#hel-ya

[mirukutchi]

i decided i didnt like my previous sketch/design for my personal 621 so i sketched a new one and i love her shes very cute :)

Full under cut, cw for amputee/robot stumps!!!

Here she is in all her glory!

I really didnt want to draw hands or feet, so i thought maybe she can just plug into the ac with her limbs like this idk

Also, ugh ive been infatuated by the idea of toxic age gap(shes my age, 26) with handler walter and wtf why am i obsessed. Also idk if i actually want this on this blog in particular but like where else do i put it i want to show ppl who mite like a cute 621 uwu

I might also alter her hair idk i want her mullet to be more obvious

[aquaquadrant]

Hiii question!!!

What would the hels be for each member of the soup group, and what part of the original players do they represent?

I remember we know Pearl's already, but I forgot her name and what trait she is. I think it was something about 5 am Pearl with less chill?

Impulse.. I don't think we've met his yet? My guess just knowing Impulse probably has something to do with pettiness and also untrustworthiness (3rd life)?

And Gem! This is who I was really asking about but I decided to add the rest of the soup group in because why not :) My guess is that it has something relating to Geminislay? I would also assume based on 4+ years of watching her that her hels counterpart would likely being very sarcastic and have very dry humour. Like the rare times Gem pulls the sassy card are always hilarious and I think that hels!Gem should get to speak like that all the time :)

Also would you be okay with me taking this au/universe and writing some of my own stuff using different characters? As of right now I don't think I'll actually post it anywhere, but I have a lot of silly ideas mainly regarding the soup group and empires crew, but since this is you and Lunar's au I wanted to ask first before actually going anywhere with them <3

oooooo ok so first off, absolutely. while i’ve done a lot of worldbuilding for the HTP au, i def don’t own the concept of hels or helsmits- that was a gift bestowed to the fandom by welsknight and my interpretations are just one of many. all i can claim to really own are my original versions of the helsmits, who again, are one of many, and my storyline. so i’ve got no prob w you doing your own thing, and if i did, that’d be pretty unreasonable of me imo.

BUT YES, soup group. so we’ve actually met both pearl and impulse’s hels so far in ‘from eden,’ though only very very briefly. pearl’s hels is opalescentmoth, a giant monstrous moth hybrid who lives in a cave and eats players that come across her. she’s huge and has big fuzzy wings and antennae and multiple arms and massive compound eyes. her defining traits would be unhinged-ness (??? however you’d say it) and silliness. so yup, basically 5 am pearl all the time, but now she’s a man-eating monster.

impulse’s hels was introduced more subtly via a chat convo as instinctEV, atlas’s rival in the redstone business. he’s a demon like impulse is in this au, but with all his demon attributes cranked up to 11. big scary boi. horns, fangs, glowing eyes, forked tongue, forked tail, maybe even some kinda freaky demon legs, the works. but one of instinct’s defining traits is insincerity, so he sorta throws ppl off with his supposedly kind demeanor. in reality he’s more preoccupied with his other defining trait, hyper-efficiency, and only cares about other players so long as he can use them.

now, neither gem nor her hels have showed up in the au so far and probably never will. i do have a vague concept for her tho. i’ve always pictured gem as some variation of deer hybrid, whether it’s just an elf with antlers, a faun, or full-on cervitaur. so her hels is capricornslay, a unicorn hybrid (yes i know the actual capricorn sign is a goat, don’t come for me). i haven’t nailed down her traits, mind you, just the Aesthetic. she’s a centaur with a horn, and she’s like the old-fashioned unicorns on medieval tapestries and the side of vans, all delicate with the cloven hooves and lion-like tail. big ‘the last unicorn’ vibes. but her deceptive beauty and gentleness belies a hidden viciousness. she portrays the dark side of the forest, like that creepy old bog and mossy decay vibe, while gem portrays the light side of the forest, the cheer and vibrancy and life. cottagecore and dark cottagecore, u know the vibes.

[kittiwittebane]

PART 4 of ROLLERSKATES AND COUNCIL MEMBERS/BOYS

My guys, I’m sorry for the delay on the third part. Life hurts.

ANYWAYS

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Hunter breathed in. Glandus High School entered the halls of Hexside High. Glandus was a superior school, much more sophisticated and smart than Hexside. But there was one thing that Hexside had over Glandus.

The sport industry.

Hexside had some of the best sports players over all of the schools, so much so that private sporting schools have offered to take them in for scholarships. And this week was the annual Hexside VS Glandus sporting event. As the schools representative council president, Hunter introduces the other school to the newest looks of Hexside to the year sevens of the new year. This year, Glandus was confident they’d win the year seven sporting events, because of one student. This student goes by the name of Cheetah. His real name was Breygen. He was the sportiest person that Glandus High had. The reason for going by Cheetah was because he was extremely fast. Hexsides fastest person was Hunter. He just went by Hunter though.

“But what if I lose?” Hunter murmured. “What if I am not good enough?” the blonde boy put his head down. He’d seen Breygen run. He had rightfully earned the name ‘Cheetah’. He flopped against his locker in the boys locker room, slumping the ground. He quickly got up after hearing someone enter. It was the boy side of Boscha’s group. Hunter sighed exasperatedly. The boys entered, but Hunter avoided them.

“Did you see that Breygen guy run? He outran ALL of our contestants! They’re letting him enter other races!” One of them exclaimed.

“I heard he’s going in the all-out running race!” Another declared. Hunter shuddered. The thought of losing for the school after winning every race in his year up to now was horrible. He put his head in his hands.

“I think he’s faster than Hunter!” he recognised a voice. It was his only “friend”, Callum. His head shot up.

“Oh yeah, if Hunter embarrasses our school he’s going to know about it.” Xavier hissed. “He’s fast, but he’s pretty weak. You can’t have both.”

“Didn’t he dislocate your girlfriend’s jaw?” Callum asked. He heard Xavier shove something against the lockers.

“Just because he did, doesn’t mean he is strong! He is a weakling! Have you seen how malnourished that boy looks? Boscha should have been council president, not him.” Xavier hissed. Though he could not see, he could hear choking sounds. Spluttering and coughing.

“Let him go, Xavier.” One of the other boys said. A grunt came from Xavier before he dropped Callum. Callum breathed in heavily, making up for lost air as the other boys walked to their lockers. Hunter walked around the lockers, walking out as fast as he could, hiding his face even though he was recognisable by his yellow suit.

———————

Hunter changed into his running clothes, and took one of the breathing exercises Willow had taught him. He sighed and walked out into the field. He saw the people he was up against. Marcus from Glandus, Apollo from Hexside, Javier from Hexside, Lucky from Glandus, Bo from Glandus and of course, Breygen from Glandus. He knew that Breygen was his only real competitor. The others he could beat easily. He looked over at the bleachers, and he could see Willow looking proud. He beamed at her and he felt like his face was already red. To his surprise, Raine was in the crowd. Raine had said they’d come but Hunter hadn’t actually expected them to come. He hoped he could win this. Maybe Belos would be proud of him…

For once…

Hunter lined up on the field, readying for the 800m all-out race.

(For those who don’t know, an all-out race is where everyone, no matter what year or age can enter.)

He steadied in the lineup position, and when the whistle blew, he ran. Swiftly, he made it to 100m far in front of everyone, even Cheetah.

Everyone said he was fast. Hunter thought. Why is he behind everyone?

At the 300m mark Hunter began to lose his breath. And by the 600m mark he was exhausted. But he kept going. That’s when it happened. Breygen, formerly at least 100m behind everyone sped up. He passed Hunter and the blonde boy gasped in surprise. Hunter gathered all of the energy he had and was tying with Breygen. Breygen however, had more energy than he did. Breygen crossed the finish line before Hunter did and everyone went wild.

Hunter congratulated Breygen and found out that Breygen was in fact pretty nice.

“Hey, uh.. congrats.” Hunter scratched the back of his head as he spoke to Breygen. Breygen smiled at him.

“Nice doin’ a race a’ainst ya.” Breygen put out his hand to shake Hunter, who was more focused on Breygens accent than anything else. He didn’t seem to pronounce the letter ‘g’. He shook Breygens hand and smiled.

“You are the first person to beat me.” Hunter smiled kindly. Breygen smiled back and Hunter swore he saw a flicker of a smirk in the expression. He shook his head. He’d lost the race.

——————

*End of the school day*

Hunter packed up his things and Willow came running up to him.

“You were amazing today!!” She hugged him and he went red.

“MhmmHmmM thAnks.” Hunter wanted to smack himself as the biggest voice crack of all time slipped into his speech.

“I didn’t win though.” Hunter said. Willow snorted.

“I don’t care, you were amazing and you aren’t going to convince me otherwise.” She stated firmly. Hunter chuckled at her. She felt her heart beat fast, delighted to have been responsible for Hunter being happy. Hunter’s happy face quickly changed.

“Belos…” he mumbled subconsciously. Willow’s interest sparked at the mention of the mayor of Bonesborough.

“What about him?” She asked him. He didn’t respond. His heart started to beat rapidly, and things began to run through his mind.

—

Belos tugged on Hunter’s earring.

“That hurt!” Hunter cried.

“Crying is for weaklings!” Belos yelled, ripping the earring out. Hunter cried out in pain, using his hand to wipe blood from his freshly nicked ear.

—

“I promise I can do better-“ Hunter started before Belos stuck a butcher’s knife into Hunter’s right cheek. Hunter once again, cried out in pain. Blood dripped from the wound, not a slice but a skinning. A small section of his right cheek had been skinned and sliced.

“DO BETTER?!” Belos screeched. “DON’T FAIL IN THE FIRST PLACE!”

—

Then Hunter imagined how things would go.

—

“Uncle, I won all the gold medals in running except for this one, please don’t hurt me!”

…… and then silence……

“You weren’t supposed to fail……”

—

Hunter closed his eyes, not wanting to know what he thought would come next.

“Hunter??” Willow worriedly shook the boy, who was stuck in his mind.

“No!” He said out loud.

“Hunter, talk to me!” Willow wailed. “You’re scaring me!”

Hunter snapped back to reality, tears streaming down his face. He looked at Willow, and broke down. She hugged him tightly.

“Everything is ok. Everything is going to be okay. Whatever it is, it will be ok.” She murmured into his ear. Such calming words she spoke, yet Hunter could not get himself to believe such a thing. For he knew it would be ok. He would not be ok. Nothing would be ok. Suddenly the loudspeakers announced something.

“Students of Hexside and Glandus. As you all may know, the winner of the 800m all-out race was Breygen from Glandus.”

Was……?

“However, a student caught him drinking a performance enhancing substance, yet to be identified. He had been stripped of all of his medals. The winner of the all-out race is now our own president of the SRC, Hunter Wittebane!” The entire hallway looked at him, and cheered. He laughed in his pool of tears, that of which had been overtaken by tears of happiness. Willow had magical words. She was right. It was going to be ok.

—————

Willow had decided to walk him home.

“Thank you for being my friend.” Hunter looked at Willow with admiration. She looked back at him.

“Anyday.” She grinned. He stopped, gazing into her eyes. Her emerald green eyes locked with his, and his former plan to tell her to let him walk alone from here was abandoned as a new one took over:

Don’t embarrass yourself.

Willow breathed out, and tightened her hands.

“Any time.” She murmured. He just watched her breathe, the rise and fall of her chest somewhat calming. Her presence, in fact, was calming. Just being with her.. was calming. Like he could do no wrong. Like no one could hurt him. Like he was safe…

“I’d better go now.” He said, breaking the silence between them. She looked at him hopefully, like she was waiting for something. Something then sparkled in her eyes. A sparkle he had seen before. Many times. But he couldn’t figure out what it was.

“You ok?” He asked. She nodded, smirking.

“You’re just so cute when you care about me.”

Hunter went redder than Amity.

“WhAt?” He asked, his voice deciding to crack again. Right in front of her.

“I said, you’re cute.” She repeated. “You’ve heard me compliment you before.” She giggled. She gave him a flirty look. “Never been called cute before?” She raised an eyebrow. Hunter just froze. She’d done this before. A couple of times. But this felt different. Together. Alone. He could so easily just..

He coughed awkwardly, unsure of how to react. Willow seemed very pleased with the reaction. She ran her finger across his scar.

“Well?” She asked.

“nO.” Hunter squeaked. Willow got onto her tiptoes and pressed a firm kiss to his cheek. He couldn’t formulate a sentence after that.

“I have- uh a go home I huh hehe.” Is what he managed to say.

“Why don’t I walk you there?” Willow asked. Hunter looked loopy.

“Hehe ok.” He said not really sure what he was agreeing to.

PART 5 OR NOT LIKE THAT WILL BE AN ASK-OUT DATING ONE I THINK >:3

[jizzlords]

ozzie's so hot and for what? for what. look at him.

ozzie. please. fuck.

[crazysaru99]

Headcanon: Gabriella and "Gabri" are same person

[hellion-child]

touchin grass, as the kids say 🌾

[sweetest-honeybee]

Yeah i totally get it, its hard for me to understand myself and im experiencing it

The best way i can put it is im never a her. When i think of myself in third person i could say “hes the prettiest girl in the world” just because he refers to me. She feels as alien to me as a cis man would feel, but being a girl feels familiar to me when im a girl.

Sorry if this doesnt make sense 😅

It makes sense 😌

[goodmode]

forgot to post this aaaaa but my stuff from @bungod-hearth arrived!!! yelling they're all so perfect i wanna rattle the hourglass around like a cocktail shaker!!!

[helreginn]

Hel saw him coming and tried to clamber away but she was slippery and small and he was fast and large. "Awww!!" She whined, pouting at him. Her voice grew quiet as she looked down at the mud she'd only just gotten comfortable in. "But the froggies..."

"But my sanity." Jör scooped Hel up, not caring about the mud covering her.

[doromoni]

Not Over the Papaya | OP81

⊹ ｡•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ

Ships : Oscar Piastri x Popstar! Reader , Ex!Lando Norris x Popstar! Reader

Genre : Fluff Smau

A/N : Ik ik this one’s late, Im sorry! I got sick yall. Anyways here ya gooo~ but again be mindful and no hate for the people referenced okki?

Face claim : Jennie Kim

Song : Selfish - Madison Beer

Warnings : Moderate Cursing , Grammatical Errors

Summary : Y/N and Oscar cope with their own breakups by making the Heartbreak Club.

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Notification : You received a message from Oscar

Notification : you received a message from Logan

Notification : you received a message from Oscar

*Calling Oscar

*Ringing

“Y/N, Hel-“

“I love you”

“w-what??? what was that?”

“ I love you Oscar Jack Piastri and I don’t care if it’s too soon because I do and I want you to know it. You have my heart and when we’re ready, whenever that maybe. I would love to be your girlfriend”

“I… you do?”

“Yes Oscar. I do. I’m sorry if telling you that I love you is too soon I- “

“ I’m not sorry. I love you too”

Notification: you received a request message from Lily

Notification: you received a message from Oscar

*Incoming call from Max

Pick up or Decline

Pick up

“Hi Max! What’s up?

“Y/N…”

“Lando??”

“Yes, its me.Dont hang up please. I just need to talk to you”

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[ddejavvu]

can you write something about how the gang handles a really emotional Curtis sister... Like she literally doesn't even know why shes crying most of the time she just is. She is literally me

send me requests for the outsiders!

--

At Dallas's groan, "Ah, here come the fuckin' waterworks again," all eyes are on you. You'd been hoping to fly under the radar, but now that seven pairs of eyes are staring at you, your tears escape hot and free down your cheeks.

"It's- I'm fine!" You insist, voice thick and choppy as you rush for the bathroom. You don't shut the door, because even if you did you know someone would have barged in. It's predictably Darry and Soda, but Two-Bit lingers in the hallway, peering in worriedly.

"You're okay, kid." Darry encourages you, a strong hand on your shoulder to help you get yourself under control, "Somethin' the matter?"

"What's with the tears, Baby Curtis?" Two asks, "Movie gettin' to 'ya?"

It's a horror movie- it's safe to say you're not sniffling over blood and guts.

"No, it's-" You sniffle, letting Sodapop tug you into his side where he's now perched on the lid of the toilet. He slings an arm around your waist and you lean gratefully into his side, thankful for the pressure of a body against yours.

"It's nothing. I don't know." You shrug helplessly, and Two smiles- kindly, not teasingly.

"You've got a condition or somethin'." He decides, traipsing back into the living room, "We oughta turn you in to a doctor, have them diagnose you with some crazy new brain condition. Maybe they could name it after you, kid."

"Yeah, Crybaby Curtis syndrome," Steve snickers, and Soda shouts a halfhearted, 'Be nice!' to his friend despite not being able to see him.

"Lay off, Steve," Johnny groans, and you hear Ponyboy chime in with a fervent, 'Yeah!' that he would have kept to himself had Johnny not led the charge. Despite having the upper hand, Ponyboy still struggles to pick fights with Steve. Usually it's a losing battle.

"Come on, kiddo." Darry urges, and Soda sticks close to your side as you shuffle back into the living room. Dallas doesn't move aside to give you your old seat back where he's stretched out over half of it, but he also doesn't protest when you throw your leg over his own to fit on the cushion.

"You've gotta man up, kid." Dally decides, snatching his cigarette out of his mouth and blowing the smoke into your face, "Can't be burstin' into tears all the time. People are gonna think you're weak."

"I am weak," You concede feebly, wiping at one last tear that streaks down your cheeks, "I don't know why it happens most'uh the time. Just does."

"Some people are just like that." Johnny smiles kindly at you, and you appreciate his sweetness, "We ain't gonna judge you."

"It'll be great for gettin' out of trouble," Sodapop grins mischieviously at you, "Just think, when you're a wild child in high school, and you're comin' home drunk at 2AM, Darry's gonna yell at you. Just flash him those teary eyes of yours and he'll get all soft for 'ya, he'll let you off real easy."

"Hey- Don't you go givin' her any ideas." Darry points a warning finger at Soda, and Ponyboy scoffs, surely jealous at the prospect of your secret weapon.

You share a secret smile with Soda, though, one that's hidden from both of your brothers. Two-Bit catches it and snorts, "Damn, Darry. I'm not itchin' to be you in a few years."

"Well then you'd better start hangin' out at your own house every once in a while," Darry glares at him, "You spend so much time here I'm gonna give you a chore on the chore chart."

"I don't even do chores at my own place," Two-Bit snickers, like the suggestion is the funniest one he's ever heard. He stretches his arm out behind your head, resting it on your far shoulder, "Just call me whenever you're goin' to those parties, Y/N, and I'll get drunker'n you, make you look like a saint in comparison."

"Dally's a saint in comparison to you, Two-Bit," Ponyboy gripes, "Just don't climb through my window expecting me to help you sneak past Darry."

"Now I mean it, boys," Darry snaps, "Don't go givin' her ideas! Conversation over."

Dallas waits all of three seconds before leaning down, tucking his face beside your ear so that he can drawl, "I'll teach you how to sneak past him if you can go without cryin' for a day."

"Deal." You hold out a pinky for him to link with his own, and if anyone else in Tulsa had offered it, they'd have gotten slugged. Instead, Dallas's finger curls around yours, and he shoots you a shit-eating grin, eyes glimmering dangerously, "24 hours, crybaby. Don't let me down."

[aquaquadrant]

currently tearing apart the uuid with my teeth, shredding it to bits right now. from what i can tell, bdubs actual uuid is very similar to dbubs uuid here’s the comparison bdubs vs dbubs

7163fbce-39ac-4a02-b836-a991c45d2dd1

7063fdce-39ac-4a12-d836-a990c45b2bb0

there it is. 1 and 0 are switched and b turns into d. literally DboubleO001

(i had at least 6 different tabs up researching universally unique identifiers, nbt tags, and converting hex decimal to everything other thing including color hex codes. this took me on a trip to say the least.)

U GOT IT

i changed every 0 to 1 (and vice versa) and every d to b (and vice verse). the negative sign in front is also part of it hehe.

[achromatophoric]

Enid: Hey, Willa! Bet ya can’t guess my favorite Norse deity!

Wednesday: I suspect it to be—

Enid: It’s Hela. Duh!

Wednesday: *stares*

Wednesday: You like Hela? Better known as Hel, the Norse goddess of the dead who perished ingloriously? Ruler of the realm that shares her name?

Enid: Yup! Totes!

Wednesday: I must confess that I expected you to say Thor, based on those insipid superhero films you so enjoy.

Enid: That’s whatcha get for assuming. Now guess why she’s my fav.

Wednesday: Is it because—

Enid: It’s because Cait Blanchett is HELLA fine!

Enid: 😜

Wednesday: 😦

Enid: *winks*

Wednesday: 😵

Enid: OHSHIT!

— Moments later in Hel, realm of the dead who perished outside of battle. —

Wednesday: *materializes*

Hel: *shocked blink*

Wednesday: *glances around*

Hel: Ah— *clears throat* Heil, Wednesday Friday Addams, Daughter of Gomez, Slayer of Joseph Crackstone, Defiler of Camp Chippewa, Skald of Nevermore. Welcome to Hel.

Wednesday: It is terrible to see you again, Hel.

Hel: *nods*

Wednesday: *creepy staring*

Hel: Soooo… Wednesday Addams. Why are you here? I expected you to fall in glorious battle, soaked to the bone in the blood of your foes.

Wednesday: So did I.

Hel: 🤨

Wednesday: *sighs* My heart was claimed by a colossal dork.

Hel: *sympathetic wince* Speak no more. Will you be lurking for long?

Wednesday: Unlikely.

Hel: Well then, come and join me. I was just viewing this mortal film about my pantheon.

Wednesday: A documentary?

Hel: Nothing so accurate. However, the woman chosen to portray me is quite divine. She is Catherine Élise Blanchett, Daughter of Robert DeWitt Blanchett the Younger and—

Wednesday: 🤬

[helen-birb]

she is happy

Im sorry i'm late hope I can still trick or treat :(

Uuh

I- you get ramen too

[funnyjb]

Training seasons over

“Hey, babe!”- you

“Hi! What are you doing?”- joe

“Well, nothing much. I cleaned the kitchen after you left and now about to get ready to sit in the house.”- you laugh

Joe chuckled

“Well, how about you come watch training camp. I would love to have you here at my last one before the season and my parents will be there too.”- joe

“I would love that! Be there in a few!”- you

“Great! See ya soon, babe. Love you.”- joe

“Love you too, Joey.”- you

You ended the call and started getting ready. You were so excited to watch Joe play. It took you awhile to find a cute outfit but you finally picked the right one.

“Okay, love you, bear!”- you kissed your dog on the head

————————————————————————-

As you pulled into the parking garage you could hear the music and whistles being blown from practice.

You walked onto the training field trying to look for Jimmy and Robin.

“Y/n!”- robin

You turned around to see Robin and Jimmy in the tents

You quickly walked over and smiled

“Hi, guys!”- you gave them a hug

“So happy you are here, sweetheart. I know Joe wanted you to be here.”- Robin

“I was happy to come and watch. Is he out here yet?”- you

“Yeah, he’s over there!”- Jimmy

He pointed to where Joe was stretching.

“Oh, I see him!”- you

He was running back and forth.

All of you watched Joe. He was awesome out there. As always. Throwing perfect passes and getting the ball when it needed to go.

Some other players families were there too. A lot had babies and little children.

“Maybe that will be you one day.”- robin winked

You looked next to you at the baby watching his father in his mom’s arms. It was so cute.

“One day.”- you smile

Robin and yourself were talking about the upcoming game and what both of you were going to wear when one little boy said something.

“Omg, mom. Joe Burrow is looking over here!”- little boy

You both turned your heads to see what Joe was looking at.

He was looking at you.

“I think he’s looking at you, y/n!”- robin chuckles

“Yeah..I think he is too.”- you laugh

You and Joe locked eyes. His smile grew. He waved which caught Ja’Marr’s eye and also started waving at you.

You laughed and waved back.

“I have never seen him so in love, y/n. He used to never care about girls, never spoke about them, until you came along. He cares so much about you. It’s the cutest thing to see.”- Robin

You smile

“I just want him to be happy. I care a lot about him too. He’s Been through a lot.”- you

“He has, but you have been by his side ever since LSU and stuck with him through thick and thin. It takes a lot of strength to go through that.”- Robin

“Well, it makes it easy when you love someone so much that you stick with them for all this time. He gets his strength from you.”- you

“Awe, don’t make me cry.”- Robin laughs

You pull her in for a side hug.

After a while practice is over. All of you stepped out from the tent and on to the field to meet up with Joe.

“Y/n!”- Gracie

“Gracie!”- you

You both hug

“Omg, she is so cute.”- you

Gracie and Evan just had a baby and she is the cutest little girl ever!

As you talked to Gracie, Robin and Jimmy went to go find Joe.

“Joe!”- Jimmy

Joe turned around and headed towards them.

“Hey, guys.”- joe

He gave them side hugs because he was really sweaty.

All of a sudden Joe got nervous when he didn’t see you.

“Where’s y/n?”- joe

“Oh, she’s talking with Gracie.”- Robin points to where you are

You were holding the baby as you and Gracie were catching up.

When Joe saw you his heart melted. He always wanted a family with you and now that you guys are married he couldn’t wait to have his kids at practice one day with you watching.

You saw Joe.

“Oh, there’s Joe!”- you handed the baby back to Gracie

“Great seeing you, grace!”- you smile

You then walk up to the Burrows

“Hi, baby!”- you

Joe smiles

He pulls you into a hug

“Ugh, you’re all sweaty.”- you

How gives you a looks

You then start laughing.

God, I love that laugh.- joe thought

“You looked great out there, babe.”- you

“Thanks! Helped me having you out here.”- joe smiled

“Do you mind helping me get this stuff off?”- joe

“Sure!”- you

He takes off his jersey as you help get the equipment off. He was wearing his black compression shirt underneath.

Oh, not the compression shirt.- you thought

“Here!”- you hand Joe his stuff

“Thanks, babe.”- joe

Joe gives you a kiss

“I got to go take a shower and clean up. I’ll meet you guys in 30?”- Joe

“Yeah.”- you

“Sounds good”- robin and jimmy

Joe then walks away to go wash up.

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You and the Burrows were waiting in the facility for Joe.

As you were talking to Jimmy you got a notification on your phone.

*Joe burrow waving to his wife at practice*

Images and video here

You start laughing.

“What is it?”- robin

“There..there’s a video of Joe waving.”- you

You then showed them the video, but then got another notification.

*Joe burrow and wife laughing during practice*

“They just keep coming!”- Jimmy laughs

“Hey, guys!”- joe

You all turn around to see Joe standing there.

“Ready?”- joe

You all nod.

All of you walk out and to the car.

“By the way, what were you guys all laughing at?”- joe

“Nothing.”- all of you say

“Umm…ok.”- joe

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[thatstonedwriter]

˚₊‧🍄[ Pain in the Ass ]🍃˚₊‧

◉ Synopsis; Billy Butcher comforts(?) you as you deal with chronic pain

◉ CW; swearing, chronic pain, mentions of self-medication, references to ableism, Butcher might be a bit OOC (sorry), implied romantic attraction

◉ A/n- I’m still nervous about writing scenarios/short fics but i wanted to try it out since I really like this prompt. Hopefully it turned out alright- enjoy!

You’d done your best- really you had. All morning, quotes from people who thought they knew better, your parents, your own fucking doctors- everybody saying it’s just “mind over matter”- echoing in your head. Classic platitudes you’ve heard since you were younger; people trying to relate, but instead, minimizing your pain.

“Oh yeah I get it- sometimes my stomach hurts, too.”

“Headaches suck but it could always be worse right?”

“You can’t let pain control you.”

“Fuck those stupid God damn- agh!”

Annoyed grumbles turn into a sharp gasp as another wave of pain shoots through your joints. This paired with the stomach/headache combo from this morning was really wearing you down.

And now you were reaching a point of desperation. The medicine you’d been prescribed proved itself useless against the pain today- and sure you could ask for some meds from Frenchie’s stash but… that option should be saved as a last resort. You could ask for help from Hughie, Kimiko or M.M. Surely one of them would be kind enough to pick up more of your prescription or grab you some heating pads- but then again, going out in public could put them at risk. You couldn’t ask them to put their lives in danger for something so trivial.

Never had it crossed your mind to ask Butcher for help. Worst case scenario, he kicks you out of the group for being weak- best case scenario? He says something ableist and leaves you to fend for yourself. No. You’re not dealing with that shit, especially not now.

A knock on the door to your little “bedroom” signaled that a higher power had other plans for you.

“Ya’alright in there, love?” Butcher’s voice, in any other scenario would have been a pleasant surprise- but in this moment of vulnerability? It was like hearing death bells toll.

“Yeah- yep- yep I’m good, thanks.” Your curt reply was not unusual to Butcher, but certainly not preferred. Slightly worrisome, even. You hadn’t come out all morning, and now you’re miffed with him? He hadn’t even done anything to piss you off! Today, at least.

He tries the doorknob, letting out a frustrated huff when it turns out to be locked.

"Trying to let yourself in? See, you're why God made locks."

"Come now, no need for the 'ostility-"

You rolled your eyes as Butcher began his usual spew of excuses, but one in particular caught your attention. It was near the end of his little monologue- softer, quieter, and spoken with a hint of uncertainty.

"and besides… can't have ya crappin' out on us, yeah?"

Even from in your room, you could hear the uncomfortable shuffling of a man unacquainted with emotional vulnerability.

"I'm not 'crapping out' on anyone," you scoff, wincing as more pain sears through your body. "But.. I could use some hel- hey!"

Before you could even finish your sentence, the door "magically" opened- and there Butcher stood, sly smirk on his face, lockpick in hand. He catches your gaze and shoves the pick back in his pocket.

"So then, what seems to be the problem, eh?"

God, it's going to sound so ridiculous when you say it out loud. Compared to what everyone's been through, saying "my tummy hurts" isn't really a matter of urgency.

But it's more than a stomach or headache on it's own. It's more than your joints occasionally aching and popping. It's been every goddamn day for as long as you could remember. Would it really be so wrong to ask for help?

“It’s just been.. pain. All day.”

“Is that all? A’right, where does it ‘urt?”

“…Everywhere. All the time.”

Your response caught Butcher off-guard. He’d been expecting some minor complaints, or even a sarcastic retort about what an ass he was being. The cocky, confident expression was replaced with one of concern as he caught a glimpse of the medications littering the nightstand. Surprisingly enough, they were all your own prescriptions. Probably not strong enough for whatever you were dealing with, Butcher reckons.

“You tried Frenchie’s stash?” he sighs, playful demeanor gone as he goes fishing in his pocket for cigarettes and a light.

“I’m.. saving that as a last resort.”

Butcher lets out a ‘hmph’ as he lights a cigarette, taking a long drag and blowing the smoke out the door.

“What d’ya need?”

“Sorry?”

He takes another drag, this time blowing the smoke out his nose. “Make me a list, I can grab what’cha need.”

It was hard to tell whether or not Butcher was annoyed with you. On one hand, you could appreciate the concern. On the other, it was almost certain Butcher was frustrated with this show of “weakness.” It took you a moment to find the right words- not necessarily wanting to decline the offer, but hesitant to voice your needs.

“You don’t need to grab anything. Meds aren’t helping today, and I can’t ask you to put yourself at risk. But if you’re offering… I wouldn’t mind some company…”

Uneasy silence smothered the room until Butcher finally sighed, dropping his cig on the floor and putting it out before walking into the room, taking long, slow steps. He grabs a nearby chair, loud scraping assaulting your ears as Butcher drags it to the side of your bed, plopping himself down and crossing his arms. More uncomfortable silence envelops the two of you until you decide to speak up.

"You don't have to be here if you don't want to, y'know."

"I know," Butcher mumbles. He glances at you out of the side of his eye, gaze softening as he watches you wince as yet another wave of pain rolls through your body.

Black spots invade your vision as the aching in your body worsens. You let out a low groan, hands gripping the sheets tightly as you wait for this wave to pass.

A larger, calloused hand covers one of yours, startling you enough to open your eyes. Through the black spots, you swore you could see Butcher's hand on yours, thumb rubbing your knuckles softly.

"You'll uh.. You'll be a'right."

You let out a weak laugh at the awkward, but sweet attempt at comfort.

With how little you'd expected from him, this gentle, caring side to Butcher was a welcome surprise. As the pain dissipates, your eyes begin to flutter closed.

"How about ya take it easy today. I'll tell the others not to bother ya, and I'll come back 'n keep ya company." Butcher's voice is soft- unexpectedly considerate.

Nodding weakly, you lean your head back, shifting against the pillows to get comfortable once again.

Butcher squeezes your hand, keeping a firm hold on you as you drift back to sleep.