#this was just something that made me happy that I was gonna keep no matter what

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Divorcing John Price | Reddit Replies

AITA Part 1

I read through some of the responses from my moment of weakness. I shouldn’t have posted to Reddit of all places but dammit I couldn’t talk to anyone about this. My therapist knew but watching her lock down her muscles all I could see was the ‘don’t react, don’t react, don’t react’ screaming through her mind as I dropped the news on her. Objective would be the only kind of conversation I got from her.

“Is there anything he can do or change that would make you want to stay?”

“Have you thought about couples therapy?”

“Let’s check in, is there any part of you that doesn’t want this?”

Telling any of my friends before I told John felt dishonest and shameful, apparently telling the entirety of AITA forum didn’t hit that same bell though. I don’t plan on replying to anyone, but answer them in my head anyway.

Reddit user/veto58468731247

Dude…are you okay?

Heh, I guess? Finding the choices I made at twenty don’t fit as well in my thirties.

Reddit user/ Vanta (say happy cake day)

Have you thought about talking to him? Maybe if you talk with him and let him know you can start a trail of actions and therapy to show you at least tried. IDK 🤷🏾‍♀️ I also think maybe he married you as a beard of you think he is too friendly with the guys he works with. Have you heard of a lavender marriage?

Well, damn. A lavender marriage wouldn’t be that bad. I would want my own money though, need it. I can’t keep up the tap dance of toeing the line between keeping him happy and making sure I can live and enjoy my life. It would have to be a friendship kind of relationship and not a marriage. A friendship means I can go ahead without having to check on things that truly don’t matter to me but will cause stress if mess with. That would be the only way that I could keep going like I have been. I never had a chance to be a dumb twenty-something; the idea of kissing a girl doesn’t light a spark but I want to try you know? Just to see.

Reddit user/ NotReallyDumb:

Poor guy. This is why men should be careful about who they get pregnant. His wife is complaining about being a fucking housewife.

The slow blink that I can’t stop reading this one pairs nicely with the block button. Making sweeping statements about a situation you only know the grievances about will never be helpful for anyone. Like why the fuck would the jerk type that out? ‘NotReallyDumb’ seems really dumb.

Reddit user/ DontDropTheSoap:

Is this who I think it is? Is John [redacted] who I think it is? 👀👀👀

This one got a reply. I shouldn’t have, but if any of his men were sleeping with him and smiling in your face? That roiled in my chest like a hurricane at sea.

I don’t know, Soap, [please read this with a popping of the p]. Why don’t you schedule lunch with the wife of who you think this is and we can compare notes.

I pop the p on Soap at least once every time I see him. Tiny bits bring me joy.

Reddit user/ therapyisforsuckersandassholes

Husband must not be a real man if he can’t do more than crash after coming home from work.

First off, asshole, my husband does crazy hard work and him collapsing into himself wouldn’t be a problem if he could pull himself out of the funk for anything except his men. If I was important to him, if the kids held a higher hold on his heart, he would at least try for us.

Mentally replying to this one caught me in the neck. Tears started without my permission. That was it. The big issue. John would always find the energy to save his men from anything, but couldn’t find the will to schedule a babysitter or take me on a date. He commanded men all day, a captain. But one annoyed sigh from his strong-willed wife and he crumbled. Fucker needed to step up or step out because I couldn’t hold this teeter-totter still much longer.

Reddit user/sharingcaringandassstuff

Do you have a job hun? It sounds like you’re gonna be needing one soon if not.

Not a full-time gig, no, but soon the kids will all be in school and I can swing getting job that pays more and has more h. I’ve been using John’s pay to clear the debt that hasn’t yet been wiped away. While you want the house I won’t fight him for it. I would happily find somewhere to sleep during the weeks he is home and with the kids. Honestly, keeping it for them would be the best option in my opinion.

Reddit user/8675309999971

Does your husband do anything?

Both too much and not enough. Therapist said he sounded avoidant and that if he can’t face the ninety seconds it would take for his brain to stop throwing panic why would I want to keep trying for this marriage? Can’t I step back and keep him as a co-parent instead of drowning under the weight of my own unmet needs?

Three days later a text from John’s sergeant, Soap, with an offer to go to grab lunch solidifies the fact I cannot stay as I am.

Drafting the options takes several days. There it sits in stark black and white, the end of what we were and the beginning of what we could be.

If he chooses divorce, I won’t ask for alimony. I will fight tooth and nail to be the primary custodian of our children though. Between his job and his long absences, any well-educated person could see that child support payments would be cheaper than a nanny.

However, if he chooses a lavender marriage I want him out of the main bedroom. I get two days free every month to do whatever the hell I want while he gets to be home with the kids. I will treat this legal agreement exactly like what it is. A legal agreement. The thing about contracts is they can be updated, adjusted, changed, if both parties agree.

John will balk, but the man had ten-plus years to buck up and try for something different. I’m not waiting on his inconsistent timing anymore.

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Shout out to @miss-vanta-likes-to-write and @skeletonsucker for helping me with the reddit replies 😘

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Saved at Sea: Final Part

Bob Floyd x Reader

Warnings: Smut, Angst, Fluff, Pining, Love Triangle, Injuries, Hospitals, Natural Disaster

- Part 5 Here -

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18+ Only - Spicy Chapter

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The last thing you remember was staring up at Bob, his jaw clenched and eyes focused as he held you close in his arms and ran, shielding you from falling debris.

You remember feeling fuzzy, warm, the pain in your leg ebbing away and you thought… this is nice. You felt good. You felt peaceful.

And then the fuzzy feeling grew stronger, heavier, and you were struggling to keep your eyes open.

“Bobby…” you murmured, but he didn’t hear you. Not over the colossal crashing noise behind you. You wanted to tell him you loved him, that you were sorry for the pain you caused him, but you couldn’t get your tongue to move.

It felt like a heavy stone in your mouth, unmoving and useless.

Then it went dark, and that’s all you remembered.

Opening your eyes, you felt that same sense of fuzziness, your mind was clouded with confusion and you felt like someone had replaced your brain with a giant wad of cotton wool.

Your hands slid across the bed sheets and gripped, everything was so… bright. White sheets, white curtains, white light steaming in from the windows, and you had to blink a few times to adjust.

“Hey…you’re awake.” A familiar, deep voice said, and you felt strong hands wrap gently around yours.

You looked to your right and blinked at Bradley dumbly. “Where…?” Was all you could manage.

“You’re in the hospital. You were hurt in the earthquake, but you’re gonna be ok, kid.” He forced a smile but you could tell something was weighing on him.

Then it all came back to you as your brain fog subsided.

Bob, the Earth quake, him not leaving without you… your leg.

You shot up in bed, panic stricken, “Where’s Bob?” You asked, your throat tightening as you tried to climb out of the hospital bed, wires and seemingly endless IV’s tangling and pulling at your skin.

“Hey, hey! Don’t get up, you’re hurt, Y/N.”

“But… Bob, where is he? Is he hurt? Did he-“ you couldn’t finish the thought without letting out a panicked sob.

“No! No honey, Bob’s fine. He wasn’t hurt. He’s just grabbing everyone some coffee. Nat’s here, so is Hangman, they’re milling about somewhere, stretching their legs.”

You let out a choked breath that was supposed to be one of relief but only made you want to cry again. “How long have I been here?” You sniffed, squeezing his hand.

“4 days, it was touch and go for the first two, but you’ve got a strength like no other kid, you’ve bounced back so fast.” He took his other hands and carded his fingers through your hair lovingly, but still his eyes were sad.

“What is it Roo? There’s something you’re not telling me.”

Bradley sighed and stared at you for a minute, “It’s nothing, it’s not important right now.”

You shook your head and it made your head hurt.

“No, tell me, please? Or I’ll go out of my mind.”

Bradley sighed, weighing up his options before he eventually nodded, “Yeah, okay. I’ve realised something, sort of just now but I think I always knew.”

You sat up slightly in bed and angled your body towards him, “What is it? You’re kinda scaring me, Brad.”

He bit his cheek and then found your eyes again, nodding, “I’m in love with you, kid. Like… way in love with you. When I thought you were gonna die, it scared the shit out of me thinking I wasn’t gonna be able to tell you. So I said when… if you woke up, I’d tell you.” His voice was shaky.

Your heart began to race, but you weren’t sure if you were happy to hear he loved you or not.

Both maybe?

Then he continued, “But… I realise now that you’ll never love me back.”

Your heart stopped.

“Because I saw the fear in your eyes, the panic when you thought Bob was hurt. I see the way they light up when you talk about him, how the light leaves them when you’re broken over him. Your eyes, your beautiful eyes, they stay the same for me, no matter what happens, and that’s how I know you love Bob and not me.”

You reached out and gripped his forearm, “Roo, love takes time, I chose you for a reason, I can see myself falling for you and-“

“Love takes time but you fell for Bob within a couple of weeks. I fell for you the day I laid eyes on you. We’ve been hanging out for months, and I get that grief puts a dampener on things, but… if you were ever gonna love me, sweetheart, it would have happened by now.”

You were speechless, you knew he was right but you didn’t want to admit it, you didn’t wanna lose him.

You cared deeply for Bradley, you loved having him around, but was that ever going to be enough for either of you?

Eventually you nodded, and you swore Bradley winced. “I’m so sorry Roo… if I could choose who I love-“

He stopped you by stroking your cheek and shaking his head, “Then you would pick Bob in every lifetime. It’s okay, kid. It sucks, but… I’m so glad I got to experience being with you even just for a night.”

You let out a shaky sigh, and leaned forward to press a long, meaningful kiss against his lips.

When you pulled away, Brad was smiling. “You always know just what I need.” He chuckled.

Someone cleared their throat in the doorway and your heads shot up.

“Okayyy so I was obviously right about something going on between you and Brad.” Nat smirked gleefully.

“Nat…” you breathed in relief, holding your arms out as she rushed over to you and gave you a hug. “Oh god I’m so happy to see you.”

“You have no idea.” She reciprocated, “Brad told me you’d be going to talk to Bob, and he asked me to check if you were ok when the news of the bridge collapsing spread. When I found you… I really thought we’d lost you, Y/N.” She was sniffling now, her voice heavy.

Nats apartment wasn’t far from Bob’s and she would often take a walk over to check on him, so Brad must have known it would have been far quicker for her to go than Brad himself.

“Thank you… thank you both.” You said as you pulled back, smiling softly at both of them.

“Brad, is it ok if I speak to Nat alone for a sec?”

Bradley nodded, squeezed your hand once more as his eyes lingered on you, as if drinking you in for the final time, and the he smiled, leaving you and Nat to talk in private.

“What’s up with you two then?” She grinned, wiggling her eyebrows playfully, her eyes still red from your emotional hug.

You laughed softly, “Nothing anymore.”

“Anymore?” Her eyes widened.

You sighed, “I… was conflicted. When Bob was gone, Brad really stepped up. I’d grown some feelings for him and then Bob came back so different and-“

“And you weren’t sure where your head was at. Yeah, sure I get that, babe. It’s only normal given what you’ve been through.”

Your shoulders sagged in relief. “It is?”

She smiled knowingly, “It is. So… by that kiss I would have assumed you chose Brad, but by what you’re saying I’m guessing you haven’t?”

Your eyes landed on your hands tangled in your lap, IV’s bruising your skin. “No. That was a goodbye kiss, I guess. I thought I was making the right choice when I chose Brad, but he pointed out that it will always be Bob. And he’s right, to be honest. It will always be Bob. I’m still not really sure how it’s gonna work, he’s still different, and I need to get to know him all over again before… you know. I love him, I really love him, but it’s different this time around, I need time. I just hope he understands.”

“He does.” A deep voice sounded from the doorway.

You and Nat both looked up suddenly, and your cheeks flushed as you watched Bob walk from the doorway over to the bed, a soft smile on his otherwise stoic face.

“Okaaay that’s my queue. I’ll see you later babe.” Nat kissed your head and left the room, leaving you alone with Bob.

And it made your heart crash against your chest.

Bob sat on the edge of the bed and brushed his thumb over your bruised cheekbone.

You leaned into him, your eyes fluttering shut.

“I will always wait for you, beautiful girl.” He hummed, and you drew in a sharp breath.

“I don’t know how much of that you heard-“

“I love you, too. And I’ll give you as much time as you need. And I’m sorry for my erratic moods, I’m gonna go to therapy, I should have started right away. I know it must have been difficult, me being this way.”

You shook your head, cupping his hand against your cheek. “No, Bobby. It’s not your fault, after everything you’ve been through-“

“Yeah but that doesn’t mean you have to take the brunt of it. Sometimes… I get these really dark thoughts, and they’re dangerous ones. I don’t wanna hurt you, but I’m scared if I don’t get help I might do exactly that.”

You nodded slowly, “Then maybe we both need time. I’ll wait for you.”

Bob nodded back, his thumb stroking down to your jaw. “When I thought I’d lost you during the quake… that was the most terrified I’ve ever been. It was a wake up call. I’m gonna get better, for both of us.”

You knew when he said something he meant it.

And you also knew it meant having to give each other the space you needed to heal, however long that may be.

You leaned forward and kissed Bob, just a soft, lingering kiss before you pulled away with a sigh.

“Thank you for coming after me Bobby, for saving me.”

Bob smiled, stroking your face once more before he stood and walked over to the door.

“Really… it’s you who saved me, Y/N.”

And with that, Bob was gone.

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* 18 months later *

“I’ll be there in 10 minutes! I’m just grabbing the cake, don’t you dare start without me!” You laughed into the phone that was pinned between your ear and shoulder.

You mouthed a thank you to the baker as you grabbed the cake box and they waved you off with a smile, as you carried it carefully out the store and to your car.

“Ok, yup, just getting in the car now, I’ll literally be 10 minutes! Just get everyone a round of drinks and put it on my tab or something. Uh-huh… yeah, okay, okay Nat. Yeah, see you soon. Bye.” You hung up the phone after sliding the cake into the back seat.

Today was Bradley’s birthday, and he’d recently been promoted to Lieutenant Commander so the celebration was going to be doubled.

You’d gotten him a cake that said “Congrats on the promotion - Sorry you’re old” and you’d helped Nat and Jake organise the whole thing at the Hard Deck.

Bradley had already arrived and Nat was pressing you to get there so they could start speeches, and you were gutted you’d missed the look on his face when he arrived at his surprise party.

You drove the short route to the Hard Deck, and you adjusted your pretty dress before grabbing the cake and hurrying through the door.

“I’m here! Sorry I’m late!” You sang, sliding the cake on the table and moving around the room to hug everyone. It was busier than you had expected already.

You rounded over to Bradley and he gave you a knowing grin, “You really shouldn’t have.” He said.

You gave him a coy smile and hugged the giant of a man, and he lifted you off your feet.

“You deserve it, Roo. You’ve worked so hard. I’m really proud of you.”

He squeezed you before setting you down, and then his big hand ruffled your hair playfully, “Thanks, kid.”

You then made your way to Nat who handed you your drink and you took it gratefully. “Thank you, I need this.”

“Don’t thank me, I put it on your tab.” She joked, and you rolled your eyes.

“How’s everyone getting on?” You asked as you leaned against the wall next to her.

“Fine, everyone’s happy to be drinking and socialising. We’ll do speeches soon and then a toast, got the champagne cooling behind the bar.”

You nodded excitedly, “Sounds good to me.”

You moved off the wall to go and open the cake box and display it amongst the party food, but you bumped into the back of someone tall, spilling your drink onto his jacket.

“Oh, god! I’m so sorry!” You apologised, grabbing some napkins and dabbing his jacket.

“We really need to stop meeting like this.” He chuckled, and your eyes lifted to his.

Bob.

His hair was shorter, but still longer than the first time you’d met. His contacts were long gone and replaced by a new pair of military grade glasses.

The breath in your lungs left you in a long whoosh, “Bobby… hi.”

You hadn’t seen him since that day in the hospital.

It had been difficult to stay away from him, but you knew it was for the best. When he was ready he’d find you, and when you were ready you’d tell him.

“Hi, you look… breathtaking.” He said solemnly, his crooked smile awashing you in deja vu.

You looked down at your dress nervously, “Oh, this old thing, I-“ but you struggled to finish your sentence when your eyes met his again. The way he was looking at you rendered you breathless and speechless.

“Okay! Everyone! Please grab a glass of champagne from the bar and gather around.” Nat called from the far corner of the room. How had she gotten there so quick?

Jake appeared next to Bob and handed you both a glass, you thanked him before he disappeared.

You smiled apologetically at Bob, and he gave you a nod and you excused yourself to go and stand near the front, your heart hammering in your chest.

Nat gave her speech first, and it was a heartfelt one. She spoke of their time in the academy and how he was a valued friend.

Then it was Jake’s turn.

You could feel eyes on you, and you turned as Jake moved to stand on the chair next to you to give his speech.

Bob was watching you, his lips curled into a genuine smile when your eyes met.

There was no darkness there, no danger, he was the old Bob again. You smiled back before turning your attention to Jake, but you still felt Bob’s eyes on you and your skin prickled with a new sensation.

Desire.

Jakes speech was mostly teasing, a few burns, but ended with a heartfelt cheers to someone who had become his best friend.

Then it was your turn and Jake helped you up onto the chair, “Watch your footing in those heels, darlin’.”

“Thanks Jake.” You smiled down at him before looking up at the big crowd, all huddled up in the small section of the Hard Deck that you’d reserved.

You took a deep breath, “Hi everyone. First I’d just like to thank you all for coming out today to celebrate our dear Rooster.”

A chorus of “here here” erupted.

You swallowed as your eyes briefly landed in Bob again.

“I haven’t been in Bradley’s life all that long, but the last year and a half have brought us close together and honestly, he’s one of my best friends. Bradley’s one of those people who you can go to for anything, he’s reliable, he’s kind, he’s resourceful. To say I’m proud of him is an understatement.” The crowd murmured in agreement.

“So… I’ll keep it short and sweet because I know we all want to get back to celebrating.”

You looked at Bradley and raised your glass, “Brad, I don’t know what we’d do without you. Thank you for being my own personal rock, thank you for being unwavering, and thank you for all that you do for the people that you love and care for. To Brad, our best and finest.”

Everyone cheers’d and took a sip and Bradley’s face was bright red, as people surrounding him gave him a pat on the back.

You stepped off the chair and found yourself moving through the crowd towards where Bob was just standing.

When you reached the spot, he was gone, and a cold feeling washed over you momentarily.

But then you felt a hand on your waist, turning you around.

“There you are.” You breathed.

“Can we go somewhere?” He asked, his hand readjusting to rest high up on your waist.

You nodded, and Bob lead you out the back door onto the beach.

“It’s so strange, seeing you after all this time.” You admitted, as you made your way down the beach.

The air was warm, pleasant still as the sun began to dip over the ocean.

“Yeah… I’m sorry it took me so long, turns out I had a lot more to work through than I originally thought.” He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Don’t be sorry. I’m glad you took the time to do what you needed to do.”

The sand began to pile under your feet so you stopped to take off your short heels.

Bob held out his hand to take them, and you didn’t argue. He hooked a long finger through the straps and they dangled as you continued to walk.

“I’m… better now.” He admitted. “I know it took me longer than expected but-“

“I meant what I said… when I said I’d wait for you.” You blurted out.

Bob went quiet for a moment, and you wondered if maybe he hadn’t waited for you, if that’s what this conversation was boiling down to. But then his fingers brushed your palm and tangled with yours, and you heart stuttered.

“Good.” He said simply.

You walked in comfortable silence for a long while, hand in hand, and the sun disappeared behind the horizon, dowsing everything in dark blue with the faintest tint of orange.

You eventually came across a lifeguard tower and climbed the steps to sit at the top, side by side.

“I don’t really know what the next steps are in a situation like this.” You admitted, your skin tingling as the chill of the evening set in. You rubbed your arm.

Bob shucked off his jacket and draped it around you wordlessly, and you turned your head to thank him, but you were stunned silent by the way he was looking at you.

If eyes could devour a person, his would.

His knuckles brushed the underside of your jaw as he moved your hair out from under the jacket.

He didn’t retreat, instead he continued to brush his knuckles against your jaw and you shivered, this time not from the cold.

“Bob I-“

“I love you, I haven’t stopped for a second.” He breathed, and you stilled, your mouth agape as you looked at him with wide eyes.

“Neither have I.” Was all you could manage, and Bobs lips came crashing down onto yours, taking your breath away.

You tangled your fingers in his silky hair and pulled him closer, your knees pressing together in your awkward seated position.

Bob slid a hand around your waist, and you’d forgotten how big his hands were. Something about this kiss reminded you of how Bob was before he was deployed. It was tender, but passionate, careful, but hungry.

The cold frame of his glasses pushed against your cheek, and he quickly took them off, his other hand cupping your jaw as he returned his lips to yours in a breathtaking kiss.

You couldn’t believe this was happening. You thought for sure Bob had forgotten about you, it had been so long since you’d spoken, and despite longing for him, you’d accepted the cruel fate you’d been dealt.

Now your head was spinning and you were breathless and your skin tingled.

You pulled away to breathe and readjust your position, hiking up your dress just enough to straddle him as he sat on the top step.

He looked surprised for a moment but when you kissed him again, the hunger returned tenfold, and his arms wrapped around you, hands snaking up your back under his jacket.

The sound of your lips on one another’s and heavy breathing filled the otherwise silent night air, and you felt the heat pooling inside you.

You shucked off his jacket and it fell down the stairs as you licked at Bob’s bottom lip. He granted you entry happily, your tongues fighting for dominance while your fingers tangled in Bob’s hair, and his hands held the back of your neck.

You could feel Bob’s already rock hard cock straining against his jeans, and he let out a gruff moan as you rolled your hips against his.

“Careful.” He warned, pulling back slightly. He was panting, and his eyes sparkled, his lips curled in a small smile.

“I don’t wanna be careful anymore, Bobby. Not with you.” You breathed.

Bob let out a whoosh of air and his lips collided with yours again, and his hips lifted to flip you onto your back at the top of the lifeguard tower, sheltered from the wind behind the small room the lifeguards used.

You stared up at Bob, in awe of how beautiful he looked. His sharp jawline flexed as he adjusted himself over you.

“You’re it for me, Y/N. I’ve known it since the day you came into my life, and I’ve spent months making sure I was worthy enough for you.”

You laughed softly, “You’ve always been worthy, Bob.”

“Are you sure you want this?” He asked, stroking your hair from your eyes.

“I need this.” You whispered, tugging on the collar of his shirt to bring him down to your lips.

Bobs lips devoured yours, his tongue exploring your mouth, teeth nipping at your bottom lip, moving down over your chin, down your neck, your collarbone, before moving back to suck marks under your ear, his hips pressing deliciously against yours.

You let out a soft moan that only seemed to spur him on. Bobs fingers tangled in your hair as he brought his lips back to yours.

The hand in your hair slid down the length of your body until it met skin, his fingers stroking your bare upper thigh, over the scar left behind as a reminder of that horrible day, but it was the day that you both realised what you wanted.

His fingers stroked up under your dress, over the soft material of your underwear where they dipped below your panty line.

Your breathing hitched and you spread your legs for him, your back arching as his rough fingers brushed over your sensitive clit and through your soaking folds.

Bobs eyebrows pulled together and he let out a low groan, “So wet, is this all for me?” He growled, his eyes darkening.

You couldn’t do much other than nod, your body arching and rolling under his touch, desperate for more. You rolled your hips, urging his fingers to slide into you.

Bobs thumb moved to rub your swollen clit as his index and middle finger slid teasingly up and down through your folds, brushing your entrance but not going much further.

You whined softly, biting your lip as you looked up at him pleadingly.

“Uh-uh, use your words, princess.” The darker side of Bob making an appearance, his voice deeper than usual, and you realised you actually really liked it as long as he was his normal sweet self any other time.

“Please, Bob, please. I need you, I want you.” You mewled under his teasing touch and he smirked.

“Good girl.” He said as he pushed two fingers inside you, his thumb still rubbing lazy circles into you as you gasped, your body shuddering.

He felt so good inside you, even just his fingers.

They stretched you out, the roughness of his skin curling against the soft walls inside you, and you were desperate for more.

As if reading your mind, Bob sped up, pumping into you as he kissed your neck. “You look so perfect right now.” He breathed against your skin.

“I’m gonna… oh, Bobby I’m gonna cum.” You whimpered, back arched and hips bucking.

“Make a mess all over my fingers, princess.” he growled as he bit your earlobe.

You came apart at that, waves of pleasure washing over you, your toes curling, and you were sure the whole world could hear your cries.

“That’s it. That’s my good girl.” He breathed, slowing his movements as you came down.

You lay panting against the wooden floor, your body soft and tingly and your cheeks flushed, but Bob wasn’t finished. He pulled his fingers from you and sucked them slowly, his eyes still on you.

Your jaw fell slack as he moaned at the taste, and he unzipped his fly.

You’d partially forgotten how big he was until his cock sprang free of its constraints, and you practically licked your lips in anticipation.

Bob’s hands slid under your ass and hooked into your underwear, sliding them effortlessly down your legs and tucking them into his back pocket.

His hands smoothed down your thighs, pushing your dress up until you were exposed and feeling shy under his intense gaze.

“You have no idea how badly I’ve missed you.” He hummed, lowering himself down onto you.

“I’m all yours, I want you to have me.” You said, looking up into his eyes as your hands gripped his shoulders.

Bob pushed inside you, little by little, listening to your breathing to make sure he wasn’t hurting you, but when he became fully seated and you let out the most delicious little moan, he lost all regard, and began thrusting into you at a steady pace.

“Oh… yes, that feels…” your eyes fluttered shut as your hips moved together in tandem, and Bobs teeth grazed over the pulse point on your neck, soothing the sting with a swipe of his tongue. “So good.” You mewled.

Bob moaned against your neck, hands squeezing at your flesh desperate to feel all of you. “You’re so fucking perfect.” He growled, his thrusts picking up speed.

Pushing lightly at Bobs chest, and wrapping your legs around his waist, you moved Bob to sit with his back against the lifeguard building, and you straddled him.

Bob rested his head back and hissed at the new depth this angle provided, and his chest heaved as you rolled your hips lazily.

“If you keep doing that with your hips, I’m not gonna last much longer.” He argued, but he was smiling, a hunger in his eyes you’d never seen, or noticed, before.

“Good.” You teased, rolling and rocking against him slowly, your hands sliding under his shirt and scratching his chest lightly.

Bob shivered, his hands gripping your hips in an effort to ground himself, but he was losing his resolve.

The next thing you knew, Bobs fingers were curled into the hair at the nape of your neck as he pulled you into him, a searing kiss against your lips as his other arm wrapped around your lower back, and his thrusts met yours in perfect, purposeful thrusts. He was hungry for you and he had given up on waiting for what he wanted.

You moaned against his lips as his rock hard throbbing cock brushed all the right places, and the friction from rubbing against his exposed v-line had you seeing stars.

Bob let out a low moan as you pulsed around him, your orgasm building quickly.

“Oh fuck.” He groaned when it happened again, and he began to slam his hips into yours.

“Oh I’m gonna… Bob I’m gonna cum again. Oh shit!” You cried as the climax tore through you violently, and your body began to shake.

Bob had to hold you up as you convulsed and bucked against him, and his own orgasm rolled through him with a force that had his hips jerking involuntarily. “Shit.” He hissed as he spilled into you, still thrusting through the pleasure, “Fuck, baby girl.”

He slowed as you both came down from your highs, and you collapsed into one another, panting and sweaty in the cool night air.

After a while, Bob spoke, his hands rubbing your back soothingly.

“So… I know things escalated before I could tell you, and my jackets laying at the bottom of those steps, but… I have something for you.”

You lifted your head from Bobs shoulder and looked at him, “You do? You didn’t need to-“

“I… yeah… I knew you were gonna be here, I’ve been waiting for the right time to show up back into your life now that things are a little more calm up here.” He tapped a finger to his temple.

You climbed off Bobs lap and he quickly zipped himself back up, and found his glasses in the dark before getting to his feet, climbing down the stairs and grabbing his jacket.

You stood and straightened out your dress as you watched him fiddle around in one of the pockets as he stood at the bottom.

Once he’d found what he was looking for, his lips quipped into a small smile, and he took a deep breath, taking the steps slowly, one by one, back up to you.

“Like I said earlier, I really have never stopped loving you. There wasn’t a single day that went by, where I wasn’t thinking about you, dreaming of seeing you again.” He said, jacket hanging in one hand.

You smiled and let out a breathy laugh.

Bob grinned up at you, and he was so beautiful. You’d missed those glasses and blue eyes and his crooked grin.

“I was just hoping, desperately hoping, that you felt the same. That you hadn’t moved on yet, hadn’t stopped loving me.” He said, at the top of the steps now.

You shook your head, “I could never, you have my heart, Bobby, always.”

He smiled, his free hand stroking your hair behind your ear when he reached you. He towered over you but you were no longer frightened in Bob’s presence.

“You can say no, but… I was hoping you’d accept this, and in turn give me something too.” His voice was shaky now as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a beautiful ring. It looked antique but not gaudy from what you could tell in the dim light. It was beautiful and unique.

You gasped as he held it up, “I can do the whole ‘down on one knee’ thing if you’d like-“

You shook your head, grabbing his hand, “No, you don’t need to! If you’re asking me what I think you’re asking me, then it’s a yes, Bob. It will always be a yes.”

He pressed his forehead to yours and chuckled softly, “That’s exactly what I’m asking you.”

“Did you think I would say no?” You chuckled back, your lips so close to his you could feel him smile.

“Maybe, after we’ve been apart so long…”

“No amount of time would change my answer, Bob. Yes.” You repeated, “I’ll love you in every lifetime.”

Bob surged forward and crashed his lips to yours, and you wrapped your arm around his neck for support. When he pulled away breathless, he slid the ring onto your finger, a perfect fit.

“Hopefully in the next lifetime… I won’t put you through hell before we get to this part.” He breathed.

“Oh Bobby, I’d go through this again and again if it means I get to be with you.”

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The End.

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❁ Sounds of Ocean Waves & Sweet Dreams

Pisces - TROY

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៸៸ Content Includes: Fluff, lil' Telly being cute and a lil flirty, Telly and reader kinda know they like each other, Argos being cute too

⋮✎ ‘’ ᯓ I MIGHT make a series of this cuz originally, this was gonna be oc x canon, but I made Alessandra the reader instead but ofc you can imagine whtever you want even with her having parental issues but anyway this one's nothing much than just some cute moments of them so enjoyyy

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Under the midnight moon and stars of Ithaca, running through the palace hallways were the little prince, Telemachus and his best friend Y/N, along with Argos, the hound, who protects the both of them. Y/N would come over to the palace and play with him and sometimes even stay overnight. The two were giggling loudly while running to sit on the edge of the floor with their feet on grass, sitting right next to each other with the dog beside them. The little prince leaned against her, dozing off about something as his eyebrows furrowed, and glanced to the grass.

“If my father comes back, do you think he would be proud of me?” He asked after a moment of silence with a soft and slightly uncertain tone.

“Aw Telly, I bet your father misses you just as much and of course he will be proud of you!"

Y/N leaned against him, too, responding with a sweet smile. Telemachus, for a moment, returned the smile, a little sheepishly, before his expression turned a little more doubtful and nervous. Even as a little kid, he has serious insecurities.

“You think so…? What if I’m not strong enough? What if I’m not the son he—”

“Don’t say that!”

Y/N sat up straight and cupped his cheeks, making him look at her pouty face. Then her gaze softened and continued to speak with sincerity.

“Queen Penelope tells you that he loves you too right? You better believe it! No matter what, Tel.”

“…Really?”

"Mhm!"

Telemachus took a moment to process her words, feeling so touched by her reassurance.

“But- I don't know... I keep thinking- hey!"

He cut off and whined as Y/N pinched his cheeks, giggling at his reaction.

“How would he forget about you? Silly! You’re sweet!!”

She wrapped her arms around his torso, hugging him.

“You’re really kind, N/N. I want to protect you forever! My father will surely be proud of me for that.

Y/N continued to laugh and allowed herself to fall and lay on his lap, still pinching his soft cheeks and brush the strands of his curly black hair and the old hound, Argos noticed the sweet moment of the two, stood up, sitting near her and licking her face. Telemachus blushed furiously at the sight but didn’t try moving her away. She looked so innocent and adorable.

“Hey, wouldn’t it be fun if we go for a little swim? The beach looks really pretty tonight.”

She exclaimed as she sat back up. Telemachus’ eyes lit up from the idea of going for a midnight swim during a full moon.

“That sounds awesome, let’s go then!”

He stood up, taking her hand, and ran down to near the beaches with Argos following them.

They reached the shoreline, admiring how the light of the moon reflected the sparkling water. Alessandra ran to the shallow water with her dress partially soaked as she bent down and dipped one of her hands in and splashed it on Telemachus. He was a little bit taken by surprise as she splashed some water at him. He quickly caught on and started giggling, too. Soon, he was running around in the water, as Argos ran around both of them, barking happily. Telemachus picked up some water in his hands and splashed back at Y/N. She laughed out loud as she ran towards Telemachus, pushing the water in her hands towards him giving him another splash before she stumbled and fell over on her knees, now getting more of her body soaked but she felt free and happy.

"Hehe! That's what you get for trying to drench me in water- Ah- hey!" Telemachus exclaimed.

Y/N lightly jumped up and tackled him to the sand in the ocean waters.

"Truce! Truce-!!!"

Telemachus said in between giggles as he tried to shield himself from Y/N’s attacks, but it was clear that he was enjoying the tussle.

His clothes were wet, and his hair was sticking to his wet forehead, and his cheeks were a little flushed from laughing so much. He was happy, and he had forgotten all about the time. He wished this moment could last forever, that him and Y/N could play like this forever, without anything to worry about.

“Ah- ahaha- I give up! Okay? You win! Only because I'm really nice." He protested.

Y/N was also panting slightly and giggling, her hair a tangled, wet mess, and her chest rising and falling from the laughing and the running around, holding her hand. Telemachus's smile widened a little bit more as he watched Y/N, and he felt his heart beating faster as he saw her blushing. He was getting increasingly more aware of how close they were and how adorable she was.

"Y/N..?" He murmered

Y/N squeezed his hand in return underwater but then her cheeks flushed at the realization of how close he was. She immediately turned away and splashed more water on him.

“We're too young, Telly!!!”

Her eyes were shut, she bit her lips, and her cheeks were red just thinking about what could've happened right at this moment. Telemachus squinted a little bit from more water splashing upon him. He knew she was right, but he felt curiousity tugging in his chest. Then, without thinking, Telemachus closed the last of the distance and quickly planted a kiss on her cheek before he hurriedly pulled back. His cheeks were pink and felt warm, feeling a bit shy.

Y/N jumped and stared at him flustered and in disbelief, feeling her heart hammering fast as hell, but she wasn't disgusted, but it took a while for her to finally shriek some words out.

“W- wha- TELEMACHUS…!!!”

A smirk formed on Telemachus's face as he shifted closer again, and he reached out to playfully poke her puffed up cheeks.

"What's wrong, N/N? You're blushing?”

Y/N kept stammering with words that were about to come out of her mouth but failed, and the more he teased, the more the temperature rose in her cheeks. Oh, the audacity of this boy, she thought.

"You-!!! You... WHAT WAS THAT FOR!? You're so-! Mmmngh!”

Y/N splashed another wave as she turned away, feeling her face heaten up.

"Me what!? Never! All I did was give you a little kiss!" Telemachus scoffed.

"Exactly! You... WRAAAGH!..." She squrimed as she started kicking the water.

"Haha! Look at you, N/N! You're so red!" He teased and returned his smile, enjoying the sight of her bashful expression.

"I think that kiss did a little too much damage to you? Hehehe!"

"Oh you are so dead, little wolf"

Y/N sneered as she got up on her feet, plotting her revenge on the spot. Trying to look intimidating as possible even with her rosy cheeks and love in her eyes.

"Haha what are you gonna do? Attack me in the water again? Wait-"

Telemachus' playful smirk immediately changed into a tensed up expression.

"Wait- no no no- hey! wWAAaiiit-"

Without a warning, Y/N's frown changed into a mischievous smirk as she splashed and tackled him in the water and she was pratically on top of him and this time tickling his sides, making him squirm and letting out a childish laugh.

"AHA-! Heeey! Pleeeaase don't! HaAhAHaHAAHA-!"

He got out between a lot of loud giggles, still trying to wiggle away from Y/N who was relentless with the tickling.

"hAHAhaaAHAA- I'm sorry! I'm sorryyy! Okay! Okaaay! You win!"

Telemachus squirmed and struggled, but Alessandra was clearly enjoying herself, and continued her relentless tickling, amused by how adorable Telemachus was when he was reduced to a giggling and squirming mess. She started to slow down and began panting but still couldn't stop laughing.

"Wah... you can be really scary when you're angry, Y/N." He nervously laughed.

"Heh, me? Scary?" Y/N teased.

"Yeah... but it's part of your charm as well."

"Oh really? I suppose I am pretty charming." She scoffed as she striked a pose, trying to show off.

"Yeah yeah, the most charming in Ithaca." He blurted out, then shook up when he had realized what he said. Not as if he just kissed her.

"What's that...?" She asked.

"Umm- nothing! Let's just go to bed before we get caught." He yawned as he got up on his feet, helping Y/N up.

Telemachus and Y/N walked back inside the palace with again, Argos following them as they all left wet trails and puddles on the floor and just when they were going to make a turn, they bump into Penelope, dressed in her nightgown with a shawl. "My my, both of you are up so late again? What now? You both are drenched..."

"Mama- I-" Telemachus started.

The two kids froze for a moment before Y/N stepped in front of Telemachus. "It was my idea! I was the one who wanted to swim with him and Argos! We- we just wanted to play...!"

The queen's expression softened into a soft smile from the way they looked so guilty and innocent, it tugged her heartstrings, the way these kids were so close to each other.

"Aww Y/N, I understand but, it's very unsafe to be out here especially late at night."

"I know, ma but we were careful! I promise!" Telemachus pleaded.

Penelope kneeled down to reach the kids' level as she spoke

"I know, sweetheart but you both should get some rest now and you can both play tomorrow again. But first, let's get you all dry."

"Alrighttt, mom." Telemachus nodded sheepishly before he turned to Y/N, both staring at each other in silence before returning sweet smiles to each other and light giggling.

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Dividers by antitalenia

✎ᝰ. oh my gyatt I'm so sorry this took forever but anyways I hope you enjoyed my crusty writing </3 I will kms if there are mistakes I've checked and checked and checked aaagahdsggdhgh

[marvelrivalsplayer69420]

gambit, daredevil, and punisher with a self-loathing reader

a\n: so ive been struggling… heres a bit of a self-loathing\insecure\kinda people pleaser reader with my boys. dunno if anyone wanted something like this but here y’all can have it anyway.

tags: implied depression, reader struggles with self-loathing and insecurities (just like me fr), implied mild suicidal ideation in Frank’s section, gender neutral reader.

Gambit ♠️

no matter what, Remy is your cheerleader. he’s always in your corner and trying to make you feel better. but he’s the shoulder you cry on, too.

if he finds you crying alone, he’s going to put a pause on whatever the hell he was going to say and he is sitting down with you and trying to comfort you. he doesn’t immediately ask why you’re crying, he just wants to focus on holding you through it and getting you into a calmer state where you can talk to him. he wants to know what happened, how it made you feel, and secretly he wants to know why you didn’t immediately come to him.

he wants to be the first one you come to when you’re struggling; not just because he doesn’t like not being able to know when you’re sad, but because he’s scared you’re alone and the idea of you crying alone breaks his heart. seeing it in action would nearly make him tear up before he puts it aside in favor of trying to help you.

just watching Remy cook you dinner, you can tell he’s putting a lot of love into it. he takes your recommendations seriously even when you tell him constantly he can make whatever he wants to make, but he keeps telling you that what you want to eat is what he wants to make.

“Jus’ lemme spoil you, cher. That’s all I want. I want you to be happy, cuz I love you more than anythin’ in dis world.”

When you nearly break into tears at that, he’s tenderly cradling your face in his hands because he knows it’s hard for you to hear something nice, something you feel you don’t deserve.

“It’s true, mon amour, I love you. And I ain’t gonna stop lovin’ you just cuz you don’t love yourself. I’m always gonna be here for ya. Through thick an’ thin, ma belle.”

when he notices you pulling away from a social event to be by yourself, he finds himself gambling on whether to follow you or to let you have the space. when he follows, he just sits there with you in silence and listens to you, nodding and supportive. when he lets you go, he knows you need the time alone to calm down before he can help. often times, he waits a few minutes and then goes to find you just so you can have a bit of both.

always reassuring you that you didn’t do something wrong when you get anxious about something you said. you literally have to tell him what you said because he doesn’t realize that you hated what you said so much.

you constantly say sorry. and Remy isn’t having that. at first he’s very patient with the frequency, just gentle reminders of “don’t be sorry, cher” and “shh, no more sorry, ya hear?” but then he gets a bit fed up with it. he’s not angry by any means, just a little disappointed and trying to get you to stop the habit.

“Ya gotta stop sayin’ sorry all da time, cher. It ain’t good for ya to be sorry all da time when you shouldn’t.”

“You’re right, I’m sorry—”

“Dere it is again! Stop it wit’ da sorrys or I’m gonna kiss those pretty lips so hard dat you forget how to say sorry wit’ em.”

in public, he does little check-ins, even when in public, where he lets you squeeze his hand or arm when you need comfort. he always squeezes your hand back and brushes a little closer to you.

he gives you glances, trying to read your body like it’ll give him good insight as to what’s going on in your mind. he knows it doesn’t tell him everything. so he often tries to find a place where you two can be alone for a little bit to talk. the corner of a room, an alleyway, a public bathroom, even a goddamn broom closet.

Remy whispers in your ear asking what you need and he squeezes your hand tight, then pulls back slightly so you can lean in and whisper your thoughts to him. then he immediately tries to give whatever you need. he holds you tighter, gets you something to eat or drink, whatever it is.

overall, Remy is always dedicating himself to the seemingly sisyphean task of making you feel like the most loved person in the world. if you don’t love yourself, he’s going to love you twice as hard and make damn sure you know it.

Daredevil ⚖️

he is your lawyer when your mind is the prosecution. he will construct an entire case in the you vs. you case on the side of you. I know its very confusing but I promise he’s trying to make you feel better. there’s opening statements, witnesses (him saying he loves you), and evidence he all has piled up to help you beat the self-hating version of yourself.

he’s spoiling you with gifts and affection and he’s reassuring you that you deserve it all and better. he buys you what you want without being too frivolous just to try minimizing how guilty you might get over being paid for, even if he knows you always find a way to feel way too guilty about something normal that you deserve.

he can tell when you lie and say you’re okay when he knows you aren’t. and he will not let that shit slide, he will catch you in it every time and pull you out of that pit himself if he has to.

“Are you okay? Your hands are shaking, sweetheart.”

“Uh, yeah. Just… nothing. Maybe a little hungry I guess.”

“I can order you something if you want, honey. But I’m going to be honest. I think you're hungry, but you're also trying to change the subject because you’re not really okay.”

“No, no, it’s nothing, just…”

“Just what? Go on, you can tell me. I know that sandwich place has your favorite sub back on the menu. I can get you one, then maybe you can tell me after you eat.”

one time when you’re about to cry, Matt can hear the tiniest whimpers caught in your throat, a sound even you can barely hear, and his heart nearly shatters at the sound because he had never heard it from you before and to him it means it must be really bad this time. immediately, his hand is on your back and he’s cooing at you while he kisses your head and pours out words of reassurance while listening closely to your every sound, trying not to miss a cue.

when you’re upset, he’s doing everything in his power to make you feel better and distract you from those dark thoughts that swirl in your mind. he wants you safe and happy above anything else.

when you’re stuck in bed, feeling like you’re rotting, Matt is the one to bring you food, help you sit up to eat, and trying to motivate you through support. he tries to lure you from bed with the guise of bathing together when in reality you’re sitting in the bath and he’s on his knees just outside of the tub, washing every inch clean like you’re a dog getting a bath.

afterward, he’s encouraging you to put some lotion on and he’s helping you moisturize, trying to get you to work in some self-care habits that might make you look at your body in a better light.

“Why’re you so good to me when I’m just a —”

“Hey, we’ve talked about that negativity you use towards yourself, darling. It’s not helpful and it doesn’t solve anything.”

“Sorry, Matt…”

“Don’t apologize to me, apologize to yourself. You need to treat yourself better. Now lift your leg up so I can moisturize your thighs.”

he is having a serious conversation with you about it at one point or another. its unavoidable. he’s not going to ambush you or anything, but at some point he will gently confront your behavior.

it will be a hard conversation but Matt is open and gentle and kind as he tries to understand where you’re coming from and where you can both go with this to help remedy any negative feelings around yourself. as if he also doesn’t have his whole host of issues regarding his self-perception.

his top priority isnt to make you uncomfortable but to get to the bottom of it and try to accommodate your feelings even as you try to work together to mitigate those thoughts.

after this conversation, he’s always catching you when you start to spiral and trying to find ways to help; distracting you with a movie and dinner, talking through it until you’re calm, leveling with how you feel in the moment, and finding good arguments against those feelings of self-loathing. he’s very, very aware of how you may feel based on how you fidget and shift and he grabs your hand and squeezes it gently when he knows you’re anxious.

of course none of Matt’s good mental health talks apply to him. he doesn’t want you to see that side of him and struggle with it the way he does and he much rather take things off your plate than let you suffer alone like he tries to do to himself.

Punisher 💀

Frank’s number one priority is your safety and comfort. he doesn’t want the world to hurt you and take you from him — but what he didn’t expect was your biggest enemy to be yourself.

and it tears him up inside that you hate yourself so much because he relates to it. he knows what it’s like and that knowledge and experience with his own self-hate makes him so much more protective of you.

if he hears you bad-mouth yourself, even jokingly, it’s over. he's on your side even when you aren’t.

“Im so stupid—”

“Hey, hey, none of that shit, sweetheart. You ain’t stupid. You’re smart, kind, and I fuckin’ love you.”

don’t even get me started on if you say something dark as a joke. Frank just stops and stares at you, as if trying to read your mind. then he says “Don’t say shit like that, sweetheart.” and makes sure to give you the biggest hug of your life before keeping a silent vow to watch you like a hawk and check in more often than he already does.

while refusing to enable your self-hatred, Frank decides to indulge you in treats: never letting you pay for stuff yourself, always getting you something whenever you mention offhandedly you want it but don’t feel like you deserve it, grabbing you your favorite foods, and giving you constant stream of praise for the most basic things.

he’s praising you for eating breakfast, lunch, or dinner. he’s also praising the little snacks you have during the day and praising you extra when you eat a treat he bought for you, like icecream or a candy bar he knows you like.

“You’re doing amazing, you keep eatin’ that icecream, baby.”

“I didn’t even do anything—”

“Nah, don’t give me that. You deserve that icecream for all the shit you deal with at work. Now go on, keep eatin’… attaboy\attagirl.”

Frank is constantly reassuring you that you don't have to give anything to anybody; especially your time and effort. he wants you to learn to stand up for yourself, even if he's biting at the opportunity to do it for you most of the time. he especially wants you to learn how to say no to him. he makes you practice saying no and even praises you if you accidentally say something a little mean during it. basically, he's trying to wean you off of being a people pleaser.

if you say sorry constantly, he's going to actively tell you not to. over and over and over and over. this will last until you stop constantly saying it because he will never give up.

he’s an aggressive listener, sitting there and taking in everything you’re saying when you open up. unfortunately his aggressive listening face makes him look angry and he reassures you constantly that he's not mad. he wants to be the one to carry your burdens for you, so he wants to know everything that’s going on in your head.

“Why’d you stop talking, doll?”

“You look… angry…”

“I'd never be angry at you, baby. I’m just listenin’ to what you have to say ‘cause it’s important. C’mon, tell me what happened next.”

“Are you sure? I’m not annoying you or anything—?”

“No, never. I love listenin’ to you, sweetheart.”

on your bad days, he is treating you like you are a baby (positive). letting you have time to be upset and cry but then swooping in with a big hug, snacks, and lots of water. then he’s putting on your favorite show or handing you the book you’ve been reading and cuddling you. he literally cradles you in his arms like you’re a crying baby.

after a good cry, he’s making sure you get all the water you can. so much water. and good food. and more of your favorite tv show.

he is your shadow. always keeping an eye or an ear on you when he knows you’re upset but you want to be alone. if you’re crying in the bathroom, he has his ear pressed up against it and he’s listening. then he’s gently knocking on the door after a little while to see if he can come in and help you once you’re in a slightly better state.

[magnoliasandbeardedtooth]

thinking about the relationship between sif and the universe, and related theories / headcanons aka I listened to a song and I need to get these feefees out of me

this is a lot of prelude for something that can be shown with just the video clip, but I want to include all the strings that make up this knot

Its not explicitly stated, but I believe it's pretty clear that whenever sif repeats something three times while hoping for something (sharpening the keyknife, carving in general, praying to the change god statue in dormont), he is performing wish craft.

however, he doesnt repeat anything three times when getting the keyknife. he doesnt even need to pray to get it at all, the change god just gives it to him. they say themselves that they dont care for rituals. they never even take credit for the stat buff, they only take credit for the keyknife

when sif changes how they pray at the change god statue, their method more strongly resembles the ritual to make a wish at the favor tree (picking the one you like best), and as a result the buff gets better. it is the wish craft ritual that is the important part of the prayer to that statue, not the change god

one thing that IS explicitly stated is just how powerful wish craft is for those who know the rituals, and how dangerous it is in the wrong hands. between the disappearance of colors (Im pretty sure that was the result of a wish, I may be misremembering), the disappearance of the country, and the king being nearly successful in freezing all of vaugarde in time, it only takes one wish to take out massive chunks of the world at a time

we know that wish craft is very entwined in the culture of the country (the story written about in the journal is told as a cautionary fairy tale, the rituals themselves are so deeply ingrained in sif that the wish to forget the country did not restrict his memory of the rituals, and he can perform wish craft without even being fully aware he is doing it)

it seems reasonable to me that the reason for the country's disappearance was to hide the existence of wish craft and the rituals to access that power from the rest of the world. considering sif didnt even remember his culture AND had good intentions, and still nearly ended the world, seems like that concern is pretty well founded. however, thats not the important theory Im making this post about

the country has knowledge of wish craft in conjunction with worship of the universe. "the universe leads, we can only follow," "the universe willed it," seems pretty safe to say that sif's Universe is the "entity" that is granting wishes

the way wishes are described, they dont seem like something the universe grants based on who worships it. as long as you know the ritual, you get the wish. everyone is part of the universe, after all, worshiper or not

Admittedly, its a bit of a stretch to say that the universe as a collective force has any sense of empathy for human struggles. but using the change god as an example, as spiteful as they are to sif, and unsympathetic to anything other than a human's role in the concept of change, they still show a great deal of care and favor to mira, someone who loves them. it is possible for a deity to care for those that care about it

sif, despite no longer having access to his culture or why he cares about the universe, still loves the universe, very very deeply, just as much as mira loves change. the change god says that sif's deity will never answer him, but I dont think thats the case

and this is the important headcanon that I am making this post for

sif is performing the rituals, so he gets the wishes, simple as. but I feel strongly that his wishes getting granted in very small but noticeable ways, despite not knowing how or why hes doing it, is the presence of his universe helping him, caring for him, even when he doesnt remember it

the strongest evidence for this, and the basis for this whole thing, is exactly how euphrasie breaks down in act 5

at first I only really noticed when she laughs, it reminded me very much of how the change god, a being who uses sprites of other characters and has done a whole possession, laughed during their encounter. they and euphrasie are the only two that use anything other than "ha," and right after this laugh is when her breakdown pauses and she says the lines

"... Soon you'll be able to go back to your normal lives. Away from battle and strife. Finally, you'll all be able to go home!!!"

which, knowing the end of the game is coming, is incredibly relevant. very deliberate

before this pause, her breakdown seems pretty chaotic. the characters and the player are just coming out of one harrowing experience, and are clearly headed for another. the cohesiveness of this glitchy breakdown amongst a mess of the rest of the world doing the same isnt really high up on the list of priorities. none of the characters notice anything beyond the fact that reality is breaking, not even sif. it just sounds like scary nonsense.

but with the context of euphrasie being possessed to talk to sif, every single one of her lines makes perfect sense

(footage from Zhain Gaming on yt)

the universe is there its talking directly to him, it was there the whole time

the Universe loves Sif so much

[amrv-5]

survived Badly (argh) but going to work on fic for as long as I continue to enjoy doing so then switch over -- see if I can find somewhere to watch The 400 Blows and probably cry forever and dehydrate and feel soooo sad and then feel better after. Thank you French New Wave

[noisilyscreechingsong]

Dp x Dc short idea

Jason is Danny’s dad

Warning: Language

Jason had just returned to the family publicly about two weeks ago. It hadn’t even been that long for him to settle before something happened. The press weren’t even off his ass and he has Alfred requesting he return home for an urgent matter immediately, which is butler speak for get your ass here right now!

The family was happy but adjusting to everything. They had mandatory family dinners at least twice a month and voluntarily got together more frequently, mostly just the siblings, but every once in a while Bruce would sneak in for a movie in the family room.

Alfred was pleased with the progress the family has made over the course of many years. It finally felt like everything was coming together and maybe settling down. He knew he thought that too soon when he answered the buzzer at the front gate. They weren’t expecting any visitors and looking at the video feed it was a young woman with hands on her hips glaring back at the camera. There were two large bags with her and surprisingly enough a young child playing in the grass just a short distance behind her.

“Wayne Residence, Alfred Pennyworth speaking, how may I assist you, ma’am?”

“Lettin’ me in for starters,” she says back with venom on her tongue.

“My apologies, but you do not have an appointment.”

She snorts, “Nah, but ya see, I saw that bastard on the news and thought I’d drop off what he gave me.”

To get her point across, she turns and looks back at the little boy not paying her any attention.

“Danny!” She snaps and he jerks his head to look at, who Alfred is assuming is, his mother. “Come here.”

He hops up at his own pace and dusts off the grass on his knees before trotting over. She leans down to angle the young boy away from the camera and pushing back his hair.

He couldn’t see it well before by the way the boy was positioned before, but Alfred could clearly see a prominent patch of white hair on the left lower section by his neck. Just like the white batch on Jason.

“You gonna let us in now?” She asks rudely.

Alfred has already determined he did not like this woman. He still buzzes them in. He contacts Jason immediately followed closely with Bruce.

Alfred then helps the two carry in the bags, while subtly checking for any weapons or explosives. Instead he finds things meant for a child.

He really didn’t like this woman.

Bruce is the first one to arrive down the stairs, pausing towards the bottom. He glances at Alfred and can see the displeasure in the butler’s eyes.

“Hello, ma’am. I’m Bruce Wayne, nice to meet you.”

“Fuckin’ everyone knows who you are, Brucie Wayne,” she huffs with a roll of her eyes.

Bruce glances down at the very young child who is hearing the foul language. He couldn’t be more than five, and completely oblivious as the little boy runs a hand along the wall and looks around at everything. He particularly keeps going back to the shiny chandelier above their heads.

“Who might you be?” He asks the woman, coming back to her as she almost touches the vase on the entry table. She draws her hand back to fold her arms across her chest.

“Grace.”

The name seems ironic compared to her behavior.

“And how can I help you, Miss Grace?”

“Your thought-to-be-dead son left something of his. I’m here to return it.”

It took no detective to determine she was talking about the boy currently using the door frame to the sitting room as leverage to rock back and forth, holding on with his tiny hands. Bruce could see the splash of white among the dark hair from this angle.

Bruce hums.

“Is that so?”

“I’ve already contacted Master Jason. He should be arriving soon. Shall I prepare some refreshments in the drawing room?” Alfred informs.

“Thank you, Alfred. Right this way,” he says to Grace, directing her toward the left while pulling out his phone to ask Tim to prepare the proper equipment downstairs.

“Danny!” The woman calls with impatience. She glares at the little boy who calmly turns to look at her, then skips behind them.

Grace huffs but doesn’t say anything else as they enter the room. She sits herself in the middle of the love seat and Bruce takes one of the chairs across from her. The boy, Danny, explores the room thoroughly, walking around without pattern and investigating every nook and cabinet to keep himself entertained. Very curious little child.

Bruce tries to engage her in conversation to dig up more information, but she firmly wanted to wait for Jason before divulging anything. He did however find out that Danny is four and needs to be enrolled in kindergarten next turn. Grace works night shift but wouldn’t say where.

Alfred came with three waters, one in a smaller plastic cup for Danny, and a plate of crackers and cut up fruit.

Grace eyes the butler with a raised brow. However, the first words Danny has spoken in their presence is a cute, “Thank you, mister,” before munching on a cracker and sipping from his cup. His curious eyes flick over the fruit and wanders over to his mother who picks at a rip in her jeans. He taps her knee and she sighs.

“What is it?”

“What’s that?”

Danny points to the fruit.

“What’s what?”

He creeps forward to point directly at the blackberries mixed in with the blueberries and strawberries.

“Blackberry,” she answers shortly.

“What’s it taste like?”

“Why don’t you try it and find out?”

He must have approved of that suggestion and reaches in to clumsily wrap a tiny hand around one of the dark berries. He flips it over in his hand for a minute, observing it at all angles, feeling the texture of the little bumps, before shoving it in his mouth. Danny leans his body over the coffee table to drag the bowl closer and rummage through it for more goodies.

Really looking at him, Bruce could see Jason’s freckles and the few other similarities like his square jaw and lip shape. He hasn’t seen it yet but Bruce bets Danny has the same crooked grin as his son.

He has the woman’s pale complexion and nose shape. His hair was straight like hers instead of Jason’s curls, but Danny took his dark coloring compared to her light brunette.

The boy was an adorable mix of both his son and this woman. He almost felt the test was unnecessary, but he didn’t stop Alfred from replacing the plastic cup and take it back to the kitchen where he knew it would be handed off to Tim.

Thankfully it was a day where there weren’t any meetings for either of them to attend.

Surprisingly, it isn’t Jason that enters the room first, it’s Damian coming home from school. The fourteen year old, almost fifteen, holds a leash in one hand with Titus standing patiently next to him, ready for his after school walk.

“Father, I heard we have guests.”

The teen stops in the doorway and Danny turns with interest until he spots the animal, then his eyes bug with excitement.

“Mommy, doggie,” he whisper shouts.

She just hums in affirmative, looking the new arrival up and down.

Danny grabs a blackberry from the bowl and trots over to Damian. He holds out the piece of fruit.

“This is a blackberry,” he states proudly.

Damian blinks down at the small child. Titus tilts his head, his nose working hard.

“I’m aware.”

“You can have it, if you let me pet your doggie,” he negotiates like he needed to give something in order to receive permission.

Damian looks up to his father for answers.

“Jason will be here soon,” is what he gets instead, his father’s lips twitch.

Damian looks back down in sudden realization when he sees the similarities between the man and this boy. He sighs tiredly.

“Pennyworth. A wet washcloth if you please.”

“Right away, Master Damian.”

“Next time, you only need to ask to pet Titus, you do not need to give me anything in return,” he tells the child.

Danny looks down at the berry sitting in his stained hands.

“So you don’t want it?”

“…Maybe later.”

“Okay!”

Danny skips back to carefully set the berry off the side on the tray, as if to save it for Damian for later like he said. He jogs the short distance back to them.

“Can I pet your doggie now, please?”

Damian takes the washcloth Alfred hands him with a nod and crouches down to get level with the boy.

“We must wipe our hands first. We don’t want anything sticky in his fur,” he explains as he holds out the washcloth for Danny’s hands.

The four year old looks down at the stains to see what he means and then places his hands on the washcloth for Damian to get the juices off.

The teen then calmly explains how to properly approach a dog he does not know by letting Titus smell the back of his hand first and then to always stay calm and confident.

Titus, the gentle giant that he is, had no problems letting the tiny child pat him and run small fingers through his short fur. It was endearing to hear the giggles when Titus used his big nose to sniff at the child’s face and neck. Sitting down, Titus was taller than the child standing up, which would have been scary to some kids, but Danny seemed to love Titus instantly. The little boy easily telling the dog what a good boy he is even with the dog sitting there doing nothing.

“Titus needs his afternoon walk now,” Damian informs.

Titus stands at the word walk, clearly ready to go.

“Oh, okay.” Danny turns to the big dog to reach up and pat his head twice. “Bye-bye, Titus. Have a good walk.”

The two leave and Danny skips back over to hang over the arm of the love seat his mother sits in, typing on her phone.

“Mommy, did you see the doggie? His name is Titus. He’s a good dog.”

“Uh-huh,” she comments without really listening.

“Do you like dogs, Danny?” Bruce asks with a smile.

Danny looks at him like he forgot the man was there, tilts his head as he studies him for a moment. Bruce waits patiently until Danny deems him okay and perks back up with bright eyes.

“Uh-huh! I love dogs! Mommy says we can’t get one ‘cuz our ‘partment is too small and they’re dirty. You’s guys are lucky,” the boy rambles as he wanders around the coffee table to get closer to Bruce and away from his distracted mother.

“How do you feel about cats? Damian has a black and white one around here somewhere.”

Danny shrugs and they continue to have a rather pleasant conversation about different animals and foods and each of their houses. It takes up the amount of time for Jason to walk through the door, seemingly already informed of the situation from Alfred.

Jason was… flabbergasted. Bewildered. Caught unprepared. He was a lot of words. Mostly he was scared.

Did he really have a child? A son? If that was true then he missed so much. He missed all of his firsts. First words, first steps, first laugh, first everything.

Would the boy even like him? What if he saw all his scars and was scared of him? What if he didn’t want anything to do with Jason after not being in his life this whole time?

But the boy might not be his. There’s that. That could be… Jason didn’t like the disappointment that thought brought.

Grace was the first one he noticed. Her ripped jeans and low cut top being out of place among the antique furniture and Persian rug. She scowls at him, putting her phone down.

“Finally decided to show up?”

He bites back a comment. He broke several traffic laws to get here, it wasn’t his fault he was fourty minutes away at the time he got the call.

He glances over at Bruce and instead his eyes zero in on the child standing by the armchair Bruce was sitting in.

Just one look and he knew the boy was his.

He looks to Bruce anyway for confirmation, since he has no doubt he sent off a sample to Tim hiding like the troll he is in the basement. The man nods. Jason sucks in a deep breath and suddenly needs to sit down.

He sinks heavily in the matching armchair next to Bruce’s, separated only by a round end table. Jason can’t stop staring at those big, blue eyes that are filled with such curiosity and innocence he almost breaks down right then. But he can’t. He has to be strong. He can’t just walk away to get a handle on his emotions. He’s a dad now.

“You’re a hard man to find,” Grace folds her arms over her chest.

“I’ve been busy,” he answers lamely.

She humphs and looks away with a shake of her head.

The boy, Danny Alfred said his name was, creeps around Bruce’s legs to get closer, obviously seeing something in Jason enough to investigate. The room is quiet as they wait to see how Danny will react.

Coming to a stop right before his knees, Danny stares up at the large man with lots of scars and muscles from what he can see. He wasn’t scared. There was just something familiar that he couldn’t quite put his finger on. He looks… he looks like… and he also feels almost like…

Furrowing his brows in a pout, he knows his Mommy doesn’t like it when he does it, but he still makes his eyes burn with green.

The man gasps and his eyes also swirl into an angry green.

“Daddy?” Danny asks with hope and joy.

Daddy swallows and then nods.

“Yea, buddy, I’m your dad.”

“Daddy!” The boy cheers, jumping in place with a wide smile. “Daddy! Mommy, look! It’s Daddy!”

Danny wastes no time climbing into the man’s lap and wrapping his arms around him as far as they’ll go (not very far) to press his ear to Jason’s chest over his heart. He’s practically vibrating with excitement and Jason makes sure to set a large hand on his back to hold him close.

“I fuckin’ knew it,” Grace hisses, her eyes wide at the display earlier. Both of their eyes had returned to their calmer blue and teal color, but everyone in the room saw it. “I knew he got it from you.”

His eyes narrow in warning, pulling the boy closer to his chest. He sets a hand over Danny’s exposed ear to protect him from the harsh words he’s probably already heard before.

“Do you have any idea how creepy it is to deal with a tantrum when your kid has fucking glowing green eyes?”

“Did you hit him?” Jason growls, the vibrations seeming to settle Danny even more.

“Please, I’m not my mother,” she dismisses with a sneer.

Could have fooled him.

“Everything was fine until he started doing freaky shit. I don’t know how to raise a meta kid, alright?”

“What are you talking about?”

Now he was just confused. What stuff was Danny doing that Grace thought he was a meta?

“Don’t try to pretend you don’t have powers too,” she points viciously.

“I’m not pretending. I don’t have powers. I don’t have the meta gene. What can he do?” He demands while being transparently clear.

She just glares back at him, obviously not believing him. That didn’t exactly matter at the moment.

“What can he do?” He repeats with emphasis.

She puckers her lips like she’s tasted something sour and then lifts her chin.

“Why doesn’t he just show you, huh? Danny- Would you stop babying him? Danny, show him the things you can do.”

After Jason takes the hand off the boy’s head, Danny turns to his mother warily.

“But you don’t like it,” he reminds, like she forgot.

“He wants to see it, so show him,” she waves a hand at Jason like he just asked for something he would regret.

Danny leans back to look up at his dad.

“You won’t get mad? Or scared?”

He sounds so unsure and scared. As if Jason could ever hate him. Jason really wants to punch something. Preferably something with her face on it.

“I promise I won’t.”

Another parent might have something more profound to say to reassure their child, but Jason was just starting out and honestly, it was more than Bruce would ever say.

Danny thinks for a second before wiggling to get down. He looks back once more at his mother who gives him a ‘get on with it’ motion.

The boy fidgets a little before covering his face with two hands like he’s playing hide and seek, then- disappears. Jason jerks at watching his son blink out of sight like a Martian.

“Boo!” Danny pops back into view, exactly where he was standing before with his hands out like any child on Halloween.

Jason blinks and then starts laughing. This was karma. Danny could literally become invisible, something the Bats train to do for years.

“That was good, buddy,” Jason chuckles, ruffling the kid’s hair.

Danny hesitantly smiles back, a bit of hope and pride in those eyes.

“There’s more,” Grace interrupts, seemingly uneasy with how well Jason reacted.

“Yea?” Jason directs to Danny, his focus on his son.

Danny gives a shaky nod, glancing over worriedly at Bruce who is just silently watching. Jason could see the tension in his shoulders but also the intrigue.

The boy places a hand on the coffee table and focuses on his hand. It took a few minutes of concentration before Danny’s hand went through the table like he was just dunking his hand in a pool instead of through a solid object.

He pulls his hand out and they could see it be slightly translucent.

“That one’s harder to do when I want to,” Danny mumbles.

“You mean it mostly happens on accident?”

Danny nods.

“I drop a lot. And get stuck sometimes.”

Yea, Jason can see how that could be a problem. He can’t imagine how terrified Danny was the first time a body part got stuck in an immovable object. He really wishes he could have been there for him in his panic.

“The last thing is hard too. But I’ve been practicing. Watch!”

Danny jumps once, twice, and on the third time he lingers in the air, coming down slowly like someone in water or astronauts on the moon. Danny pushes off the ground a fourth time, this time floating steadily higher like gravity meant nothing to him.

Despite the kid obviously have done this before and enjoying it with his giggles, Jason stands under him in case he falls. And falls he does. Suddenly, like the strings being cut and gravity taking hold of him again, Danny plummets into Jason waiting arms. The boy grunts on impact and then smiled sheepishly up at his dad.

“Sorry, Daddy. I promise I’m doing better.”

“That’s okay, squirt. I’m glad I was here to catch you.”

Jason plops back into the chair with his child in his lap.

“Anything else up that sleeve of yours?” He teases but is equally as serious.

Danny shakes his head enough to make his hair fluff. Jason looks to Grace for confirmation and sees she is still recovering from Danny’s fall out of the air. How many times has she had to catch him? Or wasn’t able to catch him?

She clears her throat.

“I don’t know if it’s part of it, but he never gets sick. Never even had a cough.”

Children always get sick, that’s how they build immune systems. For Danny to have never gotten even a cold, Jason doesn’t know if it’s worrying or a good thing.

“Any allergies?” Is the first thing on his mind, thinking of what Alfred will need to know.

She shakes her head with a negative hum.

“In one of the bags is a folder with all of his documents. Birth certificate, immunizations, doctor visits. I also made a list of some favorite things and things he hates. It has foods on there too.”

That was… honestly more than he was expecting from her. But it also cements the fact that she intended to drop him off with him and then never see them again. She raised him for four years and she doesn’t even want visitation? Does she not understand there are legal documents she needs to sign to transfer custody properly?

“There are some things you need to sign, but it will take some time to get it sorted,” Bruce chimes in all business.

Long nails swipe through the air like signing her rights away was trivial.

“My phone number and address are on one of the documents. Just tell me when and where.”

She stands to leave and Jason can feel Danny tense up.

“Are we leaving?” He asks worriedly, climbing down from his seat on his dad’s lap. He didn’t want to go.

“You’re staying here. With your dad,” Grace says shortly, not once looking at the boy.

“Are you going home to get the rest of our stuff?”

“No. I’m going home. You’re staying here. End of story.”

Danny visibly thinks on that for a second then scampers after his mother as she leaves the room.

“Is it like Robbie where his mom lives in one ‘partment and his dad lives in a different one?”

Grace sighs and runs a hand through her hair. She’s clearly flustered and is showing it as irritation, but Jason can’t help but trail behind in case she says something that she shouldn’t.

“No, Danny, it’s not like Robbie. I- I am leaving you here and I’m not coming back, okay?”

Jason takes a step forward to draw her attention and send her a look that says ‘choose your words carefully, this is a conversation he will remember for a long time’.

“But- but why? Is it ‘cuz of my things? I’m sorry I scared you, Mommy. I didn’t mean to. I won’t do them again, promise.”

Jason grits his teeth at how desperate his son sounds, trying to keep his mother with him. Even making a promise he can’t keep.

Grace finally looks at her baby. Sees the turmoil and tears in his baby blue eyes. She gets down on her knees to get level and places her hands on his tiny shoulders.

“You will do them again and that’s not a bad thing. Your things are part of you. That’s okay. You’re not in any trouble. I just- I’m in over my head here, Danny. I can’t take care of you the way you should be taken care of, okay? But your dad can, I hope. So I’m leaving you here. With him.”

Danny’s lip wobbles and she has to restrain herself from not hugging him like she always does when he’s upset.

“Then- then you’ll visit, right? Like Chase’s grandma visits him?”

Why is this so hard?

“I don’t think so, baby. I don’t think you’re gonna see me again. I’m sorry.”

Danny is silent for a while. He wipes his eyes and sniffs.

“Are you goin’ ‘way like Jamal’s dad?”

The ten year old in the same building as them lost his dad in a wrong place wrong time type situation. Jamal had told Danny his dad went away forever so he couldn’t see him again. Grace had told him that when people go away forever, they get put among the stars he loves so much to be remembered.

Grace wears such a pained expression Jason half thought she was about to burst into tears.

“Kinda,” she nods. “So give me a big hug, okay?”

Danny was in her arms before she finished speaking. Jason didn’t exactly know why she wanted to stop all contact, but he had a theory that if Danny really was a meta (and with his powers he was leaning toward believing it) then Grace would want to distance herself as much as possible to protect them both. He met her in Crime Alley, he knew they didn’t live in a good spot. If any one of those crooks saw Danny use any of his powers, they could steal him easily from his single mother. She didn’t want to give those kind of people leverage to get Danny and sell him off. She wasn’t trying to be cruel, she was just trying to do what was best for her kid, even if that meant cutting her out of his life.

He had a strange new respect for her he didn’t want to acknowledge.

Grace takes a heavy breath and pulls away showing Danny’s tear stained cheeks. She wipes them like it would do anything.

“I gotta go now, Danny.”

“No,” he cries and Jason’s heart breaks a little more.

“We gotta say goodbye now. Please.”

Grace is just barely hanging on. Jason knows as soon as she walks out that door she’ll break down.

“I don’t want to. Don’t want you to leave,” Danny whines, trying to keep a strong grip on his mother.

She holds his hands in hers and gives him a serious look.

“You’re going to be fine. You’re gonna be just fine with your dad.” She leans in and whispers, “You’re not alone, Danny. You are never alone. Just look up. Look at the stars, baby, and you’ll be okay.”

Danny pouts, but thinks about those words.

“I like the stars,” he mumbles.

She smiles, probably the first one in a while.

“I know you do.”

She kisses his forehead one last time and stands. Danny whines. She steps away.

“Bye-bye, Danny. I- I love you.”

“Mommy,” he cries, tears and snot coming full force now.

Jason can’t take anymore and picks up his son to hold on his hip.

“It’s okay, buddy. I got you,” he assures. He turns to Grace who is having the internal battle of her life in the foyer. “I got him.”

It’s an assurance to her too, that he will take care of Danny, that he would be there for him. It was a promise.

Grace sees it for what it is and leaves out the front door without another word.

Danny screams and cries and struggles, but Jason holds on tight, scared he’ll fall or use his powers to get away and disappear. The man walks back to the drawing room so his son wasn’t staring at the door longingly.

As soon as Jason sits down, Danny struggles harder since they stopped moving. So Jason stands again, adjusting the boy in his arms and starts pacing a path around the room.

Bruce has already disappeared, not knowing what to do with a heartbroken child crying his eyes out. Alfred has cleared away the tray of snacks, leaving two waters on the table, one in a small, plastic cup. Jason spies Damian poke his head in for a second to see what the matter was, and upon seeing no immediate threat went off wherever. Other than that, father and son were alone to figure themselves out.

Danny was going through a lot for a toddler and Jason didn’t exactly know how to handle what happened either. He tried his best with speaking reassurances into the boy’s hair, but he didn’t know if Danny even heard him over his own crying.

It was a rough first meeting to be frank, but after a while (what felt like ages) Danny cried himself to sleep and Jason felt it safe to finally sprawl out on the loveseat with the boy laying on his chest. Compared to a grueling patrol, that was definitely worse. He never wanted to have to go through that again, but knew as a dad it was part of the job description.

[littledes1re]

Hii love. Can you write something about Joel getting you pregnant.

Maybe at first he didn't want kids (but because of his age, he thought he wasn't gonna be the best dad for them). He always knew you wanted, and one day he saw how good you are with them, and desire in your eyes. Maybe some smut thaanks

Makin’ you a mama

Pairing: Old!joel miller x f!reader

Warnings: 18+, BREEDING KINK, praise, pet names, soft!joel, talking about pregnancy, pinv, unprotected sex (obviously), age gap! (62 x 26), one time joel calling himself ‚daddy‘

A/N: thank you anon for making me write this. I‘ve always wanted to write something like this but never had the balls lmao

It‘s been two years since you and Joel came to Jackson. And you couldn’t believe how well everything was going. After surviving hordes and hordes of clickers, runners and raiders, having to put up with the temperature that keeps on changing, searching for a place to rest and the fear of losing Joel even tho at that time, you two weren‘t even together. He was a grumpy, mad, annoyed man who never let his feelings out. Surviving with him meant also surviving him.

In all kinds that was just the past and a story to tell whenever you were invited to gatherings. Joel and your relationship was strong, you were scared that people would get shy away from the age gap, but apparently they have seen worse in the apocalypse. Whenever you two were together, people looked at you with admiration, asking themselves why their relationship wasn‘t going that well. Joel was overprotective, always made sure you were well taken care of, always listened to you, never argued. Other men had none of that in them. You were happy, content but there was one thing swimming around in the back of your head that you—no matter what, couldn‘t forget.

„You really think I would fit into the father role with my 62 years once again, baby?“ his eyes were gentle, looking at you, searching for enclosure in your expressions.

„Yea, why not? You make me feel taken care of, you are a great man, I know that you would very well fit into that role.“ your voice was just above a whisper. There was a sigh leaving his lips and then he took his glasses of, running trough his hair at the same time.

„I—I don‘t think I can do that. Just give me some time to think about that okey?“

Yet, the answer never came. And you never wanted to push him. So you let it rest. He lost his child once, he once had all of that and went trough a traumatic event, you knew that he was still scared.

And if you were honest with yourself, did you really want to have a baby in this god forsaken place? You really want to have that baby go trough the same traumatic things you two went trough? It wasn‘t easy living here. It wasn‘t easy living else where.

Maybe it was the end of the world. You didn‘t know that.

So you forgot that idea. Out of your mind.

You concentrated on your job. Daycare. Not really the best way to let that thought out of your mind, huh? But you loved it, you loved the kids, the pretty toys that were scattered everywhere, the colourful rooms and the sweet parents that came in and picked their kids up. It was a great way to forget the outside world, to really come close with the humanity that was forgotten for some many years.

Joel was going to pick you up, like he always does after doing his construction work around Jackson. When he came to your workplace tho, he had to stop and was completely lost in his thoughts.

It was you. Having a toddler on your hip, while swinging from left to right, singing to him. Your eyes were full of love, the toddler was laughing with you. His small hands gripping your shirt, tangled in your hair, feeling comfortable with you. Joel subconsciously started to smile, standing there and really thinking about how you would look like as a mother. There was something so effortless about the way you moved, how you instinctively cradled that child with your warmth and certainty. As if motherhood always lived within you, waiting to be embraced.

What if it was your kid in your arms? What if your house was filled with the laughter of having a child. Joel stood there and pictured you, soft glow in your cheeks, carrying the baby beneath your heart. How perfect you would look with a belly, how perfect you would fit into that role.

Joel longed for that feeling. He would do everything in this world to make you happy, to make you comfortable. He would not let you work, he would be there and raise that child with you. He would love you two unconditionally. And suddenly— there it was. The longing to become a father and make you a mother.

„J-joel—what the hell has gotten into you.“ you muttered out, out of breath as joel abruptly pulled you to him, kissing you, just seconds after going inside the house. He didn‘t answer, too hungry to think straight. You yelped as he threw you into the coach, going on top of you and spreading your legs.

„Joel.“ you whined, his hands quickly unbuttoning your shirt, then your bra, his fingers landing on your nipples, gently pinching the nub. You whimpered, too lost in the sudden pleasure, your hips starting to move up against his crotch.

„Pretty breasts are gonna filled with milk.“ he groaned out, your eyes widening. What was he talking about?

„Joel, what the hell are you even talking about?“ his hands stopped on your tits, gently moving to your belly, stroking around, smiling to himself.

„gonna make you a mama, baby.“

„Wait, really?“ you weren‘t sure if you heard that right. The man who was just scared of being a father again, was telling you that he was going to make you a mother. Joel chuckled at your reaction, unzipping his pants, taking his cock out. It was all red, his tip pulsing as he started to jerk off, squeezing it and releasing a moan from his lips.

„Mhm. Ain‘t that what you wanted? C‘mon now, open up.“

„Joel, are you sure? Look I don‘t want to pressure you—”

„I‘m sure. Now don‘t make me wait or I ain‘t giving you anything.“ he teased, your face lighting up as you giggled. Quickly, unbuttoning your jeans, while joel focused on pumping his cock and kissing and biting down your neck line. You spread your legs further, pulling your soaked panties down and running your hands trough your mans hair.

„That‘s right. Look at you, already so soaked. Gonna let me give you a baby, hm?“

His cock rubbed along your slit, your breath coming to a stop as you looked into his lust filled eyes. He slowly fed his cock into your cunt, your mouth falling open at the stretch and fullness you were feeling. His thumb coming at your little clit, slowly rubbing, making you whimper into the silent room.

„shh, I know, I know. That‘s it. Look at you letting me in. Little cunt needs this, baby. Needs me to fill her.“

And you can do nothing but moan and whimper around him as joel sets a rhythm with his thrusts. His cock going in and out of your pussy, the squelching sounds filling the room. Your tits moving up and down, his thumb never letting up on rubbing your clit. His gaze never left you. Concentrated on your fucked out expression, while also focusing on the hard but gentle thrusts he was giving you. Your knees trembling, thighs quivering—he was fucking you with all he had.

Your heels dug into the couch under you, your hips going closer to him, wanting to feel him just a little bit deeper. His cock meets your spot this way, making you cry out.

„That‘s the spot, yea?“ he groans out.

„Mhm.“ you whimper as an answer, too lost in the pleasure to even look into his eyes. You squeezed them, putting your hands on your tits playing with them.

„Gonna be a gorgeous mother, I know it, angel.“

Joel knows you are close as he sees your tummy clenching, your thighs shaking. He feels himself coming closer too, so he pulls you just closer into him, his thrusts concentrating on that spot in you, his hands holding your back so he stays as deep as possible in you.

„Daddy‘s gonna fill you up, but I want you to cum with me. C‘mon.“

He whispers into your ear, your toes curling as you feel the orgasm coming closer to you in your tummy.

„Doing so so well f‘me aren‘t you?“

His thrusts were growing sloppy as he breathlessly whispered praises into your ear.

„Belly gonna swell, tits gonna be full of milk. Letting that old man fill her up to the brim. Yea, my good girl, baby.“ And that what it all took for you to snap. You cried out, gripping his shoulder, feeling his cock twitch in your cunt, releasing rope after rope of cum into you. You clench, squeezing him for all of his worth, while biting into his shoulder and coming down from your orgasm.

While catching his breath, he gently lays you down again, caressing your tummy but doesn‘t pull out. Without a word he suddenly grabs you, his cock still in you, he carries you to the bedroom.

„Need it to take, baby.“

And you know that it‘s going to be a long night.

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let me shatter into you

— aka jason knows better than to let anyone get away with hurting you

———

your eyes trace the brown-yellow bruise forming on your wrist, the consequence of some asshole on the street too drunk to remember it isn’t polite to grab pretty girls. you would’ve let it go, really, it’s gotham, this kind of thing happens. unfortunately for the poor bastard, he had the misfortune of forgetting his sense in front of jason todd.

you try to hide the bruise before your boyfriend can see it, sliding the tarnished patch of skin under the sleeve of your jacket with haste— but he catches it anyways. of course he does. you can faintly see shocks of green lightning crackling in his ocean blue eyes, a precursor to the white hot rage stemming from his chest to the rest of his body.

you gently squeeze his arm, noting how tense the muscles in his bicep are. you know jason. you know he loves you differently— like you’re something fragile. he worships you, taking care of you like you’re a marble statue and he’s terrified of finding cracks. so something as small as a bruise, no matter how tiny or how minor, it makes him lose control.

he gently removes your hand from his arm, pressing a chaste kiss against your bruise. “why don’t you go back to that café, yeah? i’ll join you in a minute.” he says, looking down at you with a soft smile. if you didn’t know him any better, you’d think he’d completely gotten over the situation, happy as a clam.

but you do know him, and you know that the way his shoulders are tensed and his free hand is fisted in the pocket of his jacket means that he’s enraged.

“jay—“

he presses a soft kiss to your forehead, giving you a gentle smile. “please, baby. i don’t want you to see this.”

you should stop it. you should try. but he’s looking at you like that and your morals suddenly become incredibly loose. you hesitate, remembering the waves of repulsion you felt moments ago when that idiot bastard yanked you towards him. “just… don’t hurt him bad.”

jason nods, turning you around and guiding you forward, watching until you turn towards the cafe before he focuses his attention on the man, who is still too piss drunk to comprehend how badly he had fucked up. you hear jason before the door fully closes behind you, an echo of “so you think that’s how you should treat a woman?”

he’s terrifying. that drunk idiot must be terrified.

and he’s yours. scary dog privileges and all that. it makes you feel warm, safe, loved, protected— you’re irrevocably in love with that. with him.

he comes back in a few minutes, maybe fifteen? the wait stretched on for hours in your mind. his knuckles are bloody, but none of it is his. he cleans up in the bathroom before sliding next to you on the cushioned side of your half-booth, wrapping an arm and your shoulder, breathing you in like a man starved.

“he’s fine.” he says quietly, so only you can hear it. “just made sure he learned to keep his hands to himself.”

you close your eyes, leaning into him, into his warmth. you don’t say anything— you don’t have to, the way you bury yourself against him is admission enough. his arms wrap around you and the bruise fades back into your skin. your heart beats with more love than you thought it capable of producing, your chest swelling like it’s about to burst.

you press a gentle kiss against his chest and everything makes sense again.

———

it’s always when i say i’m not gonna write that inspiration strikes

[forever-rogue]

Trouble

AN | Hello, I'm here to fix it. It never happened. Joel is back in Jackson. Enjoy💕

Pairing | Joel Miller x Fem!Reader 

Warnings | Canon typical injury

Word Count | 2.6k

Masterlist | Joel, Main 

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You were covered in dirt, blood, and gunk but none of that mattered in the moment. What mattered was that no matter how bruised and worn down you felt, you were alive. You had survived, Jackson had survived…everything would be okay.

Dragging yourself up off the ground, you spotted Tommy and Maria up ahead. A sigh of relief escaped your lips as you slowly made your way towards them, helping any stragglers along your way. It was going to take a while to recover from this disaster, but at least you knew things would get better. And, if anything, you now had more knowledge on the enemy and their…abilities for lack of a better word.

Brushing some blood and dirt off your face, you spotted Ellie getting off her horse just up ahead. Thank fuck.

They were all okay. Everything was fine. Ellie, Jesse, Dina, and Joel were back. 

You ran as fast as you could which, given the state you were in wasn't very fast, ready to make your way to them. It was more of a limping skip as you made your way over.

“Tommy! Ellie!” You shouted over the wind, waving your arm to get their attention. When they heard you and finally turned around, you were met with a sea of grim faces. Your stomach dropped; they should be happy. If not happy, at least not so grim. Right? When you finally got to them, you realized that you didn’t see Joel. You immediately knew something was very wrong, “where's Joel?”

Ellie opened and closed her mouth a few times, fresh tears streaming down her cheeks.

“Where's Joel?” you asked again, swallowing the lump in your throat. You turned to Tommy and saw that the look on his face mirrored the one on Ellie's. In fact, no one looked happy, “Tommy. Where's Joel?”

“Listen-” 

“Where is he!?” You demand again, tears welling up in your own eyes. Tommy put his hand on your shoulder and held onto it firmly, “T-Tommy. Where is he?”

“He's at Kat's,” he finally said, his own voice shaking as he tried to keep it together, “he's…he's not doing well.”

You choked out a sob before turning on your heel and running towards Kat's house. Your own body was screaming in pain but none of that mattered in the moment. All you could think about was getting to Joel. That was the only thing that mattered. 

You burst through the front door of the house, lungs on fire as you headed towards the stairs. You took a moment to catch your breath, clutching the stitch in your side, “Kat? Kat!”

You started up the stairs, Kat meeting you at the top with a grim expression on her face. She was a kind, older woman that always had a way of making you feel better no matter the circumstances. She was a good doctor.

She took your face in her hands before sighing softly and pulling you in for a hug. You clutched onto her tightly, fearful for what she was going to say to you. When you pulled apart, she brushed some dirt off your clothes, “I'm going to have a look at you next.”

“There's other people that need your help more than I do,” you insisted, “where's Joel? I-I need to see him. Please.”

“Look,” she gave your hand a squeeze, “he's lucky to be alive. I hate to say that, I do. But he's lucky Ellie and Jesse found him when they did.”

“What happened?” You were reeling from her words; the idea of losing Joel was unbearable, “tell me. Please.”

“Seems like some people he made enemies of a long time back found him,” she sighed, “and they had some sort of vendetta against him.”

You couldn't wait any longer and gently pushed past her and into the room where you knew he'd be. As soon as you opened the door, you stopped in your tracks when you found him on the bed. You let out a shaky breath as you dropped to your knees by his side, “oh my god. Joel.”

“He can't hear you,” Kat followed in after you, grim look on her face, “he's out. He's gonna be out for a while.”

“What did they do to him?” His face was bruised and there were remnants of dried blood all over him. He looked so pale that it made your stomach drop. It took you a moment of notice that his leg was completely bandaged up.

“Shot in the side, his leg was broken badly. Ellie said…there was a girl beating him with a golf club before resorting to using her fists. He's got some broken ribs and lost a lot of blood. He's going to be a while before he's up and able to get, let alone get around.”

“But he'll-”

“There's no swelling in his brain and his lungs sound clear. He's past the absolute worst but he's not out of the woods just yet,” you hated that she wouldn't just confirm that he'd make it, “but its Joel. You know he's not going to give up fighting.”

“What can I do?” You asked, voice cracking as tears blurred your vision, “anything. Whatever it takes.”

“There's not much you can do right now. Its just going to take time,” she whispered, “take care of yourself. And the others. Things will be alright.”

“Will they?” You plopped onto the ground and reached for his hand; it was cold and stiff, “I can't…I can't lose him. I just can't.”

“We'll do everything we can do,” she promised, “we just have to be patient.”

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“Here,” Tommy's voice pulled you of your stupor as he walked in and held a hot cup of tea out to you, “our mama used to say that there wasn't anything a cup of tea couldn't fix.”

“Thanks,” you clutched the warm mug in your cold, tired hands as you stared at the golden liquid. You stretched, your body tired and aching from the stiff wooden chair that had basically become your second home. You'd been camped out by his side, refusing to move unless absolutely necessary. You’d cleaned him up as best as you could but he still looked so…fragile. Broken.

“You can leave you know,” he said as you looked at him incredulously, “you can rest and take time for yourself. You ain't going to be helping anyone by not making sure you're okay.”

“I don't want to leave him,” you sighed, looking Joel over. It had been almost two weeks, and while he seemed to be healing, he still wasn't up and conscious, “what if he wakes up and I'm not here? O-or something happens?”

Tommy let out a low sigh as he looked forlornly at his older brother, “I keep thinking the same thing. But you know if anything happens, someone will get you right away.”

“Yeah,” you sipped the warm liquid and closed your eyes for a moment. You knew this was just hard for him and Ellie, “what happened to her? The girl?”

“She got away,” he gritted his teeth, “for now. We'll find her.”

“I keep thinking I want to go out there and kill her myself,” you whispered, reaching over and gently brushing a rogue lock of hair out of Joel's face, “that I want her to suffer as much as he did, or worse.”

“But…”

“Nothing excuses what she did,” you whispered, “but I can't imagine doing that to another living being. It makes us no better than them. But at the time I don't know if I care about that.”

“Its hard,” he agreed.

“It is,” you took his hand in yours, “I don't know what to do. For now, I just want him to be okay.”

“He's a stubborn old fool. He's not going to leave us that easily.”

“Promise?” Your voice was quiet and you weren't even sure you'd intended for him to hear it. Tommy nodded as offered him a small smile in return, “you better hurry up and get better soon, old man. Can't believe I'm saying this, but I miss your grumpy old face.”

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Time seemed slower than it ever did before as you remained by Joel's side. A few more days had passed and as much as you wanted to remain hopeful, you had to admit it was hard to. While his pallor returned and the dark bruising faded to green and yellow, he hadn't woken up. You never thought you could miss someone so much when they were right next to you. 

“You know,” you had moved onto the bed, laying on the edge to be close to him without hurting him further, “I remember when we first met after I got here. It was kind of like this then too, except I wasn't hurt as bad. One of the first things you said to me was that you knew I was going to be a pain in your ass. Turns out you were right, but I could say the same about you.”

The room was silent, filled only with the combined sounds of your soft breathing. You tentatively reached out a hand and traced your fingertips along his side, barely a ghost of a touch.

“I miss you, you know,” you continued, “I always miss you when you're gone, even if its only a few hours, but this is so much worse. Its like you're right here but a million miles away. I want you to come back to me soon. We're all waiting for you. Ellie misses you so much too. She saved you, you know. She never hated you, which I think you know deep down. She loves you, you'll always be her Joel. I love you. So much.”

You laid there until you fell asleep, only moonlight filtering in. You weren't sure how much long your heart could handle this.

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It was going on three weeks and you were still a wreck as much as the first day. You were growing impatient and tired and angry, and a million other emotions.

“You know I hate to ask you to leave but can you give Maria a hand with some stuff at the stables?” You looked at Tommy and glanced at Joel before nodding. He hadn't woken up yet, and at this you weren't sure when he would. It was probably fine to be gone for a few hours.

“Of course,” you stood up, giving Joel one last look before heading out. You'd be back soon enough.

It was a few hours of some back breaking labor that you were finally able to take a moment to breathe. There was still so much left to do to rebuild Jackson, and as reluctant as you had been to leave Joel, you were happy for the work that had taken all of your attention.

You heard your name being shouted from the distance and looked over to Benji running towards you with Tommy running after him. You exchanged a look with Maria and bent down to scoop him up in your arms.

“Hey kiddo, what's got you so excited?” 

“Uncle Joel,” he started simply, a big gap toothed smile on his face. Your heart stopped for a moment as you looked over to Tommy, who had managed to catch up.

“Tommy?” You tried to keep the excitement out of your face, “is he…?”

“He's awake,” he confirmed, “just woke up.”

“Oh my god,” you gently set him down and ran off without another word. You figured they'd understand.

You burst into the house and ran upstairs and into his room, chest heaving from the exertion. Kat raised an eyebrow at you but there was a smile pulling on the corners of her mouth, “just in time.”

“Joel?” Kat stepped out of the way and slipped out of the room to give the two of you some privacy.

And there he was; still looking worse for the wear but sat up in the bed and fully conscious. It might have been the most beautiful sight you had ever seen.

“Hey trouble,” his voice was dry and raspy but hearing him immediately brought tears to your eyes.

“Joel,” you took a few tentative steps towards him, part of you refusing to believe this was real. He moved his hand to reach out for you, “you're…you're…I thought I was going to lose you.”

“You can't get rid of me that easily,” his laugh turned into a cough and you handed him the glass of water that was by his bedside.

“Take it easy old man,” you joked through your tears, finally happy ones, as you sat next to him on the bed, “don't need you to hurt yourself now.”

He smiled at you, putting his hand on top of yours, giving it a reassuring squeeze, “you were here. The whole time.”

“Where else would I be?” You sniffled as he reached up and wiped your tears away. You put your hand on top of his and held it gently against your cheek.

“Preferably out living life,” he stroked his thumb over your skin, “not worrying about me.”

You studied him, taking in the brown eyes you'd missed so much. He was definitely far from recovered but he was here and he was alive. That was enough for now.

You gently took his hand off your face and took his face in your hands. You frowned at the bruising that was lingering but you knew it'd be gone soon enough. Before you could stop yourself, you leaned in and pressed your lips against his, kissing him as softly and tenderly as possible. With a relieved sigh, you touched your forehead against his, “I don't think I could ever stay away.”

“You know I'm never going to leave you,” he whispered as you nodded.

“I love you,” you promised, “even if you are a stubborn grump.”

“I love you too, trouble,” he shifted over gently before patting the same next to him, “c'mere.”

“I don't want to hurt you,” he scoffed and you kicked off your boots before getting into the bed next to him, slowly to make sure you didn't cause him any pain. You laid down and rested your head on his good leg, letting out a slow, deep breath. Joel started gently playing your hair, causing tingles to shoot through your entire body. You hadn't realized how much you missed his touch, “you should lie down too. You need the rest.”

“So do you,” he insisted, grinning as you yawned, “you've been here the whole time watching me, let me take care of you.”

“Only if you lie down with me and we both stay here for a while,” you insisted, turning your face to look up at him.

“I suppose,” he shifted with a grimace but was able to get himself comfortable next to you, draping an arm around your waist and pulling you against him, “you alright?”

“Better than I have been in weeks,” you turned so you were facing him, “I was scared that we'd never get to do this again. That I'd never see you again. That you would be gone…”

“Oh trouble,” he whispered, “that's never going to happen. Okay?”

“Okay,” you agreed, “I'm going to hold you to that, Miller.”

“I'd expect nothing less, trouble.”

[tastesousweet]

⭒ crush

| hamzahthefantastic x youtuber!reader au

summary: hamzah has a crush that is extremely obvious to everyone except you ... somehow?! (both written & smau!!!)

a/n: happy new years!!!!!!

— march 2024

hamzah is hungry beyond belief.

martin's already assured him both over facetime and text that he's on his way with their full course meal of chinese takeout— currently sat in the basket of martin's rented bike, jostling up and down with every bump of the toronto pavement without a doubt. yet his stomach is still throwing a tantrum, depraved of any nutrients while his brain repeats in a neanderthal-like manner "food. coming. soon." in hopes of reducing the pressure within his poor stomach.

he opens instagram, needing some sort of an escape, because naturally a little doom-scrolling will ease his (dramatic but still very real) pain. somehow, among the ridiculous animal reels and comedic twitch clips on his explore feed, he stumbles upon a reel from you. a girl with a different quality and charm to your face and character than anything he's seen in other content creators.

not only does your bubbly yet elegant voice keep him watching but the subject matter is rather fitting— you're cooking a homemade chicken pot pie for the first time. in the video you talk about how often your mother would prepare it growing up and now it's become a popular craving for you. hamzah watches intently as if he were ready to get up and make his own pot pie alongside you.

"hey! the hell are you smiling at?" martin's voice is breathy due to his trek to and from the chinese restaurant. he walks into the living room holding a crinkly plastic bag reading: "thank you! have a nice day!" with that big, yellow smiley face in between.

"huh? nothin'." hamzah dismisses and adjusts himself on the couch, "come on, 'm starving!" he reaches his hand out to take the food from martin before patting the seat next to him.

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— june 2024

"so when are you gonna come see us?"

it was a surprise to see hamzah follow you on instagram a few months ago. you'd heard his name thrown around in certain spaces of the internet but never really indulged in any of his content.

his instagram had the format of a shitposting ten-year-old but it only made you curious about the humorous twenty-something. eventually you'd watched a youtube video of his; completely laughing your ass off and finding your eyes chasing after hamzah whenever he was in even the tiniest of frames.

it was never a serious crush by any means, just a nice piece of secret eye-candy who also happened to have a great personality and an enviously good work ethic (the effort martin and hamzah put into their videos was astonishing to you).

so you were quite nervous to be the first to dm him, in hopes of a friendship or a least a quick exchange of "hey." it was only right — you two had been liking each other's poss and stories a consistent amount.

the mellow first exchange between the two of you in april blossomed into you both constantly talking in your free time; your friendship quickly to developed a flirty back-and-forth dynamic that sometimes borders on way more than platonic. eventually martin was added to your consistent facetime calls and you’ve even let them convince you to create a discord account to play minecraft and grand theft auto online with them.

and now you’re lying on your leather couch with both of their faces displayed in your laptop’s screen, eager to hear your response.

“i don’t know…” you play with a loose end of the sweater you’re wearing, “what would we even do?”

they both stay quiet for a moment before hamzah laughs, “why are you acting like you don’t wanna say yes right now?”

a smile slowly grows on your face “okay… gimme a second,” you begin to google flight information to and from toronto.

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— september 2024

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“oh!” you accidentally trip over yourself while walking backwards and stumble into hamzah, who was standing in front of the unfamiliar grocery store, watching you prepare to give an intro. “jesus,” martin laughs under his breath from behind the camera. he lowers the camera, showing his feet but still picking up his voice in the mic, “you good?!”

the clip cuts to you stood upright again, "i'm in the six!!!" you exclaim loudly, raising your arms above your head. "and i'm here with slushy noobz to add to my series where other creators "teach me" their specialty. you tug at hamzah's arm and pull him into the frame with you, "hamzah tell them what you and martin are gonna teach me," you look up a him while still holding onto his arm. you interrupt him before he even begins to speak, "oh yeah! martin is also here by the way!" you point and martin flips the camera to himself. "they're just leaving me out it's fine, i know i'm out already, just vote just vote," he references with a sigh before turning it back to you and hamzah. "don't start! chase is on his way to come and film for us-" "listen! this is our plan-- we're gonna teach you how to mukbang; everyone knows we're very qualified in this field and know everything there is to know about the subject, so, uhh, yeah we're kinda experts. i dont know, would you say that, martin?" hamzah rambles. "yeah, i think that's a good way to describe us" "perfect! then you're teachin' me how to kiss next, right?" you ask. hamzah goes from looking at you attentively (hanging onto your every word) to a face deadpanned as he glances over to martin trying not to smile.

the video cuts to a clip with the three of you, finally, all in one shot now that chase is behind the camera. you pull a cart out from its slot and push yourself on it before standing both feet on top of the tiny foot bar, gliding through the automatic doors.

next, a clip of martin speaking to the camera while you and hamzah look through different pasta sauces together, "okay we didn't really explain this well but essentially we're all going to cook a nice dish and then eat it together in front of you guys. isn't that cute?" "yeah, can't wait for us to mukbang together" hamzah speaks. martin turns back to the camera with a smirk, "i bet you wish you were mukbanging with us huh, chase?" "no. and you just made that word up." martin's face falls.

the entire grocery shopping trip is filmed with little moments like hamzah mispronouncing a few brand names, martin talking to strangers about which pasta noodle to try, and you randomly walking off into estranged aisles "just to see if things are really different here"

now, you're all back at martin's home; you read aloud the recipe and hamzah is stood practically on top of you as he also looks down at the phone, all while martin lays ingredients out of the counter. "okay simple enough," hamzah says. "yeah, and you're still gonna make me do all of the work anyway," martin huffs sarcastically. you giggle a bit, "martin the most you'll have to do is boil water, i'll force him to do the rest." "huh???!! who??" hamzah questions, his smiley face “accidentally” leaning far too close to yours. "you, duh!" you laugh and turn away to look for a large pot.

throughout the cooking process you slowly stop helping; talking to mandy while you two eat chips and salsa while leaning on the counter or petting the pets instead of doing any of the tasks given to you from the self-proclaimed chefs.

"this is literally your video! what the hell y/n?!" martin whines when he finds you and mandy making a tiktok in his "man cave" together after you'd told them you were going to the bathroom, "seriously mandy?" all of the audio can be heard from the mics on your clothing. "where was she?" hamzah says monotonous as he scrolls on his phone. "making freaking tiktoks with mandy of course!" you giggle as you walk into the kitchen behind him, "what? the food is practically done, we're just waiting on garlic bread!" you shrug and hamzah immediately turns at the sound of your voice. "well, you gonna at least show us?" hamzah asks casually placing his hands on the counter around you, trapping you in the space between him and the marble surface. "yeah," you tilt your head so you can look at his face as you make fun of his not-so-friendly gesture, "you wanna keep breathing down my neck like that while i show you?" he laughs and moves away to cover up the embarrassment of being called out. "stop!" you laugh and bring him back into frame forcing him and martin to watch you and mandy dance on your phone screen.

the four of you sit on the carpet with plates full of chicken alfredo and pieces of garlic bread laid out on martin’s coffee table. you all talk about your experience in toronto so far, how you and hamzah first met, … et cetera.

martin attempts to teach you canadian slang: “keener is big here.” “actually? what the hell does that even mean?” “it’s kinda like a try hard— people will call you a keener if you’re doing too much, basically.” “wait tell me more!” “i mean things like buddy is way too common here. some random old guys will call me that and it always throws me off??” “yeah they always say it so demeaning,” hamzah laughs. “do you guys actually say ‘eh?’ all the time? i feel like i haven’t noticed it a lot.” you ask genuinely. “i won't lie.. i say it more often than i like to admit!” mandy says. you’ve noticed that no matter if you’re the one speaking or not hamzah’s eyes keep glancing and sometimes full on staring at you (he really doesn’t mean to but he thinks he’s finally processing that you’re actually here with them after months of wanting this) you're flattered nonetheless.

at some point hamzah and martin recreate a scene in lady and the tramp, successfully slurping at the same noodle until hamzah retreats and martin sighs at his lack of commiting to the bit. you laugh along before asking hamzah’s to share a noodle with you with a smile slapped over your face, “me next?” he fights off any blushing with a roll of his eyes and his response of, “yeah? ask me again in a sec.”

after you’ve all finished eating, you complete the video with a big smile and a promise of more collaborations in the future.

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[isuckatwritingsobenice]

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞.

Synopsis: What I think Alastors wife would be like, if he had one of course.

Warnings: mentions of blood, pinning, harassment?, Alastor being himself, not in a specific time period but at some point shifts to hell? Let me know if anyone is interested in a part two!!

Navigation!! // Masterlist!! // Serendipity Writes (event)

Alastors wife probably didnt like him at first, and that’s a guarantee. He likes a challenge, but Alastor also likes being liked by people. It fills his ego, makes him feel good about himself. He likes to watch people stumble and fall but quite literally cracks under the pressure of doing just that when it comes to winning you over. Chances were he was constantly trying to figure you out, for two reasons. One, being that he didn’t understand how you couldn’t like him. I mean come on, look at him! He’s got the charm, the manners, the style and the class, the status. What more could you want? The second reason being, the more you denied him, the more he took it as a challenge, the more he wanted you.

Well, surprise surprise, you dont like people with an image to keep up; and to his dismay, that’s exactly what he does. He projects an image. One he refuses to change, and even after marrying you, still doesn’t drop the image, but starts to become more real and honest with himself.

“People who project an image of themselves to others are just trying to fool themselves into being someone they aren’t.” Was what you told him.

Alastor had also asked you out multiple times before you finally said yes. Everyone knows Alastor is very picky with the people he chooses to surround himself with. Everyone he associates with is either there to serve him, or to provide him with something, even if they’re unaware of it. Which only made you trust him less. What purpose did you serve him? What if one day he found you no longer useful and tossed you to the side? Well what were you to do then?

Denying him proved to be a challenge in itself, seeing that he’s quite literally everywhere all at once.

He’d try cheap tricks first. Buying you gifts, constantly showing up at your doorstep with a bouquet of flowers or a stuffed animal. One time he even got you a whole gift basket of your favorite treats. How sweet~ if it was actually about you and not him just trying to patch up his ego. Well at least that was what you thought on the matter.

If that didnt work he’d resort to going ghost. After all, people only miss you when you’re gone right? Well not in this case. He had left you alone physically, at least to your knowledge, but he had still kept a close watch on you. Why, he just knew it would bother you that he suddenly stopped! Until he overheard you speaking with a friend about how happy you were to finally get some peace and quiet. Well that simply wouldn’t do. After all, you should always make an impact, and what kind of impact would he be leaving on you if you went back to your old boring life? No no that just wont do dear.

He’ll start showing back up at your doorstep, taking you on surprise outing to force you to spend time with him. He’ll take you on a walk around a nearby park, a restaurant one day, the picture show the next. He has a long list of places to take you, so you’ll never go to the same place twice! Get your dancing shoes because he’s gonna take you out to the town for the night, after all the city never sleeps! This is when he becomes less forceful, but more of a decent calm. He begins to listen more when you speak, and you actually begin to care about what he’s saying, what a shock!

It’s almost like a switch flips after your outings. He’ll take you to an orchestra show, snickering to himself when he sees your eyes begin to water as the show closes out. He’ll force you to hold onto his arm as he walks you across the street on a rainy night, making sure you don’t slip or trip on the wet pavement. If you ever do, he’ll try his best to catch you and if he doesn’t? Oh what a nightmare, it seems he’s fallen too! For you that is~

You two begin to feel closer, not only physically but emotionally. He gets you to open up about your personal struggles, and in turn, he’ll share some of his own, but not too much. He doesn’t allow himself to be fully and completely vulnerable with you, not yet. But he does try his best to sympathize with you when you share your piece of mind with him. He feels accomplished to know this part of you, and his ego is the last thing on his mind anymore, but instead you take up all the space.

He doesn’t use pet names for you, not cute ones anyway. He’ll call you his devilish belladonna, especially if you love flowers. His creepy spider Lillie. He’ll often speak in the ‘language of flowers’, and will educate you on it if you don’t know so you know exactly what he’s talking about.

He’s the type of person to correct people in public to make them feel stupid, but he never does that with you. Instead he’ll wait until it’s just the two of you and tell you jokingly how wrong you were. You’ll get upset because he let you look like a fool, but in his mind he’s just protecting your feelings. If anyone else corrects you, they’ll have their mouth sewn shut that’s for sure!

He never gets you the same bouquet of flowers. They’re always different, and every week or so you have a new one. He keeps a separate batch for himself so he knows when to get you another. That being said he also makes the bouquets himself, he does not buy them for you already made.

When you finally take Alastor up on his offer to court you properly, he is over the moon about it! Finally, you seem to be coming to your senses dear! Though you quickly follow that comment up with a “Let the blood rush to your head first.” He just bats his lashes at you with a smile. You always know how to make him feel so loved!

Gets very jealous very easily. If he sees you laughing with someone that isn’t him, he’ll size them up before deciding if they’re a threat or not. Heaven forbid anyone actually put their hands on you and uh oh! Limb of the floor someone come get it!

His possessive nature is rooted in abandonment, and thus being said, he has deep attachment issues to you. You are never out of his sight when you two begin dating, and you’re hardly ever far from him in general. You two dress similarly too, especially if you’re from the same era. He’ll switch up your wardrobe slowly so it complements his.

He isn’t one for strong PDA unless he feels like he needs too or just has a strong want too. Usually it’s an arm around your waist, or you hanging onto his arm loosely. The most he’ll ever really do is a kiss on the back of your hand or to your temple. That being said, he’s like this for various reasons.

One, he has a lot of enemies, which means that not not only does that put you in danger, but if you’re also a powerful overlord, it puts him at risk too, though he doesn’t care much about that part.

Second, he doesn’t like physical contact much, and though he always makes an exception for you, he has his image and pristine reputation to keep up. Which you extremely dislike but tolerate because it’s Alastor and if he hasn’t changed much in centuries, nothings going to change ever.

Alastor is very very fond of you, whether you believe it or not. Your fiery attitude has him whipped more than he likes to admit. He’ll joke with other sinners that he’d sacrifice you to save himself but you both know that isn’t true, his nervous ticks prove it to be false, if you do say so yourself.

He’s very fidgety. He’ll tug a piece of your clothing or twirl a strand of your hair between his claws. If you claim he’s messing up your hair he’ll cast a tornado of shadows around you to fuck it up even more, and then smiling at you lovingly when you threaten to cut his ears off because you can’t tell if they’re his hair or just furry ass ears. You always give him a good laugh.

Other sinners are actually convinced you both hate each other, but turf wars on the news show that you two are the most in love when you’re wreaking havoc on innocent sinners for no possible reason other than the fact you two had an argument and the best way to settle it? Dancing in the rain, which actually isn’t rain, just blood falling from the sky because you like to kill people for fun.

“My darling looks the best in red if I do say so myself! Especially if she’s dressed by another’s remains, oh the beauty!”

Alastor has and will continue to get in his feelings about you and his mother getting along so well. He loves you both to pieces, so seeing his two favorite people together makes his dead heart swell with joy.

He’ll ask you to accompany him to the tailors, he values your opinion more than others so you often make adjustments to his suit and he’s just like ‘Whatever she says that’s what’s going on the suit.’ You also make him your personal dressing doll, trying different patterns and styles on him for fun. Alastor is a true skinny jeans hater and he will die on that hill, again. He really appreciates the 60’s style, but prefers to stick to his own decade.

He will take you out hunting with him, and the two of you share breakfast together with the fresh meat you’ve caught. He only gets the best quality for you because he refuses to have you two ‘eating like chums’. A restaurant tried to lie to the two of you, saying their meat was high quality and fresh. Alastor killed everyone in it and you two shared remains like a true power couple. Hells finest of course. ;)

He’s very critical of picking out jewelry for you. Hunting for the perfect ring for you took him ages, mainly because he knew exactly what he wanted but no jeweler had what he wanted all in one ring. So instead he forces them to make him a custom one. Torn limbs and bloody parts later, you have the ring that Alastor worked so hard to give you. He proposes to you Extermination day, claiming he’d love to spend another year in hell with you before the angels come to rip you two apart from each other. It was such a sweet day, at least to you it was.

The type of relationship where he plays the piano and you sing. He loves when you sing and will gush about you to anyone in sight even if he doesn’t know them.

Is very needy in private. He’s a stage 10000 clinger, and will stick to you like his life depends on it, but will be damned if anyone catches him. You don’t tell anyone about it, you like the private life.

You two have cook offs all the time. You make the hotel staff judge, and ultimately Niffty is the tie breaker because she’s brutally honest. Once she told Alastor he should stay out of the kitchen because women were better at it for a reason… harsh!

He was fine though, he got her back by ridding the hotel of bugs. He knows she likes chasing them around and for that she sobbed at his feet for ten minutes asking him to bring them back. It didn’t take much actually, Sir Pentious brought them back on his own, much to Charlies dismay.

He loves to read with you. You two often read a book and once you both finish you have a tea session over it. It starts off being about the book and then somehow shifts to just gossiping and talking shit about the other overlords, except for Rosie, we love Rosie in this household.

Speaking of, Rosie is usually where you get your clothes from. She’s a sweetheart when she isn’t picking pieces of muscle from her teeth, that sharp smile is a killer! She loves to talk about Alastor with you, and usually she’s where you go after you two have had an argument. You’re also her personal Barbie doll. She puts you in outfits and she and Alastor judge over them. Nine times out of ten you leave her boutique with a new wardrobe every time.

Now let’s talk about Vox.

Honestly the whole reason Vox knows about you is probably because he was digging through Alastors shit. But when he sees you? Oh lord, this man is HOOKED.

He doesn’t even know how Alastor managed to get you entangled with him. He finds out about you when you and Alastor aren’t dating yet, and he basically jumps at his chance to try to be with you.

Vox will forever consider you the one that got away, you can’t change my mind.

Alastor has proven time and time again that he’s basically better than Vox. He took a seven year back, came on the radio one day and boom all his viewers were back. In Alastors mind there’s no competition, just Vox being obsessed with the fact Alastor said no.

Valentino uses it against Vox all the time, and it will always make Vox buffer.

[luvyeni]

( reaction ) not wearing any underwear ̨ ! ୨୧ 一 라이즈 ՞

⸃ ⸰ ⌁ riize's reaction to you not wearing panties on a date ヾ

OT7!라이즈・ fem!reader ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ g ・ smut ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ cw ・ ‎ public stuff , no actual penetration , under the table stuff wc ・ ‎0.9k ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎| ‎ ‎click to library

request. riize finding out your not wearing any panties on a date 🙈

「 ୨୧ authors note 」 i hope you like it <3 !!!

﹙ 𐙚 : shotaro ﹚ .ᐟ

the smile on his face is nothing compared to the thoughts running through his mind , looking down at his phone , a text from you telling him to check his pocket , stuffing his hand in pocket only to realize your lacy panties in his coat pocket. “really baby?” you nodded , he bit his lip. “so cute baby , when did you take them off?” he asked. “before we left the house.” he was hard as a rock now. “should we leave now?” he asked , it wasn't really a question , more like a request. stepping out of the both , he walked behind you , so if you made the wrong move you wouldn't flash the restaurant. “just because im smiling doesn't mean I'm happy baby girl.” he whispered in your ear.

“i'm gonna ruin your pretty pussy when we get home.”

﹙ 𐙚 : eunseok ﹚ .ᐟ

notices it as you step out the car , you skirt so fucking tiny he can see your ass. “fucking hell.” he gets out the car behind you , pulling your skirt down , kissing your temple an old couple passing by you , smiling at how cute you two were. “fucking slut why aren't you wearing underwear.” he whispered in your ear. “you're trying to piss me off right now and im trying to do something nice for you.” he said , you smirked , making him scoff. “keep laughing now.” he said.

“i wanna see you laugh when im stuffing my cock inside of you later and you're begging to let you cum.”

﹙ 𐙚 : sungchan ﹚ .ᐟ

sungchan is a little slow with it; he doesn't even notice that before your date, when you gave him a supposed innocent hug, that you stuffed your panties inside his back pocket. it's just a matter of waiting , and waiting , until he reaches into back pocket to grab his wallet at the end of the date , he feels the fabric in his hand , he pulls it out only to stuff it back in looking at you with wide eyes. “baby?” he leans in. “are you not wearing…” he looks under the table , where your legs are spread open , your bare cunt on display for him. “oh fuck.” he's quickly paying that bill , not even caring about to go boxes or dessert , he's got something sweeter eat right between your legs.

“fuck get in the back seat , i’m not not waiting to wait to take your sweet cunt.”

﹙ 𐙚 : wonbin ﹚ .ᐟ

thinks you're joking when you lean over the table , whispering to him you don't have any panties on; certainly you wouldn't actually dare to not wear panties out in public — his thoughts proven wrong when he looks under the table and your legs are spread open for him to see , your cute pussy already dripping for him , so you know what he does … pays for the bill , grabbing your hand. “come on.” you two don't even make it to the car , before he's pulling you into an alleyway. “bin , let's wait until we get home , this is too open.” he's not listening , thinking with his cock only.

“no baby , you weren't thinking about the public when you were showing me your pussy.”

﹙ 𐙚 : seunghan﹚ .ᐟ

he was just being a good boyfriend; you dropped your fork , he was just going under the table to fetch it for you; only to see your legs spread open — the only thing you hear is his head hitting the table , you let out a giggle , his head resurfacing , smiling as he calmly places the fork on the table. “princess , you being naughty hm? not wearing any panties?” as much as he wants to jump across the table and ravish you , he's so calm; luckily the dinner is finished and he can pay the bills and you two can leave. “what about dessert hannie?”

“we can get it to go baby , i need to feel you around me now.”

﹙ 𐙚 : sohee ﹚ .ᐟ

both of you are on the same freak scale; you knew he'd try and tease you in public , so you wanted to get back at him , you could feel his hand creeping up your skirt , but you had a surprise waiting for him , so you didn't stop him , feeling his hand on your mound , his eyebrows furrowing. “are you?” he ran his finger up your slit. “you're not wearing any panties.” he gasped. “you wouldn't know if your hand wasn't up my skirt you little perv.” he pinched your clit with made you bite down on your fist to conceal a moan. “i bet you you're hard right now.” and you would be correct his cock was begging to be freed. “fuck let's go.” you decided to tease him a little more. “but i want dessert.” you pout.

“fine get your desert , i'm just gonna go under the table and eat mines , i bet she's real sweet for me.”

﹙ 𐙚 : anton﹚ .ᐟ

didn't understand why you would text him; you were right across from him , he answers it anyway , immediately wishing he didn't. “you-you're joking right?” he said looking up at you, his face red. “you're just gonna have to look.” you shrugged , sitting his phone down , lifting up the table cloth , looking under. “son of a bitch.” he whispered to himself. “why don't you have panties on?” his cock hard in his slacks. “baby fuck , i'm so hard right now, we got to leave right now.” you've your boyfriend so eager to leave somewhere so fast. “what about dessert?”

“i will literally order you something as soon as im done fucking you i don't care , we need to leave.”

©LUVYENI translations to other sites prohibited, reblogs are appreciated but not forced !

[clandestineloki]

miguel o'hara x shy crybaby housewife!reader

cw: non-graphic mentions of violence, suggestive bit at the end lmk if u want an nsfw of this!!

ok but imagine shy lil missus o'hara who's a stay at home wife while miguel goes off to either alchemax or to fight some bad guys

and miguel comes home stressed all the time but just a touch of her hand on his shoulder grounds him after all that fighting

and miguel is tired but happy, grateful for his little love taking such good care of him :)) giving you a forehead kiss before he goes off to the bathroom, settling in the perfectly warm bath prepared for him before indulging in his little wife's amazing cooking 

but one night when he comes home a little bit more tense than usual

she's very tense

she's heard him yelling at his subordinates over the phone and yelling at dumb-ass cops who get in the way of him stopping some thief

and while miguel has always been soft and kind and gentle with her, she's scared that she'll accidentally do something wrong :((

so miguel walks past her, exhausted, and almost smiles at the smell of dinner

no forehead kiss for her :(( poor baby

sitting at the dining table head in his hands as he mumbles about not getting the chance to grab a snack, let alone a break in spanish

and she knows he's hungry, but she knows his whole body will be aching if he doesn't take a bath to regulate his body temperature

but poor baby doesn't know how to say it without him possibly snapping at her :((

she's standing on the other side of the table nervously fidgeting with the dish towel and finding the right words to say

"y-you... you gotta t-take a bath f-first..."

miguel sighs into his hands. "i know, but im really hungry, cariño..."

"b-but... if you don't... you'll be s-sore..."

he looks up, brows furrowing. "what?"

he was genuinely confused why you seemed so scared of him, but his voice came out a bit more bluntly than he meant it to.

your eyes widen and you look down. "n-nothing," you mumble, tears beginning to well up in your eyes. "sorry."

"hey, hey, baby..." miguel stands up, walking over to you and pulling you into his arms. "what's wrong? did i say something?"

"no..." you sniffle, "jus thought i made you mad..."

"no, no, no, i'm not mad," he kisses all over u: your teary eyes, your wobbling lips, your forehead, the tip of ur nose

miguel kisses you deeply and then hugs you close to him. "im not mad, i promise. i'm just so so tired and hungry and the food smelled so good i'm gonna die if i don't get to taste it," he whispers, laughing when you giggle at his declaration.

"the bath can wait," he caresses your cheek with his hand.

"b-but you're gonna get cramps tomorrow if-"

he cuts you off with a big smooch to your face. "it doesn't matter. im staying home tomorrow."

"wh-what?!" you look up at him as he sits down, pulling you into his lap. "but you have work- and- and you're spiderman- and-"

he shakes his head, running his fingers through your hair.

"i'm your husband first, and all that other shit second."

miguel sighs, pulling you closer.

"i know i haven't been taking care of you the way i should be."

before you can interject about how he's doing so much already, he presses a finger against your lips.

"ssh. and alchemax and the cops don't really give a shit about me, can probably last every other day without me there. they'd probably have a field day without this jackass there," he chuckles. "but you, baby, i need to return the favor- ah, ah! let me finish, gatita- return the favor for keeping this place a safe space for me."

a kiss here, a kiss there. "entiendes?"

you nod, hugging him. "just glad you're home," you mumble, nuzzling into his neck.

he spends the rest of that hour enjoying the food you made for him while also feeding you and rattling all about the thugs he stopped that day.

then he pulls you into the bath with him, despite your protests, and laughs as he splashes you with the soapy water, making you squeal and threaten to spray him with the shower nozzle

then the two of you dry up and snuggle in bed, not bothering to put on any clothes. miguel smiles down at you and you smile up at him, before he rolls you on your back and crawls over you to make the sweetest yet roughest love to show you just how thankful he is for having a sweet lil thing like u to come home to <3

(part 2 is here~)

[mrsbarnesblog]

Hi girlie! Can you write something about baby daddy Rafe? Set in a FWB universe and reader ends up pregnant because he loves c*ming inside her? Love your works they keep me up at night in the best way 🤭🤍

masterlist

requests are open

word count: 0.9k

warnings: smut at the beginning, unprotected sex, fwb (kinda?)

a/n: hey, love❤️ i wasn't sure whether you wanted them to end up together or not, so i made something in between. i got inspired and wrote another part for this one which i may post later, but i'm open to changing/adding something if y'all have any ideas.

“Rafe… we shouldn’t do this— ah, fuck, please!” You cried out, your back arching from the bed, seeking more attention from his lips to your sensitive nipples. 

“I can’t stop. It’s gonna be okay, just one time, baby.” He grumbled, sucking in your skin. Rafe was pounding into your poor body without any mercy; he was too excited to be bare inside of you for the first time. 

When you came to his place, you two quickly found out that you ran out of condoms that were usually stacked on his bedside table, but you were too far gone to stop it. You were naked, your pussy was leaking with arousal, his dick was so painfully hard and it was hard to think straight. You didn’t want to stop and Rafe managed to convince you to let him fuck you raw. 

You knew how fucking stupid you were and that he might easily get you pregnant, but at that exact moment, the only thing on your mind was the feeling of his bare cock. 

“I’m gonna cum, baby. I wanna cum inside of your pretty pussy. Shit—you're squeezing me so hard, you like this idea, hm?” He kept slapping his hips against yours harder and harder, causing you to moan in despair and grip his shoulders. You tried to say no, but, in all honesty, you didn’t want to. The stretch was so delicious, and the feeling of his cock filling you completely made you feel dizzy. And having him cum inside? You could have an orgasm just thinking about it. 

No more than thirty seconds later, when you finally reached your height, his cock twitched inside and Rafe let out the sexiest moan you’ve ever heard. You felt liquid warmth covering your inside and moaned, squeezing and milking everything he could have you. 

You were playing with fire and it was just a matter of time before everything would go wrong. No matter how stupid and reckless it was, you didn’t stop. Rafe was now obsessed with the feeling of being inside of you without a barrier; he could not help himself when he had you spread out in front of him, ready to be filled. 

It was the best feeling that both of you experienced, but for some reason, you didn’t even try to find another form of contraception. You should have known better. You should have insisted on protection, but there was something intoxicating about the way he took you—the way he groaned your name as he filled you up. It was reckless, dangerous, and oh-so-addictive.

So it was not that big of a surprise when, just two months later, you saw two lines on the test. 

You weren’t dating, even if it has always felt like much more than just sex, so you never expected Rafe to be happy about the possibility of having a baby. You thought he would end everything immediately and simply run away. Yet he was the complete opposite. 

During your pregnancy, Rafe never left your side and made sure to attend every medical appointment, buy every single vitamin and satisfy all of your cravings.

You wanted to eat some weird shit from the store at 2am? He brought it to you in less than twenty minutes. Your body was aching and you didn’t want to do anything? He organised a spa day for you. You had terrible mood swings and cried every ten minutes? He was patient and he did everything he could to make you feel better. 

You quickly fell into that kind of domestic routine. It was comfortable, and it felt right to have him beside you all the time. While your baby was growing inside of you, you both realised more with every passing day that the feelings that you two had were serious. Because you were on each other’s mind’s 24/7, you stayed in yours or his place all the time, and you couldn’t just keep your hands away. 

When Rafe first felt your baby kick, he was over the moon and he had the biggest smile on his face. He repeatedly kissed your belly before falling asleep with his head on your thighs and his hand on your bump. 

As soon as your little girl arrived in the world, Rafe completely fell into daddy mode. He was fussing over her, insisting on spending as much time with her as possible. He never complained when he had to change her diapers or wake up in the middle of the night because of her cries.

He is such a girl dad, and the moment she looked at him with her blue eyes, he was wrapped around her tiny finger. 

Rafe loves being a dad; he loves taking care of his girls, even if you are still not officially his. He makes sure to do everything to make you feel comfortable and give you enough rest. 

He may not be perfect in it, but he’s trying his best and he hasn’t regretted ever getting into this with you. 

[likeafeverrr]

ANYTHING FOR YOU.

WC 1.6k

sim jaeyun x fem!reader

Warnings: smut, thigh riding, family trauma, petnames (baby, love, babygirl...) i think thats everything :3

a/n: first fic up! ts is NAWT proofread so if i made mistakes mb chat! enjoy! i luv jake sm its an issue...

childhood best friend jake whos 2 years older than you but would do absolutely anything and everything to keep you happy and make sure you’re ok

childhood best friend jake who slept over at your house almost every weekend when you were kids so you never felt alone

childhood best friend jake who, even at university, lets you stay in his apartment when things with your parents are too rough

childhood best friend jake who always got gumpy when you called him a puppy (something you’ve been calling him since you were kids), claiming it was too childish (he loves it so much)

childhood best friend jake who lets you stay with him weeks at a time, always cooks for you, helps you with your homework, is your greatest support system

 childhood best friend jake who needs to call you every day you don’t see him, always saying you calm him down after long days of lectures

childhood best friend jake who checked in on your everyday after finding out your parents split, coming over to your mums to help cook dinner and staying the night with you incase you needed to talk or general comfort 

childhood best friend jake who picked you up from your dads house after a huge fight. you called him, scared for your life as he rushed over to make sure you were safe and with him

childhood best friend jake who told off your father, telling him he needs to take care of himself before taking care of you, grabbing your overnight bag and taking you as far away as he could from him

childhood best friend jake who held you so tight as you broke down in his arms, whispering sweet nothings in your ear, running his hand through your hair, letting you know that you were always safe with him and that he would protect you with his life

childhood best friend jake who held you as you drifted off to sleep, fighting his own exhausted to ensure your safety

childhood best friend jake who would organize movie marathons with you to helo you take your mind off everything 

childhood best friend jake who let you lay your back on his chest, his hold tight around your waist as you nuzzle your head into his neck

childhood best friend jake who practically melts when you shove yourself into him, infiltrating his personal bubble (something he only allowed you to do)

“mmph… jake… ‘m tired…” you mumble into him.

jake tilts his head down to look at your sleepy face, smiling to himself.

“yeah? wan’ go to bed, love?” he asks, stroking your hair so the strands dont tangle and stay out of your face.

you nod, shifting until you’re practically straddling him, face buried into the crook of his neck. instinctively he grabs hold of your waist, pulling you closer against his chest.

he carries you to his bed, laying you gently down onto the bed. as he starts to pull back you sit up, grabbing his wrist.

“why are you leaving..?” you ask, rubbing your eye.

jake smiles softly at the act, you’re just too cute when you’re all sleepy and wanting attention.

“gonna go freshen up, love. can’t go to bed feeling gross, yeah?” 

you shake your head, humming sounds of disapproval.

“stay with me, puppy please…” you mumble, tired and desperate for some sort of affection from him.

if possible, jake would melt into a puddle into a puddle right then and there.

“just two minutes, baby. i’ll be right back… promise” he runs his hand through your hair, placing a small a light peck at the top of your head before quickly walking off to the bathroom.

upon his return, he finds you all wrapped up in his blanket. in his bed.

to make matters worse, you were wearing his shirt. you smell like him and it’s driving him absolutely insane. as he slides under the covers, you automatically gravitate towards his body heat, laying your head on his stomach. he reaches for your hair, gripping it and twirling the the soft strands.

“comfy?” he asks, looking down at you.

you nod, humming.

he chuckles at your tired state, letting his eyes flutter closed. however, he feels you pull back, the spot on his stomach where your head once was now cold and empty.

his eyes open again and he finds you shifting in bed. “something wrong, baby?” he asks softly.

you shake your head. “wan’ get closer, puppy” 

there it is again. fuck he loves it when you call him that.

you end up laying directly on top of him, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist as your head buried as deep into his neck as it possibly could be.

he loves having you close, loves having you against him like this. he loves that you’re comfortable with him. he loves that he can be there for you, loves taking care of you no matter what you need.

so the moment he hears you say his name in your sleep, alarms begin going off in his head.

“love..?” he whispers as he hears your stirring in your sleep on top of him.

you don’t respond, just say his name once more. this time it’s louder, needier.

he shifts again to get a better look of your face. your eyebrows are furrows, your hand is gripping his tank top for dear life. both your legs are wrapped around one of his. 

his grip on your waist tightens as he notices your hips begin to rock against his thigh. 

he lets out a low groan. he has to wake you up. he needs you to see how insane you drive him.

he pecks the top of your head, then your temple, then the apple of your cheek, the the corner of your mouth. 

“baby wake up..” he whispers.

you stir again, fuck he needs you awake.

“baby… c’mon wake up…” he says once more, kissing your ear lobe before nipping it slightly.

“jake…?” you say, voice laced with pure exhaustion.

jake sighs, cupping your face with his hand as he rubs the skin slightly with his thumb.

“y’said my name baby… in your sleep…”

you push yourself off him slightly, looking down at him.

“i.. i did..?” you ask. he nods, tucking your hair behind your ears.

“need some help?” there’s no push to his voice, just pure, undying affection he has for you. he wants to take care of you. whatever you need, he will always make sure it gets done and that you’re happy. if his poor, sleepy girl is all desperate and needy for him, who is he to say no?

you nod, tucking your head away in shame. 

“no need to be shy, baby… just do what you need and i’ll help you, sound good?” he says, so stable, so sure.

you nod again, he grabs you tightly as he pushes himself up to lean on the headboard. you keep your head buried in the crook of his neck as he grips your waist. 

“you wan’ ride my thigh, love?” he whispers, his breath hot against your ear. you mumble a small ‘yes’ into his neck. 

“do what you need to babygirl, ‘m right here…” he reassures. 

with that, you begin to move your hips against his thigh. he coos as you let out small, tired whimpers. jake strokes your hair as he places wet, open mouthed kissed in your collard bone. 

the more friction you search for, the needier your get. he guides your hips against him as you grip out his shirt, whimpering his name as if it’s some sacred prayer. 

jake shushes you. “doin’ so good baby, so so good… so good f’me…” 

you whine at his words, grinding further into the soft fabric of his sweat pants. you need more, so so much more.

your grip on your tank top tightens as you pick up the pace, your whimpering becoming shameless moans. jake’s hands on your waist begin to venture elsewhere. they move under your shirt, palming at your breasts as the other toys with one of your nipples.

you feel the knot in your stomach tightening, your hips twitching in response.

jake notices, smirking wide. 

“you gon’ cum f’me baby? gonna make a mess all over me? hm?” 

you nod rapidly, your body practically shaking as your approach your climax. one of jakes hands returns to your hips, helping you keep a steady pace against his thigh. the other ventures down and under the thin fabric of your panties. he rubs your clit mercilessly as your yell out his name.

“s’too much! puppy t-too much…” you whimper.

he’s rock hard at this point. his poor, needy girl coming undone all over his thigh. he’s practically in heaven. 

“you can take it baby…. i know you can… you wanna come babygirl?”

you nod, moaning his name out.

“come undone, love. come undone all over me…” he groans.

as you reach your climax, you moan his name one more time. sinful but fucking beautiful. 

you’re shaking, gripping his shirt so hard your knuckles have lost all its colour. he helps your ride our your high, both hands on your hips, helping you slowly rock back and forth on him.

“feel better babygirl?” he asks, nipping at your ear. you nod, arms wrapped around his neck as you bring your body closer to him. 

he lays you down beside him, quickly grabbing a warm washcloth to clean you up. he rids himself of his, now stained, sweat pants and pulls you flush against his chest.

you hum as he pulls you closer. if you weren’t as tired, he would definitely have prolonged whatever just happened between you two.

as you slowly drift off to sleep, he leans back down towards your ear.

“next time, you’ll ride my cock instead of my thigh… m’kay baby..?”