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joelsgu4tar · 9 days

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JOEL MILLER FIC RECS

⇾ 18+ minors DNI, read at your own risk! ⇽

an appreciation to all my favourite writers out there you deserve all the love <3

Series

— Something To Fight For by @auteurdelabre | After a disastrous blind date you decide to stay away from the miserable Joel Miller forever...

— I Know Who You Are by @punkshort | A fall on patrol causes you to lose your long-term memory, forgetting the identities of your friends and loved ones. You have to learn all over again how to survive in a post-apocalyptic world, and you learn things about yourself along the way.

— The One You Need by @loliwrites | When you move into town hellbent on keeping everyone at arm’s length, your neighbour Joel finds his way into your life.

— By The Grit Of Sandpaper by @penvisions | An offhand comment from you inspires Joel to branch out and create helpful kitchen wares. And it seems everyone has been gifted one from him, except for you. It makes you rethink the casual friendship you had developed...

— I Wanna Be Your Lover by @shellshocklove | Miserable after losing your job, your friend drags you out to a club to dance away your sadness. on the dancefloor, you meet a handsome stranger, who then whisks you away into his fantasy world as his assistant for his porn career. what happens when the lines get blurred?

— If The Door Wasn't Shut by @heartpascal | months of travelling with Joel and Ellie come crashing down on you, the fear is suffocating.

— Stay In Bed by @psychedelic-ink | After your grandfather’s passing, you find yourself moving into his home in Texas. You meet the Millers; Tommy, his older brother Joel and his daughter Sarah. With time, you and Tommy become close friends and Sarah visits you often. But Joel…Joel keeps his distance.

— That's A Real Fucking Legacy by @wyn-n-tonic | When Tommy disappears in search of a better life with a promise to come back for you, his years of absence and the grief it leaves behind drives you and his brother closer together until the man you're sharing a bed and starting a family with is Joel Miller and not the one you always thought it would be.

One-Shots

— No Time To Die by @davosmymaster | The main difficulty of being Joel’s closest friend is not falling in love with him, but you still do. Those feelings are buried until you join him on a mission to trade supplies with Bill and Frank. With your life now hanging by a thread, Joel is determined to get you to safety, but the clock is ticking faster than he can run.

— White Lies by @poeticpascal | Joel would do anything for you. He does anything for you. And he makes sure you don't know a thing.

— Saying Thanks by @vivwritescrappythings | Joel is your grumpy patrol partner who doesn’t even talk to you in the streets of Jackson. But one night a man grabs your arm at the Tipsy Bison, and Joel’s decided he doesn’t like it.

— Soft & Sweet by @cavillscurls | You share your first kiss with the last man you ever expected: your older, grouchy, overly protective patrol partner, Joel Miller.

— Who We Are by @gracieheartspedro | Being stuck on the road with an older guy you've been crushing on for ages won't be so bad, right? wrong. because he's been pining after you, too. and one of you will have to give in eventually.

— Warm Me Up by @tightjeansjavi | While on patrol, you and Joel find yourselves caught in a treacherous snowstorm.

— Love In the Time Of Cordyceps by @sameheart-sameblood | When the world ends, you promise you'll never love again. Joel Miller makes that rule hard to stick to.

— Puppy Love by @absurdthirst | You always follow Joel Miller around, you've got his back. You're in love with him. Putting up with Tess's nickname of puppy dog, you don't realize that Joel feels for you until the end.

— Light The Flame by @yeollie-plz | Your mom moves the two of you back to Texas and attempts to reignite an old flame. What will happen when she learns his candle now burns for you?

— Best I Ever Had by @endlessthxxghts | Someone tries to hit on you on your night out with Joel, insulting your man in the process, and oh you don't like that. You blow off some steam in more ways than one.

— Make A Move On Me by @freelancearsonist | You've been teasing Joel every day since he started remodelling construction on your house. He finally works up the courage to do something about it - but not in the way you expect him to.

— Fire Walk by @motherofagony | A chance encounter at a motel has you crossing paths with a stranger in a blue t-shirt.

— Cry Baby by @psychedelic-ink | bodies have been dropping left and right in the most brutal ways in Jackson. As the relentless wave of deaths continues, your mind becomes increasingly restless. however, you find a sense of comfort and solace in the presence of Joel. who might be hiding secrets of his own.

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hsllfirescoopsreblogs · 1 month

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╰┈➤18+ none of these stories belong to me! this is a masterlist of all joel miller stories i’ve read and reblogged! just thought it would be nice to have them all in one spot! (if your fic is on here and you wish not to be, please let me know!) some with have summaries if provided <3

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𓆱 declined pt2 pt3 by @alltheirdamn

❀You're on a cross-country road trip when your tires blow, and you're forced to get them fixed at a small town mechanic shop. When your card declines, you only have one other option to get your car back.

𓆱a happy man by @psychedelic-ink

❀when your friend sets you up on a blind date, you had no idea how impactful it would be.

𓆱once again in your arms by @foli-vora

❀the day of the outbreak, reader and baby were in town and she couldnt call joel (or viceversa) cause the phone lines were down. they were separated for a few years until they arrives at the quarantine zone he's in, and he recognizes them in the crowd.

𓆱invisible sting by @quin-ns

❀ bill and frank host. tess is jealous. joel is confronted with his feelings. you cry over a shower

𓆱snowflakes, a fireplace, and you by @swiftispunk

❀you get more than you bargained for when you end up snowed in at miller's inn on christmas eve.

𓆱 seams by @fuckyeahdindjarin

❀seamstress!reader

𓆱 joel drabble by @suzdin

𓆱 as long as you want pt2 by @auteurdelabre

❀ When you're injured in the stables one morning your patrol partner and enemy Joel Miller is the only one there to help.

𓆱 @stylesispunk

❀ the not so invisible string

- you and Joel were made right for each other in the wrong time. Now, thirteen years later your paths crossed when both of your daughters get in trouble at school. Would be the right time for you now?

❀ i couldn’t want you anymore

- when Sarah's mom came back into Joel's life to fight for their past relationship, Joel needs to convince he is in a happy relationship with the florist next to his gallery in order to make her go away. The problem is, he and the florist can't stand each other's guts or that it's what he thinks.

𓆱 the falling pt2 by @getitoutofmymindwrites

❀you catch Joel cheating on you. The world comes crushing down.

𓆱 greener memories of better men by @netherfeildren

❀Best Story of the Day! South Austin elementary school started a “Breakfast With Dads” program but many dads couldn’t make it and several students didn’t have father figures. The school posted fliers at the local YMCA’s for 50 volunteer fathers… 600 different people from all backgrounds showed up…

𓆱 jealous by @eufezco

❀you’re a little jealous of tess.

𓆱 soft sweet by @cavillscurls

❀You share your first kiss with the last man you ever expected: your older, grouchy, overly protective patrol partner, Joel Miller.

𓆱 5+1 by @bluebeary-jay

❀5 times you wanted to kiss Joel, and 1 time it actually happened

𓆱 needs by @toxicanonymity

❀Joel wants to find a bed before you go all the way, but neither of you can wait that long.

𓆱 wildflower and barely by @yellowharrington

❀after deciding to change your age range on a dating app in hope of a change of scenery, you stumble across joel miller.

𓆱 arms tonite by @motherjoel

❀basically its YOU who gets stabbed by the baseball bat. joel isnt good with feelings. david does not exist david cant hurt anybody. a bit of angst and a bit of fluff. also LOOSELY based on arms tonite by mother mother

𓆱 don’t take the girl by @alt-vera

❀when faced with a life-threatening choice, joel miller makes a surprising confession.

𓆱 feels so right by @fake-bleach

❀Your college boyfriend's a dick, and it doesn't help that he dragged you along with him to a bar just to treat you like shit. You plan on catching a ride home after an incident between you two, but turns out that your dad's best friend's there too, and he saw everything. He ends up offering you a ride instead, but there's no promises that you make it back home for the night.

𓆱 sweetheart by @dustydaddyyy

❀you're home from college for summer '99 to visit your parents, when your eye wanders upon their next-door neighbor, joel miller.

𓆱 honey stained hands by @undercoverpena

❀He knew what Jackson was when he arrived the second time. A communal, a place where everyone chips in. It's why he doesn't turn his nose up when he's given menial tasks. One of which, is fixing his neighbour's porch. His neighbour, who is pretty and smiles too sweetly, bakes cakes for special birthdays, and stares at the toolbox he's been given with a haunted look, one which raises more questions than answers.

𓆱 @joelscruff

❀softdom joel

-a collection of important moments between you and joel miller, your grumpy new patrol partner in jackson, wyoming.

❀one thing im missing

-you and joel accidentally end up falling asleep together, and what follows is the beginning of a quiet and tender relationship neither of you saw coming.

𓆱 @punkshort

❀somewhere to run

-You move to a small town in the middle of Texas to escape your past and start over. You don't expect to fall for the town's handsome sheriff.

❀i hate when you’re right

-After a heated argument with Joel, you finally convince him into leaving Jackson so you could explore a store for new clothes, and what happens could change your life forever.

𓆱 @eupheme

❀ in the woods somewhere

-When a break-in startles you awake, it’s hard not to assume the worst. But when the thief is revealed to be a teenager just trying to help her wounded guardian - you find your heart softening.

❀ are you mine?

-A change in your usual patrol schedule, a dash of over-protectiveness, and a gossipy partner leads to you desperately wish you could turn back time

𓆱 @gutsby

❀ hating game

-Celebrating your dad’s birthday at the yacht club becomes damn near unbearable when Joel Miller brings a date along too. Jealousy and hate sex ensue.

❀ abstaining game

-The only thing worse than an anti-sex retreat is an anti-sex retreat with your former fuckbuddy and dad’s best friend. Especially when sharing one cabin.

𓆱 kiss to kiss by @jobean12-blog

❀Joel is grumpier than usual and the only way to make it better is YOU.

•MASTERLIST

•PEDRO PASCAL CHARACTERS MASTERLIST

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last updated april 16, 2024

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pjoxreader · 1 year

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PJO Boys Having to Share a Bed

Leo Valdez

-”Wow this is like a story I read, the-” you smack the shit eating grin off his face with a pillow before he could finish, making him burst out laughing.

-”Oh you’re in for it now!~” he grins and throws the pillow right back, nailing you in the face and knocking you off the bed. “Headshot!”

-Needless to say the two of you got maybe an hour of sleep that night. But you had an important war to fight, which you did win.

Frank Zhang

-”I can sleep on the floor?” he’s as red as a tomato, nervously fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. Honestly this man is the sweetest out of all of them.

-”I don’t mind Frank it just uh, might be a bit tight?” you laugh sheepishly rubbing the back of your neck not being able to hide your own blush.

-”I could do this?” with that he transforms into a golden retriever. You had never slept so well before in your entire life. Halfway through the night you forgot it was Frank and ended up spooning him, needless to say he didn’t get as much sleep.

Percy Jackson

-”So… Guess we’re sharing a bed?” there’s an awkwardness hanging in the air as you two both get ready for bed. -”Back to back?” you suggest and he nods crawling into the bed, your backs pressed together.

-That didn’t end up lasting long as it turns out Percy was quite the cuddler, and drooler in his sleep. You ended up having a rather large drool spot over your shoulder.

Jason Grace

-”I’ll sleep on the floor.” before you could even attempt to persuade him he’s already gathering some blankets.

-”I… Alright then…” is all you could manage to get out as you take the bed for yourself. Sometimes you hated the fact he joined Camp Jupiter so young...

-The next morning you’re rather grouchy leaving him in utter confusion as he thought he was doing the right thing.

Nico Di Angelo

-”I’ll find a different room.” is all he says, getting his bag and heading out with that. He ended up leaving you all alone in the room before you could even speak.

-”Ok… Then…” you say to the empty room, sighing in disappointment as you flop into the bed with a groan of disappointment.

-Little did you know that Nico was blushing as he left. He takes a breath and heads off to find a different room before anyone saw him like that.

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blackmarketfruitrollups · 7 months

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Bad For Business (Howl Pendragon X Fem!Reader)

Warnings: None really, just a fluffy little drabble

Knock knock

"Who could that be?" Y/n muttered, setting aside the bread dough she'd been kneading and wiping her flour covered hands on her apron. She started making her way through her cottage towards the front door, dodging the drying herbs hanging from the ceiling and speaking quietly to herself. "I'm sure the sign out there says closed."

You see, Y/n worked at an apothecary, or more accurately lived in an apothecary. She lived in a small little cottage toward the edge of town, her property surrounded by a fence covered in rosebushes. Behind her home was the garden in which she grew the herbs and other medicinal plants for her customers, often being occupied by her grouchy cat Snips.

Speaking of which, here he came now, the old black cat hobbling towards the front door on his three remaining legs to see what the commotion was about.

Knock Knock

Once they both had arrived at the door Y/n unlocked and opened it to reveal two children, a boy and girl who looked to be around ten. They both seemed nervous, the girl hiding behind the boy as he shifted on his feet looking rather skittish.

Snips poked his head around Y/n's legs and yowled at the sight of unfamiliar guests, making both the children jump and look at him frightened.

"Can I help you two?" Y/n smiled, gently pushing Snips back into the house and out of view with her foot.

"Uh, well-" the girl started before the boy cut her off.

"We've come to see the Wizard-" he paused, looking her up and down before continuing. "Uh Witch Howl. I'm assuming that's you?"

Y/n rolled her eyes and smiled softly, shaking her head with a chuckle. "I'm afraid I'm not."

Both the children looked dreadfully confused, tilting their heads at her.

"We were told to come down this street, they said it would be obvious were the wizard lived." The boy stated.

"We came here because we assumed the wizard would live in a scary looking cottage." The girl piped up.

"A scary looking cottage?" Y/n laughed again. "Well what's so scary about it?"

"You have gargoyles out front." The boy deadpanned.

"I saw bats in those trees." The girl pointed towards one of the trees in her front yard.

"Oh that's just Frank and his family." The woman said, waving it off.

"You have a black cat roaming around screaming." The boy stared pointedly behind her legs at Snips.

"Your shutters are painted black-" the girl started again.

"Alright, alright I get your point." Y/n stopped them. "Would you believe this is the eighth time this has happened this week?" She sighed, then smiled softly.

"The Wizard Howl lives across the street."

"You mean in that place covered in lights and flowers and pinwheels an-" the boy started listing.

"Yes that would be the one." Y/n laughed. "There you will find the great Wizard Howl. And please, tell him he needs to put up a sign. I run an apothecary, people already assume I'm a witch and this isn't really helping."

She waved to the children as the walked back down her front path and out the gate. Shutting and locking the door she turned and looked to Snips who was laying lazily in a windowsill with one eye half open.

"I tell you that man is bad for business. Well, I suppose incase those kids forget I'll tell him to put up a sign myself over supper. Well c'mon Snippy, I've got food to finish."

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theemporium · 9 months

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Heyyyy, love all your works i’ve read so far, and i am still scrolling through your feed.

I wanted to request a Daniel x sunshine, where they have pregnancy scare, and daniel wasn’t in a right mood so he kind of had a bad reaction but then they end up alright because he apologises and tells sunshine how it was all because he had a bad day.

Thank youuuuu, take care💚

whoops this is a bit of a long one but thank you!! and thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

To be frank, Daniel had a shit day.

He had been dragged into the factory at an ungodly hour—far earlier than he was meant to be—and it started off his day in a grouchy mood. The meeting seemed pointless in his opinion, but he was still forced to sit through it regardless and fight the urge to doze off.

Then, it had been a day jam-packed full of media duties and sponsorship promotions that he was in no mood for. Everybody had their off days, even Daniel Ricciardo and the people on set could tell. Unfortunately, there was a deadline to be met and they couldn’t keep putting the filming off.

And to top everything off, you had been blowing his phone up all morning, forcing him to turn it off for the rest of the day when the team started to get a bit irritated at the constant interruption.

By the time he headed back to your shared apartment, he was downright exhausted, hungry and in desperate need to just sit on the couch for five minutes before he did anything. He expected you would either be in your office working, or in the kitchen whipping something up for the two of you.

He was surprised to find neither of those options.

Instead, you were pacing around the living room, lost in your own world as you muttered away to yourself. Your head snapped up when he shut the door behind him, your eyes wide like you were a deer caught in headlights. He waited for you to saunter over, press a kiss on his lips as you greeted him like you usually did.

But you just stood there.

“Can we talk?” you eventually blurted out, and a part of him sensed the heaviness in your voice. He knew it wasn’t going to be some silly story, and he didn’t think he had it in him to have the conversation right that second.

“Baby, I just walked through the door, at least let me shower,” he sighed as he shuffled further into the apartment, dropping his backpack near the door before he shrugged his shoes off and placed them beside the others.

“Danny, please—” you started but the exhaustion within him finally snapped, hitting the last dregs of his patience.

“Please, I’ve had a long fucking day at work, I don’t need to hear whatever you’ve been nagging me all day about right this second,” he muttered, his words a little harsher than even he intended. “Just please, give me like thirty minutes alone.”

You blinked before clearing your throat, your eyes instantly looking anywhere but him. He felt a twinge of guilt rush through him.

“Baby—”

But you just shook your head, making your way past him and towards the door as you shoved your feet into the first pair of shoes you could find. “It’s fine, I needed to get something from the shops anyways.”

Daniel sighed. “Sunshine—”

But you were already out the door.

Daniel ran his hands over his face, letting out a small groan before he started making his way deeper into the house. He would make it up to you once you returned, he would make sure of that. But right now, he needed a hot shower and a change of clothes, and maybe some food to help him feel a little more human.

However, when his hand reached out to flip the bathroom switch, the last thing he expected to see when the lights turned on was the plastic stick lying on the counter.

His blood ran cold.

He knew exactly what it was and he didn’t need to step any closer to know. It was a pregnancy test. You had done a pregnancy test. And then, just when he thought he could breathe again, everything started clicking in place.

The phone calls throughout the day. The messages that went unanswered on his side. The sketchy behaviour when he walked through the door and the insistence to have a chat.

You wanted to tell him you were pregnant—with his child—and he had snapped at you.

Daniel swore he could have thrown up there and then as he quickly exited the bathroom, his mind whirling with a million different thoughts as he made his way to the living room. He sat on the edge of the couch, staring at the door as the seconds ticked by like hours as he waited, as he waited for you to come back home, as he waited to say a thousand and more apologies the second you stepped a foot into the threshold of your shared apartment.

When you turned the key in the lock and pushed the door open, the last thing you expected was to be ambushed by your boyfriend into a tight hug that almost made you drop the tub of ice cream you bought.

“Danny—”

“I’m sorry,” his words came out slightly muffled. He then lifted his head, his expression wary and his eyes glossy with tears as he continued. “I’m so fucking sorry. I should have never snapped at you and I should have answered your calls—”

You gave him a sad smile. “Babe, it’s fine—”

“No, no, it’s not,” Daniel said with a shake of his head as he cupped your face in his hands. “I’m gonna be there for you, you hear me? I might have been a jerk earlier but that’s gone now. I’m gonna be here for you, to do whatever you need. I’m gonna be here for you and our baby and—”

“Daniel,” you repeated, gripping his wrists to catch his attention. “I’m not pregnant.”

He shook his head. “Sunshine, you don’t have to lie, I saw the test—”

“It’s negative.”

He blinked, feeling as though the air had been wiped out of him. “What?”

“It came back negative,” you told him, letting out a shaky breath. “I’d been feeling shit the last few days and realised that I was late. I started freaking out and panicking, and I tried calling you on the off chance that you’d be able to come back home.”

Daniel’s eyes softened. “Sunshine.”

“I’m sorry,” you muttered with a sheepish smile. “I was shaking so much, I couldn’t even drive to the shops. I walked, bought the tests and a litre of water and just…chugged it on the way back.”

His thumbs gently caressed the apple of your cheek.

“Those three minutes were the scariest three minutes of my life,” you confessed to your boyfriend, swallowing back the emotions you felt in the back of your throat. “I mean, I don’t even know if I’m ready to be a mother and I just—”

Daniel waited.

“I just wanted you there,” you whispered.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured and he wrapped his arms around you, bringing you close and tight into his chest. It was the comfort you had been seeking all day. “I’m sorry I wasn’t with you, and I’m sorry for being a jerk earlier.”

“It’s fine,” you muttered. “You were stressed.”

“I shouldn’t have taken it out on you,” Daniel retorted and pulled back so he could look at you again. “One day, I hope you will be the mother of my children, and I hope I will be by your side when we find out.”

Your lips twitched. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he grinned softly. “I’m in it for the long run, Sunshine.”

“Me too, Ricciardo,” you whispered before giving him a teasing smile. “Even if you’re a jerk sometimes.”

He laughed softly. “I’ll make it up to you, Sunshine, promise.”

But you just smiled. “I know you will.”

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sunflowersandsapphires · 5 months

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You will become it

pairing: Frank Castle x fem!Reader

summary: When Frank lets the stress of the holidays get to him, he accidentally pushes you away.

Based on the prompt that @hellskitchenswhore posted about: Thanksgiving or Christmas Day with either Matt or Frank, inspired by the quote "If you’re raised with an angry man in your house, there will always be an angry man in your house. You will find him even when he is not there"

warnings: swearing, descriptions of anxiety, allusions to past trauma

a/n: Ugh I could write a MILLION of these because it's so relatable. I hope that this brings you all some comfort this holiday season.

w/c: 3.1k

To no one’s surprise, Frank fucking hated the holidays. After losing Maria and the kids, it was just a horrible time of year filled with bitterness over the gap in his life and the fact he’d never have a normal winter again.

He tended to throw himself into his vigilante work, bringing the most permanent form of justice to assholes all over the city. Thanksgiving and Christmas were spent alone, unless you considered his guns valuable company, eating bland food and steeling himself against the shitty weather because he was too stubborn to buy a thicker coat.

But then he’d met you.

Karen had introduced you over the past summer, sort of. He’d stumbled onto the blonde’s fire escape in the middle of the night—startling the two of you who were having some kind of girls’ night after a tough week. And once Frank had collapsed, unconscious, onto the metal grates he stood on, Karen was forced into an explanation to prevent you from calling the cops.

You’d adjusted to the knowledge that your best friend was willingly helping a fugitive faster than anyone expected—immediately jumping in with wide eyes and assisting Karen as she cleaned and dressed Frank’s numerous wounds.

When he came to, he was settled on Karen’s couch, blankets draped over his lap. Across the room, you sipped from a wine glass as you flipped through the pages of a book. He’d hoarsely asked what you were reading and, after the initial shock from him speaking to you had worn off, you’d smiled and asked if he wanted to read with you.

Frank was eternally smitten by your thoughtful nature. You were an angel on earth and, for some fucking reason, you were determined to brighten Frank’s life with your company, though he repeatedly reminded you that he didn’t deserve you. Despite his bumbling compliments and gruff personality, you’d eagerly agreed when he’d asked you out to dinner a week after meeting you—and you’d been together ever since.

You hadn’t been dating long, your relationship still fresh enough to count the months spent together on one of his rough hands, but his perpetual grouchiness was slowly being chipped away by your adorable smile and apparent need to spend the majority of your time tucked against his side.

Frank had fallen head over heels for you at the speed of light, so saying “no” to your sparkling doe eyes when you batted your lashes at him was damn near impossible. Which was how he found himself in his current predicament.

While out at a bar with you and your colleagues at Nelson, Murdock, and Page, Red—always the antagonist—had smugly asked him if he intended to spend the holidays with you. It wasn’t a secret amongst your circle that you weren’t overly close with your family. One too many bad memories had resulted in a quieter holiday season without said family, a preferred alternative to the hours of manipulation and abuse you’d previously endured during the winter months.

Frank was aware that you didn’t have family plans for Christmas, perfectly comfortable welcoming you into his house for an intimate few days complete with fantastic food (that the two of you would cook together) and cuddling in front of the fireplace as you nodded off. You agreed that it had been the perfect way to spend Thanksgiving, so Frank had assumed you’d be alright having a similar Christmas celebration.

And maybe you would have, had Karen not suggested that Frank host a Christmas celebration at his place for a larger group.

“Frank, you’ve been bragging about the turkey you cooked for a week. It’s honestly rude of you to withhold that from us.” She remarked, smirking at his resulting scowl.

“And on the holiest day of the year too.” Murdock shook his head, shit-eating grin spreading across his face as Frank scoffed.

“Fuck you, Red. We don’t wanna host your sleazy ass for Christmas. Right, sweetheart?” Frank’s confidence had vanished when he saw your bashful shrug.

Avoiding his gaze, you picked at the label on your beer bottle. “I dunno, Frankie. I don’t think I’d mind a few more people…” Your voice was quiet, hesitant, but there was a hopeful edge to it that he couldn’t ignore.

It took him all of 3 seconds to cave to your apprehensively optimistic gaze, his heart melting as you bit your lip nervously. “Sure, darlin’. What the hell?”

He was regretting his hasty agreement now, though.

Standing in his kitchen, surrounded by Karen, Matt, Curtis, and—thankfully—you on December 23rd, trying desperately to get the cheese sauce for his mac and cheese to combine properly as the four of you drank beer and laughed boisterously around him. As always, you were more helpful than anyone else, offering soft praises and sweet smiles as you cooked side by side, but Frank’s irritation was steadily building and even you couldn’t stop it.

It didn’t help that he hadn’t slept well all week, familiar nightmares viciously overtaking his subconscious as soon as he closed his eyes. And the lack of sleep, combined with the way his head was pounding as he worried over the pot on the stove, meant his patience was thinner than a fishing line.

“For fucks sake, thought y’all were here for a goddamn reason. Is this a social event now?” Frank groused, whirling around to face the four people in his kitchen as yet ANOTHER cheese sauce failed to form smoothly.

You all fell silent, though everyone but you rolled their eyes at his grumpy tone. Not used to this side of Frank, your face fell—eyes widening as your partner barked orders, creating a much different atmosphere than the peaceful one that had surrounded your perfect Thanksgiving. Shuffling backwards a step, you stood rigid as a statue as Frank scowled.

“Karen, wash the China I took out. Curt, chop those veggies. Murdock, peel those potatoes.” He pointed to each of them in turn before turning to you. “And clearly I can’t make this shit to save my life so you figure it out while I iron the table cloth.”

Nodding dutifully, you removed the pot behind his hips from the heat, scraping the lumpy bechamel into the trash before making another roux. You knew Frank didn’t mean to snap at you, he was just on edge about hosting the gathering. No one else was concerned about his demeanor, so why should you be? Trying to quell the churning anxiety in your chest, you diligently completed every task you were given, silently whipping up a number of sides as the sun began to set.

Eventually, the five of you had prepped everything but the turkey, including the decorations and table set up. Waving farewell to the other three sous chefs, you lingered by the door as you closed it behind them.

You and Frank had previously agreed that you’d stay over for a few nights to watch Christmas movies and bake cookies, your two favorite traditions that you hadn’t shared with anyone for a few years. However, after witnessing his clear frustration, you were apprehensive. Did he still want you to stay?

Because of your history with men taking their anger out on you, Frank’s discontent had brought out a side of you that you never wished to experience again. You were still pretty sure he hadn’t meant it, but your certainty was fading by the minute.

Stepping back into the kitchen, you began scrubbing at the pots in the sink as quietly as possible, hoping that if you handled the rest of the work in silence, Frank wouldn’t have any reason to be upset with you anymore. Unfortunately for your nervous heart, Frank’s mood wasn’t quite over.

“The fuck are you doin’,” Came a harsh voice from behind you.

Willing yourself not to startle, you stayed facing the sink, your back to your raging boyfriend. “Just cleaning up, love.” Your voice was meek, but it luckily didn’t waver.

“And I ain’t capable of doin’ that myself?” His stern response hit you like a brick. Shutting off the faucet, you wiped your hands on a towel and turned to face him, brow furrowing in confusion.

“Of course I think you’re capable. I wanted to help you, I—“

“It’s funny, really. Y’all wanted me to host this goddamn thing and you don’t think I can do my own fuckin’ dishes?” Frank looked at you, incredulously. He never asked for your pity.

“Frankie—“

“I don’t need your help. Get out.” He said, jerking his head to shoo you out of the room.

Choking on an inhale, your eyes stung with unshed tears. “O-ok, Frankie.”

As he restarted the stream of scalding water, you gathered your things and headed out into the night.

Turning off the tap, Frank dried his hands before surveying his kitchen with a satisfied nod. Banishing you from the kitchen was rude—he knew that—but, ultimately, it had allowed him to unwind while efficiently tidying up the sprawling mess that had manifested during a day of cooking. Exhaling forcefully, Frank felt a pang of guilt in his gut as he remembered how abrasively he'd treated you today. Ready to beg for your forgiveness, and offer a few ways he might be able to make it up to you, he strode over to the couch where he figured you were laying.

“Sorry for kickin’ ya out of the room, sweetheart. Guess I needed a minute to calm down. Did ya still wanna watch a movie?” Rounding the arm of the couch to kneel before you, Frank was hit with a wave of dread as he was met with the sight of empty cushions. Treading into the bedroom, his bed was similarly bare, and his bathroom was dark and vacant.

Heart rate spiking, he spun around in the main room of his apartment, looking for any sign of your whereabouts. Your purse and coat were gone. You’d left, but why?

Suddenly, a chilling thought occurred to him as he replayed your previous conversation.

“I don’t need your help. Get out.”

He hadn’t clarified that he still wanted you here. You thought he had demanded that you leave the apartment altogether, not the kitchen while he worked.

Shit, shit, shit.

Scrambling for his phone, he snatched his keys and flew down the stairs as he dialed your number. The phone rang endlessly as he sprinted to his truck down the block. Eventually, he received your voicemail. FUCK.

Turning his keys in the ignition, he called again. “C’mon, darlin’. Please pick up.”

Getting your voicemail again, Frank growled in frustration, before his screen lit up with a text.

You: Hey, bubba. I can’t talk at the moment. Is something wrong? Are you alright?

Closing his eyes in relief, and gritting his teeth as he was smacked with another wave of guilt, he cursed himself. “Of course I’m not alright,” He thought to himself, “I sent you away, sweetheart.”

Flicking open his phone, he hastily typed out a question.

Frank: Are you at your place?

You: Yes, love.

Frank: I’ll be there soon.

Speeding down the city streets, Frank couldn’t help but wish he’d realized his mistake earlier. Maybe a flower shop would've been open then.

Chewing absently at your thumbnail, a new rush of tears rolled down your cheeks. God, you were such a coward. You’d avoided Frank’s call because you simply couldn’t handle him yelling at you for whatever you’d done to upset him. Instead, you’d texted him, hoping to hide behind a wall of messages as he explained your mistake. But it hadn’t worked that way, he was coming here. To scold you. Maybe even break up with you.

The thought of Frank leaving you because of something you’d unknowingly done to offend him forced the air from your lungs with a sob. Desperately trying to get your emotions under control, you threw back the wine in your glass as you stared blankly towards the door.

The footsteps in the hall were deafening, each one sending a chill down your spine as you willed your aching legs to hold you upright. A key scratched in your lock and the door slid open, the large shadow of your boyfriend extending into your apartment. Huffing out a breath as he addressed you, Frank frowned at your tear-streaked face.

“You cannot just leave like that,” He explained, shutting the door with a loud bang that made you jump. “Did you walk home? It’s dark out!”

Frank stepped forward, reaching his arms toward you and ice flooded your veins as you responded to the familiar motion.

Stumbling backwards, you curled in on yourself. “I’m sorry, Frank. I’m so sorry. So sorry.” Tears splattered on the floor beneath your downcast face. You were trembling, terrified of being screamed at, or worse.

That was when it all clicked for Frank. Your wide eyes as he bossed you around. The way your jaw remained clenched for hours as you cooked. The lack of your giggles and quips and smiles for the majority of the day. You were afraid. He’d made you afraid.

“Oh, sweetheart.” His voice broke as you sobbed, just out of his reach. Each of your choked inhales broke off another piece of his shattered heart. “Oh, honey, no. Don’t be sorry. I’m sorry.”

Crouching in front of you, keeping enough distance to hopefully not spook you further, Frank brought his hands into a placating gesture. As he exposed his palms to you, you looked at him with glassy eyes. “Darlin’ I’m not upset with you. I ain’t ever been upset with ya, not once. I was grouchier than normal today and I didn’t realize I was being too cruel. I ain’t mad, sweet girl. Could never be mad at my sweetheart.”

You nodded, but didn’t seem to be registering his words. Crumbling to the floor in front of him, you were practically hyperventilating at this point, stuttering through apologies between shallow breaths.

“Sweetheart, you’re gonna choke. Let’s sit on the couch for a minute.” Supporting your weight as you collapsed into his chest, Frank scooped you up and carried you over to the couch. He settled down, sitting your shaking body in his lap. Shushing you gently, he tucked your head under his chin, running a broad hand along your spine. “Breathe, sweet girl. Can’t have my baby suffocatin’ because of my dumb ass.”

Breathing deeply to demonstrate the action for you, Frank eventually felt your body still, your inhales evening out.

“‘M so sorry, Frankie.” You whispered hoarsely against his neck.

“Nothin’ to be sorry for, my beautiful girl. You were just tryin’ to help. I’m sorry for bein’ such an ass.” Pulling back from you to study your face, Frank brought a hand up to cradle your jaw as he swiped away the remaining tears from your damp cheeks. “I didn’t mean to send ya home, darlin’. I just wanted you to sit on the couch while I cleaned up.” Continuing quickly as he watched your lips part with another apology, he added, “That ain’t your fault either. It definitely seemed like I was kickin’ ya out. That’s also on me.”

Nodding hesitantly, you leaned into him with a tired sigh. “Ok.”

“Did ya want me to leave, sweetheart? I know I scared you,”

“No!” Your hand came up to grasp his jacket, clinging to him fearfully. “Don’t leave me, Frankie, please.”

“Hey, hey, I ain’t leavin’ unless you want me to, darlin’.” Frank promised, pressing his lips to your forehead. “I’m here as long as you’ll put up with me.”

“I don’t want you to leave.” You murmured, tracing a finger over the folds in his lapel.

“Then I’ll be here.” He assured you, stroking a hand over your back once again as he reclined, tugging you on top of him and covering you both with a blanket from the back of your couch. “Right here. Always.”

The pair of you sat in silence for a spell, focusing on getting your breathing back under control. Eventually, Frank pressed another kiss to your head before offering an explanation. “I shouldn’t have snapped atcha, sweet girl. I was tired, and irritated, and I let it out on all of you. That ain’t fair and I’ll try to keep my cool next time.”

Nodding gratefully against him, you mumbled a quivering “Thank you.”

“Of course, doll. I scared ya when I kicked ya out?” He asked, hoping you’d clarify so he could prevent this panic in the future.

“Mmhmm.” You confirmed. “I, um, I don’t do well when people raise their voices. I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be sensitive.”

“Hey now,” Frank admonished as gently as he could. “I like my sensitive girl. I’ll try not to yell. I didn’t know it would bother you so much, darlin’.”

You shrugged. “People got angry with me a lot when I was a kid. Especially the men in my family. Maybe I was an easy target, I don’t know. But I jump to conclusions now because of it.”

“That makes sense, honey. That’s your brain tryin’ to protect you from big scary guys like me.” Frank joked, but you poked his chest.

“You’re not scary,” You chided. “Just big.”

He chuckled at that. “Well, I’ll try to keep bein’ ‘not scary’ and promise to listen whenever you choose to warn me about this stuff, ok?”

“Ok.” You agreed, lips twitching into a faint smile as he brushed his nose into your hair. Turning your face to his, your lips met in a sweet kiss.

“Have I done anythin’ else that bothers ya?” Frank asked, fear sparking in his chest.

Shaking your head vehemently, you snuggled into him. “No. You’re wonderful.”

“Ok. Just tell me, darlin’. I never want ya to be afraid of me.”

“‘M not afraid of you, Frankie. Promise.”

“Ok, sweetheart. Did ya wanna go to bed, or stay here for a bit?”

“Could we go to your place?” You asked timidly.

“Of course, love. But only if you let me carry you out to the car. My poor girl has had a rough day and it’s my job to make that up to her.”

You giggled. “Mmm kay.”

Frank spoke quietly to you as you traveled back to his apartment, talking about the book he was reading and what he was excited about for the holiday. You remained quiet, the exhaustion of your panic attack weighing on you, but you were filled with a pleasant warmth as Frank shared more of himself with you.

Once he’d carried you into his home and tucked you into bed, you were barely awake.

“Sleep well, sweetheart. I’ll be right here when you wake up.” Comforted by Frank’s rumbling promise, you drifted off, dreaming only of his smiling face.

#frank castle #frank castle x reader #the punisher #frank castle imagine #frank castle x female reader #frank castle x you #frank castle fanfiction #the punisher imagine #the punisher x reader #jon bernthal #jon bernthal fanfiction #frank castle headcanon #frank castle headcanons #my writing #fc

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chez-cinnamon · 11 months

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You mentioned in another post that fionn would join the sleep pile at some point so my question is how would the puppets react to this?

And just fionn softening up in general lol.

It would definitely take them by surprise fgdbgfhbnfgh- A grouch like Fionn joining them out of the blue,, but the majority of them accept this change, Wally and Julie feeling more comfortable sleeping with him around

But in general, reactions to him softening up are as follows:

Wally: kinda surprised at first, but welcomes the change - he now has a drawing buddy!!

Barnaby: relieved to see him let go of his grouchiness a bit, but will tease him about it to no end!

Julie: same as Wally but a bit more cautious initially, afterwards she will jump on his back randomly for piggy back rides!

Frank: certainly surprised him a lot, but gave him a slight chance, he wasn't convinced at first. but after some time he felt a bit more comfortable to the point of Fionn listening to him info dumping about his research on human world butterflies!

Eddie: very protective of Frank so he wasn't convinced either, but eventually he softened up too, both sharing friendly banter.

Howdy: the same as Eddie, but Howdy isn't afraid to call Fionn out on bad habits still

Sally: she was not convinced at all, still isn't but not as much - she still sees him as a rival of sorts, she hates his guts lmao

Poppy: she's very welcoming of the change, happy to see Fionn bloom for the better! She even lets him hug her, that is if he wants to!

#real world au #welcome home #welcome home au #welcome home oc #chezzy ocs fionn #wally darling #welcome home wally #julie joyful #welcome home julie #soft fionn is such a nice thought.......#I'm a sucker for tough characters softening up to their friends or found family #this is certainly a found family!!!#I really bring in my favourite trope to every fandom I go into lmaooo

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Birthday Girl

For my love, thee birthday girl @tightjeansjavi 🖤

🝮 Pairing | (Pre-ellie) Joel Miller x f!reader

🝮 Summary | It’s your birthday, and Joel wants to make you feel special..really special.

🝮 CW | Fluff if you squint, Smutty smut smut. 18+ Minors DNI. Unprotected PiV, Oral (f receiving), pet names, cum eating, spanking, established relationship, talking you through it, slight mutual masturbation, begging-ish.

The soft jingle of your keys opening the front door echoed in the apartment and the door opened, your bag hitting the ground with a thud. It smelled different, like your favorite meal. You turned towards the kitchen and your eyes looked at the table before you that was displayed with a warm dinner set for two. A smile formed on your lips as Joel walked in front of you greeting you with a smirk as he began singing the words to ‘Happy Birthday’. Your hand came up to your lips in surprise, his hands palming your waist. “Happy birthday my lovely girl, happy birthday to you” giggling overpowered the ending of the song as he placed a kiss against your soft plump lips, not wanting to let you go. “That definitely isn’t how the song goes, Miller” you state as you place a hand on his chest, giving a blushing smile. “Well I don’t give a damn, that’s how I wanted it t’sound. Hope you’re hungry baby, made your favorite dinner.” He pulls the chair out from the table for you and hands you a napkin before scooting you in. A bottle of wine emerges from behind him and you look at him wondering where that came from. Too fancy to be from the QZ. “I may have asked Bill and Frank for it and all they wanted in return was some seeds, and maybe a gun Bill’s been eyein’ since we were last there but it’s fine. Anything for my birthday girl” His hand comes up and brushes a piece of hair behind your ear. “Thank you, so much Joel. For everything you’ve done for me, for sticking with me and making me feel like I still matter somehow in this shit mess. Thank you.” He pressed his lips on your forehead and closed his eyes momentarily, soaking in everything around him to remember later. In those small seconds everything felt safe, normal. “You’re welcome darlin. Now, let’s eat.'' He sat down and started to make your plate and you let him as you admired the man who once was just a grouchy asshole to you.

The wine bottle was long gone and the night was slowly coming to an end. You’re in Joels lap, head on his chest as he’s humming random bits of melodies for you. “Did you have a good birthday sweetheart?” his voice was muffled in your ear pressed against his shirt and you sat up slowly to look at him. You grinned and nodded yes, “It was everything I could’ve wanted, I'm just missing one thing.” Before he could ask, you kissed him deeply and grabbed his face to pull him closer. His hands tugged at your shirt to signal to put your arms up, the fabric disappearing within seconds off your body. His mouth traveled down your neck to your chest, leaving hungry kisses on the tops of your breasts. Callused hands found the clasp to your bra which was being flung across the room. “You’re so beautiful. How’d I get so lucky?” His mouth wrapped around your nipple, tonguing circles against it before he sucked on it roughly. He knows how much it turns you on when he does that, he loves to get you as horny as he possibly can before you’re begging to get fucked.

“Mmm Joel-fuck- keep doing t-that. That’s so fucking good baby” he looked up at you and smirked as he sucked your nipple harder while pinching the other in his finger. “Whatever you say, birthday girl.” His hands roamed across your soft back and he pulled you against him tightly as he moaned on your skin. He released your nipple with a pop sound and began toying with it as he sucked in a harsh breath, eyes scanning over your half naked body. “I’m so fucking hard for you sugar, I just wanna strip you naked and fuck you all night long. Make you feel like so special and tear you up you can’t walk in the mornin” The southern accent was thick tonight, he was high on lust. “Take off your clothes for me angel.” He mumbled as he kissed your cheek and spanked your ass hard. You pushed off his chest and stood in front of him, undoing your jeans slowly. He unbuckled his belt and pulled his throbbing cock out, precum dripping from the tip. His hand started rubbing from base to tip, stifling moans as he watched your clothes scatter around the floor. Seeing him jerk off infront of you was new, and fuck did you like it. “Keep going, just like that baby. I wanna see you jerk off to me before I let you fuck my needy pussy.” He was hanging on to every teasing word you spoke. Your hand found its way inside your panties as you rubbed your aching clit and whimpered his name, watching him touch himself. Joel tossed his head back and he groaned loudly, a string of cuss words following. “You will be the death of me woman. Please let me take care of you, I wanna make you feel so good, make you scream my name as loud as you need to, sugar” His hand pumped faster around his cock and you couldn’t take it anymore, you needed him to wreck you, to devour you.

Pushing your panties down to the floor, you stepped out of them and climbed onto his lap and teased your entrance with the head of his cock. He looks at you with pleading eyes to slip it in and he lets out a throaty groan as he feels inside you. “Jesus-fuck baby doll. How do you expect me to not cum inside this pretty pussy, huh?” He said through gritted teeth as he started moving you up and down, grabbing a handful of your breast with his free hand. You’re arching your back, fingers running through his curls and tugging lightly. “Baby you feel so good deep inside me, come here.” With that you lean down and kiss him roughly, your tongues meeting in the middle. You moan in each other's mouth as he grabs your ass to go faster, the familiar smacking sound of skin starting up quickly. Joel grabs a fist full of your hair and pulls you backwards so you’re arching your back deeper, he leans forward to lick both your nipples messily multiple times before he licks up your neck and meets your lips once again with his.

“Joel I’m gonna cum keep going j-just like that plea-se” Your words are broken up with moans and he gives a breathy chuckle as he pounds into you harder. You squeeze your eyes shut in pure bliss as his name leaves your mouth a handful of times in moans as you rub your clit to ride out your orgasm. He kisses your neck and groans in your ear, “Oh that’s it pretty baby, rub that fuckin’ clit for me. You got another one in you don’t you darlin?” Before you’re fully done cumming on his cock, he tosses you against the couch face down and plants himself behind you. He bends down and licks your slick folds, saving your clit for last. He laps up your juices like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted. “I wanna bury my face in your fuckin pussy, you know that sweetheart?” He runs the tip of his cock from your clit to your tight hole, indulging the moans he’s getting from you. His cock slips back inside you and you gasp loudly, covering your mouth with your hand. “No, uncover that pretty lil mouth baby. I wanna hear you be as loud as ya need to. Show me how good I make you feel.” He started thrusting slowly, taking no time to pick up speed. You did exactly what he said, you were being as loud as you wanted. Hell, you were sure the FEDRA guys patrolling outside heard you.

His hips slammed into you and he spanked your ass so hard you were covered in red handprints. Reaching underneath you, you started rubbing tight circles on your clit again. Joel caught on to what you were doing and he loved seeing you touch yourself. “I love the way you rub that clit of yours baby doll, it’s so fucking hot watching you do that when I fuck you” A hand wrapped around your throat and tugged you upwards, your back against his chest. “Sh-shit baby I won’t last much longer” he groaned in your ear. “Fuck sugar, cum with me, cum with me right now. O-oh shit darlin you’re such a good girl, cum for me.” His arms wrapped around your body, one hand grabbing your breast and the other on your waist. That was enough to send you off and you screamed his name, cumming hard on his cock. Your body jolting as your orgasm came like waves. His thrusts were getting sloppy and you knew he was close behind. Joel grunted loudly and you felt him cum inside you, whimpering your name as he thrusted to a stop. You collapsed onto the couch trying to catch your breath as he sat back, breathing heavily. “Happy fuckin’ birthday, beautiful.”

#joel miller #the last of us #joel tlou #joel miller smut #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x you #joel miller x f!reader #tlou hbo

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starleska · 1 year

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okay, OKAY, hear me out! hear me out- wally x a reader who is often down or sad. just think about it. roll it around your brain.

ahhhh thank you for sending in this ask because i am having the roughest sort of week...i hope this helps cheer you up a little 🥰

Wally Darling x Reader Who is Often Down or Sad headcanons

💖 you're no stranger to depression, and this can be difficult for your Welcome Home neighbours to understand. although Frank's grouchiness and Poppy's anxiety are met with affection and kindness, it's often baffling to your new friends what's gotten you so down, or why you don't want to come outside and 'shake off the blues'. you can't stay mad at your pals, as you know they only want to help, but the perpetual happiness grinds away at you and just makes you want to stay in bed. the only one who seems to actually understand is Wally. whenever he sees your friends unintentionally giving you a hard time, he playfully bats them away, telling them to give you space. when you're both out of their earshot, Wally tells you, "Smiling is nice, but it isn't always the right answer. I hope they never have to learn that."

💖 the first time Wally encounters you in a depressive episode, he doesn't try to coax you into fake happiness, or drag you to do an activity. you're curled up under a blanket on the floor, tears clogging your nose and collecting in a puddle under your cheek. you don't know how long you've been there - just that the shadows out of your peripheral vision have moved considerably, and the glare of the sun is no longer on the back of your neck. Wally enters through the back door - you'd given him a key for emergencies - and doesn't ask what's wrong. instead, he sits down next to you, starts humming a sweet and simple tune: something you recognise, but can't quite place. it's the same song over and over, and each time the tune reaches its natural end, Wally pauses, waiting for you to speak up. although you don't have the energy to reply, you're grateful that Wally gives you the opportunity 💙

💖 the ways Wally checks in on you make you feel safe and loved. when you haven't been out of the house for the day you'll always wake up the next morning to find a gift basket full of goodies from Howdy's store on your doorstep, complete with a get-well note from Wally covered in his doodles. on colder evenings, Wally drops by with an extra jumper or blanket; the two of you will cosy up under your layers while Wally recounts silly stories told to him by Barnaby. most often though, when you're drifting from room to room in search for something, anything to occupy your mind: you'll catch sight of Wally through the window. whether he's out playing with the other puppets or gazing dreamily through Home's own windows, Wally always smiles when he catches your eye, and gives you a thumbs-up. sometimes, that's all you need to get you through the rest of the day 🌈✨

#wally darling x reader #wally darling x you #wally darling #welcome home #welcome home arg #starleskasks #starleskawrites

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mediumgayitalian · 18 days

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fic rec friday 10

hi!! welcome to fic rec friday. every week, i pick five fics i have bookmarked and rec them with a little review. check them out!

something borrowed by @rosyredlipstick

In the Solace Wedding Planning agenda, on the fifth page into their summer schedule, there are carefully scrawled out notes reading this: Bride and Groom - Hazel Levesque & Frank Zhang Best Man & Maid of Honor - Percy Jackson & Piper McLean Wedding Court - Annabeth Chase & Jason Grace Mellie & Gleeson Hedge Reyna Ramírez-Arellano & Leo Valdez Ring-bearer - Chuck Hedge Flower-boy - Nico di Angelo - Will plans wedding and now, apparently, Nico stars in one. Except...sometimes there's a bit more confusion on that last part. AKA the AU where Will plans weddings and thinks Hazel and Frank are going to have to cutest, gap-toothed ten year throwing flowers down the aisle, all while wondering why this 'Neeks' guy is always hanging around, and what business he has looking that good.

yes i am back on my rosyredlipstick (dude she's GOOD okay). however this one is my favourite i think. this is the kinda story you could use to explain to people what dramatic irony is bc LORD i wanted to SHAKE THEM 😭😭 will falling like deeply in love with nico and being intensely stressed about everything the whole time is so real and on brand. i love him and i love the fond exasperation that just bleeds from this fic its GREAT

2. Rental Love by @rosyredlipstick

*Read Terms & Conditions - Male/22/Long Island N.Y.C. Tired of showing up stag at holiday events? Want your family to stop thinking there’s something wrong with you? Just want some arm candy for a work event? Look no further. Your solution is here! I will attend holiday events with you as your paid date. Accepting all genders as applicants. Email [email protected] if interested. Interview & application will be set up there. - Nico di Angelo has been telling Hazel Levesque about his boyfriend for weeks. The bad part? Nico doesn’t have a boyfriend, the holidays are coming up, and not all of Jason’s ideas are horrible. They’re all a bit surprised about the last one.

THE LEVEL OF STUPID THAT THEY ARE...😭😭 kills me fr. like this whole fic is just a manifestation of truly one of the best tropes of all time…..like what if we took a hallmark movie and made it gay as all hell. iconique indeed

3. A Match in the Making by @coconutcranberries-blog

“You’re a morning person,” Nico muttered, rubbing his eyes with the heel of his palms. He ran a hand through his black hair, which stuck up in disarray, the same way it did every morning. He was a mess, and Will Solace looked annoyingly put together, and Nico didn’t even care, really, he didn’t.

friendship is the core of romance!! it is!! every time!!! and it's such a core in this fic....which is fucking??? ten years old??? im just realising?? jesus christ??? anyways. "Nico had the sudden, warm feeling that Will Solace had never bought his act." i YELLED

4. Perception by scorchedtrees

In which everyone thinks Nico and Will are together.

i love this trope i love it SO BAD. both ways. when your love is so obvious that no one misses it.....love to see it truly. and will can have one second of beingn smooth and not a dweeby loser. as a treat

5. the world is brighter than the sun now that you're here by @finalizer

It was hard, Nico eventually concluded, to maintain one’s air of spooky otherworldly detachment with a blinding ray of sunshine trailing one step behind him every minute of every day.

grouchy nico my beloved truly. honestly hes such a bitch i love him like "Seriously, give the guy a perm and a few cats and he’d be that weird aunt that everybody avoided around the holiday season." why does he ALWAYS have something vile to say 😭😭 hes a mood fr

thank you for joining me this saturday friday!! happy reading!!

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itwasthereaminuteago · 8 months

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Frank Castle x female reader

Tags/warnings: broken bones, masturbation, slightly bratty pillow princess reader, oral, fingering, penetrative sex.

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W/c: ~3200

You wished you had a cool backstory, an epic tale that involved maybe saving a dog from being run over by a truck, protecting an old lady from a mugger, or helping stop a horde of ninjas taking over Hell’s Kitchen, but no… the reason that both your wrists and most of your hands were currently wrapped in rigid plaster casts was the result of just being a little bit too tipsy. It wasn’t even really your fault if you dug right into it, it was Karen who had invited you out to Josie’s while Frank was out running rooftops with Matt for the past week or so. You were bored and just wanted to relax and have a bit of fun. It wasn’t fair (or your fault) that you didn’t possess any super senses or were particularly competent in any useful skill other than downing the infamous ‘eel’ (or probably more like ‘worm’) contained in the disturbingly cloudy bottle of tequila in the aforementioned bar, and if the pavement had been uneven (again, not your fault) and you tripped over, flung out your arms to brace yourself and stop yourself from falling right on your face then…

Frank wasn’t impressed. Barely sympathetic when he heard your pained complaints as you sobered up late the next morning, making you wince and swear blind at him as he checked out both your swollen and bruised limbs to confirm, “Yep, you’ve broken em.” he said in a grouchy ‘it’s your own fault’ kinda way. Boo.

Unfortunately, this time your comfort method had backfired spectacularly. You woke up in the middle of the night hornier than you’d been for a long time. The wrong-sized sweatpants were bunched up between the apex of your thighs rubbing against your clit as you tossed and turned in your sleep, the crotch of them was almost drenched with how turned on you were and now you just wanted nothing more than to get off.

You huffed in frustration, you’d gone to bed last night like every other night for the past while, alone. With Frank away until the early morning you usually slung on one of his t-shirts and sometimes a pair of his sweatpants so you could snuggle down to sleep with his scent around you.

You reached down with one hand, slipping your few free fingers under the waistband of the soft fabric to slide them between your slippery folds as you let your knees fall open with a soft sigh. You squirm around as you teased yourself a little, Frank's shirt riding up and exposing your stomach and the undersides of your breasts. You try tweaking and pulling at your nipple while you rubbed your finger over your clit, but no matter which way you try to move, you couldn’t get your arm in the right position.

You reach the other hand down and gather up some of the slick wetness at your entrance before pushing your first two fingers inside. It feels good and you start to moan as you slide them in a little further and speed up the ones that are circling your clit. Or try to. With the knuckles of your fingers almost all covered by the cast you’re not nearly as dexterous, you can't flex your wrist or move them and play with yourself the way you usually do, or the way Frank does…

Shit. Nevermind, you could still fuck yourself, couldn’t you?

All your sex toys are battery powered and all the fucking batteries are dead and you keep forgetting to buy any more, because ‘Frank’s always gonna be there to make sure I’m satisfied, I’m never gonna need another toy again’. The drunken boast you made to Karen a few nights ago not sounding quite so true now…

You shift about trying to reach further with both hands, desperately trying to curl the fingers that are inside and stimulate that spongey spot that nearly always makes you soak Frank’s hand, try to make the tight, fast circles around your swollen clit that have your toes curling. But it’s no use, you can’t reach the angle, you can’t get the speed, you can’t push yourself over that edge that you so desperately wanna fall over.

You have an idea, grabbing Frank’s pillow from next to you, pushing it down between your thighs and squeezing them tightly together as you try to get yourself off by humping it. Again, you creep a bit closer but it's not enough, you can’t finish, you can’t make yourself come.

Thinking about his thick fingers and his talented tongue isn’t helping. Thinking about his perfect, cock ramming into you and splitting you open ISN’T HELPING.

“FUCK!” you almost scream, working your hips, trying to get leverage, probably looking like a dog in heat. You don’t care, you are a bitch in heat, you need to be fucked. Where the fuck was Frank, shouldn't he be back by now?

“God…DAMMIT!!!” you yell as you fling the pillow across the room and go back to trying with your fingers again. Tears are pricking at the corners of your eyes, you just want to have a nice orgasm and go back to sleep and then maybe Frankie will slip into bed beside you and everything will be okay.

You could call him. He had always said ‘only if it’s an emergency.’ Well, this is a fucking emergency Frankie. You reach for your phone, awkwardly holding it in one stiff hand and jabbing the screen with the other. It rings out.

Wait…

You hear a vibrating buzz coming from the next room, He’s left his fucking phone at home.

Vibrating…buzz?

Maybe you could put it in a sock or something and-

No.

BLEEP-BLOOP.

Yes. Its a fucking emergency after all. You get up and retrieve the phone, quickly setting an alarm to go off in the next minute before slipping it inside a clean sock and clambering back into bed, holding it in your hand, pressing it into your clit.. You’re a genius, you think to yourself as the alarm silently goes off and our clit gets buzzed delightfully by the regular rhythmic vibrations. It’s not long until you’re nearing that precipice again, pleasure building and building. You wish you could change the settings to make it faster, make it extra vibratey but it’ll do, it’s fine, it’s good, oh it’s so good, fuck, you’re almost… almost-

You throw the phone and sock across the room to join the pillow in the realm of failed improvised sextoys, groaning as you squeeze your thighs together to try to relieve the persistent ache there.

It stops. You're panting, quickly pulling the phone out of the sock and pressing on the side button, Nothing. You try again… nothing. The battery has only gone and fucking died. You could cry.

Then, there’s the sound of keys in the door lock.

Holy hell your sinful prayers have been answered! He’s home!

You sit up on the bed on your knees, Frank’s ruined sweatpants long discarded on the floor, his shirt too long and draping over your spread thighs as you wait in anticipation for him to come in and take you hard.

He almost stumbles over the pillow and clothes littering the floor. “Aww jesus christ babygirl,” he whispers under his breath, “why is all this shit-” He looks up, realising you’re awake and sitting there staring at him like he’s cake.

He’s quiet, probably not wanting to wake you up thinking you’re fast asleep, not dripping wet and desperately rabid. You listen to him piss, wash his hands, face, and brush his teeth before he makes his way into the bedroom.

“Hey, what’re you still doin’ up?” he asks, leaning across to switch on the bedside lamp.

It’s then he clocks the absolutely wild look in your eyes as you clasp around his arm as best you can.

“Couldn’t sleep. Too horny.” Your staccato response has him raising his brows as you’re still tugging at his arm and trying to get him into bed with you. “I need to come!”

Crinkles appear in his forehead as he tilts his head in confusion. “Why didn’t ya have a lil playtime sweetheart? You know I’m usually not back home till early. ‘Sides you’re usually out cold snorin’ next to me after a couple of orgasms.' he chuckles as your mouth turns downward in a frown.

“Oh yeah, wow, didn’t think of that!" You snark. "I can’t get myself off Frankie,” You hold up your forearms. “i've tried everything! Stupid casts won’t let me and your stupid phone that you left here ran out of battery or it woulda made a half decent vibrator!” you pout.

“Say what now?" Frank starts to laugh. "Oh damn. That’s some shitty karma right there ain’t it honey? Hah!”

You make a growling sound that sounds ridiculous even to your own ears as your pouty face becomes even more extreme. “It’s not funny! I’m actually dying, I need to come and you've gotta help me!”

Frank gently shakes free of your grasp. “Don’t think so sweetie, this is what’s called ‘payback’. A lil lesson in why not to get stinkin’ drunk on wormrot at that fucking dump of a bar.”

“Just ‘cos you don’t know how to have any fun! Big, grouchy, fucking ass! You know you want a piece of this.” you drawl as you turn around baring and shaking your naked ass and glistening pussy at him. “Huh? C’mon Frankie,” you whine, “Fuck me.”

"Now that… that's just rude, baby." Frank shakes his head distractedly as he shrugs off his canvas jacket and sits down on the bed, his back leaning against the wall. "Not gonna ask how it went tonight, if I'm alright? Coulda been injured or somethin'."

You turn your head and look him over. "Are you injured?"

"No." He grabs the scruff of the t-shirt you're wearing and pulls you back against him. “Jesus christ.” he grumbles as you almost fall into his lap. “S’that my shirt?”

"Is that so?" Frank barks out a laugh as he finally cups, kneads and squeezes one of your breasts in his hand making you moan. He grips one of your wrapped up wrists with his other hand. "Sweetheart, this is gonna be an extended lesson, so pay attention."

You nod, sighing as his big hands start to run up your sides, rucking up the fabric and just barely brushing over the sides of your breasts. “Mmn, I was wearing your gray pants too, but I kinda messed them up. In a way, it’s your fault I'm horny so you should really be helping me out.”

You tip your head back so you can see his face, your eyes wide and dark in the low light of the lamp. "Don't need a lesson Frankie, just need your dick, your mouth, your fingers, god- just anything!"

"Nah. You gotta ask nice baby, or you ain't gettin' shit." Frank growls and it sends a shiver through you as he stares you down. You love it when he takes control and gets a little mean and you encourage it. But, you still just want him to take care of you so you change your tactics.

"Okay I won't get stupidly drunk, fall over and break both wrists ever again if you do this for me now!" You grind your ass against the crotch of his jeans and he hmms and places a soft kiss on the side of your neck that only makes your blood run hotter.

"You're a little minx." He counters, unmoving.

"You can do better than that princess."

Your mouth drops open with a degree of mock offense. "I'm in a great deal of distress, you can't leave me like this, it's cruel!"

You huff and he smiles, still waiting patiently for you to break. Fine.

"Pleeeeease Frank," you begin to beg, wriggling in his arms. He lifts his gaze up to the ceiling as if in deep consideration. You're so extremely frustrated, wound so tight, you can't deal with his teasing mood right now.

"Frankiiiie, please, need you…" you keep begging, turning in his arms, pawing at him all pathetic and awkward with your cast wrists, your eyes wide and shining. "Only you can make me feel soooo good, just please, please..?" You pepper soft kisses all over his face and lips until he fixes you with those deep brown eyes. "I'll make it so good for you too," you purr, scratching your nails through the short fuzzy hair at the back of his neck that never fails to make him give in.

"Goddamn… shit. Has Red been givin' you negotiating tips on the sly? Alright sweetheart c'mon," he eases you up off his lap, laying you down on your back and you watch as he reaches behind grabbing the back of his shirt and pulling it off over his head in one movement. When he's kicking off his boots and starts unbuckling his belt you feel the butterflies awaken in your belly, coyly drawing your knees up towards your chest, suddenly so submissive as he strips fully naked and prowls to you. He wrenches your legs open, wasting no time in burying his face between your thighs, tongue dragging right up the very center of your cunt as his strong hands grip your flesh. Your body snaps up off the mattress as he sucks hard at your needy clit, you're trying not to smack your hands off the bed which would potentially cause you even more damage so you settle for clawing at the sheets instead as Frank groans along with you, the vibrations of it pushing deep into your throbbing core as he takes you so quickly all the way up to that sweet edge you've been chasing all night.

His eyes flutter closed at the sensation. Fuck yes, you've got him.

Your eyes shut tight, the back of your head digging into the pillow and your back arching up off the bed as he's utterly relentless in his mission to make you come apart on his tongue. It's not long till he succeeds, you've been ready for it for what feels like hours, giving yourself over as the pure pleasure of an orgasm finally hits you like a truck. You moan loud, likely waking the neighbours as the thick waves of long-awaited bliss judder through your body, whimpering incessantly as he doesn't stop there, kissing your clit as he eases two thick fingers inside your pussy. He curls them, rubbing the sweet spot you were unable to reach, fucking them in and out of you and relishing in your clipped gasping cries as you feel yourself coming all over again in a matter of minutes. It's quick and powerful and Frank palms his crotch as your pussy walls contract around his fingers.

"Fuck yes, god, please just- ahhh!" The sensation of him sliding in and slowly stretching you open, no matter how ready you think you are, always makes your eyes roll back in your skull. And when he's fully sheathed inside as close as you both can be, his forehead resting softly against yours, nothing can ever compare.

You feel him move over you before you open your eyes again, his hips shifting between your legs as they fall open, the head of his cock bumping against your inner thigh as he lifts one of your legs higher to give him access.

"Hey princess," the thick, dark honey of his tone seeps right down into your bones and raises your skin in goosebumps. "You still good, baby? You still want me, huh?" He checks in, holding his cock in his hand and wetting the fat head of it in your copious arousal.

He fills your senses, his solid strength around you, his familiar scent tinged with that of the streets he's been patrolling, mixed with a bit of stale sweat, and the tang of fresh blood from the tiniest split in his lower lip. You stick out your tongue to lick over it, smirking a little as he hisses at the brief sting. Then he presses back, his lips against your lips, his tongue slow, sure and sinful as he kisses you properly and you can't help but melt into it.

"Yeah, there you go," Frank coos as he snaps his hips fast and hard making you whimper. "You gonna give me one more, make it good f'me?"

When he eventually pulls back the look in his eyes is soft, but then he starts to move and it's not gentle. You asked him to fuck you and fuck you is exactly what he's gonna do.

You can only breathe his name as he quickly coaxes you to yet another soaring high. You can't hold onto him the way you're yearning to with your stupid casts in the way, but you try your best, your fingers clawing up his broad back while he ruts into you. He feels so fucking good, always so good, and whether he's tender or brutal with your body his immense love for you is always so clear. He'd do anything for you, even if you are a fucking idiot sometimes.

"Fuuuck, attagirl baby, that's it, y'gonna come f'me?" He has his left arm braced by your shoulder, the other hand with fingers splayed across your throat just where it drives you insane. You didn't think you could after the intensity of the first two orgasms but when you whimper and nod he slides his hand down between your hot bodies to focus his attention on your swollen clit. He knows just the speed and pressure you need along with the way he's fucking his cock in and out of you with long, deep strokes. He swears, low and sexy as you clench and come around him with a high breathy moan, his rhythm rapidly faltering as you bring him to his end too and he unloads inside of you with a gorgeous moan.

"Mmhn… Frankie!" You warn him that you're close as he pushes your thighs back towards your chest, almost folding you in half as he pounds you into the bed.

You stay in each other's arms for a time, until you feel too gross and sticky. Frank helps you have a quick shower without getting your casts wet, bundling you up in a fluffy towel while you sleepily enquire about his evening's exploits. You listen as best you can about the low level gang of assholes that had their asses handed to them by him and Red that night, tracing your fingers gently over his brow where you discover another little cut and bruise you'd hadn't noticed before now.

"Y'told me you weren't injured," you gently scold, your eyes heavy.

"It ain't nothin' big, not like this." He says, tapping your wrist before gently kissing the little scowl off your face with a sly chuckle.

"Yeah okay, thank you, I've learned my lesson, no need to rub it in mister…" you try to stifle your yawn and Frank reaches over to turn off the bedside lamp and cuddles you close to his chest.

"You feelin' better now sweetheart?"

He smiles to himself and kisses the top of your head as your soft snores come as a reply. "G'night princess."

#frank castle x female reader #frank castle smut

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