Summary: You are having a migraine and Bucky is happy his bionic arm can do something good.
Words: 1k
Warnings: fluff, migraine, dating Bucky, couple kissing
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„Have you seen her today?“ Bucky asked looking for you in the living room.
Yelena shrugs. „Nah, she haven’t been around all day. But I’ve heard Sam talking to Ava about her having a nasty brain thingy.“
„A brain thingy?“ He repeated in confusion and a little alarmed. He’d known that Yelena takes things kinda easy but if y/n had a bullet in her head or something she wouldn’t be this … chill, right?
„Yeah … like the thing that comes when you are stressed. What is it called?“ She takes a big bite out of the apple in her head searching for the right words to describe it. „A migraine!“
„Ah shit. That’s not good.“ Ava takes a sharp inhale in empathy. „Sucks. She must’ve get the real bad ones if she is up there all day. Poor thing.“
With each word Bucky gets more nervous about your wellbeing. He had headaches before and bad ones too, but he’d never knew the difference between that and a real migraine. The only thing he knew was that people told him they were way more painful.
„What do you do to make them go away?“
Ava raised her eyebrows. „Make them go away? Ha. Buck you are just to cute!“ She laughs but Bucky wasn’t in the mood for jokes and his expression made it pretty clear that he wasn’t to be fooled around with right now. „Well, you do nothing. You just let them pass.“
„So she is just at the mercy of time to pass by?“
Yelena chuckles. „Look at you. All worried about your woman.“
A slight warmth creeps up his neck and he could feel his cheeks getting warmer too. „She is not my woman.“
„Aw cut the shit, Barnes.“ Sam walks in with a big cheeky smile. „We all know you are down bad for this girl.“ He pats Bucky on the back. „And the walls are thin, ya know.“
„Alright, alright. Enough“, he pinched the bridge of his nose and sighted in surrender. These people will be the death of him. „So what can I do to help her?“
„Make sure she drinks some water!“ Ava called.
„Turn out all the lights. They hurt.“ Yelena adds rising the apple in acknowledgement.
„And be quiet. Noise is just as painful as light. Especially if it comes from you.“ Sam laughs and gives Bucky another brotherly pat on the shoulder. Bucky flips him off immediately. He had a mission now, so he wouldn’t waste anymore time to talk to this knuckleheads. Bucky wanted to see his girl and make sure you get everything you need.
The door clicked softly behind him. Your room was all dark except for a little gap in the curtains that let a bit of the sunset in. With a few long and soundless steps he made it over to the window and tucked the curtains tightly together to make sure not one inch would let any light in this room.
„Mh… Bucky?“ You whimpered so silent he almost clutched his chest. Your pain was clearly hearable in you voice.
„Yeah it’s me, doll“, he answered careful to not be too loud. „I wanted to check on you. The others told me you got a nasty migraine.“
Bucky stepped over to the big kingsized bed that was a big mess of pillows and different blankets. You curled up in the middle like a lost puppy. It was hard to see anything to clear but he could make out your silhouette. He sat down on the edge of the mattress.
„I got you some water and painkillers just in case. Ava said they don’t work but I though maybe …“
„Can you stay? Please.“ You asked and reached blindly for this bionic arm. „I think I could need that right now.“
„All you want, doll. Of course.“ He didn’t hesitate and kicked his shoes off to snuggle up behind you. His armes opened wide in an invitation for you to hide away between them. But you had something different in mind.
„Give me your hand“, you demanded weak. He obeyed without question and reached out his right hand. „No the other one, please.“
„What for?“ Bucky asked in confusion but still did as you told him.
You took his bionic hand in yours and laid it on your forehead. A silent sigh of relief left your mouth. „That’s nice. God i feel like I’m burning up. You have no idea how much i needed you right now.“
Bucky chuckles softly. „If that’s what you want, doll, then I am always at your service.“ He places a soft kiss on your cheek while gently massaging your temples and offering you the much needed cooldown. „I’d do anything for you.“
„Anything you say?“ You ask with a smile in your voice.
„Just say a word and you got it.“
„Kiss me, please.“
„Would that make the pain go away?“ Bucky asks amused and pushed himself up on one elbow.
You slightly turned your head in his direction. All you could see was his pretty face in the darkness, only touched by the minimal light behind the curtain. „No but it would me help forget it. So will you help me forget?“, you ask sweetly.
„Yes ma’am.“
You could feel his lips touching yours and this time Bucky was the one who sighted in relief. Gently tasting you as if you were the only thing important in this world right now. His cool bionic hand never looses the contact to your skin, worshipping you, protecting you from any harm. And it really worked. The headache slips almost completely in the background of your consciousness. There is only Bucky and his lips on yours. His warm hand on the side of your hip, gently pulling you closer to him. You let your hands wander up his muscled arms, over his strong shoulders and find his defined back. He let himself sink more on to you, followed the pressure of your hands pulling him down to you.
Bucky pulled away, leaving the two of you a little out of breath. „Did you forget the pain already?“ He asked with a husky voice.
„You’re a very good kisser.“
„That’s too much of praise. I would not say that my mouth can magically heal a migraine“, Bucky shakes his head with a little smile. „You should rest now. For real this time.“
You sighted in surrender. „Fine. You’re probably right. But you will still stay with me… right?“
Bucky placed a little kiss on the tip of your nose. „I wouldn’t leave you even if my life depended on it.“
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Thanks for reading! 💙 All interactions are highly appreciated! (Please don’t copy my work)
warnings: panic attacks, fear in the general sense, torture, pain, crying, blood, bruises, mentions of eating and throwing up, keir is an ass, protective cassian
a/n: okay so i got insanely carried away with this one. i ended up getting really into the dynamic of the reader being rhys’s sister, so i kept writing scenes with them. also i’m open to requests for cassian and azriel, whatever they may be. i tend to write hurt/comfort, which i love doing, but please let me know if you would like to see anything else, or something more in this trope! also, if you would like to be added to a cassian tag list, i would be more than happy to add anyone! i hope you all enjoy, and thank you so so much for the support <3
within the inner circle, you were known as the rock. you were the light everyone turned to in the times of darkness, the sunshine on the rainy days.
when rhys was taken from your small group of friends who became family, you were the one who held everyone together. you never questioned if he would return, rather you reminded the others it was indefinite. he would make it back home, any day now.
you held cassian as he sobbed, you listened to azriel talk it out. you picked mor up from the clubs when she couldn’t cope without alcohol, and you sat with amren in painful silence as she processed her feelings.
no one asked after you besides cassian, though his reaction was delayed. he, along with the others, were so caught up in their feelings that they didn’t take a moment to think that the one keeping them together might be falling apart as well.
it was early in the morning, and he had been thinking of rhys again, and he tried to remember what you told him when he felt a wave of panic begin to come over him. “take a deep breathe, and remember the good,” you would say, “i promise there will be more good with him.”
moments later, it dawned on cassian that you might need help too, and he nearly leapt from his bed to find you. he felt some tugging, like he knew that wherever you were, you needed him, and quickly. how had he been so stupid to not check up on you? you, who had held him as he wept, who had been the rock of your little family.
the rock was crumbling, eroding and turning to sand. when cassian reached your room, it was like he could hear you breaking. he knocked with urgency, knowing he needed to be in there before you got too deep into your own mind, as he knew you could. you used to tend to overthink, and he feared the same thing would be happening now. based on those sounds from the other side of the door, he knew it was worse than he had ever witnessed.
“y/n/n, let me in,” cassian said, trying to keep his breaking voice steady. you couldn’t hear him, it was as if your senses were blocked. all cassian could hear was your breathing become more and more labored.
“i’m coming in,” he said as a warning, though he knew that since you hadn’t responded, you probably couldn’t hear him. he pushed on the door, breaking in with his sheer strength, and the sight before him made his heart beat erratically, full of nerves.
he’d seen you nervous and paranoid before, but he’d never seen you looking so helpless and small. you were on the floor on the far side of your bed, pushed into the corner. you were mumbling to yourself, audible grunts and groans slipping from your mouth. your head was between your knees as your whole body seemed to be shaking.
cassian moved quickly, not aware that his swift and hard footsteps would cause a reaction. your head snapped up rapidly as you tried to move yourself farther into the wall, whimpering like an injured animal. he saw your timid movements and stopped where he stood.
“hey, hey, y/n it’s just me,” cassian said, and you shook your head, like you didn’t want to know. “shh it’s okay, you’re okay,” he said softly. he couldn’t get over how scared you looked.
once again, he approached, and you just quivered where you sat. he knelt in front of you, slowly taking your face in his hands, allowing you time to move if you were uncomfortable.
when you didn’t shy away, he cupped your face in his hands and wiped away a few tears. your body, primarily your hands, were still shaking. cassian looked you in the eye, very gently saying, “what’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”
you didn’t answer for a minute, staring anywhere but his eyes. he grabbed your hands, trying to put an end to the shaking. he rubbed them softly, hoping maybe he could calm you, just a little.
you finally spoke lip quivering and voice weak, “i’m sorry, did i wake you?” cassian was a bit taken aback by your question. here you were, in shambles in the corner of your room, shaking right in front of him and your very first thought was “am i causing a problem?”
“y/n, no honey. you didn’t do anything, nothing at all i just need to make sure you are okay. can you tell me what’s going on?” cassian spoke, speaking to you in a hushed tone. he didn’t want his normally booming voice to overwhelm you while you were in an obviously fragile state.
“sorry,” you mumbled. once again, cassian was stunned. “what do you have to be sorry for? it’s okay, y/n, you didn’t do anything,” he said.
your initial state of panic had started to wear thin, and now all you could think of was how embarrassing this was. cassian, the male you had been in love with for years, had just seen you scared as a child in the dark.
he met your eyes once again, and moved in closer, pulling you to his chest. he wrapped his large wings around the rest of your body, protecting you from the outside world.
he whispered in your ears, “if you don’t tell me what’s shaken you, honey, i can’t help you.” and that’s what broke you down. he wanted to help you. you started crying into his chest, which cassian welcomed, stroking your back.
“i’ve got you, i’ve got you,” he said. you let your emotions run dry, until you couldn’t produce any more tears. “i-i-,” you started, but couldn’t spit it out.
cassian knew it took a lot to get you to this point, to get you speechless, so he was patient with you. he did his best to let you express your emotions, considering he had never see you so distraught and he didn’t know the best way to help you.
“i’m scared,” you said, though barely audible. cassian heard, though, he heard you utter those two words he never thought he’d hear leave your mouth.
he kissed the top of your forehead, pondering what could cause you to be in such disarray, but he only came to one conclusion. “is this about rhys?” he said, and he knew the answer before the question even left his mouth. he was your brother, of course you were scared.
you nodded, “i just- he can’t be gone, cass. i still need him,” you said, eyes watering up again. cassian just listened, knowing you needed to let this out, hell you probably needed to let this out long before now.
“he’s not gone, y/n, i know he isn’t,” cassian said. he was internally beating himself up. how the hell did he not see you suffering, like this? how didn’t he assume, for cauldron’s sake you were his little sister.
“but-but he could be, or he could come back and not be our rhys at all,” you continued, letting all your fears off your chest. cassian was having a hard time too, he didn’t know the answers to these questions, he didn’t know the right thing to say when you were feeling like this. hell, you were the one he would go to in situations like this.
“then we will remind him who he is, who we are,” he said with confidence he didn’t feel, but right now you needed it, needed him. you nodded again into his chest, then lifted your head.
“i’m afraid cassian, i’m so damn afraid,” you said, not knowing how else to convey how you felt. “i know, y/n, i know. but i swear to you, you’ll make it through,” he said.
he took a private oath at that moment, that he would never again see you this afraid. he vowed that he would look after you so well, it would never get this bad again.
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for over fifty years, cassian kept that oath. while rhys was away, he never left your side. he was basically attached at your hip, in fear that the moment he left you alone, he would have to see you cowering in fear again. the idea of that was simply unacceptable, he refused to see you so scared.
the day that rhys came home was an emotional whirlwind for everyone. when he winnowed into the townhouse, he shouted your name. you could hardly believe what you were hearing, denying the possibility it could be him.
“y/n!” rhys shouted again. you sprung from your bed and turned to cassian, who was sitting in the chair in the corner of your room. his eyes were wide, disbelief flooding his features.
within a flash, you were scrambling to the door, running into it on accident in all the excitement. when you finally opened it, you bounded down the steps. when you eventually reached the living room, you saw him. there, stood in the middle of the living room, was your brother, rhysand.
your eyes flooded with tears as you leapt into his arms. he hardly had the reaction time to catch you and the force of the hug nearly knocked him clear over. cassian stood at the bottom of the stairs in absolute confusion and awe. because there was rhys, his best friend, home where he belonged.
the sobs that left your mouth were loud, your whole body shaking against rhys. “i’m home now, i’m here y/n. i’m not going anywhere,” he whispered. your loud cries caused the others to seek you out, and when they saw the scene before them, they quickly understood your reaction.
rhys smiled, pulling you off his chest and wiping a tear from your face, “i’ve missed you,” he said. you smiled up at him, you missed this, missed your family.
soon enough, cassian was crushing rhys in a tight hug, followed by azriel. now it was your turn to watch as the best friends who were closer to brothers hugged and reunited again.
that night, you dined with your entire family for the first time in fifty years. you felt whole once again with all of you together. though you could tell rhysand had been through a lot (what exactly happened, he hadn’t yet disclosed), he still found a way to ask about you. he asked all about what you had been doing, how his duties were fulfilled in his absence, anything new or exciting that happened in velaris. you were mesmerized by your brother’s resilience, how he could so easily seem unaffected.
when dinner came to a close, azriel, mor, and amren all retired to their rooms, while you sat with rhys. cassian didn’t move, which was to be expected, at least in your mind. he never left you alone for long, and you loved it. though sometimes it could make you feel claustrophobic, you enjoyed having his company most of the time, and he made you feel safe.
rhys gave you a look, one that said “i would like to speak alone.” you nodded at him, almost forgetting cassian was still there because his presence was such a constant. eventually, rhys gave up on the idea of cassian leaving, and proceeded with conversation.
“y/n, i’m afraid i have some bad news,” rhys said, and you began to panic. bad news? what could be so bad right now? he was home, safe again. nonetheless, you said, “what’s going on?”
“keir hasn’t been missing me and is running a muck in the court of nightmares. he needs to remember who is in charge,” rhys said, but continued, “and i need you to remind him.”
with that your, face fell. why the hell would rhys want you to do that when everyone so easily and compliantly followed him. “um.. i- i guess i can, but i just don’t understand why you can’t,” you said to your brother, turning to see cassian equally as confused.
“because they need to know it’s not just me they should be following, they need to follow you too, the whole high court really. after all, gods forbid something happens to me again, something i don’t come back from, you are their leader. you need to show them you can be,” rhys said, and you still couldn’t grasp why now? why hadn’t he made you do this before?
he could practically hear your thoughts, and responded, “i’m home now, y/n, yes. but what if i wasn’t? what if something had really gone wrong? would they have listened to you, or turned hewn city against all of the rest of the court. i need to see you put your foot down, y/n, show them the strong leader we all know you are,” he said.
you nodded, understanding a little clearer now. this wasn’t just about you, it was about keeping his court safe in the event of another untimely disaster. you got that, he wanted to know that push come to shove, his people would be well taken care of.
“okay,” you said, “i’ll go.” rhys gave you a grin, a grin you had come to miss so much over the years without him, a grin that reminded you of trips to the sweet shop in velaris you took as children, of sneaking out and going to rita’s with cassian and azriel as teens.
“great, you’ll leave tomorrow at dawn-“ rhys was saying but was quickly interrupted by cassian, who had been silently brooding this whole conversation. “i don’t think so,” cassian said, to which rhys raised his eyebrows.
“you don’t think so?” rhys quipped back, almost amused by cassian’s interruption. rhysand was many things, but he sure as hell wasn’t blind. he knew that cassian was in love with you, he’d known since you were kids and cassian protected you from some nasty illyrians by wrapping his wings around you. he’d taken a rock to the wing for you, which was nothing to scoff at.
while rhys was under the mountain, the only peace he had was knowing cassian was fiercely protective of you. he knew you were in good hands.
“rhys are you crazy? sending her into keir so exposed! you know how insane he is!” cassian shouted, his protectiveness over you really coming out. rhys looked over to you and saw you staring cassian in the eye, like you were trying to communicate to him to calm down.
somehow, cassian understood what you were trying to say, and took a breath before continuing his argument. “i don’t like it rhys. i don’t want her going in there without us,” he said.
and all of the pieces fell right into place for rhysand. what he once assumed a crush was much more than that. the protectiveness cassian had for you, the communicating the pair of you did without speaking at all, the longing looks he had seen and the feeling of love he sensed. you two were mates, he concluded, then wondered how long it would take for you to admit it to each other.
“you can go with her, cass, but you’ll have to wait outside city limits, she needs to go in alone,” rhys said, eyes flitting between the two of you. “but-“ cassian started to argue. rhys cut him short, “but nothing, you will leave at dawn tomorrow, that’s final.”
you smiled, standing to give your brother a hug. “i’m glad you’re home,” you said, “i’m going to bed so i can be ready for tomorrow. sleep well, rhys. i’ll see you soon.” rhys placed a loving kiss on the top of your head, and you left the kitchen.
cassian didn’t follow immediately, choosing to stay back with rhysand and chat. “how long have you known?” rhys asked cassian, and he knew exactly what rhys, was talking about, though he didn’t care to admit it.
“i’m not sure i know what you mean,” cassian said, and rhys smiled again at his friend’s avoidance. “don’t play stupid, cass, i can see it in your eyes. and can you be anymore obvious? you don’t leave her side for cauldron’s sake!” rhys exclaimed with amusement.
“you don’t know rhys,” cassian said. “there’s a reason i don’t leave her side. you didn’t see her the way i did after she left, you didn’t see her shaking in the corner of her room,” cassian continued, “so you’re right. i don’t leave her side because i can’t let that happen to her again, at least without me being there i can’t.”
“i’m sorry-“ rhys started, “there’s nothing to be sorry for, okay? you didn’t do anything. i just need to keep her safe, and you’re right. i know why i feel that need to do so, and i’m pretty sure y/n might know too, but it wasn’t the right time to address it. we couldn’t talk about it with you being gone, it just didn’t feel right,” cassian said.
rhys nodded, “okay, cass, it’s alright. and thank you, for keeping her safe. it feels good to know you always had an eye on her.” cassian mumbled a “you’re welcome.”
“you should go to bed, cassian, you have a long day of work ahead of you tomorrow,” rhys said. cassian nodded and hugged him once more before retiring for the evening.
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the next morning you woke up early, feeling nervous about your assignment. not only did you not want to fail your brother, but you were scared of the court of nightmares. you knew how awful keir had been to mor, to your brother and friends too.
you walked downstairs and into the kitchen for a light breakfast. at the table, you saw cassian and rhys sitting and chatting, even smiling a little.
when they noticed your presence, cassian perked straight up. “morning y/n,” he said with a smile and you smiled back. how could you not when he smiled at you like a child?
“how are you feeling?” rhys asked as you grabbed an apple, not wanting to eat too much before the big show.
you shrugged, “alright, i guess. i just want to get it over with.” both boys nodded and looked to each other as you bit into the apple.
“remember y/n, you’re going in alone. cassian will be waiting outside city limits, okay? it shouldn’t take you more than two hours to discuss with keir and explain to him his behavior is unacceptable. be sure to remind him of the consequences, should he not listen to you,” rhysand said, to which you nodded.
“and one more thing,” he said, “don’t mention i’m home. for this to work, for him to fear you the way he should, you need to show him that you are strong by yourself, without me and the boys behind you.”
“okay, i promise,” you said. rhys and cassian both looked a bit nervous, but they tried not to show it. “you are strong, y/n, i know you can do this,” cassian added, to which rhys agreed.
“you better get going then,” rhys said to the two of you. you hugged him tightly as a goodbye, then walked out of the kitchen and out the front door to wait for cassian, as he would be flying you.
cassian and rhys remained in the kitchen, when rhys said, “if something goes wrong, shout for me, please. i need her to be okay. she needs to go, but that doesn’t mean i want to put her in this danger.”
cassian agreed, he didn’t want to put you in this danger either, but he knew rhys was making the right choice for the court. “i will do everything i can,” cassian said, and walked out as well, to fly you away.
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not thirty minutes later, you arrived on the border of hewn city. the ride was smooth, as it always was when you flew in cassian’s arms. however, you had this sinking feeling inside of you, a feeling that something was going to go terribly wrong.
cassian set you on the ground gently, and took a look over your appearance. he could visibly see your nerves in your scrunched nose and less than steady hands. “it’s going to be okay, y/n,” he said, picking up your hands.
you smiled and looked him in the eyes, saying, “i know, it’ll be fine.” you didn’t know what else to say, considering you didn’t believe it was going to be fine, so you said, “i’ll show them who is boss,” with a grin.
“that’s my girl,” cassian said back. your heart fluttered at that, he thought your were his. “but, y/n/n, at the first sign of danger, i want you to get out of there. meet me back here. more than anything, i need you to be safe,” he said with conviction.
“i promise,” you said, and then you gently kissed him on the cheek. it was a kiss that couldn’t be shared between friends for it was too soft and dainty. it was a kiss that could only be shared between those who loved each other deeply. cassian’s cheeks blushed a pretty pink, smiling at you as you turned and walked into the court of nightmares.
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you reached the gates of the palace, where guards roughly grabbed your arms to bring you inside. this had to be your first show of power, you had to demand them to release you and lead you to keir.
you made an attempt to get out of their hold. “let me go at once,” you said firmly, and though their grasp loosened, they didn’t let go.
“i am the sister of rhysand, high lord of the night court, and you will do as i say,” you attempted to order, and the male guards only snickered.
“we don’t give a shit who you are to the high lord, you aren’t him,” one of the guards said. that was your first sign that you should run.
“keir is going to be thrilled,” one of the other guards said, and you felt your stomach drop. this wasn’t good, you were screwed.
you reached the throne room, and there sat keir, looking sinister as always. he gave you a disgusting grin as you were presented before him. “what a surprise. little y/n, come to play ball with the big boys,” he said mockingly.
“keir, we need to speak of the mockery you have created of your jurisdiction. this city is a disaster, and you will do well to fix it immediately,” you spoke, trying not to appear afraid, though you never did have a good poker face.
“or what, princess, hmm? what are you going to do without your big brother?” he said, and you couldn’t help but feel embarrassed.
“i do not need rhysand to strip you of your power,” you said. “i can easily replace you if you do not behave in compliance with the orders of your high court,” you continued, though he didn’t seem to believe you, instead he laughed.
“we will see about that,” he said, “take her to the room,” keir said, a dark look passed over his face, one that was enough to make you quiver in fear. this was your second clue that you needed to get back, get back to cassian before this got bad.
and oh, did it get bad. his guards gripped your arms harder, and when you demanded to be released, they simply dragged you along, as if you were just a toy, not a real being.
you reached the room keir had mentioned and worry flooded you. it only took one look around to know what kind of room this was, and it only took you a moment to realize you needed to escape, and quick.
he brought you to a room similar to the ones where azriel did his work with truth teller. a room where you had never been before, and thank the gods for it. but now that you were, you were terrified.
the guards dropped you to ground like rag doll, and you quickly scooted to the corner of the room, which in hindsight, probably was not the brightest idea. because when keir entered moments later and asked all of the guards to leave him, he already had you right where he wanted you.
“so y/n,” he said, “nice room, isn’t it?” you couldn’t believe how he was mocking you right now, but you were so scared all you let out were pathetic whimpers. “oh don’t worry, if you listen, and do what i ask, none of these blades will touch that soft skin of yours,” he said.
keir was power hungry, and he felt so strong with you completely at his mercy. “let’s start with the easy questions. why are you here?” he said, and you didn’t respond. you wouldn’t break, not for him.
“cmon dear, don’t make this harder than it needs to be,” he said, keeping his distance, but you could tell he was getting impatient. when you didn’t answer, he picked up a sharpened blade and stormed toward you. he held it to your neck, saying, “do you need a little motivation to tell me what’s going on?”
his smile was evil, pure devil visible in his teeth. but when you didn’t answer, he took matters into his own hands. “very well then,” he said, and slashed you right above the collar bone. you cried out in pain, lunging to get away from him. you couldn’t make it though, he pushed you right back into the corner.
tears flowed down your face as he said, “i wasn’t joking about using my resources, i’ll do what it takes to get the answers i want.” he dropped the blade and lifted your chin so you would be forced to meet his eyes.
“such a pretty face, it would be a real shame if something happened to it,” he said while caressing your cheeks and you whimpered again. you were scared, so scared of what was to come. your mind was a mess, jumping from thought to thought, like “would rhys find me?” and then too, “what if i die before he does?” your mind went to cassian, wondering, “will he know how i felt, even if i’m gone?”
you were snapped out of your thoughts as you heard keir speak again. “it’s okay if you don’t tell me why you’re here just yet. but i want to hear about rhysand. where has he been, y/n? i must know,” he whispered, his face too close to yours.
“i don’t know what you are talking about,” you said, using all the fighting strength you had left to answer that question.
he sneered, “oh i think you do.” when he slid sharp pieces of metal over his knuckles, you began to panic. he spoke again saying, “if i were you, i’d tell me everything you know about him and his whereabouts these past fifty years, or you won’t like what comes next.”
you shook your head. you weren’t going to let keir scare you, no matter the consequence. you were going to make rhys proud, you weren’t going to fold and give him what he wanted, even if it meant not making it back to your family.
“well if you insist,” keir said, and punched you straight across the face. you could feel the metal puncture your skin, the blood dripping down it fast. you could feel your face pulsing, and you knew it would swell instantly. “it’s going to be a long morning for you miss y/n,” he said with a disgusting smile.
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all morning cassian had been scared for your safety. but his nerves worsened the further you got from the two hour window rhys had said would be the maximum amount of time needed to smooth things over in hewn city.
two hours and fifteen minutes in, he began pacing. he had this feeling, this feeling he couldn’t describe, but he knew it wasn’t a good one. it felt like something was calling him, like he needed to get inside the city as soon as he could.
but he did as rhys said, and stood on the outskirts. he had waited another half hour before he started to think about all of the things that could have gone wrong. his mind flooded with vile images of you, images that he hoped he would never witness, ones that would stay in the back of his mind forever.
when it had been three hours and thirty minutes of him waiting while you were in the city alone, he sent a message down to rhys. “no word from y/n/n yet, and i’m getting nervous. what should i do?” cassian said.
rhys answered immediately, saying, “wait another half hour. if you have no word by then, go into the palace and see what’s going on. i’m sure it’s okay, just running a bit long.”
cassian nodded, “okay,” he said. he trusted rhysand’s judgement, though he still felt something was wrong.
he should have listened to his gut.
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you had lost all sense of time. for a while, keir had slapped you silly with metal on his knuckles. you had begged and pleaded for him to stop, but he wouldn’t let up on it.
then, he had switched over to his blade again, cutting away pieces of your clothing to humiliate you, and leaving cuts that were oozing with blood. you had kicked and screamed when he used the blade. there was nothing that hurt worse than having your skin cut open, you thought.
then, he was back to abusing your body with his own. he kicked your stomach, breaking you ribs as you doubled over, coughing up blood.
“please,” you begged, “please stop.” he only laughed in your face, saying, “i told you the terms of the end of punishment. you must give me the answers i’m looking for, and if you refuse, i’ll continue,” he said smuggly.
at this point, you were begging to pass out. you were scared to be conscious any longer, you were scared that you would give him what he wanted and rhys would be disappointed. you couldn’t do it anymore, your skin was a mess of bruises and blood, and you couldn’t even open your right eye as it was swollen shut. the blood was soaked through your hair and the ripped pants and top you still wore. your body was shaking from the strain of staying alert, and that’s how cassian found you.
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the second he reached the fourth hour of waiting, cassian flew directly into the city, over palace security gates, and right to the front door.
he pounded on the door, and after a few moments, when there was no answer, he used his strength to push through it. he found no guards, no people at all in the main entrance of the palace, which he thought was very peculiar.
what he did hear, however, shook him to his core. he heard blood-curdling screams coming from the hall to his left, and he took off in a sprint in the direction of the screams.
“no! no!” he heard as he approached closer to the door. and it was his worst nightmare come true when he realized it was your voice.
he didn’t know what to do with himself. he couldn’t believe he had let you be alone in this hell for four hours while you were only supposed to be gone for two. he was angry, so angry with not just himself, but whoever was hurting you. and he had a bad, bad feeling he knew who it was.
cassian did know one thing, he knew he had to be calm for you when he got in there. he didn’t know how long this had been happening for, but he did know that you didn’t need someone to scare you more than you already were, you needed someone to rescue you.
when he blasted through the door with his siphons, he thought he was going to throw up. because sitting there, barely recognizable, covered in blood and bruises and vomit, was his y/n, shaking and crying, screaming and pleading no.
you didn’t even realize that keir had stopped touching you the second cassian entered the room, hell you didn’t even realize cassian had entered the room. you just kept whimpering “no, no,” over and over.
“what the hell did you do to her?” cassian growled out in a low tone, as not to scare you with his loud voice.
“i needed some answers,” keir said, “and this pretty little thing wasn’t giving in. you should be proud, general, she didn’t reveal anything this whole time, and we’ve been going at it for quite some time.”
cassian was filled with rage. it had been the whole four hours, and had he listened to the voice in his head telling him to find you, he could have saved you two hours or more of unnecessary pain. “don’t fucking talk about her like that,” he said defensively of you.
“poor thing was begging for mercy, but what kind of ruler would i be if i listened to those pleads for relief when i needed information?” keir said with a grin, knowing this was getting to cassian.
it took everything inside cassian not to blast him into oblivion, to take one of the bloodied blades off the ground and stab him through the heart, but he knew he couldn’t do that right now in front of you. you were shaking, so small and afraid looking that he couldn’t bare the thought of you seeing him doing something so cruel.
cassian shifted to move in front of you, wings guarding your body from keir’s gaze. “don’t even think about touching her again,” cassian said.
“oh i’m not. you can take her, she’s worth nothing to me now. probably doesn’t even remember her own name,” he sneered out.
“but cassian? know that i will figure out what happened to rhysand, and know that i will not stop running my city how i please.”
with that, keir left the room. you were still hidden behind cassian’s wings, but he could hear you whining, he could practically feel you shaking. he slowly turned around, and just like all those years before, he knelt in front of you. he remembered what he promised himself, and was so disappointed that he broke his oath. he had seen you terrified again. the first time he left your side for longer than an hour and a half in fifty years, and here you are, cowering in a corner.
your sounds were breaking his heart. he slowly removed your hands from your face. you pushed yourself farther in the corner and cassian sat back on his heels to let you have a minute.
seeing your face so bloodied and bruised and knowing the pain behind it made cassian want to rewind time and put himself in your place. but he couldn’t do that, all he could do was move forward and give you the help you needed.
“hey y/n, it’s just me, just cassian,” he said softly, showing you his hands. you shook your head, repeating, “please don’t,” to him.
“i’m not going to touch you, honey, i’m not going to hurt you. but i do need to take you home,” he said softly. you continued to whimper when you looked at him. then, his heart shattered when you mumbled “cass?”
“yeah, y/n, it’s me. i’m going to take you back to rhys, okay?” he said so sweetly. you scrambled into his arms when you realized it was him, your cassian. he was here to hold you, he was always here.
when you made it to his arms, you pushed yourself into him, hiding your head in his neck. then, the first cry left your mouth, “cassian,” you let out, tears running down your face.
“i’m here, honey, i’ve got you now, you’re safe with me,” he said, rubbing up and down your back. when he pulled his hand off, there was blood on it.
as much as he wanted to let you stay in his arms, as much as he wanted to hold you until you cried all of your tears, you were bleeding and injured. rhys would have his head if he didn’t get you back immediately.
“we need to leave, y/n, so i’m going to pick you up and fly us out of here,” he said calmly, trying to keep this facade up for your sake when deep down his mind was screaming at him so many different things. to panic, to run, to scream, to kill those who hurt you.
you nodded into his chest as he got up and quickly walked out of the room. he ran through the halls and out of the palace into the stale air of late fall.
as he took off, you muttered, “i’m scared.” cassian heard you and pushed the hair from your face as he was flying.
“it’s okay, y/n, i’m going to take good care of you,” he said. and finally, after hours of ruthless pain and torture, the altitude and blood loss were enough to knock you out.
when cassian felt you go limp, he panicked. “rhys!” he shouted to his friend through his mind, “it’s bad rhys, it’s really bad. get madja, and get her room ready,” cassian said.
rhysand panicked, responding, “oh shit, okay. i’ll get everything together. fly safe cassian, bring her back as safe as you can.”
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cassian did as he was told and brought you home, barreling through the door and into the living room where everyone was waiting.
mor gasped as she saw your unconscious frame and azriel’s shadows curled around him. rhysand stayed silent as madja muttered, “this way.”
cassian carried you to your room, rhys behind him. just as he went to set you on the bed, you began thrashing in his arms, screaming, “no! stop!” it was as if you were awake, but not aware of where you were.
“shhh y/n, it’s me. i’ve got you, i’ve got you,” he said, and you opened your eyes as well as you could. “cass,” you said, voice breaking. he nodded his head and you continued, “are we home?”
“yes honey, we’re home,” he said. rhys came into view and he looked at you, and said, “you made it y/n.”
you gave him a faint smile before you cuddled into cassian. cassian looked to madja who motioned for him to sit on the bed. he sat on the bed, holding you against his chest when madja looked to him, asking for him to explain what was happening. she knew how disoriented you were, how right now, cassian was the only thing that made you feel safe.
“okay, y/n, madja’s going to help you out now, get you cleaned up,” cassian said, trying to warn you for what was to come. you shook your head, and asked him, “can you do it?”
he gave you a sad smile and said, “i don’t think that’s a good idea, madja is really good at her job. and i’ll hold you the whole time,” he said.
you supposed he was right, and nodded your head. that didn’t help the pain that came with the alcohol she used the clean your many gashes. you bucked up into cassian’s grasp and he brushed the hair from your forehead, hold the top of your head and leaning to whisper, “relax, honey. i know it hurts, but i’ve got you.”
rhys stood and watched as madja cared for you and cassian did his best to hold you still and keep you comfortable. he was wracked with guilt for all of it. he never should’ve sent you alone and never should’ve asked cassian to wait. if he could’ve saved you from just a little of the pain you were feeling now…
he could hardly stand to look at you, his little sister, so weak and broken. it was hard to look at cassian too, who looked on the verge of tears every time you cried out in pain as madja attempted to heal you.
it was a mercy when you passed out again, this time from sheer exhaustion. madja left promptly, as she was done with her work. as she was leaving the room, she said, “she’s going to be just fine.” rhys nodded a thanks.
cassian didn’t make a move to leave. he let you lay in his arms and rest. rhys looked at the two of them and said, “i can’t believe he did this to her. i’m going to fucking kill him.”
cassian nodded, asking, “could i have the pleasure?” with a smirk. rhys knew how much self control it had to have taken for cassian not to kill him right then and there. you were his mate, and someone had hurt you. he had to fight against all of his biological urges.
“thank you for getting her here safe,” rhys said. cassian nodded, “anything for her.” he smiled down at you sadly, looking at all of the scars and stitches and bruises that littered your body.
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when you woke hours later, you were still in cassian’s arms. rhys had long since left you room, but cassian stayed.
he must’ve felt you shift or heard you groan because he said quickly, “how are you feeling?”
you groaned again, “like shit.” he chuckled, as did you until he started again. “y/n you were… you were so scared. i can’t - i can’t see you like that again,” cassian let out with a serious tone.
“i’m sorry i didn’t-“ “no!” cassian interrupted, “please don’t apologize you didn’t do anything wrong i just… remember all those years ago, a few days after rhys left, and i came into your room and i saw you so afraid? well that day i promised myself i’d do everything i could to make sure you never felt like that again, that i never had to see you like that again.
“but i broke that promise. i let you go for the first time in fifty years and i come back to find you shaking with blood covering every inch of your body and i- i…” he stopped, breathing becoming labored.
“breathe cassian,” you said, seeing how worked up he was getting.
“you, y/n, you are it for me. you are the stars to my sky, the flowing water to my riverbank. you complete every part of me, and when i see you like that… it’s painful to see you so afraid. it physically hurts me,” he said, letting it all out.
“and i think you know what this all means. and i think you feel like this too, and i know this is bad timing but i can’t do it anymore. i can’t see you like that again, and i need to do everything i can to protect you from it. so i’m asking you now, as you’re lying in my arms, probably in an unbelievable amount of pain will you please, please let me keep you safe? will you let me guard your body, heart, and mind from those who can hurt you?” he asked.
you nodded, taking in all that he said. “please cassian,” you said, and that was all he needed to hear. his mouth was on yours in an instant, pressing you to him quickly, like he couldn’t wait another minute.
he could taste the tang of blood from your mouth, could smell it all over your body too, but he he couldn’t care less. he finally had you, safe in his arms.
it wasn’t always easy. what keir did to you stayed a part of you for a long, long time. it woke you up at night with terrors. you’d scream so loud that cassian would have to rock you in his arms to get you back to sleep, but he didn’t mind. he wanted to protect you, and he swore he would do so forever more. he wouldn’t let anything happen to cause you to be so afraid ever again.
You’ve been married to your alcoholic husband for 5 years. The only thing that’s really gotten you through it is your stubbornness and your best friend and kinda sorta boss, Bucky. When your husband’s casual emotional abuse transitions into something more sinister, you’re forced to make a difficult choice. The thing is…it might already be too late.
***18+ PLEASE READ WARNINGS FOR POTENTIAL TRIGGERS***
Dance with the Devil (Part 1 of the Fire and Fury trilogy)
Broken (Part 2 of the Fire and Fury trilogy)
Fire and Fury (Part 3 of the Fire and Fury trilogy)
It’s results day for uni tomorrow and I find out what I’m graduating with and I have no idea whether it’s gonna be a 2:1 which I’d really like or a 2:2 which feels like a failure or laziness to me and idk if I’ll get a job with it and don’t even get me started on how my family will treat me because everyone else in the fam have graduated with 1sts or 2:1’s and my grandma already treats me like I’m not as good as my cousins
on an unrelated note I have an urge to cut again but I’d feel bad because it’s been nearly 550 days since the last time and it’s basically summer and I now wear shorts so yknow everything’s fine
You know what sweetheart, it’s gonna be fine :) 3 years go by so quickly and I’m proud of you for eventually not cutting!! You didn’t do it for another year after this post so be heckin proud!!
Yeah uni was really hard but you worked your arse off during that time and even though you might not speak to some of your uni friends anymore, the ones who matter to you will stay in touch ❤️ well done on your 2:1 🥳🥳
You do get a job but then have a chat with the second temp job manager who basically says “if you’ve got a degree that’s all they care about” they literally do not care what grade or field your degree has, as long as you have one. I’m yet to find out why they don’t care but basically, I think they think you’re really smart - which you are!!
You wouldn’t have ended up being a failure anyway because if you knew the way Cameron ended up you’d be super proud that you never got into a drunken state like he did, or treat your mum and dad like they were shit. Anyways, grandma still probably compared you to your cousin’s but you learn not to care anymore. She’s gonna do it anyway, and when granddad was on his way out it was always your cousin who was in the good books anyway
Also!! You finally dump that knobhead of a boyfriend Owain because he treat you like utter shite the year after this post, never feel like you weren’t enough for him because you didn’t have a sexual relationship. I know everyone says this, but shit does get better. You find an amazing bloke (on tinder of all places!) Who shares the same distaste in sex as much as you do, and he’s such a gentleman, not your usual type but so much better for it.
So yeah! Also, don’t apologise for the tears that come when you find out you’ve got a 2:1, you fuckin deserve to cry ❤️ I’m so so proud of you bae, have a fuckin party 🥳🥳🥳
So much to unpack! So as with all life stuff, things change - for good or for worse but look! You're still living!! I'm so incredibly proud of you for everything you've achieved!
That "gentleman" you met in 2022 was nothing but a waste of air. I should've seen the red flags from the time he moved into the flat, but we all wear the rose tinted glasses until it's too late but I forgive you 💜 we went through a lot of shit after he broke it off in 2024, even tried out therapy because the cutting got bad again - it was kinda useful but also a bit of a waste of £50 twice a month 🤷🏻♀️ you know what's better than therapy though?
All the concerts we go to!! Sweetie you won't believe the amount of bands we see that you were into as a teenager and as I'm writing this on 18th June 2026, we have 14 concerts in under a year to look forward to! I'll tell you who we've seen, and who we're going to see, at the end :) we also got to go and see Three Days Grace for the first time in September 2022 but we went with He Who Shall Not Be Named and he refused to go to the front so we had a shit view, but we went in the pit at the end for Riot and it was so fun 🤩
You also kinda find out the whole degree thinn is still true and no one gives a shit about it unless they need you to spell something 🤷🏻♀️ but, we're currently applying for the AAT level 2 in Accounting course at college so that we get a better job in finance and get more money to go to Disneyland 🎉 I feel like such an imposter but fake it til you make it!
You get a little gayer each year, but aside from the Scouser with a foot fetish we dated for a couple months, you're gonna really enjoy your single life and realise your standards are high because your besties prove better partners than men ever could!
So after all that, you're gonna be okay 💜 we still don't care what grandma thinks, Cameron's still a bit of a prick, and we also got our nipples pierced and look infinitely cooler 😎 so let me tell you what bands we've seen, and who we're looking forward to in 2026-2027:
2024: Sleep Token (+Bilmuri) (the concert that started it all off)
2025: Ghost (went solo), Architects (+House of Protection & Wage War), Bad Omens (+The Ghost Inside & Bilmuri), While She Sleeps (+Guilt Trip, Unpeople & Oversize), Three Days Grace (+Badflower)
2026: All Time Low (+Taylor Acorn & Mayday Parade), Motionless In White (+Make Them Suffer & Dayseeker), Alex Warren (+Claire Rosinkratz)
Upcoming:
2026: Bilmuri, I Prevail, Beartooth, The Home Team, SHINEDOWN!!!, President, Dayseeker
2027: BLACK VEIL BRIDES!!! Five Finger Death Punch, Wage War, Melrose Avenue, Nothing But Thieves, Sleeping With Sirens, TX2
I think sex repulsed aces should be able to openly embrace their indentity, their "culture" and to be openly happy being themselves without having to say for the 627291 time things like "but it's okay if other people enjoy sexual stuff!" so people don't harrass them, or accuse them of being "puritans".
Summary: Life is never easy, but u still try to get through it. You never knew you had powers. It didn’t make things easy but it made your life a hell of a lot cooler, especially when your living with the merc with a mouth and your best friend is an introvert.
Many people have posted images of the bonus chapters from Sarah J. Maas's books, and I thank you for giving us access to content we would have missed out on otherwise. However, no one person has posted all of them, so I figure that I can collate the links in one place.
There are minor spoilers below the cut in the chapter descriptions, so be wary of looking too far ahead, if you have not read all the books.
Throne of Glass
The Captain and the Prince - A conversation between Dorian and Chaol before the start of TOG
The Assassin and the Captain - When Celaena arrives back at the castle from her first mission as the King's Champion between TOG and COM, Chaol is waiting to greet her
The Assassin and the Princess - Before the start of COM, once Celaena has been the King's Champion for a month, she and Nehemia do a little shopping in Rifthold
Untitled - Mistward is visited by nobles—including one of Rowan's exes—during Celaena's time there in HOF
Untitled - A bonus chapter while Aelin and the rest of her court travel through Terrasen in EOS
Untitled - Chaol and Nesryn's sea journey before the start of TOD
A Court of Thorns and Roses
Wings and Embers - Cassian goes to visit the mortal world and ask Nesta to deliver a letter to the mortal queens in ACOMAF
(And an alternative)
Feyre's Perspective - In ACOSF, after Feyre and Rhys tells her sisters about their baby, they have a conversation
Azriel's Perspective - After the Winter Solstice celebration in ACOSF, Azriel is wandering the halls, unable to sleep
Crescent City
Ruhn's Perspective - Once Cormac comes to town in HOSAB, Flynn's younger sister decides to visit
Bryce's Perspective - Part 1 - Part 2 - Cormac invites Bryce to a luncheon at Flynn's parent's villa in HOSAB
Tharion's Perspective - Part 1 - Part 2 - Tharion reminisces about first meeting Hypaxia during HOSAB
*EDIT TO ADD: HOFAS has five bonus chapters, none of which have names and are just referred to by the characters they're about.
house.of.hurricane on insta has a reading guide for them, and has them all available in her highlights at the alternative link below ↓
u/ManicPlusSize on reddit has also posted a PDF of all five chapters if that is preferred.
Bryce and Danika - Takes place before the start of HOEAB
Bryce, Azriel and Nesta - Read after chap 16 of HOFAS
Ember and Randall - Read after chap 80 of HOFAS
Bryce and Hunt - Takes place after the series ends
Ruhn and Lidia - Takes place after the series ends
An alternative is here; the highlights contain all eight chapters
If I have missed any, please feel free to let me know, or link them in the comments/reblogs :D
Request: Hey! I saw your requests were open and it’s been a really rubbish fine for me lately, so I was wondering if you could do a Steve Harrington X reader who has depression and anxiety, sleeps a lot and barely eats, but feels like a failure for not being able to do anything productive so has anxiety attacks. I like the caring nature of steve, so can you make it angst/fluffy? I’m really sorry it’s a heavy subject, so feel free to disregard this request if it isn’t a pleasant one xx
A/N: This is sorta, kinda based off the scene in season two of Skam France where Charles helps Manon get out of her room for the night. Also, this sort of hits home because life’s been really difficult lately, so please be warned that this does touch some sensitive topics like depression, anxiety, etc.
Requested by: @unleashthebeees
Please don’t plagiarize my work!
Word Count: 1,023
The sound of knocking causes you to open your eyes, staring at the blank wall before you as you remain silent.
You hear the person on the other side of the door, your roommate, sigh in response. The slight jingle of their hand falling on the doorknob causing your shoulders to tense slightly. Soon after, their voice echoes about; “Y/N?” Your roommate calls, voice soft and unsure. “Please don’t kill me, but…” Brows furrowing, you gain the energy to push yourself upwards, sitting upright as your eyes fall on your bedroom door. “Just, don’t kill me. I know you’re gonna want to, but…”
Watching as the doorknob starts turning, your eyes widen. “Julia,” you hiss, “what are you–”
Before you can finish your sentence, the door opens and in steps Steve, not Julia like you would’ve expected. Your eyes widen at the sight of your boyfriend, swallowing thickly as Julia nervously pokes her head in past him, sending you a sheepish smile.
Pushing yourself up to your feet, you hiss out Julia’s name, moving towards her but before you can reach her, she promptly shuts your door, leaving you alone with Steve. Silence floods the room as you glance nervously up at him, before quickly averting your gaze. Steve only continues to stare down at you with a frown, the worry evident in his gaze.
“Y/N…–”
“You can’t be here,” you interrupt with a shake of your head. Briefly, you glance around the room, looking for a distraction before your eyes land on your laptop. Hastily, you walk towards it, pulling the screen up and turning to Steve. “I have a lot of homework to do and i’m just really not feeling well, so–”
“Stop, stop,” Steve sighs, shaking his head as he closes the distance between you. His hand falls on your own, slowly shutting your laptop and guiding you to sit in your desk chair. You do so with a frown, lips still left parted as if to say something but all words caught in the back of your throat.
The moment you’re settled, Steve crouched down in front of you, setting his hands on your knees as he frowns up at you. “What’s going on?” He asks with a tired voice, biting his bottom lip in worry. “You barely come to school anymore to school and when you do, you avoid me. You refuse to leave your bedroom and your roommate says that all you do is sleep. You don’t answer my calls or texts.” Pausing for just a moment, Steve shakes his head; “what’s going on with you?”
You lick your lips slowly, feeling your eyes water but refusing to let any tears actually fall. Instead, you turn your head to the left, shrugging your shoulders. “Nothing’s going on,” you lie, unable to miss the way Steve scoffs in disbelief, leaning back. “I’m fine.”
“I know that you’re not.”
“I am,” you nod, desperate for him to believe you. Meeting his eyes once again, you continue to nod. “I just… I have a lot of homework and i’m really not feeling well. My head really hurts and my stomach… and there’s just so much that has to be done,” as you start to ramble, it becomes a little too hard for you to hold back your tears.
You start to choke on your words, Steve’s eyes widening in concern as tears begin to pour down your cheeks and your breath quickens.
“And I don’t have any motivation to get it done, but I want to do it. I wanna do well, hang out with friends and it just feels like nothing is working out and I don’t know what to do about–.”
“Okay, okay,” Steve soothes, his voice soft as his hands fall on your cheeks. He cups them, his thumbs wiping your tears away as she gently shushes you, nodding at you in encouragement to take a minute and breathe. “It’s okay. Come on, it’s okay.”
Shaking your head in his grip, you sniffle. “No,” you sob, voice pitching. “No, it’s not.”
Steve only pauses a moment before standing up. Before you know it, his hands are around your waist, pulling you up to your feet and then he’s leaning back, once again cupping your cheeks and pulling you close. He leans his forehead against your own and runs a hand through your hair soothingly. “Come on,” he guides, moving to step back. “I’m taking you out on a date. Getting you away from everything.”
“No,” you moan, shaking your head. “I told you, I have homework–”
“No,” Steve interrupts, “i’m not taking a no for an answer. You need to get out of this room. You need fresh air. You need to breathe, so come on.”
“Steve–”
You don’t even get to finish arguing before you’re suddenly up and over Steve’s shoulder, a gasp of surprising leaving your lips as he does so. You grip the back of his jacket tightly, his name leaving your lips in a shrill plea. “Put me down,” you order, watching as your room grows further and further away from you. “Steve, put me down.”
“I’m taking you out on a date and that’s final.”
“Steve!”
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“There you go…”
Blinking slowly, you feel your head fall back into your pillows, Steve crouched over you. You watch him with tired eyes, noting how it’s much darker then you remembered it being. Your eyes follow Steve’s movements carefully as he pulls your sheets over you, tucking you in and then leaving your side, pulling off his jacket and soon following you on the other side of the bed.
He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you close as he brushes a few strands of hair out of your face. You turn to him as he does, tucking your head into the crook of his next with a content sigh.
And then, just as your eyes fall shut, you let out a whisper of; “thank you…”
Steve pauses for a moment in surprise, a small smile falling on his lips at your words. Then, he presses a kiss against your forehead, sighing wistfully.
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Yeah this is actually pretty much exactly what is going on. It’s why anti-oxidants are such a big deal. Bonus fact: oxygen oxidizes stuff in your cells or, in other words, it’s not toxic, just setting you on fire very very slowly.
What if there are aliens out there but they subsist on entirely different substances and they’re just scared as shit of us and our crazy ass hell planet? Once in a while some alien anthropologist type suggests checking out the people on this inhabited planet out towards the galaxy’s edge. The other aliens just look at the naive academic with horror. No!! We do not go to that world. That is where the DEATH BREATHERS live. They recreationally consume poisons and are more or less composed of biological fire. Their atmosphere is made of rocket fuel. We must leave the DEATH BREATHERS in peace. Do not go there. Do not.
okay but…that is actually what went down on earth about 2.5 billion years ago.
Earth was doing just fine with a mostly nitrogen/carbon dioxide atmosphere and everyone was happy to go on living in anaerobic bliss and then cyanobacteria suddenly hit the scene, altered the atmosphere composition so that there was a ton of oxygen gas and killed practically everything (97% or more of all species on earth).
We are literally descendants of the DEATH BREATHERS and cyanobacteria is our deadly mother.
The cyanobacteria holocaust is so big, it doesn’t even have a cool name; it’s just called “The Great Oxygenation Event”; the *second* most apocalyptic extinction event in our planet’s history is the one that’s called THE GREAT DYING (the Permian-Triassic event, about 252 million years ago).
This shit makes like the rock-throwing that wiped out the dinosaurs look like kindergarten.
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