#man has stopped caring and is ready to kick ass

[steveseddie]

your hands up in my hair

written for the @steddiebingo hop into spring mini event & the round one main card | prompts: intimate & bandana | rating: g | wc: 802 | tags: set during season 4, missing scene, pre-relationship, flirting

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When Eddie’s hair falls over his face for the hundredth time, he lets out a string of curses and brushes it back with so much force it tugs painfully on his scalp.

Only for his hair to immediately fall over his face again.

It’s not the hair that’s really bothering Eddie, even if it certainly doesn’t help that it keeps getting in the way while he tries to finish his shield. It’s just that as soon as Henderson went inside the RV with the other kids, everything that has happened in the last few days finally started catching up with him and it’s all just so much that Eddie’s hair might be the thing that’s gonna drive him straight into insanity.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” He groans loudly when a curl tickles his cheek. He aggressively bats it away.

“You should tie it back.”

Eddie’s head snaps up to find Steve standing over him in his new War Zone clothes. He didn’t even notice when he approached– probably because his fucking hair was in the way.

“What?”

“Your hair. You should tie it back,” Steve says, gesturing at Eddie’s head. “Since it keeps falling over your face.”

Eddie quirks his eyebrow. “Have you been staring at me, Harrington?” He asks bemusedly.

Steve shrugs like it’s not a big deal but his cheeks turn the faintest shade of pink. “I’ve been keeping an eye on everyone. Last thing I want is another of my friends getting attacked by Vecna.”

“Friend, huh?” Eddie can’t help but tease, even if his heart jumps a little from Steve calling him that.

“Unfortunately, Munson.” He rolls his eyes but his cheeks turn even pinker. “So are you gonna listen to me?”

Eddie’s nose scrunches up. “I don’t know, man, hair ties always end up tangled in my hair and it hurts like a bitch to get them off.”

He thinks that Steve is going to drop it and go back to building his Molotov bombs but instead he narrows his eyes at Eddie, studying him in silence until–

“Can I try something?”

Warily, Eddie says, “You’re not gonna chop it off, are you?”

Steve lets out a snort. “No, man, I like it like this,” he says casually, and before Eddie can do more than squeak, he tells him to– “Stand up.” When Eddie sets the shield aside and pushes himself to his feet, Steve holds out his hand. “Give me your bandana.”

“Uh, why?” Eddie asks with narrowed eyes instead of reaching into his back pocket for it.

Steve huffs in annoyance– and reaches for it himself.

“Woah, Harrington!” Eddie screeches, trying to push Steve away. “If you want to feel me up, at least ask me to dinner first!” He protests but Steve is faster and when he draws his hand back, he’s holding Eddie’s bandana and there’s a smug smile on his face.

Meanwhile, Eddie’s cheeks are firetruck red because that was his ass that Steve’s hand just brushed against.

“Come here,” he tells Eddie.

“Why? So you can cop another feel?” He huffs. It’s not that he would mind, he’d just prefer a heads up, that’s all.

“Eddie,” Steve says dryly, and with a sigh, Eddie steps closer so they’re standing toe to toe. “Stay still,” he instructs before he brings his hands up and puts them in Eddie’s hair.

Eddie holds his breath the entire time. Steve’s face is so close to him, his tongue peeking out between his lips in concentration, his fingers careful and gentle as he grabs Eddie’s curls so he can style them like he wants. The whole thing is just so intimate and Eddie’s stomach can’t seem to stop flip flopping around.

Finally, Steve steps back, his hands falling to his sides. “There you go.”

Eddie pats his head, shakes it a bit but no hair falls over his face this time, held back by the bandana that Steve tied behind his head. “Oh. Yeah, that’s better,” he says with a low chuckle. “How do I look?”

Steve eyes him up and down. “Like you're ready to kick Vecna’s ass.”

Eddie laughs. “Thanks, Steve.”

“Sure, man,” he says, and it seems like he’ll leave it at that, but then something flashes across his face and– “You should wear it like that more often.”

Eddie’s eyebrows shoot up in his face. “Y–yeah?”

“Yeah, I like it,” Steve says, bringing his hand up and twirling a lock of hair around his finger. “You look hot.”

With a wink and nothing else, Steve whirls around and jogs towards the RV while Eddie stands there and gapes like a fish.

He was wrong. It won’t be his hair what drives him to insanity, it won’t even be the monsters or the Upside Down.

It’ll be Steve fucking Harrington flirting with him.

[loving-barnes]

LOGAN HOWLETT - VERSION OF YOU

A/N: Inspired by the Deadpool and Wolverine trailer. Inaccurate things when it comes to timelines and shit. Beware, it was not edited properly. Sorry.

Pairing: Logan Howlett x mutant female reader

Warning: angsty?, attempt at being funny?

My stories are written for mature audiences - 18+!

Words: 2500+

Important note: Hugh Jackman!Wolverine (which means he's tall as fuck!)

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LOGAN HOWLETT - VERSION OF YOU

“Do you think this is gonna work?” 

“Agent Smith said it would.” 

“It’s fucking weird, you know?” 

“A lot of fucked up things happened before. This is nothing compared to what I have to deal with now. So, ladies first.”

Wade pointed at the weird-looking orange door. He didn’t want to walk through them first. That fucker shoved Y/N right into the portal before he took a step forward. Coward. 

They appeared in front of a dive bar, during a bright sunny day. Y/N looked at Wade, well, more like at his masked face. “Wasn’t this place supposed to be fucked up?” she asked. “It’s too nice outside.”

“It will become in a matter of hours. Now, here’s the plan,” he said. “We’ll go in. I’ll talk first. If I won’t move with that stubborn mountain of a man, it’s your turn. Do whatever it takes to bring him with us - smile at him, have sex with him, for all I care. And, who knows, maybe we will know whether Agent Smith was right.” 

“I call bullshit,” said Y/N, cracking her knuckles. “I don’t know him. I think it’s a fairy tale he made up so I would work with you,” she said, fixing her tactical suit. “Can’t believe I’m doing this shit with you, Wade.”

He chuckled. “Come on, you love spending time with me, kicking ass, making men suffer.” 

“I will make you suffer.”

Together, they approached the entrance door of the dive bar. Wade was the first one to walk in. During the day, there weren’t many people around. Some people gave them brief attention but quickly went back to their beers. Y/N glared at Wade. 

“Our guy is right there,” he said, pointing to the bar. 

And there he was - their target - the man they had to collect to save the universe. Was it the universe or the multiverse? Whatever it was, he was crucial for this mission. 

Y/N eyed his back - the dark jacket he wore and how bent he was over the bar. The sadness radiated from him. Something was happening inside her. As if she experienced a magnetic pull towards him.

Y/N showed Wade forward to start. She was curious to see the man’s reaction. She sat at a nearby table ready to watch the scene unfold. Of course, Wade used a beautiful opening line that would normally get his assed whipped. 

“Hi, peanut.”

Y/N bit her lower lip to stop herself from laughing. This was Wade, typical Wade Wilson. Fucking Deadpool and her best friend. How the fuck did they manage to become friends? She knew him for a long time, fought alongside him and tolerated that dipshit. 

“Look, lady, I’m not interested,” the man said gruffly. His voice was deep, husky and kind of sexy. It made Y/N tilt her head. Interesting. 

It was painful to watch the interaction. Wade tried to get him off the chair, away from the bar before he could explain anything. Such a rookie mistake. It was time to intervene before Wade overstepped and jeopardised this whole mission. 

She got off the chair and walked to the tall, well-built man. With a smile, she tapped on his shoulder. He instantly turned, his weird metal claws already out of his hands, ready to fight. When their eyes met, she showed him her bright smile and teeth. “Hi, peanut.” 

His face changed from pissed to shocked in less than a second. For a second it lost its colour. The man’s mouth opened wide. “Y/N?” he said her name gently, too gently for her liking. “Holy shit.” 

“Ha, Agent Smith was right,” Wade laughed, pointing a finger at her face. It got him three claws into his stomach. It made him grunt and fell to his knees. “Ouch. That fucking hurt.” 

“You know me?” Y/N asked, not believing the whole story she was told back in the TVA. 

That question took him aback. “What kind of dumb question is that, baby? Of course, I know ya,” and his hands reached for her face, holding her cheeks. To Y/N’s surprise, she let him. “How is this possible? How are you alive?” 

It was Y/N’s time for her eyes to widen in complete shock. “Woah,” she stepped back. 

“It’s me,” he said, frowning. “It’s Logan.” 

Wade decided to step in, waving a hand at them. “I don’t want to interrupt this romantic reunion, but we need to talk to you, big guy. It’s important.” 

“You came here with the weírd-looking sex toy?” Logan’s eyes were back on Y/N. “What the fuck is this? The the fuck is going on?”

That made her laugh. “Ha, Wade, even he thinks you look like a sex toy. With Cable, we are now three who think the same thing.” 

“Fuck you, Y/N,” he spat back. 

The man, Logan, pushed away from her, glaring. His claws were in the air, ready to strike if necessary. “Who the fuck are you?”

“My name is Deadpool and this is my annoying friend Y/N,” Wade introduced them. 

“You are an ass,” Y/N glared at Wade.

“Impossible,” Logan shook his head, bumping into a wooden stool. “You are dead,” he pointed a finger directly at Y/N’s face. “You cannot be here. You died in my fucking arms! Who the fuck are you?” he raised his voice at her. 

“I’m Y/N,” she said. 

“Don’t bullshit me!” 

There was a sound of a loading gun. All three lazily turned their gaze to the bartender who was pointing a shotgun at them. None of them was intimidated by that. “Get the fuck out of my bar! Now! Or I will shoot you all.” 

“I think this is our cue,” Wade whispered. 

Logan grabbed Wade by the red top of his suit, pushing him out of the bar like he was a ragdoll. Y/N immediately followed them out, ready to step in if necessary. She wasn’t worried about Wade. He was immortal. His body parts would grow back. She was more ready to step in intellectually. That was something Wade didn’t know how to do. 

“Everyone calm down,” she said. 

“No!” they both yelled at her, already fighting like children.

Y/N looked at herself, reading this story and made a sour face. “Men,” she sighed and turned her gaze to the two men who were about to tear each other apart. A purple-looking mist appeared in her hands and she pushed the men away from each other. 

“That’s enough, gentlemen,” she said. 

There was blood coming out of Wade’s abdomen - the marks from the claws. She had to shake her head. Wade had his gun out, pointing it directly at Logan. “Will you fucking listen, you oaf?” 

Logan’s eyes moved from him back to Y/N. She saw how his stance relaxed. It was painful to look at her, see someone he lost. His claws retraced back into his hands. His fists clenched tightly, knuckles becoming white. “How come you are alive?” he asked. 

Y/N sighed. “Because I’m not her… me… uh,” she shook her head. “It’s complicated.”

“Fucking talk, woman,” he raised his voice. 

She raised her hand to calm him. “I can explain. But I need you to come with us, Logan.”

His eyes closed. When Y/N said her name, more emotions ran across his face. “How can I trust you? I can’t seem to trust my own mind.” 

Wade was ready to say something stupid, but Y/N quickly shut him up by throwing him away with her power. “Believe me, it doesn’t make any sense to me, too. I can give you an explanation if you will help us.” 

“Help with what?” he raised a brow. 

Y/N made a face, changed it to a frown. ”To save the multiverse?” she said it like a question, hesitant whether he’d believe her. “Before you say anything, I know it sounds fucking crazy. Trust me, I still have a hard time wrapping my mind around it.” 

Wade came running back. “That was rude, you know?” 

“Shut up,” she glared at him. “We need his help, so let me handle it. Just for once, Wade, I need you to zip it, okay?” 

He leaned closer to Logan. “She’s hormonal,” he whispered to him. 

This time, Y/N decided to ignore his comment. “Please,” she turned her gaze to Logan. “Will you come with us? Help us save our world, all of the worlds?” 

He scoffed. “I’m no hero, kid.” 

Y/N turned her head to Wade, then back to Logan. “None of us are heroes here,” she said. “Maybe that’s why we are meant to save everyone’s asses,” she shrugged. 

Logan pinched the bridge of his nose. “How come you are not a hero? You are the sweetest thing in this world. You are the definition of heroism and kindness,” he said. 

She made a face. “Come with us and we’ll talk about it all.” 

And he did. 

. . . 

Logan and Y/N sat behind an old-fashioned plastic table. He still wore his clothes while Y/N changed from her tactical suit to jeans and a simple shirt. The silence between them was awkward. The tension could be cut with a knife. His eyes scanned her from head to anywhere they were able to reach. 

There was a stack of documents and papers by her side. She grabbed them to show them to prove she was not lying. 

The door opened and Wade stepped in, out of his red suit. Logan gasped, horrified when he saw the man’s face. “What the fuck? Holy shit, that is fucking horrible. As if you were ran down by a Zamboni,” he yelled. 

“It’s disgusting, right?” Y/N nodded. But a second later a grin was on her face. 

“Ha, ha,” Wade pretended to laugh. “Can’t believe you two are laughing at a poor disabled man who happened to have his face fucked to safe his shitty life.” 

“That was your decision,” Y/N reminded him. 

Logan pretended to hurl. Y/N chuckled. “It’s hard to look at him.” 

Y/N smiled at her friend. “Could you leave us alone?” she asked. “I need to talk to him alone and, well, it takes time to get used to your face.” 

Wade pointed a finger at her. “One day, I will cut your tongue out,” he threatened. He was already on his way out. “Oh,” he threw her a little device. “If you want to show him something spicy,” he winked at her. 

Once the door shut behind him, Y/N exhaled the breath she was holding. “Now that he’s out of the picture,” she waved with a hand.

“Just start singing,” said Logan, annoyed. 

“My name is Y/N Y/L/N, but I am not your Y/N. I’m from a different timeline,” she started. 

“How are you, not my Y/N? You sound the same, you look the same. You have the same mutation,” he said. “And a different timeline? What kind of bullshit is that?” 

She shrugged. “Hey, I found out about all of this today, okay?” she then glared at him. “I, myself, have trouble taking it in. It’s crazy, it’s fucked up on so many levels. It’s not easy for me too, you know?” 

Logan huffed. “Continue.”

“This is going to sound crazy, so prepare yourself.” She took a deep breath. “I was told, and showed, that somehow, we are meant to be together in almost every timeline.”

“What?” 

Y/N made a face. “It sounds like a fucking fairytale.” Her hands grabbed the first folder, looking at its name. When she opened it, there was a photo of both of them. They looked the same. Y/N pushed her chair closer to him and showed Logan the details in the document. “In this timeline, we are both normal people. We live together in the Canadian mountains.” 

Logan took the folder and read the document. His eyes went over the photo. He shook his head. “Holy shit,” was the only thing he said. 

Y/N reached for another folder. When she opened it, she chuckled. “Here, you are a notorious mob boss,” she showed him. In the picture, he had an eyepatch over his left eye. “We live in Madripoor. People know you there as Patch.” 

“What about my version in your world?” he asked.

She sighed. “There is none. I said we are meant to be together in almost every universe. In mine, you don’t exist.” She turned to the documents and took out the one from her timeline.

Logan snatched it from her, reading through the words. “You are a mercenary?” he asked. 

“Uh, yeah,” she nodded. “Wade and I have a business together. He’s the only family I have. Well, Wade and his fianceé Vanessa. In the past, the Avengers approached with the offer to be in their team. I declined. That’s not who I am.” 

“Is there a world, uh, timeline where you don’t exist?” he asked.

“They told me there used to be one, but that timeline was destroyed a long time ago,” she explained. “Don’t ask me how that happened, because I don’t have an answer for that. You should ask Agent Smith that.” 

“Why do you keep calling him that?” 

“He looks like a character from a movie,” she explained. Her hand reached for another folder. When she opened it, she laughed. “In this world, you and are enemies that secretly love each other.” 

Logan’s brow raised. He read the details of their relationship. “You are on Magneto’s side?” he gasped. “I mean, she is… This is so confusing.” 

“Uh,” she hesitated for a moment. “When did you lose me? Or the version of me. You know what I mean.” 

“Haven’t you read that?” he asked. 

“Nope,” she shook he head. “I’ve got through a couple of those folders. I was only told that we were going to your timeline and that I was dead. Plus to get you out of there and convince you to help us.” 

Logan nodded. “You died…” It was hard to talk about it. “It happened a few years ago during a war that the mutants were in,” he said. “You died in my arms,” he cleared his throat. 

“I’m sorry,” Y/N whispered. 

“I live with that pain every day,” he continued. “And now, it is fucking harder than ever before, because here you are, sitting in front of me, but you are not… her.” 

At that point, she realised how difficult this experience was for him. Logan seemed like a tough guy. The pain that reflected in his eyes, how he avoided meeting her eyes more and more. 

“Everyone I knew is dead,” said Logan after a pause. “No one lives in my world that I care about.” 

Y/N bit her lower lip. “Logan,” she said his name softly. “We pulled you out of your timeline because it will be destroyed soon.” 

His eyes widened. “Wait, what? What’s going to happen to me?” 

“The TVA will present you with options. But if we save the multiverse, we will be rewarded. Or that’s what they told me,” she said. 

“It doesn’t matter. No one in my world is alive.” He stood up from the chair. “Let’s do this shit. I don’t want to waste anyone’s time.” 

Y/N put a small smile on her face. She wanted to show him more, tell him what they told her, what she thought of it. “Yeah, let’s do this.” 

[totallynotshine]

Mad at Me - Joel Miller x Reader

You get on Joel's last nerve.

warnings: no ellie au, established partnership, unspecified age gap (reader is legal, Joel is in his 50s), brat taming, light choking, dubcon but both parties are enthusiastic, unprotected p in v sex (wrap before you tap folks), dirty talk, spit kink, praise kink, bondage, fingering, oral (f! receiving), rough sex, mean!Joel, dom!Joel, pussy pronouns, softdom!Joel, aftercare. Reader is unspecified but has afab anatomy and uses she/her pronouns. wc: 4.1K notes: first piece for the blog and i went a little crazy. i just want Joel to manhandle me. enjoy, you little freaks. 18+ UNDER THE CUT: MDNI

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You might just throw yourself into the next group of infected you come across. Or take your pistol, put it to your head, and blow your brains out. You‘re miserable; and Joel is making damn sure you stay that way.

Everything you’ve done has elicited a comment from the grouchy older man - you were being too loud, you weren’t sweeping the room properly, you were being careless; and, your personal favorite, ‘M’not yer fuckin’ babysitter. Quit bein’ a pain in my ass and take care of yourself.’ Actually, scratch the suicide plans. You’ll just shoot Joel instead.

You’ve settled for glaring daggers at the back of his head as you trudge along behind him, feet screaming for a break from walking. It’s been hours; Joel’s insisted you both keep going until sundown, despite your remark that ‘Wyoming isn’t going to grow legs and walk away if we stop’. He’d called you a smartass and you’d called him a dick, and now the silence is tense and suffocating. It’s been hours since you’ve said anything to each other that wasn’t something like ‘watch your step’.

“Quit draggin’ yer fuckin’ feet.”

You’re surprised you don’t crack a tooth with how hard you grit your teeth.

“I’m not dragging my fuckin’ feet. This-” You scuff and kick at the ground really hard a couple times, sending leaves and dirt flying. “-is dragging my feet.”

The look Joel gives you over his shoulder is venomous, but one you return with equal ire. His jaw tics as he sucks in a sharp breath through his nose, forearm flexing as his grip tightens on the strap of his backpack. He looks ready to take your head off. The feeling is mutual. You think, holding his gaze.

“Fuckin’ brat.” He grumbles, stalking ahead. “On my last fuckin’ nerve.”

“I’m not a ‘fuckin’ brat’.” You mock his deep southern drawl, temper flaring. “I’m tired and hungry and you’re being shit company.”

“Tough shit. I’m keeping you alive.”

“The only thing you’re keeping is my blood pressure up.”

“Good. Maybe you’ll have a heart attack and I’ll get some peace and quiet.”

“From my understanding, heart attacks are usually more of a concern for people your age.”

Joel stops so suddenly you nearly run into his broad back. He whirls around to face you and you can’t scramble back quick enough; he snags the front of your shirt, bunching it in one large hand to keep you rooted in place. Fear and adrenaline jolts through your body as the dark look on his face reminds you exactly who he is and what he’s capable of. After all - there’s a reason you picked him, of all people, to partner up with back in the QZ.

“I’m sick of yer lip.” He snarls, paying no mind to your nails digging into his wrist as you struggle to free yourself from his grip. “All day in my fuckin’ ear. We’re going till sundown. If you don’t got somethin’ constructive to say, keep yer damn mouth shut.”

The second his grip loosens you’re tearing yourself away from him, heart pounding and blood rushing in your ears. There’s a flash of something in his expression when you put distance between the two of you, but it’s gone when you blink. He just turns and keeps walking like nothing happened. You follow, quietly, still coming down from your brief moment of panic.

Yeah, you were probably gonna kill him.

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Sundown brings relief from the walking, but not from the tense atmosphere between you and Joel. Shelter for the night comes in the form of a shack in the woods; Joel makes a comment about how it was probably a hunting cabin in the past, but you ignore him. You’ve been giving him the silent treatment for the last few hours, your fear having dissipated back into anger and annoyance and another feeling you’re too stubborn to name.

“It’s a piece of shit, but it’ll do for the night.” He says, giving the interior a once over. “Find somethin’ to block that door while I get the fire started.”

You don’t answer. You can feel his eyes on you from the fireplace as you drag a dilapidated bookshelf in front of the door, his gaze burning into your back. Was this petty? Maybe. But he wanted so bad for you to be quiet - you’re just giving him what he asked for.

Another uncomfortable silence falls, Joel coaxing the growing flames to life as you set up shop in the corner, rolling out your sleeping bag and digging through your pack for your rations. Stale bread and beef jerky. A five star meal if you’ve ever had one (spoiler alert: you haven’t). You take off your holster, plant your ass on the sleeping bag and finally stretch out your tired legs. God, it feels so good to be off your feet. You’re not moving until morning; Joel can kiss your ass.

“No, I don’t need any help. Thanks fer askin’.”

Jesus Christ. You can’t catch a fucking break, can you? No, you can’t - not with Joel Miller skulking around. God forbid he catches even a whiff of rest and relaxation.

“You’re a grown man.” You snap, unable to help yourself. “Can’t handle building a little fire by yourself? Need me to babysit you? Give me a fucking break, Joel.”

“Here we go again with that smart ass mouth.” He growls, slamming his bag down on the ground. The force of it makes your heart skip a beat. “Always got somethin’ to say when ya need to be pullin’ yer own weight around here. I can’t do everythin’ fer ya, brat.”

“I don’t want you to do things for me.” Your rations sit in the wrapper on your bedroll, forgotten. “I pull my weight just fine. I can take care of myself; I don’t need you, Joel.”

“What you need is a fuckin’ attitude adjustment.” You really want to know what crawled up his ass and died today. “And some goddamn gratitude.”

You don’t have the energy for this anymore. You’re not sure what the fuck his problem’s been for the last few days, but you’re sick of it. “Whatever.”

His eyebrows shoot up towards his unruly salt and pepper curls. “Whatever?”

“Yeah, whatever.” There’s a little voice in your head telling you to stop talking, but you really can’t help but poke the bear. It causes a sick sense of satisfaction and excitement to curl in your gut as you watch the shock, annoyance, and frustration play out on his usually stoic face. “Whatever as in I don’t care, I’m tired, and you’re being a real dick.”

“Yer bein’ awful rude, darlin’.” Darlin’? Where the hell did that come from? And why do you kinda like it? “You better watch that goddamn mouth.”

“Yeah? How about you fuckin’ make me.” It’s out of your mouth before you can stop it. “You ain’t my daddy. I don’t have to listen to you.”

The silence that follows your statement is so still - so charged - that you can’t hear anything but your heart pounding in your ears. Joel’s brown eyes are dark and locked onto you; there’s an unreadable expression on his face, his breathing heavy with something more than just frustration. Something that has your insides twisting and heat pooling low in your gut.

“You wanna try again?” His voice is a low, deceptively calm rumble. It feels like he’s giving you an out; a chance to back out of this, whatever this is. Too bad for him your horny cavewoman brain has the reins now, and she’s more concerned with the way it looks like the fabric of his jeans is starting to tent.

“Nope.” You pop the ‘p��, crossing your arms over your chest and watching as his eyes follow the movement. They stay glued to your chest for a moment as he swallows. You nearly jump when they snap back to yours, but you manage to keep the defiant scowl on your face. He crosses the room, his footsteps heavy on the old wooden floor and you suddenly feel very small when he comes to a stop in front of your sitting form. He’s towering over you now, his eyes darkened with the unmistakable shadow of lust. He crosses those strong arms over his broad chest and it takes everything in you not to glance at the way his biceps strain in that damn flannel.

“Get up.” The words come out as a growl, a warning. A tone that suggests it’s in your best interest to comply. But where’s the fun in that?

“Kiss my ass.” 

Before you can blink, he’s snatching you up by one of your arms like you weigh nothing, his grip like a vice even as you struggle and squirm. The ease with which he moves you as he wants shouldn’t turn you on as much as it does, and yet you can feel the dampness in your underwear already. “Get the fuck off me, Joel.”

“Oh no, sweetheart. You wanna act like a fuckin’ brat, yer gonna get treated like a fuckin’ brat.”

Oh. The way he’s talking to you while effortlessly dragging you over to his sleeping bag should not be making you as horny as it is. You should be furious. Smack him for talking to you like that. Instead, you’re fanning the flames. “Maybe if you weren’t such an uptight asshole I wouldn’t feel the need to act like a fucking brat.”

You make sure to really enunciate the last couple of words as he brings you both to a halt in front of his sleeping bag. Joel glowers down at you and you glare right back - the tension of the day is boiling over, morphing into a desire so smoldering it nearly has you sweating just standing there. You open your mouth to goad him further, but he doesn’t give you the chance - a second later his lips are crashing into yours. There’s nothing romantic about it - it’s a frustrated, sloppy mess of tongues and teeth as he crushes you against him.

His hands are rough as they roam your body, greedily feeling as much of you as he can. It doesn’t take long for your shirt to be yanked up and off; your bra joins it a second later. Your own hands have taken to roaming the expanse of his chest, but the second you hook your fingers in the collar of his flannel, intending to rip the buttons open down the middle, one of his big hands slides to your throat and puts just enough pressure to give you pause.

“Don’t.” He warns, pulling away just enough for you to see his eyes. His pupils are blown wide, that scowl still in place. “Hands off and get on the fuckin’ ground.”

The smile that splits your face is equally humorous and defiant. You’re not sure where this confidence is coming from, but he’s hard as a rock in his jeans and you kinda like the way he’s snapping at you. “What if I don’t want to?”

Your answer comes in the form of Joel grabbing you and quite literally tossing you down onto his sleeping bag. You’re not particularly proud of the noise that leaves your mouth when he does, but you don’t have time to think about that when he’s falling to his knees onto the bedroll right after you. You try to prop up on your elbows but he’s already got your biceps in his hands, unceremoniously rolling you onto your stomach and bracketing your body with his thighs.

“Quit fuckin’ squirmin’.” He snarls, using his weight to keep you in place. You hear the clink of his belt buckle as he works it loose. “You were askin’ for this, darlin’. Gratin’ on my goddamn nerves all day.”

“Fuck you.” You spit back, face hot and stomach full of butterflies. You continue to try and buck him off you, though your attempts are half hearted at best. “Eat shit and die, Miller.”

The dark chuckle that rumbles his chest sends a shiver down your spine. Your hands are suddenly snatched up, arms folded behind your back. Your pulse jumps when you feel him cinch his belt around your wrists; and just like that, you can’t use your hands.

“Oh, I’ll fix your fuckin’ wagon.” He rumbles, one hand pressed between your shoulder blades to keep you down as the other slips beneath you to pop the button on your jeans. “Just you wait, sweetheart.”

“Joel, what the fuck does that even mean?” He’s not listening to you, too preoccupied with yanking both your jeans and your underwear down to your knees. The amused huff that leaves him tells you he’s seen how embarrassingly wet your panties are.

“Told ya.” He purrs, leaning over you just to talk in your ear. “You been askin’ for it. You might think ya can lie to me darlin’, but she can’t.”

He sits back up; one of his knees pops when he situates himself, and you have half a mind to comment on it.

The smack he delivers to the skin of your ass chases that thought from your mind immediately.

“Joel!” You can’t believe this shit; he’s fucking spanking you? Seriously? The sting of another smack jolts you from your disbelief. “What the fuck-“

“Zip it.” Another hard smack. Your skin is red and stinging. “Had enough of your fuckin’ mouth today. Enough, y’hear?”

“Too fucking bad.” You just can’t stop. “I’ve had enough of you being a fuckin’-“ smack! “-bossy piece of shit!”

He grabs your hips and forces you to prop yourself up on your knees, ass up and back arched; your cheek is digging into his sleeping bag as you wriggle and cuss, unable to slip your wrists from the makeshift restraint. One of his hands moves from your hip to dip between your thighs, and your breath hitches when he drags his fingers through the wet mess your pussy’s become.

“Fuck.” He hisses, taking the liberty of spreading your arousal around, his thick fingers making a couple teasing swipes at your clit. “M’gonna set that attitude straight, pretty girl. Gonna make it all better. Don’t you worry.”

Do the words coming out of his mouth make you clench around nothing? Yes, but you’re a stubborn bitch. You’ve come this far, you can’t give up yet. So, despite the way his fingers are teasing your entrance, despite the desperate burn of want gripping you, you find the strength to mouth off again.

“Yeah, we’ll see.” You’re proud of yourself for keeping your voice steady, even as he slides two fingers inside you. You can’t quite hide the hitch in your breath at the stretch; his fingers are much bigger than yours, and he���s hitting places you never have while jerking off on your own.

“So damn mouthy.” He pumps his fingers in and out rather harshly, and you grit your teeth to fight the noises threatening to tumble from your lips. “You’re gonna eat those words, babygirl.”

He pulls his fingers away and you nearly whine; you were just starting to get into it. Then you hear him suck them clean with a low groan and you wish you could look past your fucking shoulder to see his face. His hands land on your sore ass and make you jump, face burning as he slides them down so he can spread apart your pussy with his thumbs.

“Christ. What a fuckin’ sight, darlin’. Prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.” Then that motherfucker spits right onto your cunt, taking the longest second of your life to watch it mix with the mess he made before. “She’s cryin’ for me, sweetheart.”

“You’re fucking gross.” Even as the words leave your mouth you know your body is betraying you, so eager for his attention it’s nearly embarrassing.

“Maybe.” You can hear the grin in his voice without even seeing his face. He shifts behind you, lowering himself. “But ya love it, dontcha baby?”

You don’t get the chance to answer before he’s pressing his face between your thighs, licking a long stripe through your folds that has you gasping for air. The first little noise leaves your lips as his tongue gets to work. You can feel him smiling against you. Then he’s focused on eating you out like it’s an olympic sport and he’s out for gold. It’s sloppy, it’s desperate, and it’s hot.

“Oh my god, Joel.” His hands are digging into the meat of your thighs to keep you still as you try to push back against his face, his beard burning your skin in a delicious way.. “N-No, I don’t love it, I don’t-“

You’re a fucking liar, if the obscene sounds coming from between your legs say anything. You know it, he knows it, and he’s reveling in it. His tongue circles your clit and you feel that familiar coil in your gut, that tension indicative of your impending orgasm; but right before you can crest that ridge he’s pulling off you.

“Asshole!” You can’t be bothered to care if you sound whiny, too devastated over being left on the cusp of release. “You’re…you’re a fucking dick!”

Smack!

That slap on your ass nearly does you in, and the way he’s soothing the stinging skin with his palm certainly isn’t helping.

“Brats don’t get to come.” He barks, his voice a harsh contrast to the gentle rubbing of his hand. “You lay here and take what I give ya. Yer lucky yer gettin’ any at all.”

If you could flip him off, you would. He moves away from you and you can hear him unbuttoning his shirt. You’re frustrated you didn’t finish, mad you can’t see him, and even more mad that he’s winning whatever little pissing match you’ve gotten yourself into.

“Fucking prick.” Your mouth just keeps running, and you try your best to look at him over your shoulder as you hurl insults at him. “Piece of shit. You been nothing but a dick all day, should’ve known you’d be just as bad in bed-“

Your rambling tapers off into a rough hiss when he suddenly notches the head of his cock inside of you, one hand on your hip to keep you still. You can tell just from the tip that he’s fucking huge. He starts fucking himself into you a couple inches at a time, the constant pulling back and pressing in drawing a new noise from you with each motion. The stretch burns at first, but it gradually melts into a pleasant pressure; and suddenly, you can’t find the words you were so eager to spit at him.

“What was that?” He grunts, his hand squeezing your hip hard as he fights to keep his pace slow. “Couldn’t quite hear ya down there. Hearin’ ain’t what it used ta be, sweetheart, you’ll have to speak up.”

You can’t form words. Your brain is pleasantly empty, senses overwhelmed by the drag of his thick cock against your innermost walls. You let out a quiet moan when he finally bottoms out.

“What happened, babygirl?” He taunts, pulling back only to snap his hips against yours, thrusting back into you roughly. You let out a louder cry; he’s hitting so deep, and you’re already a mess because of him denying you an orgasm. “Where’d that smart mouth go, huh? Ya had so much t’say earlier today.”

His pace is rough and harsh and you can do nothing but lay there and take it; your knees are hurting, your ass stings, his sleeping bag is chafing your nipples, and your face is going numb from being pressed against the floor, but goddamn does he feel good. Your vocabulary has been reduced to moans and whimpers as he rails you into the sleeping bag and runs his filthy mouth.

“Coulda made this easy, darlin’.” He’s gritting his teeth, his words caught in a groan. “Woulda been nice to ya if ya just fuckin’ listened. But ya had to be a god. damn. brat. Fuck, baby, yer squeezing me tight.”

You want to hold out for the sake of your pride, but the need to come overrides it. Your cunt is aching and drooling all over him, your clit neglected and throbbing with your heartbeat. You finally break.

“I’m sorry.” You practically sob, tears pricking your eyes. “I’m sorry Joel, I’m sorry, I’m sorry-“

He shushes you, mercifully slowing his overwhelming pace and smoothing a hand around your waist to your poor, neglected clit. “I know ya are, honey, I know. Not so fun anymore, is it? Told ya, all ya needed was a little adjustment.”

He presses his fingers against that bundle of nerves and you jolt; the pressure is both too much and not enough. He uses his other hand to keep you from pressing against him and chasing your release. You let out a frustrated groan and the bastard huffs out a laugh.

“What’d I say? Brats don’t get to come. Ya done being a brat?” You nod quickly and eagerly. “Ya gonna be good for me now, darlin’? Got it all outta yer system?” Another quick nod from you. “Good girl.”

Joel pulls his fingers away and you nearly cry until you feel him loosening the belt holding your wrists behind your back. He frees your hands and pulls out of you completely, turning you over on your back. Now you can see him, blinking up with teary eyes, and fuck - he’s shirtless, sweat clinging to his tanned skin. Your eyes follow the trail of greying hair from his chest down to his soft stomach and finally his dick, which is so hard it looks painful. His eyes are wild but soft at the same time, the firelight catching the brown and turning it to liquid gold.

One of his hands cups your face and he wipes your tears away with his thumb, his voice dropping to a low croon as he guides himself back inside of you. You can’t stop the whimper that catches in your throat at the feeling.

“I know, sweet thing, I know.” He helps you wrap your legs around his waist, then leans down and braces his forearms on either side of your head. His lips ghost over yours as he starts to rock into you again. “S’lot, baby, but you can take it. I know you can. Thaaat’s it, there she is. Good girl.”

Joel’s thumb finds your clit and your back arches, legs locking around his hips as he fucks you a little harder. “Joel..!”

“Shhhh, I know.” His cheek is pressed to yours, his voice husky in your ear. “Poor pussy’s taken a beatin’, huh? I know I was rough with her earlier. M’sorry, pretty girl.”

His words are going straight to your throbbing cunt; your nails dig into his shoulders as he grinds his cock into you, so deep you can feel him against your cervix. You’re moving your hips with him, so, so close, but your release stays frustratingly out of reach.

“Gonna come for me, babygirl?” He presses a kiss to your cheek before pulling back just enough to look at you. His eyes are lidded, curls sticking to his sweaty forehead. “Gonna make a mess on my cock? Can feel her squeezin’ me.”

“I-I can’t.” You sniffle, voice cracking with frustration. “Joel, i can’t-“

“Yes, you can.” His thumb draws tighter circles on your clit and he changes his thrusts to a firm, rolling grind that has your toes curling. “C’mon, darlin’. Ya been good; you deserve it. I gotcha, sweet thing, I gotcha. Just let go f’me.”

Finally, with a broken moan of his name, you come undone around him, clenching down on his dick like a vice as stars dance in your vision. He fucks you through it until you’re shaking with overstimulation; then he pulls out, cursing, fisting his cock until he’s spilling himself all over your stomach. The space is quiet other than the fire and your mingled, panting breaths.

“Feel better? Done bein’ a brat?” He grunts, a smile tugging at his lips. He reaches over to his pack, grabbing a cloth to wipe his spend off your stomach. You lay boneless against the sleeping bag, mind blissfully empty as he cleans you both up.

“Mhm.” You hum, a small smile stretching across your lips. He tosses the rag aside, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your lips before his lips trail lower. You shudder when he takes his time to lave his tongue over each of your sore nipples in silent apology before kissing his way back to your lips. You tangle your fingers in his sweaty curls and hold him close, smirking against his mouth. “For now.”

[girlboypersonthingy]

Hiiii I wanted to request hazbin boys x injured male reader? Reader gets into a scuffle, gets roughed up quite a bit and comes home not looking too well (I wanna see em fuss over the reader lol)

Mmph, yes yes, I love boys fussing over their injured darling. Too fuckin cute! I have so many great requests for Hazbin and Helluva, I’m so excited 🫨 thanks for the request and enjoy anon 💟

Notes: gn!reader bc anyone can get into a scuffle so why not, mostly fluff with a sprinkle of angst

TW: blood, bruises, fighting, cussing, of course it’s suggestive during Angel’s part 😉

Includes Lucifer, Angel Dust, Husk, Sir Pentious, Vox and Alastor

Hazbin boys x reader- Bruises 🖤

You’re not sure who roughed you up, you barely got a look at the dudes before you were laid out on the dirty sidewalk getting punched and trying to push one of the perpetrators off you. Whoever he was, he was strong and brutal and must’ve really had a problem with you because damn, you were fucked up. Not that you couldn’t hold your own, but there was more than one of them and they really caught you off guard. You had suffered several blows to the face and a few kicks to the stomach and back. Seemed like the group showed just a bit of mercy tho- they could’ve broken your legs or straight up killed you. Luckily, you limped away with only minor injuries but a huge blow to your psyche. While it could’ve been worse, it was horrific and traumatizing regardless.

It’s hard trying to stay tough and take care of yourself because you’re scared, feeling like you’ll have to look over your shoulder from now on when you’re out on the streets. It was also a bit embarrassing considering Husk and Angel offered to tag along with you to keep you safe but your dumb ass insisted you were fine alone.

It was late now, around the time everyone went to bed at the hotel so you were expecting to silently creep inside, hobble to your room and take care of yourself in secret. And if anyone asked about the marks or bruises the next day, you’d just blame it on a wild night of partying. To your surprise, as you walk in the door the entirety of the hotel’s staff and residents were sitting on the floor and couches in the front room, drinking and talking by the fireplace. Of course, Charlie had everyone doing some bonding bullshit late at night. The sound of the door clicking open has everyone’s eyes looking towards you now. “Ah, shit…” Leaves your swollen lips as the crowd gasps and one by one, they all stand and approach your damaged figure. Finally, the one person you really didn’t want to see you like this comes rushing forward to get a good look at you.

Lucifer 🍎

“Oh, Satan! (Y/N), are you okay? What happened? Ohhh, my poor angel!”

Proceeds to fuss and worry over you while wearing the saddest expression :,( his poor bb

Might actually cry a little…just hurts him to see his darling all banged up.

It’s not just the physical pain he senses, it’s the emotional pain you feel too- the fear and the trauma and the stress of it all

His hands just hover all around the most damaged parts of you- fingers almost touching your eye which was now swollen shut, his thumb ghosting over your busted bottom lip

Whisks you away to his room and runs you a bath. Gets you all clean and is probably still whining and crying over you as he watches the bath water turn red with all the blood washing off you and gets you ready for bed.

He’s an emotional man, okay?

He also feels extremely guilty for not being there to protect you. Even if you bluntly told him you don’t need his protection, he feels like it’s still his fault at least a little bit.

Miiiiiiight start a silly little argument over you never leaving the hotel or his side ever again lol

“I just want to protect you, my love. Please! Stop being stubborn.”

He’ll really really baby you tho.

Like even if your legs are working fine, NOPE! Don’t move an inch. Luci will carry you anywhere you desire.

“Lucifer, I just have a black eye and some scrapes. I can walk just fine, babe.”

And he’ll just ignore you and continue to coddle you and do everything for you

For sure this man peppers very gentle, very soft and slow kisses on your tender face once you’re cleaned up and finally resting in his bed

And he for sure cries again in the morning when he wakes up and your face looks even worse

Probably even panics a bit like-

“IM TAKING YOU TO A HOSPITAL OH MY SATAN!!! MY POOR BABY WWAAAA!”

“It’s just some bruises! Luci, they always look worse before they look better, I’m fine.”

Just calm him down with some kisses and words of love

Angel Dust 🕸️

“Holy shit! What happened, babe? Oh no…this is bad. This is sooo bad! This is why we wanted to go with ya.”

Also gets very dramatic and concerned, looks so sad over your battle wounds

But of course he’s a flirt even under tough circumstances and can make a dirty joke even in the most dire situations

He’d definitely tell you you look hot asf and that you’re soooo brave~

Tries to lighten the mood a bit

“(Y/N), I wanna be the only one who gets to rough you up.” *pouts but also winks at you*

Angel has had his fair share of beatings courtesy of Valentino so he’s very good at first aid and knows tons of tricks to help with bruising, cuts, scrapes, preventing scars, relieving the pain.

He’s great at the clean up part but even better at the comfort part

Brings out all six arms to wrap you up in while you lay in his bed, cuddling up to you while offering soft kisses to the parts of you that aren’t so sore.

Angel is always down to fuck so if you’re feeling up to it, he’ll offer you some great sexual healing while being oh so careful of all your wounds and all the painful spots.

Will let you take control too, he hopes it’ll make you feel better and maybe return some of the confidence you lost from this scuffle.

He can spot a bruised ego from a mile away and he’ll do anything to get you feeling happy and secure again.

Also argues with you about never letting you go anywhere alone ever again lol he just loves you too much. If you’re gonna get jumped, he’s either gonna be there to help you out of it or he’s gonna be taking half the beating right next to you.

Reminds me of a song…

“I wanna walk with you, wherever you go to. I wanna hurt with you. Whatever you go through, I do too.” -sour switchblade by Elita

Yeah that’s Angel, just wants to be beside you no matter the circumstances

Husk 🃏

“Oh, you dummy! This is why we wanted to go with you. Oh, doll face. Who did this? You alright?”

Yeah, he’s mean sometimes so he’s gonna scold you for going out alone before the comforting starts.

Ultimately, he doesn’t pull you away to get you cleaned up or anything. Lets you decide what to do next, where to go. He just follows you and keeps a hand on you somewhere to let you know he’s here for you.

Will whip up any drink you ask for in hopes of it relieving the pain a bit

But he’s sneaky, he’s gonna ask you tons of questions about what happened, who did it, where you were, how many of them there was. Won’t give you your drink until you answer him.

Husk is plottin and schemin, wanting to get back at the assholes who did this to you. Hes thinking about all the cool, little weapons he has and what he can do with them to teach those jerks a lesson.

In the end tho, he does get more sentimental and soft spoken later while cuddled up to you in bed.

He’ll purr softly in your ear while letting his hands gently roam your body, tracing comforting circles all over your bruised skin

Will def wrap you up in his silky wings and then proceed to pour out his entire heart to you.

“I love you. I’m so glad you’re okay. You need to listen to me. I know better than you, I’ve been down here a long time. You have to be more careful. I dunno what I’d do if I lost ya, doll. You gotta stick with me, I’ll always protect ya.”

Once you fall asleep, he wanders out to the lobby to find Angel at the bar and there they talk about teaming up to get revenge on the assholes who dared to touch Husk’s little babe

The next morning, of course they’re still talking about it. You’ll have to tell these idiots to stop and just let it go bc omg they sound crazy rn they’re gonna make a mess if you let this continue

Buuuut if you kinda like them fussing over you this much, then by all means let them do their thing as you sit back and enjoy the attention

Ooooh, Husky is getting maadddd. Kinda cute when he lets a protective growl slip out while talking to Angel. Aww he loves you~

Sir Pentious 🐍

Immediate tears and full blown panic attack at the sight of your battered face.

“OH MY GOODNESSSSSS!!! My baby! My darling! Ohhhhhh, you poor thing, come here! I’ll take care of you.”

Doesn’t care that the entirety of the hotel residents are crowded around watching you two- Pentious holds you like a baby in his arms and carefully sinks to the ground with you, holding you so tight it actually kinda hurts due to all your bruises.

Cries for a while like this- goes back and forth between examining your bruises and cuts and bloody nose with his watery eyes to then burying his face in your neck as he weeps for you.

“Pen, I’m okay. Just a little banged up. Nothing I can’t handle.”

“I CAN’T HANDLE IT!!! You’re too pretty to be beaten up like thisssss. Aawwwww.” And he’s crying even harder now.

And this goes on for a while until you finally decide to get up and go to your room with him to get cleaned up.

Babies the absolute fuck out of you- brings you food in bed and tries to feed it to you, gets you in the bath and refuses to let you touch anything while insisting he do all the work for you, carries you everywhere.

It’s actually so nice tho- he washes your hair for you real slow and firm as he scrubs your scalp, very carefully washes the dirt and dry blood from your skin only to reveal more bruises he hadn’t seen before, carefully applies ointment to your bloody cuts and scrapes

Listen…this man is not gonna stop crying until you are 100% healed up. Even the next morning, you wake up beside him to see his face wet with tears as he sniffles.

At least you know he really truly deeply cares for you and loves you 💚

“Oh, it’s okay, babe. I’m felling so much better today, especially since I get to start my morning in bed with you.”

And now he decides he’s gonna keep you in bed all day and continue to baby and pamper you

Keeps his tail and most of his body wrapped around you loosely all day as you watch movies and relax. Cant stop staring at your face and focusing on each blue and black bruise you wear, eyeing every cut and scrape and the split skin on your lip.

You took a beating and he thinks it’s only fair that you and him stay in bed until you’re truly feeling well enough to resume your normal daily tasks.

Of course, he has to stay with you in case you need something! Can’t leave his injured partner alone, wouldn’t dream of it!

Vox 🖥️

(I know he’s not at the hotel, pretend you just walked into V Tower instead, k?)

REVENGE REVENGE REVENGE

“WHAT. THE. FUCK?! Who? Where? When? HOW FUCKING HOW DARE THEY-“

You’ll have to cut him off or he’ll go on an entire raging tangent about revenge and eventually short circuit lol

“Voxy, I’m okay. Don’t worry about it. I just wanna get clean and go to bed.”

He slowly cools off and begins to focus more on you and your injuries, asking if you’re okay or if there’s anything he can do. Now behind closed doors, his entire attitude changes.

He’s following you into every room, watching you with an expression of intense sadness and concern, wishing he could take all your pain and give it to himself instead. He’d suffer for you if it meant seeing you happy and healthy

Sits in the bathroom in silence but keeps you company while you wash up. He might ask if you need help but also wants to give you space and make sure you feel safe

Assists you in getting dressed while making it very romantic and being very attentive. Vox will so slowly slip your pajamas onto you while letting his claws ghost over all your bruises.

Will lean in and kiss your busted lips right as your head pops through the top of your shirt, followed by a smile and probably more kisses

Listen, most of these boys are gonna become way more over protective after this incident okay? Vox is most definitely not an exception

Insists that either He’s gonna be with you every where you go from now on or he’s gonna send security with you every where you go from now on.

And no matter who is with you when you’re out in the streets, his cameras will also be watching over you.

Oh yeah, and he goes back in the cam footage and has a perfect view of the whole incident. He watches it over a few times before ordering a hit on every sinner who dared to mess with his lover.

You’ll never have to worry or look over your shoulder or worry again 😘

Alastor 🩸

Doesn’t say much or even stay long to worry about you at first.

He’s more angry and bent on revenge than anything. He’s worried about you too but he knows you’re strong and can take care of yourself.

He slips off to do some exploring and investigating to find out who did this to you

Spends maybe an hour figuring it out and then promptly goes on a murder spree to take care of all those pesky sinners who dared to lay a finger on his beloved

Okay, now that that’s out of his system, he can come back and take care of you.

Isn’t as cuddly and romantic as the others but he still babies you and refuses to let you do anything for yourself.

“Now now, darling. Just relax. I’ll have you cleaned up and feeling better in no time.”

Bathes you, dresses you, tucks you into bed all while humming slow tunes to you

Doesn’t cuddle you but sits on the bed beside you and gives your head some gentle pets

“You won’t have to worry any longer, my dove. I took care of those degenerates and I’ll never let you wander the streets of hell alone ever again.”

Will place a gentle kiss on your throbbing head before leaving you to rest.

He’s serious tho, anywhere you go he goes too. You’re never leaving his sight again ❤️‍🩹

[janeyseymour]

She Didn't, But Melissa Did- part 1

HEY BITCHES REMEMBER HOW I SAID THERE WAS A POSSIBILITY OF "SAVE ME BEFORE I LOSE MYSELF" CONTINUING ON?? YEAH- IT'S HERE. HERE WE GO.

Save Me Before I Lose Myself- Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5. Part 6. Part 7. Part 8. Part 9.

Summary: Carrie didn't do a lot of things. But what Carrie didn't do, Melissa did with ease.

WC: ~2.7k

Millie is all grown up. She’s nearing thirty, she’s happily married with a little girl of her own. And yet, Millie still chose to keep her last name- your last name now too. Legally, Millie is Amelia Marie Schemmenti. She’s stopping by your house to visit you and her step-mother.

“It feels like it’s been forever since we saw Mill,” your wife chuckles from her place next to you on the couch.

“What are you talking about, Mel?” you laugh as you playfully swat at her leg. “She came by last week with Hadley.”

“To drop Had off so she could run to work,” Melissa sighs. “She wouldn’t even stay for dinner ‘cause Noah was home and gettin’ ready to make dinner.”

“Well, you know how it is,” you tell her. “Hubby’s home and cookin’ dinner. What was she supposed to do?”

“Tell Noah to get his ass over here so I could cook for everyone,” the redhead rolls her eyes. “He hadn’t even started yet!”

“Well, they’ll both be here today, and I’m sure you can convince Mills to stay for dinner. You know how our daughter still prefers your cooking to anyone else’s.”

“You’re damn right she does,” the retired teacher sighs. “And she should. My cookin’ could put anyone else’s to shame.”

“I don’t know,” you drawl out. “Millie’s a pretty good cook herself.”

“Yeah,” your wife huffs. “And who taught her?”

“That would be you, my dear.”

There’s a knock on your door as your wife and you are waiting for your daughter and her family to stop by, and then they’re entering the house and kicking off their shoes. Well, Millie and Noah take their shoes off before entering. Hadley couldn’t care less and runs as fast as her little legs will take her to join you and Melissa on the couch.

“Hadley girl!” Melissa grins as she lifts the four year old up into her lap and peppers her face in kisses.

“Nonna!” the little girl giggles. “That tickles!” It takes a few more seconds before your wife lets up, and your granddaughter launches herself at you, eager for hugs.

“Mommom!” Hadley squeals and plants a sloppy kiss to your face. 

Millie and her husband both approach the couch with smiles on their faces. Noah greets you warmly with hugs and kisses to the cheeks, expressing how nice it is to see you. And Millie lights up at the two of you- it’s like she’s seven all over again, just a little girl with so much love in her heart.

“Momma,” your daughter grins as she leans into your embrace over her daughter. Then she reaches for Melissa. “Hey, Ma.”

“You’re stayin’ for dinner this time, right?” is all your wife asks as she hugs your daughter tightly, pressing a kiss to her head.

“Yeah, Ma,” Millie laughs. “We’re staying for dinner.”

“Good,” Melissa smiles with a sharp nod of her head. “I’m makin’ chili.”

“Oh hell yeah!” Noah grins.

While Hadley settles herself on the floor surrounded by the toys that you and your wife keep around the house for her, you, your wife, your daughter, and her husband all begin to catch up on life. They tell you how much their little girl has been growing before their eyes, to which you respond that it feels like just yesterday Millie was Hadley’s age. Noah tells your wife about the renovations he’s been making on their house; your wife makes sure to put in that she’s more than willing to call a guy to help him for free. You and Melissa tell them about the trip that you had taken over the weekend to the Poconos to relax. And then the topic of their jobs comes up. Noah is a highly respected business man who has much success. His success only continues to grow, and you wouldn’t be surprised if he told you he was Senior Manager of the company within the next few years. And Millie is a journalist for the Philadelphia Inquirer.

“That’s actually why we’re here today,” your daughter says, and you can tell she’s nervous with the way she’s fiddling with her fingers- a habit she’s picked up from you.

“You need a reason to visit us now?” You raise a brow. “And here I thought us being your mothers was a good enough reason to come visit us with our beautiful grandbaby.”

Hadley’s eyes light up at the mention of her, and she picks her favorite stuffed animal on the floor before setting in on your lap.

“Well, no,” your daughter bites her lip. “But we- I came to show you a piece I’ve been working on. My boss wants me to publish it, but I wanted to run it by you first, Ma.”

“Me?” Melissa points to herself as her brows furrow. Her head cocks slightly to the side in confusion.

“Y-yeah,” Millie shrugs.

“Hun,” Noah reaches over to rub his wife’s back soothingly. “We talked about this. It’s okay- we both think she’ll like it.”

“I-” the usually confident and bright woman fades into a shy and insecure one right in front of you. “Uh… yeah. Yeah. I wrote it, and I brought it, and uh-” She digs through her purse for a second and pulls out a few pieces of paper printed big enough for Melissa and you to read.

While the print is rather large, both you and your wife still pull the reading glasses from on top of your heads and set them on your faces.

The title of the article is enough to make a tear spring to Melissa’s eye: 

My Biological Mother Didn’t, But Melissa Did- by Millie Schemmenti

“Mill, what is this?” Melissa looks to your daughter.

“Just- read it,” your daughter instructs nervously.

So, the two of you begin to read.

——

I wasn’t born Amelia Schemmenti. No. I was born Amelia Nowak- daughter to Carrie Nowak and Y/N Nowak, with Carrie having given birth to me. While Y/N, Momma, was and is the perfect Momma- the one every child wishes they had, Carrie wasn’t anything like her. Carrie was, to say the least, somebody who should have never been a parent or a wife in the first place. For the first seven years of my life, Carrie was an absent mother. She was there physically, but not mentally or emotionally. While Momma was up with me everyday, Carrie was busy either working, drinking, or cheating on my mother. Carrie was abusive- tormented my momma when she thought I couldn’t see or hear it. The truth of it is, I saw much more than any child that young should have. When I was seven though, everything changed. Everything changed because of one woman who would enter my life as my teacher, and remain in my life for the rest of my days. Melissa Schemmenti, my second grade teacher, saved both mine and my momma’s lives.

——

You have to pause your reading to wipe a tear away from your face. Even though all of that is long behind you, it still haunts you. It’s still a skeleton in your closet that you haven’t been able to shake despite years of therapy. It’s clear Millie still hasn’t closed that door entirely either. The thought of Carrie still lurks in the back of both of your minds.

“Millie,” you whisper tearfully as you pull her in close.

“Keep- keep reading,” she tells you softly. “It’s a happy piece, but I had to add a bit of the backstory to balance it all out.”

You nod shakily and lean back against Melissa to continue.

——

Miss Schemmenti, the rough and tough, no nonsense, second grade teacher at Abbott Elementary, was my guiding light. I knew there was something special about her from the start. For as tough as she played, Miss Schemmenti was had a warmth to her- one that few got the honor of seeing. I was lucky. She had seen something in me, and years later, I got her to admit that I was her favorite student.

——

“Do you think I would’ve adopted just any student of mine, ya buffoona?” your ma chuckles. “Of course you were my favorite.”

You just smile at her, and gesture for her to continue.

——

Miss Schemmenti, when things weren’t safe for us to continue living with Carrie, took us in. She didn’t have to, but she did. She allowed us to move in with her temporarily (reader: it was not temporary. She and my mother still live in that same house together) while Momma tried to piece her life together and figure out how the hell she was going to get away from Carrie. For three months, we lived in Miss Schemmenti’s house with her, and she did everything she did to keep us safe. She drove Momma to work, took me to school, made dinners, read bedtime stories… all while helping Momma with her impending divorce and a custody battle over me. Without getting into detail, the custody battle was a hard battle fought on both sides. And in history, stories are told from the winner’s point of view. Reader, I am the winner in this case, so you get to hear my point of view- I got to stay with Momma. I never had to see Carrie again after an outburst in the courtroom. And because I got to stay with Momma, I also got to stay with Miss Schemmenti- Melissa, I called her mostly now. On the occasion that I was especially tired, she was Melly, much to her dissatisfaction at first (Don’t worry, she got over it).

——

“I still can’t believe I let you call me Melly for all those years,” the retired teacher groans.

Millie lets out a laugh. “You wouldn’t even let Aunt Barbie call you that.”

“I still don’t,” Melissa huffs. “Woman knows if she does, she don’ get any of my meatballs.”

——

After all of the divorce hearings and custody hearings were settled, Momma and I settled into our new lives- away from Carrie. We settled into a life with Melissa. Things were… easy. Natural. A dream. I still remember the day that Momma and Melissa sat me down to break the news to me that they were dating.

——

“Millie!” You called up the steps. “Honey? Can you come here?”

Your little girl came jumping down the steps, curious why you would be calling her down into the living room at three on a Saturday. She saw you and Melissa sitting on the couch, and her nose scrunched just the slightest bit.

“What’s going on?” Millie asked.

“Hun,” Melissa spoke up from her place next to you. “We have to have a little chat.”

“About?”

“Millie, Mel and I have been talking,” you said softly.

“You guys talk all the time,” your little girl rolled her eyes playfully.

“Seriously talking,” you stated nervously. “And… we just wanted to let you know… that we’ve decided to start dating.”

“Dating?” Millie’s eyes went wide. “Like, dating dating?”

“There’s really only one kind of dating,” the redhead chuckled. She took your hand in her own. “But yes. Your momma and I are dating. Is that okay with you?”

Millie pursed her lips.

——

After everything Momma had been through with Carrie, I was terrified to hear that she was dating again- and my teacher, no less. But, if Momma wanted to date, I would choose Mel over anyone in the world for her to pick. I already liked Mel, and she already liked me. We already all lived together, and we had been for some time now. I remember thinking that day, even after all of my questions had been answered about this new change, that I hoped Melissa would stay nice- that she would stay the Mel I knew and loved. I had hoped that she wouldn’t change once they were out of the honeymoon phase of dating. Reader, I want you to know that my momma and Melissa have been married for seventeen years at this point, and they still aren’t out of the honeymoon phase.

——

“I’d say we’re out of the honeymoon phase,” Melissa rolls her eyes playfully and nudges you.

You shrug. “I don’t know about that one, honey. Just last night, you were-”

“Please!” Millie’s eyes go wide. “I don’t need to hear about my parents’ sex life!”

“Just last night, your ma was sharing her ice cream with me,” you finish. “Jeez, Mills. Not everything is about sex.”

“All I know is the last time we talked about how the two of you were still in love, I learned more than I ever needed to know,” your daughter groans, and her ears are red. “Keep reading, before I traumatize myself all over again thinking about it.

——

I remember thinking that I would never call Melissa Mom.

——

“You don’t call me ‘Mom’,” Melissa points out.

You watch as Millie rolls her eyes. “Just keep reading, Ma.”

——

As soon as I was aware of the fact that Melissa and my momma were dating, it was abundantly clear how much better life was going to get. My biological mother never did things for Momma just because. Melissa did. I watched Momma get flowers just because Melissa thought they were pretty- that they were Momma’s favorite shade of pink. I saw Melissa look at my mother in a way that I never saw Carrie look at her- as if she was the most beautiful person in the world first thing in the morning, bedhead and all. I never heard my biological mother tell my momma she was beautiful (and my momma is one of the most beautiful people I know, both inside and out), but Melissa still tells her to this day that her wife is a stunner. My biological mother never told Momma that she loved her just to tell her she loved her. Melissa made sure to tell my mother she loved her each and every day, once the two of them finally had the courage to start saying those three powerful words to each other. My biological mother used to walk out of the house without so much as a goodbye to my momma. Melissa, to this day, has not left the house without saying goodbye to my mother and letting her know she loves her.  My biological mother opened up a whole new world for Momma. She woke up the side of my momma that was easy-going and carefree, while Carrie did her best to bury that part of Momma as deep as she could. My biological mother couldn’t, didn’t want to. But Melissa did. Melissa did everything she could, and it would be for the best.

——

“You paid this much attention to us as a little kid?” the redhead raises a brow, although it’s clear she’s a bit teary-eyed at your daughter’s writing. She lifts her glasses back to the top of her head to wipe away the tears threatening to spill over.

You shrug. “I took in a lot. But I’ve also been doing a lot of thinking lately.”

“She’s right,” you whisper, and you kiss your wife’s cheek softly. “You brought out a side in me I never thought I would see again. Carrie did everything she could to rip that away from me, but you did everything you could to save that side of me.”

“It was always there, mi amore. You just had to find it again.” Melissa smiles at you. Then she turns to Millie. “Mills, this is beautifully done. If you want to publish this piece, I would be honored.”

“Well,” your daughter chuckles nervously as she pulls out another small stack of papers from her purse. “There might be more. I just… needed to see what you thought of the beginning before I showed you the rest of it.”

“Give it here,” your wife holds out her hand expectantly.

Millie hands over the papers nervously, tucking a few loose hairs behind her ear.

Red glasses slide back down onto your wife’s face, and the two of you begin to read once more.

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[takamiwife]

hawks x pregnant reader?... either his kid or someone else's doesn't matter, as long as he's loving sweet and spoiling tf out the baby ❤️ he would be soooo good w postpartum care. im sure he's helped deliver kids in emergency situations - 🌕

thank you for the request! this is adorable <33 sorry this took a while </3 schools been kicking my ass

but anyways

this man is literally meant to be a father

when you told him you were pregnant, his reaction was: “we’re having a baby?” (shocked) -> “we’re having a baby?” (terrified) -> “we’re having a baby?!” (over the moon ecstatic)

your pregnancy wasn’t planned, so admittedly he was very nervous. he always expected to have kids when he had taken a load off of his hero work, and as soon as you asked if you two should reconsider, he immediately stopped you

“no, no, no. i’m.. i’m ready. as long as you are.”

of course he wifed you up IMMEDIATELY

he can’t have you walking around with his baby without a ring on your finger!

for a short period of time, it was extremely stressful and hectic. you wanted to get your wedding done early on in your pregnancy so you could still fit into your dream dress, and keigo was balancing trying to work a lot to try and make the city the most secure he could for when the baby arrived while also wanting to be home with you, but you two found a way to do it. you postponed your honeymoon until a few months after the baby was born (hey, you’d need it then anyways), so the beginning of your marriage was filled with baby-proofing your now shared apartment and setting up a nursery

everyday when he’d wake you up, he’d kiss you on the forehead, then on your growing bump

this man would come home EVERYDAY with baby stuff, “i saw it in a store while on patrol, wouldn’t this be perfect?”

plus, he’d find the exact vitamins you should take and got them for you, wanting you and the baby to be as healthy as possible

he’d insist you don’t lift a single finger, especially since you went through a lot of stress early on with rapidly planning your wedding, but you convinced him to let you be able to help with the baby’s room

whenever you two are alone together, his hand is like, CONSTANTLY on your stomach

he cried when he felt the baby kick

you guys would celebrate every trimester with a little cake with candles on it

you often got late night cravings, and you always told him not to worry about it, but he insisted because he just so happened to be craving the same thing, so it really wasn’t a problem

rubs your back and holds your hair during morning sickness, and is so patient with you with mood swings

when you really started to show and you couldn’t fit into your old clothes, you broke down crying about how you felt so bad about yourself, and he was genuinely so confused because you had never looked more beautiful to him

nevertheless, he took you out shopping the next day for maternity clothes

he’d love buying onesies and bringing them home to “show off” to the baby, aka holding the onesie up to your stomach

“just remember that daddy picked this one out for you, not mommy, so this one has to be your favorite, okay?”

“you are gonna be the best dressed baby in town”

he’d also have the room filled with toys

“oh, i just saw it in a store window and thought it’d be perfect”

you actually had to stop him bc you were quickly running out of room

he’d have your hospital bag packed and ready by the door a month and a half before you were due

so when your water broke, this man was READY

he was right next to you the whole time, encouraging you and letting you squeeze his hand as hard as you needed

so when the baby was finally born, you handed them to him, and he was so, so scared

it all suddenly felt so real

and the baby looked like a perfect combination of the two of you. but they had your eyes. your perfect, loving eyes

he tried to bite back the tears as he gently brushed his finger along the baby’s face

“hey there.. i’m your daddy.. nice to finally meet you, you’ve been giving your mommy lotsa problems these past few months, kiddo.”

he’d kiss their head, still trying to hold back tears. he promised himself that he would be the best goddamn father he could be. better than his deadbeat dad ever could be. your baby would never doubt that they were loved, they’d never wonder where there next meal would come from, and they sure as hell would never be scared of him

postpartum was a bit hard for you, but keigo was there every step of the way. he was a boat in a dark sea, and you knew that you weren’t going through it alone. he got as much time off of work as he could to try and be there for you and the baby, but he still never felt like it was enough

he’d always make sure you knew you were absolutely adored no matter what your brain was telling you, and made sure to take as many of the responsibilities off of you as possible on particularly hard days

not once did you get up at night to feed them or change their diaper. he would always immediately turn the baby monitor off, creeping quietly down the hallway to their room, and would stay with them as long as it took for them to get back to sleep. he was used to having a fucked up sleep schedule, so this was no problem for him

he takes pictures constantly

everyone at work is constantly getting updates on the baby, and you guys started taking monthly family photos, which he rotates out on his desk

you guys know how (unfortunately) a lot of women have to beg their husbands to take care of the baby so they can go shower?

well that’s not you

as soon he gets home, he scoops the baby up, telling you that it’s your time now

“i’ve been gone all day! it’s my turn with the baby, go on, i already started the bath for you” and the bathroom has lit candles, a bath bomb in the warm tub, and one of those little bathtub desk things for a drink and an ipad (yall pls know what i’m talking about 😭)

it’s a constant competition for the baby saying “mama” or “dada” first

one day, the baby just would not. stop. crying. no matter what you guys did, it seems that they would never cease. overstimulated and running out of ideas, keigo strapped a baby wrap to his chest and stuck them in it

“keigo, what are you doing?”

“we’re goin’ for a ride. it always helps me calm down”

“wh- you can’t take the baby flying!”

“they’re my kid, they’ll be fine!”

“oh my god- okay, don’t go too fast, or i swear to god-“

“relax, baby, i got this” he flashed his charming smile at you, and you only sighed

“be back in one piece, okay?”

despite being known as the man who’s too fast for his own good, keigo enjoyed a calm, slow flight. as soon as he hit the air, the baby seemed to immediately stop crying; and as the baby looked up at him with those big, round eyes, keigo realized just how lucky he was to be able to fall in love with those eyes twice in his life

“there ya go kiddo, i knew you just needed some air. just like your dad, hm?”

and he had never felt more proud

[redhoodlover1]

Jason Todd x reader

⋆ ★ Synopsis: The press starting juicy gossips when suddenly Bruce Wayne's dead sone comes back to living./ Short crack fic since I'm out of ideas.

⋆ ★ Word count: 479

⋆ ★ A/N: I'm currently binge watching hunter x hunter and I'm on Chimera ant arc so i'm not gonna post for a while probably, but I'm still free to talk.

The return from the dead had rather more downsides than upsides. There were many important and heavy things around which everything revolved. However, the smaller things are never worth ignoring. And ever since the news went out into the world that Bruce Wayne's deceased son had suddenly returned to the living, all the press has been trampling all over him. But that was to be expected.

But Bruce clearly said not to do anything drastic when someone would ask him questions. It came easily to Bruce, he could always put on his Brucie persona and that was it, but Jason? He had no public persona.

Also, there's one accident that happened some time ago... You probably already heard about it, though Jason wasn't sure if you knew that it was about you. He should tell you, right?                                  ⋆ ★ ⋆ ★ ⋆

Jason walked into your apartment like it was his own. You were a fellow vigilante that he met when he first became Red Hood. Now you were pretty good friends, even if that friendship started with beating shit out of each other.

He spotted you at the kitchen counter making yourself a cup of tea and its smell had long since filled the apartment. You had a movie paused in the background, but what caught his eye was a newspaper where the headline was his name. That immediately made him grimace.

When you finally noticed him standing there, Jason immediately saw your smirk. You would usually fuss about him not knocking and coming unannounced. And that made him sigh. He knew what was coming next.

"Why didn't you ever tell me you had a girlfriend! I'm offended... And she has the same name as me, even better." You said, taking the ready steaming cup of tea.

Jason rubbed his temple and looked back at you. "I might have told the presenters that you're my girlfriend so they would stop bothering me and that worked the other way..."

He watched you as you almost chocked on your tea. "WHAT?! You traitor!"

"I just told them your first name, don't stress out."

"If I'm going to have some nosy presenters in front of my door, I'm gonna kick your ass and tell them you forced me to be with you!"

Jason walked over to your couch without a single care in the world. "Can we just stay with you kicking my ass? Though I doubt you could even manage that." He took the remote and started looking through the channels on your TV.

"Hey, I was watching that!" The man sprawled on the soft cushions and put something more to his liking on the TV. "I know, but I'm the one who's watching now."

You just sighed and shook your head. You took your cup and took the vacant seat next to him on the couch. "Asshole..."

"Your asshole."

[sydsaint]

Slightly back from hiatus to post about my golden retriever boyfriend.

Summary: After getting cut open in his match against Kyle Fletcher, Will is confronted by his girlfriend backstage about his reckless behavior. But not even she is immune to his charms.

“You always have to push yourself.” You glare at your boyfriend while holding the bloody rag to his forehead. “Can’t just take a loss and let someone else win, can you?” You scold Will.

“And let a backstabbing twat like Kyle win?” Will scoffs at the very idea. “I had to beat him. And the cut isn’t even that bad, love.” He attempts to soothe your worry for him.

Not that it ever works.

You sigh and continue to press the rag to his forehead, waiting for the bleeding to stop. Ospreay’s face is already a sticky crimson mess. And yet, he’s still wearing that goofy grin that you fell in love with so long ago. It’s like nothing in this world can break that mans smile. And that’s why you love him so much.

“You look like a mess.” You sigh heavily at him, attempting to wipe some of the sticky blood away from his face.

“So no victory kiss, then?” Ospreay taunts you with a cheeky grin, waggling his eyebrows in an attempt to be seductive.

You scrunch your nose in disgust at his suggestion. “Wash your face first.” You demand. “Then you can have a kiss.”

“But, babe.” Will whines. “I want a kiss from my lovely girlfriend now.” He pouts, giving you those puppy dog eyes.

“No.” You cross your arms across your chest in defiance. “I am not kissing your nasty, sticky, bloody face.” You insist.

Will continues looking at you with those soft brown eyes of his, and like always, your resolve falters. “Ugh.” You sigh heavily and lean down, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead before grimacing at the metallic taste it leaves in your mouth.

“Atta girl , lovey.” Will grins triumphantly.

“Jackass.” You grumble out a response, despite the smile breaking out on your face.

Will continues to grin smugly and wraps his arms around you, pulling you gently against his chest. “You love me.” He insists.

“Only a little.” You reply defiantly.

“A little?” Ospreay snorts. “Please, love. You’re obsessed with me. Almost as bad as all those fangirls.”

You scoff and flick his forehead, taking care not to hit the cut on it. “Am not.” You pout.

“Yes you are.” Will teases and kisses your cheek. “My beautiful, obsessed babydoll.”

“Your ego is getting too big.” You grumble and settle into his arms.

Will kisses your jaw gently before moving his mouth right next to your ear. “Ain’t the only thing above me that’s big, now is it, darling?” He teases

“Oh, shut up, Will.” You scoff to hide the light dusting of blush on your face.

“You love me.” Will grins “Come on, admit it, darling. ‘Ol Will Ospreay has captured your heart.”

You roll your eyes at his insistence, even though you know he’s right. You do love his annoying ass. Despite your protests.

“Yeah, I love you, moron.” You sigh and give in

“I love you, too, doll face.” Will kisses your cheek. “Now, clean me up before I have to go back out there and show that bloke, Okada, up.”

“Oh, so I’m your nursemaid now?” You scoff, already going back to wiping his face up despite your words.

Will chuckles and lets you clean up the blood remaining on his face for him. Once you’re done, he smiles up at you

“Well, do I look camera ready?” He asks you.

“You look like you need a bandage for your head.” You retort. “But your face is clean and camera ready, yes.” You sigh.

“Hey.” Will grabs your hand and brings it up to his face, lacing a gentle kiss to your knuckles. “I’ll be careful. Promise.” He assures you.

You roll your eyes with a skeptical look. “Right I’ve heard that before.” You retort.

“I always came back to you, though. Don’t I, love?” Will counters.

“Yeah, yeah.” You sigh. “Be careful, But kick Okada’s ass, baby.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Will salutes you teasingly. “Anything for my best girl.” He flashes a cheeky smile at you before heading off.

[fenrysmoonbeamswife]

rhysand stans/nesta haters wonder why I'm aggressive with them when they come out with this absolute drivel

but I actually want to unpack this comment because this is the pathetic narrative that so many people try to push

pink is for my commentary

the comment is from nyxess_mea on instagram if anyone else wants to block them asap

"so, a brutally abused, traumatized man, whose greatest fear was losing his loved ones, learns his family is going to die, – Feyre was going to die because Rhysand endangered her, she didn't have fully informed consensual sex. He didn't magically learn she would die, he knew it was a risk and just didn't care until it came back to bite him in the ass – and he desperately tries to find solution to save them all, – um where? People love to say this but show me one single instance of him actively looking for a solution – without stressing his wife (who would never choose abortion, be for real), – without informing Feyre about her body, who should have had the choice no matter what that choice would be that's the fucking point – his terror has him in choke hold, – literally who fucking cares this is not about him stop babying this 500 year old man, terror does not have you in a chokehold for months so this is a weak excuse – and he cannot bear to shatter his mate's happiness – the very essence of Feyres personality, wants, and requests of other people since the very first book have been to be informed and to have a choice, she wouldn't give a shit about being happy she would want to know and you know what? Even if she wouldn't, she has the right to – because stress can trigger premature labour (as it did!) – and that's a problem why? If the pregnancy was already at risk why would a premature labour even matter? If anything a preemie baby would have made the delivery easier and inducing the labour early should have been considered as a potential solution. "Oh we can't stress Feyre out stress is bad for the pregnancy", um the literal pregnancy is bad for Feyre so?? Again, weak ass excuse me –

And that is worse than a narcissist – Nesta, apparently – who abused an innocent child for years, – she was also a child but go off – mentally, emotionally, financially and physically (trying to force one to work for hours when exhausted and frozen is physical abuse) – please, what extra chapters did these psychos get that shows Nesta dragging Feyre out to the woods and "forcing" her to work because how else is it possible that so many people are so very wrong?? their little headcanons make me picture little Nesta out whipping Feyre around the woods and it kind of cracks me up I won't lie – Who enjoyed hurting and dehumanizing her sister at every chance – you mean... like Feyre did? Or do you mean when Nesta ran her baths? Or had her dinner ready after she napped? Or when she went to look for Feyre? – who tried to kick Feyre out of the house Tamlin provided, who then exploited money of Rhys. – "exploited" yes I'm sure she really abused this poor, penniless saint of a man. That's like saying someone exploited Elon Musk, it's quite literally impossible –

A vile abhorrent ungrateful abuser is worse than a man with brutal trauma with the most understandable reaction considering what he had been through, who tried to save his wife. – The vile, abhorrent abuser is Rhysand I'm sorry to tell you (not really). Keeping a woman's bodily autonomy from her is absolutely not the most understandable reaction. "Considering what he has been through" if anything that should have made him more responsible and more concerned for Feyres consent and autonomy but he wasn't. He endangered her and didn't inform her of the dangers of the sex they were having and then kept life threatening information and bodily autonomy from her for months. And he didn't try to save his wife, he tried to save himself and his heir. If he had tried to save his wife there are these magical things called ✨abortions✨. Nesta saved his wife, and his ungrateful ass – Nesta never cared for Feyre (and no, looking for her breadwinner slave to feed her after being taken to the wall is not caring) Rhys cares too much. He did not mean no harm, unlike Nesta, who enjoyed hurting Feyre at every turn – I honestly just have 0 words for this last bit other than get help and a sprinkle of reading comprehension wouldn't go astray either. Then again he did not mean no harm is actually absolutely correct, congratulations👏🏻

[carbondioxda]

a/n: I firmly believe Simon Riley would be a dog person. Written at school on breaks, english isn’t my first language sorry for mistakes🥲

c/w: Simon Riley/Shelter worker!reader with him just caring for the same mutt as reader. Simon dogtrapping reader and deciding that she’s gonna be his wife on the spot.

There’s this stray mutt that Simon has grown fond of.

He’s no one’s, an older dog with some scars, matted fur, and a sad look in his eyes. He’s big, probably a mix between a german shepherd, saint bernard and a labrador if you squint. He has one floppy ear despite his age. Still, a big guy with a rough exterior and a big heart. Much like Simon.

He couldn’t have a dog. Not with the constant deployments and absence from home. Maybe if he had a wifey to take care of the dog and the house while he’s gone, he’d take him in. He didn’t have a dog officially anyway, despite feeding the mutt regularly and having two bowls for him outside, dog food now permanently on his grocery list. He wouldn’t admit to himself how much he cared for him, named him Bravo in his head, but never got him a proper collar.

Bravo always came back, happy to see Simon, wagging his tail and roaming around his neighbourhood whenever he was home. Always slept in his garage during winter. He was a great dog, hunted rodents when he was in the mood. Warned Simon that someone was coming by barking. Never bit or attacked anyone. Played with the kids on the playground nearby.

So when Simon comes back from yet another deployment, he notices that Bravo isn’t there to greet him. His bowls remain untouched and one thing that Simon knew about that mutt was that he’d eat absolutely anything without a complaint. So after two long days of seeing the bowls still full, worry starts to nag the Lieutenant, reminding him at random of how Bravo’s missing.

Simon’s heart drops to his stomach when his mind starts conjuring images of what fate the pup could’ve suffered while he was gone, kicking ass god knows where with the Task Force. People were cruel, whether it’d be men or some messed up kids. Most drivers don’t even stop after bumping into a cat or a dog. The thought of Bravo being hurt or rotting on the side of the road made Simon’s head spin.

At some point, enough is enough. He’d figure out a place for Bravo to stay while he’s deployed, he just wanted the damn mutt to come back. His only company when he was home alone. The neighbours said that the dog vanished, none of them mentioned anything about a dead dog in a ditch, so that was something. Simon found himself driving to the local shelter in hopes of finding him. He heads inside, picture of the dog prepared on his phone already.

There he sees you - the sweetest lass he’s ever seen. Pretty sure he hasn’t seen you before, because he wouldn’t ignore someone like that. He opens the door and the creak and it makes you turn to him and smile, making him wish he’d have you smiling like that when he comes home.

And you? Who doesn’t smile at the sight of a man built like your wet dream, looking to adopt a dog. And you just had a great day, after having made a decision to adopt one of the larger mutts that just came to your shelter a week ago. He was so sweet with that floppy ear of his-

- What can I help you with? Wanna adopt? - you ask. Not many people come to the shelter. Mostly families before christmas, a few volunteers who walk and feed the dogs, maybe some young people when they move out of their parents house and want their own mutt. If he wouldn’t find Bravo here, he was ready to adopt a dog anyway just to see your eyes light up.

- M’mutt’s gone missin’. - he gruffly replied, taking out his phone and showing you the picture he took one time before he got deployed again. - You have ‘im?

- Uh, yeah, he’s been with us for a week now. - you say, but your immediately smile goes down. The handsome guy was taking your dog. A wave of relief washes over his body, his worries dissolved with a simple sentence. He tenses up again though, just as fast. Something’s wrong. You should look at him with glinting eyes and hand him adoption papers. Thank him for taking the doggy to a good house with a kiss on the cheek, or a sloppy kiss somewhere else. You motion him to follow you to the crates. The room stinks of a wet dog. He follows without a word, eyeing your plush thighs from behind, calculating if his hands were perfectly big to grab them both and spread. If you two were at the bar, he’d be already trying to get your number, name, address and family information.

You two walk over to the crate where the poor mutt is in, whining, his tail thumping on the floor when he sees you and Simon.

- It’s good you’re taking him back uh..he’s a smart mutt. - you chuckle awkwardly, fighting through the pain. Simon seemed like a good man and you were telling yourself that he’d be much better owner than you anyway. But it hurts. Because in the week you’ve had him in this crate, you’ve grown so attached that it physically hurts to give him away. Bravo, as Simon called him, was the only dog you actually took out the papers to adopt formally after working at the shelter for months. Turns out you almost took someone’s dog. You open the lock and let Bravo get out and bother Simon.

- I’m gon’ take ‘im home. - he says, watching your expression.

- Alright. You’ll need to fill out some basic forms before you do. You may sit on one of the chairs. - you guide him to the poorly furnished waiting room where you return to your counter and give him the said files. He gives you a nod and sits down, Bravo bothering his ass all the time. He writes down whatever was needed, mostly just trying to rack his brain on if his sudden need for you isn’t caused by not getting laid for years in the military. But no. He doesn’t ogle pretty girls that way in grocery shops or at base, you’re just uniquely wife-shaped in his opinion. And he hates that frown you have on and even more that he’s the one to cause it. It didn’t take a genius to figure out you loved Bravo.

- Ya got a dog? - he suddenly asks, laying the paperwork on the counter to get it signed. He’s determined to get you to smile again, not look like you just got your soul companion ripped away from you.

- Oh, no, I wish. I..almost adopted your dog, actually. Well, uh, big dogs are better for houses than flats anyway, yeah? - you smile weakly. Small flat doesn’t quite fit to the description of the absolute shithole you live in, but it’ll do. He senses that. He’d be more than willing to lock you up with Bravo in his house and get you all the pups you want. Anything to get the spark in your eyes back, the one you greeted him with at the door.

-…Ya dogsit? - he gruffly asks as you give him back the paperwork. He needed something to silence his guilt and have you within his reach. You wanted Bravo, he can share.

- I suppose I could. - you shrug. Anything to see that dog. You could get a penny or two dogsitting too. And drool over Simon.

- I mean fo’ long periods of time. Few weeks, a month. Livin’ in the house. - he said, laying out what he needed, because taking that mutt in meant getting him someone to watch over him while he’s deployed. It felt like sharing custody already. And he wanted to see you home. Smiling when he comes back. Hell, he’d get two or three dogs there if it meant seeing you all sweet and smiling.

You think for a moment. Your flat is shit. Simon mentioned he has a house, not an apartament. You don’t wanna part from Bravo and you need money.

- Sure. - you shrug, finally smiling a bit more without that sadness in your eyes. His heart flutters. He’s gonna buy a ring and himself a matching one if you do that again. The guest room’s gonna be your space, he’s gonna come back for another dog and let you choose which one, and Bravo would make a great family dog anyway, so the storage room upstairs can be the nurser-

You exchange numbers and that’s when you’ve sealed your fate. He calls you two days after he took Bravo and you show up to discuss the details. His dog greets you and you rub his floppy ear, ruffle his fur like all you needed this today was that mutt.

- Where’s yer suitcase? - he asks, hanging your jacket.

- My suitcase?

- Yer stayin’.

- Sorry, what?

- Ya agreed to dogsittin’ Bravo. M’gone often, so it’s best ya jus’ move in. Guest room upstairs ‘s yours. - he states. It’s not a question of you want to move in. You will move in. - Ya mentioned wanting to adopt Bravo. He fuckin’ adores ya, so he’s yours too. Yer stayin’. Next time, bring yer things.”

And there it is. That glimmer in your eyes. The proposition to live in a house instead of your shitty flat and have Bravo with you all the time? And a handsome Brit that looks at you like you’re a meal all the time? Worth a shot.

[tojivu]

Hey love, can i request the jjk men (or just Gojo tbh) taking care of their SO after giving birth? That would be suuuper sweet and thank you💙💙

father and husband ⋆ gojo satoru

gojo takes care of you after giving birth + other hcs

an. i'm not done with the long ass gojo fic so i'm finishing this draft first. sorry i do not know much about birth i am a teenager writing fanfiction after all...... my google search history might make my parents think i'm pregnant

cw. sfw, f!reader, not proofread, mentions of female anatomy, suggestive jokes at the end

playing. 17 by pink sweat$, ft. joshua and dk of seventeen.

"this is so unfair, 'toru."

the thick sheets the private hospital provided you with restrained you from sitting up. sunlight pours into the room through the spaces in the blinds — the ward is awfully quiet, much unlike your expectations.

"huh?"

you turn your head towards the leather chair situated next to your bed. it's a pale beige, clashing with the various blues this hospital decorates itself with — and with the white hair of the man you call your husband.

his hair falls messily onto the material. you furrow your eyebrows and wonder what has gotten into him; he's been much quieter than usual. this was not typical satoru behaviour.

your newborn baby was getting examined and you were told it would take a bit. your family wouldn't be coming down till tomorrow morning — something you didn't mind because you were so sure satoru, your loving husband, was just as prepared as you are for the birth.

"he's got your eyes," you mutter. the anxiety was really starting to kick in now; satoru was never this quiet. ever. your attempts at making conversation echo, and it's eerie how you could forget satoru was even here if you just closed your eyes. "satoru?"

you swear you see a thick bead of sweat roll down his temple. he sits cautiously, as if he is ready to spring up into action any moment now.

"i'm so scared, [name]." gojo's voice trembles and it bounces off the walls; you feel your heart skip a beat, only to pound harder the next.

SATORU starts bawling when he gets to hold his baby after the discharge. tears run down his face like two waterfalls, staining his sweatshirt. your baby looks at him with the most curious eyes, before shutting them and returning to a deep sleep.

he holds your son as if he's fragile glass, grip firm and careful not to slip — your fingers wipe the tears pooling at his waterline and gojo can't help but look at you with absolute adoration.

"please stop crying, 'toru," you smile up at the crybaby you call your husband. "you can't drive with tears in your eyes."

he tries to speak but nothing comes out. gojo's voice cracks before saying anything and he only manages to nod, handing the baby back to you.

SATORU who makes sure to help you with whatever you need, you just need to order him around. he's just as new to this parenting thing as you are, given you are the only woman he's ever loved — patience is needed with him as much as it's needed with you.

for example: satoru would never complain about waking up early in the morning to feed your son. he'd spring out of bed, nervous yet oddly confident. he was afraid of not being fatherly enough — so, this was a wonderful start. he was extremely elated when you asked him to do such a duty the night prior.

he slips out of the sheets and sees your peaceful face, lips parted and letting out small snores; gojo knew you needed the rest after all the sleepless nights.

"good morning," satoru's softly cooing at your son, careful arms scooping him up into his chest and out of the baby blue crib (that coincidentally matches both their eyes). your son only cries in response, much to satoru's displeasure.

your husband can't help but smile down at his child, before glancing over at you a few feet away; comfortably wrapped in your shared blanket.

"mama's asleep, so you're stuck with me." he mimics a pout, but words could not describe how happy he was. your son could only stare blankly at him, giggling when he presses a gentle kiss on his forehead. "sorry, not sorry."

although the baby doesn't bond with your husband that well (yet), his determination is unwavering. he makes sure to be nearby the bedroom — but not too far away, in case something goes wrong — so his cries don't wake you.

all goes well until gojo changes your son's diaper an hour later and gets pee all over his hands, that he rushes into your bedroom for help.

"[name], baby," he bites his lip out of worry, opening the door with his dry hand and calling for you. "he peed on me—"

you give him a thank you kiss for trying anyway.

SATORU who rubs your shoulders for you, or really any other body part ever — he's a weirdly good masseuse. you often find yourself falling asleep on the couch as he kneads your pains away.

"baby," he whispers.

you three were on the couch, watching a movie in the late evening. your groans don't go unnoticed, and he knows you've been holding your baby for quite some time in hopes of calming him down.

"psst, baby." satoru repeats, the arm around your shoulder tapping the flesh of yours. "aren't you tired?"

"a little," you sigh. "he might wake up if i put him down."

"nah," satoru caresses your shoulder gently. "put him down for a minute. i'll help."

"help?"

"did you know i give really good massages?" satoru smirks, "your husband's crazy talented, i know."

you raise an eyebrow. you've never heard of gojo satoru massaging people — you're a little skeptical, but put down your son in the bassinet next to the couch nonetheless.

the ache in your shoulder and back were a little too intense to bear, now. satoru could tell with the way you were shifting around in your position every 5 minutes.

well, all your doubt washes away almost as fast as it came — you find yourself knocked out on the couch for the next hour, your head against satoru's shoulder.

SATORU who makes sure to give you extra kisses and extra hugs during this period of change.

he understands how difficult it must be for you — although maybe not to the full extent, considering he doesn't have a uterus — but he wants to try, and try he does.

whenever you have baby blues, he's always there. he kisses the tears off your cheeks, wiping them away with his thumb and whispering soft praises in your ears.

satoru couldn't express how grateful he is to you for giving him a son to love, to raise with you. he can only attempt to say it in words and through kisses, although he feels that may never be enough.

"i-i'm sorry for waking you, 'toru," you sniffle, even if your body language screams the opposite — your head is buried in satoru's chest and he has his hands running through your hair.

"shh, it's okay baby — don't be sorry," he holds your body close to him with his other hand, tracing circles onto the thin fabric of your clothes. "i'm here."

other times, you break down while trying to take care of your son — sometimes the cries get too loud and overwhelming, and everything you do just seems to make it worse.

satoru hears your crying and he immediately rushes over (if he wasn't already in the room with you), taking your son from your hands and trying to calm him down himself. he'll press a kiss onto your forehead, using his free hand to wipe your tears away — and he'll tell you to let him take over.

"shit," he swears under his breath, rushing into the room and seeing your tear-stained face; satoru instinctively reaches for the baby and you hand him over. "let me do it, okay?"

you nod, desperately wiping your face with the sleeves of your hoodie — before satoru uses his right hand to wipe them for you, his lips planted on your forehead.

"i'm s-sorry," you mutter, feeling a little better when you feel the skin of your husband on yours. "i don't know what to do—"

"it's okay, baby," he smiles, tucking stray hairs behind your ears as you continue to calm yourself down; your baby is still crying, and satoru looks oddly calm as opposed to you. "let me take over for a bit."

sure, he gets overwhelmed sometimes; but he needs to be your glue in case you can't pull yourself together. even if he's clueless too, he has to be strong for you — he can imagine the chaos that would ensue if he wasn't.

when he puts the baby to sleep half an hour later, he returns to the bedroom to find you in bed: wrapped in a blanket with tissues in your hands.

satoru feels his heart break at the sight.

he climbs into bed with you and his arms find purchase on your waist, pulling you closer to him; his warmth feels like the medicine you've been needing this entire time, and it's almost as if all your anxiety dissipates.

"you did good today," his cold breath tickles the back of your neck, and you feel his nose bump at your nape. "i'm proud of you."

"it was all you this time," you reply in a hushed voice, throat hurting at the tears you were trying to keep in. "i don't know what i'd do—"

"no," satoru interrupts you. "i couldn't feed the baby this morning, and you did it instead — remember?"

"i remember. you knocked over the formula."

"mhm," satoru hums, his fingers intertwining with yours. "and you did it in only 2 minutes. you're too good at this baby thing, [name]."

"you don't seem so scared anymore, satoru."

you hear a laugh escape from your husband's lips. "thanks to you," and he's pressing kisses along the outline of your shoulder and neck. "i'm the strongest, after all — what can i not do?"

"you're the cockiest, too," you snicker, and you only earn a dramatic gasp from the man behind you.

"don't talk about cock with me right now."

your jaw drops slightly, before you flip your body over to face satoru's direction: he has an annoying smirk painted on his face. "you are so disgusting, satoru."

"you know you love me—" and just as satoru's leaning in for a kiss on the lips, cries from the nursery room erupt.

"man."

writers block is real i think

[multiheadcanons]

FLIRT WITH THE MERCS

scout: jeremy is stupid enough that he thinks most flirting with him is a joke, and is generally happy to play along. he is very used to being aggressively shut down, and doesn’t really give it much thought anymore. he will not get that you’re flirting seriously until he has agreed to a date. then it’s like it clicks in his brain. and he becomes a grade A USDA certified dickhead. “yeah, i got a date! with who? oh, you wouldn’t know ‘em!”. what an ass.

soldier: why are you trying to flirt with this man, first of all. you know this man can’t understand a literary device past a knock knock joke, right? compliments are shrugged off. he knows he looks good for his age. he knows he’s got stellar aim. he worked like a bitch to achieve these things. coy questions get unamused answers. what’s he doing after work? more work. he’s training. eating. cleaning his weapons. sleeping. if you want to flirt with him that bad, slap his ass. the yelp he’ll let out is humorous. but the grin he gives is better. you’ve opened pandora’s box, maggot. let him show you how to make a real advance.

pyro: you want to flirt— with pyro? are you ready to see a grown ass adult become a straight up tweaker, no dope necessary? they point at themselves in shock. are you talking to them? are you— are you talking to them?? the squeal, the giggles, the heavy breathing, they are genuinely shocked and taken aback, and incredibly flattered. will hug you very tightly, before running away. they’re squealing, they’re barely making it ten steps before they have to stop and catch their breath. they’re gonna write about this in their diary later.

demo: he acts like… a stereotypical man when you start flirting with him. have him giggling and kicking his feet and shit. he is one of those men who will beam when he’s told he looks handsome when he smiles. you can be a borderline creep to demo and demo will tuck his hair behind his ear and say “aw, you don’t mean that!” but just know… however far you take it, demo will match your freak. so tread lightly. or don’t! whatever you want to do!

heavy: heavy is uninterested and will shut you down the first few attempts. however, if you don’t take the hint, and he thinks he can get away with it, he’ll use your little crush to squeeze whatever he thinks he can get from you. regardless of what it is, he’ll start subtly, maybe an occasional flirt back, a laugh, a slight bow of gratitude. but then he starts asking you to do things for him. a quick delivery. retrieval of items. leaning in to ask you quietly. he’d be incredibly appreciative if you would oblige and do this one little thing for him. he’ll owe you. then it escalates. bury this body for him? he’ll come out and watch your back, don’t worry. oh, and he forgot to mention… the body isn’t dead. you mind taking care of that too? he just likes to see how far he can push you. what he can get from you, and when he finds your line in the sand, it is duly noted and he is done with you until further notice. he did enjoy the sweet words though, undeserving as he may be of them.

engineer: he’s not as expressive as demo with it, but you can get him quite flustered if you don’t let up. not in the long con way, either, i’m talking family-bucket-20-piece-combo-no-biscuit-no-drink-two-sides-mukbang do not let up. “you’re looking good today, dell! ass looks great in those overalls, whatcha got going on later?” you can watch a man turn into a tomato in real time. he short circuits. lets out an awkward laugh, thanks you kindly, and gets the hell out of dodge before he says something stupid. but he’ll think about it all day. it’s a big mood and confidence booster for the week. and dell gets real sweet when he feels good about himself.

medic: the first time you flirt with this man he side eyes you. hard. but he cannot hide the smile creeping on his face. he’s not shocked, but he’s a little surprised you’re looking at him that way. but he stays silent. he hates direct approaches, he finds it crass from anyone of any gender. but a thinly disguised compliment will give him pause. he’ll size you up every time, pondering if you’re worth the effort and the risk. especially as you up the frequency, and he decides you’re actually serious about this. if he wants to reciprocate, he might ask you to dinner. he will also write about this in his diary later.

sniper: “oh, thanks!” and no more outward emotional reaction. but it makes him feel good. he’s quite tickled. this is a team of pretty good looking guys, nice to know he’s a catch with the rest of them. a consistent flirt with him will result in him matching your interest, wherever you want to take it. he is not one to play the long game, if you’re expressing interest, he’s certainly interested.

spy: “well, thank you.” unlike his counterpart, this spy can play nice and gracious very well. he gets no enjoyment from playing haughty at other’s expense; but he does get an ego boost from flattery. he’s just better at being humble about it. he knows he looks good. he always looks good. his plans are the same as they always are. no he has no interest in changing them today. yes, he’s french. nice place to live until the tourists ruined it. stay away from paris. no, he has no family. he’s good on lunch. he’s heard it all, and what he hasn’t heard he’s mentally simulated, and he’s got formulated responses for everything. it gets old, and it is old to him after the third attempt. you cannot flirt your way into his heart.

[lavendermunson]

sunkissed - eddie munson

summary you and eddie have been going on dates, this one is even more special than you think because he has a surprise for you and you realize he is the best person ever.

cw mermaid!reader. a little dry humping but r gets a little nervous.

w.c 1.8k

a/n i’m loving seeing your comments about this universe! it makes me so happy 🩷🐠 i saw a guy make things with old silverware on tiktok and it inspired me for something so keep reading to find what it is :o

dividers by @plutism

from the stolen kisses universe

It was the warmest morning you’ve ever felt in Hawkins. The sun sat hiding behind the trees of the trailer park, Eddie had invited you to a very special date, as he called it, and you couldn’t stop shaking from excitement. You’ve had dates with him over the week, going to the movies and hanging out around the mall. For some reason you always avoided the community pool.

“Good morning, Wayne” You see Eddie’s uncle ready to leave for work, his shifts have changed since your dad accepted them at the car shop. With Wayne as the manager, he could’ve go anytime he wanted but he loved being early.

“Morning, kiddo,” he smiles, taking the last steps out of his trailer. You get closer to him and hand him a tupperware with a sandwich and some fruit.

“We are going on a picnic, so this is for you,” you smile. His eyes light up at the sweet gesture. Knowing his nephew is in good hands, and hoping he doesn’t get to the point where he acts like a kid and he has to kick his ass.

“Thank you, have so much fun” he says, giving you a gentle hug. You wrap your arm around him and wish him luck for the rest of the day.

“Bear hugs!” Eddie shouts, running towards you and his uncle to wrap you around his arms. “I’ve been working out at the shop, let’s see how much i can squeeze you both.”

“Son, let me out of this. I’m an old man." Wayne takes a step back, squeezing his nephew’s shoulder and earning a smile from him. “Take care of each other.”

“Yes, we will,” you say.

You and Eddie wave goodbye to Wayne as he drives his truck to the shop. With a smile on his face from how happy you two look and how delicious your sandwiches are.

“I guess you’ll have to see how much I can squeeze you!" Eddie wraps his arms around your waist, lifting you up and squeezing your body. You squeal in surprise and hug him by his neck to keep you from falling.

“Eds! Please, I can’t breathe!”

He turns around with you in his arms, You can feel the dizziness traveling from your head to your stomach, and it's enough to make you laugh. Your grip on Eddie is so strong that when he stops, you don’t fall off.

“I missed you,” he says, leaving a sweet peck on your cheeks. You blush as if it were the first time he did that. You’ve learned so much from this past week of dating him.

“You saw me yesterday, and the day before,” you smile, reciprocating your feelings. Eddie blushes with you. His cheeks are all so red. It looks so nice on him.

“I know, but I couldn't stop thinking about you. Ready for our date?”

You nod. He helps you get back on your feet on the floor and takes your hand, following you to your car. It’s easier if you drive your little car instead of the big, heavy van. Eddie doesn’t mind it, and he takes good care of driving it.

—

It’s been a long time since you’ve been driving. Eddie parks on the side of what seems to be an old camp entrance. The sign is still on, but the cabins and all the campsites are missing.

“We have to walk a lot, but it will be worth it”

He helps you get out of your car, and you take the blankets and the drinks so Eddie can carry the umbrella and the basket. You hike to what seems to be the highest spot around, the grass and the flowers adorn the secret place Eddie had been waiting for you to meet. When you turn around, you can see pretty much all of Hawkins, you see lover’s lake, the trailer park, and the ferris wheel from the fair.

“How did you find this place? It’s beautiful,” you say looking around, there’s so much green surrounding you. The flowers tickle your ankles and calves as you walk to see more. The sun shines right above you giving a sun kissed tint to your cheeks.

“Dustin told me about it. This is where they tested cerebro for the first time.” Eddie smiles, fixing the umbrella on the grass so it shields you from the sun. You fix up the blanket on the floor and the basket.

“I miss him so much, i miss them all." As you start to fix up the little picnic, You can feel your heart pounding in your chest.

“Me too, i can’t wait to have them back”

It’s great being with Eddie. He’s one of the best things that’s ever happened to you. He has been nothing but calm, honest, sweet, loving, and caring. But you also miss the kids, some of them away in California, some of them at camp.

“All ready, let’s enjoy,” Eddie says, snapping you out of your thoughts.

You do enjoy the picnic, eating all the food you made for Eddie, and getting to talk with him about nothing and everything at the same time. The sun, the sweet breeze of summer, and the warm voice of the boy you like so much. It’s everything you need to distract you from missing so many things, the kids, your girls, your hometown, and the sea.

It’s been so long since you've swam properly. The pool is quite small, lover’s lake looks so scary, and there’s no way you can’t feel cramped in your bathtub. You’ve been craving the sea less, knowing it has been so long since you’ve been fully yourself.

“What’s going on in that head of yours, sweetheart?” Eddie asks, rubbing your thigh and playing with the hem of your sundress. He couldn’t stop looking at the way it hugged your body so perfectly.

“Oh, nothing. The weather makes me miss home,” you say, looking at him. He squeezes your thigh, earning a smile from you. “But i love being here with you.”

You get closer to him, your thigh pressing against his. He closes the gap between your faces, brushing his fingers against your cheek to keep you close enough to press his lips against yours. Kissing you until you have no air, no option but to push back with a silent whimper.

You kiss his cheek and then travel down to his neck, his hands now rest on your waist to help you get on top of him.

“I love being here with you too, I know nothing can make you feel back home, but I hope this helps.”

You sit between his legs, and he reaches for the back pocket of his shorts. Then he takes out a necklace, it’s a silver chain with a matching shell charm. It takes all in you to not scream in his face, instead reach for the charm to look at it closely.

“Baby,” he whispers. “I know you have tons of jewelry, but this one is different, see?” Eddie puts his arms around you to help you put on the necklace.

“Different?” you ask, feeling his warm fingers on your back.

“A friend at the shop makes these out of old silverware. I thought something made in Hawkins with the touch of your hometown would make you build a bigger bridge between the two places.” His voice sounds so sweet, even more when you look at his shiny eyes. “A couple of years back a neighbor left his trailer and a box of silverware behind. Since that day Wayne and I have been using it for special occasions”

You feel the charm on your chest and graze it with your fingers. You look at Eddie with glassy eyes, his words make so much sense.

“I love it, baby.” You peck his lips, and he smiles back at you. “You are right, I'm holding on to this in case I need to be reminded of the two places that bring me so much joy. Thank you”

He nods, rubbing your cheek with his knuckles as he sees a tear rolling down your face.

“Sweetheart” he says, kissing the point of your nose, earning a giggle from you. “You don’t have to thank me. I’d do anything for you.”

“You are the best boyfriend ever.” Your hands press against his cheeks, kissing every inch of his face and making sure your red lipstick leaves marks on his skin. He smiles, so fondly of you and your touch.

“Boyfriend?” he grins. “Do you want me to be your boyfriend?”

“Yes! absolutely. Do you want me to be your girlfriend?” you ask, batting your eyelashes.

“Absolutely, i want you to be my girlfriend." He kisses you again, this time with more than a peck.

One of his hands touched the back of your neck while the other pressed against your thigh. He gets closer to you as you squeeze his face and lean your head to give him more access. His tongue makes its way into your mouth, playing with you. You moan softly, your teeth clashing and the remnants of your lipstick mixing on his lips. He gasps at the sudden way you sit on top of him, feeling the rough material of his shorts against your clothed core.

His hand rubs the skin of your thigh and goes up under your dress, resting on your hip and giving it a squeeze. He doesn’t go past that, he doesn’t want to rush you, but you take your sweet time to sway your hips against the bulge formed on his pants. The friction feels so good it makes your body shake, but something is setting you back.

“I’m sorry” you whisper, taking a break from the kiss and trying to ease your breathing.

“Is there something wrong?” Eddie asks.

“No, no. I got nervous, that’s all” you reply, avoiding looking him in the eyes. A wave of embarrassment rushes over you.

“It’s alright, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want, baby” His hand still rests under your dress, feeling the warmth of it on your skin.

“I’m sorry” you whisper again.

“Hey, look at me,” you finally lock your eyes with his. Biting your lip. “You don’t have to apologize for anything, ever. You are my girl, i will protect you and the only thing i want is for you to feel comfortable.”

“Thank you for taking so much care of me.” you answer, sweetly kissing his cheek.

“Always” he says, shaking his head, curls bobbing, and brushing against his sweaty forehead. “Are you alright?”

You nod. “Just got lost in my head, don’t worry”

“I do worry, but it’s okay. It happens.” he kisses your forehead, letting you breathe and feel relieved. No one has ever treated you this sweetly.

“Thank you, boyfriend,” you laugh, another peck on his lips for good measure.

“I’m here for you, girlfriend.”

“I’m here for you too.”

His arms come to hug you, your waist pressing against his torso as he falls on your back with you on top. You giggle as he shakes his head to get his hair away from his face, even with the bun he got, his hair goes all over the place. Your fingers brush against his skin, trying to get his curls out of his face, tickling him in the process.

He giggles back, noticing your smile and your cheeks glowing.

“I wish we could stay here forever” you say, your words tickling against his lips.

“Me too, but I have to go back for practice. Are you joining us?”

“Always, i’m your biggest fan ever.”

“And I'm yours, sweetheart.”

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CEO x Homeless

⚠️Contains Drug Use ⚠️

Lucifer grumbled as he parked his range rover on the other side of the street from the soup kitchen. Charlie said that he should give back to the community and get in touch with his roots. He wasn't going to do it, he had a company to run for fuck sakes he doesn't have time to serve soup to bums.

But Charlie, his sweet Charlie, reminded him that he wasn't always a billionaire and that if nothing else he could make this good for the PR.

So here he was, getting ready to serve soup. Lord have mercy on his soul.

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Adam breathed as he let his high kick in. Sure he had to suck Steve's dick to get a bump but when you have no money that's practically giving it away.

He should probably go and get something to eat and try to get into the shelter tonight. Even if they are always full up it never hurts to try.

Getting up from his spot in the cardboard box that he has under the bridge Adam makes his way to the soup kitchen.

He sees a lot of familiar faces, both the volunteers and the scum that come here. Not everyone is so bad but there are a few people Adam tries to stay away from. Waiting in line that's when he noticed this new guy, short, blonde, he looks well put together even in that ugly ass apron they give you.

This guy was very good looking but Adam had to stop himself from scoffing. He could tell that his clothes were expensive and the guy was wearing a Rolex watch. So he was some pompous rich asshole.

Great.

Adam didn't speak to him as he was given his food. Lucifer looked at him and aside from the ratty tattered clothes, looking like he needs a shower and maybe even a smile he found the brunette very attractive.

Lucifer watched this guy go sit off alone, no one joining him.

Lucifer looked over to the brunette man with interest. Even with the ratty clothes, long hair that needed to be washed and cut, and the five o’clock shadow he looked very attractive. He didn’t know why, but he walked over to him.

Lucifer: My name is Lucifer Morgenstern, what’s your name?

Adam looked up in shock to see the handsome rich man. No one really took an interest in him.

Adam: Adam, my name is Adam.

Lucifer: Is there anyone you want to sit with?

Adam: No.

Lucifer: Aren’t you lonely?

Adam just looked down, why did he take so much of an interest in him.

Adam: Yes, but no one really cares about me. If I died no one would care. I would just be some nameless John Doe whose body is donated to science because no one would claim me.

Lucifer didn’t know why, but hearing that broke his heart.

Lucifer: Let me help you.

Adam looked up confused.

Adam: How?

Lucifer: Let me take you to my home so you can get cleaned up and have a hair cut. Maybe I can even help you find a job.

Adam: Ok.

At this point Adam was willing to do anything to get off the street. Lucifer escorted Adam to his Range Rover and they got in. Adam was impressed with the fancy manor Lucifer. Once in Lucifer’s room, Lucifer sat on the edge of his bed. He was quite shocked when Adam knelt in front of him and spread Lucifer’s legs apart while starting to pull down Lucifer’s pants.

Lucifer: What are you doing?

Adam: I am going to suck your dick to thank you. Unless you want to fuck me.

The defeated way Adam sounded was very sad.

Lucifer: You don’t need to do that. Go and take a bath, when you are done I am going to give you a haircut.

Adam just nodded and went to the bathroom so confused about everything.

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THIS JUST IN: CALLUM TURNER SOON TO BE DAD

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yourinstagram strollin’ London w my London boy

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fan12 am i gonna have to be the one to say it … she’s pregnant

fan23 i agree she’s only been seen in callum’s clothes of oversized jackets it’s diff from her usual style

user13 deuxmoi said on her podcast that a trusted source confirmed she’s pregnant. I believe it you can see a hint of the belly here.

user23 1) we’re in 2024 how about we stop speculating women are pregnant every time their bodies change and 2) if they are pregnant Callum will share when he’s ready respect their privacy

fan49 PLEASE Callum she ain’t going anywhere why you gripping so tight 😭😭

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tmz BREAKING NEWS: After months of speculation TMZ is finally able to confirm, Callum Turner and his girlfriend are expecting. Turner’s leading lady was photographer exiting his Los Angeles home. More pics and video in link in bio.

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user23 the violation of privacy is INSANE! Callum and Y/N I’m so sorry.

fan41 DM SAID IT!!! Congrats to the lovely couple!

user02 They were probably trying to enjoy it between the two of them but TMZ sat outside their home to snap photos. Callum’s already so private now he’s going to give us NOTHING i hope ya’ll nosy people happy

user78 callum been daddy iktr 🙌🏼

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yourinstagram When we found out I was pregnant we were so overjoyed we felt like our hearts could burst. It was something we were keeping sacred between our friends and family now that has been taken from us.

Mumma and Daddy can’t wait to meet you, baby. We promise to always protect and put you first. Thank you everyone for all the love and we ask that you respect our privacy during this time. - Cal & Y/N

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rafflaw His hand is always on the belly! Congrats man!

keoghan92 Let me and Brando know when you’re free for a playdate ♥️ children are the most precious things, much love

austinbutler Congratulations, love you guys.

lillyjames The media is horrid. So much love to your little family <3

camillerow Can’t wait to spoil them rotten

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dailymail Despite how news of his impending fatherhood broke, Callum Turner was all smiles on the Masters of the Air set as he received hugs and congratulations from the cast and crew.

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user13 He is overjoyed he is going to be the best Dad

fan12 it feels so good to see him so happy 😭

user93 do ya’ll think Barry and him crack Dad jokes on the set? LMAO

fan21 Sending him and his family all the love as they celebrate these fantastic news ❤️❤️

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callumupdates Y/N spotted looking a bit sick at the market yesterday. Hope she is doing okay 🥺

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user21 she looks insanely gorgeous wdym sick

callumupdates she’s always gorgeous but you can’t deny she looks tired and pale i’m worried the attention could be getting to her i hope callum is taking good care of her and their baby.

fan12 She’s pregnant, leave her alone.

fan13 Some women get overly tired/sick while pregnant. It’s a big change for the body. We should do what they asked and respect their privacy during this time. Why would a pap be following her around in her state?

user09 i’m really worried guys

yourinstagram Guys, I promise I’m fine and Callum is the best support system I could have ever possibly asked for 💘 Some women thrive during pregnancy but it’s kicking my ass and having someone follow me around snapping pics when I don’t feel my best doesn’t help, however I’m still so so happy to be carrying our precious gift. Thank you all for the love and support.

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callumfan HOW MANY TIMES DO WE HAVE TO SAY IT? Callum and Y/N already asked for privacy and Y/N has already stated she doesn’t feel her best/isn’t comfortable having people take pictures of her right now! Why is that so hard to respect?

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user19 this picture is heartbreaking. he’s glaring at the camera and it looks like she’s sinking into him trying to hide.

user11 she looks so tired and sad it sucks

fan13 don’t want no one complaining about callum being private because this right here is why he doesn’t share with us

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callumupdates Callum was not happy when he stopped for fans and they approached Y/N after he explicitly told them not to. She was in one of his sweaters and beanies and looked like she was trying to hide, according to a fan there. Callum stepped in and told the fans to step away from Y/N before the couple walked away.

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user23 Y/N is acting like she’s the first person to get pregnant she’s dramatic

fan13 she has stated she is happy to be carrying their child but the pregnancy is taking a toll on her body and mind which is why she’s always hiding/ looks tired. Not everyone has amazing pregnancies

keoghan92 It’s already annoying as is when you’re feeling like shit and people shove cameras in your face. Can’t imagine having to deal with it while also being pregnant. Cheers Y/N, may everyone start giving you the respect you deserve

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callumupdates New photo of Callum consoling Y/N last night after the restaurant they were at was swarmed - March 28

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fan23 he’s gonna pop off on someone and at this point he has every right

user12 I love them so much it hurts to see her he so sad!

fan19 alright who do I have to fight?

user10 there’s nothing Callum wouldn’t do for her 🥹

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yourinstagram Little munchkin is wearing momma out 🫶🏻 Thank you to everyone for the concern, as I stated before it’s been a huge change for my body to adjust but I have never been happier. Callum, I love you and our baby to the moon and back forever. ♾️

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kaiagerber you’re unreal

lillyjames I know Mr. Turner is taking great care of you 😌

yourinstagram He’s the best and possibly more nervous/excited than me haha

yourfriendsinstagram LOVE YOU PEOPLE ♥️

anthonyboyle if I buy the pregnancy stimulator can we put it on these assholes saying shit online? You’re great Y/N!

yourinstagram LOL STOP IT!

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rafflaw Catch us outside if you wanna talk about @yourinstagram 👊🏻👊🏻👊🏻

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yourinstagram YOU GUYS ARE CRAZY 😂🫶🏻

keoghan92 where am I at? I’m leading the cause

anthonyboyle photoshop us in right now

tomhanks I want a piece of this too.

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callumupdates Y/N and Callum on their babymoon in Cabo. Friends and family in attendance are: their mothers, Barry Keoghan, Sabrina Carpenter, Austin Butler and his girlfriend, Lilly James, Sophie Turner, Daisy Lowe, and Nick Grimshaw.

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fan19 they are so loved 🥰 as they should be tbh

user23 I’m so happy they have a strong support system

fan24 it feels so good to see Y/N smile again

yourinstagram honestly it’s been a wild ride but Callum’s been my biggest blessing through it all 🫶🏻♾️

Hope you all enjoy, this was a request <3 If anyone’s interested in part 2 let me know because I have loads of baby pics I can use lmao & as always feel free to pop in and talk to me about Callum, Austin, Elvis, or Harry if your heart desires 💘

[myveryownfanfiction]

Rickmas day 22: shivering certainty

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

Tags: @illiana-mystery, @iobsessoverfictionalmen, @deepperplexity, @smilingformoney

warnings: swearing, mention of death, hans fakes his death

A chill went down my spine as I stood next to the get away car. The boys would be piling into the ambulance by now but all time had stopped as I watched someone fall from the top of the building. My eyes were trained on the body, watching as it landed. Shaking, I climbed into the car and started it up. I dialed the phone as I drove, being careful to stay away from police cars and blockades.

“pick up. Pick up dammit.” I muttered as the phone continued to ring. Hanging up in frustration I tried again. “Hans you fucking ass. Pick up the damn phone. Prove to me it isn’t you. Prove it isn’t you who took a dive.” The ringing continued in my ear as I refused to hang up a second time. “Son of a bitch!” I screamed as I pulled over in front of a hotel. It wasn’t the rendezvous point but I needed a second. I slammed the phone down as tears fell down my cheeks. The radio kicked in as I laid my head on the wheel.

“The hostage situation at nakatomi plaza has finally ended. Police confirmed that the man who fell from the 30th floor was in fact the leader of the situation, Hans Gruber. It is reported that he died from injuries sustained in the fall. Also found dead were a large number of terrorists as well as one of the hostages. Another hostage has reportedly gone into premature labor due to stress she experienced throughout the night. One member of the terrorist group was taken into custody in the parking garage.” The reporter said as I lifted my head.

“Theo.” I whispered, fresh tears streaming down my face. Wiping them away with the back of my hand, I threw the car back into drive and took off down the highway. I passed by nakatomi plaza and saw them loading stretchers covered with sheets into the back of an ambulance. I bit my lip to stop from crying again as I continued to the rendezvous point. There wasn’t any point in going there now but if Theo was in custody, I had to grab the go bags. If there were police there I could keep driving until I reached the final point. I sighed as I noticed a large police presence at the motel we’d picked. Theo hadn’t wasted any time talking. Picking up the phone, I dialed the only other number I had memorized.

“Hans?” My breath hitched as Simon answered the phone.

“sorry Simon.” I said, trying to keep my voice even. “Hans…uh Hans didn’t…”

“shit.” Simon cursed. “Get to the airfield. We’re taking off as soon as you get here.”

“copy.” I said before hanging up. I floored it and made it to the hanger in record time. Slamming on the breaks, the tires squealed as I stopped next to the plane. I got out and grabbed what I could from the car. “Simon! A little help!” I yelled. Simon appeared in the doorway and ran down to grab the rest of the bags.

“but them in the cabin. They’ll never check there should we get stopped.” I nodded as I climbed into the plane. I tossed the bags into the passenger seat before turning around and freezing.

“hello darling.” Hans said, smiling before taking a drink. I blinked at him. “Miss me?”

“Hans? You…but you…fell…” I stammered. “Thirty stories…” Hans came over and hugged me.

“I know sweetheart. I know.” He pressed a kiss to my head. Simon climbed in as Hans led me to a seat.

“you didn’t tell them?” Simon grumbled as he readied the plane for take off. Hans shrugged with a smirk. “Dumbass.”

“And ruin the surprise?” He teased. “Just get us out of here safely baby brother. We have some catching up to do.” Hans said as he led me to the bed in the back of the plane, kissing my head softly as I tried to wrap my head around everything.

“but you died.” I stuttered, looking at Hans. He kissed me softly before gently pushing me on the bed.

“I know darling. It was a decoy.” He soothed, caging me in with another kiss. “Let me prove it to you.” I nodded as I laid back, letting hans climb on top of me as he proved he survived.