#and he was trying to shoot me and then trying to shoot missy and my family

[drivemysoul]

i just had the worst nightmare i’ve had in a long fucking time and i feel like sobbing

[aurorawritestoescape]

HOT FOR YOU || Joel Miller x f!reader || 530 words

Tw: 18+ mdni, smut, face fucking, f!masturbation

A/n: this drabble, inspired by the pic above, is written for @toxicanonymity ‘s Manspreading Olympics. Love you, friend💖 hugs to @milla-frenchy for beta-ing😘 dividers by @saradika-graphics 💕

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Joel and you are enjoying a light breeze in the backyard, trying to seek relief from a heatwave, and avoiding being inside your house that turned into an oven thanks to a broken AC.

“Joel.”

“Yeah?”

“Are you doing it on purpose?”

“What?”

“Showing off your cock?”

“No. What?” He’s blinking at you, brows furrowed with confusion.

“Then close your legs,” you nod at his shorts, not covering much because of his wide manspreading. “I can see your cock peeking out. It’s staring right at me.”

Joel looks down, shifting his thighs a little, but not closing them.

“Ain’t a big deal, baby," he scoffs. “It’s just a dick.”

“Yeah but I can’t just look at it and… not feel… you know… stuff.”

“Ohh,” a smirk is tugging at his lips, “is my naughty girl getting all hot and bothered?”

“Unfortunately, yes. As if it’s not hot enough,” you complain, trying not to look at his dusty pink head.

Joel narrows his eyes, getting quiet, and you know it’s a bad sign. He’s scheming.

“Ya ain’t innocent yourself, missy. This tank top of yours? I can perfectly see your pretty tits and perky nipples. Ya understand how hot it is to watch your boobs jiggle when you move? and what about these shorts, huh? Fuckin’ tiny. I can easily imagine you not wearin’ them at all. Actually I’m imaginin’ it right now.”

His lustful gaze makes you sweat even more. Your chest starts heaving and you gush, squirming in your seat, listening to him talk about your body like that. Your wet pussy already aches.

“Yeah? and I can see your cock twitch.”

“Oh, really?” Joel’s brows shoot up as he adds, “Can you see it get hard, baby?”

You tilt your head, noticing the motion.

“Yeah, I can.”

You cross your legs, chasing any pressure on your needy cunt, and dart your tongue out to wet your lower lip.

Joel’s eyes turn a shade darker and he palms himself.

“You’ve made me hard, dirty girl. Wanna help me out and suck my cock?”

You swallow loudly as his sexy low voice and the filthy words send a new wave of arousal through your body.

“It’s too hot, Joel,” you whine, hating how horny he’s made you in this goddamn heat.

“Right… Then let me fuck your face, baby. Just sit on your knees for me and I’ll do all the work.”

Joel’s puppy eyes make you pliant and even more needy. He rubs his cock over the shorts and a low groan escapes his lips. Now you’re overflowing with desire.

Not saying anything you get up, peeling your sweaty thighs off the chair, and kneel between his legs. His bulge is huge and you place your hand on it and stoke the warm lump gently over the fabric. Joel growls and soon impatience takes over him. He gets up, tugs the waistband of his shorts down and his hard cock springs free in all its glory.

Joel cups your cheek, holding you in place, and slowly inserts his hot tip into your open mouth.

A minute later you’re nothing but a moaning, drooling mess. Keeping you steady with his big hands on your temples, Joel’s plunging his length into the heat of your throat, sliding in and out easily, while your quick fingers are working your puffy clit and you get off, sucking Joel’s juicy cock.

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[indulgentdaydream]

Hello luv, first of all... I LOVE NURSE!READER!!! OH god the last lines were soooooo heartwarming for my social worker heart!! LOVE LOVE IT 🩷🩷

So, may I request a Jason x reader again but with a little something... Jealous Jason because reader and Roy know each other longer than Jay and reader and then he gets all jelly and and—! Oh god I love a jealous petty man.

Missy when she fucks up the queue and queues this post for NEXT YEAR by accident 🫣🙃 NEXT YEAR?? LIKE THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE POSTED LAST FRIDAY AND I DIDN'T EVEN NOTICE THAT IT DIDN'T GO UP

anyways AHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH your words are already heartwarming ♥️

I loveeee jealous jason imma cook this up so quick just you wait and see (i wrote this when i first made the draft and i found it funny to leave it. It’s literally been a month I’m so sorry)

I also made this into headcanons because I had a VISION and did not think to give it any justice. (koi youre seriously my number 1 supporter i hope you enjoy this garbage I just threw up, really)

Pining!Jealous!Jason Todd x Reader

Warnings: slight jealousy (not too overly consuming), alcohol consumption

Roy had invited Jason to hang out at the bar

Bros being bros

except...

Roy brought you along (because he KNOWS Jason has got a fat crush on you whether or not he’s told him)

(He tried to convince roy it’s not a crush, but always fails because his whole demeanour changes when you walk in the room)

examples:

he's always going to be standing beside you, consciously or not

jason isn't always a tense guy. But he for sure isn't as long as you're talking to him/looking at him/etc. (but if you put your hand on his arm/touch him in any way, it's game over)

your name is brought up, he's listening SO INTENTLY

like a dog when it hears its favourite word

Anyways

The three of you are sitting in a booth

It was originally you and roy before jason showed up, the two of you on either side

Jason shows up and just sits right next to you. No hesitation.

You and roy are laughing away, recounting stories and telling jokes.

Jason is just... really quiet

unusually quiet

He doesn’t look at you guys, rather looking out across the bar, trying to hide the fact he’s feeling this way

That he's feeling unreasonably jealous of his best friend

who literally brought you FOR JASON

He knows it’s stupid. He trusts both of you. You two are the two people he trusts the MOST

He hates that he’s like this, but he can't help it

Roy's better than him. You've known him for longer. He's making you laugh harder than Jason ever has. He's better looking, too. Older. More experienced.

His thoughts are clogging up his head. He's really not listening anymore, just holding his beer, eyes scanning the bar floor, watching the other patrons.

Then Roy is standing in front of him, saying something about using the bathroom.

He is giving a VERY pointed look at Jason.

a "make conversation with your crush or I'm shoving an arrow down your throat" kind of look

Jason felt a little stab of genuine anxiety shoot through him.

He's talked to you alone before. Many times. You two were friends, of course. He doesn't know why this is how he's feeling right now.

Then your hand is resting on his forearm.

Poor boy is still so caught up in his head he just looks down at your hand for definitely a second too long before finally meeting your gaze

Your gaze with those stupidly pretty eyes.

Then comes that horrendously pretty voice, "You alright?"

He nods. Shrugs. Like a stupid teenager who doesn't know how to handle his emotions.

He has to admit he's still a little tense about your attention being focused more on Roy. But not to you. He'd never admit it to you. You'd probably find it unattractive and then he'd really never have a chance.

“Yeah, no, im enjoying the talking. Always forget how well you and roy know each other”

“Oh yeah he just knows how to get me going. You know how he is”

Jason doesn’t know how he does it.

Like some leap of faith.

Some, jealousy super-powered leap.

He tries to be non-chalant about it.

“It’d be nice to do this again sometime. Maybe without Roy around.”

BOY'S HEART IS POUNDING

Sipping on his beer, looking down at it instead to avoid eye contact with you so he doesn't lose his cool.

Or someone show on his face that he is actually shitting bricks

You don't respond for a second and the alarm bells start going off in his head

WHY DID I SAY THAT WHY DID I SAY THAT WHY DID I SAY-

"It would be nice," you say, "Could we make it a date instead?"

He's smiling, turning to nod at you, "Course we can."

But his internal dialogue is just straight screaming at himself

"IDIOT YOU SHOULD'VE MADE IT OBVIOUS YOU WANTED IT TO BE A DATE IN THE FIRST PLACE"

The things jealousy will make you do

Roy comes back and sits down

Jason's into the conversation now

It doesn't really matter that Roy is still making you laugh

because he's not the one holding your hand under the table

AH I HOPE YOU LIKE -missy

I also love a jealous petty man (as long as it doesn't become toxic and he doesn't use it as an excuse to be an asshole)

[unlosts]

hi !!

i'm pretty sure it was me w the perfume request! (my brain is so scattered i barely remember what i asked for but!! i'm so so excited to read it when you're done <33) (btw i'm loving the spencer fics and i'm psyched for more, your writing is so beautiful 🥹🫶🏼)

A/N: Thank you so much for your request! It was exactly the one I lost. Hope you like it, I had a lot of fun with it 🫶🏼.

Also no one asked but I'm a firm believer that Hotch is a Grey Vetiver by Tom Ford guy, or he should be!

At exactly 9:18 the sound of the elevator opening interrupts the quiet morning, Aaron Hochner walks out heading briskly towards his office, coat over his shoulders and briefcase in hand, nodding in greeting to the rest of the team who collectively turn to stare at him with various degrees of confusion plastered on their faces. 

“I was about to call a S.W.A.T team,” Says Emily, stopping him in his tracks “again.” 

At that Hotch finally turns to face them, his usually pristine white shirt wrinkled like he had picked it off the floor that morning. 

“Excuse he?” He asks, brow arched. 

Derek lets out a laugh at this, languidly spinning his chair from side to side but before he can say anything JJ, ever the mediator, interrupts “You’re just not usually this late, we were starting to worry.”

“Yeah, cuz y’know you have a bad track record” Says Penelope with a grimace, she’s perched by Morgan's desk toying with a feathery pink pen while she talks.  

“They were worried, I just knew you were maybe having some fun for once” Derek chimes in with a smile, letting out a huff when Pen pokes his side with her pen. 

“There’s no need to make a scene out of it, I’m sure I've been late plenty of times before” He tries to say in a stern enough tone that they’ll hopefully drop the subject. 

It would be easy to classify it as merely teasing but Hotch knew the entire team worried about him, namely about his lack of a social life outside of work. And usually he would entertain their banter for longer but he really is late today and he can already feel the beginning of a headache forming. 

“Actually," Spencer adds without looking up from his paper“this year, you were only late three times, the last one being about two and a half months ago on July when you had a flat tire and had to wait for triple A”.

“Thank you for that, Spencer” Hotch says, shooting him a look.

“No problem”   

“Nothing happened, I just got stuck in a bad pile up on my way there and I was already cutting it close beforehand, so if you all could focus back on your files that would be great, we have to present our consults before 5 today” He says trying, and failing to regain a modicum of authority. 

Just when he thought that they had tired themselves out, the elevator opens up again and you spill out of it, carrying with you the floral scent of your perfume and a dazzling smile that spells nothing but trouble for him. The kind that makes him stay up until 2am in the middle of the week and turns what was meant to be a quick shower into a half hour delay. 

“Hello hello, sorry for being so late, there was a bad bad pile up on my way here” You speak without pausing once for breath, your heels click clacking on your way to your desk where you unceremoniously dump your coat and purse on top of your desk. Heading for the kitchen to brew a new pot of coffee. 

On your way there you playfully ruffle Spencer’s hair and wink at Pen, who can’t help but comment on your good mood “Well aren’t you happy this morning missy” 

You make eye contact with him for a split second and Hotch can feel his throat dry up, he always felt like you breathed life into any room you walked in, the sun patterns following your steps whenever you went. So it makes sense that even now in the middle of fall he feels something warm settle over him even with such a brief look. 

He thinks he’s been staring at you for hours when it couldn’t have been more than a couple of seconds, by the time he snaps out of it he finds Emily regarding him with a quizzical eye and a smile that does nothing for his brewing headache. 

“Well, I’ve just been having a very nice week” You reply pointedly “even went and got myself a new perfume” He did, actually, but it’s not like you can say that. 

Seeing an out in the conversation he starts once more to go towards his office before he’s interrupted, once again, by one Emily Prentiss. 

“Huh” She says, pinning him down with a perfectly arched eyebrow

“What?” He asks exasperated, quickly losing his patience. 

“Aren’t you testy today?” She teases “I was just thinking about the fact that you both got stuck in traffic, despite coming from opposite sides of the city, that’s all” And with a nonchalant shrug of her shoulders that’s anything but, she turns to work on her files. 

You pop out of the kitchen carrying with you two expertly done mugs of coffee, and even better timing, hastily sitting by Emily’s desk and leaving one mug in front of her. 

“I was hoping you could look over one of my cases with me? I’ve been stuck for ages and I could use a fresh set of eyes?” 

“So this is bribery coffee?”

“No, the bribe is the very nice bottle of red I have back at my place that’s all yours next girls night, the coffee is just because I’m a delight to be around” You reply grinning at her. 

Emily huffs a laugh and with everyone distracted Hotch finally makes his escape, shutting his office door and basking in the blissful quiet of his office. 

He spends the next hour and a half failing to fill expense reports, his mind wandering to your hair splayed on the pillows this morning; you staring up at him in the shower, a droplet of water running from the bridge of your nose to rest on your lip being kissed away by him. The exact dazzling smile from this morning but all his to keep.

The lost twenty minutes after dressing he spend with you pressed against the entrance door, your hands running over his back.  

With an hour left to go before lunch and a creek in his neck from leaning his head on his palm all morning he gives up and goes to get himself his second coffee of the day.

In the kitchenette right by the vending machine is his headache personified, getting herself a bag of skittles. 

While he makes his coffee Emily pauses next to him and extends the bag of candy in a silent offer that he declines with a shake of his head, right before leaving she says “I do love the new cologne, very summery fresh, but just a heads up, I do think she wears it better than you” 

[silassinclair]

It’s my first time requesting, so I’m sorry if you don’t understand my bad english ;-;

May I request a GN readerx Yandere Wild West Outlaw (my brain can’t remember his name) with a reader who sleeps anywhere on anything? There will be one time this man has seen his darling somehow out of the ropes and is sleeping on the roof.

I understand if you don’t wanna do this request, but if you do it thank you from the bottom of my heart! <3

Always take care and take a break when needed~

This request is so silly I have to do it. Also your english is great, don’t sweat it!!

Yandere Wild West Outlaw x Sleepy Reader

CW// Nothing, just wholesomeness

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It’s yours and Maddox’s first night together after he took you from your home. You two are camping out in the desert by a cave. There’s a small fire lit and Maddox’s horse Jasper is munching on some carrots.

But it’s been awfully quiet, the outlaw thinks. Why is it so quiet?

He realizes it’s because of you! You’re usually always thrashing and screaming at him and now you aren’t!

He also realizes that you’re no where to be found… It makes him panic slightly. He shoots up from where he’s sat and he looks around the camp. The desert is dangerous, what if you got stung by a scorpion or bit by a rattlesnake!?

“You come out from where you’re hidin’ missy! Or I outta shoot-”

He nearly trips and falls flat on his face. Looking down he sees you taking a dirt nap, quite literally in the dirt. How did you get so far away from camp? Did you sleep walk? Fall asleep while trying to escape? Whatever it is Maddox doesn’t give a damn, he’s glad he found you.

“You’re a dumb little thing. What would you do without me?”

From this moment onward Maddox sees a repeating pattern. You sleep anytime, anywhere. And on occasion you can even “teleport”. He thought about calling a priest to perform an exorcism on you once.

“Sweet Jesus, this ain’t possible… How’d ya get out here!?”

When you fall asleep while on his horse he sits you in front of him so he can act as a back rest. He doesn’t want you falling off now.

Loves it when you fall asleep on him. You’re so vulnerable when you’re asleep like this. He can touch you without getting yelled at or smacked. So he takes advantage of it.

Combs his hands through your pretty locks of hair and caresses your plush cheeks. Sometimes when you squirm in your sleep from a nightmare he shushes you like a baby and rocks you back and forth.

Stays by your side from now on when you’re asleep after… the incident.

The Incident:

After over a week of being on horseback and foot Maddox finds an old house for them to settle in temporarily. It’s a cute house with victorian architecture. It’s definitely abandoned and all the owner’s belongings are still there. They most likely fled due to the Native American tribe near by but Maddox isn’t afraid of them. He actually gets along with the tribesmen better than the whites who hate him for being half American and half Mexican.

“This place is nice. It almost the same size as my old home.” Y/n mutters as she admires the decor. But her eyes feel heavy, she needs to sleep. This past week has been exhausting.

Maddox notices how worn out she is. She’ll be no good to him if she’s a mopey, tired slug. So he brings her upstairs to the main bedroom. The bed is dusty but it’ll have to make do.

“You’ll sleep here sweetheart. But I’m gonna have to tie ya’ down. I don’t need ya’ escaping now.” Maddox ties a rope from the bed post to her ankle.

Y/n doesn’t even bother to yell or fight back from being tied down. She just falls asleep immediately like a hibernating bear. When she’s asleep Maddox unpacks some supplies down in the living room. He also cooks up a can of beans and digs in.

It’s quiet. All his life he’s been alone, but he’ll never admit he feels lonely. He’s never had anyone to trust or rely on. Most nights he’ll sleep under the stars and talk to Jasper. But he’s a horse so talking to him is one sided.

Even though Y/n is sleeping just upstairs he misses her. Misses her snarky comments, creative insults, and the way she smacks his chest when he gets too close.

“What are you doing to me woman..” The outlaw mutters to himself as he trudges himself up the creaky wooden stairs. He’s in front of her door and he opens it slowly, peeking his head in. But then he slams it open when he sees she’s gone.

“Y/n?” He shouts, looking around the room and searching every corner. She’s missing again! Maddox runs like a cat out of water as he searches the whole house. What if she got hurt!? He could never live with himself.

He kicks open the front door and looks around the property. What if the tribe found her and thought she was a threat? Every negative outcome of what could happen to her comes to his mind. Getting eaten by a coyote is a possibility too.

Maddox takes his hat off and grips his black hair.

“FUCK!” He shouts and kicks the dirt on the ground, the cloud of brown blowing with the wind. Maddox walks back to the house in defeat where he tells Jasper that Y/n’s gone, and she is never coming back. But the horse only exhales loudly and shakes his head back and forth.

“She’s gone buddy. I know you liked her but she’s probably dead in a fuckin’ ditch somewhere!” The man snaps.

Jasper slams his front leg down and neighs loudly. His nose is pointed up towards the house.

“What are ya’ on about you?” Jasper never behaved like this before unless he wanted to try and tell him something. He’s a smart horse, so any sound or motion me makes is usually when he tries to convey a message.

Maddox looks up at the house where Jasper is looking and squints his eyes. He puts his hat back on to cover his eyes from the beating sun. Looking closer he sees a familiar head of h/c hair on the roof!

“Y/n!?” Maddox says in disbelief. How the fuck did she get up there!? Does she even know she’s up there? Probably not.

“Shit boy, what do we do?” He turns to his horse. Jasper neighs louder and Maddox looks back up and sees that she’s about to fall off the roof!

“SHIT!”

Y/n turns in her sleep and falls off the roof. Maddox feels his heart drop and he breaks off into a sprint. Just before she hits the ground he catches her, making them both fall to the dirt.

“Y-You?” Y/n wakes up and sees she’s outside and that god forsaken outlaw is beneath her. His head is under her dress making her squeal and scramble away.

“W-What in the hell!? What do you think you’re doing? Why am I outside and why was your ugly mug up my dress!?”

Maddox groans and rubs his head. He turns to her with a glare and grabs her wrist, pulling her up.

“I ain’t ever takin’ my eye off you again! You ought to be a witch or somethin’!”

From that moment onward Maddox sleeps next to Y/n in a bone crushing cuddle. When he feels her move in the slightest he wakes up and tightens his hold. No way in hell will he let something like that happen again.

[dearharriet]

hi lovely ! it's milunalupin :)

could i please request remus + "i waited for you" ? 🫶🏼✨

hello my friend, ty for the request!! im working on my big boy fic for james rn but i wanted a little bit of remus as a break <3 (wc: 691)

“You smell good.”

Remus looks at the man taking a seat across from him, appalled by such a comment. Sirius looks equally stunned saying it, wrinkled nose a mirror of Remus’.

“Thank you?”

Sirius shakes his head like this is the wrong response.

“Why do you smell good?”

Remus rolls his eyes, keeping his posture aloof. “Took my annual bath last night.”

Sirius scoffs. “‘Bout time. Your stench was getting harsh on my delicate canine senses.”

That pulls a laugh from Remus, however small.

By the door, he sees you squeezing into the packed pub, side-stepping between rowdy groups of people and looking around. You’re wearing a mid-length skirt, and when you spot the two boys in their booth it swishes around each hasty step.

“Hi,” you breathe, “I’m sorry. They made me start inventory and then I just had to shower and—” Remus stands to offer you some seclusion via the walled side of the bench seat. You wave your rambling apologies away, winded from running around all day. “Nevermind. I need a drink, Remus. Come with?”

“Sit,” he demands softly, “I’ll fetch it.”

You do as you’re told, hanging onto Remus’ words like a takeout fortune, foolishly hopeful that they mean something. If Sirius didn’t demand so much attention, you’d probably turn them over in your head a lot longer, but he really, really does.

“Think you can show us lads up, eh missy?”

Smothering a smile, you stare Sirius down with false bluntness.

“Yep. You’re lucky I even came at all, honestly.”

Sirius laughs, spinning his glass, half empty and through sweating. You realize his drink is the only one on the table.

“I’m surprised you did. You’re so popular, but you stay humble for us.”

“I have to,” you agree, “I could’ve been with people a lot cooler than you guys, but I just felt so bad. You and Remus don’t have anyone else to hang out with now that James is married.”

“Moony, we’re being bullied,” says Sirius, raising his voice a touch to reach the boy in question. Remus places two new drinks on the maple tabletop, sliding in close to you.

“I’m sure we deserve it,” he says, passing one of the fresh glasses off to you. “We’re turning into losers.”

You bring the cool glass to your lips, relaxing further into the familiar booth cushion and eyeing Remus’ new drink.

“Is that your second?”

Remus shakes his head. “My first.”

He tracks your brows as they pull together. They’d been here almost a half hour already.

“I waited for you,” he explains, smiling gently. Your stomach leaps.

“You didn’t have to do that.”

Sirius jumps in, stepping on Remus’ toes.

“That’s what I told him,” he says, “I said you’re too sweet to mind.”

“Don’t listen to him,” Remus says, following up Sirius’ heel. His voice is still wearing the crooning silk he tends to direct towards you. “It’s the polite thing to do. Sirius just has poor manners.”

Across the way, the man in question sputters objections while you try not to laugh.

“I—I’m impolite? I’m impolite! Please. She’s the only one at this table who was late to a hangout one block away from her apartment. I had every right to drink my sorrows away.”

Remus ducks his head and shoots you a cat-like grin, but Sirius isn’t done.

“And it’s not being polite if you’re motivated by a massive crush, Moony, by the way. D’you know he’s wearing cologne?”

You stare at Sirius, because the alternative of looking at Remus (who is flushed beyond measure) is akin to a death sentence.

“Yes,” you admit. You’d smelled it on him when he stood up earlier, a fresh earthy scent that was too sharp to be soap. Sirius points at your face like he’s caught you.

“See? The only people who notice a guy wearing cologne are his miserable best mates, and girls who want to be waited on.” Remus shoots him a glare and he throws his hands up as if to say, sue me. “I’m just helping.”

Remus curses through an exhale and drops his head into his hands.

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[daydreamwritting]

Hey, how are you? Did you drink water today? Go drink water! Alright not taking up too much time I hope! Can you do either Jasper Hale or Spencer Reid coming home to the reader having a nightmare and comforting them? Thank you for writing and posting!

This made me drink water so mission accomplished! This one took me a second but I’m really proud with how it turned out. Hope you enjoy!

“Pain.”

Those were the last words I heard before I felt like electricity was shooting through my entire body over and over again. Unfortunately, I don’t seem to have whatever Bella has to make her immune to some vampires gifts.

I looked over at Jasper, he was shouting something but I couldn’t hear anything as I tried to focus on anything but the pain. It felt so strong like something had ahold of me, as if it could pick me up off the ground like Darth Vader or something. Honestly, I’d take over this any day. Just as it felt like a string was wrapping around my heart and trying to squeeze till it bursts, I hit the hard tiled ground.

I wake with a gasp, my heart was racing so fast I’m not totally sure that I wasn’t having a heart attack. The room was dark, I couldn’t see anything. Was I dead? Is death just a dark empty space?

Before I could think about it any longer, light peeked into the room as the bedroom door opened. I felt a wave of calm overtake me as Jasper was at my side in an instant, pulling me close to him.

“Shhh. You’re alright, Darling.” He holds me as I slowly start to even out my breathing. “I’ll be right back okay?” Jasper said, looking at me concerned.

I don’t blame him, when the nightmares first started I refused to let him out of my sight for hours afterwards. I nodded my head and he was out of the room in a second. I turn on the bedside lamp and kicked the covers off of me. Jasper seemed to flash back into the room, only being gone for about 20 seconds or so. He had a glass of water and a wet wash cloth. I took the glass with a shaky hand and slowly sipped on it while Jasper wiped the sweat off my forehead and neck. The cold cloth felt good on my skin, like a fire being put out. He set the rag aside and walked across the room to open one of the windows, letting in the cool fresh air. I shivered slightly but welcomed the cold. Even during the summer, nights in Forks were overly chilly.

Jasper grabbed the now empty glass from my hand, putting it to the side as he joined me on the queen sized bed. “You know, I wouldn’t have gone through all the effort of putting a bed in here if I knew it was gonna cause you this much trouble.” He teased. “Do you want to talk about it?”

He always asks even though he knows the answer. “It’s the same as always, with the Volturi.” That day was nothing short of a disaster. It’s a miracle that we all walked out of that room.

“They should have never touched you.”

“Technically they didn’t.” I deadpanned. Jasper lightly pushed my face away from his.

“Don’t play smart with me missy. I should have taken out every single one of them the second they hurt you.” Jasper stared at me, with this look he gets every time he’s being serious.

“You would have lost.” I noted quietly, knowing he could hear me. There’s no way Edward, Alice, and Jasper could single handedly take down the most powerful vampires in the world and their guards.

Jasper chuckled and brought his cold hand up to caress my check, his thumb stroking my cheekbone. “Not when it comes to you.”

[mustainegf]

Ok so you know the Until It Sleeps MV?? And how James is covered in mud.. the reader is watching the filming and getting super horny, so they get freaky in a closet after they’re done filming. James is still covered in mud. ❤️🦐

Hello freakster 🦐

I literally told you in dms how scrumdillyumcious this req is

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐌𝐄 ¹⁹⁹⁶

I stood behind the scenes and watched intently as the crew set up the next shot for the music video "Until It Sleeps." The lighting was ominously dim, quite fitting for the haunting song. James was in the middle of it all, his act commanding the video entirely.

He was looking as handsome as ever, though something in the way he moved, a darkness to his eyes that drove me up the wall. I watched him tear off his white tank top, revealing his full chest and powerful arms.

His hands dug into the mud, which he slowly smeared any wiped over his face and chest with those strong hands of his. His muddy appearance, so raw and primitive, made my heart quiver in a way.

I could feel the thudding of my heart against my ribs, my breathing coming a little faster as I watched him. Each claw at himself, every movement was very intense. I just could not take my eyes off of him. The way the mud clung to his skin, delineating his muscles, made me weak with raw desire.

I was trying to focus on the technical aspects of the shoot, but my mind kept coming back to James and exactly how hot he looked.

It was just as the director had called for a break that James’ eyes found me. Our gaze locked, and I knew he could read the hunger there.

He smiled at me, a slow, triumphant gleam, and skin burned up my neck into my face. He wiped his hands down on his jeans and started toward me, not taking his eyes off mine.

"Hey you," he said snickering as he got closer.

"Hey yourself," I replied, trying to sound casual. I failed.

He moved even closer, knowing exactly the thing he was doing to me. "You seem to be really getting into the show."

I shivered at the feeling that simple touch sent through me, my body responding to being just that close to him. "I can't help it. You look so… intense."

He chuckled, his breath hot against my face. "Intense, huh? Is that what we're calling it?"

I bit my lip, not able to look away from him. "You know exactly what I mean,” I playfully rolled my eyes.

The smile grew on his lips, and he rocked back onto his feet with fluid grace, his gaze blazingly hot with need. "You’re comin’ with me, missy.”

He took my hand and off the set we fled. We slid around the crew and on down toward a dark storage room at the back of the building. It was hardly lit, smelled like old equipment, and was filled with forgotten props. The perfect place to disappear for a while.

No sooner had the door shut behind us than James turned to me, grasping my waist in hands that sent little excited shivers up my body.

His lips sucked onto mine like a man starved for a taste of me. I moaned into his mouth as my hands slid up to tangle into his now short wavy hair, still damp with mud.

He was abrasive and quite demanding, his hands all over me as he pinned me back against a stack of crates. His body was against mine, the mud on his chest smudging against my skin. It was dirty and animalistic, and it went on to make me even hotter.

"God, you're so fucking hot," he growled out, lustful. "I've wanted to do this to you all day.”

I could hardly form a coherent thought, let alone a response. All I could do was hold on, my body aching for this beautiful man. "Please, James," I whispered. "I need you."

He didn't require any more encouragement. His hands moved to my jeans, undoing the button and zipper at full force. He tore them down, along with my panties, and I kicked them off, desperate to feel him inside me as his boxers followed.

He lifted me up, and then, supported by his large arms, he positioned himself at my entrance. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck as he pushed hard into me with a cry. My head fell forward against his shoulder with the completeness of being full with this perfect man. My man.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he groaned, his lips sucking down my neck.

He began moving, and my God his thrusts were hard and fast, needing to make this quick before people came looking for him. The impact of each one was more better than the last.

The sound our bodies made coming together, the slick dirty sensation of mud, his grip on my hips, it all just proved too much. I felt like I was going to explode.

"James, oh God, don't stop," I panted, squeezing my gummy walls around his member.

He didn't stop. "You're so fucking perfect," he muttered, his voice raw like it could give out any second. "I love you so much."

"I love you too," I gasped, gripping his muddy body tighter.

I felt my orgasm rising very quickly, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter in my belly as I remembered how he’d looked on set, hot and sweaty, growling and clawing himself with mud. I clung close, my body ratcheting up, and then I was cumming, my orgasm smacking me over the face.

"James!" I cried out, my back arching to press my chest against his muddy one.

He held me close, just driving into me over and over. "I'm gonna cum," he groaned. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum inside you..."

"Yes, yes, please," I begged, my body shuddering with aftershocks and overstimulation.

He came finally with a last, deep thrust and groan, spilling his seed deep within. He buried his face in my neck, his hot breath almost melting my skin as he smushed his face into me. We just lay like that for a long moment, our arms and legs tucked tight around each other.

Finally, he pulled back, gaze meeting mine. He brushed a lock of hair from my face, his touch oh so gentle. "You okay?" he asked softly.

I nodded, my face breaking into an exhausted smile. "Yes.. yes... I love you, James."

He smiled back at me, his eyes full of love. "I love you too, baby… that was fuckin’ amazing."

Finally, we knew we really needed to get back on set, but for now, we were content to just be together.

Now, as we finally pulled away and began to dress, he still looked sexy as hell. James glanced over, his brows furrowing as he look see at me with a chuckle.

“What?” I ask, awkward slipping into my panties.

James licked his thumb, grabbing my face and wiping my cheek. “Got some mud on ya…” he laughed.

[twola]

Really enjoying these requests so I thought I’d throw one in! Could you do something with a sub Arthur? Like whiny, begging arthur? Thank you:)

Oh, why yes, our boah as a sub? It would be my pleasure.

Here’s a shorty for you!

The Fine Art of Knot Tying

Arthur Morgan x F!Reader Smut (18+), MDNI

In which Arthur regrets teaching you how to tie a double overhand knot.

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“Y’know,” He grits hoarsely, “I didn’t teach you so you could do this.”

You laugh, your finger tracing along his bearded jaw, mussing the short hair there as he tries to pull his face away from your hand.

“How am I supposed to be able to do it without practice?” You raise your eyebrows at the last word, your tone dripping with insinuation.

“Maybe you should find somethin’ else to practice on.” He scowls, narrowing his eyes as your hand moves to run through his hair, honey blonde and nearly touching his neck. 

“Hush, you won’t be complaining when I’m done with you.” You pull sharply at the hair at the nape of his neck, and he sucks in a breath as his head jerks backward.

You trace your hands down his neck, across his shoulders, and up his broad and muscled arms, his tendons taut as you reach his wrists, hopelessly tied and bound above his head to the tree trunk he’s reclined against. You cannot keep the smirk from your face as you lean over him, tracing back down his arms to his neck, finally placing one finger beneath his chin to tip his face upward.

You stoop closer to him, and he closes his eyes as his tongue darts out to wet his lips quickly. Only inches away from his face, you snicker when he leans forward, trying to catch your lips, only to be just out of reach. His eyes shoot open and a frustrated whine escapes his mouth as he tries to chase you back, but he is unable to as you pull away due to the bindings.

“C’mon now, don’t be cruel, missy,” He rumbles, scowling again as you run your hands down his chest, down his abdomen.

“Cruel? Why, Arthur, that’s not kind of you.” Your hand hovers above the waistline of his pants, pausing for a moment before your fingers move to start unfastening his suspenders. 

“Darl- what-” He pants, realizing what it is that you’re doing when both of his suspenders hang limply on his chest. His cock also realizes what you’re doing as your hands move to the buttons of his trousers, slowly unfastening them and pulling his shirttails up, exposing his lower abdomen and hips.

You look at him, a devious glint in your eyes as your finger lightly traces the trail of dark, wiry hair from his navel to where it begins to curl, just below where his pants lie.

“Please,”  He grits out, his hips straining upward as you trace circles against his exposed hip.

“Please what, Arthur?” You muse, tracing your fingers along his rapidly hardening length through the denim that separates your skin from his.

He groans as you peel away the fabric of his pants, exposing his pelvis to the cool air, his cock springing upward when it is finally free of its bindings. 

“Please, darlin’, please touch me,” He whines, sucking in a loud breath as your hand traces along his length, the hard, reddened inches of him hard as steel and starting to weep at the tip.

“Like this?” You wrap your fingers around his length firmly, and stroke up and down painfully slowly. Beneath your grip, you can feel the pumping blood along the prominent vein that traverses his length.

Arthur moans, needy and low, watching your hand move over his length, the head disappearing between your fingers as you glide upward.

“What do you want?” You ask in a sickeningly sweet voice, slowing your strokes to an agonizingly slow clip.

“Any- anythin’, just please, please-”  He throws his head back against the tree trunk, his hips jerking upward as he tries to find some relief against your hand.

“Arthur. Come on. You gotta tell me what you want, my love.” You smile as you fully lean over him, pressing your lips against his neck, and he groans again as you squeeze him.

A slick pump of his cock makes him whine out loud.

“Just - fuck, just let me come, please, sweetheart-” He is cut off as you pump his cock again, speeding up as your grip twists slightly on the downstroke.

“Mm, alright, alright. Keep making those noises for me and we have a deal.” You whisper, teeth moving to nibble on the lobe of his ear and he shivers as your hand picks up the pace. Arthur groans as you settle in to sit next to him, panting like some crazed animal, mouth hanging open and pupils blown wide.

Your other hand dives into his union suit, cupping his full and heavy testicles, squeezing gently in time with your strokes, and his hips buck upward uncontrollably. His breathing devolves into hoarse pants as he watches your small hand work him. Arthur strains against the ropes above his head, cursing as the knots you’ve tied are strong - of course they are, he taught you how to tie ‘em.

You lean against his shoulder, hands working him, fully enjoying how you are making this mountain of a man gasp and whine and squirm. Maybe you should do this more often. The seam of your bloomers is damp as you squeeze your thighs together, but as Arthur turns his head toward you and you look up at him, you’re fine with getting your pleasure later. You’re sure, after he recovers from this one, he’ll return the favor.

His eyes flutter shut as he grits his teeth, bucking upward hard, pulling on the rope again in some vain attempt to free himself.

“I’m gonna - fuck - darlin, ngh-” He whines out, grunting as you speed up your stroking and squeeze at him.

“Come for me, Arthur.” You mewl in a low tone, and with the permission you’ve given, he’s gone.

You slide your hand upward, over the head of his cock, and your palm closes around it as he explodes, his spend coating your skin as you gently squeeze his emptying testicles.

He’s panting, whining, grunting, mouth open, and pupils blown as you work him through his orgasm, leaving him a shaking, spent mess by the time his cock ceases its twitching. 

You reach into the pocket of your skirt and pull out a handkerchief, wiping your hand of his milky spend before you move to clean him off - he hisses at the sensitivity of his still-hard cock, and you chuckle to yourself as you lean in over him to catch his lips in a kiss, which he heartily returns, sitting up from his reclined position as much as his bindings would allow. 

You pull back, smiling, as your hand leaves him. Sitting up on your knees, you lean up to start untying the knots binding his wrists above his head, “These held well, you’re a good teacher, cowboy.”

He grins, in a dopey, satiated way, up at you.

“I have a few more lessons for ya - you know there’s dozens o’ kinds of knots, right?”

[fuckyeslilkim]

Lil Kim's Squat Pose Is Iconic. Its Photographer Discusses it for the First Time

In a rare interview, Michael Lavine discussed the day he shot Lil Kim’s Hard Core cover, the booklet, and that feisty, nearly 30-year-old poster we just can’t get enough of.

Even though Michael Lavine has photographed OutKast, Ghostface Killah, JAY-Z, Missy Elliott, Foxy Brown and many others, he didn’t start out capturing larger-than-life rap acts. Like multiple moments throughout his career, he just fell into the next phase of artistry, which was deifying a generation of Black storytellers.

Lavine’s interest in photography goes way back. He led his high school’s yearbook committee as the head photographer. Soon after, at Washington’s Evergreen State College, he studied traditional street photography in the style of Robert Frank and Garry Winogrand. While in Washington, he befriended the group responsible for the record label that became Sub Pop, and documented a then-emerging sound that, to this day, continues to inspire chart toppers. He wasn’t interested in being married to any particular genre or group though, because boxing yourself in isn’t the move. “I just never felt comfortable kind of being pigeonholed in anything to my own detriment. It's not good for business to do that,” he said. “You're supposed to kind of dive in, not pull away. But that's just how I was wired. I wanted to do my own thing.”

After fostering the trust of music industry greats (“I started working for Rick Rubin. He was one of my first clients and he hired me to shoot a bunch of his Death American acts because he was starting to do metal at that time,” Lavine recalled) and becoming a Black Book highlight, he fell into shooting some of the biggest rappers on the scene. His knowledge of capturing Black talent helped. “I was very good at skin color and doing warm skin tones and lighting people,” he said. “For some reason, I think there was this problem with white people who didn’t understand how to light Black people, which was just ridiculous.”

In short, he came, he saw, he snapped. Legacies were cemented in the process, most notably with an image of one of the greatest female rappers that has become one of hip-hop’s most beloved and recreated photos — Lil Kim’s iconic squat seen ‘round the world.

Below, the retired photographer gave Okayplayer a rare interview where, for the first time, he discussed the day he shot Lil Kim’s Hard Core cover, the booklet, and that feisty, nearly 30-year-old poster we just can’t get enough of.

This interview, which took place over multiple conversations, has been edited and condensed for clarity and length.

When did you first meet Lil Kim?

The date was 7/30/96. The anniversary just passed.

What was your first impression of her?

My impression overall was she was not like she is, as in the present. She was very quiet and under the thumb of Big Un. Remember Big Un?

Are you talking about Lance “Un” Rivera?

Yeah. He was there. He was the man in charge of her and was kind of in control of the shoot. Kim didn't say a word. I don't think I spoke to her once about anything, but we had a nice rapport in front of the camera. She was great and we made a lot of pictures together, but I felt like there was this circus going on around us and it was just me and her. You get this intimate bond with your subject a lot of times. She's in her lingerie and rolling around on a bed. So, I was trying to be my normal, respectable self, and being professional and making the images with her in tandem.

I would direct her like, "Let's try this. How about coming over here? What if we lean this way?" There were a lot of sets. We had rented a brownstone in Manhattan probably. It was a couple floors. It might have been two floors. So there was a bedroom, a little balcony, a fireplace, and those big doors.

I interviewed Kim last year and she told me she just kind of dropped into the squat pose naturally.

It was very spontaneous. When you're doing photo shoots, at least when I was working, it was an organic process and you let things happen. It's like a creative flow. Whenever you have a creative director there holding out a [composition] like, "Here, do it like this," it just was always bad and kind of nothing. It was like the safest way to get whatever it is that they had in their minds. But to make a great photograph you have to let things happen. You just have to go with it.

There was no layout for her to do that pose. It just was natural. Part of it, I spent a lot of time low angle, meaning I was always kind of lying on the floor, crouching down myself. So, it's possible that one of the reasons she did it was because I was probably sitting on the floor looking up at her because that's kind of how I do. My style was based on the hero, meaning my job was to make people look like heroes with iconic style.

My style was based on making people look cool and giving them lots of options. So, we would take a lot of different kinds of photographs. I used different kinds of lighting. We moved very quickly. A lot of things happened and it was very much an exciting experience. Somebody had a set prop person there bringing flowers. For the cover shot, we had all those flowers in front of the fire, and the bear skin rug we brought that in. It was a normal hip-hop shoot. I was intimidated. It was a very hard day. Everybody was being kind of tough and intimidating, and nobody would talk to me.

Were you scared?

I was never scared, but they all had guns. It's not that I was scared..scared is not the right word. It's more like I felt kind of out of place a little bit. I didn't even speak with Kim. I was dealing with Un mostly, and Un had a lot of ideas. So we were trying to do all the things. I was getting coverage for him. He wanted to have her hold the honey bear. Remember, there's a shot of her holding a honey bear on the black satin sheets? We had a lot of props. I had a props guy. His name was Jerry Schwartz. He was very good and we had brought a bunch of stuff.

So, for example, I remember Puffy came in for a shot and I did one shot with Puffy and Kim together. And Puffy, I worked with him many times. He didn't even say hello to me.

I was just like, “Really? Do you have to be that way? You're so cool you don't want to embarrass yourself talking to the photographer, actually acknowledging him?”

I never really felt at home around Puffy. I think at that time, because I don't think he's like this anymore, but at that time he was — and I know this happened to several other people that I've witnessed throughout their careers — they're really striving. It's very hard at the beginning and they'll push, push, push. They're just about their thing and they don't care about you. So, he was yelling at everybody all the time.

On set that day?

Not that day. Other days.

Oh, just in general?

Just in general. Barking orders. But that day he came in briefly and we did the shot and then he left. There's one shot, I don't know if you've seen it, of them together on a wall. I don't even know why he was there. I can't remember. He had something to do with the record, I guess.

"There was no layout for her to do that pose. It just was natural," Lavine said of the image.

The image came out as the poster, “Lil Kim Coming Soon.” When you're there that day, you have no idea what images are going to stand out. Zero. There's just no way anyone could know. It isn't until there's time to contemplate the session when you edit it and you start to live with the images. And the graphic designer who, I can't remember who it was. Maybe you can find that out.

Maybe.

Let's see if there's a name on here. I don't know. Big Beat records? I don't know who that would've been. Atlantic maybe? I think it was Atlantic Records, no?

Lil Kim was [signed to] Atlantic.

It was Atlantic? Maybe it was, I don't know who it was. Liz Barrett? There were a bunch of people in the Atlantic art department at the time. I could probably look at the invoice.

Do you still have the invoice?

I don't know. Let's see if I do. '96...

If you do, you're the best records keeper of all time.

Yeah, there's Kim and Puffy right there. I have the whole job here. Ed and Carl were my assistants. The location was 24 West 10th Street. That's where we shot it. Here's something for you. Ready for this?

Yes.

So, these are notes from my conversation with the manager. "Little Kim. Female. She's the other woman, somersaults in bedroom, not raunchy. Doorway of bedroom, satin sheets. Blouse, undone. Honey in hair, on bed and on phone. Down pants. Unbuttoning pants. No whips and chains. Classy, sexy, lush, lustful. Candles in the background. Fruits and chocolates." There you go.

The notes Lavine was given prior to the Lil Kim shoot.

So, those were the notes that you were given before the shoot?

Yep. Those were the notes I was given before the shoot.

"Not raunchy" really stands out because I think you conveyed that.

"Not raunchy" — peekaboo, sexy shit.

Oh, man. Well, you did it. You accomplished the goal. And that actually flows really well into my next question, which was what do you believe they were trying to convey with the shoot?

It was funny that they hired me because I was known for not exploiting women in my photos. That was one of the reasons I didn't ever shoot women because back in the day, you were expected to shoot women with clothes off. I refused to do that and I never did it. I think this crouching picture was the raunchiest picture that I had ever done. Actually, that's not true. I did one once. But it was not my normal style, shall I say.

But also, it's an empowering image. I just generally felt uncomfortable sexualizing women throughout my career. That shoot was uncomfortable for me because I had to do that, and I think she was a little unclear as to what she was doing herself. I have no idea. I didn't talk to her. I'm not sure what she was thinking. Years later, I talked to her because we were both well complaining about this image being bootlegged.

She did mention that during our interview. That people were making t-shirts and making their own memorabilia.

It's completely illegal what they're doing, and it's got to be the most bootlegged image of mine. It's like whack-a-mole, you can't stop them. You send out your lawyers and then they just shut down and open with a different name. I could probably go out, spend some time and sue them all and she could, too. Who has time for that? If you have a lawyer and you have a lot of money, you could do that.

That sounds like a lot.

I mean, it's unfortunate. But she was talking about trying to do some merch of her own. The smart thing to do would be to get a deal with Merch Traffic or somebody that does merch, and then they would take care of trying to squash the illegal competition. But I thought that she was going to maybe have that happen this year, but I haven't heard from her.

But the image is just getting more and more famous. It's funny, you never know what kind of resonance an image is going to make and impress upon the culture at the time when you make it. It's rare that there's an instant classic. It's very hard to have that kind of impact these days just because of the nature of social media. Back then, there was a poster and that poster was the only poster. There was no other place to see it but the poster.

Now, it's everywhere.

That image really stands the test of time. Very few images stand the test of time like that image that I've worked on. It's one of my more recognizable images and I have a lot of them.

You do.

So, what can I say? It was a perfectly nice day. She was lovely. We had a nice rapport. The pictures came out great. I continued to work for many years after, and I'm retired now.

What made you jump into hip-hop photography?

Well, that's a funny question because I think my whole life, until recently, has been me falling into things that I wasn't planning on. I was driven to do photography so I was on that path. But if you would've told me my senior year, my fifth year of college, I was going to be shooting rock bands for a living for the rest of my life, I would've said, "Really?" I would've had no idea. But that fifth year [of college] I got a job to shoot a rock band and it just turned into —

The rest of your life?

It turned into the rest of my life. I never said, "I'm going to be a rock photographer." I never said that until I was one. Then, I had no plans on shooting hip-hop. It was an up-and-coming market at the time. I didn't know anything about it. I was friends with Kurt Cobain hanging out at rock shows, and really was unaware of a lot of hip-hop.

I did some hip-hop jobs early. I shot De La Soul, who I loved. I shot a few bands and hip-hop acts that were popular around that time. I got to know a lot of people in the business over time because I worked in it for so long. I was really close with Groovy Lou, who I loved as a stylist. June Ambrose. A lot of people.

But this was a defining moment. That shot, that poster when it came out, it made a lasting impact. It's still gaining speed. At that time, nobody knew who she was.

Did you know who she was?

I might've heard her name but not really. I just got hired on jobs. That's how I learned about people. I listened to the record before anybody else heard it. I got it first. But a lot of people were that way — I would learn about them on the job. That's how you learn because if I'm shooting 100 jobs a year, I don't have time to do anything but the job that's in front of me.

Did you listen to the album before the shoot?

Oh, I'm sure, of course. I don't remember the exact moment I listened to it but I always did. But that was part of the job, and we listened to it all day long during the shoot because that's what we did.

When did you realize that photo was really making waves?

Well, I think it happened over time. Obviously, the poster immediately was like, “OK, that's intense.”

Was it everywhere? Was it all over town?

It was everywhere. And when the poster came out it was powerful. It was a dramatic statement and it sent shock waves immediately. It was clearly influential at the time, I will say that. It was shocking and effective. It put her on the map.

Do you think it put her on the map more so than the cover?

Oh, yeah. The cover, who knows what the cover looks like? Nobody does.

[gadriezmannsgirl]

Own The Pitch -P.G

Dear anon, I had a little trouble whilst writing, I had the "Publish" thing on and not the "Save draft" thing. So when I went to look for a Pablo pic, I pressed the button to "save" my work and it published 😭☠️ I had to delete it!🥴😭 I hope you see this and tell me what you think of the fic😊 I couldn't help but associate this request with Gender Reveal's world.

ALSO KNOWN AS GENDER REVEAL (5)!

Summary: It's time for Helena to own the pitch

You smiled watching your fourth year old daughter, Helena, run around the whole pitch with her father behind her as she tried to "escape" his ticklish hands, her laughter echoing the Camp Nou stadium as the guys celebrated another El Clásico win 5-1.

"Helena María, watch out, hija" You said watching how she stumbled a little not really paying attention to it but keeping on playing with her dad.

"She's crazy for Pablo"

"And she's also crazy for her uncle Pepi" Pedro laughed nodding

"How's baby?" You smile remembering the get together of three weeks ago

"Great! It's really good, other than a few morning sickness, constant cravings and several mood swings, we're incredible" You smiled discretly putting your hand on top of your non-visible stomach

Baby two was 15 weeks old, your tummy wasn't visible, barely starting to appear and it could be appreciated when you were on bra and panties, something that only Pablo got to see being honest and not always in a sexy way.

"What do you think it'll be?"

"A little angry bird has told me that he, along with all of the team, wants it to be a boy" He laughs "And I would like to be a boy too" You smile taking your hand off your stomach "But I won't mind either if it's a girl"

"As long as it's healthy" You nod smiling

"That's the most important thing"

"Mami, I can kick just like papi!" Helena said coming over to you both, high fiving Pedri and kissing his cheek, before grabbing your hand "Wanna see it?"

You wink to Pedri as he smiled ruffling your hair lightly, and you picked Helena up making your way towards where Pablo was playing with the ball

"Next female football player I heard?" He stopped playing looking at you both with a smile on his face

"Amor, you shouldn't-"

"Let me enjoy it while I can" You cut him off talking about lifting Helena up, he raised his hands lightly

"Papá, vamos a enseñarle a mamá mi tiro" She got out of your hold taking the ball from his dad's feet

"Ready, ladybug?" She nods and kicks the ball a little to hard because it goes straight to Pablo's face but he dodged it easily "Maybe try to not hit it that much, Lena" You laughed at his face

She did several times that shot until Ter Stegen came with a smile

"Nice shot, Lena. Think you can do a goal with me in front?" She looks at her dad

"Can I?" Pablo nods smiling

"It's the same like you play with me at home, ladybug. You think you can score against Ter Stegen?" She looks at you

"It's what you and daddy do all the time, bonita" You say smiling at her and then she nodded

"I think I can" She mumbles playing with her fingers while looking at Ter Stegen

"You think?" She furrowed her eyebrows not sensing the playfulness in Marc's words

"I know I can"

"Then let's do this" He clapped his gloved hands and winked at you both.

"Mami, can you tie my hair, please?" She asked after pushing it back several times only for it to end up on her face again. Pablo and you raised your eyebrows at each other surprised.

"She's tying her hair" You said laughing

"She got that from you" He said as you blushed, whenever you got competitive you pulled your hair up in a bun or ponytail.

"THE MISSY IS TYING HER HAIR UP!" One of the guys yelled "THIS IS GETTING SERIOUS!" You looked over and saw Alejandro Balde, being the owner of the attraction of the lads. Pablo joined and started talking to Helena on how to do shoot the ball into the net besides teaching her how to several times.

He spoke it the little girl's ear acting as if they were playing a real match, with the tapping their mouths with their hands and everything.

The guys were forming a circle and they were still a few of the fans recording the moment.

"Whenever you're ready, ladybug" Pablo said stepping backwards to be next to you, hugging you by the waist as you wrapped yourself against him watching your daughter prepare to shot.

She looked behind you and you both did thumbs up, she smiled and ran to kick the ball.

You knew that little girl had power in her legs whenever she kicked while being inside of you.

The ball flew flying hard at first but then it lost force, meaning Ter Stegen could easily stop her ball. But he didn't.

Instead, he throw himself a bit later, acting as he didn't know where it could go and preparing himself for it, to the floor letting the ball pass underneath his body by centimeters. The ball hit the back of the net and instantly roars were heard in the whole stadium. You and Pablo ran towards your babygirl, congratulating her as the guys cheered and hugged you three

"Helena owns the pitch!" Ansu had yell being followed by Robert, Pedri, Alejandro, Eric, Ferran, Torre, Raphinha and soon everyone was chanting it

"Looks like we've got a potential football player in our lives" Pablo said as you smiled nodding watching Helena in Ter Stegen's shoulders

"I never doubted her kicking skills" Pablo laughed knowing what you meant

"Hopefully this one isn't that hard on you"

"Are you kidding? I've got the feeling if it's a boy it'll be worse than ever" Pablo laughs hard once more shaking his head you felt him kiss your cheek

"I can't wait for Baby to be here with us" Pablo murmured as you hummed leaning into him "I can't wait for this to happen over and over again"

Your eyes locked with Helena's, her happy smile instantly making you smile and heart swell in happiness. You loved your family.

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Taglist: @gaviypedrisbride @stuckinaf4nfiction @elijahslover @azzpenswrld

[b4mpyre-k1zz3s]

I Don’t Get It

Bam gets a proposal to do a photoshoot for a certain magazine with his girlfriend, Y/N, and she couldn’t be happier!

Bam Margera X Fem!Reader

(Fluff)

2.2k Words

Warnings: Extremely suggestive content, injuries, nudity, bimbo Y/N, crude language, kissing, lingerie, jealousy

An: Happy Valentine’s Day! This is the first non request fic from me in a while! XD While doing research for the Bam wedding fic, I got to rewatching Unholy Union, so this fic was inspired by the Playboy photoshoot Missy was in in episode 4! This moodboard by @princessthatcantfuckingsleep also reminds me a lot of Y/N in this one lol XD If you want an idea of how far ahead I write these fics, this was also inspired by the fact that I got an official Bam skate deck for Christmas!! So cool! Anyways, thank you for all of the requests and please keep sending them in!!

Getting calls from the hospital at midnight about Bam was a part of your routine but that didn’t stop you from rushing over every time to make sure your boyfriend was okay. You’d sit in the waiting room, anxiously filing your nails or fixing your lipstick in the mirror of your blush compact before a nurse called you up- you were in there so frequently for him that they knew you by name. A couple night shift nurses in their blue scrubs and ugly rubber hose-off clogs would shoot you dirty looks, but the notion that it was inappropriate to have your tits out in a hospital never really seemed to bother you.

She showed you to a room and you tottered in on your stilettos, your eyes going wide as you flicked the light on, “Oh my god- Bam!” There was your boyfriend, laying back on a gurney in a paper gown with his arm in a sling, a sight you had seen many times before. Hurrying over to his side, you sat on top of the sheets and threw your legs across his thighs. The pained grimace that Bam was wearing from his broken elbow was replaced with a grin as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him to your chest, “I was so worried about you! What happened?”

“Mmm…m’feel like shit, babe.” Bam murmured from your cleavage, his voice hoarse as he looked up at you with bags under his eyes, “Fell off the skate ramp’n busted my ass. ” You reached up, cupping his face in your palm and smoothing a shiny, bubble gum pink polished thumb over his cheek as machines in adjacent room beeped softly. At least he didn’t hurt that cute little face of his, you thought, but your heart still ached. Pouting, you cooed, “You have got to be more careful! I swear, next time you break that elbow, it’s gonna turn to dust!” Bam snaked a free arm around your waist, pulling you closer as he shot a glance back at the judgy nurses and mouthing something to them about taking a picture because it would last longer.

“You should really be more careful on your roller skates if you keep getting hurt like this!” Turning back to you at the sound of your voice, Bam paused for a second and blinked in disbelief, “I don’t roller skate, Y/N. I’m a pro skater.” You nodded, smiling as you gave him a peck on the cheek, “Yeah, that’s what I said!” You had been dating for well over a year and you still hadn’t gotten that down. Still, Bam couldn’t be mad at you- you were just too cute to annoy him.

Reaching up to run a hand through his black curls, you sighed “Anyways, is there anything I can do to help you feel better?” Bam thought for a second but dismissed the first idea he had though he knew you’d be more than eager for it. He groaned dramatically, wincing, “You know, I’d kill a man for some McDonald’s right now.” Nodding over to the untouched tray of hospital food on the bedside table, he chuckled a bit at your look of shock, “Are they really feeding you that?” You gawked at the gray, unseasoned slop on the tray in horror. If you didn’t know any better, you would swear those doctors were trying to poison him! Pulling him close again, you sighed, “Oh, you poor thing…” Bam knew that he, a grown man, would be perfectly fine without you treating him like a baby bird with a broken wing, but he couldn’t deny that it felt pretty damn good. Sitting up, his lips met yours in a sloppy and gross PDA kiss. This was how you showed your love to each other, much to the annoyance of everyone around you. Some couples go to art museums together or see plays- you and Bam just ate each other's faces.

If there was one thing that could make Bam feel better, it was his girl, so he decided that as soon as he got out of the hospital, he would take you to the mall as payback for your hard work at getting him back to health. The whole time you were right by his side, compassionately listening to him whine about how he wouldn’t be able to skate for at least a month and bringing him your “homemade” baked goods to lift his spirits. Bam couldn’t ask for a better girl, even if you did forget to take the chocolate chip muffins you “baked” for him out of the plastic package you bought them in before you visited him.

☆彡

The two of you were quite the odd couple- here you have this cool rockstar bad boy with this bubbly little thing hanging on his arm. It could have been the navy blue sling around Bam’s arm (the one that wasn’t glued to your lower back, handy for when guys would ogle you) or how your skirt barely covered up the last inch of your ass, but it was most likely the smattering of blotchy, wine colored hickeys on your neck and chest that caused people to stare at you. Your boyfriend was a jealous man, and even though he thought guys who got all pissy when their girlfriends showed a little skin were idiots, he still liked to show people who you belonged to. Plus, you didn’t care that you rarely left the house without them because you didn’t mind getting them.

Sitting on the shiny metal bench at some shoe store with tissue filled boxes crowded around you, you examined one of the many pairs of heels Bam picked out for you. You originally had your eye on a pair of bright blue see-through kitten heels you saw in the window, but as things tend to go, you got a bit carried away. The pair you held, feeling the sticky black patent leather of the seven inch heel, came out of a box with the word ‘Pleaser’ written on the side in curly cursive. They were stunning, but you had some concerns, even while you stared at them with stars in your eyes, “Oh, Bam, I'm not sure if I’d be able to walk in these…” He shook his head at your hesitancy, grinning, “Don’t worry about it. You like ‘em?” With a bit of hesitancy, you nodded, and he wordlessly took them from you, putting them back in the box, “Then we’re getting them.” You giggled, leaning forward to kiss him on the cheek.

Usually Bam was pretty sensible with the stuff he picked out for you, but there was something odd about him today. Normally, your wardrobe was all pink pink pink, but the low rise leather mini skirts and vampy purple lingerie sets from Spencer’s (among other things) that your boyfriend paid for struck you as strange. As you sat down at one of those mall coffee shops together, you decided to finally ask the question, holding back giggles, “So, what’s all this for?” Bam looked down at the mountain of bags piled at your feet nonchalantly, then shrugged at you with a grin, “What? I’m not allowed to splurge on m’girl once in a while?” This was really exceeding good boyfriend behavior. You took a sip of your white mocha blendy coffee drink, “I mean, like- yeah, but this is just so much! There’s gotta be some reason you’re doing all this.”

He leaned back in his seat, looking left, then right, before leaning in and dropping his voice like he was about to tell you a secret, “Well, I got contacted by this magazine to be a guest photographer for a photoshoot, and they want you t’be in it.” God, your face just lit up. You were going to be in a magazine- an actual, real life magazine! You couldn’t believe it! Your eyes widened as you splayed your shiny acrylics on the table in disbelief, “Wait, really? Like, really really?” He nodded, smirking all cool at how giddy you got. In your excitement, you leaned across the table and accidentally grabbed his sling arm. Bam gasped in pain and you jumped back, clutching your hands over your mouth, your eyes going wide as some people turned to look at the spectacle you were putting on, “Oh my god- I’m so sorry!” But you quickly forgot about it and went back to your previous excitement while he was still recovering, “But what is it? What magazine? Vogue? Cosmo?” Your boyfriend chuckled at your eagerness, still clutching his arm as you looked up at him with those big ole eyes before clearing his throat and speaking low, “Well, it’s Playboy.”

☆彡

Ecstatic didn’t even begin to describe how excited you were. All morning before the people from Playboy showed up, you were gushing to Bam about it, following him on his heels like a puppy and prattling on about how excited you were, “I’m gonna be just like those cute girls in the bunny outfits! This is gonna be so much fun- Oh! We could even use some of the lingerie I already have! Wouldn’t that be cute?” Your boyfriend thought back to the frills, hot pink, and cheetah print that filled your underwear drawer- a far cry from the gothic-medieval idea they pitched to him. He smiled, shaking his head, “I had no idea you’d be so down for this…” Most girls generally wouldn’t be, but of course you were- this was the opportunity of a lifetime!

An hour later, the crew was there and you were all done up and dressed, complete with these black leather thigh high boots that took twenty minutes to lace up. Different from how you normally dressed, but definitely not bad. When you were ready, you went outside in one of those fuzzy robes to the set Bam rigged up- this big thing with a fire and knights with swords, very Medieval times. He was fiddling with the camera lense when you came giddily prancing over to him, “Hi, Bam!” Your boyfriend glanced up at you, looking you up and down, “Can I see what’s under that?” Nodding, you slinked the robe off your shoulders. He blinked a few times as he stared at you, shamelessly eyeing you with his jaw nearly in the ground. That tiny corset top did wonders for your boobs, and the rest of the outfit didn’t leave much to the imagination either. After a moment he shook himself out of his trance, looking back up to you, “Alright, let’s get shooting!”

You took photos outside until it got too cold, which frankly wasn't that long considering whoever organized the thing had the bright idea to shoot outside in the dead of November. Heading inside after you, Bam brushed off the dirt he acquired on his pants from having to lay army crawl style to take the photos, “You wanna get a few more?” He cracked a smile, “Maybe with a little less clothing?” Sitting down on the couch in the living room, you smiled coyly and rubbed your arms to warm yourself up as the rest of the crew filtered in, “Oh? Like how much less?” Bam shrugged nonchalantly, adjusting the camera lense as he set up, “I dunno. Naked ‘d be nice.”

“No way!”

☆彡

The two of you came to a compromise- you got to keep your underwear on while you held a hot pink skate deck you found lying around in front of your chest. A great idea on your part- you literally had Bam’s name shamelessly plastered across your tits. “Hey, Y/N? This isn’t Hustler. Can you, uh- little bit higher? Yeah, that’s it.“ Glancing down, you could hear him snicker when you realized you were accidentally exposing yourself. You giggled and blushed a little as you quickly fixed it, “Oh, sorry!” Your boyfriend murmured something to a very confused camera guy about not dating you for your brains.

All those hours of posing in the mirror for nobody but yourself in your bedroom really paid off, you thought, hearing Bam’s murmured comments from behind the camera, “Yeah, that’s it…perfect. Just like that.” Holding back giggles at all the attention you were getting, an idea suddenly crossed your mind. “Hey, Bam!” He pulled away from the camera for a second as you called out to him, a smile playing on your lips, “Let’s do one together!” Shaking his head, you could’ve sworn you saw a bit of color on his cheeks.

“C’mon! It’d be so cute- If you show your boobs, I’ll show mine!” You couldn't help from smirking as you watched him mentally weigh out the options of your very convincing argument. While the other photographers got their cameras ready, your boyfriend tugged off his shirt much to your delight as you happily tossed the deck to the side. It was a fact that you could talk Bam into anything if you asked sweetly enough. Straddling his lap as he sat low on the purple chaise lounge that he bought just for this photoshoot, you waited for the cameras to start flashing before you leaned down, capturing his lips in a sloppy kiss. Maybe you hammed it up for the camera a little, but Bam didn’t have a problem with it. Smiling at the feeling of rough, calloused hands squeezing posessively at your hips, you pulled away slightly, your eyelashes fluttering as you giggled softly against Bam’s lips, “Yr’the best boyfriend ever…”

[elvisgasm]

Thinking about making out with elvis

And he's so gentle beneath you – rough hands soothing over the cotton of your mod dress, bunching and threading his fingers around the soft fabric.

The rough of his sideburns tickles your soft cheeks and pulls gentle giggles from your swollen lips when your lips part against one another.

"Mhm!" You giggle against his plush lips, pulling back some before he's pulling you back into another kiss.

You giggle again and he pinches your side playfully, smiling against your lips as he does so.

"What's so funny, missy?" He kisses you again, heavy eyes set on your swollen lips.

"Your hair tickles me," you pull your bottom lip between your teeth and his eyes follow.

"Oh yeah?" Elvis chides, "does my hair tickle you when I do this?" He rubs the side of his cheek against your own and you squeal. "How about this?" He turns and rubs the underside of your jaw earning an onslaught of giggles.

With a squeal you push yourself away from him, nearly falling off of his lap before he's catching you and settling you back in his hold.

The heart of his laugh pulls you into another string of giggles leaving him to wipe away at tears when the two of you finally settle.

A soft hum warms you and Elvis pokes your side to which you pull your lips into an ornery pout.

"Awh, don't go poutin'." A large hand lands on your thigh, "don't make me shoot you."

The faux threat illicits a girlish squeal and you're suddenly backing yourself out of his lap to stand in front of him.

"Now go upstairs n' get ready fr'bed." He waves you off, moving to pull a box of Marlborough from the side table.

"Wanna stay up with you though." You run the sole of your socked foot up and down the front of your shin.

Elvis gives you a look that you read almost instanly. It's his dad look. The look that reads 'don't even try it.'

"M'not in the mood." He mumbles around the filtered cig sitting between his teeth.

"Please–"

"Bed. Now." He meets your eyes under his lashes.

There's a moment where neither of you stare at one another and you can't tell whether you're doing it to further test his patience into forcing you upstairs or as a means to getting your way. You don't pay much mind to it.

Elvis suddenly stands and you're immediately moving to scatter out of the room.

A rough hand comes down to pat your ass softly and you squeal bashfully.

Elvis takes a drag of his cigar with his free hand before pulling the end of your dress down over the curve of your ass.

"Go to bed." He nips at your jaw softly "I'll be up in a bit."

You nearly trip up the vanilla stairs in giddiness.

[babyyweebbitch]

The stupidest/dangerous shit they’ve done with you around them (dad/brother! Characters)

idk why i randomly thought of leon and y/n getting into a helicopter crash (surviving obviously) and here we are 😀 also this was made a long ass time ago, i just never posted it.

content warning : black female reader ; injuries ; RE characters being fucking stupid ; injuries ; bleeding ; fire ; hand burning ; being stabbed (aka carlos being an idiot) ;

Chris “big arms” redfield

Managed to break his nose doing a push-up 🗿

chris was on temporary mandatory leave from work after a mission he was on, he ended up getting hurt pretty bad and the past few months he was resting and sleeping in either the living room or the bedroom. you helped him with a lot of things like bathing, eating and even walking around the entire house while he held onto your shoulders. this was one of his worst injuries he’s had since you were born. recently he’s been starting to get back on his feet and do things on his own, obviously with a little bit of assistance from you. he felt so bad his daughter was helping him do simple things but you told him over and over you didn’t mind at all and that he’s helped you since you were born so you can help him now

“hey hon… do you think i should start working out again?” chris asked you from his bathroom. he was looking at himself and noticed he lost muscle and weight. you were in the kitchen when he asked that and you got up and went to him. you saw he was looking at himself in the mirror and how he kinda looked insecure

“i mean, you’re gonna have to work again in a bit so yeah. i can help you!” you said pretty excited as you did. chris nodded and he thought

“how about i try….. doing push-ups?” he suggested. you nodded in agreement and he went to the living room, moving to the center of the room to get down and do push-ups

“okay, do at least… 5 to start with!” you said, he got into push-up position and he started… 1….2…3….4…5…6…7….8…9…. he started doing more than you said to start off with and you can see his arms starting to shake a bit, remember he hasn’t worked out in months so he lost a bit of strength. after pushing himself up for 10 he fell down pretty hard, face fucking first into the floor. all you heard was

“ow fuck!” come from him and seeing him grab his nose, rolling over to his back to comprehend for a second what just happened and he sat up

“i just told you to do 5…..” you said, not even surprised he broke his nose. the broken noses between you two was a lot. chris opened his mouth to protest but then closed it after he realised you did say to do 5 “mhmm…. oh my god, do you want me to help you?” chris stood up and shook his head before going to the bathroom to take care of his nose.

while he was gone you kinda gremlin walked to the cabinets and climbed onto the counter to grab a snack. you were a fingertip away when chris cleared his throat behind you

“and i told you to stop doing that, missy” you groaned as you got down

“even with a broken nose you’re bossy….”

“not bossy — just worried”

Leon “can’t operate a vehicle without crashing it” kennedy

crashed a fucking helicopter 🗿

so since you were a kid you’ve practically been an agent, since you were a kid you’ve been in so many dangerous situations and dragged into so many missions that you can technically work for the goddamn government. and yet again you were dragged into a week long mission with leon. how you may ask? wrong place wrong time now you’re shooting mfs and fighting for your life

you and leon managed to get a helicopter and escape from a building where (mainly) you were trying to be killed at, you sat in the back while leon flew the helicopter and you sighed thinking it was over finally

“how the hell do i keep getting dragged into this shit….” you asked him, getting up to walk towards him and as leon was about to speak another helicopter hit yours from the side causing you to fall down and leon lose control for a second, after a few seconds of spinning out of control you finally stabilised and you grabbed the closest gun to you and started shooting at the other helicopter and the people inside

“Y/N! what—“ you shot the pilot in the head and the helicopter hit yours once again for a bit, the people who where there started shooting back missing horribly and shooting the back as they crashed. you looked out the helicopter to see what happened and leon lost control once again “fuck fuck fuck!”

“dad! pull it up!” you yelled as you made your way to run towards him but it was already too late as the helicopter hit the side of a building and the first thing leon could think of was protecting you as it crashed so he got up and tackled you to the helicopter floor, holding the back of your head and using his body as a shield just incase something happened.

the next few moments were a blur but the helicopter ended up crashing in the middle of a intersection in the city. you woke up and tried to move but you had a large piece of the helicopter in your thigh and glass in your arm. leon was knocked out cold so you tried your best to drag him to safety even with shit inside your body. you used what you can find in a BSAA truck to take out the stuff in your leg and arm and used what you could to clean the wounds before going to check on leon

he woke up about 20 minutes later to you sitting on the floor with a bottle of water in your hand and bandages wrapped around your arm and leg. he panicked and went to see if you were okay

“Y/N! ow…. fuck..” he grabbed his side and he crawled over to you “what happened?”

“you crashed the helicopter at the intersection over there, i dragged you over here and tended to our wounds” you explained, leon sighed and he looked down

“what happened to your arm…? it’s still bleeding”

“i woke up and there was a piece of the helicopter in my thigh and glass in my arm. i got out most of everything but i’ll live” you stood up and went over to him “can you walk?” he sat there for a second before nodding and you held your hand out to him, you helped him up “good, because we got shit to take care of and i dont wanna do it alone” you handed him his gun and you grabbed yours. leon kinda stood there watching you walk away

his daughter was so badass he felt like an imposter tbh…

Jake “shouldn’t have a motorcycle license” muller

burned cookies then burned himself with the pan 🗿

jake had just gotten home from the store, it was your birthday so he wanted to make you some nice things and decorate the house for you — usually on your birthday he was either on a mission or something so this was the one birthday he was actually home for it. he felt like a horrible brother but you knew he had better things to do. you actually liked being home with your dog and watching movies with him in the living room. jake would call you on your birthday so you didn’t feel like he forgot it and Sherry would even get you some stuff

you were out with your dog just at the park playing fetch with him and giving him treats. you talked to a few people at the park while your dog was rolling around in the dirt with the happiest look on his face. you decided you wanted to go home so you called him towards you and you both started walking home. you didn’t have to put him on a leash because one he didn’t leave your side, even if he saw something and two he was pretty well trained and where you lived you didn’t have to have a dog on a leash if they were well trained

jake was making cookies and frosting the cake he made you, he kinda forgot the cookies were in the oven because he was putting his art skills to the test with the frosting and he was drawing something on the top. the smoke alarm started going off and he turned around to see the cookies were on fire in the goddamn oven

“OH FUCK! OH SHIT!” he panicked and he grabbed the oven mit to grab the pan. he was so stressed tf out right now he kinda forgot he’s supposed to grab the pan with the oven mit so he accidentally grabbed it with his bare fucking hand and yelled out in pain. you opened the door to the alarm going off and smoke so you ran to the kitchen to see what happened

“Jake?! what happened?!” you yelled out to see what was happening, you saw the cake, the burned cookies and the house decorated and you put two and two together. you giggled a bit before putting a mit on and taking the cookies out for him, placing them in the sink and ran the water over them. “jake… you didn’t —“

“i know i didnt have too but i wanted to — ow my hand!” you laughed a bit and grabbed his hand to see what was wrong, you ran water over it and grabbed the first aid kit to tend to his burn

“i know…. thank you jake — it actually means a lot to me to be honest….” you said, keeping your eyes off him as you wrapped his hand with the bandage. you sniffled and then used one of your hands to wipe your eyes. jake saw this and thought he did something wrong

“hey… why… why are you crying, sis…?” he asked, a hint of concern in his voice as he did. he had a soft spot for you since you were the only family he had left so he only showed kindness towards you

“it’s just…. i love this so much… you’re the only person out of all the people i know that actually remembered today” you said as you finished wrap his hand and then you got a tissue to wipe your tears away. jake felt his heart break once you had said that

“did sherry not text or call you?”

“no…. but it’s okay — she’s probably busy or something, it’s fine. as long as i have you and my dog that’s all that matters” you said jokingly and then went to help with the rest of the cooking stuff. after the cooking was done you and jake ate and just chilled around the house. it wasn’t much but you loved it — a lot and you couldn’t ask for anything better

Carlos mop hair oliveira

stabbed himself with a knife he just sharpened like a dumbass🗿 (this is literally a few months after raccoon city, the year is like 1999 now-)

after the events of raccoon city Carlos told jill he had a younger sister that he had stay in the next city while he was in Raccoon city his entire mission, both you and carlos used to live with an old cop named Rob who ended up dying before carlos left for his mission so you’ve been alone in the apartment ever since. carlos called you before he and Jill came back to warn you that a new person was coming.

once they actually came you and Jill got close and carlos was very happy to see you happy so he didn’t do anything to intrude your relationship with jill. whenever jill was home she spent time with you, she even did some of her research with you and you even cracked some cases for her , not because she asked you to but because you had a tendency to not stop doing research about a specific thing until you were certain it was literally everything you can do, she’s said that you can work with her when you’re older and carlos even agreed

one day while Jill was out on a mission you and carlos were home alone just chilling, you were playing on a gameboy on the couch and Carlos was sharpening one of his knifes and humming along to a song that played on the radio, you were too involved in your game so you didn’t know what was happening outside of your gameboy until carlos stood up after sharpening the knife

“ah—ha! finally sharpened! Y/N check this out!” carlos was known to be quite the dumb ass at home so him waving the knife around like he was in a fight with a viking was normal behaviour to you, again — you were too involved in your game so you kinda just nodded and “uh-huh”ed. you looked up to see what he was doing and you sighed

“you’re gonna stab yourself with that….”

“i wont stab myself! i’ll be completely o—“ the upstairs neighbour had dropped something on the floor causing a loud noise, carlos jumped thinking it was something bad but as he jumped he let go of the knife and it stabbed him right in the side of his thigh. everything kinda happened in slow motion to you and once carlos screamed out in pain you finally realised the dumbass himself was wrong

“carlos!” you jumped up from your seat to go and help carlos sit down on the couch, carlos was hesitant about sitting on the couch because he was worried about the blood (and jill)

“why the couch!? why not the floor! fuck!”

“fuck the couch, carlos! your leg is more important!” you snapped at him, kneeling down to look at the knife in his leg. you were thinking about calling jill for a second before you remembered she was on a mission “okay…. uhhhh grab that pillow and look away” you said to carlos. he looked at you with a combination of pain and confusion

“what’re you—“

“just grab the damn pillow and look away, dumbass” carlos did as he was told and that’s when you grabbed the knife, counted from 3 to 2 to give him faulse hope you were actually being nice and yanked that fucker out. carlos who was fully convinced you actually had 100% love for him and was gonna go down to one screamed out in pain and punched the arm of the couch

“you fuckin— oohhhh that hurt! why didn’t you go to one?!” he said kinda muffled in the pillow he started biting, you put the knife on the table before you went to get the first aid kit with all the stitching equipment and cleaning supplies

“because you’re a dumbass — i told you that you would stab yourself with that….”

“so all those times i counted to one and took your bandaids off as a kid didn’t mean anything at that point —“

“all my injuries were accidents and me not having a peanut brain… yours was just because you’re a dumbass” you went back over to clean his wound

“that’s mean…..”

“it’s okay — not all of us have normal sized brains” you reached up to pat his head before going to get the stitching stuff ready. one thing carlos was afraid of was getting stitches and shots. once you had to hold him down while jill gave him stitches on his calf. carlos may look tough but he would rather let a cut get infected or raw dog a cut before he ever gets stitches

“okay, why don’t you slap a bandaid on it and call it a day? the stitches are a bit much”

“carlos, i will call the cops to hold you down, you’re going to the hospital or you hold the pillow and let me do this. either way, you’re getting stitches so pick one”

“call the national guard, bitch”

long story short you literally had cops come to hold him down while you stitched his leg :D

[aboutcustardcreams]

Deals

I'm actually and seriously grieving cuz I finished watching season 10 and I can't believe I have to say goodbye to the Twelfth Doctor and Missy... as if Clara's death hadn't been enough to break my heart. GODDDDD how did you guys deal with the loss?? Here's my coping mechanism xD Lemme know in the comments what you think pls <3

“Remind me why we are here,” Missy is a tad skeptical as she takes in the whole line of charts filled with all kinds of things, among ceramics, statuettes and other ornamental articles, cloths, perfumes, oils, everything and nothing. 

You sigh softly, well aware that there was nothing rousing about it, not to Missy’s standards at least, but it wasn’t necessary to always end up in some life and death situation to live a proper adventure, was it? Obviously, you didn’t ask Missy. 

“Because , why not? I know it’s not your definition of fun, but we don’t always have to fight hostile beings to live an adventure,” you point out, crossing your arms over your chest.

In reply, she hums amusedly. By the glint in her eyes, you were certain she had something to say about it, one of her teasing on the way, “Mhm, I understand it’s a novel to you, but respectfully this is all rubbish.”

The Doctor giggles softly, while your eyes open wide, and a small gasp escapes your mouth, when you make eye contact with a merchant in front of you, frowning at Missy’s words, rightfully offended by her.  

You blush, and try to find something to say to the man, but in the end you only come up with a pathetic apology. Then, you approach Missy, tugging at her arm. 

“Don’t say such things in public!” you scold her, your voice sounds like a hiss, for how whispered it comes out. Missy can’t help but find it cute, you see how her lip quivers, as to keep itself from turning upwards in a cheeky grin. 

“I believe I said respectfully!”, she later says. You snort, “Right. That changes everything,” you deadpan, moving a bit forward to the next charts. 

“Give her a chance, darling. She is trying,” the Doctor intrudes, catching up with you. 

Missy hears him and rolls her eyes, “Like you’re not,” her expression quickly changes when she approaches a curious object, particularly shiny in the light of day. When the Doctor goes to reply, he sees where her interest is focused on and points a finger at her. 

“Don’t you ever think about it,” he adminshes her seriously. Missy puffs up her cheeks before huffing soundly and annoyedly. You lightly shake your head, realizing that what caught Missy’s attention is a sickle sword with a purple linen around the hilt. Funnily enough, it even reminds you of Missy. Cute and potentially deadly in the right hands. Or is it in the wrong ones?  

“Look, I know we don’t need anything from here, but… maybe we can try and make it fun, I don’t know–” you trail off, and point at a little random object you had no idea what was for. It looked like a pencil so you assumed it was to put on makeup, but you could be wrong. “We could negotiate on the price, find a pretty souvenir to put in the TARDIS. It’s pretty plain there anyway.”

“Oh no. No, no, no, no.” His thick eyebrows shoot up right at the moment you mentioned his beloved TARDIS. “I set very few rules to make our coexistence work, and one of these is to not debunk the TARDIS with unnecessary trinkets,” he explains rather slowly, putting emphasis on each and every word, as if he was explaining a topic to a three year old. 

You click your tongue suspiciously, “you just made it up, didn’t you?” you cross your arms over your chest. 

He sustains your gaze for merely three seconds before giving in, “That’s true but that comment called for it.”

Missy chuckles softly, then mumbles under her breath, something about how much of an idiot the Doctor is which causes him to shoot her a glare.

“Come on, all this unnecessary stalling is only a waste of time”, you insist, lightly lifting up your chin. “Pretty please–”, making eyes at both of them, your chin quivers on purpose and your hands clasp to help with your purpose. 

The Time Lady takes a careful step back, “Ah, she is doing it again,” with her brows knit together, her hearts thump in her chest rather annoyingly for her liking. She isn’t sure whether she hates it when you use that card against her, or she lo- likes it. Probably a combination of the two things, if that makes any sense.  

“I know,” he agrees. “It’s a thing among the human race, the eyes seem to… inflate, and the wobbling bottom lip…” When he tries to look elsewhere, purposefully avoiding to meet your eyes, you frown confusedly, having hoped that in a different reaction. 

You try to say something but Missy beats you to it.

“How does she do that?”, she wonders, almost piteously. 

“Excuse me?”, you wave your hand in the hope to grasp their attention, which is already on you, sorta, but doesn’t seem to include you. 

“I’ve always wondered, never found an answer to that,” the Doctor’s game to ignore you cannot last much longer than that.m 

You roll your eyes, and groan a bit loudly this time, sure that you’re never going to get an answer out of them. “Alright, whatever this is,” you trail off, rather annoyingly, “could you two stop looking at me like I have a bug on my face?” 

“That would be less weird,” Missy says with a low chuckle. You shoot her a dangerous glare, and she lifts her hands up defensively, “I’m just joking!”

“Didn’t know you were the type,” the Doctor muses, and you’re sure that if you don’t put a stop to that conversation, they are most likely to start a new bickering, and you’re not sure you’re ready to sustain that, again. “Can we go now?”

It’s Missy to look at you first, when her blue eyes lock with yours, she knows you’re dead serious about this, so she obliges. “I thought being secluded in the vault couldn’t be topped by anything else, but even the best are fallible, aren’t they?” she mutters, but you grasp a hint of a joke in her tone, so you smile at her, knowing how much she is trying. 

“Next time, though, make sure to stop making those doe-eyes against us. And also, that pout of yours has to go,” she lightly pokes your bottom lip, “It’s disturbing.”

Your grin grows bigger, you can’t help it. Those who don’t know her would feel offended by her words, but not you. She has this incredible capability to make all her compliments sound like insults, when in truth they stay compliments and compliments only. A part of you believes it’s still hard for her to completely let go, but to be frank she doesn’t need to, because you see her true intentions all the time, despite feigning annoyance. After all, two can play the same game. 

“You mean, it’s cute?”, you blurt out, feeling bold.

The Doctor gnaws at his lip, and pretends to be minding his business by scratching the nape of his neck. 

“I give you ten minutes to do whatever you want. Don’t make me regret it,” Missy finally concedes, on a completely unrelated note. 

You smile with your tongue peeking through your teeth, “Awesome.” Then your eyebrows shoot up, giving the two Time Lords a clear sign that you just came up with something, “how about whoever makes the best deal wins a prize?”

It’s an easy win considering Missy can hardly refuse the proposal. It adds a little spice to the day. “I’m always up for a challenge,” her velvety voice feels like crawling in your skin as she speaks close to your face. A light blush comes coloring your cheeks and when she spots that, a very smug expression plays out on her face. 

Clearing your throat, you check to see if the Doctor agrees. 

He nods and shrugs at the same time, “I warn you two, ladies, I have a beautiful, well refined dialectic, so you don’t stand a chance against me.” 

Missy almost laughs, “ Please we are women, little boy. And with that I said everything,” she winks at you, making your heart thump in your throat. You wish you had her confidence sometimes, then you remember she is thousands of years old, so you’re probably never going to achieve that. When she stares at you like that, you feel like she is undressing you with her eyes, and a part of you wonders if Time Lords have x-ray vision or something. But you never dared to ask, cause what if it’s true? 

The Doctor flushes hard but hides it well thanks to his sunglasses. 

Slightly slapping her arm, you whisper-yell, “Missy–”. but you’re hardly convincing this time, because your eyes glimmer with amusement and Missy sees the familiar light and cherishes it with both her hearts. 

“No funny business, though,” the Doctor interjects, while Missy’s coy smile hasn’t faded one bit. “Be careful, and keep your eyes open,” you don’t need to look towards him to understand he is talking to you. 

“Noted,” you answer in a monotonous tone, considering it’s not the first time he recommends you to watch out. 

“Aren’t you telling me to be careful, Doctor?” Missy fake pouts, which causes the gray haired man to roll his eyes. Then he reaches into his pockets and pulls out a small golden sack, before throwing it at you. 

“Use these to pay,” he pulls out another for Missy and one for him. You frown wondering if his pockets are bigger inside just like the TARDIS is. “We each have a pouch at our disposal.”

You frown, when you realize what’s inside, “But these are pebbles…?”

He clicks his tongue and grins, “Not to them, no. It’s like my blank business card. It shows them what they want to see.”

“Smart,” you shouldn’t be surprised by how this works, yet you are. The Doctor would never fail to amaze you. 

“We can meet in this exact spot in fifteen minutes, alright?”, after having put aside the pouch, you place both your hands over your hips, ready for some bargains to be done. 

Missy tilts her head to the side and squints her eyes a bit, “You’ve got a problem with your ears, poppet? Cuz I believe I said ten.”

“Oh, come on!”, you actually lost count of all the times you rolled your eyes within that short amount of time. “Live a little,” you stick your tongue out at her. 

She looks puzzled, “she says that to me, Doctor. Can you believe the irony?” 

You keep her gaze, laughing lightly as you do so. She sighs and drops her shoulders, “Fine, let’s do this completely useless activity. But I will decide what goes to the winner.”

The Doctor nods, “I can accept that.”

“Not sure I can,” you stutter out. 

Missy grins then mimics your tone from before. “Come on, poppet. Live a little.” Honestly you should have seen it coming. Her confidence is unnerving and unreal sometimes. But you have no other choice but to accept the deal. 

“Touchè,” you mutter, admitting your own defeat. 

“Oh and don’t let anyone touch your butt,” you wish you had seen Missy’s eyes when she said that, but she had already turned her back on you, probably on purpose, for fear of appearing vulnerable to your eyes. 

The Doctor’s eyes wander over you, with a warm smile he places a hand upon your shoulder, “She cares a lot about you, in her own way,” he mutters very close to your ear not to risk to be heard from her. 

Your frown soon disappears, replaced by a sincere smile, “I know. I care too. For both of you,” you add sweetly, and he squeezes your shoulder a bit in return, “if you need us, scream.”

You make a face, and he raises an eyebrow, expecting an answer out of you. So you sigh and grant him one, “Cross my heart” you fake annoyance, then seeing he is still standing there, you add, “now go!” he rolls his eyes as you playfully and insistently wave him off.

[rapha-reads]

Rewatching The Doctor Falls because Twelfth versus Simm!Master and Missy, and Cyber!Bill and Nardole and Alit... This episode is magnificent.

Also the more I think about it, the more I'm convinced that the Master's regeneration timeline goes Simm then Dhawan and then Missy. And the one trapped in the Toymaker's golden tooth is either Missy or the one just after her. The Toymaker found Missy dying on the floor of that ship while spying on the Doctor and trapped her. It would explain why Dhawan!Master is so unhinged and feral, having gone through Simm!Master, and why Missy is so hell bent on redeeming herself and helping the Doctor, having gone through all the discoveries of the Timeless Child and seen the Doctor's pain and loneliness, and she herself having gone through that pain and sadness. It's how Missy says "it's time to stand with the Doctor" and Simm answers "no! Never!" - that's what Dhawan fights against his whole time - hating and loving the Doctor, ruining her but also detroying her... Missy knew where it was going, she just knew it would take some work.

Underrated friendship of the whole show: Bill and Nardole. "Bill's back", the sheer relief and joy in Nardole's voice when he says that... And then the pure HEARTBREAK on his face when Hazran shoots at Cyber!Bill and Bill says "I understand". It's just. They're pals your Honor.

One-episode only character that deserved much more screen time: Alit.

"Don't be sorry. You were being kind. Nothing wrong with being kind." - I tend to say that Eleventh is my Doctor but really it's Eleventh AND Twelfth. I adore Twelfth.

Bill Potts is the Best, pass it on. Also, Pearl's acting, can we talk about Pearl's acting? The way she moves like a Cyberman, even when she still perceives herself as a human? Robotic movements, rigid spine... I adore Bill Potts.

Eleventh and the Ponds 🤝🏼 Twelfth and Nardole and Bill > making me feel all the emotions and cry real tears and giving me ideas and thoughts. "Which one of is is stronger, Nardole?" - it's the way the Doctor, for all that he dismissed Nardole all series, actually respects and has a lot of consideration and affection for him. Shut up I'm crying, shut uuuuup. "I never will be able to find the words" - *curls up and sobs*

The Cybermen are so much more terrifying than the Daleks...

And then one of the best speech of the whole show. I've quoted it so many times already, but once more because it's seriously perfect:

"Winning? Is that what you think it's about? I'm not trying to win. I'm not doing this because I want to beat someone, or because I hate someone, or because I want to blame someone. It's not because it's fun and God knows it's not because it's easy! It's not even because it works, because it hardly ever does. I do what I do because it's right! Because it's decent. And above all, it's kind. It's just that. Just kind."

I swear, I heard that speech the first time and immediately incorporated it into my morals and values. Just be kind. Do the right thing, even when it hurts. Even when it's hard. Even if it's not going to work. Be kind and do the right thing. That's it. That's everything. "Always try to be nice, but never fail to be kind."

"Without hope. Without witness. Without reward. Pity. No stars. I'd hoped there'd be stars."

"Where there's tears, there's hope."

"I've been through a lot since the last time we met. So I'll show you around." - Bill and Heather. Love them.

"I never want to change again! Never again! I can't keep on being somebody else. Wherever it is, I'm staying. No! I will not change." contrasted with Eleventh's "We all change, when you think about it. And that's good, as long as we remember all the people we used to be."