#What are the tags for this show bru

[dawnleaf37]

look:

potato battery: barnacle or mechanically enhanced caramel lizard or maybe a centipede but only maybe

spellbook: worlds friendliest aquapede

billboard: worlds scaredest red centipede

stickman: white scavenger

rock: I want to make him a loach but he’s probably a drill crab

miniature portrait: dude idfk???? Elite scav????

birthday cake: caramel lizard again

bean: already established

[omgfangirlland]

The Shadows That Nurture 19

It's the 27th not the 28th but close enough :)))

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While Nolan needed about a week to get better, Mark was fine, he was just whiny to be babied. Not like you argued. You both babied each other while the man was healing, needing it. Now, while Mark visited him every day, you only did it twice, unable to look at him for long without your blood pressure increasing and unable to stand how softly he held your baby brother, cuddling him into his side, how gently he spoke to Andressa. It was a side he never gave much to you or Mark and Debbie.

Those sentiments were of no use to you. So, you buried them and the little flashes of memories that reminded you of Bruce always being soft with the others but only giving you this cold, distant look, if even that, and began distracting yourself by using your architecture classes and starting to rebuild with the other Thraxans.

It kept the thoughts of how easy it was for men to up and have whole other families, families they took greater care of away, it kept the insecurities of you truly not being enough for anyone away- you knew those weren’t true- you did! Mark and Debbie truly loved you. Eve and Amber were great friends who didn’t shy away from showing physical affection. They loved you and you loved them all so much… But the doubt somehow was stronger.

What if they were faking? You always heard Dick and Tim complain that the kids at their school were snakes who were after Bruce’s money. But they didn’t know you still had access to his money. It couldn’t be your powers. What could they give if it couldn’t even sway Nolan enough to not attack Mark? Were you just someone not worth loving?

Thoughts over thoughts filtered through your brain. Sentiments and thoughts and memories- all bottled up, put away, hidden in favor of working. It helped keep you preoccupied, helped keep your mind off Bru- Nolan, it did. Until you couldn’t help but subconsciously add him and Andressa to one of the many murals the Thraxans insisted on.

“I think it’s crooked.” Mark said from behind you, your head snapped from him back to the mosaic mural, arms crossing over your chest as you tilted your head to the right. “Huh. It is a little crooked.” You grab a spatula and shrug. “Well, time to redo it all-” At your words, Mark immediately panicked, words spewing out of his mouth to tell you that it’s fine, a little human error, only stopping when you started laughing.

“Chill.” You hum as you use the spatula to straighten the few pieces that were askew. “I was joking. They have this slow-drying solution that only hardens immediately when water is sprayed. Nifty thing.” You turn to look at Mark, dead in his eyes. “I think it’s their vomit, to be honest.”

“Eww-“ Mark cringed, whining at the thought. “Thanks for the image.” He mutters, half-heartily glaring at you as you snicker. “Shut up.” He gently slapped your arm. “Shut up? You shut up, free baller.” You slap his arm back. “Hey- I have boxer under-“ He pouted as you mocked him, repeating his words in a goofy voice and exaggerating his movements. “Alright, you’re asking for it.”

“Alright, you’re- Hey!” Your teasing was stopped as you dodged some of the goop you had used for your mosaic pieces. Before you could say anything more, he blew a raspberry at you and flew away, yelling that you couldn’t catch him. You just huffed, smirking as you opened a portal.

Appearing in front of the laughing Mark made him let a scream as he almost crashed into you. You just moved slightly out of the way before tapping his foot. “Tag, you’re it!” Mark groaned as you flew away, the sonic boom messing his hair. “That’s not fair! You used magic!” he yells before going after you, laughing at the schemes you pulled to avoid his touch.

Nolan and Andressa just watch the two have their fun, the chubby baby on her hip cooing with gleeful wonder at the laughing young adults flying through the air. “You need to talk to her.” Andressa told him, eyes meeting his. “It doesn’t matter what you want, Nolan.” She interrupted him. “She’s hurt, Mark too. But she always gets this sad, scared look when she sees you interact with us compared to him.”

“I don’t know what you did or didn’t do. I don’t know what she went through. You’re quite secretive.” She only smiled at the guilty look he gave her. “As a whole species, we forget, forgive, and move on because of our short lives- we blink as babies and open our eyes as elders. You have eternity in comparison. Do you want her to stew with whatever she’s feeling for that long?”

“No.” Nolan sighs. “It’s just- I haven’t made the right choices-“ Andressa puts a gentle hand on his arm. “Then tell her. Not me. I wasn’t the one you wronged.” And yet, the man couldn’t help but feel like he did. Her, Debbie, his kids- the ones that actually made him feel alive, like he wasn’t just another soldier who could be replaced. He just nods. She was right, after all.

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“And this is why I strongly believe you should let me go on this school trip without supervision.”  Damian finished his presentation by pressing a button on the remote to present the final slide of his PowerPoint presentation. Jon was standing near him, holding the last physical card that simply stated that Lois would also be there while smiling brightly. “Chum-“ Bruce sighs, rubbing at his tired eyes. “I don’t think-“

“Father. For years, you have made me try to fit in with the other kids, with a range of people that I initially deemed beneath me. I’m sixteen now, almost seventeen. It’s normal for others my age to crave independence. Granted, I won’t be entirely alone, not only will there be the teachers, but the Kents have also taken on the job of supervisors. Do you not trust them, or do you not trust me?”

Damian knew it was a low blow, but he was strategic in everything right down to when he asked Bruce. The man had a headache, was too tired, and pulled in all directions, from the Viltrumite problem to the Sorceress killing Joker to the rogues still not letting up. Batman was too tired to notice anything askew, couldn’t even think of the possibility.

Bruce sighed deeply, shoulders slouching as he gave a defeated nod. He did trust him. He also trusted the Kents, and he had always insisted for Damian to take in any moments of normality he could. “Alright, give me a pen.” Damian smiled at the triumph, doing as he was told. He also handed over the papers, deliberately ignoring how Jon’s smile wobbled and how his worried eyes seemed to scream at him.

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Nolan had been practicing for a few hours on what to say, only when Mark caught him red-handed in the middle of his speech. He wanted to talk to both of them, but talking first to Mark was better. His boy had mellowed out- somewhat. He was still angry, still hurt, but he knew you’d be the one who was having the real war. And while Mark left him to deal with his daughter on his own, he pitied him enough to give him some advice.

“She’s hurt, she’ll ask questions, she’ll say hurtful things because she is hurt by the thing I said. Be quick, be honest, and don’t dance around, she’ll take that as dishonesty, as a lie.” Nolan muttered to himself as he flew about, trying to find you. “Be careful of what you say or be ready to get punched-“ His breath caught in his throat as he finally noticed your figure high in the sky. He forgot everything he had rehearsed.

Your eyes scan around. You weren’t sure if you were trying to memorize the landscape or if you were just paranoid and looking out in case the Viltrumites were trying to test your patience. You were looking for a fight, to be honest- anything to not pay attention to the emotions boiling under your skin.

The voice of Nolan softly whispering your name made your body tense, spine straightening. This wasn’t the kind of fight you wanted. You slowly turned around to face the man, remaining quiet as the man stuttered through whatever he was trying to say. Your eye twitched. “Jesus- just spit it out.”

Nolan takes in a breath as he senses your temper rising. “We need to talk.” At his simple statement, you just huff. “What’s there to talk about? You found yourself new pets to keep you entertained. Good job.” The older man just sighs, slowly floating closer under your suspicious eye. “What I said while fighting Mark-“ you quickly corrected him and he didn’t miss a beat in repeating your words. “-while beating up your brother- was out of fear, out of doubt and fear.“

“You called mom a pet!” you yelled at him, unable to hold it in anymore. “You did that- nobody made you! What were you afraid of anyway?! The Viltrumites? You weren’t alone, Nolan. The Guardians were your friends, all you had to do was come clean- they would have helped, hell, The Justice Leagues would have helped-“

As you grew angrier, Nolan tried to remain calm. “The League ignored every tip I sent in.”  The scoff that you gave was quick. “Yeah? And I’m supposed to believe you?” Your hands were shaking, you wanted to believe him- you did- but you just couldn’t. “It’s the truth.” He kept his voice soft and even, trying his hardest not to trigger a fight. “I kept trying to contact them for weeks, I sent in anonymous tips, tried to talk to them in person, I tried everything- killing the guardians was a desperate act-“ He raised a hand when you tried to interrupt. “Let me finish. Killing them and turning you and Mark to the Viltrumites' side was the only thing I could think of that would have kept you two and Debbie safe-“

“You still could have told Cecil- You still had us!” Your yelling makes Nolan flinch- a small movement you didn’t quite notice. “You didn’t think Mark and I loved you enough to give you the chance to do better? You are our dad, we would have fought for you! What? Did you think we are like you? Fucking cowards who run away when they doesn’t get what they want?”

“Well, news flash, Nolan- not everyone does what you do- some of us like to fight for the people we love- oh, but you didn’t love us- you thought of us as pets!” Your words, hissed and loud, cut deeper than anything ever could. “I did love you, I still love you-“ Your fist meeting his jaw cut his sentence short. “Shut up, you lying bastard!” You hissed before lunging at him again.

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Mark and Andressa watched with different levels of worry. “This is fine.” He mumbled, nibbling on his nails. “She is beating him up.” Andressa looked at the young man. “She’s pulling her punches. The first time around, she almost crushed his skull.” Andressa’s eyes just widened as she turned back to watch her lover get his ass handed to him. “And she’s not using her elemental powers, so that’s good-“ Andressa's jaw dropped at the information.

“As long as nothing starts glowing neon green, they’re fine.” Mark shrugs, barely believing himself. “I’ll… go check on your brother.” Andressa sighs, slowly turning away as Marks starts floating off the ground. “Mhm, I’ll go closer- just in case.”

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“-and to think you want me to believe anything that comes out of your mouth!” You growl, punching and kicking, only getting madder when Nolan just takes it. “I know, I’m sorry. I love you.” Nolan kept repeating himself after every insult, every jab, every truth you threw at him. “Stop saying that!” Your voice cracked as tears finally fell down your face, and you lunged at him once more, this time crashing him into a deserted place quite a distance from the city.

“You don’t love us! You left us all alone!” Your already weak punches grew weaker, barely making him grunt in pain, tears blurring your vision. “You don’t love me- you left me just like-“ You couldn’t finish, not your sentence or the punch you threw. Your body was shaking with sobs as you simply crumbled, covering your face with your hands to hide your crying face.

“You changed for them- why didn’t you for us?” You whimper through your sobs. “Were we not enough? Was I not good enough? I could have been- I could have changed-“ Nolan quickly wrapped his arms around you, muffling your sobs and words by burying your face in his chest.

His hold was tight, suffocating, but even as you weakly struggled to get out, he wouldn’t let go. “You are perfect. You, your brother, your mother- you are all amazing and did nothing wrong. I was the one in the wrong.” He whispers as one hand keeps you close while the other tries to soothe you. It only made you cry harder.

“I wasn’t afraid of the Viltrumites. I was afraid of you three rejecting me once you found out the truth.” Nolan’s eyes met Mark’s once he quietly landed just a few steps away. “I should have trusted that all of you love me just as much as I love you.” You grunted when Mark almost fell on top of you, one of Nolan’s arms wrapping around his eldest as he squeezed him to his chest just as tight. Nolan could wash the snot off later, this was more important. “My kids… My babies.” He hummed as he kissed both of your heads.

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“I’m sorry for beating you up… again.” You mumble as you snuggle closer to the sleepy baby who woke up because he was hungry. Nolan only laughed, ruffling your hair as he pressed a cold pack to his jaw. “I deserved it. Besides, it’s nice knowing some of my training stuck.” You give a half-hearted hum of acknowledgment while letting your head fall against his shoulder when he takes a seat next to you on the grand couch. After all that crying, you were just numb and tired… Your anger will still be present, you were sure, but now you just wanted a nap.

Mark pouted as you moved closer to Nolan, choosing to lay his head on your shoulder instead of letting go. “How come you get the cool armor, and I get the toga?” Mark whined, poking at his baby brother’s chubby cheek, making the little guy babble. “I’m more badass, you fool.” You stick your tongue at him, Mark gasping dramatically and placing his hand over his heart. “How dare… You wound me.”

Your eyes move to Andressa as she’s ready to feed her baby, your eyes squinting at her, making her slightly nervous. “Your antennas make a heart shape when you’re around dad- that’s cute. I’m sorry if that’s rude to point out.” The poor lady immediately relaxed at your words, relief washing over her knowing you weren’t angry with her as well. “Oh! That’s okay- Thank you. I didn’t notice.” Her antennas move around before settling back into the slight heart shape.

Mark gasped softly as he saw how the baby was fed, your eyebrows raising as you watched her feed him like a bird feeds its baby. Well… Like ants feed each other. You hoped that would not continue as he ages.

Your eyes drifted back to Nolan. It still hurt… But maybe you could forgive him… Maybe. “Is it really true? The Justice League ignored you when you tried to warn them?” Mark frowned at the questions with confusion all over his face, looking at Nolan as the older man got more comfortable on the couch. It’ll be a long night.

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Batman shivered as he knocked out another goon, his whole body shaking for a second while Robin frowned at the man. “What was that?” Bruce stays still for a few more seconds before looking at his youngest. “I don’t know… It just felt like something bad is happening.” Robin just gave him a look, waiting for him to elaborate. The boy scoffs as the man just moves on. Batman grimaced. It felt like he was being warned that he was losing something. Or someone. His eyes moved around as the jumble of whispers tried to get his attention. He moved on, grappling to a nearby rooftop.

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[ambcass]

can you do cobra kai characters with a cheerleader gf reader??

should be studying but...

a/n: im deadass ab to passout bru but wtvr i havent posted ina while ig... inbox is open btw :3 also this is not proof read D:

SPECIAL TAGS TO: @yippeeyoppee AND @humilityshown

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Miguel! tried to make it obvious that he liked Reader but she mistook his feelings for friendship. Poor baby got friend-zoned so many times because of how obvious Reader was:( One time, Miguel bought Reader followers (specifically roses) before their school's rally and Reader told him what of a supportive friend he was. But he didn't give up. He tried his hardest to let Reader know that he liked her, regardless if she felt the same way back, he would have gotten the message sent out. Reader did her fair share of kindness though. When she can, she'd go to the dojo Miguel is in and cheer him on like it was just practice.

Reader was so relieved when Miguel expressed his feelings towards her. She always thought that he was just being nice and that his actions shouldn't get into her head. Miguel brought her a basket he made with all the things she liked (candy, stuffed animals, drinks, etc.) and a lego flower bouquet.

Miguel! always goes to Reader's rallies to cheer her on. After the rallies, he would praise her on how good she did and how she should consider doing karate with him. He's scared that she'll get hurt but he knows that she can do it.

Eli! first laid eyes on Reader when the cheer squad was practicing after school. He saw a cute girl land a cartwheel with a smile and knew he was in love. He was just "Eli" when he met Reader but as soon as he turned into "Hawk" he automatically turned into a cocky bastard. He grew closer with her and always tried impressing Reader with his Karate moves but she wasn't always impressed. Many girls had a thing for Eli and tried making a move with him but it never worked. He would always find a way to sneak you back into his conversations.

Eli! confessed to you when the two of them were at a party and he was so drunk he just started talking random shit. Reader couldn't care less about what he was saying until her name was brought up. She took out her phone and started recording whatever he was about to say.

"Reader is the girl I have a crush on. Don't tell her though...I'm just so jealous of those ass jocks that she has to cheer for. She's so pretty, smart, and independent. Gosh, I wish she was mine."

Eli! had a smug look on his face but reeked of alcohol. Reader smiled and flicked Eli's forehead, telling him to go to sleep. He replied with "Yes, ma'am" and did as told. She kissed him on the forehead and slept beside him. When the both of them woke up, Reader showed Eli the recording and asked him if there was anything he would like to tell her. He was so shy but he was able to admit his feelings for her. The two then shared a passionate kiss and cuddled for a long time before someone told them to get off the couch. Hey, they were still at a party after all.

Eli! always asks Reader to accompany him to parties. Not only does that keep the unwanted girls away from Eli, but he feels he's safe when he's keeping Reader safe. Plus he wants to have fun with his girl, maybe have a drink or two. The only thing he absolutely hates is when older guys, guys that aren't even in high school anymore, try to hit on Reader like she doesn't have a boyfriend that is ready to kick ass with her. Otherwise, Eli wouldn't ask any girl in the world to party with him but his one and only girlfriend.

Robby! didn't think he would have a chance with her. Due to his financial and overall living conditions, he didn't think it was possible. Reader was just too popular for him. Any interactions with her would result in Robby trying to hide his feelings but he fails every time with the pink shade that appears on his cheeks and that soft smile he always gives Reader when he talks to her is all it'll take to make Reader realize that he wants to be more than friends with her.

Robby! asked Reader to be his girlfriend in the most romantic way possible. He got tips from Daniel and TRUST me when I say that they worked. Which really surprised Reader since how closed off Robby usually was Robby and Reader were hanging out during the Fourth of July at a park waiting for the fireworks show to start. He brought chips, sodas, and a handwritten note. A few seconds before the show started, he handed the note to her and asked her to open it. The note read, "Roses are red. Violets are blue. The sky is beautiful but not as beautiful as you". As she read the note, the fireworks started to bang. She looked at Robby with so much awe as he asked, "Reader, may I please be your boyfriend?" She cupped his face and Robby leaned in for a kiss. A kiss under the fireworks.

Reader doesn't mind at all that Robby doesn't take her to big fancy dates. In fact, she prefers small dates instead of big ones such as crafting, picnics, or even hanging in his house. Well, his mom's house. The second you two hang out in Johnny's small ass apartment, then Johnny would burst into the room while handing Robby a condom and asking him to stay safe. Reader can't stop laughing every time this happens. Robby is just annoyed that his dad thinks he would do sexual activities in his house.

"Better safe than sorry" Johnny threw a condom packet at Robby and closed the door shut. Robby's face turned red and threw the condom in the trash. Reader was just there cackling non-stop while Robby seemed like he didn't want to talk to his dad ever again.

Demetri! like Robby didn't think that Reader would ever like him back at all. His little phase with Yasmine faded quickly when he found out what a bitch Yasmine was to literally everyone (pls pretend that this is canon). He was just a nerdy lanky freak who hung out with the "boy with the lip" who later left him just to be cool. Reader was there for Demetri when Eli left him. She wanted him to be beside her at all times. Reader invited Demetri to watch her practice. When he does come, he would sit on the bleachers reading comics or doing homework. Anytime he sees a couple in the comic book he's reading, he would imagine that it's you two together, fighting crime. (or wtvr they're doing)

Demetri! is a shy baby and was practically clueless about how to ask Reader out. He thought of everything but he was either doing too little or too much. He didn't want her to think he was a loser geek that everyone made fun of. He wanted to be more than that. More than what everyone pictures him to be. His confession was simple. He slid a note into your locker stating that you should meet him after school, in the fields for something.

Once reader got there, she was in her cheer uniform and holding her silly pom poms. Demetri looked down at her with a deep blush and it was easy to make out that he was sweating. Demetri couldn't get his words out but before he was able to make words out, Reader cut him off,

"Would you like to go out sometime?" She asked him. A shocked expression appeared on his face. "Uhm sure, ya'know I was gonna ask you that". He was smiling hard, like really hard. Reader chuckled and held out her hand. "Well Demetri, care to accompany me in practice," she said in an old-fashioned tone. He held her hand in response, "Why yes Reader, I would love to" he raised his brow and the two laughed it off walking back to the gym.

People didn't get why Reader would date someone like Demteri but she didn't care. Any time he came back from Comic-Con and bought something back for her, she'd wear it to school. Her friends would look at her funny and ask "Why would you wear nerdy shit like that? You look like a geek" but Reader wouldn't care and that's what Demetri loved about her the most. Just because she was popular, it didn't mean that she couldn't be herself around her friends. Demetri loved teaching Reader nerdy things about him, such as the difference between DC and Marvel, which animes were "peak", and board games to play. Sometimes Reader would try to teach him how to do stunts but that obviously results him into ripping his pants.

[rorysforest]

lowkey watching alot of people go off abt "you're all a bunch of children and it SHOWS.. grow the fuck up" is annoying as hell knowing that these same people who urge others to "let the comic die" continue to post about said comic and continue to monitor the tag to deliver justice or whatever. this is not your job!!! you are contributing to the tag by flooding it with complaints about how people are acting. we get it, vent blogs are bad, attempting to continue the comic is bad. we gotcha, okie dokie artachokie. once you make your stance, just leave! be quiet! saying it a million times isn't gonna make those who don't listen suddenly open their ears. i legit haven't said ANYTHING at all for this purpose. because what more is there to say 😭. you cannot control people's actions and it fucking sucks, i get it, but continuing to indulge in this community, even to "tell people off," is still indulging in this community, is still contributing to this community, and is prolonging the fact that this community is still thriving. if you want it to die, then get off. block the tag, block the keywords, and get off. eventually it will, and you high horsing around telling people what to do as if it does anything at all isn't helping as much as you probably think it is, trust me. you can't have a foot on both sides of the fence my guys. anyways im out this tag sucks bru 🥀

[ladyantiheroine]

Behind Every Great Man

Summary: Homelander has been bad. Now Madelyn needs to deal with him. Read on AO3.

Pairing: Homelander x Madelyn Stillwell

Warnings: Explicit sexual content.

Word Count: 3.3k words

Tags: Femdom, pegging, finger sucking. older woman/younger man. office sex. dom/sub undertones, boss/employee relationship, bottom!Homelander, mommy kink, sub!Homelander, punishment, spanking, rewrite.

Author's Note: This scene in the show cut off before the smut happened, so I'm here to fix that.

He could hear and see her through the walls. Over the years that Homelander worked for her, Madelyn developed a unique power of her own. The ability to sense when her top Supe was watching and listening. He thought he was being discreet. Sneaky.

Not after tonight. 

She clicked away from the news feed of Starlight’s Believe Expo disaster and pulled up the security monitor on her laptop. You would think a man with super senses would notice a small security camera just outside the door. But either Homelander was not as bright as he seemed, or didn’t seem to care.

He was standing in front of his headshot on the wall. Anyone who walked by would just assume he was vain if they didn’t know her office was on the other side of that picture frame. He pressed a hand to the wall, the other on his petulant hip.

He knew he was in trouble. She could tell from the nervous, impatient look on his face. Like a kid who’d been called to the principal’s office. Madelyn lifted her eyes to the opposite wall, the one that divided her and him

“I see you,” she said.

Without looking at the screen, Madelyn could sense him shift a little behind the wall. The man had super hearing, he knew she was speaking to him. It was a thrilling thought, having the most powerful man in the world whimpering at her door.

“I know you’re watching me,” she said. “You’ve been out there quite a lot lately. Always watching.”

She listened for a response, but there was none. In the security camera, Homelander stood frozen in the hallway.

“So, why don’t you just come on inside?” she said.

There was a grin on her face, a tease in her voice. Not many people could say they left a Supe speechless. The pleasure of it was almost enough to distract her from the anger burning in her stomach over Homelander’s speech.

He stood in the hallway, staring at the door, hands itching but completely still.

“You afraid of me?” she asked.

Homelander scoffed, and yes, it was ridiculous someone like him would be afraid of her. But his smirked wilted. He approached the door, turned the handle, then let it fall open with a wooden creak.

Madelyn’s gaze wasn’t as cold as he expected it to be. It was…gentle, if not exactly warm. Like a schoolteacher who needed to speak to yet another misbehaving child.

“Come in,” she said.

No venom in her voice, no ice in her tone. Just a simple command. Homelander did as he was told, stepping into the office with his eyes to the floor. The door shut behind him and Homelander tried to recall if Madelyn’s office had an automatic lock.

He stood in front of her desk with his hands behind his back. He knew what he had done, can’t say he was even ashamed of it. But he knew even when he was on that stage monologuing to that sunlit crowd that Madleyn would be upset with him. And now, he had to face the headmistress.

Madleyn stood up from her desk, slammed her laptop shut and removed her glasses.

“Have I not been paying enough attention to you?” she asked. Her tone was unexpectedly tender. “Are you lonely? Must be hard…feeling so alone.” 

Then, her dark eyes seem to temper. She gave him a look that was almost…pitiful. In the softest voice, she said, “I’m sorry.”

Then, her tone sharpened. Harsh like nails on his back. Even as she offered him a smile, there was a menace under her words.

“But,” she said. “You can not do a speech like that. You can not be bad.”

Madelyn stepped out from behind her desk, and for a moment Homelander thought she was going to walk right up to him. Instead, she brushed past him and made her way towards the couch. She took a seat and looked at him expectantly. 

Then, she reached for the top button of her white blouse. She plucked one, two, down to her stomach. In the cotton slit, her breasts were tucked into a nude bra. She gave him an innocuous look.

“Come here,” she said. Like she was calling a kitten.

Her tone was sweet and gentle, beckoning, but there was a cool command right underneath it. Homelander swallowed, then did as she asked. He approached her next to the couch, and she took his hand to sit him down beside her.

She took his shoulder and pulled him closer, lowering his head down into her lap. Homelander’s heart hitched when his cheek pressed to her warm thigh and he tried to suppress the moan crawling up his throat. Her fingers brushed his hair and he swore he could start purring.

“You have to be good,” Madelyn cooed. “And you have to listen to me…and then we can both get what we want.”

She gently pressed a hand to the side of his face, and moved his head so he was looking up at her. She adjusted the folds of her blouse so his lips could brush against her breast. Homelander instinctively pushed his mouth to her bra, the way a baby instinctively knew when to feed.

Madelyn moved her fingers to his lower lip. His lips were already open, leaving just enough for her to slide two fingertips inside. Homelander let out a stifled moan. He finally gave in. He nuzzled his head closer to her chest and took her fingers deeper inside him.

“Feels good?” she whispered.

Homelander placed a gloved hand on her wrist, to keep her inside him. His tongue caressed and tasted her fingers.

“You’re my good boy,” she purred.

At that moment, Homelander’s body and mind melted like honey. He moaned into Madelyn’s hand. He could have stayed like this forever, helpless and suckling at her breasts like an infant. The world outside of the office felt blurry, distant, barely white noise. It was just him and the taste of Madelyn in his mouth.

But before his lips could move closer to her bra, Madelyn pulled her fingers out. Homelander’s eyes snapped open and he saw her wipe her fingers with a tissue she plucked from her pocket.

“Wha…” he said. His lips were wet and his mind was still a little too fuzzy to speak.

“You’re my good boy, John,” she said. The sound of his name made his heart jolt. She grabbed his face in one hand. “But you still misbehaved. And so I need to discipline you, and make sure you don’t do it again.”

Dread filled Homelander’s stomach, even as his blood rushed hot. Madelyn shifted off the couch and Homelander sat up to watch her approach her desk. She opened a drawer in her desk with a harsh, metallic rrrrrum . Homelander’s eyes widened and he swallowed hard when he saw Madleyn pull something out by his wooden handle.

“I was in a sorority, you know,” Madelyn said. “The difference between my house and others was that we didn’t use these on our sisters. We used them on the Alpha Sigma boys just down the road.” 

She tested the paddle against her hand. The wood was cut with a nice shine, few dents or scraps that would come with common usage.

Like she saved it for you, Homelander thought.

“If one of the boys messed with one of our sisters…if he broke her heart, or stole from us, or tried any funny pranks…well, we invited him over, and took turns disciplining him.”

The paddle made a sharp thump sound on Madelyn’s palm. Homelander’s face flushed listening to her speak, imaging her bending some college boy over a table and beating him red. It choked him with both jealousy and want.

Madelyn’s eyes flicked down between his legs.

“Those red trousers don’t leave much to the imagination, do they?”

Homelander looked down between his thighs. Indeed, the bulge in his red overshorts stood erect and he burned with embarrassment.

Madelyn cocked her head.

“Get up,” she said.

Homelander bit his lip and stood up from the couch. He stepped closer before Madelyn, his hands itching to cover his erection. Madelyn moved closer to him, close enough he could smell her perfume and feel her breath. She pinched his cape between her fingers and traced them down to the trim.

“Take it off,” she said.

Homelander gulped and reached for the neck of his cape. He missed laying his head in her lap, her fingers in his mouth, cooing over him. Maybe, if he did what she said, she’d pull him back to the couch again.

His patriotic cape fell to the floor in a graceful puddle. Then, Madelyn suddenly reached down his waist and grabbed his belt. Homelander grunted as she pulled him closer by the belt and began to unclasp it.

“I hate to do this to you,” she said, and Homelander didn’t need mind-reading powers to know she was lying. “But I need you to remember what happens when you don’t follow instructions.

His belt fell to the floor with a metallic clang. Madelyn stood up and grabbed the paddle off her desk.

“Take your pants off,” she said.

Homelander stood frozen for a moment.

To anyone looking from the outside, this whole scene seemed like a farce. Homelander could easily leave if he wanted to. No locked door could keep him inside. He could leave Madelyn a pile of flesh and bones on the floor in seconds. But it wasn’t a matter of physical coercion. Homelander had hurt the woman he loved. He disappointed her, made himself less before her. And so he needed to redeem himself to her.

Slowly, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his pants and pulled them down.

“Underwear, too,” Madelyn said.

She watched him peel his blue suit down to his knees, and then, his tighty-whities. Homelander’s cock was upright and red, and his ass was tightly clenched. He was going to have to loosen up if he wanted to get out of this with less pain than necessary. 

Madelyn stepped up to Homelander and pressed a hand to his cheek. Instinctively, he squished his cheek into her palm. She brushed her thumb just under his eyes and she swore she heard a little purr deep in his throat. Her face was close to his, her eyes so soft and her smile so sweet, and Homelander thought for a moment she might kiss him.

Then, her hand smoothed to the back of his head and grabbed a fistful of his hair. Homelander didn’t feel pain that easily, but he winced at the sudden sensation of her nails in his scalp. Madelyn moved Homelander to face the side of her desk. And then, pressing a hand between his shoulders, snapped him in half over the top of it.

Homelander yelped as his face hit the chilled wood of her desk. Madleyn curled her hand around the tight handle of the paddle and readied it.

“I’m giving you ten,” she said. “I want you to count.”

Homelander gulped and squeezed his eyes shut. He nodded, then Madelyn lifted the paddle and sent it slamming against the Supe’s bare behind.

Again, pain didn’t come easy to Homelander. But under Madelyn’s hand, he opened his body to every sensation it would allow. The impact lit up his tender flesh and spread through his body like a lightning strike. He pressed his face into the desk and moaned.

“I said count,” Madelyn said, her voice like ice water.

“One,” he moaned.

Madelyn nodded. She wouldn’t show it, but her heart was knocking at her ribs. Few people in this world could say they had the world’s most powerful man bent over her desk. After years of endearing jokes from male colleagues about fucking their secretaries in their office chairs, it felt nice to be the boss bending over someone else.

And besides, despite his strength, Homelander was always his most beautiful when he was weak and malleable.

Madelyn lifted the paddle and sent more strikes down. Every time, Homelander whimpered and moaned against the impact. And every time, he counted just as she told him two.

“Two...” Smack . “Three…” Smack . “Four…” Smack .

By the time they reached five, Homelander was red as a cherry. His hands were gripping the side of her desk, and Madelyn wondered if he would snap it. And then she wondered, could she make him snap it?

She sent the last five down in rapid, merciless succession. Six, seven,eight, nine. Homelander barely had time to whimper out each number before his red, tender ass got another whack from the paddle. He was trembling and sweating and his cock was dribbling precome on the carpet.

“Look at you,” Madelyn said sweetly, brushing a hand down Homelander’s back. “Making a mess, are you?”

He didn’t respond, just pressed his blushing face into her desk. Madelyn lifted the paddle high above her head before giving him one last final blow. This time, Homelander croaked in what sounded like real, genuine pain. The kind a man like him was not accustomed to. Homelander remained bent over the desk in a moaning puddle while Madelyn returned the paddle to the drawer. 

But she wasn’t done with him yet. She shut the drawer and lifted Homelander’s face up by his chin.

“You didn’t touch yourself the whole time,” she said. “Good boy.”

Homelander pursed his lips while he shook.

“Why would i…?” he said.

Madelyn snorted.

“You’re leaking on my carpet,” she said. “You know a poor custodian is going to have to scrub that out tomorrow, right?”

Homelander’s face flushed with shame. Madelyn let go of his chin and reached for a lower drawer in her desk.

“You may be a misbehaving mess,” she said. “But you’ve taken your punishment in stride. So for that, I’ll give you a little treat.”

Homelander’s eyes widened. He didn’t dare move, even though he wanted to see what she was rummaging in that secret drawer. Madleyn pulled something out of her desk, something black and buckled with silver. That’s when he saw the long, silicone dildo attached to the front and he lost his breath.

“I thought it would be funny to get one with your color theme on it,” Madelyn said, stepping into the harness. “But those are bootleg products, and I’m not giving a cent to anyone who tries to take profits from Vought.”

Leave it to Madelyn Stillwell to bring up business matters during foreplay. Madelyn pulled a bottle of lube from her desk and lathered the length down. Homelander watched her fingers, his mouth watering.

“I need to relax this time,” she instructed him. “It’ll hurt going in if you don’t.”

Maybe I want it to hurt, Homelander thought.

Madelyn pumped some more lube into her hands then moved behind Homelander. His ass was still burning red but starting to recover. Not for long. With two lube-wet fingers, Madelyn slowly slipped inside of Homelander’s tight hole.

Homelander’s head tipped back and released a long, deep moan. Madelyn massaged inside him, opening him more and more. Just like when they were on the couch, her fingers in a different hole of his, he melted beneath her. By the time she got three fingers inside he was was usable as a ragdoll.

“Don’t touch yourself,” Madelyn said. “I want you to come on it.”

Madelyn gripped Homelander’s hips in her hands, her French manicure leaving little dents in his flesh. Homelander loved the possessive brush to her touch. Then, she readied at his hole and pushed herself inside.

As soon as she was inside, Homelander was done for. He moaned and whimpered as she began swerving her hips, pushing her cock deeper and deeper inside of him. Just before his eyes fluttered shut, he glanced out the floor-to-ceiling windows along the walls. There were no curtains, nothing to hide them from the city. If a Supe who could fly were to come by, they’d see Homelander bent over his boss’s desk getting his ass fucked out.

And the thought made him shiver.

Madelyn quickened her pass. She smacked her hands against Homelander’s raw ass and he winced in pain.

“That’s my good boy,” she cooed in that maternal tone. “Such a good boy…”

“Mmm…mmm…” Homelander mustered. “..mommy…”

His face pressed harder into the desk until it started to ache. Meanwhile, the harness put pressure on Madleyn’s clit, and she tipped her head back as she fucked him deeper into the desk.

Homelander was built to be a hero, but Vought lab had also made him into a perfect sex toy. A big red, white and blue Ken doll. A fuckable action figure.

Madelyn’s eyes fluttered shut and she moaned to the ceiling as a slow, hot orgasm crawled up her body, Homelander heard her coming, and tried to hold himself in so she could finish first. Once she was done, Madleyn dropped her hungry gaze back down to him. Her eyes followed up his spine to his head.

She snatched him by his hair and pulled him back. Homelander croaked, his back arching as she continued to fuck him harder and harder.

“You’re never going to disobey me like that again,” Madelyn hissed in his ear. “That speech…you will never do something like that again.” She fucked him faster. “You are going to listen to me, and be a good boy…”

“Yes,” Homelander whimpered. Sweat dripped down his red face. “Yes, I will, I’m your good boy, I’m your good boy …”

He came like a glass bottle shattered against a wall. Madelyn kept her nails dug in his hair and her cock digging up his ass until every drop of him spilled onto the carpet at their feet. By the time Madleyn pulled out, he was spent and limp. 

Madelyn huffed out a breath and wiped the sweat from her brow. Immediately, her face and demeanor returned to her usual business-like front. Like she just finished a work meeting, not fucking her prized Supe over her desk.

“Good,” she said. “I’m happy we’re on the same page again.”

Homelander remained bent on the desk, burning and shivering at once. His come was on the floor and his drool was on the desk. He felt oddly vulnerable, in a way he wasn’t used to, and he wasn’t sure if he disliked it or not. Then, he felt Madelyn run a gentle hand from his hair down his back, and everything in him softened. He reached for her wrist, hoping to clean the rest of the lube from her hand, but she moved it before he could.

“I have a friend who is opening a restaurant in Manhattan,” Madelyn said. “She’s asked me to come by and bring one of my heroes with me for the publicity. Get the Vought stamp of approval.”

She zipped up her skirt and smoothed it down.

“You’re going to be there with me,” she said.

The command was so casual, like draping a coat over a chair. Or tossing his shirt back into his face.

“This sounds suspiciously…” Homelander said. “...like you’re asking me on a date.”

Stillwell straightened her shirt.

“I’m not asking,” she said. “Six o’clock sharp. I’ll send you the address.”

With that, Madelyn grabbed her handbag off her desk. Before she stepped out the door, she glanced over her shoulder.

“Let’s keep this evening to ourselves,” she said. “We'll tell the team that we had a long talk and came to a reconciliation.”

Homelander pursed his lips and nodded.

“Yes, ma’am,” he said.

Madelyn grinned.

“Remember, Homelander,” she said. “Great men like you exist because of women like me. We keep you up so high, by reminding you when you’ve fallen low.”

Then, she left him where he was bent over.

Homelander pulled his pants back up and clasped his belt on. He flew home with a titter in his stomach, and a reminder to get his suit dry cleaned before his dinner date.

When he arrived home, his face hurt from smiling.

[karasbroken]

I need to warn folks that this week's video is disturbing.

(Enough so that this is tagged as adult content, so I had to use a different linking method that might work better on mobile because YouTube was forcing us to watch there and the redirect wasn't working for me. Hopefully this does?)

It dwells especially in the beginning on Grayza's rape of John, shifts to Scorpius's mind rape of John in the Aurora chair, and then blends the two of them to show the pain of the way both of these villains used John body and mind until the two different violations become one.

Oof, is it any wonder that John at the end of the show is so cold, hard, relentless, reckless?

But it's an amazing video if you are like me and really love the dirty, traumatizing, graphic angst of it all, you will appreciate what Cat Bru has done here, pairing clips in an interesting, relentless way with Voodoo by Godsmack. It's old, and has lower quality visuals because of that, but the dark vibe is impeccable.

Their answer to why John is so messed up? Yep, yep, this about covers it. Don't forget to leave a like or comment for the creator.

[hesitantvampirealien]

chain thing where you do shit and tag people (idk how you people call this stuff)

this is more of a killjoys fandom thing lol

search "florida man + (your killjoy oc's birthday)" and see what shows up and that's gonna be what your oc does in florida. Lol

i have a billion killjoy ocs so i'll just do it for NN and Cat because i like them a bit more

i have to like. Tag someone so i'll tag @milligramspoison cause i was already kind of talking to her about this but whoever wanna join, feel free

NN - November 1

Action Cat - september 4

bru why are mine so boring

[englishmagic]

A couple of days ago @beetleandfox tagged me in this so why not

Last song: Feed the Family by Possessed by Paul James is the last one I listened to on Spotify, but in general it would be the end bit of JS Bach’s mass in B minor, because I just returned from a concert.

Favourite colour: Red.

Last book: My reading skills are down so the only thing I’ve managed to finish recently is a lil pamphlet of three essays by Orwell, published under the heading ‘Fascism and Democracy’. I’m really fun to be around I swear

Last movie: Kona fer i strið/Woman at War. It’s really good, Icelandic, with a trio of Ukrainian folk singers as part of the semi-diegetic musicians who play the non-diegetic music.

Last tv show: I’m on an Adventure Time rewatch 🤷

Sweet/savoury/spicy: Spicy. But spice isn’t all that fun if it’s not also good and savoury.

Relationship status: Suddenly this is the census, hm? I’m a household of one, officer; it’s just little old me here.

Last thing I searched: 1860s fashion.

Current obsession: I’m having a Terror moment, but that’s more of a long term obsession than a current one- if it’s something very current you’re after it’s flat.io, specifically using it to compose a SATB arrangement of the Universal Declaration of Human Rights in Latin, as a sort of secular mass.

Looking forward to: Getting a coffee with a friend tomorrow. The chain coffee shop has a very tasty caramel hot chocolate, and I get to show her my newest deck of tarot cards which has been lying around unused since I bought it in October.

Fav drink: Irn Bru.

Song playing 24/7: Well my top song on wrapped for last year was Mis On Inimene? which is still accurate. Go listen go listen and tell me if you do because I’m shouting into the void about this ethereal tearjerker

Fun activity you would like to get into: All of them. I’ve been thinking about taxidermy a lot.

Current fav character: Thomas Evans, the scared little ship’s boy from the Terror. He’s just a wee babe and he’s got a speech impediment and he was not made to last bless him 💔

Last video game: Sunless Sea. I’ve been playing it periodically since it came out but I always just end up fucking around and never actually finishing the business of finding my father’s bones 🙄

Last comic/graphic novel: Fuck, uh. The Katzenjammer Kids? It’s a sort of not really funny at all old comic that’s a traditional Christmas presence in my childhood home and should only be read as a “look at what people used to think was okay, kinda fucked up or what?” kind of experience.

I will tag, without any pressure, @dollfacedbunny and @saintdundy and @bongbong and maybe @roaldamundsen whose current obsession I could not possibly guess

[chevvy-ryder]

WIP WEDNESDAY

got tagged by @aggravateddurian ! <3

again only writing:

Cyberpunk 2078 — Pandemonium:

Technically I can already start layouting the 2nd chapter as the written part is 100% done, but I am still missing some VP where I have to place Hizumi, Vijay and Ryder in the Afterlife and, ofc I am either too lazy to do that or I just forget about it bc I distract myself with other stuff (that also wants to be done). But as soon as I get to it you can expect the 2nd chapter! At least for those who are interested in it.

New pinned post coming soon:

I am about to make a new pinned post, yes it will be a brand new post but contain more or less the same my current one has. I just wanted to refresh my boys profiles, tweak the formatting a little and make them a bit better readable but they won't differ much from the current ones. I'll exchange the profile pics with given time tho as I'm not satisfied with most pics but have no time to throw each after another into the game just to get the perfect pic for it.

About Blorbos:

I am trying to sort out/clean up my boys' wardrobes. E.g. I noticed Thyjs has too much stuff and from every piece like up to 3 versions. I force myself to get it down to one piece, which doesn't work all the time, but I slowly get there. When he's done I'll have to do the same with the other boys thow Ryder is the most unproblematic of all as there's only one iteam in black for him in the first place of most mods.

I don't want them to wear all the same clothes unless it's basic stuff or shoes. I also try to get rid of most replacers unless it's stuff that hasn't been made as xl yet or need to be kept for color reasons and what not. It takes me so long because I also clean up my folders where I storage their original files as well sorting out those I have taken out. You know each of my boys has their own save file. I am also renaming some files to have a better overview as bru I tell you thjys is close to 300 mod files.

Chrome Chamber Rave concept:

Prepared some posts already but I am hesitating to push the post button bc my brain is stupid telling me shit I shall not listen to.

that's all for now. I promise next wip post will contain some pics or sth cooler than just text! I don't like it either.

tagging:

@astarionhistears, @nervouswizardcycle, @gloryride, @elvenbeard, @heywoodvirgin, @rosapexa, @streetkid-named-desire, @therealnightcity, @wanderingaldecaldo, @koda-shoulda-woulda-but-didnt, @breezypunk, @ouroboros-hideout and anyone who wants to or has to show something. No Pressure and if tblr mentions don't work, I'm not even trying to edit it as I am tired of it not working properly.

[us3rnam3-r3dact3d]

WEVE BEEN FED ONCE AGAIN‼️‼️‼️‼️YIPPPEEEEE🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉 I was in a painting class when this dropped,, longest hour of my life, my hands are still covered in blue paint as I write this

first paragraph got me thinking I should leave freelancer alone w Dr. Brachium 😳....and of course he's the cutiest sweetie pie,,,, my baby girl 🤭🤭

not kody bru cmon now. and OF COURSE he's freaky about it what are we doing guys. KEEP THAT WIERDO AWAY FROM THE BODIES I DONT TRUST HIM.

sunshine pixie cut? blue car? *VERY LOUD CORRECT BUZZER* (pls tell me it was a nissan)

ok.. I always write my comments as I'm reading ur story

my face dropped and my heart just fucking sank,,,, kody what the fuck

I feel nauseous- that line just gave me whiplash....the rainstrom..I'm on the floor

it's these little details that make your writing so immersive for me. LMAO U DIDNT EVEN PUT HIM IN THE TAGS 😭😭 get clapped idiot hope they leave ur ass in a burning building

I was fortunately remedied by caelum content even thought its sad he's much better off w gavin and FL. BUT OKAYYYYY GAVIN 🤑🤑🤑🤑 4 DIGITS????

FL taking charge on checking tank, yeah girl this is what I'm talking about ++ THE ADVICE YEAH GIRL THATS WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT!!!! ugh.. guys can we all just pinky promise to be super nice to eachother and not be evil and we'll hold hands and get ice-cream and watch silly movies and-

AND DESPITE WHAT EVER THE FUCK IS HAPPENING FL is still talking about hot men,,,, same Freelancer,,, same 🫂🫂

the story just gets better and juicier with every upload, another great read keep it up bestie!!!!!

-🦀

Happy to provide for you my friend!! I'm so honored that this fic has you so excited!!

Oh yes, Freelancer is a giant flirt and pretty much spends all of their time observing how attractive the people around them are. Person after my own heart, when they see somebody hot, they are ogling.

Yeeaaaahhhh Kody is a creep. He's supposed to give "no empathy for the dead people" and he finds the fact that Brachium has so much empathy a little bit funny?? He just thinks it's stupid to talk to the bodies. Brachium is used to that, though. Some of his colleagues believe that it's unprofessional, but Brachium finds it to be a central part of his process when it comes to dealing with his job. He can't separate himself emotionally from death, so he has to plunge himself into the acceptance of it head first.

Thank you, thank you, I love a manic pixie dream Sunshine for sure. For you, crab anon, their car is now canonically a Nissan.

I'm sorry for the surprise, but I felt that was how the line had the most impact. I actually forgot to put Kody in the tags at all lol I will amend that. Yeah I wanted to line to come on fast, since that is often how these things happen. That single moment changed a lot for Freelancer, and so it abruptly changes the tone of the chapter. I'm so glad you liked it.

And yay Caelum!! He's a cutey, even when he's traumatized and in shock lol. He's for sure better off with Gav and FL, and Gavin will spare no expense when it comes to Caelum. He makes his fair share of money and he won't let Caelum want for anything ever again. It does result in Caelum being spoiled, but that's neither here nor there.

Freelancer is Capable and once they past their insecurity, they show it. Their greatest strength as a medical professional is their empathy, same as Brachium. The fact that they put their whole heart into things. The person who can help Darlin' through this moment is only that person because they were victimized. They can use that for good now. Not that that's required, of course, just how Freelancer prefers to deal with it.

Freelancer WILL drool over a hot man every chance they get. And David Shaw is a very hot man.

Thank you so much!! I'm so glad you're enjoying this piece buddy. I look forward to your asks every time I post. More soon!!!

[bhaalborn]

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐚'𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭

comfort food(s): two things! (1) nongshim shin ramyun with egg and kimchi (2) tea leaf 2, a chinese resturant near me. it's family owned and my late grandma worked there for a time (and was really close with the owners) and it's literally the first thing i think of when i want some food-related comfort. i've been going there for over a decade shakjhfkhsdkf

comfort drink(s): starry, or maybe sweet barley tea?

comfort movie(s): any non-mcu spider-man movie ever, nimona, monsters vs aliens, any kung fu panda movie

comfort show(s): love, death + robots, sense8, evil, rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles

comfort clothing: joggers!!!!!!!! joggers with POCKETS!!!!!!!!

comfort song(s): i don't consider any of the music i listen to necessarily 'comforting' but blast doors by everything everything is a smth i've been jamming to recently so maybe that (but it terms of auditory comfort what the hell is that term my favorite podcast atm is dungeons and daddies)

comfort book(s): the magic thief book series by sarah prineas!!!! aaaaaa

comfort game(s): baldur's gate III, deep rock galactic, hades, telltale the walking dead (usually watching someone else play because once was enough emotional damage for me LOL), it takes two, rusty lake, and torchlight

tagged by / i stole this from @diaboluse unashamedly. ty beloved bru tagging / bish.... do this and say i tagged you in it

[zalrb]

the summer i turned pretty 2x04 review

Honestly, for someone who is meant to push people away and not tell anyone what he's dealing with, Conrad is pretty open about the stuff he's going through. He straight up tells Belly's brother he's having a panic attack and what he can do to help instead of just yelling at him to go the fuck away or something. Idk man.

"Talk about anything" launches into a speech about the beach and how Conrad is the coolest person in the world. The funniest thing about things like this is dialogue about "inconsequential" things would make their bond seem more realistic instead of pointed talks about memories and how cool the other person is. One of the reasons why the gang in T70s works is because they just talk about dumb shit together

"He's grown into quite the asshole" I mean has he, Skye? Your mother is being unnecessarily hostile about the whole thing, it seems like he's just matching her energy idk.

Like this isn't even me being team Conrad or anything because I don't care about him but he hasn't DONE anything for the way everyone talks about him.

Like he's isn't warm when she talks to him in his room but his energy is different because Julia's energy is different.

Jfc they're really trying to make me believe that Taylor and brother dude like each other with how they antagonize each other but this is as performative as Belly trying to be twirly and giddy around Conrad.

Steven. I'm not going to remember that.

"Let's do some drills down by the beach, volleyball camp is in five days." "I haven't touched a ball in months" isn't that why you do the drills, Belly?

"It was hard enough for me to get this one" *laughs* Why is that funny?

Belly actress does the Katie Holmes shrug. It was annoying then, it's annoying now.

"Well we're your family too" even though I kissed you then your brother then made the wake about me because Conrad lay his head on his ex-girlfriend's lap and I admittedly forgot to check up on you when Susannah died because I was too busy focusing on Conrad which consisted of me telling him to stop being sad at prom and then breaking up with him.

The only time Conrad's lack of a facial expression has worked is him looking at Belly when she's all "the magical sea breeze will cool you down"and his face is like that the dumbest thing I've ever heard.

Did Belly tell Conrad her plan of schmoozing Skye and I just forgot it because it's very possible, I'm barely paying attention but if she hadn't, maybe she could. Or is this supposed to show how Belly and Jere are best friends now.

Skye doesn't come across as an introvert, they just come across as kind of an ass. "I don't smile, I don't high five, the corners of my mouth might turn up but I WILL NOT SMILE" we get it, you're cool.

No one on this show is likeable.

Them getting ready to play laser tag is literally the ONLY TIME they seem like friends.

I mean, we had pizza for *Christmas* dinner. OH THE HORROR.

Are whaling boats fancy?

I don't need to see this rock climbing scene. Next.

How many Taylor Swift songs do we NEED in a show. I understand I'm the only one who thinks this.

"It was supremely satisfying watching you wipe the floor with Conrad after everything he put you through" YOU MEAN BEING SAD??

"You used to cry every time you looked at the Tower of Terror" yeah but he's, like, seventeen now, Belly.

"He made it so hard not to love him." I MEAN HOW? BECAUSE HE SPOKE? Jesus Christ.

"Used to love him, I mean" JERE HAS ENTERED THE CHAT. I would appreciate this more if it was fun messy.

LMAO so when Jere is like "And what's the key to making me happy, Belly?" I was like oh OK because there was like a hint of innuendo in his voice, completely unintentional I think, but it was a bit like ooh, I hear that and then it was ENTIRELY ruined when she's like "correcting people who say bru-chetta" and he laughs and goes "Because it's bru-sketta!" and it was SUCH a corny delivery.

Skipping everything with the mom because I do not care.

So who's going to have a breakdown at the end of this episode?

"You're one of the most interesting people I've ever met" I'm laughing because the delivery came across as unintentionally sarcastic.

"Jeremiah is always there when I need him" it's a RIDE. I also love when she flashes back to him always being there for her the first instance is his mother telling him to stay inside with her because she's got a summer cold and him being like "MOM" and her being like "PLEASE" and him being like fine. Like that's not what you think that is. He should hang out with her and then be asked to go to the boardwalk and being like nah I think I'll just stay in with Belly. HOW IS THAT NOT OBVIOUS?

"And when he got sick two days later, I stayed home with him" so then wouldn't you two just be passing the cold back and forth to each other?

Ohhhhh they're looking at each other on this ride and she's feeling how much she likes him! and needs him! and they have NO chemistry!

"It feels weird having fun, like part of me feels guilty" if you were a good actress we would see that conflict in you the entire day but whatever, the show is really bad with showcasing how much Susannah's death is supposed to affect her.

Oh no breakdowns because that would require drama. Just the empty beach house which I know is meant to be a MOMENT but it isn't.

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last song you heard? i saw the light by todd rundgren

your favorite color? this is so extra but hex code #d9f4fd

what show/series did u watch last? columbo!!! hellooo

spicy, sweet, or savory? sweet

relationship status? single 💯 tf outta here

last thing u googled? how to embed a link in wordpress 😔 this intro to journalism course bru…

current obsession? ALSO BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN OMG @pittsiepie NOT US TWINNING

last book you read? i mean i’m on like chapter eight i think so technically i haven’t like… read read it?? but?? born to run by bruce springsteen 😋

something you’re looking forward to? getting dinner with my friend today and hopefully finishing these papers that are due tomorrow

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last song you heard?

out of bound by malcom todd

your favorite color?

baby blue

what show/series did you watch last?

feud: capote vs the swans

spicy, sweet, or savory?

savory

relationship status?

recently single and thinking of staying like this forever!!

last thing i googled?

raspberry lemon loaf recipe

current obsession?

bruce springsteen (duh)

the last book you read?

king of crows by libba bray :)

something you’re looking forward to?

drunk trivia night at the bar tomorrow 🫡

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The Fear: Jason Todd x Fem!reader part 3

part 1

part 2

A/N: Please, don't hate me for taking it slow :D :D And let me know if anyone wants a tag.

When her phone rang Y/N was halfway through her little science project. She spend last two months trying to come up with some crazy formula that would be the cure to the new version of the latest found virus. Still futile, but every other attempt brought her closer to the success.

“Oh, get lost…..” she muttered with zero intention and zero willingness to pick up, yet still glancing at the screen. Dick Grayson. Oh, ok. This probably wasn’t a social call.

“Dick? Hey there boy wonder, been a while” she answered, still hoping the bats weren’t in any trouble. Grayson was charming as usual, but his cheerful, flirting tone did not make her lower the guards down. And that instincts quickly turned out to be right when Tim intercepted the phone and simply explained Jayson got into trouble. That was all she needed to know, no more questions necessary. She made them a promise when she left Gotham.

“I’m on my way.”

 Y/N knew the boys for quite a while. She wasn’t born in Gotham but for inexplicable reasons her family moved there when she was 10. Her father, much like herself now, was a scientist who was fascinated by Scarecrow’s fear gas and made it his personal mission to crack the formula and/or find the antidote. Of course, he failed miserably, being exposed to the extreme amount of toxin himself and as a result – going crazy and ending up locked in the mental hospital. Y/N was 12 at the time. Her mother went through a nervous breakdown because of what happened to her husband and a few months later ended up in the same ward at the same hospital leaving the poor girl alone.

Hm.

Poor girl was smart enough to escape the claws of foster care for three whole months, just because she was way too smart for a kid her age. She knew where her parents kept the money, she was overly familiar with the way Gotham used to function, what places to avoid and what facilities were somewhat safe. She learned all of that through careful observation. And she had her father’s chemistry and science books and research so it was enough to keep her occupied and not get into any trouble. She was attending school, being the quiet, silent student, keeping her amazing brain and mind at bay just to avoid anyone’s attention. Being invisible was the only way to stay out of radar. Also, that little girl was dealing with pain, loss and rage. She hated Scarecrow for obvious reasons and took her father’s mantle in finding the antidote to that freaking gas.

After said three months however, during one of her experiments, she had a little accident and the little explosion she caused, resulted in covering her house in the cloud of chemicals. Fortunately, they weren’t detrimental for human health, unfortunately the blast was big enough to alarm the neighbors and to make two vigilante show up at her door. Batman and Robin took it upon themselves to inspect the place, since the cloud was green – the same color as the fear toxin, so they had reasons to believe Crane was involved in whatever happened. When they saw a little girl, only a few years younger than Robin (Dick at the time) they were shocked. Or at least, Dick was, since Bruce would never resort to something so petty as “shock.” After a long conversation, batman was ready to leave, but surprisingly Dick opposed to the idea making a point of why Y/N mustn’t be left alone, and what could happen to her and her extraordinary skills in the foster care. Somehow, this was convincing enough for Bruce to take the girl under his wing. After all, she could have been useful.

They revealed their secret identities to her and quickly figured that she would be the best imaginable addition to the team. Even if she wasn’t interested in field op and was not qualified for that, her behind the desk work was invaluable. She put hours and hours of work to create chemicals and mixtures for Dick and Bruce to use on patrol. She came up with the antidote to Ivy’s poisons. She developed and enhanced the gadgets. And yet, her mission and purpose was still to be fulfilled. Slowly, the bats started to call her “The Chemist.” Tacky enough to keep her safe.

She stayed when Dick left and became Nightwing.

She was there when Jason was appointed new Robin.

She wanted to leave when he was killed by the Joker. It was too much for a fifteen year old girl who was infatuated with the boy. Even if she never cried. Never. After all that happened to Todd she became cold, a bit vicious, more guarded than before. If it was anyone else, Bruce would get concerned about the risk of her becoming a sociopath, but Y/n never showed any sign of falling into mental illness. If anything, she became more focused, more observant, more vigilant, more dead-seton defeating all the Arkham freaks running around Gotham. With silent weapon – poison, toxin, whatever. For two years she was distant and unapproachable by anyone, except Dick and Alfred. The situation changed when Tim arrived at the manor. His observational skills, workaholism and insight were perfect complement to Y/N’s ambition and passion. They became the best of friends, forming a real brother – sister bond. The one she never had before or after. Damian who came last, accepted her, but they were both struggling to open up to one another.

She was finally getting though her past when magically, after five years some new villain appeared in Gotham.

“Red Hood?” she frowned “but isn’t it what Joker used to call himself before?”

“Yes.” Bruce nodded

“So?”

“So? “ now the Batman was frowning, girl’s condescending words did not fit in the situation.

“What do we do? Do we  use any of my mixtures on him? Do we tranquilize him? What’s the big plan, Bat?”

“Me and dick are coming after him. You’re staying here.”

“What’s new?”

“We’ll let you know if need for any of your toxins arises….”

The rest of the story is probably known to all of you. You know, the Lazarus Pit, the resurrection and the dramatic exposure of Red Hood’s real identity – Jason Todd himself. Only he was not himself, at least not the one she knew. He was more aggresive, more violent and unpredictable. And even more emotional then before.

One night, when she was walking home from work he just grabbed her from the street (of course scaring the shit out of her) and in some crazy, angry, unhinged words confessed to being in love with her. And then he kissed her.

But she was smarter than fall for him again and fought against her own heart. After all, being a chemist she knew and saw better than anyone what was the effect of Lazarus Waters on his organism. And from then both Y/N and Jason were dragged into crazy circle of pushing and pulling each other away.

Up to the point where she couldn't take it any longer and left.

Leaving him heartbroken. Utterly defeated.

Sad part was that he broke her first.

But Y/N was not completely heartless. She still stayed in touch with the boys and promised them, that whenever they needed her she would always come. Even if the wound of parting ways with Jay was still fresh.

part 4

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Hey there :) please could I request a one shot of Bruno bucciarati saving the reader from an enemy mafioso or her family and inducting her into his gang (before the events of golden wind) and what would the other guys reactions to her be. Could there be hints of romance please 💙💙💙

Thank you so much for your request! Sorry it took me so long post. Hope you enjoy the story

The Bakers Daughter (Bruno Bucciarati x Reader)

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Small Summary: You work as a baker at a company owned by your father. when your father doesn't pay what he owes the boss hes given some time to round enough money to pay but instead he runs away and leaves you to clean up his mess

Small mentions: SPOILERS, near-death f!reader, blood, getting tortured, mention of la squadra spell check is out the window..

I never thought today would be my last day on this earth. Life's so cruel...

My eyes began to blur as I took my last breath. An image of Bucciarati came to mind, why am I thinking of him at a time like this? It seemed like he was swimming towards me, "Bru-no." How did this have to happen to me?

It was a day like any other, opening the bakery, helping customers, and what I loved the most baking! The bell on the door rang, "Welcome what can I get for you today?" I greeted a young man that walked in, he had a bowl cut for his hairstyle but it suited him nicely. He's been coming here every Saturday for the past few months. "Good morning Y/n, I'll have the usual."

"Ah yes, we'll have that out for you in a bit. Would you like anything else, sir?" I started to write down his total, "What would you recommend?" I pointed to the display of cookies and cakes, "We do have other sweet options like Frutta Martorana, Zeppole, and many others to name a few." he scanned the deserts in front of him. "Do you have strawberry shortcake?"

"Yes, we do, how many slices would you like on the cake?" I walked over to the dessert display and took out the cake he requested. "Twelve slices if that's alright." I smiled at him, "Sure thing." After cutting the cake I around up his total, "Okay that will be thirty dollars with seventy-three cents." He handed me two bills, "You can keep the change."

"Okay, thank you. Your sweets will be out in a few minutes mister..." I wanted to say his name but forgot we never exchanged our names, he knew my name cause I wore a name tag. "Bruno Bucciarati." I've heard that name before, most of the people in town talk about a guy named Bruno and how he always tries to help people in any way he can even though he's a Mafioso. "If you don't mind me asking what brings you to this part of town?"

"I had some business to attend to. Plus you guys do make some delicious desserts. I enjoy supporting companies such as yours."

"I see. Well, thank you for liking our deserts." As I packed up the deserts Bruno requested, the bell rang again, "Hi welcome what can I get..." When I looked up there were these two men, they'd been coming here for the past few months to speak with my father. They gave me a look, and I already knew what it meant. "He's in the back." The silver hair man walked in first and then the blonde guy followed. I continued packing the deserts and handed them to Bruno. "Here you go."

"Thank you. By safe Y/n... I'll come to visit the shop in a few days. My friends really enjoy your deserts." He took the box of deserts and left. We hadn't been getting a lot of business lately ever since those men started showing up. "This is a warning you better have it all by Thursday or else we're coming for you." They both left the bakery. I went to check up on my father he was on the ground crying. I knew that he was running his business with the Mafia but now it seems he's gotten himself into some serious issues. That's why mom left him when I was younger he's gotten into some sort of debt and now he has to pay the conscious.

Thursday came but those men didn't show, instead, Bucciarati came to the bakery. "Bucciarati it's nice to see you again. Do you want the usual?" I started to pull out some cookies. "Yes, thank you. How's business going?" He handed me the money, "Quite slow. Not a lot of people have been coming here lately." I handed him his change "I see."

"So what made you stop by, you usually come in on Saturdays." I started preparing the box and filling them with his order, "I like visiting you... Plus my friends and I wanted some sweets." He wanted to visit me? "Well, I'm glad you're here to visit and that you and your friends enjoy our deserts." I handed him the box he reached out for it and our hands touched slightly. "I'll come by another day. Hopefully, my friends can come with me so you can meet them." He smiled at me and then left.

 A few days passed and those men showed up again, this time they had five other men with them. "Hey beautiful, where's your father? We have some business to handle with him." The man with the red leather coat spoke. That morning my father had left with a suitcase and said he would be back in a few days. "I'm sorry boys but he's not here. He went out early this morning." I took out some fresh baked goods handing them to the group, "Would you like some sweets or would you like to order something?" The man with blue hair and red glasses slapped the tray of sweets from my hand, he grabbed me by the collar of my shirt.

"What do you take us for some idiots? Did you seriously just offer us some sweets? Your father owes us money and if he isn't going to pay us then we-" The blonde hair man pushed him away from me and covered the man's mouth, "You'll have to excuse him, he's a bit... Crazy and hot-headed." He faced the group of men with him. "Y/n here works for her father but doesn't know about him working for us."

"I see... She'll be perfect for baby face though. Her eyes, lips, her features would be a perfect fit." The one with purple hair spoke he grabbed my face I could see a glow in his eyes, something wasn't right. "Melone stand down... We can use this to our advantage." The silver-haired man spoke, pushing Melone away from me. "Formaggio use Little feet. Illuso knock her out." Before I could even say anything I was now small, the size of what felt like a Barbie doll. I was standing on top of the counter. I quickly jumped off and tried making a run for the door. As I ran to the door I could hear the men laughing, someone picked me up by my shirt "WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE PLEASE LET ME GO!" Tears began to fall as I realized that today might be my final day, the one they called Illuso hit me and everything was now dark.

The sound of water splashing echoed in my ear along with people talking from a distance. 

"Wake up sweetheart." My head hurt, and there was a sharp pain in my throat; as if someone was holding a knife to it from the inside of my body. I tried moving but couldn't, my arms and legs were tied up to a chair. We were at a lake from what I could gather. "You're probably wondering what's going on or who we are... We're La Squadra, I'm Risotto. Your father owes us money, the boss isn't too pleased with him since he hasn't paid his dues. We warned him on our last visit that if he doesn't pay up then we'll kill him... But seeing as he's a no-show we'll have to kill you instead." I tried struggling against the ropes but it was no use, "Fight all you want, you won't make it out alive."

Looking at the group of men standing in front of me the blue hair man was holding a camera. "Your fathers next after you die. It seems your father took what little money he could and made a run for it; leaving you to clean up the mess he made." Why would he do this to me? "Once we get him we'll make him watch this video that records your very last moments here on earth. Being tortured by us and then drowning to death."

Tears slid down as they began to hit me. My screams were muffled due to the gag in my mouth, the pain was too much. I began coughing and felt something burst out of my throat. 'How am I still alive? How am I still breathing?!' I thought to myself. "Dump her in" Risotto gave the order and they pushed me into the water behind. I sank quickly; I kept trying to break free from the rope I wasn't gonna die down here not like this.

I was running out of oxygen. I looked up from where I fell seeing a dim light shine from the surface above. I'll just have to accept the fact that this is the end for me. "Y/n!" An image of Bruno came to mind, 'Why am I thinking of him at a time like this?' My head was now cloudy, my eyes blurry, and I couldn't move any part of my body. The last thing I remember seeing was a silhouette swimming toward me.

Where am I? My eyesight was still blurry I could only see a figure standing in front of me. Their mouth was moving but I couldn't hear a thing.

"Y/-"

"Y/n..."

"Y/N please wake up!"

I stood up coughing, "Y/n you're awake! I'm so glad!" The man hugged me. "Bruno?" He pulled away from the hug, it was Bruno. "Yes, it's me. I'm gonna take you somewhere safe... Stay with me okay!" He picked me up and started running, "Why did they do this to you?!"

"My father... The mafia... Money..." I couldn't formulate the words that I needed. I felt tired to speak. "Y/n please stay with me. I'll get you to a doctor but I need you to stay awake." He looked down at me and kept running the sounds of his footsteps began to fade.

When I came to I was in the hospital, Bruno was sitting in a chair sleeping next to the bed. How long has he been here?

"Bruno..." I whispered his name lightly shaking his arm. He opens his eyes, "Good you're awake. How are you feeling? Do you remember anything?"

"I'm okay. The last thing I remember was drowning... How did you find me?" He stood up walked toward the window looked outside and then walked back to me. He spoke in a hushed tone, "I've been keeping an eye on the bakery. Your father requested that I watched in case something were to happen to you. When you were thrown into the water I used my stand to rescue you." Stand? "What's a stand?" I asked him. "I'll explain later. The doctor will be coming here in a bit, when they ask you if you remember anything about the situation you were just in say that you don't remember, and if they ask where you used to work or how you know me tell them that you worked at Libeccio as a waiter." The door then opened a doctor and nurse walked in, Bruno excuse himself and left. They had asked me the same questions Bruno told me to answer, "Seems you may have some sort of amnesia, but it doesn't seem to serve. We'll be discharging you today. Bucciarati Said he'll take you in his care for a bit until you're able to recover." The doctor walked to the door, "We'll run some tests before you go and get the paperwork ready for you."

When they handed me the paperwork I noticed the name on it was wrong, I was gonna say something about it but I guess Bruno noticed and stopped me. We walked out of the hospital and towards his car, "I had to give you a fake name in case they worked for those men." I chuckled, "I get that but," I looked at the name that was written, "Why name me Uovo Sodo (Boiled Egg)?" He smiled and then chuckled, "I'm not so good at naming things, let's just leave it at that."

I started living with Bruno for a bit since I couldn't go home. He asked me if I wanted to join him and become a mafioso and join his team. He explained to me that he wanted to get rid of the mafia, drugs, and bad people like those men who tried to kill me. I agreed to join his team. He set a meeting with Polpo and soon after I joined Bruno's team.

We entered Libeccio I felt a bit nervous. Bruno placed his hand on my shoulder, "They're over there, in the back." I was still hesitant to walk over, "Don't be scared. Trust me they'll like you just as much as I do." He kissed my cheek and took my hand leading me to the group of men, he then let go. "Guys I want you to meet Y/n. She'll be joining our team from now on. Y/n this is Leone Abbacchio, Guido Mista, Fugo Pannacotta, and Narancia Ghirga."

"Woah a girl is joining!?" Narancia spoke. "She's kinda cute. This could be fun." Mista stated... I'll make a mental note to not get so close to him. Fugo stood up taking out his hand, "It's nice to meet you Y/n." I shook his hand, "Likewise."

Abbacchio removed his headphones and crossed his arms, "So this is Y/n, the girl that was legally declared dead not too long ago, huh? How'd you cheat death?" The others seemed confused, I guess Bruno only told Abbacchio what had happened... or he was properly assigned to confirm my death. "Yes, that's me. If it weren't for Bruno I wouldn't be here. I almost drowned to death." I stood in front of the group seeing them look at me with pure amazement.

"Really how? Grab a seat tell us." Narancia Seemed excited to hear about my near-death experience and the other seemed interested as well. I told them everything that had happened. "All I want is to get rid of people like those men and help in any way I can to accomplish that."

After a month I became close friends with Mista, Narancia, and Fugo, they started calling me big sis. However, it did take some time to gain the trust of Abbacchio. Every so often he invites me to drink wine with him and Bruno. And as for Bruno, he and I have become close. Mista has teased me about how Bruno stares at me when I speak or when I'm helping Fugo torture Narancia. I've noticed too.

"I just got a call Leaky-eye Luca was found dead near the airport. I have to get going, I'll be back in a bit." Bruno singled me over to him; we both walked out of Libeccio.

"What is it, Bruno?" I asked him. "We both know time is short for the both of us. After I come back from investigating Luca's death, would you like to go on a date with me?" I smiled so brightly, "Yes, I would." I hugged him feeling so happy and like the luckiest girl alive he hugged me back. "Wonderful, I'll be back shortly okay." We pulled away from the hug a bit and that was when he kissed me for the first time. My heart raced as it felt like time had stopped for us two. "See you soon." He smiled, "Good luck Bruno." We said our goodbyes and he left.

Soon after Giorno Giovanna joined our group, nothing went as planned once he joined.

Request for One-shot are open!

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How tall are you: about 5'5" I think..maybe 5'6"?

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Tattoos: 13 tattoos. Most notable of mentioning is my Aymeric tattoo (°◡°♡) which was so swollen afterwards it looked like I'd done leg day...on one leg..worth it though.

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