#chosen hansen

[littlemissbigears]

Chosen Characters as songs from my Chosen vibes playlist ✨part 5✨

Waving Through A Window from Dear Evan Hansen

Man in Room 39 by The Arcadian Wild

You Will Be Found from Dear Evan Hansen

Found/Tonight by Ben Platt and Lin-Manuel Miranda

Disappear from Dear Evan Hansen

Wake Up Sleeper by Austin French

The New Song of Trumpkin by Sarah Sparks

Eustace Scrubb by Sarah Sparks

The Graduate by The Arcadian Wild

The Anthem of Mr. Dark by The Arcadian Wild

Kaleidoscope by A Great Big World

Dead Man (Carry Me) by Jars Of Clay

Long Way Home by Steven Curtis Chapman

I Hate It Here by Taylor Swift

This Is Me from The Greatest Showman

Words Fail from Dear Evan Hansen

History Has Its Eyes on You from Hamilton

Pale Moonlight by The Gray Havens

Pompeii by Bastille

Ghost of a King by The Gray Havens

Eurus by The Oh Hellos (channeling that Zealot energy here)

Who’s Afraid of Little Old Me? by Taylor Swift

REVIVAL ANTHEM by Rend Collective

SING IT FROM THE SHACKLES by Rend Collective

Which Witch by Florence + The Machine

[holylulusworld]

Death or date? - Flufftober 12

Summary: Lloyd Hansen and you hate each other. More than once you tried to kill each other.

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Assassin!Reader

Warnings: assassins in love, enemies to lovers, mentions of killing people

Trope: enemies to lovers

A/N: This story was written for Horny Hoes Hootenanny hosted by @yenzys-lucky-charm and @sweater-daddiesdumbdork. I used the prompts:

🍁 enemies to lovers

🍁 the villain/monster has feelings (or thots) for you

🍁 "Wait, what do you mean you kinda like me?"

Kinktober vs Flufftober 2024

He’s done. Just done. You stole yet another kill. Lloyd is pacing back and forth in front of the monitors at the command center. His expensive loafers squeak on the floor as he tries to fathom that you were, once again, faster than his whole team.

“I should just hire her!” He yells at his team over the earpiece. “How hard is it to shoot a target? Why do I pay you? I should just do it myself!”

Lloyd rips the earpiece out of his ear and drops it to the ground, stomping on it like an angry child.

Lloyd is panting heavily. The vein in his neck threatens to burst any moment. Because of you. Only you. The nemesis pissing in his cornflakes. The thorn in his side. The only wanking material getting him hard lately.

“Fine, I give up,” he grunts and kicks imaginary stones. “She wins.”

You chuckle when you see the newest message on your phone is from your chosen nemesis. Lloyd mustache-enthusiast Hansen.

That fucker ruined mission after mission, always killing your target first.

You paid him back the sneaky way by paying one of his confidants. They give you all the information you’ll need to finish Lloyd’s mission before he can even lift a finger.

“Let’s see what he wants. Maybe more insults or offers to kill me…”

Mustache Dude: I’m done fooling around. Let’s take each other out.

You stare at the message, blinking a few times. He can’t mean… no way. That's impossible.

Well, fuck it. You only live once. Before you can chicken out, you reply…

Sexy Bitch: Hansen, are you talking about a date or death? 🍸 I’m getting mixed signals here.

Lloyd stares at your message for a brief moment. Did he mean what he wrote? Did he stoop so low? He huffs, but eagerly replies.

Mustache Dude: It’s up to you. I’m cool with either solution. I just gotta fit it into my schedule. So, tell me a date and a time…

You snort at his reply. It didn’t take him ten seconds to answer.

Sexy Bitch: Okay, surprise me… You can choose a date and time. 🍹🔪 No matter what, you'll pay for the drinks…

Sending your reply, you smirk. Whatever Lloyd Hansen is up to, you’ll be prepared.

Mustache Dude: Friday, 9 pm sharp. The place where we first met. Wear something nice. Red preferable. I like red. 💃

You don’t reply and leave Lloyd hanging. Shutting off your phone, you debate whether to meet up with the annoying bastard or not…

Lloyd looks around the empty restaurant. He rented the whole fucking place only to meet up with you. If you are up to dinner, you’ve got the place for yourself. If you want to kill him, there will be fewer people to kill.

He looks at his watch, impatiently tapping his foot.

Lloyd looks around the restaurant, as you stride through the door at 9 pm sharp. You’re wearing a stunning red dress. Not short enough for Lloyd to see more than you want, but short enough to give him ideas.

Lloyd licks his lips. He looks at the bouquet of red roses in his right hand, while he hides his favorite combat knife behind his back.

“Hansen,” you coo while stepping closer to glance at the roses. “So, what will it be?” You ask, pointing your clutch at him. You’re hiding a knife behind your back and a gun in your clutch.

“Y/L/N,” he replies, eyes dropping to your cleavage. “Hmm…I kinda like you alive better. Even though, you paid one of my men to rat me out.”

“Wait, what do you mean you kinda like me?" You furrow your brows. “I thought this was a peace offering.”

“Oh, it is a peace offering. The night will end with my face between your legs, making amends for stealing your next kill.”

“We will see, Hansen.” You smirk and snatch the roses out of his hand before pressing your combat knife to his throat. “I hope that mouth can keep up with your sharp tongue. If not, I’ll consider killing you.”

[music-tourney]

All songs have been chosen for the 90s music tourney

Lithium by Nirvana

Rebel Girl by Bikini Kill

Ironic by Alanis Morrisette

She don't use Jelly by Flaming Lips

Iris by Goo Goo Dolls

What's Up by 4 non blondes

Peaches by Presidents of the United States

Criminal by Fiona Apple

Bitch by Meredith Brooks

Good Riddance (Time of your Life) by Green Day

… Baby One More Time by Britney Spears

Sober by TOOL

Breakfast at Tiffany's by Deep Blue Something

Wonderwall by Oasis

Love Fool by The Cardigans

baby got back by sir mix-a-lot

whatta man by salt n peppa

No Scrubs by TLC

Istanbul (Not Constantinople) by They Might Be Giants

Losing my Religion by REM

Fem in a Black Leather Jacket by Pansy Division

No Rain by Blind Melon

Friday I'm in Love by The Cure

Mr. Jones by Counting Crows

Californication by Red Hot Chili Peppers

Tubthumping by Chumbawamba

Zombie by Cranberries

Smooth By Santana Ft. Rob Thomas

One Week by Barenaked Ladies

Semi Charmed Life by Third Eye Blind

Kiss Me by Sixpence None the Richer

All Star by Smash Mouth

Buddy Holly by Weezer

My Heart Will Go On by Celine Dion

Genie in a Bottle By Christina Aguilera

Barbie Girl by Aqua

Spice up your life by Spice Girls

Steal My Sunshine By Len

Cannonball by the Breeders

Bittersweet Symphony by the Verve

What is Love By haddaway

Follow you down by Gin Blossom

Freedom by George Michael

Nothing Compares to You by Sinead o Connor

Around the World by Daft Punk

Laid by James

Possum Kingdom by Toadies

Flagpole Sitta by Harvey Danger

Only Happy When it Rains by Garbage

Bullet with Butterfly Wings by Smashing Pumpkins

Sunny Came Home by Shawn Colvin

Pepper by Butthole Surfers

Mother Mother by Tracy Bonham

Tim I wish you were born a girl by of Montreal

Voodoo by Godsmack

Mambo No. 5 by Lou Bega

Livin La Vida Loca by Ricky Martin

Just a Girl by No Doubt

Closer by Nine Inch Nails

California Live by Tupac

I will Always Love you by Whitney Houston

Give Me One Reason by Tracy Chapman

Good Day by Ice Cube

Gin and Juice by Snoop Dogg

Dragula by Rob Zombie

My Name is by Eminem

You Get What You Give by New Radicals

No Diggity by Blackstreet

Loser by Beck

pretty fly (for a white guy) by the offspring

What's my Age Again by Blink-182

I want it that way by the Backstreet Boys

Intergalactic By the Beastie Boys

Two Princes by Spin Doctor

Killing in the Name by Rage Against the Machine

Girls and Boys by Blur

Where is my mind by the Pixies

Closing Time by Semisonic

Creep by Radiohead

Say My Name by Destiny's Child

Jump Around by House of Pain

Check the Rhime by A Tribe Called Quest

November Rain by Guns n Roses

The Distance by CAKE

Every You, Every Me by Placebo

The Sign by Ace of Base

Vogue by Madonna

Don't Let Go (Love) by En Vogue

Mm Bop by Hansen

Believe By Cher

Mo Money, Mo Problems by Notorious BIG

Gold Soundz by Pavement

The Rain (Supa Dupa Fly) by Missy Elliot

Common People by Pulp

Doll Parts by Hole

Gangsta's Paradise by Coolio

[deliciousangelfestival]

Let Me Love You - 8 || End

Character: college!Bucky x Female!Reader

Summary: On a mysterious, rainy night, Bucky witnesses a distressing encounter involving his crush.

Chapter 1 , Chapter 2 , Chapter 3 , Chapter 4 , Chapter 5 , Chapter 6 , Chapter 7 , Chapter 8.

Main Masterlist || support: Ko-fi

Thank you to everyone who has read this chapter. Please let me know what your thoughts are. I'd love to hear your feedback. Thank you once again.

You only muttered a noncommittal "hmm" when you heard your father's words. Matthew, on the other side of the phone, could only sigh.

Before the divorce, you would chat with him, sharing your thoughts and feelings. But now, your responses were short and distant: "I'm fine," "Yeah," "No," and "Thanks."

"I'm sorry. It's all because of my mistakes," Matthew said, his voice heavy with regret.

'That's right,' you thought bitterly, your grip tightening around the phone.

Matthew's voice softened, filled with a sadness you couldn't ignore. "Don't think about it. Get some rest."

You nodded silently, even though he couldn't see you, feeling the emotional chasm between you both widen further.

After ending the call with your father, you felt lonely. Just then, your phone buzzed with a message from Bucky: "Good night."

Despite the earlier conversation, a small smile tugged at your lips, a warmth spreading through you. Bucky's simple message felt like a lifeline, a reminder that someone cared.

🎓

The next day, you felt a knot of nervousness in your stomach as you stepped onto the university campus. The thought of facing everyone, especially after the recent events, was daunting.

Bucky was beside you, his presence a comforting anchor in your anxiety. He glanced at you, noticing the tension in your expression.

"Hey," he said gently, "you've got this. I'm here with you."

You gave him a small, grateful smile, trying to draw strength from his support. "Thanks, Bucky. I don't know what I'd do without you."

He nodded, his eyes full of reassurance. "You don't have to worry about that. You're not alone in this."

While walking to class, you and Bucky noticed that nobody even glanced your way. It seemed like everyone was absorbed in their phones, gasping and starting animated discussions.

Suddenly, a cheering scream erupted from afar. You looked around, puzzled. "Something to celebrate?" you asked, glancing at Bucky.

Steve joined both of you, a wide grin on his face. "It's for the football team. Especially Ari." He held out his phone, showing you the photos.

You gasped, your eyes widening as you read the article.

"They chose Ari Levinson instead of Lloyd," said Steve. The headline and accompanying photos detailed the unexpected turn of events.

Bucky leaned in to get a better look, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise. "Wow, that's a big change. I wonder what happened."

The campus football team had two standout players: Lloyd Hansen and Ari Levinson.

Lloyd was the main star, possessing a charisma that the camera loved. He thrived in the spotlight, his confident demeanor drawing attention on and off the field.

In contrast, Ari preferred quiet, shying away from the limelight. Despite his reserved nature, his skills on the field were undeniable.

But how did such a sudden change occur when everyone knew Lloyd was the chosen one?

You remembered what your father had said the previous night.

Reaching for your phone, you called him. "Dad?"

Matthew answered, his voice calm yet firm. "No one will underestimate you this time."

Unbeknownst to you, your father was at the campus, standing in the headmaster's office with the football coach and Lloyd. He looked out from behind the blinds, looking at you from afar.

Matthew ended the call and turned his attention to Lloyd, who sat with his head down, looking pale and defeated.

Matthew stepped closer, his voice low and stern. "Is this how you repay me? You promised to protect my daughter."

Lloyd clenched his fist, his knuckles white with tension. He knew Matthew's history as a former NFL player and the football coach at their previous high school. He had never anticipated that Matthew had the power to derail his path to the professional league.

Matthew's presence was imposing, a silent reminder of his authority.

It was Matthew who had trained Lloyd and provided the recommendation that helped him secure the scholarship. Some called him biased since Lloyd was dating his daughter, but as long as Lloyd made you happy and showed big potential, Matthew was willing to support him.

But now, this kid had cheated on his daughter. This sinful mistake reminded Matthew of his own past missteps.

He decided to teach Lloyd a valuable lesson. Not everything could go as he planned.

Matthew adjusted his jacket buttons and looked at Lloyd with a steely gaze. "You're good. Keep training. Perhaps another team will scout you."

With that, he turned and left the room, leaving Lloyd to ponder the gravity of his actions and the consequences they had brought upon him.

Lloyd clenched his fists, frustration boiling as he punched his knees in anger. His life felt crumbling before his eyes, all because of that woman.

Where the heck was she now?

Nicky stood in the bustling airport, a knot of anxiety tightening in her stomach. She had paid the hacker to erase her digital footprint, to free herself from the consequences of her actions. Yet, despite her efforts, an ominous sense of impending doom lingered in the air.

As she went to the priority lounge, her phone buzzed with an incoming call. With trembling hands, she answered, her voice barely above a whisper. "Hi, Dad."

The voice on the other end was filled with disappointment and anger. "You still brave enough to talk? You idiot. I thought you had quit from those bullying things. Your mistakes will ruin the company."

Nicky gasped, feeling the weight of her father's words like a physical blow.

"I've received the files of your bad deeds," her father continued, accusing. "What the heck is wrong with you, Nicky?"

Desperation flooded Nicky's senses as she tried to find the right words to explain. "Dad... wait. I can explain—"

But her father's voice cut through her protestations. "You want to leave the country. Good. Don't ever come back."

The line went dead, leaving Nicky feeling as though her world had crumbled around her. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as she struggled to process the magnitude of her father's words.

As if on cue, the cashier at the priority lounge interrupted her thoughts with a grim announcement. "Miss, your credit card has been declined."

Nicky's heart sank further, the realization hitting her like a ton of bricks. Everything she had planned, her escape from the consequences of her actions, was slipping through her fingers.

Nicky wondered who had orchestrated this downfall and who had made such an effort to help Y/N.

It was all because of Bucky.

He had chosen an investigation team to find out, just as he had predicted. And the culprit was none other than Nicky herself.

Instead of resorting to public humiliation, Bucky had chosen a different path—blackmail. He understood the power dynamics at play, knowing that hitting Nicky where it hurt the most—her privileged lifestyle and her father's reputation—would be the most effective form of punishment.

Nicky had always been a spoiled princess, shielded from the consequences of her actions by her doting father. But now, with her pillars of support crumbling around her, she was left vulnerable and exposed.

Bucky remained at the university, orchestrating events from behind the scenes. He calculated his moves carefully, knowing that Nicky's downfall would have far-reaching consequences.

As Nicky's world began to crumble, Bucky couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. Justice had been served, and he had played a crucial role in ensuring that the truth came to light.

Karma has hit her like a ton of bricks.

🏈

After the aftermath, you resumed attending classes like usual. However, you couldn't help but notice Lloyd's somber demeanor as he walked through the halls like a mere shadow of his former self. It tugged at your heartstrings, prompting you to take action.

A few days later, as you and Bucky walked side by side, you unexpectedly crossed paths with Lloyd. This time, there was a subtle shift in his demeanor. As he drew closer, he whispered a heartfelt "Thank you."

A small smile graced your lips in response.

The reason behind Lloyd's gratitude stemmed from your intervention. You had reached out to your father, pleading for Lloyd to be given a second chance. Lloyd received an offer from another team.

You understood that everyone makes mistakes, especially in their youth, and you couldn't bear to see Lloyd lose his passion and purpose.

Having grown up alongside Lloyd, you knew that football was more than just a game to him—it was his life and his dreams. If it were taken away from him, he would be left adrift, without direction or purpose.

So, you did what you could to help him reclaim his footing and pursue his aspirations once more.

You couldn't bear the thought of being the one to crush his dreams, not after everything you and he had been through together.

It was the least you could do to offer him this final gift, a chance to reignite the fire within him and pursue his aspirations once more.

🎓

As time passed, graduation day finally arrived. The campus buzzed with excitement as every student donned their caps, gowns, and proudly held their diplomas.

Amidst the sea of graduates, you watched with pride as your boyfriend, Bucky, took the stage as the valedictorian to deliver his speech.

It was a moment of triumph, made even sweeter by the journey you both had taken together. Bucky's patience and unwavering support had finally won you over, and he now held a special place in your heart as your boyfriend.

Turning around, you spotted your parents sitting together in the crowd. Despite the awkwardness that lingered between them, you were grateful that they managed to put aside their differences for this important day.

Your gaze then shifted to Lloyd, who had undergone a noticeable transformation. Gone was his once-smug attitude, replaced by a newfound humility and maturity.

Though you only caught glimpses of him from afar, you couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for his growth, silently wishing him the best in his future endeavors.

And as for Nicky, rumors circulated that she was stuck in another country, working hard to find her way back home. While her fate remained uncertain, you couldn't help but hope that she would find redemption and a path forward.

As the ceremony drew close, you couldn't help but reflect on the tumultuous journey that had led you to this momentous day. From the heartbreak of discovering your first love's betrayal to the humiliation inflicted by his other girl, it had been a path fraught with pain and challenges.

Yet, amidst the darkness, there were glimmers of light—your father's unwavering support and the gentle presence of your new boyfriend, who was a beacon of sweetness and kindness in your life, like an angel sent from above.

Despite the trials and tribulations, you felt a sense of optimism. With the scars of the past serving as reminders of your strength and resilience, you looked towards the future with hope and determination.

Each step forward was a testament to your courage and resilience, and you knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you would face them head-on, guided by the love and support surrounding you.

-end-

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[sosa2imagines]

Blurbs for C.E characters giving their partners nicknames?

Thanks for the ask, I had fun writing this. ❤️

Warning - None, GN.

Steve Rogers- 'Doll'

Steve often called his partner 'doll' in a soft, loving tone, a constant reminder of the deep affection he held for you.

The nickname was more than just a term of endearment; it encapsulated the way he saw you - resilient, beautiful, and an embodiment of strength.

From quiet, stolen moments of affection to public, heartfelt declarations, Steve's use of the nickname was a testament to the depth of his love and respect for his partner.

It was a nickname born from the bond you both shared, a symbol of the trust and tenderness that defined your relationship.

The endearing nickname was one that held a special place in Steve's heart as it reminded him of the simplicity and sweetness of a bygone era.

Each time he used the nickname, it was with a warm and soft smile on his lips.

Modern Steve Rogers- "Baby Doll'

(Modern) Steve had a habit of calling his partner 'baby doll' in a soft, gentle tone, his voice always tinged with affection and tenderness.

The nickname, 'baby doll', was a term of endearment that Steve had chosen specifically for his partner. It was a reflection of the way he saw you- beautiful, vulnerable, and deserving of all the love and care in the world.

Whether he was talking to you in private or addressing you in public, the name carried a weight of endearment that was uniquely his. Whenever Steve referred to his partner as 'baby doll,' it was with a warm smile and possessiveness.

The word 'baby doll' rolled off his tongue effortlessly. It was a pet name that held a special place in the dynamic of your relationship, one that he used often and with great affection and authority.

Each time he called you 'baby doll,' it was a silent declaration of his love and devotion, a reminder of the tenderness and protectiveness he felt towards you.

Dark Steve Rogers- 'Angel'

Whenever he referred to you as 'angel', there was always an undercurrent of possessiveness in his tone.

It was a sign of the twisted sense of ownership he had over you, a term of endearment steeped in a sense of power and domination.

In his mind, you were not just his partner, but his 'angel', a vulnerable and submissive being that he had complete control over.

Each time he called you 'angel', it was a reminder of the dark and possessive nature of your relationship.

You were an Angel made especially and only for him. 'Angel' was more than just a pet name for him.

It was a word that symbolized his twisted perception of her as his possession and property.

Whenever he spoke to you, the tone of his voice was always laced with a mixture of possessiveness and mockery, a subtle reminder of the power dynamic in your relationship.

He used the term with a hint of menace and control, relishing in the way it made you submit to him.

Lloyd Hansen- 'Sugar'

It was a term of endearment that he used often, a reminder of the sweet and playful side he hid beneath his ruthless and dangerous exterior.

Whenever he called you 'sugar', whether in a soft whisper or a teasing tone, there was a hint of warmth and affection in his voice. It was a stark contrast to his usual callous demeanor, a side of him that only you were privy to.

You were the only sweetness in his bitter life. 'Sugar' was a pet name that seemed at odds with the cold and calculating side of Lloyd. It was a word that contradicted his usual harshness and ruthlessness.

Yet, each time he called you 'Sugar,' it was with a tenderness that was only reserved for you.

Whether he was in a good mood or a bad one, the usage of the term 'Sugar' was a way for Lloyd to express a part of himself that he kept hidden from the rest of the world.

You were the only one who could bring out that softer side in him.

Andy Barber- 'Sweetheart'

The term 'sweetheart' was not just a pet name. It was a reflection of the deep love and affection he had for you. Whether he was in a public setting or in the privacy of their home, Andy would use 'sweetheart' as a term of endearment, his voice always laced with a hint of tenderness and care.

You were his sweetheart, the one who held a special place in his heart. The use of the term 'sweetheart' was a small but significant way for Andy to express his love for his partner. It was a word that was reserved solely for you, a reminder of the special bond you both shared.

Whenever he spoke to you, there was an underlying hint of protectiveness and adoration in his voice. He used 'sweetheart' not just as a term of endearment but as a way to remind you, just how much he valued you.

You were his sweetheart, and he would go to any lengths to protect, love, and treasure you.

Ari Levinson- 'Bub'

It was a term of endearment that oozed warmth and affection, a reminder of the protective and caring nature Ari.

Whenever he called you 'Bub', there was a hint of tenderness in his voice, a quiet yet fierce protectiveness that spoke volumes about how much he loved you. Whether you were in a quiet moment together or surrounded by others, Ari would use 'Bub' as a way to express his love for you.

You were his 'bub', the one who meant the most to him in the world.

The use of the term 'Bub' was a way for Ari to show his softer side, a side of him that was rarely seen by others. It was a reminder of the love and care he had for his partner, a pet name that was exclusive to your relationship.

He would use 'Bub' not just in private, but also in public, a declaration to the world of the bond you both shared. 'Bub' was a term always filled with affection and tenderness.

You were his 'bub,' the one who had captured his heart completely.

Ransom Drysdale- 'Cupcakes'

It was a term of endearment that was both sweet and a bit cheeky, a reflection of his playful and sometimes immature nature.

Whenever he called you 'Cupcakes,' there was a hint of mischief in his voice, a hint of the boyish charm he couldn't quite shake off. Whether he was trying to tease you or showering you with affection, 'Cupcakes' was a term he would often use, a pet name that was unique to the relationship.

You were his 'Cupcakes' - sweet, tempting, and always a little

Ransom enjoyed using 'Cupcakes' as a nickname for you because it was a reflection of his own sweet tooth and the way you made him feel – sweet, indulgent, and irresistibly delicious.

Whenever he called you 'Cupcakes' with a wicked grin, there was an underlying hint of affection. He would use it not just in private moments, but also when others were around, a public declaration of his affection for you.

And a statement that you belong to him.

[babyjakes]

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about the event | eun hosts a private practice blurb night for the month of march 2024!

dates and times | requests will be accepted over two weeks, from mon. march 11th to sat. march 23rd. the event will begin at 12pm cst on sat. march 23rd.

submission guidelines | the theme of this event is eun's new medfet au, private practice! check out the private practice au masterlist to find out more about the characters. more detailed requests are more likely to be chosen. please make sure your submission follows eun’s general request guidelines. please include the following in your request:

the doctor of your choice (levinson for nondark or soft!dark, hansen for truer dark) a nurse or specialist to assist a medfet theme or scenario medfet and other kink elements you'd like included a daddy!character for reader (if relevant)

looking for medfet inspo? | eun's providing a list of ideas below the cut!

medfet prompts.

gynecology: exams, screenings, procedures orgasmic and sexual functioning: pleasure response testing, orgasm trials, forced orgasm therapy, toleration of penetration deviance and behavior: refusal to orgasm, breaking no touch/play rules, general brattiness/defiance medical bondage: restraints, dental gags, drugging/sedation watersports: holding kink, forced wetting/release, diaper play, catheter play medical tools and devices: injections, sexual enhancement drugs and topicals, dilators, speculum, thermometers, suction devices, vibrators, swabs and brushes, "penetration" (fucking) machines, response testing equipment, plugs general medical supplies: exam tables and chairs, scrubs, lighting, gloves, masks, machinery regression elements: being examined/inspected, surrendering control, being good for daddy and/or the doctor, sex as a regressive technique specific to andy's character: aftercare elements, trouble/help with regressing, providing comfort through exams/procedures specific to pete's character: bondage and medfet inventions, testing new equipment and treatments on patients

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hi there! we're a p-did system, and figured it might be nice to try and find a sense of community somewhere, so why not try here? we've had suspicions for a while but consistently gaslit ourselves into thinking otherwise– this is our first time accepting that this in fact a likely reality and are self identifying as plural until we can get in to see a psych to confirm. we use i/me and we/us rather interchangeably for the most part and to the best of my knowledge as the host we're all okay with they/them pronouns but some of us have other pronouns we also use! now, a few rules or general topics to cover real quick:

• we are not here to engage in syscourse, we aren't professionals or doctors, it's simply not our place.

• we do not mind (pro)endos interacting, we have chosen to remain neutral on this stance as, again, we are not professionals or doctors, not our place.

• we don't tolerate hate speech or bullying, if anyone is commenting such things on our posts they will be swiftly blocked.

• we would prefer that no one under the age of 16 (bodily) interacts in dms or anything unless they need some help or support, we are 19 bodily, so we just want everyone to be safe! any ages are welcome on this page, however almost all of us do swear and have a dark sense of humor, so keep this in mind!

• we love introjects/fictives! for who we know of rn, a lot of our system is fictives, not everyone to be clear, but we've always found great comfort in different forms of media, so we assume our brain split some of the characters we resonated with the most and still continues to do so sometimes!

with all of that out of that out of the way, a brief intro to the alters as we know ourselves!

FIZZ

they/them, key-host (rarely leaves front, most others blend with or co-host with me), potential helluva boss fictive but this is unclear, i may have just stolen my name from it!

CONNOR

he/him/they/them, emotional protector, fronts occasionally, mostly during times of stress, but sometimes just when he wants to. dear evan hansen fictive.

RIFF

he/him/they/them, protector, possible gatekeeper, second most frequent fronter so far, has a typing quirk, generally pretty caring but can definitely be stubborn and sarcastic. west side story fictive.

LESTAT

he/him/they/them, role unclear, hasn't fronted for a while, tends to use french terms and a fancier vocabulary. iwtv fictive.

DALE

he/him/they/them, role unclear, rarely fronts, not very confident but extremely sweet, wants the best for everybody. newsreader fictive.

V1

they/them/it/its, persecutor, co-con frequently but unlikely to fully front, harsh, does not like others, does not care to communicate with others. they have not shared their name, thus the placeholder name of V1.

ROSALIE / V2

she/her/they/them, possible caretaker, she doesn't front frequently, we don't know much about her, very sweet and motherly. name is assumed.

V3

she/her/they/them, role unclear, pretty chill personality from what we know, hasn't fronted much, first one to inspire me to make a picrew for her, hoping to have a name soon.

P

she/her/they/them, little – role unclear, we do not plan to share too much info on her, she fronts occasionally, and absolutely loves jellyfish and ham.

ART

he/him/they/them, role not yet discovered, he's relatively new, we think he split due to recent events that caused significant duress, but he's shown up when the paranoia hits some. pretty chill so far, but extremely tired. challengers fictive.

we follow from @artsracquet !

that's about all we have for right now, but we hope to meet some fellow plurals and cannot wait to find some community here!

~ fizz

[lloydssluts]

Lloyd Hansen Writing Challenge

Welcome to the Lloyd Hansen Writing Challenge, hosted by the Lloyd Hansen server.

About 2 years ago, we got our first taste of Lloyd Hansen through Netflix’s trailers. From then on, we were hooked. To celebrate this anniversary, we invite writers to join our challenge and create their own Lloyd Hansen fics!

This challenge is 18+ ONLY. Minors are not allowed to engage in any way, shape, or form. It is open to everyone—not just members of our server, although we encourage you to join us if you haven’t already.

All fics will be about Lloyd Hansen. We do not allow incest (stepcest is permitted), underage, or scat play. Fics should be reader inserts* and as inclusive as possible. Any genre (dark, smut, angst, fluff) is allowed. *For any other specifications or adjustments, reach out to one of the mods or send an ask. This is not a strict requirement.

There is no word count requirement. However, you must use a “read more” break, no matter the length. Use appropriate warnings.

The deadline for the challenge is July 22nd, 2024. This is not a strict deadline at all!

You will choose a dialogue that the character has said in the film and transform it from the original context. Certain prompts are open to changing as long as you note that somewhere. Once you’ve chosen a prompt and sent us an ask with it, it will be crossed off from the list. Prompts are on a first-come, first-serve basis! You can select up to 5 prompts.

Need feedback or advice? Feel free to message either one of the mods (@hansensgirl or @cuttlefjsh), or visit our server to discuss your fic with other members.

TAG YOUR FICS WITH THE TAG #Lloyd Hansen Server WC24

Happy writing!

Asterisks + ‘[…]’ indicates a prompt is open for change.

Should we try again?

Boring.

“Mostly, it’s loss which teaches us about the worth of things.” That’s Arthur Schopenhauer. He was a German philosopher, a pessimist. He saw the value in suffering.

Damn it. Phones on silent when I’m working, please.

Still just flirting. But… [...] getting there. *

Well, no one goes to Harvard to play football.

I like to be the exception. What’s up?

Gimme a name.

Could be fun.

Well, I’m gonna need a full green light on this one. Open checkbook.

I’d rather you punch me in the dick.

We’ll find somebody [...] loves and squeeze. *

Have I ever done you wrong, [...]? *

Professionally maybe. Lloyd Hansen, Hansen Government Services.

Aw, does it? Good.

You know my work. That’ll make this next part a lot easier.

You know what makes me sad, [...]? *

Five and a half.

Who likes cats?

Let’s talk about the mess your [...] made. *

Oh, [...] made a big one. And judging by your shallow breathing and puckered asshole*, I can only assume you know why I’m here.

But see, that’s the beauty of the private sector. I don’t care about reasons.

My guess is you’re helping [...] already. So this shouldn’t put too much of a dent in your day. *

But your file, well, that’s chock-full of nuggets, some of which might make you rethink your fussy attitude.

You gonna answer it?

Hey, sunshine. Lloyd Hansen here. I’m the one running this op.

The one where I get exactly what I want.

Okay, that’s fair. Well, why don’t you come on in, and we can chat? My assistant will get lunch. You like sushi?

Well, I’m glad we’re on the same page.

Looks like you need a new phone.

Don’t say “preternatural” to me. It’s an asshole word.

And that, [...], is exactly what bad ethics and zero impulse control will get you. *

I can kill anybody.

Well, we’ll see.

We need to ground in *Vienna.

How do you feel about your license?

Who’s up for some *Tafelspitz?

Hey, sunshine.

What gave it away?

Ballsy.

Nice try, pumpkin.

What size shoe are you?

Can someone get me a Vicodin, please?

On the run, scared shit less.

You know all those rules you guys are always trying to work your way around? They don’t mean dick to me.

Shut up and go sit in the corner.

Oh. How about that?

Forget about the Vicodin.

That’ll do, pig. That’ll do.

Goldilocks, would you be a lamb and excuse us?

Shhh. Please.

Now, whatever I just did to your *ears, it’s not even torture. I just made it up on the spot. Just came to me. And that’s how this is gonna go.

Should we try again?

Maybe we should get the *girl back in here.

Well, that was unexpected.

Make him dead.

My God, how hard is it to shoot somebody?

What I do can’t be taught.

You know what I love about you?

Yahtzee.

No, success qualifies as success.

You wanna make an omelette, you gotta *kill some people.

You know, in English, we call this a *happy ending. However, if you say one more word, you may not see it that way.

Lock everything down.

Get me eyes on the bridge.

You’re making me destroy a historic building here!

Wait! Please don’t shoot! Look what you did to my hand.

Give me that, you little shit.

Now you pick those feet up, or you’re gonna get dead real quick.

Now, listen. You shut up, and you don’t move.

Now, I’m gonna stop you right there, cupcake.

What do you say we wrap this up?

I mean, I’m having a blast, but it’s way past the kid’s bedtime, don’t you think?

You’re gonna throw me that gun, or the little one gets a new face. *

It’s really a shame this isn’t gonna work out between us.

Now normally, at this point in the night, I wouldn’t be sticking around.

With the house lights about to come on, I’d find a desperate, ugly chick to lick my wounds and split, but you have been a pebble in my shoe since the very beginning.

And now I just don’t think I can walk away.

Guess what I’m thinking right now.

I think I’m better than you.

Still getting used to it.

Let’s see if these moves fuck.

[xcaptain-winterx]

Hiii I saw that your requests are open. Can I request a drabble or oneshot of LJ’s first birthday? Thank youuu also I love your writing 🫶🏼

Superstar

dad!Lloyd Hansen x sunshine

summary: LJ’s first birthday

warnings: fluff, slight suggestive stuff, poop, tears, Lloyd, baby

a/n: English is not my first language, meaning you will probably find a lot of misspelling etc.

Main Masterlist Daddy Sociopath Masterlist

“Ouch” Lloyd says, pulling his hand to his chest, looking at the spatula in your hand “that hurt”.

You roll your eyes at him with a smirk before continuing making the cake, “I told you that you can’t eat the cake batter”. Lloyd huffs and sits down on the counter opposite from you. He watches you stirring the pot while swinging his legs.

A pout forms on his lips ���But why? You already made two cakes, Sunshine. Can I just have a little taste, please?”. You slightly turn your head to see Lloyd giving you his best puppy dog look, trying to convince you to give him some.

“Lloyd, you will get to eat some cake later. Not now. Also, eating raw cake batter is not good for you” you say as you pour the batter in the cake form.

A groan leaves Lloyd’s mouth, and he dramatically lets his upper body lay down on the counter. He just wants some cake. Normally, he only gets that dramatic when he doesn’t get a taste of you.

“We used to eat raw cake batter all the time at Harvard. Why can’t we now? That’s not fair” he says, jumping down from the counter. “I even promise to not smear some on your face”. Some hope is still in Lloyd that you give in.

At that you chuckle, “Sorry, Moonlight, but I don’t want to risk you getting sick or that something goes wrong with the cake”.

“Oh, come on” Lloyd says, opening the oven for you to put the cake in. “The other two cakes turned out good. A bit of missing batter wouldn’t have ruined the cake”. He closes the oven after you put it in before wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you back into his chest. You giggle when his mustache tickles the weak spot on your neck. He starts to sway from foot to foot with you in his arms. You lean your head back on his chest and close your eyes.

A smile plasters on Lloyd’s face. “Don’t worry” he begins, “everything is going to be perfect”. He places a soft kiss against your temple.

You give him a quiet sound of acknowledgment. “Everything has to be perfect”. If this day doesn’t go as planned, you could never forgive yourself for messing up. If someone else ruins this day, you will kill them. It’s not every day that your baby turns one.

It’s LJ’s first birthday, and you have been planning this day for a long time. You spend months deciding what theme it’s going to be, what cakes should be served, who will be there, the presents and more. You spend a month alone looking for the best five stars bakers to make cakes for that day. Lloyd thinks he has never seen you this mad when the baker you chosen said he didn’t have time that day. He may or may have not threatened to cut his balls off and make cake pops with them if he didn’t bake that cake.

Best husband.

The smile on your face when Lloyd told you that the baker just mixed up the dates and actually has time was something beyond happy.

Therefore Lloyd is that confused and mad that he can’t have some cake. So far you baked three cakes and more cake will be here shortly. He needs some sugar.

While you were spending months planning this birthday, Lloyd just stood next to you, letting you be in your fixation. For once, he didn’t get why you were making such a big deal. LJ was only 3 months old at the time, but perhaps it was also because he was scared to tell you to calm down. Obviously, he knows that the first birthday is somehow special, but overall it’s just a birthday. This doesn’t mean that he wouldn’t have made all of his staff decorate the whole place and spend thousand and million dollars on his son’s birthday presents. Lloyd just wouldn’t be that stressed about that day.

He would still kill anyone that dares to ruin this day.

The more the relationship with his son grew, the more he realized LJ deserves everything in this world and there is nothing he won’t do to make that possible. If one of the staff or his minions makes LJ cry, they can prepare to get their organs taken out and limbs cut off.

Lloyd is trying really hard to be dad of the year.

While he is trying to be dad of the year, he knows that mom of the year already goes to you. The title already belonged to you before LJ was even born.

A staff ruins Lloyd’s and yours moment as they walk in and inform you that the cakes are here. Lloyd groans again as you jump out of his arms and make your way to the kitchen on the first floor. He sends the staff a glare, making them almost piss themselves before following you.

When he comes downstairs, he already sees people bringing in cakes and decorating the place.

“Put those fucking balloons over there, shithead!” Lloyd screams as they hang some balloons near the food table. They quickly scramble around, moving the balloons. “Fucking idiots”.

Lloyd snatches a strawberry from the fruit table and pops it into his mouth, while taking in the scene. If Lloyd didn’t know what was going on, he would think the apocalypse was about to start. He’s almost 100% sure that you made them get all panicked by pressuring them. Though it could also be his heavily armed men standing at each window that are making them that nervous. Lloyd shrugs his shoulders. As long as they do their job it doesn’t concern him if they are close to passing out.

“Lloyd!”

He jumps up from where he is standing and jocks in your direction. You are standing in front of a table with furrowed brows.

“Yes, sunshine” he says, standing next to you, hands behind his back, “what’s the matter? Who do I need to kill?”. Lloyd leans over your shoulder, nose brushing over your cheek as he inhales your smell.

“Do you like the gold or silver stars more?” you say, not acknowledging his action. Lloyd rests his head on your shoulder before moving closer to the table. “The silver stars fits the blue aesthetic more and are more simple, but the problem is that simple is boring. The gold stars are more shiny and bring in a specific ‘wow’ effect, but they don’t match the aesthetic”.

One thing Lloyd will never get tired of is your look for the details. You could paint a portrait of him and won’t show him till you have every single freckle, beauty mark, hair, small scar on the canvas. Though, you don’t have to paint every single wrinkle.

“I like the gold ones. They scream more Hansen” Lloyd says with a cocky smirk.

You look at his choice before nodding and calling over the staff to hang the gold stars up. “If it weren’t for LJs birthday decoration, I would say your ego is showing again” you say, pointing to the staff in which places they should hang them up. Lloyd’s gasp jokingly and places his hand on his chest.

“Sunshine, that’s mean”

“It’s the truth, Moonlight” you say, “your ego is as big as your dick”. A gasp leaves your mouth as Lloyd suddenly grabs you and pulls you into his chest hard, not budging even as you try to get out of his right embrace.

“No no no, Mrs Hansen” he tuts with a low voice, “You know you can’t just talk about my big boy without any action”. Lloyd’s one hand moves to your ass and gives it a good squeeze, while his other hand takes your hand and brings it towards his covered member. “Sunshine”.

In quick motion Lloyd’s Hand on your ass moves to the back of your head and pulls you forward. Your second gasp gets muffled by his lips smacking against yours, teeth clashing together. Lloyd is full on making out with you, not caring about others watching you two. They can watch all they want. Lloyd couldn’t give a fuck less, as long as you’re not naked. He loves touching you in front of others, showing everyone that you belong to him and ONLY him. You’re his and his alone. You belong to him.

Lloyd walks forward, caging you in between the table and him. A simply move of Lloyd’s arm and you are sitting on the table with him between your legs. He grabs your legs and pulls you closer. Out of instinct, you wrap your legs around his waist.

It seems like Lloyd finally gets some attention from you.

Until both of your phones vibrate at the same time. You pull away from the kiss and Lloyd chases your lips, not being finished with the kiss. He needs another taste of your soft lips and peach flavored chapstick. Sadly though, he only gets to touch your finger, which you stopped him from kissing you again, while you pull out your phone and look at it. You open your phone and see that LJ woke up. Both you and Lloyd can check the cameras and will always get a notification when LJ starts to wake up.

“Looks like the Birthday boy is awake” you say and pat Lloyd’s shoulder as you stand up, giving Lloyd a little peck on the lips before he can grumble again. “You coming, daddy?”.

He smiles at the peck and you calling him that “Stop teasing me that much, Sunshine” Lloyd says tilting his head. He watches you giving him a sunny smile, feeling the warmth of your happiness consume him. Lloyd walks over to you and takes your hand in his one, interlocking your pinkies and kissing it. “Let’s wake up our boy” he says before walking with you upstairs to LJ’s nursery.

A big smile greats you as you open the door, two chubby fingers pointing at you two.

“Maaaaa” LJ says, giving a lopsided grin.

You feel Lloyd roll his eyes before moving towards his son. “Well good morning to you too, superstar” he says. He keeps on telling himself that LJ will eventually learn to say Dada, Dad, Daddy, Papa, hell, he would even be ok with LJ calling him Pops.

LJ raises his arms as his dad comes closer. Lloyd picks him up and tickles his little belly, resulting in LJ letting out high giggles and squeals.

“Happy Birthday, bubba!” you say, kissing his cheek. Lloyd smiles and gives him to you as LJ reaches for you. Ones in your arms, LJ immediately snuggles into the crock of your neck. Such a mama boy.

“You are already one now! Only six more years and I can legally show you how to shoot” Lloyd says cheerfully, but quickly shutting up when you send him a death glare, “Of course only when Mama allows it”.

“Which she won’t”

“Yes, what Mama says is law” Lloyd says, “but legally it would be allowed-“

“Lloyd”

“Yeah, you’re right, no weapons”

You give him a satisfied nod and Lloyd you a thump up. We need to appreciate, though, that Lloyd would have waited till LJ was legally allowed to do that. For a sociopath who’s a hitman and more, who doesn’t go by the law, this is a big thing. For ones, he would have followed the law.

You look in LJ’s eyes, smiling brightly, “I promise you will have the best birthday ever. We have some shiny lights and cake. Oh, and we can’t forget your presents, superstar”. LJ already claps his hands and wiggles out of excitement after you said shiny. “First, we need to get you ready though”.

A soft smile decorates Lloyd’s face as he makes his way towards LJ’s closet.

A knock fills the room before the door opens and one of the staff pops their head in.

“I-I’m so sorry to interrupt, Mr. and Mrs. Hansen, but we just got notified that the flowers won’t get delivered because the driver is sick” the staff stutters out in one go without taking a breath. They know that Mr. and the Mrs. won’t be happy about that. And well, they are scared that Mr. or Mrs. Hansen will cut off their head and send it to the company that were supposed to deliver the plants.

“What!” you and Lloyd say at the exact same time.

You hush LJ as he whines due to the loud noise, gently swaying him. Lloyd, on the other hand, doesn’t show any calmness in that situation and strikes towards the staff, making them hunch together.

“What do you mean by that?! That fucker can’t bring the flowers because his pathetic ass had to sneeze and immediately came to the conclusion that he was dying?!” Lloyd says through grit teeth, “I will cut that limp dicks face off and sew it back on backwards, then he will have some problems with his nose!”

“He has 104 F-“

“Do I look like I give a single fuck that this dick chocking piece of shit is dying of a fever?! No! Why can’t they send someone else, huh?!”

“They only have one dr-“

“I’ll blow their fucking company up and every single family member of the employees if the flowers aren’t here in the next 10 minutes!” Lloyd screams.

“I-I tell them that, M-Mr. Hansen” they say before quickly walking out, asking themself why they work here.

Lloyd’s face is red like the fuckers blood he killed at 2am, before he went to bed only to be woken up by you three hours later. A small whine makes his face fall and turn around to see LJ with teary eyes. His face quickly cools down as he walks over to the two of you.

“Oh, I’m sorry, junior. Dada didn’t mean to be that loud” Lloyd says softly, rubbing LJ’s back. If there is one thing LJ is scared of the most or hates is loud noises. If Lloyd wasn’t that loud, LJ would have probably even laughed because he loves seeing his dad put people in their place, especially while swearing. He may be a mama boy, but with his father’s love for hating people.

As expected, LJ clings to you closer, hiding his face in your chest. Lloyd finally looks at you and knows that you aren’t happy.

“I thought we talked about the swearing, Moonlight” you say in a soft voice, looking at him with a disappointed expression. He knows you aren’t directly disappointed in him rather, just not exactly happy that he did it in front of LJ again. “You know you have to put something in the swear jar”.

Lloyd doesn’t know how much money he had already put in the swear jar since your pregnancy, but he swears a lot and only carries hundred-dollar bills with him. He would say he’s still under a million though…..barely. Though, this jar is only for when he swears in front of LJ.

“I know, I know, sunshine” he says and kisses your temple. “Though I know you would have done the same if LJ wasn’t here”, he gives you a knowing look.

“Oh, I would have definitely screamed like that” you say, nodding while continuing to calm your baby down.

“Don’t worry, I will take care of it, sunshine” Lloyd says.

“No, it’s fine. I will” you give him LJ, who slightly protests against leaving the warmth of mama, but some comforting words and kisses eventually convince him to let go and calm down. “Would you mind getting him ready for the day?” you ask, opening the door.

“Dressing up my beloved Hansen Junior like his dada? Can’t think of anything better” he says and sways a bit. “I mean except-“.

“Thank you, Lloyd” you say, cutting him off, knowing exactly what he wanted to add, “love you”.

“Love you too, my beloved sunshine” he says as you walk out of the room, blowing you a kiss. Lloyd watches you close the door before looking down at his son, who is still looking at the door. “Don’t worry, once you’re ready for the day we see Mama downstairs” Lloyd says, caressing LJ’s blond almost white hair.

“Mama” LJ says, pointing towards where you went, while looking at his dad.

“Soon” Lloyd answers, chuckling at his son’s pouting and gives him Mr Mustache from the crib, which LJ immediately takes. He walks with LJ in his arms towards the closet, filled with various of different baby clothes of LJ. Surprisingly, not everything in the closet are designer clothes, some of it are from what Lloyd likes to call ‘the degenerated section’. If it wasn’t for you, Lloyd would’ve burned those clothes by now. Not because they are ugly, Lloyd has to admit they are actually pretty cute, but because people who are way below his money income also dress their kids like that.

Among those designer and cheaper baby clothes, there is also handmade stuff like sweatshirts, pants, jackets, hats and more. All of them are well knitted and made out of colorful wool. The thing is that not you made those clothes, but Lloyd did. He took his time knitting for hours to make adorable stuff for LJ to wear. If someone ever asks Lloyd though, he would deny immediately. He would say that he never even touched a needle and that knitting is some grandma shit. People would probably believe him…as long as you don’t show them some photos to prove that Lloyd knits in his free time.

“Now, my little superstar, what are we going to wear today?” Lloyd asks, to which LJ just snuggles into his chest. “I think my clothes are a bit too big for you” he says chuckling. He looks through the closet and takes out a little fluffy sweatshirt.

“This looks cute” the grunt LJ gives is answer enough. “Yeah, you’re right, it’s be a bit to warm too wear a sweatshirt“ he says and puts it away, continuing his search.

Next, he takes a blue romper from the hanger. “What about this? It’s nice but a bit boring, don’t you think?” he says, raising a judging brow at the romper. LJ nods in agreement.

Lloyd continues and grabs a baby tuxedo that he got custom made to fit LJ perfectly a while ago. “Oh, doesn’t this look good? A fudging expensive suit that fits this mini Hansen perfectly. You will get all the ladies and whor- wonderful people with it” he says smugly, saving himself at the end of the sentence.

Mini Hansen looks at the tuxedo for a second, inspecting it with his big eyes. His eyebrows furrow a bit of concentration, which makes him look like you when you concentrate on a painting. Lloyd smiles at the similarity between you two. Even though the furrowing of the eyebrows is from you, the look in LJs eyes is fully Lloyd Hansen. The judgmental stare that makes you question your existence and everything else. It’s like LJ is giving the bitch look just with brows that give him a more innocent look, like he isn’t just thinking that you look like poop.

“Mhm, what do you say, junior?”

LJ shacks his head and scrunches his face, whining and clinging to his dad’s polo.

Lloyd gasps “not this one?! Look it may look uncomfortable, but it’s actually pretty comfy” he says to which his son begins to kick his feet and slap his chubby hands against his dad’s chest. Lloyd huffs, LJ for sure, is a picky and stubborn baby.

“No no no no, what did we say about hitting dada? You are not allowed to kick or slap him. LJ, look at me” Lloyd moves LJ in his arms to get him to look at him “are you listening to dada?”.

LJ’s lower lip begins to quiver and Lloyd sighs “Look, if you stop hitting dada I put that suit away, deal?”. His son looks at him like he grew another head before, pointing to the closet. “Yes, I get you something else to wear when you stop”.

He looks at his dad for another second and then nods and stops trashing in Lloyd’s arms. Lloyd smiles, happy that his son agreed. He hangs the tuxedo away and stares at the walk-in closet. There are a lot of options, but nothing that fits the occasion. It can’t be something to ‘normal’, but also not too fancy. Walking through the closet , he sees nothing that catches his eyes or what LJ would approve of.

Lloyd’s attention gets drawn back down to his son as he pulls on his polo and points to something. “This?” he asks and grabs what LJ pointed at. LJ pointed at a dark blue sleeveless romper that he knitted awhile ago. To be more specific, he knitted the romper, among other things, while he wasn’t allowed to sleep with you for two months. He had a lot of time for knitting and jerking off to the image of you on your knees in front of the mirror, back to his chest while he fucks into you hard and fast, forcing loud moans out of you.

He grabs the romper and smiles. “You like stuff dada makes” Lloyd says. LJ claps and smiles, happy that his dad is holding the right thing. “You should really act like that about me around Mama, you know?”

On his way outside the closet, Lloyd grabs a white polo onesie, bouncing his son in his arms. “Then let’s change this man’s diaper and hope you didn’t cause a natural disaster in there” he says as he lays LJ down and puts Mr Mustache to the side.

Lloyd says a quick prayer to god before starting to change LJ’s diaper, that he will not get attacked by a poop bomb.

Luckily it’s not that big of a natural disaster, just a tsunami.

“Perhaps we should change your meal plan”

“Don’t pout”

“Come on, junior. Don’t cry. Mr Mustache is right here”

“Don’t kick your legs!”

“Stop that, Lloyd Junior!”

“I have shit on my hand!”

“Ahhhh!”

“Don’t laugh, junior!”

“I’m gonna throw up”

After changing LJ’s diaper and quickly washing and sanitizing his hands in LJ’s bathroom, he comes back and begins to finally dress LJ.

With slight struggle, he manages to get LJ’s head through the onesie. LJ hates when his head has to go through that. Lloyd smiles as he sees his son’s scrunched-up face turns happy when he sees him again.

“Well hello there, junior” he says in a high voice and LJ gives him a lopsided smile. Luckily, LJ doesn’t struggle as Lloyd puts on his romper and white socks.

Lloyd picks LJ up and gives him Mr Mustache before making his way to LJ’s bathroom and sitting him down in front of the bathroom mirror, making him face the mirror. A protective hand is on LJs back to make sure he doesn’t fall back on accident.

“Let’s give you the final Hansen touch”. With his free hand, he takes a soft brush and begins brushing LJ’s few hairs.

LJ interrupts in loud giggles as his dad decides to show some of his dance moves while brushing the hair, singing Stayin’ Alive. The giggles turn into squeals as Lloyd brushes his mustache with the brush.

“Jealous, Junior?” Lloyd jokes and carefully brushes LJ’s upper lip, like he had a mustache too. This action makes LJ fart because of laughing so much.

Once done, Lloyd wipes LJ’s mouth, who covered himself in spit duo to his laughing and then picks him up and walks out of the room.

“Ready to celebrate your birthday, Superstar?”

LJ claps his hands and wiggles in excitement.

“Mama!”

Lloyd groans.

[thehydraethereal]

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𝓣 he themes i'll write from now on are mostly dark, which will include: manipulation, lying, violence (choking, hair pulling, etc.), domestic violence (slapping, etc.), abducting, captivity, restraints, depression, stalking, fear, crying, sexual harassment and nonconsensual touching/ kissing but nothing more than that !!! basically i'm exploring any dark theme. I WRITE ONLY THESE ELEMENTS, NO OTHER KINK. so, i would like to get some inspiration and you sending me requests would enormously help. please, don't hold back. i know how hard it may be to find a fic that has everything you'd fancy, and I'm so down to fulfill that for you. if you request a series, i'll make it happen, but please, if you're anon, choose an emoji for yourself so i know you. characters i will be writing for:

ও 𝓡 afe 𝓒 ameron ও chris evans: ari levinson, ransom drysdale, lloyd hansen, steve rogers, johhny storm, andy barber, curtis everett ও sebastian stan: lee bodecker, bucky barnes, lance tucker, nick fowler ও chris hemsworth: thor, tyler rake, steve abnesti, dementus, stone crandall, billy lee, the huntsman ও tom hiddleston: loki, jonathan pine, cpt. james conrad (kong), cpt, nichols (warhorse)

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ও others: logan howlett (wolverine), wade wilson (deadpool), brock rumlow, any brad pitt character, patroclus (troy 2004), achilles (troy 2004) p.s: thank you for being so supportive. i am looking forward for your requests, i am so excited for this new chaper, so please, if you have ANY request, send it to me. (i am desperate lol)

[littlemissbigears]

I said what I said

[heresthestorymorningglory]

The Only Way Out Is Through

Summary: Safe houses can sometimes feel a little cramped.

A/N: Listen y'all this NSFW 18+ should be par for the course at this point. So like….just don’t okay? This one in particular isn't 18+ but the Nurse series as a whole certainly is.

As always, the inspo is thanks to the Goosecord and my beautiful partner in crime @ken-dom who continues to inspire the Gosling drabbles daily.

Bless you my new found chosen sister for putting up with my antics! (Yes I copy pasted, yes it’s still valid don’t come for me)

This is a continuation of what I’ve affectionately titled the Nurse Series, read previous parts  here.

Like I said last time, this won’t be the last you see of Six

Enjoy my loves! <3

It had been a solid week and Six hadn’t left your side once. You had called the hospital, from a burner, and told them you were fine but would be out of commission for awhile and then Six promptly threw the phone in the lake. 

That had been six days ago; you sighed in a futile attempt at getting Six to understand your side. 

“I am not going to run from Lloyd Hansen for the rest of my natural life, Court, I’m just not” He stood in the doorway between the kitchen and the living room where you sat on the couch. It’s been a week, Lloyd has the attention span of a nat” 

“No” 

You sighed more irritated than ever, convinced that ‘No’ was the only word he knew in the English language. 

“Court please, I know you want to keep me safe, I do, but I have to work I have friends, and a house and…plants” 

He looked at you with a raised eyebrow, but you held your ground 

“Plants?” he repeated “You’re worried about your plants?” 

“I…no” you sighed, rubbing your hands over your face, still gently, your nose was healing but still sore. You growled in frustration dropping your hands in your lap “You missed everything else I said, why can’t I make you HEAR me?!” 

He stood up to his full height dropping his arms to his sides “Do you know where Lloyd went?” he asked, not waiting for a response before he continued “Do you have his head on a pike somewhere and I missed it??” 

You sighed as he continued still, the volume of his voice increasing with each rhetorical question he asked. 

“No!” He nodded “You don’t and as long as that’s true, as long as he is breathing air you are in danger!” 

You had gotten to your feet “And whose fault is that?!” you snapped back immediately regretting the words. You let out a breath, you had never seen him look so small “Court”

He didn’t move, just stood there in front of you, looking unbelievably hurt; not that you could blame him. 

“I thought he had killed you,” his voice had dropped back down to a near whisper “I thought you were dead” 

“I’m sorry,” you whispered “I-I didn’t..” You closed your eyes as your nose throbbed painfully, you had a headache from yelling. 

“I told you what this was,” he said, ignoring your apology “I told you, this was dangerous, I told you”

“And I told you, I don’t care” 

“And look what happened to you!” His voice boomed around the room; he turned on his heel, his fist burying into the drywall next to the kitchen door, making you jump, the whole room shaking with the impact. 

“Court” you breathed taking half a step before he shook his head with his back still to you. 

“Don’t call me that” 

Your shoulders dropped as he stalked through the kitchen and out the back door, slamming it shut behind him as he went. You sank back on to the couch heels of your hands pressing into your eye sockets trying to relieve your headache before you just covered your face and cried. 

It did nothing for your headache or your throbbing nose but you didn’t know what else to do. 

He was mad, he was hurt, and he had every right to be; he had risked his life to save yours…again. This time though, you weren’t just some pretty nurse caught in the line of fire. Lloyd had made this real personal. 

You wiped your eyes with a sigh and pulled yourself up off the couch making your way through the kitchen grabbing a peace offering off the kitchen table as you went.

You pushed the back door open gently, the squeaky hinge giving you away. Six was sitting on the small step staring at his shoes as you sat next to him, the soft light from the kitchen window illuminating his face. 

You pressed your lips together before you turned to look at him, your head tilted slightly before offering him the half finished bag of skittles. 

He glanced at the bag before returning his stare to his shoes. 

“If we’re gonna go for round two, you’re going to need sustenance” you said softly. 

He seemed to consider this before holding out the hand he’d had resting on his arm

You dumped a few in his hand which he ate without saying anything and you sighed. 

“You’re not gonna stay mad at me forever are you?” You asked leaning against his shoulder, fingers playing lazily with the hem on the sleeve of his t-shirt. 

Still. Nothing. 

“Babe, come on,” you sighed, “You’ve got no one else in this house, so you might as well talk to me” 

Crickets. 

You huffed trying to keep your emotions in check “Fine, you won’t talk, you can listen. You don’t think I understand how dangerous this is? How scary?” you asked, looking at his profile “Well, I do; but I need you to understand, I know that feeling. I feel it every time you leave, the gut wrenching terror that this might be the last time I see you…ever. You fly down those front steps like Superman to go save the world and I just have to sit here, and wait, and hope that you come back to me in one piece, and that someone like Lloyd didn’t catch you off guard and you’re bleeding out somewhere alone.” 

He had turned to look at you then. 

“I didn’t plan for this to happen anymore than you did” you continued as his blue eyes searched your face. 

“No one plans to get kidnapped” he muttered 

“I’m not talking about Lloyd” you shook your head “I’m talking about you, about us; but it did and whether you like it or not, I’m not going anywhere, but I told you, I’m not going to spend the rest of my life being afraid of Lloyd Hansen, or I might as well have died in that warehouse” 

“Don’t” he shook his head 

“I didn’t mean what I said, and I’m sorry I did” you apologized “But you have to understand, that I was as scared as you were, I still am; the fact that Lloyd is still walking around free somewhere terrifies me, but I don’t blame you for that” 

He turned to look at you fully but didn’t speak 

“I don’t,” you repeated “But I’m not going to spend the rest of my life in a safehouse, Court, I’m going to go home”

“Will you move?” he asked, taking the bag of skittles still in your hand

You shook your head “No, that’s my home; I know you’re used to the nomad life, but I’m not” 

“It’s not safe” he sighed 

“And it hasn’t been, since that first night when i was a first year nursing student and you crawled through my patio door and passed out in my kitchen” 

He scoffed “I didn’t crawl” 

“You did,” you nodded “Broken ankle and all, and that was twenty years ago; we just got lucky, and that luck has finally run out, but I’m not letting it scare me, and you never have either, why is this any different?” 

You sat watching him, waiting for an answer 

“Because it’s you” he whispered brushing your hair back off your face as he cupped your cheek “And…fucklng Lloyd”

“And if Loyd has even half a brain cell, he’s in Siberia by now” 

“Will you get rid of the stupid goose on the porch?” 

You laughed shaking your head “No; Lloyd did not use my spare key to break into my house.”

He sighed 

“Gary stays” 

“Gary,” he repeated “You named it?” 

“I’m not leaving, I’m not getting rid of anything” you said, changing the subject 

“You’re impossible” he huffed rubbing a hand over his face 

“I’m not”

He stared at you blankly “Fucking stubborn” 

You just shrugged 

“WIll you at least let me teach you how to defend yourself then?” 

“Yes” you nodded 

“And keep a gun with you when I’m not around?” 

“You’re going to let me be by myself?” you asked with a raised eyebrow

“No,” he shook his head 

You laughed a little, but wholeheartedly believed him “Babe, come on, I have to work and no hospitals is your number one rule, remember?”

“I can make an exception as long as that bastard is breathing air”

“Now that’s not safe and you know it”

“I hate the thought of leaving you by yourself” he sighed

“I won’t be alone, the hospital is full of people, and security” 

He snorted at the idea of hospital security “You know what I mean” 

“Then you better be a good teacher” 

You used his thigh for support, pushing yourself up to your feet “Now, can we go to bed, my nose is giving me a headache” 

He nodded pulling himself up, following you into the house, a protective hand on your hip. 

“He better not show his face ever again,” he said softly steering you toward the small bedroom “He’ll learn what real torture feels like” 

“You’re sexy when you’re protective” you smiled leaning back into his shoulder looking up at him. 

He kissed your forehead as you stood with your arms raised as high as you could manage as he lifted your shirt over your head and you kicked your jeans off into the corner of the room before climbing between the sheets. 

“I’m going to make the rounds” he bent to give you a kiss before turning towards the door.

“Isn’t the whole point of a safehouse to be, y’know, safe?” 

He just winked before leaving the room “I won’t be long” 

“Tomorrow” you called after him “I want to sleep in our bed” 

You were met with silence, not surprisingly, but you could picture the look on his face, followed by a headshake; you were almost certain. 

[cannibalmetaphor]

@berenaadvent Day 3

Impatience

Kissing Serena once just isn’t enough.

Bernie can’t think of anything else, and it’s driving her crazy. Over and over, she replays the moment that she leaned over and kissed Serena for the first time. The theatre floor was cold beneath their legs, and the air was crackling with emotion and with fear and with want. Serena was frozen and still, until Bernie pulled away, and then she surged forward, and she was everywhere. Bernie’s stomach still flips when she thinks of the way Serena grasped at her, desperate, and pulled her closer.

Bernie knows it was reckless to risk their friendship. Serena had been so skittish afterwards, so uncomfortable, so Bernie had vowed to say no more about it. Still, she can’t help herself. She wants to kiss Serena again.

It’s torture. Whenever their eyes meet across the ward, Bernie is the first to look away, her heart pounding loudly in her ears. When they drink coffee together in the morning and Serena runs her tongue over her bottom lip, Bernie’s eyes flicker to her mouth, and she loses her train of thought. When they go out for drinks after a long shift, Serena’s mouth is stained red with Shiraz, and Bernie, tipsy and wanting, almost leans over the table and kisses her. She just stares, instead, and Serena notices.

“What?” She asks, turning pink. “Is there something on my face?”

Bernie clears her throat and changes the subject, though she longs to tell Serena the truth. She just can’t. She’s messed up so many relationships in her life, and she doesn’t dare risk the only true friendship she has.

If only Serena wasn’t so kissable…

Bernie gives in eventually. They stand in their office with Hansen’s job offer between them, and Bernie can’t bear the way Serena is looking at her. Please, her eyes are saying, and Bernie wants so badly to give her everything that she wants.

“Obviously I couldn’t- Well, I wouldn’t- Wouldn’t try to stand in your way if it’s what you really- Really want.” Serena says.

“Um.” Bernie says, softly. She steps forward, and Serena steps forward too, and they’re so close now. Close enough to touch.

I can’t, Bernie reminds herself.

“Serena-“ Bernie breathes, desperate now, because she can’t fight it anymore.

“It’s just, I-“ Serena says, stepping closer again.

Bernie hears Serena’s sharp intake of breath. She searches Serena’s eyes, and her stomach flutters when Serena’s gaze drifts to her mouth. Don’t, Bernie tells herself, but she’s already leaning in.

They meet in the middle. Bernie wraps Serena in her arms, and kisses her, and delights in Serena’s tiny moans. She wonders, then, why she waited so long.

Serena smiles against her mouth.

“Sorry.” She breathes.

“Are you kidding?” Bernie says. “I’ve been wanting to do that for weeks.”

Serena’s eyes are shining, and her lips are red and wet from the kiss, and Bernie feels a spark of impatience. She wants to kiss her again, and again, and again. She fought against her longing for so long and now it overcomes her. She doesn’t want to wait anymore.

It’ll be months before they kiss again. Bernie spends so much time in Kiev replaying their kisses over, and over, and over, until she’s memorised the feeling of Serena’s mouth against her own. Her heart is so very impatient, but she makes it wait until they’re both ready. She has to go back to Holby knowing that they’ve chosen each other. Bernie is always so reckless, and just this once, she needs to be patient.

It’ll be worth it, she tells herself. Serena is worth the wait.

[music-drinks]

Musicals as Drinks pt 1

Annie: A lemonade for when you just got adopted only to be used for someone’s campaign strategy

Heathers: Some alcohol on the rocks please! I am definitely an adult and this ID is very much real!

Newsies: Coffee to watch as the proletariat tears down your newspaper empire just because you couldn’t spare a little more money.

Les Misérables: French vanilla coffee to watch as the proletariat tears down your newspaper empire regular empire because you couldn’t spare a little more money.

Hamilton: French vanilla coffee English breakfast tea to watch as the proletariat tears down your newspaper empire regular empire because you couldn’t spare a little more money (you get the idea)

Dear Evan Hansen: Seltzer from the highschool vending machine before you learn a person who didn’t like you died only to pretend like he did after his death.

A chorus Line: Vodka Tonic, you will need it after having a more famous woman chosen over you.

[holylulusworld]

I saw a list of reverse fanfic tropes,and one of them was "accidentally kidnapping a mafia boss" and I immediately thought of you. Imagine Reader accidentally kidnapping mafia boss Bucky but Bucky is just smitten and doesn't want to be let go. This is not a request but an idea which you don't have to write. But why does this trope sounds like something you would came up with and write? Lol.

👀👀👀 Do you mean this list? Reverse tropes The list I reblogged and saved for later. The one haunting my dreams. The one wanting me to write all of them. 😂😂

Do you want a sneak peak...?? Yes, no...maybe? Well, I'll just dump it here...

Too many beds - Steve wants to make a move but there are too many beds (maybe Tony tries to mess with him)

Accidentally kidnapping a mafia boss - Bucky or Nick falls in love with their kidnapper

Really nice guy who hates only you - Why does he hate you? Undecided character, angst too? Maybe the reader likes him??

Academic rivals except it’s two teachers who compete to have the best class - Professor Loki maybe???

Divorce of convenience - ???

Too much communication - They talk too much and annoy everyone around??? - or each other

True hate’s kiss (only kissing your enemy can break a curse) Dean Winchester must kiss his chosen enemy. Curse+Witch

Dating your enemy’s sibling - You date [undecided char] to piss his brother/sister off - your chosen enemy - or they date you because they hate your brother/sister

Lovers to enemies - Angst - Maybe Steve Rogers and she turns dark - Villain!Reader/Hydra Reader???

Hate at first sight - Lloyd Hansen - he's a cunt and you hate him (and his stache)

Love triangle where the two love interests get together instead - You and the fem char hit it off and give the dude the boot :)

Fake amnesia - you want to break up and use the most stupid idea ??? - or you committed a crime/fucked something up and pretend you have amnesia

Soulmates who are fated to kill each other - Angst - SPN? or Winter Soldier

Strangers to enemies - You immediately hate each other - undecided character

Instead of fake dating, everyone is convinced that you aren’t actually dating - Angst?? maybe short or chubby reader - RPF?

Too hot to cuddle - ???

Love interest CEO is a himbo/bimbo who runs their company into the ground - AU Thor? (maybe chubby Thor) - include Loki and Hela - they try to save the company - they hire the reader to save the company or keep Thor in line

Nursing home au - Old Steve Rogers maybe???

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

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