and also gets nervous about the inevitability of death. So you always have two cats. That way if something happens you always have one.

Yes. You get him to start telehealth therapy, and medication. Why do you ask?

He tries, bless his heart. His cooking is not bad, but his cleaning skills are subpar. To be honest, he's not cut out for the househusband life, but you've heard horror stories about how he handled his previous jobs. So for the sake of the world, you do your best to ensure he stays here.

"He's so generous" 🙄 Any time he goes a little bit above what you expected from him, he drops that line. A particularly good dessert? How generous. He actually folded laundry today? So magnanimous. But it hurts his pride if you don't agree, and you married him for some reason, right?

He has an allowance, and usually spends all of it. Sometimes it's gifts for you, but a lot of times it's for him. Which, it's his allowance, so that's fine. But he buys the weirdest stuff and doesn't use it. It just sits around your home.

If you have to work on something on the home computer, good luck to you. Home is for loving him, not working! He'll slip into your lap, give you a sexy pout, and start caressing your cheek, and tracing shapes into your neck. Then he'll start talking about how you're neglecting him, just put the work away and come cuddle with him. 

Where he shines though, is if you guys end up with kids. He's a surprisingly good father, making sure they all are clean, safe, and well fed. He helps with homework, and is surprisingly good at it, he's good at seeing what their needs are, he knows immediately when one of the kids is sick, and is at the doctor right away… you don't know where these skills came from. But the second the kids are in bed, he's back to being your needy husband.

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[respectthepetty]

Dynamite is the youngest of the group having skipped some grades, and he is impulsive, optimistic to a fault, and so direct that he comes across as tactless, but . . .

Fire(fly) avoids discomfort and conflict.

Except when it comes to Dy.

Fire's mother is a lot, so instead of confronting her, he schemes his way into getting what he wants with the help and encouragement of his father.

He pined after Jane from a distance until Dy got her number for him.

Jane broke up with him, and he smiled and said "sure."

He's questioning his sexuality, so Metha takes him to the red-light district.

Fire doesn't move outside of his comfort zone unless someone else is there to push him, yet each and every time he encounters Dy, he immediately yells and argues because Fire is fine with pretending to be happy and skirting around the truth to appease everyone else except with Dy. His life is already planned out, so to have Dy be so direct, so impulsive, and so aware of who he is (gay) is upsetting, and unlike everyone else Fire interacts with, he must let Dy know how he feels.

Ironically, unlike Fire, Dy doesn't scheme to get what he wants. He isn't stalking Fire. He isn't strategically planning to break up Jane and Fire. He simply stumbles upon Fire and impulsively acts on his like.

But this isn't just Dy in love; this is him all the time. Like My Dear Gangster Oppa's Phai and Muffin, Samsee constantly has to tell Dy to tame his wild nature due to his unacceptable and off-putting behavior because instead of needing encouragement like Fire, he needs to be dissuaded.

While Fire lies and conforms, Dy is outspoken and disruptive.

Where Fire lacks confidence, Dy is cocky.

Fire needs Dy to force him to be honest and push him to step out of line, and Dy needs Fire to humble him and teach him how to respect boundaries.

They need each other.

It's about balance.

#cooking crush #I make no excuses for either of them #dynamite x fire #dy x firefly #cooking crush the series #I like them #they balance each other out #they need each other

[lovelybrooke]

Hey I was wondering what everyone’s “roles” would be with the platonic strawhats especially with a reader who’s maybe the youngest? And as such their relationship with the reader- I could see the monster trio fighting over who’s gonna be the readers ‘big bro’ first while the girls are sat in the background already being called ‘big sis’.

In my perspective I’d say reader spends the most time with Luffy (of course), Chopper and maybe Ussopp. But I was wondering if jealousy would come into play and how the crew would work around it.

If the reader was younger, not a lot would change much. However, I do see you point on them fighting over your love and affection. In my mind, the reader would be around 5 to 12 years old.

Sanji would definitely be a mother hen, constantly making sure you're okay and eating enough. He doesn't care as much about being viewed as your big brother, he's happy if you're happy. I imagine that him and Chopper do that parent thing where they track your height using the door frames around the ship (IDK if that made sense or if only my parents did that). He would totally gush anytime you got taller only to instantly feel a sense of dread because that means you're growing up.

Zoro remains your bodyguard, just more teddy bear like. He doesn't carry his swords around you but keeps them in sight incase anything bad happens. If your younger, he'll let you play on him like he's a jungle gym. He pretends that he doesn't like it and you're annoying him, but secretly loves hearing you laugh as you're carried around on his back.

Usopp definitely wants to be your big brother. He tells you tall tales of his "adventures", feeling his heart sore at your look of awe at all the cool parts. He knows he's not the strongest, so him and Chopper are your "teachers" so to speak. They both try and teach you the best they can, while also making it fun so that you don't get bored. Usopp loves teaching you, since it causes you to view him as super smart and knowledgeable, and so you look up to him.

Like I mentioned, Chopper constantly worries about you. Any scrapes or bruises will not go unchecked, regardless of how small. Due to his anxiety, Chopper feels like any small thing could kill you, so he's constantly doing checkups. If you have the smallest discrepancy, he along with Sanji are forcing you to rest for the rest of the day. Although, he's likely to let you off the hook if you beg hard enough, since he doesn't want you to resent him as you get older.

Luffy is your designated playmate. Unlike the other, he doesn't care about being viewed as big sibling, he wants to be your best friend. He wants you to come to him whenever anything is wrong, and he doesn't like it when you hide things from him. While he won't force you, he'll definitely ground you if you refuse to talk to him about anything that's bothering you. He doesn't see any fault in this since he's so open, and believes that if you just talk, you'll get better. However, he's an amazing friend, sneaking you snacks when Sanji said you'd had enough, he plays games with you when everyone else it too tired too, and even gets you a new toy every time they visit a new island.

Robin is your big sister, not doubt. She's stricter that the others but isn't terrible. She makes sure you wake up and go to sleep at the right time. She forces you to eat all the healthy food you hate and will sometimes even give you chores if she thinks you been misbehaving too much. However, she loves you dearly, and wants to see you grow into a strong and smart adult, so she makes sure you read and train, especially as you get older. She gives off the vibes of someone who brags subtly about your achievements. Like some rando is talking about how their child just learned how to read a book all on their own, which causes her to explain how you read a book twice as long and is improving every day. She doesn't stop until the other person leaves.

Finally, Nami is like the cool aunt. She doesn't let you do anything too extreme but will let you do things the others won't. She'll let you come shopping with her and buy you handfuls of sweats and matching clothing. She doesn't care when Robin or Sanji gets upset, because she just cares about making you happy.

#yandere x reader #platonic yandere #soft yandere #one piece x you #one piece x reader #one piece fanfiction #yandere one piece #one piece #one piece strawhats #straw hats x reader

[larcenywrites]

Hi! I absolutely ADORE your writing❤️❤️ I was just thinking back to that one scene in Iron Man three when Pepper gets home and Tony was all “I thought you’d be getting drinks with Killian.” And that got me thinking— Jealous Tony hc? 👀 Now, I completely understand if you’re busy, uninterested, or just not feeling like writing and that’s completely okay! Take care of yourself 💖💖

Thank you for your kind words ❤️☺️ aaahhh tony is so jealous, and for what?? At least it’ll have its benefits 😏

Jealousy Headcanons

Warnings: a few sexual references

💠Tony claims that he's not a jealous person. What would he ever have to be jealous about? He trusts you and your love more than anything! Sure, there probably is someone a lot nicer than him. And actually comes home at the end of every day. And isn't constantly getting hurt, or causing chaos in the house. No! You've talked about it! He knows it's fine, he's not insecure, and there's nothing to worry about!

💠Besides, who's so ballsy to try and flirt with Tony Stark's partner? With Iron Man's partner? Surprisingly, a lot of people >:(

💠Let's be honest, he'll be more threatened by another man than a woman 🙄 especially one on the same level as him

💠You're a responsible adult! He doesn't need to keep constant tabs on you, or keep you by his side. He's not one of those controlling assholes! But he can't help but make sure he can still see you from across the room, and make his way to your side as soon as someone gets a little too close or looks a little too happy or a little too hot

💠Hey, maybe they don't know who you are! Can't fault anyone for that or can he because it should be obvious you’re taken, and maybe you have the curse of being too polite or too oblivious... hell, maybe you just have a naturally flirtatious nature that Tony is just as guilty of at times! Either way, a hand is on your back and he's hurrying along the conversation with that overly polite smile. He knows you meant no harm, or probably didn't even realize... or maybe Tony was just reading to much into it and nothing was happening at all...

💠There's probably one very specific guy that Tony hates but can't really do anything about for whatever reason. He can't really kick him out of parties or kick him out of the conference room or get rid of him. He probably dislikes him for a multitude of reasons, and one of those reasons is that he can't ever seem to leave you be whether it's at a party or maybe even before a shareholder meeting at the company HQ. It's probably only a few times a year when you see him anyway, but you don't need anymore rich assholes in your life to do any sort of catching up with!!

💠He's honestly really nice! To you at, least. Tony could probably argue with that, but he's no better! If you're ever in conversation, Tony is at your side within the next minute, and the immediate tension can be cut with a knife.

💠"Mr. Stark," he'll cheerily start, holding out his hand for a tense handshake that doesn't last very long. "Always nice to see you."

"Yeah, it usually is." Neither of them are hiding their stern and sarcasm, but hopefully you can hide the amusement in your smile.

"I'm guessing now's not one of those times."

Tony merely takes a drink of whatever is in his hands and peers at him over the glass's rim. His competitor leaves with a curt nod and a courteous farewell, and with a glare that could kill on his back.

💠It's funny, but you should probably scold this behavior at least a little bit. He can't go around like this to everyone that talks to you!

💠Once you do bring it up, no matter how gentle or upset you decide to be, he'll play pitiful and pout about being called out. He just really hates the idea of someone bothering you, and the fact they have the nerve to try and flirt with you! And the idea of someone being better than him :( As much as you probably shouldn't, at least coddle him a little. Let him pout in your arms ��� because no one else gets to be in your arms but him and that makes him feel better 😌 But no matter how much you reassure him, he'll eventually cause a fuss again- especially after a few drinks… if you can avoid a person, just do it (and you might want to, anyway, if they actually are just flirting with you all the time).

💠But sometimes you literally cannot avoid a person, be it due to work, friends, or simply social graces, and it will drive him up the wall.

💠Oh, you're going out with friends? Uh, in a very casual way, which friends? He's only listening for that one name, just so he has something to be upset about, honestly. Or maybe you've had a lot of lunch meetings for the past few weeks, strictly business of course, but god it makes him so feral! Where did he take you? Did he pay? Did you go anywhere else? You didn’t get in his car, right? Of course, these questions are going to be asked oh-so casually, but you'll know exactly what he's getting at and why. Being sarcastic and joking about it only adds insult to his injury, and if you try to call him out on it again and make him out to be the bad guy (which, in a way, he is). The good news is, because now he feels like he should be competing in a competition he's already won, he's suddenly finding more time to take you on dates. Better, more expensive, prettier, romantic- surely sooo much better than wherever you went. He'll rent out an entire botanical garden, or the entire outdoor patio lit with cute string lights and adorned with your favorite flowers of your favorite restaurant (even if it’s another damn country)! Who else would do that? Not who's-his-face that's for sure 😒

💠You might come home one day, and he's decided to be all passive aggressive and pissy about it today. "You're home early," he casually observes, until chiming in with a not-so-casual snide remark. "I figured you'd still be out with what's-his-name." Oh, he knows his name, but he feels like he gets to... insult him? With name-calling? You guess? You can just play nice and give him the simple answer of no, but you not engaging with his antics honestly gets on his nerves. Bite back! That's just how he communicates when he's frustrated, so while he may sulk around afterward, you choosing to argue with him about his behavior honestly makes him feel better 🙃

💠You might be busy getting ready and you look a little too good. He's already upset you're going out, but no one else gets to see you so pretty 😠You can try all you want to smack away the hands on your hips or chide the lips on your neck, but he'll make sure you're late… or preferably he’ll make you miss out entirely 😏 Don't worry, he'll send that awkward apology text for you while you're still catching your breath next to him in bed 😇

💠When you do finally stop meeting with them or stop hanging out for whatever reason, Tony will act like he's won. As if you stopped because he was upset or something or he chased them off himself. At least now he isn't on your case about who's joining you on your outing or how fancy the restaurant is, but suddenly he's all smug smiles and overly cuddly the days after you mention it. Let him bask in his fake glory because god knows he doesn't have enough already 🤧

💠Heaven forbid you let any obvious flirting or touching go on for too long, or even worse: you flirt back, but if he finds out any of these mfs are your ex??? I hope you enjoyed walking because he's going to ruin you. He should have already ruined you for any other partner, but now he has to do it again. He’s going to make sure you know who you belong to now, and remind you of how good he takes care of you. No one else could ever treat you so well, or fuck you so hard until you've made a mess in his bed. You'll remember who's name you scream every night next time.

#tony stark #tony stark x reader #tony stark smut #tony stark imagine #tony stark one shot #tony stark drabble #tony stark headcanon #tony stark fic #tony stark fanfiction #iron man #iron man x reader #iron man imagine #iron man drabble #iron man fanfiction #iron man headcanons #marvel #marvel x reader #marvel headcanons

[mariana-oconnor]

The Beryl Coronet pt 3

Come on, Mary! I believe in you.

Weird, how it's this one and The Naval Treaty that I had such strong ideas about whodunnit from the first introduction of the character and they're both about people making poor security decisions that could lead to national disaster. But on this one I'm supporting (one part of) the criminal duo, and in The Naval Treaty, I particularly disliked the culprit.

Mary is kind of horrible for not saving her cousin, though. He's willing to go to jail for her (if I'm right) and she's just telling everyone 'oh, he couldn't have done it!' and not actually coming up with a good reason. She didn't even get interviewed immediately because she 'fainted'. She had plenty of time to come up with a story. Maybe being woken up by a loud snap and then hearing Arthur moving around. But no, she's instead trying to get her maid framed for it all.

You can really go off a girl.

“I think that this should do,” said he, glancing into the glass above the fireplace. “I only wish that you could come with me, Watson, but I fear that it won't do. I may be on the trail in this matter, or I may be following a will-o'-the-wisp, but I shall soon know which it is. I hope that I may be back in a few hours.”

Oh yeah, Holmes is in disguise in some attempt to win back the beryls.

I like how he says 'I wish you could come with me, Watson' but is vague on the why not. 'It won't do' - translation: you are a terrible actor and no one alive would ever be fooled by you, also you'd blurt something out right at an important moment and ruin everything.' Let's be real. We all know.

Watson is not made for undercover work. I love him, but he would be about as useful a spy as a giant panda in an aquarium.

Or Captain America in a trenchcoat. (I love this picture).

I waited until midnight, but there was no sign of his return, so I retired to my room. It was no uncommon thing for him to be away for days and nights on end when he was hot upon a scent, so that his lateness caused me no surprise.

Firstly, Watson is definitely living in Baker St atm. Either his wife is visiting her 'mother' again, or she's thrown him out. Also, him staying up until midnight although he knows that sometimes Sherlock doesn't come home for days is sort of nice, sort of a bit excessive.

Apparently Holmes does not need sleep. This is probably because he lives on tobacco, caffeine and cocaine. The fact he isn't constantly bouncing off the walls is impressive.

It was, indeed, our friend the financier. I was shocked by the change which had come over him, for his face which was naturally of a broad and massive mould, was now pinched and fallen in, while his hair seemed to me at least a shade whiter.

That's not how white hair works, Watson. It's not that all of your hair gets lighter... that's not... Fine. I guess you're the doctor.

This is quite a transformation overnight, though. I'd suspect poison if it wasn't fairly common in these stories for people to suffer massive and immediate health conditions from sudden shock.

“I do not know what I have done to be so severely tried,” said he. “Only two days ago I was a happy and prosperous man, without a care in the world. Now I am left to a lonely and dishonoured age. One sorrow comes close upon the heels of another. My niece, Mary, has deserted me.”

What you have done is be a massive idiot who doesn't understand the meanings of the words 'secure' or 'discreet'.

I'm still kind of mad at Mary for trying to pin her crime on someone else while simultaneously not offering her cousin who saved her ass any real help. BUT, having said that...

"I had said to her last night, in sorrow and not in anger, that if she had married my boy all might have been well with him."

Wow, dick move. Blaming her. Yes, I literally believe she is guilty and it is her fault entirely but Mr Holder here still believes her a perfect little angel woman, so going 'if you'd have married him, none of this would have happened'.

My dude. I had no sympathy for you. I am now in negative sympathy for you. All my care for the victims of this situation is going to Lucy, because all Arthur has to do to give himself a chance is tell the truth. Mary, if she hadn't tried to throw Lucy under the bus, I would be supporting completely.

I'm still supporting her, like 75%. I'm glad she's out of there. I hope this is one of the stories where the culprits never get caught and she and Sir George Burnwell (who maybe is not such a cad as I presumed) go on to steal many more priceless artefacts from rich people who don't take care of them.

Her letter is so fucking funny when read from the POV of someone who thinks she's guilty.

“‘My dearest Uncle: “‘I feel that I have brought trouble upon you, and that if I had acted differently this terrible misfortune might never have occurred. I cannot, with this thought in my mind, ever again be happy under your roof, and I feel that I must leave you forever. Do not worry about my future, for that is provided for; and, above all, do not search for me, for it will be fruitless labour and an ill-service to me. In life or in death, I am ever “‘Your loving “‘Mary.’"

"Hey Unc, Whoops, my bad! If I hadn't stolen the jewels with my lover then my cousin wouldn't have been arrested for stealing the crown jewels and you wouldn't be in trouble for having lost them. I feel so guilty that I'm running off with my lover, but it's okay because we've sold the jewels so we're rich! Gonna change my name and live a life of luxury in another country. Thanks for making this so easy for me. Love, Mary xxx'

Or... at least... that's how I read it.

“No, no, nothing of the kind. It is perhaps the best possible solution."

Holmes is with me on this. Mary needed to get out of that house.

“That would be unnecessary. Three thousand will cover the matter. And there is a little reward, I fancy."

A reward for finding the beryls. Is Holmes asking for the reward here or saying that Mr Holder will get the reward? Because Mr Holder deserves 0 rewards. No rewards for him.

"Have you your check-book? Here is a pen. Better make it out for £4000.”

Ah, no. Sherlock is getting the reward. Lolol. Well yeah, you deserve that.

£4000 is the equivalent of about £414,000 today. Which is an insane amount of money to write a cheque for. And it means that Burnwell and Mary (or whoever it was...) got away with the equivalent of over £300,000 which is a nice little amount. Holmes got the equivalent of £100,000 for a few days' work. Nice.

“You have it!” he gasped. “I am saved! I am saved!”

I mean... the coronet is still damaged. The police still had to get involved. I'm pretty sure the bank knows, and HRH Bertie knows and his mum the queen knows so... are you saved? Are you really? There's no way you can get your job back after you showed how utterly terrible you are at it. You clearly cannot keep a secret to save your literal life. The heir to the throne knows exactly how incompetent you are. This feels like 'I'm probably not going to be hanged for treason' not 'everything will be sunshine and kittens'.

“No, the debt is not to me. You owe a very humble apology to that noble lad, your son, who has carried himself in this matter as I should be proud to see my own son do, should I ever chance to have one.”

Substitute 'idiot' for 'lad' please. Very noble, sure. But don't get yourself thrown in jail for something that could genuinely be considered treason just because you want to protect a girl who doesn't love you back. Don't do it. It all sounds super romantic, but it's actually just dumb.

“You are sure of it! Then let us hurry to him at once to let him know that the truth is known.” “He knows it already."

Holmes, telling people in the right order. Yeah, he went to talk to the man who was falsely imprisoned before the idiot who was sort of responsible for him being there.

"...that which it is hardest for me to say and for you to hear: there has been an understanding between Sir George Burnwell and your niece Mary. They have now fled together.”

I'm glad Sir George turned out to be a good sort in the end. I was pretty sure he'd just done a runner and left her, but no. The couple who steals together stays together, and I think that's beautiful.

"Neither you nor your son knew the true character of this man when you admitted him into your family circle. He is one of the most dangerous men in England—a ruined gambler, an absolutely desperate villain, a man without heart or conscience. Your niece knew nothing of such men. When he breathed his vows to her, as he had done to a hundred before her, she flattered herself that she alone had touched his heart. The devil knows best what he said, but at least she became his tool and was in the habit of seeing him nearly every evening."

I mean, he could have just left her behind. Could absolutely be worse. Also, way to take away Mary's agency in the matter. She absolutely knew that stealing the crown jewels was against the law. That's not exactly a difficult one to work out. She made her choices. I support them fully (apart from Lucy). She's 24 years old. Earlier you called her old and now she's too young and naive to know what was going on? A four year old knows stealing is wrong. She conspired to steal (part of) the crown jewels and run off with them. She let her cousin take the fall for her and pointed suspicion at two other innocent people. The girl was not just a victim in this mess. Don't pretend like she didn't know what she was doing or getting into. She absolutely knew it. And she did it anyway. Get your heads out of the misogyny juice and just accept a woman can commit a crime.

Honestly, men get the credit for all female accomplishments. Lolol.

"His footmarks had pressed right through the snow, so long had he stood there. She told him of the coronet. His wicked lust for gold kindled at the news, and he bent her to his will."

Did you hear this conversation? Were you there? Was it recorded? How tf do you know that it was his idea and not hers? Maybe they planned it together. Maybe she was like 'hey, my uncle's an idiot who brought a 10 million dollar crown home and stuck it in his old desk that opens if you hit it in the right place, want to do a heist?' You weren't there. You've got no clue how it went.

I want to think you're saying all of this just to make Mr Holder feel less bad about it all. Just making stuff up and making Mary seem like an innocent victim in order to soothe him a little. Because you've got no evidence she wasn't just as culpable as Sir George.

"...walking very stealthily along the passage until she disappeared into your dressing-room. [...] Presently she emerged from the room again, and in the light of the passage-lamp your son saw that she carried the precious coronet in her hands. She passed down the stairs, [...] He saw her stealthily open the window, hand out the coronet to someone in the gloom, and then closing it once more hurry back to her room..."

Yup, you're telling me she was practically blameless and only did it because she was manipulated by the terrible, evil man, and she did the actual deed single-handedly and with no sign of doubt or hesitation? The equivalent of £10 million in her hands and she just walks to the window and passes it out? Yeah, she's absolutely a helpless naive victim. I totally buy that.

Or... y'know, Sir George actually is an archfey and he enchanted her to do it.

“As long as she was on the scene he could not take any action without a horrible exposure of the woman whom he loved."

I mean... I feel like he could have revealed himself and whispered 'Hey, Mary, what are you doing with that very valuable coronet?' and made her put it back by interrupting the whole affair. Rather than, you know... just standing back and watching.

“He could not explain the true state of affairs without betraying one who certainly deserved little enough consideration at his hands. He took the more chivalrous view, however, and preserved her secret.”

"He took the more chivalrous foolish view..." <- fixed it for you.

“It is an old maxim of mine that when you have excluded the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth."

Drink!

"But if it were the maids, why should your son allow himself to be accused in their place? There could be no possible reason."

"I went in the shape of a loafer to Sir George's house, managed to pick up an acquaintance with his valet, learned that his master had cut his head the night before, and, finally, at the expense of six shillings, made all sure by buying a pair of his cast-off shoes."

Who had 'to buy shoes' as the reason for the disguise? Because I definitely did not have that one. Oh, the good old days when people would turn up at your door to chat up your servants and buy your old shoes.

"It was a delicate part which I had to play then, for I saw that a prosecution must be avoided to avert scandal, and I knew that so astute a villain would see that our hands were tied in the matter."

But also, getting rid of something that identifiable would be a tricky business. They needed a buyer, you needed a secret. Mutually beneficial arrangement.

Holmes pointing guns at people off screen, why do you so rarely show us the action, ACD?

"‘Why, dash it all!’ said he, ‘I've let them go at six hundred for the three!’"

Omg. LOL. Nooooo. George. You were doing so well. You only got 600 for them? A fifth of what you could have got. My dude, my dude.

Mary, get a better guy. This one done fucked up. 600 might seem a lot for now, but it's going to disappear super quickly.

“A day which has saved England from a great public scandal,” said the banker, rising.

How? Like I said before. The police were involved. The coronet is still broken. How is this all being covered up so easily? A man has been arrested.

“I think that we may safely say,” returned Holmes, “that she is wherever Sir George Burnwell is. It is equally certain, too, that whatever her sins are, they will soon receive a more than sufficient punishment.”

...

Is this like 'she will be a ruined woman' kind of punishment, because...? Yeah, no. 'She's going to receive her karma because the guy will leave her and society is broken and punishes women for not being pure, virginal angels?' I do not like.

I reject your conjectured ending and substitute my own in which she and George (although he needs to get better at haggling, yikes) travel the continent and steal priceless artefacts together and she's the brains of the operation.

We're not going to leave it with 'despite the fact I have described this entire story as though she is the blameless, brainless puppet of an evil man, she will receive punishment for her naivete in the form of being "ruined" and all that comes with it.'

Fuck that shit. Mary has to bear some responsibility for her actions, and there's a decidedly creepy rapey sort of undertone to the implications here. Much ick. Do not like. Badass crime couple for the win.

Oh, next one is The Final Problem. I mean, of course I remember that one.

#Letters from Watson #Sherlock Holmes #The Beryl Coronet #long post

[celticcrossanon]

Your Does King Charles want Prince Harry back as a working royal? reading really chimes with what I've been getting energy wise. It's like Prince Harry is constantly in King Charles thoughts. I can understand his concern as a parent towards a child but to the point that it's detrimental to everything/everyone else just isn't good.

KC is all emotion when it comes to PH, it's like he can't think rationally about the situation. Again, I could understand but that he is happy to throw his heir under the bus over it makes me angry.

When I was doing my reading I got really annoyed which isn't usual for me, it really was Harry above all else and with no care to anyone/anything else.

It made me wonder what KC is willing to do when it comes to his second son. The energy I was getting made me think "well just abdicate then", it's really made me wonder whether KC is fit to be monarch and I'm someone who has been very sympathetic towards him in the past.

Hi Nonny,

I'm glad we are picking up on the same energy. :) There is an astrological reason for Charles being so concerned about Harry. It isn't an excuse for such behaviour, but if you believe in astrology it does explain why there would be a tendency for Charles to be so concerned about Harry.

So far, I have not seen any evidence of Charles putting Harry above his role as King (and that did surprise me). In fact, with Charles taking care to be unavailable/out of the country when Harry is around, it looks like the opposite is happening, and I will give him credit for that.

I think that Charles is prepared to do quite a lot for Harry, more than most people would, but so far he does seem to be making an effort to avoid Harry's demands. However, at the same time, he does name Harry as one of the Counsellors of State when he leaves the country, so who knows what is going on.

Astrology Explanation

Charles is tied to Harry astrologically. There is a part of your chart called the IC, and it is the bit that you want to tuck away and protect. The IC is what you turn to when you want to feel safe and secure. It also represents your origins, your roots, your ancestors, your home etc. Harsh or aggressive planets on this spot can make you very uncomfortable, very upset, and/or very insecure.

Charles has his Venus, which represents his relationships (romantic, familial, friends etc) and his values, and Neptune, which stands for delusions/unrealistic worldview/overwhelming emotions/rose coloured glasses etc, on his IC. Venus and Neptune together can give a very unrealistic, romantic, rose-coloured-glasses view of things, and on the IC this view is concerned with the home and family life. It is quite possible that Charles is deluded about how his family thinks/feels/operates (Neptune is the planet of delusions), or that he has illusions about Harry's behaviour (e.g. It's not his fault, it's all because of <some reason>).

Harry has his Venus on top of Charles's Venus, i.e. on top of Charles's IC. Charles's IC is where he feels safe and secure. For that to happen, his relationship with Harry (his Venus and Harry's Venus) has to be harmonious. Anything else will make Charles feel very upset. Hence he will be concerned about Harry and he will want to make Harry happy, because making Harry happy makes Charles feel peaceful, secure, and stable. In looking after Harry, Charles is looking after himself.

[apersonwholikeslotus]

Can I hear more about your OC's? Doesn't matter who, it can be any

YES YES YOU CAN I LOVE YOU SO MUCH

okokokokok so this is going to be SO disorginized but i'm gonna talk about my hre oc bc the only canon character i truly hate is hre i want to punt the child

her human name is Adelheid Dietrich but she regularly just goes by Heidi. Her first name means Nobility, and her last name means Ruler of the people; very fitting name for how much power she held in Europe for so long.

Her parents are Gaul and Germania, she very notably was never very close with her mother, and very close with her father until the the last few years of his life. (The Saxon wars, and Heimeric's own refusal to convert contributed to the deterioration in their relationship but that deserves it's own post) I don't have her exact year of birth pinned down yet, but sibling wise she is between Austria and Switzerland. Roderich being a few years older, and Aldrich being a few years younger. Heidi is only 1 of 2 girls in the family and was fiercely protective of Belgium, even as adults, if anything happened to Bel she would regularly blame herself for 'letting' it happen. She had decently rocky relationships with most of her siblings, but would get in screaming matches with Denmark over the most insignificant things. Reasonably bitter because she did end up substitute mom for about half her younger siblings, specifically Netherlands, Belgium & England. And she should not have had to do that. Eldest Daughter Syndrome(TM) personified. Would get into an argument with Dan, Nor, and Swe not long after their father died that would consist of "Everything i've done to keep our family together and this is how you thank me? 'No'? Just because you don't want to? Do you know all i've given up? I didn't get a childhood. But it's fine. Do what you want." v much a The things she said weren't right, but the emotions she was having were definitely there.

She was terrified of death. Just from the moment she gained consciousness she couldn't think of anything worse then running out of time. And tbh that's probably what drew her to Christianity, and kept her there, the idea that death wouldn't be the end, and it would be a happy after. John 3:16 "For God so loved the world that He gave His only son, so that everyone who believes in him might not perish but have eternal life" She's sold before the missionary can say anything else. That didn't stop her from being independent to a fault, which is where Lutheranism came into play; she was tired of being under Vatican's thumb (for lack of better term) so the moment the Reformation came around she was on board with that too. But all of that isn't to say she didn't have a complicated relationship with religion especially after a relationship--that i'll get to in a minute--constantly held it over her head as the whole reasoning for why she shouldn't do certain things; and it always worked because nothing scared her more than the idea that doing something would send her to Hell.

Anyway on romantic relationships; she was super queer. Would probably identify as bisexual in the year of our Lord 2023. She only ever had 2 notably relationships with other personifications; the first was with Czechia. It was very secretive, they were young, and dumb, and swore they would love no one but each other. (I actually wrote a little thing about them here). It somewhat obviously did not work out, because Heidi was scared of someone finding out about them, and after almost a century of being together she thought someone was getting to close to figuring it out; Adéla tried to insist it would be fine. Heidi panicked came up with a plan, and got Adéla to agree to it without telling her what it was. Within a couple months not a single person thought Adéla and Heidi were together... no they were too busy talking about how Clemens (Vatican) had supposedly broken his chastity vow and 'you'll never believe who for.' That was the end of her relationship with Czechia; it wasn't supposed to be. But it was.

Her second one was also a 'secret' but everyone knew about it. (so side note on my Vatican oc; remember he was born to represent West Rome and his land claim diminished as his children came along. Until eventually he picked up the title of the papal states then Vatican/Holy See). They met long before their 'romantic' relationship started, when Germania brought his at the time only daughter along to Rome and Vatican decided he just had to have her, and the sons of Rome usually get what they want. When they were very young they had a psuedo-relationship that really just happened because it was the first time they thought someone was cute and the other person thought the same. When she slept with him to cover her and Adéla's tracks, it was calculated. She had to have proof, and she had to have one or two people who she knew would talk have an inkling that it happened so rumors would start. What she didn't count on was him still having some of those feelings from hundreds of years earlier, she assumed he'd moved on completely. His children had to have come from somewhere. But now that Czechia didn't want anything to do with her she thought 'fuck it' and went along with a relationship that she didn't really want, but by now wasn't going to refuse either. And they would just stay that way, off and on, usually just sleeping with each other not much actual substance, but not so little that either would leave. They were just Stuck.

Jumping forward a bit to her death, she and Germany had a little less than a month overlap. He was born July 12th, 1806; and she died August 6th, 1806. She was already very sick when he was born, but asked to see him every day without fail. Austria told her eventually that he was sending Germany to live with Prussia, deemed he would be safer anywhere but Vienna. She argued with him over that, for a long time; insisted she wouldn't trust Brandenburg or Prussia to rear a child if they were some of the last people on earth. Austria got fed up, told her Germany was his son and he would do whatever he wanted with him. She argued back Germany was her heir, and she believed her heir should be raised in Vienna, not Königsburg, not Berlin, not Potsdam, Vienna. The argument stood until her death two weeks later, Austria to this day wishes he hadn't told her.

Everyone in the house knew about Heidi's fear, there wasn't a single person in Europe that didn't know about it. They all waited for something to register, for it to kick in that she more than likely wouldn't be making it another month, much less another year. But it never did, August 1st she got better, and for a solid two days she was even out of bed; it was during this Austria and Prussia caught her giving Germany a little speech.

"Now, you'll be taking over my job. I'm not promising it's an easy one because it isn't. The ones under you are insane, every last one, constantly fighting and they're changing all the time; every time you turn around someone new will have shown up, or someone else will have disappeared. I hope not too many disappear on you, but eventually you get used to it, and not in a sad way, in a "maybe they're off living their own life without the responsibility of thousands of peoples lives now". Unfortunately the annoying ones stick around the longest, your father is one, your uncle Gilbert is another. Saxony, Bavaria, Hesse, Brandenburg etc.. you'll have to get used to them, I don't think they're going anywhere. I know your parents are worried for you right now, but I'm sure it's completely unfounded and they're just dramatic. You'll be just fine... I wish I could stay to watch you grow up, i'm sure you'll be in charge of this whole continent eventually. You have to promise you'll make your family talk about me, don't let them be too sad about it, I want to be known as the interesting aunt not the one who died when you were a baby. Can you promise me that Ludwig?"

after those two days she got bad again though, worse than she was initially, and three days later she passed away. The moment they were waiting for never came, she didn't seem scared about the end; she put in her will someone has to make sure whoever killed her knew that she wasn't scared.

#long post #hws hre #hws holy rome #hetalia oc #tw: religion #tw: death #hetalia

[bluebunnyears-08]

Do you have any ideas on the Tails Squad?

I love the Tails Squad!!! The idea of all of those adorable fluffy foxes scurrying around together and going on adventures with each other is enough to make my heart melt. The fact that it exists makes me very happy! Thank you to whoever invented it!!! Thank you @heckinconfusedparade, @nights-nonsensical-ramblings, and any other creator for providing such adorable sceneries with them! It's the most wonderful thing on earth. It raised crops, cured every disease, and it made my year! I LOOOOOVE IT <3

The only thing that bothers me is that Nine (Sonic Prime) is in it as well. Don't get me wrong, Nine deserves hugs and snuggles (definitely by Sonic because he'd rip my face off if I tried, he's not as cuddly as the other Tails), but it just doesn't really make sense with his character and arc so far.

Nine is a loner, he avoids everyone to protect himself, and it's a firm coping mechanism (and as a person with trauma, a coping mechanism is NOT easy to break apart). Then he meets Sonic, he's given warmth and care and he latches onto Sonic, but nobody else. I noticed that Nine doesn't even seem to try to make friends or bond with the others because, in his mind, Sonic is the only friend he wants and needs. I also think Nine doesn't really like himself that much.

He isn't really prideful, more of a smug genius. Not an 'im better than you' but more an 'i look down on you to protect myself by seeing myself as superior to seem in control'. Not to mention he doesn't try to justify himself being bullied when he was telling Sonic his backstory, he says he 'wasn't paying attention to his surroundings', not I didn't know, or 'it wasn't my fault', he still blames himself.

So I don't think Nine loves himself. If he did he wouldn't have blamed himself for being bullied, he wouldn't have clung onto Sonic, and he would've been content to live by himself and left Sonic behind if he loved himself but he doesn't. So seeing these soft, nice, cuddly foxes he would see a smaller weaker version of himself. He wouldn't hate them specifically, just who they remind him of, which happens to be someone he loathes.

Himself.

He wouldn't be mean, he'd just be indifferent to them, polite but distant. Not considering them enemies, but not friends or allies either. If they don't get in his way they're not going to be attacked by him.

Self-loathing isn't something you can just take down easily, especially if you've had it for years due to other people calling you names and abusing you so much that you hide away, hide the things you were bullied for, and constantly blame yourself for what happened. With how far Nine is into it, I don't think he can be saved from the pit of hatred and pain.

It's horribly too late for that.

Some of you might be saying he could bond over being bullied because the other Tails were bullied too, and I'm sad to say it doesn't really work that way. People with trauma don't immediately become besties and form close bonds, most of the time, they're either animistic towards each other or avoid and keep their distance from each other to avoid being reminded of their own pain, and Nine would definitely do the latter firmly from his behavior so far.

Another thing is that the others have a Sonic of their own. Nine would not hate them, but he'd have a deeply repressed jealousy over them having the life he has dreamed of. Again, he wouldn't really hate them over this, he'd just merely have a painful pang of jealousy whenever that Tails and their Sonic would come up and embrace each other with such love and care, the things he was void of in his life.

I can see him bonding with the other Sonics, but it's only because Sonic himself is a coping mechanism for Nine and was the first one to give him affection. The other Sonic's are no different, so he latches onto them, but still keeps his distance due to them having their Tails right beside them. So hugs or head pats aren't accepted by Nine because it doesn't feel right to him, he doesn't deserve it, because he's not their Tails.

It would hurt every time seeing others given affection or he was offered affection that he can't have more than briefly, but he'd repress and hide it to not bother the others, or not to seem weak.

I actually have a prompt written out on how I think Nine would really react to the Tails Squad, if y'all want to see it, let me know and I'll post it!

But other than that, I have so, SO much love for the Tails Squad, but I can't see Nine being buddy-buddy with them. It's more of a neutral alignment, not enemies but not friends either.

Thanks for the ask!!!

#more sonic prime! #sonic prime #sonic prime nine #nine the fox #miles nine prower #nine sonic prime #discussion about trauma #nine needs a hug #tails nine #sonic prime spoilers #nine deserves to win no matter what #oh nine... #thank you for the ask

[paisholotus]

Chapter Two

୨⎯ Rina's Pov ⎯୧

I was walking back to Mr. Tumnus house to check how he was doing because I didn't have friends my age, I couldn't train yet, and there wasn't much else to do.

When I arrived at his house, his windows had been smashed, his door had been kicked in, and his furniture had been toppled over. Tumnus was apprehended. My only friend has been captured. I collapse to the ground and sobbed. Protecting that family....Protecting Lucy. I wanted to be angry, but I couldn't; he told me that was his job, but I still don't get it.

I stopped whimpering when I heard rustling and arguing. "I've got something stuck in my back."  was said by someone. "Isn't it cold?" The voice said again, as I approached the ruckus. Another person spoke, and it sounded like a girl maybe older.

"Now that you mentioned it, it's cold." A boys voice said. Is this Lucy's family? "What is going on here?"

I walked around the enormous trees to get a better look at them: a tall woman with brown hair, a tall boy with blonde hair, and finally a small boy with brown hair. all trying to come out the wardrobe, as Lucy had stated. "Oh God." Said the older girl. They all turned and looked at her "We're outside, and in the snow." She said.

"by God, you're right." I kept staring at them, trying to figure out what was about them that was so special, that it needed protecting. No children have visited in a long time, as far as I'm aware.

"Impossible.." the older girl said.

"You all have just entered Narnia." I murmured to myself.

"I can't believe it. We're so sorry, Lucy, is it possible for you to forgive us all?" Said the older boy. As he bended down to hug Lucy, "I don't know if the apology would help, but this will." She said, pelting everyone with snowballs. "Oh, you're going to get it. Said the older boy.

I was happy for a moment as I watched them play with each other; I don't get to spend nearly as much time with time with siya as I used to. She is constantly training.

"Wait I have an idea, remember Mr. Tumnus I told you guys about. Let's go see him."

My eyes burned with hot tears thinking about my friend that got taken away because of them, and they don't even know it. I try not to blame little Lucy it's not her fault but for some reason her being here is a threat to the Wench.

"In this weather? I'm freezing!" Said the older boy.  The older girl went back towards the wardrobe and grabbed coats out and passed them around, "here you go. I'm sure professor wouldn't mind."

I laughed a little at the younger boy getting the girl coat, he seems to be always throwing a fit. I walked behind some trees as I followed them until I almost fell and I think Lucy saw me but she didn't say anything as she stared in my direction.

"What are you looking at, Lu?" She looked back in my direction and smiled "oh, nothing it's probably a squirrel." He laughed and told her to lead the way. Apart of me is still thankful she kept her promise.

When we finally reached back to Tumnus cave my heart sank again, he was gone and I couldn't do anything.

"What is this?" The boy said picking up the parchment left by the Wench

"There's writing on it, what's it say." Said the older girl.

     𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚞𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝙵𝚊𝚞𝚗 𝚃𝚞𝚖𝚗𝚞𝚜,

𝙸𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚘𝚗

𝙷𝚒𝚐𝚑 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛

𝙸𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝙼𝚊𝚓𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚢 𝙹𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚜, 𝚀𝚞𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝙽𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚊

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚜, 𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚐

𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚜!

Signed Maugrim, Captain of the Secret Police, LONG LIVE THE QUEEN!

After the boy finished reading I felt sick to my stomach, she is no QUEEN. And one day my land will be peaceful again.

#black reader #black writers #black representation #black excellence #narnia x black reader #narnia #peter pevensie #Peter Pevensie x black reader #edmund pevensie x black reader #edward cullen #lucy pevensie #susan pevensie #aslan #the lion the witch and the wardrobe #black girls #For The Love Of Narnia

[isagrimorie]

if the originals had a 6th season with everyone making it out alive, how do you think they would handle tribrid hope (the mikaelsons, the faction leaders, and the nola supernatural community as a whole)?

also let’s just assume hope is 17 or 18 here bc, ya know, being immortally 15/16 would suck…

I think it would be more of an Originals/Legacies hybrid using the same time jump as in Legacies but fast forward to seasons 3 and 4 so Hope would be the same age as canon when she becomes a fully activated tribrid-- 19/20.

TBH, I feel the real reason why Hope was only an astral projection was that none of the factions wanted a fully activated Tribrid with existential crisis anywhere near New Orleans. The last time, canonically, Hope was in emotional crisis while in New Orleans, she almost destroyed the city, a vampire civil war led by literal nazi vamps broke out and a lot of witches died.

I imagine prior to 4x16 Vincent put his foot down when Rebekah and Marcel told Vincent they wanted to a) hold a wake for Klaus (and Elijah-- Hope wasn't told this part because they know Hope still has a dim view of him) and b) Hope would be attending.

The compromise was astral projection.

(Vincent loves Hope but the last time he was swayed by the 'she's only a teen' argument all the above happened-- it's not mostly Hope's fault, but she was the catalyst for it).

I would imagine similar things happened in the Everyone Lived timeline except Hayley, Elijah, Klaus, and Josh didn't die. Except with the Mikaelson family around Malivore would've been dealt with faster. Serratura lock at the bottom of the ocean, with the added bonus of Hope's blood + Klaus's blood.

I imagine, Hayley encourages Hope to be more active in the Crescent Pack, and not just for leadership reasons but because Hayley actually found peace when she connected with the pack. I do think Elijah and Hope will still clash but more because of Elijah's expectations of her than anything else.

I would imagine growing up with Hayley, Hope had more of a grounded childhood but with Elijah around, he'd be more into the trappings of society and responsibilities of a Mikaelson heir. Plus the added pressure of being called 'the family's hope'. I also think Elijah would insist Hope join faction meetings once she hit 17 years old.

Hayley will step in when Elijah goes overboard and reminds him about his Strix and how that turned out.

For once in his 1,000 years, Klaus isn't a source of tension and Hope actually prefers him to Elijah. He is the fun dad. They paint together and go on museum tours and Hayley has to remind Klaus constantly not to spoil Hope.

Also since her family is still around, Hope becomes less anti-social and gets friends, and basically, it is still the super squad but this time she invites a few close friends to NOLA for vacation.

Caroline and the Saltzman twins have a standing invitation to go to NOLA anytime because of how they helped with the hollow. Alaric is tolerated.

Once Hope becomes a fully activated tribrid tho-- things get a lot tenser because the factions know all the prophecies surrounding Hope and New Orleans.

Hope isn't happy they're back to this. Eventually, things will calm down when Hayley, Vincent, and Marcel present a united front. Klaus had to be talked down from going his usual route of terrorizing people into obedience.

Hope: "Seriously, dad? That will only make people angrier and afraid of me!"

The problem now comes in the form of the Triad industries -- which should have been the Legacies' Main big bad all along instead of Malivore.

#answered #Anonymous #tv: legacies #asked and answered #hope mikaelson

[thecolorfulescape]

September 5th, 2023 - Lessons Learned from a Divorce

Last year, I was in a depressive state. I always chalked it up to COVID lockdowns, or company restructures. I did not want to admit that I was also married to a man who was very much in love with the idea of me, but not actually with me. He always told me that I "ticked all the boxes," which I never paid any mind to until I started to feel more like a possession than a partner. I myself was not without blame. I'm a very flawed human. Throughout my life, even at my happiest, there was always an underlying sentiment of being an outsider looking in. I couldn't shake this sense of not being able to grasp some unspoken understanding that everyone else seemed to have. I was a lost girl - constantly searching, exhaustedly trying to find my place. Perhaps it's a congenital trait that was simply fated to be a part of my life, or because my mother got sick and died when I was child (which can be ostracizing enough). Maybe it was the fact that once she was gone, no one ever made me a priority - my father always brushed me aside in favor of liquor and women. Who's to say? I married a man who treated me like I was important - no man had done that before. There were certainly things that I was wary of, like him constantly speaking over me, or the fact that his ego was larger than the sun. He could never be wrong about anything... But nobody's perfect, right? He would eventually win most people over after I would explain away his behavior. I did this because I was naïve and sincerely hopeful. In that regard, I know that I was also guilty of being in love with an idea. I wanted the happy life that I had always been searching for. I made excuses for him every single day. I grew weary. As my depression continued to deepen, I began to drink more. I never wanted to confront what I was trying to drown out, but I spent the better part of 3 years blackout drunk almost every night. His caring had faded, and he never said one word about it. I once asked him why he never mentioned it, or if he had any concern about the fact that I was slowly killing myself. All he had to say was "I'm not going to tell you how to live your life." He took to digging through my personal effects whenever I wasn't around. He would fling accusations at me, and would ask my friends if I had confided any information with them. They would look at him, bewildered, and ask "why don't you ask her yourself? Why are you always talking about her as if she isn't standing right there?" I reached my limit. I started therapy, and asked that he do the same. He responded by telling me that his issues were my fault, and that I would be entirely to blame if our marriage failed. I told him that I would not speak with him again until we had started couple's therapy. A few nights later, I came home to find him passed out drunk, along with a loaded gun that he had left folded into my clothes. That was the Summer of last year - the Summer when I asked for a divorce, and moved out. Here are the lessons I have learned/been reminded of after these very necessary adjustments: - I'm now back to a headspace where I'm able to go out with friends every now and then for just a couple of drinks. I know that's not the case for everyone, and sometimes not drinking at all is best. - If you are experiencing an issue with substance abuse and your friends say nothing about it, they're not your fucking friends. - You can forgive people for their flaws, and even look past them. That does not mean that you have to commit to them. - It's easy to be "kind" when things are okay. True kindness is maintaining it, even when times are hard. - The people who matter will always check in. My ex decided to spread quite a few rumors about me after we split, and many will believe what they hear if it makes for a juicy story. Real friends don't do that. They ask questions and don't accept gossip at face value. - It's never too late to start over. Life is too short for bullshit. - Life isn't about finding yourself, or finding your path. It's about creating it. Make your own path. Be the person you want to be. 💖

#my life #personal post #divorce #lessons learned #boundaries #don't settle

[mellaithwen]

last unhinged point for now....

i can't get over the fact that Buck was so sure he was to blame for Chimney leaving - for the team being a man-down, for Hen having to partner with Eddie - that he obviously never even mentioned it to any of them. it's only once he says he's transferring (!?!) that they all say; "actually Buck, we all spoke to Chimney individually before he went, we get it" & that information was offered up so freely too, no one was tiptoeing around it, they weren't glancing at each other first to see if they should say something, they just said it, because it was a fact.

Buck says to Taylor "it's like no one's even talking about him, they're just avoiding the subject, avoiding me," but really it was this self-fulfilling prophecy because everyone else wasn't avoiding the subject, they were trying to respect Buck who was so clearly avoiding the subject.

the way Hen knew straight away what was going on and why Buck was acting differently, even telling Ravi as much. the way that instead of just talking to Bobby or Hen or Eddie who he's so friggin' close to Buck just shuts down in work. the way he's so adamant in his own head that everyone else was blaming him and he didn't want confirmation of that, so instead he just withdrew and focused on ringing Chimney and Maddie over and over because he was trying to fix it - because if Chimney's home and Maddie's home then nobody has a reason to be mad at him anymore, right?

i just.

fuckk.

#I HAVE SO MANY FEELINGS #i want to SCREAM #this isn't Buck making everything about him because he's selfish (which he's not) this is Buck ASSUMING in a heartbreaking way that #everything MUST be his fault because HE's the broken one that needs fixing that needs changing and reinventing because that's #what his shitty parents left him with - and the Daniel revelation confirmed it - he blamed himself for eddie getting shot in the finale #he blamed himself for not being able to save his brother as a BABY #he blames himself for A LOT #and this is just him doing it again #assuming he's not good enough #that if he tried harder everything would be okay #that it's his fault everyone else around him isn't constantly happy #because his self appointed job as the fixer DEMANDS that things be FIXED #fuckfuckfuck #911 spoilers #firefam #911 fox #evan buckley #the way that i wrote this up instead of drying my hair so now im going into my meeting looking like a deranged fucking mermaid ah man

[shangchiswife]

SAW THAT YOU NEEDED REQUESTS AND IM HERE

hello love ur stories first of all so <3 much love

LOVED THR AU WHERE IT WAS THE NWH VILLANS X READER AND THEY ALL SHARE AN APARTMENT

if it’s not too much to ask, may i request a nwh villains x fem!reader? (maybe more of an otto x reader but that’s up to you!) reader is a very motherly-like and doting character; always helping around and always acting like a sister/mother to some of them; very selfless and compassionate; drapes a blanket over those who fell asleep, sometimes brew coffee for otto when he’s staying up late, cooking breakfast, lunch, and sometimes maybe even dinner for them!!! surprising them with so much love because they honestly deserve it more than anybody,,, ty i love ur stories

i wrote this rlly fast so i'm rlly sorry if this isn't what you wanted i hope you enjoy <3

summary: you take care of all of the villains but you have a particular problem with otto

nwh villains x gn! reader otto octavius x reader

warnings: none

word count: 620

When the villains from other multiverses came out of nowhere, distraught and helpless, it was your time to shine.

While Peter was trying to find physical cures for their issues, you decided to help them mentally.

Each of the men had their own insecurities to tackle and weren't accustomed to love which was exactly what you were going to give them.

You helped every single one of them with the power of your love.

You would bring them blankets, hug them constantly, and cook them their favorite meals because you genuinely wanted to help them.

The only person that you had a problem helping out with was Otto Octavius.

Even with his inhibitor chip fixed, he was very cold and distant towards you, and you never quite understood why.

You were always kind and tried to show affection towards him by always smiling brightly at him and trying to make conversation, but he would always respond with unamused grunts.

You never tried to hug him because you didn't want him to be upset with you.

The other villains had looked at you sympathetically and told you that it wasn't your fault, and it was just that he was still heartbroken over the loss of his wife, Rosie.

When they told you, your jaw dropped.

You were so surprised and felt so horrible for him.

Otto sat on the couch one day with the rest of the people as they watched the movie Peter put on for them.

You went up over to him and sat next to him and Norman who immediately smiled at your arrival.

"Hi Y/N, we're just watching Star Wars," he smiled as you embraced him tightly making Otto shift uncomfortably from beside you.

"If you're going to be all lovey-dovey can you do it somewhere else," the older man rolled his eyes.

Bravely, you turned around and cocked your head to the side.

"Look Otto if you wanted one of my hugs too you could've just asked," you said as you practically tackled him with a warm hug.

Otto's brown eyes widened as the rest of the people in the room all stared at you with shock.

The last time he had been hugged was when he was with Rosie.

Tears pricked his eyes as he hugged you back.

He had always brushed you away because it hurt physically to be around you because your selflessness reminded him of Rosie.

But you weren't Rosie, you were Y/N.

When you felt his arms wrap around you tightly you were shocked and so happy.

"I'm so sorry Y/N for the way I treat you," he buried his face into your shoulder as he let out a sob.

You pet his hair and your heart cracked at his outburst.

"I swear I don't mean to. You are a wonderful person and I appreciate everything you do it's just that you remind me of someone," he croaked.

"You don't have to explain anything to me," you continued to comb through his hair in an attempt to comfort him.

"Thank you for being you, Y/N. I'm sure everyone can say that you are a gift and we all love and appreciate you," he took his head off of your shoulder so that he could lock eyes with you.

His beautiful brown eyes still had tears slipping from them.

From beside you, Norman put a hand on your shoulder and kissed your cheek.

Flint, Max, and Curt all came next to Otto to look at you and smile.

"We love you, Y/N," they said in unison as a smile broke across your face and you brought them all in a massive group hug.

"I love you too,"

#doc ock x reader #nwh villains x reader #otto octavius fluff #otto octavius x reader #norman osborn x reader

[equizona]

Hello! (Feel free to ignore if it makes you uncomfortable!)

May I please request head cannons of the Obey Me Brothers reacting to an Mc that’s just over everything? She doesn’t really care if she’ll die in the Devildom since she doesn’t have anything to belong or look forward to in life, not even if she returns to the Human world. One of the Brothers or a lesser demon could threaten her and she would look them dead in the eye and just say “Go ahead, You’re doing me and everyone a favor 😶” or “Please do 🙂 *opens arms*”

Note: Oh honey, if you ever feel like this I want you to know that there is things to live for, and you'll find them if you stick around. And even if it may not always seem like it, you are worth so much. (On another note, you didn't mention that you wanted a happy ending so...) (Also, is my favorite one obvious? I think it is..)

Fandom(s): Obey Me!

Character(s): Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor.

Scenario: Reacting to an MC that reacts to death threats with a "sure."

Warnings: Self-harm, suicide, death, violence, blood, gore, sickness, injuries, substance abuse, sharp objects, angst, Yandere-themes, bad endings.

Lucifer[Avatar of Pride]

As much as Lucifer likes to pretend he's the one that has the most control over his emotions, he's really one of the worst at it, so the chance of him being the one that threatens you is way too high.

The second you say that his anger is gone, vanished, and instead is the horrible feeling of guilt that is drowning him. Because isn't that his fault?

Isn't he the one that's constantly pressuring you to be better? Isn't he the one who is always threatening to kill or torture you? Make you into Cerberus's chew toy?

"Dear.. what.. did you just say?"

He feels horrible, but his pride won't let him admit it, any of it, and it's one of the times where he hates his sin the most.

Doesn't mean he can't do anything about it though.

Since he's calmed down he'll try and talking about it, asking you why you would say that.

He's no professional, and he knows that he can't just magically help you.

He'll get you a therapist, a human one, so that you have someone outside of them to talk with, but he will make sure that you know his door is always open if you ever need something.

He'll also be significantly less strict with you, letting you get away with things he usually would have had your head for.

And he tries to encourage you to relax with schoolwork a bit. He'll help you if you're having any issues, but the exchange program has to be perfect so if you overwork yourself it won't end up well, right?

That's what he says, but he really just doesn't want you to be stressed.

Mammon[Avatar of Greed]

PLEASE THIS BOY MAY INSULT YOU SOMETIMES BUT THAT'S JUST BECAUSE HE'S A TSUN-DERE HE WOULD NEVER THREATEN YOU.

So it was probably someone else, let's say a lower level demon?

Honestly when the demon approached the two of you he was ready to step in and tell them off. After all, that was his human, they don't have the right to touch them!

When you say that though..

He can't find it within himself to do anything, he just stares at you in shock as tears run down his cheeks and he doesn't even realize it.

It's at that moment he realizes that the Devildom really isn't a place for a human, and that you should really get back home as fast as you could.

It also makes him realize just how often your life gets threatened by everyone around you. Lucifer, Leviathan, Satan, Beelzebub, Belphegor–

The image of your bloody body in his arms just makes him cry harder, because he failed you and now he's failed so badly that you want death.

He won't allow it to come to that, not ever again does he want to see you die.

He won't allow you anywhere near any of his brothers without him. He won't let you be around for long either, checking in via phone every five minutes or so because he can't be sure that you won't hurt yourself.

He's begging you to talk with him, and he'll drop every insult he tends to say, because you are worth so so much.

Especially to him.

He'll do anything you ask, just don't leave, please?

Leviathan[Avatar of Envy]

He's no stranger to the thought of death. He's seen it happen multiple times before, both in anime and in real life, and the idea of killing himself has crossed his mind so many times but..

This isn't the same.

This is you.

He's so shocked that he can't even say anything, just staring at you with his mouth agape and his eyes wide with horror.

There's tears there too.

He feels sick, he really does. You don't deserve this, but at the same time, this is his fault, isn't it? He's the one who was threatening you because you beat him in a video game once out of the thousands of times you play with him.

He.. he doesn't deserve you, does he?

You deserve better.

But now he's gone and made it so you can't see that. And he isn't quite sure what he should do.

He's sobbing but..

All he's ever wanted was for you to be happy, you know?

If that's what you want, then he'll die it.

And you won't have to do it alone either.

He'll be right there, every step of the way.

Satan[Avatar of Wrath]

It doesn't process to him what you said until the demon who threatened you is dead, a blood, lifeless mess beneath him.

And then it hits him and he just turns to you with a look of horror that quickly turns into rage.

You want to leave him here alone!?

"WHAT!? YOU'RE JUST GOING TO LEAVE ME HERE ALONE, HUH? OF YOU WANT TO DIE SO BADLY THEN FINE."

If the two of you are with another brother they'll probably restrain him or rush you away, hoping nothing too bad will happen.

When he's calmed down he'll talk with you and apologize, because he knows that's not what he should have done.

He'll try and convince you to talk with Lucifer so that you could get a therapist, but ultimately the choice is yours.

He'll do his best to be there and reassure you that you mean the absolute world to not only him, but the rest of his brothers too.

If it's just the two of you then it's a different case altogether...

There's no chance that you would be able to outrun him, you know? And when he's angry he just can't ever seem to hold himself back.

Which is something that breaks him as he holds your lifeless and bloody body close to his chest, begging you not to leave him as he cries.

Ultimately, you were the one thing that kept him sane, the one that made him feel like him. Like he was more than just Lucifer's wrath.

Joining you is what he wants to do, but he'll keep himself alive. He'll let himself live with the knowledge of what he did.

And if he ever seems to move on even the slightest?

He gusses they'll just have to find a never avatar of wrath, because that means his punishment is over and now he just has to kill himself in the most painful way he can imagine before he gets to see you again.

He doesn't like God very much, but he prays to him that you don't hate him for what he's done.

Asmodeus[Avatar of Lust]

Asmodeus is extremely confident. He knows he's beautiful. After all, he was the jewel of the celestial realm before he fell, and now he's the most beautiful demon in the Devildom.

He was never so sure about his personality though, until you came.

And.. now you want to leave him..?

"Haha.. that's a funny joke MC, but don't say stuff like that.. okay?"

He lives in denial of it, refusing to ever think back on it again, set on the fact it was just a joke and you love him and you won't want to leave him and–

If Lucifer notices, he'll get you help, and even as Lucifer tries to force him to accept how you feel, he won't.

He can't.

If you just end up living even if that is how you feel, he'll never acknowledge it, choosing to pretend it was a joke.

If you die, or kill yourself, he won't be able to help the fact he thinks your wrong about his personality.

Because if he refused to help the person he loved the most, what type of person was he?

Beelzebub[Avatar Gluttony]

Beelzebub has always adored his family like nothing else.

After Lilith's death, he just became even more protective. They had all suffered so much because of him, because of his inability to save Lilith, so he was almost in debt to them for not hating him.

You became his family too. One of them, and he loves you more than one could imagine. You brought his family back together, made them work out so many of their issues, you were their light.

And because of him that light was dim.

Maybe you felt that way because he never protected you against all the demons good enough, or maybe you were just tired of him.

As much as he's sure you hate him, he refuses to let you do this on your own. He refuses to let you suffer.

He'll talk with Lucifer. Even if you ask him not to, he will, no matter how horrible he feels about it.

You need someone to talk with.

Lucifer will get you a therapist, and while you go through that, Beelzebub won't leave you alone.

Regular check-ups to make sure that you're alright and doing well, to make sure you didn't try anything.

He makes sure that you eat healthy, and that you don't fall into any habits that make you neglect your physical health.

He asks Belphegor to make sure you don't get nightmares. Sleep is important for you.

He's always here to listen or help you with anything you need as well.

He'll give you his schoolwork if you didn't do it, because he doesn't want you to be stressed and it's better if he's in trouble, right?

He tries so hard.

When you're fine you can hate him but don't leave please—

"Please."

Belphegor[Avatar of Sloth]

Never has Belphegor regretted never properly setting you down to apologize.

Was it because of what he did? Was it because you thought they saw you as Lilith? Was it because you were tired of working their issues out for them?

There was so many reasons and he doesn't know what they were.

He'll bring his arms up to hug you, trying not to collapse because he's shaking so much.

He didn't love you because you held Lilith's blood, he loved you because you got him out of that dumb attic and never left him no matter how horrible he got.

He was stupid to think that what he did wouldn't have consequences.

Maybe he should have tried harder. Should have bothered fighting his sin to ask you if you needed someone to be there for you like you had been for him and the rest of his brothers.

He should have tried harder, he really should have, but he didn't.

And because of all of his mistakes you no longer wanted to be alive.

He's sobbing now, holding you as close as possible to him, because he never wants to let you go. He loves you for infinity after all.

But if you no longer wish to be alive, then who is he to keep you here? Force you to suffer any longer?

He's already been so horrible selfish.

"I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry."

Does he even deserve to apologize?

"I'm sorry I'm so selfish, but if this is what you truly want, then... I only ask for the selfish request you'll let me go with you."

He won't make you kill him, you've been through enough, and having someone's blood on your hands isn't something you should unless you specifically ask him.

He'll let you kill him if it makes you feel better though.

He'll make sure that this is what you want. There will be no coming back from this, so he wants you to know this is what you want.

If you would rather try and figure things out he'll be there every step of the way.

If you want to die, and you're sure you want to do it.

He'll make it as painless for you as possible.

Then after that he'll join you, telling Beelzebub how sorry he is, and that he'll be going with you to see Lilith again.

He's sorry, but he won't allow anyone to do anything if this is what you want.

#obey me #obey me x reader #obey me headcanons #lucifer #mammon #laviathan #satan #asmodeus #beelzebub #belphegor #lucifer x reader #mammon x reader #leviathan x reader #satan x reader #asmodeus x reader #beelzebub x reader #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me lucifer x reader #obey me mammon x reader #obey me leviathan x reader #obey me satan x reader #obey me asmodeus x reader #obey me beelzebub x reader #obey me belphegor x reader

[vannybarber]

The Prenup

Summary: After four years of being together and finally being engaged, Chris wants you to sign a prenup.

Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: angst, swearing, chris getting his ass handed to him, a lot of pain.

Part Two Part Three Part Four Final Chapter

Scrounging through the little desk in the corner of Chris and you's bedroom, you hear him let out a boisterous laugh.

He was watching some movie and there was a certain part that he found so hilarious. After 4 years of watching it with him constantly, you still don't get what's so funny. But it makes him happy so that's what matters.

You were searching for the wine opener so Scott could get his middle-aged-4-kids-divorcee vibe on. You cleaned the other day and stuck it in there after a nightly dose of freakydeaky from Chris, which consisted of wine, whipped cream, and a many different forms of chocolate.

After what seemed like forever, you find the corkscrew and grin at your accomplishment. You take one more look in the drawer out of habit and you spot a big orange envelope with Chris' name on it. Being the nosy curious person you are, you take the envelope out and get a good look at it. You see the words Prenuptial Agreement in bold and your heart drops.

Chris had proposed to you 9 months ago and you were happy beyond words. After being together for 4 years, he finally put away his commitment troubles and made you his fianceé. And now you find out he's going to get you to sign a prenup. A fucking prenup.

You look around the room at loss for words. You were angry, hurt and confused. After 4 years of being together, he doesn't have faith in his own judgment that you guys would be together forever? You both have been through literally everything. There isn't one thing you don't know about each other. Your relationship was rare and it was special.

After moments of contemplation, you decide you would confront him on it. There's no way you could carry on the night and sleep after this. Not until you get your answers. Closing the drawer, you take a sharp breath and exhale before walking out the room. You get back to the dining table where Lisa and his siblings surrounded.

"Here you go Scott" you say slamming the corkscrew on the table in front of him. He looks up at you, puzzled. You glance at him then at Chris and he's looking at you just the same. Evidently your tone matched your movements because everyone went silent. You draw back and put both hands behind your back and huff.

"Babe, are you alright?" It was Christopher talking to you now. Your attention goes to him and your lips are in a thin line. Refraining from blowing up at him, you force smile on your face and change your tone of voice.

"What do you mean, honey? I'm fine." You should leave the acting to Chris honestly. That's definitely not your field of expertise. Shifting on your right foot, you stare at him. He shuffles and tilts his head with a knowing look.

"Spill it Y/N. What's up?"

"The flames when I burn this damn house down." So much for not blowing up. You snatch the envelope in front of you and chuck it on the table. Everyone watches the exchange and the envelope fly to the table. All their faces change from confusion to shock and even more confusion.

Chris didn't even need to look down to know it was the prenup. His eyes went from you to the wall. Guilt written all over it, you almost wish you gave a shit. You wonder how long he was going to keep this hidden from you. No need to wonder now.

"You want to explain to me why you have a prenup?" You place your hand on your hip and roll your neck at him.

"I got that for us."

You swear to everything you wanted to lunge at him right then and there. 'I got that for us'. Why do people always use that excuse for everything? They weren't thinking about you, just themselves and expected you to go along with it.

"You got it for us? I know you didn't do this on your own. Who put you up to it?" You look around the room. Scott has his hands up shaking his head. Carly and Shanna both let out a quiet "not me". You look at Lisa who had this look of hurt.

"Chris, you tell me everything. How did I not know about this? Why didn't you tell me?" Well now you know she didn't suggest it. You feel slightly guilty for letting it cross your mind, but you had your reasons.

"Ma, I had my reasons. I kept it hidden because I didn't know how I felt about it myself" he says rubbing his face and fixing his hair under his cap. Still didn't answer your question.

"Christopher, who put you up to this? Tell me now!" You're getting fired up by the minute. You have an idea who it could be too.

"Megan. She thought that it would be smart to consider. Just to protect me."

"Megan." Your voice is laced with absolute venom. "You know Chris, she does a good job keeping you out of trouble and bullshit so you're not all over the tabloids, but sometimes, her ass is too much!"

Chris is never in the news for anything negative. He's always minding his business and moving quietly. Megan is a great publicist, but she can be pretty overbearing about his personal life. She gave you side eye for like the entire first year of you guys' relationship.

"Baby, she was just looking out for me. You know how it is, women getting with you for your money. Guys loose half of everything they have when getting divorces."

You can't even believe it.

"I am not 'women'. I'm your fianceé. We've been together 4 years, Chris! After all this time your material things come before me?" Tears are puddled at your eyes now and your voice is cracking. This catches his attention.

"I told you from the start Chris, that I never cared about your money! Never have and never will. I am used to not having much. I'm not money hungry or concerned for having top tier everything. I've learned to settle."

"Y/N, I didn't mea-" you slam your hand on the table, making everyone jump. Chris shuts his mouth.

"I'm. Not. Finished. I am not marrying your bank account. I'm not marrying your cars. I'm not marrying your house. I don't give a damn about any of that shit. And you literally are still concerned about all of that?" Your face is wet and your nose is runny. You wipe your nose and cross your arms.

"It's not even like that!" Now he's getting upset. For literally nothing. This is his fault. "It's just in case it doesn't work out, we don't need to deal with all the extra mess."

That completely shattered you. In case it doesn't work out. He actually has thoughts that your marriage couldn't work. What would even cause that? You guys don't even argue. You don't even remember the last time you did. You've learned to understand what each other needs and mastered that. What is he on about?

"You know what the sad part is? Us not working out crossed my mind in, like, the first year of our relationship. And I decided that if we did get married, and God forbid we divorced, I wouldn't take anything from you."

He looked at you like he just found out he wasn't the father of your baby.

"Yeah, Chris. That's your money. You made it, not me, so why would I ask for any of it from you? You gave me an amazing relationship and thats enough for me."

"Oh my goodness." Everyone directs their attention to Scott. "So you wouldn't want anything from the divorce?"

"Of course not! I came in this relationship for him. Plus a make my own money. I don't need anyone else's."

You had your own business. Many employees at different buildings in Boston. You didn't have much growing up and you were proud of yourself for not having to worry about financial issues. Chris liked that you had your own thing going and didn't have to adapt to his life and depend on him financially. And he still got a prenup.

Feeling like you were gonna cry again, you rub your temples and take deep breaths to prevent it. But you failed and started crying more. Chris got up and moved to stand in front of you.

"Baby, I'm sorry I upset you. I thought you would be okay with this. Like you said, you don't care about my money so what's wrong with the prenup?" His hands were on your sides, but not for long as you shook them off of you.

"What's wrong with it? What this is telling me is three things. You have doubt that our marriage won't work out, you think I might change my mind and ask for alimony, and that your money comes before me."

"I..." he struggles to form words. You take this chance to get out of there.

"I really don't want to be here right now." Chris looks up and grabs your arm.

"Babe, you don't need to go. Where the hell are you gonna go?" You turn and grab the envelope from the table. You open it and pull the papers out, shoving it in his face.

"I'll go to a hotel or something, but I'm not staying here if this is the shit you're trying to pull with me." You turn the paper to you and look in disgust. You scan over it and your eyes fall on the dotted line where you need to sign. Beside it is where he needed to sign his.

Well not anymore.

You read over his signature on the line. Chris Evans.

He signed the prenup already. Now he was just waiting for your signature. He really was leaving you zero choice.

"You signed it already??" Everyone at the table head snapped up. Shanna gasped and covered her mouth. Lisa mumbles an "oh no" under her breath.

"So you were just going to bring it to me and expect me to sign it with no fight, huh?"

Chris says nothing, but his face is red. You don't wait for a response and walk to your shoes and your bag. Already having everything in there, you slip your shoes on and walk back to Chris.

"Just a heads up, you brought this on yourself."

You whip around and walk to the fireplace. You chuck the papers and envelope in the blaze and turn back to him.

"You can forget about that damn prenup, cause I'm not signing it. As a matter a fact, you don't even have to worry about that because there won't be a chance of us divorcing." You force a smile and clasp your hands together. Lisa and Scott rise from the table panicking.

"Babe, no-"

"Forget the wedding, this engagement and all of it. You can take this fucking ring too." You pry the ring off your fingers and throw it at him. It hits his chest and falls at his feet.

"I'm not marrying you."

You turn on your heel, grab your purse and jacket, walking out the door, leaving the Evans' speechless.

Was this too dramatic? I have my own opinions on a prenup, but maybe it's not as big as it seems? Idk🥴.

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Don’t forget me

steve rogers x reader

Summary: Steve and reader are happily married, so what happens when a mission goes wrong and Steve is pronounced dead? And what if he comes back but she’s already in a relationship?

Warnings: Fluff, a lot of angst, main character death (?) but with a happy ending.

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Author’s note: Happy because i finished this in just a few hours, hope you enjoy it! Feedback is always appreciated.

Little caresses of soft fingers running up and down your bare back made you shiver, waking you up, your eyes flutter open.

You groaned and buried your face in the pillow. Steve's chuckle echoed throughout the room before you felt wet kisses being spread all over your lower back, slowly making their way up to your shoulders. Fingers moving your hair to one side exposing your right ear. 

"Good morning, Dollface" he whispered in your ear in his husky voice, which honestly always sounds like that when he just woke up, and he bit your ear lobe making butterflies erupt in your stomach and making you a little giddy.  

You had spent the night in Steve's room, the light soft reddish color coming through the windows and painting the white walls of Steve's room making you aware that it was probably just dawn, the atmosphere was calm and familiar and his bed was certainly a thousand times more comfortable than yours could ever be. 

"Good god, Steve. I bet you it's not even 6:00am" you mumbled sleepily, he might be a super soldier but you needed your 9 hours of sleep. Steve let out a chuckle in your ear again, bringing shivers all over your body. 

"You really look cute when you're half asleep like that" he replied still talking into your ear, running his soft hand all over your back only to then grab your waist, letting his arm rest there. "I want to marry you." 

You smiled before turning your body to be face to face with Steve knowing he wouldn't let you sleep anymore, you pulled the white silk sheet in your best effort to cover your body looking up at him. He was leaning on his left elbow, his right arm still wrapped around your waist, his torso was naked, the sheets on his hips.

"But I already said ‘I do’, baby" you smiled showing him the ring on your left hand and remembering your wedding day. You had been best friends for what seemed like forever before a mission which required you to pretend to be married led to you both confessing your feelings, then you had realized it had all been a plan by the others to finally get you to admit what they had already known for quite some time, that the mission never really required you to go as a couple, but you couldn't be mad at them, quite the opposite, you felt a deep gratitude towards them, because you would never have been able to do it on your own. A year later, Steve had taken you to the roof of the Compound where you could see the distant lights of the skyscrapers of New York, where he had prepared you a dinner with your favorite meals and a bottle of wine and had gotten down on one knee, opening the little red velvet box with the most beautiful ring you had ever seen, he really was a 40s man, full of romance and chivalry.  Six months later you were married.

"Right, but I'm talking about a vow renewal, I just can't believe you're mine, you're like a dream" he let out, the pink painting his cheeks matching yours.  His dirty blonde hair was a mess and his eyes sparkled with pure adoration.  

"You really are full of compliments today, huh?" you smiled bringing your hand to his hair and giving it a little squeeze. You loved this Steve, he had always been romantic and protective of you, but this Steve, the one you only knew in the early morning hours was driving you crazy, the sentimental Steve, full of compliments and caresses and without shirt on. The Steve who could look into your soul with just one look and that lazy smile. The one only you knew. 

"Stop complaining, you know you love it" he said smiling mischievously, like a little boy.  

"I can't complain" you shrugged, sliding your fingers down his hard chest, imagining how good it would look with a couple of tattoos on it. You bit your lip thinking about it before returning your gaze to him, who already had his eyes on you, his eyes glowing, fingers at your waist squeezing. Before you could register what was happening, he had lunged towards you pressing his lips hard against yours, you sighed as you felt his lips sucking on yours and grabbed his cheeks pulling him closer to you, his hands taking your waist and lifting you up to get you on top of him, he bit your bottom lip asking for entrance but you put both hands on his chest putting distance between the two of you, ending the kiss and shaking your head. You still hadn't brushed your teeth. 

He grunted with discontent and pouted, completely adorable, but kept his arms around your waist. You stroked his hair and he closed his eyes, sighing. 

"I really love you" he let out, looking into your eyes, with an expression you couldn't read, he suddenly looked worried and even a little scared. "I would do anything to protect you, you know that right?". 

You frowned. 

"What is this all about?" you asked leaning your face on his chest looking into his eyes. “What’s on your mind?”

He shook his head before giving you a small smile, wanting you to forget the subject. 

"It's the mission, isn't it?" you sighed.

He looked at you for a long moment and you knew the answer. 

Steve along with Fury had been tracking a dangerous organization for months that for some reason were targeting Steve. They both believed it wasn't that big of a threat. They had only sent Steve a couple of death threats, but being Captain America and part of the Avengers, there were always enemies. But when one afternoon, a threat had come to you, Steve got to work and he and Fury had been tracking the origin of these for months and now they finally had a lead.  

"It's probably nothing," he said, "don't worry about it, Fury will go with me on this one. Maybe the lead will be useless." You knew he didn't want to worry you but you couldn't help it, you wanted to go with him this afternoon but you as well as everyone else had other missions to attend to. 

You nodded and kissed his chin reassuringly. 

He placed a kiss on your forehead and released you by turning you to your side of the bed, before getting out of bed, putting on his sweatpants and putting on his white shirt. 

It was your turn to pout, missing his warm body. 

"Come on, Dollface." He said placing his palms on the mattress and leaning over to you "I'll make you those chocolate chip pancakes and when I get back from the mission we're going to watch that Jason Bourne movie you love so much."

You let out an excited squeal and hugged him by the neck pulling him back into bed.  

"You sure know how to spoil a girl."

_

Steve never returned from that mission.

That afternoon you were in the kitchen preparing popcorn for movie night with Steve and the next minute, Fury had come out of the elevator doors, concern filling his face and honestly it was the most you had ever seen him show any emotion, he had quietly approached Tony, ignoring the greetings of the team that was hanging out in the living room, he had taken him to the briefing room and they had been inside for quite a while. You had been watching the elevator doors waiting for Steve to come out of them before deciding to ask Fury, but before you could even take a step, Tony had left the room and the moment you looked at his face, your stomach sank, a horrible feeling surrounding you. You had never seen Tony like that before, the look in his eyes was something you would never be able to describe, he was pale, his eyes seemed sunken and he kept looking nowhere in particular. A few moments later that seemed like hours, he had uttered the words that broke you inside.

Steve hadn't made it.

You don't remember much after that, all you remember is popcorn strewn all over the kitchen floor, a deafening scream that you never realized you had let out, and the pain in your knees as you fell to the floor. You remember screams coming from the others, asking Tony and Fury for explanations and a lot of commotion. But what you could never forget even if you wanted to was the pain of your heart being squeezed inside you and the horrible feeling that now everything would be different.

That had been 1 year and 6 months ago. Since the news everything had been a blur. It was as if you were seeing everything from outside your body. The first few days, you didn't leave the living room couch, your gaze focused on the metal doors of that gray elevator, you didn't eat, you didn't sleep, waiting for Steve to show up with his suit dirty from the mission and the shield in his hand, telling you that it had taken a little longer than usual but that everything had gone well, that he had nothing but a few scratches on his body and that he would take a shower before cuddling up with you in bed.

The day you understood that Steve would never walk out those doors, you couldn't help but be angry at him for leaving you alone that morning after breakfast and not asking for help from the team, but more than anything you were angry at yourself for not doing anything about it. You thought it was a routine mission, just to confirm that the clue was legit. You never gave the subject much thought. You couldn't believe you had been so naive and you knew it was your fault.

The next few months after that you and the team as well as Fury had been immersed in the case, trying to track down the organization and the man responsible for Steve's death. Thousands of leads were emerging every day but they all led to a dead end. The team wasn't much better, everyone blamed each other for Steve's death but you knew it all affected Tony the most. Natasha and Wanda were there for you but Bucky was the one who were constantly with you during the first few months, supporting you and looking out for you. But you could see he was hurting too, Bucky had gone back to his old self, he was withdrawing from everyone, except you. Barely making conversation with the others and most of the time going out without telling you where he was going. You wanted to ask him about it but you knew he needed time. Hell, you needed it too. A year and a half later it seemed like everything was back to normal, even though you knew that inside you were all different people. Losing family wasn’t easy.

Thank God you had Matthew, an agent who worked at the coumpound, he had been in charge of the funeral and since then, he always made sure you were okay, at first it was small talk in the hallways, telling you how sorry he was and asking you how you were feeling, then it was little gifts, he always brought you coffee and gave you a smile when he saw you filling out reports in the briefing room, before you knew it he had become a great friend. His blue eyes and the way he treated you reminded you of Steve, and you knew you were drawn to that sense of familiarity and comfort. Then at that party, he had kissed you and although his kisses were nothing compared to Steve's, you accepted a date with him when he asked you the next day.

"Are you okay? You look distracted" Wanda's thick accent brought you out of your thoughts, you turned to look at her and her eyes were looking at you with concern.

You cleared your throat. "Yeah, I'm fine." You replied avoiding her questioning eyes, taking your necklace between your hand squeezing it. The wedding ring now taking its place on this one and not on your finger. Everyone was in the kitchen; you were sitting at the table peeling an orange and Wanda was next to you. Natasha was next to Bruce making himself a sandwich while Tony was complaining about the coffee grounds they had toss out in the sink, you let out a small chuckle, you knew it had been Sam who was sitting there reading a magazine completely ignoring Tony. Clint was spending the weekend with his family and Bucky was nowhere to be seen.

"I know this may be a difficult day for you" Wanda murmured moving closer to you, making sure no one else could hear. "We completed the mission. We arrested the bastard who..." she sighed "I know that maybe you thought this would bring you relief. But everything gets better with time, believe me I know." She had promised never to read your mind and you knew she had not. You smiled at her, you loved the fact that she knew you so well that she didn't have to use her powers to know what you were thinking.

2 days ago, the mission had been completed, they had found the person responsible for Steve's death and had dismantled the organization, surprised to find that they had some infiltrators right there working in the Compound, people you looked at every day, people who had seen you suffer and they were responsible all this time. You pushed those thoughts out of your mind quickly as you felt rage growing inside you again. You sighed deeply and remembered that Fury was taking care of it. Everything would be okay now.

"So how are things going with Matt?" Natasha asked approaching the table as she munched on her sandwich. Before you could answer, Fury appeared through the kitchen door. You frowned. It was unusual to have a visit from him at this hours of the night.

"Briefing room. Now," was all he said before turning and walking out of the kitchen. The whole team was surprised but followed him without a word. Entering the briefing room, you leaned against the wall in one of the corners waiting for Fury to speak.

"Two years ago we became aware of an existing threat that was harming one of our team. We mistakenly thought it was something minor, it wasn't until a year and a half ago that we discovered it was all part of something bigger and more dangerous. Something highly sensitive that if not handled correctly could harm us and the nation by exposing secrets of our operations."

"We already know that..." Tony began speaking, with one hand on his head, looking exhausted.

"Maria and I came up with a plan that we would put into action once we got the first lead" he interrupted, ignoring Tony's comment. "If we made them believe that they had achieved their goal, we would have an ace up our sleeve when it came to dismantling their organization, which we have done successfully, thanks to the help of this person..." he sighed and looked at the floor "I ask you to please try to understand."

I frowned, just as confused as the whole team.

"What are you talking about, sir?" You let out and he turned to look at you, sighing once more before shaking his head pointing towards the door.

"Hello, Dollface."

Everything happened in slow motion, the room filled with a deafening silence, you turned towards the door directing your gaze to the source of the voice. And if it wasn't for those blue eyes that wouldn't take their eyes off you, You knew you'd pass out right there.

Steve.

He was standing in the doorframe. And he looked different; his hair was longer, his beard covered half of his face and he looked 10 years older, he had dark circles around his eyes as if he hadn't slept since that morning when he had woken up next to you kissing your body. He was wearing a dark blue suit, and Bucky was standing next to him.

Realization fell over you and you felt your stomach sunk. Tears stung your eyes and you couldn't breathe. You walked slowly towards him, not trusting your own legs and planted yourself in front of him, he was like the ghost of the old Steve, only this one was rough around the edges, his eyes looked at you with adoration but also regret. Before he could say a word, you slapped him.

The sound of hand against cheek echoed across the room. Steve didn't seem surprised. Suddenly the whole room was filled with commotion, everyone started talking at the same time, but you couldn't take it anymore, you felt that at any moment you would fall to the floor. So you just walked out of there, but not without giving Bucky a death glare. The bastard knew it all along.

You ran to your room, ignoring the calls of Steve running after you and the commotion of the place. You locked the door to your room and locked yourself in the bathroom, where you couldn't hear Steve knocking on your door over and over again. You looked at yourself in the mirror, you were a mess, the tears wouldn't stop falling even though you didn't feel them and your face was pale, with trembling hands you ripped off the necklace with the ring and threw it on the floor before sitting down on the floor and started crying.

_

It had been a week since Steve had returned, a week that you had been avoiding him, against your better judgment you had gone to Matt's apartment where he had offered you a place to stay, the coumpound being the last place you wanted to be. You felt your body move and perform the simplest of tasks like washing the dishes, folding your clothes or even watching a movie but your mind just wasn't there, you were like a zombie, and it was already starting to affect your relationship with Matt, you knew it wasn't fair to him but you couldn't care in the slightest, not for now. You hated to admit it but you missed Steve, you missed his voice, his laugh, the way he looked at you, his kisses, his touches. And knowing he was so close to you was driving you crazy. But he had betrayed you. He knew it, he knew it all that time and he didn't tell you, he didn't dare to tell you that morning when it was just you and him. He had let you suffer for a year and a half. To hell with the plan, he had broken your heart. The next morning after he came, you had sneaked into Natasha's room and left the necklace with the wedding ring for her to give back to Steve, she tried to talk some sense into you but you had already made up your mind, after that you had left with Matt.

"I like this part, it's when she realizes the alien is with her on the ship" you heard Matt's voice speak, you two were watching a stupid sci-fi movie, your gaze on the screen but you weren't paying attention to it, your mind wandering elsewhere.

"Mmmh."

"And then she befriends the alien."

"Uh-huh."

"And then they move in together and play badminton on Sundays."

"Interesting."

"That's it" he said letting out a sigh before grabbing the remote and turning off the TV, snapping you out of your thoughts. "You're not even listening”.

Guilt wash all over you.

"Sorry, I was just a little distracted that's all." you said quickly.

He turned to look at you and gave you a smile but it didn't reach his blue eyes, which now that you took a good look at him were nothing like Steve's at all. "This isn't going to work, is it?" he finally asked but you knew he already knew the answer.

You sighed and shook your head slowly. He was a sweet boy and deserved better.

"I'm sorry" you said "I don't want you to think I'm just using you to get over Steve, I really like you, it's just... things are really complicated in my life right now" you finally admitted.

"I know" he said wiping away a tear you didn't know had escaped. "I knew from the moment I heard he was back. I can't even imagine what you're going through right now" he murmured.

You gave him a weak smile "I know I haven't been fair to you the last few days and I'm sorry, I know you deserve someone better, a woman who is completely crazy about you, and who will be because you are kind, thoughtful and deserve better than someone who is broken."

"You're not broken," He assure you. "I just think you really miss him and need him, and I'll let you in on a secret...he does too."

"Thank you, Matt." you said before getting up from the couch and grabbing the few things you had brought with you before heading for the door.

"I know this job demands a lot from us but there is nothing you two can't overcome, you are Steve and Y/n after all" he spoke behind you "just give him a chance to explain himself, you both deserve it."

You turned and gave him a small smile before walking out the door.

_

Steve was sitting at the bar, drinking his whiskey even though he knew he couldn't get drunk no matter how much he wanted to. He was twirling your wedding ring between his fingers. Ever since Natasha had given it to him he hadn't been able to take his eyes off it. Everything had gotten out of control. He took one more sip, savoring the burning sensation in his throat when he did, a hand patted his shoulder and he watched as Bucky sat down beside him.

"You're missing the party," he said sipping from his beer.

"Did you know that she's been staying at Matt's apartment these few days?" he blurted out completely ignoring his friend's earlier comment.

Bucky sighed, not quite knowing what to say.

"I remember Matt, I used to train him when he was first recruited, a good guy" he muttered "He can give her the life she deserves".

"Come on dude" bucky snorted "they've been dating for a month, it's not like they're getting married".

"It's not like she can't" Steve said "I'm sure she'll be sending me the divorce papers any minute now".

Bucky gasped.

"Impossible, she's crazy about you." He said continually shaking his head.

"I messed it up with her, Buck" he said finishing his drink before getting up and heading to his room, he was in no mood to party.

He had messed up, that morning he just thought it would be a simple mission and that he would be back that afternoon but then the lead had turned out to be more important than they had thought. Fury had told him the plan but there was no time to think about the pros and cons, they were up against the clock. So decisions were made and as much as it pained him he knew that was the only way to keep her safe, because they would come for her, of that he had no doubt. And he would do anything to protect her. Anything.

_

You could hear the faint sound of music coming from downstairs, the party was in progress as you walked down the empty hallways leading to the bedrooms, relieved that everyone was at the party and didn't see you coming. Matt’s words surrounding your thoughts, maybe what you needed was to hear it from Steve before you could move on with your life. You didn't realize that you had unconsciously made your way to Steve's room until you opened the door and looked inside, the room that for a year had been empty was now occupied by his things. With trembling hands you closed the door behind you and looked at his things, a shirt was on the bed and you couldn't help but pick it up and smell it. God, you had missed him so much.

Tears began to flood your eyes again but you were sick of crying so you left the shirt where it was and sat on the big bed, memories about that morning before he left filling your mind.

"I would do anything to protect you, you know that right?". 

You shook your head at the memory, pushing those thoughts out of your head and placed your head in your hands.

You heard the door to the room being open and you cursed under your breath. You knew you had to face him but you didn't think it would be so soon, he was supposed to be at the party, his party.

You quickly raised your head and watched him walk in, he was wearing a completely black suit, his long hair was perfectly combed back and he still had that beard, he looked like a dream, butterflies erupting in your stomach and you had to take all your willpower not to jump him. There was a lot to talk about.

He had his eyes on the floor but when he looked at you an expression of surprise covered his face. This was the last place he thought you would be. He called your name in surprise and you quickly got out of bed.

"Sneaking out of the party?" you let out a nervous laugh at his intense stare, he hadn't moved a muscle "Come on, Steve. You know that’s not nice."

Several seconds passed and he didn't speak, maybe this was a bad idea, coming to his room was a bad idea. You turned to grab your bag off the bed and get out of there when his voice spoke behind you.

"Can I hold you?" he blurted out, startling you. You turned to look at him, he had his hands shoved in his pockets and looked shy, as if he was sure you would tell him no.

Your heart skipped a beat and you nodded your head slowly. There was a lot to talk about but you missed him more than anything in the world and you needed him. Without you having to repeat it to him, he took long strides to where you were and took you in his arms, pressing you against him, burying his head in your neck and inhaling your scent, making you shiver. You slipped your arms around his neck and shoulders and held on to him, he smelled just like you remember, of his favorite cologne and mint, and now a little whiskey too. You felt tears fill your eyes and you squeeze them shut to keep them from coming out. It felt almost unreal, while he was gone you had dreamed a thousand times of holding him in your arms, you didn't think you would ever be able to feel him again, to hear his jokes, his laughter and the way your name came from his lips. It was all too much.

Just as quickly as he had walked towards you and hugged you, he broke away from you and walked to lean against the wooden door he had entered through, too far away from you for your liking, his gaze fixed on the floor and his hands in his pockets. "I need to say this, and I can't do it if you're too close to me," he let out in a hurried voice and continued, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry for all the hurt I caused you during the time I was away, that morning I didn't know things would end up so badly, but it was worse than we thought and everyone was in danger...you were in danger. And I couldn't let them harm you because of me. There wasn't enough time to think of a better plan than the one Fury had come up with. I promised myself I would tell you I was safe but we realized there were infiltrators here in the building, I knew they would be watching your every move, I would put you in danger if I told you. So I told Bucky to look out for you. I know that it doesn't justify what I put you through but I needed you to know." He sigh closing my eyes. "I understand if you hate me, I know I ruined us and Matt is a great guy, I always knew you deserved someone who didn't have such a complicated life or put you at constant risk but please, I just want you to know... not only am I deeply in love with you, you are my best friend."

You couldn't breathe and you were aware that you were crying again, so without thinking twice, you advanced with a determined step towards him and when he looked up, you took his face with your hands wiping his tears away and planted a kiss, pushing your body to his, you took him by surprise but it only took a second for him to grab you by the hair and get you closer to his mouth. You had missed him so much, and yet it was as if you still knew his lips by heart and he knew yours, both matching perfectly. You let out a small groan as he lowered his hands to your waist and grabbed one of your thighs indicating you to jump, turning you around pushing you to the door, the new angle allowing you to kiss him better since he was much taller than you. After a few seconds you broke away to take a breath of air. You leaned your head back against the door running your fingers through his beard, taking your time to memorize him, he was the same yet so different but you definitely liked it.

"Stop looking at me like that, you're making me weak" he mumble hiding his face in your neck, his beard scratching your bare skin making you shiver and let out a giggle.

"I really like this beard, please don't ever shave it off". You sighed as he gave you little kisses on your neck, tickling you.

"Mmmh."

He planted one last kiss on your neck before you brought your legs to the floor again.

"I think you have something that belongs to me" you whispered as you reached into the small pocket of the black shirt; the small wedding ring. You had felt it when you were kissing him. You took it and placed it back on your finger. Steve looked at you confused but at the same time a full smile appeared on his face. You pressed your forehead to his and placed your hands on his chest.

"Don't leave me like that again, you scared me." You whispered to him.

"I promise I won't, Dollface" he whispered back. You knew there was still a lot to talk about but what you were completely sure of was that Steve Rogers never breaks a promise.

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