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terrestrialnoob · 2 years

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Found Again

Long Lost Part 2

Danny Phantom x Batman Crossover. Damian and Danny Twins AU

Danny floated near the ceiling of his bedroom when Jazz opened the door.

“You didn’t come to dinner, so I brought you something,” she said, slightly lifting the tray of food she’d brought towards him.

Danny poked at one of the glowing stars stuck on his ceiling.

Jazz stood there for a moment then said, “I heard you got summoned today?”

Danny went a little ridged and glanced down at his sister.

She hummed then set the tray on what little clear space there was on top of his dresser. She walked over to his bed and bounced slightly as she plopped down onto it. “Sam and Tucker didn’t say anything about who or what summoned you, but they said you came back more mad than usual.”

Danny sighed and lowered himself onto his bed. There was a long silence; Danny could feel Jazz waiting but she was leaving it up to him to decide if this was the conversation he wanted to have.

“My brother and father summoned me.” Danny said softly.

Jazz’s eyes went wide, “Really? They wanted to talk to you?”

“No,” Danny spat bitterly, “They wanted help from the ghost king, they weren’t expecting me.”

“Oh,” Jazz took a deep breath and after a moment, prompted, “So, what happened?”

“Tyranys was in Gotham,” Danny started easily, “I don’t know why he was there and not here in Amity. I mean, there was something there that had a pretty strong pull, but not enough to bring something that big there.”

“And you’re a hero, so of course you helped,” Jazz said and Danny blushed slightly. “It doesn’t look like you got too hurt?”

“Tyranys of the Rage feeds of fear and anger, more so than a normal ghost does. I bet that’s part of the reason he went there. The thing that is there that does pull is very, very angry. And once there, he made more fear and anger, and got bigger and bigger, and even Batman couldn’t figure out how to handle him.”

“And then a real superhero showed up and kicked his butt!” Jazz laughed and Danny rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, there was some British guy who looked the way I do when I pull an all-nighter, who I think did the actual summoning. My brother and father just happened to be there, I think.”

“You’ve said they’re fighters,” Jazz said, knowing that Danny didn’t like talking about his birth family. “Were they also there to help with Tyranys?”

Danny nodded, “I think so, yeah.”

There was a beat of silence before Jazz asked, “So, how did it go?”

“Horrible!” Dany groaned, “Like, I don’t know what I was expecting! I already hate being summoned - I wasn’t even who they were trying to summon. They didn’t even say hello, they just tell the magician who summoned me my name! Then they tell me about Tyranys wrecking Gotham. I don’t get - Fucking anything! You know, I just – Look! I get that an apology is a lot to ask for from someone like Damian, but, I just… I couldn’t tell if he was sad or if he missed me or if… did- did he mourn me?”

Jazz gently pulled Danny into a hug. There was along silence before Jazz said, “I don’t know about anyone else, but I would mourn. If anything happened to you, I’d probably burn down the whole city. I’d kill everyone in this room and then myself.”

Danny laughed at her awkward meme, probably trying not to cry too. He pulled out of her hug and looked out the window at the city, “Well, we both know I’d destroy the entire world if something happened to you.”

Jazz smiled and sighed and another moment passed. “Do you want to talk to them?”

Danny over at her with a confused look on his face.

“It sounds like Tyranys didn’t really give you a chance to talk,” Jazz said. “If the city wasn’t being destroyed, they might have – had answers to some of your questions. I don’t know if they’d want to talk, but – I don’t know, is that something you’d want?”

Danny swallowed the lump that was gathering in his throat. “I don’t know either.”

Jazz hummed and nodded her head at no one, a habit she picked up from watching therapists on TV. “I remember when you first got here, it was impossible to get you to admit to anything. But now, you’ve grown. Better yet, you’ve matured. You recognize when you hurt someone and you can apologize. You where one way because of the environment you grew up in, and you changed because that environment changed. If your brother is in Gotham, that’s a new environment from the temple you said you grew up in, so it’s possible he changed too.”

“I don’t know, Jazz. I mean, I do want to know. I want to know what happened to him, if he did change, what he’s doing with our father and how our mother let him leave our old home. But I just… What if I don’t like it? What if he hasn’t changed? What if our father is worse than our mother? What if he doesn’t-” Danny cut himself off with a groan and Jazz decided to give him a moment to gather himself.

“I don’t forgive him.” Danny said and saw the look on Jazz’s face, “I know, I know. It’s better to forgive. But, we were kids-”

“Are” Jazz corrected. “You are both still kids. And I understand, he hurt you, and you hurt him - you didn’t kill him, but still. And there’s a chance, now, that you’ve changed and he might have changed, maybe you won’t hurt each other anymore. Not as much or in the same ways, anyway.”

Danny sighed again, exaggerating it for Jazz’s sake. “You really want me to make things right with him, don’t you?”

Jazz nervously rubbed the back of her neck, “Look, my life got soooooooo much better when you got here, despite the rocky start. Maybe reconnecting with your brother will make your life better. Or maybe…”

Jazz trailed off a little, but continued when Danny gave her an expectant look. “If your father is as bad or worse than your mother, then Damian might need saving. Maybe you can make his life better, too.”

“Now that’s not fair,” Danny glared at her but he had literally just asked for it, “Bringing in a guy’s obsession to get your way.”

“Remember when you used to call me The Master Manipulator?” Jazz joked and rubbed Danny’s head.

“You are,” Danny said, then his stomach growled.

Jazz grinned and jumped up to get the food she’d brought in earlier, “I told Mom you weren’t feeling well so she let me make your food.”

Danny smiled gratefully, “It’s probably a good thing those two got married, I doubt anyone else would be able to eat the food she makes.”

“I’m just glad you’re here to kill it before it kills us.”

#danny phantom #dc #batman #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #danny fenton #jazz fenton #just some good sibling time #motivation for Danny to spend time with the bats #just a little part 2 #twins au

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thetriumphantpanda · 11 months

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Ghost of You | J. Miller (Chapter Four)

Series Summary / Grief is a strange thing. In the beginning it had been all-consuming. There wasn’t a moment of the day where you didn’t cry, didn’t ask yourself why it couldn’t have been you instead. And no-one ever explains the guilt you feel when it isn’t anymore. When it’s just a dull ache and you can finally breathe again, when you can start letting people get close to you again. People like Joel Miller.

Pairing / Joel Miller x Widow F!Reader

Word Count / 4K

Warnings / Descriptions of grief and depression, a therapy session, some Ellie/Reader fluff but nothing else - let me know if I've missed anything!

Authors Note / You know when I said this would be slow burn? I really meant it. I really hope you guys aren't getting bored but I promise things are going to heat up from Chapter 5 onwards 👀 Thank you once again for all your love on this series - I say it every time but it's really close to my heart and to know you guys are enjoying it really does mean the world! If you like this then please considering reblogging, leaving comments or popping into my ask box with some love! I love y'all!

Series Masterlist / Main Masterlist

You never thought you’d be the kind of person who needed a therapist. Even when your parents had passed in quick succession before the outbreak you’d managed to carry on with the distraction of normal life, processing your grief quickly, distracting yourself with finishing school and applying for college. Even now, when you thought back to them, it was with fond memories. Nowhere near the level of grief you had now after losing Mark.

Maybe it was the change in the world or the fact that Mark had been a part of your life longer than your parents had? You didn’t really know. Maria had suggested that trying to unpack your feelings with a therapist would be beneficial for you, someone neutral who could help you back to the person you’d been before he’d died. It had been six months since you first sat in this chair, the same feeling of anxiety you had then was apparent now, as Belinda poured you a glass of water and situated a box of tissues on the table, you took one, knowing you’d need it like you always did.

“So, how are you?” She asks, settling down in the chair opposite you with her notepad resting on her crossed knee.

“I’m okay.” You say simply.

This is a rehearsed response. You always say it. Because if you needed a therapist, were you ever okay?

Belinda nods like she always did, “I wanted to start today by revisiting what we spoke about last time,” Her voice is high and sweet and she’s at least twenty years older than you, “Remember we spoke about doing something to push yourself out of your comfort zone?” She asks, and you nod, “Did you do anything since our last session to work on that?”

You take a deep breath; how much should you tell her?

“I have, yeah.”

“That’s good,” She praises, a genuine smile on her mouth, “Can you tell me about it?”

“I went to The Tipsy Bison last week.” Is all you offer her.

“With Tommy and Maria?”

You nod, “And his brother and the little girl he’s got.”

She quirks her eyebrow a little, if you hadn’t been paying close attention to her face you would have missed it, “And would you say Tommy’s brother is a friend?”

You shrug, “I don’t know, I guess so, he came around a few weeks ago and fixed my porch step and he’s helping to build the table and chairs that Mark was going to do before he got sick.”

“Do you talk to him about Mark?”

“We’ve spoken a little about him, he actually lost his own daughter on outbreak day, so I guess I feel like he understands what I’m going through.”

She nods, “Let’s go back a bit and talk about going to the bar,” She writes something down on her notepad, you never really know what it is she’s writing, “Was it as bad as you had expected?”

You look down at your hands, scrunched tissue in one hand as your nails pick at the skin of your cuticles, “I was nervous about going, and I think I stood outside the door waiting to go in for too long, my mind was thinking of what would happen, like I would open the door and everyone would stop and go silent and just look at me, but no-one really noticed, but when we sat down to have a drink, someone said something and it kinda ruined everything.”

“What did they say?” She pushes.

You sigh, “That I’d made a miraculous recovery all of a sudden.”

“And how did that make you feel?” Ah. The classic therapy question.

You take a moment to formulate your answer in your mind, “I was angry,” You reply, “But not at the person who said it, I was angry at myself because it was true.”

“But is it true?” Belinda pushes, “From my perspective, of course we’ve made steps since you first began coming to see me, but I don’t think either of us think you’re fully recovered, do we?”

You shake your head to agree with her, “I guess what I’m trying to say is that sure, what was said wasn’t really true, but it’s the things they didn’t say which made me think they are,” Belinda is looking at you to continue explaining, “In the back of my mind I thought, well of course I’m recovered if I’m sat in a bar with a smile on my face, and if I can do this then why can’t I go back to work? Why can’t I start contributing to the community again? That’s what I think they’re saying in their heads about me.”

“But you don’t know that do you?” She asks, “This is something I’ve noticed about you, that you project your own feelings onto other people, even though you have no idea what else they’re really thinking.”

You nod because she’s not wrong, of course she’s not, “How do I stop?” You almost beg her.

She shrugs a little, “You’ve got to stop caring about what other people think,” She says it like it’s the simplest thing to do, “Of course not the people who really matter to you, Maria, Tommy, his brother, their opinions matter, but those people who you see in passing, what they think doesn’t matter because they don’t really know you.”

She looks briefly to her watch, “We don’t have much time left, but I’m proud of you, and if you think you’re ready to go back to work then challenge yourself, maybe ask Maria for a couple of hours a week, just to ease yourself back in, and we can talk about it a bit more next week?” You nod in agreement, “And it’s good to hear you’re making new friends too, I think Tommy’s brother might be someone to keep around if it makes you comfortable, friend’s with shared experiences can be helpful in recovery.”

You nod in understanding and spend a few minutes agreeing on what day and time you’ll meet next week before she’s ushering you out of her office in time for her next patient. As you stand in front of her office, a thought spring to your mind. This is the first time you’ve left having not cried. The tissue is still dry in your hand, a small victory that you can hand yourself on your journey to healing.

Just ten minutes later you are stood outside Maria’s house, knocking on the door. You can hear shuffling behind the door before she pulls it open, a look of shock written on her face that it’s you.

“Is everything okay?” She asks.

“As fine as it normally is,” You respond, “I was just coming back from Belinda’s and I wanted to ask you something.”

“You want to come inside?” She asks, “I’ve just made coffee.”

You gladly accept and before long you’re both sat on the couch, sipping coffee, “I think I’d like to go back to work.” You say simply before you get the opportunity to chicken out.

She almost chokes on the coffee she’d just taken a drink of, “Are you sure?”

“Definitely not full time,” You’re quick to add, “I just want to start with a few hours and see if I’m okay.”

“Where’s this come from?” You let out a sigh, “I’m fed up Maria,” You speak honestly, “Fed up of people thinking I’m useless, fed up of spending every day in the same four walls,” And then you add, “And I’m fed up of thinking that Mark would hate what I’ve become over him.”

She pauses for a moment, “Let me speak to Kate and see if we can sort something out from next week,” She smiles, “I’m sure she’ll be grateful to have you back, she always complains that Charlotte still doesn’t understand the library system,” She puts on a poor imitation of Kate’s accent, “Jane Austen next to Philippa Gregory.”

You both laugh and you think it’s truly the first time you’ve properly laughed in what feels like forever. You spend a little more time with her, finishing your coffee before leaving her to it and as you walk down the street towards your own home, you can’t deny that you feel a little lighter than normal.

It’s Monday afternoon, one of two afternoon’s you’ve agreed to step back into the library to help. Kate had suggested it because it was the afternoon that the teacher’s brought the kids down to choose a book to take home. It would be busy enough to distract you and meant you wouldn’t spend your time sat thinking.

You’d already helped two classes this afternoon, the last class we’re due in a few minutes, so Kate and you were enjoying a moment to sit and recuperate over a cup of tea. Well. Tea was stretching it – it was Kate’s usual concoction of boiled water and water flavourings she could get her hands on. Today it was lemon slices and honey, but it was warm and soothing so you wouldn’t complain.

“I’m really happy to see you.” She speaks honestly, grasping at your arm to give it a squeeze, “I know this can’t have been easy, but I’ve hope we’ve not scared you off.”

You offer a small smile, “I’ve actually enjoyed it, I guess my therapist was right when she said finding distractions would be helpful.”

Kate is about to speak again when the library door swings open and the older children start filing in, their teacher doing his best to corral them into the middle of the room. It’s just as you remember, he tells them they’ve got fifteen minutes to browse and choose and book and once they have, they need to come to the front desk to check it out.

You notice Ellie is part of the group, she’s hanging back, shuffling from foot-to-foot, but once her teacher lets them go, she’s just as excited as everyone else, picking up books and reading the covers. She’s one of the first to bring her choice over to the desk. You smile as you take it from her.

“Artemis Fowl?” You grin, “Great choice, it’s really good.” You write her name in the checking-out book and then the title of the book, before writing the date three weeks from now that she needs to bring it back on the inside cover of the book.

“I didn’t know you worked here.” She comments, taking the book back from you.

“I’m only here for two afternoons, trying to ease myself back into things, but yeah, before everything happened with Mark, this was my full-time job.”

“I bet you’ve read everything here, right?”

“Not quite,” You smirk, “But pretty much, if you ever want to know what else is good to read, you know where to come.”

She smiles and says thank you and just before she turns to leave, “Say, you don’t think you could ask Joel to pop by sometime and finish up the table for me, could you?”

She smirks, “Only if I can come so you can teach me how to make pie?”

You hold out your hand and she takes it to shake, “You’ve got yourself a deal.”

It isn’t until Sunday that Joel and Ellie turn up at your front door. Summer really is in full swing now and it’s warm. You’ve been padding about in the garden trying to clear up, tank top now slightly sticking to your back from the thin sheen of sweat you’ve worked up and you think it’s possible the skin on your legs will be burnt when you finish up for the day.

Joel heads straight for the back porch with his toolbox in hand, Ellie lingers at the kitchen table.

“Do you want coffee?” You ask, tilting your head around the open back door.

He shakes his head, “Water would be nice though.”

You head back to the kitchen and pour three glasses of water from the jug in your fridge, adding lemon slices to give it a little flavour. Joel thanks you when you had him the glass and you smile at him before heading back to the kitchen to focus on Ellie.

“Alright, you ready?” You ask and she nods with enthusiasm, “I tried to get apples at the market, but they were all out, so I’m afraid it’s cherries today.”

You bring out a bowl of cherries from the fridge and put them out the counter, “The first thing we need to do is wash them and take the stones out, it’s a bit fiddly but it’s fun, I promise.”

You rummage around in your cutlery drawer for the pair of chopsticks you know are hidden somewhere. You can almost imagine the family living in this house before the world went to shit, sitting at their table, eating Chinese food with them. God, what you wouldn’t give for fried rice right now. You had one of the sticks to Ellie once she’s washed her hands and rinsed the fruit.

“So, you take a cherry and pull the stem off,” You do it to show her, “And then you eat the first one to make sure the fruit is okay,” You smile as you pop the cherry into your mouth, watching as she does the same, “You think they’re good?”

She’s smiling at you, “They’re fucking great!”

You spit the stone into your palm and put your hand near her face for her to do the same before you discard the stones in the trash bin next to you, “Okay, now we know they’re good, what you need to do is take the smaller end of the chopstick, and can you see where you pulled the stem out from?” You point to the spot on her fruit, “You just push the end through it and hopefully….” You draw out as you push your stick into the cherry between your fingers, the stone pops out through the bottom, “That will happen!”

You watch as Ellie copies your movements, the stone popping out through the bottom of the cherry, “Does it matter that the fruit broke?” She asks, placing her destoned cherry in the bowl with your own.

“Not at all, we’ve got to break them to eat them, right?”

Joel is working studiously just outside the kitchen window and when you reach the last cherry in the bowl, you take it in hand, opening the window, “Hey Joel?” You call, he looks up from his work and you dangle the cherry out into the open space, he smiles as he takes it, popping it into his mouth before mirroring what you’d done, spitting the pip into his hand and slinging it over the side of your fence.

It strikes you in this moment that being with Joel and Ellie is effortless. Although they both know what happened and a little about how you’ve delt with it, they don’t seem to judge you, neither of them look at you with sorry written in their eyes, they don’t press you to talk about things you don’t want to and they both seem genuinely interested in what you have to say, or in Ellie’s case, teach them.

You take Ellie through the rest of the steps of preparing the fruit, drizzling them in a little honey in place of sugar, teaching her how to make the pastry, which involves more flour ending up on both of you that it does in the recipe. You let her pour the fruit into the pastry and decide which kind of top she wants on it. She’s a girl after your own heart and opts for lattice.

Once it’s in the oven baking, Ellie sits on your couch with her book whilst you tidy up. You refill her glass of water before heading out to do the same to Joel’s. He’s almost finished with the table, just a few more planks of wood to hammer into the top and he’ll be done.

“Thanks,” He says simply when you fill his glass, he takes it and drinks deeply, brushing his forehead for sweat, you stand with him for a while, “Ellie says she saw you at the library earlier this week, is that where you work?” He’s making polite conversation and you smile.

“I worked there before everything happened,” You explain, “I was speaking to my therapist a few weeks ago who said she thought it would be a positive step for me, so I’m just doing two afternoons a week to ease me back in,” You refill his glass when he’s finished with it, “Baby steps and all that.”

“S’good,” He nods, “You seem a bit happier today.”

“I think it’s more to do with her,” You speak honestly, motioning your head inside to where Ellie is, “She’s a great kid Joel.”

“She is,” He agrees, “I’m glad she’s finally gettin’ the chance to be a kid for a while.”

He’s finishing up with the last few bits of wood for the table, “You wanna stay for a slice of pie?” You ask, “It shouldn’t be long coming out of the oven.”

“If it’s anythin’ like the last one then I don’t think I can say no,” He smirks, “Let me finish up here and I’ll come in.”

“Oh no, stay out here, we need to make sure your handiwork is sturdy enough.” You give him a little wink just to play with him, before wondering whether that was too much. He doesn’t suggest it was, just beams his lovely smile at you.

You turn on your heel and head back into the kitchen. You kneel in front of the oven, and you can see through the door that the fruit is bubbling through the lattice top and the pastry itself is looking lovely and golden.

“Hey, Ellie, you wanna take your pie out of the oven?” You ask, she’s folding the corner of the page she’s reading and is by your side in record time.

You hand her the oven gloves, another souvenir from whoever lived here before, it’s white, or would have been before they’d been used to death and had a pretty floral pattern on it. Not what you’d have chosen if you’d been filling your new home, but you always tried to remind yourself that beggars couldn’t be choosers in this world.

“Careful when you open the door, it’ll be really hot.” Ellie shoots you a playful look that tells you she isn’t that dumb.

She pulls open the door and steps back to let the steam flow out before she’s wrapping the oven gloves around the pie and putting on the stove top to cool, “As the expert,” You speak, “I have to say that looks and smells fantastic.”

You peer out of the window; Joel is just shutting his toolbox and you watch him takes his hands a brush the tabletop of any dust and debris left over from him building it. He then takes the chairs he’d made and sets them around the table. You turn your head when he starts moving to come inside.

“Kiddo, that looks great,” He praises Ellie, looking over her shoulder at her creation, “Let me wash my hands and we can dig in.”

You busy yourself with grabbing some plates and forks, handing them to Ellie to take outside, whilst you take the oven gloves and take the pie outside, setting it down on the table. You stand back and look at what Joel’s made. In the old world, this would have cost you a pretty penny and you can’t help but realise how talented he is. There’s nothing to suggest that you hadn’t been down to the best furniture store and paid thousands of dollars for it.

“I brought a knife.” Comes Joel’s voice from behind you, he’s brandishing your biggest kitchen knife and you think that in any other circumstance you’d be threatened by him, but there’s something about the goofy grin on his face that you know means that he would never hurt you.

He gives the knife to Ellie and sits down in one of the chairs, you follow suit, taking time to warn her to be careful if she needs to touch the pie tin because it’s likely to still be hot. You catch Joel smiling at you and you know it’s because he’s her dad – whether by blood or not, you can tell that he cares deeply for her and he’s thankful, in some small way that you are too.

Ellie cuts into the pie and struggles to get it out of the tin, the pastry below breaks and the fruit spills onto the plate that she only just manages to catch the slice on.

“I’ll take that one,” You smile, holding out your hand for the plate, “Got to break it to eat it, right?” You echo your words from inside the kitchen earlier on.

Once everyone has a slice on their plate and has left it to cool for long enough, you’re all digging in and you have to admit it’s just as good as the one you made yourself.

“Maybe I should sign you up for kitchen duty,” Joel jokes as he spears another bite with his fork, “You can start earning your keep, kiddo.”

Ellie looks disgusted at the very notion of being put to work and you all laugh together. It’s in this moment that you think to Mark. Would this have been your life if you’d been blessed with children? When you’d arrived in Jackson it had been a serious conversation. You were safe. People had been having children for months. They had a real midwife for God’s sake. The lack of children hadn’t been through lack of trying either. You remember lazy Sunday mornings wrapped up in bed together, hands raking over naked bodies, moans and praises spilled from mouths. You’d just never been blessed. You’d never talked about who might have been the problem, it didn’t matter anyway, if it couldn’t be with Mark then it wasn’t meant to be.

And perhaps now you’re thankful. If Mark had still died, there would have been someone else to care for during your grief. A constant reminder, in the flesh, of who he was, who he’d been. You hated to think of not being able to look at your own child because they reminded you too much of your dead husband. No. Better to be alone in your grief than add that kind of complication.

Once the slices were finished on everyone’s plate and you’d packaged two extra slices for Joel and Ellie to take home, you’re standing on your porch. Ellie is already making her way down the street, but Joel is hanging back.

“I really don’t know how to say thank you,” You admit, “You’ve been a real lifeline since you came here so just… thank you.”

He smiles at you, secretly wishing he could reach his hands out to touch you. He can’t remember the last time he genuinely wanted to touch someone like he wanted to touch you. He didn’t even think he had that with Tess. Sure, she’d been a comfort and he cared for her, but it had never been love. Just a means to an end, a way to ease each other’s pain for a moment. Then he caught himself. This wasn’t love either. Sure, you’d spent time together and all he really wanted to in any moment he saw you was kiss away the furrow of your brow, but he couldn’t love you. Not yet.

“I just like helpin’ out,” He offers, quickly looking down the street to find Ellie talking to someone from school, “I like knowing it makes things easier for you, that’s all the thanks I need.”

“Well, consider Ellie and you guests of honor when I can finally host that dinner on your handiwork.”

He winks at you, and you think you can feel a slight flush across your cheeks, but you think if it is appearing across your skin, you can pass it off as the hear, “Consider it done, sweet pea, I’ll see you around.”

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cherrycola27 · 1 year

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Till Death?

Pairing: Rooster x Reader, Hangman x Reader

Warnings: Major Character Death, language, PTSD, Physical and Domestic violence, pregnancy loss, Minors DNI. 18+

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Part 4

You sat in the bathtub with your knees pulled up to your chest. The water around you was starting to turn cold, bubbles long dissipated, but you didn't care. You were numb. You had been this way for the past six weeks.

Six weeks. It had been six weeks since your fight with Rooster and Jake. Six weeks since Rooster's "lover" had shown up on your doorstep. Six weeks since your fight with Jake, where he had threatened to take your children from you. Six weeks since your crash and six weeks since you'd lost your child. A son that you would never get to meet. A brother that Nick would never know.

You hated Jake. It was his fault. You had gone to him looking for comfort, and instead, he chose to break your heart. He was the reason you were so empty inside.

Part of you hated Bradley, too. His hypocrisy cut you deeply, but he had been there for you. Well, been there as much as you would let him in. It's not that Jake wasn't trying. No, he had been persistent. But you could stand him. You couldn't bear the thought of looking at him.

He couldn't even see you in the hospital because he was too afraid to face you. Rooster had to be the one to tell you. The one to hold you when you mourned.

Bradley came in and helped you out of the tub. You were almost ready to graduate from physical therapy, but you still had a lot to work through with your therapist on a mental level.

After you were dressed and ready for bed, you went to read Nick a bedtime story. You held him until he fell asleep. You couldn't believe how fast he was growing up. He would be two in a few months. Which reminded you that you needed to start planning a birthday party for him.

You shuttered at the thought of it, thinking back to the fiasco that was his first birthday.

After he was asleep, you joined Rooster in bed. He pulled you close to him, tucking you under his chin. Something you had come to let him do after everything. You sigh before drifting into a dreamless sleep.

By the time Nick's second birthday rolled around, you were on better terms with Jake. You were friends, but you would never be back to the way it was. In public, it seemed that he and Rooster had settled their differences, but in private, it was always a competition between the two of them.

Their little back and forth drove you nuts, especially when it came to Nick. There had been many times when you would have to break up arguments between the two of them. Both of them were trying to be his father. Jake would always bring up that Rooster missed the first year of his life, and Rooster would counter that he was there now.

You were getting sick of it. The worst of it came, though, when Jake had once again brought up Rooster's absence, and Rooster had countered with quote, "At least I did kill my son." That ending with both of them having black eyes, you kicking Jake out of your house, and Rooster sleeping in the guest room for a week. Sometimes, it felt like you had three children instead of two.

Thankfully, you had great friends. One night, you were having girl talk with Phoenix and Bob. Both of them couldn't believe how well you were handling everything. "If I were you, I'd throw both of them away." Bob remarked, taking a sip of his wine.

"Bobby, I'd be lying if I told you I hadn't thought of packing up and taking Nick and just leaving and taking some time to find myself. I just get so aggravated with both of them. It's been a year, and I just wish they would grow up!" You confessed. Bob and Phoenix looked at you with sympathy.

"Please don't tell them I said that." You asked them. They both swore to keep your secret.

Moving on from them, you continued to go through the motions of life, and then a bomb was dropped.

Rooster was being deployed for a two month long mission. His first since returning. On the one hand, you were thankful for some space. But on the other, you were worried about him, because you cared about him.

Later, you discovered that he, Payback, Fanboy, and Coyote would all be on the mission. Phoenix, Bob, and Jake were not a part of it. It made you happy to know that you would have some of your support group with you. But you also worried about how you and Jake would interact with each other.

Soon, the day you were dreading came. It was a Thursday evening, and Rooster was shipping out early Friday morning. Everyone on the mission had been ordered to stay in the barracks. He had been training all day, and you had brought Nick with you to see him off. You were paitenly waiting your turn to come onto base.

When it was your turn, you handed the attending officer your ID. Only, he didn't raise the gate or give it back to you.

"Is there a problem?" You asked him.

"Ma'am, when I scanned your ID, it says it's invalid." He explained.

"I'm sorry, what? How is that possible?" You asked.

"It says you don't have a sponsor." He told you.

"What do you mean? I'm married to Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw. He's my sponsor." You told him, voice pitching up with agitation.

"I'm not sure, ma'am. I'm just looking at what the computer is telling me. Is there any way you can call him to come down here, and we can take this to get cleared up?" He said.

You huffed and dialed Rooster, but you figured he was probably flying or in a briefing. Finally, after five minutes of trying and several angry people later, you broke down and called Jake. He immediately came to help you get on base.

After explaining the situation to him, he was able to get you and Rooster an appointment to get your ID straightened out. The only downside to this was that he had to stay with you since you were his "guest"

Over an hour later, the three of you plus Nick were crammed in an office trying to get to the bottom of the issues.

"Well, it seems that the main cause of the issue is that you are Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw are technically no longer legally married." The woman working with you explains.

"What?" You all shout in unison.

"Well, there are three ways for a marriage to end. Annulment, divorce, or death. So, when Rooster was declared legally deceased, that meant legally, your marriage was over." She explained

"But, I'm very much alive ma'am so wouldn't that, I don't know, cancel it out?" Rooster asks.

"You would think, but unfortunately, no. The law is a very strange thing." She continues.

"But I haven't had any issues before! Why is all this happening now?" You huff out.

"Well, it takes time for everything to process, and it finally caught up with our system. I know it's awful." She tells you.

"So if we aren't married anymore, what does that mean for me?" You press her.

"Well, you'd lose your benefits, unfortunately." She states.

"My health insurance, my home? What about my son?" You're on the verge of tears.

"Your son would still have his. Rooster's situation doesn't affect him as much as it does, you dear." The woman is trying to be helpful. You know she is just doing her job, but you really don't like her right now.

"Well, what are we supposed to do?" You yell at her.

You immediately feel bad for doing so. This isn't her fault. "I'm sorry ma'am, I didn't mean to yell. I'm just—frustrated." You sigh and sink back into the chair. Rooster strokes your hand while Jake is keeping Nick occupied.

Jake feels bad for you. This really isn't fair. But at the same time, he feels almost happy—hopeful maybe, that you and Rooster technically aren't married. Maybe he could still have a chance.

"Well, the two of you could always get married again. It would solve the issue." The woman tells you.

"How are we supposed to do that before he gets deployed?" You asks her.

"Well, we could call a Chaplin, and they could marry you today." The woman says confidentiality.

"Ma'am, there's only one problem with that, it's 5:30pm, city hall is closed, we can't get a marriage license." Rooster tells her.

"The two of you could go first thing in the morning. I can help you make an appointment online right now." She tells you, trying to be helpful.

"That won't work either. Rooster is being deployed tomorrow morning at six. He will be gone for two months. We can't— I can't go that long without my benefits and my ID. Especially without our separation pay. How am I supposed to take care of my son?" You finally break down crying. All of the stress from everything you've gone through, finally catching up with you.

Rooster tries to soothe you. Nick leaps from Jake's lap to come hug you. The woman hands you some tissues and tries to apologize.

It takes you a few minutes to compose yourself.

"Well, I can always check and see if we can make an exception for your special circumstance." She says furiously typing on her computer.

You thank her, but you know all of her efforts are in vain. You could always ask Penny for a job, and if you really had to, you could stay with your parents for a few weeks. You sighed. You felt like the world was against you once again. Rooster continued to talk with the woman as they tried to find a solution.

You were lost in your thoughts when you felt one of Jake's hands come rest on your shoulder.

"I think I have an idea. Something that might be able to solve the problem for now." He said. You, Rooster, and the ID specialist all looked at him with curious eyes.

"I'm not going on this deployment." Jake began.

"So, Honey, what if you married me."

Alright loves, I thought I would give you a break from the super crazy trauma. I know I've been putting you through the wringer with this one. Just when we thought things had settled down, boom, another wrench in the plan. I will say I have about two more parts and an epilouge planned for this. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. As always, likes are great, but comments and reblogs are golden!

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maochira · 1 year

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Shouei Barou as your big brother

OKAY SO. I know Barou canonly has 2 younger sisters. BUT… Yeah honestly I just wanted to be self indulgent and write some sibling!reader insert with Barou.

Tags: gn!reader, fluff? I don't really know, Barou being Barou aka he gets a little mean sometimes

I'm not joking when I say Barou made me realize I have a big brother complex and I talked to my therapist about it.

Requests are open, by the way!

-having Barou as your big brother means he's your best friend and your biggest bully at the same time

-but to be fair, you're both his best friend and his biggest bully as well

-Barou is protective of you. Not overprotective, he has the perfect amount of it

-he's allowed to bully you but if anyone else did it he would threaten to beat them up (okay, maybe he's a little bit overprotective)

-Barou calls himself the King on the field. But who came up with that nickname? You! As kids you probably watched him play a soccer match and were so amazed by it, you told him it was as if he was the king on the field. And that stuck with him

-Barou would definitely not tell anyone why he calls himself King in case he is asked. He keeps that to himself

-we all know Barou is very strict about cleaning and keeping order in stuff. So whenever your room is messy he keeps bugging you to clean it. Whenever you don't, he ends up doing it

-this can end in two ways. Either you're very thankful, or you're mad at him for putting stuff into the wrong places. There's no in-between. But even if it ends up in the second way, a part of you will always be grateful for your big brother helping you <3

-but oh god. Don't clean together with him. He will get mad if you're too slow or if you're, in his opinion, not doing it right

-in general, Barou can be easy to irritate and you like to tease him with that. But be careful, because if you overdo it he will genuinely be mad and probably yell at you. Although, you think it's funny

-of course, he likes to do the same to you. But Barou can get too mean with his words and will hurt your feelings every once in a while

-whenever that happens, you hide in your room and refuse to talk for a couple hours

-Barou feels bad about it. After all, he's your big brother and he should protect, not hurt his little sibling

-he will find a way to apologize, sometimes with words and sometimes with little gifts or acts of service (getting you your favorite drink or food, buying you supplies you need for school or a hobby, etc.)

-you're so proud of him when he gets invited to Blue Lock, but you miss him every single day. I mean, who else will now make fun of you for organizing your desk in a specific way or the tiny (and not so tiny) messes in your room?

#shouei barou #barou shoei #blue lock barou #blue lock #blue lock headcanons #bllk #bllk headcanons #bllk barou #bllk barou shouei #blue lock shouei barou

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comphy-and-cozy · 2 years

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Note: I try to tag triggers as bet I can, but ultimately you as the reader are responsible for your own media consumption. If any of my content bothers you, please do not continue reading. If I am missing a tag, please feel free to shoot me a message. * = smut (18+ ONLY)! players I do not write for | tv/movie masterlist

ANDREI SVECHNIKOV - full masterlist here

BRADY SKJEI

Adore You (Brady Skjei x POC fem!OC) - 8.3K Freshly shipped from New York, Brady is new to the city of Raleigh and the Carolina Hurricanes. While he’s learning the city, he meets someone that just might change his life forever. Four times Brady thought he loved her, and one time he actually did.

The After Party* (Andrei Svechnikov x Reader x Brady Skjei) - 6.3K When your new fling Andrei invites you to his joint birthday party, you’re surprised to learn that it’s a past flame who shares his birthday. And surely a double birthday calls for a double celebration — even if that means that you are the gift. The After Party II* (Andrei Svechnikov x Reader x Brady Skjei) - 6.3K A year after your illicit tryst with your current fling and your ex-fling, you meet again.

Blurbs ✿Midnight Rain* ✿Picnic in the Park

BROCK BOESER

You Got What I Need (Brock Boeser x Reader) - 5.5K When Brock says something horrible in the midst of an argument, you take off and leave him alone to face the consequences of his actions. Will he be able to win you back, or are you gone forever? Chronicling the aftermath of a fight, featuring big brother Anders Lee.

Blurbs ✿A Jealous Distraction ✿Secrets ✿"Send. Pic. Of. Dog. Now."

CHRIS KREIDER

✿“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.” ✿"I'm pregnant." ✿"Why would I stop when it gets me what I want?"*

CONNOR MCDAVID

Work For It* (Connor McDavid x Reader) - 4.2K After a road trip, Connor is determined to show you how much he missed you, but only if you work for it.

GABE LANDESKOG

✿Date Night at the Drive-In* ✿Blood Drive ✿Mystery Machine

JEREMY SWAYMAN

Blurbs ✿"Don't mind me, just enjoying the view." / "I won't bite, unless you're into that sort of thing."

JT COMPHER - full masterlist here

MAT BARZAL

Love It If We Made It* (Mat Barzal x OFC) - 9.3K Aurora Foster and Mat Barzal are friends. Sometimes with benefits, sometimes with unspoken feelings, but always with a little something extra. When they have the opportunity to close the cross-country gap between them, will they be able to overcome the skinny love and take their relationship to the next level?

MATT MARTIN

Chaptered Fics/Series Sugar Daddy Marty Masterlist (Matt Martin x sugar baby!Reader)

MIKKO RANTANEN

Bad for Business* (Mikko Rantanen x Reader) - 4.2K Mikko has a crush on his massage therapist.

Bad for Business II* (Mikko Rantanen x Reader) - 2.5K Mikko learns to accept that his teammates are your clients, too.

MITCH MARNER

✿“My friends get annoyed by how much I talk about you sometimes”

NOLAN PATRICK

✿“There is no way this much stupid can fit inside one person.” / “Take my jacket, it’s cold” ✿Cheek kisses

TYSON JOST

Third Time’s the Charm* (Tyson Jost x plus sized!Reader) - 11.1K Tyson Jost has been your best friend since you were kids. After a drunken hookup, you thought you’d lost him forever - that is, until he gets traded to the Minnesota Wild, conveniently the city in which you now reside. Will the former flame return when you reunite, or has the time changed everything forever?

A Night in Paris* (JT Compher x Reader x Tyson Jost) - 10.6K Anything can happen on a Friday night at the Hard Deck. When you run into some old friends in search of a night to remember, you just might end up getting exactly what you wished for. Blurbs ✿“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?” / “You’re pretty.” “You’re drunk.” ✿Wedding Day ✿Jost Family Reunion ✿Disaster Strikes ✿Trade Angst ✿"It feels like torture but I don't want it to stop."* ✿Pre-Wedding Festivities

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lorenid · 1 year

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All Day

Genre: fluff, au

Word Count: 2.2k

Warning: none

Summary: You keep Namjoon company as he buys and builds furniture for his new apartment.

A/N: Got this idea after his apartment tour on RM ‘All Day’ Part 1, the cozy vibes were immaculate and I can’t believe we got to see something so personal. It's my first time writing about BTS and I enjoyed it a lot tbh.

“Aww thanks, it brings me a lot of joy to pick up furniture. I feel like in another life I could’ve been an interior designer.” You look up at him giving him a sincere smile, he greets the entrance guard introducing him to you and alerting him that if he saw you he could let you in anytime you needed.

“I would have hired you in a heartbeat.” He responds with a cheeky smile that makes his eyes look like daggers into your soul. Keep looking back at you to check that you are alright carrying the lightest box he gave to you because you refused to be empty handed.

“You know what this reminds me off?” You keep climbing the stairs to the first floor to the destination because Joon, as you call him, refuses to use the elevator for such a short distance going on about conserving electricity in simple ways.

“Pivooooot!” You say elongating the o sound and giggling at your own joke. Imitating Ross during the iconic couch scene from Friends. As you make a turn to the last few steps and he reaccomodates the boxes tightly in his arms, the weight enough to see the flex of his arm muscles.

“Shut up, shut up, shut up!” He pretends to be Chandler waving his arms around for comedic effect, waiting for your reaction because he thought he could have offended you but on the contrary you were laughing and he relaxes saking his head in disbelief that he just did that.

“Didn’t expect you to be a fan of Friends.” You wait behind him as he opens the door and he extends his arm as a signal to pass him by welcoming you.

“Oh yeah, I must confess that I learned English thanks to that show.” You met him on a exchange program college reunion as you both are international students. The program helps you adapt to the new environment with the comradery and companionship between locals and the group that stays for at least a year.

“That’s amazing, I learned English by reading romance books. My bestfriend harassed me into watching it just so we could discuss the episodes and don’t miss out on the references.” What better way to learn a new language than to just enjoying your favorite hobby.

“She’s a good friend then, I would have done the same thing. Actually tried with my roomates, but they ignored my persistent request.” You could imagine him forcing his friends to watch the sitcom and them pretending to enjoy it in order to shut him up.

“Oh right, your 6 roomates you talked to me about. That must have been very chaotic, do you feel at peace or lonely leaving by yourself now?” He leaves his shoes by the front door and you do the same keeping your socks on for comfort.

“A little bit of both, they became my family really quick because we used to see each other more than my actual family. But yeah I can’t lie that sometimes I wanted to run for the hills when they were making too much noise and I wanted to study or sleep. Sometimes I felt like an older brother or the dad of the group.” You think about the similarities because you are the therapist/mom of your girl-friends, even though they are far away you still try to talk to at least one of them everyday.

“I bet they’re missing you even more, maybe they’re thinking of transferring here at least for a year just to follow you around.” His expression changed from deep in thought to a lighter mood when you tried to lift his spirits.

“As much as I love them, I hope not because all of us are so attached that if we don’t take our own paths we would stay like Peter Pan and refuse to grow up.” He chuckles sitting down on the couch and motioning for you to do the same, you tuck your tote bag to the side and turn to face him.

“But the important thing is that you can count on them at the end of the day.” You attempt to highlight the positive side of the situation, not wanting him to dwell on the feeling of fear of how many things were changing in his life including getting a new place to live.

“Exactly, and now I also have you.” He looks at you with tenderness, a strand of his parted hair brushing his eye and you realize that he squeezed your hand because you couldn’t stop feeling the butterflies in your stomach and all you can do it’s nod and smile.

“Honestly I don’t know why you said you needed my help, even the stacks of books look like pieces of art.” You deflect by looking around the living room where he has a black marble coffee table, a couch and a love seat. As you entered the area you noticed several paintings on his walls and sculptures on shelves by the tv.

“You’re far too kind, also I trust you, your taste and your judgement. I could’ve ended up buying something crazy.” You blush and felt special that after such a short time of knowing each other he could feel comfortable.

“I mean you did almost buy a swing that hangs from the ceiling just because it reminded you of a park you went to once.” You give him a judgy look.

“It reminds me of my childhood, I’m still a little tempted to get it.” He lifts his arms in surrender just like a kid would react, and that melted your heart.

“No please, no. It’s a safety hazard and you can’t afford to not getting your album finished.” You stand your ground and scold him jokingly because you knew how hard he was working on his upcoming project. More often than not you texted him about classes or activities around campus and he always responded at ungodly hours. You got concerned about his health and he reassured you that he was taking time to rest between his crazy schedule.

“That’s true, by the way you should visit the studio sometime so I can show you some samples. I think you’ll enjoy it.” He brought the boxes and sat down on the floor in front of the couch to open them, reaching for a remote control to put on some R&B background music.

“I’ll be honored to judge your work, think of my opinions as valuable as the trash you forgot to take out this morning.” You say sitting down across him and pointing out to the bags sitting by the front of his door that never made it downstairs.

“Hey, I was in a hurry because I had to meet you and I looked like a complete mess when I woke up. I already know which song will be your favorite and I bet it’s the one that musicians tell me its their favorite” If this is how he looks after rushing you couldn’t imagine how he would look dressed up, his fashion sense exceeds the expectation of every boy you have seen. His classic white t-shirt that had you hyperventilating when he rolled the sleeves a little, jeans with dark and light blue patches and forest green jacket that he left on the perch.

“Well maybe next time you should consider me as a taste tester, like they do with food, for your future shenanigans.” You wink just to tease him a little and he smirks.

You’re a bit of a perfectionist, correction, a lot of a perfectionist. You help Joon in arranging the different sets of tools and screws he needed to assemble a bookshelf and a desk. While he reads the instruction manual that looked more complicated than the Biochemistry test you took before finally getting your bachelor’s degree. You can’t help but stare at his focused gaze through the glasses he put on figuring out what the demonstrative drawings meant. He has this duality of looking very intellectual and attractive at the same time, any time you try to explain his appeal to your friends they thought you spent too much time reading romance novels and made him one of your fictional boyfriends.

“Could you hand me the screwdriver, please?” You spend a few minutes like that hands brushing every time and you swear that he’s doing it purposely. In between handing things to him you inspected the titles of his books. Reading the spines, careful not to mess up the order and placement.

“You can take out whichever you want, I can sense your curiosity from here.” He notices that your eyes light up like a kid opening the presents under the Christmas tree.

“Sorry, I love books so much and I’m impressed that you have this many.” You mumble apologizing but feel better seeing his proud expression after you give him praise.

“I keep buying them even though I have less time to read these days.” He sighs, shaking his head and his perfectly styled hair sways to the side which is a habit you find adorable but are too afraid to tell him that.

“Bookworm struggles, I can relate. Carl Jung?” You pick up the book rasing an eyebrow at him because you were surprised to find something related to your current field of study. But then again you don’t doubt that he likes to learn new things constantly like you.

“Oh yeah, I’m revising it for some lyrics I want to include in my music. I just realized that this is another thing you could help me with, come be my teacher for a day or two to learn a few psychology theories.” He is literally speaking your love language.

“Don’t tempt me into making a beautiful powerpoint just for you ‘cause you know I will enjoy it and have it ready by tomorrow.” Is it possible to be academically flirting or am I just lame? You wondered but he seems to like your eagerness.

Taking out the book you start pacing around the living room reading it, dancing to the rhythm of the sensual music as he whispers/sings to himself. As time passes you have to re-read a few lines because you start fantasizing about the friendship with Joon turning into something more. Imagining the two of you moving in together, playing house like right now, decorating the apartment for Christmas, getting a pet, making your famous holiday themed chocolate chip cookies…

“What?” You catch him staring at you through your peripheral vision.

“Nothing.” His dragon eyes turned soft and you’re taken aback by his shyness, he’s usually very straightforward, especially giving you compliments or teasing you because he gets excited about how you’ll react.

“Oh I almost forgot, I bought something for you! I guess it counts as a housewarming gift.” You stop in your tracks and head towards your tote bag where you have cleverly hidden it.

“You didn’t have to.” He says while finally finishing his building project and setting them in the space you cleared out for him after making a pseudo blueprint of the area with doodles and estimated measurements in a piece of paper.

“I know, but it reminded me of you so I had to get it.” Now you’re the one staring as he lifts the desk and bookshelf effortlessly.

“What’s that scent? It makes me feel a bit nostalgic and I love it, let me light it.” You hand him the forest green candle poured in a black ceramic vase and he immediately smells it, going to the kitchen and grabbing a match.

“It’s very common for this season, pine and wood.” You shrug like it’s nothing special but it truly reminds you of his grounded, calm and warm personality. He puts it down at the center of the coffee table.

“Come here.” He opens his arms for a hug that he knows you can’t refuse because you have admitted to him before that he gives the best ones. He wraps his arms around you, placing his hands on your lower back, your head pressed to his chest and your arms on his upper back, hands on his shoulders. He sways you side to side like you are waltz dancing to the slow beat and if you could you would stay there forever.

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linkspooky · 1 year

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What do you think about Teen Titans TV Series?

Best Cartoon ever created? Best Cartoon ever created.

I think the strongest thing about the Teen Titans Cartoon is that it's the most cartoon, to ever cartoon. The writers have gone on record by saying that their challenge was to always try to do the most creative thing possible with every episode, and the result we get is that it's this wild, unrestrained beast which uses the medium of cartoons to tell a story. In my opinion it's as hard hitting as like ATLA, Batman the Animated Series, etc. etc. but like it's made by people who are huge warner brothers cartoons nerds. There's scooby doo references! There's FLCL references! They do entire episodes where the goal is to animate the weirdest thing possible. It is just so unashamedly a cartoon and not trying to be what it is, like no wonder so many children got attached to this.

It's also essentially what everyone's introduction to the Teen Titans was, and the most popular team lineup nowadays.

So like there are two ways you can talk about it, as it's own show, and as an adaptation. As someone who has read every Teen Titans comic ever though, I do have some hot takes on it as an adaptation. UNDER THE CUT.

Number one: Donna Troy's character is missing, and there's a big Donna shaped hole in the team. I don't know if they just couldn't get the rights to Donna, or they couldn't make her work with the story they were going for but like Donna is actually super important to the team dynamic of the Titans. She's the one normal person, the babysitter, the mom.

People wonder why Starfire is so softened in this adaptation, and while I generally agree they rounded off the edges too much on Starfire to make her more palatable especially for kids I feel like Starfire had to have these rtaits of being the patient one, being the naive newcomer, being the one who always served as the therapist friend because Donna wasn't there, but the group needed SOMEONE to be the emotionally intelligent one. I'd say Starfire isn't really out of character so much as they grafted Donna's traits onto her and had her pulling double duty as being Starfire but serving Donna's role to the team, and to Dick Grayson.

Number Two: I don't actually think the Teen Titans cartoon character ruined Raven's character in modern comics. I think the fact that DC editing staff repeated the terror of trigon arc about, five times, until Raven was like double dead and they had no place left to take her character in fact ruined Raven's character.

Dc Editing staff has not figured out basically what they want Raven's character to look like post-trigon, where they would want her character to go, or what she would even act like having grown past the phase of her life where she has removed herself from Trigon's influence and it's shown by Raven basically being a non-character for the past ten years.

Marvel does the exact same thing with Jean Gray where they keep on recycling Dark Phoenix forever, and ever, and ever. I don't think Raven's character being empty is the fault of the titans cartoon, I think it's because they keep recycling her dark phoenix moment and don't know what to do past that. Like "They keep resetting Raven to a younger version of her character" that's not necessarily the fault of the cartoon either, they do that to Jean Gray. and it's cuz they wanna repeat Dark Phoenix / Terror of TRigon instead of just trying to move past that.

Number Three: So when it comes to individual character adaptation.

Robin: This is the best Dick Grayson adaptation, with the exception of the Live Action Titans show Dick Grayson. Dick suffers from what I like to call the "WanyeFamilyAdventures-ification" where people like to sand off all of his character flaws to make him a wholesome good boy. Dick was an angry little kid for a long time, like Batman turning into him into a sidekick and Bruce's like really overbearing controlling nature did a number on Dick and he's a way more compelling character when he's working through those issues then when people skip straight to NIght Wing and make him "The Good Robin."

Also, like Dick Grayson is always better in Titans adaptations bar none. I wonder why. It's almost like he's a Teen Titans character and that's where his good development is.

Cyborg: Cyborg is probably the most accurate to his comic book counterpart, the only thing they really cut out was his interactions with his father, and his connection to the city he grew up in which are important but like they were superheroes most of the time in this show. Cyborg just has like a really strong disability representation narrative which has always been a big part of his character and how he stands out. On top of that they do a lot of focus on Cyborg's flaws and his own personal narrative how like unlike most of the other characters he was a completely normal kid, and he had his life thrown off by his life altering accident and now he is still trying to grow up and gain some semblance of his life back. And like living with prosthesis is not the end of the world to him because he figures out he can still live just like everybody else, his life can be just as fulfilling before the accident. The fact that Cyborg is just kind of a normal kid who went through a horrible accident, but chooses to do good and become a hero makes him one of the more compelling and down to earth characters. Cyborg's all about his emotions too,he's like the most driven, the most in a hurry to grow up, the most argumentative he's cool.

Starfire - I mean I kind of explained why, but Starfire is the character who suffered the most from the adaptation. Especially since she's the only character who doesn't get a season. If you want to watch a more comics accurate Starfire, who still keeps her traits of being the loving, emotional, heart of the group while having a much rougher exterior then please watch the Live Action Titans on HBOMAX.

Beast Boy - Actually pretty accurate, I like to bully Beast Boy so don't take this too seriously, but Beast Boy is like if Dick Grayson was more annoying and whiny. Beast Boy is an essential member of the team, but he's not the smartest, not the strongest, not the most driven. He's kind of completely necessary because you need one person on the team of children who acts like an actual kid. Beast Boy's weird immature bullshit is actually just as important as the other character's issues, and this Beast Boy especially gets two seasons sort of since his character is so tied to Terra. The only thing that I'm sad they cut out is Beast Boy's trauma from losing the doom patrol is so interesting in New Teen Titans and such an important part of his character for a long time, it's a little bit sad they cut out his really bad depression.

Raven - I don't knooooooooooooow. The thing is I don't know if you could have done a comics accurate adaptation of Raven as a character. Raven in the comics is like such a slow burner character. For the longest time she barely interacts with the team she just like teleports in and out. When she starts living with the team she has no relationship to anybody besides Jericho until like, way past the Terror of Trigon arc. If you wnted to do a cartoon that is about the dynamic of the whole team, where every character consistently shows up every episode, where they have to get in group fights, those traits of Raven would not have fit well at all.

Like, adaptations sometimes have to make changes. However, I think Raven's character is actually a lot more in spirit of the original character than people give her credit for. Like I've said in othe rposts Raven is Jean Grey. What you need to get right about her, is that she is a heavily abuse and isolated child who believes deep down she is evil, and she will hurt people if she ever loses that carefully managed control of herself. If you keep that core to her character I believe you have essentially captured the spirit of her character. Characters aren't just like personality traits, they're also themes, and the most important theme of all to Raven is a young girl told she wasn't even allowed to exist, and that her birth is a sin reclaiming agency over herself and learning how to live. Teen Titans has that and so you have a character that is true to the spirit of the character if not a 1:1 adaptation.

Terra - This is probably the best adaptation of Judas Contract. Yes, I know Terra in the cartoon is way more sympathetic than comics Terra but like, a twelve year old cannot process comic book Tara Markov, grooming victim, sociopath, hater and still see those sympathetic traits. I think once again the spirit of the character, rather than a 1:1 adaptation.

I read an interview somewhere where, the gist of what they said was the creators also didn't want Terra to quit the team, or fail at the end of her arc. But, some people aren't meant to be heroes. That is who Terra is at the core of her character. She's not necessarily a bad person, she just couldn't make it as a hero. Terra's self involved, and unempathic, and hurts a lot of people but at the same time her life is genuinely hard, and she was groomed by Slade and all of these things make Terra a mess.

I think one thing that the cartoon nails is number one Terra is a fake human being TM. Basically no matter who she is around, Terra is never presenting her real self to anyone. Terra's personality changes wildly depending on who she is with, when she's with Beast Boy she acts like a normal kid, when she's with Raven she's catty and mean spirited, when she is with Slade she's conniving and manipualtive, there's like no consistency between any of these identities because Terra is in constant survival mode. She is just a runaway kid who is saying and doing anything to live to the next moment because she's had no stability in her entire life.

Number two, is that Terra does not trust anyone, ever. Terra is exactly the kind of person who would blow up over a little betrayal of thinking Beast Boy told someone else about her powers, because like I said she is in survival mode. She is constantly expecting that betrayal coming and trying to make herself ready for it. In fact, I think from Terra's point of view the Teen Titans betrayed her to begin with. The night that Terra betrayed the Titans, she makes it sound like Beast Boy is the one who betrayed her by breaking his promise to her to always accept her and be her friend no matter what happens. That's insane because obviously he'd be mad at her for letting Slade get the access codes to the tower, and distracting Beast Boy while he attacked all of his friends. but like...!! In Terra's weird little head it makes sense. Terra can't really see the consequences of her actions because she's always reacting to things. She literally cannot decide things or choose things for herself, so it's almost easier to do what Slade wants of her because number one the way Slade treats her alligns with Terra's idea of what relatinoships are, based on transaction and not trust. Number two, he at least introduces some kind of control in her life, whereas the easy trust the titans share with one another is something she's to scared to belive in.

So yes, I think cartoon Terra is different than comics Terra and I definitely like comics Terra better but I don't think it's a bad adaptation of the character at all. I also don't want to fault the show for not being like the comic books, it's an adaptation it's supposed to make changes.

#teen titans #new teen titans #raven #beast boy #robin #cyborg #terra #tara markov #starfire #dc asks #askspookies #teen titans meta

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vividsekai · 2 years

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oh my god another pjsk reader insert blog>!???? can i request tsukasa and saki with a younger sibling? no rush!!

the tenmas + reader as their younger sibling!

— [🌸] character/s. tenma saki and tenma tsukasa

contents. fluff, platonic headcanons, tiny angst (mentions of tsukasa and saki's pasts)

info. gn!reader, lots of rambling, i need to give them a hug so badly. word count: 323 (saki), 280 (tsk)

authors note hello hello!! first request and its with my favorite siblings <3333 thank you for the request anon!

similar stuff : rui + younger sib reader , touya + tenma!reader

most doting sister ever !!!! saki is the type to just randomly appear out of nowhere to give you the bear hug of the century

definitely drags you to phoenix wonderland to watch all the shows wansho makes!

(she may or may not also bring the rest of leoni with u guys... oh well, have a nice time 3rd wheeling /j)

sometimes, when you feel stressed or anxious, she'd drag you from whatever you're currently doing to go outside! to the mall, the arcade, anything to take your mind off of things :] she'll always lend a shoulder for you to lean on

fashionista™, you guys probably huddle up together to do eachother's hair and pick eachother's outfits!

because of the connection of pianos between the tenmas (including touya), i'd like to think that reader also plays the piano! or at least to an extent, tries to play it ^^

before all of leoni came back together, she'd often go to you for comfort. while she might not show it, she really wants everything to go back to the way it used to be. giving her a little push, she and ichika end up confronting shiho and later on, honami!!

did i mention that theres like a 99% chance you would get along with leoni yet? you're probably treated as a younger sibling by them aswell 😭

going into angsty territory for a bit, but since saki spent the majority of her childhood in the hospital, she can end up neglecting her health because she doesnt wanna miss out on anything :( be there for her! talk to her about it, ask her what she wants to do and the both of you can do it together <3

her childhood years have been incredibly lonely for her and she would definitely appreciate your words of encouragement :]

ALL IN ALLL 10/10 best big sister u could ask for. you guys r eachother's therapists

heeere comes the boyyy

hes SO, SOO proud to have the best siblings ever. tsukasa's going to run up to anyone whenever you're near him and just. "THIS IS MY SIBLING [name]!!!!!" proceeds to aggressively gesture at you and you're just standing there like ????

he'll introduce you to his troupe! he'd be ecstatic if you get along well with everyone part of it (he might shed a tear too tbh)

if you dont get along with them... how???? thats like.. impossible 😭😭😭 BUT HE'LL TRY TO FIND A WAY TO MAKE YOU LIKE THEM!! he swears he will while nene just deadpans at him while emu's on board with the idea

if you're having a hard time with something, he'll defo lend a hand and give you advice! when you're worrying about something or you feel insecure, he'll be there to pick you back up and try his best to make you feel better :)

i like to think that saki and him bake together when they can, so adding you into that, the three of you would have baking sessions!!! flour on the floor, counters, aprons, everywhere.. but even if its messy at least you guys had fun

you kept him company in your guys' childhood days when saki was ill and he appreciates it a lot. the both of you gave tsukasa the dream to become a star, because he always wants to see the two of you smile

even if he might come off as overwhelming sometimes, he doesn't mean it! he's genuinely trying his best to be there for you while also focusing on his shows. 10/10 brother everyone needs a tsukasa in their life

#tenma saki x reader #saki tenma x reader #tenma tsukasa x reader #tsukasa tenma x reader #project sekai x reader #proseka x reader #THIS WAS SO FUN TO WRITE #i need to give them a hug #tenma siblings my skrunkles #es. writes #🐇. requests

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thr-333 · 1 year

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All in all, it got me thinking so much, did F!Leo never think that without him the brothers might have become completely different people?

Maybe they would have felt all their lives that they were missing Junior? They felt a great longing for someone they didn't even know. Maybe it would have changed them. Would they ever be able to forgive F!Leo for taking their brother away from them?

Yes I’m so glad you brought it up because you see I have been doing some thinking on how this would actually affect the family. I did mention something about an its a wonderful life scenario. So prepare for my ramblings good citizens!

To talk about how the boys were affected you first have to talk about Splinter... Yeah he did not handle the loss of his son well at all. He spent a lot of their early years out looking for Leo jr. Who he could never find and eventually gave up, believing he was dead. This made him super paranoid and he will pack everyone up and force them to move every few months at random with no warning. Admittedly I haven't thought much about his personal arc that will come with time suffice to say he is even more neglectful than in canon.

Raph has DID in this au because I made an entire comic about it so clearly I’m obsessed with the idea. Raph as 3 alters Red(inspired by Red.Angel.Of.Preventing.Harm), Savage and Raph himself, Mind Raph’s role has sort of been replaced(we’ll get to that). Savage is obsessed with finding ‘blue’ he will front and go out scouring the sewers for him, during that time it’s not safe for anyone to leave the lair. Raph is very much like what he is in canon except he fronts less sharing the body between Red and Savage more often and is somehow more anxious and pressured to protect his brothers. In place of Mind Raph he has a vision? Hallucination? Straight up Introject Alter? of Leo jr as a child who acts very bright and bubbly, a representation of the little brother he couldn't protect. Red has the same except his version of Leo is as an older teen who mocks him for his failings as a brother. His Leo represents the brother they all need, someone who could do a better job than him who could actually keep the family together. Red resents Leo jr for the hole he left behind in the family and his own projected issues. Feeling incredibly guilty for blaming a most likely dead kid for his own short comings. Red is the only one that ventures beyond the sewers after Splinter stopped, doing supply runs and the like.

Mikey in this is still trying to play the role of family therapist but is getting tired/burnt out from it. All his attempts, strategies and plans always fail or get shot down so he is halfway to giving up. His attitude is less upbeat because of this leaning more towards Dr Delicate touch. The only one really willing to spare him time is Raph who smothers him so Mikey keeps trying to distance himself. He yearns for independence(or to just get out of the lair away from the stifling negativity there) but he’s not allowed to go to the surface. So usually when Savage isn’t out and about he is going around painting the sewers. Mikey’s only confidant and support by their teen years is Leo jr. When every things too much and he’s alone Mikey will just go lie down in the room that they have always had set aside for leo and talk to their air. He likes to pretend Leo jr is the brother he needs that he never had, that believes in him that would help bring the family together for movie nights and to have fun.

Donnie is practically a stranger to the family. He never leaves the lair and rarely leaves his lab, too paranoid that someone is going to come back and take him or the others next. He spends his time making weapons and fortifying whatever lair they have set up in. No one in the family really understands him the way his twin would have and with barely getting to spend any time with him they don’t know how to accommodate him. Splinter picking them up and moving them every few months sets him off like nothing else not only is he out of the safety of the lairs he had fortified but he has to get used to a whole new environment, readjust with little to no warning. Which(speaking from experience cough cough) can be really hard, especially when you’re Autistic. He will often have mental shutdowns or meltdowns just needing to hide himself away under a desk or in a closet for hours to calm down, this is a bi weekly event. He doesn't morn Leo junior the way the rest of them do, more so fears the unknown of what happened to him. That mourning period comes after they meet(because come on I’m going to make them meet at some point the fluff and the angst potential is too much) where he can grieve what could have been.

So all in all it’s going to be very hard to forgive the man that took their brother away.

#rise of the tmnt #save rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise #rottmnt #f!leo #future leo #future leo au #leo junior au

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superpixie42 · 4 months

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Little Lady asked to watch Inuyasha so it's The Three Spirits of the Monkey God while I get started on dinner. I am SO FREAKING GLAD she seems to be totally in the dark about basically her whole life blowing up the other day. She adores her Nana and she's going to be devastated when she leaves- I just have to hope once my Mom calms down a little she decides she loves her grandkids more than she hates my husband and doesn't retaliate by ignoring the kids like she has been the last two days.

Brother is a baby he'll move on quickly but big sister is very attached; just not having Nana in the house is going to be hard - let alone if she chooses to keep her distance once she's in her own place (or makes it so I can't bring the kids over without crossing boundaries. I want them to have a relationship but not to the detriment of my kid's view of her daddy). Mom isn't talking to either of us, but according to my sister she's planning to stay in town so hopefully we'll be able to work out some kind of visit schedule. Even if it means I don't have a babysitter for the foreseeable future because I just don't have that kind of trust in my mom at the moment but dinners or playdates for girlie's sake would be nice.

I'm vaguely considering getting Little Miss a therapist because between this and the cats getting rehomed earlier this year that's a lot of loss really quickly for a tiny human without knowing why.

#Christmas was great #stressy tummy and blood pressure spikes are my favorite gifts

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deludedcrayon · 4 months

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just going to vent for a little bit please don’t reply if ur just going to judge

i cook dinner for christmas every year for my family because i genuinely enjoy it even if it is a lot of work. i was especially excited about this year because i was going to make two new dishes, and i put on the shopping list that we needed parmesan and told my mom we were all out of it. my mom forgot it and it was the main ingredient for one of my new dishes. i started crying because i literally fucking have bpd and have trouble regulating my emotions, and honestly, my family doesn’t even do decorations or presents anymore, so this dinner is really all i have. immediately my dad yells at me not to “ruin christmas” and my mom doesn’t even apologize or acknowledge the fact that she forgot something. i’m not blaming her, i know these things happen, but i feel like a simple sorry would be common courtesy because everyone knows how seriously i take this cooking. my brother was the only one who took me seriously, he went out to whatever stores were open and searched for it until my mom called him back bc he couldn’t find any. at this point, even though it’s what started it, i’m not even mad or distressed about the missing ingredient. i’m just tired because i can hear my parents complaining abt me in swahili, thinking i don’t understand even though i can hear them saying “exaggerating” “[my name]” “crying.” i’m just tired of the lack of support from them. i’m working with my therapist on my coping mechanisms and dbt, but it’s still hard accepting the fact that my parents will never understand me. no matter how much they say they support me because they give me a place to live and my mom “claims” to understand bpd, it’s obvious they don’t because they judge me when i have these emotional moments and don’t even bother to try to talk to me. i know it’s small, i know it’s not a big deal, i know i’m overreacting, i don’t need someone to lie to me and say that it’s the end of the world, i just need someone to understand that it feels that way to me. i feel so taken for granted for in this house. would they even love me if i didn’t provide use? if i didn’t take my meds and stay sober for them? if i didn’t go to school for them and work the job they made me do? if i didn’t cook for them every holiday? i don’t even feel happy about the holiday anymore. i don’t have any decorations or traditions, i don’t have any presents to give or recieve, i don’t have any affection to give or recieve, and now i feel like my dinner is ruined (even though logically i know it’s not). i’m just tired. i think about that quote about how u can’t heal in the same place that broke you. all i look forward to is c-**ing myself. what’s the point of even trying anymore i just have to get out of here before im so mutilated i have nowhere else to go.

#actually paranoid #actually traumatized #mental health #trauma #anti psychotics #adhd #neurodivergent #vent #bpd vent #actually borderline #vent blog #personal vent #borderline blog #borderline problems #living with borderline #bpd feels

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amor-immortalem · 2 years

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Is This the End?

Word count: 5500+

A/N: this has been sitting in my wip for months!!! It feels good to finally finish this.

Content Tags: named afab! MC, smut (but there’s a fuck ton of plot that comes before it, I’m so sorry), make-up sex(ig?) personal headcanons used, angst, it gets a little fluffy at the end, asmo plays relationship therapist (kind of), degradation (light), dirty talking, fingering

Minors do not interact

“I’m so tired of this, Mammon!”

“I didn’t even do anything this time! What are you on my case for now?!?”

For the past two weeks, Aurelius has had to listen to his parents fight and bicker like they were two children. The reason was never the same but it was never about what a couple might usually fight about either. Maybe this was a long time coming- his parents never really fought much now that he thinks about it even after almost 16 years of marriage so it could just be that the little things have built up to a boil.

Okay, maybe it was wrong to say they never fought- they’d had small spats in the past, but they never happened to have a real fight in front of him and his brothers and sister. But why now? What happened to them to lead them up to this point where the demon and human are consistently picking at the small mundane things and getting into verbal shouting matches over it? Could it have been those pictures that cane out a couple weeks back? The ones that show his father in a very… unsavory position. It almost looked like… no he wouldn’t, would he?

The half-demon’s phone lights up with a message from his sister- had it not been sitting face up in his lap, he’d have missed the message until the shouting had died down. Unlocking his phone, Aurelius gives a quick glance to the text before replying.

Azaela:

Are they still at it?

Aurelius:

Yep. Haven’t stopped since you ‘n Mahlon left to visit Cyrus at work this morning. Don’t bring Mahlon home from the dorm.

I’m deadass about to pack him a duffle and he can stay with us at the HoL until they get their shit together and stop screaming at each other.

Azalea:

Aight

Wonder what’s goin’ on. Mum and Dad /never/ fight like this. You don’t think…

Before the green-eyed teen can respond, he feels the room’s temperature rise drastically and the air crackle with static before…

BAM

The sound of a door slamming, startles the half-demon as he waits for the sound of any more fighting to start up. When he doesn’t hear anything, the eighteen year old makes his way downstairs. He sees his father sat on the couch as he holds his head in his hands but his mother is no where to be found.

“Dad?” The sound of his voice causes Mammon to jump.

“Aurelius? I thought you’d left with your brother and sister earlier…”

“N-No, I had make-up work to do from school since I missed all those classes a couple weeks back when I was out sick…” he lies, “I’ve been up in my room the whole time. Is everything alright with you and Mum?”

At that the white-haired demon lets out a sigh.

“I don’t know. She’s really pissed about those pictures that were taken of me when I was at The Fall with Uncle Asmo a couple weeks back- the ones that got leaked online that make it look like I’m having an affair behind your Mother’s back.”

“Oh yeah… I can kinda see why…” Aurelius shifts uncomfortably from foot to foot. “Were you?”

“No, I may be an idiot but I’m not stupid. If your Mother ever caught me cheating on her, not even Lord Diavolo would be able to save me from her wrath. What those pictures don’t show is that I was so fucking trashed that I didn’t know who I was making out with until your Uncle intervened- even then I wasn’t really paying attention. We left right after that but neither of us thought there had been any pictures taken.”

“So why didn’t you or Uncle Asmo just tell her what had happened yourselves? Some random demon at the club taking advantage of your drunkenness seems like it would be something pretty hard to forget…”

“If I actually remembered anything that had happened the next morning, I absolutely would have.”

“Aren’t you too old to be blackout drinking?”

“Not when I have your older siblings as children…” Mammon sighs as he stands. “Anyway, at this point, your Ma is so mad at me that I don’t think she’s gonna be comin’ home any time soon- wouldn’t be surprised if she took Mahlon and ran away to the human would for a bit too.”

“And you’re just okay with that?”

“Not really but my chances of tryin’ to reason with your mother right now are… well let’s just say I’d have better luck winnin’ the jackpot at the casino... I’ll give ‘er a few days to cool down before I try again.”

“And what if a few days is too late?” The teen asks, “What if she wants a divorce because of all this?”

“Divorce isn’t a thing down here. But if she wanted to separate… well, maybe that’s what’s best then…” Mammon can only shrug, “Hate to say it but ever since we had Mahlon, our relationship has been goin’ downhill. We just never let y’all see it before now.”

“So you’d just rather give up then work through what ever the issue is? You’d rather tear all our lives apart than find a way to make this better?” Now Aurelius is angry with his father too.

“We’ve tried to fix the issue.” The demon explains, “We’ve been in and out of couple’s therapy for the past four years and every time things look like they’re getting better, they fall apart even more after a few months. The point is that I’m tired of trying to put a band-aid on our problems and maybe separating for a bit or even altogether will fix it.”

“How would any of that fix this? If you separate that means you don’t love each other any more and that’ll lead to-”

“Hold up, I never once said we didn’t love each other- you could love someone with every fiber of your being and still not be able to live with them long-term. Sometimes that’s just the way that it is.”

The teen bites the inside of his cheek. He doesn’t know what to say any more. He wonders what he can do to keep his parents under the same roof- wonders if maybe he hadn’t chased after his dreams of being a model and stayed home more often to look after his younger brother that they wouldn’t be facing this problem right now.

“I’m going to go back to the dorm now…” his voice soft but it’s a lie. What he’s really planning to do is track down his mother and see what he can do to ensure she doesn’t leave.

Once the boy is gone, Mammon runs a hand through his fluffy hair. He’s really messed this up now. He wonders what he can do to repair the relationship he has with his wife.

・・・〆・・・

“Now, Arella, do you really think my brother would cheat on you?” Asmo asks as they sip on a glass of wine while they listen to the human’s woes.

“Asmo, I don’t know what to think.” Arella frowns as she paces back and forth. Now that she’s out of the house and away from Mammon, she’s a little calmer. “I’d give anything to think I was just being crazy, and paranoid, and jumping to conclusions that aren’t there but those pictures…”

“Pictures? What pictures?” It has the Avatar of Lust’s interest piqued.

“These- back from that night you two went out to The Fall.” She pulls out her D.D.D. and shows them to Asmo.

“Oh… I see how you would get that impression that my brother was having an affair. It certainly looks that way to outside eyes.

“So I’m not jumping to conclusions?” That’s the one thing she doesn’t want to hear.

“No, you are.” They hand the phone back to her. “We got wasted that night- I’m talking blackout drunk which was a stupid idea. Even I almost went home with some random stranger for a one night stand. And as high status as we are, any demon would jump at the chance to bed us. You get what I’m implying, right?”

“I do,” her eyes are downcast to the floor, “you’re saying my husband was taken advantage of?”

“Just that little bit… but yes. You see demons are either super exclusive or super open when it comes to relationship structure depending on the court they fall into. Relationships like the one you have with Thirteen and my brother are almost nonexistent-especially among greed demons who are highly possessive of their mates- so if you get the right set of circumstances together, you end up with something along the lines of this picture- an outside demon that doesn’t quite understand that you, Thirteen, and Mammon are open with each other but closed off to any extra partners. Plus… she kind of looks like you from behind- I don know if that was by choice or chance though…”

At that, Arella lets out a relieved sigh. While she would rather it not happen at all, Mammon getting taken advantage of is something she can deal with as it comes.

“Thank you for helping me see how stupid I was being, Asmo.”

“I wouldn’t say you were being stupid- like I said before, to outside eyes, it really did look like he was having a little extramarital tryst but since we’re on the topic, why are you so worried about Mammon cheating on you?”

“I guess… I don’t know- it’s dumb to say this but our relationship has been… rocky for these last few years. It almost feels like he’s not interested in me anymore. We don’t have sex anymore- he just doesn’t seem to want it and that led me to think maybe he’s getting it elsewhere…”

“Could it be that maybe you getting pregnant with Mahlon had something to do with it?”

“I’m sure it did… not that I blame him for this rough patch Mammon and I are going through but after he was born, you know I had a complete hysterectomy since having my tubes tied the first time didn’t work like it was supposed to. Everything was taken out because we were done having children together and three was enough considering what would happen if I ever did find myself pregnant again… and that’s when I noticed he seemed to lose interest in me.”

Asmo only hums in acknowledgment, waiting for her to continue.

“Part of me wonders if that was a mistake though- getting the hysterectomy. Sex was always such a big part of our relationship that it feels like I’m unattractive to him without it and its not for lack of trying on my end either. I’ve tried multiple times over the past four- almost five- years to initiate thinking maybe he’d appreciate it if I showed interest first but he shuts me down every time with something along the lines of ‘Sorry, not right now,’ or ‘I’m too tired for that right now. Maybe in the morning,’ and it hurts but I get it.”

The human pushes some hair behind her ear.

“He’s stuck at home most of the day with a four-year-old while I work- who wouldn’t be tired? I remember what it was like when the twins and Zulima were infants and we were recovering from their births but your brothers had all gone back to school. I was tired all the time then too even with you helping me so we could sleep in shifts… but even then mine and Mammon’s relationship still felt loving.”

“But now it doesn’t?”

“I don’t know what it feels like now…” she takes a seat on the couch beside her. “Maybe lonely is a good way to phrase it…”

“I think you two need to have a serious talk then.” Asmo hums, “You don’t know if there’s a specific reason as to why you two stopped having sex outside of him just being tired or uninterested- it could be deeper than that. Like, if I had to take a guess, then it could just be a natural thing that you might have to wait out.”

Arella shoots the fifth-born a curious look.

“I suppose as a human you wouldn’t exactly know but I’m sure you have the same instinct just on a smaller scale so I’ll explain and maybe you’ll get it.You know demons take an incredibly long time to gestate- that’s something we went over in health class back when we were all students. Well anyway, because we typically have such a long gestational period, when our young finally do arrive both Mom and Dad are only interested in raising their little one until they can fully fend for themselves at around age 1300-1400. Until that time, a demon’s sex drive goes down almost completely to zero. It only returns when the mother’s pheromone levels start to come back up. But with you- your menstrual cycle came back six months after the twins were born so you kind of snapped my brother out of the whole ‘no sex until my young can fend for themselves’ thing because your body was basically ready to conceive again.”

“And now that I don’t have a cycle and I’m not producing those pheromones anymore, Mammon’s not interested.” Her eyes widened as she connected the dots. “And this naturally doesn’t wear off for 13-1400 years?”

“Give or take a century or two, yes.” They nod, “That’s why I said you two should have a serious talk over this. If the lack of a sex life is what’s bothering you, then you should bring it to his attention. You know Mammon’s not the brightest bulb in the pack- it may not have even crossed his mind since its just instinct for us demons to be so focused on making sure our offspring thrive.”

“Ah the joys of interspecies relationships…” Arella lets out a sigh, “I’ll get going now. Thank you for your help, Asmo.”

“No worries. You know my door’s always open. Have a safe walk back home.”

・・・〆・・・

Aurelius doesn’t know where to even begin looking for his mother. He thought maybe she might be at one of his Uncles’ houses but when he text around to see if any of them had seen or heard from her, most of them had replied that they hadn’t with Asmo having informed him that she had just left their house. And that left the cambion back at square one. He lets out a sigh as his phone rings in his pocket.

“Hello?” He’s quick to answer it.

“Aurelius? What’s wrong?” Arella responds, “Your Uncles have all been texting me that you’re looking for me. Did something happen?”

“N-no,” the teen chews on the inside of his cheek, a nervous tic he knows he needs to quit. “I…I know you and Dad had a pretty vicious fight earlier and I just wanted to make sure you’re okay…”

“I’m fine, actually, I was just on my way home now to apologize to your father. I kind of blew the situation out of proportion by jumping to conclusions that weren’t there.”

“You mean you’re not going to leave?” His voice is a little too hopeful- a little too relieved.

“No, I’m not… Sweetheart, I know what it must look like to see your father and I bicker and fight when we’ve tried to keep that away from you and your siblings for as long as we have but I promise you whatever you think is going to happen won’t. The last thing either of us wants is a separation.”

“Is there anything I can do to help out more? Anything I can try and get Azalea to do to help out more?”

“No, Aurelius, you, your sister, and Cyrus all help out more than enough. You all babysit when asked and you all help out around the house when your father and I need you all to as well and that’s enough. Plus you three have your own lives to live.”

“But I know Mahlon tends to get in between you and Dad most of the time- what about you guys? Don’t you deserve to have some alone time?”

“I wouldn’t say he ‘gets in the way.’” Her voice is soft as she thinks of a better way to phrase it, “It’s more like… he gets jealous. I don’t know if you remember, but you and your sister were the same way at his age. One of you had to be between us at all times.”

“Yeah but I don’t ever remember either of us ever kicking or hitting or shoving Dad until he moved away from you. Mahlon’s too possessive over you and that has to be putting some type of strain on your guys’ marriage right?”

“A little bit,” Arella finally admits both to herself and her son with a sigh.

“So what can the three of us do to help?”

“I don’t know right now… when I think of something, I’ll let you know. Also tell your sister to let me know when she plans on bringing Mahlon home. I know she took him out so he wouldn’t see too much of the fighting…”

“We were planning on having him stay with us at the House actually… Cyrus was going to stay the night too.” The half-demon admits. “You guys should have the night to yourselves.”

“Thank you…” she smiles warmly even though she knows her son can’t see it. “I’m almost home now so I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

“Okay,” is all Aurelius can respond with. “Love you, Mum.”

“I love you too, Sweetheart. Take care.”

When it was finally over she hung up, placing the phone in her pocket as she stared down the front door.

Why does she suddenly feels so nervous? It wasn’t like this was the first fight she’s ever had with Mammon- probably wouldn’t be the last either- but something was gnawing at the back of her mind.

“This is stupid,” the human grumbles to herself, “this is my house too. I can come and go as I please in any manor.”

With a huff, Arella pushes the front door open as she steps inside. She goes to call her husband’s name but pauses when she hears that he’s already having a conversation with another party on the phone.

“Yeah, I get that, Thirteen. I miss it too and logically I know she can’t ever get pregnant again but she wasn’t supposed to be able to have Mahlon either and look where we are now…. No, I’m not blaming him! I just…”

As the ever quiet eavesdropper she is, Arella just watches from the door way into the living room as the Avatar of Greed paces a hole in their floor. He hasn’t noticed her yet.

“Fine!” He throws his arms up, “There’s a part of me deep down that’s scared that she could have another baby and it’ll kill her! Is that what you wanted to hear…? That I won’t have sex with my wife cuz I’m afraid that I’ll get her knocked up again?”

The human’s green eyes widen at his statement. That’s what this whole problem was about and to hear it wasn’t based on that instinct Asmo had explained to her earlier made Arella hopeful that the two of them could finally work this out and get back to the way things used to be.

She takes a step forward and prepares to make her presence known to the demon but she stops thinking it may not be the best idea to sneak up on her husband considering the fight they’d had only a couple hours ago. She tries to think quickly about a way of announcing herself without spooking the demon but she comes up with nothing so she just bites the bullet, so to speak, and calls out to him.

The sound of her voice makes him jump slightly as he turns to her.

“I’mma let ya go, Thirteen… Arella’s back.” He hangs up almost immediately, something he’s sure he won’t hear the end of from the reaper at a later date, to give his wife his full attention. “H-how long were you standin’ there?”

“Long enough,” the human shrugs as she takes a seat on the sofa, patting the spot next to her, indicating she wanted Mammon to take a seat next to her.

When he does she immediately leans against him, resting her head against his shoulder. When she feels the beating of his heart coming from the choker around her neck, she smiles to herself, amused that even after almost 16 years of marriage she can still fluster one of the Devildom’s most elite demons with just a simple action. It’s quiet between them for a few moments before Arella clears her throat.

“I’m sorry… for earlier… I saw those pictures and jumped to the only conclusion I didn’t want to hear…” her voice is soft, almost a little too quiet but in the deafening silence that’s come over the pair, it’s more than loud enough.

“You should be sorry,” the demon mumbles as he drapes his arm over her shoulder, “I don’t get why you think I’d be stupid enough to cheat on you… it’s like ya don’t trust me or somethin’…”

“I think it’s less about trusting you and more about the fear that one day, I’m going to wake up and suddenly I won’t be enough for you anymore among other things.”

“Such as…?” He’s waiting for her to elaborate on that last part.

“Well… it feels like you’ve lost interest in me ever since I had Mahlon. It feels like there’s no intimacy between us anymore…”

“Yeah, that’s kinda difficult to achieve when I can’t even get near you without the youngest gettin’ all upset and pushin’ his way between us.” He’s pouting now. “And then by time the li’l snot goes to bed I’m either in Hell judging souls so I don’t have so much to do when I go down there on the weekends with Cyrus or I’m off at Majolish shooting for a modeling gig and by time I get home you’re already in bed… it feels like there’s just no time for us anymore.”

“You know you don’t have to keep modeling if it’s too much, right?” She peers up at him, “We’d have time then…”

“I like having the extra grimm plus modeling is really the only time I get to spend with Aurelius one on one where I don’t have to go out of my way to make it happen like I have to do with Azalea.”

Arella doesn’t say anything to that as she lets out a quiet sigh.

“But… I’ve been thinkin’, if we don’t have time for us in our normal schedules… why don’t we make time? Go on a trip, just the two of us. Our anniversary’s comin’ up- we never have a chance to really do anything for it. It’ll be like a second honeymoon.”

That catches the human’s attention. A trip alone. Just them. No little one to get between them.

“How long would we go for? I don’t think being away for too long would do us any favors once we get back.”

“Just the weekend, we’d leave Friday night and come back some time on Monday. That’s at least two whole days that I have you to myself.”

She bites her lip- the offer’s tempting and the timing is perfect. With a slow nod of her head, she agrees to it.

“Anywhere specific you want to go?” Mammon asks and the human shakes her head.

“Anywhere is fine. Surprise me.” She curls further into his side. “You know, the twins are going to keep Mahlon for the night… we have the house to ourselves…”

“O-oh… really?” He shifts as she crawls into his lap. The mood between them has suddenly shifted.

“Yeah. It’s just us so…”

“So what?” The demon’s eyes dart down to her lips before meeting her gaze once again. He wants to kiss her so bad- well there’s more he’d actually like to do to her but he still has that irrational fear radiating in the back of his mind.

“You’re really going to make me say it?” She frowns, “Never mind then.”

The human bites the inside of her cheek. She knows she shouldn’t feel hurt- that he has his reasons for not wanting sex anymore- but she can’t help it. She’s trying not to let it show. The last thing she wants is to make him feel guilty or anything of that nature.

“I… Babe…” he’s trying to choose his words as they’ve never come easily to him when it involves his human, the last thing Mammon wants right now is to land himself in another fight. “You don’t understand! It’s not-”

“No, I do. I heard you on the phone earlier.” She smiled sympathetically, “That’s why I’m not pushing the issue. I know that even though you know there absolutely no chance we could ever have any more children it’s still something you worry about, right?”

“Yeah… I just… I want you. Y’er my wife and with how busy things are right now, I should be jumpin’ at any opportunity for sex but whenever we have any time alone and we’re in the mood, I start overthinking things and it kills it for me.”

Arella just listens to Mammon vent his frustrations out. She wishes there was something she could do for him but the only thing that crosses her mind is using the pact and that is something she’d never do for worry of drawing out a trauma response.

“Argh, this sucks…” he growls as he leans his head against hers. “Isn’t there something you can do that’ll force me to keep going?”

“You’re suggesting I give you an order?”

“Just for that first time… I feel like if you use the pact and we fuck and nothin’ bad happens then I won’t be so damn worried about it anymore.”

“I can’t fault you for that logic…” Arella hums, “but it worries me- using the pact. I don’t want to elicit a trauma response out of you.”

“I’m consenting to this though,” the white-haired demon says as he buries his face in the crook of her neck, “I want you to do this for me- that’s the difference… Please.”

And how, when he asked so nicely, can she not oblige him especially when what she’s been craving for the past four plus years is only one command away.

“Mammon, I order you to fuck me and not to stop for anything.”

She can hear him start laughing at the way she phrased the command and a furious blush rises to her cheeks.

“Why’re you laughing? You’re the one who told me to give you an order!”

“You couldn’t have phrased it differently? It sounds like a line from a cheesy porno!”

“I couldn’t think of any other way that wouldn’t sound worse, okay? I’m not the best at giving these types of commands.” Arella lightly swats the demon on the arm. “Now, are we doing this or not?”

“Oh, we’re doin’ this.” He smirks as he pushes the human onto her back, caging her between the couch and his body as he dips his head down to claim her lips in a rough kiss.

Soon it’s not enough for the greedy demon as the urge to hear her moan his name is starting to eat at him. He breaks away from the kiss, trailing a path down the side of her neck with open mouth kisses and bites until he reaches the junction of her neck and shoulder. He places a firm bite there, just enough to break the skin and leave a mark that wouldn’t fade away any time soon.

The soft whimper from the pain drives him crazy as he laps and sucks on the would to soothe it while his hand makes its way into the shorts she’d been wearing. He teases her clit with his fingertips through the fabric of her underwear, smiling to himself as she rolls her hips forward seeking more friction as her hands fist and unfist in his t-shirt. She’s whining, thoroughly done with the light touches and teasing.

Slipping her panties to the side, the Avatar of Greed slips one finger in to test the waters, her fluids coating the digit almost immediately.

“You’re already this wet? You’re really askin’ for it. I’ve barely even touched you.”

“It’s been over four years since you’ve shown me any type of attention like this. What did you expect?” She lets out a noise somewhere between a huff and a moan as Mammon slides two more fingers in, not wasting a moment more on stretching his human out as fast as possible.

“Slut… betcha can’t wait to have this cock splittin’ ya open.” The way her wall start to flutter around his fingers as they curl into her g-spot earns another smirk. “You gonna cum already? Gonna cream on my fingers alone? Go on. Do it.”

She bites her lip and a muffled squeal erupts from her as she hits her climax dead on. Her hips grind and rock against the demon’s hand as he works her through her orgasm only stopping once he removes his fingers and licks them clean. The human is left, shaking, panting as she tries to gather her bearing. Her eyes trained on her husband’s mouth as he removes his fingers tugging and her shorts and underwear was he sits back up and fumbles with his belt. Both her shorts and his pants are dropped to the side of the couch.

She’s not paying them any mind as Mammon’s large hands slide up her thighs as he places her legs on his shoulders.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to this?” His voice resembles that of a husky groan as he presses into her slowly. “Fuck, it feels so good… Doesn’t hurt, does it?”

The human only shakes her head as she cradles his face in her hands and brings him down for a slow kiss, fingers carding through his fluffy white hair as he begins to rock his hips slowly. Her soft moan breaks them apart and his lips find purchase on her neck once more, leaving new love bites to accompany the ones he’d left earlier. She clenches around him when he starts to speed up, still sensitive from her earlier release as tears start to well on her lash line and her gummy walls only try to suck the demon in deeper as he gives a particularly rough thrust.

“M-Mammon,” she wants to warn him of what’s coming but she feels so good- he feels so good- that she can’t get the words out in time as her back is arching off the cushions, toes curling as another orgasm grips the human.

And Mammon lets out a growl from deep in his chest as he fucks her through it, his thumb rubbing tight circles around her swollen clit. “Did I say you could cum?” His voice is stern but lacks any kind of real bite to it.

“N-no. I- I’m sorry!” She sobs from the beginnings of overstimulation, “Please- I- it’s too much! I can’t take-”

“You can take it, Baby. I know ya can. I’m almost there. Just a little longer.” With his free hand, Mammon wipes the tears from her face, the squelching sound of their mixing fluids only serves to spur him on and he pounds into her roughly. “You’re doing so good- look so beautiful under me.”

She lets out a whimper as her walls flutter and pulse around his cock. The feeling of it twitching against every sensitive spot in her cunt and the rough, wet slapping of skin on skin enough to send her over the edge, squirting and making a complete mess out of both of them.

Mammon shivers as he dips his head down, burying his face in her neck. His hips stutter as he cums and he’s grasping for his human’s hand, intertwining their fingers as he groans. It’s quiet between them for the most part, the only sound they can hear is their panting and the beating of each others hearts.

“Fuck…” Arella’s the first to break the silence with an exhale. “That was…”

“That was amazing,” he smiles as he nuzzles into her neck. He lets her legs down cron their place on his shoulders. “I love you. Love you so much.”

“I love you too,” she smiles softly as her legs move to wrap around his hips to keep him in place. “We’re going to need to wash the covers for the couch cushions when we decide to get up…”

“Yeah… when we get up but I ain’t done with you yet. I’m not satisfied yet.”

Arella shivers at the look in his eyes.

“Glad we’re on the same page then.”

・・・〆・・・

End

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