#he straight up went 'so ya can i just have one' as he's packing

[dxvidtennxnt]

thinking abt how I really gave one of my joints to my lil bro for him & his friends to share in vegas.... i'm fukin different on a t-break

#like????? #that is so out of pocket for me who am i #he straight up went 'so ya can i just have one' as he's packing #and i'm like '....yea sure have fun' #I DESERVE BIG SISTER POINTS FOR THIS SURELY #LIKE THIS IS AN EXAMPLE OF WILL POWER IS IT NOT #(anyway im looking at my 3-pack with 1 and a half joints left..... on a saturday night.....) #anyway whoever said t-breaks work fuk u- it does. and i hate it. #sorry y'all lemme just rant about my smoking weekend woes rq LMAOOO #jenn's personal log

[celtic-crossbow]

Blood Ties Chapter 2

Series Masterlist

Chapter Warnings: Typical TWD violence and gore

Moodboard by @dannyo000 💙

You were doing up the buttons on your flannel when you heard Daryl grumbling behind you. 

“I hate rubbers.”

You chuckled, putting your hands on the nape of your neck and pushing outward to coax your hair out of the shirt. The man had done as you asked all those weeks ago, returning to the next meetup with condoms in hand. You had left it up to him to dispose of them afterward, earning an amusing curl of his lip. 

“So,” you began, plopping down on the ground, “guess what.”

Daryl zipped up his own pack and shrugged it over his shoulders, raising a brow at you with his usual expression of indifference. “We gonna start cuddlin’ after too?”

“Shut up. It’s not just every day conversation, asshole. I’m late.”

“Ya got a curfew now?” He scoffed, snatching his crossbow up off the ground to slide the strap over his right shoulder. 

“No, idiot. I mean, my period is late.”

“How ya even keep up with that now?” He was still standing, fingers of his left hand tapping nervously against his hip while he chewed on the skin of his right thumb. Uncomfortable again. 

“I always kept a little date book in my bag before things went to shit. Just started marking off days when we came up here. Hoping this would all end and life could go back to—well, being life.” You picked up a twig and started breaking small sections off, not really wanting to look at him. “I’m 6 days late, which is pretty odd for me.”

“I don’t need the details. D’ya need a test or somethin’?”

“I will if it doesn’t come soon, yeah.” You tossed the stick down and got to your feet, dusting off your hands on your thighs. “Probably should do it next week if it’s still not happening.”

The man was a ball of anxiety, fidgeting and shifting his weight from foot to foot. You watched him warily, waiting for him to bolt and that would be that. If you were pregnant, you’d be in it alone.

“I’ll make a run an’ see if I can find one.” He finally said after a few minutes of unnerving silence, shouldering his string of squirrels. You blinked at him, eyes as big as saucers. “What? Said we’d deal with it an’ I meant it.”

“I’ll go with you then.” 

“Nah, I got it. Just bring it next week.” He sniffed, looking down at his boots as he kicked at the ground. “Ain’t no reason for ya to go out in that mess.”

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re being protective.”

He scoffed, scrunching his nose in a way you could almost say was adorable. “Just don’t need ya trippin’ me up.”

Pursing your lips, you crossed your arms over your chest, deciding whether or not to argue with him. It was something that involved the both of you. You’d feel horrible if something happened to him while he was trying to take care of it alone. And you’d never know. He’d just never show up again, leaving you to wonder if he had simply bailed or—

“I’m going too.”

“No, ya ain’t.” He snapped while you picked up your rifle and the three rabbits you’d bagged. You started walking, leaving him trailing behind you with his stomping feet and flared nostrils. “Ya ain’t goin’!”

“You gonna stop me?” You asked, not missing a step. You heard him pause before his boots moved faster to catch back up with you. “I’m a big girl, Dixon. I can handle myself.” 

“Fine. Whatever.”

You only encountered two geeks at the base of the mountain. Daryl took out one with a bolt between the eyes while you handled the other with your hunting knife. His scowl was thoroughly in place by the time you were cleaning the dark blood from the blade with the bottom of your shirt. He didn’t say a word but he didn’t have to. You knew it was because you had to get close to the corpse to kill it. You couldn’t risk firing your gun when so many others could close by. 

The two of you were crouched in the bushes, the pharmacy across the street in the little town in clear view. Three geeks shuffled aimlessly in different directions, making it difficult to find a way straight through. 

“Maybe one of us could distract them?” You suggested. “I could go out over there, make some noise and draw them off while you go inside.” You looked over to find him staring at you like you’d sprouted a second head. “What?”

“You’re the one that knows whatcha need in there. I’ll handle the geeks.”

You really couldn’t argue with that. There were so many different tests for pregnancy, ovulation, and other things, Daryl would probably bring out the entire shelf and still not have what you needed. With a nod, you watched him make his way down the ditch, staying low. His eyes met yours briefly and, with a jerky nod, he left the cover of the foliage and whistled, waving his arms. 

You waited for an opening, nearly leaping out before two more corpses stumbled from the alley next to the pharmacy. “Fuck.” Daryl was going to be sorely outnumbered. Something in your gut twisted, the strong urge to stay and help the redneck, ensure he was safe, before you entered the pharmacy. He’d have your head if you dared. With another curse, you left your hiding place and dashed across the street, your steps that of a hunter—swift and silent. 

The pharmacy was blessedly clear, a few geeks sprawled out between aisles, clean holes in their skulls. Daryl had been there before. “So, this is where you got the condoms. You reckless son of a bitch.” You smirked, the knowledge that fucking you was enough fun to have him scurrying down the mountain for the means to continue. 

You grabbed two of each kind of test, deeming labels and specifications unnecessary when Daryl was outside fighting the undead to keep them off your back. The boxes were quickly shoved into your bag, and you were creeping back toward the door. Just as your hand touched the glass, a geek stumbled by. You quickly ducked and moved to the side, peeking around the magazine stand to ensure it had passed before you pushed the door open. 

There were at least 7 of them on the far end of the street, walking toward nothing you could see. Where was Daryl? You barely lifted a foot to step off the curb when an arm snaked around your waist and a hand clamped down over your mouth. 

“S’me. S’just me.” Daryl whispered against your ear. Wrapping your fingers around his wrist, you forced his hand away from your face and spun around to give him a shove. 

“You scared the shit out of me!” You whisper-yelled. 

“Got whatcha need?” He was already ushering you toward the trees across the street. You gave a sharp nod and ducked into the bushes, finally releasing a breath when you could look back and no longer see any trace of the town. 

“Well, that was fun.” 

Daryl snorted beside you, adjusting the strap of his crossbow on his shoulder. Once your heart rate slowed, you were able to settle back into your appreciation for the forest. So far, the turn had been unable to strip that away from you. The wildlife continued to flourish, seeing no difference between the dead and the living. Plants would grow. Flowers would bloom. Seasons would change. 

In some ways, life would go on. 

“Y/N.”

“Yeah?” You turned to find Daryl facing away from you. With a quick look around, you realized how long the two of you had really been walking. It was time to part ways. “Oh. Right. Heading back now?” 

“Nah. Gonna see if I can bag a deer. So, ‘nother day or two.” He was gnawing at his thumb again. 

“Right. Well. Three days, midday?” He nodded his agreement, those blue eyes of his flitting to your pack and back to you. You smiled through a strange feeling, pushing it down as he started to walk away. “See you then.”

“See ya.”

“Hey, daddy.” You smiled, finding your father sitting by the small fire when you parted the last bit of foliage to enter the camp. 

“Peanut, you’re back late. I was gettin’ worried!” He shifted in his wheelchair to sit straighter, smile wide and arms open. You leaned in for his offered hug, holding up the rabbits when you separated. 

“Got some meat for tomorrow.” You smiled for only a moment before looking around for the rest of your family. “Did they seriously leave you out here alone?”

“I’m fine, darlin’. Told ‘em to go on to bed and that I’d rather wait up for you.”

You gave him a pointed look, laying the rabbits aside to prep later. “Well, I’m here now. You should get some sleep.” 

“It’s early yet. Tell me how it was out there.”

You sat down in one of the fold-out chairs, toeing at the rocks surrounding the small fire. “It’s quiet. It’s always quiet.”

“You see any of ‘em?” He asked, a hint of concern in his tone. You shook your head. “I worry about you going out all alone.”

“I can handle myself, daddy.”

“I know you can, peanut. I just—wish you didn’t have to. It’s a parent’s job to worry about their kids, you know.” He smiled and you couldn’t help but smile back. 

“You’re gonna give yourself gray hair with all the worrying. Oh shit, I think I see some from all the way over here!” You laughed with him for a while longer before the fire burned out and the camp was dark. 

You bolted upright in your sleeping bag, still groggy and not really remembering why it was you were awake in the first place. Rubbing your eyes, you sat there for a moment before deeming it time to get the day started. The sun was barely up but your uncles were already stirring if the sounds outside the tent were anything to go by. Your aunt had taken watch several hours earlier so she’d probably be sleeping now. 

Scratching at your scalp with a yawn, you glanced over at your open pack, the top corner of a box peeking out from beneath your jacket. You sighed, knowing you would need to take the test. You still hadn’t bled and you’d be meeting Daryl the next day. You groaned and grabbed your clothes, slipping on everything haphazardly while your uncles banged and clanged on everything they possibly could outside. Shrugging on your jacket, you unzipped the tent. 

“Jesus, some of us are still half asleep! Uncle James, could you put on some coffee for daddy before—”

Just as you began to crawl from your tent, a geek came barging in, teeth clicking and rotting fingers grabbing. You screamed and scrambled backwards, kicking at the corpse while your hand searched blindly for your knife. Another clumsily shoved its way inside, pinning one of your legs and leaving you just far enough from your weapon that your fingertips brushed the handle. 

Somewhere outside, your father was screaming. 

Chapter 3

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[camryn-haitani]

𝙈𝙊𝙉𝙀𝙔, 𝙈𝙊𝙉𝙀𝙔, 𝙈𝙊𝙉𝙀𝙔

Sugar daddy! Kokonoi Hajime x reader

inspired by: "money, money, money" by ABBA

Koko is bored with nothing to do, until he saw you. you were working at the bar bonten owned and he overheard you talking about your money issues. he's got money to throw around, so what the hell, why not?

TW: SMUT, cursing, sugar daddy Koko, p in v sex, unprotected sex, teasing, daddy calling, fingering (fem receiving), praising, pet names, marijuana use, gun, mentions of murder

Koko walks around the penthouse he bought for all of the bonten executives, bored out of his goddamn mind. he grabs his keys to one of his many cars.

"the hell you going?" takeomi asks as his head leans off the couch, cigarette hanging from his lips.

"out and away from y'all." he slams the door.

the drive there was only getting on Koko's nerves even more. dumbasses not using their blinker, cutting him off, you get the jist.

he parks his car and throws the keys at the valet.

he takes out his gun and points it at him secretly, "get any scratch on my car, and that's how many bullets I put in you." he says lowly.

"yes, sir!" he nods. Koko walks in and sits at the bar and waits.

you see him sitting at the bar and you start panicking.

‘shit! that's Kokonoi Hajime. calm down y/n, don't piss him off, he already looks mad.’ the thoughts ran through your head.

“hello Mr. Kokonoi, is there anything I can get you?” you sweetly say. your whole body is on fire, scared he might kill you where you stand.

“whiskey.”

“yes sir.” you turn to make his drink.

“here you are. one whiskey.” you set his drink down and you hear your phone start to ring.

“I'm sorry, I'll be right back.” you go to the back so you at least have a little bit of privacy.

“hello?”

“y-yes, sir.”

“you know exactly who this is, y/n. don't act stupid”

“please I just need a little more time. my landlord raised my rent.”

“well?! where's my fuckin money?”

the dial tone rang through your ears. you never noticed the tears streaming down your skin till you look at the black screen of your phone. you fix your face and wipe away your salty tears. you walk back to the bar and see he's finished his drink.

“I don't give two fucks. you better have my money by the end of the week or you're as good as dead.”

“would you like another drink, Mr. Kokonoi?”

he said nothing. just stared at you, memorizing your features. he gets up from his seat and leans over the bar, inches from your face and your nose almost touching his.

“sir? may I help you.” you don't pull away, scared shitless.

“how much do I owe you?” he calmly asks.

“nothing, sir. I would never make you pay in your own establishment.” you say breathlessly.

“that's not what I asked. how much do I owe you?” emphasis on each word.

“$8, sir”

“how about $8,000?” he slides his rolled up bills to you.

“I can't possibly accept this. like I said, I won't make you pay in your own place.” your hands in a surrender position by your chest.

“come on, sweetheart. be a doll and take it.” he puts the bills in your hand. “and call me Kokonoi, I have a feeling I'll be back soon.” he backs away and leaves.

those names went straight to your core. you swallow the lump in your throat as you pack up from your shift that just ended.

Koko could not get you off of his mind, especially the phone call he overheard. he has a unknown dying need to help you, but how?

that's it. he's got money to throw around and he doesn't have anything to pay anyone. he decided to visit you again tomorrow.

Koko left at the same time as last night but Sanzu was on the couch instead.

next day

“where ya goin, Koko?” he asks as he pops a pill in his mouth.

“bar.” was all he said before walking out.

“well, damn. bye.” he waves his hand.

thank the gods you were working again tonight. he turns off his car and tossed the keys at the valet like yesterday. the valet boy nods already knowing the consequences and parks his car.

Koko say in the same spot and waited for you.

“oh hello, Mr. Kokonoi. same as yesterday?” you ask while drying a clean glass.

“no, I'm less stressed than I was yesterday. I'll get a cosmopolitan.”

“you got it, sir.”

“I told you to call me Kokonoi.” he says teasingly.

“I'm sorry, it feels weird calling my boss's name so casually.” you slide the glass to him.

he sips on his drink and rests his chin on his palm. “y/n, was it?”

“yes, sir.” you put up another glass.

“not to eavesdrop but I overheard your lil phone call.” he stirs his drink.

“i- I'm sorry, sir. I got into some trouble with money and I turned to loan sharks which was a horrible idea.” you try and defend yourself.

“mhm.”

“a-and I'm trying to pick up extra shifts a-and..”

“I have a deal for you.” he looks up at you.

“sir with all due respect, a deal is how I got into this situation.” you try and lighten up.

“that's why I'm proposing this deal, y/n. I give you all the money, gifts, and anything your heart desires.” he pauses. he leans over the bar like last time and gets inches away from you. “in return, you give me yourself. your body, your heart, your everything.”

“so…” you lightly laugh, “you'll be my sugar daddy?” you awkwardly smile.

“you could say that. so?” Koko asks.

you look at his eyes, then his lips. his eyeliner so perfectly done, his hair resembles fresh fallen snow, his bonten tattoo place strategically in the lines of his hair. you look back into his eyes to give him your answer.

“deal.” you nod. he closed that gap between you two to give you a quick kiss.

“I'll have my men come here and get you, along with your things.” he turns to leave.

you stand there wondering what the fuck just happened.

since you worked the night shift, you slept practically all day. you picked up an extra shift that started in about an hour in a half. you get up and put on your work clothes and start walking to your job.

as soon as you clock in, two big ass men came up to the bar.

“are you y/n l/n?” the one on the right asks.

“yes sir.” you say.

‘this must be the loan sharks guys.’ I sigh as I accept my fate.

“come with us.” they turn around and you see at least two guns strapped to their backs. you pack your things and follow them out.

they bring you to their car and don't say a single word to you.

when you reach their destination, they open your door for you. you're wondering as to why they would do that when your about to be killed. they lead you inside and take you to the elevator.

once you reach the floor, you follow the men. one of the guys gave 3 knocks an office door.

“come in.” was heard from behind the door.

you walk in, “oh, Mr. Kokonoi.” you let out a breath you were unknowingly holding.

“you seemed relieved to see me.” he chuckles.

“I'm not gonna lie, I thought the men were sent by the loan shark to come kill me.” you laugh to try and relieve some of the tension.

“no, my dear. quite the opposite. I do have something for you to sign, though.” he slides a piece of paper to you. “what is it .” you ask.

you can only nod as your hand trembles to grab a pen. he picks his blunt back up and puts it to his lips, inhaling the contents. he waits for you to sign your name as he blows the smoke in your face.

“just a little contract. you know, to ensure that you're mine and only mine.” his eyes grew dark.

you put the pen down and look at him. he sees your signature and smiles. Koko gestures his hand to you, signaling for you to come here. you get up from the chair and walk over to him. he grabs your wrists and pulls you down in his lap.

“I'm gonna have so much fun with you, doll. you have no idea.” he whispers in your neck. your breath hitches as his lips are attached to your neck. you tilt your head up to give him more room.

his hands roam to your ass, hands never leaving your body. the red in his eyes and his pupils are addicting to look at, especially in this light. Kokonoi brings one of his hands back to your front and down to your pants. he skillfully unbuttons your jeans with one hand and unzips them.

“aww, is my baby already wet for me?” he asks as his two middle fingers graze the bottom of your panties. you can only nod at his words, your mind still in shock that this is actually happening. he slips his fingers in with such ease that he laughs at you. you whine at him as the feeling overtakes your body.

his fingers move at such a fast pace, your mind can't keep up. next thing you know, you're cumming all over his fingers.

“such a good girl for me, for daddy, right?” his tongue wrapped around his cum covered fingers, waiting for your response. “mhm such a good girl for you, daddy.” he swears he can cum just from you calling him that.

his thumb lazily circles your clit as he watches you twist and contort above him. “you're gonna have to earn your next orgasm, mkay?” strings of “yes”’s spill from your pretty lips. “sit still and sound pretty for me. I hope you can do that.” he tease. “I can, I can. mhm.”

Kokonoi kisses down your neck, chest, and anywhere he can get his lips on all while he slowly plays with your clit. “I think you deserve a reward since you were such a good girl for me.” he goes back to you neck. “but, you have to get my cock out for me, pretty thing.” only nods came from you as you slightly pick yourself up to free his aching cock.

your eyes look down at him. “don't worry, baby. I'll help you, I know it's a lot for a small thing like you.” Koko teases your nipples through your shirt. you swallow hard and nod, setting yourself back down and letting his tip hit your hole.

his head tilts back as he feels your juices slide down his length. Kokonoi rubs your clit as you sink down onto him. he praises you the entire time until your reach his hips. your legs are trembling from him, so he picks you up and lays you on his desk. “how's that, princess?” “better.”

he slowly slides in and out until the pain turns into pleasure for you. you grip onto his pearly white hair and bring him in for a sloppy kiss, hoping to distract you from his impressive length.

your whines get higher with every push he does. Koko knows you're getting close so he speeds up his movement. he's hitting your sweet spot every fuckin time he snaps his hips into you.

“I know you're close, darling, let it all out for me.” he coos. tears prick your eyes as you ride both of your highs.

your breathing gets stable and Koko gave you some extra clothes to change into while his men get your clothes from your place.

“what's the name of that loan shark you got money from?” “uhm, (random ass name). why?” you ask.

“so I can kill him for threatening my baby.”

#Tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #kokonoi hajime x reader #kokonoi hajime #kokonoi x reader #Tokyo revengers Kokonoi #x reader #tokyo revengers smut #Tokyo revengers x reader smut #x you #smut

[meatonfork]

Can I request the team maybe finding out grim hordes cute stuff?. Maybe something like plushies or even Sanrio stuff. They might be kinda embarrassed by it since their technically a young adult in the military who’s killed countless people but still collects cute stuff and guards it like a dragon.

Hoarder

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pairings: platonic 141 x grim

warnings: none, grim being shy

summary: the team finds out grim hoards

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you knew you shouldn’t be embarrassed by this. it was nothing compared to your job. but, you just couldn’t help it. it truly caused you to cave in on yourself.

you had been on a solo mission. just some quick intel gathering. it went fairly smoothly, and you were back at base in no time.

you were awfully tired, though. ready to crash in your bed, and sleep the next day away.

all you wanted to do was cuddle up with your stuffed animals, and get some well deserved sleep.

but, there was a change in plans. you had stopped by the commons to say goodnight to your team, but the sight you saw made you pause in your steps.

your duffel bag slipped from your hands as they came to cover your mouth in shock.

a bright red dusted your features, ears a stark pink.

“oh- hey guys, haha” your voice was sheepish, a small, uneasy smile on your face.

“what’s going on..?”

“grim. why the hell do you have all these stuffed animals? they cover the whole couch!” gaz’s voice was higher pitched, an effort not to laugh straight in your face.

the guys, save from ghost, had amusement dancing on their features.

“no, because this is really embarrassing. you weren’t supposed to know. how did you even find them?” you shrieked. you rushed forward to try to scoop them all up, but there were just too many. some fell to the floor, right out of your arms.

the bun your hair was in started to come lose from your frantic efforts.

“grim, you’re an adult. why do you have them?” price almost sounded disappointed, but he was too busy laughing to actually play the part of disappointed dad.

“look, this is embarrassing. i’m killer. but i can’t help it! they’re so cute! i get them when we go on missions. just- stuff ‘em in my pack.” you made a stuffing motion with your hand.

“now, will you please help me take these back to my room?”

ghost stepped forward, grabbing a small black cat plushie, and squeezed it lightly, “i like this one..”

“oh! yeah, keep it!” you beamed up at him.

“aye, i wan’ one!” soap rushed forward, gaz right behind him.

they helped you put them back, soap and gaz grabbing their favorite ones.

you finally relaxed, laid out on all your stupid little stuffed animals. you reached over and grabbed a little otter. his face was so fluffy.

you purses your lips. you gave a small hum.

“price never got one…”

you jumped out of bed, otter in hand, and made your way to price’s office.

price was sat at his desk, head in hand, filling out paperwork. a soft knock rang out.

“yeah, come in!”

the door opened softly, your face peaking through the slight opening.

“hey, cap. can i come sit?” your voice was soft. the faint smell of a cherry vanilla cigar danced around the room.

“‘course.”

“i brought you this! you never got one. didn’t want you to feel left out or anything… he kinda looks like ya. the eyes, man. it’s definitely the eyes.” you let out a huff of laughter.

you stuck your hand out, the otter looking back up at price.

his soft eyes looked from the small plush otter, and back up to you.

his hand went out and grabbed the stuffed animal.

“huh. i guess it kinda does look like me. thanks kid.” his head turned back up to you, a kind smile on his face.

“yeah. of course! no problem, cap. i’ll see you tomorrow.” you make your way to the door.

“hey, kid.”

your hand paused on the door, half way out of the room already, “yeah?”

“sleep well, yeah?”

you nod, “yeah.”

you give a smile, and made your way to bed.

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a/n: thank you for reading, stinks <3

#grim au #john price #kyle gaz garrick #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #soap cod #ghost #john price x reader #john soap mactavish x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #soap #soap x reader #ghost x reader #cod #cod mw2 imagine #cod mw22 #ghost cod #cod mw2 #cod x reader #141 x reader #task force 141 #grim is a baby #real

[ladykailitha]

Across a Crowded Room Part 4

Just one more chapter after this and I've decided to release a chapter a week for a story and post a different story each day of the week except Wednesdays (it's too hard to post on that day because of WIP Wednesday, it's overwhelming).

In this one we have Wayne being wise, Eddie picking the perfect thing to cheer Steve up and just being cuties, and Robin figures out her housing problem.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

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Eddie went back to his hotel and stewed about it for awhile. He knew Nancy was rough around the edges. That was what he loved most about her. She smart and funny and yeah, if Eddie had been straight and she hadn’t been with Jonathan he would have tried for a relationship with her.

But now, knowing what he did, all he could taste was bile. He knew he could call her up, bitch her out, never speak to her again. And even though Steve didn’t tell him he couldn’t flip out on her tonight, it was advice he was going to take anyway.

Plus, it may have only been 8pm here, it was nine where she was and he knew she went to bed early so she could be up at four to write.

He went out to a gas station to get a pack of cigarettes and some beer. It was going to be long night and he need to relax.

When he got back to the hotel, he stood out in front and lit a cigarette. He called the one person who could make sense of everything that happened tonight.

Wayne.

“Hey, kiddo,” Wayne greeted. “How goes things with your boy?”

Eddie let out a shuddering sigh. “Have you ever been so wrong about something that what you thought was a mole hill turned out to be the tip of an active volcano? Like you have this friend that had rough break up, but you got to be real good friends with the ex so you just kept telling the friend to get over it and move on. Only to find out she cheated on him and lied about it?”

“Oh Ed.”

Wayne had met Nancy and liked her well enough. She was smart and tenacious but she had this coldness to her that rubbed him the wrong way. But Eddie really liked her so he never said anything.

“Is Steve okay?” he asked.

He told Wayne everything that happened earlier.

“Steve is being a fucking saint about the whole thing,” Eddie barked bitterly. “And now I just want to call her and yell at her. Like how could she continue to hurt Steve that way? Because she had to know it was, right?”

Wayne hummed his agreement. “What are you going to do about it?”

“I’m going to wait a couple of days to calm down before calling her,” Eddie said after taking a drag from his cigarette. “Might even wait until I get back to LA, because I don’t want her cloud hanging over Steve and me.”

“Sounds about right,” Wayne said. “I didn’t know she cheated on him, but always thought that how quickly she moved on was a little suspicious.”

Eddie frowned. “What do you mean?”

“They break up and two days later she’s with Jonathan?” Wayne said. “Come on, son, you don’t stop to wonder about that?”

Eddie ducked his head in shame. “She always said that it was a mutual understanding between her and Steve that since she was in love with Jonathan, she should be with him.”

“Ah.”

The story had always been that Steve broke up with her and told her to be with Jonathan because she clearly loved him. But in light of her cheating on Steve, he doubted the conversation was as cut and dried as all that.

“I just feel like I’ve let Steve down after all these years because I never asked him what his side of the story was, you know?”

“I can understand that,” Wayne said. “But follow his lead on this. Don’t beat yourself up for something if he’s truly moved on, alright?”

“Yeah...” he breathed out and all the tension and worry just flowed out his body. “I think I’m just going to have a couple of beers and go to bed.”

“You take care now, ya hear?” Wayne said.

“You, too.”

Eddie hung up and finished his cigarette. He tossed the butt in the appropriate ashtray and went up to his room to crack a couple of beers. As he opened his door, he got a photo from Steve.

It was of him curled up on the sofa with a large blanket and a tub of ice cream. Eddie smiled down at the image. He pressed and held on the imaged and gave it a heart.

-Love you, baby. Take care yourself and we’ll meet up tomorrow.

-Love you too sunshine.

Eddie gulped down the hard lump that had formed in his throat. God did him love this man.

He got into his pjs and sat down on the bed, legs stretched out. He pulled out his phone to plug it in to charge, and looked at it a moment.

He wasn’t going to call Nancy. He had already made that decision. But there was one more person he could talk to.

Jonathan. Maybe he had some insights to all of this that the rest of them just didn’t.

After a good conversation with Jonathan, he hung up feeling a little better about the whole thing.

Then he settled down to read. He had this book that he had been trying to read for the last couple weeks, so he pulled it out to read it. There was a Netflix show about it that he moderately liked and wondered if the source material was any better.

He looked up at the clock on the wall with a frown. He hadn’t gotten too far into the book, but it was already after one.

Sighing, he put the book down and sent a message to Steve to tell him good night, like he had the night before.

Eddie wasn’t expecting a message back, but he got one anyway.

-:*

He shook his head and got under the covers, letting himself drift off.

****

Steve woke up early the next morning and stretched. He felt a billion times better from his quiet night in. He loved Robin and Eddie. They were his best friends for a reason. But they were loud and over the top. Hell, that was why Steve was so in love with Eddie. But he needed soft last night and he could get that better on his own.

Not that Eddie couldn’t be soft!

He didn’t want to suggest otherwise, but he needed the time to decide what he really wanted with Eddie. They had gone from friends that only talked on the phone and barely visited each other to a relationship and sex in zero to sixty.

And as crazy as it all was, Steve was even more invested in going all in with him.

Because he respected Steve’s wishes. Because he sincerely apologized. Because he felt like shit about it. They could have not believed him. Blown him off, telling him it was years ago. Him and Robin both.

But they didn’t.

He had barely turned on the coffee machine when his phone rang.

“Ello mellow,” he greeted absently.

“Steve!” Robin cried. “You’ll never guess what happened last night?”

Steve chuckled. “Yeah?”

“I was talking to Kendra and she has this cousin who’s moving out to New York next week to do ballet and while her parents bought the apartment outright want her to take a roommate to help with the utilities and shit. So we called her and talked. And now I have place to stay, stay and I don’t need to crash on Nancy’s couch. Hell, I don’t even have to tell her about what happened between you and her and I can just phase her out of my life. Isn’t that amazing?!”

She hadn’t even taken a breath throughout the whole speech.

Steve laughed. “That does sound amazing. What’s her name?”

“Chrissy Cunningham,” Robin said. “Steve, she’s like gorgeous and a ballerina and funny and I’m going to die but I’m going to die happy about it.”

“I’m happy for you, Robs,” he said. “You call Nancy yet?”

“No,” she replied grumpily. “I wanted to talk to my bestie first.”

Steve chuckled. “Bestie informed. Now go tell her of your changed plans.”

“Love you, dingus!” she said with a kissy noise. “Call you back soon!”

Steve stared at his phone for a moment or two in just sheer awe. Like if Eddie hadn’t gotten the record deal out here, none of this would have happened.

It probably would still turned out all right, but now things were going great.

He got his coffee and made him a bow of cereal. He was going to have to go grocery shopping. He was a little lower on things than he thought he was.

He had finished rinsing out his bowl when he got a call from Eddie.

“Morning, babe,” he said softly. Fondly.

“My glorious Stevie!” Eddie greeted back. “I have decided that because yesterday was shit, we are going to the zoo today.”

Steve blinked. He didn’t think he’d ever been to the zoo out here in Chicago. “Sounds like fun. Should we make a picnic out of it?”

“Yes!” Eddie cried. “That’s perfect. I get the drinks and sides and you bring the sandwiches?”

“Sounds good,” Steve said. “The best supermarket is on...” he listed the address and texted it to him. “Why don’t we meet there in an hour and do our shopping together.”

“Yay!”

“See you then, Eds.”

“Bye, honey!”

Steve did the sniff test and decided he’d shower when he got home. He was about to smear sunscreen all over himself and figured it would be easier to get just one shower today.

He went to the cupboard and pulled out their sunscreen. Robin being the cute freckled thing that she was burned in sixty two degree weather in severe overcast wearing a large hat and covering up the rest of her so he had the good stuff.

He checked his balance and satisfied he had enough for the zoo and groceries, he went and got dressed, applying the sunscreen under his clothes for maximum effectiveness.

Steve grabbed his keys and wallet and locked up.

****

Eddie found the place easy enough. The problem was that he arrived twenty minutes before he said he would meet Steve. So he left early to make sure he could find the place and not leave Steve waiting, so sue him.

He was finishing his second cigarette when Steve pulled up next to him and hopped out.

“I hope you haven’t been waiting long,” Steve said with a smile.

Eddie pulled him in close. “Just a few years, but that’s okay. I’d wait forever if it meant I would get you in the end.”

“Sap!” Steve teased, but he threw his arms around Eddie’s neck and kissed him deeply. “You don’t have to wait anymore, sunshine. I’m in it for as long you want me.”

Eddie’s smile was bright. “Mmk.”

They walked into grocery store and got a cart. Steve pulled out his phone and got the stuff on his list. Then they got the stuff for their picnic.

“I’d make my potato salad if I had the time,” Steve lamented when Eddie threw in a tub of the store bought.

“You have a potato salad recipe?” Eddie cackled. “Is it yours or Claudia’s?”

Steve clutched his chest and placed the back of his hand on his forehead. “I’m wounded to think that I would steal Claudia Henderson’s potato salad recipe! She uses Miracle Whip, the heathen!”

Eddie threw his head back and laughed. “There is nothing wrong with Miracle Whip, babe.”

“I like to add my own seasoning and that stuff throws off the whole balance!” Steve protested.

Eddie kissed his cheek. “If you say so, Stevie.”

Steve blushed and they finished their shopping.

They went back to Steve’s so that they could put away his groceries and make the sandwiches.

They stood side by side as they made their sandwiches. Then they packed the cooler.

Steve bullied Eddie into putting on sunscreen by telling him that he need to strip for it.

Eddie was naked in no time at all and moaned the injustice of it all when Steve told him he already had some on.

They loaded everything into Eddie’s rental and sent off for the Chicago zoo.

Eddie was most excited to see the primate enclosure, while Steve wanted to see the wild cats. He couldn’t call them ‘big’ cats because the African Blackfoot was the size of house kitten. And that wasn’t included the manuls. Or Pallas’ cat. Grumpy faces, short little legs, and fluffy as hell.

Eddie pointed to one of the manul kittens. “That one looks like Dustin!” he cackled.

Steve laughed. “It really does!” He pulled out his phone and snapped a picture.

He sent it to Dustin with tag, “I didn’t know you were at the Zoo today!”

The response he got back was a single eye roll emoji.

“You know,” Eddie said looking over Steve’s shoulder, “I swear that butthead has gotten less fun over the years.”

“I know, right?”

They got to the aquatic part of the zoo and there was this little boy who couldn’t have been older than two or three just glued to the otter exhibit. He had both hands on the glass as the otters swam and splashed as if they were showing off for just this little boy.

“I think they have to be that cute at that age to avoid you murdering them when they go on a tear in their underwear smearing poo on the entire hallway,” Eddie said with a grin.

Steve laughed. “Let me guess there are pictures of baby Eddie doing exactly that?”

Eddie pursed his lips and rocked back on his heels. “I plead the fifth.”

“I’m surprised you didn’t burn them when you turned eighteen.”

They moved on to the elephants.

“I tried!” Eddie cried. “Wayne won’t tell me where they are. He says he wants to show them to my future partner so he can see if they pass the litmus test.”

Steve kissed his knuckles. “And what test is that?”

“Whether or not they’d except the crazy with the sane,” Eddie murmured.

Steve pulled him in close. “I prefer the crazy to the sane, baby. The crazy keeps me from getting too far into my head.” He kissed the tip of his nose. “Okay?”

Eddie gave him a quick hug. “It’s no fair, because Wayne already loves you, so I don’t get to watch him get all protective and shit.”

Steve gave a half shrug. “I think I got enough of the protective father figure when we first started being friends, Eds. I think he actually growled at me once.”

Eddie threw his head back and laughed. “Oh, my god, I forgot he did that.”

Steve just smiled as they took their time through the whole zoo, just holding hands and being with each other.

Finally it was time for lunch and Steve went to go get their cooler while Eddie found them a picnic table.

****

Part 5

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Hey - you said repeaters welcome so here I am 💅

If you’ve watched Scenes from a Marriage, I need ya thots /HC for Levy:

BEST FRIEND.

Jonathan Levy x f!reader.

Warnings: mentions toxic relationship, mentions cheating, does this count as cheating too?, angst, smut, fluff, swearing.

Requested by: @boredzillenial

Author's Note: bestie the gif u send is so MWAH cheeky beefy oscar isaac ass 🤭 if u dont mind, i added in a small story line because u swear this man deserves better. mira fucked him up smh (tbh i have no idea what im writing have mercy on me)

Summary: you're Jonathan Levy's best friend, always been in love with him even after he got married. But then it crumbles down and you proved that you treat him better.

MINORS DNI

My immediate thought is like: oh childhood besties with Jonathan instead of the usual teacher-student relationship. I think it adds more drama, you know?

Imagine being so in love with this man for years, but he's blind. He marries Mira and to add salt to the wound you were his best man, or rather best woman. Holding in tears because you thought to yourself 'Surely, I'd move on.'

You two grow up, still closer and you watched him make a family of his own while you work a decent job and end up drinking at the end of the day. Partners come and go, but none of them made you feel the same way Jonathan did. And Jonathan barely did shit.

You knew it was wrong pining for a married man, but you hoped some day Jonathan sees that Mira treats him like shit. You didn't want to upset him since you're his best friend. The one person who knew everything about him even after setting boundaries since he got married.

Were you surprised when Jonathan calls you over and tells you Mira cheated on him? Of course not. You called up a babysitter for Ava and went to hit up a bar, drowning in his sadness.

"What does she have that keeps you... I don't know... loving her? What's so different that you keep crawling back to her."

He couldn't reply. Jonathan stared at you, remembering all the times you two talked— the ones where he's always ranting about his married life, the struggles and the stress. You always just sat there and listened to him. You never straight out voiced your opinion about Mira.

"What else do you think of her?"

"She's a bitch. I mean seriously, you two have a daughter and she pulls this shit. Anyone— and I mean everyone can treat you better than she does."

You always did speak the truth when you're drunk. So this was different.

"You packed her shit too. If I were you, I would've burned everything she owned. Did I ever tell you of the ex boyfriend I had? Changed his shampoo to hair remover."

"That's a bit extreme."

"Your face is a bit extreme."

You always knew just how to make him laugh, even with childish insults. No words were exchanged between the two of you, Jonathan stared at you, scanning your features. Something about you was different. Maybe it was the alcohol, but he's just barely tipsy.

Next thing he knew, he kissed you. He realized that he loved you more than a best friend normally did. He was in love.

Even if it took your whole lives, you thanked whoever the fuck made him realize he loved you (me).

In the middle of your kissing session, he pulls away only to take off his glasses, even touching the lenses despite wanting to keep it fingerprint-free.

His daughter's asleep, baby sitter's gone. You two stumbled into his house, lips locked. Jonathan wasted no time getting you into his bedroom (well, him and Mira's bedroom) and taking your clothes off.

Not only was this the perfect revenge, this was a perfect moment. Your wildest dreams finally coming true.

Jonathan fucks— no, he makes love. He's slow, making you feel good. He's definitely a giver. He peppers you non-stop with kisses. You leave scratches and marks on his body. The pleasure is too much. You were happy that night.

The next morning, breakfast in bed and a kiss on your forehead. Clearly, he didn't regret anything from last night. Jonathan really realized he loved you and you loved him.

Let's just say that you practically lived in his house at this point. Mira comes home to find Jonathan fucking you on the kitchen counter.

"You slut-!"

"You can't say shit, you cheated on him you fucking cunt!"

You successfully landed a harsh slap across Mira's face before getting pulled away by Jonathan. He carries you back into his bedroom and he cups your face with a smile.

"Did it feel good?"

"Yeah. Been wanting to do that since she broke the mug I gave you if I'm being honest."

Jonathan kicked Mira out, and you two spent the night making love to each other. Jonathan was right— everything Mira hated about him, you loved. You were absolutely better than her.

Their divorced finalized, and Jonathan got full custody of Ava. You moved in and brought life to their dull house.

For your birthday, he bought you a piano... an expensive one at that. He loved hearing you play.

He's the type to pick you small flowers every day and you have an album filled with pressed flowers. Before you go to work, he would slip a sticky note in your bag and you would find it while working and can't help but smile.

You make his lunches. He's always liked your cooking. You were definitely levels up from pathetic dinner tupperware spaghetti.

You even pack Ava's lunch for school, making notes like

Have a good day, sweetie! I love you ❤️

For Jonathan, it's always confessions of love. Even if at this point you two should be married.

Love you for as long as the stars shine ❤️

He can't help but smile like a fool during lunch. Even brags about the food you make.

He was in the middle of a lesson when he realized he wanted to marry you. As soon as class ended, he sprinted to Tiffany & Co. and bought you a diamond ring that suited you.

He was just utterly in love with you. One day, playing your piano, you looked ethereal that he grabbed the ring and got down on one knee. He just loved you too much.

You two spent the rest of your days more and more in love than that day in the bar along with your children. He couldn't ask for anyone better. You were the one for him, no one else.

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[love-patient-0s-writing-world]

Growing Fond

Shane x Reader

Class: SFW

Word Count: 1.6K

CW: Spoilers For Shane’s First Heart Event, This is Basically a more Detailed Version of the Heart Event, NB Reader, Alcohol, Extisential Dread, Reader is a bit Unhinged, Reader is refered to as Farmer, Mentions of Injuries

For Shane it was a normal boring routine day, he got up, went to work, stocked shelves until his hands were numb and is now being screeched at by his phone that it’s finally his lunch break. He let out a groan as he stood up from his crouched position, his back cracking loudly when he stood up straight. He made a bee line for the door not bothering to acknowledge Morris as he sped past him. He walked all the way to the saloon to find it pretty much empty aside from Gus, Emily, Pam and you. Pam was already 3 drinks in and you seemed to be busy ordering something, so he just made his way to his usual spot against the wall and waited. As he sat down he didn’t notice when your eyes flitted over at him and returned back to Gus quickly adding one more item to your order. When you were done you took your time walking over to him, he looked up and saw a small smile on your face as you waved at him. “This seat taken?” you asked nodding your head at the empty stool. “Nope.” he said popping the p, he didn’t necessarily dislike you but he didnt want to spend his lunch break with you either. You sat down with a sigh leaning your head on your hand as you look at him “So how’s your day been so far Shane?” “Same as always, anyways what are you doing here? Don’t you have crops to take care of?” it came out much more annoyed and rough than he wanted but he’s too tired to correct it.

 Before you could answer Gus came up with 4 cups of a coffee and a small pizza, before Shane could ask Gus for the usual the man sped off to the other side of the bar where Pam is. He raised an eyebrow at your...questionable lunch, although he doesn’t have any room to speak regarding your diet since his looked frighteningly similar. “Ah, well, I’m heading to the mine after this and-” you said pulling a plain silver thermos out of your bag “-I don’t want to run out of energy immediately so...” you opened the bottle and started pouring the coffee into it not spilling a drop from any of the cups. He could feel the terror that flashed on his face before he tried to go back to the usual RBF he has. “That can’t be healthy…well at least you’re getting some solid food in.” He eyed the personal pizza that sat in front of you, “Oh! Uhh…” You looked away from him with a soft chuckle “I actually got the pizza for you.” A nervous smile forced it’s way to face as you try to figure out what to say next. “I know today’s your birthday so I thought I’d get ya lunch…” His head cocked the side slightly “Oh, is it my birthday today?” He looked down at his phone to see Spring 20 on the lock screen “I guess it is, thanks.” He looked up at you with a small smile “This is nice.” “Well I’m glad you like it!” You slide the box in front of him and after he takes a couple bites from the pizza you got him you turn towards him, “I should probably get going-” you hop off the stool next to his with ease “Bye Shane, have a happy birthday!” Your smile makes him almost sad to be alone again…almost. “See ya, Farmer.”

He watched you walk out the Saloon door, he finished the pizza in a few minutes and let out a sigh as he looked at the time. Sliding off the stool he walked out of the Saloon back to his miserable job. The day blurred by restocking the same shelves that he wished he could watch burn to the ground, when his shift ended he picked up a pack of beers before heading home. The night air was crisp and the temperature was not…uncomfortably warm, so he walked out to the pier on the property and plopped down with his pack next to him. He was about 2 cans in when he heard the creak of the old wood planks behind him and footsteps approaching, stopping when they reached him. When he looked to his side he saw grimy boots covered in mud, slime and…insect remains, well there was worst company to have than you. “Up late, huh?” “Actually just got back from the mines.” Letting out a tired chuckle as if it was hilarious that you spent 10 hours underground. As he turned up to halfheartedly scold you for your life decisions, he got a glimpse of the arm and hand closest to him. Cuts ranging from little scratches to a freshly stitched up gash on your bicep, large welts that resemble…bug bites, and bruises of all colors are splattered across it. He no longer had the will to tell you off, “Here, have a cold one.” He extended the can to you, feeling your calloused fingers brush against his as you grabbed it.

Taking the beer as an invite to stay for awhile you take a seat next to him. You’re much closer than either of you expected, shoulders pressing against each other. He watched you a bit as you fiddled with the little metal tab, after a couple minutes of insect chirps he lets out a sigh. You tilted your head at him and he just responds with a bitter “Buh…life.” Maybe it was the beer or the comfortably uncomfortable silence that made him speak without thinking, “You ever feel like…no matter what you do, you’re gonna fail? …Like you’re stuck in some miserable abyss and you’re so deep you can’t even see the light of day?” He could feel your eyes burrowing into the side of his head, but he kept staring straight into the darkness of the lake beneath you both. “I just feel like no matter how hard I try…I’m not strong enough to climb out of that hole.” He can see your head turn forward in his peripheral, taking the opportunity to actually look at you. Your body was tense and face wearing an expression he knows all too well, a mixture of existential dread and tiredness. In the silence that settled over you two the crack of the tab finally breaking the aluminum can was heard. He watched as you brought it up to your lips and tilt your head back, hearing your big gulps of the icy beer until you finally crush the can in your hand. Maybe it’s the beer buzzing in his system but the way you’re lightly panting and the expert chugging had him feeling…funny. You looked over at him and mumbled a little “Sorry.�� 

He felt the corners of his mouth curl up a bit “Heh…fast drinker, huh? A person after my own heart.” You could feel your face warm up a bit at his flirty joke. “Just don’t make it a habit…you got a future ahead of you still.” There was such a soft undertone of sincerity that it caught you a bit off guard, you watched as he finished his can of beer placing it next to your crushed one. “Welp…my liver is beggin’ me to stop. Better call it a night.” You got up wobbling a bit, man are your legs and arms sore from today. Shane grabbed the empty cans placing them in the plastic bag the pack came from, you watch as he grunted to get up on his knees, without hesitation you extended a hand to help him up. He stared at it for a few moments before taking it, you pulled him up towards you with ease, his hands were warm and a bit sweaty along with his his now slightly red cheeks it was something that nestled into your brain without realization. You reluctantly let go of his hand opting to shove them in your pockets, “I’ll walk you to your house…it’s on the way to mine.” Despite the fact the house he shared was visible from the dock he wasn’t opposed to having your company a little while longer. The grass crunched under your shoes as you walked with him, reaching the trash can that sat right outside the front door he dumped the bag with the empty cans. 

“This was nice, thanks for the beer and the company.” Your smile was well visible due to the house lights shining right outside the front door. “I’m heading home now, I’ll see you tomorrow, Shane!” You waved as you started walking off, “See you around, Farmer.” Returning the wave as he walked into the house, without thinking he stood by the window and watched you dissapear down the path that connects the two properties. He slowly walks to his room attempting not to wake anyone else in the house, sliding into his room he softly closed the door and let out a sigh. He faceplanted onto his bed feeling the effects of the day and beers crash on him, his mind drifted from the shelves of the market, the few ‘Happy Birthdays’ he recieved and finally landed on you. He let his thoughts linger, marinating in the details his slightly hazey brain grasped onto. The callouses developing on your hands, the scars forming on your arms and the way that you lifted him like he was a feather...he could feel his face heating up again like before, ‘I need to stop...but I guess there are worst ways to spend my birthday?’ Getting up he kicked off his shoes, lazily changing into a T-shirt and shorts. Crawling back into bed he closed his eyes and let himself indulge the thoughts his sober brain would’ve shot down immediately. The best gift he’s getting today is from himself and it’s a good night’s sleep.

I hope you enjoyed reading this! Remember to drink water, eat something and get plenty of rest! Feel free to return whenever you want traveler, take care!💜

~Love Patient 0

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[frvnkcastles]

i see you write the traumatized girlies

🙋🏽‍♀️

i really like your write style, do you think you can write a retired!people pleaser reader where she is taking frank home to her manipulative family and he doesn’t understand what she is apprehensive about until seeing how bad they treat her maybe even try to get him to look her differently then he sticks up for her and takes her away and gives her reassurance that it wasn’t okay and that as long as he was around no one would treat her like that

THERE’S NO REMEDY ➵ F. CASTLE

Summary: You lean on Frank after a terrible night with your abusive parents.

Warnings: Mentions of emotional abuse, past trauma, implied C-PTSD, hurt/comfort

Word count: 1k

Author’s note: I’m so very sorry that it took me this long to get to this request! However today is PTSD Awareness Day and I really wanted to get something out in honor of that. This disorder really majorly sucks so I’m very proud of myself and all of you who are also struggling, because we’re doing our best in a shitty situation and managing. Treat yourself today <3

Also, I realized that it took me a long time to get to this because writing about the family dynamic turned out to be triggering so I kinda skipped that part and went straight to the comfort. I hope you like it regardless! :)

Red crescents littered your thigh as you dug your nails in, your teeth gnawing on your lip and your thoughts everywhere else except whatever Frank was telling you from his side of the car. You couldn’t help but zone out in complete anxiety that came in nauseating waves, your stomach churning uncomfortably as you tried to recover from the night behind you.

”Hey, you with me?” Frank’s voice only got through to you when he placed a hand on yours over your thigh, and looking back at him from the window decorated with raindrops, a guilty look crossed your eyes.

”Not really”, you swallowed. Frank nodded in understanding, but didn’t say anything — simply squeezed your hand.

You had been together for a long, long while now. Yet he had never met your family; and for good reason, you had insisted. They had put you down for as long as you had been walking the Earth, and as soon as you had turned eighteen, you had packed up your things and left.

If only it had been that easy, though. Just because you moved out, you had been unable to cut them off. They were good at making you feel guilty and responsible like that. Years of therapy had helped you see your own worth and realize that the treatment you got from your family was far from okay or normal, but it seemed that whenever they called, you fell into old patterns.

You had tried your very best to keep Frank away from

them, though. You were embarrassed, and maybe even a little bit scared that it would be too much for him — or maybe, he’d realize they were right about you and he wouldn’t want to be with you anymore. You had thought it over a million times, considered every possible outcome, none of them comforting.

”You don’t owe me anythin’, sweetheart. If you don’t think it’s a good idea, then I believe ya”, Frank had assured every time the topic came up.

So how you had ended up in the car, with the navigation system telling Frank how to get to your parents’ house, you weren’t quite sure. A part of you had wanted to show off, let them see what a great guy you were sharing your life with now, but the closer you had gotten to your destination, the worse of an idea it had seemed. Your parents knew how to turn even the best situation into a toxic one, and they hadn’t hesitated to do the same tonight, too.

It had started as soon as you made it through the front door. The belittling, twisting your words, making you feel guilty for having your own life separate from your parents’. Not to mention the unabashed attempts to embarrass you and create doubt in Frank’s head — doubt that you were worth his time or the woman you had claimed to be in the first place.

You sniffled and hastily wiped your eyes with the back of your hand as all the pent-up emotion of the evening behind you finally broke through. Without a second’s hesitation, Frank was pulling over at the gas station right on your way, and shushing you gently as you brought your hands to your face and began sobbing.

”Why do I keep thinking it’ll be different? How stupid can I be?” you cried, your eyes blurry from the downpour of tears, your whole body trembling even as Frank reached from his side of the car with open arms.

”Baby, you ain’t stupid. Hear me? You’re not stupid. Everyone wants to see the good in their family. It ain’t your fault they’re just shitty”, he insisted, his hand caressing the back of your head while he tilted his head low to be on your level. A frown was etched onto his face as he watched you shake and cry, his own body filling with anger and regret that he hadn’t set clear boundaries with your family. Sure, he had taken you out of there as soon as he realized what was going on, but maybe there was more he could have done.

Hiccuping, you looked up at him with a wobbly lip. ”Do you—do you promise you’re not gonna leave me now?” you pleaded, and with his eyes softening at the genuine fear in your voice, Frank leaned in to kiss your temple.

”Sweetheart, why would I do that?” he questioned, sincere and gentle with you as his fingers continued stroking your hair.

”The—the things they were saying about me… you must regret being with me”, you pointed out, and before there was any room for debate, Frank cut in.

”I don’t regret a single second I’ve spent with ya. I’m meant to be right here. They can talk all the bullshit they want, you’re everythin’ to me and that ain’t changin’”, he swore, dead-serious. As much was evident in his dark eyes, which were always full of love when he looked at you, but they were stern, too — he wasn’t messing around.

”Listen to me, aight?” Frank cleared his throat. ”The way they treated you… it is not okay. It’s not okay, got that? I will never do that to you. I promise. I’m never gonna take you for granted. As long as I’m here, you never have to feel that way again”, his gruff voice reassured you, and to seal the deal, he gently took your hand in his own and kissed it.

Sniffling, you nodded. ”Thank you, Frankie. That really means a lot”, you gave him a careful smile, and pulling you into a hug as well as he could from behind the wheel, he left another kiss on the top of your head.

”You tell me whenever they ask you to do shit for them, alright? I’m gonna help you cut them off. I know it ain’t easy but you deserve better. You don’t need ’em. Hell, you don’t need anyone, but you still got me, okay?” he insisted, and nodding again, you leaned in to kiss him tenderly. He returned the kiss deeply, both of you closing your eyes and resting your foreheads together while his thumb swiped across your cheeks to wipe your tears.

”Now, how about we get some greasy food to save the night and huddle up in front of the TV, huh? How’s that sound, sweetheart?” Frank suggested then, and with a new, reinforced smile, you kissed his cheek.

”Sounds perfect.”

#frank castle #frank castle fanfiction #frank castle x reader #the punisher #the punisher x reader

[toxicbrothel]

Beefro👌🥩💜

POV

waitress x non-canon, chubby nwJoel ty @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog for the prompt 💕 and @beefrobeefcal for the gif & making the world go round

Working at Golden Corral, you’ve noticed the regulars and sometimes made polite conversation. Hypothetically, there’s a guy, Joel, who’s not bad looking.  He’s always worn PJs and smelled like weed, which made him less intimidating, despite his impressive physique and panty-dropping scruff. He’s been coming in with his brother every Sunday for a long time, and until recently, Joel was always in great shape – apparently a huge gym rat. A couple months ago, he had to have knee surgery, which really sidelined his work-outs. Shortly after that, you began to notice him gaining weight. He didn't adjust his portions at all to account for his lack of burning calories. Weight gain wasn’t uncommon to see at your restaurant, but you’d never seen someone round out so quickly. 

One night, Joel was going back for thirds. He was standing at the buffet line with his t-shirt stretched across his belly, and the garlic bread pan was empty. He looked disappointed, so you offered, “I can grab more.”

“Hell yeah,” he replied. "Attagirl." Your face got all hot.

“I’ll bring them to your table,” you offered. 

You had to deal with something on your way to the kitchen, and it took you twenty minutes to return with the bread. You began to approach his booth, then noticed he was sitting back with his PJ waistband below his belly. His happy trail was exposed, and he had his hand under his t-shirt, further stretching the fabric as he rubbed his belly. You thought you should turn around and give him some privacy, but it was too late, he must have felt you staring. His eyes lit up at the sight of you with a plate stacked high with garlic bread. With some effort, he managed to sit up straight and fixed his shirt, but not in an embarrassed way at all. You approached and apologized, “Sorry I didn’t get them out in time.” 

“What are you sorry for? I’m still right here, sugar.” 

His brother laughed at him. “You serious, man?” 

“Why not,” Joel replied. You retreated to your duties, wiping tables down, but you occasionally glanced over as he packed in every piece of that bread. By the time the plate was empty, he was holding his belly with two hands. When it was time to leave, he was slow to get out of the booth and held onto the table for leverage. He kept one hand on his belly as he waddled. They said goodnight to you on their way to pay, but you could still hear them in line as you cleaned the buffet pans. 

“I’m tellin’ ya, man,” his brother said. “Put on some real fuckin’ clothes, and you’ll see.” 

“These are real clothes, Tommy,” Joel scoffed. 

“You know what I mean,” Tommy said. “You gotta slow down, man. It ain’t healthy. A few more pounds and you may never get back to the gym.” 

Joel dismissed him with a, “Nah. I’ll be liftin’ heavy again in no time.” 

“I bet ya couldn’t fit into my clothes now if ya tried,” his brother taunted.

“Sure I can, man. You’re the one with that big, barrel chest.” 

You think you can fit into my clothes? Let’s put money on it. We’ll go trade right now and wear’em home.” The prospect of this made your chest flutter and you tingled between the legs. 

Joel replied, “I don’t need money, man. but when they do fit, you gotta smoke a bowl with me.” 

“Deal,” 

They went to the bathroom, and you tried not to stare as they came out. This plaid snap-button shirt was just absurd on Joel. As they walked by, you heard Tommy laugh, “You could just admit they don’t fit.” Every button was hanging on for dear life. The bottom two didn’t even button.  The jeans were unbuttoned, too. And, most striking of all, Joel was clearly sucking it in, and it looked like he was struggling. You tried to stop staring but couldn’t. The display of sheer indulgence was making  you throb. 

Eventually, Joel had to breathe, and when he exhaled, his belly expanded so far that every last button popped open, and Joel moaned in relief. 

“Told ya, man,” Tommy laughed next to him. “Look at this gut.” He jiggled Joel’s belly. “I’ll help ya get back in shape, brother.” 

Joel groaned and held his pot belly with both hands as Tommy paid. Joel looked down and lifted it up, let it drop, and winced. Tommy had to stop at the door and wait for Joel to catch up. You kinda hoped Joel wouldn’t get in shape right away. But he was always hot.

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TY for reading!

practically written by @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog with a BIG thot. 💕. ILY BEEFRO!!! Ty for the gif! 💕

#brothel sleepover 💕 #POV #777 words #Chubby!Joel #toxicbrothel ☠️ #toxicbrothel #weight gain #cw weight

[writing-yarn-goblin]

Period pains

What can I say? They’re a bitch-

Modern!Kid PiratesxReader

Relationship: 4 boyfriends, one pain-induced girlfriend

Warning: It’s period, it’s messy and emotional. Maybe a little nfsw.

~*~

“FuckfuckfuckfuckFUCK!”

That was the only thing that could be heard in your shared apartment.

The men in your life were prepared this time for what was to come.

It was one hell of a painful menstrual cycle and even Kid was told to not tease the affected party.

Pillows fluffed, blankets warm and snacks to your disposition.

They organized themselves on who has better patience. Day one was Wire’s. He was good at keeping you comfortable and making sure to help you run a few errands by going to the grocery store and get your favorite things just so he could cuddle and kiss you better. You’d both watch drama series and binge your favorite shows.

Day two was Killer’s. You were an emotional crying mess when you had the blonde doing everything and anything to keep you happy. From cooking and cleaning to massaging your feet and lower back. Depending on how bad it was- he’d have ice packs and warmers for your disposition. Usually you’d lean for ice packs, you had a personal muscle heater that could cuddled you silly while spoon feeding you ice cream. Day two with Killer was have him dot on your and treat you like a Queen.

Day three was Eustass Kid.

And for good reason.

“You fuckin’ suck, Eustass.”

“Oh yeah? You know what’s not sucked!?”

“What!?”

“MY DICK!”

Cats and dogs.

But he loved it.

Normally he couldn’t argue with you because you are fragile but- when it’s day three of your period?

With the pain and the anger came the horny. And he liked how depraved you’d get with him.

“Ya know…getting railed helps with the pain.”

Of course, Kid knew this. Sure, it was a little messy and aftercare was twice as necessary but it was worth it. Their Angel deserved the best.

“Did you change the mattress’ fitted sheet?”

You nodded yes. Best credit card purchase you’ve done so far and you made sure all the beds in the apartment had one.

“How bad does it hurt? If it’s too much, you know the drill-“

“Pain Pill, load of water and wait half an hour?”

“Atta’ girl.”

You did.

And as requested- you were thoroughly railed and since the harder he went, the less it hurt…you told him to just go all out.

As busted as you would feel, you had your little victories. When he emerged out of your room- clawed, scratched, bitten and bruised.

And make the others up their game.

Day 4 was Heat’s. He had it easy. The pain was there but your feelings and emotions were on check, your stomach was a little better and it was the day for self-care.

You’d both have facials, do your hairs, buy make up and clothes online, plus he’d do coffee shop runs for you and the others if they were around.

The best part of day 4 was having Heat play video games with you. He is barely around during the day since he works at night and needs to pass out. But he always takes the time to dedicate himself to you like this.

The last day of your period would be cuddled up together, sleeping with your entourage of big intimidating men and their dotting, in their own style of course.

Kid would have his nails painted by you and he did yours. Headband on and mud mask on for at least 10 minutes.

Wire would be making popcorn and binging 4 hours straight a series they all wanted to knock out. He was next in line to get his eyebrows plucked and detailed by you.

Killer would make chocolate covered treats and give you kisses, while you got to taste what the cook was making and made everyone jealous. In return, you’d sit down and braid his hair, telling him how good he’s been to you.

And Heat would be on your lap, when he came home from whatever errand he was doing. He’d enjoy your fingers deep into your scalp and hum happily whenever your scratched a very particular spot. He’d also have deep conditioning applied to his hair just so you could both rinse it off later in the shower.

It can be the worse week physically.

But the men in your life had it covered.

#one piece #x reader #reader insert #i am unwell #fem reader #period cramps #kid pirates #heat #wire #massacre soldier killer #eustasscaptainkid #one piece x reader #what if

[livelaughloveloak]

ATWOW HEADCANONS/SCENARIOS - MODERN AU PT 1

description: atwow character headcanons/scenarios if they were dating you (in modern day au) 🤭 some of these are based on my personal experiences. This part contains Neteyam and Lo'ak scenarios.

NETEYAM

He would be the type to have "self care" dates with you where you hangout at your place and put face masks on him.

"can I peel it off now?" Neteyam reached up to touch the paste that was spread on his face. You would quickly smack his hand back down "no! It's not dry enough" Neteyam nodded and went back to leaning against the backboard of your bed while scrolling through his phone. "I'm gonna have to add moisturizer on your face afterwards because you have dryass skin" You said while laying down beside him on your stomach. All Neteyam did in return was give you his deadly side eye.

The type to take the most embarrassing pictures of you because he thinks it's funny

"Neteyam stop!" You grabbed a pillow and covered your face with it as Neteyam laughed, pointing a camera at you. "Oh come on just one pic pleasee" he would beg and try to pry the pillow off your face. Once the pillow got pulled off he'd put the camera straight to your forehead taking a picture of you with the 0.5 option on. He would laugh his ass off, almost falling off your bed once he viewed the picture. "You were mid blink" He managed to say while panting from all the laughter. You'd death stare him before smacking his forearm.

The type to wait for you by your school locker.

The school bell rang and you packed up your stuff before walking out the classroom door. You headed straight to your locker knowing that Neteyam was already waiting for you. You pushed your way through the tsunami of students through the halls until you finally saw your boyfriend. "Neteyam!" He quickly looked up from his phone and waved at you with his signature smile. He opened his arms signaling for you to hug him which you gladly did. "wanna go to my place?" He'd suggest while pulling back from the hug and taking a hold of your hand. "Yeah."

The type to bring you random gifts no matter the occassion

"I thought you might like this" He'd pull out a little box filled with stuff just for you. It had plushies, your favorite snacks, self care products, jewelry and one of his hoodies. "Neteyam thank you but you didn't have to really" You cupped his cheek and kissed it. Neteyam would jokingly roll his eyes before answering "Oh come on of course I gotta spoil my princess." He'd take your hand off his cheek and kissed your knuckles.

The type to have matching stuff with you.

Neteyam loved gifting you stuff especially if it's something you guys could match with. For example he'd gift you matching jewelry where if you put the two pieces together it'll make a symbol. He'd give you matching pajamas for when you two had sleepovers. He'd give you brand new shoes just so you can wear to school and match with him. He'd buy you a hoodie he'd already because he thinks it'll look cute on you.

LO'AK

the type to have a polaroid picture of you behind his phone case.

"Is that me?" You teased him after taking a look at the back of his phone. "What? Noo it's my side chick" Lo'ak said sarcastically with a grin on his face that quickly disappeared after you smacked him right in the chest. "Chill I'm joking yes it's you!" He'd dramatically clutch the left part of his chest where his heart was located at. "Yeah that's what I thought" You'd say before going back to cuddling with him.

The type to call you "bro" by accident

"yo bro can you pass me my charger?" Lo'ak would say nonchalantly not noticing you staring right through him. You squinted your eyes almost giving him the side eye before finally handing him his charger. "Bro?" You said with your eyes still locked onto him. He looked back at you confused before it finally clicked. "Ohh sorry my love it just comes out automatically ya know?"

The type to FaceTime you whenever he feels like it

You woke up to your phone ringing loudly right in your ear as your fell asleep with it next to your head. You groaned and picked it up to check who was calling you this late at night. Seeing that it was only Lo'ak you immediately answered. "Why are you awake?" You'd say first while he was fixing his pillow on the other side of the phone. "I'm not sleepy plus I missed you so" He'd answer nonchalantly as you thought for awhile. "I'll stay on call until you fall sleep then." Lo'ak would smile after hearing you say that and nodded. You guys ended up staying on call blabbering about random topics until finally your eyes began to feel heavy so you slowly shut them. Lo'ak was also quiet you thought maybe he fell asleep too. You were so close to drifting off to sleep before your phone flashed white with a clicking sound in the background. You immediately woke up again in shock. "Did you just take a screenshot of me?"

The type to call you embarrassing nicknames cause he thinks it's funny

"what's wrong stink stink?" Lo'ak would ask with his hands squishing your cheeks. You glared at him even more. You huffed and dropped the controller you were holding after losing to Lo'ak once again. "Don't be mad pooks I'm just a god at this game." He'd pinch your nose obviously messing with you "A god? Or a sweat who never leaves his room?" You'd tease him back which made his eyes widen and mouth open. "Oh chill out before your eyes pop out my love I'm only joking"

The type to have "study" dates cause he wasn't paying attention in class

"Hello? Lo'ak are you even listening?" You'd wave your hand infront of his face finally getting him out of his deep thoughts. He'd scratched his head before huffing. "I just don't get how I need physics in the real world." You'd simply roll your eyes and quietly chuckled. "Just learn it for now so you don't fail and have your mother skin you." You grabbed his hands gently rubbing his palm with your thumb. "Study now and we'll hangout after this alright?" Lo'ak grumbled quietly before nodding. "Ok but if I fail the test I'm blaming you"

#atwow #avatar imagine #avatar #atwow loak #neteyam sully #neteyam #imagine #loak sully #loak imagine #neteyam imagine

[donotpush]

Birth Advent Calendar 22 - Day 4

Your neighbor has always been quite shameless. Always bringing boys over, partying all night under the disapproving eye of the Neighborhood Association and being loud and obnoxious about his sexual life.

It was no surprise when his belly started to swell, firm and round and tight, and everyone knew that it wasn't just a beer belly.

You would have thought that pregnancy would make him a more decent man, but if anything, the bigger he got, the sluttier.

When he showed up in the backyard one morning, gravid belly on proud display hanging low and complaining about needing a back rub, you couldn't decline the offer.

Your relationship was beyond the point of just friends at that point, so you knew perfectly well that any excuse for you to be at his place would end with fun.

"So, what ya say?" John leaned against the fence, winking at you. "Coming over?"

For a moment, your eyes drifted from his face moving lower, hypnotized by the huge stomach that hung in front of him, discovered by his open robe.

His usually athletic frame was in total discordance with the globe of tight, stretched skin that made his six-pack disappear over the months. And you couldn't keep your eyes —or your hands— away from it.

But John was in total denial of… well, being pregnant. Whenever someone asked, he would dismiss them and say that he just put on some weight. Or rely on the fact that he left the gym, or how easy it was to gain fat with that new pizza place around.

But the hard truth was that he was ridiculously pregnant, even if he denied it even to you. You were pretty sure that you could feel something kick inside one of these days.

"We'll grab some beers," John added, smirking. "And I'll give you fun."

You looked from his belly, hanging so low, to him and to his belly again, raising an eyebrow. Unconsciously, his free hand moved to the side of his belly, distractedly rubbing it as you two spoke.

"You sure you can drink beer?" You asked, pointing at him.

"Why wouldn't I not…?" Mid-sentence, he stopped, a pained expression taking over his features "Huh, mhm…"

He took a deep breath, and you didn't miss the way his belly was tensing under his hand, as he tried to play it off somehow.

"Ah, yes… ughn" John breathed, squirming in place "Of course… I can. Come over later."

****

You spent the whole afternoon getting peeks here and then from him, doing some sort of work in his backyard.

He didn't seem to be getting too much work done, because every few minutes, he would be interrupted with back pain that seemed to afflict him since the morning.

You knew what was happening. Did he, though? You were sure John did, but he pushed the idea to the back of his mind.

After all, out of sight, out of mind.

***

John welcomed you at the door with the same robe he wore in the morning, with the exception that right now, he was completely naked under it.

"Come in" he smirked, showing you his perfect teeth.

Leaning against the doorframe like that, his belly (and a bit more) was totally at your disposal to enjoy the view. You swore his gravid stomach was lower than this morning.

He leaned into the fridge, sticking his head in to take two beers. A moan escaped his lips as he did so.

"Huh?" You mumbled from the couch, peeking your head to see him there.

"...no…nothing. Fuck…"

When he finally managed to stand up straight, he waddled back to you with two beers in his hands. Handing one to you, you grimaced at the "0% alcohol" tag.

"Yeah…" John breathed, once again, his hand caressing his belly unconsciously. "They didn't… fuck… had the normal ones."

"You alright?"

"Yeah, just…!" He cut himself off, biting his lips as he tightened his grip on the beer in his hand. "Some… cramps."

"Really bad cramps, I see."

"Yeah."

"You sure you're alright?"

"Of-fucking-curse" he muttered through gritted teeth, failing to stand up straight.

You didn't say anything. The next few minutes went quite calm, you two just drinking and you purposely ignoring all his huffing and puffing and shifting in place.

"Would you do me a favor and…?" John breathed, shifting his hips on the couch. "God… go to my bathroom and get me some painkillers? My back is killing me!"

You nodded, standing up from the couch. You knew that for your neighbor, standing up after sitting down became a struggle over the months, especially when he had grown so damn big and heavy.

Your trip to the bathroom took longer than expected, and from behind the closed door, you could hear John groaning and grunting and moving around.

"Oh, fuck!" He screamed out, suddenly louder, not caring to keep it low anymore.

When you heard the shouting, you rushed your way back to the living room.

You only got to see the top of John's head from behind the kitchen counter, his hands reaching to hold it for stability. Oh, well, he must have dropped something.

"Ughn, fuck…!" When a more clear whimper left his lips, you frowned.

Your feet made their way to him, making your way around the table to stand next to your neighborhood.

At first, you didn't get it, until John took his robe off, shrugging it from his body to the floor. The head of his so denied baby was almost crowning between his legs.

"Ow, fuck, fuck, fuck…!"

"You're giving birth!" You shouted

"No shit, Sherlock!" John shook his head, his mouth set in a tight line and his forehead covered in beads of sweat. "I think… it's coming."

"Oh, so now you admit it?"

"Shit, yes!" John grunted, gripping the counter as another wave of agony washed over him. "It's definitely… coming… come on, ughn..!"

He tried to stand upright but failed miserably. He whimpered when another contraction hit him, the need to push becoming more and more unbearable by the moment, but he kept fighting it.

Throwing his head back as a gush of fluid flowed over his thighs, John gasped loudly, his entire body shaking as he fought against the contraction.

"Just let it happen." You stepped forward to help him. "Push!"

"Fuck," John panted, trying to keep his eyes open and focus on you. I... fuck no! No, no, I don't want to...nhgn...push!"

Your hand moved to cup the baby's head, and another contraction hit John as he moaned. "Fuck...! Ughn!"

"You need to push," you insisted, moving closer to cup his belly. "Let it out. Push it out."

He shook his head, dropping to his knees as he let out another scream.

"It's... I'm not pushing!" He cried, looking up at you. "It's coming... mhm... it's coming out!"

The next couple of seconds were a blur. John lifted his hips up in the air and pushed, the baby slowly crowning against your hand.

"Fuck fuck FUCK!" John cried out when the head came to a full crown. "Oh, God!"

"Push, you're almost there!" you breathed.

Once the ring of fire finally passed, the head popped out of him with a gush of birth fluid.

"Shoulders! The shoulders!" he moaned, gritting his teeth and pushing.

You catch the baby when it came out with a few more pushes.

"Oh, God, god, fuck." John collapsed onto his side, panting heavily as he stared at the child.

"Congratulations." You grinned as you held out the baby. "So..."

Holding the baby against his chest, he gave you a look.

"...no more point in denying it anymore, huh?"

#birth kink #birth denial #pregnancy #labor #mpreg #continuation of an old caption lol #pregnancy denial #birthadventcalendar22

[chvoswxtch]

Hey girl!! I’m so happy for your milestone! You deserve it! You’re writing is incredible and you’re an amazing person. I look forward to your posts and writing all the time! Can’t wait to continue reading your work!

I have been debating song lyrics since you posted about the bar opening because of course I’m gonna order a margarita on the rocks with Frank! Bet you’re surprised about that one 😂

So I’m ordering a margarita on the rocks and I hope to meet Frank there, and in my little world, “Holding Out for a Hero” is playing in the background. I’m partial to the lyrics “I’m holding out for a hero till the end of the night/he’s gotta be strong and he’s gotta be fast/and he’s gotta be fresh from the fight”

I might order a few more drinks. 😏Let’s get this party started!! 🍹🍺🍾

my lovely meg,

I think you give me far too much credit, so I need to confess that while writing this, I forgot the word for hourglass and literally had to google "sand glass thing you turn over time". so maybe humble me a bit. 😬

thank you so much for always being so sweet. frankie's got your margarita on the rocks at the end of the bar waiting for you. 😏

as a reminder: margarita on the rocks means it's spicy (minors dni)!

blurb below the cut

holding out for a hero

he’s gotta be fresh from the fight

Your knee bounced anxiously up and down as you sat perched on the edge of the couch, eyes continuously darting over towards the clock on the wall. 

11:47pm.

Frank was supposed to come home today. You spoke to him this morning, and he was in the process of packing his limited belongings he’d brought to the motel he was staying at. He promised he was coming home to you today.

“Be on the road in ‘bout ten minutes, should be there in a couple hours. Can’t wait to see ya, sweetheart.”

That was this morning, and it was almost midnight. When Frank didn’t show up by the afternoon, you’d called him, but his phone went straight to voicemail. You tried not to freak out about that, but the more you kept getting greeted by an automated message instead of his familiar gruff voice, panic began to spread through your lungs like air stretching out a balloon. 

You’d lost track of how many times you had called him. How many hysteric voicemails and frantic messages you had left him. You were on the verge of breaking down and reaching out to Madani to demand an all out manhunt to find him. This wasn’t like Frank. He always checked in with you if he was going to be late, even by a minute. He knew how much you worried when he was away, and he did everything he could to put your mind at ease.

It was hard not to let your mind wander to the worst possible case scenarios. The fact that Frank Castle was still alive and kicking despite all of the numerous times he should have died already was a goddamn miracle. You can only cheat Death so many times before Death decides to retaliate. What if his stubborn luck had finally run out? What if the last grain of sand had slipped past his hourglass, and you weren’t there to catch it?

Before you could spiral any further, the sound of a lock turning caught your attention, and you were rushing towards the front door. Just as you reached the threshold, Frank was closing the door behind him, and he paused to stare at you when he caught the look on your face. You must have looked like an absolute wreck; hair a tangled mess from running your fingers through it anxiously, nose glowing red from intermittent breakdowns, eyes glassy with tears and fears of the unknown. A soft gasp emitted from your lips when you took him in.

Frank’s hair was disheveled and sweat glistened across his forehead and down the column of his throat. There were fresh cuts actively bleeding above his right eyebrow, across his large nose, and you caught the flash of white gauze beneath the sleeve of his henley on his left arm. Even in the dim light you could see a fresh patch of violet blooming underneath his left eye, just along the crest of his sharp cheekbone. The movement of his hand caught your attention, and you watched as he pulled his phone from his pocket to show you the completely shattered screen and-wait, was that a bullet lodged in the middle?

Frank grunted quietly as he motioned his head towards the demolished phone.

“Sorry I didn’t call, baby. Ran into a little trouble, and this goddamn thing got blown to bits.”

Once your nerves started to dissipate and you realized Frank wasn’t a cruel trick of your imagination, you rushed forward to cup his face gently in your hands, a fresh wave of tears approaching the shore of your waterline.

“Jesus, Frank. What the hell happened?”

“Nothin’ I couldn’t handle.”

For a moment all you could do was close your eyes and let your forehead rest against Frank’s broad chest, deeply inhaling his scent and gripping onto the collar of his shirt to ground yourself. 

Frank was home. Frank was okay. Frank was alive.

“I was…I was so-”

Your voice broke off towards the end in a choked sob, and Frank moved his hands from your hips to wrap tightly around your waist, hugging you tightly into his chest as he peppered kisses into your hair.

“Hey, I’m alright. I can take a lot, you know that. Always come home to you, don’t I?”

“I thought…I thought-”

“Hey, shh shh shh. C’mere, baby.”

Frank lightly grasped your face in his large hand, tipping your head back gently to press his lips delicately to yours. Tears slipped down your cheeks in pure relief, but Frank simply swallowed them as he kissed you even deeper, holding you as close to his body as he could. You weren’t sure if it was the pure adrenaline coursing through his blood or the physical reassurance your body craved to make up for all those hours of helpless mania, but both of you seemed to silently understand exactly what you needed from each other in that moment.

Bending down slightly to wrap his arm around your waist, Frank abruptly lifted you up into his arms as you quickly wrapped your legs around his waist, grabbing onto the back of his neck while slipping your tongue into his mouth with a content hum. He blindly walked you both backwards until you bumped into the kitchen table, setting you down on the surface as his large hands tore your shirt over your head as yours fumbled with the buckle of his belt. The second he slipped your panties past your ankles, Frank spit into his palm and slipped it between your thighs, warming you up with his thick fingers while your hand slipped past his jeans and into his boxers to wrap your hand around his eager cock. 

Not a word needed to be spoken in that moment. You needed to feel that Frank was here with you, and Frank needed to show you how much he missed you.

The delicious sting of your walls accommodating his thick cock lulled you into a calm sense of serenity as he locked his arms around your body like unbreakable chains.

Frank was home. Frank was okay. Frank was alive.

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Fraujar, Tribe & Page Rework

Hey guys, been awhile. needed a break and I got sucked into other stuff. So getting back onto this one and have seen the latest pages as well so may give quick-shot talks about it. ✨ Without further adieu ✨

it's pretty rough and a few years old concept idea 😅

yeah, I wanted the dialogue to show both perspectives of the Leaders, while also not wanting to spill their guts out emotionally for they’re still strangers, despite being strangers. Adding, that there is tension between Ronja and Fraujar, rewritten,  both care about their families, which they should be, instead of them doing....whatever they were doing. Fraujar would also not marry and mate with his AUNT cause that is just inappropriate, you can’t scorn meteor or any tribe doing that, when you are literally doing the same darn thing.  

Both had experienced MT differently, Where in my head-canon, Whispervale had been monitoring Meteor Tribe and it’s whereabouts, they couldn’t get much intel and sent out Fuss ( the morally questionable marshmallow ) to scout and be a double agent among the crater, but after a while they did not get much and he disappeared nor heard from him, During those times from the first rebellion from Kargo and Ferah, to presently,  Fraujar been a refuge for abused and appressed meteor dogs, and has through those times. Only sees Meteor as a glass half empty, while Ronja tries to see it as a glass Half full, but not aggressively positive, she is a war veteran from Asmundr, so she can’t ignore what happened from past conflictions, not to mention her children are still part of the bloodline under Ranach, so their lives are just as much intertwined as she is. ( that includes the curse, ya know...the one upon the bloodline with the ghouls ).

Fraujar  would be a reasonable Dog, Kind but, Stern and Cautious. especially involving Keirr, being an intersection between MT ( Meteor-tribe)  and WSV ( Whispervale ). Would have it that Fraujar gradually becomes allies with Ronja, it’ll be a stranger-acquaintance- friends-Lovers it will also be slow burn cause - obviously BOTH, Are dealing with personal issues as well as that meteor wedge sort of thing.

Side-note, In my head-canon, Isabel is alive with other dogs that were hurt, and has adopted Ruan as her own pup, and not have died from birth after going through that traumatic event ( What has been stated ). I would not think she wants to deal with that at all, and would be more inclined to adopt or foster. I would think most would either be single, adopt, foster or just straight up date females.

 Fruajar didn't want Keirr or others to be near Meteor Tribe and their members, due to what happened to Fuss, an established member, and other unlucky stragglers without a tribe. Do to it being “ hell on Aedra '' and no good comes to it, while also trying to protect from that area. After some thought from Keirr, Isabel and Ferah, he went to visit Meteor Tribe with his strongest, and trusted warriors and also Isabel, since she wants to see it for herself as well, have a conclusion ( her son will be there with her ) . With the tour, seeing how meteor has seemed to change, then, Fruajar would bring Keirr along with Aira (since they were both supposed to find the pack together and not just Keirr ) as a form of Peace and initiation that Fraujar is making that step and Ronja can see that.

Wanted to also add how much the author tries to shoehorn Roamer and Rogio and any of his favorites and try to praise them or focus on them when there is a WHOLE CAST OF CHARACTERS he needs to focus on and develop. if you’re not wanting to develop them DON'T bring them in or kill them off cause they’re just filling up space,  collecting dust.   Then focusing on roamers, like a gray stu and forgetting that there was Kargo, ferah, ~~rogio~~ and others on Midnightguarde.

Extended Fraujar info.

Speaking of What Fraujar would be…did a little bit of him and the tribe.

New Head-canon traits; Wisdom, Resilient, compassionate, Kind, Stern, reasonable, strategic decision-making, Cautious, Open display of emotions.

Fruajar is  a Crested Veilhound, a fantastical breed I created for this segment, within the Taiga and Tundra terrains of the planet. An ethereal canine companion characterized by a sturdy build, a luxurious coat in Arctic hues, and distinctive crystalline horns. Though the horns are uncapped under hard coating that darkens over time and age, only shown when broken off and regrown. The head pieces are never consistent in form, and can grow weird shapes and structure. Bioluminescent patches emit a soft glow, inspired by their magical connection with the 

Caribright. Standing at 24 to 30 inches, these conceptual dog breeds play vital roles as companions and guardians in the nomadic lifestyle of the tribe, embodying the harmonious blend of strength and enchantment in the Arctic wilderness.

The Caribright are Native Fauna on the planet. Serving as a spiritual guide and source of illumination during the article nights, these creatures share a symbiotic connection with the crested Veilhounds. The colors correlate with the dogs of arctic hues, grays and blues but the canines have an artic gradient of browns to more a liver color. A modest height of 3-4 feet ( 0.9 to 1.2 meters ) compared to the caribou of 3.6-4.6 ft. (  ) However their centerpiece;  celestial antlers are a different story, the glowing grandeur, ranging from 4-5 feet in length. Only known to glow when the night sky dances ( aurora borealis ) or at its darkest.

In the Frostweald Tribe ( which is the OG whispervale), the Caribright and Crested Veilhounds forge a harmonious alliance, each offering unique strengths to the other. The Caribright's celestial glow becomes a guiding beacon in the Arctic nights, aiding the dogs in their nocturnal endeavors. In return, the Crested Veilhounds serve as vigilant guardians, ensuring the safety and companionship of the luminous Caribright. For their glows have been known to compromise their locations and draw unwanted guests. This dependency for each other extends beyond the practical, contributing to the tribe's spiritual bond, well-being and forming a relationship within the nomadic community. Together, they navigate the frost-laden landscapes, creating a living testament to the delicate dance between the elements of the Arctic wilderness.

a caribou-moose beast with celestial silver and ice-blue hues with variants of browns sometimes tanned. Its 4 to 5 feet antlers resembling celestial chandeliers branch out in intricate patterns, casting an otherworldly glow as the creature moves through the frost-kissed environment.

radiant luminescence eyes , reflect the celestial radiance of its antlers.

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Fraujar rules over the Frostweald Tribe. A vast tribe of 150-200 members including the Fuana Caribou; the Caribright.

Born beneath the shimmering Northern Lights, he emerged as a promising member of the tribe, displaying a deep affinity for both the mystical and practical aspects of Arctic life.

Fraujar emerged as a natural leader. His strategic decision-making and ability to guide the community through icy adversities. 

Early in his life, During a harsh winter that tested the tribe's resilience, Fraujar faced the harsh realities of the Taiga and Tundra. A pivotal moment of the treacherous winter, turned to Fraujar for his strategic decision-making and resilience. Leading the community through the icy adversities, earned him the trust and admiration of his fellow tribe members.

As Fraujar's influence grew, so did his compassion. He was known for open displays of empathy, sharing in the joys and sorrows of his tribe. This vulnerability, rather than a weakness, fostered a deep connection with the community.

The turning point came when the previous chieftain succumbed to the unforgiving Arctic environment. In the moonlit gatherings, under the spectral glow of the Caribright, the tribe sought Fraujar to take on the mantle of leadership. Hesitant yet driven by a sense of duty, he accepted, becoming the chieftain of the Frostweald Tribe. however not all was accepting of him and migrated to other parts of the lands, more so when he impose himself in others tribes affairs out of the openness of his heart and morality.

Though Guided by the wisdom acquired through years of nomadic life and the lessons, Fraujar embraced a role of chieftain that balanced reason, kindness, and strategic insight. His compassion became both a strength and a vulnerability, forging familial bonds and instilling a deep sense of unity among the tribe.

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DIALOGUE TWEAK.

wanted to try this again.

Page 1

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Panel 1

Fraujar: "There's a palpable tension in the air. Your arrival here might have ignited some hostility."

Ronja: "Hostility…?"

Panel 2

Fraujar: "Indeed. The meteor has a history of grievances since—"

Ronja: "I'm well acquainted with Meteor's past."

Fraujar: "Then you know of the warnings issued."

Panel 3

Ronja: "Yes. But those are regarded merely as past transgressions. Circumstances have changed for the better."

Fraujar: "Changed…"

Panel 4

Fraujar: "You may portray yourself as an agent of positive change, but for how long until you find yourself at the receiving end? Until all you cherish is stripped away?"

Ronja: "I believe you've made your point, Fraujar. As have I."

Panel 5

[The two Jarls, Fraujar and Ronja, lock eyes, each refusing to yield.]

Panel 6

Fraujar: "Very well. I shall take my leave then."

Ronja: "May your journey be safe."

Page 2

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Panel 1:

Fjordor: "Jarl Ronja!!!" the elderly male dog calls out.

Ronja: Her attention shifts to the approaching dog, recognizing the skull tribal paint. "Fjordor!"

Panel 2:

Fjordor: "You've heard of me."

Ronja: "How could I not? My companions speak highly of you, eager to express their gratitude."

Fjordor: "Companion and Jarl of Midnightguard. How fares your tribe?"

Ronja: "We're holding on…or so I hoped."

Panel 3:

Ronja: "Fjordor…I…they—" Ronja hesitates, reluctant to deliver the grim news to the Jarl of Midnightguard.

Fjordor: "Lady Ronja…?" His ears droop slightly more, sensing the weight of the unspoken news.

Ronja: "Kargo and Ferah joined my tribe after yours. They were caught between the Meteor and Ranach…"

Panel 4:

[Panel focuses on Fjordor's. His face falls, stricken by the news.]

Ronja: "…Kargo didn't survive."

Panel 5:

Fjordor: "And what of Ranach? Did the Fallen Jarl face justice?"

Ronja: "Worse. He escaped. That's why I'm warning you, don't let him get anywhere near you." Eyes narrow with grave concern.

Fjordor: "He won't get within an inch of me." His flared with determination and a flicker of warrior rage.

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Blood: Micah Bell X Male Reader

Pronouns: None Mentioned, Reader referred to as ‘boy’ and ‘handsome’ Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut, language Warnings: Micah Bell is his own warning, blood/murder kink, murder, gun fight, kissing, grinding, anal fingering, anal sex Summary: You get some blood on you while robbing a homestead with Micah.

The little house packed a lot more of a punch than you expected. The minute you got there, a bunch of lunatics came out to raise Hell. But you and Micah went there for a stash so a stash you will find. You have shot most of them down, now making for the house. The door swings easily, bouncing back from the wall and distracting you enough for a much larger man to come at you with a knife. Large may be an understatement, the man is akin to giant so much that his head drags along the ceiling even as he ducks down to tackle you.

He manages to push you to the ground, towering over you and raising his arm to stab down. But he hasn’t paid much attention to your hands, the hands of an outlaw that reach for your gun with ease and put a bullet right in his gut. The behemoth screams, stumbling back as you get on your feet. He looks down at his wound before glaring at you and charging again. This time you have the proper angle to put the bullet in his skull and he collapses in front of you, just an inch away from taking you down with him.

Outside you hear the continuing gunfire, occasional taunting shouts from Micah, both dying down gradually. You start to loot the place, knowing that Micah would much rather shoot as many bastards as possible than have help. And when he stumbles inside with a stupid smile on his face, you know you’re right. You’ve already stuffed your bag and pockets full of valuables, busy collecting things from the kitchen when he leans against the doorframe.

“Ya missed quite a show out there, darlin’.” He sighs as if he’s fallen head over heels with the act of murder, knowing him he likey did a long time ago. “Fools-- Hold on there, cowpoke.”

He stops you as you try to walk past him, his hand catching your arm and pulling you back so he can look over you. You follow his gaze, only now noticing the blood splattered all over your clothes. His hand goes to your cheek, eyes blown as he wipes something from your face. His thumb comes away red and you guess you have blood all over your face too.

“Ya have some fun a’ yer own in here, darlin’?” He asks, voice low as he rubs the blood between his fingers.

“Guy came at me.” You shrug, pointing to the man on the floor. “Shot him, nothing exciting.”

Micah follows your gesture to the man on the floor. “Quite the big man, darlin’.”

He slowly moves you up against a wall, his hands trailing over your blood soaked clothes. His lips meet yours, kissing hungrily as he presses up against you.

“Shit, Micah…” You chuckle.

“Ain’t my fault ya look damn good all blood soaked, darlin’.” He smiles, resting his head against yours. “An’ I thought watchin’ ya shoot folks got me goin’.”

“You’re a sick bastard, Micah.” You smile, kissing him just as hungrily as he had you.

“Ya love it, cowboy.” He inhales deeply, like he's trying to take in the scent of the blood that covers you. “Ain’t the first time I fucked ya after a job.”

“First time we’re still here.” You gasp as his hand drops down to palm you through your pants. “C-Can’t say I’m opposed though.”

He chuckles. “See, ya love it.”

He reconnects your lips, his hands working fast to get your pants down. You fumble for a tin of pomade you found in one of the bedrooms and push it into his hands, briefly disconnecting as you get your pants off and Micah fishes himself out. He presses back against you, fingers covered in pomade as you spread your legs for him to slip his hand down to your ass. You kiss him as you feel his fingers pressing at your hole, Micah pressing his fingers inside at the same time he forces his tongue past your lips.

Your moan is muffled as he goes straight to stretching you out, not bothering with any teasing like he usually might. He trails his lips along to your cheek, just brushing the skin before he licks the blood splattered over your face. The act makes him groan, his fingers moving faster to work you open.

“Next time ya murder a man like that, I wanna watch, darlin’.” Micah whispers. “Bet ya look damn handsome doin’ it.”

You smile, pressing a kiss to his jaw. “You always do.”

He removes his fingers and lines himself up fast as his lips move to suck marks into your neck as he cleans the blood. In a fast motion, he pushes inside and the air leaves your lungs. You both stay for a moment, catching your breath between idle kisses.

“This is why Dutch never lets us go on jobs together.” You mumble.

He chuckles, starting to grind his hips. “Don’t matter much, we always get the money ta take care a’ them parasites anyway.”

“Then you better hurry up, still haven’t found the stash here.”

“I’m ain’t done with ya after this, darlin’.” He says, hips pulling back slowly. “Know of a few more folks I wouldn’t mind robbin’ today.”

He snaps his hips back forward and you lift your leg as much as you can to get him deeper. His movements turn fast, fucking you like he’s on a timer. One hand grips at your waist, the other holding your leg up as his lips press against yours. You can taste the faint blood in his mouth from licking it off your skin, all mixed with Micah’s usual tobacco and whiskey. The hand on your waist moves to your untouched dick, stroking it hard with his thrusts. You unravel soon after, spilling over his hand and onto both of your shirts. Micah follows suit, hips stuttering before he buries himself inside and his kiss turns a little softer.

He lets your leg fall back to the ground as he pulls out and his hand releases your dick. His lips linger, giving a last few kisses as he groans from separation. You manage to push him back so you can catch your breath. He has that stupid smile again as his eyes trail over you, legs unsteady as you lean on the wall for support. He finds your pants, handing them to you and waiting with your gunbelt in hand as you put them on.

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PLS.. KILL LILIA. MAKE HIM SUFFER IN THE AFTERMATH OF BOOK SEVEN. MAKE HIM BED RIDDEN AND DIE SLOWLY. I CRAVE ANGST. MAKE HIS SONS BE SAD TOO. PLEASE.

ok I’ll get into actual details.. ermm could u pls make a lil fic on Lilia basically DYING still after everyone wakes up and Malleus is out of his OB form?? :33 And also make Malleus feel pretty guilty too for extra angst!! :3333 Actually MAKE ALL LILIA’S SONS GUILTY IF YA CAN 🙏🙏 I just need angst dude .. AND PLS MAKE LILIA ACTUALLY DIE AT THE END!! /NF!!

EHEHEHHEHE. I'm so sorry for putting off on my Requests, I've been doing a bunch of stuff, and I've barely been able to keep my head on my shoulders and think straight. HOWEVER i'm trying to get back to writing slowly.

PS: as it was not requested, this is not a pairing. Also GN Yuu's POV.

TW: BOOK 7 SPOILERS, Main Character's Death, Angst with no Comfort, Vague death description, Grief (and a lot on that)

Diasomnia Angst - Death of a Hero

It all seemed well. The thorns that involved the island had retreated into the ground, as soon as Malleus fell unconscious after his Overblot. The battle was exhaustive, everyone barely keeping up, but we won. That's what matters, right? Everyone is here, fine and well. Me, Grim, Ace, Deuce... We are all well. The Diasomnia Students, much like all students, don't have life-threatening wounds, as it seems. So why... Why is the smell of blood lingering in the air? It took a while for all of us to notice it, at first. As we all know by now, Lilia is great at hiding his hurt through a boyish smile. And that is what everyone saw, the boyish comforting smile of the man who knows no end to his pain. It took him way too long to show his miseries of the past, but this one, oh, this one came crawling up way quicker.

Silver was there to catch him when he fell unconscious, Lilia had a deep, horrible gash on his abdomen. It revealed past scars, but the way the blood fell around his limp body, it showed us what we did not want to know and hear. It was me, Sebek, and Silver who took both Malleus and Lilia to the infirmary. They knew the procedure for Malleus' case, although his overblot was tougher than any other. But Lilia... The Nurse and Professor Crewel said - no, they didn't say, they promised us- they would do whatever they could to keep him alive.

It took 2 days. Two days for the news to break. I wasn't there when they told them, but I heard what happened from another Diasomnia student in my class: Silver's head dipped down, and he broke crying, while Sebek yelled they didn't do enough. That they could've done something and they didn't. That they lied to them. Malleus was already back on his feet by that time, and at that, he didn't say anything but wished that the body was sent to the castle at Briar Valley. That day, when I found Sebek, I hugged him. I never clung so hard to someone in my life, like how I did with Sebek. And I said how sorry I was, and how I wished I could've done more. Sebek stood still before he muttered meaningless apologies. He said, "I'm sorry for failing Master Lilia.", "I'm sorry that I wasn't stronger to help Silver and Master Lilia" and even "I'm sorry, it's all my fault." Professor Crewel saw us and said we would have the day off. Sebek and I went to the Diasomnia Dorm that afternoon and started packing Lilia's things with Silver. Silver usually stayed calm and collected around others, and was a voice of reason among the three of us, but at that moment, I didn't see him as the retained or Malleus, or as one of the heroes of the Sage Island. No, I saw him as a boy. A Boy who just lost his father.

That night, I waited patiently for Hornton to visit my dorm. He usually wasn't late, but that night, it seemed like thousands of days passed before he arrived. When I saw him, he looked oddly calm. He sat down on the porch by my side and told me the stories he lived with Lilia or the ones he heard from him. It was like a child. I could do nothing but hug him, and at that moment, he said how sorry he was, that the only thing he wanted was to keep everyone safe with him, and how he failed. He said "I know that if he heard me like this, he would giggle and brush it off as if it was nothing. He would tell me to not get stuck on what I failed to do but to focus on what I must proceed doing afterwards. But... I can't. I can't remember and think this without knowing what I did." Malleus seemed to feel the weight of the world on his shoulders and yet... He opened up to me, nothing but a human from another world. "Please," he said " I beg of you, to not forgive me for the crimes I did. I am not worthy of forgiveness if I wasn't able to save the one that raised me before anyone else." I couldn't do anything but Hug him harder, and try muttering how much it mattered that he deserved forgiveness. I think we stayed out there for way longer than usual because Sebek, Silver, and Grim came to meet us. Malleus only managed to look at Sebek and Silver before he kneeled down and said the same he did to me. Sebek and Silver looked at each other, and we all hugged Malleus, crying. Even Grim joined.

I know it will take a while for everyone to be able to go back to normal if we even do that. But I hope somewhere, in the Underworld, Lilia will think and protect us. The Ghosts of the dorm said that if we got lucky, Lilia's ghost could visit us. I don't think that was what we needed to hear, but... it is a start.

Hope you enjoy this! It was very different from what I usually write, but I worked hard on it.

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