#it’s weird I’ve been on and off with this series for 4 years now and it only just hit me right now | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

kkcauseway · 10 months

Text

Oh Baby P1

The life you've always wanted- Joel x F!reader

Chapter summary: You and Joel had been actively trying for a baby for a couple of months, you made the decision to finally take the leap and expand your family. You're happy and safe in Jackson surrounded by family, Ellie is thriving and so the only thing missing is a baby. Chapter warnings/content: Tw-morning sickness, talks of previous illnesses. Fluff, Joel being ADORABLE and happy and just ugh (Actually bad how much I love this man I swear.) No use of Y/N. Wordcount: 3.8K A/N: hope you enjoy! This is my favourite series that I’ve ever written. So I hope you love it as much as I’ve loved writing it!!

Next I Series masterlist I Main Masterlist

You and Joel have been actively trying for a baby for a couple of months, deciding to finally take the leap and expand your family. You’ve lived in Jackson for three years. Maria first brought you here after finding you injured so you could be nursed back to health. Offering you a place to stay once you recovered. Since then you’ve always stuck with her and Tommy and the three of you became very close after a short space of time. That’s how you met Joel, after he and Ellie too finally settled in Jackson. Firstly watching from a distance as he began repairing his relationship with his brother, finding it much harder to get Maria to warm to him, but it happened eventually. Then you two were introduced, and the rest is history. You and Joel have now been together ‘officially’, for just over a year, but have known each other for over two. You fell in love incredibly fast and the idea of a baby, whilst Joel’s petrified, he’s also quite excited.

🩷🤍🩷

It's a sunny morning and you wake early, head resting on Joel’s naked chest, exactly how you'd fallen asleep after he kissed your forehead a final time to say goodnight; your legs intertwined, his arm wrapped around you, hand resting steady on your hip. You lie there for a couple of minutes, your head slightly raising with each rise of Joel’s chest, listening in tune to his heartbeat. You nuzzle into his chest hair, forever grateful for how warm he is, when you suddenly put a hand to your stomach. Something feels different? this morning. Whilst you’re stuck on this thought, your stomach contents suddenly begin to churn, and it doesn’t take long for you to realise it’s not going to settle down. You shoot out of bed, not caring that you’re naked, shoving Joel off you and run into the bathroom. Planting your knees to the floor, as you heave into the toilet bowl. The abrupt getting out of bed, causes Joel to jolt awake; confused. And when he finally fully wakes, enough to take in his surroundings, he can hear you in the bathroom.

Whilst you continue to retch over the toilet seat, emptying your body of the contents of the night before, you can hear Joel shuffling on his bare feet, making his way towards you. He kneels next to you and brings a hand to your back, stroking it in circles. “S’going on baby?”

After a couple of seconds you’re finally able to take a breath and can rest your head on one of your arms that’s hugging the toilet bowl you moan “I don’t know, woke up feeling weird and now this, man I really hope it’s not the fever Ellie had. Ugh.” You lift your head to rub at your temples.

Two weeks ago, Ellie had come down with some kind of flu, nobody had any idea where it had come from, but she was bed ridden for the first five days. And has only began feeling completely better about three days ago. You stayed with her the most, opting out of patrolling to be there to help her in any way she needed; holding her hair back as she hurled, talking to her, helping her calm down after her crazy, vivid dreams, and keeping her as hydrated as possible, she wouldn’t eat until day 4, but you sure as hell made sure she drank. You wondered if you would catch it, along with everyone else, especially Joel. Joel was petrified of you catching it too, but you had been fine up until now. This mornings shenanigans being the first sign of any symptoms.

Joel reaches his hand round to your forehead and holds it there. “You don’t feel like you have a fever baby, you might be slightly warm, but nothing like what Ellie was. Maybe it’s just an upset stomach?” He sits there watching you a second, stroking at your back again, hating seeing you so weak and fragile “Cmon baby, let’s get you back in bed, ready to get back up?”

Just as Joel goes to stand, your breathing speeds up and another wave of nausea hit you. He bunches your hair and holds it back out of your face.

“That’s it, let it all out” Joel begins rubbing circles on your back again. You let out a painful moan, he hates seeing you like this and he knows how much you hate feeling like this. “Better out than in baby”. He utters reassuringly. It takes time but Joel’s there for you throughout.

You thought it was over, but then again you're retching, only now, your body has nothing left to give, the dry retching scratching your throat agonisingly so. Your eyes won’t stop watering, so you try your best to steady your breathing.

“Ugh, I hate being sick” you whine.

“I know baby girl, I know, m’sorry” Joel gets up and grabs a cloth and a glass of water, bringing the cloth to your lips. You take it from him and sit back on your heels, panting as you wipe your mouth. He then offers you the glass, you down the lot.

“Good girl” he praises taking the empty glass from you. “Come on, let’s get you back into bed before y’start to freeze.” Joel helps you to stand, you cuddle into his warm chest as he quickly leans round you to flush the toilet, before carefully helping to guide you back to the bedroom.

"I'm sorry" you mumble as you climb into bed.

"You ain’t got nothing to be sorry for, don't be silly." Joel tucks you back into the bed covers.

"I bet I look a right mess, didn't even get my fuckin' robe." You sigh, embarrassed. He carefully sits on the edge of the bed next to you then.

"No baby, none of that talk.” He strokes your cheek and you lean into his touch. A subconscious movement. So comfortable, so known. Natural. “Y’know you're still super sexy to me regardless, and that I’ll always help you no matter what it is. Now you get some rest, I’ll find Maria, tell her you can’t help her out at the farm today, I’m sure she’ll understand.”

“N- no babe, just give me a few minutes to sort myself out, catch my breath properly, I’m sure I’ll be okay to work. I need to work. Babe I promised, I can’t let people down they need me”. You whine, tears threatening release.

“I know you hate letting people down, but this is necessary baby. You’ll be no help t’anyone when you’re like this. Maria’ll understand, plus it wasn’t a choice, you’re gonna stay in bed, you really aren’t well at all.”

“Okay” you mumble quietly before sighing, you know he’s right of course, you can feel just how bad you are. “Thank you Cowboy.” You squish further into the mattress then.

“Now I’m scheduled on a patrol with Tommy today, back tonight, you gonna be okay alone, or do I need to try find someone to replace me? If you need me here baby just say, y’know I’ll happily stay. Much rather be with my girl.”

“I’ll be fine, like you say probably just an upset stomach; I’m just gonna sleep it off if I’m 'not allowed to work'.” You try to look at him with a cheeky grin, but the sickness is still so evident on your face. Pale skin, dark bags under your eyes.

“Yeah” he sighs. “You're staying home today baby, rest up” he urges kissing your forehead as he strokes your cheek once more.

Joel leaves the house after you practically beg him to leave. He’s so overly concerned for you it made it painful to see him go. Yet all he would do is stress, the patrol will be a good distraction and it means you can just sleep. You love that he cares for you so deeply. Encasing yourself in the sheets, lying on Joel’s pillow to be surrounded by his smell it doesn’t take long for sleep to overcome you. About an hour or so later, you wake to a knock at the front door, you tie your robe round you and make your way to the front door. Noticing you feel much better now, sickness seemingly subsided completely. Hallelujah!

Opening the door Maria’s stood staring at you, her, and Tommy’s two year old son Ted pressed to her hip, sleeping with his head squished into her shoulder, his teddy turtle gripped by his small palm. Worry is written all over Maria's expression. So you’re quick to move out of the way of the door, allowing her entry. Nobody has said anything yet but once the door is shut she breaks the silence.

“Joel says you’re sick, what’s wrong?”

“To be honest I feel much better now, I’m not sure what came over me this morning, must have just been an stomach upset. Maybe something I ate last night? I threw up a couple of times, but I feel fine now, I’m just really stupidly tired.”

“Well, when Joel told me you woke up throwing up and couldn’t work today, I though it must’ve been Ellie's fever. Yet there was another thought in the back of my mind, and I think your symptoms have just confirmed that.”

You look to her puzzled, “confirmed what? Maria what are you talking about?” She just stares at you, as if she wants you to work it out alone. What other thought? Of course she leaves you to think and it suddenly hits you, your period is late, in fact you’ve missed two months now. The first missed month you presumed was because you were stressed due to Ellie’s illness. But two in a row. It must be. Surely? How had this not already crossed your mind?

“Oh my God, Maria! I think I’m pregnant!”

“My thoughts exactly!” she replies smiling. And then she holds out her hand giving you a box; a two pack of twenty-year-old or so pregnancy tests.

“How?”

“I have a mind for these things, you should know that by now. And it’s hardly a secret that you’ve been trying. I’m actually surprised neither you or Joel had that thought cross your mind!”

You laugh. “I think we just didn’t expect it would happen, I dunno, but holy shit, Maria I might be pregnant!”

You both race to the bathroom, Maria waiting outside of the closed door, whilst you do what needs to be done to the tests. With the flush you open the bathroom door, so Maria can enter. It only takes about 30 seconds for the bright red double lines to appear on the first test, you then look to the second, once again seeing the same result.

Squealing you hug Maria, tears in your eyes. “Oh my God, it’s finally happening! Maria, I’m gonna be a Mama! Oh, I can’t believe it!”

“Oh, I’m so happy for you two!”

The noise and the force of the hug causes little Ted to stir and he lets out a quiet whimper.

"Sorry Teddy Bear, didn't mean to wake you" you whisper.

Maria then begins stroking his head "Shhhh... Go back to sleep baby it's okay."

And just like that he’s back asleep.

“I can’t believe it Maria, and I can’t wait to tell Joel, he’s gonna be so happy, we’ve both wanted this for so long.” Tears well in your eyes once more.

“You’re gonna have a little baby you!” She exclaims.

“Eeekk! (The scream much quieter than you want it to be, but you don't want to disturb Ted anymore than you already have) "You know what, why don’t you, Tommy and Ted come for dinner tonight, I’ll cook, and can tell everyone. We need to celebrate!”

“That sounds absolutely perfect! We’ve needed some happy news like this round here for a while!” She exclaims.

🩷🤍🩷

When Joel returns home from patrol that evening, you, and Ellie are in the kitchen, Ellie’s sketching at the table, whilst you stir the pasta sauce you’re making.

“Mmm something smells gooood” Joel moans, as he traipses up behind you hugging you. He places delicate kisses at your neck.

“Hi baby.” You let go of the spoon and turn in Joel’s arms to face him, taking his face in hand and kissing his lips.

“Ughh, gross, do you two have to do that here”. Ellie pretends to gag.

You both turn to look at her.

“Sorry Ellie, but it’s not a crime for a man to miss his girl, thought you’d be used to it by now”. He laughs.

His girl, GOD, you love it when he calls you that.

“It might not be illegal, but it should be yuck, and no I will never get used to it!”

You both laugh in response.

“And if it’s any consolation” Joel releases you and begins walking over to Ellie hugging her from behind, his arms around her shoulders “I missed you too” he gives her playful kisses all over her face -that he knows she hates. You laugh watching the moment unfold. Ellie squirms from the interaction. “Ewwww gross, get off meee!” she squeaks. Joel eventually backs away laughing as he does. She playfully scowls at him.

You’re already laughing and it doesn’t take long for Ellie and Joel to join you. Man you love your little family, and the thought of it growing even more makes your heart feel as though it could explode.

Joel turns back to look at you then, noticing the colour’s returned to your cheeks. "Feelin’ better now I take it?"

"Mmm, loads better thank you, I invited Tommy and Maria over for dinner. They’ll be here soon, should be a nice evening" you smile.

”Sounds lovely” Joel agrees. He has no idea.

Turning back to the pot, you suggest Joel and Ellie go and sit in the living room, it won’t be long till Tommy and Maria arrive and you need to make sure everything’s prepped for dinner. They’re too distracting with their teasing ways so you kick them out of the kitchen, they can piss each other off elsewhere. Tonight has to be perfect! You try thinking of the best way to break the news. Devising how, when, where.

🩷

Tommy and Maria soon arrive with little Ted, who’s freshly awake from a nap. He energetically runs straight to his Uncle, who picks him up embracing him. “Hey little man!” “Hi Jo!” You laugh at his pronunciation of Joel's name. You watch the way Joel is with that little boy, it as per usual causes your heart to flutter. And now he’s going to be a dad again; he’s going to do the most amazing job. You secretively place a hand to your stomach stroking slightly. Still flat but so full of happiness, hope.

When dinner is finally plated and served you all sit round the dinner table, Ted playing in the living room with his already full belly, Joel offers to open the bottle of white wine in the centre of the table. All part of your plan. Pouring Maria’s, Tommy’s, his own, and then when he goes to pour for you, (best for last, as he always says) you stop him. “Not for me tonight, thank you.”

Tommy, Ellie, and Joel all look to you shocked; you never say no to a glass of wine.

“No wine? Jeez what’s wrong” Tommy jokingly questions you with a laugh.

Maria elbows him.

“Ouch!”

“What, haven’t you heard?" You quiz their perplexed faces.

All three of them look at you puzzled. You turn to Maria:

"Oh my, my, Maria, I thought it was common knowledge, but obviously not."

Maria laughs in response. Not one hundred percent sure on your plan, but aware of what the outcome is going to be so she plays along.

"Well everyone knows, or well I THOUGHT everyone did, that it’s bad to drink if you’re expecting” you smile.

“Expecting what?” Ellie quickly speaks up. Oblivious.

Joel stands still in his spot, staring at you. “Wha- you mean?”

“Yeah!” You exclaim.

He shoves the bottle of wine onto the table and pulls you out of your chair and into his embrace. Crying and laughing, he grips onto you with so much love. Full of desperation to have you even closer. He kisses you over and over on the lips, before finally pushing you, arms-length away from him, so he can carefully caress your still flat stomach.

Finally, on watching Joel’s actions it computes in Ellies head, “Holyyyy shit!” She stands from her seat. “So, I’m finally gonna be a big sister woAHHHH.”

Joel embraces you once more and turns to Ellie. “Seems that you are kiddo.”

“Congrats!” Ellie walks closer to you, inviting you both into a hug, before getting down on her knees in front of you. She brings her lips right onto your stomach; “Hi baby, about time you came along” she whispers. You laugh wetly at her response.

When you had first started trying for a baby, you'd asked Ellie how she felt about it, because the last thing you wanted was for her to feel pushed aside or replaced. She was elated with the idea, and was just as nervous as you and Joel were for it to happen. So it’s a massive relief for all three of you, that it's a dream, finally being made into a reality.

You stroke a hand into Ellie's hair and smile as you take in the moment. Home, the most wonderful place to be, you don’t think you could be happier than you are right this second. In the arms of the man you love, being embraced by Ellie too as you have Joel's baby, no yours and his baby inside of you. YOUR BABY! IT’S FINALLY HAPPENING!

Ellie finally stands back up, “I’m starving” she groans, walking back over to the table with the goal of wolfing down her food, you and Joel too make your way back over to your seats.

“Congrats to you both!” Tommy shouts across the table.

“Thankyou!” you say in unison.

“Knew it must’ve been something drastic for you be saying no to wine” he cheekily utters.

“Tommy Miller, you cheeky bastard!” You exclaim shaking your head as you laugh.

“Hehe nah I’m only playin, I’m happy for y’all. About time my big brother had some added responsibilities!” He grins.

“Tommy!” Maria scolds at the same time as Joel playfully kicks his shin under the table, causing him to jolt and knee the table.

He turns to look at his brother “I’m only playin’ you know I’m happy for you! You took the piss outa me all the time when we were having Ted even after he was born.” He rubs his knee “You’d done the dad thing before I hadn’t, and you always used that to your advantage. So I think it’s about time I get my own back!”

Joel looks to you shocked.

You sit up straighter in your seat “don’t look at me Miller!” You hold your hands up in surrender “you know exactly what you were doin’ to him!”

He shakes his head “Forever a grudge holder huh baby brother?” He questions playfully focusing back on his brother’s gaze. “Even turnin’ my girl against me?”

He shrugs with a cheeky smile still caked on his face “I am genuinely happy for you both I do mean that. From the bottom of my heart. Plus Ted’s gonna love having a little friend and I for one am not ashamed to admit that I miss the newborn stage! So Uncle Tommy is very much looking forward to newborn snuggles! But to answer your question yes, I’m gonna love every second of watching you sweat over the next 9 months”

You smile at that. Tommy’s cute, but him and his brother are forever in competition, they love each other dearly but love pissing each other off more. This is your family. Your dysfunctional PERFECT family. With the news out, hearts aflutter, emotions high you all begin to eat your meals, chatting any old nonsense. Once the meal is over and the dishes are clean. You offer Tommy and Maria a nightcap. You all sit chatting away, them three on the three seater, Ellie on her stomach on the floor, face hidden within the confines of her sketchbook adding to the conversation every so often , and you’re snuggled on the armchair. Maria, Tommy, and Joel all have a whiskey, whilst you’re stuck with herbal tea. Not that you’d change the reason for that that for the world. Ted is napping upstairs, Joel having worn him out but it’s not long until you hear him stir.

Maria goes to stand, as you move too “I can go?”. You ask her.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah course, best start getting some more practice in anyways, plus, me and Teddy are besties, and I haven’t had a cuddle in AGES!” You moan.

“Baby, he was literally cuddled up to you and fell asleep on you, what like not even an hour ago?” Joel replies laughing.

“Exactly Cowboy, that’s tooooo long without a Teddy cuddle, and seriously they’re the best when he’s still sleepy.”

“Amen. They really are!” Tommy butts in.

“I’ll be back” you wink.

You climb the stairs and walk into yours and Joel’s bedroom where Tommy has set up the travel cot.

“Mama?” he asks sleepily rubbing his eyes.

“Hi Teddy, no not Mama it’s T” you whisper (Ted can’t say aunty, when he tried it came out as T, and well it stuck)

“T!” he almost screams in excitement. His voice laced in sleep.

“Hi! My bestest boy, you wana come down and see Mama and Daddy?”

“Yeh” he rubs his eyes again and then lifts his arms up for you to grab him.

You lift him with a groan. He’s wearing blue, star pattern footie pyjamas. Once in your arms, he settles quickly into your side, before abruptly raising his head again.

"Oh, Where Tudle!"

"Here, I'll get him for you" You reach into the travel cot and grab his teddy turtle. You give it to him and he smiles as he holds it in both his hands and stretches his arms up "Yay Tudle!"

"You really love turtle don't you Teddy Bear?"

"Yah!" After he and turtle have had their moment, he places it into his one hand and puts the thumb of his other into his mouth. Cuddling once again into your side. He’s always so warm and cuddly. You walk back out of the room and make your way back downstairs.

“There he is!” Tommy shouts.

Ted rather than removing his thumb from his mouth, shouts a muffled but clear enough “Daddy!”

You walk over to Tommy, and he takes Ted off you, sitting him in his lap. You then make your way back over to the armchair.

“Did you have a good sleep bud?” Tommy asks.

“Yeh! An tudle” he holds his turtle up into his dads face.

His mispronunciation of turtle forever making everyone laugh.

“Turtle did too huh?”

“Yeh! An now no sleep.”

“No, you’re awake now bud, you can stay awake till we go home, okay?”

“Kay!”

Tommy then passes Ted to Maria, planting a kiss to the top of his head.

“Hi Mama”

“Hey! You look very sleepy, baby Teddy.” She says wiping the underneath of his eyes.

“I no sleepy, I awake.”

“Yeah you’re awake now…” she kisses into his hair before adding “Hey Baby, did you say hi to Uncle Joel?” Maria asks pointing to him.

He looks to Joel, “Hi!” big grin on his face.

He really is the sweetest little boy; you can’t help but smile at him and the way Joel acts with him.

“Why hello little man, I heard you and turtle slept real good in our room!” he smiles back at Ted.

“Tudle say fanks”. He holds his turtle up again.

“Well turtle is very welcome, and you tell him he can sleep over any day he wants”.

“Yay!” at this, Ted shimmies out of his mothers grip and runs the short length over to Joel, hugging his legs. Ever since the kid learnt to walk you swear, he’s got faster and faster. Joel grabs him to sit onto his lap and pulls him into a tight embrace. His entire body covering Joel’s chest he lies there comfortably putting his thumb back into his mouth. You don’t know why, but it’s as if your emotions are now on overdrive, pregnancy hormones don’t kick in this early, do they? Well, whether they do or not, you’re crying. They’re happy tears, but you’re crying. You sniffle, slightly louder than you mean to, and everyone’s gaze turns to you, including Ted’s.

Joel quickly takes Ted off his lap and places him on the sofa next to him. He shoots up “Baby what’s wrong?”

“Joel I’m okay I promise” you laugh “It was just a cute moment, and I couldn’t stop the tears, they’re happy tears. Pinky promise”.

"Oh pregnancy hormones, I remember them well" Maria butts in.

“Jesus” he gasps “You had me worried for a second”.

“Well, you know me Miller, like to keep you on your toes” you reply laughing again, but still crying.

The next thing you know, you hear the soft taps of tiny feet padding towards you and then feel a soft pulling on the blanket you have draped over you. “Jo help”, you laugh at the tiny voice, and Joel bends down to scoop Ted up, placing him on your lap.

“T why cwying?”

He cuddles into you.

“I’m okay Teddy baby, I’m just very happy”. You wipe away your remaining tears.

“Happy yay! tudle happy too.” He holds his turtle up once again. You swear he’s the happiest little boy.

“Yeah, I’m happy Teddy bear and I’m very glad to hear turtle is too.”

Ted then persists to ask everyone else in the room if they’re happy. Once it’s concluded that everyone’s happy, especially because Ted is here. (Which he felt very proud in knowing.) You have something very special to tell him.

“Hey, Teddy bear?”

He turns his gaze back to you.

“We have something to tell you”. He looks to Joel, who’s crouched down the side of the armchair, nodding, then back to you.

“It’s very special kiddo!” Joel adds.

Ted nods in response.

“So, Teddy bear, you remember how I told you that before you were born, you were in Mama’s tummy?”

“Yah” he nods turning to look at Maria and points at her. “There” he then looks back at you.

“Yeah, good remembering Baby!” Maria praises him from across the room.

“Well, now there's one in here!” you point to your own tummy.

“A BABY?!”

“Yeah, Teddy bear in T’s tummy” Joel adds.

He grabs you t-shirt and pulls it up, so a bit of your tummy shows “In there?”

“Yeah, in there, good job bud!” Tommy pipes up.

“Ooooo!”

You all laugh for a moment before Ellie pipes up. Coming to kneel next to where Ted’s sitting.

“Hey Ted, you know how I look after you, cus I’m bigger and we play lots and lots of games?”

“Yah!”

“Well, when this baby comes, you will be lots bigger, so you will have to help me to look after them”

“I help, pwomise.”

“Good, high five!”

They high five. And you laugh again, you never thought there would be a point in your life where you would be this happy. Especially with the added ‘end of the world’ element.

“El can draw?”

“You wana draw? Sure, bud come on”, she helps him off the chair and he runs over to her space on the floor. Sitting on the floor crossing his legs.

When Ellie and Ted are out of your space, you take a second to take in your surroundings. Ellie is thriving in Jackson life and dotes just as much as everyone else on precious Ted; She’s going to be the best big sister. Tommy and Maria are cuddled on the sofa laughing. They really are the best people so besotted with one another. And then there’s Joel, the love of your life, the father of your child. You turn to him and find he’s watching you. You look back into his eyes and you both smile. He lifts an arm and rests the palm of his hand on your stomach. You look down as you place your hand atop his, but then lift your gaze back to his eyes. He's smiling so wide. "I love you", he utters softly. "I love you too Cowboy".

Life is good, and it's about to get so much better.

Next I Series Masterlist I Main Masterlist

#joel miller #the last of us #angst #maria the last of us #tommy miller #pregnancy #pregnant #joel and ellie #joel tlou #the last of us hbo #fluff #You and Joel #After the outbreak #ellie williams #pedro pascal #pedro pascal character fanfic

54 notes · View notes

earthtoharlow · 2 years

Text

Last Part of this AU, thank you guys for loving this so much! It’s been fun!

SERIES MASTERLIST

PERVIOUS

VOGUEMAGAZIINE

liked by cozane, ziongisele, urbanwyatt, druski, nemoachide, arithedon, and 10,679,289 others

voguemagazine: @jackharlow has found happily ever after!

For Vogue’s April issue, Jack Harlow & Stacey James candidly open up about the good, the bad, and the beauitful parts of their whirlwind romance. “One night I asked him the dreaded question no one likes to ask, “What are we? We’re perefct for each other? Why aren’t we together?” And he was like “This really awkard. I have to go.”

Tap the link in our bio for the full profile. Photographed by @urbanwyatt

view all 222,916 comments

user: um????

user: please tell them this is a sick joke

druski: thanks for the invite! 🙄

user: imagine asking a guy that and he RUNS away!!

SZA: lol

user: no way, poor Y/N

user: He was just with Y/N 4 months ago!! The aduacity

summerwalker: the nerve of men

THESHADEROOM

Liked by 30,745 users

theshaderoom: uh oh! Roommates, Y/N seemingly deactivates her Twitter and Instagram accounts after ex man Jack Harlow pops up married to mistress Stacey James, 4 months after he cheated again and begged her for forgiveness! (See previous posts)

view all 5,793 comments

user: Jack has really shown his ass these past two years

user: praying for y/n cause whewwwwww

user: she needs to get over it, that man didn’t want her

user: stacey prettier anyway

user: it’s one thing to have a baby on her but to marry the bitch too??? His momma need to whoop his ass

THATGIRLSTACEY

liked by neelamthadhani, jackharlow, cozane, nemoachida, kimkardashian, goldenbarbie, jaydacheavs and 478,799 others

thatgirlstacey: happy birthday to my beautiful husband and baby daddy! You’re the most amazing man I’ve ever met. There’s no one I’d rather spend the rest of my life with. Willow & I are so lucky to have you in our life

user: the best couple!

user: girl he probably cheating on you

user: goals

neelamthadhani: Aw love you guys

user: y/n better

kimkardashian: can’t wait to celebrate tonight 💋

user: why was Jack seen without his ring recently 👁️👄👁️

thatgirlstacey: not that it’s any of your business but it’s because he was getting it cleaned. Y’all y/n stans are almost as pathetic as she is

user: y/n has been off the internet for over a year now and you still talking shit??? You weird as hell

user: haaaa drag that hoe

user: you got the man, why continue to mention his ex

THESHADEROOM

liked by 856,037 users

theshaderoom: whew chileee! #JackHarlow did not hold back when asked about his ex Y/N Y/L reportedly dating his very good friend, and collaborator #Drake! If you recall Harlow and Y/N were dating for 2 years before Jack cheated and had a baby with now wife, #StaceyJames.

While on The Breakfast Club, Jack went on to say that he has no respect for women that date their ex’s friends. “I don’t want to slut shame but no self respecting woman homie hops. It’s disgusting but you know, b*tches are weird these days”

When asked if he’s spoken to Drake since the news dropped he says “No, and I really don’t have anything to say, he’s just as bad as she is. We were boys, you just don’t do that. But it’s whatever, I’m happy she’s out my hands though.”

What ya’ll think about his response, #Roomies?!

view all 9,306 comments

user: oh someone needs to kicked his ass

user: what’s wrong with homie hopping?

user: two years ago he would’ve beat someone’s ass for speaking on y/n like this

user: oh so now she’s weird because she don’t want him anymore

user: he’s right? 🤷‍♀️

user: why he caling her all these different types of bitches? has he lost his mind

user: he needs to watch his mouth, he know Drake got mob ties

YOURINSTA

Liked by SZA, summerwalker, cardib, latto777, chloebailey, champagnepapi, druski, Keke, and 993,016 others

yourinsta: Let’s make one thing clear. I’ll homie hop, sibling hop whatever don’t care. I’ll fuck your opps, it does not matter. Maybe they’re my soulmate and the universe brought you to me to introduce us.

Now, back to being a new mother and writing new music 💋

view all 24,036 comments

user: omg!!!!

user: now how clayborn get into this

user: this is crazy but I’m so happy my queen is back

user: wait

claybornharlow: 😳😟

user: NEW MOTHER??!!!!

user: you’re a mom?!!!

SZA: I love you boo! I’m coming to visit soon, I have gifts for my god daughter 😍

user: you betta drag that wispy cloud

theestallion: HOTTIE 🥵

CHAMPAGNEPAPI

liked by justinbieber, yaonlylivvonce, urbanwyatt, normani, saweetie, rubirose, yourinsta and 1,657,035 others

champagnepapi: a lot of you boys wouldn't be here if it wasn't for me so don't forget to wish me a happy fathers day June 18th.

comments on this post have been limited

icespice: 😍

yourinsta: papi 💋

tinashenow: sheesh

druski: I know my boy throwing up right now

NickiMinaj: look at my baby 😍😍

urbanwyatt: 🥴

Thank you to my sweet sweet anon who gave me the idea of reader going ghost and getting pregnant ;) i changed some things around tho but thank you love

Tag List:

(message me if you'd like to be added)

@heavyhitterheaux @hoodharlow @neon-lights-and-glitter @babiefries @toocriticalharlow @macey234 @jackmans-poison @dstark-0706 @harlowsbby @xxkoolkatxx

NEXT PART

#jack harlow #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow reader #social media au #jack harlow instagram au #jack harlow social media au

343 notes · View notes

oreo102 · 5 months

Note

Please I'm so so curious to hear your thoughts on 10/14

Ok so my thoughts on 10 are less than 14 so let’s start with him lol. I have not watched 10, so my hatred of him is more hatred by proxy of how the fandom treats him and proxy of 14, but I still do have a few specific thoughts and this will be long and definitely rambly

A) when talking about him I usually refer to him as Fandom’s Favorite White Boy or Pathetic Wet Cat/Twink mostly because it’s funny but for now I’ll use 10. The most I know about 10 is that he is angsty and in love with rose and besties with Donna… also that he’s pathetic but that’s more vibes

So- my hate of 10 is less tangible than 14 but i still have a few points, the main one being the way i see ppl talk about how he treated Martha and how obsessed with rose he was. I don’t think it’s ever compelling to have someone’s main personality trait be loving someone a whole lot which also honestly is my problem with rose (don’t hate her but don’t care about her)

From what I have seen and heard of 10 it’s rather… boring, honestly? Like it’s mostly clips out of context but for 13 and 15 I saw clips out of context and was like “ok wth is happening? /pos” with 10 it’s more like “wtf?” Also pretty sure his episodes were some of the ones I saw when my parents had the show on that played a part in me swearing the show off so

Ok onto the more tangible hatred of 14. A lot of this, admittedly, is more about the writing and showrunner decisions than 14 but those things by proxy makes me hate him

So- I have a lot of feelings on him quite literally starting from his first appearance in power of the doctor. I am SO PETTY that he doesn’t wear 13’s silly little outfit. Like I have gone on full rants about that fact to my friends and family

I’ve seen something claim that rtd didn’t want 14 to wear her outfit because people might be transphobic and derogatory towards him (even tho Dhawan!master wore it, and it’s pretty gender neutral) but then did nothing about the shit ppl said about ruby’s actor or about ppl who would be a bitch about rose the second being nonbinary(also i remember seeing a post about their deadname being mentioned in an episode? Not totally sure that’s true tho)

The 60th anniversary specials themselves don’t really celebrate Dr who as a whole as much as 10’s run with a few old villains but that’s not really my main issue with that. My main issue with the specials is that the Doctor gets their happy ending. With Donna. And her family. When fucking 3-4 episodes prior, their happy ending would’ve been yaz. It would’ve been staying with yaz. But nope! Donna! Because that’s what 10 would’ve wanted.

And I don’t want 14 to be with yaz, btw, I mean I want them to meet and for yaz to hit him, but I don’t want them to be a thing or like be together because I believe yaz is a lesbian but that’s not the point of this so moving on

I also have very much big issues with the scene where 15 and 14 are (presumably, I don’t think I’ve ever seen the full scene) talking about women they love and mention who I assume to be River and rose but not yaz, who again, they wanted to spend forever with 3-4 episodes prior. It makes the doctor seem like a douchebag even if it’s a writing issue and not a character issue

Also 14 being David tenant overshadows 13’s departure and 15’s arrival and since he is most likely going to show up at least a little bit in s14 he’ll overshadow 15 in his own series. It’s icky at the very least.

There’s something inherently bad about having the fandoms Favorite White Boy be with a contentious casting decision (because I have no faith in the Dr who fandom not to be bigoted) and even if no one has an issue with 15 being black and maybe gay (is he gay? He gives gay vibes) it’s still setting him up for failure by pairing him with 14

Also bigeneration is so fucking dumb and I hate it

Also also stop giving the Dr 19 year old companions it’s getting kinda weird now

27 notes · View notes

idontplaytrack · 24 days

Note

Capri x (Darby’s sister) Reader (Future, Late 20’s/early 30’s)

Reader is cooking in the kitchen waiting for Capri to come home

Capri is absolutely exhausted after a long day of coaching for cheer camp

Their daughter (4) is out with her aunt (darby) giving the couple some alone time

👍

This life thing

Capri Donahue x Harper!Sibling fem reader

Warnings: coarse language, fluff, smut

Into the future, Capri and reader’s love had grown, so did their family. (Bonus chapter to the ‘My Charmed One’ series)

You were in the kitchen, making dinner while waiting for Capri to come home. Today’s been the quietest the house has been in ages, seeing that Adelaide yours and Capri’s 4-year old was out with Darby and Alex for the day. You knew Capri would be exhausted, she’s been coaching at a cheer camp for the last three days. As much as she loves her job, it still takes a toll. Rest was much needed no matter how motivated she was.

Capri got off work around 4:45, and it takes her about an hour to get home. So, judging by the time on the clock right now, you had quite awhile before she was home with you. She did send you a text on her way home to let you know that she was going to be back soon, so that made you more excited. In the meantime, you were making her favourite pasta dish for dinner.

You were done cooking, so you went to tidy up the house some more since you had time to kill. While you were wiping the TV console with a rag, Capri returns home. “Hi, baby!” Capri gasps, running up to you. You abandon your task, stood up and hugged her. “Hey, honey.” You kissed her on the cheek, chuckling over your words.

“Wow, it’s quiet around here.” She noticed.

“Darby and Alex took Addy out. Won’t be back until after dinner.” You pressed another kiss, to her lips.

“I know, it’s just…been awhile since we got any alone time. The house being so quiet’s a little weird.” Her hands fall onto your hips, she gazes into your eyes, brushing the stray hairs out of your face.

“How was work?” You asked.

“It was good, but of course, I’m tired and just glad to be home with my lady.” She grins cheekily. You laughed, resting your forehead against hers.

“Aw.”

“So…what’ve you been up to today?” She asks, leading you over to the couch to sit down.

“Honestly, once they picked Addy up after breakfast, I went back to sleep, took a shower and just didn’t do anything until I had to make dinner and tidy up the place.”

“Hey, well, as long as you’re doing what you gotta do and you’re happy and rested? You know?” Capri said back.

“It’s so weird though. I’ve never had them or anyone spend the whole day with her.” You sigh.

“She’s fine, I’m sure of it.” Capri assured.

“I know, but it’s like— she’s never spent this much time apart from either of us.”

“When she left, did she throw a tantrum or cry?”

“No, she immediately ran and jumped into Darby’s arms.” You chuckled at the thought.

“Which is great, she knows and trusts them. She loves them both.” Capri continues.

“That makes sense, but I’m just not that used to it because like I said, too quiet. But it’s nice.”

“Nice?” She asks, chin leaning on your shoulder.

“Of course, my brain doesn’t feel like it’s gonna shut down like when she screams and squeals whenever I try and get her to pack up her toys, eat her food or try and get her to shower?”

Capri laughs, “That’s true. It is frustrating when those things happen sometimes,” Sneakily, she pressed a kiss to your neck which made you gasp. “It’s been a minute since we…”

You nodded quickly, the desire quickly washing over you. You had no idea how much you wanted to do something like that again until it was initiated. It’s always been the last thing on your mind these days. Or, in months, even. You two were always so tired with work and looking after Addy that nothing else was on your minds than the usual routine.

“I think…we should have dinner first.” You squirmed, fighting a laugh.

“Oh.” Capri replied teasingly, “Are we still going with the sex being dessert thing?”

That did it for you, you laughed. “I don’t know. I just— want you to have your food before we do anything, y’know? You just got back from work.”

“Unbelievable, I can still make you so flustered after so many years together?” Capri asks while squeezing your thigh.

“Always.” You admitted with a bit of a laugh, “Let’s eat dinner first, don’t want it to get cold.”

“Okay.” Capri agreed, taking your hand and walking into the kitchen with you.

————

Capri manages to kick the door close quickly, almost as quickly as she plopped you onto bed. “I’m so lucky.” She smiled, gazing into your eyes lovingly as she hovered over you.

“You’re lucky?” You scoffed, “Please. I’m the lucky one. Still don’t know how this happened.”

She grins. “Are you always gonna be all flustered when I do this?” Tease.

“Always.” You admitted.

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on. That’s not the only thing I love about you.”

Your heart fluttered.

“You know it. We’ve been through so much together.” Capri says, hands trailing down your front, “You’re so strong, so motivated, so intelligent and so loving and kind. The best partner and mother I could’ve ever imagined for myself and my kid.”

You’d pursed your lips together, cheeks growing hot, “I love you.”

“I love you too, darling.” Capri presses her lips against yours. Straightening up, her eyes gazes down at you, tracing your body. You start to avoid her gaze. “Hey.” Her hand stops on your hip, “Look at me, y/n.” And you did, immediately. Your heart melted at that, it always does. You loved yourself, you did. But the attention always makes you feel things.

“You wanna do it?” Capri asked softly, “You’re sure?”

“Mhm.” You nodded in confirmation, “I’m sure.”

With that being said, she begins to attack your skin with kisses, all over. Expertly, she was working over the spots that made you tick. “Shit.” You cursed, “Shit, that feels so good.”

Capri hums in approval, continuing her ministrations, sucking at your neck with just the right amount of pressure to make your arousal grow. When she’s heard that you were ready for more, she starts to move lower. Her hand reaches underneath your shirt, holding onto the hem as she looked at you for an answer. You swiftly nodded, allowing her to remove the clothing. Once that was out of the way, your pants and underwear were off too, abandoned along with your shirt in some corner of the room. You whined as you palmed your breast and groped it before she wrapped her lips around the tip. “Ugh, fuck.” You groaned, “Fuck, that— keep going— keep going—”

“Of course, baby. Of course my darling’s gonna get whatever she wants…” Capri’s hand slides down your front, cupping your cunt, her fingers in your folds, “and definitely whatever she needs.” As she uttered that last word, two fingers plunged into you, hitting your sensitive spot and caused you to scream. Capri took great pleasure and pride in that.

A breathy whimper made her coo at you, and made you so frustrated because she was doing it on purpose to rile you up. And it always worked. Always. She never failed to have her way with you, you’d fold all the time.

“I know, I know…” Capri spoke to you sweetly as her fingers carried on their push and pull, fucking you into oblivion. You had zero idea what kind of god forsaken noises you were even making but they sure were working in your favour because you were getting closer and closer to your high.

“Mm— fuck— fuck— fuck!” Your chest heaved, back arching off the mattress pushing her deeper. Capri only smiles at you, knowing exactly how you were feeling.

“Keep going.” Capri whispers, thumb now pressing onto your clit every time her digits pushed their way into your tightening walls. “Let me hear, huh? Am I making you feel good, darling?” Words get caught in your throat as you swallow painfully, eventually moaning. She slaps your cunt when you didn’t verbally respond, you yipped, toes curling. “Fuck!” You exclaimed, “Fuck. Yes. Yes. Yes, you’re making me feel—”

Finger number three slid into you without resistance, you gasp, begging her to go faster. Capri obliged, basking in the filthy filthy noises coming from your mouth and the juncture between your thighs. At the same time, she fondles with your tits which made your head spin. You were finally pushed into overdrive when her lips made a return to your nipple, sucking it like her life depended on it. Barely straddling you, her fingers fucked you while her mouth gave your sensitive nub the much wanted attention. Your climax hit, causing your hand to clutch her shoulder for support as you cursed and cried through every single moment. You felt your whole body literally convulsing but no, Capri doesn’t just stop. She never does, she would only gradually slow down. Which helps, usually. But right now, you were bordering overstimulation given how long it’s been since you two had been intimate.

Right before you told her to stop, she did. She stops before you asked. “Let me help—”

She shushed you, “All good. I don’t feel like it. Took care of myself last week and I’m settled for awhile.”

Your eyes widened in bewilderment for a split second but you quickly regained your composure, “Okay.” She lays down beside you, brushing the hair out of your eyes and kissing you softly on the lips, “You good? Did I hurt you?”

“I’m okay.” You nodded, “Didn’t hurt me. It’s just been awhile and damn, that was— crazy. Almost forgot how good it felt.”

Capri giggles, “Really? That’s…not very nice for me to hear.”

You sulked.

“Kidding, kidding.” She gasped, eyes meeting yours before she engulfed you in a hug, “I get it. You said they’re getting back at 9?”

You nodded, head snuggled against her chest.

“Thirty minutes.” Capri noted, “Let’s get you cleaned up. You’re showering with me.”

“How nice.” You poked her chest playfully, “One more minute though.”

————

Hearing some chatter from the other side of the front door, followed by a familiar jingle of keys, the front door swings open. “Hi, mommy!” Addy attacked Capri first with a hug— to her legs, given her height. Capri quickly picked her up. “Hi, my love.” Capri grins, kissing her on the cheek, “Did you have fun?”

“Uh-huh.” The kid nodded excitedly, “We played mini golf and we had milkshakes after dinner.”

“Hi, baby.” You walked over to them in the kitchen.

“Mama!” She squealed, turned around and hugged you while Capri was still holding onto her. Capri lets her go once you held on.

“Thanks…for spending all day with her.” You told them.

“We always love spending time with her.” Darby chuckles, “Sometimes a handful, definitely takes after your wife.”

Capri snorted, laughing.

“We always have a lot of fun.” Alex quipped, “And I always have a lot of fun seeing Darbs run after her.”

“Alex!” Darby chided quietly while you excused yourself and took Adelaide into her room to her a new outfit before you gave her a bath. “Yeah, well…she’s thrilled to be staying up past her bedtime, obviously.” You heard Capri joke while you exit the living area.

“You sleepy, lovey?” You chuckled as you got her dried off and dressed. Adelaide nods, nuzzling her head in your chest once she was fully redressed. You carried her off the counter and walked over to her bed, tucking her in.

Once she was actually sleepy, she wouldn’t be as chatty or be wanting to get out of the bath when you weren’t done.

“You want a story, baby?”

“No, mama.” She shook her head, “Can you lie here? With me?”

“Of course, baby.” You agreed, quickly climbing into the bed with her, letting her snuggle with you. You stroked her hair as she had her head on your chest, lulling her to sleep. “Good night, lovey.”

“G’night, mama.”

Capri showed up in the doorway, watching you both. “Hi.” She smiled, mouthing to you.

You smiled back, looking between her and Adelaide. Your heart swelled, she was a spitting image of Capri. Capri walks on and sat down with you in Addy’s bed. “She looks so much like you.” You remarked, patting the girl’s back while you glanced at Capri.

Capri nods, then shrugs, “I see a lot of you in her too. She’s a good mix of us both.”

You slid out from beneath Addy and left the room which Capri, leaving the door ajar. After saying bye to your sister and Alex, you and Capri turned in for the night. “You know…some nights I just lie here and think about how far we’ve come, how much we’ve done together, been through together. All…for what we have now. A family of our own, giving her all our love, giving her the best. We have so much love, Capri.”

Capri pulls you into her arms, “We do. We do have so much love to give, that’s why we had her. She’s everything to me, like you are. You two make me feel so happy, motivate me to get up everyday and give it all I’ve got. You two are my world.”

“Well, you guys. Are my entire world.” You said back, “I’m so lucky. To have you and Addy, my sister, Alex. To be able to have gotten married to you, the love of my life. Have a kid, start a family. It hasn’t been easy. We’ve worked so damn hard and I’m proud of what we’ve overcome and achieved.”

Capri kisses you on the side of your head, “I’m proud of us. We’re doing a fucking great job at this life thing.”

“Yes we are.”

🏷️ Tag list:

@ashecampos @auliisflower @cheesysoup-arlo @frogs00 @ludoesartandstuff @pda128

💭A/N:

Loved writing this one hehe. Thanks sm for the request and waiting🫶🏼 wasn’t sure if you wanted smut but it seemed like the right direction to take for a part of it😶‍🌫️

10 notes · View notes

alldaysarenights · 6 months

Text

On Discworld…

…and the things I’ve learned so far.

I know, I’m late, but sometimes it’s fun to discover something on your own and in your time.

Recently, I’ve started reading the Discworld series, beginning with Rincewind. And there are so many tiny things I’ve discovered, I don’t even know where to start.

I’ll give D&D a go first. As a passionate player and also a I-once-ran-a-short-campaign DM, I couldn’t but notice all the references there to find, especially with Rincewind. Right now I’m 4 books into his story, barely at the beginning, yet I’ve laughed my a** off a few times. Always wondering what he took from a former campaign. Well, at first I wondered if Sir Pratchett actually played. The internet was quick to answer the question, yes, yes of course he did. Would have been more surprised, if he didn’t.

I discovered stuff about the gods playing dice and there are sorcerer, barbarians and the luggage, which slightly reminds me of a mimic. But I guess this beast came afterwards. I told the other players of my group, and they agreed on the resemblance. Now we definitely have the plan, to tame a mimic, lol.

I could quote you so much stuff, but I’d fancy you going on an adventure and see it for yourself. Read the books, assemble some good friends, and have some fun on a silly campaign. Not necessarily in this order.

Next thing that keeps popping up in my mind, while reading, is Good Omens. I came from the Neil Gaiman side, getting lured in by Morpheus, whom I met doing some research. My comic book dealer was happy to help. Naturally, there was a point where I did read Good Omens. And it was weird, this was Gaiman, but also not, and it was so funny. I knew one day I would have to read Discworld. Unfortunately, I was a bit discouraged by the massive amount of books. The problem sorted out itself, after a friend, I’ve talked to about it, enabled me to read them.

With it came a list in which order I should proceed, so I happily jumped in, secretly nurturing the idea of reading all the books within a year. If it works out, no idea, we’ll see. If so, I might write another article on the experience.

Anyway, the point is, knowing Good Omens well as for watching the series multiple times and doing the same to the book (reading actually), I couldn’t but notice some stuff that definitely came from Terry’s side. Like phrases, he kept using. I did read: “Not as such” as an answer more than once. No matter who said it, in my imagination it was Crowley for a split second.

The first book got me so confused, I completely forgot that this was Terry Pratchett. I caught myself thinking, I was reading Neil Gaiman. This set my brain on halt and the world stood for a second. Amazing what books can do to you.

I’ve realised Death and the horsemen and how they seem unable to start a proper apocalypse. Also, sometimes there were phrases sounding a lot like Agnes Nutter. As well as the tone it is written in, the tiny wordings you sometimes aren’t aware of as an author. And it led me to the conclusion, (of course there is no other evidence and I could be totally wrong), that Neil must have invested a lot of time in re-reading the Discworld or maybe already know them by heart. For some of the things I’ve realised definitely played a part in GO2.

It is amazing how much two people can morph into one, and yet there must be a lot of work behind the scenes. I for my part can only hope that my writing buddy and I can get to this point some day. At least I’ll have to convince him to write a full-grown novel together first.

So you might ask yourself, and I know because so did I, what’s the whole point of this article? Fair enough. I came to the conclusion, that fun expands with knowledge. And I know, my sense of fun probably differs from that of others a lot. But if you are able to grasp those tiny hints and hidden pleasures, it can make a story twice as joyful.

So go out there and consume all those stories. Not just by reading. Listen to people telling their stories, watch movies, series, anime. Maybe go to the opera or watch a play. Memorise a poem or play a game. Find the medium which suits you well but keep on searching, you’ll never know what you might learn from it and what pleasures and magic are hidden in those stories. Because our world is built, or maybe better, powered by storytelling.

#discworld #terry pratchett #neil gaiman #good omens #dnd #stories #storytelling

20 notes · View notes

chaifootsteps · 8 months

Note

I wanna start this out by saying I’ve known about vivzie for at least maybe 5 years or more now, and have never been interested in her shows until my YouTube recommended was bombarded with videos covering Hazbin which forced me (sarcasm) to watch both series overnight.

I started with ep 4 first because it was the most controversial and I wanted to actively torture myself, half of the interest in ep 4 for me was the fact that I generally have a strong stomach when it comes to certain shit, including what I’ll call trauma porn, which is basically just a constant flow of traumatic horrible shit happening to a character or characters on screen for sympathy or to poorly simulate a provocative, deep story through a constant bombarding of terrible things. I like horror and I was groomed using some fucked up shit so emotionally I’m not easily fazed by a lot of things outside of extreme sexual violence. I also have a noncon kink as a victim of sa. I’ll say that I wasn’t as disturbed as I’d initially thought I’d be, but like. Very confused and bewildered by everything that was happening, it’s difficult to describe, but at some point I stopped trying to be immersed and kept thinking about how this got published as is. The moment that it all turned into what I could best describe as a music video I almost wanted to laugh at the absurdity and how bad this all was. Like. They thought this was what? Thought provoking? Not clearly just a fetish put on screen for the shock value of it all?

It’s not one of the most tasteless depictions of sexual assault I’ve seen, but that’s mainly because it’s so juvenile, it’s akin to how children write things like this in their fanfics and oc stories. I definitely understand why people were caught off guard by it — especially younger viewers because this is tasteless as all fuck. I get having certain fucked up kinks, but like. Inserting certain things into your works meant to be seen by a larger audience is so fucking stupid.

But like, I’d argue it’s all over the place as someone who’s seen media like this. Like in helluva boss, I’d argue the stolas kidnapping episode was full of it. In a lot of yaoi stuff that I was groomed on violence is a sort of “foreplay” in the story, it preludes the noncon bits, plays into greater themes of humiliation and domination. Moxie also has a bunch of weird shit done to him that fits a lot of the shit I’ve seen including that whole episode where they meet his dad. Admittedly, I liked fizz and asmodeus because the next time we see them they’re being domestic and shit and it was a good break for my brain because I couldn’t stand the plot and a good chunk of our cast, but yeah they also fall into yaoi tropes though it’s not the most egregious. Stolitz is just your general yaoi trope, questionable consent paired with a will they won’t they with the objectifying party realizing they’re actually in love with the person they’re constantly objectifying who is made out as the bad guy for not reciprocating their feelings for obvious reasons. Also the royalty x poor person plot line where the poor person is bought at some point for the royal, the only thing inherently different than most stories I’ve seen as that stolas is the bottom and blitz is the top. Half of the reason I can’t stand any of this shit is that most of the masculine characters will definitely have a male love interest or character that they use to write in more yaoi storylines and. Yaoi storylines suck ass. It’s a shame that this is counted as queer fiction at all because it is just plain yaoi shit, and as a gay guy I hate that.

Anyways fuck this show actually coming out and fucking with the YouTube algorithm enough to get my attention, I wish I could take those hours of my life back, but I will definitely rant about this again.

Please come by again to share if you do! Lord knows there's so much to be ranted about.

#Anonymous #hazbin hotel critical #viv stuff #actual blog post

28 notes · View notes

redfoxwritesstuff · 9 months

Text

Sunflower: Book 1, Chapter 3

Tom Hiddleston x OFC Series rated: M Chapter warnings: drinking AN: Can you believe it? We're at chapter three! Three consistent weeks of Sunflower! That's like a posting record for the last three years! Look friends, I know a lot of us, me included, are in some pretty crazy weather right now. It's either super cold or super snowy or if you're really unlucky- both. Stay safe, stay warm

Masterlist Chapter 2 Chapter 4 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 3

They sat in a corner booth of a small private restaurant. It was peaceful and empty. Places like this were frequented by locals primarily while the visitors would sleep in and wait for the brunch buffets, fast food joints and reservations for celebrity chiefs. Even on The Strip, locals had their places.

They were in the weird in between time where Las Vegas was either still sleeping off the night before or had already gone to work, contributing even more to the isolated feeling that hung in the air.

It was places like this that the resident celebrities could slip in and get some eggs and toast without any fuss. Places like this, Elton John or Celine Dion were just another local hiding from the flashing lights. Places like this embodied the vibe of the locals. The walls screamed, ‘Look, we all just live here’.

“Thank you again,” she picked at the airy sleeve around her wrist, “for the clothes.”

“It’s the least I can do for asking you to hear me out.”

“I- I know who you are.” She blurted out and his whole body stiffened. “I called Ashley- My sister- to cancel breakfast and she looked you up.”

“And?” He was cautious now, so different than the carefree charm that seemed to drip from his pores and that worried her. It was like the warmth had been sucked from the air around him in a instant.

“You’re an actor. I- I’ve not seen anything you’ve done. I don’t really see much movies. Why me? Why just a normal girl? Don’t you have an actress girlfriend or something. Won’t insisting on trying to be married ruin your career or life or something?” Her insecurities were all the more raw knowing that not only did she drunk marry a hot man but a famous one at that.

“Maybe that’s why.” The waiter refilled their coffees, interrupting the conversation though Tom was quick to thank him for the refill. “Maybe I need something normal. I’ve done the actress partner thing and it just- it’s too much attention. My ex, my last serious relationship- she got married this weekend.”

“So you drown your loneliness and marry a stranger?” She scoffed at him. “That’s not how anyone should solve their problems.” It was the Vegas way though.

“Perhaps. But perhaps it’ll work out.”

“What about your career?”

“It’ll be fine, I’m sure.” She wasn’t as sure as he was but really, what did she know?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

His phone rang though he was quick to dismiss the call. “You have every reason to be worried but I can promise you, I’m not going to force you to do anything. One year- give us one year to see if this was a mistake or not.”

“Tom,”

“I know it’s probably not going to work out, most marriages don’t and we don’t even know each other. Let’s take the time to get to know each other though. Let’s see what happens. Let’s take our time. If it doesn't work out and we still don’t want to be together in a year, we split no fault, no questions.”

“So we play pretend?”

“It won’t be pretend. We stay loyal to each other. We put in a honest effort. And if I ever make you feel unsafe or we fight too much, we pull the plug. I know I’m asking a lot-” The ringing of his phone interrupted him again.

“Do you need to take it?”

“No…” His answer was reluctant as the phone lit up once again with another call.

“You sure?”

He sighed. “I Should. Here,” He handed her a few twenties from his wallet. “That should be enough for the bill and tip. If you wouldn’t mind? I’ll try to be quick but…”

“It’s fine.” She wove him away. Was this her first act as his wife? It felt surreal. “Tom?”

He turned to her, phone halfway to his ear. “Yeah?”

“I think this is a dumb idea but, okay.”

His face lit up in a smile. “Okay.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“This is Tom.”

“Do not ‘This is Tom’ me.” Luke was angry.

“What’s got your feathers ruffled?” Playing dumb was always a good move with Luke. It’s far better to admit nothing until he knows exactly why Luke is mad at him this time. Tom had learned the hard way that if he started talking first, he was likely to admit to flirting with a interviewer when Luke was mad about a too high room service bill.

“Have you lost your bloody mind?” That wasn’t a good sign.

“Is the correct answer ‘Yes’?”

“Damn right it is. You have ten seconds to explain to me why there are pictures of you kissing a brunette in a bar the same night Sophia got married. Go.”

“I’m human and allowed to kiss women, Luke.” Tom leaned against the side of the building, standing in the shade.

It was quickly getting hot outside with the sun beating down. He wanted his sunglasses but they were back on the table.

“True. I’d rather you did it discreetly but that’s true. How about why there’s pictures of you with the same woman wearing a wedding gown. Tell me you crashed a wedding.”

“I crashed a wedding.”

“You didn’t get married?”

“I got married.”

“Oh thank god.” There were three heartbeats exactly, Tom had counted, between Luke’s reflexive answer and the realization hitting. “The fuck you did! You’re going to get it annulled, right?”

“No, we’re not.”

“Have you lost your mind?”

“That seems to be the question of the day.”

“Do you have any idea what this will do to your career? Your reputation?” Luke sighed. “I feel sick.”

“It’ll be fine, I have faith in you. You can clean nearly anything up.” The door opened and Tom glanced over. She was beautiful even the morning after, with her hair in a lightly contained mess.

“This is a mistake.” Luke said as Tom watched her look around before catching sight of him.

“Hopefully it’s the best mistake I’ve ever made,” Tom smiled as he disconnected Luke’s squawking as he pushed himself up off the wall.

“Here,” She held out the excess cash. He’d given her too much for the bill, even factoring a generous tip. Though he took it from her, he didn’t stop to count it before putting it in his pocket. “What now?”

“Well, if we’re going to give this a chance we should get to know each other. We can walk around, get to know each other? Do you want to stop by your room to get a change of shoes?” The started walking together back toward the hotel. It wasn’t far but her feet would quickly start hurting.

“I don’t have a room. I’m a local.”

“Oh,” the silence was awkward.

Two strangers stood in the bright sun of a waking city. They hardly knew anything about each other and yet they were husband and wife. The biggest adventure -or mistake- of their lives stretched out in the twelve months before them.

For better or worse, they had taken their first steps down this path together, as partners. Their lives would forever be changed and shaped by the decision made this morning. With the path that took them to this point as unknown as the future, let us walk along side them as the Las Vegas sun beats down around us.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“So, why were you drinking by yourself?” Tom stood close to her. It was dark yet the Vegas heat radiated up off at the pavement. The shared a smoothie in a large cup. The alcohol was strong but she was having the time of her life.

“I work here. Why are you drinking alone in Las Vegas?” She danced in place to the music playing from the speakers as water spouts shot in the air, lit up in a rainbow of colors to the tune of the music.

“I’m not drinking alone, I’m drinking with a beautiful brunette.” It took two tries to catch her hand, but when he did, he spun her around just to see the smile that lit up her face.

~~~~~~~~~<3

Tag List: @winterisakillerr, @alexakeyloveloki @jennyggggrrr, @dangertoozmanykids101, @tilltheendwilliwrite @tinchentitri @wizardcherryblossom, @buttercupcookies-blog, @violethaze, @kats72

#tom hiddleston x ofc #tom hiddleston x original female character #Tom hiddleston x oc #Tom hiddleston x original character #tom hiddleston fanfic #tom hiddleston fanfiction #Tom hiddleston rpf

24 notes · View notes

autumnwoodsdreamer · 1 month

Note

Who are your favorite side characters in The Mandalorian?

The Mandalorian is one of those rare instances where I enjoy almost all the side characters. Especially in the first one and a half seasons, the side characters feel so grounded and real—even when their concepts are full-blown quirky sci-fi (dear, dear Frog Lady). They fit the world, they support the story, they have heart, and enough of their own stories leak through to convince us they had lives before we (and Din) meet them.

But I have favourites, of course. And reasons. I have many reasons.

Side characters I love absolutely and have no notes on:

Kuiil

He wins your heart so fast, old Kuiil. His calm willingness to help Din is endearing, in and of itself, but the fact it stems from this beaten but not dead hope that if someone can just get that prize, then his home can enjoy peace—the very thing he set out to find after a life of slavery? Heart-breaking.

Cara Dune

Strong female character with an actual story arc? Who gets to be strong physically in a very believable manner but at the same time has a backstory and shows a healthy range of human emotion (which includes *gasp* empathy)? In my Star Wars?

It’s more likely than you think.

Omera

One episode. Just one episode in the entire series and she is forever remembered. There’s still so much about her I want to know. Why does she know how to use a blaster in a village that doesn’t have weapons? What was her life before Sorgan (assuming she came from somewhere else, which is highly likely?)

I don’t want them to answer any of that in the show or movie (I don’t trust ‘em), but what we saw of her in Chapter 4 is enough to make me want to explore this character over and over again in fics.

Peli Motto

Really thought she was just gonna be a swindling mechanic but she consistently lets her heart of gold and her eccentricity shine through and, for that, I love her forever.

Migs Mayfeld

Remember watching Chapter 6 the first time and hating this guy? Then watching Chapter 15 the first time and hating him in the beginning but then slowly, begrudgingly warming up to him until he cemented himself as a good guy forever in the end?

I’ve been chasing that high for four years now. Nothing’s come close.

Characters I have some notes on (it’s not their fault; season 3 did them dirty)

Greef Karga

Oh, I adore Greef.

I really wanted to put him in the first category, I really, really did, and seasons 1&2 Greef belongs there for sure but season 3 Greef… I don’t know what happened. They played it off for laughs but that sudden pompous attitude and the ridiculous attire and the strange tone in the interactions with Din… it didn’t feel like the competent guild leader and boss/friend/father figure he was previously.

IG-11

I’m actually not sure if he belongs in this category or not. Bit of a paradox. Can I say his character did anything wrong when, technically, he was dead and other characters reanimated his dead chassis and turned it into a glorified Iron Man suit for the baby?

Paz Vizsla

Again, it’s not him; it’s season 3’s treatment of him. He didn’t do anything wrong except die.

The Armourer

I really loved her in the first season. She was such a pleasant surprise. But every appearance since has left a weird taste in my mouth. She quickly became a tool for the writers to cram in lore (which in itself didn’t always seem too well fleshed out which only made her seem weirder), and whatever beliefs she had held with such devotion seemed sacrificed to suit the plot (“she gets to take her helmet off and walk both ways, that’s totally fine, I’m endorsing it, even; but if anyone else dares show a glimpse of their chins, it’s a trip to the skanky cave water for you.”)

#thanks for the ask!#ask autumn #the mandalorian #kuiil #cara dune #omera #peli motto #migs mayfeld #greef karga #ig 11 #paz vizsla #the armourer #the armorer #(I did think of boba and fennec but I couldn’t decide if they belonged on a side character list when they are technically main characters)#(I mean… they have their own show… so…)#(but they rank high. if they count as side characters then they get to be in the first category)

11 notes · View notes

lilydoeswrite · 8 months

Text

THE MERCILESS SIREN | CHAPTER 4

wattpad link previous chapter series masterlist next chapter

summary: It is the 66th Hunger Games when Oceana Fontaine is reaped as tribute, and at just thirteen years old, the odds are certainly not in her favour. As much as it is seen as an honour for Oceana to represent her district in the games, it is also practically a death sentence. But Oceana knows she needs to go home and is determined to, no matter how low her chances are and with the help of her mentors, she might just do that. But if she is to win, she will have to learn where her biggest strengths start to turn into her biggest flaws and weigh her options carefully as she starts making choices that pushes her morality and the lengths she will go to for love.

tags: slow burn (finnick x oc), eventual violence, the usual stuff when it comes to the hunger games, not sure what else

Everyone crowds around us the minute we get off the train, Peacekeepers helping to maintain order as one by one, we slowly walk out of the doors. I follow Stella’s instructions and try my best to copy what Finnick and the other victors are doing. I force my sweetest smile which I hoped looked as genuine as Gill’s and wave to the citizens. I’m guessing our arrival is a big deal considering the crowd of people that have shown up. The cheers and shouts are starting to get overwhelming as I hear a few shouting my name from behind, I turn my head and give whoever is chanting my name a wave as I continue walking. Gill is next to me and seems to be getting an equal amount of attention.

Thankfully, we quickly arrive at the car and clammer in, shutting the door behind as I sink into the soft leather seats the minute I’m sure we’re out of the public eye and heave a sigh of relief. I hear a couple of chuckles coming from those around me but I couldn’t care less, instead, I close my eyes and lean my head against the window. “It’s over now, right?”

“Yeah,” I hear Finnick’s voice and I nod with a hum. “We’re just going to the Training Centre right now, it shouldn’t be that long of a car ride.” I nod again and I hear the engine of the car revving. I lift my head up and look outside the windows, the vibrant lights shine harshly as the streets are teeming with people in their weird and funky outfits.

I watch as we drive by street after street, the colourful dazzling lights are captivating and the big screens placed on buildings with advertisements of the Hunger Games. The capitol is bustling with life as loud music and voices from outside leak into the car in words I couldn’t quite decipher.

After a while, we finally arrive at the Training Centre. The Training Centre would be where we live and train for the time before the actual games– this will be my home until then. There’s a tower designed exclusively for the tributes and their teams and each district has an entire floor to themselves. It’s easy to remember– your district number, your floor. We split up as we get into the lifts but I stay close to Finnick and Coral. I’ve only been in lifts a couple of times but this elevator has to be more glamorous than other ones; the walls are made out of crystal so you can watch as the people on the ground floor shrink into microscopic creatures as you make your way up.

Stella’s duties don’t conclude at the station like how I thought it would. She will continue overseeing us alongside the rest of the victors into the arena. Stella smiles as she shows us the floor we’d be taking over and it’s nothing short of grand. The floors are grey and polished with fine lines of deeper and lighter shades running through them, they look like cracks but they aren’t. The walls are white and a chandelier hangs from the ceiling over what I guessed was the dining table. There are a significant amount of chairs and couches in the living room, probably to cater towards the amount of people we have and the kitchen is huge. I barely have any time to take it all in before Stella is showing me to my room and wishing me good night.

The door shuts behind me and I’m left alone. The curtains are drawn up and so I get a good view of the city. The room is significantly larger than the one I have at home and it’s lavish just like the train car, just with more gadgets and buttons. The shower has at least a dozen buttons on a panel to adjust all sorts of settings from the water temperature to the type of soap to use. Heaters that blow-dry your body come on when you step onto a mat, so there’s barely any need for towels. I also don’t have to spend time combing through my tangled hair as there is a box that I can place my hand on that sends a current through my scalp which untangles, parts and dries my hair almost instantly.

I’m in awe as I continue to explore the room. I approach the closet, my hand freezing upon the panel of buttons before I play around with them and program the closet to my taste, as well as to get something to wear to sleep. The whole room feels surreal to me. You’re able to see any part of the city through the windows on command and you can receive food in less than a minute if you were to whisper a type of food from a huge menu into a mouthpiece. I scan the menu, there’s almost every dish possible on it.

Eventually, I end up lying down on the bed, dressed in soft silk pyjamas. I tuck myself into bed, my head resting on a soft pillow as I hug another, longing for a sense of comfort. My eyelids feel heavy and I have a hard time keeping them open before I decide to shut them, sinking into the mattress.

“Up, everyone! Up! It’s an important day today!”

Stella’s voice wakes me up as I open my eyes, sitting up groggily before I climb out of bed, throwing the blanket and pillow aside. I shower and dress for the day. I’m dressed in a pair of black pants which were a little big on me and a blue shirt when I head out of my room for breakfast. “Good morning.” I smile at Finnick and Coral who are the first to greet me as I sit down at the dining table. Stella smiles at me as she places a cup of water on my table. I thank her before looking at the variety of food on the table, opting for some fruits which I scoop onto my plate. I peel my banana, taking a bite of it as I chew the soft flesh of the fruit.

“Is that all you’re going to eat, Oceana? You’re going to need much more than that.” I look up at Coral in confusion, to my knowledge there is no training going on today. “There’s the opening ceremony tonight, so you’re going to need a little more to fuel yourself. You’re most likely going to skip lunch by being at the Remake Centre preparing for it.” She further elaborates.

I nod, thanking her before scooping some scrambled eggs onto my plate and making myself a bowl of granola. Today is going to be a long day, especially with the opening ceremony which also meant the remaining tributes from the other districts would be arriving today. I’m finishing my plate of fruits and eggs when I hear a chair being pulled out and glance up to see Gill sitting directly opposite of me. “Good morning, Gill.”

“Good morning, Oceana” he smiles as he helps himself to the food, “slept well?”

“Yes, thanks for asking,” I reply and he nods, “how about you?”

“A little too good,” he laughs, “I overslept, Stella was shouting outside my door to wake me up.”

Everyone chuckles apart from Stella who has now taken her seat, shaking her head. “Today is a very important day, it’s essential that we get a good start to the day. I’ll let Clifford explain,” she turns her head to Clifford who nods before standing up and clearing his throat.

“As Stella said, today is very important.” All eyes are on him now and silence falls over the table. “Today is the day where the remaining tributes of the other districts arrive and so tonight is the opening ceremony. You will be discussing your strategy for the games with your mentors today before you go off to the Remake Centre. The opening ceremony is where you are introduced to the citizens of the capitol, and not just citizens, but sponsors, which will be important for the games. You have to make sure you leave a lasting impression on them.” He looks at Gill and me who both nod before he continues. “As soon as you’re done with breakfast, you’ll start discussing strategy.” Clifford sits back down and Stella gives him an approving nod before all of us go back to eating our breakfast.

As soon as I’m finished, I follow Finnick and Coral to one of the many rooms on our floor. The room is just as grand as the others, there’s a big television screen on the wall and a few plush chairs sitting opposite of it. The windows span across the wall, leading warm rays of sun into the room and the curtains seem to be made out of silk. “So…Strategy,” I try to break the awkward silence which fills the room, taking a seat on one of the chairs.

“Right, so strategy. Are you planning to make some allies or are you going to go solo?” Coral asks, sitting down as she looks at me.

I open my mouth to respond but pause, realising that the thought of how I would approach the games has so far never crossed my mind. “I don’t know,” I answer, pressing my lips together. “I’m sorry but I just haven’t thought about it yet.”

“Don’t be sorry,” Finnick laughs, “that’s why we’re here to help.”

“Exactly,” Coral chimes in. “Well, if you were to make allies, it’d typically be with the other career districts– 1 and 2. Eventually you’d have to break your allegiance to each other, though.”

Districts 1 and 2? Do I even stand a chance against them when it’s time to break our allegiance? All of them look pretty strong and confident, including Gill. Gill, would he try to kill me? If District 4 was to have a victor it couldn’t be both of us so who would go home? Was it worth it to make allies? If I go solo would it be worse? It can’t possibly be worse. At this rate, I’m panicking as question after question races through my mind. “What did you guys do for your games?” I ask, trying to calm myself down.

“Well, I made allies with the other career tributes at first,” Finnick says, “but then I went off on my own.”

“Same here,” Coral smiles. “It may be scary to do so, but it will also be beneficial to you.”

We spend a while debating on if I should make allies before actually discussing the rest of the strategy– what to do in the training sessions, what to say in the interviews and how to present myself in order to gather sponsors. I tell them what Ms Bronte said to me before we left for the Capitol and they find it not only helpful but sweet. Coral says that my looks would help me get sponsors which I’m not sure how to take, although I take it as a compliment. Finnick also repeats what he says on the train– master the art of survival skills and that a high training score would serve me well.

We form a rough idea of what the strategy should be before I’m required to go to the Remake Centre. I’m unsure why I have to be there hours early but I get my answer when I’m whisked into the centre. I walk through the corridors next to Stella who leads me into a room where a woman with curly pink hair stands, “Valeria,” Stella smiles, greeting the unfamiliar woman which I assume would be my stylist.

I’m taken aback at how normal she looks, all the stylists I’ve seen on television have dyed themselves, stencilled and surgically altered their faces so much so that they don’t even look human. The only thing that seems remotely altered is her hair and her purple lips with her brightly coloured pink eyeliner which clearly had been applied by a steady hand.

“Stella!” She squeaks in a high pitched voice, smiling. “Is this Oceana? Why don’t you look beautiful! I can’t wait to see you in your costume, you’d look amazing!” She instantly showers me with compliments, commenting how my eyes were just the right shade of green and how my hair looks lovely and how my features compliment each other just well. Stella just stands by the side and smiles before saying goodbye to me, leaving me in the care of my stylist.

“Now let's get started, shall we?” She claps her hands together enthusiastically and I give a forced smile.

I can’t help but wonder if she also enjoys watching the games considering she’d have to grow close to the tributes as a stylist. She must enjoy it, though, she’s from the Capitol, and everyone in the Capitol enjoys watching the Hunger Games.

I can’t help but wonder if she’ll find joy in watching me die.

author's note: surprise! another chapter out since i've finished chapter seven and i'm now working on eight :) not much action going on in this one which i apologise for but thank you for reading all the way <3 if you like this please consider commenting and reblogging! thank you, and as always constructive criticism is welcomed :))

23 notes · View notes