#josh covered in blood

[zketylers]

JOSH HARTNETT as DETECTIVE KLINE

I COME WITH THE RAIN (2009) dir. Trân Anh Hùng

[rogerdeakinsdp]

Josh Hartnett as Lucas Reyes in FIGHT OR FLIGHT (2025) dir. James Madigan

[wheelsupin-azarathmetrionzinthos]

maybe there's fever burning on the inside, maybe I won't repent

pre-canon 1950s housewife au, don't worry about the context <3

To him, love felt like burning. Josh didn’t love quietly. He loved with his entire being, he loved with all the heat and rage of an uncontrollable blaze. 

Generally, Josh was able to keep it simmering just below the surface, all his passion and intensity reserved just for her.

For loving Rachel, for seeing her, for worshipping the women who’d for some reason decided to love him back.

When directed at Rachel, his love was like the sun, illuminating her talent and light, so that she’d be able to shine. 

He gave her a stage and a home, and he loved her desperately, ardently. She’d seen a broken man and loved him anyway. 

He’d do anything for her.

Anything.

Because sometimes the fire of his love, his passion, flipped. It was no longer the sun but a wildfire, destructive and uncontrollable. 

All it took was a threat—the threat of someone hurting his beautiful wife, the love of his life, his Rachel. 

The club was supposed to be safe. 

It was his domain, the oasis he’d created for all who didn’t fit into society's standards. 

It was busy that night, plenty of faces he didn’t quite recognize, but who’d made it to his club, his little refuge. Someone here trusted them enough to invite them, this was how it worked. It was how they found their community. 

Josh nodded at a newer woman, hand in hand with one of his regulars. His regular, Darla, smirked at him before shooing him off. Josh got the message, he had better things to do than hover on the floor.

And he couldn’t help but agree with Darla. It was almost time for the show.

Rachel Glass was a performer with no equal. She was beautiful, of course, her dark skin glistening underneath the spotlights, in the hazy atmosphere of the club, she looked ethereal, angelic even. She captivated the attention of everyone around her within a single moment. 

And that was before she started to sing. 

Josh remembered the first time he’d heard her sing. 

He’d just returned from France, not quite sure how to start living again, not even quite sure if he wanted to live again. 

All he had was a uniform he could no longer bear to look at, and an inherited building from a great uncle he hadn’t realized knew who he was. 

Directionless and miserable, how was he supposed to just…return to being a civilian? After all the things he’d seen and the things he’d done. Josh wasn’t the man he’d been when he’d left. 

He didn’t think he could settle down into a normal life, not anymore…he needed something else, a purpose. And just like that purpose had fallen into his lap.

 A drink with an old friend, back in town, Janice Wood was like him. Queer in a way the world just didn’t agree with, her eyes lingered on women just as much as his lingered on men. Their drink had turned from one into many, until they were stumbling back to her apartment, and he was sleeping on the couch. 

Instead of waking up to a headache, however, Josh had woken the most beautiful singing he’d ever heard in his life. Clear as crystal, delicate and beautiful. For a moment, Josh wondered if it was an angel before hearing the sounds of the shower and realizing it must be Janice’s roommate. 

“She’s great, right?” Janice had said, before continuing bitterly, “No one will hire her.”

“Why not?” Josh asked, he could hear her voice, even with his limited knowledge, she was clearly talented. Any of the lounges should be begging for her to sing with them.

“Not the right look,” Janice replied, rolling her eyes, “We aren’t in Nashville. We can’t all be Etta James.”

“She deserves to shine,” Josh had said without thinking. Suddenly having a vision for the big space, he didn’t know what to do with.

He could create a place for her to shine, for them all to belong.

And he had.

As Josh watched his wife from the club balcony, he loved her like nothing else. He allowed himself a moment of pride at what he’d been able to create. There weren’t many places where they could feel completely safe. But the club was supposed to be one of them. 

‘Supposed’ being the operative word. 

As Rache’s set was finishing, Josh was interrupted by one of his bouncers. Walter was a former soldier just like him, and he did good work. He was quiet generally, effective without being menacing. Josh had hired him because he listened. Walter often heard things going wrong before they did. 

“Mr. King, we have a problem,” Walter said quietly, making sure only Josh could hear him. 

“What kind of problem?” Josh asked, just as quietly. 

“There’s been a threat…” Walter said, looking uncomfortable, “Against Miss Glass.”

Josh felt the ever-present heat in his chest begin to burn. None of his staff ever called Rachel his wife. It was a safety risk. They’d gotten married in France for a reason. To protect her. To protect them. 

“Who?” Josh’s voice was tight. None of the levity he was known for. 

“Some muscle from Boston,” Walter said, “Delany’s watching them in the alley. Lizzie is watching, Miss Glass. ”

“Good,” Josh tore his eyes away from the stage, knowing Lizzie would let nothing happen to Rachel, “Do we need to stop by my office?”

There was a pause between them. Walter knew what Josh was asking. There was a gun in his office. They’d both been at war. There were circumstances where it just wasn’t avoidable. 

“We should be enough,” Walter said after a moment. “There are only two of them, Mr. King.”

Josh nodded. The fire in his chest continued to burn

–

Josh knew exactly when the other man died. 

He could feel him go limp beneath him, and saw when his hands stopped trying to defend his neck and face. 

Josh heard his gurgling breathing stop, as the other man’s body stopped trying to struggle through the blood that must have been filling his lungs. 

Josh could see his own hands, covered in the blood that had spilled from this man's nose and mouth. The blood that stained both of their clothes and the alleyway beneath them. 

Josh could even taste copper in his mouth from the one hit this man had managed to swing. His fist had connected with Josh’s jaw, not that it had mattered in the moment. Because now, three minutes later, he was dead. 

Josh knew the other man was dead. But he couldn’t stop.

He felt all the rage, and violence, and burning, he kept locked up. Everything he had seen and done, everything he’d lost, everything he could lose. The heat he usually channeled into joy, love, and protecting his community. 

It had flipped. 

This man had presented him with an opportunity to let it all out, to burn. All he’d had to do was threaten Josh’s wife. He’d threatened Josh’s staff. His home. 

His death had been a foregone conclusion, and now his body was just a testament to Josh’s rage, to the ever-present burning. 

He had to protect them. He had to keep Rachel safe. It was his job, his purpose, his calling. Of course, he couldn’t stop; he had to keep going. 

He’d beat the man to a pulp, and to death and beyond, and he regretted nothing.

“Josh,” a clear crystal voice broke through the feral haze of the burning, “You did well, but you have to stop now.”

It was Rachel, of course. Her voice was like cool, calming water on his anger. 

“I’m safe,” she continued softly, arms wrapping around his shoulders as his movement slowed, “and you’re hurting yourself.” 

Slowly, Josh took a deep breath, and as he breathed out, he felt his hands uncurl out of the fists, and he felt the pain of bruised and beaten knuckles, scratches on his arms, and blood in his mouth. 

“You’re safe,” he repeated, finally looking away from the collapsed mess of a face that he’d caused. Instead, he looked at Rachel, who slowly helped him to his feet.

Someone, probably Lizzie, had made sure she’d slipped on a coat before coming out here into the darkness. Josh frowned. He’d never wanted that for her, to see his darkness. 

“I love you,” she said, pulling his injured hand to his lips, uncaring that they were bloody. That he’d just killed someone, reminding him once again that she’d decided to love him, every piece of him, “Thank you for keeping me safe.”

“You should go back inside,” he murmured, taking in their surroundings. They had to deal with the body. Rachel gave him an arch look before he finally let himself smile. “I love you, too.”

“I’ll be waiting for you, let everyone else handle it,” Rachel said quietly, before slipping back towards the club with Lizzie, her ever-present shadow. 

“Walter,” Josh said, knowing that he’d know what he meant. 

“The patrons are all gone,” Walter began to speak, “Delaney’s gone to make sure that the cops have been compensated, and I can deal with the body, Mr. King. Standard procedure.”

“Walter-”

“You did what you had to do,” Walter interrupted, “No more, no less. Miss Glass is right, we can handle this.”

“What did I do to deserve such a loyal staff?” Josh joked, the heat contained once again, no longer feeling like a wild animal who’d been set free.

“You pay us well, sir.” Walter said dryly, leaving out the unspoken truth. Walter would go home with Delaney, roommates, and co-workers to the rest of the world. But here, their love was recognized for exactly what it was: “Now please, let me handle this.”

“Thank you, Walter,” Josh said, before making his way back to the club. 

Josh didn’t love quietly. He loved with his entire being, he loved with all the heat and rage of an uncontrollable blaze. 

To him, love felt like burning.

And he was heading towards her, to the woman who made him burn, like the sun.

To her, to Rachel. 

For her, he’d do anything.

[ihonestlydontknowwhattocallthis]

At first when I watched Abigail I saw frank and thought: right okay, annoying, kind of a dick but probably won’t die straight away

But then when he turned into a vampire

Oh. Oh my god

That is an attractive man

[contentabnormal]

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[himbovillain-anon]

So I FINALLY got around to watching trap…

That’s all I’ll say I don’t want tumblr to take down my post <3

[thatsgonnaleaveamark]

watched a movie because i saw a nice looking gifset (and then lost it :() and wow it's been a while since i've seen a movie that is so entertaining and satisfactory in the whump department for me with characters that are so my type (whump & aesthetic attraction wise) with Such an unsatisfactory ending

[lovelikeafuneral]

i need jeremy allen white to be in a GOOD horror movie 🙏

[tripthelightfandomtastic]

Josh really said, "give the girlies (gn) something for Halloween 👁🩸👁"

[theswampghost]

josh hutcherson was born to be in horror movies. put that man in a situation

[t0ast-ghost]

New movie to add to the horror list !

You might have seen slashers, and you might have seen slasher parodies, but have you seen Tragedy Girls (2017)?

Filled to the brim with kills, two girls set out to become internet famous, only thing is it’s a bit harder than they thought. They kidnap a serial killer, do a bit of killing themselves, and keep on posting videos with the help of Jordan. Each action that is made feels like the characters are rightfully affected or unaffected.

With actors like Alexandra Shipp and Brianna Hildebrand as our main girls. Some supporting cast like Josh Hutcherson, Jack Quaid (really only reason I knew about this movie), and Craig Robinson. OH YEAH AND ROSALIND CHAO (who played Keiko fuckin O’Brien).

A take on slashers that is wonderfully deviant but also sticks to the gorey nature of the genre (it reminded me of intruders (1989) or evil dead, so Sam Raimi-like horror). So if you enjoy a story of two girls absolutely destroying everything around them take a look at Tragedy Girls.

[zketylers]

i need that damn blonde dead beat cookie so bad T__T

[illusioninfnty]

Fight, Flight, Fuck!

જ⁀➴ Fuck or Die : Day 21

feat. Josh Washington ᯓ★ A scary man corners you alone, hopeless in only a mere towel. Your first reaction? Plead that you'll do anything to stay alive.

warnings! : NSFW 18+, lowkey bisexual reader if you squint, josh in psycho costume, dub-con bc reader doesn't know it's him, breast play, no prep, fingering, degradation, one (1) pussy slap, unprotected sex, creampie, use of chloroform (not during sex)

ᯓ★ kinktober m.list || read on ao3

You sink down deeper into the hot water that fills the large bathtub, closing your eyes in relaxation. At the other end of the tub lies Sam, classical music blasting through her earbuds. It wasn’t your initial intention to be sharing a bath with her, but there was only enough hot water for one bath, and neither of you were going to give it up.

And to be completely honest, you really didn’t mind it much.

You don’t realize that you were drifting off until you hear the slam of the bathroom door. You jolt, some of the wash around you splashing outside of the tub. Sam hears it too, with the way she pulls her earbuds out of her ears and looks around.

“What was that?” she asks, voice low with caution.

Your eyes narrow. “I’m not sure.” You pull yourself out of the tub, grabbing a white towel to dry yourself off with. When you go to reach for your clothes that you left on the ground, they’re nowhere to be seen. You look around the room, trying to see if you maybe forgot where you placed them, but to no avail your clothes have seemingly disappeared.

“Hey Sam?” 

She hums in response. 

“Where are our clothes?”

“Shit,” she hisses, looking around frantically. “Ugh, those jerks. Seriously guys? Not cool!” she yells out, in the direction of the door.

“Assholes.” You roll your eyes. “I’ll go find them.” You secure your towel to yourself, adjusting it so all of your more private areas are covered.

“You sure you don’t need any back up?”

“Don’t worry. I can handle these pricks.”

She laughs, placing her headphones back in her ears and resting her head against the edge of the tub.

With that you head outside, shutting the bathroom door behind you and leaving Sam to her peaceful bath.

As you walk through the lodge and down the stairs, you’re unsettled by how dark and quiet it seems, much more than it should be with some or your friends still roaming around.

“Guys?” You’re only met with the eerie silence, your voice the only thing echoing back to you in the spacious lodge.

“Alright, you got us. It’s not funny anymore, give our clothes back!” you shout out, hoping someone, anyone, will take pity on you and relent.  

You try again as you walk through the lodge. “Josh? Chris? Ash? Where the fuck are you?”

No answer. You sigh, frustrated, and make your way to the cinema room, hoping you can find them in there.

When you arrive and begin to search the area, a deep, scratchy voice intervenes. “Looking for me? I don’t think you’ll have much luck by looking, poor little thing.”

Your blood runs cold at the unfamiliar voice that rings out throughout the lodge. You turn to run out the room, but you gasp as a figure emerges in the entryway.

He is large and imposing, at least a head taller than you. His dark blue overalls look to be stained with a dark liquid, and you aren’t sure you want to find out what it is. The scariest of all though, is the mask that he wears. It’s white, caked in dirt and grime, reminiscent of a skull. The ugly teeth of the mask protrude out, and the black of the eye holes has it so you can’t make out the man’s actual eyes.

You go to scream and run away, but the man swiftly picks you up with ease, clasping a hand over your mouth and shushing you.

“Don’t make a sound if you want to live.” He whispers it into your ear, his voice deep and guttural, as if he’s purposely lowering his voice to sound scarier. 

Whatever he's trying to do though, it’s working. You feel your legs tremble beneath you, and you know you’d collapse onto the floor if he wasn’t holding you up.

“P-please,” you whimper when he finally takes his gloved hand off of your mouth, “I’ll do anything. Just let me go.”

He chuckles. “Anything?”

Fuck. You two sound like you just came straight out of a shitty porno. But maybe those girls had the right idea though. If this was going to be your one-way pass out of death, so be it.

“Y-yeah.” You nod. “Whatever you want.”

Your front sides are pressed against each other, and through it you can feel the stir of his cock as it hardens. One of his hands raises as it tears your towel from you in one fell swoop. 

You gasp in surprise, standing naked in his grasp as he starts to fondle your breasts, tweaking at your nipples that harden from the exposure to the cool air of the cinema room.

A strangled noise leaves your lips as his hands continue to paw at your breasts, the pleasure reaching down to your pussy. Embarrassingly, you can feel yourself grow wet down there. Your cheeks heat up at the thought. In your defense, it had been a while since you’d had sex. Even any sort of over-the-clothes touching wasn’t something that you’d experienced since a couple of months ago, at this point.

Sensing your increased arousal, one of the man’s hands leaves your breast and travels down to your pussy. His fingers flit around your thighs, until he finally lands on your wet slit.

“Such a slut.” He hisses out. You bite your lip as his fingers begin to tease at your wet folds. “How many of your friends have touched you like this?”

“N-none,” you reply—truthfully. Your hips buck against his hands, desperate for some relief from his taunting.

“How many do you want to touch you like this?” he fires back.

Your silence seems to be louder than words could ever be. He chuckles darkly, and then brings his hand back to slap your pussy. You cry out, throwing your head back at the pain.

“Fucking dirty girl. What would they say if they saw you like this, acting like a slut for my cock? What would Josh say?”

“How the fuck do you know—mmph!” You're interrupted by him shoving two of his fingers up your pussy. You’re startled by the sudden intrusion, and silently thank whoever’s listening for making sure that you’re wet as he does so.

His fingers piston in and out of you relentlessly; all you can do is moan in response, helpless against his body.

The intrusion doesn’t distract you from the dread that pools in your stomach by this psycho knowing Josh’s name. You desperately hope that he’s safe right now. All you can do in the moment is let yourself indulge in the temporary pleasure, and then escape so that you can find your friends, warn them, and make sure that everyone’s okay.

Sensing your thoughts drifting off, the man removes his fingers from you. You whine at the loss, but your walls tighten around emptiness as you hear a zipper and his cock springs out, pressing against your backside.

“Gonna shove this all inside of you, and you’re going to enjoy it real good, aren’t you?”

“Y-yes!” you cry out wantonly, hoping to please him with your eagerness. But at the same time, you were a bit startled by just how much you wanted this, too.

Without another word he shoves his cock into you, and you melt as his thickness stretches you out so nicely. He begins thrusting at a steady rhythming, gripping your hips so tight you’re positive they’ll be bruised later today.

You’re helpless at this point, at the mercy of this man and his incessant rutting inside of you. The cinema room is filled with the sounds of his low grunts, your unintelligible mewls, and the sounds of skin-to-skin contact as his hips meet your ass with his hard thrusts.

You grab blindly behind you, clasping your hands onto him for some stability, the denim of his overalls scratching at your skin. You whimper as he bends you over some more, the new angle having his cock reach deeper inside you. Your moan is stretched out as your eyes roll into the back of your head.

One hand comes down to reach for your clit, and you know you’re done for. As he begins to rub at the nub, your hips thrash widely. The combination of his cock hitting places inside of you that haven’t ever been touched and the sensations coming through from your sensitive clit have you cumming. You lurch forward as your breath comes out in broken gasps, falling apart on his cock.

The man isn’t too far behind you, as his hips begin to stutter and his grunts come out at a faster pace, in a more breathier tone. He whispers something too softly for your ears to recognize, and then he slams his hips against you one last time as he cums, the hot liquid filling you up all over.

His grasp on you loosens slightly, and you feel yourself shake as you attempt to recover from your orgasm, feeling his cum spill out of you and down your thighs. From behind you, the man rummages around, and you turn to see what he’s doing.

Before you can figure out what’s going on, a cloth comes up to your face, pressing tightly against your nose and mouth. You start to panic but soon feel dizzy, recognizing the sweet aroma coming from it to be chloroform. The world starts spinning around you, and you collapse in the man’s arms as his voice is that last thing you hear before you lose consciousness.

“Nighty, night, little kitten. I’ll get you all cleaned up.”

[leahkenobi]

porch light

frank castle x reader

word count: 1.4k

summary: inspired by porch light by josh meloy. frank made a promise: come hell or high water, he would always come home to you. he intends to make good on that.

warnings: mentions of blood, partial nudity, slightly self-loathing frank. mostly fluff.

a/n: well well well. fulfilling the fanfic author cliche of “i have literally been through hell since my last update. so sorry i fell off the side of the earth for awhile.” to keep it vague, losing someone really made me lose my desire to write. while the wound will probably never heal, for the first time in so long, i’ve felt like i could do this again. and who better to bring us back then frank motherfucking castle. please excuse the writing it’s been so so long. but, if you would like to be added to a frank taglist, lmk and i will happily add you. no promises of how often i will make updates bc school is actually kicking my ass, but i’m trying!

picture was taken from pinterest! credits to the owner!

with the wind knocked from his lungs and blood still dripping from his face, frank had one mission left to complete before he could collapse: get home.

he made the promise long ago when you had moved into the quaint house in the suburbs with him.

no matter how ugly it was, how badly he was injured or how empty he felt, he would make his way home to you. night after night, he kept his promise, only breaking it when he was away for a multi-night event, like this past one.

but he had sent you the text, so he couldn’t go back on his word now.

i’m coming home baby. leave the porch light on.

his bones felt like lead as he heaved himself into his truck, a two hour drive ahead of him until he would see you. his reason, his heart, his everything.

———

your past few nights were hauntingly quiet. no sounds of clatter from the kitchen as frank cooked for you both, no soft hum of the television as he watched one of his documentaries, no quiet breaths as he slept next to you.

on nights without him, sleep almost always evaded you. it’s not that you didn’t want to, it’s not even that you were particularly worried about frank.

of course, there would always be anxiety with the line of business he was in. but you knew him. not even a bullet to the head could take him out. a symbol of strength and perseverance, he was nearly indestructible in your mind.

it was the lack of his heat that kept you awake until the wee hours of the morning. the absence of his smell, so strong of cedar and masculinity that made it impossible for you to find rest. the missing arm that he draped over your waist as you slept, a constant weight and reminder that even in sleep, he would never let anything get to you first. he would throw himself over your body and take a thousand shots to his back before so much as a shot gun bead could penetrate your skin.

around eleven, as you lie lounging on your couch, caught up in one of frank’s many books, the familiar buzz of your phone startled you out of your story.

a message from an unknown number sent anxiety through your bones. until you opened it.

you saw the words and relief passed through your body.

i’m coming home baby. leave the porch light on.

you knew who it was instantly. a small smile spread across your lips.

you typed out a short message back.

will do.

———

the two hour window between the text and frank’s arrival felt like eternity. your mind filled with questions.

would he be covered in blood?

would ahe be silent like he always was after a particularly rough night?

did he succeed on his little quest?

finally, the firm sound of boots on your creaky old steps fell upon your ears and interrupted your constant internal monologue of questions. you were instantly on your feet, reaching the front door in record time.

you stared at him. even from your poorly lit porch, you could see the sheen of blood on his face.

he lifted his head and saw your familiar silhouette.

god, he’d fucking missed you.

“hey baby,” he graveled out.

“frank, honey…” you started as you went to meet him on the third step.

you reached him in a second, hands instantly coming to his face. you needed to feel the rough stubble of his beard and the contrast of his soft skin.

“hey, hey..” he whispered, gently removing your hands from his face and placing them on his shoulders instead.

you leaned into him, head resting against that stony chest of his, absorbing the heat of his body, enraptured in the scent of gunpowder and blood and him.

he kissed the top of your head, seamlessly melting back into the man he was with you. the patient, gentle man who’s only wish was to keep you safe and tend to your every desire.

“missed you so fuckin much baby. couldn’t get here fast enough,” he softly said, gently pulling you out of his chest and tilting your chin up to him.

your eyes met his, melting that roughness he had carried back with him with your one look.

“missed you too frankie. cmon let’s get inside,” you said, grabbing his hand and leading him off the porch and through the front door.

the smell of home nearly made his heart burst as it reached his busted nose. the flowers he had bought you before he left, his favorite pasta dish you had likely made for dinner, the laundry that you had folded up neatly now lying on the couch and you. he nearly groaned as he felt it all surround him.

he dropped his bag just after you had closed the door behind him, letting the weight of the past few days slip off him.

“let me,” you said, bending to untie his dirty old boots.

“i got-“

“no frank. let me take care of this,” you told him.

a small grin graced his face. of course you wanted to tend to him. always giving, always soothing. how could a man so thoroughly fucked up as himself ever deserve you? ever deserve to come home to all of this?

you tapped his ankles, indicating your completion of the task. he slipped them off and reached down to grab your hand.

“thank you,” he said, “you don’t need to-“

“you stubborn, stubborn man. just let me help you,” you smiled.

god he shouldn’t be this lucky. not after all he’s done.

“kay baby,” he relented, letting you do what you always did for him. make him feel.

———

you led him upstairs and into the bathroom and turned on the hot water for him.

he unfastened his belt and dropped his pants. as you turned back toward him, you gave him a soft smile.

“c’mere,” he let out, pulling you back into him. he couldn’t get enough of this. feeling you against him. warm, safe, home.

you slid your hands underneath his black henley. he allowed it, let you pull it up over his head. allowed you to run your nails over his tight abs as his muscles tensed.

“get cleaned up. i’ll go warm up the leftovers-“

“nah don’t worry about it. not hungry. just want you,” he said meeting your gaze beneath his, keeping his arms around you, his bare skin against your clothed form.

a yawn crept out of you, your darkened under eyes becoming noticeable to frank as he looked at you closer.

“go get in bed sweetheart. be right there,” he said as he released you. you let him be, closing the door gently on the way out. you knew he needed that time alone, needed to let the heat of the shower wash away his newest sins.

———

you stripped from your clothing, clad only in your underwear, and slipped under the sheets.

after a few minutes, frank opened the door attached to your bedroom and came out in his boxers, the steam from the shower wafting out after him.

he saw your form bundled beneath the thick comforter and felt everything fade from him. every ache in his body, every pain in his heart, all the rage he kept buried inside. it just… dissipated. because there was his girl. sleepy eyes locked on his, trying so hard to stay open. body wrapped in god knows how many blankets because you were always “so cold, frankie. you’re my heater.”

this was what he came home for. this angel of a woman, the beat in his fucking chest.

he slid under the blankets, exhaling a sigh of relief.

it took him less than a second to reach for your body and pull you into him. he indulged his desire to have your skin on his.

you nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck, inhaling the familiar scent of irish spring soap. you’d lost track of how many times you’d told him he needed more than just one bar of soap for everything.

he kissed the crown of your head and another yawn escaped you.

“i got you now, baby. just sleep,” he said.

“g’night frankie. so glad you’re home,” you said sleepily.

“no where i’d rather be,” he responded quietly, slowly shutting his eyes and allowing sleep to overtake him.

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@crumbledcastle28

[kreayshawni]

Asking a request for my irl husband!

Perhaps kissing headcanons for Jerry? If that’s already been done dating headcanons would also be so fun! People are always sleeping on Jerry he’s so fun and interesting!!

OFCC !! thanks for ur request! <3 i need more jerry askss ||ヽ(*￣▽￣*)ノミ|Ю

dating jerry would include...

he's the most hygienic and overall, kindest of them all.

he's very nervous around you, no matter your personality, he's just afraid he'll say the wrong thing and you'll slip away, so reassurance is very much needed

he remembers literally every little detail about you. or things you've said, just so he can mention something about your favorite game / show / movie, whatever, to get you to talk more

''wow yeah, how'd you know i liked that?''

''i heard you talk about it like 5 months ago''

he doesn't realize how odd he sounds.

he blindly supports you, like if you're talking shit and you start to backpedal thinking you were in the wrong, he'll just feed into your delusions and tell you, you were in the right

he could genuinely just stare at you for hours on end. and he'll still find something new about you.

he can't stop talking about you either, he will nonstop yap to his mother about you, or if you're in the club he'll constantly go on about how he misses you if you couldn't come to a campaign. everyone is SICK of him

he doesn't exactly use nicknames, besides babe, but he loves ''girlfriend, boyfriend, partner''. it's not like an actual nickname but he just likes referring to you as something that's his. like, ''my girlfriend's coming over today'' ''have u seen my boyfriend?'' ''my partner is so nice''

kisses are always gentle with him, he'll have one hand on the back of your neck to keep you close. his lips are surprisingly soft, but he's probably a lip-bitter / picker, so 💔💔 i feel like he'd like mint/peppermint flavored things, so he probably tastes like that with a blue cherry gatorade mix

he, unfortunately, doesn't defend you that much. you really have to force him to stand up

i feel like his sleep schedule is all over the place so if you're a night-owl, great!! remember the, ''the marathon men'' comic chapter ?? when josh's parents kicked them out, he definitely went to your house in a sleep-deprived daze, and immediately collapsed on your bed with a vomit-covered t-shirt on, and dry blood around his nose

out of everyone honestly you two would have a higher chance of getting married in the future

'' i write these stupid words, and i love every one ''

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HII!!

SOOO.. i decided to start writing!! For the eltingville club! (They would hate me but shh..) I ran out of fics in a day.. so I'm doing God's work and supplying 🫡 (i actually have experience writing fics but got logged out of that accouht... and it was a different Fandom so good luck)

Anyway enough of my background stuff, here's fem! dating headcannons for all of the eltingville boys, plus a poly one 👅

Cw! SFW BUT SUGGESTIVE STUFF SAID BEYOND THIS POINT! Like lowkey could ne nsfw to someone but not to me.. Bill is still kinda a misogynist, but nicer. Pete is a little freak. I have a small preference for writing bill ... so sorry if his is longer 💔 pete has little siblings , poly is shorter bc I ran out of ideas 💔

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Bill

♡He .. to put it nicely sucks at most things. He's never done this before! Give him a break.. he gifts you small things from time to time that corelate to your interests, saying something like "here women god .."

♡He hates the club seeing you. He'll brag about you sure, but he doesn't want their filthy eyes to see you. He knows where they'd be looking

♡He isn't the best at affection so he'll normally just keep his arm around you, or hand on your thigh. He doesn't know what women like be nice to him

♡Will rant for HOURS about his interests, if you share some, he'll then quiz you about the lore , calling you fake if you mess up. He's a "Name five characters" type of man..

♡He starts to shower and use chapstick more, brushes his hair, the whole nine yards. But only if he knows you're coming to see him. He doesn't find showering necessary

♡Tries to be a manly macho man (he's failing). He wants you to rely on him because "that's a man's job" , even if you end up having him rely on you..

♡He dreams about you. In starteck outfits, in starwars, saving you from the big bad guy, he can't stop! Sometimes, if he's feeling nice, he'll look away from any boob's that the guys end up showing on movies.

♡Has a small staring problem.. he can't help it! Tits that are all his? And aren't imaginary? Jackpot! He's a pervert I'm sorry!

Pete

♡He is definitely always horny.. groping is his love language.

♡Shows you SO many horror movies, and purposely tries to scare you so he can seem 'manly' and cuddle you better

♡He LOVES watching you squirm, knowing you're so vurnable and grossed out/uncomfortable, it does something, but he will stop whatever movie he's watching if it gets too far

♡Will struggle with romance, like he doesn't wanna be seen doing basic normie shit. He wants any gifts or romantic gestures to be special... which normally ends up with a concerning amount of fake? Blood covering the both of you.

♡Loves to watch you cook, and I mean LOVES it. He loves watching you in an apron or even just clothes doing things like a house wife, he loves it.

♡Good with some kids.. (ex his little siblings) but leave him alone with them and you're ASKING for trauma for those poor kids.

♡If you're mentally ill? Great! He loves it, He's into some weird things.. but if you genuinely need comfort he'll try

♡Halloween is sacred to him and you WILL do matching costumes or he will ignore you for the whole night

Josh

♡One of the softer ones out of the boys

♡Everything and Everyone else is so mean amd rough , that he just wants both of you to be sweet and cuddle, he wants you to love him just as much as he loves you

♡He'll banter with you, but will never try to go too far, insecure that you'll leave him.

♡He only yells if he's very mad, he sucks at apologizing though.. so good luck on that part

♡He is so used to everyone being against him, that if you are just on his side, he's head over heels

♡He can't fight for the life of him, the other boys being the only thing that's as weak as him. But he will certainly threaten anyone who's mean to you

♡Gets embarrassed very easily, and tries to best to hide it, point it out and he gets even worse.. he was probably staring at your tits or something

♡He actively tries to have better hygiene for you, and his mom LOVES you for it. She thinks your a saint sent to help her son, and so you are very loved in that house.

Jerry

♡He is definitely the nicest out of all the boys, being gentle, almost treating you like a figure, something to be protected, but one that actually is a person!

♡Definitely rants about future plans in D&D to you, however if you play, he tries not to spoil it, push him and he'll crack though.

♡Loves for you to help him act out the scenes he plans , so he knows if they flow right

♡He loves to get you little gifts, and hide them around where you'll find them.

♡He may be sweeter but he's still like the other boys , has a tendency to whine when under pressure, and a HORRIBLE decision maker, just make them for him atp

♡He tries to be respectful about you and your body, not wanting to upset you, this is the only girl who has ever looked at him, he's so glad for this

♡Cosplays couples with you, like link and Zelda, peach and Mario, ect ect

♡Blushes easily, but LOVES to see you blush, just watching your cheeks tint from something he did? Exhilarating

Poly

♡I imagine, they all date you, they are NOT dating eachother, that's gay. (I'm bi dw)

♡Giving attention is like rolling a dice, get a low roll and they all decide that now NEED attention or they will DIE.

♡They all love to make you voice whatever girl they end up saving in d&d

♡They all will whine like toddlers if you can't make it to a meeting

♡If you all are watching a movie, you will be in the middle, no ifs, ands, or buts, about it.

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