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🥲 With the way my period went last week, this fic was on my brain constantly. But my god, Bug, I needed time to digest this masterpiece. (I've also saved various of your other works in my drafts to comment on later. I apologize for the reblog spam that is about to happen.)

Kay, now. Let's dive in, shall we? 🥰

Joel wakes up early the next morning and greets you with a kiss pressed to the side of your head. “Fuck off,” you mumble, your voice is still thick with sleep but he knows you mean it so he lets you sleep in a bit while he cleans the bathroom for you. He works as quietly as he can, scrubbing it and mopping it from top to bottom. He empties the trash can and the laundry hamper, he makes sure there’s a fresh bar of soap and a new washrag for you. Joel’s just finishing up and wiping dust from the mirror when you find him in the bathroom. “Mornin’, sunshine,” he says as he kisses the top of your head. “How do you feel?”

What a sweet, sweet, kind man. If I woke up to a freshly cleaned bathroom while on my period, I'd probably cry.

“I didn’t ask you to do that,” you mumble. “The bleach you used makes my head hurt worse.”

🥲 Ma'am. I get it. But. The sweet man.

If looks could fuckin’ kill, Joel thinks. You’re glaring at him. He takes that as his cue to leave. You shrink away from him as he gently brushes your arm when he walks past, then shut the door loudly behind him. Ouch. Joel knows not to take it personally, though. You’re crampy, but you’re also probably hungry. He’ll make you breakfast, something with protein because he knows you need it.

Sorry, did you say saint??? Saint Joel???

“I didn’t hear ya, sweetheart. Speak up, please.” “I said yes,” you snap. Your clipped tone cuts like a knife. Joel bites his inner cheek as he takes your plate from you.

😫 The disrespect. The bitten cheek. (Loved that bit. His annoyance is growing, but he's still keeping his cool. Again, did someone say saint??)

“No. I don’t care,” you interrupt, which hurts Joel’s feelings a little. A lot, actually.

S' OKAY, SWEET BABY. C'MERE. MAMA'S GOT YOU.

“Your glasses broke.” “Yeah. I see that.” “I didn’t mean to,” you tell him defensively. “Right.” “But you really shouldn’t leave your glasses there, Joel.”

Breaking the silence, Joel finally clears his throat and continues his thought, “I’m gonna give you two options,” Joel says. “You can walk the fuck away from me, or you can get on your knees. Whichever you choose, you do so silently. Nod if you understand.”

“You’ve earned yourself brownie points choosin’ the latter of the two options, but this still ain’t gonna be fun for you,” he says.

S' okay 🥲 I was a bitch 🥲 I deserve it 🥲 Do with me as you please 🥲🥲🥲

He draws out of your mouth entirely only to force his way back in, making you gag and sputter. You attempt to pull away but Joel keeps his hand firm on your head and holds you right where he wants you. “Nuh-uh. I don’t know where you think you’re goin’, hon.”

“Quiet,” he growls. “Heard fuckin’ enough outta you today. You keep quiet.”

🫡 Sir yes, sir.

“Let it be a lesson to ya, then, if it hurts. That mouth ‘a yours has done nothin’ but bitch and moan at me today. S’a punishment, ain’t ‘sposed to feel good.”

I have really bad news for you, then. Ahem.

“Because if I don’t fuck you,” he says, “Then I’m gonna strangle you. So which would you like?”

“I will wash the fucking sheets. We can add it to the list of all the things I’ve done for ya today, hm?”

Ohhh, he's done done. I just *loved* this bit. The frustration, how fed up he is with the reader. Suddenly you're concerned about causing a little bit of work? Oh, hohoho, no no no. Too fucking late.

Joel had assumed sexual frustration had been playing a role in your attitude today. Cramps, headaches, all sorts of things going on with you and a needy, aching pussy to boot. He does feel sorry for you, but he feels sorry for himself too. It’s why he got his first, but now it’s time for you to get yours. An orgasm should set you straight, or two or three. Whatever he feels is necessary.

😩 Ma'am. Please. I can only take so much. The hotness in just this ONE paragraph. PLEASE. 😩 "An orgasm should set you straight, or two or three. Whatever he feels is necessary." 🥲 I am a puddle on the floor.

Joel takes his free hand and uses it to press down on your lower stomach, intensifying the feeling of it all. You come hard, gushing on his fingers as you whimper his name.

🫠🙃🫠🙃

“Quiet,” he commands. He begins teasing your slit with his cock once more before he speaks, “So this is what we’re gonna do: you’re gonna take what I give you, however much or little it is. You’re not gonna cry or complain ‘cause you’ve done enough of that today. Right?” Joel pauses, “Nod your head.”

“I know, I know, sweetheart,” he coos at you to quiet you down. “You’re all out of sorts today. M’gonna fix it. I always fix it, don’t I?”

*inhales* - *screams*

He fucks you without discipline, no tenderness at all to the action with those sloppy thrusts, but you’re more lost in him than he is in you - he’s focused on your face, watching you make an ‘O’ with your mouth, and he’s focused on your bouncing body, your twitching thighs spread wide. Your moans, your whimpers and your whines, babbling nothing but nonsense. Joel’s brow is furrowed as he breathes heavily through his teeth, his soft body jerking above you as he hits that sweet spot inside you over and over and over… “It’s all ya needed, isn’t it? The whole goddamn time,” he pants. “Didn’t need to go an’ bitch me out all day if you needed lovin’ like this. Woulda been nice f’ya just said so.”

😶 I have died and am now reading this from the depth of hell. Fuuuuck me!

“Always the tears with you, huh?” he taunts. “Always somethin’. Oh, I know. I know.”

The fucking "I know"s kill me. Like, I didn't know two simple words like that could do the things to me that they're doing. But here we are. Is that a kink? Is there an "I know" kink? I think I have it.

“You’re gonna tell me what you need,” he instructs, “And you’re gonna ask for it. Nicely. So that means usin’ your manners. Please, Joel. Thank you, Joel. Remember those words?”

You’re surprised when he returns to you, pelvis covered in your blood, and scoops you right up in his arms. He helps you to your feet and on shaky legs, guides you to the bathroom. It no longer smells like bleach but instead, lavender. He’s got a candle lit on the sink and the bathtub is filled with warm, bubbly water. “Picked out a bubble bath for you earlier when I went out. Wanna test it out with me?”

😭😭😭 SAY IT WITH ME: JOEL MILLER IS A FUCKING SAINT. A SAINT THAT FUCKS, BUT A SAINT NONETHELESS.

Christ on a cracker, this was delicious from start to finish. I think you have had a lasting impact on how I see (and am trying to write) smut. 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

Thank you indeed. 🙌 A masterpiece!!!!

Seeing Red

“Because if I don’t fuck you,” he says, “Then I’m gonna strangle you. So which would you like?”

Joel’s sorry that your period sucks, but he's reached the end of his rope with your attitude. (6k)

Tags - 18+ smut, brat taming, blow jobs, face fucking, rough period sex, fingering, mating press, overstimulation and multiple orgasms, creampie, aftercare in the form of a shared bubble bath, all things periods and period symptoms so headaches, breast pain, cramps, irritability that reader takes out on Joel. You will feel so bad for being such a cunt to this man but he gets to fill two of your holes with his cum so it all kind of evens out. takes place in jackson Fic help - @beefrobeefcal and @joelsdagger for all of their love and support and eyeballs, @noxturnalpascal and @endlessthxxghts thank you both for being my compass and giving me direction and helping to make this fic perfect. I love you <3 A/N - if you're on your period, i'm sending you a hug <3 if you're not i'm hugging you too

I was reminded of my friend @covetyou's fic "Sleepless" which is a lovely piece of classic literature, just like the rest of her works, and I'd like to credit her for inspo. Thank you Lo 🤎🩷💚

You should have guessed there’d be a bloodstain in your underwear, but despite the headaches, your sore breasts, and your cramping abdomen, you’re surprised when you’re met with rusty red in your panties. Fucking great, you whisper, dripping with sarcasm, this is not what you needed today. You had so many things you wanted to get done and now you were going to be spending the whole day miserable and in pain.

“Joel,” you loudly call out. You wait a beat, nothing. “JOEL,” you yell louder.

You hear the faint sound of his recliner, the popping of his knees and the creaking of the stairs as he walks up them. His two feet are visible through the space between the floor and the bathroom door and then he knocks, “Whatcha need, darlin’?”

“New underwear,” you answer. “And a pad. Also in the underwear drawer.”

Joel walks away and returns with what you’ve asked for and slides both items under the door. You change your panties and secure the pad made of old rags and t-shirts with the clothespin attached to it. “You got it?” he asks.

“Yeah,” you reply.

“Guessin’ you just started your cycle, then.”

“Mhm.”

“Can I get you anything?”

“Nope,” you answer. “I think I’m just gonna go to bed.”

“Alright. I’ll join you, then.”

You wash your hands and rinse the bloodstain out of your panties with annoyance in the sink, wringing them out before tossing them in the dirty laundry hamper in the bathroom. When you unlock the door and leave the bathroom, Joel’s already asleep in your shared bed. He sleeps curled on his side and yet he still fucking snores - between that and the pain you’re in, you know it won’t be a restful night of sleep. You look at Joel, sleeping peacefully like a baby, and yet you wanna beat the living fucking crap out of him. You curl your body around his, stealing his body heat to soothe your cramps.

“Shitty.” You grab at the mirror and Joel’s skin crawls as you touch the glass with your thumb, the smudges left behind from your fingertips clear as day on the freshly cleaned glass. He’ll just touch it up later. You pull out your toothbrush and frown, your nose scrunched in disgust. “It smells like bleach in here,” you complain.

“Well, yeah,” Joel chuckles. “I just cleaned it for ya. ‘Course it smells like bleach.”

“I didn’t ask you to do that,” you mumble. “The bleach you used makes my head hurt worse.”

“Oh,” Joel scratches the back of his head and frowns. “M’sorry, then. Well, we can let it air out for a while, we’ll leave the fan on. Shouldn’t smell for more than a day or so.”

“Yeah, I guess.”

He cleans the kitchen first. He washes the dirty dishes you must’ve forgotten about last night and wipes crumbs from the table. As you come downstairs dressed in sweats and a shirt you stole from Joel, he’s finishing up making your breakfast. “Sit down, I made your favorite.”

You sit down at the table with your head in your hands. Joel puts a plate with two slices of perfectly golden brown toast and two over-easy eggs in front of you, then a fork and a knife on either side. He fills a glass with water for you as well. He walks away to clean up the stove, then turns around to check on you. Your face is contorted in disgust and you’re not eating. “What’s the matter?”

“I don’t want this,” you grouse.

“But s’your favorite. You love your eggs over easy,” Joel says. “And the toast, that’s fresh bread and butter. Eat up.”

“Yeah, but I wanted scrambled.”

Joel stares at you for a moment, dumbfounded. You usually hate scrambled eggs, and he knows this. But you’re not smirking or holding back laughter like you’re fucking with him. So maybe your tastes have changed, who knows. “Okay. Would you like me to make you scrambled eggs instead, then?”

“Yes,” you mumble in a small voice.

“I didn’t hear ya, sweetheart. Speak up, please.”

“I said yes,” you snap.

Your clipped tone cuts like a knife. Joel bites his inner cheek as he takes your plate from you. He quickly scarfs down the perfectly cooked eggs and toast as he makes you a new plate of breakfast, this time with scrambled eggs. He places it in front of you with a little less care than before and waits for you to take a bite. “Better?”

“Just okay.”

‘Just okay’. Of course you think it’s ‘just okay’, they’re scrambled fucking eggs - which you don’t like. You’re just being -

Joel needs to cool off. Hopefully once you’ve eaten you’re a little less irritable. “I’m gonna head out an’ do some errands. Be back shortly,” He’s met with no answer from you, which he expected.

He comes back an hour or so later with a few things from the market he’s been needing along with a couple of VHS tapes that he rented from the library. “So,” Joel says, “I picked out some movies for ya.” He lays four tapes down on the coffee table in front of the couch where you lay. “When Harry Met Sally, that’s a good one,” he begins, “Next is How To Lose a Guy In 10 Days, then Blade Runner, and I picked out My Cousin Vinny,” Joel says. He thinks you’re gonna pick out Blade Runner because it stars Harrison Ford, who he knows you have a thing for. “My Cousin Vinny is pretty good, I don’t think we’ve seen that one yet f’ya wanna give that a try.”

“Mmm, no.”

Shot down. “Okay. How ‘bout Blade Runner, then. S’got Indiana Jones in -”

“No. I don’t care,” you interrupt, which hurts Joel’s feelings a little. A lot, actually. “I wanna watch this one,” you point to How To Lose a Guy In 10 Days. “He’s cute.”

Of course you picked the Matthew McConaughey movie. God, Joel fucking hated him. He always seemed so skeezy, if there’s anyone who should’ve bit it on Outbreak Day, it should’ve been Matthew McConaughey. “Yeah, okay. Whatever. Do you think he’s dreamy too?”

“Fuck off, Joel.”

So teasing’s off the table too, he’ll add that to the list of things that have pissed you off today. Joel turns on the TV and puts the tape in the VHS player before he sits back down next to you. At first you rest on his shoulder, then you spread out and lay your head on his lap. It’s not long before you fall asleep on Joel, leaving him to watch this dumb fucking movie all by himself because god forbid he move you and disrupt your nap. He knows better than to do that.

“So fuckin’ stupid,” Joel whispers to himself as the movie plays, though he did find himself enjoying the part where the Kate Hudson sings “You’re So Vain” by Carly Simon. He always did like that song.

“Mmmm,” you groan, shifting onto your back. Joel’s hand is stroking your hair as you look up at him, but you push it away. “You’re too close to me,” you grumble.

“What’re you talkin’ about?”

“You’re crowding me. I feel smothered.”

Joel scoffs. “Oh, you feel smothered? You’re the one who laid on me.” Once again, your glare is all that you need to say. “Alright then, I’ll move.” Joel concedes. He lifts your head gently and scoots down to the opposite end of the couch. And then he hears you huff. “What?”

“Well, now I don’t have a pillow.”

Joel sighs as he gets up to grab a throw pillow from the opposite couch.

“The other one.”

You’re referring to the other throw pillow that’s absolutely indistinguishable from the one currently in Joel’s hand, but he gets it for you anyway. “Lift your head,” he says softly, putting the pillow under you. He sits back down in the spot you made him move to as you both watch the movie play, but your soft groans interrupt. You’re no doubt in pain from all the cramps right now. “I’ve got somethin’ like a heating pad,” Joel says, looking at you. “S’a big sock filled with rice, I heat it up and use it for neck and back pain. Would that help with them cramps?” You nod without making any effort to meet Joel’s eyes, which he finds a little rude. But still, you’re hurting. He’ll give you grace.

So, once again, Joel gets up for you. He goes upstairs to get his rice sock from his nightstand, then comes back downstairs and heats it in the microwave for a couple of minutes. He pokes the sock to make sure it’s plenty warm for you and then gives it to you to take. “Here,” he says, “Hold it on your tummy.”

“JESUS,” you yell at him.

“What?”

“It’s too fucking hot, Joel, why would you make it so hot?”

“Just give it a second, sweetheart, you’ll get used to it.”

“No. It was burning me.”

“Okay, then let me have it and we’ll let it cool off a minute. Christ almighty.” Joel takes the sock back from you, and he knows his hands are pretty calloused but…it doesn’t feel that hot. When a few minutes have passed, he gives it back to you. “This should be better.”

You lay the big, warm stuffed sock across your stomach and frown. “It’s not warm enough.”

“You have gotta be kiddin’ me.”

“Mm-mm,” you shake your head, giving Joel back his sock like you just assume he’ll heat it up again for you.

“Just a couple minutes ago you screamed bloody murder about it burnin’ you. And now it’s not hot enough?”

“Yeah, that’s what I said.” When Joel doesn’t jump immediately to reheat the sock for you, you look at him impatiently. “Joel.”

“You can ask, you know.”

But Joel gets the hint and gets up for you a third time to reheat the sock he’s letting you borrow. You don’t say please, and when he returns with the sock reheated, there’s no thank you either. What does he get from you? “It’s too hot.”

“Then tell me how I should rectify that for you, because last time I let it cool off and it wasn’t warm enough for ya after.”

“I don’t know,” you snap. “You’re just really upsetting me right now. Everything hurts and your voice is grating.”

“I’m upsetting you?” Joel repeats your words back to you. “And my voice is grating.”

“Yes.”

He’s about at his wits end. “You know, you–” Joel decides not to finish that sentence. Instead, he sighs as he pinches the bridge of his nose and breathes out on the count of five. “Two, three, four…You need to drink some water. S’your first issue, you’re probably dehydrated. Did you drink any water?”

“It’s not your business.”

Jesus fucking Christ. “Okay, well I’m makin’ it my business.” Joel gets up for the fourth goddamn time and slams the cup cabinet before filling a glass with water from the sink. He marches back to the couch, “Sit up,” he says. “Drink.”

“I don’t want to,” you whine.

“It’ll fix your headache. Drink.”

“It won’t actually, that’s a myth.”

“Right, what do I know when you’ve got an answer for fuckin’ everything. Drink.”

You sit up, scowling at Joel as you take a sip.

“All of it.”

You drink the rest of it, glaring at him the whole time. He’s so full of shit, as if any of what you’re going through could be fixed by drinking a glass of water. Water won’t fix your cramps, won’t fix your aching and sore back. When you’re done, you slam the glass on the end table next to you and in doing so, break Joel’s reading glasses. Oops. Didn’t see those. The lenses aren’t shattered, but one of the arms is all bent now. When you look at Joel, he’s biting his bottom lip and breathing deeply. “Your glasses broke.”

“Yeah. I see that.”

“I didn’t mean to,” you tell him defensively.

“Right.”

“But you really shouldn’t leave your glasses there, Joel.”

“Yeah, right. Shouldn’t leave my glasses on the end table,” Joel says. “I should leave them where, exactly? Maybe the floor?”

“Somewhere else.”

“Right. Somewhere else.”

He’s hoping that by repeating your words back to you, you start to hear how absolutely ridiculous you sound. But you don’t seem to. Joel turns and walks away before he fucking throttles you.

“Can you put on the next movie? I wanna watch My Cousin Vinny.”

Now, now you want to watch that movie. And Joel’s gonna miss out, because he can’t stand to be around you for one minute longer. “Are your legs broken?”

“Yes.”

Walked into that one. “You’re fuckin’ impossible. Fine. I’ll put it on, then I’m goin’ away for a bit.”

“Good.”

Oh, he could fucking kill you. This whole day he’s heard nothing but complaints from your mouth, no pleases or thank you’s at all. Everything he’s done today has been for you, and you couldn’t give a flying fuck.

Joel puts on the movie, grabs his bent glasses from the end table and heads out to the garage without saying a single word to you. You wonder what bug crawled up his ass.

My Cousin Vinny plays just fine until Vinny shows up in his ridiculous suit to the courthouse. The tape begins to skip a whole bunch, the movie barely making sense, and you have no idea how to fix it - not that it’s your job to know, anyway. So you call out the name of the man whose job it is.

“Joel.”

No answer.

“JOELLLL,” you yell.

Same deal. You sigh as you sit up and get off of the couch, walking to the garage door. There’s finally a break in your cramps and you’re feeling halfway-human for the first time since yesterday. Entering the garage, you find Joel sitting at his workbench, he’s working on bending the frame of his glasses back into shape. “Joel.”

He doesn’t turn around to look at you and in fact, he heard you calling for him. He had just ignored you. “Looks like your legs are workin’ now,” Joel replies, without looking at you. “S’a miracle. Means you can follow me around now, terrific.”

You choose to ignore his sarcasm. “Whatever. You need to do something for me. The VCR is messing up and you have to fix it.”

“Hm,” he hums.

“What’s hm?”

“I’ve fixed lotsa things for you today,” he says quietly. “I need some time to fix my glasses that you broke. S’a difficult task on account of the fact I need my glasses to see.”

“You can do me one favor, Joel. It won’t kill you.”

Joel stops and gently places his broken glasses on his work bench. He turns to his right and glares daggers at you. “One favor,” he scoffs. “Oh, you’re a fuckin’ peach. You wanna try that again?”

“Try what again?”

You’re fucking with him. You have to be fucking with him. Why are you fucking with him? You’re not antagonistic like this, not usually, so he concludes that you must be looking for a fight. At this point, Joel is too.

“I’ve done you countless favors today, sweetheart,” Joel gripes.

“Yeah, but-” you begin.

Joel’s large, warm hand suddenly covers the lower half of your face, silencing your argument. “If the next words outta this mouth aren’t thank you, then I don’t wanna hear ‘em. In fact…”

He bites his inner cheek, nodding his head as he thinks. The way he stares at you, his dark eyes piercing through you - you feel the chill deep in your bones. A wave of clarity hits you as you recall some of the details of the day, the way Joel was there at every turn and while you were busy being cranky and achey, he was trying to wait on you hand and foot. Shit. You’ve been a Grade-A bitch to him all day, a total fucking cunt.

It’s like you’re watching a scene from a movie. You hear Joel’s words, but you almost don’t believe they’re real and so they don’t quite register. He pulls his hand away from your face slowly. Your mouth falls open a bit but you don’t say or do anything.

“Nod. If. You. Understand.” You nod quickly. Joel awaits your decision as you look at the garage door and contemplate your clean way out from this situation, “So what’ll it be?” he asks. Despite it all, that uneasy feeling in your gut, you drop to your knees anyway, eyes still lingering on the door before you look up at Joel. You trust him to take care of you and you think you might owe him this obedience after your behavior today. “You’ve earned yourself brownie points choosin’ the latter of the two options, but this still ain’t gonna be fun for you,” he says. It should scare you - and it does - but you’re still thrilled by it, by the way he sighs and his knees crack as he gets off of his barstool, by the cold look in his eyes as he reaches under his thick belly to unbuckle his belt. Standing above you, he pulls out his half-hard cock and pumps it, feeling it grow to full length in his hand. He’s thick, veiny, and generously sized, a pearly white bead of precum sits atop his slit. His cock is just an inch or two away from your mouth as he holds it between his fingers, his thumb on top and middle and forefingers on the underside. With his other hand, he cards his fingers through your hair and pulls you close, the tip of his cock pressing against your lips. “Open.”

You part your lips open and with that, Joel pushes himself into your mouth inch by inch. You smell him first, that musky and heady sort of scent. Next, you taste the saltiness of his skin and his precome on your tongue and for a moment it’s pleasurable, with his cock halfway in your mouth. You wrap your hand around the end of his shaft like you know what he wants but you don’t know, not really - Joel holds your hand in his own and squeezes it so that your knuckles grind against each other a little bit. He pushes himself further and you can’t lick him or savor this like you wanted to, you just feel his cock intruding, sliding into your mouth. Joel’s testing you, making sure that you can handle all of him and if you can’t, you know he’ll make you.

There’s no gentleness to it, he fucks your mouth heatedly so that you’re drooling and choking on him, your eyes springing with tears as that pressure builds behind them. “Breathe through your nose,” he reminds you. “In and out. You ain’t done jus�� ‘cause you’re cryin’.” Your lips are sore with the repeated action, your jaw is aching. He rolls his hips, his cock is deep down your throat as he relishes in your warm, wet mouth and the way it makes him feel.

“Mmm,” you moan, you’re not sure if the noise is indicative of your pleasure or discomfort.

“Quiet,” he growls. “Heard fuckin’ enough outta you today. You keep quiet.”

Your nose is buried in that thatch of coarse curls as he rocks his hips over and over, his soft and pillowy tummy bouncing against your forehead. You squirm and whine as his tip teases the back of your throat and your mouth feels so full, uncomfortably so. Joel picks up on that. “Let it be a lesson to ya, then, if it hurts. That mouth ‘a yours has done nothin’ but bitch and moan at me today. S’a punishment, ain’t ‘sposed to feel good.”

He’s grunting and groaning, eyes screwed shut as he uses you, pumping in and out of your mouth. Your jaw aches with the brutality of the way he fucks your mouth, and just as you think you can’t take anymore, you feel Joel’s cock begin to twitch and pulse. He comes in your mouth without a warning, painting your tongue with his hot spend. It’s salty and bitter and warm on your tongue. Once you’ve swallowed, Joel reaches down and yanks you up by your bicep. He thought fucking your mouth and coming down your throat would make him feel better but honestly, it doesn’t. As he looks at your face, all puffy with tears and swollen lips, he can’t quite find it in himself to let go of his anger. Not yet, at least. “Let’s go,” he grunts as he drags you with him towards the garage door. He marches you though the house and up the stairs.

“Where are we going?”

“Bedroom,” Joel growls, answering your question like it’s obvious. You suppose it should be, but you figured he was done with you. But he’s not. The regret begins to set in when you realize the retribution you’re about to be met with for the way you’ve treated Joel today. You’d be lying if you said that while wallowing in your pain you didn’t notice how your curt tone got under his skin, hurt his feelings and frustrated him immensely. The dread you feel can’t save you, it’s all too late now.

“Because if I don’t fuck you,” he says, “Then I’m gonna strangle you. So which would you like?”

“Fuck me,” you whisper.

“Exactly.”

Joel pushes you into the bedroom and locks the door behind himself. “Lie down on your back,” he says.

You protest, “But the sheets, Joel. The blood–”

“I will wash the fucking sheets. We can add it to the list of all the things I’ve done for ya today, hm?”

When you don’t jump at his request, Joel takes initiative. He pulls off your - his - shirt from your body and then bends you over the end of the neatly made bed, the old and worn comforter feels rough on the skin of your cheek. Joel pulls down your sweatpants and panties in one motion and then flips you over onto your back, your legs hanging off the end of the bed. You feel embarrassed when you catch a glimpse of your bloodied pad and underwear, moreso when you feel yourself making a mess on his bedding and between your legs.

“You didn’t make yourself come today, did you?”

“Uhh–” you stutter. “I - I…”

“No point in gettin’ bashful now, darlin’. Just gimme an answer.”

“No,” you tell him. It’s been a while.

“Figures.”

Joel undresses himself before pushing your thighs apart and hitching your legs around his waist. Slowly, he slides his thumb through your folds and then circles your clit. He knows you’re vulnerable like this - bleeding pussy on display for him as you make a mess of his sheets. But he’s patient, and he massages your clit calmly until you finally let a moan, a little mmm slip. He smirks at that.

He pushes his middle two fingers inside you, pumping in and out slowly. He then curls his fingers, searching for that sweet spot on a woman he loves so much. “Fuck,” you cry out, legs instinctually closing shut around him, and he knows he’s found it.

“Don’t fight it,” he says, opening you back up. He curls his fingers and circles your clit in tandem, making all sorts of lewd noises with your cunt. He admires your body all laid out for him like this, your breasts and your pebbled nipples, soft tummy rising and falling with your breathy oh’s and ahh’s, thick curls framing your pretty pussy like a picture just for him. Joel takes his free hand and uses it to press down on your lower stomach, intensifying the feeling of it all. You come hard, gushing on his fingers as you whimper his name.

Joel pulls his fingers from your core and wipes them haphazardly on his own torso. “Joel,” you gasp when you feel the thick head of his cock at your entrance.

“I am sorry,” he begins, notching his tip inside you and popping it out. He slides the blunt head through your folds and over your clit, then taps the sensitive part of you with himself. “That you’re in pain. It isn’t fair and I know that. But you’ve done nothing but take your hurt out on me.” He presses himself inside you again, “I’ve got a half a mind to take my own hurt out on you, y’know.” His voice is dark and angered, but he speaks calmly in a way that contrasts the darkness but maintains his authority all the same. “And I think I’m gonna.”

“Joel, I– ”

You obey his rule and nod, yes.

He drags his cock up and down your cunt again, the soft skin of your labia rubbing so nicely against his thickness. He notches himself inside you over and over again, pushing in a little bit deeper each time and pulling back out. You whine, rolling your hips in search of more. “I know, I know, sweetheart,” he coos at you to quiet you down. “You’re all out of sorts today. M’gonna fix it. I always fix it, don’t I?”

Yes. You nod again. Quiet.

“S’right,” he says. “Good girl.”

With that, Joel pushes his leaking cock into you entirely, one gradual slide that has you sucking in a breath that comes out in a strained sort of whimper. His hard, warm shaft parting your insides, filling you whole. Joel hears it in the way that you sigh, that this, this is what you needed. He rocks his hips once, twice. Experiments with shallow thrusts, inching his way in and out of you before he draws out of your pussy entirely only to thrust himself right back in, deeper and harder than before.

With the fullness of Joel inside of you, everything seems to melt away - all that anger, misplaced or not. Joel’s rhythmic thrusting soothes you, sort of. The soreness of your body, the aching cramps in your abdomen are all gone as you focus on the in and out, the in and out. He builds a comfortable pace, but one that borders on too much too soon. His hands on your waist, pulling you towards him as he pushes into you in equal measure.

“It’s all ya needed, isn’t it? The whole goddamn time,” he pants. “Didn’t need to go an’ bitch me out all day if you needed lovin’ like this. Woulda been nice f’ya just said so.” Joel reaches for your breasts, harshly squeezing the tender, sore flesh. You wince in pain and he loosens his grip, focusing on your nipples instead. He twists and flicks the sensitive buds and your moans become louder, more high pitched. Joel fucking loves it when that happens, you never realized.

“Oh, Joel,” you moan, “Yeah, fuck.”

With one hand still teasing your nipples, he brings the other to your pussy. A few strokes of his thumb on your clit is all it takes to send you over the edge a second time, wanton moans and choked sobs spilling from your lips as he fucks you through it.

And fucks you, and fucks you.

And keeps fucking you.

It doesn’t end, he doesn’t slow himself and you never feel that come down, that descent from pleasure. It keeps going, like pressure with nowhere to go and you feel like you might break. “I can’t, I need you to stop, stop, Joel.”

“Nuh-uh,” he shakes his head, thrusting still. “You can take it, be a good girl. Gonna fuck you good and deep like you need. You brought this on yourself, anyway. Two more.”

This whole time, he doesn’t stop. It’s so much at once and when you thought it was going to end, it doesn’t. Tears of overstimulation spring in your eyes and flow freely down your cheeks. Joel lets you cry because he knows you need it, he knows the release is good for you. You poor thing, how much you must be feeling right now, both physically and mentally. “It’s too much, Joel, I can’t,” you plead.

“Always the tears with you, huh?” he taunts. “Always somethin’. Oh, I know. I know.”

It’s the way you look at Joel that causes him to cave, eyes all wide and tear-stained. You’re spent and he knows it, what with all that your body’s put you through. You’ve had a rough day and though he did too, he can’t help but feel sympathy for you at this moment. “Oh, my sweet girl. What am I gonna do with you, hm?”

“I don’t know,” you sniffle.

“Know you don’t, ‘n you don’t have to. S’my job,” he soothes. With his clean hand, he traces the side of your face and rubs his thumb over your cheekbone. “How about this, then - what are we gonna do next time you’re not feeling so good?”

“I’m - I’m–”

“You’re gonna tell me what you need,” he instructs, “And you’re gonna ask for it. Nicely. So that means usin’ your manners. Please, Joel. Thank you, Joel. Remember those words?”

“Yeah,” you nod, “Yeah, I remember.”

“But you forgot ‘em the whole day today,” Joel says softly. “I think you gotta learn to compromise, too,” he adds. The guilt had begun to set in before, but you really start to feel the burn now. You were unkind to Joel, and he’s been nothing but sweet, doting on every one of your needs. “I think an apology’s in order for the way you treated me today.”

He’s right, and you know it. “I’m sorry. I’m really sorry, Joel.”

“Oh, I know you are. You just needed the reminder, s’okay,” You hadn’t even noticed how his thrusting had slowed to a still until it picks up again slowly, as he presses kisses to you. Your cheeks first, then your lips. “I’ll compromise too - I’m only gonna make you come one more time, not two. Sound good? Sound fair?”

“I don’t think I can, Joel…”

“Yeah, you can, s’the last one. Take it good for me,” he encourages. “Take it good.”

That’s what he repeats as his thrusts build again, fucking you deeply. Take it good, take it good for me. He hikes you up further on the bed and joins you so that he’s no longer standing at the floor, he’s got you pressed in half instead, your knees on either side of your chest and your feet above his shoulders. This angle intensifies everything and he knows, oh he knows how much it is for you. You’re tired, sore, overstimulated. But you’ll be done soon, he’ll be done with you soon. He takes your hand and wedges it between your bodies, pressing your own fingers to your clit, “Let go for me, I wanna feel you let go for me,” he says. “Focus right here. You’re gonna come with me, keep your eyes on me…”

You don’t even have to massage your clit, the way Joel angles himself has his body doing all the work, his pubic bone adding pressure to your fingers adding pressure to your clit. It’s intense, all of it - deeply energetic, overwhelming. You can’t quite discern your orgasm as it builds, there’s no definitive start but it’s powerful, devastating almost. Washing over you in waves, you feel it in the base of your spine first. You feel it in your gut, the backs of your thighs all the way to your toes. You hardly register that he’s coming with you, filling you deep with his come. His jaw is clenched tight and he’s groaning, grunting as he milks himself in you.

He leaves you there, whimpering, twitching on the bed. You hear the faint sound of running water, you figure he’s washing himself off. You’re surprised when he returns to you, pelvis covered in your blood, and scoops you right up in his arms. He helps you to your feet and on shaky legs, guides you to the bathroom. It no longer smells like bleach but instead, lavender. He’s got a candle lit on the sink and the bathtub is filled with warm, bubbly water. “Picked out a bubble bath for you earlier when I went out. Wanna test it out with me?”

“Yeah,” you sniffle. “Yes. Please.”

Joel sits in the tub first, spreads his legs and welcomes you to sit between them. He washes the blood from your poor, sensitive core and your thighs, washes it from his own body as well. When he’s done, he pulls you back into his chest and his hands find your breasts. “They’re tender, huh,” he murmurs into the side of your head.

“Super, yeah. Sore.”

“I’ll bet,” he says. He gently massages the tissue for you, his strong hands working you out in a way you can’t quite do.

“Thank you,” you whisper.

Joel chuckles. “Bout fuckin’ time you thanked me,” he says. “You’re welcome.”

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watercolor-hearts · 1 year ago

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#when you read the new chapter of your favorite ongoing story and it's so painful that you have to think about whether you can continue #reading it in the future because it really doesn't help your mental health #the story is beautiful and everything i wish to ever reach that level in writing but god... i'm not sure if i can do this now. the reading.#the comfort in the hurt/comfort tag there is my only handhold now #that's really a high level of writing when the story has this strong affect on you #i feel so down guys #i feel like i should leave for a while because i would keep spamming with posts like this and i don't want that because it's a fandom blog #and not a diary #my useless posts

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hhoonii · 3 months ago

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𑈴 ❀ ͙𑱢 ♡ཽ⃕ ︎ ︎EVERYDAY RELATIONSHIP THINGS WITH ENHYPEN (HYUNG LINE)

pairing: hyung line!enhypen x reader, genre: fluff, non idol! au, warnings: mentions of food, kissing

— heeseung

likes giving kisses to catch you off guard. teases you because he thinks you’re too cute. gets flustered when he sees you wearing his clothes. sends you memes he found on twitter. lets you rest on his arm, even when it starts feeling numb after a while. never wants you to carry anything heavy, and if he sees you trying to he’ll take it right out of your hands. always asks you to pick what pictures he should post (you know best ><). “i think i’d fall in love with you in every lifetime”.

— jay

makes you a cup of coffee every morning, just the way you like it. writes letters to you saying how much he loves you. hates aegyo but would do it if you asked (he’s so down bad for you LMAO). tip toes when you’re sleeping to not wake you up. likes drying your hair after you shower. if you lost a game, your punishment would be a shower of kisses from him. yaps about random things that fascinate him while you lay in his lap. “you turned my world upside down, but i like it that way”.

— jake

leaves little notes around the house for you. likes cuddling and kissing in bed on sunday mornings. gets oddly competitive when playing board games with you. tells you random science fun facts. likes painting your nails. insists you get the last piece of food when sharing. spams “i love you” over text when you’re away from each other. loves to keep his hand on your waist. plays with your hair and makes a mustache with it. “we’re fated to be together, don’t you think?”.

— sunghoon

gets pouty for no reason and you find it adorable. likes to carry you princess style. remembers even the littlest things about you. likes making inside jokes only you two understand. asks you to check his fit before leaving for work. comforts you with the warmest hugs. makes you paper rings using straw wrappers whenever you go to restaurants. saved you as his number one emergency contact and makes sure you saved him as your number one too. his ears always turn red after kissing you. “you’re mine and i’m yours”.

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starzblvd · 1 year ago

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Pampering your girlfriend to a soothing bath after a rough day from summers scorching heat then letting her use your hand to get herself off <33

an: modern!ellie, college!ellie, gf!ellie, got this idea while doing my extra long everything shower which originally just started off as fluff but yk, was supposed to post this like 2 weeks ago but then I got slumped with other stuff..anyways Ellie refers to you as angel because I love the pet name so much 🩷

Disgustingly hot was what the temperature is around this time of summer. The heat suffocating you immediately after stepping outside. Ellie curses herself on the drive home when the ac of her red 1989 Ford F-250 decided to stop working on one of the summers hottest days. Hot weather called for a hot tempered Ellie, god it’s the afternoon and it’s still this fucking hot.

She’d walk out of her car with an angry pout of a scowl irritated of the stickiness the sweat induced during her drive home to your shared apartment. Ellie’s skin was covered in a glossy sheen when she’d reach the door, whole day she was stuck dealing with the blistering heat with her lecture halls ac coincidentally broke down too. If one thing were to piss her off in this state she’d be ready to pull a hissy fit. She knocked with urgency to get the relief of cold air, a minute passed and another knock perused, two more minutes and she’s calling out your name slightly banging the door. Ellie reaches for her key from her back pocket jamming the key in loudly when you unlock it before she does greeting her wearing an apologetic smile, “didn’t mean to keep you out, was just fixing a bath for you”

You’d known she was beat from how hot she was the entire day by the spam of texts complaining about everything and anything “I hate this chair it’s so uncomfortable” or “can he talk any fucking faster so we can leave”

Ellie couldn’t be mad when you’d been so sweet waiting for her to come back, letting her shoulders drop their stiff lock allowing you to walk her away the shutting door. “You didn’t have to do all that, im just glad to even get outside that godman place, seriously how do all ac’s suddenly get an idea to break down today,”

You’d notice the glowing gleam layer of sweat she walked in with, after she’s pulling you into her gentle embrace contrasting her tone and expression

“but thank you angel, always so sweet to me”

She was tired and so was her voice, raspier than her typical tone. Couldn’t just leave her in her own when she’s so drained,

“let me do the work for you today”

Ellie’s eyebrows lifted confused to what you’re suggesting but follows your trail nonetheless, as your girlfriend she trusts you.

“just sit down and I’ll bathe you, you know?” You take your seat on the edge of the tub looking at her with such an adoring expression she didn’t hesitate to strip and climb into the tub. Her hair was tied back in effort to combat the heat, you take out the hair tie allowing her hair to fall for you to use a container to pour water over her. A giggle escapes her lips when she shuts her eyes from the water.

She enjoyed how dotting you were to her, enjoyed with the way your fingers move in little circles on her scalp messaging in the lathering shampoo, the little kiss you placed on her forehead after rinsing the pine lavender scented conditioner out.

“We should do this more often, like way more often,” Ellie was completely aloof getting taken care of and content with how loving your touch was, almost made her feel a bit guilty for the idea that was looming over her now, almost. “Yeah?” It’d feel just as peaceful for you to care for her. Reaching over for the body wash Ellie’s hand grasps onto your wrist, wet with small bubbles mixed in from the shampoo.

“you wouldn’t mind for me to use your hand a bit would you angel?” Her voice was softer now, any pent up irritation had washed away by now, looking to you with her slight smirk, the same smirk that’d leave your stomach coiling itself up knowing she only had this look when she’d have another one of her ideas.

“Go ahead,”

Still puzzled she lowers your hand to the water guiding your hand to touch the toned muscles of her torso that stiffed with anticipation. Your touch never failed to excite her no matter how long you’ve been together. Noticing the limpness of your hand Ellie spoke up in type of whisper,

“you can tell me to stop”

Taking the hint of what she was insinuating you slowly shift your fingers open to glide your touch over her warm body,

“No no, I want to keep going,”

You’d coo with all the reassurance she needed. Dragging your hand further down, she caressed the sides of her lips with your finger tips feeling the shock it brung earning a small grunt from her slowly teasing her entrance. Spreading her legs further apart Ellie’s hand adjusted your middle and ring finger onto her exposed folds to start some friction easily sliding them up and down with the mix of her slick and water. All you’d hear was the slow sloshing of water and the small whimpers she muffled through her lips.

She kept her eyes closed concentrating on getting to her high using you. Ellie guides your fingers to soothe her puffy clit only being met with your resistance holding her back, instead to run your fingers anywhere else but her clit.

“thought you were supposed to be helping me,” Ellie let’s out grunting into your ear.

despite her efforts to move you onto her ache you keep prodding her folds, writhing from your neglectful touch, she was so needy for you every second you denied her a rub to give her the release she chased for.

“Thought I was the one supposed to be doing the work for you tonight.”

Ellie was growing tired of the lack of attention she was desperate for, she shoved the two fingers down plunging them inside her, her lips parted allowing her sweet moans to fill the room and your ears.

“we both know you could be doing a better job at that right now angel.”

She couldn’t help herself pushing you deeper into her to touch the spot that always had her unfolding below you. Making her hand jerk faster to pump your fingers quicker to speed up she’d be getting closer to the orgasm her body was pleading for.

“Since you’re so pretty like this I guess I can try harder,” you smiled looking at how the muscles of her arm flexed each time she’d move in and out, you keep your open hand busy by gently rubbing her shoulder whilst bringing your underwater thumb to her clit pressing into her before finally giving in and pacing it into circles.

“cmon cmon cmon, keep going angel please”

Begging and unraveling right before you with a final fast pump and stroke to her clit Ellie’s back straightened and curved into an all familiar arch. Her eyes harshly shutting closed but you wanted to see the eyes you loved so much, lifting the hand from her shoulder to her jaw pulling her face to yours, Ellie’s still wanning off her orgasm by drowning her pace down until she’s finally done sliding you out from herself.

She brought your hand back to surface embracing your hard working fingers with a kiss keeping her hold onto you as Ellie slides down into the tub to just the point where her neck starts.

“you can finish your job now,” she was smiling looking forward to the next time.

#ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x you #ellie williams fanfiction #ellie tlou2 #ellie williams #ellie williams fluff #ellie x fem reader #ellie x you #lesbian #wlw #ellie williams smut #ellie x reader #ellie smut #ellie the last of us #the last of us #tlou 2 #ellie tlou

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nisimultifandom · 4 months ago

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18+

Warnings: smut, dark!Rafe,slapping, curse words, filthy

Rafe has been making your life hell ever since you broke up, you wished at times you never met him that night at the country club. The constant spamming your phone wasn’t the biggest problem, but that he has been terrorising your friends life too. You felt bad that they had to pay for your mistakes even though it wasn't entirely your fault. Most guys would try

to get back into your life by being romantic and saying that they changed, not Rafe. All though in some sick way he still loved you, Rafe held you accountable for it being over meaning that love wasn’t the only thing he was feeling, it was also hate.

One day while out with the pogues you all decided to enjoy the bonfire and drink a little, he was there too but instead of being filled by the liquor being passed around he was intoxicated with something else, something that has been the reason of the messy break up, his aggressive outbursts being to much to handle. Some people take drugs to fulfill the emptiness and have some fun, he did it to be able to abuse his power without feeling guilty.

He came up to you that night, you were alone because you wanted to fill up your empty plastic cup. Panicked you opted to leaving the alcoholic drink and run to your friends, but of course he was faster grabbing your wrist, taking it away from his grip wasn’t an option.

,,Let go of me Rafe“

,,Come on y/n you know I was just playing“ He said while rubbing your forearm, it was all a tactic, you knew it

,,It was no playing, I begged you to let me go“ he quickly removed the tear rolling down your face, it felt nice but you knew he was up to no good.

,,None of that crying baby, we’re here to have fun, I mean what kinda fool would let such a pretty girl go“ The corners of his lip ride up, he had a soft look on his face

Snap out of it y/n he’s only messing with your head ,,I-I missed you too“ that’s not the way to go

,,That’s exactly what I wanted to hear“ You feel yourself being dragged through the crowd, you’re trying to keep up but you had a little to much to drink , so the main problem is not throwing up on him, even though he would deserve it. When he finally gets to the Cameron residence , he all but pushes you inside and then on his bed

,,What are we doing Rafe?“ you asked concerned, before he answers his shirt is already of and your hands are bound by his belt

,,Reliving memories“

,,are you high, Rafe?“ His grin deepened, and you could feel your body getting warmer because of the anxiety

,,Remember when we were both high and you asked me to fuck you until you cried, you were so fun back than“ His hands were wondering all over your body making that part of you wish he would just rail you already, you knew it was wrong, but so good.

The way he was looking at you the side of his mouth higher than the other, his polo shirt that hugged his fit body, it all made you want to melt away. You let a little whine out and a ,,p-please“

,,Please what? You have to say more than that“ Your eyes widened up at that, you didn’t wanna say it but you could tell he was getting impatient

,,I asked you a question, you better answer it“ his index finger was pointing at you and the lust in his eyes was evident ,,I-I want you to touch me“ his gaze lowered until your crotch was in sight and his hand was already under your short skirt

,,Where? Here?“ The moment he touched your pussy, your whole body shook and you could only nod your head fast making sure he understood, but he didn’t like that, his hand immediately travelled to your neck taking it in a tight grasp

,,I said talk, don’t be a fucking brat“ he says ,,You know what happens when you don’t listen“ The annoyed sigh he lets out made you much wetter than it should have, you did always like how dominant he is

,,Yes“ ,,Yes, what?“

,,I want you to touch me there, and everywhere you want, just use me“ Your breathing starts getting rougher and you swear you could start crying if he doesn’t do something already

He slaps your cheek gently, letting a small laugh right after ,,now that’s the begging I deserve” His hand is back where it was before and your panties are ripped off of you, causing you to let out a gasp, he slaps you again ,,Did I say you could make a sound? You shake your head

,,Good slut” his two fingers start working at your clit and you wander if you’re even allowed to moan, but the nod of approval is enough for you to let out a loud cry ,,that’s it, cry for me” after a few minutes you can feel your orgasm building up and your whole body shaking and right when you think it’s there, he stops

,,You weren’t gonna come without me inside of you, were you?” He asks with a raised eyebrow, you shake your head again, and he grabs your throat once again

,,If you don’t start speaking when talked to, I’ll leave you like this” ,,M’sorry, I thought you were gonna let me come” you answer sincerely, he smirks again before taking of his boxers and letting his cock out

,,Oh poor girl, you are going to come, but only after I’m satisfied too” He grabs your legs puts them around his waist so he can get a better angle. After jerking himself for a few seconds he finally sticks it in, and you could swear you see stars, you throw your head back and let out another moan

,,That’s all it takes for you to cry out?” He loves every minute of it but he doesn’t let you know

,,Its so big Rafe” that was all that it took for him to start pounding into you shaking the whole bed and you, he then comes closer and kisses your lips roughly the only thing you do is hug his bigger body to get him closer to you

When you are both close to reaching the end, he finally lets out a loud groan ,,can I come?” He only nods, still rutting into you, Rafe fixes his position one last time to be on his knees, your legs just hanging in the air and then you finally come together ,,Fuck, that was amazing” he whispers, your eyes are closed but you can feel his long fingers wiping the sweat of your forehead, you smile up at him and drag him in for another deep kiss before he falls next to you, noticeably exhausted

,,Can’t believe I almost lost all of this”

#outer banks #rafe cameron x reader #dark!rafe cameron #obx fic #rafe cameron #y/n

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captainzigo · 8 months ago

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🤓☝️ i think you mean effect, not affect

i am dyslexic. i spell stuff wrong all the time and i type weird. please don't bother correcting me. wooptydoo your brain is wired normally. sending you a medal.

on my username:

i've had the same username since i debuted on the internet. zigo is the name of an oc i made that i dont really talk much about anymore. zigo is a fine enough nickname, and at least one person calls me that irl.

#prickly pear #my ocs #pinned post

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insomanic-fanfication · 10 months ago

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Batfam's reacting to you falling asleep on Tim

Author's note: Full fanfics will have to wait, but I will be doing these types of things for a bit. Feel free to send in asks! I thought this post was cute and got my creative bug working again. I also wanted to avoid spamming Gator's inbox cause' I already sent in one or two.

Dick Grayson: The proudest brother alive! Look at Timbo finding love! Would definitely put a blanket over you both, and the group chat with his friend would be spammed with pictures and messages of how cute you guys are, how excited he is about Tim opening himself more, Trying to figure out what your couple name should be. Goes to leave but turns back around to make sure Tim's progress is saved and see if the laptop needs to be charged. Then leaves the room, to let you guys cuddle and sleep in peace, telling the rest of the batfam to keep quiet and not disturb you two.

Jason Todd: Found out what was up when Dick was telling everyone not to disturb you love birds. The man was just reading his book in the library, and he got his Flamboyant older brother wagging his finger in his face. Keep quiet, like bitch, your the loudest out of all of us. Decides to weigh the options of maybe writing something on Tim's face in washable marker, to ruffle dick's feathers a little. However, upon entering the room, he sees how content you both are and doesn't have the heart to mess with you. He can't help but let a soft smile creep up while leaving, happy to see Tim finally taking a break from fight or flight. Damian Wayne: No! Of course, he's not doing an FBI-level background check on you because he's worried about his brother! It's essential to know the information of people close to their work as heroes! No, he's not nervous about possible changes in the family's route; that concern is for babies! 'Alferd, could you ensure they drink water and a snack when they wake. Drake probably hasn't touched a glass of water in days'.

Alfred Pennyworth: Would 100%, if told to or not, bring you both snacks and water bottles for when you both wake up; however, I also feel like he would also bring you headache meds. He's had to raise Bruce and insomniac Wayne and has been around the block more than once. Could you check on both laptops to see if they need to be charged? Quite happy to see that Tim has found someone that makes him happy, as well as that Tim's brothers are pretty excited. However, he is a little concerned that Damian may be unable to handle another change within the routine again so soon. It'll just be something that must be talked through with time.

Bruce Wayne: He'll probably be hyperfocused on doing research and stuck in his own thoughts. Cause he's over the moon that Tim's found someone. However, he needs to figure out how to follow the parental rules for same-sex relationships. He wants to keep the rules fair between his children, but like..??? So many questions, not enough answers yet. You can just get ready for awkward but supportive conversations to come.

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kyra45 · 6 months ago

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Important things to think about when getting mutual aid asks

Did you get an ask for mutual aid from a random blogger? Now most of the time there is nothing wrong with getting these asks. This is tumblr after all, the website of artists who take commissions and users who currently need support getting through a tough time. Unfortunately, as it has been since 2021 or even earlier, scammers have used asks as one way to get money off unsuspecting users. While it is generally understood that not all asks you get are from scammers, it is necessary to consider some options when you have received such an ask from someone. I am by no means an expert in busting scams! All the information I will give is some insights and things to look out for if you got an ask for money. If you are a legitimate person sending asks, please read the bio/pinned post of those you send asks to as they may not want those in their inbox. Sending them asks anyway is likely to make it seem like you are just spamming asks and some of those users are minors who do not have bank accounts or credit cards to send you anything.

1. The account itself is often relatively new when you have timestamps enabled. The posts they have may only be a few hours old or even a week old at best if you scroll more than just a glance. Please note that most accounts will have only one original post and then just reblogs of trending topics and popular posts. Their only other original posts are just answering asks. This isn’t always a sign of a scam account, sometimes it’s someone new to tumblr. But more often than not the account is already under suspicion because they may have backdated their posts to look older than they really are.

2. While backdating posts may have some uses outside of tumblr scams, this tactic is often seen if you check the reblog date of the post against the notes. The date is often set to months before it was actually shared and often the user will state someone told them to do this. However, no one is telling you to do that. You don’t do it unless you’re trying to be funny. But these accounts won’t say they did it publicly and then accuse people of attacking them when the date is brought up. I have seen scammers do this quite often, because they don’t think anyone notices.

3. You was sent the ask only after sharing posts about certain topics or certain events. This would imply someone is scrolling the notes of a post looking for accounts they can send asks to. They may have found the post while searching as well but regardless they almost always follow you them immediately send you asks for money despite no prior interactions with any of your content. They do not like your posts, share your posts, or even comment on them. Meaning they did not go beyond the top part of your profile. If you have asks off, they may DM you the same contents of their ask. I feel like there should be more interactions than just a follow and an ask. Legitimate accounts may do this as well, so please try to pay attention to who gets your asks.

4. Something about the ask is familiar if you often get the same ask from differing accounts. Often you’ll get multiple asks all at once from several blogs all saying their someone in need of mutual aid but their all from the same time all at once with a theme that is the same as the rest. A sort of pattern, if you consider it. Why would all those blogs come to you within minutes of a previous one that you already had answered saying you can’t help them? If they saw your account, the askers would know to leave you be since you’re unable to help them. But they don’t. They don’t care. They will keep asking you.

5. When searching the ask you was sent, pay attention to who has been sending it. There is usually a clear repeat of the same pfp across multiple accounts who sent the ask to multiple users over the course of months or even years. I’ve seen ages old asks reused for other scams so I know searching an ask is usually the best way to see if someone’s spamming it. Often very little changes between the asks but they may alter it for more urgency if they didn’t just copy it from a legitimate fundraiser and change up the names to make it less obvious. Usually the edit is adding extra text or asking you to answer privately so people don’t see the ask was being sent to other users. Legitimate accounts may do this as well, and that’s why I try to advise them to limit how often they send out asks since it might lead to false assumptions.

6. The images used may look alright, but have you tried to see if they’re from somewhere else? Most accounts who use images will often credit the source or the content is theirs from another platform. They will usually post videos that come from their other socials which they often have already mentioned. Such as Twitter/X or TikTok and Instagram and maybe even Facebook and YouTube. If someone claims the posted images is their family, but the image has been seen from other suspicious accounts who said it was their family too, it is reasonable to assume those images are stolen if there’s a watermark that the account doesn’t address or if they’ve edited an image that was publicly accessible. It’s hard to really explain it, but some are taking news images and passing them off as their own. Sometimes this can be the same way for those who ask for help paying vet bills; The images are edited to remove details that would point out poster stole it from someone else. Please keep in mind that this isn’t intended to say everyone is doing this. It’s just a reminder. Most of the time, images used are from actual people who aren’t aware that the content was stolen.

7. Unfortunately, some accounts will pretend to be part of a minority. They will also claim to have health issues that need immediate attention such as running out of insulin, needing medication to prevent their lungs from collapsing, having nose freezes too often, or needing more insulin because it’s expensive. There’s even more than that, but this is just the most common occurrences I’ve seen over the years I’ve been documenting scams. There are resources out there that can make insulin more affordable for those who do need it and ways to get it if you are unable to afford it otherwise.

8. Asks to help you after tagging certain things are rarely legitimate accounts wanting to support you. They are often just blogs who offer a digital check for you to cash in your banking app and you don’t scam the scammer by cashing it. Those who send asks claiming to know a person who can boost your fundraiser are generally just users who want you to pay the person a fee for something that’s free to do and doesn’t require paying someone for it. Don’t give out your personal information to these accounts they are not helping you.

Please keep in mind that this is just a general idea on what to look out for when getting asks for mutual aid. There are other things that are useful, things I’ve already noted across my blog is other posts that I didn’t feel like retyping yet again since it would get redundant after a bit. And be aware that not all asks for aid is from scam accounts! Some may be new users who haven’t used tumblr before and are still learning it. It’s important to bring awareness to scams so they can be avoided and to warn those who may have fell for the scam without being aware it was a scam. Everyone falls for a scam sometimes, it’s ok. It happens.

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darkbluekies · 2 years ago

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Just found your account, love it, now am gonna spam with asks about your OC’s hope you don’t mind <333

First of all, how would your character’s be with a reader who likes being babied and receiving the Princess treatment? Like reader just loves being spoiled and pampered and taken care of

(Can I be 🦇 anon?)

[Absolutely you can be!! And spam away, I saw the other asks I'm working on them too!! Welcome <33]

Silas:

He’d often joke that he is your sugar daddy, but he’d never complain. You will of course get whatever you want. He locks you in the bedroom for most part of the day, the least he can do is to make sure you have whatever you could ever need. Silas, being the busy man he is, wouldn’t have the time to pamper you physically, but he’d try to make up for it with his money. When he comes to bed during the night, he’d hold you in his arms and give your forehead kisses.

“Do you like it when I call you ‘my little baby’? You do? Then I’ll do it more often from now on. My spoiled little baby who loves to be treated like royalty. You need me to do everything for you. And I will.”

Dr Kry:

The whole reason behind why he even poisoned your air purifier from the start is because he wants you dependent on him and to never leave the hospital, so he’d feel more than happy if you wanted him to take care of you. He has quite some money because he works so much and never spends it, but he’d still spoil you with books, food and other things to keep you occupied during your long stay. He’d even buy you a Switch and games. As we know, Dr Kry isn’t the biggest fan of physical affection, but he’d baby you with his voice, talking to you as if you were a little child. He'd pat your mouth dry with a napkin after eating and brush your hair for you.

“You’re a little princess/prince, aren’t you? Getting everything you want. But it’s not your fault that you have to stay here against your will, so I’m not annoyed by it. Besides, I like reading for you and playing games with you … so it benefits me too.”

King Edmund:

He doesn’t expect anything else. You are the queen after all. You should get everything you want and be treated like royalty. He loves to baby you and treat you like a precious little diamond. You love to be babied. Perfect match.

“You want another necklace? The same one? A similar one? Okay, I’ll get it for you, my sweet queen. Anything else you’d like? New clothes? More jewels for your wonderful tiara? Just name it and I’ll give it to you, my dear. You want a kiss? Then come here!”

Jerry:

Baby you? Never. Treat you like a princess/prince? Maybe. Spoil you? Absolutely. Jerry loves to show how you can only survive as long as she’s here. Her plan is that the more she buys you, the more in debt to her you’ll be and if you ever leave … you will never be able to pay her back. You’re trapped in her world, strangled by expensive necklaces and chained by fancy bracelets. If you enjoy it, it’ll only give Jerry more motivation to pull you deeper down into her twisted wonderland.

“Here you go, baby doll. I thought it’d fit you. Yes, I know it’s bold, but I like that. I saw it while I was out and I thought it’d look good on you. Don’t show it to anyone else though. It’s meant to be hidden and only shown to me, got it? I will know if anyone sees you in this, trust me. I'll see you tonight ...”

Hedwig:

She’s rich. That’s all that needs to be said. She loves spending money on you and treats you like her own little baby. Everyday is a birthday for you. She has either baked you pastries, bought something for you or given you money for something you’re saving up for. During class, you lean onto her shoulder when you get bored and during the evenings when you’re at her house, you let her play with your hair and shower you in kisses.

“My pretty Y/N. You love being taken care of, don’t you? I love taking care of you. What was that? You want a massage? Absolutely, let me give you one.”

#yandere #yandere drabbles #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere talks #yandere x reader #yandere fics #yandere oc #yandere mafia #yandere reactions #yandere asks #🦇 anon

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piedpiperart · 1 year ago

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Phantom of Gotham 19

Chapter 18

Danny had unsurprisingly not gotten a good night's sleep that night. He was currently staying in an abandoned Firehouse. He was pretty sure he was getting the hang of finding semi-hospitable hideouts. Just to be safe, he had taken to hiding his stuff in the walls when he left. It was tedious, but there was no way he was risking a Red Hood (Jason?) situation. He knew that opening a portal to the Ghost Zone would be a bad idea, and that it could lead the GIW straight to him. That big of a power surge in one spot would no doubt attract them. At the very least, Vlad might also be aware of him in Gotham now. But for some reason he didn’t want to leave.

Sure, He’d be safer if he stayed on the run but he had friends at school, was actually doing well in classes, and he had befriended the local vigilantes. Not that he was avoiding them. He had patrolled a bit with them again- invisible as always- but he’d started to feel eyes on him so he gave them Phantom’s contact info and proceeded to lay low the past few days.

Danny had started feeling a bit paranoid after the whole ghost portal thing, but Batman and Frostbite were already making progress. Batman had even said that the GIW wouldn’t be able to do much in Gotham since he’d alerted the GCPD to reject any attempts at partnership and to detain the Fentons if they were spotted. Danny was still worried about it. Especially with Vlad and his parents. He’d of course told Batman about Plasmius, but in order to keep his own secret he hadn’t told them Vlad was a Halfa too. He was starting to think that maybe he should, just in case he showed his fruit-loopy self in Gotham.

Obviously, Phantom could take Vlad in a fight no problem. It was him against the bats that he wasn’t so sure about. Lack of ghost weapons aside, Vlad also had a propensity for overshadowing people. Often multiple people because of his clones. The two things Danny wouldn’t or couldn’t do.

He sighed. Maybe he was overthinking it. He should just do his best in school and hang out with Tim and Steph like a normal kid for once. Phantom was benched for now, and Danny needed to lay low in case the GIW or … the Fentons were searching for him. If they noticed the power surge of the portal, it’s likely, but who knows. Maybe they didn’t notice anything. Maybe Danny’s still safe.

“Yo, Danny, are you okay man?” Steph asked, nudging him. They were at lunch, having gone off campus to a coffee shop instead of sticking around the cafeteria. Tim was downing his coffee and staring longingly at the second one he ordered like he couldn’t drink them fast enough. Steph and Danny had both gotten sweeter drinks because, as Steph says, they have taste buds that work.

“Yeah,”Danny said, rubbing the back of his neck.”Just an off day, you know? Couldn’t sleep.”

Tim perked up at that.”You know you can always come over to the manor-”

Danny cut him off with a groan. “I told you Tim, I’m not coming back.”

“Yeah I know,”Tim glowered, sipping his drink. “Had to try though, the Demon Brat is still spamming my phone about you. Even Bruce asks for updates.”

“Yeesh, even Bruce?” Steph winced, looking between the two boys. “Yikes Danny. Bruce isn’t known for letting things go. You’re doomed.”

“He’s not ‘doomed’,” Tim rolled his eyes, while Danny sighed dramatically from the other side of the table.

“You know, it’s kind of hard to keep a low profile with a billionaire taking an interest in you,”Danny commented dryly. Tim shrugged.

“Just means he can keep you safe from whatever you’re running from,”Tim raised an eyebrow pointedly at Danny’s scowl. His phone alarm rang and the three of them started packing up to head back to school.

“I don’t want to talk about it,”Danny wrinkled his nose. “And wouldn’t hiding with a billionaire make it easier for them to find me?”

“He’s got a point,”Steph chimed in, getting a look from Tim. “I’m pretty sure Bruce has a room for me just on the off chance I spontaneously need adopting. No doubt they’re gonna keep your room exactly how you left it.” Tim fought back a smile, knowing it was true, but wouldn’t prove his point.

“Pssh, Bruce can be stealthy. No one will even know you live at the manor,” Tim pointed out. Danny snorted. “What? He can be stealthy,”Tim persisted, only for Steph and Danny to exchange amused looks and start laughing. “I’m serious!”

“Sure,”Danny chuckled as he and the others left the cafe and headed back to school. “He’s about as stealthy as the sun. Sure, you don’t see him at night, but when you do see him he’s super intense and the center of attention.”

Steph burst out laughing at that, and Tim made a face. “Okay that’s a fair point but still. I know we all told you before but everyones still worried about you.”

“I get it,”Danny said. More than you know, Danny thought wryly. He knew that if the GIW had a way to track him they’d be led straight to the Wyanes, and then their secret identities would be in jeopardy. Danny wouldn’t allow that to happen. Besides, if he’s on his own he can use his ghost powers to sneak away and fly to a different state undetected. “This is my problem to deal with though. Can we just drop it?”

Tim wilted. “Fine, but if you ever need anything let me know.”

“Will do,”Danny saluted lazily. He would not. And judging by the look on Tim’s face, he knew it too.

The conversation switched to upcoming school projects and classes as they made their way through the school. “Alright, I’m off to class, see ya later,”Steph waved.

“See ya,”Tim and Danny waved. The two boys had chemistry together, so they walked to class side by side. They were a bit late, so they didn’t have much time to chat before sitting down in their seats before class started.

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Tim was a bit worried about his friend. Sure, he knew Danny could take care of himself, and had superpowers that could help him. But was he taking care of himself? Tim was sure the meal plan Damian had him on was all but nothing while Danny continued to live by himself. He wasn’t too worried, knowing that Danny was pretty good at surviving on his own. Besides, he was pretty sure everyone had scared Danny away with their lack of boundaries.

In addition, Danny was a good person. Tim would be a fool to not see how the kid was trying to protect them. It was nothing they couldn’t handle, sure, but Danny didn’t know that. Even if the bats couldn’t be with him all the time, Tim was sure Phantom was protecting the kid. At one of the meet ups, Phantom had said he’s usually with the bats at night and Danny during the day. Though, the past two days Phantom had more or less said he’d be sticking around Danny more often so he wouldn’t be around much to help the bats. Which was fine. They’d need to find Danny to talk to the Phantom though, because they hadn’t been able to give Phantom a communicator before he disappeared.

A voice came over on the intercom and Tim snapped out of his thoughts to pay attention. Especially since the rogues were keen on attacking schools, Tim was listening to make sure there wasn’t some sort of attack on the way. Oddly enough, it was just about a student needing to come to the office. But that student? Danny.

Danny stiffened next to him, and Tim looked over with a raised brow, silently asking if he wanted company. Danny gave him a small smile and shook his head,”Probably just something about paperwork,”Danny whispered before gathering his things and making his way out to the office while Tim’s head spun with questions. The intercom didn’t give any details, and despite it probably being about paperwork, considering Danny had no actual adult supervision at home, Tim had worries. Parent teacher conferences were weeks away, and Danny hadn’t gotten in any kind of trouble at school. He had a bad feeling about this.

Exactly two minutes after Danny left, Tim raised his hand. “Can I be excused to the bathroom?”He asked and the teacher, Ms. Morgan, sighed but waved her hand to let him go. She was more than used to Tim’s antics, but because of his good grades and lack of friends, she let him do what he wanted. Maybe he should send her some sort of gift basket, he thought. She was a good teacher.

Once in the hallway, Tim beelined for the office on silent footsteps, passing by the bathrooms on his way. He kept an eye out for Danny, pausing when he heard voices coming from the door to the office. Getting as close as possible, TIm busied himself with a nearby locker while he eavesdropped.

“I assure you, this is the best possible outcome for everyone,”Someone was saying. He didn’t recognise the voice, but it sounded like a man.

“I suppose. As long as you keep your end of our deal. I don’t want any of this getting out,”Tim recognised the vice principal’s voice. What kind of deal? And where was Danny?

“Trust me, your school’s reputation is safe. Dealing with these creatures is classified government business. Nothing will get out to the public,”The man was saying, and Tim’s blood ran cold. Creatures? Were they talking about Danny? Did they know? Where was Danny? Tim thought frantically. He needed more information.

“Either way, this is how far I’m willing to help you. Follow the others through the back entrance. I don’t want anyone seeing you or the boy,”The vice principal, Miss Wethers, snapped.

“Trust me, he won’t be seeing anyone from Gotham Academy anytime soon,”He chuckled darkly, and dread filled Tim’s chest. They had Danny? Where was Phantom? How did they know where he was? Tim thought frantically, shoes squeaking on the floor as he quickly made his way to the back door of the school. It was the staff parking lot, and if he didn’t want to run into Miss Wethers or the creepy dude he’d have to go the long way.

On the way, Tim took out his phone, calling Jason and putting a com in. The others would be at school or work right now, and he knew Bruce and Alfred were getting ready for the Gala tonight.

“What is it now, Replacement?” Jason snapped, but Tim didn’t have time.

“The GIW’s at the school, I think they got Danny,”Tim rushed out, turning a corner and skipping down the stairs. “They’re taking him through the school’s back entrance, I’m on my way there but I’m in school clothes,”Tim said, and he could tell by the movement on the other end that Jason was getting his gear.

“Alright, find out what car and where they're going but don’t interact unless you have a way to sneak Danny out without them noticing,”Jason grunted,”Be there in five.”

Tim gave an affirmative and cut the comm, finally making it to the back entrance door. He wasn’t sure if Danny had five minutes, but Tim was confident in his ability to be a distraction and stall for time. He eased the door open and immediately latched onto seven guys in white suits, three of which were carrying what looked like a heavily restrained and unconscious Danny into the back of a big white van. Damn. From what Tim could see, there was a muzzle and handcuffs, but he wasn’t sure if Danny was knocked out or drugged.

“Shit,”Tim cursed as the last guy came through the side of the building with the vice principal behind him. He didn’t have hardly any of his gear on him and they were about to leave. Taking out what he had in some hidden pockets, he activated a tracking device and took aim, hitting the van perfectly on the back of the vehicle, near the back right tire.

Tim chewed on his bottom lip nervously as he watched the van doors close. For a small group they were very efficient and fast at getting Danny out and on the road. Tim eased out from behind the door and made his way behind some cars, following the van’s path as they drove out of the parking lot. He knew he couldn’t keep up from ground level, so he climbed up to the rooftop of the nearest building when he had a chance to do it without being spotted. The whole time he felt nothing but worry for Danny.

“Hood, come in, where are you?” Tim asked impatiently. “They’re in a white van, sending you the location now. I managed to get a tracker on them but couldn’t get Danny out.”

“Two minutes out. How’s the kid?”Hood grunted, and Tim could hear the sounds of his motorcycle in the background.

“Not great. They have handcuffs and a muzzle on him, and he was unconscious when they loaded him into the van,”Tim reported, and Hood cursed.

“I see em’,”Jason said, and Tim could hear the roaring of his motorcycle across the street. Tim brought up his phone and used it to pull up the tracker he’d set on the van. He took a second to catch his breath from roof hopping, and tried to calculate their path.

“Looks like they're headed towards the docks or the outskirts of Gotham,”Tim cringed. That’s also where a bunch of warehouses and abandoned buildings were located. It would be hard to find Danny around there if they manage to get away or ditch the van.

Suddenly, there was an explosion and Tim looked up from his camera with wide eyes. Looking over the edge of a building he was perched on, he could see the van scurry to a stop, smoke and what looked like the aftermath of an explosive right in front of them. “Jason?” Tim exclaimed, only to catch a glimpse of the Red Hood coming out of the smoke dramatically. He sighed a breath of relief.

“What, worried about me Timbers?” Jason sing-songed, and from the roof Tim could see two agents exiting the van as Jason drew his guns. Tim huffed a laugh. “Stay out of sight, not sure what weapons they have on hand.”

Jason sneered at the white-suited agents as they approached him with a haughty walk. “The fuck do you think you’re doing kidnapping kids in my territory?” Jason called out to them, and the second guy paused. They weren’t actually in Jason’s area, but Gotham counted as his territory when he wanted it to be.

“You misunderstand,”The first agent said calmly, holding up his glowing green weapon nonchalantly. “I’m agent K with the Ghost Investigation Ward, we’re simply taking the entity in. It’s just possessing the boy, and it’s our job to apprehend it. You’re interfering with government jurisdiction.”

Jason let out a breath, but cocked his guns. “I don’t care who you are or what you’re doing. Step away from the vehicle before I start shooting.”

Agent K looked incredibly annoyed and yet smug as he slowly lowered his weapons. “Fine, we’ll do things your way. Agent O?”

At that, the other Agent dropped his weapons, including what looked like a glowing green grenade that rolled towards Jason. Hood cursed and leaped away as it went off in a flash of green light, firing at the Agents as they pulled out their weapons. Jason hadn’t seen any weapons like theirs in action before, but it was clearly heavy duty. Agent O even tried to shoot a fucking net at him like he was some kind of crime fighting fish. Frustratingly, they kept him on his toes while he ducked behind a car. Jason managed to hit Agent K in the shoulder before the two ducked behind the car door. Hood caught a glimpse of them inching back to their van, and made to follow when suddenly the van itself rumbled.

Tim and Jason’s eyes widened as what looked like missiles and lasers appeared from the van and locked onto Jason. “Shit,”Jason cursed, woefully unprepared for their tanked up van. Three missiles immediately took off, and Jason did his best to get to better cover while green lasers shot at him. One of the grenades from earlier hurtled towards him too, and it was at that moment that Jason vowed to blow up each and every one of those white suits in the van. He hissed as a lazer caught his leg and grazed his side. Clearly the weapons were made to hit ghosts, but damn, they still hurt. He needed to step back and regroup. As much as he hated to admit it he’d need backup. Or more firepower to counter these weapon-crazed maniacs.

“Hood! They’re getting away and the tracker is down!” Tim shouted in his ear. Jason grimaced.

“Little busy here,”Jason grunted as two missiles collided with each other, but the force of the blow blew him back, dragging his feet on the pavement. The third one struck him before he had time to dodge, and all he heard was the screeching of tires getting further away as it went off, sending him into darkness.

Tim cursed as Jason was thrown back into a building before slumping to the ground. The van was gone and the tracker malfunctioned when the weird energy sources of the van's weapons activated. As much as Tim would have liked to go after Danny, he didn’t have a car or his Red Robin suit, nor a way to track them anymore. And Hood was down, He thought dryly.

Hood was already moving by the time Tim skidded to his side. There was no blood, so Tim figured it was just a lot of percussive force damaging his brother. He’d have a lot of bruises for sure. As Hood grumbled and caught his bearings, Tim helped him stand, finding burns through his armor on his side and left thigh from the lasers. He grimaced in sympathy.

“You okay?” Tim asked once Hood was standing. He didn’t seem injured too badly, but might have a concussion if not for the red helmet on his head.

“Yeah,”Hood coughed. “Nothing I can’t handle. Wasn’t prepared for that shit though. The fuck do they have so many heavy duty weapons?” Hood spat, brushing off Tim’s hands. “Any way to track them?”

Tim shook his head. “I didn’t see Phantom anywhere but they managed to get Danny by roping the vice principal into setting up a trap for him. I didn’t notice until after they had him.”

“Shit, think they got Phantom too?”Jason swore again, but went over to where his motorcycle was, dragging Tim with him. “C’mon, we’ll find them.”

“Yeah,”Tim responded, feeling his brain buzz with anxiety and plans. He’d have to figure out where the GIW base was, how they got into Gotham, and hack into the CCTVs to figure out if Phantom was around. A helmet was shoved into his arms and Tim jolted back to the present.

“We’re on our own for this one. B and the others are on their way to the Gala already,”Jason said, revving the motorcycle. “Sides, not much we can do until we track down the van. We’ll gear up at my place and come up with a plan before looping in everyone else.”

“I can loop in Spoiler,”Tim added, twisting his arms around Hood’s waist. Jason grunted in agreement and they made their way to Jason’s apartment without following most traffic signals. The whole way, Tim worried about his friend and what the GIW would do to him. Though he had one big question hanging over him. Where was Phantom?

Chapter 20

#Phantom of Gotham #Danny phantom #dpxdc #dcxdp

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I have mega ADHD so I forget things easily and have a hard time settling down and doing stuff. I don't remember everyone who deactivates or goes inactive. And I know I should express my love more for people who are currently around--i'd like to do that someday too!! But idk i kinda wanted to shout out to some of the people who deactivated/disappeared, especially recently, in the off chance they see this and know i love them lol

@battyoldman let's start with you because whether or not you decide to stick around you're kind of the most recent. I really hope you just need some time away for your mental health and, if this is something you'd like to continue doing, if it's something you enjoy, that you come back and keep blessing us with your presence. Your Ed is so. Silly and fun and chill and perfect. The video and movie titles you'd come up with are so befitting of his goofy conspiracy interests. You have really captured that old man's essence, in my opinion. Your interactions with Rui were so seamless I figured you were in one of the discord servers and already knew each other and you were just growing and exploring a relationship you'd already practiced in another setting. Honestly everything felt so seamless on your end when I saw you interact with others and when I got to interact with you--Ed was so largely unphased by everyone's shit and distaste for him(up until Towa said he was bad at sucking dick, he was not taking that lying down--) and the way he entertained himself with everyone's affairs. . .he really had the feeling of lying away in his tower, entertained by the humans. 10/10, if it's still fun for you I hope you won't leave us because we will miss you.

@ask-kaito-fuji i didn't get to interact with you much WHICH IS A SHAME. Your Kaito is so cute and he's. Really trying he felt so solid and charming and just awkward enough and I love the way you let him interact with posts that were ooc too because lbr he loves social media! He would be vibing out on tumblr!! It felt like he was this close to realizing he was in the matrix sometimes. Seeing people know a bunch of stuff and going 'why/how do you know so much it's so creepy!!' was delightful, and getting to personally chat with him once or twice was also very fun. 10/10 you brought the party to other people and you captured the character very well. His PDL is coming up though, so you may wanna hide him /joke

@frostheimking so your blog is gone but not deactivated(deactivated tumblrs have '-deactivated' and a string of numbers on the end of them and you can often still ping them) which, to me, reeks of Tumblr being stupid because I've seen that happen to multiple people before. I don't think you're gone on purpose, I assume there was a bad spam deletion somewhere or an alleged break of the rules because I've seen that happen before. So I'm hoping you either get the blog back or remake because, while you weren't around often because lbr it's slow around here for the most part, I loved your Jin??? I don't just mean because he was kinda flirting with Romeo, he was snappy and cold and. Idk he really felt like Jin. That's the best way I can think to word it, you captured his character from what I could see. I enjoyed our interactions and I enjoyed the ones you had with others too! I was looking forward to exploring Romeo and Jin's history and dynamic with you quite a bit haha. HOPEFULLY YOU GET YOUR BLOG BACK or remake if you're interested!! 10/10 tumblr fix your shit there's unfinished business--

@leo-brat-kurosagi-deactivated20 hey. You. You are far more Leo than I am lmao. I DO NOT HAVE THE MENTAL CAPACITY TO BE THE MEAN LEO THAT YOU WERE. I WISH I COULD BE AS SNARKY AND BRILLIANT. You weren't around super long and you didn't get to have a ton of interactions or answer a lot of asks but like. How do I say that I could just kind of tell what kind of potential was there for something great??? You handled him very well in the time you played him. You lived up to being a little brat for sure.

@sinostracasino-deactivated20241 YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND THE VISCERAL REACTION OF WHAT NO WHY COME BACK THAT I FELT SEEING YOU GONE. You were hilarious and fun and silly and also a good writer as I recall. Your Taiga had great energy and this underlying tension to him and we would have dug into that Taiga doesn't care about himself if Romeo wasn't afraid to do so. I was looking forward to them having some great, stupid, cyclical arguments, maybe a shootout, maybe eventually getting back together a little. And maybe a little something for that birthday trip to Rui's bar. And his chemistry and interactions with others and with anons were fun??? Immediately warming up to Towa? Teasing the honor students?? The little bit of 'bickering' with Ritsu? Also the way you tagged some of your reblogs god. 10/10 Taiga, he owes so much child support.

. . .those are the ones off the top of my head, mostly recent, which isn't to say I don't see or recognize or have appreciation for others not being around a lot or going away(like @/ask-lucas-errant who did answer an ask recently-ish, who isn't too active but that's probably because of lack of asks/interaction; @/shiranami-ren who I figure isn't around much because they draw a lot of their answers and that's a bit more intensive of a way to run their blog--amazing stuff and very much the classic way to do this from the old days, I would absolutely do the same if I could draw; and the Lycas who deleted probably because of inactivity) all of whom have/had great presentation for their characters and handled them well but. Idk. Maybe i ended up posting mostly people 'closer' to me in this context haha. . . .

I wish this fandom was bigger and more active with sending asks and stuff because I feel like that's a big contributor to people falling off or deleting, and I wish I were more consistent with asks and responses and better at sending asks myself because I could be the change I want to see in the world. (I feel like the asks I send have to be, like, good. Like I appreciate getting simple and basic asks but I feel like I need to ask Big Headcanon Questions or something.) But I know everyone's got their own lives and their own things going on so I'm not going to pretend I know what's going on with everyone, y'know? More than anything I hope everyone--active, inactive, deleted, or otherwise--is happy and safe and comfortable where they are and that the ones who've dropped off didn't do so because of anything bad or any kind of discouragement. Sometimes we lose interest in things and that's more than fine. Or life is busy. I hope you're all doing well. I miss you! I'm sure I'm not the only one!

#ooc #sinostracasino #leo-brat-kurosagi #frostheimking #ask-kaito-fuji #battyoldman #regularly scheduled posting will return. . .sooner or later. i have bad brains atm haha

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mightyfoz · 1 year ago

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𝔇𝔢𝔭𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔫𝔱

won't be me if I don't draw my OC in an angsty scenario, here's a little story I thought of behind this drawing. (keep reading for story)

Jingle is pretty much reliant on his job with Mammon, and he even enjoys working for him! But one day Mammon just gets on his nerves by pointing out the one single mistake he made throughout the day. Jingle mainly gets upset as he always, ALWAYS makes sure he does everything perfectly, knowing he will not get a thanks from Mammon. But him just pointing out the one time he messed up, really made him upset.

Jingle sadly lets his emotions get to him, and he storms off after arguing with his boss and leaving him to do all the work alone. Though, Jingle soon realizes the mistake they've made and feel absolutely terrible about it. Not that they yelled at Mammon, but that they just royally screwed over their life by leaving the one job that allowed them to live in a giant mansion and pretty much have everything they've ever desired, albeit Mammon being who he is. All alone in the ring of Greed, they get into some trouble and have to run for their life from some goons. They lose most of the accessories they had on and pretty much look like a big mess, by the time they manage to get to somewhere safe. Mammon on the other hand is just all over the place as he literally can't do one thing right, as Jingle has always been the one to help him, and he couldn't find an assistant just like that in the middle of the day, as much as he wanted to. He spam messages/calls Jingle, but no answers from him.

By the end, Jingle is so upset, he wished he just stayed quiet and never snapped to his boss. Luckily, he sees Mammon's limo somewhere outside the bank and just rushes for it, without questioning or rethinking if he should do that. Jingle finally is safe in the limo, and knows that the second he sees Mam, he'd just cling to him and tell him to take him back, that he'd do anything just so he wouldn't be out there again. (i pictured that Jingle just doesn't see himself as important anymore, he's changed his temperament while working for Mammon, knowing that if he loses his job, he'd forever just be a nobody.)

Mammon obviously is relieved that Jingle returned, mainly because he didn't have to do all the hard work his assistant did for him, but I like to think that he grows just a tiny tiiiiny smidge of respect for all the work Jingle does. Not that he starts thanking him for anything, of course not. He just knows that if it weren't for Jingle, he definitely wouldn't be able to handle anything.

But yes, in short, Jingle is highly dependent on Mammon. And since he works for him, I do believe he's signed some sort of contract with Mammon, so even if he wanted to leave, he wouldn't be allowed or able to. But to Jingle personally, he would rather listen to Mammon and constantly do all the tiny things he could think of, than be out in the streets.

#fozbox #helluva boss #helluva fanart #helluvaboss #helluva boss fanart #helluva boss mammon #helluva boss oc #helluva boss original character

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libraryoffandomsuniverse · 5 months ago

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you should be scared of me

masterlist part 1

Finally wrote a part 2!! This became a little bonkers. I've always thought that after 1000 years, the Originals should've been a little crazier and more ruthless. I get the MF gang had plot armour because Klaus and co were originally (ha) the season villains, but after being vampires for so long, you'd think their patience for enemies would be even less (at least, that's what I would do if I was an Original).

Warnings include: canon divergence, people dying who didn't in canon, MF gang and Klaus slander. Some Klaus feelings worked their way into this and I chose to roll with it.

You don't leave it there. Now that Klaus has completed his transformation, you 'keep the lines of communication open' as recommended by a book about nurturing and strengthening relationships that you read once.

The 90s were a weird time for you and you don't want to talk about it.

This means that you spam him with texts, calls and selfies from a number that him and his followers are unable to trace.

Partying in Cali just isn't the same without family.

It's me, Y/N. Hope you're having a nice day and when are you going to undagger our siblings?

Klaus groans every time he sees an unknown number pop up on his phone. He'd forgotten just how much of a little shit you could be and the years apart had only made you more annoying.

It doesn't help that you've rigged your number so that he can't call or text you to get the last word. He's secretly missed this kind of sibling interaction but he'll never admit it.

This combined with his hybrid problem makes him even more short tempered than normal.

You make contact with the Mystic Falls gang after Stefan steals the coffins.

You've always been careful to cultivate good relationships with witches and you've helped out enough covens and families over the centuries for them to keep an ear out for you.

Being dead doesn't stop some of them; in this case, you're contacted by a Richmond witch (descended from a very helpful ancestor you met 100 years ago), who tells you that there's Original shenanigans afoot.

You quickly reach out to the Salvatores and Elena.

The MF gang don't know what to make of you.

You're polite, but not as honourable as Elijah. Your remarks are even more cutting than Rebekah's and you have a temper, but you don't fly off the handle like Klaus. You don't even sound like you like your family, considering that you attempt to only get Kol back before Stefan refuses.

"In big families, there's always one sibling you prefer and Kol was always my favourite."

You decide to team up with them for the moment, if it's at Klaus' expense. You even suggest awakening Elijah, because of his influence on your brother.

You don't attend the dinner. Not officially. Instead you're the one to remove the daggers.

You don't trust either of your older brothers when there's an empty coffin with your name on it.

Your first words to your twin after nearly a century apart are "welcome back to the land of the living, idiot" followed by 2 blood bags being thrown at him.

When your siblings start attacking Klaus, you're right beside them filming the whole thing.

"Are you actually recording this?" "Consider it payback, Nik."

When your mother appears, you can barely look at her.

Why is she still alive with her magic to boot?

You don't trust her talk of reconciliation and, judging from the look on his face, neither does Kol.

You're proven right but you don't have the heart to gloat. Not this time.

While Damon bites Abby Bennett, you turn Bonnie.

Part of you doesn't like doing this to another witch. You still feel incomplete without your magic, even after 1000 years.

But the Bennetts went against your family and allied themselves with one of your biological creators.

And that is something you cannot, will not forgive.

You spend most of s3 with Kol helping him get used to modern society.

Both of you get up to mischief, especially now that Kol's no longer restricted to a spirit form.

You'd forgotten how much fun partying with Kol was when he wasn't stuck as a spirit.

Both of you return to Mystic Falls when Klaus tells you about a possible cure for vampirism and some folklore about a boogeyman called Silas.

You've never seen Kol look so terrified in his life. And he's not alone.

You'd helped him wipe out that coven that worshipped Silas centuries ago. You thought all mentions of the man were destroyed. Obviously not.

Despite you beheading Shane (and getting blood on your favourite jacket), it still doesn't stop the MF gang from going after the cure.

Everyone disregards your warnings and you're both getting sick of it.

The final straw comes when you narrowly save Kol from getting killed by the Gilberts.

You're furious, more than you've ever been in your life. You haven't spoken a word since the witch arrived and began to heal Kol. The look of fear on your twin's face, when you'd snatched him away from his would be killers, was utterly foreign and you never wished to see it again.

You hear footsteps come up to you and you notice Klaus out of the corner of your eye.

"They tried to kill Kol tonight," your voice is tight. "Our brother, my twin nearly died and you still think we're being dramatic about Silas?"

Your body is completely still apart from your hands, which are so tightly clenched that he can smell the blood dripping from the fingernail marks on your palms. Your gaze never leaves Kol, as his pained groans start to die down.

"I dont know why you've given that group so many chances. You've made exceptions for them that you would never do for your blood. They killed Finn and you never retaliated. But I kept silent because I thought there was a plan to lure them in. But you have allowed them to become too bold and made us look weak. We are the bloody Originals. We are the monsters people warn their children about."

You finally turn to face him. You continue to speak in such a quiet voice that Klaus feels a shiver go down his spine.

He will never admit this.

"This is what's going to happen. Apart from Elena Gilbert, I'm going to kill everyone involved in this Silas mess. I'm going to find the cure and shove it down that useless doppelganger's throat so you can continue making those hybrids you're so fond of. And then I'm going to burn this cursed town to the ground and you're not going to get in my way."

Klaus looks at you for a long time. You and Kol had always been inseparable as humans and that didn't change when you were turned.

He'd witnessed countless fights between you both during the centuries and just as many reconciliations. He'd seen you communicate without words, using a smile and a head tilt to say so much.

Part of him had always been jealous of your bond and how steadfast it was. It was an exclusive club that he felt shut out of. He's not alone in thinking this, Rebekah had complained in the past about how she felt like an outsider with you and Kol.

He is trying to let you go, trying not to hold on so tightly that you hate him. But his past actions have left scars on both you and Kol. Neither of you are quick to forgive him.

Maybe this concession could be a start.

What's the total annihilation of one town, he muses, in the face of forgiveness? What's the love of family compared to the slaughter of sheep?

"You have my blessing," he finally says. "I'll keep Rebekah and Elijah out of the way."

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The destruction of Mystic Falls becomes the subject of news channels and government departments for months. An entire town suddenly turning up dead is a mystery people have a hard time trying to solve.

But the supernatural community knows. Whispers spread about the Mikaelsons, about Y/N Mikaelson's revenge. And if they hold their loved ones tighter and look over their shoulder more frequently?

It isn't something that any of them will confess to.

#my writing #kol mikaelson x reader #mikaelson family x reader #the originals imagines #tvd imagines #the vampire diaries imagines

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One thing that I’ve noticed is the amazing storytelling and character development Survey and Clicks are going through! They both have conflicting emotions, but seem to handle them very differently. It kind of reminds me of ‘Nice v.s Kind’ mentality. From my perspective, Survey is nice, but Clicks is kind.

For nice people, most of their characteristics are this:

- never wants to rock the boat

- Most concerned about not upsetting someone

- Afraid to speak up when they witness unkind behavior

- Censoring yourself for others feelings

- Enabling

Most of these in my opinion match Survey and their own mental battles pretty spot on! I should probably also mention early on that I don’t think Survey is evil, or acting out on any ill-will towards Spam, quite the opposite actually! Survey is probably walking on eggshells with every interaction they have with him. They haven’t had time to process through their own grief and PTSD from the last Neo rampage, so, that involuntary spills out when they don’t mean to. An example of this is when Swatch was talking to them about Neo, and their first thoughts were “Oh, Neo, great” clearly stating their apprehension towards the topic (and for a very good reason! Regardless of the mental state of the perpetrator, it’s hard to forgive and forget after a scenario like that). However, they also unfortunately, have that double whammy of the grief they felt by leaving Spamton alone, and was the only other Addison that actually heard the voice on the phone, therefore, they have an even more horrifying perspective of what Spamton went through. They somehow think that turning Spamton back into the white Addison will be the solution to all of their problems. Which, while one might think it cruel, given Surveys perspective, it makes a lot of sense. They can’t help but be scared of Spamton, they don’t want to be afraid, but they are so scared of that overwhelming feeling of NEO, and, it’s not like Survey has heard anything positive about Spamton’s new appearance. With the “burning hot plate sensation” to “I can’t say anything without being swamped by Ads” it makes sense that Survey would want to alleviate that burden. I really hope that one of the other Ads are able to catch on to Survey’s mental state, and help. Right now, my contester is Banner. Those two seem to be a little bit closer than the others, especially when it came to Spamton. Banner was also the one who noticed Survey’s apprehension and terror when Neo was in their house. This is getting to long LMAO so the summarize, ADDISONS!!! SPAMTON!! PLEASE PAY ATTENTION TO THE ONE LIGHTING THEMSELVES ON FIRE TO KEEP YOU ALL WARM!!!!

To move on, Clicks on the other hand, is kind. For kind people, their personalities are like this:

- Willing to make waves

- Clear, direct communication, even when uncomfortable

- Being true to their own values or feelings

- Helping

- Acting from genuine feelings

Now Clicks isn’t a saint, he’s an asshole and a drama queen, even he himself admits this. However, he definitely gets the kindness award! As he passes this test with flying colors in my opinion! He doesn’t pull back his punches with Spamton, (like him just telling Spamton to shut the fuck up LMAO) and has the most clear communication with Spam! Spamton himself, recognizes that Clicks isn’t like Banner and Survey who are still trying to test the waters with him, rather, he treats Spamton like an equal. (Even if his sense of equal is just being an asshole). Clicks has also show to value his own feelings, especially with the latest chapter! The reason it took him this long was because before, his feelings were just a giant ball of ???. Once Clicks was able to understand and get through his emotions he was able to have a better understanding of Spamton and his character. (Clicks knows that Spamton hated being that white Addison, Survey is trying to make Spamton that white Addison). Throughout the story, Clicks has shown to have a remarkable sense of body language understanding as well as trying to respect Spamtons boundaries. An example of this is when Spamton thought he was being interrogated by the other ads, and when Clicks senses his discomfort, he tries to drop the topic. Even though he’s an asshole, he definitely wants to be there for all the addisons are a strong shoulder, as well as a protector. Clicks is notorious for making waves, (all with good reason!) If someone like Survey had to have the heart the heart with Spam like Clicks had, I feel like Survey would say something like, “Everyone is capable of change Spamton! And we all want to change for the better and help!” But Clicks is just like, “you are the most egotistical bastard I have ever met. Shut the absolute fuck up.” LMAO I love this guy. Clicks isn’t a nice guy, but he is a kind guy. And that goes a lot farther in my own opinion!

To conclude, Clicks is able to empathize, while Survey sympathizes. Both are so complex it’s so good rararjdndjskdkdnd !!!!!!!

i've gotta say reading this ask/analysis (asknalysis?) has got me smiling from ear to ear because of describing something so accurately i couldn't put it into words better than this

one, i'm extremely thankful for this, and tysm for your thoughts! They're always a pleasure to read especially as i see that so much of these addisons have actually got across :'D

i really really really like writing morally grey characters, and using the kind versus nice personalities is such a great way to describe their moral differences! Surv is definitely trickier, because as you said, they're not evil, they just got a lot going on. they are apprehensive, and definitely walking on eggshells because they have no idea to actually approach this situation other than wanting it over with. Their persistence to find out what happened to spamton in pt 1 was fulfilled (for better or for worse), and being "nice" is what he needed then, to be brought down from his rage and resentment towards them as a group, while kindness is what he needs now. So Survey's inadvertently putting themselves in a worse position, creating divide, just because their approach that worked before isn't working now. And it's not their fault while at the same time, yeah, being their fault. i rlly like this line "setting themselves on fire to keep the rest of you warm" it like 1. is perfect for this and 2. goes hardcore

Without spoiling too much I do believe you have it right :D though Banner isn't in a position as extreme as Survey here, the whole thing is certainly messing with him. He doesn't want to make the wrong decisions anymore about what to do with Spamton's situation, finding it odd and uncanny, rather than devastating like Survey. He wants to make things right, but doesn't have the tools right now to do so. He wants to help, probably more than anyone else, but unyielding optimism isn't going to work and he knows that :')

you're also right about what would have happened if Surv were in Clicks' position then. There wouldn't be much of a resolution other than Survey going back to what they've seen had worked before- talking Spamton (and the rising emotions) down. When said emotions and concerns, instead, needed to be acknowledged and translated to make any progress. With Clicks, processing how he's felt for so long and what Spam's feeling now, it helped them both in one conversation and connection. Spamton's a lot like the addisons than he cares to admit, as he's been one of them at some point, so being an equal is what he's wanted, but then when he never got it, it turned to wanting to be 'bigger' than them, and thus the spiral/decline. Clicks being kind, noticing visual cues of discomfort rather than being impatient with getting information out of Spamton asap when he finally starts talking, is going to make Spamton feel more like an equal and less a belittled outcast, or worse, a freakshow. And though addisons always have their own selfish motivations directing their actions, the outcome of Clicks' approach is pretty selfless in the end.

I'm also so so so glad to have readers that see the differences in empathy versus sympathy and nice versus kind! like, just the subtle differences between each approach, in where each side is commonly seen as synonymous, when in context, they can vary from each other in large ways!! It's enlightening even as a writer to see :D! tysm for sharing!

#fanfic #;v; happy writer hours #i rlly like banner's inclusion in here- i promise the yellow and orange addison aren't getting shunned in my fic #they just haven't had their moment #sponsor especially- as they've remained a mystery for too long #asks

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I think I can speak for everyone following you that we would LOVE to know your thoughts on that scene. The one of Dean apologizing to Sam about not sticking up for him more when they were kids cuz John would send him away. I can picture it in my head, the first time it happened- Dean's confusion and hurt, then his desperation when he realizes John is serious. Fuuuuck plsplspls spam our feed.

referring to this post here!

since i was lucky enough to have two people who are willing to listen to me ramble, i have made this one into a little narrative!! y'all are seriously spoiling me over here. <3

-lizzy

"what did i tell you?"

"dad--"

"no." john cuts him off, sharp. he looks up at dean. "i gave you specific goddamn instructions. what did i tell you?" dean almost can't look at him. he feels withered down, like the ficus in the motel lobby--years old, bone dry, more dead than alive.

"you told me to keep a low profile while you were gone."

"and what did you do?"

dean winces.

"i snuck sam into the movies, and we got caught by the manager."

it was supposed to be fun. sam wanted to see the new frankenstein movie, and dean was bored. they didn't have movie theater money, but dean didn't think that should stop them.

dean's only fifteen, but he should know better. and really, he does. but the week had been long and boring without school or work to distract them, and sam never asks for anything.

they got caught by the manager as they tried to sneak into the movie in the theater next door, and were only able to escape with sam's quick thinking. dad found the empty boxed candy in the trashcan when he got home tonight, and knew they didn't have candy or movie money.

dad had been able to haggle for an extra motel room in this town, so sam was sitting in the motel room he and dean were sharing next door, after dad had given a stern, "you're on knife sharpening duty. if i can't cut a piece of paper with every knife in that room, you're running laps until you throw that damn candy up, you hear me?"

sam had stomped off, huffy, but dean knows he'll have those knives gleaming in no time.

dean also knows that it's him who's going to get his ass handed to him, because he's the one who was supposed to know better. he's the example. as soon as sam had left, they'd sat in silence for a few minutes to give dean time to squirm. but it looks like dad is ready to show his hand.

dad looks at him for a long moment, assessing. dean feels about an inch tall, but refuses to shift like his limbs are screaming to. he cannot show dad any more guilt or nervousness than dad already has access to. dean refuses to be cowed, even though he very much is.

finally, dad looks away, and begins reorganizing papers on the motel dresser. he's putting some sheets in a manilla folder, and crinkling up others for the trash.

dean can still feel his heartbeat in his cheeks, and knows better than to feel relief that dad's eyes aren't on him anymore.

"there's a haunting down in lubbock." dad says, and he turns around, handing dean the folder. dean takes it, hestitantly.

what?

he flicks it open, and sure enough, there are a few newspaper clippings about a banker's death, and statements from police. dean recognizes bobby's scrawled handwriting, and knows dad must've gotten this in the mail earlier.

something's not right, but dean doesn't know quite what it is yet. anxiety gnaws on his stomach, but he nods slowly. he starts to turn, ready to go back to the other motel room and debrief with sam.

a new leaf will be good, dean reasons. dad usually leaves aggravations in the towns they occur in, like the wounds they receive and the people they save snap out of existence as soon as they hit the county line. maybe this will disappear, too.

"okay. i'll go get sammy--"

"no. sam's not going anywhere." dad cuts him off. dean turns back around, startled. dad's eyes are hard.

dean swallows. it's unusual to leave sammy behind. it's not unheard of, though. sometimes, if it's a really hard or dangerous case, they'll drop sammy off at another hunter's house and pick him up in a few days. maybe dad's expecting this one to get hot.

dad used to drop both of them off, but dean hasn't been left behind since he turned thirteen.

"okay..." dean says slowly. "then let me go get him ready for pastor jim's and tell him when we'll be back."

he starts to leave again, on edge and eager to escape the menace that comes off of dad like a heatwave.

"'we're' not going anywhere." dad says, tone flat.

"we're...not?"

"no. you're doing this one. by yourself."

dean startles.

"but dad--"

"sir. you're calling me sir. if you want to act like an adult, i'm going to treat you like one."

"i said i was sorry!" dean protests, but dad's jaw ticks in annoyance at his whiny tone. "i'm sorry. i really am, sir. i didn't mean to go behind your back."

"but you did. and i need to know i can trust you, dean. this isn't a goddamn vacation." dad moves back to sit down on the side of the bed, leaning forward and looking at dean intently. "i need you sharp, i need you focused, and i need you to listen when i fucking tell you things."

dean is still spiralling. he's never been on a case by himself before. he guesses he'll never truly have a legal driver's license, but he's not even old enough for one yet. he's fifteen.

how the hell is he going to get witnesses to talk to him? how the hell is he supposed to drive the six hours over to lubbock by himself? and salt a ghost?

every part of this order seems impossible. dean can't dig up a grave by himself. it would take hours. a day, even. how is he supposed to do that without getting caught? no librarian will give him access to city records. he'll have to sleep in the car--no one in their right mind would book a motel room out to a kid.

and what if he gets in trouble? dad can't bail him out. they might transport dean to another city with a better juvie before he can get a call out to dad that he got arrested.

dean can feel his heartbeat in his tongue.

"do i make myself clear?" dad asks, but dean doesn't answer. no, he doesn't. he doesn't make himself clear. dean can't do it. "do i make myself clear?"

his voice is harder the second time. dean swallows.

"yes, sir."

"good. caleb will be a few hours away if you need help, but i expect you to handle this by yourself." dean is relieved to hear that caleb will be around, but dad's second statement is the real order. dean's alone on this one. "i need you gone for a few days."

"where will you be?" dean asks. what changed? why is dean doing this by himself?

"i've got a ghoul up in oklahoma. i'll also be headed out."

this--more than anything else that's happened tonight--alarms him.

"what about sam?" dean asks.

sam's not ready to stay by himself. he's eleven. dean knows intimately how dangerous it is for sam to be left alone. dean still has dreams about the striga, about sammy's pale face behind the cage of dad's protective arms.

"i've left some money on the table. he can fend for himself for a few days--kid's seen worse." dad says, nodding over at the kitchen table. dad is back to all-casual, like this is a regular conversation. dean looks over, and barely resists the urge to count the money. how much is it? $40? $50? dean won't be comfortable until sammy has at least $150, but he doesn't know if they have the resources enough for that.

how is he going to make money, if the--what looks like from--$35 run dry?

"you want him to stay by himself?" dean asks, just to confirm. there's no way he's understanding this correctly. dad wouldn't do that.

he's strict, and he can be harsh, but he wouldn't leave sammy alone for days. right?

"dean." dad says, and it's his annoyed tone. his shut up, kid tone. his we're done talking about this tone. dean feels panic, sharp and hot and tight, shoving its way up his spine.

his entire body feels shaky. dad's going to do it.

he's going to leave sam alone. he's going to take sam away from him. as punishment. as a fucking punishment.

"dad...please. i don't think sammy's ready. i promise i'll go on this hunt as soon as you come back. the second you're finished, i'll head out, i will." dad's expression continues to darken, so dean rushes all of his words out at once, hoping to stop dad's protest before it can come out. "i promise dad, you won't see me at all. i'm not trying to get out of it. we shouldn't leave sam by himself."

dean holds his breath. dad has to see reason, he has to.

"are you questioning my direct order, again?"

dean's stomach falls through his shoes.

"dad, please," dean begs.

"dean--"

"i don't think he's ready--"

"do not talk back to me--"

"dad, please! he's just a kid, he's going to be scared--he's not ready for this!" dean pleads, because sam's not. he has nightmares more nights than not.

dad's hunt might be quick, but dean's is not going to be. dean desperately tries to run scenarios in his head of getting this case done in twelve hours, so he can be home in less than twenty-four, but there's no way he could.

"are you ready for this?" dad asks, and his eyebrow is raised. dean is stopped in his tracks. the words don't sound right.

"sir?"

"is all this because you're scared? you're not ready?" dad doesn't say it like dean thinks he means to. it's a challenge. a pitying, aw is the baby scared? it's a you-better-not-be.

and honestly? yes. a little bit. dean is fifteen. he's not ready to drive six hours away to gank a ghost by himself. he's done recon and research and helped dig things up, but he's never done anything like this before.

but dean's pride will not allow him to say yes. dad didn't raise a boy who could say yes. dad wouldn't even accept it if dean tried. which he won't.

he can't.

"no, sir. i'm ready." dean says.

dad stands back up, grabbing one of dean's shirts off of the bed behind him. he tosses it at dean, whom catches it numbly.

"pack your bag. i want you outta here by midnight." dad says, turning around to begin packing his own bag.

"yessir." dean feels shellshocked. he feels like he felt after he killed his first deer: confused, startled, and completely, totally numb. he knows the implications of this will affect the rest of his life, but he can't see far enough to know how.

dean's tired. he doesn't want to be here anymore, and dad has summarily dismissed him.

dean makes it to the door before he hears dad call his name. dean pauses, hand on the doorknob.

"and dean?"

dean turns around, and dad's face has darkened. his eyebrows are pulled low over his eyes, and when he speaks next, his voice is flint.

"if you ever question me again, you're walking to the next hunt."

dean nods, once.

"yessir."

he wants to say goodbye to sam. he wants to take his dad to the ground. he wants to punch a hole straight through the impala's windshield. he wants to get out of here.

dean packs his bag.

when he comes back a week and a half later, sam doesn't talk to him for three days. he's mad at dean for leaving him alone with dad.

dean tells him to lay off of dad. it's not his fault. he's only in a rotten mood because dean disobeyed, but dean keeps that last bit to himself.

dean should've obeyed him the first time.

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Chapter 15🤍

"Hi babe." Trent spoke immediately as Ella answered the phone, trying to conjure up the confidence to tell her. He didn't want to upset her at all, but he had to be honest. Relationships were supposed to be fuelled by love, loyalty and honesty.

"Hi." Ella greeted her boyfriend back, sounding as if she was softly smiling, hearing his voice again. She had been busy all evening but she had her phone with her.

"You okay?" He questioned her before he was going to tell her the news which he guessed that she didn't want to hear.

"I'm okay. You?" She spoke back, with a tone that Trent knew all to well. He closed his eyes before he answered her question.

"I'm okay." He confirmed, pinching his eyes closed again as he was about to finally be able to tell her everything. This was something he never wanted to do again. "I need to tell you something."

"Mhm." She didn't verbally respond, but she let out a sound so that Trent knew to carry on speaking.

"So, you know when I told you that Sabrina wanted to speak to me?" Trent muttered as the nerves were still very much present in his stomach. Ella let out the same sound as a reply to his question, wanting to know the rest. "We talked it out and she apologised but then after the conversation, I got up to leave and she tried to kiss me. I pulled away immediately though."

"I know." Ella confessed to him and she sounded like she was getting out a sweet packet out. It was like 10:30 pm in Spain and she was eating sweets. Classic Ella.

"You know?" Trent was shocked to have heard what his girlfriend had just said. If she knew, then why didn't she sound angry at him? He would've thought that she would be.

"Yeah, the girls told me." She affirmed to him. Ella's phone had been spammed an hour ago by them. She couldn't ask for better friends. Of course they had told her.

"So you're not upset about it?" Trent noticed her tone sounded different to what he had imagined it would in his head. He had expected her to be fuming.

"I was at first. I was very upset. I was really annoyed but then I remembered it wasn't your fault. The girls told me that you were angry at her for trying to kiss you and that you walked away straight after. I don't know why she keeps going, but I trust you baby and I know you would never cheat or anything." Ella stated, causing Trent to be relieved. She knew how much he loved her. "And then I wondered why it wasn't you telling me first but Jess told me that you were driving back to Tyler's so I get it. You know I don't like it when you call and drive cos' you get distracted."

"Yes baby I know." Trent chuckled softly. Ella was perfect. She was so understanding, more understanding then he could comprehend. How was she so amazing? "I'm sorry I didn't tell you first. I didn't know how to tell you."

"Well, you've told me now and everything's fine. I have no reason to be upset with you." Ella replied to him with a smile on her face. Trent was so grateful that it was Ella he was in love with because he didn't think anyone else would be able to have the patience to deal with this ongoing situation. "Let's stop talking about it now."

"How's Jude?" He asked, changing the topic of the conversation, finally. He hadn't seen Jude in a while but it wasn't the longest he had gone without seeing him.

"He's fine but he's being annoying as ever." Ella rolled her eyes thinking about how demanding he had been of her. He missed his sister and so when he would see her, he wanted to spend as much time with her as possible. Now with Jaida being there, they both had too. It wasn't that she didn't like hanging out with her brother, it was that she was exhausted and wanted to sleep sometimes. "He's been asking me and Jaida to go everywhere with him. I'm tired of being a third wheel. Next time, we should do it to him, see how he feels."

"Baby, he's just clingy." Trent giggled at her words. "And he's been third wheel a lot, it's your turn now." He continued to remark. "Oh yeah and Ibou and Lexi had a moment yesterday."

"I hearddddd- They would be cute together but we'll have to see about that one." Ella tittered at the thought of them. "Urghhh- anyways, are you with the babies?" She asked, wanting to see her little children who she missed so much.

"Yeah, they're right here." He requested to facetime her which she accepted straight away. As soon as they switched to facetime, Ella's heart softened as she saw their small faces.

"Hi my angels. You both look so cute." She said in a baby voice to them. It seemed that they were confused about hearing their mums voice but not being able to see her physically. "Mamas gonna be home soon."

"See look, they're clingy too. Just like their uncle Jude." He was referring to the fact that they were both holding on to him and while looking at Ella on the phone.

"You're clingy too baby." Ella defended them, letting out a little wave of laughter. Tahj and Tayah both loved their dad so much, they always had to be around him.

"You're clingy." Trent shot back in a joking manner. It made him have butterflies whenever Ella showed her clingy side.

"And what about it?" Ella had an attitude in her tone. It's not her fault she fell for him, but she did and he had to deal with that.

"Nothing. It's sexy." He pulled the camera up to his face to reveal his smirk which made Ella death stare him. Why was he like this? He was so handsome.

"Baby, don't say that word in front of the kids." She commended him with a stern voice which made Trent's smirk remain in place.

"Why? They don't understand beautiful." He kept pestering her cutely. Ella was tired of his little antics but it made her blush.

"You're annoying." She replied, closing her eyes with fake annoyance, making him chuckle. After a few seconds, Trent called out to Tyler that he was going to go back home. Aura was asleep and he had already given her a kiss, so he put his phone down, placing it in his pocket carefully so that Ella could stay on the call and carried them to the car.

"And you're gorgeous." He responded to her, as he strapped the babies into their seats, one after the other. Once he had finished, he closed the back door of the car.

"Watch when I get home I'll make sure you can't run your mouth anymore." Ella told him, trying to seem irritated by him and his words. He was now making his way to the drivers side.

"And I'll make sure you use yours." He was so outrageous sometimes. Ella was shocked by his words. "I'll make sure you're screaming my name aswell." He continued before opening the car door and getting inside.

"Ahh. Babyy!" She reacted to his sentences, her face bright red with butterflies in her stomach. He was so down bad, so was she honestly. "Behave." Ella knew Trent's smirk had appeared again which she could half see on the camera. "Just drive."

"What?" He pretended to be innocent.

"You're so lucky I'm in Spain right now." She returned causing Trent to laugh at his girlfriend. She got flustered so easily when he spoke like that to her. Who could blame her? "Anyway, I'll let you drive home."

"Baby, you're so cute when you're shy." He said quietly so that they babies couldn't hear what was going on.

"Stop-" She moved her phone so that the ceiling was showing and her face was out of the camera now. Trent couldn't stop chuckling lightly. "I'm gonna go to bed now- get home safe. I love you." She still sounded annoyed at him but he knew she was still blushing.

"Okay, I love you baby." He was still smiling after she hung up the phone. He was a mischievous man.

When they had arrived home, Trent gently brought the babies to their nursery as they were very sleepy. It was late for them so they needed to go to bed. He gave them both kisses on their foreheads before he changed into his sleep wear, brushed his teeth and laid down on his bed after a long day of stress. As soon as he did, he got out his phone again and block Sabrina on everything, not wanting to speak to her again.

The next day

The sun beamed down to practically hit Ella as she arose from her slumber. It was Jude's match today against barcelona. She had never been to an El Classico so she was excited to go, especially since her brother was the biggest name associated with it at the moment. She was so proud of him it was unexplainable. So that she wouldn't get shouted at by her mum trying to rush her, Ella got up and did her normal morning routine. She was confused when she saw that her mum and Jaida were almost ready and were waiting for her to finish. Denise rolled her eyes when she saw her daughter not even dress yet.

"Hurry up Ella, we don't want to be late for your brother's match. We have to leave in 30 minutes." Denise urged her to get ready faster. Having dealt with her half of her life, Denise was used to her daughter taking her time when she was with her. Since the day she pushed out Ella and gave birth to her, that girl had been obsessed with sleep. With Ella now being a mum herself, she didn't get much of it anymore.

"Yes mum, I'm hurrying." Ella sat on her bed now, wondering what to wear with her real madrid shirt before she decided to take a picture for Trent in her pink pair of pyjamas shorts that fit her butt perfectly. What's the harm in a picture? It would only take a few seconds. She didn't want to wear her jeans but it would have to do. As quickly as she could, she put them on. Noticing that she hadn't been on her phone at all this morning, she picked it up to see a 'good morning' text from Trent. After changing, she quickly put on her shirt, did her makeup and hair with 10 minutes to spare. She used the rest of the time to message her boyfriend back and sent him the picture and another picture that she had taken the day before.

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handsome😍🤍

Good morning beautiful🤍😘

morning baby🤍🤍

Did you sleep well?

yeahh

kind of, uu??

Kind of🤍

*photo📸*

Come home NOW😍😍😍😍

BABY😫😫😫😫😫😫😫

look at you being down bad for me😌

I need you😫😫😩

you're gonna have to wait babyy😘

i got more pics for youu

they are WAYYY better than these one✋🏽-

these ones is very much nothing😘

Baby stop-

You're making me turn red

And Marcell's here💀

💀💀💀💀💀💀😂

just wait til you see what I post later

me and jaida r going to the beach

so u'll get to see much more of me😘

😫😫😫😫😫

Oh yeah I forgot the match is soon

I forgot it was at 12:00

So you have the whole afternoon after that🤍

yepp🤍

i have to go now babyy

make sure the babies get their milk

when they wake up

i love you😘🤍🤍

I love you😘🤍🤍

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"Ella, it's time to leave now." Denise voiced out loud enough for her daughter to hear. Jaida was thrilled about seeing him play today. She was going to have a good day. Jaida and Ella had planned to swimming later as the summer heat had begun, so it was perfect for them to do so.

"I'm coming mum." Ella responded, getting her little bag and placing her phone inside. She quickly joined her mum and Jaida at the front door, putting her shoes on before they left the house.

The Bernabéu stadium was massive. The atmosphere was definitely inviting and the fans were countless. When Ella, Jaida and Denise had arrived, it was nearly time for that game to start. Ella was low key proud of herself because she could've taken longer to get ready but here they were. On time. They were sat near the boxes in the family area, looking at the team as they exited the tunnel ready to get started. They stood in their straight line before going to shake hands and then got in their positions, waiting for the whistle to blow.

The first half began with a Barcelona goal from Christensen in the 6' minute. That obviously didn't mean that the game was in their hands, of course. They were playing against real madrid after all. Vinicius Junior was able to hit it pas the net in the 18' minute, with an assist from Lucas Vazquez, making it 1-1. Real madrid were able to cut through their opposing side, meaning chances were being created and shots were being directed towards the goal, however none of them seemed to be going in. Madrid fans roared down the stadium, trying their best to motivate their players. Jude had been struggling a bit to get it past the keeper but he was no quitter, still being able to get through their midfield and defence. Half time had come and the result remained at 1-1.

Ella wasn't worried because she knew the qualities the team possessed and had complete faith in them all. They were considered the best team in the world, but to Ella, she loved Liverpool, Sunderland and Madrid equally. When she had first entered Liverpool because of university, it opened her heart immediately. She loved everything about it and now, she lived there with her children and boyfriend. Due to her brothers now playing for madrid and sunderland, she had no choice but to support them.

During the second half, the noise was definitely louder as both sets of fans wanted to win. Real madrid attackers pushed more, wanting the same thing. Unfortunately, a goal was scored by Lopez in the 69' minute, meaning it was 2-1 to barcelona. However, that didn't last long as Lucas Vazquez hit it bang in the net with an assist by Vinicius Junior, giving them an equaliser. It was now drawn and tension was thicker than ever. 20 minutes later, the 90' minute had past and everyone thought that the game would end in a draw, that was until Jude flew the ball Ter Stegen. Full time result, 3-2 to real madrid.

The game had finished now and Jude was making his way up to his family and Jaida with joy filled in his body. He had won his team the match. They were all so proud of him. Ella noticed how shy Jaida got around him which made her chuckle very lightly.

"Well done darling." Denise hugged her son as he had finally reached them now. Her children were the people who brought her the most joy, so to see them accomplish as much as they did meant that a smile would be plastered across her face, until one of them annoyed her. Ella, Jude and Jobe always found a way to.

"Thanks mum." Jude was also proud of himself and his team for winning today. It wasn't their best performance but resilience got them a victory at the end.

"You did great. I'm proud of you." Ella was now speaking as Jude hugged Jaida. He really liked her and it was evident to his family.

"Thank you muppet." He responded to his sister. Ella wasn't going to say anything back because she was going to let him have his moment with Jaida.

"I'm proud of you too." Jaida announced as she got on her tiptoes and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. Denise wasn't looking as she was now speaking to one of the other mums which Jude was glad about.

"Thank you J." He kissed her cheek back. Ella was very happy for them, but as she had previously told Trent, she was tired of being the third wheel. That's what she got after doing it to the both of them.

The afternoon kept going as they were now on their way to the beach. Jude had stayed home with Denise as he was exhausted after his match but Ella and Jaida were sat in the car being driven to the prettiest beach close to them. Ella was worried that her weave would get damaged but at the end of the day, it's just hair. Her natural afro would have it's time to shine when she would get back to Liverpool, which was tomorrow. Ella decided to post pictures on her story. One from now and one from yesterday. Jaida also posted on her story, one of her from this morning and one of her in the car with Ella.

The beach was fun. Ella and Jaida made sure to enjoy their last day in Spain, even though they know it wouldn't be their last time going there. Trent saw the pictures that Ella posted in her bikini and was absolutely mesmerised by her beauty. She also sent him a few naughty pictures which made him so grateful that she was coming back home tomorrow so that he could have her. When Ella and Jaida got home, the put everything back in their bags so that they were ready for their plane journey in the morning. Before going to bed, the girls spoke about Trent, Jude and just life in general.

Chapter 16

Hope you guys enjoyed this🤍x

Anyways, don't ask about why Ella's hair keeps changing💀 Just imagine they're all her🤍🤍🤍Aren't Jaida and Ella gorgeoussss? x

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