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[fandom-kiddo]

A/N: ok I pinky swear I will write all your requests but I wrote this in a senioritis daze to make myself feel better. I hope y’all enjoy it!

CW: swearing, Tess and Joel have an irreconcilable fight, panic attacks, hurt/comfort, mentions of known character deaths, grumpy but soft spot for you, female reader, AFAB geared pet names, reader is a crybaby but we love them!(self indulgent if u squint)

Cg! Joel Miller X Little! Fem Reader

Joel didn’t know about your regression until coming up from a run earlier than expected and finding you on his floor in the living room, babbling happily as you played with old hot wheels. He looked in disbelief at your sock footed figure wearing an old t shirt of his and tiny shorts. You look notice of him after a minute, looking up and eyes growing wide. You began to cry and stumble over apologies with a lisp, backing away until you found yourself almost in the corner of the apartment near the radio.

Joel’s eyes softened as he approached you softly and carefully. “Hey little lady, let’s come out of that dirty corner hm? Come here, it’s alright.” His gruff voice said comfortingly. You looked up in wonder, crawling towards him gently and slowly. He crouched down, opening his arms to you. You went a little faster, letting Joel pick you up into his burly arms. Joel thanked whatever god there was that he knew what the hell this was from taking that psych class in college before outbreak day. He held you on his hip, running a hand through your hair gently.

“Hey little one, how old are you right now?” He asked gently. You looked away shyly and held up three fingers. He smiled and placed a soft peck on each finger, eliciting a giggle from you.

“You’re a tiny little bub, okay you wanna take a nap together or do you want me to make something for you?” He asked, smiling. A tiny part of you adult brain thought back on the fact that this is the only time, pretty much ever that you had seen Joel not scowling while awake.

“Uhhh daddy make foods?” You asked, looking up at him. His heart melted at the name and he grinned.

“Sure thing kiddo, I can make you something to eat, How’s grilled cheese sound?” He asked. You nodded happily, resting your head on the crook of his neck, inhaling the distinctly Joel scent of pine, soap, and earth. He sung a song that was stuck in his head softly. You recognized it pretty quickly, humming happily with him to the tune. So there you both were, your head resting on his shoulder as you hummed along with Joel singing Little Girl in Bloom by Thin Lizzy.

You sucked you thumb softly before Joel scolded you slightly. “No honey that’s yucky, you got a pacifier, darlin?” He asked sweetly. You shook you head, little tears rubbing down your cheeks softly as your eyes screwed shut and you tried not breathing to not sob.

Joel quickly set you on the counter, taking off your grilled cheese so it didn’t burn before coming up to you and stroking away the tears with his large, calloused thumbs. He briefly thought your resembled a cherub when you were this small. “Sugar you gotta breathe, come on darlin, breathe for daddy, it’s alright, I can grab you one or a teether honey bee, but you gotta breathe” he said, trying to breathe audibly to have you copy his breathing. You let out a sob as you began breathing, looking up at him as you kept sobbing.

“Good job honey bee, good girl, cmon honey now you gotta calm it down, breathe with daddy” he took a deep breath in, and a deep breath out “cmon babygirl, follow daddy” he encouraged, rubbing your arms firmly and comforting as he began grounding you, your breathing eventually beginning to bring you back down, copying Joel. Joel let out a sigh of relief.

“Good girl, so so well for daddy. You can’t just quit breathing on me honey, it’s okay to cry, it’s not okay to stop breathing, alright? You scare me more with no breathing before ever scaring me with some crying, okay darlin?” You nodded softly, crying slightly and frowning, rubbing your eye roughly.

“Hey, hey it’s okay honey, you just did what you thought was right, no need crying over spilt milk, darlin, we’re both learning, okay?” Joel told you lovingly, kissing your temple.

“Sorry daddy, m didn’t mean to scare you.. I jus gotta be tough or I get hurt” you said softly, lip wobbling.

If Joel’s heart wasn’t feeling cracked already, you broke it.

“Why you say that honey? Who told my little girl that?” He asked, carding a hand through your hair. You shook your head, biting your lip hard.

“Darlin, who said it” he asked, trying to keep levelheaded.

“She’s gonna get in trouble if I tell daddy, m don’t wanna be bad or mean” you said, whimpering.

“It’s okay, you gotta tell daddy these things honey, who’s she?” He asked softly, despite the rage he felt coiling like an angry diamondback in his gut.

“was um.. was ‘ess” you said shyly, curling up on yourself. Joel was speechless. His best friend? He could see you retreating into yourself as you curled in on yourself.

“Okay, thank you for telling me, sugar, let’s get some food in your tummy hmm?” He asked. You nodded softly, Joel restarted the stove and finished cooking your grilled cheese before putting it on a plate and cutting it into four for you. He kissed your temple and helped you into a chair at the bar in his kitchen, letting you eat.

“Daddy eat?”you asked, worried. He shook his head.

“No, daddy hasn’t eaten yet.” He said lovingly, smiling softly.

“Daddy eat wif me?” You ask, feeling smaller. He smiled, wondering to himself how he got so lucky to have such a caring little.

“Alright darlin, let daddy whip myself up one real quick sugar” he peppered your cheeks in kisses and made you giggle. He swears it sounds like a porcelain dinner bell. He smiles fondly, making his quickly before plating it and joining you at the kitchen bar. His was just cut into two. He ate it next to you, you leaning your head into your caregiver as you ate.

“Daddy mad?” You asked softly, eating your square of grilled cheese.

“Not at you darlin, never at you” he said in between bites. He leaned into you slightly.

“Daddy mad at ‘ess?” You asked shyly. He nodded slightly.

“Why did she tell you that, sugar? You know?” He asked gently.

“M was crying cos I was worried n missed you when you went on the run before last n it took longer than it should n she got mad at me for crying n said “stop crying. In this world you gotta be tough. You’re not tough, you’re gonna get hurt or get yourself killed.” N I kept crying cos I was worried n she scared me more n she slapped me..” you said sadly, tiny tears rolling down your cheek. Joel had a new found anger that coiled in his chest like a pissed off rattler at this information.

“Darlin, the only time you can’t cry is infront of the infected. Only gotta be tough until the infected aren’t gonna try and hurt you honey bee. In the QZ or away from infected it’s okay, if daddy says you gotta be tough that’s the only time it’s not okay, okay?” He asked, wiping away tears.

“Mkay daddy” you said finishing your grilled cheese together.

———-

“What the hell is wrong with you Tess?” Joel asked angrily after going to Tess’ apartment.

“What the fuck are you on about now, Joel?” She asked, frustrated.

“Why the fuck did she think that crying is a death sentence? She tried not breathing so she wouldn’t cry until she was getting blue in the face and I had to pull her out of a fucking panic attack Tess!”he said angrily. Tess looked at him and scoffed.

“It’s not my fault the idiot quit fuckin breathing, Joel. I told her to stop crying the run before last because me and you both know that stupid shit gets you killed with the infected.”Tess said coldly.

“She’s not an idiot, let’s get that straight. She might be a crybaby, Tess, but she’s my crybaby. It might get her hurt outside of the QZ around a fucking clicker, but not in here. She thought it wasn’t okay to cry at all. That’s who she is, she’s innocent and sensitive and that’s what I love about her. She doesn’t need you filling her head with this poison telling her not to be herself unless she wants to die. Fuck you, Tess.” Joel seethed.

“Now you love her? Cut me a fucking break Joel. She’s a crybaby and pretty much useless. She can’t handle this fucking world and thinks crying is the fuckin’ solution.” Tess sneered, scoffing slightly.

“Yeah I do love her Tess, and you ain’t got even an iota of right to tell her that kinda shit!”Joel yelled at her.

“What, you think you can save her? Like you were some fucking Clint Eastwood? Like your so good at saving people? Like you saved Sarah-“ Tess jeered.

“Don’t you dare fucking bring her into this! How fucking dare you even begin trying to bring her into this? I confide in you about shit and that’s what you do? What about your husband? Or your kid? I’m the fuck up? I thought we were fuckin’ friends Tess. And another thing, you lay a fucking hand on her again, and I’ll saw it off myself. Your not my fuckin’ friend. You’re fuckin’ dead to me.” Joel seethed like an angry rattlesnake, turning and storming out out of the apartment, slamming the door behind him.

Joel stormed down the stairs, wiping his eyes. He couldn’t believe someone who he called his best friend would stoop as low as to attack his biggest inner demon. He felt bad about it, but she struck that nerve first. He shook his head and instead thought about you, willing himself to find his way back to you as he went through the tattered streets of the QZ.

————-

Joel walked back home, buying a pacifier and a few other little things with his ration cards. He walked up the stairs to find you in his apartment, this time wrapped up in one of his flannels, curled up in bed.

“Did my little honey bee get sleepy? Aw hon, how about you and daddy take a nap together hm?” He asked. You nodded sleepily and reached for Joel. He cooed and toed off his boots and changed into sleep shorts and a worn shirt. He picked you up and got into his bed, pulling a thick blanket over both of you. You remained latched onto him, nose nuzzled into his neck.

“Missed daddy, didn’t wanna cry” you said softly. He smiled softly.

“I was only gone an hour babygirl” he chuckled softly, swiping hair away from your forehead and kissing her forehead.

“M know bu still missed you” you said, nosing at the hollow of his collar bone, wrapping your arms tighter around his middle. He rubbed your back affectionately, holding you tighter.

“If it makes you feel better, sugar, I missed my girl too” he smiled softly. You giggled softly, a part of you fluttering at the pet names. My girl, baby girl, darlin, sugar, little lady, my little honey bee, mine. You almost cried at the pure care and love Joel gave you. You hadn’t even noticed the tears on your cheeks until Joel felt the tears on his neck.

“Why are you cryin, my little honey bee?” He asked sitting up slightly, looking down worriedly.

“Happy tears, Jus’ care so much for me, I’m jus’ so lucky s’all” you said through your wavering voice and sniffles to accompany it.

“You’re my girl, that’s my job, little lady” he smiled fondly, wiping away your tears. You placed your hand over his, placing a delicate kiss to his palm. He cooed and peppered your eyes in little kisses, making your little sniffles turn to giggles.

“Y’know I got ya some gifts while I was out”he said, dragging his knuckles lightly over the back of your arms.

“Daddy got gifts? F’r me? Why?” You asked curiously, looking up at him.

“Just wanted to, sugar” he said softly, a lopsided smile gracing his lips.

“Can I see em?” You asked, nibbling on your thumb.

“Yeah we can go look at em honey, cmon” he said, picking you up as he got up, carrying you to the living room where a brown satchel laid on the table. He set you down on the couch, you reaching for him. He chuckled softly”m right here, darlin, daddy’s not going anywhere.”he said comfortingly, giving you a swift kiss on your temple. You giggled happily, watching as he grabbed the bag. He pulled out a pacifier, handing it to you. You gasped happily, flapping your hands excitedly.

Joel smiled, pulling out a teether, handing it to you. You squealed in excitement. He chuckled softly, pulling out a bottle and sippy cup with Elmo and big bird on it, respectively. Little tears came to your eyes with the fond memories of your childhood when watching Sesame Street.

“Thank yous s’much, daddy” you sniffled, hugging his toned arm.

“No problem, sugar, hold the tears honey bun, I still got another gift for my sweet girl” he said, kissing your forehead.

“‘Nother one?” You asked curiously, Joel hummed in conformation.

Joel pulled out a handmade stuffed animal one of the other ladies in the QZ made. It was a liitle white lamb with a pink ribbon on the neck. “I saw it and didn’t think you had any stuffed animals, and it reminded me of you so much I had to get it for my little lamb” he said affectionately, giving you the stuffed lamb.

You really we’re crying now, grabbing your stuffed lamb and holding it close. You began getting into his lap, burying your face in his chest as you cried.

“Thank you’s s’much, i love it all” you cried, holding onto him so tight, like you were scared he’d disappear. He hugged you tightly, holding you in his burly arms.

“You’re welcome, darlin, you like em?” He asked, running a hand through your hair.

You nodded”I love em, daddy” you smiled, kissing him on the cheek. He smiled, thumbing away your tears.

“Okay darlin I think we’ve had enough excitement that a nap is in order, you want your pacifier?” He asked.

You smiled, nodding happily as he put the pacifier in your mouth. You clicked the silicone against itself, getting used to it. He smiled at you, rubbing your cheek affectionately. You leaned into the feeling, suckling at your pacifier, feeling yourself get sleepier at the comforting item.

“Okay sugar, let’s get us to that nap, little lady, you got your lamb?”he asked, smiling slightly at your droopy eyed, relaxed face. You nodded sleepily, rubbing your eye before wrapping your arm around his neck, holding your lamb in the other hand. Joel got up, hiking you up on his hip. He kissed your nose, smiling. You gave him a kiss on the lips with your pacifier still in you mouth and giggled. He grinned, carrying you back to the room and reassuming the position you were originally in.

“Wuv daddy”you mumbled softly around your pacifier. He smiled and kissed your head, letting the firm peck linger for a moment.

“I love you too darlin, so much. My babygirl.” He said lovingly and you held your lamb closer. He rubbed your back comfortingly, shaking his leg gently to mimic rocking your you. You snuggled closer, letting out a sigh of comfort. Finally you closed your eyes, sleep soon overtaking you as Joel held you in your arms, rocking you and humming softly. You felt safe for the first time in so long. Joel made you feel safe in this awful world.

You did the same for Joel. Gone were the nightmares of losing his daughter, of holding her as light rapidly lost in her eyes and her quickened sharp breaths soon fell silent. Joel hated hearing Sarah hyperventilating so, but would’ve given anything to hear that rather than the silence of her soul leaving her body. For once he didn’t let sleep consume him just to relive the worst moment of his life. As he laid with you, holding you tightly in his burly arms as he rocked you slightly. He drifted to sleep as you breathing evened out. And for once, He slept soundly, intertwined with you as your hearts and breaths moved in synch.

[genderfcker]

ignoring the fact that self-inserts can be ridiculously fun and shouldn't be treated as cringe because of it, i do think something can be said for how freeing they are. i've learned so much about myself as person by sitting down and writing silly little self insert dudes in my silly little favorite stories, and i genuinely don't think i'd be as comfortable in my own skin without them

[acommonanomaly]

I'm still getting lovely comments on my Spock/Kirk stories years later and it's really making me miss that fandom. It was my first and will always have a special place in my heart!

[ashes-writing]

stranger things ● cant fight this feeling pt 6 ● s. harrington

warnings

rivalry / jealousy and bullying and/or confrontations because Billy and an ex boyfriend, Landon, just like to stir shit up from time to time. heavily characterized female reader ( borderline self insert ), house parties, mentions of alcohol/w**d/smoking in general and other teenage antics, body fluids ( they kiss a lot, oh my god, holy shit. listen if you don't like affection in a fic..), eventual filth, senior year and all it's stress, swearing, absentee parents / parental conflict at some point.

<- this is a female reader with female parts and a very specific vibe (coquette/flirt + rich girl next door and occasional bimbo) so it's not as vague when it comes to detailing clothing and personality, etc. This is my self indulgent thing and I'm not sorry.

word count

2649 exactly. For needed context ( part 5 ) is reached by clicking. All previous parts are listed on their follow up posts.

summary

-- both of you finally caved in. your first date and domestic fluff ft. a jealous ex (Landon Thompson ), Billy and his own jealousy and Steve's kids tagging along. Because it's not any fun without them, amirite?

taglist + shoutouts

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" Weird. Steve's always at home lately. And his car is here.." Dustin peers through the living room window to find no sign at all of his best friend Steve.

Then the door to your house opens and Steves leaned in your doorway, shirtless with his arms folded over his chest. Laughter in his eyes for the first time since the breakup with Nancy a few months back. Dustin is grinning. "I can come back later!"

"No! C'mon, Henderson." Steve waves him over and Dustin wanders across the street, leaving his bike propped on the fence row at Steve's house. As Dustin steps inside the smoke alarm is going off and you're walking backwards out of your father's stupid designer kitchen with your back to Dustin and Steve and your middle finger raised to the kitchen. 

Dustin is barely hiding laughter and Steve pulls you against him. Hiding a laugh in your hair only to have you look up at him pouting.

"I just wanted to make us breakfast. I hate that dumb kitchen." 

"I got it." Steve plants a kiss against your hairline and Dustin gapes at him, nods at you as he grins. "When did this happen?" he mouths and Steve laughs quietly. A mental replay of the fact that not only did you kiss him but you also let it slip that you loved him happening for the thousandth time that morning. "Nothings like..official, calm down kid." Steve mouths back.

But the way he's holding you close as he can fully suggests otherwise to Dustin.

Dustin follows Steve into the kitchen and as Steve starts to put bacon into a pan, he speaks up. "What the hell do you mean it's not official? What happened, anyway? Did you finally tell her how you feel?"

"Actually, uh.."Steve chuckles quietly, "She kissed me first. But, yes. I did tell her how I feel. I mean kinda."

"What do you mean kinda?"

"I told her I loved her?"

Dustin is really gaping at this bit of news. "You what? In what world is that not official?" he looks so confused that all Steve can do is pat his head and laugh. "You're gonna love high school, kid. Things get a lot more complicated."

"How? If you both said..well, that. It's kind of official."

"Not really. Kind of a good idea to ask the girl you like if she wants to actually date you.. I tried to alright? The words wouldn't come out."

Dustin throws up his hands and grumbles, shaking his head at how oblivious his best friend truly is. "So are you going to? Ask her, I mean?"

Steve palms his face. "I want to. I mean it'd make sense, no? She's already mine in my own head.." Steve muses and Dustin snickers, stands back and has himself a laugh as Steve walks himself through an attempt at a pep talk. "I just don't want to make her feel like she has to, y'know?" and he goes quiet, focusing on what's left of the bacon as Dustin watches him and tries not to laugh. 

You wander in with the mail from the box, eyes scanning the newspaper. You move to sit on top of the counter right next to Steve and when hot grease pops his forearm you reach out, studying angry red flesh for a second before reaching for the potted aloe plant nearby to break off a piece, rubbing that piece against his arm as you blow on it. Dustin nods at you and mouths "Not official, my ass." 

"Better?" you ask quietly as you take a strip of bacon and press it between his lips. Steve can feel the blush creeping up his neck to settle in his cheeks but he chuckles quietly, "Yeah." and he's staring hard at your lips. You giggle. "Want something, Steve?"

"Uh huh," he answers, biting his lip. You lean in and press a gentle kiss to his lips and he has to bite back a groan. As you pull away a little, Steve steps up between your legs and gives you the gentlest peck on your hairline. 

"Hey, do you guys wanna come to the mall with me later?" Dustin asks, giving your distraction as you slip yourself a piece of bacon off the plate to give Steve his most pointed and expectant look.

"Yeah! That'd be fun, wouldn't it, Steve?"

"Yeah." Steve answers. 

"You're sure it's okay.. if I'm there too?"

"Yeah!" both of you respond at the same time.

Dustin grins. "Ooh. They're showing that movie too."

“It better not be a horror movie.” Steve’s reaction has you laughing into his shoulder, prompts you to tease gently, “I’ll protect you, Steve.”

He pretends to pout, but.. The more you say things like this, the better he feels. The easier it becomes to think of you as his girl. Only his.

–

The mall is crowded because the new is still wearing off. Not only are there people from Hawkins at Starcourt, there are people from your old high school. You’re standing in line at the theater waiting to buy tickets when you hear your name being shrieked.

Steve’s brow raises.

Dustin snickers and nudges you. “Do you know them, __?”

Tessa and Teresa are running towards you at full speed and as they sandwich you between them for a hug, you’re laughing.

“Oh my god! It feels like it’s been foreverrrr.”

“Girl..”

“What’s up?”

Tessa nods to Steve. Then she grabs your wrist and tells Steve with a laugh, “I need to borrow her for just one second, I’ll bring her right back.” and you’re being dragged away before Steve can say anything.

“They’re the girls she was friends with at Jordan.” Steve explains. He’s watching you talk and laugh with your friends, smiling to himself. Happy. He happens to notice Landon, the captain of the Falcons, and when he sees him watching you, he tenses a little.

Meanwhile, Tessa and Teresa are giving you the third, fourth and fifth degree.

“Okay, did you finally go for it? Please tell me you did because girl… He’s super hot.”

“If she didn’t go for it, we’re shoving them into a broom closet til one of them caves. Chill, sis.” Tessa tells her twin. As her eyes roam the crowded food court, she spots Landon.

“Just fucking great. You need to watch out tonight, __.”

You follow the direction of her gaze just in time to see Landon staring at you.

“What the fuck is he staring at?” you grumble to yourself. Tessa laughs. “You, duh.”

“Yeah, well.. He can stop now. And he can fuck all the way off. I broke up with him for a reason.”

“You did. And it needs to stick.”

“Oh, trust me… It is. I’m with the boy I want.” you say it in this dreamlike tone that has your friends sharing a laugh as they tease you gently about being in love. You’re staring at Steve, the two of you exchanging looks.

And then you spot Billy Hargrove, headed straight over to the three of you.

“Ladies.”

“Ew.” you wrinkle your nose. “What do you want, Hargrove?”

He chuckles. “You get a kick out of wounding my pride, huh?”

You don’t waste any time. You’re looking for Steve. Billy asks you why you’re looking around and you smirk as you tell him calmly, “I’m looking for my boyfriend. Steve?”

Billy’s fist clenches at his side.

You spot Steve and Dustin walking your way so you’re smiling, waving them over. And the second Steve is close enough, you lean against him with your arms around his neck. “I was just telling Billy that I’m here with you.”

You think that you have enough going on, Billy’s walked over. But then here comes your ex. Strolling over as if he owns the place. Making himself taller, a cocky smirk plastered on his lips. You roll your eyes. “What is this? Asshole day?”

Steve’s brow raises.

“My ex. Douchebag.” you cover the word Douchebag with a cough.

Billy’s walking away. Tessa and Teresa have gone to find and collect Chloe from wherever she vanished to earlier.

Landon clears his throat obnoxiously.

“Baby girl.. Who the fuck is this?” he nods at Steve dismissively and everything about this guy is off, so Steve’s filter makes a hasty retreat. And he’s tensing up, you can feel him do it as he holds you against him. You roll your eyes at Landon. “I have a name, first of all.” you speak up. He chuckles, “Oh come on. You loved it when I called you baby girl.”

“No, Landon.. I actually didn’t. I just let you because I got tired of reminding you I hated it when you didn’t listen anyway. What do you want?”

“I wanted to tell you that if you want me back.. I’ve decided I’ll let you come back.”

Steve’s jaw flutters as he makes himself taller. “Want me t’ get rid of him, princess?”

Landon hears him and chuckles. “I dare you, Harrington. Didn’t I put you out of the game the last time we played you?”

You swallow hard. Every part of you wants to tell Landon to fuck off, that Steve’s your boyfriend and you’d rather be flung at the Sun than go back to Landon at any point. But you’re held back by the thought that just because you kissed and both of you said three very big words.. Super important ones… This does not automatically mean he wants to date you.

Steve puts you behind him and steps up, towers over Landon by a half foot easy. He’s smirking down at him. “This isn’t the court, Landon. And she’s my girl. You’re gonna keep talkin and you’re really gonna piss me off, Thompson.” this is said with the smallest shove to Landon. Landon steps up. Chuckles. “I was done with her anyway. Have fun trying to get in her pants. She’s a picky little princess. Won’t give it up.”

“Yeah, to you, asshole.” you roll your eyes, “Because I didn’t want something water wouldn’t wash off.”

“She couldn’t even tell me she loved me, man.. Are you really sure you wanna deal with the hassle?” Landon’s deliberately trying to hurt you now. And you’re annoyed more than anything. “Because I didn’t love you, jackass.”

“We were dating. You were supposed t’ just say it.”

“Yeah, no. Ew. It doesn’t work that way, you fucking pig.”

Steve’s momentarily stunned when Landon admits what he just has. Because you had no problem telling him you loved him. Every part of him wants to tell Landon just to rub it in, but he decides to be a bigger person. “I think you should walk away now, Thompson.” he snarls, “Because you’re really starting to piss me off and I’m not here t’ fight.”

Landon chuckles. “I wouldn’t waste my time fighting you anyway. Do me a favor and break her in for me, okay?”

This comment is Steve’s breaking point and as Landon goes to walk away, Steve taps him on the shoulder. Landon turns around and right into a right hook.

Landon springs up from the ground and he’s about to lunge when a security guard sees and assumes that Landon is the one starting it all, so he’s dragging Landon out of the mall. As Landon goes, Dustin high fives Steve and he’s laughing, cheering for his best friend. “You nailed him right in the nose!”

You step up into him and fling your arms around his neck, staring up at him. “I’m totally calling you Superman from now on. Just so we’re clear, baby.”

Steve melts into you, chuckling to himself. Silently processing what he’s just been told.

You told him you loved him when you apparently couldn’t say it to anyone else.

He honestly feels like this is the best night of his life.

The three of you make your way into the theater, slipping into back row seats. And as the opening credits to the movie roll, Dustin’s friends come in, noisy and shoving and arguing as they try to navigate the theater in the dark, calling Dustin’s name. They end up filling up the few seats left and you glance up at Steve, giving him this cute little smile as you lean your head against his shoulder.

–

“Fuck!”

You dive into Steve’s lap and this makes Dustin and his friends burst into laughter with the dark haired one nudging Dustin. “I thought you said she was fine with this stuff, man?”

You look up and at the dark haired boy, poking out your tongue. “I was! Right up to the point where that maniac came out of nowhere! I wasn’t expecting it.”

Steve chuckles. “Jumpscares, huh?” he doesn’t want you to move right away so he slips his arms around you to hold you in his seat just a little longer. You peek up at him from the safety of his arms and bite your lip. “Is he done yet?”

The hurry in which Steve tries to bury his face in your neck as you do the same answers your question. He gives Dustin a dirty look because Dustin is the one who picked the movie and Dustin just shrugs, popping a handful of Sno Caps into his mouth. “What? It’s not that scary, you two. Jesus.”

“It is.” you and Steve say it at the same time, laughing together.

You move back into your seat when the action and murder are done for a little while. Your hand finds his in the darkened theater, you twine your fingers with his and give his hand three little short squeezes. He glances down at your joined hands and then at you with a confused look until you raise slightly, mouth next to your ear. “I love you.”

“Love you too.” he whispers back, grinning bright in the darkness. 

–

The movie’s ending credits roll and the lights are coming back on. Carol and Tommy make their way past, arguing. Then Carol sees you and Steve walking out of the theater all cozy and Carol rolls her eyes. “I feel bad for him when she hurts him too. You know that’s what’ll happen, he always picks the little prisses.”

Tommy rolls his eyes. “Leave ‘em alone. Let the guy live, Carol.”

“He’s wasting himself on her. She’s a little slut. She has to be, I mean.. Look at the way she dresses, Tommy. It’s a bad look.”

“You’re a pain in the ass right now. C’mon.Let’s get out of here already. Leave the guy alone.”

Carol grumbles but she follows Tommy out of the theater.

–

Steve’s just dropped Dustin off at his mother’s house for the night and the two of you are finally alone in his car. At first, the drive is quiet. Both of you are dying to bring it up but neither of you have found the courage to do so just yet.

Africa comes on the radio and Steve hums along. His hand settles over yours and you lock eyes. He brings the car to a stop in front of your house and you pout a little.

He chuckles. Leans across the console to give you a kiss goodnight. He whines into the kiss when you pull his mouth even deeper into yours and you’re clutching at the front of his polo shirt. The two of you pull away to breathe and you can’t take it anymore.

Neither can he.

Because at the same time, you both blurt out the question. “Will you be my boyfriend/girlfriend?” and then you both laugh, Steve resting his forehead against yours as he stares into your eyes. “I was supposed to ask you, princess.”

“It’s a brave new world, Steve. I can ask you if I want.” you stick out your tongue at him and he laughs.

[silverselfshippingchaos]

finished all three m.ass e.ffect games last night :D

[c00pswhore]

im not arguing with someone named ketchup on the internet bruh

[zackcrazyvalentine]

Once I learn how to drive, it's over for you bitches

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for snapping and scaring a kid?

Okay first, some background, I (F20) am a sorta bnf in a fandom I write and draw for and I am a group of roughly 10 other kinda bnfs who do the same and are all 20+.

We all reblog from each other and support each other, and one unique thing we also do is block minors who are open about being minors that we see anywhere and/or that interact with us.

We DM each other their usernames to weed them out of circle even though all of accounts are PG and do not have and dnis or warnings that minors will be blocked. We don't let anyone know we do this, make no posts about it, no warnings, they just get blocked without any exchange.

There's a few reasons why we do this:

to encourage kids to not let their age be publicly know.

to make sure kids are not getting normalized to interacting with strange adults online

kids, to put it kindly, are fucking lame once you become a certain age through no fault of their own. There's nothing in common after a while. They don't understand adult life and can't relate in the same way another adult can, and this is just no good reason for an unrelated strange adult online to let a kid interact with them that's sketchy and weird as shit

I grew up lurking and with strict internet safety lessons. Nowadays, kids seem to not know how to lurk and basic internet safety anymore. I've tried to make post upon post warning them of the dangers of putting personal information, especially their age, online, but it's done nothing to make the minors interacting to act more safely.

But me and my friend group have found that the only way to get kids to lurk and not put their age online like they should is if they get loose access the things they want because of their age is public.

So many of the kids who follow me have been blocked and they realized why they're getting blocked and came back on a much safer lurker account. I know I'm not the asshole for doing this and encouraging others to do this because ultimately it keeps the kid safer.

What I do think I may be the asshole is when one kid in particular, I'll call him X, spent months testing me to figure out and confirm that I was blocking minors who are open about their age and then spent weeks after that threatening to call me out and accused me of being agist, a pedophile because why am I so scared to interact with kids, and lying about being cis-queer because queers wouldn't discriminate like this.

At first he was was just the usual kiddo with his age in his bio, so I blocked him, and while I didn't notice it at first, he kept making more accounts with his age in the bio and following me. I caught on when I was curious about why do many 14 years olds were following me in a row because normally is varied from around 10 to 17, and I noticed similarities across the account and realized it was one kid desperately trying to following me.

I figured I just keep blocking until he figured out how to keep his age offline, and it seemed to work when I got followed by an identical account with the age missing from any posts and the bio. I let him keep following, not interacting because he's 14 and that'd be fucking weird, but then a week into following me on this new ageless account I got a DM.

It was full of screenshots of me blocking him on he openly a minor accounts and then him just accusing of what I said above. I blocked, not caring to respond to a 14 year old, but he keep making burners to DM more and more accusation.

I just kept blocking without responding, not wanting to waste my time, but then he treatened to call me out for being all those things. I've seen first hand how life ruining those accusation and false callouts can be, how people see those accusations and do no research and let their instinctual disgust and fear of those people drive the accused to going offline or even committing suicide.

I did not want this, and the fact that this may become a possibility due to a kid who just couldn't accept not everyone wants known minors following them, made me super pissed off.

And so to "scare him straight" and to prevent him from making this callout post, I photoshopped screenshots of both a police and cyperbulling report being submitted and police thanking me for reporting this and how they'll check it out.

At the time, still being super angry, it was very satisfying to see him come apologizing, saying he'll stop stalking me, and asking for me to tell the police and cyberbulling that it was a fake report and that it's been handled.

I didn't bother responding and just blocked him, and this time, he didn't make another burner. In fact, he deleted all his accounts.

A few months have past, and now that my anger has melted into annoyance, and that annoyance into realization I may have went too far.

X, while annoying, and could have really hurt me with a fake callout, is at the end of the day, 14, still a little kid.

X probably just didn't know better and I could have just tried to talk to him and reason rather then scaring him. I feel especially bad because if he was a POC and/or an abuse victim still living with his abusers he may have and possibility still be fearing for his life. Also it made me look like a bootlicker and I would kill myself before I ever support a cop

So I'm wondering now if I may have been the asshole here for snapping and scaring a kid

What are these acronyms?

[yourhighness6]

Quite honestly I have to say that I actually really like Aang. Him being a happy-go-lucky, sweet kid is extremely important to the story, as bringing back a sense of fun to the people who have been experiencing war for so long is basically his narrative purpose. There's a purpose behind his personality, just as there should be in any narrative. However, I think anyone who engages critically with media has to aknowledge that he makes some bad decisions, especially when it comes to his treatment of Katara at the end of season three. Although I would personally argue that this is sexist writing and not congruent with the Aang we have seen for the entirety of the show leading up to DoBS (although people are also right when they point out the amount of emotional labor his position as the grand hero of the story and as a rather immature kiddo put on Katara), these are still mistakes that the character canonically makes. His treatment of Katara in previous seasons is still toxic behavior that I would argue is actually congruent with his character. The mistakes he makes throughout the series in other areas, such as hiding their father's location from Sokka and Katara, are canon decisions the character makes that are also definitely congruent with his character. But for whatever reason, a lot of the fandom refuses to recognize this. Most Aang/ Kat@ang stans put Aang on a pedestal and argue that nothing he's done throughout the series is exactly wrong. Nothing was wrong in his treatment of Katara, and if it is, he's naturally extremely sorry about it and should be forgiven despite the fact that we see no expression of guilt or remorse from him for, what I believe is the most glaring example, the EIP noncon kiss. So again, to restate, I don't hate Aang. I've never hated Aang. I like Aang. But unfortunately, because of the fandom representation of him, I have no interest in engaging in fan content about him. I have no interest in talking about the good things he does or the great decisions he makes outside of his decision not to kill Ozai, which, although greatly contested in the fandom, I completely agree with because of the narrative significance of Aang choosing to stick to his beliefs and the overarching theme of mercy, which we also see built up in many previous episodes such as TSR. Aang is the character that I would argue has been corrupted the most by the fandom. He's either viciously hated or hoisted into a position of perfection and frankly, I can deal with neither. Aang is a good character, but we should be able to have conversations critical of his actions. Aang is an extremely flawed and relatively underdeveloped character, but he is by no means evil incarnate, and I just wish that more people could recognize that both of those statements should and do coexist.

[dollwritesarchive]

okay so i'm really glad you're postponing the event bc you should prioritise yourself first ! but the fluff/smut category had me thinking (plus the dance scene you showed me with jason) the first time the boys (dick/jason) say i love you to the reader?

this request is important to me FOR A FEW REASONS. i think it’s an extremely huge step for either of them to say those three words, so this really gives me butterflies.

fandom dc / masterlist coming soon / @dollsdc-library

featuring dick grayson x vigilante!reader ; jason todd x Wayne!reader

rating none of my work is meant to be viewed by minors (anyone under the age of eighteen), and i will happily block any that interact with my posts or my blog.

content warning there’s some mild violence, but other than that, it’s all fluff.

word count n.a / headcanons & concepts

attention do not repost or translate, even with ‘credit’. just don’t do it. reblog instead of like. leave feedback if you enjoyed.

bird brains writing event !!

Dick has loved you for years, and you knew it.

he showed it in the way he looked at you, as if the sun rose and set in your eyes. to him, it did.

you felt it in his kiss, or the genteel way he clasped his hands over yours. the faint skip of his heartbeat when you laid your head on his chest.

you heard it in the softness of his baritone when he called for you, as if the mere collection of letters must be strung together with silk.

you knew he wanted to, but he couldn’t say it.

and that was okay.

because you already knew he did.

every time you visited Wayne Manor, it was difficult to get you alone.

Bruce wanted to talk business.

Tim and Jason wanted the chance to spar with you, regardless of the fact that you typically took them both on at the same time, blindfolded, and win.

Cass would steal you away next, ask for pointers on how to make her suit more efficient.

but the absolute worst was Damian.

the kid that didn’t seem to like anyone had latched himself on to you like a leech, and demanded most of your time.

it hadn’t bothered Dick at first, who was just happy that his family adored his girlfriend as much as he did.

until you didn’t even sleep in bed with him.

he’d shuffled out, clad in sweats with tawny tendrils in a messy heap, and squinted when he saw Jason and Tim sprawled on dualing arm chairs, both buried deep in their screens.

“Anyone want to tell me where my girlfriend is?” he asks, looking them over.

“We tried to get her to crash in here with us,” Tim replied with a shrug.

“Yeah, but the kid threw a fit about wanting her to hang out until he fell asleep.” Jason finished, without even so much as looking up from his phone.

of course he did.

Dick was shaking his head as he crept down the hall to Damian’s room.

Damian had never demanded a babysitter; he’d never even wanted one until Dick introduced you to the house, and now he acted like he couldn’t do anything without you there to hold his hand. it was kind of adorable.

as soon as he slipped inside, he saw you curled up on the massive bed, Damian clinging to you like a koala bear. you were sleeping soundly, but Damian squinted with one eye open.

“Sorry to burst your bubble, Kiddo.” Dick croons as he drifts closer, “but, I’m gonna have to steal my girlfriend back.”

Damian pouted. he pouted. since when did Damian Wayne pout instead of scowl? “We’re sleeping.” he countered, closing his eyes as if to ignore his eldest, adoptive sibling. “Come back later.”

“How about I just sleep in here, too?” Dick suggested after a moment of considering just prying the brat off of you and carrying you back to his room. it wouldn’t be fair, but neither would sleeping alone.

Damian was quiet. ignoring him.

“Come on, D.” Dick whispered, “Plenty of room. I can just squeeze in right here.” he pats the massive empty space on your other side.

Damian opened his eyes, but he didn’t say no. so, Dick took that as approval, and slid comfortably on to the mattress. he nuzzles close, wrapping his arm around your midriff, he attempts to pull you closer to him, and inadvertently drags a clinging Damian along with you, who glares up at him.

Dick rests his chin in the crook of your neck, whispering down at the kid, “Relax. Go back to sleep, already.”

it takes a while, but eventually, Damian drifts off again. leaving Dick the only one awake.

he plants a soft, butterfly kiss on your shoulder, smiling to himself at the scene. it felt like looking into the future, or, at least, what he wanted as his future.

“I wonder if our little brats will be so needy,” he thought aloud. it was strange— he’d never thought about a family beyond his siblings, or Bruce, but in this moment with you, he could see it. he wanted it. he wanted to marry you, he wanted to give you little babies that had his eyes and your nose. “Who am I kidding? Of course they will be. They’ll love you. Everyone always loves you.” he pauses, nuzzling against your ear and closes his eyes. “I love you.”

Jason “Perfect Timing” Todd told you he loved you for the first time on a rooftop overlooking the city at twenty three past two in the morning. which sounds romantic in theory.

in practice, however? not so much.

it had been seven vs two; five of those had been beefy thugs twice your size in stature, with biceps bigger than your head, but of course, you’d leapt at the opportunity to bring them down. after all, how did the saying go?

the bigger they are, the harder they fall.

Jason kept stealing glances at you when he parried, ready to break and run to your side if you were to find yourself overwhelmed. but every time, without fail, you were putting another one in the dust, until there were a ring of writhing bodies at your feet; and you were the visage of a warrior goddess in his eyes— sent down from the heavens to kick ass.

he stared, maybe a fraction of a second too long, and his gut met his opponent’s fist. he grunted, stumbled back against the ledge. the faint click of a pistol being torn from a sheath at the thug’s hip rang out. your attention was drawn to the sound, and something inside you snapped.

Jason had a plan of escape, but he hadn’t had the time to act upon it, because the heel of your boot cut through the air between him and the enemy, cracking against his wrist bone. he cries out, firearm flying free from his grip, and he reaches for the broken bone with his other hand, cradling it.

Jason caught the gun by the handle, and smirked behind his mask, before flipping it over, gripping it by the handle.

new plan.

the thug was caught in a whirlwind of your fists and feet, but even with one hand now out of commission, he was holding his own— countering every move. Jason could tell it was getting to you by the way your jaw tightened, and your form became sloppy.

you were frustrated, borderline erratically throwing your limbs at him in hopes of getting through.

he calls your name.

the sound of the syllables on his tongue is enough to center you. you knew what he wanted to say. “Slow down. Focus.” and you do.

kicking your leg up, you hook your knee around the back of your opponent’s neck, forcing him to double over, incapacitated for only a moment or two. but it’s enough.

you look to Jason, whose gloved hand is extended, the other brandishing the gun backwards.

with a vixen’s simper, you reach for him, but instead of taking his hand, you snatch the gun from it. if he wanted the final blow to be his, he had another thing coming.

Jason had scoffed behind his mask, before staring in awe as you hike yourself up on to the man’s shoulders, bringing the butt of the gun against the back of his head.

your knees dig into his shoulder blades as he falls face first against the concrete with a grunt, and you exhale.

but Jason was still staring, and those four words left his lips, muffled behind the Red Hood, before he even realized he’d said them.

“Christ, I love you.”

“What did you just say?” you asked, wide eyed, scrambling to your feet. you were huffing from exertion, and your muscles ached, but all of your focus had zeroed in on him. you couldn’t believe your own ears.

“What? Nothing.”

raising your brows, you advance towards him, now excited. “No, no, no! What did you say, huh? What was that?!” both hands flee to grab at his mask. “What did you say??”

“Knock it off!” but he was laughing, trying to shake his head, leaning back against the ledge to stay out of your reach. he couldn’t, because you’d already wrenched it from his head, cradling it against your midsection like a football.

“Give it.”

“Not until you tell me what you said!” you exclaim, trying to escape to the other side of the roof, but he’s sprinting after you, howling with laughter.

you traipse over unconscious criminals, before you squeal with delight when his powerful arms snake around your waist and pull you back to him.

your back collides with his solid chest, and you hunch forward, hugging the mask tighter. “Tell me!”

“All right!” he exclaims, one hand reaching to cradle your cheek, and turn your face towards him. his chin is hovering just over your shoulder, and his cheeks are reddened, even in the silvery moonlight, but he doesn’t hesitate to pour his gaze into yours when you crane your neck. “Look at me, ya pain in the ass.”

your noses brush against one another, his lips hovering inches from yours; your smile has faded slightly, your breath quivering against his mouth.

“I said I love you.”

your heart felt like it was about to leap from your chest into your throat, and suddenly, words escape you. you can tell he’s waiting on you to say something, but you can’t. you only stare, amazed.

one, dark brow arches. “Come back to earth.” he mutters, playful. “And say something, you’re makin’ me kinda nervous here.”

“Do you mean it?” you ask, abruptly. you’re still gazing at his features, but your stare is analytical, as if trying to pick apart each muscle movement and decide if he were lying or not.

Jason tilts his head to the side, his teal gems falling to your lips. you have the sudden urge to bite down on the lower to keep it from quivering. he notices, and smiles wider.

“Why don’t ya kiss me and find out?”

[fandom-kiddo]

Hello! I was wondering if you could write some headcanons for Cg! Grabber, from black phone, x Little!reader please? Just like how he'd take care of them and act with them and stuff like that. That's all have a great day💜

Hi!!! I know this took a while!!! But it’s finally here! I hope you like it! Sorry if it’s short!

CW: slight mention of kidnapping, aggressive dog that isn’t really depicted as aggressive, gn!reader

CG!GRABBER X LITTLE! READER HCS

-at first when he first got you, you were terrified. Then, he let you be tiny and would get you toys and bottles and other little gear and you began warming up to him!

-Samson loves you and you get to snuggle up with the cane corso and play tug of war with him and fetch!

-when Samson accidentally bites you, Samson tries laying on your lap and kissing away your tears while your caregiver fixes up the little ouchie

-when the grabber knows you won’t run and the news has stopped covering your disappearance, he lets you play in his backyard with high wooden fences so you can still play outside!

--an amazing caregiver! Absolutely one of those cgs that would do anything for his little

-would play legos with you or color

-amazing at tag

-great for anxious littles! Can 100% be very soothing and sweet after a panic attack

-great for high energy littles as well too! He can be very hyper and energetic for his little one

-will hold you and rock you while your sleepy so he can help you sleep quicker

-great at calming you down after a nightmare

-would read you lots of bed time stories

“Please just oneeee moreeee?”

“Alright little one, but just one more mkay?”

-it’s never just one more, it will proceed till you fall asleep

-gives you a soda whenever you ask

-will chide lovingly if your a fussy eater, but will still make you a seperate meal if you don’t like what he made

-I thuroughly believe he would be a great cg for littles with autism, sensory overload? Will let you be alone or with him where everything’s quiet and your wrapped in for favorite outfit and blanket with your favorite stuffie!(ok a bit of projecting but)

-gentle but stern caregiver! Doesn’t often give punishments but if he does he usually has good reason!

-only lets his little see him without a mask, it took a while to be okay with it but if he really trusts you he’s okay not wearing the mask!

-spoils his little like no other! Toys, bottles, outfits, you name it! He wants his little one to have the best of everything!

-will let you play dress up and dress him up and have tea parties with you

-will play with action figures with you too if thats more your speed!

-fiercely protective of his little! He would probably be like a Karen mom if you got hurt at a play date or something lmao

-watches tv or vhs with you and says he won’t fall asleep and both of you are curled up and fall asleep within the first hour

[acommonanomaly]

If you’re following my fic What Fades Away, just know that there may not be another update for a bit because I’ve got a lot going on and haven’t been able to write as much lately! 

[gentlebeardsbarngrill]

01/22/2024 Daily Recap

Hey all! It's been a long day huh? I wanna apologize ahead of time, whatever sickness my kiddo had last week finally got me so I'm not feeling terribly well. I'm gonna do my best to articulate todays events for ya!

===Renew As A Crew====

So the very first thing I want to touch on today is updates from @renewasacrew. As you may have heard, they were going to be changing leadership as the shift in priorities changed from renewing to saving OFMD. That being said, the leadership change happened over this weekend with some hiccups (I don't know what the hiccups were entirely and I'm not going to speculate, if you wanna delve down that twitter hole you can, but having been in it for today I'd recommend against it for your mental health, and we don't want to be drawing a bunch of media attention to it) there's a lot of confusing information, and as we know things can get conflated fast if we don't have all the pieces to the puzzle-- let's not speculate and wait for the to come out with more info.

So what I'm focusing on today is @renewasacrew's message to please give them some time and practice some patience while they get back up and running. This also includes anyone you happen to know on twitter working with them, for example: @TheCozyPirate. Let's give them some grace, they've been steering us well so far.

The good news is, several folks, on tumblr: @iamadequate1, @quirkysubject, @asgardian--angels, On twitter: @havethisonelife @yougotoofast @Lcmwriter100, we have all we need to keep going for a few days while things get ironed out. (If I forgot someone please let me know, sorry I am half awake tonight)-- see the HOW CAN YOU HELP section below.

One thing I will mention-- we are moving so very fast right now. It's only been 13 days since the announcement that OFMD wasn't renewed, and we've accomplished SO MUCH. So when there's a lull, it's going to feel like things are standing still and maybe something is going wrong. Don't fall into despair, that's just how things go with negotiations. Take a break, take a breath, and just keep on Polite Menacing until we hear more from the leadership team.

===How can you help?===

**Go to visit the DAILY RENEWAL TASK LIST there's lots of ideas and ways you can help! Have more? Shoot me a dm! I'm happy to add stuff!**

*Note: To our international fans, I promise I'm working on a write up for you as well I've just been sick today and have been able to finish!*

Something new today-- a lot of you have expressed your desire to help in the @renewasacrew efforts. Well if you did-- and still want to, now you can volunteer! Many thanks to @redshiftsinger for getting this up so quick!

Please visit their survey: Volunteer Intake form and fill out how you may be able to help!

=== Cast and Crew Sightings ===

As if on cue, Chaos dad reached out to everyone on twitter today to express some encouragement!

He also saw we were at 77K and posted his astonishment!

Some folks have been a bit weary about his vagueness today, but as we know, Daddy Jenkins is the king of vague-- and he has to be! If there are contracts in the works, he can't be hinting at things. Don't lose hope!

===Samson Kayo ===

Our beloved Oluwande updated his IG with some pictures and a message. If you have IG I'm sure he'd appreciate some love!

Next up was our favorite Captain, Rhys Darby, promoting a fellow comic @jamesroguecomedy over on IG!

And our pirate queen Ruibo Qian was making posts about saving ofmd and fanart about Zheng! Featuring folks you probably know around tumblr: @mistysblueboxstuff and @tsutsu_ya over on twitter

=REMINDER: Cross Fandom Watch Party! on 01/23/2024 1 PM PT, 4PM ET=

Looks like there's gonna be some cross fandom watch parties on twitter you're welcome to tune in for Jan 23-26 on twitter. They'll be watching good omens in an effort to try and get engagement up with PrimeVideo. It sounds like it'll be similar to the LubeAsACrew but with Good Omens fans! Thank you to @Dandeebakes on Twitter for getting these organised!

Hashtags to use: #PirateOmens #AdoptOurCrew #SaveOFMD, and helps to @PrimeVideo

===Articles===

New article, but take it with a grain of salt, see @TheCozyPirate's message:

Our Flag Means Death's marketing was concerned about the shock of violence in the show

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Alright lovelies. Here we are again, I told you it'd be quick. Today was very very very busy. Take a break and get some sleep ya? Lean on your crew, we are here to support each other. I'll end with a quote from Tolkien (it being all of us in your crew):

"May it be a light to you in dark places, when all other lights go out."

Tonight picture features Taika and his "I love you eyes" at Rhys. Thats me, I'm Taika, I love you all.

PS: Idk why this isnt showing up in my recaps repository but ill figure it out in the morning.

[jiarkives]

julia’s favorites ! (iii)

♡ - fluff ; ♤ - angst ; ☆ - series

marvel

☆ deception - mob!bucky barnes

↳ @avecra

☆ monet issues - natasha romanoff ft. tony stark, avengers

↳ @arlana-likes-to-write

☆ masterlist - bucky barnes, steve rogers

♤♡ flashing lights (i) - paramedic!bucky barnes

♡ convalescence (ii) - paramedic!bucky barnes

♤ when he’s away - bucky barnes

♤ voicemails to an unmanned inbox - bucky barnes

♤ divine retribution - bucky barnes

↳ @pellucid-constellations

☆ Cержант - bucky barnes

☆ alone - bucky barnes

☆ obey - bucky barnes

♡ the owl and the wolf - bucky barnes

↳ @waiting4inspiration

♡ kiddo - bucky barnes

♡ for good - steve rogers

↳ @justauthoring

♡ hand holding - biker!steve rogers

↳ @angrythingstarlight (18+)

♤♡ initials - steve rogers, bucky barnes (poly!)

↳ @americancowgirl19

♡ grouch - bucky barnes

↳ @buckysfaveplum

♡♤ purgatory - bucky barnes

↳ @wkemeup

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jujutsu kaisen

♡ stolen tigers - sukuna ft. itadori yuuji

↳ @mysicklove (18+)

♡ talent show - gojo satoru ft. fushiguro tsumiki, fushiguro megumi

↳ @tunatoge (18+)

♡ morning kisses - gojo satoru

↳ @riediaries

♡♤ just to be enough (i) - geto suguru, gojo satoru

♡ shoko just can’t be right (ii) - geto suguru, gojo satoru

♡ remind you of why (iii) - geto suguru, gojo satoru

↳ @justauthoring

♡ photobooth - nanami kento

♡ she’s everything. he’s just ken. - nanami kento

↳ @lemonlover1110

♡ cinnamon girl - kamo choso

↳ @just-jordie-things

♡♤ i worry for you, for you not know the danger you see - toji fushiguro, pregnant!reader

♡ baby mine - toji fushiguro, pregnant!reader

↳ @tojigasm (18+)

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call of duty

♤ i see red (i) - simon ‘ghost’ riley

♡ i see red (ii) - simon ‘ghost’ riley

♤♡ wrong words - simon ‘ghost’ riley

↳ @milf-murdock

♡ hangry - simon ‘ghost’ riley

↳ @rileyslibrary

♡♤ simon hates seeing you cry - simon ‘ghost’ riley

♤♡ faking his own death - simon ‘ghost’ riley

↳ @cmncisspnandmore (18+)

♡ brother’s coworker - simon ‘ghost’ riley ft. john ‘soap’ mactavish

↳ @halcyone-of-the-sea (18+)

♡ off limits - simon ‘ghost’ riley

↳ @multi-fandom-imagine

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my hero academia

♤♡ that cherished feeling - bakugo katsuki

↳ @justauthoring

♡ back off and look away - bakugo katsuki

↳ @celesteleoves

♡ nicknames - bakugo katsuki

↳ @ryukatters (16+)

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tokyo revengers

♤ catalyst - manjiro ‘mikey’ sano

♡♤ serendipity - ken ‘draken’ ryuguji

↳ @justauthoring

♡ hidden relationship - manjiro ‘mikey’ sano

↳ @miniimight

♡ you’re too drunk to recognize your boyfriend - manjiro ‘mikey’ sano, ken ‘draken’ ryuguji, keisuke baji, takashi mitsuya, rindou haitani, ran haitani, shuji hanma

↳ @chalkscene

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marauders / harry potter

☆ come back, be here - sirius black, marauders

↳ @ellecdc

♡ drabble - remus lupin

♡ james comes to your rescue when you call him (drunk) - james potter

♡ james puts his finger in your mouth - james potter

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♕ divider — @bunnysrph

[thebabyprince]

Can u do little! Scott and caregiver! Wallace head canons pls, I honestly wish there was more agere content in the Scott pilgrim fandom

I sure can!!! Hope you enjoy them, and I completely agree with you, that's why i decided to write for it!!!! Hope you like em :]

Caregiver! Wallace and Little! Scott

Wallace, maybe, didn't know the term 'age regresion' but knew that something was up.

Sometimes there were situations, where Scott would act much more childish than usual, and when confronted about it afterwards, he would deny it and act very defensive about it.

For example, the other night Wallace woke up with Scott curled up against his chest, his thumb stuck in his mouth. Wallace gently petted him on the back, and he let out a soft cry, hugging Wallace tighter.

"What? That didn't happen. You're making it up". "It totally did happen, bro, deny it all you want". "You were just drunk and imagining things!"

And Scott leaves the house as fast as possible, face red from embarrasment.

Then it happens again the next night, Scott against his chest, sucking on his thumb.

Wallace got an idea. He ruffled Scott's hair and Scott, predictably, let out a cry.

"Hey, Scott. Scotty. Buddy, we gotta wake up"

"I don't wanna-a!" Wallace chuckled, noticing that he sounds a bit softer and high-pitched than usual.

"I bet you don't, but we can't just stay in bed forever, can we?" Wallace shifts his position into a sitting now, Scott now being on his lap, hanging on his neck, whining softly. "There we go... Hey, pal, can I ask you a question? Can you tell me how old you are? You can show me with your fingers if you're shy".

Scott goes quiet for a moment, and then hesitantly shows Wallace 3 fingers.

"Very good. Thank you, Scott, you are being very helpful right now. I know it takes a lot of courage to admit things. You sure are a brave boy". Scott smiles so very gently. "Now, do you want to watch cartoons while i make us breakfast?"

And general headcanons:

Scott regresses either to 3 to 4 year old toddler or to a baby

They never established a parental title for Wallace, so toddler Scott just calls him by his name. However, baby Scott can't articulate words well, so he just pointed at Wallace one time and went "mama!!" Wallace accepted that.

Scott is a very talkative little, he likes to swing his legs while sitting at the table, telling Wallace everything about his day, all the cool bugs he saw and a level in the videogame he beat.

Wallace tends to take Scott play outside a lot, cause they both need that fresh air!!

Scott's the type of little to chew and suck on EVERYTHING. His thumb, his shirt, blankets, his toys, even crayons and markers. The first little gear Wallace ever bought him was a pacifier and two teethers, cause Scott just put anything in his mouth without thinking twice.

He also bought him a toy truck and an Eevie plush, which were also a hit.

Wallace lo-o-oves nicknames, sticking them in almost every sentence, but he tends to keep the overly sweet ones to himself. His usual go-to's are 'buddy', 'pal', 'kiddo' and 'champ'. He occasionally uses 'sweetheart' when Scott's being extra clingy and vulnerable.

He also calls him a tiny menace, as a cool title😎

Scott still really likes videogames when he's small, but he tends to stick to simplier ones, and sometimes he asks Wallace to help him beat them.

[sheetsonfire]

Figures

Fandom: Chicago Med

Characters: Halstead!Sister, Jay Halstead, Will Halstead

Genre: hurt/comfort, illness, fluff

Warnings: seizures, hospitals, injections

Word Count: 1897

Summary: The reader has a rough day of seizures, they are reluctant to go to Med until they have no choice. - but things are always easier with two big brothers by your side.

Requested By chrisevansdaughter: [...] could it be possible for you to do a halstead! Sibling reader where she has seizures, because of previous problems with low blood sugar and she had one whilst they are at home after not feeling the best, but she has to take a trip to lex because they don’t let up but she hates the hospital so it’s just fluff and comfort from a personal experience.

A/N: Thank you so much to @elius-learns-to-write for convincing me this wasn't total garbage. Sorry, it's shorter than usual, I am having a confidence crisis, but I'm working on it! I hope my research on this subject made this more readable.

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The first thing that registers is the sharp throb of a headache that radiates throughout your forehead, intense biting stabs that make you wince even in the haze of your semi-consciousness.

The second thing you notice is the heaviness in your limbs, your eyes feel sensitive to the light and your absolute reluctance to move is the giveaway that you hadn’t fallen asleep on the couch in a natural or peaceful way.

Soon the memory of your intense nausea and shaking came back to you. There are vague memories of you trying to make it to the couch but not quite managing it - slumping into the arms of your brother, Jay, who luckily happened to be heading to the kitchen.

Your blood sugar must have been in the tank, causing you to pass out. You started seizing soon after, leaving Jay to holler out to Will who was in his bedroom to bring the emergency kit that he kept for when you stayed over.

The third thing that comes to you is that the ‘pillow’ beneath your head was not a pillow at all, but rather the muscular cushion of someone’s leg.

There's a hushed murmur of conversation that you can't quite concentrate on when a clearer voice reaches you, “Come back to us, kiddo, open those eyes.”

A gentle hand cards through your hair, brushing stray strands away from the clamminess on your forehead - it sparks a flurry of warm memories of being cared for, of being protected, from childhood right to the very present.

The owner of the voice was simultaneously irritating for asking that you wake up, but also soothing upon registering it to be the voice of your brother Will.

“Mngh, no. Hurts.” You mumble, turning yourself to face the back of the sofa, trying to somehow make Will’s leg comfier to rest your head on.

Your brother chuckles, squeezing your shoulder, “I know, I know it does, but I need to make sure the glucagon is doing its job.” Ah, yes, the magic of glucagon, the thing in charge of keeping your blood sugar in check, especially after a seizure.

“You finished napping yet?” Another voice comes from the direction of the kitchen, and you huff, playfully punching Will in the knee.

Will sulks as he pays for Jay’s teasing remark, “Hey! What was that for? I’m not the one accusing you of napping.”

You groan as you try and sit up, squeezing your eyes shut as the headache zings behind your eyes. “Mh, you’re closer, otherwise he’d get it.”

“He deserves it more anyway, he’s the one that stabbed you.” The voice is closer to you, on the couch, by your other side. Jay makes yet another joke as he tries to keep the mood light, wrapping an arm around you to steady you in your newly upright position.

“How are we doing, sweetheart?” He asks softly, being more sincere now that he was taking a look at you. You were groggy and in discomfort - seizures often took it out of you.

“Peachy.” You grunt, opening a weary eye to see Jay offering you a sandwich and a bottle of water. Something with carbs was always advised after a seizure, and Jay was usually the one to take care of that department, he always made the best sandwiches. ‘Thanks, Jay.” You murmur, sitting still as you slowly snack on your recovery food taking sips in between.

Jay's warm palm moving in small circles on your back is a safety blanket for you, feeling the tension between your shoulders and at the base of your neck begin to melt away.

You answer Will’s questions as you let him take the new readings with a finger-prick test, the method he swore by due to the delay in a glucose monitor reading.

Jay had taken that time to focus on looking out the window, moving his view away from the needle.

Will does what he needs to do with the lancet, pricking you for a sample of blood.

Like a well-practised dance, Will takes the test strip with your blood and inserts it into the meter, waiting for it to provide a reading, whilst you hold a small piece of gauze to the prick on your finger.

Will sighs, humming in concern.

“These levels aren’t what I’d like, Y/N, if it gets worse or you start to feel like you’re gonna seize again, we’re going to Med.”

Jay turns back to you at those words, a grimace on his face, knowing that your reaction to Will’s decision would be emphatically in opposition.

“Will, seriously? No way, I hate that place, I’ll be fine!” You try and stand up to prove your point, only to feel the world swim and your legs fail to cooperate.

“Woah, hey.” Jay is quick off the mark, hooking his arm around you to bring you back down to the couch.

You glance at Will who’s got his hands out to steady you too, you involuntarily scowl at his “Told you so.” expression.

“A little backup would be nice.” Will addresses Jay, scratching at his head as he wonders whether he should just take you to Med now, not missing the way you try to act like you’re not moments away from passing out again.

“Don’t look at me, you’re the doctor and the bad cop in this situation, I get to be the good cop when it comes to medical emergencies.” Jay seems rather smug and it makes you laugh half-heartedly despite your exhaustion and shakiness, both you and he shared a deep disdain for Will’s place of work.

You’re trying to get up again, not really sure where you want to go or what you want to do. A fog of confusion shimmers in your mind, and before you know it Will is grasping your shoulders, looking at Jay.

“Lay her down on the floor.” Will commands, and Jay wastes not a second in obeying. He shifts to support your head and gently encourages you to lie down on the floor, giving you one of those stern yet loving looks as you try and resist. He’s watching worriedly as your eyes wander erratically, knowing you’re trying to fight what’s coming.

“It’s alright, Y/N, just-” Jay’s about to encourage you to let it happen, to let them take care of you when your whole body goes limp. Jay holds you steady, turning you on your side as you begin to convulse again.

Will moves back to his kit, preparing a secondary dose of glucagon, there’s little Jay can do but stop you from hurting yourself as you ride it out.

Your brothers share a look as Will injects you in your upper arm, there’s an unspoken agreement that there is no choice but to take you to Med now, they needed to get this under control in a secure environment with additional solutions available - even if that meant you’d be in a sour mood later, they would take it.

-

The second you consciously smell the air after waking up you let out a disgruntled groan, you knew exactly where you were - and it wasn’t Will's apartment anymore.

You were indeed at Chicago Med, and more specifically in the diabetic clinic on the third floor - a space you were unfortunately all too familiar with.

“Hey kiddo, you with us?” A gentle voice pulls you to open your eyes properly, scanning the room briefly your gaze settles on Jay sitting on the chair beside your bed, smiling at the sight of you finally awake.

He had his detective badge around his neck.

Observant as he was trained to be, he clocks the question on your lips, and speaks before you can ask, “Visting hours were over a few hours ago, so was shift change - so I may or may not have implied it was a police matter of importance that I was here with you.”

You laugh groggily, but then it falters into a frown, softly chastising your brother. “Jay, I shouldn’t get special treatment.”

Jay chuckles too, you were always conscious of not using his job nor Will’s to get any kind of tenuous form of preferential care. Your self-awareness was something he admired about you.

“I know, I’m sorry, sweetheart…” Jay pauses, scratching at the back of his head. “But uh, Will got called in downstairs, and I couldn’t sit at home alone knowing you were up here alone too… You worried me today, Y/N.” There’s a somberness in Jay’s eyes, he didn’t do well with not being able to have control over a situation, and not being able to help fully was one of his biggest struggles.

Your eyes soften, carefully reaching out a hand to hold Jay’s. “Big brother, I’m alright, they’re really great at what they do here, I’m sure they’re gonna figure out how to keep me on a safer track with all this. I’m feeling better, I promise.”

Jay shakes his head with a smile, despite your disdain for the hospital you had always done better than him. “When did you get so wise?” He teases, squeezing your hand gently.

“I’ve always been wise, thank you very much.” You snipe jokingly, taking mock offence to the idea that you hadn’t always been of sound logic and optimism.

“Yes you have, you definitely get that from me though, not this guy.” Will’s voice catches your attention, he was now in scrubs and had you giggling a little more as he poked fun at Jay.

Your other brother studies you with his medical eyes and then his worried sibling ones, approaching the free side of your bed. He smoothes out the flyaway hairs atop your head, giving your shoulder a squeeze. “How are we doing, kiddo?”

A yawn escapes you, still holding Jay’s hand as you shrug, reaching for Will’s hand too, “Much better. I’m sorry I caused such a fuss. Do they know what’s going on?”

“Nothing to be sorry for, Y/N.” Will reassures, “They think you might have overdone it this week with the extra shifts you took on after school, your body couldn’t keep up.”

You sigh with an understanding nod, it didn’t surprise you that was the cause of your problems, “I thought I was doing a good job of keeping up, guess not.”

Will gives you a reassuring smile, “Hey, it’s alright, sometimes we can’t always get it right. You know you can always ask me or Jay to help you keep track or reassess, it’s not a bother.”

“Never a bother. It’s not even a question.” Jay chimes in, squeezing your hand gently.

Listening to their reassurance made you feel more relaxed for the first time in a few days, knowing that it was okay to take it easy and rely on your brothers a little more than you had been lately. “Thanks, guys. I guess you are pretty good brothers after all, even if you did stab me with needles and drag me here.”

The two of them laugh at your slight pout, Will looks at you with that smug face, “Sweetheart, sorry to say but we’d do it again and again if it meant getting you better.”

“And I carried you, actually, there was no dragging.” Jay corrects, feeling smug.

You huff, but you’re smiling too, slapping at both of their arms playfully, “Figures.”

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Fin.

tags: @chrisevansdaughter - @elius-learns-to-write - @resanoona - @dumb-fawkin-bitch