#I think butcher wants to be his little husband so bad

[gothra]

before I go to bed, here’s something I think is fundamentally true about Hughie and butcher’s relationship: they have Things about food. Butcher’s thing is the binge eating and the hoarding that often comes with food scarcity. He also eats junk bc he has doesn’t have much money and he is often working long hours and on the run, so it’s quick and accessible and easy. I mean, the alcohol isn’t helping, but I know his diet has his digestive system is in shambles. Also, he’s old.

I think Hughie is on the opposite end of that spectrum. He seems like someone who has stomach issues, so I think that, if he can’t access healthy food, he won’t eat much at all, otherwise he’s gassy, nauseous and bloated and irritable and tired.

I think that, together, in their domestic life, they make an interesting pair when it comes to the kitchen. Butcher, somehow, is a better cook, but Hughie is healthier, so of course they always cook together. Hughie is his little prep chef, chopping ingredients and reading the recipe, and Butcher is cooking in his underwear and an apron that says “Kiss the Cook”. Hughie spends half of their mealtime staring at Butcher as he cuts and scoops and devours his food like it owes him money. On nights when Butcher scarfs down greasy junk food and comes home smelling like burgers (after Hughie denies him any kisses of any kind until he washes his face and beard, rolling his eyes as he stands in the doorway, chiding Butcher for eating foods that give him acid reflux without taking antacid and scoffing when Butcher says he feels fine) he’ll quietly sit up in bed, rubbing his chest, grumbling when Hughie smugly looks over his shoulder, and says, “It’s the heartburn, isn’t it?” But of course he gets him some medication and some water and rubs his old man’s chest until it passes.

Hughie keeps the cabinet stocked with two separate bags of veggie chips because he knows Butcher will devour his if he gives him the chance.

[readwritealldayallnight]

“-other than that, wasn’t so bad.” Simon says, readjusting the material of the balaclava across the bridge of his nose with his free hand. His other hand is busy, keeping yours warm as you lead him down sidewalk after sidewalk.

The two of you have just finished having Sunday morning brunch at a local cafe, something you insisted was becoming ‘tradition’ after the second time it happened. And according to you, after finishing eating, (Simon never wanting to hear a word about you paying for a thing) the next part of this lazy morning routine calls for strolling about at a pace that he would normally find pointless, if not downright frustrating. But for you, he slows down.

“Butcher’s an interesting first job.” You reply, nodding along in thought. You picture a younger Simon, fresh out of school, probably fresh faced as well. He was likely as tall, though not yet as muscular as the military would make him. A meat clever in hand, bloody apron around his waist, he was likely still inadvertently intimidating people back then the way he does now. “I was mostly just taking babysitting jobs until I graduated. Liked it well enough.”

“I actually had to babysit a neighbour one time, when I was younger. Actual baby at tha’ too.” He tells you with a chuckle, slightly shaking his head at the memory.

“What?” You laugh as well, the image in your mind now swapping out the meat clever in a teenaged Simon’s grip for a drooling infant. “How did that work out?”

“Neighbour comes bangin’ on our door, she’s carryin’ the thing, it’s screamin’ its bloody little head off,” You roll your eyes at the way Simon refers to the child, swatting his arm playfully but listening on. “She tells me her husband thinks he’s havin’ a fuckin’ heart attack. None o’ the other neighbours are home or answerin’ the door. ‘Fore I know it, she’s passin’ me the kid, askin’ if mum can watch her while she drives him to the hospital. Next thing I know she’s gone and I’m left with the thing.”

“Oh my gosh! Well where was your mum?” You ask, in disbelief that you’ve never heard this story from him before, half wondering if he’s pulling your leg.

“She wasn’t home, I can tell you that! Only me and the new lil’ orphan were.” He utters, strengthening his grip on your hand as you start to hunch over with laughter.

“Okay so wait, you were home alone? Oh no! How long did you have to ‘babysit’ for?” You giggle.

“Well technically Tommy was there but he would’ve only been a hindrance, told him to stay in his room.” Simon adds, pulling his hand out of yours, only to wrap it around your shoulder, now that you’ve come to a standstill at a crosswalk, waiting for the light to change. “Fuckin’ nearly 4 hours went by before mum came home and took over. Longest hours o’ my life. I think that might’ve been the day I enlisted actually.”

You elbow his side as you continue to laugh, seeing that he’s teasing you at the end now. You open your mouth to tease him right back, but your eye catches sight of the shop you’ve been standing in front of, jaw dropping wider.

“Simon!” You’re pulling him with a strength he would otherwise be impressed by if he wasn’t so suddenly caught off guard, senses kicking into high alert now as his head swivels in search of the cause of your distress. “How have we never seen this before??”

Oh.

He should’ve known better.

He actually had been avoiding taking you down this street for a little while now, but had been too caught up in his story telling to notice the direction you’d taken in him. His subtle effort of wrapping his arm around you to tilt you away from the storefront obviously hadn’t worked out. He opens his mouth to answer, but can only sigh when you’re already making your way towards the entrance of the pet store.

“We’re only lookin’, right?” He asks loud enough for you to hear as he follows you in.

Wrong.

[cranberry-writes]

Dating Headcannons for The Boys characters!

Please send requests, i need motivation

Characters listed; Hughie, Butcher, M.M, Frenchie, Kimiko

Warnings; Mentioned drinking and cannon typical violence/language. Also i’m barely on season 2 please bear with me

Hughie;

- He’s so so sweet about your relationship

- He gets you flowers for no reason other than he saw them and thought you’d like them

- He has thousands of reminders so he won’t forget anything, from a drink you liked to your anniversary he will have it written down.

- Later on in the series he gets protective and cautious about the relationship, scared someone (homelander) will mess it up by hurting you

- He’ll probably push you away a bit to try and protect you but after you knock some sense into him he’ll be back to normal

- Loves park/library dates, going on a picnic during the summer and to the library when it’s to cold out.

- He will do so much for you (flowers, gifts, dates etc) and insist it’s nothing but will cry (happy tears) if you do the same

- Don’t get me wrong tho, he’s still a bad ass (sometimes). He just dosnt want you to think differently of him because of it, he’s hurt people, killed people, and he honestly isn’t too keen on focusing on it. Even if you two are in the same line of work.

- And if you two don’t work together he tries to keep his ‘work’ life and dating life separate, very separate.

“You’ve never told me what you do for work, maybe i could stop by and meet your co-workers.”

“Uh, actually, i don’t think that’ll work.”

“Why not? is everything ok there or something?”

“I-, uhm, work alone, so i don’t even have coworkers for you to meet really, it’s really boring infact you’d probably fall asleep just from me talking about it hahaha.”

- You find out like two days later

Butcher;

- Little shit

- I mean that affectionately

- His pet names will range anywhere from “Darlin’” to “Fucker” and i WILL stand by it

- He’ll probably introduce you to his work before he does his dog

- But his dog is the big ticket, you meeting Terror is essentially his way of proposing before proposing

- He’s protective but not in the “i’ll watch your every move” more in the “im teaching you how to use every weapon to ever exist” way

- Honestly work would probably come before you for a while before he sucks it up and actually makes an effort

- Dates will be at the most shity bar imaginable, unless he’s apologizing for something then he’ll take you to the nicest place he can and put on a suit. (it’s the Cheese Cake factory and he’s wearing a Hawaiian shirt under his jacket but he’s trying)

- Unlike Hughie he will introduce you to his work at some point, granted it would still be a while before he did but he would at some point.

- He’s sweet in his own way

“Darlin’, look what i got ya.” And it’s a Garfield shirt a size to big but you still wear it anyways

MM;

- Definition of husband material

- remembers anything and everything after being told one time

- makes you baths with rose petals and candles and all that stuff if you mention you’ve been tired lately

- Takes you out to the movies and a nice restaurant at least twice a month

- Good gods he’s sweet to you

- He knows how to cook/bake and will make stuff for you all the time

- My guy will make a meal from your culture and practice making it almost daily just to give you a taste of home.

- He really loves back massages and cuddling after a long day

- Put on some crappy reality show for background noise and nap together

- He wants you as far away as humanly possible from his work, will literally say shit like “everyone at work has the plague you can’t visit” as a joke to try and change the subject

- Chances are you won’t find out

- His favorite flowers are tulips and nothing will change my mind about it

“Baby what are these?”

“Tulips, I bought them from a street market on 11th today. They’re your favorite, right?”

“Gods, sweetheart you’re perfect.”

Frenchie;

- When you two meet you both think it’s just going to be a one night stand

-…then it’s two nights, then three, then a week, then you start spending more time at his place than your own. One day you guys just realize you’re moved in and dating

“Are we dating?”

“…Was there anything else we could be mon cœur?”

- honestly i don’t think you two would get together if you weren’t working together, or at least you were also into some shady shit

- But overall you guys have a strong relationship, one gets hurt the other kills someone, someone is hungry the other is already cooking, stuff like that

- He also cooks but it’s only french food, it’s like a super power. He can cook any french food effortlessly but literally anything else he messes up

- If you are french he’ll be super happy someone else will appreciate the same stuff in a similar way

- If not then he’ll be happy to share stuff with you, teach you some french words and tell you about stuff he grew up with

- Honestly he’s just happy someone (other than Kimiko) will listen and take an interest

Kimiko

-I have a confession to make, Kimiko is my favorite and i have a very blatant bias towards her

- Kill anyone you want bby i don’t care ill always like you

- Anyways, It probably takes you a while to get close enough to her that she’ll consider dating you

- Once y’all get to that point i don’t think you could break it tho

- I think she would like constant minimal physical contact, like hand holding or leaning on each other

- I think she’d be pretty protective over you, like someone looks at you wrong and she wants to maul them

- Learn sign language with/for her she will love it

- Draw with her, get her supplies, like those alcohol markers i’m sure she’ll love them

- Honestly i don’t think she’d be big on pet names, she wouldn’t object to it but i don’t think she’d give you one first

- Cook for her, i just think it would be sweet and she deserves it

“I got you some of those markers you’ve been looking at for a while.”

Thank you, this is nice

- Please she’s perfect i love her

[little-wicked10]

You’re Worse than Me 🥃(Billy Butcher Smut)

Summary: The Boys get dragged out by their girls to go dancing. Ain’t nothing like wrangling a bunch of drunk women to keep them from fighting or fucking in the middle of a club.

Warnings: Smut 18+ (duh), cursing, drinking, fighting, breeding kink, subspace, daddy kink, possessive behavior, Butcher being Butcher, Annie, Kimiko, and oc being drunk party girls lol

Notes: This is basically inspired by a scene in Yellowstone where a woman at a bar tries to hit on Rip and she goes up to Beth to be like “I’m taking your husband home” and Beth beats her ass. Alcohol makes people do dumb shit so that’s also the thought behind this smut.

“Bold Italics” - characters are speaking in Kimiko’s sign language

//

“We’re going out dancing, and you’re coming with us. All of you,” Annie said defiantly.

“Oi! Don’t be bargin’ in ‘ere makin’ demands without so much as a ‘ello,” Butcher shot back as he stared at the three women looking over the rest of them, “What do you birds wanna go dancin’ for?”

“And why do you want us to go?” Hughie added.

“We all need to let off some steam. It’ll be fun and we’re going. You can come with us or we can get hit on by drunk assholes. Your choice,” she stared down her surly boyfriend.

The three women knew that it wouldn’t take Frenchie and Hughie much convincing, MM would come to get his party on, but Butcher was fucking stubborn. He hated clubs. The only thing he hated more was some drunk cunt trying to touch her. His girl.

The room was eerily tense as the two had a silent battle of wills, wondering who would cave first under the other’s glare. Butcher thought he’d win until he saw that terrifying look in her eyes. Last time he saw that look, he slept on the couch for four days with his tail tucked between his legs.

Butcher groaned, throwing his head back as he spun his chair, “Fine!”

He rolled his eyes as he heard her and the other women in the room nearly squeal with delight. Butcher sat up in his chair as she pranced over and sat her pretty self on his lap, kissing his cheek then the corner of his mouth before pressing her lips to his ear, “Thank you, daddy.”

His chuckle was dark. She was such a fucking troublemaker.

//

They were like a bunch of giddy teenage girls as they all crowded in the bathroom doing their hair and makeup. Butcher and MM had taken the liberty of raiding Hughie’s liquor cabinet to pour themselves a whiskey. Hughie noticed while the ladies were on cloud nine to finally be going out, the men seemed more apprehensive.

“Am I uh missing something? Why don’t you wanna go out with them?” Hughie asks as he leans against the kitchen island.

“You kidding? You not know what happens when women go out together?” MM asked.

“If you think we’re bad, kid, wait till those birds get a lil nip of tequila on their tongues,” Butcher finished his glass to punctuate his sentence.

Hughie scoffed a little, “Okay. I’ve been out with Annie like a hundred times. She doesn’t go crazy.”

“That’s when it’s just you and her. It’s when you get a group of ’em together,” MM explained, “They just start feedin’ off each other’s energy.”

“Oh sure, it’s all right as rain and fuckin’ roses until they start drinkin’. Then someone’s favorite song comes on which leads to dancin’ and more drinkin’,” Butcher almost rolled his eyes at the thought.

Frenchie piped in from his seat on the couch, “Wrangling drunk women is like wrangling cats.”

Hughie was skeptical of everything they had said. They were grown women, and Butcher and MM were acting like they were feral animals.

Glancing down the hall, all four of them watched as the three ladies made their appearance. Hughie found himself drooling when he finally saw Annie. He couldn’t take his eyes away from the black dress that hugged her body or how she shined with so much sexual confidence. Not sexy confidence. There was a difference.

“But that right there, my son, is why we men do what we do,” Butcher mumbled to Hughie as he shook the young man’s shoulder, “Because who’s gonna help the lil’ lady out of that tight dress with the tricky zipper later? Ay?”

Butcher’s face did little to mask his dirty thoughts as she stood before him wearing a tight dark red little dress, “Fuckin’ beautiful, pet.”

Her smile was sweet as she wrapped her arms around his neck and placed a loving kiss on his lips, squealing when he roughly grabbed her ass, “Be good, you nasty dog.”

Butcher growled playfully before kissing her again, “Yer one to talk.”

Frenchie saw how unsure Kimiko felt in the light blue dress. While the silent supe tended to wear mainly black, the girls convinced her to try a softer color. Maybe something to match her nails.

“Do you like it? They helped me pick it out,” she gestured towards her dress, “Look! It matches my nails!”

“I love it, mon coeur. You look so gorgeous. So beautiful,” Frenchie sounded a little out of breath as he watched her excitedly showed off her matching dress and nails.

Kimiko smiled brightly as she suddenly took Frenchie’s hand and quickly led the group out the door.

//

Thanks to Frenchie’s connection, they managed to get a private booth for their large party. A mischievous glint passed the girls’ faces when they all saw the stripper pole in the middle of the private area. They were on tequila shot number three when the first signs of the party girls started coming out to play. “Hughie! Take this shot,” Annie giggled excitedly.

Hughie’s eyes glanced around for the glass until he realize Annie was holding the shot between her pushed up tits. Instantly, he turned red and started to sputter a bit, “A-are you sure? Like…um.”

“Don’t be a twat! Get in there, my boy!” Butcher boomed.

“Do it, Petit Hughie!” Frenchie encouraged.

“How do I um…,” Hughie asks flustered.

“Are you seriously asking me how to take this shot?” Annie asked.

“Watch out. Let Daddy show you how it’s done. Grab that shot there, love,” Butcher gestured to the tequila shot sitting out on the table.

She was quick to pick up the glass and nestle it between her cleavage after sitting down on the man’s lap. Butcher instantly buried his face between her tits before resurfacing with his mouth wrapped around the glass, throwing his head back and draining the liquor down his open throat.

“See it’s easy. You got this, baby,” Annie encouraged.

Hughie just shrugged, giving in to peer pressure and taking the shot. They all laughed as Hughie coughed and nearly choked at the feeling of tequila sliding down his throat like a dick.

Butcher greedily groped her bare thigh that sat across his lap when he felt her hips begin to move as her body swayed to the club’s music.

“You gonna dance with me tonight, old man?” her voice was sweet and syrupy.

Butcher chuckled darkly at her attempts to rile him up, “I know this lil’ game, love. You act like you ain’t got the brains you’s was born wit’ til I gotta come round and fuck the sense back in to ya.”

She laughed playfully, “You’re allowed to be a big ass chaos monster on missions. It’s my turn to be a little crazy.”

//

Tequila shot number five was when her and Kimiko took advantage of the stripper pole. Annie and Frenchie threw crumpled dollar bills at them and cheered them on. Butcher and MM simply watched in amusement. The two older men had been around this block before. They’d been young once, and there was nothing better or worse than a sloppy drunk party girl.

“I don’t know how you do it, asshole. But that girl…she’s gonna kill you. Like, actually,” MM admitted to Butcher, “She matches your freak.”

“Better her than the alternative. Rather die chasing that lovely ass than pissin’ in a fuckin’ bedpan waitin’ for the reaper to come and swing me around by me cock,” Butcher scoffed with a little smile.

The two men jerked their heads towards the sound of Frenchie and Annie freaking out. Kimiko had thrown her arms around her friend’s shoulders and planted a kiss to her lips. Her initial reaction was surprise, but the tequila making her brain fuzzy made her kiss back. Goddamnit.

Butcher’s piercing whistle surprised them, “Oi! Behave ya selves!” She pulled away from her friend and rolled her eyes before going back to dancing.

As grown ass women working with a bunch of dick swinging men, it was nice to drink and not give two fucks about anything else. They’d been talking for ages about going out, but there was always too much to do. After passing around a joint at the office one night, the girls conjured up their plan to go let loose and torture their boyfriends.

“He’s such a buzz kill sometimes,” she giggled as she signed to Kimiko, “Good thing he fucks like a beast!”

“More shots! Also you’re a good kisser,” Kimiko giggled.

“What is she saying?” Annie asked.

“She said I’m a good kisser,” she giggled, “And we need more shots!”

Her, Annie, and Kimiko cheered and rushed off to the bar for more drinks before any of the guys could protest. Frenchie moved over to sit closer to Hughie and Butcher who were watching their girlfriends at the bar. They talked and laughed as they waited on their drinks. Hughie noticed how his girlfriend and Butcher’s girlfriend were being flirty with one another, the gap between them getting smaller and smaller.

“Should I be worried?” Hughie suddenly asked.

Butcher barked out a laugh that shook his shoulders, “Not enjoying the show, Hughie? Don’t get a lil’ tickle in ya pickle seein’ your bird tongued down my mine?”

“They are just having fun, Mon Petit Hughie,” Frenchie added, “Women express themselves more through sexuality.

“So we’re just supposed to watch our girlfriends all make out together and not do anything about it?” Hughie asked.

Frenchie, Butcher, and MM laughed hysterically as the young man realized how weird women were when they drank. Out of the corner of his eye, Hughie saw Annie get closer to the other woman’s face. He felt himself choke on his own spit when the blond pressed her lips to the other woman’s. The other men glanced over at what had Hughie so flustered and gave an amused chuckle.

“Fuck that’s a pretty sight, ain’t it?” Butcher smirked as he lit a cigarette.

When the other woman ran her fingers through Annie’s hair, Hughie went to stand up to break up whatever was happening with his girlfriend and her friend. He was stopped by Butcher and Frenchie clapping a hand on his shoulders and forcing him to sit back down, “Just let it play out, son.”

As the experienced, older men expected, the two girls parted with a giggle before taking the shots that been set on the bar. Those girls put on quite a show, driven by alcohol, curiosity, and the need to tease.

“Tequila, my boy. Tequila is a man’s greatest ally and enemy,” Butcher took a drag.

//

He couldn’t remember what number shot she was on, but the way she danced told him it was probably close to, if not over, ten. Her eyes were glazed over and staring into his as she danced with Kimiko under the colorful strobe lights. The way she guided Kimiko’s hips to move with hers to the rhythm of pounding music made him think about how that lovely little minx would be riding him when this was all said and done. Just let her take out the rest of that clear liquor coursing through her body on his.

His sinful thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a wobbly presence sitting down and leaning against him. The smell of vodka and shitty perfume filled his nose when a drunk girl sat next to him.

“Hey. Got a light?” she held out an unlit cigarette.

Butcher reached into his pocket to pull out his lighter. He flipped it open and flicked the flame to life, lighting the girls cigarette before shutting it. He never broke eye contact with his dancing vixen out on the dance floor, but her expression had changed from one of wanting to devour him to an annoyed grimace at the other sloppy party girl treading into her territory.

“What’s a handsome guy like you doing by yourself?” the girl exhaled before turning her body to fully face his, tits almost brushing against his arm.

“Night out with my girl,” Butcher jerked his head towards the dance floor.

“I don’t see her,” he felt her eyes still staring at his profile, her hand coming to rest on his thigh, “Besides, with an accent like, I can be your girl. I can be whatever you want me to be.”

Butcher chuckled before leaning over and pointing, “See that lass over there? The one that looks like she wants to tear yer bloody throat out wit’ her teef? Tha’s mine.”

The overly bleached blonde looked out to the dancing crowd and saw who he’d been talking about. She had stopped dancing and was glaring in their direction, whispering something to Kimiko.

The girl turned back with a smirk, “I’m not scared of her. Let me go talk to her. Woman to woman.”

Butcher raised his thick eyebrows in surprise before picking up his drink, “Your fuckin’ funeral, doll.”

He watched in amusement as the drunk girl strutted her way over to the lioness glaring her down. Frenchie and Hughie sat down on either side of him having returned from the bar. They had clearly noticed the interaction, and Hughie was the first to ask, “What was that?”

“Nuffin’. Just some cunt,” Butcher replied picking up his smoking cigarette from the ashtray.

“Oh shit,” Frenchie suddenly piped in.

They looked up just in time to see Butcher’s girlfriend deck out the blonde girl that had been flirting with him just moments ago. All three men were up on their feet the second the girl hit the floor and proceeded to be kicked by the woman she’d tried to “talk” to.

“Motherfucker!” Butcher growled as he rushed to stop her from ripping a chunk of bleach blonde hair from the poor girl’s head.

The crowd parted as they watched the fight, a couple people pulling out their phones to record. Hughie and Frenchie were quick to push Annie and Kimiko out of the way as Butcher swooped in. Prying her off the poor beaten and bloody girl, Butcher threw her struggling ass over his shoulder and booked it out of the club.

“FUCK YOU, YOU FUCKING SKANK! PUT ME DOWN, BUTCHER!”

“OI, OI! LET’S FUCKIN’ GO!” Butcher hollered.

She still yelled profanities and threats as the others led the way out of the club. By the time they reached the outside, Butcher couldn’t help but laugh at the little woman fighting like a badger and cussing like a sailor. He kept laughing as they all ran down the sidewalk towards the van. When they finally slowed down, Annie had fallen onto the side walk giggling with heavy limbs, and Kimiko was being carried in Frenchie’s arms with a satisfied drunk smile.

“This the downside of tequila?” Hughie huffed out trying to pull Annie up off the ground with no success, “This what you were trying to warn me about?”

Butcher panted out a laugh before readjusting the woman on his shoulder, “Aye, it is.”

Hughie suddenly struggled with Annie as the girl was up and grabbing at his clothes and kissing on his neck. “Annie, babe. Babe, we are in public!” Hughie complained as he fought off the small woman’s advances.

“C’mon, Hughie! Let’s be naughty. Take me over to an alley or something,” Annie giggled like crazy as her hands slipped under Hughie’s shirt.

Butcher turned back to see the young lad fighting to keep his lady out of his pants, “Ya alright, lad! Keep ‘er movin’! Soon’a ya get her home, the soon’a she can jump ya cock.”

Butcher heard MM honk the horn from down the street, flashing the headlights as he leaned out the driver’s side window. Butcher began to walk in the van’s direction when he felt her reach down and smack his ass hard.

“Ay!” he popped her ass making her squeal, “MM might be right. You plannin’ on killin’ me, love?”

“Only way to guarantee no one comes after me,” she slurred dreamily, “Is daddy gonna punish me later for being bad?”

Butcher smiled and crinkled his nose, jostling her on his shoulder, “Fuckin’ mess you are.”

//

A grunt left Butcher’s throat as her small hands frantically and expertly unbuckled his belt to start pushing them down. As soon as his jeans and boxers were around his ankles, she shoved him to sit on the edge of the bed as she bunched up the skirt of her tight dress over her ass. She was quick to straddle him and take his hard cock in her hand. Butcher moaned into her mouth as he dug his fingers into her hips, urging her to have a seat. She notched his tip at her entrance before slowly sitting down into his lap. One hand kept his dick steady while the other threaded into the hair at the back of his head for balance.

Both moaned and panted into each other’s mouths when her ass was flush with his thighs, his cock stretching and filling her deliciously.

“F-fuck, pet!” Butcher’s eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head.

A shiver trickled down her spine making her hips roll. His hands left her hips to trail up her body and pull down the top of her dress, tits spilling out for his hungry mouth and hands to attack. Both hands dug into his hair as his mouth enveloped one of her nipples and her hips began to roll frantically.

“Your cock feels so good, daddy!” she whimpered.

“Couldn’t wait to get me paws on ya after watchin’ ya pretty ass dance all night,” Butcher smirked against her chest, one of his hands releasing her breast to snake up her spine and hold the back of her neck, “You just take what ya want, don’t ya, love?”

She ground down harder making him slam fully against that spongey spot inside her. A whine tore from her throat as she bounced and ground frantically in his lap. Butcher reached up and wrapped his teeth around her earlobe, nibbling and sucking to encourage her on, “Keep usin’ me, pet. Get ya self off on daddy’s cock. There’s a good girl.”

Her needy whines and moans encouraged him to thrust his hips up into hers and help her chase that high. His hands changed their position to grab her hips again and shove his dick as deep inside her as he could. Her eyes rolled back into her head and her mouth fell open as Butcher’s callused hands kept her positioned so the tip of his dick stayed against her g-spot.

“Only cunt tha’s allowed to cum on this cock, this ugly mug, these fingers,” Butcher slurred, “Only cunt I wanna cum in.”

Her nails scratched his scalp, “F-fuck I’d let you live inside me!”

“I know ya would, love. Can feel how much this cunt loves my cock in her. If I had it my way, you’d stay tied to me bed, naked, and full,” Butcher sucked a deep hickey into her neck.

She rested her forehead against his, “You’re mine! This cock is mine! This mouth is mine! Fuck that fucking bitch that asked if I wanted to watch her fuck you!”

“Yer so fuckin’ sexy when yer jealous,” Butcher growled and reached down to rub his rough thumb against her clit, “Cum on me cock, my good girl, then I’ll fuck this cunt so full of me there’s no way it doesn’t take.”

Her body began to poise as her lips frantically met his, wrapping her arms around his neck and desperately chasing her high. As the coil snapped in her abdomen, she cried out into his mouth as she gushed around his large girth. Her body shook as if she’d been electrocuted, and Butcher groaned at the feeling of her cunt squeezing and squirting all over his cock.

“Good girl. Good fuckin’ girl. Squirtin’ and gushin’ all over daddy,” he cooed.

“I love you! I love you! Fuck, I fucking love you, Billy!” she cried as her orgasm still rippled through her.

He chuckled darkly as he kept fucking her like a mad man, “Love you too, my little troublemaker.“

“Cum inside me, please!” the desperation was evident in her voice, “Please, baby! Please!”

“My desperate lil’ whore,” Butcher smirked as her cries drove him closer and closer to the edge.

Her hips weakly met this thrusts, letting him use her body like she had used his. She kept gushing around him the more he pounded. Her lips were next to his ear begging and crying for him. Butcher’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as he groaned and grabbed her ass roughly.

“Put a baby in me, Billy. I want your baby.”

Good Lord.

He came so hard he saw stars. A sinful moan vibrated out of his chest as she sobbed out something along the lines of ‘thank you’ and ‘I love you’. Butcher kept thrusting up into her, whispering praises in his gravely voice. She didn’t know how long they sat there breathing each other’s air, but her post orgasm buzz put her in the syrupy sweet headspace that made her more desperate and pliant

“I want more, please,” she whispered against his lips.

Butcher nipped her bottom lip, “Ain’t stoppin’ till the bed is soaked, pet.”

//

Thank you to @shirley-girly for proof reading this😂💕

[bananadramaaa]

Idk if you’ve got any ideas or backstory for Alastor’s sisters, but I love the designs for them and have kind of taken some ideas about them and ran with it, mostly about the eldest, Adeline, though:

• Adelice was definitely a protector of the whole bunch. Alastor helped protect the younger sisters and worried a lot about his older sister, but Adelice would make a target out of herself to make sure the younger kids faced as little of their father’s bad days as possible.

• Leonore and Bertilda (the younger two) still experience a lot of the family drama, but it’s a little less than what their older siblings do since they try to keep them out of the fire, so while the older two seem to mature way too quickly, the younger two stay kids for a bit longer. This, however does piss off their father, who takes every moment to ridicule them on their inability to act like their older siblings when their older siblings aren’t able to keep them out of the fire.

• Adelice also gives off Tiana from Princess and the Frog vibes. She’s got a Dream and she’s gonna work hard every day to make it happen.

• Alastor Worries™️ and thinks she’s pushing herself too much, taking on the brunt of their father’s anger, taking on so many jobs, and trying to get as much of an education as she can for as cheap as she can get it. So he becomes her Distraction, constantly dragging her off to parties and out drinking and listening to music. Anything to get her to chill tf out.

• He’s also a hypocrite though, considering he takes on a ton of “side jobs” by the time he’s 15 before he starts working in radio to try to help out their maman. He somehow manages to get all the fun jobs though. She’s out here working in restaurants and factories and he’s playing piano at the speakeasy and working at a nearby gator farm during the summers. And even the jobs that shouldn’t be fun, he manages to turn into a blast, like apprenticing at the butchers or working the graveyard shift at the cemetery. He thinks he’s so damn funny, while his bosses low-key wanna strangle him. This somehow makes him more likable as a radio host.

• Eventually, Adelice manages to find herself a nice, rich, Creole man who she and Alastor run through the wringer trying to test just how wholesome of a man he is before she’ll accept his hand in marriage. This man is confused, but he is dead set on winning her heart. He offers her the money to achieve her dream, he offers her the happy and stress-free life that New Orleans won’t afford her, he offers a life where she’s free and not trapped by anybody, himself included, and most importantly, he offers to take her whole family away from their father and the impoverished life that keeps them with him.

• Their maman can’t fathom a life without her husband, but she can see why they’d want to leave.

• Alastor doesn’t want to lose his sisters, but he knows someone has to watch out for their maman and he’s far to attached to New Orleans to leave it now.

• Before all his sisters leave, Adelice jokingly says she’s gonna name a son after him and he politely declines the offer.

• They move to Alabama or something and he never sees them again, but Adelice has a bunch of happy children that she loves who know all about him :)

• Bertilda also gets married, but Bertilda and her husband find themselves unable to have kids so they adopt a cute little red-headed girl and her green-eyed little brother.

• Leonore dates a lot of people before she finds the perfect gal for her and they move in together as “friends.” Their maman was a bit progressive in some ways and taught them not to judge, where most others would do when Adelice and Bertilda don’t make a big deal out of it when they find out about it.

• All three of them keep an eye on the news regarding New Orleans and whatever can be said about their famous radio host brother from far away.

• The only times the lot of them return to New Orleans is when they hear about Alastor’s death and their maman’s death.

I've talked briefly about them in this ask :3 And I really enjoyed reading your version of their story. It seems more wholesome compared to what I have in mind for them (like Adelice definitely won in this one) XD

[harrywavycurly]

Ok but that ask about coming home early and Eddie hiding his knives made me think. Eddie hides most of his gear but never the knives. Instead he learns how to bbq so you just think he’s really into meat in the way that some guys can be. It keeps you from looking at his other stuff, don’t worry baby it’s just hunting gear, and makes him feel less bad about lying to you, especially years down the line when it’s way to late to tell the truth

Hiii babes!! Ohh this made my mind spiral so enjoy this little blurby thing based on when you first find one of Eddie’s crazy looking knives😂💖

Masterlist: here

TW: Knives and Eddie is a serial killer

*You don’t remember buying a certain item you find in the kitchen so you ask your husband about it*

“Where did you come from?” You mumble to yourself as you pick up a rather large knife out of the drawer in the kitchen. You begin to think maybe Eddie will know so you grab it by the handle and head towards the living room where he’s watching a movie on the couch. “Honey where did this-” you can’t even finish your sentence before Eddie is up off the couch and snatching the knife out of your hand and quickly but also very carefully placing it on the coffee table.

“Baby you can’t just walk around with a knife like that.” Eddie grabs your hands and brings them up to his lips to kiss at your knuckles. “You scared the shit out of me just walking out of the kitchen holding a butcher knife.” He adds with a slightly joking tone in hopes it lifts the mood since he knows he might’ve reacted too harshly.

“I’m sorry I just wanted to see if you knew where the knife came from.” Your voice is soft and sweet as you rest your head on Eddie’s shoulder. He drops your hands so he can wrap his arms around your shoulders and place a kiss to the side of your head.

“Oh yeah I had to get it for thanksgiving last year.” Eddie hates how easy the lie rolls off his tongue but it’s only a half lie because he did use it on thanksgiving last year but not in the way you think.

“What are you watching?” Eddie let’s out a silent sigh of relief at how quickly the conversation changed as you turn your head so you’re now looking at the tv. “Is that Scream?” You look up at Eddie who’s already looking down at you with a smile.

“Want me to change it?” You just shake your head as you reach up so you can place a kiss to his lips making him smile as you pull away.

“No you enjoy your little slasher movie I’m going to go finish my book in the bath.” Eddie leans down and places a quick kiss to your forehead before he reluctantly drops his arms from around you.

“Love you baby enjoy your bath.” You smile as you head towards the bedroom so you can start your bath.

“Love you too honey!” Eddie watches you disappear into the bedroom before he glares at the knife on the coffee table.

“Back to the drawer with you.” Eddie mumbles as he grabs the knife and heads into the kitchen to put it back in the knife drawer where it belongs.

[just-some-random-blogger]

Hey! I really enjoy everything you write! :) Can I request a blurb with Daemon and Stark!Reader in which she tells him she's with child and his reaction to the news? Thank you so much! ❤️

Moon Cycle

Daemon Targaryen x Stark!Reader

Summary: He smiles, reaching out to me, "so, are we having a dragonling?"

Word Count: 3k+

Warnings: Fem!reader, smut (reader in heat?, emotional fucking, she cries mid fucking, spitting, vaginal penetration, degradation kink, biting, breeding kink?), feminism has fled me fam, soft!daemon kinda, fluff, typos, etc.

A/N: HI THIS OPENS WITH SMUT COS 🙈 MINORS DNI you said you wanted a blurb nonnie but i say i want to write a whole fic (: cos my targ x stark duo have called to me again I HOPE YOURE OK WITH THE SMUT DAMN YOU SHOULDNT BE READING ANY OF MY STARK!READER FICS IF YOU ARENT T_T Tagging: @aralezinspace @em-the-lurker @blue1006 @mukduk-not-murder @min-jianhyung @deniixlovezelda @moonmaiden1996 @thatmysteriousblog @pinksirensong @targaryenmoony @risefallrise @sloanexx @nyctophilic0vitnir I'm too lazy to put all the parts so please be advised this follows a whole universe though i would think you could still read it by itself :D here's its masterlist cos of course it has a masterlist it got too big and my head was fried previous fic p3 | Stark!Reader Masterlist

It hurt. It's been hurting.

Every fucking moon, I go from wanting to butcher Daemon for, well... being Daemon, for strutting around with his big head and puffed chest, or should I say, following me around with his big head and puffed chest, to very literally getting on my hands and knees with tears in my eyes begging him to make me feel better.

Because it hurts.

It fucking hurts so bad, because I want him.

There was a pressure in my belly, an ache between my thighs that I couldn't fucking rid of by myself. My treacherous body wanted, no needed, no pleaded-- groveled for him.

And normally, if Daemon laughed at me or called me names, I'd pay him back worse with pettier tomfoolery. But never like this. Never when my eyes were blown at the sight of him towering over me while I'm lied in bed, never when I was very much so at his mercy, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting ever so patiently. Waiting like his--

"Pretty little eager whore," he traced my lips with two of his fingers and slowly brought them in my mouth.

My heart was pounding so hard that by entire body was vibrating. My tongue swirled around his fingers as he pushed my jaw down.

I was doing a pretty good job at obeying, in keeping my hands on the side of the bed, gripping the sheets for dear deliverance, and not touching him though I so badly wanted to.

My legs were wrapped around him, unwilling, absolutely selfishly, haughtily, greedily refusing to let him go. His furious, hard member was so tragically left uninvited in my eager baby house. Yes, my maniacal fucking womb that has been overriding my brain in decisions every moon. Every. Single. Moon. where, regretfully, I have been without the prize it so eagerly wants to get... so to speak.

"Look at you," my husband presses with his body, bound in muscles I so desired to be ripped apart with. His body, burning like molten dragon fire, hotter still against my skin that burned for him. The feel of him was so blistering in these moments that I, in fact, no longer could be proud of my own heat that has kept me warm in the harsh winters in the North.

His fingers in my mouth pushes my tongue down, "you would let me do anything to you."

The sound that leaves my open mouth would not have been a sound any sane person would make. And yet I made it a point to even nod my head at his words.

I let out another disturbingly lewd sound when he hisses and rocks himself against me in response.

I arch my back. I rip at the sheets. I close my mouth and suck on his fingers. I use my entire body to tell him how fucking badly I need this, how desperate I was to have him have his way with me. Anyway way with me. Please.

Daemon growls, "gōntan nyke epagon ao naejot bībagon, ao rene?" Did I ask you to suck, you slut?

My stomach burned at the recognition of his crude words. They were, in truth, the few ones I could make out because of how often he uses them on me.

Daemon's long, silver hair spills over to me as he leans and curls his lip in disdain, "open your mouth, haughty bitch."

I open my mouth for him, as I was his haughty bitch.

He pulls his fingers out and I feel the warmth of his fingers as he squeezes my jaw. I begin to allow my mouth to relax and slowly close, but that was my mistake.

"Open!" he barks, tightening his grip on me.

My belly drops and the pulse in between my legs intensifies. I open my mouth and dart my tongue out to my lower lip.

Daemon licks his own glistening mouth and chin, shining still from the desperate release I had embarrassingly quickly when he kissed my delirious womanhood. He then pulls his tongue back in and I watch as his Adam's apple bobs. Then, he lazily turns his violet eyes at me like I was the most uninteresting thing in the world and spits into my throat.

I should not have made the sound that I did, but I did, and I eagerly swallowed his thick spit.

Daemon goes wild. His hands claw at my breasts as he rocks his hips against mine and moans like he ran 50 miles, "fucking hell, my love."

I whine when he takes my hands and puts it on him, wordlessly giving me the dominion on his body I had been longing for. I eagerly relish his skin. I touch him everywhere, hands clawing and rubbing his taut back, crying out at the texture of his skin I sought to memorize with my palms.

Daemon sinks his head next to mine as he shifts above me, allowing me to suckle on his prized shoulder like a hungry babe.

His fingers dig into my fleshy thighs and when he finally grants me some form of relief by entering me, his words nearly go deaf to me with my needy squeak. He mutters against my ear, "you're so washed up by the need to be bred, I almost feel bad for you."

I rip at his scalp when he begins to thrust into me.

"Almost," he chuckles, "I do say, I like you best when you're cock drunk and broken by me."

I pant against him and pull him closer, as if he wasn't the closest he could be already, "Daemon, ᵈ𝐚ｅм𝑜ภ, pleeeaaaase- wan you- wan- so-soooo bad-"

He kisses my cheek, "I know." He lifts himself up and I whine, fighting against him, not wanting him to move away. He shushes me like a child, scolding me for clawing at him. He swats my hands away as he pushes my legs into my chest. He repeats rather impatiently, "I know, ñuha jorrāelagon, but you have to let me work."

I throw my head back with my hands, lamenting his loss. My eyes begin to water in my desperation, "darling, please."

Daemon huffs as he quickens his pace, folding me like a piece of paper, rutting into me with purpose. The sound of his brutalizing echoes in our empty chambers. It is clouded by my pathetic sobs and moans, as well as the prince's sore displeasure, "such a spoiled brat. You cannot have everything all the time."

My mind is reduced to nothing but pain and pleasure.

Truly like a brat, saddened over the fact I could not reach and press against my husband as he fucks me into oblivion, my mouth quivers as my tears stain my cheeks. But at the same time, so excited and so pleasured by his rough hands and his thick girth ramming into me, my very same mouth that was quivering was calling out in ecstasy.

I ripped at my own hair then. I was so feral and there was nothing better to do. I screw my eyes shut, neck straining with desperate calls for my love.

Daemon locks his grip on my hip bones and chastises me for my tears, "you dare complain to your prince when I've been generous to such a whore?" He heaves deeper and thrusts sharper into me. My voice is unstable as I scream out because of it.

"I ought to come in your mouth to teach you a lesson," he growls, making it a point to dig his fingers into me, intent on leaving bruises.

My eyes shoot open, my lashes laces with tears. I shake my head and whine, "please, please, no, no-"

"Then thank me for my generosity."

"Thank you, thank you, thank you-"

I continue to thank him as I continue my descent to madness. I begin to clench against him. Daemon hisses as leans forward, hands sinking into the cushion by my sides, allowing him to pivot so deliciously and brutally into my sopping heat.

I groan as I reach for his face, reaching back to his nape, hell bent on pulling his hair and riding my incoming high.

"Daemon," I hoarsely whisper, "please."

"Yes, pretty girl," Daemon mutters, "I'll give your tight cunny what it wants so desperately," his one hand reaches down to my thigh, "kesan mazverdagon ao m��zigon sȳz." I will make you come good.

Nothing but strangled breathing and obscene noises are left for a long moment.

And then.

My body coils around him. My stomach tightens. My legs constrict. My head thrashes back. My neck strains. My jaw drops. My voice cracks.

And then I grow rigid and hot and wild and absolutely relieved. I call out to him as my tears prick in the corner of my eyes and my nails dig into his flesh.

And then the sensation is intensified by the fullness of him erupting into me. Daemon comes with a thick string of cusses and an even thicker string of hotness, unrelentingly focused on reaching the very depths of my flesh, of my entire fucking being.

I wail like the maddened woman I am, his melted ragdoll, his starved bride, cunt clamoring for cock.

In his constant drive to destroy, he tramples into me until all my delight ripples into sharp stabs of discomfort. But it doesn't last very long until his tempo loses its pace and the terseness of his form mimics my liquified one. With his body aflame and pulse racing, Daemon sinks down onto me, pressing together our two chests, fighting for air.

I seal him in my limbs and tightly pull him into me, even though we were both overheating at this point.

Daemon's hot breath sears my neck but I don't care, I cradle his head and adjust my legs around him, needing him there, needing him to stay, needing to be full of him.

He calls out my name between exhales and kisses my jaw, he speaks to me in High Valyrian, something, I knew, meant he was not going to run away. I don't care. I wasn't about to let him go. He was staying here. He was staying here. I need him here.

He sighs as he brushes his nose against me. He must have felt the dampness of my tears, which was why he began to lick on my skin. He lifts his head as much as he could with me still pulling him down. He looks at me, "are you alright, pretty wife?"

I loosen my hold a fraction to turn to him. I readily nod. I take his face in my hands and pepper him with kisses, "thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you-"

He silences me by pressing his lips on mine. He rubs his nose against mine before sinking his face down again, "don't thank me yet. We may well continue with this song and dance next moon cycle, or tomorrow," he chuckles, "not that I'm complaining."

I trail kisses on his shoulder, kissing the war scars on his skin, "I love you so much, Daemon, thank you."

He laughs, making me whimper. Daemon rubs his face against mine, confessing in his mother tongue the same sentiment, "avy jorrāelan." He breathes out in self-satisfaction, "remember this feeling when we're not joined to the hip. You would do anything for me."

"Anything," I mumble back. I then tighten my grip at his indirect threat to pull out of me, "you're not allowed to leave. Never. Never."

Daemon laughs again, pulling his head up, nipping at my lip, "what a brat."

"Don't fucking call me that," I snap raising a finger at him.

Not even a whole day has passed and Daemon was already extremely disappointed that my hedonistic want for him dissipated, was nonexistent really, especially after hearing his plans to bring my wolf, Havoc, off with him to a fucking banquet.

I roughly adjust the ties of his dress shirt on him. Daemon watches as I do this, lips curved into a smile, "you liked it last night."

"That was because you weren't spitting out nonsense."

"Oh," he takes one of my hands, "but I did spit in your mouth."

I glare as I rip my hand back, hitting him with his coat before helping him put it on.

Daemon licks his lips as he chuckles and allows me to finish dressing him. He pushes my hair back and tilts his head as he puts his sleeves on, "I'll keep her outside. I promise."

I ignore him as I button down his coat.

"Havoc wouldn't attack-"

"You." I cut him off, turning to him with an annoyed expression. I shake my head, "it took her ages to even tolerate the people here. You think it's a good idea for her to be taken to a strange land at a house you're meant to be the king's envoy?"

Daemon makes a face as I drag him by the arm to the chair of my vanity. He winces when I roughly brush his hair in distaste. He groans, "gently."

I glare at him from the mirror and rip at his head.

He repels the action and crosses his arms, "you know well enough that if it is I my brother is sending as an envoy, he means to send a message. And not of a pleasant sort."

"So? Bring Caraxes," I say as I hand him the brush and gather the hair at the top of his head.

He pouts, "but they already know we have dragons. I want to show them my wife's beast."

I roll my eyes as I tie his hair.

"Come with me then."

I scoff, "aren't you the same man that convinced the maesters to tell me off for even breathing because you're convinced I'm with child?"

"Well," Daemon smirks, "when you woke up unwanting to fuck, I figured I might have done the trick last night."

I drop my hands to his shoulders after finishing styling his hair, "you know, just because I wasn't so eager this morning, doesn't mean I don't want to-"

I don't even get to finish as Daemon stands and grabs my face.

I step back when he leans in to kiss me and push him off, saying the few of his native speech that I knew "gīda ilagon, doru-borto zaldrīzes." Calm down, stupid dragon.

He hums, "I love it when you talk to me like this."

I am unable to dodge his attack further and sigh against his kiss. Before I could let him undo all the work I put in dressing him, I push him back, "Daemon, you have places to be."

He narrows his eyes, faux thinking, then shakes his head. "I really don't," he mutters.

I whimper when his hand darts between my thighs, forcing itself to my core even with my skirt on.

When I don't push him off, Daemon sinks into my neck and laughs, "I see..." he licks my skin, "you're still my needy bitch."

"Daemon..."

He pulls back, taking his hands with him, smiling as he brings his arms behind his back, "then I shall leave happily, knowing you will suffer without me."

I feel my stomach burn, both in spite and need.

Daemon smiles as he presses a quick kiss on my lips and walks off, "see you in a week, my love."

"A week?" I call, "but it takes 3 days on dragon back."

"Ah... but I fear Caraxes is too tired as of late," he marches across the room, "I must take the horses. Or actually, perhaps I should walk. Poor steeds, overworked as it is."

"When did you start to fucking care?" I hiss.

"Today," he chuckles.

I scoff, crossing my arms, "walk then! See if I care."

I did very much care.

I cared oh so very, very much, especially when he had not returned home after 8 days. Especially after learning the news the moron's hunch was correct, and I was, in fact with child.

I got so restless over the idea of not only carrying a life inside my belly, but with the one where the degenerate cretin must have walked to prove a point, to spite me. It was driving me insane. What if he ran into trouble? What if he got lost? What if he died?

Havoc could not bare to be apart from me after the day the maesters told me the news. I had gotten so anxious that she got so anxious, very much so that she did not let anyone near me, not that I wanted anyone near me in the first place.

What I wanted was the fucker who did this to me. I needed him to come back to- to... us.

Today, I was at the dragon pit, seriously debating taking Caraxes to find his stupid master. Would he even let me ride him without Daemon? Don't know. Will he even know what the fuck I want him to do? Probably not. But here I was at the dragon pit, face to face with a dragon keeper, speaking at me with a language I did not understand with not only a restless me, but a restless direwolf and a restless dragon. Not my brightest moments, but I was rather desperate as of late, if you couldn't already tell.

I wrapped my arms around myself as the man that cared for the overgrown fire lizards explained something to me slowly. Caraxes may have disagreed with what he said, considering that he began to hiss.

It was a series of tense events after another at this point.

The next thing I knew, Havoc was going insane, growling and barking at Caraxes out of nowhere.

I bark at her and point a finger, "down girl!"

Havoc's ears shift back but she continues to snarl.

I turn to where her eyes are locked, at Caraxes, who was shaking his head and whining. He snarls and steps back slowly, blowing smoke through his nostrils until he was laid down. He makes a screeching nose as he drops his head in front of me.

Havoc finally calms, literally shoving the dragon keeper away in order to come to Caraxes and lick his face.

I watch in confused horror of what just happened, what was happening, then turn to the dragon keeper as he exclaims and throws his hands up.

I let out a sigh as I inch close to the direwolf and the dragon, placing a hand on each of their bodies, stroking them, "that's right... gīda ilagon, be calm, the both of you."

"Princess."

I turn at the sound of the call. I suck in a sharp breath, shoulders dropping in relief when I see the smug face that I do.

"You fucker," I mutter through tears, gathering my skirt up and walking over to man who was already walking over to me. I pick up my pace and jog to him, scowling as I did.

The ass stops in his tracks and laughs. He smiles, reaching out to me, "so, are we having a dragonling?"

Daemon grunts when I jump into his arms. He latches onto me and breathes in deeply, pulling me up until my feet left the floor, "oh foolish girl. So worked up for nothing."

"You were gone for eight days, Daemon!"

"I said I'd be gone a week," he sets me down. He pulls back and rubs my lips with his thumb, "it's been a week."

I punch his chest, "it's been eight days!"

"Same thing," he grunts and recoils, breaking into a laugh. "Fine," he grabs my hand and tugs me close to him, "you have my apologies," he kisses the back of my hand, "but... you've not answered me though."

Daemon purses his lips into as smile. He places his hands on my waist, pulling me into him. I scowl at him as he pushes my hair back. I reach out to him, wrapping my arms around his torso. His smile magnifies, "have you made me a kepa, darling?"

His violet eyes twinkle when he asked this. The glint in his eyes is bright, not just because it held the telltale mischief it did normally, but also because, behind them, I could see his hope, I could see was looking forward to this, in knowing his hunch was right all along, smug fucker... my smug rotten fuck.

I bite my lower lip at the though. It is overwhelming real for me so suddenly. It was like my life was flashing before me. I feel tears prick in the corner of my eyes.

Daemon's expression goes lax. He releases a breath. He calls out my name softly. He speaks it in a way he has not done before. He says it as a means to comfort me. He says it in a tender way. He's misread my reaction.

He kisses my forehead, "It's alright. We haven't been trying for long. I'll make it up to you, darling. I don't want you to cry, unless you're begging for my-"

"I am with child."

His mouth ceases. His words go dry.

I release a chuckle as I feel my tears fog my vision, "I found out a few days ago and I've been frantic ever since."

Daemon releases a chuckle and shakes his head, "you're with child."

I nod as tears stream my cheeks.

He laughs and seals me into a hug, "well done!" He kisses my forehead.

I begin to choke on my tears.

"Oh, no more. Fret no longer," he tightens his arms around me, laughing again, "my wife has blessed me with a dragon."

My lips quiver, "Daemon, I started to think of the worst scenarios possible. I thought you died"

"Shhh," he pulls away to kiss my lips, "it takes a lot to kill me," he grins, "shall I fuck your fears away?"

I groan, "Daemon."

He laughs, pulling away, "you've made me a father, my whiny pup," he grabs my hands, "it's the least I could do."

I groan, "I'm being serious, Daemon."

"As am I!" he says, looking around in excitement. It seems he only now caught sight the two creatures across us, "has Havoc been licking Caraxes' face this whole time?"

[lady-z-writes]

Pieces - Butcher x reader [1/?]

In which reader was once a counselor, had a fall from grace, turned barkeep. Butcher can't help but find comfort in her...What do they say about misery and company?

He won't ever admit it, but he enjoys it; the silence, the space she makes for him.

He's sure it's partly the demeanor of a counselor - refuses to think too hard about it - like he's some kind of case to her.

But here he can just be.

She doesn't push for information. Doesn't ask the questions he's sure linger between them.

So they sit and they drink (him way more than her) and they fuck.

"You never ask," he offers to her one time, a particularly bad day after a particularly bad job. But a particularly good lay, which helps a little.

She smirks at him, shakes her head, rolls over in bed. "If you wanted to share, you would. Billy, I'm not here to be your shrink. We're just passing time, aren't we?"

And weren't they?

She'd said it to him once before: world's ending. We're all fucked anyway, aren't we?

---

He asks. Of course he does. The bastard. So fuckin curious about so many fuckin things. Can't leave well enough alone. Can't help but ruin a good thing. Ain't it like him.

To his surprise, she shares.

Shares about a bad time in life. About tough luck. About loss. A miscarriage. A marriage torn apart by treatments and wishing and wanting. By not enough. A husband so far gone, they'd been over before the anniversary effect took hold. A story about ache and empty. Kids clothes with new tags. A closet full of a hope chest. Separating into boxes and selling house. The lonely that's left. The whispers of promises of bare feet on wood floors. Weeds growing through concrete. Time passing. The hurt never left.

"So, I left the practice," she admitted. "When a counselor goes through a crisis, we aren't good at taking our own advice." His sad eyes meet hers and she looks away for a moment. "I had plenty to turn to, tons of resources - I knew them all. But I didn't want the help. I wanted to live in the ache. Let my grief consume me, I guess. So I threw it all away. And now I'm left in pieces, aren't I? " She shrugged. "One bedroom apartment, sold the ring, quit the cushy job, started tending bar in this shithole. It's like counseling. In it's own way."

He's had enough then, realizes he wasn't built to take on the trauma of another. How did she do it?

He pulls her in close, lets her skirt fan out around his lap like an art piece waiting to be seen.

Doors closed. Customers out. It's like this almost weekly; his little bar babe.

And he fucks her in that booth seat - slides right between her thighs, panties long gone, affection out the window. They grip onto each other like they're junkies in need of a fix, a distraction.

He'd pick up the pieces if he had to.

[dyke-will-graham]

My list of songs so Hannigram coded it’s insane and the lyrics that make them so:

Salt in the Wound- Boygenius

‘You put salt in the wound, and a kiss on my cheek. You butter me up and you sit down to eat’

‘Neck full of mockingbirds all calling your name…I’m gnashing my teeth like a child of Cain’

I’m Your Man- Mitski

‘You’re an Angel, I’m a dog. Or you’re a dog and I’m you’re man. You believe me like a God, I destroy you like I am.’

‘I’m sorry I’m the one you love, no one will ever love me like you again so when you leave me I should die. I deserve it don’t I?’

Famous Last Words (an Ode to Eaters) - Ethel Cain

‘Look at me baby, dead in my eyes. It’s the end of our holiday, but it isn’t goodbye. Carry me with you all of the time.’

‘Eat of me baby, skin to the bone. Body on body until I’m all gone. But I’m with you inside.’

It Will Come Back- Hozier

All I’m gonna say is first verse is Hannibal POV, second is Will POV talking to eachother I could write a damn essay on this song and Hannigram

Shrike- Hozier

‘The words hung above, but never would form. Like a cry at the final breathe that is drawn. Remember me love, when I am reborn as the Shrike to your sharp and glorious thorn.’

‘Had no idea on the ground i was founded, oh that goodness is gone with you now. Then I met you, my virtues uncounted. My goodness is goin with you now.’

‘Back to the hedgerow where the bodies are mounted’

Abbey- Mitski

‘I am hungry, I have been hungry, I was born hungry, what do I need?’

Butchered Tongue- Hozier

This one I think is Will when he married Molly and settling into his new life but still looking for Hannibal in everything.

UPDATE:

Talk- Hozier

Once again getting into the Greek mythology themes and Hannigram parallels. Orpheus and Eurydice as Will and Hannibal haunts me.

‘I’d be the immediate in Eurydice, imagine being loved by me.”

Paralleled with the scenes of Hannibal and Wills seperate “I forgive you”.

Me and My Husband - Mitski

‘At least in this lifetime we’re sticking together.’

This is a little cracky, but this song reminds me of the way Hannibal and Will are chasing potentials and scenarios where they can stay together. Teacups and all that and yes the world is on fire but Hannibal and Will are together so it’s okay.

Breezeblocks- alt-j

Enough said.

NFWMB - Hozier

‘Give your heart and soul to charity. Because the rest of you, the best of you Honey belongs to me.’

The possessiveness of Hannibal and Will over eachother is insane, we know this. And I think people forget that Will is just as bad as Hannibal about it. (Just see any interaction between Bedelia and Will for evidence)

Salvatore- Lana Del Rey

“The summers wild and I’ve been waiting for you all this time. I adore you can’t you see you were meant for me?”

“Catch me if you can…dying at the hand of a foreign man, happily.”

Once More to See You- Mitski

“But with everybody watching us, our every move. We do have reputations, we keep it secret, won’t let them have it.”

“If you would let me give you pinky promise kisses then I wouldn’t have to scream your name.”

Televangelism- Ethel Cain

No lyrics in this one, just piano and the sound of me crying softly. This song is EVERYTHING the Primavera scene was in Dolce. Please listen. The slow build, the melodic flutter of a heartbeat the rise and ascension when they see each other and smile at one another, the acceptance of fate, the knowledge of love. “You and I have begun to blur.”

anything - Adrienne Lenker

“I don’t wanna be the owner of your fantasy I just wanna be a part of your family.”

Savior Complex- Phoebe Bridgers

“Drift off on the floor, I drag you to the shore. Sweating through the sheets you’re gonna drown in your sleep for sure. Wake up and start a fire in our one room apartment but I’m too tired to have a pissing contest, all the bad dreams that you hide show me yours I’ll show you mine.”

“Baby you’re a Vampire, you want blood and I promised I’m a good liar with a savior complex.”

Pre-Mizumono to Post-Fall Hannigram can be found everywhere in this song.

OKAY OKAY THATS IT IF YOU STAYED THIS LONG THANKS IF YOU WANT MORE HANNIGRAM LISTEN TO MY PLAYLIST ITS CHALK FULL OF ANGST

[theshotsheardacrossworlds]

Help

I can't find the art, but I saw Batstarion round like a jelly donut and wrote about it. You're welcome? SFW.

“Darling…help…”

Agnetha hurried as fast as she could in her condition (seven months along) to where she heard her husband in his bat form in his home studio. “Love, I’ll be right there!” When she entered the studio, she let out a small scream.

“I think…I overdid it…perhaps made…a terrible mistake…”

“Astarion!” She shrieked and picked him up gently in her hands. “What the—”

“You see,” he squeaked. That almost sounded like a moan. Oh dear. “I found some fat little mice and decided to take care of that rodent problem. Normally, it wouldn’t be so bad, but I…well, forgot I’m in this form. Hence, this.”

Her mouth moved for several seconds but no words escaped her. Then she nearly shouted, “How the fuck do you forget you’re a bat? How? How does that happen? That’s like if I forgot I’m pregnant. Astarion, you mad man!” She laughed and kissed his cute little head. Awww, his little ears are twitching. “You mad, mad man.”

“If I am mad, madam, I am mad about you.” He teased and doing a little bat smirk. Awwww he’s so cute I wanna squish him. Oh wait, nope. Don’t do that. “Ha! Now, I wonder what I will happen if I change back…”

She raised an eyebrow. “That is an interesting question. Do you want me to bring you to our room, put you on the bed, and then you do it?”

“Yes…let’s try, darling.”

After she placed him on his side of their bed, he changed back to his elf form---hair disheveled, expression soft, and beckoning her to lay down with him. “I think there might’ve been more mice than I thought, because I am quite full.”

It took a moment, but I am laying down…and don’t want to get up again for a bit. One of her hands reached for his and squeezed. “You didn’t have to kill the mice. I could’ve gotten poison or something—” You don’t have to do this. You don’t have to eat vermin anymore. I made sure you don’t, because I love you, and once our baby is born, you can feed from me again instead of beef and pork blood from the butcher.

He let go of her hand and put a finger to her lips. “Shh. It was my choice, darling. It makes it easier, especially for you. One less thing for you to deal with.” His hand traveled down to her belly. “You need to rest.” His gaze softened further (I can’t say no to his face. I can’t. I’m sorry but I can’t.) as he scooched closer to her. “Let’s stay here a while, sweetness. Let’s stay right here, and I’ll watch over you both. How does that sound?”

Why do I always blush so much when he uses his soft voice on me? WHY?!?!?!? I just…can’t say no to him. She closed her eyes, feeling more tired than she originally thought. “Yeah, sounds good, love. You rest too, okay?” He works long hours. He’s taken on more at home in the past month or so. He’s not getting my blood, so he’s not as satisfied as he normally is, not as sharp, and I wish I could just give him what he needs—

He chuckled. “Even without tadpoles, I can hear you thinking, darling.”

She opened an eye and pouted.

“What is going on in that pretty head of yours?”

Opening her other eye, she sighed. “I feel like if I was still feeding you then you wouldn’t have gone after the mice.” It’s stupid. It’s so stupid. But I can’t help but feel awful.

He let out an annoyed huff. “Did you not hear me earlier? I said it was easier to have me drain them dry than having you get someone in here to take care of them or getting poison or whatever you would’ve done.” His gaze went towards her swollen belly. “I made that choice. It wasn’t being forced on me, my love.”

“I know.” She reached for his chin and tilted it up so she could look at him properly. He’s so beautiful. I still can’t believe he loves me. Wants to be with me. He could’ve had anyone, and he chose me. “I love you.” She laid a hand over his. I love you. I love you. I love you.

“I love you too, my darling girl. Rest now…” Upon seeing his wife try and fail to stifle a yawn, he laughed softly and rubbed her growing belly. “My poor little butter bun.”

“Sorry love,” her brown eyes fluttered closed as she exhaled. “Now that I’m in bed I feel so tired all of a sudden…” Probably because I’m literally growing a dhampir inside me. “Probably” doing a lot of work there, Agi.

He hummed, his hand on her belly now squeezing her fingers gently. “It’s alright, sweetness. Just rest. I’ll be here when you wake—”

Say it.

“I’ll always be here, my love.”

Me too, Star…I’ll find a way…I will…You’ll never be alone…

[captainimfangirling]

The Boys Season 4 Episodes 1-3

Warning: Spoilers

To be honest I'm glad they're showing the bad side of Frenchie and Starlight. Like I said since the beginning all of them are not innocent. They made mistakes in the past and will in the future. The show isn't about who is innocent and who is not. It's showing that everyone and everything has issues. Nobody is innocent.

Frenchie & Kimiko

I ship them so I'm pissed at them giving Frenchie a lover, I don't give a sh*t if it's a man. But you know what it's a good story line to show that Frenchie has done really f*cked up sh*t and he needs to sort out his issues and save himself before he tries saving Kimiko. Kimiko also has to save herself before she can be with Frenchie.

Starlight

I love the actress but she messed up her face. She looks older. Anyway I don't think there's not that much interesting about her so far besides her and her followers. She's just the opposite of Homelander and Hughie is her non supe boyfriend. Also I like that she was a bully as a child because it shows that she isn't perfect.

Mother's Milk

I honestly thought they changed actors but yeah it's the same guy only he's very skinny. Anyway it's interesting that M.M. is taking more of a leadership role. I can't wait to see how that plays out the rest of the season. Also I love how they didn't sh*t on Todd making him the worst person ever like I expected. Janine loved him and Monique loved the D. Basically it shows that even a good person that everyone loves can fall into all that political bullsh*t.

Hughie

Poor baby I just wanna hug him. He's very loyal to Butcher because he feels Butcher was loyal to him (I mean Butcher considers not being loyal but he does the right thing at the end). I'm glad they brought in his mother because it really shows why he gets attached to people very fast and how he tried to keep Starlight safe even though it was unwillingly. He doesn't want to lose anyone.

Butcher

Like I've always said he is an ahole but he always does the right thing at the end. Yes he has done a lot of bad things but he's not an evil person. I think he sees Becca in Ryan and that's why he wants to save him. Plus he made a promise to Becca.

Ryan

Poor little guy not only is he being manipulated by Homelander but Homelander is basically becoming co-dependent on him. Homelander is more concerned about being good enough for Ryan so that he doesn't get abandoned than he is about giving Ryan what he needs. Ryan of course is attached to Butcher because Butcher is his mothers husband plus I think he sees good in Butcher even though Butcher doesn't see it in himself. Good thing that he's slowly starting to see Homelander for what he is. Not all hope is lost.

A-Train

As you know I never liked A-Train but I'm starting to now. I love that it took the 4th season to get him on The Boys side and they didn't do it the 2nd season because now he has so much character development. Now he understands how f*cked up the things he did and how he can make it right becoming a true superhero turning into something his family can be proud of. I also hope he gives a sincere apologize not only Hughie but to Robin's family.

Black Noir= Original & Noir= fake one

Does this guy have any powers? Anyway, I'm not sure how I feel. I mean I love that we got to hear the actor talk but I'm disappointed they didn't go the evil clone route. I hope that Noir becomes so obsessed with becoming Black Noir that he basically becomes evil because that's what he saw Black Noir as (a ruthless killing machine) and he never learns the other side of him (Black Noir being a sensitive and scared man). Basically in his head Noir becomes the real Black Noir because he's so obsessed and forgets his true identity. Actually if learns about what Solider Boy did to Black Noir I think it would be so cool if he tries to kill Solider Boy for what he did to Black Noir (aka him).

The Deep

Remember when I said they need to kill his character off? I kind of still feel this way but I do appreciate we actually go to hear the octopus talk. I wonder if the octopus will get upset he cheated on her with Sage but she probably wont because I think I remember last season Deep said she was poly.

Homelander

OMG he's going back to the "bad room"?! I wonder who was that lady in the flashback. Maybe just a worker or maybe someone his considered his mother for a little while (until he accidentally killed her). Like I've said before Homelander has abandonment issues so anything he likes or love he holds onto it. Like Sage. He likes her deep down so he chaining her to him by forcing her to be in The Seven. I would even say he likes Butcher because he's the only one who stood up to him and that's why he kept him alive for so long.

Firecracker

She for sure is a parody of those female right wing YouTubers and Rob Benedict is a parody of her followers. lmao I honestly still cannot unsee Rob Benedict's dick and him eating out his own ass. I'm just glad I didn't recognize him at first because I don't think I would unsee it when I watch Supernatural.

Neuman

At first I didn't care much about her but I'm starting to think she not only wants to make Stan proud but deep down also create a safe world for her daughter. I love that even she cannot kill Hughie because she cares for him too much.

Rob Singer

It's really cool seeing another Supernatural actor Jim Beaver as Robert Singer. Not sure how I feel like his character yet but I'm on his side over Neuman.

Kessler

I love seeing Jeffery Dean Morgan I'm not just a fan of him from Supernatural but I'm not sure how I feel about his character yet. He is close friends with Butcher which doesn't necessarily mean a good thing.

Also I'm shocked (but not really) that the Almond Joy girl was killed.

[linearao3]

Not a direct ask but @rainstormdragon put in a comment for a BTS of Serves You Right. This is a little tricky because it’s hard to pick a favorite scene and also because most of the scenes are so damn long. But here is maybe some fun stuff about the opera scene? Mostly dumb trivia but maybe some interesting stuff at the end.

I have a really bad habit, when I need Ravkan extras, of just butchering the names of Chekhov characters, and I’m afraid that’s fully on display here with composer Trovimov and tenor Medvedyenko.

I’ve been to the opera twice, once in LA and once in NYC, and the opera that I saw in LA did have its costumes held up in customs for like a month. So. True opera adventures!

My idea is that Ravkan theater is basically divided into opera (in what I guess is the conventional sense of the word) and small traveling theater troupes, many of whom are probably Suli, doing stylized folk theater which probably combines improv humor and dance with traditional texts. Whereas in Kerch, we hear of several kinds of theater — the Kommedia, which seems to be related to Comedia Dell’arte, with stock characters; penny-plays, which seem to be a bit Grand-Guignol, and then the “respectable” Opera in the Lid, which seems to also do straight plays since Jesper describes people who work there as actors rather than singers. I imagined that in hyper-commercial, industrialized Kerch, opera is basically Gilbert and Sullivan (fun, clever lyrics that are easy to understand) and that the higher class straight plays are like American popular theater of the 19th century — tearjerkers, melodramas, and a focus on special effects or gimmicks (like, for example, a real! Live! Fjerdan! Wolf!).

I am constantly troubled by how little history the Grishaverse seems to have, and I noticed that Alys, not a person who seems very interested in foreign affairs, still knows what a prince is, and doesn’t use a loan-word like tsarovitch. So I made up “the Bankers’ Wars,” which deposed the Kerch monarchy a few centuries back. I made up a lot of other history too, but it doesn’t show up here.

The plot of the opera they watch is basically Turandot with the genders reversed.

The opera house is full of mirrors, both because it’s a popular trick of theater-builders for making it seem like everyone is at your show, and because this fic is very much about seeing, being seen, and how you see yourself. Introducing mirrors to a stage or film set is notoriously tricky because it’s very hard to keep track of what they’re going to reflect to whom. Even Kaz, who is trying to mastermind all this seeing, briefly forgets that Inej can see him, and lets his feelings show. And his misery at watching her easy affection with her “husband” is a reflection of the nobleman/merchant character watching the princess he loves marry another man. The more common spy trope is “fake married” rather than “fake servant” but Kaz has chosen to fake connections between Inej and two other men besides himself while he follows her around as her loyal servant, so really he’s put himself in that role voluntarily. But I think Kaz definitely went to that play every night to pick pockets and definitely wanted to cry every night for the merchant who loves his girl so much. (And I’d say the line “he wants her to have what she wants,” is pretty telling.)

[wonderlandleighleigh]

Midge has nightmares

(Oh. Are you sure you want this? I'm not sure if you want this. But uh...okay. Warning for old school mental health abuses)

September, 1958

"Is there anything we can do to get you to reconsider?"

Joel shakes his head at his father-in-law. It's a grim situation, to be sure. "I'm sorry, Abe, but Midge needs help. More help than I can give her. More than you and Rose can give her. This is for the best."

Midge stares up at her future. An enormous, bleak-looking sanitarium.

"I mean, she thinks she's a real comedian, for god's sake," Joel goes on. "And until she comes back to herself..."

Midge can't help glowering at her husband. She is a comedian. He she found out he was cheating on her before he was ready for her to know.

So here they are.

"How convenient for you that I should go insane now," Midge says quietly.

"What does that mean?" Abe asks, narrowing his eyes at her and then turning to Joel. "What does that-"

"It's nothing," Joel says quickly. "She doesn't know what she's saying. She needs to be here. To get well."

But people don't get well in places like this, Midge knows.

People languish and die in places like this.

And here she is.

*****

She learns quickly to pretend to take the pills they give her but throw them away quickly. She mostly keeps to herself.

Act as calm and as sane as possible, and she'll be out of here in no time.

Even though she's definitely been fantasizing about stabbing Joel with a knife, having him into chunks, roasting said chunks and using them in a rich, savory soup.

"Oh, it's lamb," she would tell Moishe and Shirley. "The butcher had it fresh!"

Maybe she does belong here.

*****

They generally don't let the women patients fraternize with the men, but sometimes they let them all in the recreation room together for an hour.

she sits by herself, playing solitaire one day, when someone sits down across from her, and when she looks up -

When she looks up...

"Lenny?" Midge asks softly.

"Have we met before?" Lenny asks, looking confused, but charmed. "They keep me pretty doped up here, I don't know much."

"We-" she swallows. "We met once before. I'm Midge."

He looks so much thinner than she remembers. Pale, with dark circles under his eyes. Like he might be dying, in bits and pieces.

"Midge," he narrows his eyes at her. "Your eyes look a little familiar. Maybe we have met."

She tries to give him a smile.

"So, what are you in for?" Lenny asks, leaning in.

Midge takes a breath. "I found out my husband was sleeping with someone else, I got drunk and unloaded my frustrations on stage at the Gaslight, and he had me committed."

Lenny gives a low whistle. "Your husband is an asshole."

She nods slowly. "What about you? How did you wind up here?"

He shrugs slowly. "Got hooked for obscenity. My lawyer suggested I plead insanity. it uh...backfired. Landed me here."

Midge frowns. She wants so much to reach out, to take his hand, but she doesn't. "Oh..."

"They're trying to turn me into a nice boy," he grins tiredly.

She watches him sadly, because she has a sinking feeling that she knows how they're trying to make that happen.

*****

It doesn't take the doctors too long to realize she hasn't been taking her meds, and a struggle ensues when they try to force her, and when they can't seem to do that, things go from bad to worse.

She's strapped to a table, and prepped, and when the electricity hits, everything goes black.

*****

From then on, she does as she's told, taking the medication, letting it blur her world. She's labeled as "hysterical" and the doctors tell Joel an the rest of her family that she'll need time.

A lot of time.

Her parents visit. At first often, and then hardly ever. Noah comes when he can, but he just looks sad when he sees her, because she barely seems like herself anymore. Her hair is long, her eyes dulled.

Sometimes she sees Lenny. They sit quietly together, and he holds her hand gently.

"It's okay, Midge," Lenny says quietly. "You're in there somewhere. I know you are. So am I."

Until one day there is no Lenny.

She looks up at one of the orderlies. "No Lenny?"

The orderly sits next to her. "I'm sorry, Midge. He uh...he stole someone else's pills and he took too many. The doctors couldn't save him."

She doesn't respond.

*****

"We just don't think she's getting any better," the doctor tells Joel and Midge and Abe and Rose.

"What does that mean?" Rose asks, holding her daughter's hand tightly.

"It means...we have one more option we can try," the doctor says. "It's an invasive procedure, but we've seen results in some patients."

"Are you talking about a lobotomy?" Abe asks, worry in his eyes. "Absolutely not!"

"If it will help," Joel says tentatively.

"It'll help you," Midge mutters. "For good."

Joel looks at her guiltily, and when she looks into his eyes, she wakes up.

Her bedroom is lit by a dim lamp, meaning she fell asleep before she was ready to, and Midge looks around, eyes wide, breathing hard.

Her legs wobble as she gets out of bed, wandering out of the bedroom. Everything is quiet, and when she peeks into her childrens' room, she remembers they're with Joel.

Her parents are in Paris for the month, and Lenny is-

Where is Lenny?

"Lenny?" she calls quietly.

He pokes his head out of the kitchen, eyebrows raised. "Hey. I was just grabbing a snack before bed."

He holds up a half-eaten apple, and Midge bursts into tears, making Lenny jump into action, putting the apple down and rushing toward her.

"What happened?" he asks gently, wrapping her in his arms.

She shakes her head and wraps her own arms around his neck, standing on her tiptoes to hold tight, squeezing her eyes shut. "I...I f-fell asleep and I- I had the worst dream."

His lips press to her temple as he lifts her off her feet, holding her tightly. "It's okay, Sweetheart. It was just a dream. It was only a dream."

She buries her face in against his neck, breathing deeply, doing her best to let go of the nightmare. "I don't want to see Joel for a while."

"That's okay, I don't want to see him either," Lenny jokes gently. "We'll keep our distance a little. Get too busy for him to be around, or we can go away for a little bit. We can go back to Miami, or go upstate into the mountains, just us. Whatever you want. Anything, Midge. Just- I really fucking hate it when you cry."

Midge just holds him tighter.

[abbatoirablaze]

Into The Blue, Chapter 4

Word Count:  758

Homelander’s jaw tightened as he stared at her. 

It had been weeks since she woke up and tried to go after The Deep. 

His heart ached. 

How was Kevin…the fish guy…how was he the superhero that she could sense the most sadness and pain in?  How did his pain not match the b-rate superhero that was in the team with him?

“You were stupid to believe in him, you know,” Homelander muttered to her.  She laid still in the tank, oblivious to what was going on around her.  The medical coma that Edgar and the team had put her back into had long since worked, and she remained suspended in whatever dream she’d been latched onto, “The Deep…you woke up for him and not me?”

“Feeling sorry for yourself, again?”

Homelander snapped around quickly, seeing the calm face of none other than Stan Edgar. 

He frowned, “I’m not feeling sorry for myself.”

“Comparing your pain to that of The Deep,” he said in a snarky tone, “sounds awful like you’re trying to feel bad for yourself…but it’s like comparing apples to rocks.  It’s too different, Homelander.”

“She woke up for him…she reached out to Lamplighter….I’ve been here for so long, and not once has she ever reached out to me.”

“Did you think that maybe she didn’t reach out to you because she knew that she didn’t have to give you a reason to come down here?” Stan asked after a moment.

Homelander was silent, unable to let an answer come to his mouth.  His lips parted, but he couldn’t think of anything, so they closed as his words continued to fail him.

“Think about it Homelander,” Stan said matter of fact, “you felt alone and abandoned by everyone…so much so that you became a deviant.  And after you raped that poor PR girl that we promoted and impregnated her, you went right back to Queen Maeve…but even she didn’t want you…so you came back to the basement to see her.  To see Blue.  Did you know that she wouldn’t wake up for you, or was it just blind hopes and failed dreams, Homelander.”

“If I were you I would watch the way you were speaking to me, Mr. Edgar.”

Stan smied, I think that if I had anything to be worried about, I would know it,” he smiled, “you won’t do anything to me, Homelander….and we both know it.  You wouldn’t know what to do without me…even with Madelyn faithfully by your side.”

Homelander felt his rage glowing, and his eyes starting to light up, “do you want to test that theory, mr. Edgar…”

“Do you really want to be the one to test how far you’re willing to go, Homelander?” he chuckled, “you think if Blue wakes up again, she’ll come for you?”

“What do you really want then, huh?” Homelander asked, fed up with the conversation, “why are you keeping either one of us around, then, huh?”

“Because, Homelander,” he smiled, “you sate her hunger with your pain just enough so that she doesn’t come out of her little comas…and you are forever feeding off of the hope that one day your pain will be great enough and that she comes for you…but you don’t want her to take your powers…no…you want her to take you…isn’t that right?”

And for once, the superhero was left speechless because of how right Stan Edgar was.

“When you’re done for the night, do come up to the PR floor,” he sighed, turning on his heel and heading towards the door, “Stillwell finally has found a place to house that little bastard of yours…we had to fake Rebecca Butcher’s death…but it’s no serious matter to worry about.  Her husband is none the wiser about her disappearance.  To the rest of the world, she’s like a thief in the night and out of anyone’s line of sight, and to those that were there for the bloody birth of your child, it looks like she died.  But they’re both being transported to a secret location.”

“Rebecca…sh-she gave birth?”

Stan Edgar looked down at his Rolex and nodded, before pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose, “yes…welcome to fatherhood, Homelander.  Your bastard baby boy was born just an hour ago…now stop your moping…and come to the PR floor.  Rebecca agreed to the terms, and you can meet your son before we place them.”

“I don’t want them being too far from me…”

“Don’t worry, Homelander…we don’t need another thing for you to be sad about…they’ll be staying close by.”

Tag List:  @vmenfangirl, @lohnes16

[hoodieimp]

BatDR Reaction/Liveblogging Part 2! (Feat. I Just Remembered How Bad I Am At Video Games)

ayy first audio log! I like how you can actually take them with you now instead of having to Stand there to listen

RIP Joey you will not be missed

oh boy Butcher Gang poster, immediately makes me think of that scene in Chapter 3 w the jumpscaFUCK

oh god he actually has 3D intestines hanging out now…and his arm stump has a bone sticking out of it..

(Ngl I’m kinda sad that they got rid of Piper’s plunger leg…the metal pegleg is cool n all but personally I feel like having that bit of silliness in his design actually Adds to the creep factor?? Like it reminds you that these guys are supposed to be cartoon villains, they’re meant to be “evil” in a harmless n goofy way, not mindlessly trying to rip you apart…but I digress)

BAD BUD LOUIS

Once again, BIG fan of how you can go back and view all of your collectibles in the menu, this is a massive boon for my ADHD ass who wants to know All The Lore but usually has to resort to the Wiki for transcripts n stuff

Am I tripping or does this layout feel familiar…?

IT DOES

Bird?? There’s actual animals in here now too?

HEYYY CHARLEY

ok that slow mo moment was actually sick as hell

sir brush your damn TEETH, I can smell your halitosis clear through the screen

I don’t trust like that, there’s only one way in n out of this room, where is he hiding–

AUDREY NEEDS SNACK

OH HEY WHO’S THIS

Gotta say the animations look a tad Off somehow but still IT’S MY GAL

“I have a wolf” ma’am I’m pretty sure that’s your husband 

These toons sure do love their offscreen teleportation huh

Holy WOW this place is an absolute MAZE, this little back hallway just keeps Going--

MY OWN REFLECTION JUMPSCARED ME HDKDJX

Oh Audrey...😭

Shrine? Bendy shrine?? Ah nvm it's just Willie Boy

Real "BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING" vibes

ngl I totally thought Barley was opening that door to attack me and my dumb ass immediately did a 180 and jumped right back down the ledge to get away jklfgjdf–

OK JUST PUNCH THRU THAT SHIT LIKE DOOMGUY

Oooh upgrade time

God I hate this corridor, what’s with the Ambience and all the weird organic-looking strings(?) hanging everywhere–

EDGAR CUTOUT!!!

I want to see my little boy~~OH GOD NEVER MIND NO I DON’T

I’ve never heard of ami bourguignonne before but now I really wanna try it

Joey you cheap bastard lmao

Mmm trash can snacks

[Two hour break for dinner + (sparingly) watching letsplays bc I had No Idea where to go next n didn't realize that there's an open gate at the end of the room]

Oh NOW Audrey starts doing the Protagonist Monologue to herself jddkhxd

YUP CALLED IT, we gotta loot that guy's corpse for the Gent pipe (still not sure if they'll turn out to be Porter though)

MY GAME LAGGED I CAN’T TELL WHAT’S HAPPENING OR WHERE IT CAME FROM BUT IM GETTING MY ASS BEATEN

Oh I see. They’re in the ceilings.

Oh god I hate stealth in horror games

Time to crouchwalk Literally Everywhere

Is this guy…a health inspector who got inked? and he thinks he’s still doing his job?

OH JESUS THAT LAUGHTER-

DUDE SOUNDS WAY TOO HAPPY ABOUT BASHING MY SKULL IN

*cue me mixing up the Jump and Sprint buttons in my panic and unintentionally LEAPING over the counter*

welp I’m dead

……….so That’s what those Linker(?) pipe things are for. Grand.

[the-firebird69]

OZZY OSBOURNE - "Mama, I'm Coming Home" (Official Video) This seems to be in the future sometime and I think it is and he's saying that the car is the giveaway and it's from Mad Max and he is saying he is coming home and it is not good he means something bad and he's going to become Vader and try and be the invader to try and come and capture me and he's wearing part of the costume and used to see me around and then I disappeared and he was calling me mama is not right it's not like he knows where his mom and dad or something man it's not really accurate but he's insisting on it and he is saying the Times have changed and things like that and it's giving it away for some reason almost as if he's telling people that he can't stand it anymore and that he probably shouldn't be doing it but that's not what he's saying and they do leave and they take the car and they make a stupid truck out of it and it becomes a nightmare and they are trying to run the plan and somebody moves Cheyenne away because they won't stop fighting over it the whole complex gets relocated and there's nothing there and it's coming up pretty soon but my husband's putting this up here and it's a warning about the pseudo empire they have a lot of ships and they are going to turn on the little Venus where I am and that's what he's saying thanks for the heads up

Hera

Zues

Olympus

nd it is not for their ears i say it mean it.  im tired things are aweful im h er boy and not yours no but ok.  and i say this you cannto create life and let it go.and no im not new here. tons doe it and abuse ppl much worse. and see it not really there and more like teh son of lori. oh ok. that is true but i go to see mama not mother.  though she did teach me.  and is my mother.  i am going to try for Hera and you cant stop me and he says others will stop you up there.  with ease. and it is not true...and why not... we hault their progress...and so.  not all of you will try and oh. no. 

ozzie

ozsbourne

you try and your dead stan

ma daddy she plans to move we ty then and after not before. your just as bad and nuts as trump

no imnot ok am. so hwat im a nutcase we are all nuts here

stan

no we are not your insane. mean and  onry need out you shall ok you shall

mac daddy and you mean lori too  you fag

we needed this it is hatered of us for it.  and all.  but we do get it. they move off the ore. and ok. makes sense.  so. we want her to use and he is useful no.  we do it wrong.  so what we need it.

sherry

ok your a nut job too and belong in youir own insitiutions you locked me in.  fn nuts

Zues

we see ittoo are nuts.  and out soon. after a few hours of combat they say it now.  need it now and more. f this they are spent

Hera

they are like Trump in there seeing people at them in a different way and they can't handle it and they're saying a lot of stuff and they're trying to do a lot of things and they're going to get hurt right now they're trying to plan to try and go to Venus they are going to direct their fleet to and Star Wars will begin and rebels actually start fighting the pseudo empire in space more so and it's true they've been just trying to get there but BJA is going to stop stand at this time. And he has given orders to his ships they're supplying resupplying feeling manning up and they're going to do it because Washington and Oregon BC Upper Michigan and Maine are his main facilities and they are being attacked and about three times the force of other spaces and places And they are down to 60% of what they were and they're calling their people to regroup and they are going to try and grab Harrah and some sort of main objective.  These people are very very sick and disgusting to our son there's too many of them and we need to annihilate them we need to at least get rid of their.... we need to at least get rid of their fleets they'll try and pull ships out and get butchered in a large way and that's what needs to happen. Some really gross rude **** they do and their morons it's upsetting it's so stupid you don't get anything out of it you **** **** 'cause you don't do anything right we're sick of you. I want to make sure you can wiped out

Thor Freya

There comes a time in someone's life where they have to understand that some people they knew are dead to them and very dead stan is one of them and I want him gone and Trump needs to leave permanently I want Savage Oprah's I want you to want it savage O press and I want you to finish them I don't want your mother to be stressed or in fear of these idiotic moronic goons anymore. What they're saying to me is so damned rude and obscene they need to be wiped from the earth all of their seed and egg completely destroyed I want you to get with Frank Castle and hard castle and Duke Nukem blockbuster and discuss what to do and go to Thor and Freya and get all permissions you need to get as many battle groups together to wipe these stupid **** **** out very quickly and false flag the living crap out of them get rid of the other morons it is just disgustingly insulting have this stupid friggin worm sit there saying that **** ****. I know how my brother felt too it's ridiculous you have to be wiped out with this stupid **** attitude someone has one person on Earth and you want to take her away. You don't have any right to you have no right to hold me here you have no right to my life in any way uncle Frank you're full of **** if anything happens sure I'm gonna take what you care about you stupid piece of crap I'm a jammer skull up your **** same with this stupid **** **** trump sarah skulls gonna go right up your **** **** you keep this **** up you **** ****.

Zues

we adhere to it now

Thor Freya

Olympus