#and it's just so frustrating to see this happen when I loved her so

[lillilybells]

Do you think we can see a fic between prologue and chapter I on how Damian met reader after leaving her room afterwards? Did he met her outside of the mask or straight up as robin? Also who asked who our first? No ur seriously I love the way you write them omggggg 😭😭😭❤️

Behind the mask✧₊⁺

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pairing|damian wayne x reader

summary|continuation of the prologue/how damian and his girlfriend fell in love💗

word count|1196

notes|this has been in my drafts for a while cause I couldn’t figure the ending which ended up being a little corny i can’t lie but I choose to embrace it after watching Superman.

Family dinner masterlist

Ever since the night you saved him, you’d been on Damian’s mind far more than he was comfortable admitting.

Naturally, he'd looked you up the moment he got home—background checks, facial recognition, school records. Everything. He knew your name, your birthday, your bunny’s name (Bambi), and the fact that you were on your school’s cheer squad. You had a modest online presence, mostly pictures of yourself—some sweet, some... less so. Nothing inappropriate. Just enough to make his ears burn when he stared too long.

You lived a normal life. A soft life. And something about that tugged at his chest in a way he wasn’t used to.

So he started leaving your favorite flower at your window every night. Quietly. Without a word. It was his silent way of saying thank you—for helping him that night. For being kind. Even when he didn’t deserve it.

But two weeks in, it went off script.

You’d been getting frustrated. Sure, the flowers were sweet—your favorite kind, every single night. But you wanted to see him again. Properly. Not in blurry glimpses and midnight shadows.

So you stayed up.

Red Bulls, cold water to the face, every sleep-deprived trick in the book—and just when you were about to pass out, you saw movement on your balcony. That distinct silhouette—sharp posture, cape fluttering in the wind—and a flower held carefully between gloved fingers.

You shot up.

“Wait! Please—don’t leave!”

He froze mid-motion, the flower just an inch from the floor. His head turned slightly. He didn’t run.

And that’s all the permission you needed.

You slid open your door and stepped out into the cool air, barefoot and brimming with adrenaline.

“I knew it was you,” you whispered, smiling as you picked up the flower. Your fingers brushed his as you did. “I love them, by the way. Every single one.”

He was quiet for a moment. Watching you like he didn’t know what to do with you—like a stray cat too proud to admit it wanted attention.

“They’re a symbol,” he said at last. “Of gratitude. For saving my life.”

“Then keep bringing them,” you smiled. “I like having something to look forward to.”

He blinked, startled. And then, a rare thing happened: the corners of his mouth twitched.

That night became the first of many.

He didn’t stay long on any of his visits. Usually just ten or fifteen minutes, crouched on your balcony railing or leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. But the quiet talks that followed meant everything to you—and more than he would ever admit to himself.

You learned a lot about him, even though he kept details vague. He hated being called “Bird Boy,” had strong opinions on vigilante aliases, and was constantly annoyed by media speculations about his identity. He never said much about himself, but you learned to read between the lines.

And in turn, he learned about you—how Bambi was a baby you rescued from a shelter, how you pressed the flowers he brings in books to preserve them, how your parents were strict, but you’d break every rule in the house just to talk to him. You told him he was your favorite hero, and he didn’t say anything. But the next night, he brought two flowers.

The change in him was subtle—but obvious to the people who knew him best.

Dick noticed how he didn’t flinch away from his dotting quite as much after patrol.

Jason clocked how his temper didn’t flare when they sparred.

Tim remarked on how few insults he’d received over the past two weeks.

Even Jon started picking up on it during their game nights. “You’re unusually chill,” he’d muttered once. Damian ignored him.

But the real red flag came when Damian smiled—an actual, real smile—mid-patrol.

Barbara flagged it immediately.

“You’ve been offline between 2:15 and 3 AM for the past few weeks,” she said. “You wanna tell me why?”

The entire Batfamily had a full-blown comms debate while Damian conveniently went missing again.

Dick was threatening to move back to Blüdhaven.

Tim was convinced it was a girl.

They were all right. Sort of.

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“Your muscles are so tense.”

You giggled as you gently massaged at Damian’s calf. He sat in the chair on your balcony again, a new gash across his leg from a run-in with some idiot with a dagger. You’d insisted on helping clean and wrap it.

Damian let out a breath. “It’s nothing.”

You scoffed. “You got stabbed.”

He looked at you sidelong. “Barely.”

“‘Barely,’” you mocked under your breath, then let your hands slide a little higher, settling at the top of his thigh so you could lean your chin on them. You blinked up at him sweetly. “Practice was okay, by the way.”

He nodded. “Any injuries?”

“None for me. But a girl who was mean to me in eighth grade fell flat on her face.”

You smiled giddily. Your big eyes glinted in the moonlight.

Damian chuckled under his breath, amused despite himself. “You’re sadistic.”

“You’re one to talk,” you teased. “You beat up criminals for a living.”

He opened his mouth to respond, but a sudden beeping in his ear made him stiffen. He pressed his fingers to his comms and raised a finger to his lips. You nodded quickly and sat upright.

“Robin, you’re needed on the field. Where the hell are you?”

It was Barbara. And Damian had never been more annoyed to hear her voice.

He stood with a sigh, already prepping his gear. “I need to leave. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

But your face had fallen. Arms crossed. Lips pressed into a pout as you stood.

He paused. “Is something wrong?”

You shook your head. “It’s fine. Just… I wish you could stay longer. I want to talk to you. Not Robin. You.”

Damian frowned.

“I get it,” you sighed. “You’ve got responsibilities. But I just… I want more than fifteen minutes on a balcony. I wanna know you. Not just the part of you behind a mask.”

There was silence.

Damian looked at you, the moonlight soft on your face, the wind brushing hair from your eyes, and for a moment, he hated the mask, hated that he had the fortune of meeting you as Robin.

He stepped closer.

“I can’t give you my name,” he said quietly. “Not yet. But… this is the most honest I’ve ever been with anyone. You’ve earned that.”

Your eyes met his.

“And when I can tell you— I.. you just have to wait.”

You nodded, heart racing. “Okay.”

He hesitated again, then leaned forward. His gloved hand cupped your jaw with surprising gentleness, tilting your chin up just slightly.

The kiss was soft. Barely there. Like he was testing the weight of it.

And then it deepened—just enough to make your toes curl.

When he pulled away, you were both quiet for a moment.

“Be safe,” you whispered.

“I always am,” he lied—and then disappeared into the night, like he always did.

But this time… his heart stayed behind.

[juliarchiv3s]

I think about that all the time! and then the ex Catholic in me starts thinking about the Old Testament and Samson and Delilah…

Word vomit incoming!

How, at first, he misled her with fake weaknesses when asked, only for her to test and target them.

And buddy wasn’t an idiot, so he probably knew that she was actively trying to betray him (a lot of interpretations of her motivations as well!).

So when he told her that his strength lay in his hair, he could imagine what would happen next, that his hair would be cut off at the command of his lover. And I like to think that fully aware of that, he still wanted to offer her his fullest trust and devotion, place his life in her hands knowing they would crush him. That whatever reason Delilah had for betraying him must be worth it because it was worth it to her.

And then I think about Satoru again, and how he was probably pretending to be carefree and arrogant like always when he first met you. The overpowered airhead persona he instinctively adopted in front of people to keep them at an arm’s length. His constant boasts about being the best, the strongest, invincible. Like he had to say it loudly enough for it to be true.

And how thrilling would it be if there was at least one person seeing through his façade? Calling him out, visibly frustrated, because being the strongest didn’t mean being untouchable and you were going to prove it.

And Satoru, to his own surprise, would relish in being known. Even if he knew you were not a friend (let’s be so fr his anxious traumatised ass had a full case file on you the day you two met), he would shudder with excitement as you scrutinised him, peeling off layers and layers of his performance until you uncovered something real.

How he would love you for witnessing him because that proved that Gojo Satoru, the person and not just the weapon, actually existed once. Even if you were the only person with the evidence.

And how could you resist falling in love with him, when, underneath his bravado, he was the most beautiful, broken man you had ever met? When he willingly exposed the cracks on his heart? How could you not be charmed by the trust he put in you to hold something so precious?

But you still had your mission, and he hadn’t shown you enough of himself yet.

So one night, after your relentless poking and prodding and dazzling mockery, Satoru couldn’t resist the temptation to lay his soul bare in front of you any longer. Letting his final line of defences fall. At your mercy. Longing for you to know all of him, to explore and behold his softness and frailty. To relieve the burden of being the strongest and make him feel human again. To remember him that way.

So when his Infinity crumbled, the least you could do was oblige him. Observing and cataloguing every goosebump, stuttered breath and gasp of pain. Burning them into your memory until there was nothing else, pushing your guilt and your fear aside to make more space for him. And in fulfilling your duty, you transformed his demise into his salvation.

In his last moments, Gojo Satoru knew you would become a living, breathing testament to his humanity and he had never loved you more.

Lol ykwm? Sorry idk if that made sense, pms puts me in a biblical mood ✌️

can’t stop thinking about the exact moment you find out satoru has his infinity off around you.

it comes to light after a clumsy accident. you happen to spill your drink onto him. and instead of it doing what you expect it to — it actually soaks through his shirt. not bouncing off. not deflecting. it touches him.

the room goes absolutely silent. no one dares to even breathe. and satoru — he just looks down and wipes it clean with a tissue like it’s nothing. but it isn’t nothing.

bc in that moment, the truth rings out louder than any words: gojo satoru has let you in. which means he’s falling. and he is falling hard.

everyone knows it. everyone hears about it. so much so it reaches the ears of his clan and the elders — that the strongest is slipping. and all bc of one woman.

[sturniqlo]

bartender!matt and lovie in the bar after hours

.ᐟ.ᐟ. . . smut: making out, pussy eating, clit play, public sex (?), unprotected p in v, aftercare, use of "good girl"

tonight's shift for matt was probably one of the most confusing, frustrating, and tiring shift he's ever had. firstly, it was a tuesday and he wasn't scheduled, but he got called in to cover a shift and had to cancel his plans with lovie who was completely understanding of the situation.

secondly, his car broke down on his way to work, which made him call lovie and a tow truck. what had made his already ruined mood way better was being able to see lovie before his shift. "hi, lovie." he sighed out of relief when he got into the car. "hi, baby." she smiled, as she always does when she sees matt, and leaned over the center console to plant a sweet kiss on his lips.

"thanks for picking me up, sorry if you were in the middle of something." his hand found her jean clad thigh as she began to drive towards 'sip happens'. "don't apologize, my love. i wasn't doing anything, just hanging around with muffin."

when she pulled up in front of matt's job, he gently grabbed her jaw and kissed her for a few seconds. "i'm happy i got to see you today, even if it was only for a few minutes." matt said against her lips before pulling back. "me too, but i'll be here to pick you up. you get out at 11, right?" she asked, grabbing his hand to play with his fingers. "nah, it's okay. i can order an uber to your place so you won't have to come out so late." it was safe to say that lovie didn't take no for an answer, and now matt had a ride to lovies place.

to continue on with his draining shift, halfway through he was pulled from the calm side of the place to bartend the club side. luckily it was a weekday and the whole place closed at 10:30. a few minutes later, someone from the bar side came over to let him know that he had to close the place down for the night all alone since it wasn't as messy for a multiple person job.

when 10:40 came around, the place was closed for the night and only matt was left inside. he had already finished cleaning the club side and moved onto the bar. lovie saw the time and decided to start heading out. when she arrived at around 10:57, she sent a text to matt.

to loverboy ‹𝟹

im here!! come out whenever you're ready💗

to lovie bug 𝜗𝜚

hi my lovie bug, it's gonna take me a while to finish cleaning up in here :( come through the back door so you won't wait for me alone in the car

to loverboy ‹𝟹

no problem :) i'm on my way!!

lovie was inside the bar in no time and engulfing matt, who looked tired, in a hug. "you okay?" she asked as she scratched his scalp gently. "mm-mm, had to clean up the whole place by myself— still have to finish." he shook his head and nuzzled into her neck, pressing a few light kisses there and pressed her back into the bar counter where an empty space was.

"want you." matt whispered, and pulled back to kiss at her jaw. "we can, but when we get back to my place." lovie giggled, her fingers continued to thread through his hair. "i can't wait, i want you here— right here. it's just us in here. and," he stopped to suck lightly on her neck. "this is a blindspot, we won't show up on the cameras." that made lovie think and it made some of her fantasies of matt fucking her against the counter reappear.

"are you sure?" she felt her panties begin to dampen with her wetness. "mhm, been thinking about it for so long every time you'd come to visit me." matt expressed the fantasies lovie was also thinking of. "yeah— okay." she said breathlessly, looking up to matt's eyes as he pulled away from her neck. once she gave matt the confirmation, he immediately sank down to his knees.

"wait, you don't want me to—" matt cut her off. "no, i wanna taste you." as much as matt would love to have her pretty lips wrapped around him, he'd loved the way he got lost in the taste of her. making her feel good made him feel good. matt's fingers found the waistband of her leggings that clung to her in all the right places and pulled them down. her underwear was a plain black cotton thong that hid the patch of wetness that had already began to pool.

like always, he spread her legs and kissed her inner thighs close to where she wanted him. he then licked a stripe along her covered pussy and tongued at her clit through her underwear. "oh, matt." she moaned out, lightly yanking at his hair. he pulled back and moved her underwear to the side to reveal her shiny, puffy lips. "so pretty, like always." he said mesmerized, and wasted no time diving in.

he licked from her dripping hole all the way up to her clit where he sucked the swollen bud gently. "mhm— just like that." lovie threw her head back and rolled against his face. "this made my whole night, lovie." matt said as he pulled back for a moment to speak and look up at lovie who was flushed out, and then he went back in. his tongue swirled around her, and his lips sucked on her folds, knowing that made her crazy. "f— fuck. just like that, keep—mm— keep sucking on my pussy like that, baby."

after a few more moments of matt making a mess on his face, lovie pulled him back up and pulled his lips in for a messy kiss. her tongue darted out and she tasted herself on his tongue and quite literally moaned. "want you to fuck me against the counter, matt. please, i want it so bad. you always fuck me so good." she said against his lips before sucking on his tongue. matt grabbed her hips and turned her around. "yeah? want me to fuck you against here, lovie?" he moved her hair out of the way and bit her neck.

lovie nodded and reached for his hands to bring them up to squeeze her tits over her baby pink tank. matt understood and squeezed them in his hands. "are you gonna be a good girl for me?" he whispered against her ear. "yes, i'm always your good girl. aren't i?" matt brought his right hand down to his belt and began unbuckling it. "oh yeah, you're always such a good girl for me. always, always, always."

his cock was now out and leaking at the tip. "are you ready for my dick, lovie?" matt said as lovie bent more over the counter. "mhm, i want it." she whined as matt ran his tip along her slit. slowly, he pushed into her hole and groaned out at how tight and warm she was. "you feel so good." she clenched around him. "fuck, don't do that. gonna make me cum so fast." he slowly started to thrust his hips. "feels so good, matt. go faster."

matt's hands tightened around her hips and he began to pick up the speed and soon enough, the place was filled with the sounds of their skin slapping together and their moans. "look at you, lovie girl. taking my cock so fucking good. you love me fucking you against here, don't you?" he pulled her so that her back was against his chest. "yes, i love it." she turned her head back so that he found her lips.

the kiss turned out to be them moaning into each others mouth as the pleasure they were feeling too good to focus on kissing. "right there!" she whined as matt fucked right against that spot that made her legs tremble and her head to fall back against his shoulder. "feels good, yeah?" his hand came around to rub her clit that was being left out. "oh my— god!" she jolted at the surprise sensation.

he continued to fuck in and out of her while still rubbed her clit and occasionally rolling it against his fingers. her walls began to flutter around him and she began to go quiet. she was close. "you're getting close, lovie girl. i can feel it." she nodded at his words and whispered. "don't— don't stop."

matt felt himself come close too. "want you to cum for me, lovie. be a good girl and cum all over my cock." his fingers and cock didn't stop. lovie let out a cry arched her back into matt's chest as she came. her legs almost gave out, but matt held her up. "good girl, lovie." he praised her, kissing her damp neck. matt pulled his fingers away once her clit became sensitive, but continued to fuck her.

"cum for me, matt. cum inside of me." she told him, pulled away from his embrace to bend over the counter and fuck herself back into him. "oh my— fuck, lovie." he looked down and saw her ass jiggle as she fucked herself for him to cum. "shit, shit, shit! m' gonna cum." his jaw slacked and his grip on her hips tightened as his cum spilled into her. lovie slowly backed into him as she felt his warm cum paint her walls.

she whined when she came to a slow stop and matt's grip loosened. matt stayed buried in her for a moment before he pulled out and his cum spilled out of her and began to drip on the floor, but mostly her thighs. "stay here, baby." he pressed a small kiss on her back. matt pulled his pants back up and went to the back room to get a clean towel to wipe her up.

"i'm gonna clean you up, lovie. okay?" he told her once he came back with a clean towel and she now with her back against the counter. "okay." she smiled. once he cleaned her up, he made sure to throw the towel away. "we have to disinfect this now." she giggled, matt chuckled as he put her leggings on her. "i know." he told her, wrapping his arms around her waist and gently kissing her neck. "just a few more minutes."

brb... i need to sort some things out 🙈 also, two posts in one day?! who am i???!

[yannaryartside]

Using confessions as ammo

There is something so sinister about Claire making jokes about "aren't you afraid of refrigerators?" and "isn't that gonna set you on fire?"

Because she said, "I wish you would let me in the noise more."

And then she purposely uses the things that he is afraid of or insecure about to make snarky comments. You can see Carmy reacting negatively towards it. Check this meta by @marianasue20 about it (images above by them), also, this meta by @whenmemorydies describes Syd and Pete bringing grace instead of shame.

It really just reads that she is offended by his emotional turmoil. In the under-the-table scene, she was basically telling him, "I'm your peace." All this reads to me as if she were mad at him for not getting over himself already. It is not that she is hurt for hurting him, or mostly sad that he is hurting in the first place, she is mainly offended that she is not enough to be quiet for him. And, even if we don't go with the theory of her being a benign narcissist, that type of mentality is already so damaging and childish. Your ex-boyfriend needs therapy, Claire. No love is gonna be enough to suppress destructive thoughts. And I would be forever offended by the show just for implying it.

Sydney, being his actual peace, is actually healthy. For me, this truly conveys Carmy's trust in Sydney and his belief in her goodness, beyond just having feelings for her; it's not some magical effect. With all that love and trust, there were still obstacles for them to overcome, which is realistic.

I could understand Claire's motivations, being frustrated and rejected, but there's a line between that and using your partner's confessions as ammunition. Who could actually trust a person like that? You'll have a bad day or make a mistake, apologize, and then worry that your partner will use it against you at some point?

For all the praise Claire gets while doing this toxic behavior, Sydney never came close to doing this. She even said she didn't want the Sydney's donut to be called "after Carmy destroyed like a little bitch" because Carmy already expressed that he would feel bad for it for the rest of his life, but for Syd, there was no need for that; accountability and change had already happened.

There is no way Claire is saying these things without knowing they are hurtful, or trying to minimize them; either way, it's awful. Maybe she believes she gets to hurt him a little because he hurt her, again, awful.

When Sydney tells Carmy things that bother her, she is forthright about it. There is a big difference between asking for accountability and mocking your partner's issues to make a point.

[greenwitchfromthewoods]

a fever. l Joel Miller

Summary: you needed a doctor's help, but you felt guilty about everything

Warnings: parenthood, Rosie is sick, Ellie appears, tears and exhaustion, Joel is a support for the Reader, guilt and remorse

A/N: A few people have written to me saying they were worried Joel and Rader's daughter would actually be named Crumb. It's so sweet… I love reading your thoughts.

your feedback is very important to me and I thank you for all the reblogs, comments and likes. 🖤 sorry for all the mistakes

short stories from life. [masterlist]

When he first saw her, he knew he was lost. She was perfect in every way. Joel didn't believe he'd ever feel that again, that fulfillment and love that filled him completely.

After losing Sarah, a vast emptiness filled his heart, consuming him completely, every day. Ellie was like a daughter to him, and he would have given his life for her without hesitation, but Rosie...

Rosie Miller was something else.

"She has you wrapped around her little finger," you observed one morning as he walked to the stables, your daughter watching you tucked into a baby sling, snuggled against his chest.

"She likes horses," Joel replied, completely unfazed.

You smiled, knowing perfectly well how much he cherished every moment he could spend with her.

Rosie was almost three months old now. She seemed to be growing every day, and both of you couldn't get enough of her. Parenting was demanding, and you often had no energy for anything else, but when you looked into your daughter's eyes, so similar to her father's, you knew you wouldn't trade it for anything.

You had the opportunity to breastfeed her, which you appreciated immensely, but you appreciated the pump even more. It allowed you to sneak out sometimes, or just catch a few hours of sleep while Joel nursed the little one. And God, he was great at it. He was also your rock, your support system.

And Ellie.

She turned out to be a wonderful big sister. Although she still stubbornly avoided using her real name, Rosie, constantly calling her Crumb—mainly to see Joel's face—every time you asked her for help, she never said no. You tried not to overload her with the baby, but she always said she liked it and that at least "Crumb would have a role model." Joel paled when he heard that.

It was getting colder, and it was impossible to leave the house without a woolen sweater or jacket. Since Ann had learned to knit, you quickly got a warm hat for Rosie and Ellie, and gloves for yourself.

However, something had been worrying you for the past few days. "Joel, she's a little restless," you noticed, trying to feed Rosie after her evening bath. She fidgeted in your arms, waving her hands nervously.

He had just emerged from the bathroom, his hair still damp and his shirt sticking to his shoulders. He glanced at Rosie. "Maybe she's not hungry?"

"I don't know... It's her feeding time."

"Let's put her to bed. We'll keep an eye on her. Maybe she'll get hungry later."

You did as he suggested, but you already knew you wouldn't sleep that night. And you were right. It was almost one in the morning when a whimpering sound from the crib caught your attention. Joel was snoring softly as you slid out from under his arm and reached for the crib.

"Joel? Joel..." you whispered. He immediately heard the change in your voice and opened his eyes quickly.

"What happened?" he asked sleepily.

"Rosie's all hot." You lifted her out of her crib and laid her in your bed. "Can you feel that?"

He placed his hand on her cheek, and she gasped in frustration. You knew from the look in his eyes that you were right.

"Maybe it's nothing... We'll put some cold compresses on her, that should help."

You nodded and quickly went to the bathroom to wet a small towel. Joel was already a father, he had experience, and he knew you trusted him, even though you were nervous. When you saw your frightened expression in the mirror in the dark bathroom, you prayed that nothing worse would happen.

But the compresses didn't help. Rosie drank some milk, but then squirmed and whined. An hour later, while you were changing her diaper, you noticed a worrying redness and rash on her skin.

"We have to go to the clinic," you said, and Joel didn't ask any more questions.

You simply threw your jacket over your pajamas and wrapped Rosie in a warm blanket, and you and Joel stepped out into the dark street.

"It looks like roseola. Some people call it three-day fever," said the young doctor who worked the night shift at the clinic. "The symptoms clearly point to that."

"What does that mean?" you asked, gently trying to grasp Rosie's hands, which she waved as she sobbed.

"The virus causes three-day fever. It causes redness and a rash, but it should go away on its own."

"She didn't want my milk," you replied, feeling a strange sense of guilt.

The man smiled. "You have to keep trying, but you can also try giving her water. I'll give her something to bring down her fever, okay?"

You nodded. The doctor left, and you struggled to dress Rosie, even though your hands were shaking. Only Joel's deep voice reminded you that he was there with you.

“Let me do this, honey,” he said, and you nodded, sinking into the chair.

You stared at your shaking hands until you finally clenched them, trying to calm yourself. “Jesus, I feel so helpless…”

“I know, but we did everything we could,” Joel replied. He seemed calm, but his heart was pounding. He had to be strong, though, for you and for her. “When Sarah was little, she had it too. It’ll be okay, you’ll see.”

“How did you cope then?” you asked, remembering that Joel was raising his daughter alone.

He took Rosie into his arms, and she snuggled into his chest, sobbing quietly. “I panicked. I took her to the emergency room. But I found a doctor and a nurse there who helped us. Just like they’re helping Rosie now.”

You tried to smile, but you couldn’t. Fatigue and stress were taking their toll—your whole body ached, and your breasts were heavy with milk. After a while, the doctor gave Rosie some medicine, and you took her home. It wasn't until the morning that she ate, which you accepted with obvious relief.

“You should eat something,” Joel announced, appearing in the bedroom with a tray of dinner and a cup of tea. “Ellie’s asking if she can come in.”

“Of course she can,” you replied, leaning against the headboard. The girl slipped inside.

“Hi,” she greeted shyly. “How’s Crumb? Joel told me what happened. I’m sorry I wasn’t with you at the clinic.”

“Oh, honey,” you groaned, patting the spot on the other side of the sleeping Rosie. “It’s good you were asleep. You couldn’t help us there, you’d just worry. I think she’s feeling better now.”

Joel placed the tray on the nightstand and sat down next to you, looking at your daughter with concern. You reached for his hand and squeezed it gently, your eyes meeting.

"She ate some more and fell asleep. Those meds worked wonders."

"Yes, she'll feel better soon," he replied. "And you? You should get some sleep."

Ellie tore his gaze from Crumb's plump face. "He's right. You look awful. Maybe I'll sit with her and you can take a nap?"

"I don't think so..." you started, but Joel interrupted.

"You can't help her if you're exhausted. Ellie's right, eat and take a nap, and we'll take care of Rosie."

You couldn't win against them.

It was already afternoon when you woke up. For a moment, your head was free of all worries. You stretched out in the warm sheets like a cat and buried your face in the pillow for a moment. Then the room fell silent. Joel took Rosie and Ellie downstairs so you could rest, but how was he supposed to recover? Tears welled up in your eyes. You got up and quickly went to the bathroom, hoping a hot shower would help.

You stripped off your clothes and threw them in the laundry basket, then turned on the hot water. The bathroom soon filled with steam. Without a second thought, you stepped under the stream, letting the water wash away the exhaustion of the previous night. Soon, your tears began to mix with the warm water.

That's how Joel found you, sitting by the tub in your bathrobe, your eyes puffy with tears.

"I heard you were up," he said, sitting down next to you and wrapping his arm around you. "What happened, honey?"

You sniffled. "I feel so helpless... She felt so bad, and I couldn't help her..."

Joel sighed, brushed your wet hair back with his hand, and kissed your temple. "We were both helpless. Rosie is sick, but it will pass..."

"How can I live knowing there will be times when I won't know how to help her?"

You sobbed, wiping your cheek with your sleeve. "I knew bringing a child into this world was risky, but I didn't expect... Damn, I feel so guilty that she got sick."

He hugged you tightly. He knew how you felt, all too well. It was a terrible feeling, not knowing what you should do, yet hoping that what you were doing would be enough. There were sleepless nights ahead, worries about her health and life, doubts about whether what you were doing was right. That was what parenthood was like, and you felt overwhelmed by the responsibility. You loved Rosie more than anything in the world; she was a part of you and Joel, but the thought of something happening to her... terrified you.

"You're doing great, honey," he said softly, hoping his clumsy words would help. "I can't tell you it'll get easier with time, but you have to trust your intuition. It's a miracle we have her, and she's lucky to have a mom like you. Ellie is lucky too. And..." he sighed heavily, "I think Sarah would love you too."

You snuggled closer to him. Whatever lay ahead, you were in this together. As partners, friends, and parents.

Together.

☆☆☆☆

Thank you for your time.

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[gorjee-art]

Your HofC AU is really interesting and I absolutely love it! I can't recall ever seeing an infection AU play off a curse causes by chaos ( then again maybe I just haven't looked well enough )

But I did have a question pertaining to the AU. What was the creative process like for its creation? How did you settle on your infection AU having a curse rather than a virus or parasite? Was Discord and chaos always the catalyst to the outbreak, or did it change overtime?

Sorry if I'm a bit overwhelming with this ask, but your AU is genuinely one of the only infection AU's I've felt a draw to after seeing one post about it ( wasn't even an official post by you, it was fanart! ). It probably has something to do with my frustration at the lack of Discord in infection AUs bc he kinda is the fix-all for any issue, but this ask is already long enough so I won't rant here.

Firstly! Awww...<:) Secondly, my creative process, short answer? It came to be like a bat out of hell in the middle of my sleep, and I got so pissed off at myself that I was IMMEDIATELY entranced by the idea, that I grumbled as I stomped over to my cintiq and made a quick doodle showcasing my idea of a Fluttershy with twilight's severed head (Haha mimir style how funny, i'm funny) as I passed out once again.

The long answer? Well you're right on the money when a big force is a...frustration when it comes to the lack of Discord's power both in the original show and several infection au's where his chaos magic is overlooked in infection au's. Now I'm not fully knocking it as it just might not be a narrative that the writer wants but I always felt as though Discord as even a concept in the show has a--tinge of horror in it.

His nonchalant attitude towards his ability to change the world with (quite literally) the snap of his finger, change minds of ponies and seemingly "corrupt" it (ie Discorded states, Screwball I will get to her eventually) , and mind you...give and take away limbs of ponies with a flash to stop them from "cheating" at his maze, while Celestia has to do a whole song and dance to give twilight her wings, told me that Discord is a near ancient deity, a myth, an impossibility not meant to be comprehended, but what INTERESTED ME was his childish, mortal want, to be loved.

What happens when a force of nature, the nature of entropy and chaos, wants to be human? Breaking said laws of nature to present himself as mortal for the sake of making friends. Good friends at that, (I will get to cosmos eventually), sounds like a greek tragedy to me. What happens when hades gets tired of living underground? To break the laws of nature! Is the very law of Discord, and the idea that alone would make him lose his control over his power TERRIFIES me.

I like inescapable horror, ie Junji Ito's Uzumaki, the various Silent Hills, Hereditary, and especially Darkwood, Oh god darkwood was a HUGE inspiration for this especially when it comes to how savages and creatures are formed, and I don't feel it's utilized enough in MLP grimdarks due to the influence of the famous shockhorror of cupcakes being so bloody and gruesome with--no real reason. (Now I have a big gooey massive softspot for cupcakes, as I grew up with creepypastas and looking at scary videos when I shouldn't be) thus influencing the gore aspects in alot of infection aus, BUT there's too many times in the original show alone where magic is finnicky and famously difficult to do, because of so many things that can go awry. I wanted to focus on the canon implications cause it makes me salivate cause it's begging to be lovecraftian, but it's a kids show with very cute colorful ponies praising friendship as it's one true god and it can't possibly go outside those restrictions. But i'm possibly insane, so lets go for it. Thus the rest was history

[shedelulululu]

“why is he needing to get sympathetic and generous and soft spirit at work.” hmmm. love thinking about the ways mel’s naked earnestness and sincere enthusiasm are things frank didn’t know he desperately needed in his life. say more (if you please)

oh if i please? me to psychoanalyze frank langdon and his relationship based on limited information? always.

First thing to establish, either directly or implied or both, in that breakroom scene, Frank explains that he is ALSO a sensitive person, and we definitely get glimpses of his sensitivity but it's not something he's trying to put forward with people, it's trying to stay hidden really.

So, I think for one it's evident to me that Robby has molded him into what he think the Ideal resident is, and we see how he's still trying to correct other residents (Samira, Heather, even Cassie) when their approach goes up against what he thinks the ideal is (not even what he does himself!). Remember Robby giving a talk that and afterwards Dana is like rlly you don't know why they don't wanna talk when you just gave bury your feelings the lecture? so sympathetic and soft he is not! and it's not something he's teaching and encouraging !

Now as far as the relationships we see with the other people at work, people like him, people are entertained by him, people respect him deeply as a doctor, but they aren't checking in on him emotionally. The most sensitive person to him before Mel is probably Dana, and even then it's a tough love, wanting him to be better, kind of thing. She actually is trying to get a sympathetic side out of him (understanding for why Robby is taking extra long time with patients) but she's reasoning with him and lecturing him, so it's really not the same as a soft, generous spirit, even if it's still loving in its own way. Honestly I just don't think Frank learns well this way, I think he's a little defiant so telling him to do something just falls on deaf ears.

So here comes in Mel who isn't asking him to be anything, she's focused on absorbing learning from him! She doesn't lecture him about where things went wrong with Terrance, she leads with example and he sees its successful and that's what helps him understand her when she says it takes a different approach, and that the patient is more than their present concern.

I wouldn't say Mel isn't afraid to be vulnerable or acknowledge her insecurities, I think it is actually very difficult for her, but there's this part of her that just has to acknowledge what is happening because she thinks it's worse if she doesn't (emotional response to death, frustrated when she doesn't get something right away, emotional over her reuniting patients). I think it's probably freeing in a way for him to hear someone else verbalize feelings he's had, now he knows he isn't alone, that someone can be a brilliant doctor and still have all these feelings, that maybe there's a disconnect with how Robby has taught him and what is needed in the ED.

Now we can only infer about his home life, but I don't think it's crazy to say he and Abby probably have fairly traditional gender roles in their marriage. She's the primary caretaker, he's the one with the Job/breadwinner, etc. So assuming certain gendered standards permeate other parts of their relationship, he might be expected to be the Man of the House, it's possible that those expectations plus the severing of emotional vulnerability at work (where he spends most of his time!) has made it so his emotional needs really aren't being met or addressed (and depending on your chosen perspective on addiction in general, and his substance abuse issues specifically, we can see these unmet needs as being supplanted by drugs).

And like I said, Frank learns by being led, and here's this person who is leading with her vulnerability and emotions, and he doesn't want her to change at all.

[joooooniecore]

After all this time - Chapter 11

Your friends have been successful enough to drag you out of your workaholic routine for a vacation out of country.

The only problem? Your long term crush who actually used to be your best friend is also going there. And he is bringing his girlfriend, your ex-female best friend.

What could go wrong? Right?

✧˖* pairing: ex-bestfriend!mingyu x f!reader

✧˖* chapter count: master-list

✧˖* genre: ex-best friend mingyu, friends to strangers to friends to lovers, fluff, angst, slow-burn, smut.

✧˖* playlist: spotify playlist

✧˖* full work warnings: resurfaced old feelings, toxic relationship(not between the main characters), angst, confusions, resentments, past misunderstandings, a very slow burn

✧˖* explicit warnings: penetration, explicit language, cursing, bodily fluids, praising, body worship.

✧˖* author's note: oh no a cliffhanger! i had to okay. its not because i hate everyone who is reading this story but there has been a lot thats going on in my life currently. i have been planning a move out of my childhood home as y'all know and so i am unable to really sit down and write it properly. now i am not someone who puts half ass efforts in writing and calls it a day. i want the angst to really stand out so i will be writing it in the next chapter, in a better way because we all deserve an angsty passionate confession after the torture of 10 chapters. so please wait a little more. i might even post the final chanpter before the next monday. thank you for always supporting. i really love the comments you guys put under the stories. i love y'all so so much!!

--- love, artemis.

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You woke up from the constant ringing of your phone. The ringtone annoying you as you fumbled a bit before finally reaching your phone that was on the bedstand.

“Hello?”, you mumbled into the receiver, your eyes still closed.

“___? Are you still sleeping?”, came Jihyun’s voice.

“Yes. Why?”, you said as you slightly opened your eyes to check the time. It was almost afternoon.

“Oh my god! I overslept!”, you panicked a little before sitting up and then realizing that you don’t have office.

“Calm down young lady!”, came Jihyun’s voice with a giggle.

“Yeah. Sorry. What happened?”, you finally asked Jihyun.

“Just asking whether you would come to the party or not”, Jihyun finally said.

“Party? Seungcheol’s house?”, you asked, eyes widened by the news.

“Yes.”, Jihyun said.

“You guys have returned back, right?”, you asked, finally settling down.

“Yes, just returned.”, Jihyun said.

“Quite a bold picture you posted there by the way.”, Jihyun giggled a little as she teased you.

“Yeah. It was Jeonghan’s idea and Steven was mischievous enough to play along.”, you said with a sigh.

You weren’t really sure if you did a good thing by putting up a picture of your hand beside his on the dinner table but it was a great idea of proving to the world that you have moved on. You are not normally someone who goes around proving people things but the way Maya had reacted needed to be tamed so you did what you could do. Showed her that you don’t really need Mingyu anymore, which was an absolute lie.

“Mingyu was fuming when he saw it.”, Jihyun’s voice cut through the thoughts in your head.

“Huh? What?”, you asked dumbfoundedly.

“Yes. I saw him seeing the picture, grinding his teeth and then closing his phone before a frustrated sigh.”, Jihyun explained in such a casual voice that you almost beleieved she was joking.

“You are joking right?”, you asked.

“No. You can ask Jeonghan too. He was with me.”, she said.

“When did this happen?”, you were too curious to know.

“Today morning. When we were waiting for the flight at the airport. He sat a little away from everyone. Me and Jeonghan were loitering when we saw him check the picture.”, Jihyun explained the whole incident.

“So basically, you both were spying on him.”, you rolled your eyes but smiled fondly.

“Sort of but hey at least you got the information.”, Jihyun laughed which made you laugh too.

You both talked for another half an hour about what you both will wear and then decided to meet outside of Seungkwan’s house, before driving to Seungcheol’s house.

The rest of the afternoon went along fast, as you freshened up, and decided on which dress to wear.

Unbeknownst to you, a phone rang somewhere in another part of the same city you live in.

“Hello?”

“Seungcheol hyung, it’s me. Mingyu.”, Mingyu’s voice came out more strained than he tried.

“Yes Mingyu-ah, what’s up?”, asked Seungcheol as soon as he heard the difference in the younger’s voice.

“I-I broke up with her. I did it.”, his voice was shaking but he was determined to not cry.

“What? Oh. Are you okay?”, Seungcheol was now fully attentive of every exhale that came out of Mingyu’s mouth.

“Yes. I mean, can you meet me?”, Mingyu asked, the tremor in is voice evident.

“Yes of course. Where are you?”, asked Seungcheol as he grabbed his keys.

“Very close actually. I am in the ___ café, near your house.”, there was some shuffling on the other side.

“Yes, okay wait.”, Seungcheol dashed out of his door and within a few minutes was in front of the cozy café.

He quickly got in and searched around a bit before his eyes landed on the slouched figure at the farthest corner of the room. He passed through several rows in the busy café and was finally standing right in front of the younger.

“Mingyu.”, he finally said as he saw the younger raise his head in a slow manner.

“Hyung.”, his eyes were watery as he tried to control his tears.

“I did the correct thing, right?”, Mingyu asked as soon as Seungcheol settled down.

“Yes. She was cheating on you Gyu.”, Seungcheol softly mumbled as he tried to sooth the heartbroken boy.

“Even I know that. But we have been together for so long. I think I got used to her presence.”, Mingyu explained after taking a deep breath.

“I know. I understand that. It’s completely normal to feel this heartbroken even if the relationship meant nothing during the ends.”, hearing Seungcheol say that calmed Mingyu down a bit.

He really wanted to forget about this. All his life he has stopped himself from feeling guilty for never confessing to ___ and he used to make himself believe that Maya was the one for him but now seeing how she sucked the life out of him was tough to watch. He really wanted to scold his younger self for not choosing ___.

“I doesn’t matter anymore.”, Mingyu finally said in a small voice.

“What do you mean?”, Seungcheol asked, a little confused.

“Didn’t you see ___ Instagram story?”, Mingyu asked as he took out his phone and showed him the screenshot.

“I don’t think you should believe everything you see.”, Seungcheol tried to explain without giving away the fact that it was all a stunt.

“I will come off as desperate if I confess now.”, Mingyu’s shoulders slumped even lower if that was possible.

“What’s the worst that can happen? She says no. But at least you will be able to get over the thing.”, Seungcheol said.

“Are you sure? Should I really confess?”, asked Mingyu.

“Listen, your friendship with her is anyways ruined after the stunt Maya pulled. I just want you to get this over with. Talk with her. She is far more intelligent than all of us. I just know that she will understand.”, Seungcheol was trying so hard to not spill the truth but Jeonghan had warned him. He was in no way allowed to tell Mingyu that the date meant nothing to ___.

 “Okay. I will talk with her today at the party.”, Mingyu seemed to look determined. Seungcheol heaved a sigh of relief as he patter Mingyu’s back and ordered coffee for both of them.

The evening came earlier than intended. You were almost ready as you slipped into the sage green dress that you have saved for this occasion. Your cheeks burned red when you remembered how Mingyu had paid for this one. It was a bold move, to wear the dress someone else’s boyfriend bought for you but you were feeling rebellious today so you decided to show up in this one and make Mingyu regret every decision he has ever made.

The makeup was subtle, your bold red lips making a statement. You decided to leave your hair as it is, the soft waves cascading down up to your waist in a dramatic fashion. You wore your diamond earrings. You had the exact color heels to go with the dress which made you extremely excited. After finally getting all dolled up you decided to call Jihyun.

“Are you ready?”, you asked as soon as the call got connected.

“Yes. I am almost out of the door.”, Jihyun said as she screamed for Vernon to get moving.

You giggled as you ended the call and decided to head out too. The walk to Seungkwan’s place was short but it took you a bit more time since you were wearing pointed heels and the weather was cold.

You reached within fifteen minutes as you rung the bell to his apartment.

“Oh my god you look gorgeous.”, Seungkwan gasped as soon as he opened the door.

You laughed a bit as you entered the warm apartment.

“I am shivering.”, you confessed.

“That can’t be it. We need shots.”, Seungkwan dramatically commented as he rushed inside to bring out a shot glass and some vodka.

“What? Before the party?”, you laughed as you settled down on the couch.

“Yes. At least one shot. You will be warm and not that drunk.”, Seungkwan explained as he poured you a shot.

You chugged it in one go, your face crinkling from the strong taste as you laughed along with Seungkwan.

“Wow that was intense.”, you said as you kept the glass on the coffee table.

“Let me prepare one for Jihyun too.”, he excitedly commented.

After taking a few shots, you, Jihyun and Seungkwan were finally ready to go to the party.

Your heart was beating fast because you knew you were going to see Mingyu and Maya there. Every minute of it felt like running away, going to your home, lying in the cozy blankets and watching sappy romance movies till midnight.

Seungkwan might have noticed your discomfort as he pulled you right towards him in the cramped space of the hired car.

“Don’t plan on running away. This is a party of your close friend, not Maya’s.”, Seungkwan reminds as you huff a bit for you have been caught red handed.

Running away felt like the best option but all your life you have ran away from problems. Fights and quarrels have always scared you, as they give you panic attacks, so running away has always been your plan A. But now you have to be strong, and face the consequences. You can’t avoid Mingyu forever, even if that means making him realize what kind of shit person he has been dating.

“I won’t.”, you said with an assuring smile.

The party was going on in full swing. Seungcheol has invited some of his colleagues too and your group of friends. He has always been a very shy person when it came to making friends, so it makes you happy when you see him surrounded by friends that he has chosen.

“Happy New Year’s Eve Cheol!”, you screamed over the music as you hugged the man in front of you.

Seungcheol beamed, his dimples making an appearance as he engulfed you in a warm hug. The hug not only felt celebratory but also a gentle reminder that he is always here with you and that you can stop running away from your problems. You gently smiled as you detached yourself from him before stumbling into Jeonghan.

He was looking extra pretty with a shimmery top and white leather pants.

“Now you look like a piece of art sir.”, you smiled as you threw yourself into your office best friend’s arms.

“Don’t even start. You look gorgeous as fuck. If I were straight, I would have proposed you right here.”, Jeonghan giggled.

You enjoyed the compliments as it made you feel a little bit more comfortable in the way you were dressed. You have always been a little less comfortable in your skin whenever you dressed in something out of your comfort zone but your friends never failed to push away your insecurities.

You got introduced to some of Seungcheol’s colleagues including a man named Dokyeom and he was the bubbliest person you have ever met. He was all lame jokes and giggles which was entertaining to watch.

“Hyung has said a lot about you.”, he said.

“All good things I believe?”, you asked back with a smirk.

“Yeah mostly.”, he said with a wide smile.

“Are you enjoying the drinks?”, he asked again, leaning a little closer for you to hear clearly but maintaining a respectful distance.

“Yes, a little. I am not planning on getting drunk tonight.”, you mumbled.

“Planning to finally confess?”, Dokyeom said with a silly smirk.

“Even you know about that?! Great!”, you said with a huff as heat crawled up your neck because of embarrassment.

“I love talking about love. So, it’s kind of adorable.”, he laughed and you smiled along with him. It was easier to smile around him as he was just silly.

“I think the man of the hour is here.”, Dokyeom said as he rushed away from you before you could question his statement.

You turned around only to meet your eyes with Mingyu. He was looking extremely handsome. With a maroon red shirt, the first three buttons unbuttoned and jeans. His hair was shorter than you remember and was styled perfectly. His eyes met yours. You have known him for the longest time and you saw the flicker of something unknown in his eyes. You tried to avoid his gaze, acting like you haven’t noticed him but he was approaching you, with steady steps and a determined face.

“Happy new year’s eve, ____.”, he said as soon as he was right in front of you.

“Same to you.”, you said as you averted his eyes and tried to involuntarily search for Maya. You have no wish to again listen to her rude remarks.

“She isn’t here. We broke up.”, Mingyu said as he minimized the distance even more.

“What? Why?”, you asked, clearly shocked.

“For you.”, he whispered as he dipped his head right beside your right ear, a trail of goosebumps breaking out in the skin of your neck.

“You don’t get to say that now Mingyu!”, you could almost feel yourself getting enraged.

You have waited so many years for him to realize how toxic Maya is. You have waited for the response of your letters. You have waited for some kind of apology. You have waited for him for ages. And now, after you have decided to move on, he is standing here with that stupid smirk on his face as if he has done you a favour by breaking up with his long-term girlfriend.

“What?”, Mingyu dumbfoundedly looked at you and that made you even more angry.

“I need some air.”, you said as you yanked your hand off his grip and walked out into the balcony, unbeknownst to the fact that Mingyu was already following you.

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✧˖* end notes: posting every monday! do suggest me ideas if you have any. also do like and comment!! it gives me motivation to write better.<3

[allyeilishh]

Billie sends reader flirty pictures and messages when she’s on break at the photoshoot for Your Turn

ᥫ᭡ YOUR TURN ── .✦ B.E.

pairing: Billie Eilish x Reader

genre: smut — sub!billie, dom!reader, mommy kink, fingering (b!receiving), strap (b!receiving), rough sex, slut usage

synopsis: Billie teases you while she’s on the set for her photo shoot of her perfume, and once she gets home, all her confidence suddenly melted away.

w/c: 2.2k

You were expecting a calm day, cleaning around the house and waiting for Billie to get home from the photo shoot she had for her perfume, “Your turn.” You knew about all the outfits she would be wearing, and you loved all of them.

Until she started teasing you with them.

You were lying down on the couch, arm tucked under your head, one hand scrolling on Instagram mindlessly. You weren’t expecting much of the day, having just finished cleaning and doing laundry, you were thinking that nothing else would happen for the day.

But then, Billie’s notification popped up. An image that you could barely make out of the small pixels, but reading the message was what made your eyes widen, and your heart begin to race.

“Can’t wait to get home.” And a little winky face emoji. That’s what made you click the message instantly, scrolling down just a bit to see the photo. And you felt heat pooling in between your legs.

It was a photo of her, just below her chest. She was in her trailer, seemingly all alone from the way she was positioned. Her legs were spread, her skirt ridden up just enough to leave it to the imagination. Her hand placed on her inner thigh, so close you almost thought she was touching herself right there.

You stared for a moment, trying to take in the picture just sent to you. And before you could stop yourself, you were saving the photo to your camera roll. But you didn’t care. She looked too good not to keep. You quickly typed out a response, rubbing your thighs together just a bit.

“Fuck. You look so good, sweet girl.”

Her response was almost immediate, it made you blink a few times making sure you weren’t imagining the message.

“Yeah? You wanna touch?”

The message made you freeze for a moment. Before it all melted away into a hot arousal pooling in your stomach. You sat up a bit, leaning your back against the pillow that was against the armrest. But before you could even type a response, another photo.

This time, it left nothing to the imagination. The photo was now taken from the side, her legs spread even wider. Her skirt was hiked up all the way, pooling around her hips. Her white, lacy panties were on full display for you. And to top it all off? There was a little wet spot forming, and her fingers were right on top of it.

You couldn’t help but let out a soft, quiet moan, just under your breath, your thighs pressing together harder. You wanted to pounce on her through the phone and bend her teasing ass over the couch.

“Stop teasing, Bils.” You had typed back, your breath shaking just a bit. You quickly saved the new photo, before quickly going into your photos app and putting it in your hidden folder. You couldn’t help yourself.

But then, nothing. For the next five minutes, there were no photos, no messages, no nothing. It made you groan in frustration, worked up and left all high and dry. You let out a sigh, but then, finally, a message. And it made your frustration grow.

“Sorry, baby, I gotta get back to the shoot. I’ll see you back home, I love you.”

You knew she was lying. You knew she was teasing you, because she had told you how long her break would be at the shoot. It would be about 25 minutes, and you knew that Billie still had at least 10 minutes left.

You knew she was just trying to get you pissed off. Teasing you. She knew exactly what she was doing, and you knew she was loving it. You let out a small groan, rubbing your eyes. You weren’t going to let Billie off the hook once she got home.

“Baby, I’m home!” Billie’s sweet innocent voice called out as she shut the door. As if she didn’t know what she had done to you a few hours before. She slipped off her shoes, before walking up to the bedroom, thinking she would find you asleep.

But when she walked in to find you still awake, and barely a few feet away from the door, she froze for a moment. Your expression was furious, arms crossed and eyebrows furrowed. She knew she was in trouble.

Before she could even speak, you dragged her further into the room, slamming the door hard behind her. You didn’t waste any time before throwing her onto the bed, pinning her down effectively with each hand on either side of her.

“H-hey, baby…” she stuttered, a nervous laugh escaping her lips. You could see the redness forming on her cheeks, all her confidence slipping through her fingers under you.

You couldn’t help but chuckle, seeing all her confidence and teasing slipping away. You leaned down more, pressing your lips onto the shell of her ear. “You are such a fucking tease, you know that? But we both know that you won’t last long once my hands are on you.”

You heard her swallow thickly. It only added to your evidence that she was losing her confidence. You pressed a soft kiss to the shell of her ear, before your hands ran down her body until you reached the hem of her skirt. You let out a soft curse, gently pulling down the soft fabric and throwing it like trash.

You lifted yourself up off of Billie, looking down at her: hips hanging off the edge of the bed, face flushed, and the wet spot on her white panties had grown. A significant amount.

You couldn’t help but bite your bottom lip, before running your finger over the soft fabric—specifically the wet spot. Rubbing over the fabric with just enough pressure to make Billie squirm. “You’re so fucking wet, baby… all for me, right? All mine.”

You heard her let out a small whine, hips twitching, but that wasn’t enough.

“Speak, baby. Use your words.” You said, pressing down on her clit just a bit more firmly.

“Yes—yes!! All for you, so fucking wet for you, only you! Please touch me, need you so bad…” she whined out, her hands reaching out to grip onto your wrists. But she didn’t force you away. Just held.

You let out a soft chuckle, before rolling your eyes playfully. You let out a soft sigh before pulling her panties down and discarding them with her skirt. You didn’t waste any time before plunging two of your digits into her soaking hole, going knuckle deep inside her.

Her hips instantly buckled up, a sweet moan escaping her lips. You didn’t let her get used to the feeling. You instantly began to pound your fingers, slick and lewd sounds coming from her throbbing pussy.

“You wanna act like a brat behind a screen but can barely speak when I finally give you what you want?” You questioned, leaning closer to her face, grabbing her jaw to force her head up to look at you. “You’re pathetic.”

But those words only seemed to make her pleasure better. You heard a louder moan coming from her lips, her lips falling open, your fingers pounding harder and faster against her gummy walls. She was reduced to a whining, begging mess, hips twitching and eyes rolling.

You couldn’t help but tsk, rolling your eyes. You could feel her thighs shaking, and you could tell she was close.

“Please, please—need to come, can I come? Please, need to come so bad…” She asked, her voice high-pitched and all whiny. Her eyes were piercing with tears, threatening to fall. But you couldn’t help but tease just a bit more.

“Who are you asking, sweet girl? What’s my name?” You asked calmly, almost too calmly for the way your fingers were pounding into her already wrecked pussy.

“M-mommy!—please, mommy, can I come? Please let me come for you,” she begged, tears beginning to fall onto her cheeks as she grabbed onto anything she could find, lips falling open in silent screams.

You hummed approvingly, adding a third finger into the mix. Her moans grew louder, and your pounding only got rougher and harsher.

“Come for me, sweet girl. Come all over my fingers.” You whispered into her ear, and that’s what sent her over the edge. She let out a guttural moan, her hips lifting off the mattress, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. You slowed down your pace, helping her ride through her high.

After a minute, you pulled your fingers out, speaking softly to her. “You’re good, sweet girl?”

All you got back was a weak nod, her eyes fluttered shut. Her head lolled over to the side, limp and spent under your hands. You couldn’t help but giggle just a bit. But you knew she was about to be in for a bigger surprise.

You let her rest as you slipped off your pants. The strap was already attached to your hips as you gently turned Billie onto her stomach. Ass up, face down. You heard a soft, confused noise coming from her lips, but when you pressed the tip of the silicone to her fluttering hole, you got another moan to spill from her lips.

“Yeah? You’re already so needy again? Such a needy slut…” you said, slowly pushing your cock into her poor hole. You heard whines and moans spilling from her lips as each inch slipped further into her, until you finally bottomed out.

You felt her hips shifting a bit, getting used to the new feeling. You gripped onto the flesh of her ass, squeezing tightly before spanking her. Leaving red marks on the soft skin. You couldn’t help but smile.

You gripped onto her hips, pulling them away, before snapping her back towards you. You heard a muffled moan spill from her lips, and it only made your smile widen. “Tell me who makes you feel this good, baby.”

A whine escaped her lips, your thrusts getting just a bit quicker. Just a bit rougher. “You—you do, only you!”

Your hand met her ass in a harsh spank, gripping onto the skin roughly. “Who?”

Your thrusts got quicker, rougher. Rougher. Her moans got louder and whinier. You knew she could barely speak, going dumb on your dick. But you needed to hear it from her lips.

“Y-you, Mommy! Mommy makes me feel this good—oh god, fuck!!” She whined, more tears falling off her face and onto the sheets below her.

You chuckled, gripping onto her hips tighter, pounding into her with zero mercy. You knew exactly how to get her all dumb around you. You shifted your hips just slightly, and you hit the perfect, spongy spot inside her that made her see stars.

You saw her eyes rolling to the back of her head, her lips falling open in a silent scream once again. And you kept hitting it, only getting faster and rougher.

You could feel her squeezing around the silicone cock, and you knew she was close. She was so close, you could just tell.

“Mommy, Mommy—please, need to come, need to come so bad—“ she whined, cutting herself off with a loud, whiny moan. You couldn’t help but say yes to that perfect face. You reached your hand around, finding her clit and rubbing roughly and quickly.

“Come for me, come for Mommy baby.” You said, giving her one last spank to her ass. All nice and red, reminding her of how bad of a girl she had been before.

And just like that, her band in her stomach snapped. She moaned loudly, hips twitching, gripping onto the sheets like it would save her life. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head before they fluttered shut, body going limp.

You slowed down your thrusts, helping her ride through her high. You waited a second before pulling out, taking the strap off and letting it fall to the ground. You gently picked Billie up into your arms, before laying you both down on the bed.

“You okay, sweet girl? Does anything hurt? Did I go too hard?” You said softly, brushing a strand of hair away from her sweaty forehead. As rough as you were just a moment ago, you knew you couldn’t help but go all soft on your sweet girl.

You felt her nod against your chest, breathing heavy and unsteady, but her voice was filled with sincerity. “That… that was amazing. Thank you, baby. It felt amazing.”

You let out a soft hum, a gentle smile playing on your lips. You leaned down to press a soft, tender kiss to her forehead, holding her closer. She was your sweet girl. Your precious baby. And you’d never let anything happen to her.

“You’re definitely not a best anymore, are you, huh?” You said, letting out a soft chuckle. You saw Billie roll her eyes, hiding her face into your chest. You couldn’t help but giggle more, running your fingers through her hair.

“Okay, okay, I’m done. Go to sleep, sweet girl.” You said softly, watching as her body snuggled up closer to yours. And within a few minutes, you felt her body going limp from exhaustion, falling into a deep slumber.

“Goodnight, my precious girl.” ⋆. 𐙚 ̊

a/n: this is the worst smut I actually ever written I hate it sm goodnight

[sayidsjarrah]

apparently *I* don't talk about sayid's flashbacks enough so I wanted to say that *I* personally wish we had learned why it is that sayid ended up becoming a torturer after saying "what you made me do no man should ever do to another" and "I will never torture again" so we're kind of just left to make up our own reasons why....... and personally no I don't think it's because he has any natural inclination for violence or because he likes or enjoys it, in my mind I think he sees what happened with the american army as a failure to his country and of his loyalty (his father was a soldier, he was probably raised to be quite nationalistic and we see that sayid is at the very least not ashamed to be Iraqi, nor ashamed of fighting in the gulf war but rather what came after...) and, radicalised by the war and the violence being done to his people and the chaos they were left in, he sees it as his chance at bettering himself for his country by using the violence he was taught to use against his people....... against theirs. and that's why when he can finally put a familiar and empathetic face to his victims; a woman who he knows, a woman who wasn't necessarily kind to him as a child but is now, a human and otherwise good person from his own childhood, he is given the chance to enact his constant regret for the life that he is trapped in and make the choice to do something better, and stop being a bystander to the regime of violence he is a tool of.

and while the dynamic between sayid and nadia perplexes me to no end because the writers dropped the ball on it so majorly... I do often wonder if nadia represented either the life he could have had (marriage to the girl next door), or the only life he thinks he is welcome to (the only person who has seen what he is and forgiven him), or if he really did just want her forgiveness because as I said, she is the first victim he ever saw as truly human. the first person he tried to save from the fate of the rest. but I do think sayid's dynamic with nadia is more compelling without the romance angle or at least with the forced romance angle, because the idea that she is in love with him always takes away from the real justification of forgiveness. there is bias. does he want objective forgiveness or does he want her to love him? the fandom misconception that she was his childhood crush frustrates me to no end because she had a crush on him...... not the other way around. she pushed him in the mud. there is nothing to suggest that he ever shared her feelings at the time besides the fact that all these years later he searches for her. is he in love with her or is he in love with the idea of her?

[vidavalor]

Hi @yowlthinks 💕Thanks for reading. A couple of thoughts in response:

<<I have observed a few peacocks like that at work, and if you get them alone, they can be all charming and human, then puff their chest out and throw you under the bus>>

I could see how Gabriel could be mistaken for one of those but that isn't actually in line with his actions, imho.

In Gabriel's very first scene, he told Aziraphale that his informant (so, Beez lol) had told him that Crowley was involved in starting Armageddon-- which means he had just come from listening to Beez vent their frustration and upset over not having the power to do anything in this instance to keep Satan away from Crowley. This is the big night of Armageddon beginning but The Supreme Archangel is taking time out of it to help a demon who is caught up in the middle of it. What did Gabriel do to try to help where he could?

He went directly to Aziraphale after comforting Beez and told Aziraphale that he needed to keep Crowley "under observation" because of Crowley's involvement with Armageddon. Spying on Crowley was already Aziraphale's job-- which Aziraphale pointed out in the scene. Why was The Supreme Archangel taking time on such a big night in Heaven & Hell to be in this restaurant to talk about Crowley? Because he was trying once again to tell Aziraphale that he knew about them and was trying to help.

He was saying to Aziraphale: look, let me worry about Heaven-- you just take care of Crowley. If someone catches you two, we tell them that I gave you a special assignment to get close to him. Me and my own informant in Hell-- and three guesses as to who that is, Aziraphale-- care about you and Crowley, and we're on your side.

It's not just even that, though-- Gabriel protected Aziraphale from Sandalphon in 1.02 and, in the script book, he's the reason why Aziraphale was able to give Crowley safe haven because he's who fought The Metatron to allow the bookshop to happen. There is no way that Gabriel would have believed Crowley doing those voices outside the tailors. He heard enough in it, though, to understand that the bookshop wasn't just a whim of Aziraphale's that he could leave behind for a little while.

He didn't want to bring Aziraphale back to Heaven in 1800 but he was being pressured by The Metatron to not let an embassy open, likely because it made a space that was less under The Metatron's control. Before Gabriel knew what the place really was, he probably thought okay, well, sucks that I have to bring Aziraphale back Up here when he likes it better on Earth and wants to be with Crowley but maybe I can just have him come back for a bit and then find a way to send him back there asap.

What Gabriel got there, though, from what Aziraphale was saying and then, really, from listening to Crowley putting on that whole show to try to get them to let Aziraphale stay, Gabriel realized why Aziraphale had built this bookshop embassy in the first place. He knew that if he recalled Aziraphale to Heaven that Crowley wouldn't be able to get into the bookshop and that would mean that Crowley would have nowhere to go to escape Satan and Hell. He helped Aziraphale keep Crowley safe because he's been on their side all along.

<<Is the Metatron looking to get an even higher position and rule fully over everything, ideally without involving God at all?>>

One of the biggest discrepancies in Good Omens right now is the fact that Frances McDormand's Voice of God absolutely, in no way, shape or form, can be the same God that The Metatron claims to be able to talk to.

Can you imagine her ordering genocide? I can't. How would a character like her, who loves Crowley so much, believe it okay to make a bet that involves killing children and taking away Job and Sitis' bodily autonomy? It doesn't make any sense. Her personality and her ideas are completely at odds with what The Metatron tells everyone are the orders of God that they are supposed to follow. To me, that suggests that he's a liar.

We've never actually seen anyone in Heaven-- The Metatron, Gabriel, Michael, anybody-- talk to God. The Metatron claims to be "The Voice of The Almighty" but the one actually credited as "The Voice of God" in the series is Frances McDormand. The Voice of God? She loves humanity and is curious and funny and adores Crowley and are you seeing where I'm going with this?

If the only person who has ever really, truly, reliably heard The Voice of God (besides the audience) is Aziraphale? Which is still the case because Job was having a religious meltdown and Crowley was drunk? Then The Voice of God is how Aziraphale hears God in his head. Frances McDormand is essentially playing Aziraphale-- she's playing a God that lives in his mind that he talks to sometimes.

This then would immediately suggest that there is no God running Heaven. The Metatron is nothing more than a dictator and a cult leader who has amassed power by telling the angels that he speaks for God when, in reality, there is no God that he's talking to. It's just The Metatron. He controls everything. He and Satan are the co-Big Bads of the story.

Ironically, one of the ways that Satan and The Metatron are controlling the other characters is by making them all see one another as enemies without realizing that they're all actually in the same boat. They're distracting everyone else by making them all too busy hating one another to work together to come at Satan and The Metatron. So, the biggest threat to the villains are those who break away, start to talk to one another, and realize who the true enemy is.

Gabriel wasn't the bad guy in Heaven-- The Metatron was, and is.

Gabriel defended Crowley in shutting down Michael's "Shua" slander...

Just after Bildad joined the group scene to help Sitis, Michael was bothered by how Gabriel was willing to allow Bildad to join them. She saw herself and the angels as superior to whoever this bedraggled, black-clad interloper was and was irritated by the fact Gabriel didn't just instantly dismiss Bildad's presence.

Michael-- a character who, in the present in S2, ordered the death of a pair of humans for simply being in the room with the immortal beings-- thought she would try to remind Gabriel with a little hint that they were superior beings to Bildad the Shuhite and that he didn't have to treat him as an equal.

Michael did this by jumping in with a know-it-all tone to draw attention to the etymology of Bildad's self-professed surname. She said: "'Shuhite', of course, means 'from the land of Shua"... which is an example of an angelic-world microaggression because what it was really doing was bringing up among all of them-- without directly saying so-- what it is that the word shua means-- and calling Crowley one.

While shua can mean prosperity, it apparently derived that meaning from an earlier sense of "sinful" opulence. It also means a series of other things, like... to cry out for salvation, to prostrate oneself, to have low morals, to drown, to be at the bottom of society, and to fall to a lower position.

Some of the definitions of shua indicate that she might have suspected he was a demon but, either way, it didn't matter to her because her point was that she thought Bildad wasn't someone she and the other angels should be associating with. Bildad wasn't "their kind" because he was from "the land of Shua"-- the bottom rungs of society.

She seemed to be saying to Gabriel that this Bildad person who had just arrived was likely a demon in the supernatural sense or, if not, was just a similarly low class, immoral, human person of no consequence, and that, either way, he was beneath them and not worthy of their time and respect.

This comment was both classist and racist and she said it aloud to Gabriel, right in front of Crowley, adding to the insult by assuming that Crowley wouldn't be as intelligent or educated as she is (lolololol) and so maybe wouldnt understand that she was insulting him. She didn't seem to care if he did.

That is why Aziraphale looked ready to murder Michael for saying that. He was glaring at Michael, furious, his teeth grinding from anger at one point. It was not just that Aziraphale was irritated that this could have gotten in the way of saving the kids-- it was that she was insulting Crowley to his face.

Unlike Gabriel and Aziraphale, Michael reacted to Crowley's presence the way that The Metatron would have expected them to behave to anyone they suspected was outside of their species or rank. She was trying to telegraph to Gabriel a warning that she thought he should not be willing to listen to whatever this Shuhite person had to say. She wanted Gabriel to shut this down.

Instead, Gabriel shut Michael down-- hard.

Gabriel threw up a hand and one of his patented withering looks and said "yes" in that fuck all the way off, Michael tone that said he knew what 'shua' meant, thanks, and it didn't bother him there might be someone from a different part of society in their midst.

His response was just instantly a reaction of don't even with the bigotry, Michael. Bildad is a person and we will be treating him respectfully.

This is the Jim in Gabriel showing up. Jimbriel had no issue with spending time with and befriending people of different species and social classes in the present of S2, just as Gabriel didn't think it inappropriate in the past that they should allow Bildad the Shuhite into their conversation.

Gabriel was always walking a tightrope with his position, trying to throw suspicion off of him long enough to hold onto the role that gave him just enough power to help as many as he could, even if it was really always The Metatron who was in charge.

Gabriel was the only one with power enough in this scene to put a stop to Michael's bigotry and he did so without a single hesitation.

Without Gabriel being open-minded and principled enough to stand up for Bildad? Job and Sitis' kids would have died because Aziraphale needed Crowley's help to save the kids and Gabriel was in control of who was in the room. Without Gabriel being fundamentally decent and overriding Michael to ensure that Bildad was treated with respect, there would have been no path for Aziraphale to help Job and Sitis.

It's also clear that none of Michael's insult escaped Crowley's sharp notice-- not that we would expect someone as clever and into words as he is to have not understood what she was saying. What Michael's bigotry blinded her to was the fact that, in trying to use etymology to insult Crowley? She had basically challenged Serena Williams to a tennis match. 😂

Crowley's response to Michael was to easily beat her at her own game. He had the space to do so after seeing that Gabriel might be a lot of things but he wasn't a bigot. Gabriel supported it by not interjecting and was probably pretty bemused by the response.

"Indeed, it does," Crowley told Michael about how being Bildad the Shuhite meant that he came from "the land of Shua", with a tone and an eyebrow raise that said he knew exactly what Michael was saying about him by bring up shua's etymology...

...where, as it happens, I am a leading shoemaker.

The Serpent of Eden, bitch. Prince of Hell. Not just a Shuhite, Archangel Michael, but *the* Shuhite. 😂

Crowley was pointing out that there's are whole worlds in various lands of Shua, too-- in Hell and places like it on Earth-- and that where Michael comes from is not the center of the universe. "What, you think they don't wear shoes in Shua?"...

You don't think we aren't people, too, Michael? You don't think we have social classes and prejudices and power struggles and all the same bullshit on Earth and in Hell the way you have them in Heaven, Michael? The same wants and needs of all people? Gabriel seems to have clued into the fact that we're all the same but it doesn't seem like you read that memo yet...

What's also of note here is that, during this reply of Bildad's? Gabriel didn't say a word. He didn't interject. He didn't tell Crowley to knock it off. He didn't flex any political muscle in the scene here at all. He thought Crowley was within his rights to sass Michael a bit and his way of supporting that was to not say anything and let him speak. He also then did something else helpful: he basically handed control of what was happening in the scene over to Aziraphale.

By the time Crowley was on "shoes in Shua," Aziraphale had his plan so he interjected with the "yes, well, it would be really helpful if you were an expert in human births" that ranks in the Top Five Most Obvious 'Shenanigans Are Afoot' Moments Imaginable. Gabriel, quiet, was just raising his eyebrow at Aziraphale but letting him run the show.

Gabriel didn't have to be basically just standing there for this moment and, at any time, he could have said enough was enough but he let it all play out. His response to the leading shoemaker suddenly maybe also being a midwife was basically just to turn to Crowley and wait patiently to find out if he was going to declare himself a birthing expert. 😂

Gabriel was just going with it by that point, letting it be The Aziraphale and Bildad Show, tacitly helping them by prioritizing Crowley's sense of safety and actively choosing to protect him over pandering to Michael's bigoted discomfort.

He used his power to defend Crowley and help him and Aziraphale save Job and Sitis' kids from Heaven, taking on great risk to himself in doing so.

That was obviously the right thing to do but it came back to bite Gabriel in S1 when Michael took a swing at him by going after Aziraphale and Crowley and showing Gabriel pictures that forced them into not ignoring the fact that they both knew that Bildad the Shuhite had been the demon Crowley.

Michael was letting Gabriel know that she knew that he had known that for a long time-- that she remembered his empathetic response to Bildad and support of Aziraphale and suspected Gabriel of having known Aziraphale was in a relationship with Crowley and having been protecting them from being caught by Satan and The Metatron.

These actions of Gabriel's during Job also add an interesting layer to the recurring thing in S2 about Crowley's long-held little pash on The Supreme Archangel that Crowley otherwise does enjoy mocking-- even if he will admit, a little moony-eyed, that he thinks Gabriel is beautiful.

It could be argued that said pash might have been helped along a bit by the fact that, from what we've seen? Gabriel was pretty much the only angel not named Aziraphale to ever really treat Crowley with respect after his fall. Crowley appreciated Gabriel standing up for him to Michael and admired the risk he took in doing so.

It adds additional layers to all the emotions he has over how S1 led to a lot of misunderstandings and missing context between them that begin to get worked out during S2.

[boyapologist]

like genuinely imagine cutting off a song about how you'd fight dragons with your fans and how they were genuinely a essential part of getting you to where you are now, to make space for a song where you tell them to go fuck themselves because they hate your racist boyfriend. something went so wrong along the way of the past couple of years in taylor's brain like I genuinely cannot recognize her any more lmao

[bunnyboy-juice]

it took 5 years, but i finally got covid ):

[thebigqueer]

literally having the worst day ever and i cant ever be happy (has only experienced minor inconveniences today but they keep adding up)

[moonystoes]

WATCH the new video of fff on minute 29:22

girl that felt like a threat for a second

I just went to watch it, sigh 🤏🤏🤏

[ouroborosorder]

I have now seen episode 8 of girls band cry

you ever see an episode of tv that hits so hard you have to pause it and lay down on the floor for a while?