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𓉘Sleepy Head - Sheamus X Reader𓉝 Chapter Four.

Chapter one * Chapter Two * Chapter Three * Chapter Four

Smut * Hurt/Comfort * Canon Typical Violence * Slow Burn * Whump * Blood/Injury * AFAB Fem Reader Warnings for this chapter: intense descriptions of injury. 🔞No Minors🔞

You woke up to a heavy, furry weight trying to nuzzle its way under your legs. The stubby brown dog was convinced that there was enough room for it to snuggle up too, or at least wake you up for breakfast. 

Sheamus sighed and shuffled himself over to make room for the pittie. This was likely a daily occurrence, you thought. It jumped up and nudged its way between you, thumping its tail happily.

“Good morning to you, too.ma You mumbled.

“Sorry.” Sheamus yawned, “They’re spoilt little things.”

“That’s what all dogs should be.” 

“Couldn’t agree more.” He chuckled, patting its head.

You both got up to eat and shower, it felt only naturally that you both stood under the water together. You didn’t even question when he poked his head through the door to join you.. You helped towel off his hair and he wrapped you up afterwards. He lingered over you, planting a kiss on top of your damp hair. Only managing to pull himself away to make the dog’s breakfast.

You found yourself in an old shirt of his, now laid back on the sofa. The radio was playing as he handed you coffee and you petted the lumpy dogs who had made themselves cozy up against you.

“Ain’tcha’ got work?” He asked, sitting on the other end, with the dogs rolling in between you both. “Not anymore. I got booted. Good riddance.” You sighed, “Not that I’ve got any prospects lined up.”

Sheamus drank his coffee, his face twinging as he looked into the mug, “I mean… maybe this is goin’ too far after last night. I’m not tryin’ to get too familiar too fast but…”

“You need help at the bar?” You raised an eyebrow, “You just told me you can’t afford it.”

Sheamus sighed and leaned back on the arm of the sofa, “I know. That’s not what I was thinking. I – I wanna’ go back to Heyman’s. Just one more time. He’s offerin’ a pay day and … you’re me makin' me wanna’ take it. I want you in my corner.”

You watched his face. His gaze unbroken from his coffee. Your eyes drifted to his bruises; soft and mottled like watercolour as they faded. He was still healing up. You shifted over the snoozing dogs to wrap your arms around his waist, laying your head softly on his abdomen. His heart beat kicked up at first before settling.

“I don’t want you going there alone.” You said into his skin.

“I’m telling you now,” he said, his voice cold, “I’m a fighter, I ain’t gonna’ stop throwing punches til’ I’m out cold on the ground. This ain’t a retirement match, I’m not stopping for anyone. There’s plenty a’ rings I can call home in this city. But they don’t pay as well as Heyman. I’m talkin’ a big game, lass, but I don’t know if I have it in me to go back.”

You could feel his heart again; the bass of the blood surging through his body through your ears dragged you back to the baying crowd. The skeletal rattle of chain link, the gurgle of blood in the back of some unfortunate throat. The names struck off bookie boards who never returned to the streets above. You felt a knot of sickness, but undeniably, the memory of the thrill of it all. You jolted back to reality as he placed a hand on your head.

He stroked your hair, pressing his nose into the crown of your head and inhaling deeply. A large palm smoothed down your back in long strokes. You stayed for a while, until a thought started to eat at you and you spoke up.

“Any other man would have taken me up on my offer to thank you…” You paused for a moment, tracing the freckles on his shoulders, “Why were you so determined to turn me away?”

Sheamus stared at the ceiling, “I used to call myself an opportunist. I used to smash and grab whatever chances came my way, and I always ended up screwin’ it all up because I never thought it through. I am tryin’ to change for the better. Tryin’.”

You kept brushing your fingers over his skin as he was lost in thought. He cupped your hands in his, pressing your knuckles to his lips before he spoke up again.

“Pretty girls who don’t take shit and know what they want don’t come wanderin’ into my bar all that often, girls who take you in when you’re a bleedin’ idiot with your tail between your legs are twice as rare.” He continued kissing your hands softly, murmuring into your skin, “I was tryin’ to go slow, make sure I made all the right moves. I almost fucked it all up getting legless on whisky before going out to the ring. Hope I can make it up to ya’.”

“You can make it up to me by letting me stay with you, we’re both fighters, Sheamus, but it has to be a fair fight. Not a freak show exhibition.” You said, “If you want your payday, so be it, but don’t put ink to paper until I can talk to Heyman.”

He creased his brows, “You want to talk to Heyman? He won’t just talk to anyone.”

“I’ve done it before. I never wanted to again. But I think I could convince him to even the odds.”

“How?”

You looked Sheamus dead in the eye, “He owes me.”

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“I didn’t recognise your voice on the phone, but now I see you…” Heyman frowned and tilted his head, “Yes, yes, I remember you now, you’re the medic who threw up on my shoes.”

Tucking his hands onto his lap he stared at you with a condescending disinterest only a powerful man could muster. He looked up at Sheamus, who’s nostrils were flaring as he loomed over your seat. He had refused to sit, choosing to watch over the place as you both talked. Heyman was only in his position because he always had someone bigger looking after him, you couldn’t speak his language unless Sheamus was behind you.

To get an appointment with him, you found his old number tucked away in your phone and left a message. You listed the names of the three fighters who had died in his ring when you had acted as a ringside medic and then asked for a time and place to meet. Three lives he had refused to throw the towel in for or take to the emergency room. Men and women he had tossed to you, too late to save or ease their suffering.

So, here you were in a yellowing diner, where the plastic tabletops were wobbly and flaking. It smelled like the deep fryers hadn’t been cleaned in a long time. It was ten o’clock when he showed up. Two men surreptitiously sat themselves at a booth a few seats over from you. One tall with black hair with a shock of blond at the side, one ginger who already looked impatient for this meeting to be over. You didn’t recognise them from your time; Heyman chewed through lackeys monthly, it would only take a few weeks to suck them dry for all they were worth with the paces he put them through.

“Are you here to buy me a new pair? It’s a sweet gesture, but I am not sure you have the allowance to cover it.” He jibed with that satisfied little smile he wore.

You remembered the night you puked and passed out at his feet; a woman had been dragged from the arena with her neck jarring out at an unnatural angle, the sight of it set the world spinning. You left on uneasy terms, but terms sealed with a handshake.

You locked eyes with him, humouring him would give him an inch and Heyman always took a mile.

“I see, then you’re here to cash in on your little favour, yes? Did your funds for nursing school dry up?”

“No.” You weren’t going to explain how quitting on him meant you had to quit altogether, likely he had done some snooping and knew already, “I am here to negotiate a better deal for Sheamus in his next fight.”

Heyman looked at you curiously, “You know, when I grant someone a favour, they usually use it for themselves. And they do so with a guaranteed outcome. My first impression of you was that of an intelligent individual.”

You didn’t break away from his look, “Sheamus told me the conditions of the match you offered him, and I think you’re trying to book a match where he ends up as road-kill. You and I both know that on even footing, he could make you more in bets than gawking spectators paying the entry fee for a squash match.”

“Sheamus, he’s a real champ, y’know. Done some remarkable matches in his time. But his time is coming due, my friend, we both know that.”

“And you want to retire him by putting him in the ground?” You said, you couldn’t hold back a twitch of disgust across your face.

“Retire him? Oh no, you don’t give the man enough credit. Sheamus, tell her, you’ve got fighting spirit practically sweating from your pores! I think Sheamus’ involvement in any match is a way to elevate the status of both fighters.”

“Why waste that on a monster who everyone already fears. Who do you really want to ‘elevate’?”

He wagged finger at you, “Now you’re asking the right questions! My original plan was to give Sheamus a match with my current prize-fighter, the man who took care of you in your last match, you remember Mr. Lesnar, don’t you?”

You felt your chair creak as Sheamus leant forward, he had wanted to stay out of the conversation unless he felt it was necessary. The weight pressed into the rickety seat told you enough. Lesnar didn’t know the meaning of sportsmanship. From the looks of what he did to Sheamus, this man wasn’t a fighter, he was a butcher.

“But if you don’t feel confident in a second round I have a young man by the name of Seth, a real visionary, and I think you could both be ‘elevated’ by an exchange if you found it agreeable.”

You hadn’t heard of Seth, he was likely one of Heyman’s newer toys. You looked up at Sheamus again, he shrugged at you.

Heyman listed his age, weight and height, his current record. The kid was on a winning streak but was still somewhat fresh. By all metrics he was likely an investment for the manager, so putting him against a proven champ like Sheamus was a risk he was admitting he would take.

“I’ll cut you a square deal on account of holding up your end of the deal.” He nodded to you and then looked up at Sheamus, “You get a fight with my boy Rollins, and a half more than my original offer on winning. Your losing fee remains the same.”

“Alright. Deal.” Sheamus said.

“I am glad we could come to an agreement.” Heyman got up and brushed himself down, the two men shadowing him got up and out behind him, “I’ll see you both ringside.”

After a moment, Sheamus finally sat down in the seat facing yours.

“I should’ve had you managing me decades ago.” He almost laughed, “could’ve avoided a lot of bullshit with you doin’ the talkin’.”

“Don’t thank me until your match is over. We’ve traded a known outcome for an unknown variable.”

You both watched him leave, his guard dogs walking a few steps behind. The long haired one glanced back with a smirk at Sheamus. You had a feeling he was looking forward to seeing you both again.

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“Who do you ship this character with” me and no one else bro. It’s me and them against the world

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"just write a little every day" ok but what if i write nothing for 3 weeks and then suddenly type like i’m being hunted by god

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HELLO FINNIE!! HELLOO FINNIEE!!!

We already talked a bit about this but, would you make some headcanons about how all the mercs from TF2 would hug and comfort someone having a bad awful day?? Please and thank so very very much LOVE YOU 🧡

TF2 Merc Headcanons thank you gus gus for asking me for my very personal and no doubt completely off-canon opinions on the boys!! i too needed some comfort and hugs from them omg u-u i'm also very much hoping that these work platonically and romantically!! ❤️ request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: comfort, hugs, cheering up attempts

scout

he struggles to take things seriously, younger brother in a sitcom ass

"there, there, it could always be worse... i guess, maybe... probably not though this is pretty bad"

a gentle pat on the shoulder, and then another, and then another, and then a relatively painful whack to see if the shock works

playful teasing that maybe makes things worse at first, but makes you giggle

and then when he takes it too far, gives you a reason to pummel him, which lets you release some of the anger!!

even with his often blunt and immature response, there's always a sense that he cares deeply

it's there in his embrace, a one armed side-hug that pulls you in close while he asks you in his softest tone

"hey, you wanna go play baseball or somethin'?"

pyro

hugging isn't actually his go to response, and it's not third or fourth on his list either

first of all, he's taking you outside to set fire to something

it's cathartic, and fun, and dangerous!! and FIREY

then he's trying all of the things that make him happy!!

you can play dolls with him? or have a tea party with his stuffies!

or maybe you just wanna lay on your tummy on the floor and do some colouring in

but if none of that cheers you up, and he can't destroy the thing/person that made you sad

then he'd wrap his rubbery little hands around you and bring you in for the biggest squeeze he can offer

sniper

pack it up fellas, it's time to head out on a "touch some grass (or sand)" nature trip to cure the blues

you get to sit up front in the van, obviously

not in the back where you're bouncing off the walls and ceilings

he'll stop at every service station to get you a fun beverage or a snack on the off chance that it will make you crack even a little smile

and then you'll be out there in the world, safe because he's standing directly beside you

he's surprisingly big on physical affection, so he'll have you in a side hug most of the time, just to keep you comforted

and before he lets you go off to your room, he'll get out of the van and give you the biggest hug

full body, very warm, very gentle, completely silent

heavy

the gentle energy in him is in itself, quite intense

likely because he has all of this stored up nurturing and soft encouragement and gentle adoration

but his sisters don't really need it (and let's face it they never did, he just over worried)

so if he has a reason to love and comfort, he's taking it

you'd barely even have to utter a little word of sadness and he'd be wrapped around you

maybe so tight that you might have to get your ribs checked at the emergency room

but the bear hug is worth it

it's warm, safe, comforting, everything that heavy is

and bonus: he can lift anything and anyone

so if you need to be cradled like a leetle behbeh to get some sleep or to work through the sadness, then he can do that!!

soldier

TURN YOUR FROWN UPSIDE DOWN SOLDIER!!

there's so much to be grateful for!! like freedom!! and honey!! and guns!! and america!!

but if none of that works, he's willing to put his shirt back on just long enough to let you nuzzle into his chest for a hug

and if you're very lucky, you might feel another large set of arms around you

because if soldier is hugging you, then zhanna is joining in

maybe with a menacing reminder to stay away from her man

but still with enough warmth that you're surrounded from both angles and left with a fuzzy feeling in your chest

and a little bit sweet and sticky too...

medic

a sensible shoulder pat is his first port of call, because he's usually elbow deep in some body cavity or other

and there's not much he can offer in the way of extensive comfort that doesn't involve you being covered in blood, or worse

but once he's cleaned up, he's all OVER you

you're just a little dove in need of some snuggles

a little soft coo in your ear while he holds you close

a gentle stroke with his large hands so he doesn't hurt you, keeping things light and gentle, not intense (as he usually is)

face smothered in his chest as he rocks you back and forth and sings a deeply concerning lullaby

and then, if none of that works, he'd let you root around in his pile of "dead bits" for something to carve up

it really does let out all of the tension and stress

engineer

oh no don't be sad, he can't engineer his way out of this one...

or can he... OH!! maybe what you need is some comfort, he can do that

just give him 16-20 hours and a large amount of sheet metal and screws

he can work something out, like a little machine that can pat your head at different intervals depending on your needs

or a set of arms that can hug you, as well as deploy turrets and toss grenades!!

but you still look sad... perhaps, while you're waiting on him to create the cure for your sadness

you'd like a little hug?

and honestly, who can hug better than a short king with thick arms? perfect height, perfect squeeze, sweet little honied words to make you smile

absolute love bug with a perfect remedy (eventually...)

demoman

"do you want to drown your sorrows like a horrible wee beastie?"

"or do you want me to come over there and cuddle ye like a wee bairn?"

you can choose one or the other, or both!! either way your soul is going to feel lighter and warmer by the time he's finished with you

and, realistically, you're gonna get hugged either way

once he's drunk enough he won't be able to stop himself from holding you so tight you can't breathe, smooshing your cheeks between his palms, and just generally loving all over you

"yer a bonnie wee thing, i wish you never had to pout they wee lips"

he's slurring his words, but they're all meant with the greatest of sincerity

and you can bet he'd be just as willing to do it all sober

spy

he's a man of few words when it comes to comfort

somehow, despite his confidence in every other area and his preparation for every scenario, this one escapes him

the risks are a lot greater, somehow, than anything else

because he feels like he has to cheer you up, he has to make you feel better

anything less is a failure in his mind

so if you come to him with wet, sad little eyes he won't say a word

a quick grab of you by the shoulders, bringing you in to his room

where he'll wrap a robe around you and make you a nice omelette

and feed it to you in manageable bites

and give you a little tiny peck on the cheek and a quick tap on the head

and then a hug that could be formal or very romantic, it's hard to ascertain the meaning behind it, but it gives you exactly what you need without revealing anything

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questions for fic writers

a collection of questions i, as a writer, would love to be asked !!!

1. What fic of yours would you recommend to someone who had never read any of your work? (In other words, what do you think is the best introduction to your fics?)

2. Go to your AO3 “Works” page, to the sidebar with all the filters, and click the drop-down arrow for “Additional Tags.” What are your top 3-5 most used tags? Do you think they accurately represent your writing habits?

3. What are some tropes or details that you think are very characteristic of your fics?

4. What detail in [insert fic] are you really proud of?

5. What do you wish someone would ask you about [insert fic]? Answer it now!

6. What’s one fact about the universe of [insert fic] that you didn’t get a chance to mention in the fic itself?

7. Any worldbuilding you’re particularly proud of?

8. What song would make a great fic (to either write or read)?

9. How do you find new fic to read?

10. How do you decide what to write?

11. Are you partial to a certain character/pairing or are you more equal-opportunity? If you are partial to any character/pairing, why do you think that is?

12. Are there any tropes you used to dislike but have grown on you?

13. Are there any tropes you used to like but don’t anymore?

14. Are there any tropes you would only read if written by a trusted friend or writer?

15. What’s your favorite AU that you’ve written?

16. What’s an AU you would love to read (or have read and loved)?

17. What highly specific AU do you want to read or write even though you might be the only person to appreciate it?

18. If you wrote a sequel to [insert fic], what would it involve?

19. If you wrote a spin-off of [insert fic], what would it involve?

20. If you wrote a prequel to [insert fic], what would it involve?

21. If you wrote a “missing scene” in [insert fic], what would it be?

22. Who is your favorite character in [insert fic] and why?

23. What’s a trope, AU, or concept you’ve never written, but would like to?

24. Are there any easter eggs in [insert fic], and if so, what are they?

25. What other websites or resources do you use most often when you write?

26. Would you rather write a fic that had no dialogue or one that was only dialogue?

27. How long did it take to write [insert fic]? Describe the process.

28. Does anyone read your fics before you post them? If so, who?

29. What songs would be (or are) on a playlist for [insert fic]? Explain your choices if you want!

30. Have you ever written something that was out of your comfort zone? If so, what was it, and how did it affect your approach to writing fic thereafter?

31. What’s your ideal fic length to write?

32. What’s your ideal fic length to read?

33. If you write chaptered fics, what’s your ideal chapter length to write? Is it different from your ideal chapter length to read?

34. What aspects of your writing are inspired by/taken from your real life?

35. What aspects of your writing are completely unlike your real life?

36. Do you visualize what you read/write?

37. Promote one of your own “deep cut” fics (an underrated one, or one that never got as much traction as you think it deserves!). What do you like about it?

38. Did any of your fics get surprisingly popular (whatever that means to you)? Which ones? Why do you think they were so successful?

39. Is any aspect of your writing process inspired by other writers or people? If so, who?

40. Do you tend to reread fics or are you a one-and-done kind of person?

41. Link a fic that made you think, “Wow, I want to write like that.”

42. Have you ever received a comment that particularly stood out to you for whatever reason?

43. If you take/write prompts: what’s your favorite prompt fic that you’ve written?

44. If you take/write prompts: do you prefer dialogue or scenario/narrative prompts?

45. What’s something you’ve improved on since you started writing fic?

46. Do you prefer writing on your phone or on a computer (or something else)? Do you think where you write affects the way you write?

47. If [insert fic] was a pair of shoes, what kind would it be? Describe the shoes.

48. What’s the last fic you read? Do you recommend it?

49. What are you currently working on? Share a few lines if you’re up for it!

50. Answer any question of your choice, or talk about anything you want to talk about!

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I've got a lot of respect for smut writers. you write something incredibly sexual, it's probably somewhat of a look into your own soul, and then bitches are too scared to leave kudos of comments half the time, so it looks as though everyone hates your work. And yet yall still do it, and I love that

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Spice up your prose and really make your writing stand out by using exciting active verbs such as "bite" and "tear" and "rend" and "rip" and "feed" and "hunt" and "devour" and "chase" and "run" and "eat" and

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