#i swear this was supposed to be short....

[humpster35]

Dilf!Matt x BabySitter!Reader

|Mentions of infidelity, pregnancy, age gap, unprotected sex, swearing, fluff, slight yelling and anxiety

Matt’s foot anxiously tapped the floor, the sound echoing across the house. He had never felt so scared in his life. This part always got to him, the waiting. So with a sigh and fixing of his hat, Matt knocked on the bathroom door.

“Y/n. You done yet?” Matt’s country accent reached the girls ears. They pulled her out of her mind as she stared at the tiny lines.

She was pregnant. Y/n had got gotten pregnant by a man with a family already. The door knob twisted and she didn’t even hear Matt walk in until he was standing right behind her. His belt buckle grazing the curve of her upper back, as Matt leaned into her.

“Y/n. Don’t panic baby.” Matt spoke in a cooing voice while putting his hand on her waist. He knew the consequences of his actions and felt proud that he actually accomplished his goal.

“Don’t panic? Matt you have a wife. AND A FUCKING FIVE YEAR OLD-.” Y/n’s frustrated voice felt like a dagger in Matt’s heart. He thought she wanted this as much as he did. So he took a step back and rested his hands on his hips.

“Alright now sweetheart. No need to yell, i’m right here with ya.”

Y/n sniffled as she looked into Matt’s eyes.

“If you would cheat on her, you’d do the same thing to me. So tell me Matt.—Why shouldn’t I get rid of it?”

Matt didn’t have a response for that. He knew that it was just supposed to be a one time thing, one night he got into an argument with his wife and just wanted to get back at her. Along the way though, he ended up actually falling in love with y/n.

Y/n handed him the test and quickly wiped her eyes as Matt’s son Liam toddled in. He was holding up a coloring book showing her that he had finished the page like she asked.

“Good job little man.” Y/n dryly chuckled as she picked him up, leaving the bathroom and Matt in it.

Matt stood there lost in his own thoughts. Y/n was 19, and he was 25. He never even initiated the flirting. She would walk around the house in a short skirt, purposefully bending over in front of him with fuck me eyes. Matt only ever gave in once he got drunk after the argument he had earlier. Y/n knew what she was doing, she just wanted to try out an older man.

Her friends always bragged about how they’re so much better and seeing as Matt’s wife is mainly working overtime, she took the opportunity. They had a great bond in the beginning. From the moment Y/n walked through those doors, Liam would rush to her arms and cause Matt to laugh.

There was one instance on when Y/n was giving little Liam a bath and he called her mom. This only made her sad for the kid, he needed his mom. Matt overheard this when Y/n thought he was still working on the farm, it just solidified even more that the feelings he was feelings weren’t just because of the sex. His own son saw how much of a joy and light Y/n brought into their once dull home.

“Y/n, you should keep it.” Matt walked out into the living room.

Y/n was helping Liam color as the toddler sat on her lap. She only ignored Matt though, the lump in her throat was building and she wasn’t sure if she could hold back for much longer.

Matt sat down next to them and pinched Liam’s little face. He stroked the back of Y/n’s head which made his son smile playfully. This was normal for them. Y/n didn’t move away from him, she actually craved his touch. It always made her feel something.

“Alright Li, you ready for lunch?” Y/n said while carrying him to his high chair.

“Once you’re done with that, c’mere darling.” Matt stuck a toothpick in his mouth and tilted his cowboy hat in her direction.

Y/n nodded and after fixing Liam his favorite snack, a pb&j with apple slices and a juice box, she let Matt take her hand and lead her to the side room. Matt’s hand felt rough and dry from all the work he does outside, but y/n has always liked it.

“Sit down, we’re gone talk about this and what you are deciding to do little lady.” Matt spoke sternly. He knew that he couldn’t pressure her to keep a baby she may didn’t even want, nor would he ever. He watched as y/n sat down, she wore overalls and a white tank top.

“Wheeewww you sure know how to make a cowboy sing.”

Y/n blushed and flipped her hair to the side. She grabbed Matt by his belt buckle to pull him closer. His hands immediately went on her head as he held her.

“Matt i’m just scared. You are still legally married, even if you say you love me.”

Matt took some of her hair in his hand and squeezed it lightly. Y/n knew that she wasn’t just the only nervous one here.

“If you divorce her then what happens to little Liam?”

“We can get that situated.”

“What if she takes him with her Matt? I don’t want that to happen.”

Matt smiled softly and kissed the top of y/n’a head. He knew that at this point, Liam was sort of already hers.

“I’ll never let her take Liam away from us.” He placed his hand on y/n’s stomach as she started crying.

“Not when he’s got a sibling on the way.”

Y/n looked up at Matt with teary eyes. It was like him saying that only made the reality real for her.

“Oh Matt.”

Matt chuckled and leaned down to kiss her lips softly. It was endearing, the soft movement of his tongue swiping across the bottom of y/n’s bottom lip as he started to suck on her tongue. Y/n let out a moan, the intensity of the kiss made her fall back onto the bed and Matt climbed on top of her.

Y/n felt as Matt’s fingers unhooked the overall straps. She didn’t wear a bra with the tank top because she knew that’s what he liked. The feeling of his rough hands grabbing at her soft flesh, made her feel guilt for how not guilty she felt about this whole thing. Matt knew her. He knew her body and, Y/n didn’t want his wife to feel what she feeling anymore. She did want Matt all to herself and maybe this baby could make that a reality for her.

“Can’t do anything more today sweet pea.” Matt lifted his hat a bit as he smirked down at y/n. His son was in the other room and almost done with his food by now. So he got up and adjusted his pants, and dick, while y/n sat up flustered.

Y/n laughed a bit while fixing her hair.

“That’s how we got into this mess!” Matt laughed heartily while holding his stomach and placed a kiss to Y/n’s cheek.

“Y’right. Cmon let’s head on back now darling.” Matt smacked Y/n’s ass on the way back to the kitchen.

Little Liam was smiling at the girl as he held an apple slice in his chubby fingers. His face was flustered as he eagerly reached for Y/n.

“Mommy!” Liam giggled into Y/n’s chest as she picked him up.

“Now what has happened here little man? Hm?”

Matt walked in after making sure his dick was tucked properly. He took off his cowboy hat and put it on Y/n’s head.

“Aw that’s right. Liam, your mommy here is a good rider.” Matt shot a smirk to Y/n.

“Now now now, don’t be going and believing your daddy Li. Cmon you wanna take a bath?”

Liam cheered and he took the hat off Y/n’s head, the boy failed to successfully wear it though, due to his head being much smaller. The couple laughed and Matt took Liam from Y/n.

“You go and get some rest now hear? That baby’s gonna be wearing your lassie down.” Matt’s voice was husky and deep. His country accent always made Y/n’s pussy wet.

She nodded and left her overall straps down. With her bare tits just barely being covered by a white tank top, Matt felt himself hardening again and he rushed out of the room.

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[fredswrite]

A/N: This was supposed to be longer than that, but oh well, I love my cute emo boy even if it’s short.

SUMMARY: Your punk neighbour finally has the guts to ask you out on a date. bubbly!reader x sam!monroe

WC: ~ 900

No warning <33

MLST

KIND OF A DATE

The summer air was thick with the smell of salt and cut grass, and somewhere down the street, someone was playing Bad Religion too loud through a screen door. You were skipping across the Monroe driveway like it was your personal stage, lemonade sloshing dangerously in a plastic cup, the ice clinking with each step. Your voice dances through the air as you speak about your latest theory of clouds having secret lives.

"You see that one? It looks like a squirrel in downward dog. Don't lie, you see it too!"

Sam Monroe, half-shadowed on the porch in his navy jeans and an old Misfits t-shirt, didn’t answer. He's crouched over a warped board with a screwdriver in hand, pretending to be very invested in home repair, that his dad wanted him to join in. His black nails were chipped. His piercings caught the light. He hadn’t looked up once.

But you knew better.

You've caught him watching you more than once, usually when you're not supposed to notice. At first, he was all eye rolls and silent groans whenever you came over. Now, he just kind of... existed in your orbit, like a moody little planet circling your sunshine.

You hopped up the steps and sat beside him with a huff. "You know," you started, sipping your lemonade, "you're the most interesting person I've ever met who hasn't smiled at me even once."

His shoulders tensed. He glanced sideways at you, long enough to give a noncommittal shrug, before returning to the board.

"I smile," he muttered, and you swear it's the first thing he's said to you all week.

"Prove it."

His lips twitched. Barely. A phantom smile. But you could see it.

"Oh my god," you gasped, "was that it? That was like... a micro-smile. A mini. A smol."

He rolled his eyes, but his ears turned pink, which you considered a victory. He pushed his bangs out of his face, fingers smudged with sweat and dust, and kept his gaze glued to the screwdriver like it's more dangerous than you.

You leaned back on your elbows and tilted your head toward the sky. "You're like one of those cats that acts like it hates everyone but then starts sleeping on your pillow. Slowly. Stealthily."

He exhaled through his nose. "Do you ever stop talking?" He finally sat up, looking at you.

"Nope," you chirped. "It's one of my top five skills. Right after making bracelets, eating popsicles too fast, and finding four-leaf clovers like, weirdly often."

He gave a tiny huff—almost a laugh—and you know he's cracked. He just doesn't know it yet.

There's a pause. You sipped your lemonade. He pretended not to look at your knees tucked under you, the rainbow anklet you were wearing, the little sticker on your shoulder you forgot was there.

Then he cleared his throat. "So... there's this thing."

You blinked at him. "A thing?"

"Yeah. At the lake. On Friday." He fidgeted with the screwdriver, thumbs the worn edge of his jeans. "They do fireworks. And funnel cake.

You smiled slowly, watching the way he wouldn't quite meet your eyes.

"I was wondering if you... Maybe wanna go. With me. Just us."

It came out rushed, like he was afraid that if he said it too slowly, he would chicken out halfway through.

You blinked. Then you beam. "Duh. I've only been waiting for you to ask me out since you glared at me in your hoodie like a sad little vampire."

He let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. His ears were bright red now.

You reached over and gently bumped your shoulder into his. "Took you long enough, Monroe."

He shrugged, lips quirking in that way that might became a real smile if you kept poking at it. "You're just... a lot."

"You mean awesome?"

"I mean loud."

You grin. "You love it."

He didn't deny it.

Friday came. You were wearing glitter on your cheeks and a skirt that twirled when you spun. Sam showed up in all black, of course, but he had a bracelet on—one of yours, braided with bright thread and a plastic skull bead in the middle.

At the lake, he was quieter than usual, but you filled the space between with your laughter, with questions he pretended to hate answering but secretly liked. When the fireworks start, you don't ask, you just take his hand.

He stiffened, then relaxed like it was the most natural thing in the world. Your fingers were sticky from the powdered sugar of the cake. His thumb brushed your knuckle softly.

"You're not gonna write a poem about this, are you?" he muttered, watching the sky explode in color.

"I might," you teased. "Something like: 'Black hoodie, black heart, but oh, those hands. Sticky with love."

He groaned.

You lean your head on his shoulder. "Shut up. You're smiling again."

"I'm not."

"You are. Just accept that you like me. It's inevitable."

And this time, he didn’t argue. He just squeezed your hand tighter as the sky lit up, and for once, he didn’t feel the need to hide behind silence or sarcasm.

With you, being seen didn’t feel so scary.

[dismalflo]

hi, Uhm… so, I love your blog (like, reading your drabbles to sleep love) and I’d really like to request a poly!wolfstar x fem!reader where they are in an established relationship already, and the guys come back from a party or smth, and find reader dancing to the beat of Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! (A man after midnight) by ABBA, (and they’re coming home late from said party) and so they tease reader about it but in the end they start dancing along with her? Thank youuu 💚💚💚

hi darling, tysm for requesting and for your kind words <3 i hope you enjoy!!

poly!wolfstar x reader who dances the night away ✩ 1k words

cw: fluff

What the boys expect to find is you in bed, waiting for them. Probably dozing–half-awake, ready to insist you’re not even that tired–only to fall asleep two minutes into Sirius’ dramatic retelling of their night out. He and Remus would share one of those sly, wordless smiles over the top of your head, as if managing to lull you to sleep were some grand feat. They’d follow you into dreams not long after, limbs tangled and content.

But what they expect isn’t what they come home to.

Remus is the first through the door, Sirius close behind, still fumbling with the handle as it swings shut. Normally, the loud click would make Remus wince, but tonight, he barely notices. There's a sound drifting faintly from the kitchen; a low, familiar thrum.

ABBA.

The unmistakable glittery beat of Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! carries faintly through the flat.

Sirius lets out a noise that might be a laugh, might be a groan—shifting his weight from foot to foot. “If I don’t get these shoes off in the next five seconds, I’ll have to saw my feet off. I swear they’ve shrunk since we left.”

Remus chuckles, his hand finding Sirius’s elbow to steer him toward the sofa. “Alright, c’mon.”

 Sirius drops onto the cushions with a contented sigh, already slumping sideways. Remus crouches to untie his laces, deft fingers at the ready, only to be swatted away.

“I think you should check what Y/N is up to,” Sirius says with a wink. “I can handle my own laces just this once, handsome.”

Remus rolls his eyes but stands, throwing Sirius a fond look over his shoulder as he pads toward the kitchen. The music grows louder with every step, bouncing lightly off the walls. He stops just short of the doorway.

You're dancing.

Well–half-dancing, half-preparing some kind of midnight snack at the counter. There’s a butter knife in one hand, a piece of cheese in the other, and your hips are swaying. Bare feet shuffle against cool tile, and though your voice is too soft to carry over the music, you’re humming along.

He leans against the doorway, arms crossed, head tilted, a stupid smile blooming across his face.

Remus lingers for a moment, content just to watch. There’s something magnetic about the way you move–unbothered, joyful, utterly at ease in the quiet sanctuary of your shared home. Your shirt hangs loose off one shoulder, one of Sirius’s band tees he’s definitely going to pretend to be mad about you stealing later. The kitchen is softly lit, golden and warm.

You spin around mid-chorus, your mouth opening to belt out the next line.

“Gimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight–”

And then you spot him.

You freeze mid-twirl, eyes wide.

He just raises an eyebrow, lips twitching. “Don’t stop on my account.”

Your mouth opens, flustered. “You–you weren’t supposed to be home yet!”

“We left a bit early.” His smile is soft, fond, not at all mocking. “Got tired.”

Sirius’s voice calls faintly from the living room, laced with the laziness of someone who’s already kicked their feet up. “Are you both coming in here?”

Remus doesn’t reply. He crosses the room to you, every step quiet. You set the cheese down, suddenly shy.

“I couldn’t sleep,” you murmur. “Thought I’d wait up. Got hungry. And then it was too quiet…”

Remus’s eyes soften as he crosses the space between you. Without hesitation, he brushes a loose strand of hair from your face, his fingertips grazing your cheek gently.

“You didn’t have to wait up, you know.”

“I know,” you say. “But I missed you both.”

Remus smiles, warm and worn-in, and then he’s folding you into his arms, your body tucking instinctively into his. He sways with you, just slightly, despite the poppy beat still looping through the kitchen. His chin rests against the top of your head like it belongs there.

Then; footsteps.

The kitchen door swings wider, and Sirius appears in the doorway. His shirt is wrinkled, half-untucked, collar unbuttoned. That mischievous gleam in his eyes is unmistakable.

“Well, well, well,” he drawls, arms opening dramatically. “What do we have here?”

You look up at him, warmth creeping up your neck. “I was just… waiting.”

Sirius’s eyes flick between you and Remus, the corners of his mouth pulling into a grin. “Looks like I missed the opening act of your kitchen concert,” he says. “Very rude.”

Remus laughs softly, squeezing your waist. “He’s just upset he missed the food.”

“And the dance,” Sirius adds, stepping in close. His hands find your waist before you can react, and with a gleeful spin, he twirls you away from Remus and across the kitchen.

You stumble into laughter, clutching at Sirius as he steadies you. His grip is sure, warm, familiar.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“Ridiculously charming,” he says with a wink.

“Gross,” you tease, wrinkling your nose.

Remus rejoins you both with a soft chuckle, his hand sliding around your waist from behind. Sirius presses closer from the front, and the three of you sway together now, the remnants of ABBA giving way to something softer.

No one moves to stop the music.

For a moment, words feel unnecessary. There's only the slow rhythm of shared breaths, the warmth of bodies pressed together, and the kind of peace that settles deep in the bones.

Remus kisses your temple.

Sirius squeezes your hand.

The night stretches around you, golden and easy. There’s nothing more to say.

masterlist <3

[gofu-kurself]

eddie can’t get it right. he’s really trying to figure out the riff to fucking, please, please, please—of all songs—on his guitar but it’s not clicking.

billy sits reading eddie’s copy of the hobbit on their shitty couch, sprawled on his stomach and kicking his feet like the secret cutie patootie eddie knows he is.

“close, munson. almost got it,” he says without taking his eyes from the book.

eddie can’t help but smile and throw his guitar pick at billy’s face, giving up on actually trying for now, “and how the fuck would you know what it’s supposed to sound like, hmm? you listen to sabrina now?”

eddie leers at the way billy’s neck slowly flushes a deep scarlet.

“fuck off munson, we both know steve doesn’t play shit else at the moment.”

“well then help me out sweetheart, what am i missing?”

billy finally turns his head away from the book and looks at eddie, “‘m not a guitar savant fuckass, you’re just missing the little,” he purses his lips and eddie can’t help but watch at the way his throat constricts around nothing as he hums, “m-m-mmmm-m.”

“ooooh right, right. the m-m-mmmm-m part. gotcha. yeah let me try that real quick,” eddie brings his right middle finger to the neck of his guitar and the other to strum pitifully at the strings.

“real mature,” billy says while raising his eyebrow.

“my wonderous humor is lost on you!!” he wails dramatically, no actual weight to the words, “stevie woulda been crackin his cute ass up at that move,” eddie pouts while continuing to slide his middle finger up and down the frets of his guitar.

“you don’t think this ass is cute?” billy says with a returned pout as he pops it out obscenely from where he’s splayed. he pretends to go back to reading.

“that ass is a public disturbance, and you know it,” eddie chuckles at himself, “well, maybe more of a private disturbance, if you know what i mean.”

billy keeps ‘reading’ his book, but eddie can see the way his broad shoulders shake a little from how he’s trying to keep his laughter under control, “nah munson, no idea. what ever could you mean? i think you’ll have to explain—or better yet, just show me?”

“oooo a kinesthetic learner. you wanna get educational, hargrove?”

“im alllll about the academics, baby” billy says through a smile as he wiggles his ass and the book in his hand simultaneously.

eddie sets his guitar down gently and slides off the kitchen chair he was perched on. he lets his knees thunk onto the soft rug of their living room, slowly digs his hands into the crinkly threads on the ground and lets his hips wave in an overly seductive way as he crawls toward the couch, “well, ya know. im so dedicated to academia that i stuck around for a few extra years.”

“ahh,” billy breathes out like he’s never been more bored, “so you can stick something somewhere? was starting to think you can’t do anything but run your mouth.”

eddie reaches the couch and just takes a big fucking chomp out of billy’s basketball shorts clad ass because 1) goddam and 2) he’s being a little bitch and needs to be humbled.

billy’s affronted whine and the way the book smacks onto the armrest makes eddie feel like he’s on fire. he grins into billy’s meaty upper thigh and hums the riff billy had so kindly taught him how to master on guitar.

“munson. i swear to god if you don’t get on me in the next five minutes im calling steve and telling him to leave the gym right fucking now cuz i need something—” he’s cut off with a heavy oof and the full weight of one eddie munson plastered along his back.

eddie hums please, please, please into billy’s skin and lips and dick while they fool around on the the couch until steve gets home twenty minutes later. he’s sweaty from the gym and breathing hard, like he ran home.

eddie looks up from where he’s perched on the carpet sucking billy off in surprise.

“oops, may have preemptively texted steve cuz i thought you were just sooo busy with guitar,” billy says all demure from where he’s reclined against the couch cushions, shirt rucked up to his armpits from eddie’s wandering hands.

“you think he’s more academically inclined than me?” eddie says as he stares and vastly appreciates the way steve’s weathered grey t-shirt sticks to his pecs with sweat. he moves his hand up and down billy’s cock as he beckons steve over with the other.

“cmon stevie, billy’s been such a good teacher while you’ve been gone. bet he can impart so much knowledge unto us.”

“the fuck did i walk into?” steve questions, mostly to himself, as he sheds his shirt and approaches the couch with a bitchy swagger that should be illegal. in eddie’s opinion.

“a learning experience—you’re lat—“ says billy before letting his head jerks onto the back of the couch with a huff as eddie licks a stripe up his dick.

“mmm sorry babes,” he jokes while squinting at his fancy sports watch thingy, that has numbers the size of the sun, “wont happen again,” steve laughs before planting himself next to billy on the couch. he draws billy into a heated kiss with one hand and runs the other into eddie’s hair to tug playfully at the roots.

and if eddie hums please, please, please while sucking billy off, and if steve starts humming along while marking up billy’s neck, and if billy cums while they’re doing it. well…that would just be the most darndest thing wouldn’t it???wouldn’t it????

[eightestmonth]

Mean girl! x Joel Miller ᝰ.ᐟ

bfd!Joel x you.

warning: nsfw. idk age gap and stuff (reader is at least 18 ok don't get my ass I just watched Heather the musical for the first time and was funny to me how mean the Heather's were) (and then I imagined a mean girl being put in place again and... well..) mean joel but like mean because he's defending his daughter..

You were a mean girl. That was for sure.

Okay, let's make it clear: you weren't a mean girl before. No. You used to be the perfect little girl with perfect little grades, a sweetheart, friends with everyone in school.

Until you started high school.

High school was different, and you realised it a little too late, but... what the hell, yeah. You moved from group to group, pushing people down to get where you wanted because that was how high school worked, whether you liked it or not.

And one of those people was... Sarah Miller.

Sarah and you had been friends since kindergarten. She was funny and kind, and all you ever had for a long time. It had always been Sarah and you. Sarah and you in the park, Sarah and you in Halloween, Sarah and you making fun of her dad. Just the two of you. Until, of course, you two reached high school, and you chose a different path.

You weren't mean to her... well, no directly to her. No in her face, at least. Damn, you saw Sarah every Saturday when your dad dragged Joel out of his cave and onto your house for beers. It was almost a ritual now. But you weren't friends. Not anymore.

You didn't think too much about it. You cared about your reputation, about being popular, while she... she played soccer.

Ugh.

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It started as a small joke. It was supposed to be a small joke, silly and funny around your group of friends. The objective was clear: just make fun of the whole soccer team (emphasis in whole): cut some shorts in the back, some shirts in the front... nothing too... bad, right?

It was the big game. Adults would be over to cheer for the girl's soccer team, so why wouldn't you ruin it for them? It was funny.

But then, between one of the shorts you cut, was Sarah's.

And the second Sarah kicked the first ball, the fabric gave in to show her pantie-covered ass —though, it wouldn't have been so bad if her panties hadn't been strained with blood.

You can swear to fucking God that you had never seen Sarah that much embarrassed in her entire life.

And you... kinda feel bad for her for like... three seconds before you heard the giggles around your friends. You knew your little joke had been a good one when you saw the conmotion around the adults —re: Joel Miller cradling his daughter onto his arms to get her out of there.

Sarah had been mocked about that ever since.

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Saturday.

You were staying home.

And your father invited Joel to drink some beers and watch the match on the new TV he bought. You momma was out with her own friends, and you felt a little pathetic for staying home with your father and his best friend.

"Where's Sarah?" You asked Joel, chewing gum like you always did.

Joel's eyes narrowed at you, and you just knew that he knew.

"Not feeling good." He simply said.

"S'a shame," you mumbled, eyes narrowing in challenge at him, and you could see how his eyes darkened. Your father hummed.

"What's a shame?" He asked, eyes fixed on the TV.

You blowed your gum in a bubble until it exploded, a plop echoing through the living room.

"Sarah had an accident in school," you explained, tone nonchalantly as you looked at your father. Then, you looked back at Joel. "Half the school saw her panties," you hummed, and by the way Joel was clenching his jaw, you were afraid he might break his teeth.

Your father looked at you, deep and serious. He knew.

Then, he looked at Joel with an apologetic gaze.

"It was intentional," Joel added, eyes fixed on yours. "She told me."

"Did she?" You mocked.

Your father looked at you again, and you knew for your own good that it was better that you leave now.

And so you did.

Yet, you barely reached the top of the stairs when a big and powerful hand was being wrapped around your throat. Tight.

You gasped, body going tense as someone shoved your small frame onto the bathroom. You tried to speak, to scream, but another hand covered your mouth quickly. You knew the smell, for sure. You knew the calloused fingers that held you tight. Joel Miller.

He didn't bother in turning on the light of the bathroom, but he held you close and tight against his big and hard body.

"You think it's funny?" he snarled on your ear. "You think you're too cool now? Just because you dress like a little bitch and hang out with little whores like you?" he continued, his voice poisoned. He tightened the grip in your throat, your body tensing further.

"I'm gonna show you what is to be real mean, you fucking whore," he threatened. "Next time you touch Sarah, I'll make sure everyone in that stupid school regrets it. You, especially," he promised.

He tightened the grip in your throat again, harder, harder until he heard your breath hitch in your throat, cutting your air supply for a moment. Just to make you feel it.

"Understood?" He asked, and you nodded quickly.

He let go of your throat, but not your body quite yet.

"Good girl," he hummed. "See what happens when you mess with the wrong girl? You had to be careful and stop acting like this, Regina George wannabe," he mocked.

Your body stayed still, heart pounding like crazy with each word that left his mouth.

He slowly slid his hand out of your mouth, letting you take a deep breath, gasping like a fish out of water.

"Say sorry," he demanded, big hand tightening on your jaw.

"Sorry," you mewled.

"Good." He stated.

When he finally let you go, your legs gave in, and you ended up splashed pathetically on your bathroom floor. You trembled under his harsh gaze, and even in the dark, you could see his cruel smirk.

He stepped back, leaving the bathroom and leaving you trembling, shaking, quivering, frightened... and excited.

[seleneprince]

Jason Todd suddenly having a stepmother and three additional younger siblings out of nowhere, moved into the same house as him. Knowing damn well something is fishy about this marriage, specially coming from the new Mrs Wayne, but not saying anything because Bruce told him to not intervene.

Jason resenting the woman at first, but being uncapable of feeling the same way about the kids, who apparently think he's cool and drag him into playing with them, and well, he can't say no. He doesn't have the heart.

Jason noticing the oldest seems wary of him for some reason, as if she doesn't trust him, but eventually warming up to him when he perseveres in getting her out of her shell.

Jason adoring the three of them, encouraging them to call him "big bro Jay", but having a special bond with the oldest girl, who soon enough becomes his partner in crime in the family. Sneaking out to the kitchen to eat more dessert than they were allowed to, falling asleep together, chasing each other around the manor, playing pranks on the adults. Even getting grounded together.

Jason soaking up all the admiration and affection she shows him, and viceversa. Both low-key teaming up to complain about Dick being kinda an asshole to them. Promising the girl that he'll never leave her, and if she ever needs anything, she can count on "big bro Jay" to help her.

Jason learning even to like his stepmother, who makes homemade snacks for when he goes out with Batman, ruffles his hair while calling him cute nicknames and inviting him to eat at the table with her and her kids as well, as if he's her child too. And he feels guilty but god, he wants it so badly

Jason doubting himself more often that he'd like, admitting once to his beloved little sister that he doesn't feel like he'll ever be like Dick Grayson, only for her to look at him directly in the eyes all confidently and say "You're right, because you're better than him." His eyes getting wet out of sudden and hugging her tightly, as if her warmth alone can erase all his suffering. And it does.

Jason picking them up from school, scaring the shit out of anyone who messes with his little siblings. Carrying their backpacks for them. Telling them that if they ever feel threatened or even worried, don't do anything themselves, tell him instead. Let big bro take care of it.

Jason promising his little sister that he'll always love her, no matter what, and that he'll come back to them even if it costs him. Swearing up and down that he won't ever break her heart.

"We're family, little wing. Nothing can change that. You'll always be my babysister."

Jason loving his little sister more than anything, with all his heart...until his last breath. Dying with the realisation that he broke his promise.

Jason crawling his way back, forever changed. Forever mutated into someone else he barely recognises sometimes. Coming back to Gotham with hands stained in blood and the new weight of his sins on his shoulders. The pain, the fury and the revenge burning his soul until the boy he once was is nothing but ashes.

Jason returning to the manor, painfully aware of the darkness he now carries. That infects his being. Noticing everyone looking at him with wariness, like a bomb about to explode...except someone.

Jason seeing again those familiar eyes, full of warmth and longing, that he thought would never see again. There's no fear in her, no reluctance. No, worst. She's happy. Her eyes light up and runs to him, a bit wary in her steps, but her joy overshadowing everything else. She's unsure, but still reaches out. She still sees the boy who left, not the monster that came back.

Jason feeling too tainted and too guilty to even face her properly, ignoring the pang in his chest at her heartbroken face when he brushes her off. Telling himself he doesn't deserve her affection, not anymore. That he will just corrupt her, curse her by sticking close. Convincing himself that it's for her own good. Because that's what a big brother does. Protecting his little siblings from anything...even from himself.

Jason putting distance between them, pushing her away as much as he can, over and over until he realises she's moving on. That she no longer seeks him out, instead going on with her life and growing up. He's so glad, and so, so proud of her even if he doesn't tell her it fucking breaks him but what he's supposed to do?

Jason still spending time with the rest of the family because it's different with them. They already accepted the boy he once was is dead. They went through shit themselves to somewhat understand his own. They're all soldiers in their own ways, under the bat's shadow. There's no innocence to protect there, no one he can dissapoint. No one that he cares anyway.

Jason convinced that she's safe and better off without him, swallowing the poison threatening to spill out from his mouth when he catches Duke getting cozy with her in all too familiar way, biting his tongue as he looks the other way. That was his spot first, she used to be his, it's not fair it's not fucking fair

Jason forcing himself to not think about it every day....and then seeing her battered body crashed in a dark alley, on top of a car. Covered in bruises and blood and broken. Unresponsive. Not breathing. And he has no fucking idea what happened. Or how. Or why. No one knows, no one can tell him, there's no one to ask. All he knows is that his little sister fell from a fucking window and must've been bleeding alone there until she blacked out. Alone and battered, dying in silence.

Jason realising, with a heartcrushing force, that he fucked up. Astronomically. And it's too late now.

[k3n999]

TS 2.0 demo spoiler

About a minor change to one of Ais' line that I wish they'd left it as it was🚶...

Just want to talk abt it because it's been bothering me a bit. (warning; it kinda long..I didn't mean it......)

In previous version, when MC said smth a long the lines; Ais threatened them and had the gal to kick them out just so he could go drinking, he'd reply with this:

but in this update they changed to this :

Which at first, I found it..cute..like, ohoh~ he's being being flirty with me now, so much so that I shamelessly got off my chair, giggling and kicking my feet and all. Because again, it was cute.

But then I realized that- oh.. they took the 'I was lonely' line which- honestly...makes me sad. Because that single completely changed my perspective on what kind of person- monster Ais is.

It's the second thing that made me go 'awwhh...' and at that point I started to have a soft spot for him. (The first one was obviously how soft he is towards princess *sobss*)

The line is so short and simple, you could easily brush it off. But to me it says a lot about him.

I played this game completely blind at first. I didn't know a single thing about it, or Ais. (Mind you I played before RSS drop the lore abt Ais and his gang) So it caught me off guard a bit that this big scary demon guy, also a gang leader, who threatened me with his soulless + with whatever tantacles thing he had going on in the background hours ago is...lonely? Why would he be lonely when he has his own people. No way his gang took a walk that long, right? Why didn't he have his gang at the bar, drinking with him?

These question kept playing in my head. So I did some digging, maybe I could find answers; he dislike isolation, his flower is Red Spider Lily which symbolizes Mourning, goodbyes and lost memories. In his character summery said smth like; "...he was once a seasoned leader, but now he's alone...".

So all of these made sense a bit of why he might be lonely. Then RSS finally dropped the lore oh what happened to his people. It still doesn't answer much but I think we all kind of get the idea now.

Okay now I think I’m already starting to blabber goodness gracious. What my point is that, I much prefer the original line; it kind of gives a hint to the player abt who Ais is (welp not a lot, but yknow). He's not just some big scary dude that smashing ppl's skull, but there's something going on with him that make us think. I think it’s a great detail to include in the demo/prologue. It makes you more curious and question more about the character. Than just simply flirt with you. Which still, idm but nyeh yknow ajdgjsjs

Or maybe this whole thing its just me *shrugs*

But yeah this. This is what I feel. And it's already that time where I'm gonna put my head on a pillow and hopefully I don't cry myslef to sleep thinking about this.

Have a good day everyone <3

[fumifooms]

Chilchuck analysis speedrun: As a hardworking half-foot who grew up poor and discriminated against and had his gullibility taken advantage of multiple times in his early adventuring days, Chilchuck thinks optimism is a dangerous flaw. He’s stressed and strict all the time because his job is noticing details like traps that could get everyone killed before anyone knows it, he takes the lives of everyone to be on his shoulders, and with the way he speaks about it that probably partly reflects how he felt about taking it upon himself to provide for his family too. His life’s always been pretty centered around work and has become even moreso now that his wife left and everyone is independent, and due to past events he’s very iffy with bonding with coworkers. He thinks feelings and job are a disaster mix. Like with his wife or with parties hiring him as sacrifice, being open or having good faith is vulnerability which can get you hurt, so he processes and shows all his stress as anger instead of worry. Doing strict dieting probably isn’t helping the irritability what with hunger, and on top of being a hunger suppressant alcohol might be the main stress reliever he has.

His grey hairs are so earned

[luna-the-cretar]

One thing that I feel is too heavily slept on is that Virgil CANONICALLY says shit like “I have daddy energy” to Jericho. I know he’s a scary gross demon crow man, but also…he’s kinda silly sometimes. He’s a bit of a goofy goober.

Like, I highly doubt he does it often, but I can 100% see him doing it from time to time to confuse the ever-loving fuck out of Jericho (and everyone else whenever he responds verbally).

Virgil: I bet I could yeet that baby off the catherdral

Jericho: Virgil what the fuck are you talking about

Virgil: skibidi rizz Ohio

Jericho: *extremely confused scarecrow noises*

[graylinesspam]

The kid commander.

Ahsoka stands on the bridge of the ship watching the fighters scream past. Watching the plasma bolts bloom into smoking plumes of flame when they puncture a hull.

She relays instructions to the bridge crew. A steadiness in her voice that has no right being there. Men scurry around her. Rushing from one station to another. Carrying out her orders.

She is laying siege to a another vessel. Raining fire upon it. Hemming it in with her fighters. Breaking the hull open little by little. Putting just enough pressure on it so that the crew will surrender.

It's a dangerous game. Applying violence to someone without the intention of killing them. It's a lot like torture. If your subject was a ship instead of a body. Breaking it in the nonvital places so it can still recover enough to tell you what you want to hear.

She waves a hand to the closest CO as she gives her next order. Not bothering to so much as step away from the place she's chosen to stand. The place that gives her an optimal view of the battleground.

Skywalker is out there in his fighter somewhere. Still very much a part of this battle. But not leading it. Doing his favorite thing instead. Flying recklessly through enemy space confusing them into flying poorly and getting themselves killed.

"Sir, we're receiving a transmission from the enemy ship." A member of the comm crew shouts.

"Put them through." She says, stifling a self satisfied smile and tucking her arms behind her back in a regulation at easy stance.

The Separatist commander's face appears on the screen, looking like he might have been tossed around a bit.

"This is Commander Tano of the 501st legion of the Grand Army of the Republic." Ahsoka introduces herself according to protocal.

"Who? Where's Skywalker?" the man on the screen demands.

"The General has seeded command to me. I think you'll find I am more than capable of discussing the terms of your surrender." She sounds unaffected by the insult.

"I-I-I will not be surrendering to some child." He sounds almost too confused to be really angry. But plenty offended.

"Then perhaps we should give you more time to consider it." Before the man has time to protest Ahsoka raises a hand. The transmission cuts out abruptly. The fool's confused face frozen momentarily in shock as the signal breaks.

She doesn't flinch as the battle continues to rage around her. Her own men far outnumber the enemy. Their fighters have been beaten back behind their frigate already. Which is already smoldering all over, virtually without shields and on it's last leg. They have minutes until this battle is over. Whether by surrender or distruction.

Rex knows Ahsoka is hoping for surrender. Whatever her bravado says, she is a jedi at heart. But her also knows that she will blow the enemy ship to rubble, if she must.

Ahsoka cares about bringing her men home. Cares about it more than winning the war. More than enjoying the power trip she's indulging in now. With her shoulders broad and her chin up. Every man in the room following her word.

Not just because they have to. Because they are experiencing this all with her. She is leading them to victory and they know it.

The comms officer makes another announcement as another desk jockey in greys brings her a steaming cup. Ahsoka gestures with one hand and accepts the cup with the other.

"I will discuss the terms of my surrender." The Separatist grits out through his teeth.

"Excellent, we'll begin."

[jamiesfootball]

Word Game Wednesday

Tight

Ted smiled, but the expression felt too tight, like pulling a sweater out for winter only to realize it didn’t fit anymore.

“I’m going to level with you, Greg. Reason I’m here is because an old friend of mine used to make it a habit to swing by for his own meetings. Never spoke much about them, and I didn’t want to pry, but I could tell they really helped. So when I heard the news about my–“

Ted fumbled. For all that the English language was full to the brim with eccentricities and curveballs, he didn’t think that any one of them had been made that could precisely capture the Mancunian-shaped space in his life.

“Jamie,” Greg finished for him.

Shoot, maybe it was that simple.

“Yeah,” Ted said wistfully. “My Jamie. When I heard about– anyways, after that I started looking around. Found out you folks had added a night for friends and family, so I thought I’d make like that fella on The Bear and see what’s what. Maybe grab a pamphlet. I don’t know how I got my nights mixed up, but I walked in expecting an AA meeting. I wasn’t expecting this.“

He gestured at the sandwich board, although did it still bear that name if it wasn't loitering outside a sandwich shop?

The board didn’t have an answer for that. What it did have to say, in white block letters, was:

Survivors of Domestic Violence every other Tuesday 7pm - 9pm

[horsechestnut]

Baffled by the lack of Dark Knights of Steel fan fic about the Robins. Like, the story is sitting there for the taking!

Dick and Jason's stories can be adapted without really having to change anything. Duke and Steph are a little harder, but a few nudges here and there and you've got your story. Cass isn't in Tales of the Three Kingdoms so we can assume she comes later, but again you just need a few touches to adjust.

But Tim and Damian? How in the world did they get wrapped up with the Robins? Is Damian still Bruce's son in this universe? Does he have latent Kryptonian powers? Is he illegitimate or did Talia and Bruce get married? Was he raised by his grandfather to believe he is the rightful heir to the kingdom, only to run away when it got to be to much?

And how does Tim fit in? Are his parents nobles in this universe, and if so are they dead or did he run away? Does he sneak out at night to help the Robins but slip back into a mansion before morning?

And there are so many little details too! Jason has his white streak, where did it come from? How long have Tim and Cass been stationed in the other kingdoms? Where is Damian at the start of Dark Knights of Steel? What about Barbara, how does she fit into all of this? Are the other Robins a little annoyed that Bruce showed up with Cass and said 'she's one of you now' despite them all being a tight nit group, or did they accept her? What are Kal and Zala's relationships with the Robins like?

[scottishaccentsareawesome]

Buck and Eddie have trouble getting engaged because Buck is going to Chimney for advice, and Eddie is going to Hen for advice. And Hen and Chimney (without consulting each other) tell them not to worry because Hen is 100% sure Buck is going to propose to Eddie, and Chimney is 100% sure Eddie is going to propose to Buck.

So it’s just this awkward standoff every day, where Eddie is waiting...and Buck is waiting...

And Hen and Chimney are in this endless cycle of “What do you know?”-”I don’t know anything! What do you know?”-”I don’t know anything either!”

And it finally gets so stressful that Ravi, being the World’s Best Middle Man, finally goes to Bobby about what he’s been observing (because as the Youngest Child, Ravi observes a lot).

And Bobby just says “I’ll take care of it.”

And he makes a call to Athena...who makes a call to Maddie...who makes a call to Karen.

(suffice to say, both Hen and Chimney gets smacks on the head by their significant others, and Athena invites Buck and Eddie over for dinner).

When Buck and Eddie arrive at the Grant-Nash household (with Christopher), they notice that the inside of house, and the patio, has been adorned with fairy lights, candles,  and flowers.

Athena, dressed much fancier than to be expected for a small dinner, approaches the three of them as they reach the bottom of the stairs and come into the living room.

“Eddie Diaz,” she begins, looking Eddie in the eye “ - do you want to get married?”

Eddie is SO confused. So is Buck.

“Uh, I mean...” he looks over at Buck “...yeah, yeah, I do.”

“You do?”!” Buck exclaims.

“Well, yeah - “

“Well, then why - ?”

“ - Evan Buckley,” Athena interrupts, now looking at Buck. “D you want to get married?”

Buck glances over at Eddie. “Yes,” he says, ”yes, I do.”

“Well, good, cuz we didn’t all get dressed up for nothin,” says Athena. “Out on the patio, all of you.”

Athena ushers all three of them (Buck and Eddie are still confused, but Chris is beaming) out onto the decked-out patio, where most of their loved ones are gathered.

Bobby, dressed to the nines in his formal Captain’s uniform, beckons them to come over to where he’s standing, at the head of the group.

“So, are we doin’ this?” he asks with a smile, as they walk over to stand in front of him.

“They both said they want to get married. and I would assume that meant to each other,” Athena told him.

“ - It does!” Buck, Eddie, and everyone else shouts.

Bobby laughs.

“OK then - dearly beloved, we are gathered here today...”

[chimkin-samich]

Nebula act 3 is gonna have 13 parts.

I know cuz I just completed it and put it into the right folders... A total of 34 more panels before the end. Which is not much if we take in consideration the length of the entire thing

🙃

Sometimes I sit and wonder why I did this to myself...

[startledstoat]

Like every week I get a new hc that runs through my mind on loop for that week and this week it's Reg and Pandora being first introduced as partners for an arranged marriage and from there it goes one of two ways

Either it's when they're teens when they meet and like as soon as they first make eye contact they clock each other like "that is so not a heterosexual lmfao"

Or where they're like older and actually close to the wedding and one of them finally cracks under the stress and comes out to the other, like half afraid they'll react badly but then they get the opposite (example: pandora coming out as ace and saying that she knows their families expect them to have heirs but that she doesn't want to have sex with him, and Regulus' shoulders just sag with actual relief and he's like "oh thank fucking God cause dont get me wrong you're like great and all but I didn't know how to tell you that I'm gayer than the fruit section at the grocery store")

OR

Option three being them engaged since before they could walk and they grow up together and then like when they get to the age where they're parents are seriously talking about the marriage they make a pact that they'll go through with getting married and just continue on as platonic best friends that are ending their bloodlines.

No omg I don't even ship pandalily but imagine at a fancy dinner party or something Dora like scandalizes all the old posh people by being like "this is my husband, Regulus. Over there is my girlfriend, Lily, and next to her is her ex-husband, James. James and Regulus are boyfriends.

[sisterdivinium]

"We can't kill this woman, she's astounding" -- I couldn't agree more with what was said of Sylvia by Mr Hayter himself after the revelation that they were going to kill Superion off. Wow.

Then again, this ties in with one of the many things I eventually want to talk about concerning what the show did or didn't do with its older cast and it's very interesting to see that... The older characters really were in peril and escaped death thanks to decisions made in the writers' room later on, mostly because they liked the actors so much. Narratively speaking, within the genre, it was very likely we'd see them go and these comments by one of the writers confirm it.

Good thing the show really didn't care about sticking to the conventional!