#bullet fic

[dilf-docs]

⣴♬ golden hour

summary: the one where ellie finds out the truth before joel. hell, even before you do ; based on this. warnings: mdni (+18), smut, mentions of pregnancy wc: 793 side note: sorry for disappearing, uni makes me want to kms. thank u for ur request!

pairing: joel miller x girlfriend!younger fem reader

boyfriend!joel who doesn't know if it's the latest patrol or that cake seth baked for your birthday the reason you've been sick the past two weeks.

boyfriend!joel who fucks the stomach bug out of you, making the wood from the old bed crack under his messy thrusts, fucking you senseless like he always does. perks of having an older partner: having him inside you (this is the end of the world, no time to find the scarce condoms left) without worrying about having a baby. he's old, he's hot, and most importantly, can't have kids anymore. (or so you thought)

boyfriend!joel who insists on taking you to jackson's resident doctor when the next day, you rush to the bathroom to puke first thing in the morning. you insist it's fine, that you usually tend to get sick easily (not very helpful on an apocalypse, but okay)

boyfriend!joel who pretends he hasn't noticed slight changes in you: your mood, late night cravings (he almost had a heart attack when he woke up for a glass of water water and found you in the kitchen, eating silently in the dark), how your breast seemed more sensible when his tongue licked circles around the pebbled nubs, and the same insistent sickness.

boyfriend!joel who brings you food or any pretty thing that reminds him of you he finds on patrol since you haven't been going due to your indisposition. you always receive your hardworking tired boyfriend with kisses that end with him fucking you day and night despite your stubborn stomach bug. it's been three years; romance ain't dead!

boyfriend!joel who comes home to find ellie sitting on the porch, a rather thoughtfull expression on her face. "what's up, kid?" she barely regards him, eyes narrowed and chin resting on her hand. "i've been... thinking" she replies on a strange tone, "i have a suspicion". joel is bored so he entertains the teenager. "oh, yeah? what it is it?" but she shrugs, like keeping the mystery to herself is funnier. "won't tell me your secret?" he teases. "you'll find out for yourself" she replies criptically, making joel sigh. "i just wonder when"

boyfriend!joel who is eating with his two girls dinner that same day, holding your hand over the table as you try to eat without emptying your stomach later. your body: message not received. you haven't even finished eating the pasta when your throat acts up and you rush to your usual bathroom-vomit-trip. you pretend you don't know what's going on with you, coming out with a (in your opinion) convincing smile.

boyfriend!joel who can't keep seeing you sick; he hates seeing you not being okay. joel should've insisted more: you're as headstrong as him, and while he normally finds it endearing or hot, he's not aroused right now. "that's it, we're goin' to the doctor tomorrow. first thing in the mornin' if ya' don't throw up all the way there". you cross your arms, ready to protest, when ellie, like only she would, blurts out what's been in her mind: "you're pregnant, aren't you?". joel may or may not have fainted at that.

boyfriend!joel who gets a test for you during his next patrol shift, so nervous he clumsily drops plenty of boxes enough to draw noise and send a clicker his way; his patrol partner kills it with ease. who's even more anxious when he hands you the test for you to take. "it's five minutes" you inform before closing the door. it's the longest 300 seconds of his life.

boyfriend!joel who feels your body colliding against his, almost making him lose his balance as he holds you tightly, feeling your little sobs rocks him slightly. a comforting hand goes through your hair; to ground you. you blabber some nonsense, but all he can think of is the feeling of your rapid hearbeat against him. "joel" you sob his name, so many emotions coursing through you, but mostly, fear and joy. "i know" he says, softly. trying to calm you before calming himself. he too feels many things. "i know"

boyfriend!joel who is about to kiss you before ellie interrupts: "cut the crying, you sappy idiots. did it work?"

boyfriend!joel who watches the girl's eyes lit up as you confirm her assumption, holding the pregnancy test like a surrendering sign as you extend your palm. "does it mean i'm gonna be a sister?" she asks, excitedly. your boyfriend can't help but warm up at her words, immediately going soft. "yes, ellie. you gon' have a sibling, it seems". and then, instead of saying something sweet like her initial reaction, she makes joel choke in his own saliva as she says: "not bad, grandpa. not bad"

[002yb]

Jason's crush being exposed by the Titans. And while they think it's sweet, Jason feels patronized and ridiculed and so, so embarrassed.

Because Dick is there.

Because it's obvious that Dick already knew.

So Jason runs. Robin is already an ill-fitting mantle and the Titans don't feel like family - no one does. But Dick was something close. Because Dick was Robin and Robin has always been the only safe place Jason knows.

It's not a crush. It's a feeling of gratefulness for the legacy Dick left. It's admiration for being able to be safe; for being able to make others feel safe in that same way.

It's not a crush. It's a respect so deep that it makes him want to be braver, stronger, better. It's a love so devastating it makes his heart ache for all the hope he feels - the freedom he has.

Robin is the greatest good Jason has ever known. He's the greatest good Jason will ever have.

It's not a crush.

It's not-

Dick finds him tucked away, someplace low but secure. Curled small, ears burning. And he doesn't fit, but he stays with Jason anyway.

And Dick is good at comforting people. So even though Jason is embarrassed, Dick makes light. Playful when he says that he's glad to set Jason's standard for later; gentle when he tells Jason that he deserves good things and good people and good - good, good, good.

It's overwhelming to hear. No one's ever told him anything so kind.

It's not a crush.

And this - Jason doesn't feel embarrassed about this at all. It's true; it's real. He's certain of it even when Dick laughs under his breath, endeared; even when he makes a face at Jason and teases him about being able to do better.

Only Jason won’t. This love is it for him. He’ll never love anyone more; Dick is the love of his life.

The tragic thing is - Dick is. Because Jason dies before he could ever love anyone else.

And Dick has to live with that.

It's no consolation, but Dick gives Jason what he can. Flowers on Valentines and a shared cigarette on his birthday and the Joker's blood on his hands some day later when the grief is too much because Jason deserved better.

Good things and good people; good, good, good.

[ofsunshineandfoxes]

If neil and andrew ever went to a fair:

Andrew walks around with cotton candy, Neil gets a big pretzel

They share a caramel apple, once all the sweet is gone andrew hands the rest of the apple off to neil

Neil of course plays a bunch of the shooting/aiming games and is great at them

He wins a giant stuffie and gives it to andrew who walks around with it the rest of the day

Andrew pretends to hate it but he holds onto it super tight

Neil goes on some of the rides, andrew does not

But he waits patiently at the bottom for him tracking his every movement with his eyes just in case

Andrew plays a few of the games but he puts in minimal effort

He wins a tiny little rubber duck that he gives to neil anyway. It’s no match for the giant stuffie neil won so he’s a little insecure about it

Neil holds onto that thing with a death grip like it’s the most important treasure he’s ever held and he’s terrified to lose it

Andrew stares at the barn with all the animals so neil pulls them over

They go inside and andrew stares at all the bunnies for a while, finally pointing to one in the corner and saying that one’s neil

It’s brownish and a little scraggly but still cute

As they watch a white bunny hops over and starts grooming it

Andrew grunts in disgust but holds on a little tighter

[autisticlenaluthor]

tw: ptsd, death, blood

when nat’s dad dies, she can’t stand to look at herself. it doesn’t matter how many times she tries to scrub herself clean - she can always see his splattered blood on her face. and it doesn’t help that the trailer showers have never made her feel clean. now, she just feels permanently tainted.

nat quickly comes to the conclusion if she changes her appearance, maybe she’ll feel somewhat okay again. she can make herself look so unrecognizable that she’ll no longer see the girl who killed her father when she looks in the mirror. instead, she’ll see someone new.

nat goes to the drug store one day after school and gets lost in the boxed bleach/dye section. with five dollars in her hand, she stares at the selection, overwhelmed with all the choices. after ten minutes of mind numbing indecision, she grabs some off brand bleach and goes to check out.

she’s on line when she hears someone calling her name. she looks back to see jackie a few places behind her - smiling and waving.

they aren’t close at this point. nat’s only been on the team a few months and after the whole thing with her dad - there’s been distance between her and the girls. she can’t say she doesn’t understand it, though. if she thought someone had murdered their father, she wouldn’t exactly jump at the opportunity to be their best friend either. but jackie’s smiling like none of that ever happened (though, nat figures, jackie’s always like that) which is somehow even more confusing.

jackie skips the others in line so she can stand with nat and shushes the old woman behind her who rolls her eyes. she explains to nat that she’s picking up meds for her mom and nat doesn’t miss the irritation in how jackie says it. she doesn’t push, though. she understands enough to know how it is.

when jackie sees the bleach in nat’s hand, she smiles and excitedly claps her hands.

“are you giving yourself a makeover?” she asks. “can i help?”

the choice of words paired with jackie’s excitement would make nat think she were a bully if it came from anyone else. but nat has learned jackie has always had a genuineness to her - even if she comes off a bit abrasive. so nat accepts the offer.

she takes jackie back to the trailer. she can see how uncomfortable jackie is with the mess and all the clutter - her mom’s hoarding has gotten worse ever since her dad. but jackie doesn’t mention it, which nat appreciates.

in the bathroom, jackie insists they read all the instructions meticulously before starting. “they’re there for a reason” and “you don’t want to look like a freak from one stupid mistake”. it stings a bit, even if jackie doesn’t mean it that way.

jackie is careful as ever working with nat’s hair. she brushes it out then parts it into sections while nat asks how she got so good at this. jackie explains she lightens her hair/does her own highlights sometimes. nat admits she always thought jackie went to a salon and jackie says that normally, she does. she pauses for a moment then says something vague about how it’s one of those privileges her mom likes to withhold sometimes. she doesn’t elaborate further, though. it feels stupid to complain when she knows her life must be so easy compared to what nat’s going through.

once her hair is in foils, nat takes jackie back to her room. she lets jackie poke through her dvd question and rolls her eyes when jackie asks “who’s this?” to almost every single one. when that gets boring, they play cards and talk. at first, it’s mostly about soccer - jackie hates the new uniforms and nat agrees, they make them look like dweebs. but it gradually delves into something else. jackie admits she’s always admired nat’s style; she thinks it’s cool how unapologetically herself she is. when nat asks what she means, jackie shrugs. she says she likes how she wears whatever she wants whenever she wants. that she isn’t held back by rules.

eventually nat asks - “why are you here?”

it’s been the lingering question this whole time. because sure, jackie’s something like a friend, but she isn’t this kind. she’s not the hang out after school and do each others hair kind of friend. shauna’s that person. it’s jackie and shauna, always has been. and something about getting all buddy-buddy and spilling secrets with jackie taylor feels weirdly what natalie imagines an affair must feel like.

jackie gets quiet for a moment and nat can see her debating the answer. for a second, she thinks back to the pharmacy and wonders if it has something to do with her mom and the pills or the weird tension that’s been between her and shauna since homecoming. if it is - jackie doesn’t say any of that. she just puts on that fake smile she always uses when she can’t get around the truth and shrugs it off.

“i don’t know, isn’t this just what girls do?” she asks.

nat shrugs too. she’s never been allowed to just be girls with someone.

[redtsundere-writes]

Ear Cleaning | Sukuna Ryomen

king!sukuna ryomen x servant!reader

Sypnosis: The king wants his ears cleaned and he chooses the new servant to do it. Contents: king x servant, kinda fluffy i guess, a lil bit of humilliation, threat, hugs, one bed. Word count: 750 words. Author's note: I like this dynamic, I'll probably write it again in the future. Let me know what you think :)

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AO3/WATTPAD VERSION

> Sukuna Ryomen had a lot of servers. They trembled if those scary red eyes of his laid on them. Everyone tried to avoid him at all costs to avoid performing tasks that involved being near him, especially cleaning his ears.

> Sukuna Ryomen hated having his sensitive ears touched but it was necessary if he wanted to have his five senses ready for every battle. He didn't want to clean his own ears because what kind of king cleans his own ears?

> Sukuna Ryomen began his search for a faithful servant to do such a task. As everyone was hiding from him, he ended up choosing you, the youngest and most inexperienced servant in the castle. He ordered you to follow him to his room and the other servants began to bless you in your way there in case they never saw you again.

> Sukuna Ryomen leaned back on his luxurious divan for you to start working. Like the evil motherfucker he is, he didn’t forget to threaten you first: "You'd better do your job well or I’ll kill you," he spat. You swallowed dryly because it was the first time you cleaned his ears and if you didn't do your job well, this would be your last.

> Sukuna Ryomen closed his eyes as you carefully cleaned the outside of his ear with a cotton swab. Your hands were gentle around his sensitive ears and the friction did not bother him because it was so minimal. Your fingers felt warm, which helped him relax. You wish you could be as relaxed as he was because were cold sweating and every move you made was calculated to not bother your majesty.

 > Sukuna Ryomen felt a shiver run down his back as you stuck a small wooden spatula into his ear to remove the excess earwax that prevented him from hearing well. "Tell me if it hurts, your majesty" you warned in a shaky voice. "Just do your job," he replied reluctantly.

> Sukuna Ryomen was falling asleep until you asked him if he could lie down on his opposite side so that you could continue the job in his other ear. He did so with a grunt of annoyance, as he was very comfortable on that side.

> Sukuna Ryomen let out a groan as soon as you stuck the spatula in too far. You paralyzed thinking he would kill you instantly. "More careful, can't you do something so simple?" he growled annoyed. You apologized immediately and continued on your task. As soon as your magic fingers touched his ear, his anger faded slowly.

> Sukuna Ryomen yawned as soon as you finished. It was getting late and you had to get back to the kitchen as soon as possible to help with dinner. Instead, he ordered you to stay and said, "Let the servants take care of it. Come here and massage my head."

> Sukuna Ryomen was lying on his gigantic bed with his head in your lap. Your fingers massaged his temples in circles softly. If you paid close attention, you could hear him purring lightly like a contented kitten even though he wasn't physically as cute as one. You started to feel less stressed since he seemed to be enjoying your attention.

> Sukuna Ryomen had fallen asleep, so you decided to sneak out of his room to join the other servants. As soon as you got off the bed, you heard that dreaded voice behind you. "Who said you could leave?" You stopped frozen in your place and turned to face him. "Come and lie with me." Your heart bounced on your chest as you heard that command, but you couldn't say “no” to the king. 

> Sukuna Ryomen pulled you into his strong arms like you were a full size teddy bear. The warmth of his body and yours merged, causing the temperature to rise between you. You had heard how badly he treated his concubines, so you were afraid he would do the same to you. All concern disappeared when he began to slowly caress your body carefully to not scratch you with his claws.

> Sukuna Ryomen didn't snore like you thought he would. He made a lighter, quieter sound, almost like a kitten with a stuffy nose. His arms wrapped around your waist and shoulders. His heavy breathing and comfortable chest encouraged you to fall asleep. "His majesty's orders" you thought so you wouldn't feel guilty about falling asleep while the other servants ran around the castle.

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Masterlist.

[w0rms-w0rms-w0rms]

I know all of the scenes that need to be in this chapter but I don't know the order, why must I exist only for the sake of suffering

[anothericarus1920]

Step (-ping Up) Dad

Bruce dies in Ethiopia, not Jason.

There's a sad funeral and Jason vows to continue as Robin to carry on the legacy.

Abt 3 months after the funeral, he goes on patrol and Tim finds him.

Tim is in a cheap batman costume and uses a fake growly voice and is like "dw Robin I've got your back"

Jason is like "wtf"

Jason tries to derail Tim so many times, but each time only makes him more determined to help out.

Meanwhile Dick and Alfred are mourning Bruce together and have no idea abt the 12 year old parenting their 15 year old.

Alfred doesn't know bc Jason thought it would be over by now

Dick doesn't know because he and Jason are on rough terms still

Tim starts sending care packages home with Jason. They have soup and blankets and books and socks ect

Alfred brings one in from the doorstep and is like "ayo Master Jason wtf"

Jason explains

Alfred invites Tim to stay at the Manor

Tim accepts and it goes surprisingly well. He helps with homework and meals and patrol

No one can stop him. He likes it and he's good at it and it gives him purpose

Abt 7 months after the funeral, Dick visits for brunch with Alfred and sees Tim at the table

Cue angry and confused Richard

Tim explains that he saw Robin needed help and it somehow translated to him becoming a tiny dad

Dick calms down is goes "OK you can be Jason's dad, but you're my little brother"

Tim goes "lol bet" and dads the heck out of him

Now he has two sons who are older than him

While this is going on, Bruce wakes up in the LOA

He sees Damian and freaks out, saving him and leaving the LOA

They get chased by assassins which is why it takes so long for them to get back to Gotham

Once they get back, they show up at the Manor and find Tim being a dad

Damian is all like "Pretender!" And tries to kill Tim

Tim stops him with the power of dad hugs

Damian immediately goes "Father 1, meet Father 2"

Bruce: "he isn't a father"

Damian: "you cannot deny the paternal role he has played in Grayson and Todd's lives"

Bruce: "hn. Fine"

There's a tearful reunion and Tim and Bruce are coparents.

Bonus: Tim and Bruce patrolling together, but Tim still wears the cheap Batsuit costume and uses the voice

[crow-feather-quill]

So I was rattling around in my crainal cavity about what if Michael Shelley had a weird ass childhood which made him a socially in competent adult.

So here my list of 'maybe one day I'll slot it into an AU, but for now I think it'd be kinda funny:

Michael was an accidental child, and given up to his maternal grandmother

His maternal grandmother is a hippie, home remedy kind of girlie

He got homeschooled, with some structure

He gets raised (almost) completely without the church

Now get so fucking lost when people talk about christian shit because he never learned it.

[Ex: "So when I leave alcohol on my alter it's 'witchcraft', but when you leave alcohol for Saint Nichloas in exchanage for presents it's 'normal'?"]

Also, consider

No one in his family knew what the hell to with curly ass hair

His curl pattern got really damaged because it was heat straightned and improperly cared for.

If/when he started at Magnis Institute he didn't have time to straighten it and it was a frizzy mess, so he just tied up and called it a day.

Never tried to heal his hair cause he was too shy to ask for help, it only looked better post-Distortion

Finally!

Michael took the 'geuinely died' route for being an avatar

When he reached the heart of the Distortion he became human sphaghetti.

Shit hurt.

The Spiral painstakingly stitched him back together (he felt all that, because I'm mean) , but it has a very loose idea of what a human is suppoedly to look like, hence Michael's distorted state.

He uses illusions and hallucinations to look 'normal', but he's kinda forgotten what hands are supposed to look like.

Rest of this is random fluff, because I can and will.

He knows how to bake, and would make things for The Archives staff on holidays or birrthdays.

He remembers how Gertrude likes her tea, and coffee by heart. Would have a cup ready when she clocked in.

Collection of sweater vests with fun patterns!

Knocked in a specfic way everytime, because he didn't like raising his voice

Had a cat, that cat was a bastard who wanted you dead unless your name was Michael Shelley.

Used anti-presperant deoderant

Hated touch with a passion, but would never tell you that.

Genuienly hated talking about himself because it felt narcasstic to him. This translated in "I'm not exactly used to doing it" quote later!