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cameronspecial · 9 months

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Let Me Spend Christmas With You, Angel

Pairing: Frat!Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of Sex

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 1.0K

Summary: With the Holidays around the corner, Rafe only has one goal this season.

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As the semester comes to an end, the Holiday break is fast approaching. Y/N is packing her suitcase for her flight home while Rafe pouts on her bed. “I still don’t get why you don’t want to come to Guadalupe with me and my family,” he grumbles as she packs another knitted sweater. “We weren’t together last Christmas.” The corners of her lips are slightly curved downward and her head swivels on itself. “I know we didn’t get to have Christmas together last year and I really do want to spend the Holidays with you. But I also want a white Christmas. You know, snow, fireplaces, and hot cocoa,” she argues. Rafe gets up from the bed and holds onto her arm, “Come on, Angel. Who needs those things when you can have beaches and sex on the beach? The drink and the act. Please, let me spend Christmas with you, Angel.” It’s rare to see Rafe begging, expect if it means he gets to spend more time with Y/N. “Rafe, that sounds really nice. But what about my family?” she asks, wrapping her arms around his neck. His eyes bore into hers, “They can come too. There are more than enough rooms in our beach house for your family.” He watches as a sparkle starts to form in her eyes, alongside her smile. “Really? I’ll go ask them if they want to go now,” she pulls out her phone and dials her mom’s number.

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Rafe’s hand is on the small of her back as he guides her down the stairs of the Camerons’ private jet. Y/N can feel water start to pool out of her pores. “Thank you again for inviting us on vacation with you guys,” he can hear Garth thank Ward ahead of them. Ward shakes his head, “No problem. Last year, Rafe was so sulky without Y/N with him, so I’m glad to do anything for them to be together this year.” Overhearing the men’s conversation, she giggles at the thought of her boyfriend missing her. Rafe frowns at her and brings her to his side. “Don’t laugh at my misfortune,” he laments, kissing her cheek. She throws her hand up in the air, “I’m sorry, but you are just so darn cute.”

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Christmas morning is a little bit different for her this year. Y/N and Rafe had found a secluded beach on the island and after they spent Christmas Eve with their families, they snuck away to it for an amazing night together. The grains of sand shift under her weight as she twists in his hold. The towel they are lying on barely does anything to keep the sand away from their skin. Her eyes flutter open to see Rafe’s still breathing shallowly. She kisses his lips and watches as he starts to wake up. “Merry Christmas, Rafe,” she whispers, burying her head in his neck. His lips press a kiss in her hair, “Merry Christmas, Angel. We should probably head back home. I know Wheezie is going to be dying to open the presents.” She agrees with his statement and they both get their bathing suits on to go home.

“Looks like the love birds have finally pulled themselves out of wherever they were. Come on you two, we were just about to open presents,” Candace beckons Rafe and her daughter as they walk through the front door. The couple makes their way down into the living room, where the Christmas tree is, and settles on the floor. Rafe and Y/N’s hips brush against each other because of how close they are sitting.

Each family member takes turns opening a gift with the watchful eyes of the other members. The next gift placed in Y/N’s lap is a rectangular prism wrapped in paper with tiny reindeer on them. The card sticking out behind the ribbon has her name written on it in Rafe’s chicken scratch and his name under it. She keeps the card and takes the time to take the tape off of the paper to preserve it. Underneath, she finds a white cardboard box with no identifiers as to what is inside. She gives Rafe a raised eyebrow and he encourages her to open it. Her thumb slots in the gap of the box’s lid, pulling it open. Inside is a mason jar decorated with ribbons and tiny hearts. The label says One Hundred Reasons Why I Love You in cursive writing she has never seen before. There are folded paper slips in the jar. She opens it up and picks one out. The writing is in the same effortful cursive. Reason #47: You never judge me for my mistakes. Instead, you help me grow from them. She is touched that he took the time to work on her gift because she is sure each reason is something just as thoughtful as this one. Tears brim in her eyes as she pulls him into a hug. “Thank you,” she murmurs in his ear.

Next to open a gift is Rafe and it just so happened to be Y/N’s. He removes the tissue paper from the bag, folding it nicely for Y/N to reuse later. He finds a folded article of clothing inside. It is a jean jacket and on the back, there is an embroidered picture. The beautiful work shows Rafe and Y/N kissing. He turns the jacket so he can see the front to find Angel written in a heart on the breast pocket. Y/N has obviously put a lot of effort into the gift and he loves it. He brings her in for a kiss as a thank you. She smiles at the feel of his lips on her skin. This Christmas might not be spent in the snow, but Christmas in the sand is just as good.

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Rafe is getting lunch when Jaiden walks into the kitchen. Rafe’s back is facing the doorway so he doesn’t notice the other boy’s appearance. Jaiden stares at Rafe’s back in amazement. “Your jacket is so cool, Dude,” Jaiden compliments, heading to the fridge to get a beer. Rafe turns toward his fellow brother and beams with pride. “Why thank you, my angel made it for me. I’m one lucky guy,” he gushes. “Well, she did a great job,” Jaiden adds before leaving the room. Rafe can’t hide his grin as he finishes lunch and brings it upstairs to his angel.

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romanarose · 3 months

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About a Girl: Chapter 5

Beautiful header by my beloved @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog

Joel Miller x Trans!Fem!Reader (Nickname, Blue)

Series Masterlist : The Last of Us Masterlist : Full Masterlist

Summary: For week 3 of my pride event: Sex. Joel and Blue make everything official. Kayla ruins everything.

ADDITIONAL WARNING: Sorry ya'll this just happened with the story and it felt right for what was happening and the characters.. Warning for brief DV nothing extreme or detailed.

Warnings for whole fic, not chapter by chapter: 18+ ONLY!! I cannot warn against everything, but these are major themes. Joel is a lil ignorant but not out of hate. He just doesn't know. He's trying his best. There will be smut. Penetrative sex, all of the anal play, oral. There will be transphobia from other people. Addiction and alcoholism. QUICK child neglect not by Joel but I promise, Sarah is fine and is having a great time in life. Fetishization of women attracted to women by a shitty guy. Will update as needed. Again, this is adult content. Expect adult content.

Immersivity: Reader is transgender, AMAB female, reader has had gotten bottom surgery, not top, and is on hormones. reader has visible hair and a blue streak in hair, but not described. Could be braids, could be natural hair, whatever. Header is for aesthetics only. Reader is about Joel and Tommy's height. Let me know if i miss anything!

A/N: Not to sound like a 2012 wattpad writer but I cried writing this.

TRANS LIVES MATTER! TRANS YOUTH MATTER! TRANS ELDERLY MATTER! TRANS WOMEN MATTER! TRANS MEN MATTER! NON BINARY TRANS MATTER!

Things had been going well for weeks. Kayla had been taking Sarah on weekends consistently, which meant she didn’t have a man to distract her. This, however, meant she didn’t have a man to distract her away from Joel’s love life. Still, a little bit of boundary setting had done well for him, and Kayla had mostly been minding her business. Joel was able to see Blue every weekend, and was even able to spend more time with Tommy and Tess which was rare.

Tonight, he had just got done having dinner at your house and was cuddling on the couch with you in his arms, all wrapped up. He liked moments like this a lot. Don’t get him wrong, he’d gone to another show with you and had a good time, but he was definitely happy to just sit at home with you.

You’d seemed an unlikely pair, you and him. You liked leather and black and grunge. He liked country and jeans and… well he wasn’t really sure what he really ”liked”, honestly. He loved Sarah. He liked All That, he liked Arthur, he didn't like Barney, he liked Franklin… what did he watch when Sarah was in bed? Sleep. He mostly slept. Sometimes he watched King of the Hill… he listened to Clinton Black, Garth Brooks… Sarah liked Reba, which was nice. Things to do for fun? He liked to play the guitar for Sarah. He liked to go to the park with Sarah. He liked to go with Sarah and Tommy to the roller rink…

“I’d like yuh to meet Sarah.” Joel said against your ear, arms wrapped around your waste as he lay propped up against the arm rest. “Really meet her this time”

You paused, then sat up to turn and face him. You were smiling softly, eyes wide. “Really? I don’t want you to feel like you have to… but I’d love too…” Something hit you, making you bite your lip. “Introduce me as… what, exactly.” When you saw his eyes widen, you told him he didn’t have to pick a label right now, but he cut you off.

“My girlfriend. If you wanna.”

You squeal, returning to his arms for a hug and a kiss. “Yes!!!”

Joel returns the kiss, pulling you close, sliding a hand to the small of your back as you deepened the kiss, straddling his body. You and him had been making out, and of course the blow job outside the concert, but no sex. Not yet…

“Stay the night.” You whispered between kisses. “We don’t gotta do nothing you’re not ready for, but I’d love if you wanted to stay over”

Joel looked up at you, heart swelling faster than his cock in his pants. He reached up to touch your face. “I’m ready… only if you wanna”

You responded by grinding your cunt over his jeans, kissing him once more. You slide your tongue into his mouth, dominating the kiss and him. When you make it to the bedroom, Joel follows your lead, letting you press him up against the door as you fiddle with his belt. “Got any- mphhh- got any questions?”

His brow furrowed, looking a little confused and flushed. “With what? I don’t know if you know this, but I ain’t a virgin. Kid and all.”

“Yeah, I’m aware.” You chuckle. “I meant with the whole ‘not born with a vagina’ thing.”

The look on his face told you he forgot about that. “Oh. Um… I guess… can you… um…”

“Orgasm?!?!” You bawked, in disbelief that at the prospect of having sex with a transwomen, something he barely knew existed before you, and he’s concerned if you’re going to have a good time. “Yes, I can orgasm Joel. I got a fucked ton of lube by my drawer too, so we’re covered there, baby. Just.” you sigh, guiding him to the bed as you pull down his pants. “Sweetie,” You coo, his big brown eyes gazing adoringly as you return to your rightful place above him. “Just let me take care of you tonight, ‘kay? I got you.”

Awestruck, you nodded. “Yes ma’am.” In his dark boxer briefs, his cock is straining, heavy.

You slowly pull his briefs down, Joel humps his hips up to help and you stare in aw as his cock strings free. He’s hung, absolutely packing and you can see why Tess came back for a few more rounds. Getting a chance to look at him, really look at him this time… Big dick, big eyes, big man… bigger heart. He’s soft, kind. He’s gentle in a way you’d never seen from a southern farmer, a body capable of total destruction if he wanted to, but no room in his heart for it. You couldn’t imagine your sweet, precious man hurting anyone.

When you took him in your mouth, you couldn’t make it all the way down. You’d practice on tat, vowing to be able to deep throat him, but it didn’t seem to matter. He was a mess already. When was the last time he fucked someone? It’d been a few years since Tess and she never mentioned Joel having a girl since Kayla… You wanted to make him feel good. But Joel had other plans.

“Wanna taste you.” He begs, tugging at your hair. “Really wanna taste you, Blue, please?” Joel is practically whimpering at you like a puppy and god, who are you to deny him?

“You ever had someone sit on your face, Joel?”

He nods. Good, you didn’t wanna freak him out. He’s not a virgin, but you didn’t think he was the most experienced either. “Stay there.”

You spread your legs over his face, carefully lowering yourself on him when he surprises you by grabbing your thighs and yanking you down. “Hungry boy” You chuckle, delighted with his excitement. He shows no interest in the slight scarring, if he was even paying enough attention to notice; he seemed preoccupied.

Joel devoured you whole, moving and working with your body as you ground yourself on his face. He felt good, he knew what he was doing, that was for sure. Even if he didn’t get out much, he certainly had the enthusiasm. “Fuck Joel, just like that… Just like that…” You’re sure to make sure he knows he’s doing good, you weren’t going to get wet on your own. His nose nudges along your fold as he sucks on your clit when you bend over, jacking him off. You’d love to 69 him -he deserved it- but you didn’t want him orgasming too soon, and the poor guy was already looking like he was just barely hanging on as it was. You cum in his mouth, shouting out his name as you grip his perfect cock tightly, so tight you can’t believe he didn’t spurt all over your hand but you would have forgiven him if he had with the feeling he gave you. Riding his nose and putty lower lip until you’re done taking all your pleasure.

When you flop over on the bed, Joel is on you in a second, lips sucking in yours desperately. He needs you, you can tell, but won’t ask for it. Joel isn’t the kind to take. He’s a giver. If you asked him to eat you out again he would, and would, and would until you’re ran dry and he’d just lay there, cock hard, cleaning you up. Because that was Joel.

But you weren’t going to do that to him. Because he deserved to know he was worthy of love, pleasure, happiness.

When you drop on top of him, encasing him in your lubed up, warm cunt. He opens you in a way you’ve never felt before, making you moan onto the stubbled jaw you were kissing, making you whimper in such a way he asked if you were okay. No one on this earth was a better man than Joel Miller.

You rode him, hands pressed against his firm pecs and stomach rubbing against his softness. All the lifting in the world wasn’t going to work his abs, and the man was living off junk and the real food Frank made for lunch. He’s soft around the edges. Joel is a whiny, moaning mess and you savor every single second of it. Breathing in his shuttered exhales, letting it be your breath of life no matter how your legs burned as you bounced. Thumbs to soft inner thighs, you gave until your heart burst.

“I love you.” You blurt out, voice shaking as you admit your feelings, perhaps too soon. You hold your breath, closing your eyes tight as your brace for rejection, or even more scary; his devotion. Upright and spearing yourself on his sweet dick, you continue your movements blindly.

Until you feel him rise up.

Joel surged towards you, wrapping your body up in one arm and gripping the back of your neck with the other hand. Chest to chest, lips to lips, body to warm, adoring body.

“I love you,” He fucks his hips up into your body, muttering against your lips and cheek. “I love you so much, Blue.” And you believe him.

Joel comes inside after you beg him for it. One orgasm is enough for you, you generally can’t twice but Joel does have you doubting that. He fills you up, clutching your ass and shoulders to him with fingers in your skin and face buried in your neck.

You wake up to your landline ringing.

“Hello?” You answer quietly, but Joel stirs anyway.

On the other side, you hear Tommy. “Hey Blue, Joel with you?”

“Yeah, everything okay?”

Joel is up, eyes wide recognizing his brother's voice. He likes the phone from you. “Tommy? You alright?”

“Jesus Joel, had me worried. Kayla called damn near every bar in town trying to get a hold of me.”

“Shit.” Joel mutters, sitting on the side of the bed. “Sarah okay?”

Tommy said he didn’t know, but Kayla had been trying to call him. Joel hung up, searching for his phone. After calling Sarah good night, it fell under the bed.

You watch him frantically call Kayla, being sure to keep quiet. You know his ex can get jealous and he doesn’t need more stress. He’s so clearly worried, and you are too. It’s 1:30 am, if Kayla is calling then something is wrong with Sarah. “Whats wrong? Where’s Sarah?”

“She won’t stop crying, Joel.” Kayla snaps at him. Is she just calling because Sarah’s crying?

Joel scrubs his face. “Kayla, did you try comforting her?”

“Of course I did, you fucking asshole” You didn’t like how she speak to Joel, and you seethed in your anger, mouth still shut. “She won’t stop screaming. You need to pick her up, I can’t fucking do this.”

Joel sighs, standing up. You begin gathering his things for him. He’s butt naked, dick swinging. “Jesus, okay, I’ll come get her. Just go hold her, okay? She gets scared at night.”

Kayla snapped at him, saying she’s aware.

He turns to you, apologetic. “I’m so-”

“Don’t you dare fucking apoligise, cowboy.” You toss him his briefs. “Sarah comes first, always. I’d do the same if I had a kid.”

He mumbles, redressing. “She always does this. Begs and cries about never seeing her, but sends her back early. Breaks Sarah’s little heart, you know? The uncertainty. She always dressed up so cute to see her mom, always brings her best art she makes at kindergarten, picture books she can read… even pretends to like Mariah Carey when she used to make me change the station. I can’t fucking take it.”

Your heart hurts for Sarah and Joel. Your own mom and dad never got you, even before coming out as trans or gay. You just were never right in their eyes. Years later, you start to think it was more about them than it was you. Who you are now is who you were always meant to be. You are happy. They are still miserable.

“Go get your daughter, Joel.” You kiss his cheek after he pulls his boots on. “Call me in the morning, or whenever you have time.”

He pauses, stopping to wrap his arms around you, strong and safe. “I meant every single word I said, Blue. I love you.”

“I know.” And you did.

After speeding on the empty roads, Joel makes it in record time, parking in front of some jacked up truck and knocking on the door. He didn’t want to ring in case Sarah fell back asleep. The door flung open to reveal and frazzled Kayla. “About time, she’s been screaming non stop!” She opened the door and Joel looked inside, not seeing her but hearing her scream frantically. Kayla was dressed in a flownsy night top and panties, makeup lightly on like she kept when she first started sleeping over at Joel’s parents.

“Where is she?” He follows the sound of her cries. She sounds absolutely batshit terrified, calling mommy, mommy, mommy. He’s unfamiliar with Kayla place. “Sarah? Where are you baby girl?”

The mommy’s switched to daddy’s with renewed vigor and Joel quickly found the room, running to it but finding the bedroom door locked. He jiggled it, hearing Sarah’s voice on the other end of sobbing for him. Something was wrong. “It’s okay, baby girl. I’m here. Daddy’s here.” He tried to sound calm but turned to Kayla, furious. “Why is the door locked.”

“Don’t raise your voice at-”

“KAYLA UNLOCK IT!”

Kayla grabbed the key from a table nearby, explaining as she unlocked it, Joel’s voice reassuring Sarah she was safe it was okay.

“She had a nightmare, said she saw you and Tommy die on that stupid fucking farm. Wouldn’t shut the fuck up when I tried to tell her you’re-”

As soon as it was unlocked Joel burst in, dropping to his knees to scoop up his baby and soothe her. Sarah continued to cry, but relief to it.

“I’m okay, my baby. I’m okay, so is uncle Tommy. I promise.” His hands felt her shampoo or conditioner soupy residue in there. Joel told her not to wash Sarah’s hair, that it was washed the night before but she didn’t listen. Kayla never took time with washing it, rinsing it properly.

After getting the number of the last bar that Kayla found Tommy at, he got a hold of his brother when Sarah was yet to be reassured her beloved uncle was alive.

“See Sare-Bear! I’m right as rain! I even promise to make you chocolate chip pancakes in the morning, even if your dad says no, okay?”

Sarah niffles, still clearly shook up and visible shaking in her barbie nightie, but better. “O-okay. You promise you’re not hurt?”

“Not one bit, never been better. Want me to come home?”

“No… no…” But she didn’t sound certain.

Once Sarah was reassured, Joel scooped her up. She clung to her dad, clutching his shirt in her little hands. Joel turned to Kayla with a glare. “You locked my daughter in her room when she thought her dad and uncle were D-E-A-D?” He spelled out, making Kayla roll her eyes.

“You cuddle her too much, you and Tommy both. She needs to learn to cry it out.”

“One, she’s 5 and had a horrible nightmare. Two, you literally called me!” Then, Joel heard a thump coming from another room and it made sense now. The truck, Kayla underwear and makeup. “Kayla. Do you have a man in the house right now?”

She looked like she was about to lie, then thought better of it. “What I do with my home is none of your business.”

He tried to keep calm, chest rising and falling in anger against Sarah, still gently sniffing. They had an agreement on this. “How long have you known this man.”

She crossed her arms defensively, “A few weeks.”

His jaw ticked. “You brought a man you barely know to sleep over while my daughter is here?” In anger, he turned around, walking to the door but Kayla shouted after him.

“Relax Joel! This ain’t even the first time! Sarah likes him, he’s nice, he-”

Whipping around, Joel took long footsteps towards Kayla, clutching Sarah who had begun crying again. Sarah knew when a fight was happening. “How long as this been going on? Do you leave her alone with him?” Then he realized… if Sarah met him, and never mentioned him… he took a deep breath. “Kayla. Did you tell my child not to tell her father about a man? Did you seriously tell her to keep a secret from me?”

Joel never ever said. “don’t tell mom.” Ever. His heart raced in fear about the potition she was put in. If Sarah didn’t think she could tell him about the man, if anything happened, she’d keep that a secret too.

“Joel, it’s not a -”

“Don’t! No more sleepovers Kayla! No more of this until you can stop doing stupid-”

Seeing the slap coming and bracing for it was the only thing keeping his face from rolling into Sarah’s head. His eyes remained closed, blurring with tears. Not of pain, but humiliation. Knowing Sarah just heard her mom hit her dad. He’d always managed to keep that shit away from her…

“What, are you gonna cry now?” She mocked, but Joel wouldn’t have it.

“Sarah, sweetie, say goodbye to mommy. We’re going home.”

Sarah waved goodbye, but didn’t speak. Joel took her into the car and buckled her safely in, pulling a blanket over her legs in her nightie. He’d send Tommy to get the rest of her things tomorrow. Right now, he needed to get Sarah home.

Joel laid in bed with her, holding Sarah close to him on the twin bed. He tried to lull her back to sleep, but she hadn’t stopped sniffling and gently crying the whole ride back, even as Joel tried to distract her.

“Why doesn’t mommy like me?” Sarah mumbled against Joel’s arm, her back to his chest.

“Oh baby…” He kissed her hair. “Your mommy loves you so, so much. She and I think you’re just the coolest kid ever.”

She thought on this for a while. “You know the bird I made in kindergarten? Where I glued the feathers?”

“Yes baby, I remember.”

“And the sheet where I wrote my name 5 times?”

“I remember, it looked so good.”

“I brought them… and last night I saw them in the trash.”

Joel’s eyes welled up with tear, tucking his face into her hair to hide it. “It must be an accident, Sarah. We get so many bills, it probably just got lost in the piles.”

“I put it on the fridge for her.”

“It must have fallen…” Joel hated lying to her, but… “You know, just the other day your mom called me to tell me how she’s so proud of you. How she thinks you’re the prettiest girl in the whole world and so, so smart.”

Sarah’s bedroom door cracked open, Tommy appearing.

“Hey Sare-bear” He spoke gently. “Got room for me?”

Joel scooched over and saw Sarah smiling for the first time. Daddy was comfort, but Uncle was joy. “Yes!!”

As Tommy took off his boots and jacket, Joel enlisted him to his lie. “Tommy, remember how her mom was telling us how proud she is of Sarah?”

Tommy got the jist. “Oh yeah, she’s always talk’n ‘bout you. Can’t get her to stop, really. Says you know more about dinosaurs than anyone else on the planet.”

“Yeah! Because I saw Jurassic Park!”

Joel shot Tommy a look but let it slide. At least Tommy doesn’t tell Sarah to keep secrets. “Yup. See baby? She loves you so much.”

“Good” Sarah yawned. “Because I love mommy. I wanna be just like her when I grow up.”

The three of them fell asleep like that on the twin bed. Sarah snuggled right up in her daddy’s arms, uncle Tommy on the other end holding her little hand.

In the morning, Tommy made them all chocolate chip pancakes.

Lets get on the fight Kayla club!!!!!

Tommy loves his neice....

Sarah is perfectly safe, I promise.

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fangirlingfromdownunder · 6 months

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Comfort in a Family Dinner

Summary - Part 58 in the Comfort series

Pairing - Dean Winchester x Reader, Reader x Sam (platonic), Reader x Bobby (father-figure), Andre (OG Character) x Reader (best friends), Garth x Bess, Sam x Eileen

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A/N: Sorry about the extended break, I ended up needing the week to recover from the trip and meeting J2 (the best weekend of my life FYI). If you ever get lucky enough to get the opportunity to go to a SPN convention, it’s definitely worth it. I loved every minute! But anyway, back to the story at hand…In my mind, the last chapter was gonna be the last one and then this week would be the epilogue. However, I love a good cliffhanger so I couldn’t resist. Looks like we get one more chapter with this lovely couple that I love so much.

While Dean finishes delivering the food to the table you go downstairs with Destiny to get the door. You discreetly check through the peephole in the door before nodding to your little girl and letting her twist the handle. You step back as she pulls the door open.

“Hi, Uncle Sammy!” She says as she runs over to hug his leg.

He kneels down to her height and pulls her into a tight hug. “Hey Kiddo. You gonna give me a tour of your new home?”

Despite having seen the house when he helped move a few of your larger furnishings over, he hasn’t seen the full house in all its glory. Destiny nods enthusiastically and pulls away, but not before grabbing his hand to lead him upstairs. Sam smiles at you and nods in greeting as he’s pulled past you. You smile back as they disappear up the stairs before turning and locking the door.

Once you get back upstairs, Destiny is showing Sam her room, so you go out to the patio where Dean’s leaning on the railing looking out over the dark forest. You quietly sneak up behind him and wrap your arms around his waist. He stiffens for a brief second before placing his hands over yours on his stomach.

“Hey, Sweetheart.”

“You feel tense, what’s on your mind?”

Dean spins around in your arms so he can wrap his arms around you and look you in the eyes. “Just a lot of changes at once.”

“You regret it?”

He shakes his head and kisses you softly. “Just adjusting. I am gonna miss the adrenaline of a good hunt. But, I’m where I want to be.”

“Once Sam and Eileen get their operation on its feet you’ll get to help them out. And it’s not like you’ll never hunt again. I’m sure the monsters won’t leave us alone forever. I just need you to come home safe. No more dying and being resurrected all the time. This family needs you. So, we just won’t seek it out. Plus, I’m sure we can find other ways for you to burn off your energy and get an adrenaline rush.”

“Yeah? Like?” Dean raises an eyebrow at you as he lets one of his hands wander over your ass cheek and squeezes lightly.

“Hey! You have company! We eating or what?” You hear Sam tease from the doorway.

“We were just waiting for you slowpoke,” Dean jeers back. He kisses you quickly before leading you over to the table and pulling out a chair for you. You smile at him gratefully as you sit down. He takes a seat beside you as Sam and Destiny sit on the opposite side of the table.

“Nice place you guys got here. I’m really happy for you. You both deserve to get out and get a taste of normal,” Sam says as he fills his plate.

“Thanks, Sam. We’re still raising a little wolf, so I don’t know how normal it is,” you say as you smile at Destiny as she bites into her rare steak. “But we’re happy and it’s progress. We wish you all the best for you and Eileen’s venture too. We’re here, whatever you need.”

“Thanks. We’re still working out all the details. That’s actually why she couldn’t come tonight, she’s meeting with some other hunters with Bobby. We want to make the Men of Letters Bunker back into what it once was; a hub of activity and a safe home base for others who grew up like us.”

“You’re gonna be a great leader, Sammy. If you ever need a soldier…” Dean adds with his mouthful, “But you have to promise that none of you hunter buddies, or hunters in training will know about or come after our little monster here. Whatever happens, we will handle it ourselves, as a family.” Dean gives you a stern look to make sure you understand his threat and agree.

You nod before giving Destiny a reassuring smile. Sam nods too. “If you’re still planning to go ahead with that appointment in a few weeks, then I guess this is the only niece I’m gonna get. So, I won’t let anything bad happen to her. You have my word. Family comes first, you taught me that. And family don’t end in blood.”

A comfortable quiet falls over the table as you all eat in peace, having got the few concerns out in the open.

Once you’re all finished eating, Sam helps Dean in the kitchen so they can talk alone while you get Destiny washed up and tucked into bed. Despite her desperate pleas to stay up with you guys, you stay firm by bedtime. Werewolf or not, she’s a child and you plan to raise her as such. You kiss her forehead and switch on the nightlight by her bed before switching off the overhead light and closing the door.

Back in the living room, Sam and Dean finish up cleaning the kitchen just as you come back to join them. Dean pulls you into his embrace the second you're close enough and kisses the top of your head. “She go down easy?”

“Nope, definitely tried her best debate skills. But it’s been a big day and she’s tired, it won’t take long.”

“Well, I’ll let you guys relax from your big day. Thanks for dinner,” Sam says.

“Anytime,” you say.

“Call first,” Dean adds as a warning.

“Of course. Have a good night guys, we’ll be in touch I’m sure.”

“You too, Sam. Try not to get too lonely in that big Bunker alone,” you say.

“I’ll be okay. Thanks.”

You and Dean walk him to the door and wait until his car disappears into the darkness before retreating back inside and locking the door behind you.

“Come on, let’s go to bed,” Dean says with his arm wrapped around your waist as he leads you back upstairs.

“Let’s take a bath first,” you counter.

Dean raises his eyebrow, “Or…We could try out the hot tub?”

“Sounds good to me.” You lean up to peck his cheek.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

A/N: Another shorter one to end us off. Let me know if you want an epilogue next week. I hope you’ve all enjoyed reading this story as much as I have enjoyed writing it.

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Hiiii @edwrite-munson here! Could you do ‘wearing each others clothes’ from 30days for Eddie? They wear his t shirt or jacket/battle vest and he wears maybe a hoodie or accessories of theirs?! It’s one of the cutest tropes and I’d esp love to see hellfire reactions to it!!! 🖤🖤 tysm!

Wearing Each Other’s Clothes

Summary: When hiding your relation from your brother a mix up happens.

Trope: Eddie x Henderson!Reader; Established relationship

A/N: HIII @edwrite-munson I hope this is what you hope for if you would like me to re do it please let me know <3

Warning: Cussing, fluff, kissing,use of y/n

Word count: 1.3k

30 Day Challenge: Day 10 Send requests <3

Eddie sneaked into your room once again last night he claimed that it was because he heater wasn’t working but he just wanted to be with you, and it was really cold in the trailer. He loved watching you do you night routine, he loved the way you smelled after a shower, he loved hopping into those showers, he loved being with you. His favorite though was sleeping next to you, being tangled up, having you scent all around him, that was the main reason he comes at night, he would never tell you but you knew. You were awoken by your little brother banging on the down “Y/N ARE YOU UP WE ARE GOING TO BE LATE” SHIT “Yea be right down” you shake Eddie “Eddie up up” “Mhm” “I’m sorry I forgot to put on my alarm and we are going to be late” he got up a put on his clothes he opened the window to sneak back out “Shit it is cold” he said Here you handed him a sweater “This should keep you warm” his stared at you with a love sick smile “Y/N!!” “Go Go” you whispered pushing him out. When you saw Eddie run off to his van you opened the door and ran to the living room “Geesh Dusty with all that screaming you should join the cheer squad” “Whatever lets go- where did you get that shirt” you looked down at your shirt a black Iron Maiden shirt it was Eddie’s “Oh I always loved them duh” “Since when” “Uh that doesn’t matter right now we are going to be late” you turned around to change your shirt but Dustin grabbed your hair “No we are late” Shit you are wearing Eddie’s shirt. Wait what shirt is he wearing.

Eddie didn’t want to drive all the way back to his place then back when he as to pass the school anyway so might as well be there on time, so he didn’t have time to change. He walked up to Garth and Jeff “My minions nice too see you so early in the morning” “Holy shit your here early” “Yea you know what they say you have to break the loop” Gareth looked Eddie up and down “New jacket” he asked “Oh” he looked at himself “Yea kinda I um found it in the back on my closet” “Whats this” Gareth went to Eddie’s, well your, jacket pocket and pulled out a necklace and a bright yellow scrunchie. “So these are yours too?” he questioned “Yea they are” they both looked at him “It is a pretty cool looking necklace alright and my hair get in my face and this was the cheapest thing at the moment so” “Whatever you say man” he saw you out the corner of his eye and smirked. He put on your necklace, he bought you it on your second date one of his favorite memories with you. You were wearing your jacket, but the zipper was broken, so you had to cover up your, Eddie shirt. You looked at Eddie and saw he was with his friends. You wanted to tell him about the shirt mix up because you weren’t sure it he knew or changed. But you couldn’t just walk up to him because no one knows about you two.

You met Eddie through Dustin, of course everyone knew of Eddie “The Freak” Munson but you never talked to him before Dustin. Seven grade wasn’t your year, too much family drama happened it effected your mental health and school so you were held back. It was your Senior year you were 19, your little brother was a freshman your mom had work so you had two pick him up from his new club Dustin introduce you to Eddie then remembered he left his dice, that left you too together, then the more you pick up Dustin the more you talked then he asked you out. You both had different reasons for wanting to keep your relationship a secret, you didn't want to upset Dustin, Eddie didn't want you to get hurt for being the "freaks" girlfriend. Also the thrill of sneaking around was fun.

You quickly torn out a piece of paper and wrote down a note, Eddie was on the outside of his friends so you quickly walked by him placing the note in his open hand, he grabbed it before it could fall and shoved it in his, your, pocket. When he sat down in class he opened it, “Meet me at our spot passing period urgent” his body ran cold urgent that could mean anything he was worried the whole period Did your mom see him? Did Dustin see him? You still love him right? When the bell rang he ran to your spot and he never ran. You beat him to the spot seeing a out of breath Eddie was a sight “What” *breath* “Happened” *breath* You opened you jacket to show your shirt, his shirt, “Aw babe” “No aw babe what shirt are you wearing” “My iron maiden one- oh" he pulled up the sweater and bright blue appeared “How did you grab a bright blue shirt compared to your black one” “I don’t know I was scared that Dustin was going to bust the door down- here changed back-” ring “There goes the warning bell we have to get to class if we want to graduate also Dustin already saw me in the shirt and I am not changing out in the open” “Yea I wouldn’t want any one to see your tits so” “Eddie- let just get to class”

Eddie’s second period class was like a sauna he was about to take of the jacket then he remembered he is wearing your shirt, also you are wearing his and that gave him a oegy gooey feeling. He put his hands in your pockets, found the scrunchie and put his hair in a bun. Lunch time role around he was sweating his ass off. He got to his table and sat in his spot “Fuck is anyone else hot” “You are wearing a sweater take it off” he forgot and took it off. You saw it from across the room Eddie wearing your bright yellow scrunchie in his hair, he looked so cute, then he was grabbing the bottom of your jacket. NOO He took it off. The boys looked at him “What” “What are you wearing” shit “Um-” “Hey my sister as a shirt just like that…crazy she is wearing an Iron Maiden shirt that looked just like the one your wore yesterday ” Dustin’s voice got lower the more he realized “You are wearing her necklace and her hair tie and shirt and she” he looked at him. “Are you dating my sister” “Dustin” “Yes or no” “Yes I’m sorry buddy-“ “Yay it worked” “What worked” you asked slowly walking to the table “Oh my plan” “Plan?” You and Eddie said together “Yea the plan to get you too together do you really think I forgot my dice every time” “Why me though” Eddie asked “I thought you would be a amazing brother in law so I already tried with Steve but that didn’t work out” “I don’t even want to know” Eddie said “So you going to sit here now” Eddie asked you “Sure but there are no seats” “I got one right here” he said patting his lap “Oh please no PDA” Dustin said “Oh like this you said” kissing Eddie “Stop my eyes” “You wanted this remember” “Just do it on your own time” “Oh we do how to you think the shirt mix up happened” Eddie said “Gross” The rest of Hellfire stared “Eddie as a girlfriend” "Yea keep up with the program" Eddie told him

Dustin started regretting his plan after lunch.

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imzsuzsis-blog · 6 months

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"On behalf of my family, Lando Norris, I'm asking for the full truth now!" I stood behind him while he threw himself into the bin, because sightseeing was the obligatory program today and this was the third bin he threw into. "I'm saying that I'm not pregnant with some kind of virus. You're just imagining it, I won't deny that. That I'm gay and that Ollie and I had a rough time, but we're still a couple." I smiled back at Alex and shoved the test back into my belt pouch. Don't let him see that I lied to him. "Shit, did you see Lando?" George became serious and became engaged to his girlfriend." "What were you gossiping about?" "Congratulations, man, that's a big word." "Thanks, Lando, when did you tell our little three that you were probably pregnant?" "Lando, I told you that's what you said yesterday in Swedish, you flat idiot!!!" "It's good that I'm pregnant from Ollie, but the breakup was very rough, the boys don't want to talk about it, let's sit down somewhere and celebrate the engagement."

"I'm a fool, I let the boy I love go." I twirled the racket and at least tried not to throw it, but once I almost managed to hit Logan in the face. "Ugh, I'm sorry, my thoughts wandered somewhere else." "Paul is your boyfriend, that is, the one with whom you made the news." "Logan, it's not true, you made this up and you spread or spread the rumor about me, it's not false." ,.I have no relations with the f2 field, they said that you were dating him and he was quite angry about the kiss, who did it happen to?" "Fuck you that me and Lando kissed, you fucking have nothing to do with it, you Florida bastard!!!!" I ran out in anger, laid down on the floor and could hardly breathe. Logan freaked me out, he's the gossiper, but I really can't stand it in that field. "Paul pick it up!!!!"

In front of the cattle, I was in the hotel room and I was video chatting with my girlfriend who was there with Bali Carlos's girlfriend and they say that they really like each other... They can't stand each other. Apparently, one of the queens of OnlyFans reached out to Carlos. He is already sick of this app, as are many of us in the field, especially Lando or Alex, although Lando tried it, but he thinks there are so many whores and cock-hanging him prostists up there that he deleted it, so he doesn't date here if he wants someone for himself, he also tried the apps, but they failed miserably there more than once he walked out of the date himself, the subject wanted to kidnap him and drag him out to make him a prostitute, but he was also transgender, he keeps in touch with him to this day, but unfortunately most of them were whores who only wanted Lando's money, so that's all about Tinder. "Sorry, but that was really optional." "Charles can't go without throwing up." "I'll leave you... Calm down, Lando, it will definitely be over one day, don't worry about it too much." "That's not the problem, but Kelly, you know. DR Yin said she started to worry if I didn't only have acne in the morning anymore. Now it's half past two and I've been throwing up for half the day and I don't even know how many Tokyo trash cans are full of what I had for breakfast today." "Fuck it, I'll call the ambulance then, it's bad, not only your health is important now, but the health of the people inside is even more important!!!"

In the hospital, I didn't even understand what the doctor was talking about. I looked at her, then at Charles, who was shrugging because I think he thought the same thing as me, he thought I was pregnant by him. We started pointing out that no, I am not from him, but from another boy who is younger than me. I felt that someone other than Charles would hold my shoulder and bring me heart trouble. "My mother Loki, the heartache that hit me was terrifying." ,,Lando will say hello if we already dated yesterday..." ,,Hi, I've only vomited for almost half a day, you poor trash, and you know I'm afraid that my beans will hurt. I'm about five weeks pregnant, but that's not fixed either." "Thank you, he said that he can tell you at any time that you are seven weeks old, not five." ,,MR Norris calm down, thanks for the information about you now deep air guys from outside..." I looked at him, I couldn't believe it. "Fetus, fetus?" "Tears of joy or sorrow?" "Ecstasy is more there, my little one." "Look at one there and the other there, but wait with him if it doesn't get absorbed by the twins, but it seems to me that it won't." I held my face at the news, my brain couldn't place the news, it was good and bad. "Do you hear?" "Yes, I can hear their tiny heartbeats." I wanted to go out and nyakuba fell over, but I didn't go, I took the little rest I had, I saw how he was wiping the jelly from my stomach, I stood up, took everything and went out. "Why did you send us out?" Silnetly fell to the necks with a tearful face, I couldn't say what to say, "Gemini, now the other is not willing to give up."

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hi hii !!! i have such bad bcb brainrot ever since the game came out so i was just wondering if you guys had a favorite LIs just in general or ones that were your favorites to write, develop, etc etc yknow ?? I can’t tell if you have biases or not😭😭

AGHHH ANON that's like asking us to choose between our kids. But I'm glad you can't tell because I know I don't enjoy things where the author has a clear preference, or otomes where they make it clear one boy is more "canon" than the others, because I always wind up liking a guy more off the beaten path. We like to view them all as equally valid.

But to try to answer your question in some form...and there's no way I'll be able to just talk about one boy without complimenting them all...I think of the LIs my favorite overall character is Poptart. He's too adorable and my fellow mello and I loved writing his story. But we both love Tom and acknowledge he's closest to our IRL type. I also love Tom with Cadence...and I also love Clark with Cadence because I enjoy rivals to lovers and tsunderes (his final CG makes me cry the most)...and I really really enjoyed writing Peter's chemistry and banter with Cadence. And Sam I have a soft spot for because he's quiet and subtly savage and super relatable with his love of music. Garth and Doug probably grew on me the most. Garth, when we gave him more flaws and a darker side, and Doug because I fell more for the himbo trope over time. Doug was like the shallow meme guy at first, but really came together as we went deeper with him, and he's one of the guys who makes us laugh the most.

Sorry to go on and on, everyone needs some kind of yearbook superlative hahaha. We love all of them for different reasons. <3

#ask bcb

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ladylooch · 6 hours

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Will David answer questions on the teams podcast about his relationship with Mack Hischier?

David does not talk about Mack when they are dating. At all. Ever. ( see below). After they are engaged though, he is happy to discuss her. Once they are married, he is full on “my wife” guy. Cannot shut up about her. Every other answer starts with “well, my wife says” or “My wife and I were talking about…”

Let’s see more below about his response when they are dating...

In a sound proof media room, David Carlson stretches out his long legs beneath the table. He clasps his fingers together, leaning back in his chair as he lists off answers to the rapid fire questions the two podcast hosts are shooting at him.

“Last Binge Watch?”

“Ah…” He thinks about what him and Mack are watching. “Brooklyn 99.”

“Nice! Favorite musician?”

“I’m an old school guy. Big into Garth Brooks right now.”

“Okay. Favorite thing to do on an off day.”

Have his face buried in Mack’s tits. He grins and blinks that thought away quickly.

“Go for a walk or meet up with friends. I can’t sit still for long. It’s the farm kid in me.”

The rapid fire questions have done a good job breaking the ice. David doesn’t love doing these things but knows he has certain obligations he has to do from time to time. He would rather do this than be pulled out of the locker room between periods.

The questions begin to shift from quick hits to longer, hockey focused ones. David fills them in on his trajectory to the show, what college was like, and if he really goes back to Iowa and works the farm every summer.

“What do you mean do I really do that?” David shoots back, cracking up. “Yeah, man. I really go work my farm in the summer. I've got pictures if you need 'em."

“That is insane. How do you do that and play hockey at such a high level? That is two high intensity jobs.”

“I’ve got staff. My farm manager, Felix, looks after the place for me. Couldn’t do it without him. We’ve got a group of farm hands, but mostly in the winter it’s maintenance and getting ready for the next season. Pretty cold. I’m glad I get to miss that part of the year. But yeah, it's my family farm, I grew up on it and couldn't see myself selling it off for someone else to run that land."

“Wow, that’s crazy. Do you ever sleep?”

“No.” He answers immediately, smirking.

David and the hosts chuckle in unison.

“I have a great group of people back home who help. If I have to head back East early, my buddies Cody and Trevor will come help the group get the farm ready for harvest. I’m lucky. Nothing better than a small town helping each other out.”

“Speaking of harvest and fall activities…. what’s Thanksgiving dinner like for you and Woody?"

“What?” David asks, raising his eyebrow.

“I don’t know that they would celebrate Thanksgiving? They're Swiss.” The other host questions.

“Yeah, I guess, let's start there do you celebrate Thanksgiving? Cause Woody’s wife and your girlfriend are sisters.”

“Yeah, they’re half American tho.” David answers with an awkward laugh. He didn't see this going in that direction.

“Who cooks dinner?”

“Woody and his wife. I pick up the pie wherever Lucie Wood tells me too. That’s about all I’m good at contributing. Woody is a really good cook though. Him and Lucie kept me fed most of the time the last few years because we lived in the same building.”

“Is that how you and your girlfriend met?” The directness about Mack makes David shift in his chair. He reaches up, rubbing at his nose to hide his awkward lip scrunch.

“Sorry, boys but we aren’t going to go there today. I’m gonna keep that part of my life off the pod. She deserves her privacy.”

“Oh shoot, sorry man. Didn’t mean to intrude.” The hosts genuinely answer. "We can cut that out."

“No worries.” David waves the concern away. He isn’t upset that they asked about her, but he isn’t going to say anything else about her. Mack has been clear that unless there is something more permanent between them- like a ring- she won’t be talking about him publicly. He feels it’s fair to respect her wishes in this space too.

David plans on telling Mack as much when he stops by her place after work. She swings the door open then shoots herself into his awaiting arms. She has had work events the last two days and they haven’t seen each other. He breathes her in then maneuvers his face to kiss hers.

“Mmm.” She sighs, then threads her fingers through his hair. Her hands grip his head, keeping his head to hers to kiss him again. “I’m gonna ignore what’s in your mouth right now cause I missed you so much.”

“Shit. Sorry.” He mutters. He uses his tongue to pull the tobacco pouch from his cheek. He meant to toss it as he was walking in but Ron distracted him with pictures of his newest grandchild.

“It’s fine. I guess. Cause you're cute and all.” She rolls her eyes at him teasingly. “How was your day?” She saunters back towards the kitchen, giving David a nice show of her ass in her blue leggings.

“Good.” He murmurs distractedly. It isn’t until she rounds the island that he is able to raise his eyes away from her peach of an ass.

“Nice.” She laughs. David shrugs. “How did the podcast go?”

He had mentioned it to her earlier in the day, saying he was staying at the rink later and wouldn’t be able to catch lunch with her. Another reason to hate having media obligations: less time with his girl.

“It was good.” He murmurs, reaching into her bowl of popcorn and popping a kernel in his mouth. “This dinner?”

“No I ordered Indian.”

“Cool.” He nods, then grabs a handful. “Ah, they tried to ask me about you.”

“Really?” She turns to him with a scrunched look on her face. “Why?”

“Baby, it’s so funny to me that you have no idea who you are in the hockey world.”

“Is it that I don’t know or that I don’t care?” David raises his eyebrows in a ‘fair’ response. “What did you say?”

“I said I wasn’t going to talk about ya.” He walks behind her, letting his hand cup her ass as he goes. He opens her fridge and pulls out a Coke. He wants a beer, but he has been lagging too much ass on the ice this week to be hitting the sauce.

“Thank you.” She smiles at him, clearly appreciating that he understands where the line is for her.

“Didn’t want you to get all embarrassed about dating a dumb hockey player.”

“You know that’s not it.”

“I know, honey.” He says, coming back to her. This time he grips her ass in both hands. “How was your day?”

“Good.” She smirks at him, purposefully keeping her answer short as she works her hands under his t-shirt to touch his abs. “Dinner is still a half hour away…”

“Hmm, what should we do?” He mumbles against her lips. She grips the waistband of his jeans and begin to tug him back towards the bedroom. He halts her with his hands on her hips. “What we gonna do in there that we can’t do here?”

Then he swoops her up into his arms to lay her back on the hard floor.

Yeah, this part of his life is just for him.

#mackdavid au

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What advice would Mera and Arthur give teenage Garth if Roy was bullying him

Sorry that it has taken me so long to answer this, but to be honest, I've had a hard time formulating a response to it. I feel like there's so many different nuances that I have to explain and I don't even know where to start...

Okay, I suppose I'll try to answer the base ask first: They probably wouldn't have much advice for him. It would probably be something along the lines of "ignore him" or "try not to worry about it." Unfortunately, I doubt that either Mera or Arthur would have much good advice for him in a situation like that.

Beyond that, it really makes me want to ramble about Roy and Garth's early relationship because it is so messy and complicated. To be honest, Garth really wasn't around Roy all that much during his teenage years. They converged on a few missions through the Teen Titans, sure, but after Roy joined the team permanently, there wasn't all that many times that Garth got to interact with him. (Retcons have changed this a little bit, but.... I prefer this version...) In those few interactions they had, most of them were negative. Roy had a lot going on in his life and that caused him to lash out at people. This wasn't fair to them, mind you, but he did it to just about everyone.

Eventually, Roy started to grow a lot as a person and stopped being so much like that. The other Titans got to see his growth and they all grew pretty close. But since Garth was absent most of the time, he didn't get to bond with Roy the same way the other Titans did.

Because the very limited interactions they had were mostly negative, Garth held onto the idea that Roy was a total jackass and specifically didn't like him.

On Roy's side, that's not at all true. Yeah, Roy was definitely a douchebag when he was younger, but he does not hate Garth. The things he said to Garth that came off negatively weren't specifically about Garth. He would have said it to anyone in those situations.

When they started to interact as adults, they held two VERY different views of how their relationship was. Garth thought Roy not-so-secretly hated him (and also thought he was racist towards Atlanteans), and Roy probably felt fairly neutral towards Garth but also had a little bit of nostalgia about him by proxy when talking about the old Teen Titans. I think that he WANTED to be closer with Garth, so he defaulted to the old jokes and jibes that seem to have worked for the other members regarding Garth.

Garth... wasn't fantastic at standing up for himself when he was younger, so he didn't make it very clear how much those comments upset him. He would tell Roy to stop, but never really enforced it much, thus allowing Roy to think it was all part of the little "game" between them. He thought he was coming off as affectionate in his teasing, and Garth never set the boundaries in an adult fashion to make it clear how much he didn't like it. (That isn't to say that Roy shouldn't have stopped when asked-- he just didn't understand HOW serious it was.)

That was until Gargoyle manipulating their emotions sort of forced them to confront this whole thing. I very much wish that comics meta hadn't made it so the confrontation became slightly moot after that point. Regardless, Roy's reaction to Garth actually telling him what he thought about him/his actions is VERY telling about Roy as a character and how he viewed all of their interactions.

They still clashed after this, but also had some very interesting conversations where they were able to meet in the middle.

If I were in charge of writing for them, I would LOVE to go and explore their relationship more and build off of that conflict. I would love to set up a situation where they are forced to confront this stuff again.

I'm off topic now tho.... But my point here being that Roy really didn't bully Garth in the classic sense. He absolutely DID put Garth down and make him feel awful, but the vast majority of it came from misunderstandings, miscommunication, and simply not being around each other much. So many of their issues could be resolved if they just TALKED.

So idk if the opportunity for Garth to ask Arthur or Mera advice on this would even arise, necessarily? Garth didn't really talk to them about this kind of stuff, and also the situation was far more complex than your typical childhood bullying.

I hope this provides at least a somewhat satisfactory answer! And sorry that I don't have more specific things to say on the Arthur/Mera front!

#Dan Says Shit #Garth #Roy Harper #Arthur Curry #Mera

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waywardmoeyy · 25 days

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Hell on Earth - Part 20

Castiel x F!Reader

Warnings: suspense, general gross descriptions of zombies, that’s really it I think. Oh, and it’s poorly edited. Sorry. This series is 18+. Minors DNI.

A/N: What??!! A new chapter?? After how many YEARS?? Yes, I’m writing again. And yes, I’m picking up this and other series where they left off.

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Snapping teeth and hungry groans grew closer as you hurried for the front door. Cas was right behind you, his breaths heavy with fear.

Geez, how did this many creatures get into the house? Were the other houses the same? Were the others okay? A million questions flooded you as you tried to focus on the dozens of zombies in your home.

Your eyes fixed on the front door, where four flesh-eating monsters stood between you and, well, possible freedom. You were sure the hoard had swarmed the compound by now, but that was a door you would open when you got there… if you got there.

A hand gripped yours and pulled you to towards the door. “C’mon, Y/N. We need to get out of here.”

Your breath huffed as you lurched forward. “And what? Run into the infested neighborhood? Live in the forest? What about the other—“ you swiped your machete at a zombie, knocking it to the floor, as a brilliant idea crossed your mind. “Cas, we need to lure them away!”

Cas’ gaze snapped to you. His large knife stood at the ready in his free hand.

“Lure them? With what?” Great question. You hasn’t gotten that far.

You could grab a car and honk until they follow you. But the horns, if they worked, wouldn’t be loud enough. That kind of sound wouldn’t travel well in the forest.

Cas’ hand left yours and reached for the door. He twisted the knob and yanked the solid wool open, revealing a hellscape.

“There’s hundreds of them,” Cas murmured in awe. Bobby, Garth, and a few of the others were standing their ground, mostly with melee weapons. But they weren’t going to win. Not by a long shot.

You turned back towards the house, just in time to see a monster creeping up on Cas. You swung your machete, clocking it in the forehead and sending it crumbling to the ground. Cas spun just as it collapsed. He stared, stunned.

“Where the hell do we go from here?” Cas shouted over the snarls. You searched around the visible part of the compound, your eyes locking on an old friend. It was crazy, but it was something. You had to do something.

“Follow me!” You shouted, taking off before Cas could respond. Hesitantly, he followed you, his tattered boots stomping in your trail right as you left the porch.

You stopped just a few feet from your target, grinning. Sometimes, you were absolutely brilliant.

Cas stopped at your side. “The ambulance?” You nodded, eyeing a zombie that was slowly approaching on your left.

“We get this thing going, run the sirens, and lure the creatures out of here. They love noise, and will be drawn to it. Even if only some follow us, hopefully the rest of the gang can take out the stragglers.” You gripped your machete and swung to your left, taking out the zombie as it got too close.

“The glass is gone. We’ll have to be careful.”

You nodded and smiled. “We just need to make sure we are a little faster than they are.”

Cas peered over at you, grinning. “Alright, boss. Let’s so this.”

“What the fuck is that sound?” Dean boomed as he clocked another zombie in the temple with the sharp end of a hammer. “Is that—“

“Sounds like a siren,” Sam responded, a knife in each hand.

“It’s the fucking ambulance!” Garth beamed from the top of the stairs, as he peered out from the second floor window. “And I have a good idea who is behind that wheel.”

Dean stopped and spun, finding his brother wiping out the last zombie on the bottom floor. He spun to the large bay window to his left and gazed out to the front yard. There were at least a hundred zombies, but they weren’t heading for the houses anymore. Most of them had turned back towards the open, battered gate, making their way out of the compound.

Garth joined Dean’s side, grinning. “That Y/N is a fucking badass,” he commented as his eyes caught the red lights of the ambulance.

Dean nodded as his eyes followed the lights of the emergency vehicle. The ambulance slowly made its way out the front gates, rolling over the charred remains of the fires you had set not to long before.

His eyes then shot to Bobby, Ellen, Jo, and the others jogging towards the house, taking out a few straggling monsters on their way in.

“Are you seeing this shit?” Bobby huffed as he entered the home. “They don’t even have a fucking windshield! Dumbasses—“

“It’s working, Bobby. They’ll be fine.” Dean interrupted. “But I don’t want them out there alone. Garth, Ellen, go grab another car and follow them. We don’t know how much hoard is still out there. They may need back-up.” The two nodded, then headed for the cars.

“Has anyone seen Chuck or Gabriel?” Sam asked, peering around.

“They were in the supply house last I saw,” Jo answered, pointing next door.

“Go make sure they are okay and fill them in on the plan. Meg, Bobby, you two inspect the wall. Kill any monsters in your path. Sam and I will keep going at any that remain.” Everyone nodded in agreement and went their way. Then, Sam turned to Dean.

“Don’t you think it’s a little odd that an entire heard just, I dunno, rammed into our compound? I don’t think they would have done that without something luring them here.” Sam let out a deep sigh. “It seems weird.”

Dean nodded. “Yeah, something definitely stinks. But, for now, we need to focus on clearing the place. Then, we can play detective.”

You gripped the steering wheel, thankful that someone had cleared the glass from the seat since you drove this baby back to the compound. Cas threw his head out the window every few minutes, making sure your plan was working.

And so far, it was.

A chuckle left Cas’ lips as he turned to you. “This is crazy, but crazy brilliant. Where are we leading them to?”

You hadn’t really thought that far.

“Uh, as far as we can?” You glanced in what was left of your side mirror. “At least we have a ride back when we find a good spot.” You smiled at the sight of Garth and Ellen not far behind. You waved them forward so they led the way. There was no use having them between you and the creatures.

“Smart shit, Y/L/N! Let’s get these creeps out of here!” Garth shouted over the wailing siren. You grinned and nodded, then followed as he moved ahead on the road.

After about five minutes, Cas turned to you. You peered over at him, taking in his deep expression.

“What’s on your mind?” You questioned casually. He narrowed his gaze out the non-existent windshield.

“Where did this hoard come from? There’s no way they just appeared and happened to find us.” Cas poked his head out the window and turned to watch the hoard of monsters following you. “I don’t know. I don’t believe it.”

You nodded. “I agree. Something is fishy here. But, for now, let’s just focus on getting them out of here. There’s—“ Something in the tree line caught your eye. “Did you see that?”

“See what?” Cas furrowed his brow as he glanced around.

“There was something moving behind those trees.” You pointed to your two o’clock position.

Cas followed your gaze. “Could it be a bear? Or a deer?” You shook your head.

“I don’t know. I don’t think so. It looked humanoid.”

“Maybe it was a zombie checking out the noise.” Cas settled back in his seat. You sighed, not convinced. “I don’t see anything now.”

“I think it would have joined the party if it was a zombie. Well, whatever it was, just keep your eyes peeled.” You nodded at Cas, who nodded back. Then, you continued forward with your plan, hoping it was crazy enough to actually work.

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tellthemeerkatsitsfine · 1 month

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Sorry to give more attention to something that sucks, but I figure I'm not the only one who'd rather know than not know about a comedian I like in a case like this - remember last year, when Richard Ayoade gave that supportive quote on the cover of Graham Linehan's book? And it was disappointing, I figured that even if it's what I assume happens regularly with books like this, where they'll just get whatever famous friends they have to give some positive quote for the cover, even if those friends haven't read the book - even if it was that, that still sucks on Richard Ayoade's part, if he signed off on that for a book like this. But hey, maybe he just doesn't follow the news of which old colleagues of his have lost their minds on social media, maybe he didn't think that much about it, maybe he didn't even know what the book was about, maybe he didn't even write that quote himself. Still sucks, but doesn't necessarily mean all that much.

I fortunately wasn't a sufficiently invested fan of Richard Ayoade to be hugely upset about it. I mean, I wasn't happy. I find him very funny on panel shows and I think Garth Marenghi's Darkplace was a masterpiece. I am, however, sort of pleased that the fact that Richard Ayoade sucks now makes it more acceptable for me to say I've always found The IT Crowd overrated. Also, while he can be very very funny when he's good, his persona does get grating after a while (especially given that... look, if he's going to express support for a man who's so against people changing their outer markers to affect how they're perceived, it's worth noting that it's not his real voice). It annoys me that the running joke on Catsdown is how he's so good at it because he's such a nerd, and they keep doing that joke even though he does badly in all the games. He's not really that smart, he just puts on glasses and a nasal voice and identifies as a nerd. He often doesn't even seem like his heart is really in the persona, I think he just played one nerd in 2006 and then got typecast and stuck doing it forever. Garth Marenghi was still a masterpiece though.

Anyway, I've just been pointed to an episode of Gyles Brandreth's podcast from a few weeks ago, where Richard Ayoade featured as a guest and discussed Linehan. I listened to the relevant passage and can confirm that he did know what he was talking about when he gave that quote for the book, he talks about how Graham Linehan has been doing good work and treated unfairly, and has been accused of transphobia but really it's about women's rights. Thought I'd share that for the information of anyone who likes Richard Ayoade and, like me, would rather know that not know if a comedian we like is saying stuff like that. Sorry again for giving it more attention. I briefly considered posting the clip, but I don't think I need to spread the actual audio around - if you, like me, like to hear things from the actual source rather than relying on out-of-context secondhand accounts, you can hear it yourself on the Ayoade episode of the Rosebud podcast. But I don't really recommend doing that.

I'd love to say I'm not too upset by the Ayoade news because I don't do that kind of parasocial putting celebrities on pedestals, to the point where I'd be upset about them turning out to be bad. But that's not true, there are plenty of comedians to whom I have some scraps of faith in humanity tied, and those rare scraps would disappear if my favourite comedians came out in support of Graham Linehan. Richard Ayoade's just not one of them. It was Matthew Holness who made Garth Marenghi so great anyway. And he did a far better job in one scene than Richard Ayoade did in four seasons, of playing a nerd in an 00s sitcom that was created by a guy who's now an awful transphobe. Even in a niche as small as that, Richard Ayoade doesn't win.

In order to make this post not 100% about terrible people being terrible, I'm going to take this somewhat tenuous excuse to talk about Richard Ayoade's best friend from Cambridge, who is far better than Richard. A couple of years ago, I went to make one of my little Bugle compilations, it got out of hand as I kept adding stuff to it, and I accidentally made a feature film. I entitled it A Groundhog Day of Hatred, as it chronicled the saga of John Oliver vs. Sarah Palin, every time their careers regrettably crossed paths. In September 2023, I updated that film with a few further bits, and released a second edition, which runs at 78 minutes. It's too many minutes.

To accompany the second edition, I thought it would be funny to create a movie poster. I got one quote from the excellent @lastweeksshirttonight, but thought it needed another quote, as all good promotional images are accompanied by quotes of famous people talking up the work. I realized that actually, John Oliver's old friend/Footlights teammate had recently given one of those promotional quotes that, by coincidence, would work just as well to describe my movie as it did to describe the work that that quote was originally used to promote. In fact, it would work even better. Because the story of John Oliver trying to cover Sarah Palin's political career really is the tale of a hero's harrowing journey, unlike Linehan's shit book.

So basically, if you find Richard Ayoade's political views disappointing, you can just look at that quote he gave Graham Linehan's book, and imagine he was instead describing this:

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Hellooo 💕

For the wip ask game I’d love to know more about Neil and aggressive omegas💕💕💕💕💕

Omg so sorry I missed your ask! Thank you for taking interest 💕

I'm gonna assume 'Neil' is autocorrect and you actually meant nwil haha It's short for 'not what it looks (like)' and it's a 4+1 polycule Teen Titans story where Jason, Tim, Damian and Duke each think that Dick is dating someone else and they caught the suppoused SO "cheating".

We have Duke thinking Dick is dating Wally and then seeing Wally with Artemis, Jason thinking he's dating Roy and seeing Roy with Kory, Tim thinking Dick's dating Joey and seeing him with Garth and Damian thinking he's dating Kory and seeing her with Donna. Cass and Steph are not in because they know they're in polycule lmao

The +1 is when they all decide to tell Dick that his suppoused SO is cheating on them and they make it a big thing with calling everyone into one room to announce it. The best thing is, Bruce had no idea at all that Dick is dating anyone and now he's learning that he's dating not one but multiple partners haha

A snippet;

Wally was Dick's boyfriend. They didn't exactly announce it when Wally was introduced to him but Duke would have to be completely stupid not to see it. The way they were always pressed close, the mere way they looked at each other with so much love and trust. So of course Bruce had to hate Wally. Of course Damian, who often acted like a guard dog when it came to Dick, hated him too and both Tim and Jason acted disgusted by all their flirting. And they flirted <i>a lot</i>. "Come on, babe." Wally whined into Dick's shoulder. He had his arms wrapped tightly around Dick's waist and was doing his best to distract him from cooking. Duke, who came to the kitchen to do his homework in peace, pretended not to even notice them. "Just this once." "No, Walls." Dick laughed, swatting at him with a spatula. "And don't try to change my mind about this, it won't work." "Are you sure?" Wally purred. Duke lifted his head just in time to see the way he slipped his thumb under Dick's shirt to stroke at his bare hip. "I heard I can be very convincing." "Not in front of my baby brother." Dick scolded and actually hit Wally's arm this time. Duke blushed and lowered his head sharply. "Oh, come on, I'm not even doing anything." Wally grumbled but came back to simply hold Dick's waist. "And Duke doesn't mind, right dude?" "I don't even know what you're talking about." He denied, scribbling furiously in his notebook. "Yeah, sure." Dick drawled sarcastically, before adding. "You don't have to put up with his bullshit, Duke. You can just tell him what a loser he is, like everyone else does. He won't even mind." "Hey! You love this loser!" "Do I?" Dick teased with a smile. His eyes were shining when he looked at Wally over his shoulder and the redhead answered by shifting minutely, in a way that brought their faces closer. "I don't think Wally's a loser." Duke said loudly to interrupt their moment. They seemed very happy and in love and you know, good for them but they really didn't have to make out in front of him. Or so close to the food. "You're a great guy, Wally. I don't get why other guys are so mean to you all the time. " "Aww, thanks, little bat!" Wally sent a smile his way and winked. "You're my favorite too." "Ekhem." "Second favorite," He corrected himself quickly, hooking his chin on Dick's shoulder. "That goes without saying, babe. Anyway, I think they're just jealous. Y'know, of my speed, my hilarious jokes and obviously my good looks. Who wouldn't be?"

And this little moment :3

"With Wilson's son?!" "Bruce, it's not-" "Does Wilson know about this?" Bruce demanded. Oh yeah, Slade knew it all right. He walked in on Dick and Joey in one of his safehouses, in full Deathstroke regalia and a gun in hand - Dick was never going to live that one down.

And aggressive omegas is a fic based on that post that showed some animal dynamics anddd the last part about hyenas the "males will present their erections to females to show submission the same way other animals present their throat" got me like 👀👀👀 And I thought about the wolrd where omegas are the more aggresive ones. Especially when they're in heat - they're almost feral then.

So Slade wants to help Dick through his heat because he's sure he'll be able to handle him and of course Dick agrees because heats are much better when alpha is helping out even though it doesn't happen often because alphas are mostly afraid of omegas in heat. And at one point Dick manages to pin Slade down and he bites him bloody so to calm the omega down at least a bit Slade decides to show submission

And it does work and make Dick all pleasant because his alpha is showing himself off so nicely :3 and then they fuck nasty lmao

A lil snippet;

The smell of in-heat omega hit him as soon as he opened the door. Slade stopped in front of the apartment, his hand still on the doorknob and he took a moment to just enjoy the smell. It was sweet but not overwhelmingly so, caramel-like and Slade wasn't usually a big fan of sweets but this one made saliva gather in his mouth. He waited a short moment to let that scent wrap around him, enjoy it some more before finally stepping over the threshold. He got just enough time to close the door behind himself and turn the key to properly lock it, before a quiet creek sounded behind him. Body slammed into him, throwing him to the ground and normally Slade would just dodge it and attack back before the other person knew what was happening but this time it wouldn't do him any good. Dick Grayson seated himself over his hips, fingers digging into Slade's wrist to properly pin his hands on the floor by his head. Dick's upper lip was curled up in a sneer as he growled, pupils dilated and sharp fangs displayed in warning. "Omega." Slade greeted and Dick's nails dug into his skin even more.

Thank you for asking!! 💕💕

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