#BUT. UGH GOD I HATE THE DENTIST

[not-mothman]

aaaaahhgghh someone send me that lil guy whos clenching his teeth and covered in blood. you know that guy. the drawing. you all know him. send him to me. please.

[inameating]

TOKYO GHOUL CHARACTERS GOING OT THE DENTIST listen i dont fucking know if these people (well not rlly) go to the dentist i dont know how ghoul teeth work but im treating this with my knowledge of dentistry which is limited to the fact that ive been quite often the alst couple months so in short trust me bro real ones know i love stypid hcs so here is some the dentist question has only been raised by one person on reddit 10 years ago so im just going to treat this like ghouls are human people who go to the dentist

starting with the quinx girl if u think shirazu goes to the dentist ur dumb. he walks in and the receptionist goes 'aww are you here to get your veneers fitted?' because he has sharp teeth like when ppl get their teeth shaved for veneers i think .. his teet h probably yellow as FUCK im not saying that hatefully i just think he forgets to brush his teeth sometimes .. thts all

mutsuki is probably scared of the dentist or maybe im projecting but i jsut think he is . and thats ok.. (he doesnt go) (but his teeth r fine he brushes thrice a day and prob uses floss and mouthwash)

urie goes to the dentist i reckon .. probably uses those whitening toothpastes too .. idont think hes afraid of the dentist but i think he'd get that kind of 'ugh do i have to' feeling everytime an appointment is coming up

saiko might go to the dentist if its a pretty girl who can bring all her tools to her bedside! so no she doesnt but she makes sure to pick food out of her teeth

akira mado has never missed a dental appointment and i strongly believe that . every 6 months . she opens her mouth and it hurts to look at bcos they are WHITE not whitened but just like naturally white . shes probably the healthiest person in that institution tbh

ui either goes to some posh dentist with super comfy waiting room seats OR he goes like once every 4 years . i choose to believe the former bcos he probably would be upset to have 'smoker teeth' ... he probably hates the taste of mint though but still uses mint toothpaste and breath mints cus hes an idiot

hairu!!!!!!!!! she probably has those trendy toothpastes that r in diff flavours in the cute pastel packaging, i saw them on tiktok . she probably has flavoured floss and like pink mouthwash aww😭choosing to believe she dyed her hair pink and she is just cutiecore as fuck by the way . she probably brushes her teeth twice a day because she doesnt want them to get bad . aww aw ... also she probably is on really good terms with her dentist and probably texts them like theyre her buddy . she probably goes a normal amount so like once a year maybe once every 9 months

juuzou hates brushing his teeth . which is bad because he likes sweets!!!! id like to think that hairu would give him a toothpaste to try (while internally praying he does so because his breath fucking reeks) and i think he'd be ok with it . i think he'd keep forgetting but he'd try to make a routine of it at least every evening (god forbid he tries to take up even more time getting out of the door in the morning) . juuzou has also many several dentists . shinohara encourages him to go and then eventually drags him into the chair and they always end up having a 'juuzou you cant just keep biting shit' talk

i cant think of any more yap ill make a part 2 maybe

[cutecowthing]

Heyy

I don't have much to talk about kink-wise but I can share how my weekend was....or specifically my friday since my weekend was boring af aside from watching the last of the Hunger Games films for the first time.

On friday my friends came over to play d&d and I ran a combat session that everyone seemed to enjoy. I get really insecure about my GMing skills bc I'm still new to it but one of my friends is the type that doesn't say things just to make you feel better and she said that it's a fun campaign and that the others seem to like it so I'm trusting her.

I'm also dealing w my partner possibly having a mild chest cold so that's fun :\

And I'm going to the dentist tomorrow for a filling T-T thank god for insurance

🍄

that sounds fun!! and UGH i hate going to the dentist 😩

[moon-blanket]

I Finished the Imperium-- here are my findings.

Welcome to the Imperium / Your Place Amongst Magic

Not much to note, Echo wasn't as scary as I thought. I was more so "oooooh"ing and "aaaah"ing about the cool set up. I love me a good tragedy.

Hunted Down by an Obsessive Water Elemental

Kody why do you sing for so long. Please stop.

Blake's "But I'm not-" when being referred to as a Dreamwalker. That's clever, I see what happened here.

VINDEMIATOR !!!! WOOO !!!! I was So afraid that he was gonna be Mean the Whole Time. But I get putting up appearances. He slayed though.

A Desperate Incubus Asks For Your Help

The immediate tone change from Vindemiator oouugu guh YEAH.

Him apologizing if he scared us i'm going to Weep and Sob. The comeback of "living and being alive are two different things" had me shaking the bars of my enclosure. Oh yeah, that's my baby.

I will do Anything for you sir. I will die for this cause.

Hell YEAH getting Kody's ass. Get the fuck outta here baby !

"What are you gonna do, fuck me to death?" return also !!! we love callbacks.

At an Enforcer's Mercy

Vin's little thing about Not wanting to talk about what just happened, how it's just another means of survival :(((

HUXLEY NOOOOO. Huxley baby this isn't like you. Where are your mothers.

Freelancer standing up for Vindemiator when Huxley starts to punch him !!!!! Soulmates in every universe I'm tellin' ya.

Alone with the Fanatical Academy President

Would you hate me if i said I was kinda into it. I was a little Scared, but I get it a little bit.

His whole story about how he got where he is, golly ! that's a little frightening !! And his condescension when Freelancer keeps asking about Vin !!! ouu u ugh that was Something.

Uncomfortable Truths with a Hopeless Demon

Avior !!! Hi Avior. I didn't know that the Haven was a sort of ploy ! It does make sense in the long-term. The Imperium can take any power it gets huh.

And it's Starlight !! can these two not get trapped in a hell for like 5 seconds.

Oh there's the kicker !! an apocalypse !!! I knew this was happening, but hearing the characters acknowledge it !! uhoh !!

His little speech about how No One listens to him and how he goes to the roof to scream at stars :(( What if i Cry.

Consort to the Tyrant King-Imperial

I knew Damian was King-Imperial. I knew Angel was his Consort. Still in awe.

Angel has Very Valid concerns and Damian just brushes them off with "I'm the King" !!

Him freezing/tracing them so they couldn't move during their argument >:(( What the fuck sir. This is not love !!

Turned by a Devious Vampire

Do you think this is what Sam is going to do now that he's kinda left the Solaire Clan. The dentist part, not the mass-maker part. Could you imagine.

Regardless, he seemed nicer than I thought. A little nerve-wracking for sure, but there was Some kindness there. Poor Baby though, and Poor Ivan afterward.

The fucked up cycle of mass-making is crazy. No wonder the Meridian is Dying.

Caught By a Cruel Werewolf Pack

This one i was Most excited for. Imperium Pack Fics are some of my Favorites. I did kick my feet a little when Milo showed up. Sweetheart still being his mate :') once again soulmates in every universe.

ASHER !!! EJ, I understood before but now. I see the whole picture now. I immediately folded.

Him mentioning David and Darlin' OUCH !!! He misses his mate so much. I didn't know it was bc Christian and Amanda were off fucking !! what !!!

Babe asking if he's okay after chewing Christian out, and actually holding a conversation with them-- even if it's an interrogation a little bit. And once he finds out their agenda he takes them to the Den oh my god it's happening guys.

I ate this audio up. I think it's my favorite so far.

Claimed by Two Sadistic Vampires

What the actual fuck is happening right now !!! I mean good riddance Adam, but what !!!

Welcome Back

yeah yeah Echo thank you so much. I do now understand why everyone is afraid that it's constantly raining in the Prime Universe now though !! I get it !!! I'm afraid too !!!

The little bit at the end with Asher and David, and how David just wants to spend time with his best friend before the E&E Games :') that was a really nice touch and also. hurts a lot after the Inversion and Imperium !

It's time for the Cataclysm. I'm sure all of my thoughts will Drastically Change lmfao.

I gotta re-read some Fics first though ;)

[voidsuites]

emmy’s has me going back into my carmy phase 😵‍💫😵‍💫

using the christmas bot instead of getting ready for my concert LMFAO but that’s fine.

he’s just so important to me god i think being a pathological overachiever’s peace is my destiny 🤕

aaaaaanyways how r u today hehe

- 🧸

but omg the christmas bot being my first ever bot is nutso (that + the barbie “she’s everything, you’re you” being my first two bots??? what was my brain on there) crazy. BUT YESSSS CARMYYYYY… no bc i relate to clutching onto that one thing you’re good at and just ignoring everything else despite it all deteriorating around you like AAAAAHH. like it’s your craft but it’s also your downfall. it’s gonna kill you babe! ugh jeremy allen white i love you baby once chance please

my day’s been going well— went 2 the dentist today (no cavities 😎😎😎) and i’m going to get boba in a little bit! i know a sweet treat HATES to see me coming fr. but after that i might just chill and maybe work on bots. ik i said i’d take a break but i kind of lied! might do a halloween drop or something for them bc i want to do that tashi vamp request i got a while back but also that freaky steve harrington one i got too lol

have fun at your concert!!!!!! hozier is going to kill it like always. can’t wait to hear all about it!

^^ me and jeremy btw

[melodic-cherry]

Crystal ( me ) rambles • self indulgent post •

Topic: If I could be a muppet, am I going as me or cherry.

UGH! What a question my best friend asked me today during our call. That’s such a question for me because Cherry is my favorite character I’ve ever made. I would love to live out her and Dr. teeth having a relationship…. As well as I would love to know what it’s like to be somebody like her! Realistically me and her have nothing in common, except for not being comfortable around dentists, which is a joke in their relationship ( lol .) I’ve had the Muppets as my special interest since I was around 5 years old. So IDK!!! For so long I’ve always imagined myself being a doctor at Muppet labs. ^^;;…. So if I got the opportunity, I’d really be torn. I love the doc more than anybody I promise he is my world!! But in reality, what I go for a guy like him, probably not?? I tend to like guys closer to gonzo or scooter… so that’s a fun fact about me ^_^. I can’t see myself being who I am as a Muppet and Dr. teeth liking me due to just how different we are as people. Not that he would discriminate! Just literally I don’t like being around people and I hate doing social activities when that’s his whole thing XD. But I guess unfortunately, knowing me, I would probably go as myself, but always try to watch dr teeth from afar. QwQ… if I could have it my way I would split my soul in 2, and let cherry be real and myself be real but that’s not possible!! Actually, this whole question is theoretical but still!! I would be more than happy being Dr. Bunsen honeydews niece and working at muppet labs! I know damn well that Bunsen would accommodate my autism and not expect me to do social tasks nor talk since I’m usually mute. I would like being kind of like almost what beaker does except for….i do the doctor shit (??) assistant. Doctor’s assistant. but still called doctor… yes that’s good. If gonzo wasn’t still with Camilla, which is an off and on again, relationship weirdly, I would probably go for gonzo. Ofc!! But I can also see myself dating scooter but we’re very similar people so I don’t really know how that would work. Also, fun fact I’m really happy that I see a lot of the fandom ship scooter with Walter because I’ve always head canoned scooter as bisexual!! I personally think that Walter is gay but that’s just me. I believe that Walter is a gay trans man. ANYWAY this is a ramble but me? Personally? I gotta live my muppet truth but GOD I need a world where cherry is real and I get to be her, but I’d be like dying and becoming her never had been me bc that would make no sense- need cherry x teeth ( golden cherries ) so badly

[prudencepaccard]

creepy testing floor dentist spotted at the fertility clinic. well that's not good

shot cuts off before she wrote her last name. I bet it is just Casey

"my mouth hurts" "which room caused your mouth to hurt?" jesus harold christ

"can you please just talk like a normal person" damn we know the real/original Gemma is there and knows who Mark is. this is both good and agonizing news

"I have custody of his brain now" incredible Devon line

dammit Devon if you're going to end the call, end the call

is this gonna be one of those things where someone didn't hang up properly so they get overheard

oh so she's been sucked into their free personality tests

I swear to God, if she VOLUNTARILY faked her death…I get that she wants a kid more than Mark but damn

so what, she has a bunch of different innies (maybe one per temper?) and rotates them Dollhouse-style?

you've heard of baby shoes never worn, now get ready for disassembled IKEA crib

oh no blue light in the kitchen, that's nothing good

"and which room caused your hand to hurt?"

all these different rooms with their own little psychodrama, and the same sinister jailer/experimenter in each of them, has a whiff of the season finale of The Prisoner, and I've always called this show The Prisoner: Corporate Edition

hell yeah get out of there!!!

if she does break out that will be yet another thing the episode has in common with The Prisoner finale

oh no this is it isn't it. the car crash or whatever

damn it

her not believing the lies about outie Mark is a lot like innie Mark not believing the lies about the rest of MDR having refused to come back. this augurs well at least

ugh I hate this so much

has she been trying to escape the whole two years or is it only now that she's like "this is dumb I'm leaving"?

I know all will be revealed but it's just like what kind of kidnapping exactly happened hereI sympathize with Reghabi's urgency cause they are definitely fucking killing Gemma when Cold Harbor is done

I can't wait for Lumon to get their shit rocked

also I'm back to hating Milchick. when Helly tried to escape she had her outie to blame for going back in. Ms. Casey getting sent back to the testing floor is 100% Milchick

I'm only partway through but WHAT AN EPISODE. I don't know why it dropped early but it did

I've been live reacting at @captious-solarian from behind spoiler bars because he hasn't seen it yet, here's how that's going so far

severance spoilers below babey!

reactions from the first 20 minutes:

I always wondered what the Lumon version of an e-meter was, I guess that's it

FUCK SHE HAS AN OUTIE

"nobody likes the dentist" yeah! I knew it! I said that the dental tools were the scariest shot in the trailer!

so weird to see Mark with a normal haircut

man Jacques Brel is really having a moment in TV music

this is all very Up montage

wow Ricken really is more likable in this montage

oh hell yeah. everybody gangster till the psychedelic blue optic cables

[taegularities]

ridddd 🫶🫶 how are you, my fav person on this app? i heard u were sick :(( pls rest up and drink a bunch of fluids 🙏

i unfortunately went to the dentist and found out i need to get ALL FOUR WISDOM TEETH OUT 🤦‍♀️ i absolutely hate the dentist and ik this will be my downfall fr 😔 plus my insurance isnt accepted by the surgeon they recommended me (its 3k wo insurance) so now i gotta try to find someone else (american healthcare is a scam ‼️)

i hope the weather is nice where you are! its finally 50 F here and im thriving under the sun 🫡

im really happy you're resting rid! ive noticed you arent as active and instead are watching shows/relaxing, i rlly hope you get some good rest (esp before ur school and job begins) ❤️

i hope you are well <3

- wife from war anon 💂‍♀️

(ps i hope i dont bother u with the long messages! i try to condense it as much as possible, but i love sharing with you!)

hello, my loooove !! aghhh yes, been feeling under the weather and sleeping all day... and my head is threatening to burst :') thank you, i'll rest lots 🥺 how have you been? <3

UGH EW dentists, i'm so sorry you have to go through all this. all four wisdom teeth? how the heck did that even happen 😭 but yeah, i don't know too much about the american healthcare system, but i've heard it's not very yay. i really hope you find someone else soon and that the teeth pulling and healing process passes smoothly 🥺

nO, gosh it's cold af... around -2°C/28°F, which is probably why i got sick at all 😭 so happy (and jealous) that you're enjoying the sun though, babe <3 yes, definitely trying to rest as much as possible.. this is the last month before july that i'll be able to chill a little, so... doing my best 💕

AND NOOO, oh my god, you don't bother me at all btw !! i love long messages, bc they show me that y'all are comfortable sharing/venting/conversing with me. it means a lot, so dw 🤍

[definegodliness]

The Philosophy of the Panta Rheic Bovine Defecation As Told By Schwami Orimarki

Schwami Orimarki says:

"Count your losses as blessings."

Unless someone kicks your teeth in, then you should count your losses so you can tell the dentist, "hey, I loft four teef." Saying, "I am bleffed wif four teef", would cause unnecessary confusion.

Schwami Orimarki says:

"Every end is a beginning."

Where the two meet the greatest truths of life unfold. That's why any religion that prohibits eating ass is a false doctrine and should be discarded as such.

Schwami Orimarki says:

"When the wind blows, rise tall against it."

Pull your dick out for a nice surprise.

Schwami Orimarki says:

"Love is the catalyst of The All's perpetual flowing."

Or was that morning coffee? It's basically the same. Know one and you'll know the other. Apropos, Love is also the catalyst of creation. See? Just like morning coffee. Herein we also deduct that Love, in fact, is not All. Coffee could be love, but love is free. So unless you get a free coffee, it ain't love, honey.

Schwami Orimarki says:

"Those who seek answers, find answers; those who seek questions, find truths."

Sometimes an answer is really satisfactory though, like, the sound of one hand clapping? Just use your index, middle, and ring finger to slap down on you thenar eminence. Pap pap pap. Close enough. It's a convenient reason to stop questioning. Verily, the one clapping hand is the closest man can get to experiencing the truth of God.

Schwami Orimarki says:

"People who only fear the horned bull, get trampled by the bull dehorned."

False reassurance brings forth the bane of unjust confidence. That sounds rather clever, doesn't it? I assure you I am still bullshitting. This could also be a false reassurance. Were I to have had horns, we'll never know. There aren't any pictures.

Schwami Orimarki says:

"Through faith, anything is possible."

Thing is, you don't have to have faith. You just have to instill it in others. Reality is nothing other than a theory communally agreed upon. That's how I became an oracle. Which raises the question if it truly matters who you think you are -- you know, like, deep inside -- when you are perceived otherwise by your peers, or, let's say, your cult. How much of the self is dictated by others, as such? Confirmation bias is nigh unbreakable. But whose confirmation bias are we talking about?

Schwami Orimarki says:

"You don't have to be who you think you are."

But at the same time you become who you're thought to be. Ugh, see? I can't stop the bullshittery. I hate being an oracle. I hate this cult. I could say they bore the fuck out of me right now, and still they'd seek deeper meaning in those words. It's maddening. All I wanted was a little cottage away from humans, so I could spend my life in solitude. Watch the grass grow. Smoke some later, playing a little Nintendo. Only going outside to walk or play fetch with my dog. But noooo, gotta answer life's greatest questions now. Impregnate women who want little oracles... I mean, damn. You really want a kid that says things like, "never let routine hush your soul to sleep", or, "we are but commas in our life sentences"? Heh, that one's pretty good, actually.

All right, gotta wrap it up.

Schwami Orimarki says:

"All right, gotta wrap it up."

Practice safe sex, people.

Thus spoke Schwami Orimarki.

[sammysreelreviews]

5 More Of My Favorite On Screen Mean Girls

Before I start I will say that I started writing this in June/July but now it’s September and since then I have moved out of my house so it’s been hard to write with all the new changes happening! I’m glad I can FINALLY bring you the third part of this series. My two most liked posts on here are about my favorite movie and tv mean girls and someone messaged me and say they wanted more so I dug to the bottom of my brain and came up with some girlies I might have missed. If you wanted to read my other mean girl posts the film one is here and the tv one is here. Enjoy the list y’all I thoroughly enjoyed making it. 

1. Santana Lopez (played by Naya Rivera)

Show: Glee

Ugh. I first started writing this in June and writing about Santana now in July is honestly bringing tears to my eyes. Naya’s tragic death was so god damn heartbreaking. Santana was one of the best TV characters. She was my favorite on Glee and one of the best performers. She was also an out and proud Latina which I know meant so much to so many people. Her character was not only multi layered but made tv history. I don’t know if you can classify Santana as a mean girl or as someone who just kept it VERY fucking real. I mean no one else was giving Rachel the reality checks she so desperately fucking needed! One of my favorite Santana moments is when she auditions with the song Rain On My Parade, that Rachel so infamously crushed in a previous season, right in front of Rachel I mean... iconic? Santana Lopez is, was, and will always be that bitch and Naya Riviera will always be known as a superstar with uncontainable talent.

Best Quote:  “I just heard the news that Trouty Mouth was back in town. I’ve been keeping a notebook just in case this day ever came. Welcome back, Lisa Rinna. I’ve missed you so much since your family packed their bags, loaded them in your mouth, and skipped town. Can’t tell you how many times I’ve wanted to enjoy a crisp pickle, but couldn’t find anyone to suck the lid off the jar. I assume you’ve been working as a baby polisher where young mothers place their infants’ heads in your mouth to get back that newborn shine. So glad you’re back. I haven’t seen a smile that big since the acclamation abominable snowman got his teeth pulled by that little gay elf dentist. Love, Santana.”

2.  Lu aka Lucrecia Montesinos Hendrich (played by Danna Paola)

Show: Elite

What can I say about the Latin Barbie... let’s start with the hair. I mean who just looks so on point every single day!? Looking your best is always a queen bee necessity. Besides always being camera ready I think my favorite part about Lu is when she switches to english just to really hit the point home. When Carla noticeably avoided her and she said “You bitch!” Ugh, iconic! Lu is the closet we’ve gotten to Blair Waldorf because they have the same amount in their bank account, good grades, love scheming, and can really rock a headband. Lu is down right mean as hell season one but as the seasons go on her tough girl facade starts to fade well, sort of. If you love top tier dramas watch Elite! I dare you to not fall in love with Lu. That’s my bitch!

Best quote: “Narco Barbie.”

3. Katherine Pierce (played by Nina Dobrev)

Show: The Vampire Diaries

Katherine. Fucking. Pierce. The woman the myth the absolute legend. She is the best villain on Vampire Diaries cause she’s literally the most selfish bitch on the planet! Katherine invented the phrase I want it I got it. Katherine doesn’t have a lot of redeeming qualities but one of them is the way she hates Elena and can we fucking blame her!?! Elena is the worst!!! Imagine the two loves of your life falling for a girl who looks EXACTLY like you but has absolutely no personality!? EW!!! Katherine did like ONE nice thing ever and it was being nice to her daughter before she died. When Katherine died in season 5 a part of me died too but thank god for Kai Parker.

Best quote: “Hello, the cute one’s here!”

4. Rebekah Mikaelson (played by Claire Holt)

Show: The Vampire Diaries/The Originals

To be honest I couldn’t get that into The Originals but I loved Rebekah on The Vampire Diaries. If you wanted to see how a Leo woman moves and operates there is no need to look further than Rebekah Mikaelson. Rebekah was a bad bitch but she had feelings! All she wanted was a guy to love her and it’s veryn understandable when the guys in Mystic Falls look like that! I like Rebekah cause she always had the best outfits and was the only one besides Katherine who realized Matt was hot as hell.

Best Quote: “If you don’t shut your mouth the next thing to come out of it will be your teeth.”

5. Rei Hino/Sailor Mars (Voiced by: Michie Tomazawa, Cristina Valenzuela, Katie Griffin, Emilie Barlow, and Rina Sato)

Show/Movies: Sailor Moon franchise

I know she’s a hero but let’s be honest, Rei was a massive bitch! She was always making fun of Usagi for literally no reason and she even tried to steal Mamo from her! Like sis READ THE ROOM. One thing I admire about Rei is her sense of style. She really was serving lewks all day everyday I mean that pink overall fit is still iconic in 2020! I think one of the reasons she’s so mean is because she’s fighting the forces of evil in a stiletto! I mean they’re cute but not practical for fighting the bad guys! Although Rei is the literal definition of an Aries she cares for the people she loves and that is why we tolerate her.

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #421

“hunted by hundreds and never to be caught  /  descent to wander, bring terror and take 'em all beyond”

Which do you prefer, donut holes, jelly filled donuts or normal donuts? Normal donuts. When you get old, are you going to make a will? I mean probably. Ever made your own definition for something on Urban Dictionary? No. What do you call your grandparents? "Grammy" and "Grampa." Do you like weddings? Not especially because I'm a bitter fuck. Do you want to live in a dorm in college? I never wanted to, so I never did. Have you ever had your tonsils taken out? No. Are you single/taken/crushing/confused? Single/confused. Is your best friend single? Yes. Is your first real best friend still there for you? I mean we have one another on Facebook, but that's the extent of it. Do you still care for your first love? Very much. I hope he's doing okay since his mother passed. What color is your blanket? Navy with black swirls. Are you listening to music right now? Yes. I am obseeeeeessed with Alissa White-Gluz's cover of Powerwolf's "Demons Are a Girl's Best Friend." Have you ever felt as if you lost your one true love? I feel like that all the time. But I should add that I don't believe there is JUST ONE person designed for you. There are way, way too many people on this earth to have just a single, perfect match. Which do you like better: Bowser, Mario, Luigi, or Princess Peach? Well I mean I always picked Luigi in Mario Kart, so I got a bias, ha ha. How many tattoos do you have? Six. Plenty, PLENTY more to come, though. Would you ever consider getting a mohawk? No. What do you like to do most in your free time? Do random shit on the computer. What’s your work title? Unemployed. Do you pay rent? I don't. What was the reason behind the last time you wore a bandage? I cut my finger opening up a cup of yogurt. Yes, I'm serious. What music artist have you listened to a lot lately? Powerwolf, lately. And Motionless In White. Who is taller, you or your best friend? Me. When was the first time you ever listened to your favorite music artist? Well, as a little kid, Mom would play some Ozzy in the car occasionally, and I actually loved "Perry Mason" so much that I would ask for her to play it. Growing up I'd obviously heard "Crazy Train" through random things, but I never truly listened to him until I got into middle school and went through my mother's CD case, discovering new music as I got into rock and metal. Do/did your siblings cause trouble? Nah, not really. If your siblings are old enough, what do they do for work? I honestly don't remember my half-siblings' positions, but my immediate younger sister is a children's social worker, and my older sis is a mammographer. Have you ever been jealous of your siblings? Jealous, no. Envious, extremely. They know what the hell they're doing with their lives and making shit happen. Do you still live with your parent/s or do you live alone/with a partner? I live with my mother. What feeling do you have the most difficulty in expressing? Jealousy. How do you think you would handle yourself in a crisis situation? Freeze up and probably die lol. Does any particular season make you happier than others? Why/why not? Yes, autumn. It's not hot as fuck, the air always feels so fresh to me, and I love the many colors of fall. It's just... chill. Can you adapt to change easily? Any examples? FUCK. NO. Do you see yourself as worthy of love? Why/why not? This answer can change from "yes, because I'm a good human" to "fuck no because I'm worthless" in 0.5 seconds. Do you think you are competitive? Do you really dislike losing? Not in general, but I can be in some areas. What would you be famous for? Fuck if I know. If you had to, would you rather dye your hair red or black? Red. I loved my hair when it actually took red dye well. What do you typically do on Easter Day? Go to my older sister's house. Have you ever viewed the moon through a telescope? No. Do you normally finish one book before starting another? Always. If you were given the chance to be immortal, would you take it? Heeeeeell no. Would you pierce your nipples for $100? Almost certainly yes; I mean that's $100 for something I can just take out if I don't like it. Have you ever dated someone who had a child? No. Would you ever consider adoption? Even if I wanted a child, no. I know I would need either the blood connection or for the child to be my partner's that I truly love. Do you tend to go for guys/girls with certain eye/hair colors? No, I really don't care how you look on the outside. Do you know anyone who plays guitar? Yes. Do you live within an hour of the ocean? More like two hours. What are you currently sitting/laying on? My bed. Have you ever dated a friend of one of your siblings? No. Did you have an imaginary friend as a child? An imaginary wolf, yeah. Which parent do you look most like? My mom, I think. Ever failed a test? Yes. That's all I did in algebra during my last college attempt. Do you have any friends who are famous? No. Your most recent ex breaks down and tells you they love you, what do you do? Well I know she loves me as a friend, but idk if she still does romantically, but either way, I'd tell her I love her too and ask if I can do anything for her. You and your last ex: who should hate who? Neither of us. We have a perfectly fine relationship. Do you believe you pick who you fall in love with? Definitely not. Last thing you ate? I had a peanut butter sandwich for breakfast. Are you obsessed with someone? *discreetly eyes Markiplier* If you had to write a brief message on a dollar bill that many people would eventually see as the currency circulates, what message would you write? I'd have to think longer on this, but definitely something about not putting so much worth into the money and not allowing greed to rule the individual. What serves as the greatest motivation for you in your daily life? The hope for a happy, prosperous future. If you were a multimillionaire, what do you believe you would be doing at this very moment? Well, it's morning and this is my prime time to really just chill and do my first scope of the Internet, so I'd probably be in a beautiful house in the woods of the mountains by a beautiful waterfall. I'd have the windows down to listen to nature, make sure via AC if necessary that it's cool... Damn, that sounds nice. If you could have a cookie jar full of anything you wanted, except money or cookies, what would it be full of? Hm. Perhaps a very motivational quote that I'd draw each day, kind of like fortune cookies, but actually good and applicable, ha ha. If someone were looking for you in a bookstore, in what section would they be most likely to find you? YA or fiction. If your ex came up to you and asked you to take them back, what would you say? Anyone but Jason or Sara would be an automatic "no." Jason would have to really prove himself. Sara, I'd be willing, but would ask her if that's what she really wants given our positions right now. Do you think Ke$ha is annoying? I don't know anything about her personally. I actually liked her music back in the day, even when I was all about metal. Last time you were hit on? No idea. Do you ever write in pencil any more? I always do if I have that option. I don't like that you can't erase with a pen. If you HAD to get a piercing (not ears) what would you get? At this current time, my right nostril again. What do you wish you had more knowledge about? Politics. Would you ever get someone's name tattooed on you? Noooo. Do you have a lot of scars? Yes. I scar very easily. Have you ever had stitches? Twice. Have you ever dealt with a divorce or parents fighting or any kind of abuse at home? Before my parents divorced, there was a lot of fighting. Do you remember the person you first kissed? Of course I do. Have you ever kissed someone you weren’t dating? No. Who was the last person you fell asleep with? Sara. Have you ever listened to music you hated just to fit in? "Hated," no. I just tried to get into bands that I just couldn't, but didn't hate. Ever been called babe? Yeah. What is your favorite Pop-Tart flavor? Chocolate sundae. Have you ever made your parents cry? Yeah, sadly. Do you wear glasses? Yeah. And yet I'm still blind with 'em. Have you ever made out with somebody on a bed? Yeah. Are you tan? Most definitely not. How did you meet the last person you texted? She kinda like, gave birth to me. Next big event? My nephew's fifth birthday. Ugh, how is he getting that old. Do you think you have to be skinny in order to be beautiful? Fuck off, no. There are some gorgeous/attractive plus-sized people. Have you ever made out on a couch? Yes. Has the last person you kissed ever seen you cry? Oh god, she witnessed me sob once. Would you ever get gauged ears? I want very small gauges in my bottom earlobe piercings. What is your favorite sushi? Ew. Have you ever been in a school talent show? What for? Noooo sir. What were you like at 17? Oh god... so sad and yet so happily, madly in love at the same time. I both love and hate that era. Tell us about your worst date. Haven't really had a bad one. I had one with Tyler that was an adventure that most would consider awful (flat tire, had to walk in the whipping wind), but I had fun, ha ha. What should be illegal that isn’t already? I dunno. What’s the song you most wish you had written? Probably John Lennon's "Imagine." What is the worst break up you have experienced? Y'ALL KNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW. Do your parents wish you were more successful? Oh, I am CERTAIN they do. They'd never admit it, I'm sure, but I know I'm disappointing. I had so much promise in school. Has a significant other called you unattractive before? WOW, no. Has a significant other ever called you by the wrong name? omg no Have you ever caught someone doing something bad? Cheating on their bf, yes. Has a dentist ever screwed up on anything when working on you? No, I don't think so. What is the worst birthday you have ever had? My 16th. I felt very, very unloved. I don't even like going into it. Have you ever been spit on by a llama? No. Have you ever locked yourself out of your car/house? The house, yes. With my elderly dog with arthritis, in the middle of winter after a good snow. I was freezing, sitting on the front porch and eventually crying. My phone was inside so I couldn't reach my mom, who was at work. As night came, I finally broke and went down the street knocking on my neighbors' doors, and probably the worst fucking one opened. With a gun in his hand. He was apparently an ex-sheriff, and he clearly didn't trust me. He was kind enough to let Teddy, who was incontinent and marked territory, inside (thank fuck he didn't pee in the guy's house), and he gave me a jacket, but Christ, we played 20 goddamn questions to see if I was legit, I'm assuming. I was beyond thankful when Mom finally got there when I used his phone to call her. And as it turned out? The door wasn't even fucking locked, our old dog just jammed the hell outta it by jumping. I was so, so pissed.

[mc-slowwalker]

MULLET MULLET MULLET YES

philza being 100000 years old is something I can get behind tbh. my least favourite age hc, which I think I actually hate with a burning passion, is the tommy and tubbo were 9 during the first l’manberg wartime actually ignites a visceral rage in me

yeah!! I managed to make it to pink’s bedwars stream the other day and it was great. yeah lol I was lowkey upset too when foolish was added cause I had no idea who he was but he’s super fun so that’s cool! I like high energy stream more too cause I zone out super easily. unless it’s dream, he can stream anything and I’ll try my hardest to pay attention the whole time

ooooh vet that’s cool. oh my god c!dream going into the dentist after months in prison😭😭😭 I’m imagining c!techno as a beefy pig sitting in the kind of small couch/seats we have in the waiting room. Tommy would 100% bite and then get really mad about getting a toy that we give to little kids after their treatment lol

omg the pet wars 😔😔😔 so sad. everyone in the dsmp is emotionally attached to their animals than anything else and what can I say, I’m the same

oh yeah I also tend to take c!dream criticism to heart more idk why. I’m definitely way more defensive of c!dream apologists than any other they get so much unnecessary shit. though from your other anons it looks like c!sam apologists are getting more shit too which sucks but solidarity ig. oh man I get you I have to tell myself to like take a step back and not take everything so personally. another thing on twitter is that people who vehemently hate c!dream will sometimes just refuse to use /dsmp /roleplay tags like it’s not that hard, tweets without that have already been misinterpreted to hate on cc!dream which just pisses me off like you can have your shit opinion just tag it properly. and like when people tell them to include it they’ll be like “ohh the dream apologists harassed me.” and yeah people genuinely go around calling c!dream apologists abuse apologists and it’s terrible. like I don’t care if you have your bad takes and aren’t willing to discuss them, just tag it properly and don’t shit on c!dream apologists it’s not that hard. though it’s funny the other day, the first time I replied to some shut take on twitter, in a lighthearted manner too, I got instantly blocked and there’s this on person on twt, they’re also on tumblr, that blocks anyone that even slightly disagrees with them. oh well ig

also did you see about that lore that foolish did? it was certainly something

sorry for the late and shorter reply I got halfway through writing this then went to do something then just fell asleep and I just got a notification that ponk is live! and I’m awake so Imma go watch them

Jack Mulletfold I’m on my jack manifold mullet truther arc

The 9 year old thing was bad and I also hated the c!dream was 13 during the l’manburg war thing too like no this is all so much funnier if they are the ages that they are now. And like father like son fundy tried to set a timeline up too (his it’s been a year comment) like no dude stop time doesn’t exist unless it’s real world

With watching streams I’m the exact same way but I usually tune into quackity and tommy’s chill streams as well. I think it’s because I know them enough to care about what they’re saying so the lack of mental stimulation is made up for by my want to care

Wait fuck with the dentist thing would c!techno actually have to go to a vet instead because of anatomy stuff or-

C!Dream is probably missing a few teeth and after not brushing so long ugh

I would joke that c!sapnap’s done nothing wrong but I haven’t forgiven him for henry

I simply don’t user twitter I tried to post a shit post but I don’t understand the tagging system so it flopped. Stopped using it there and then. say what you want about me but you guys gotta know that I’m a petty bitch first and foremost. With the “harassment” stuff I’ve had my fair share of sending anons asking people to tag stuff right and half the time they just say why and then don’t do it. You wanna know why? Please thats why. I have a real issue with the abuse apologist stuff because like bro that’s a serious accusation and it’s overall just seems super inappropriate. It usually doesn’t get to me but if I’m in the wrong mood it can really fuck me up. When cc!wilbur said that every character was morally gray and that c!dream apologists were right & wrong about somethings I was kinda like “oh thank god a streamer I like doesn’t hate me for liking c!dream” and was hella embarrassed that I even let it get me that far skdhfk. Oh yeah about people blocking you there are so many people who have me blocked on here and while I totally encourage using your block button liberally and often I still notice and its like aw man… creeper…… so we back in the mines…….

You’re gonna have to be a little more specific I feel lije foolish has done a lot of lore, though I think I’ve missed most of it. Are you talking about truing to break into the prison? Hilarious that every character despite their opinion on c!dream has at one point attempted to break into the prison. If only c!dream knew that the only common enemy the server needed was a building they were supposed to stay out of

dont say sorry that’s illegal (/j) also the thing I like about anon is that you can come back and respond when ever is best for you? Makes me feel like an old western bar tender who is just vibing. That’s the dream social interaction tbh

[kinkylittlebastardsuniverse]

dental anxiety.

warnings! good old nsfw; unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, kids); oral sex (female receiving); bit of swearing as always; doc kink!; kind of a cheating kink kind of cenario as well (?) sorry if it was too far away from the original proposal; roleplay; myself fangirling over loki is a warning?

so, yes, you need to be over 18 to be reading this so everybody can go home safe. consider yourself warned.

words! a lot. but let’s say a 5727 for whoever is interested.

this is a fem!reader x loki and it’s based on this lovely anon request. 

hope you all like it!

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It’s not that you hated dentists. You thought they were very important professionals, their work mattered and all. You just weren't very fond of the idea of being their working material.

Unfortunately for you,  it's been a week or so that  your wisdom tooth was hurting like a bullet hole. And, again, it's not like you were a crybaby or anything like that. But, let's be serious, toothache just sucks. Full stop. 

So, against all your will, your body's biology won and you ended up making an appointment with your long-time-no-seen dentist. For today. And you were hella nervous.

No. You were terrified. 

Ok, you were an Avenger. And ok, you fought monsters and aliens and bad guys etcetera, etcetera. But you we still afraid of dentists. An you didn't like being judged because of this. 

Was it dumb? Maybe. Would you stop being afraid because of that? No. 

So that's why you told none about your little... hesitation on going to the dentist. And that's also why you have been so nervous about something the whole Tower couldn't even guess about. The whole Tower, except for Loki.

Afterall, how could you have been so fool to think you could actually hide something from the God of mischief in his whole glory?

"You've been behaving strange lately, love." Your long term boyfriend, Loki, asked in a sober tone while you were getting ready to go and meet him. Dr. Finnegan, your worst nightmare and former dentist. 

Yeah, you should have seen that coming. 

You froze in your spot, pondering wich would be the less ridiculous way to tell your boyfriend, an actual God, that you were going to face your worst fear exactly 40 minutes from now. 

"Oh. Have I?" Was the best your poor brain could manage to voice out at the moment. And, yes, it wasn't as good as you wanted it to be.

Loki frowned his browns, just like a parent who got his child in the middle of a lie. A hesitant "yes" came out from his lips and you knew you weren't leaving this room without telling him the truth.

At that moment - while you wondered which would be your destiny in this cruel full-of-dentists world - your tooth made the favor of bringing you the sharpest pain you have ever felt in your whole life. Ok, that was hyperbole. But it was a very sharp pain that made you wrinkle your face in disgust. Why, God?

Your dominant hand naturally went up to your sore cheek, trying instinctively to dim the miserable pain that damn wisdom tooth was causing you. Hell, how it hurts. Loki looked puzzled by your expression, a trace of concern ran into his gaze, even though his frame hadn't moved a muscle to touch you.

"You are in pain." He said, his voice making it sound more like a question. He tilted his head a bit to the right and frown his big blue eyes, the action making he look more like a concerned puppy then an all powerful, norse God. 

But that action of his passed unnoticed through you, since you couldn't find the place on your soul to admire his beauty self right now, thanks to that damn tooth. And, between the almost unbearable pain in your mouth and the angry with yourself for letting the situation become this serious, you scoffed at his comment, even though you wouldn't mocke his worry about you on your normal state. 

"Yes, Loki. I am in pain. Thank you for noticing." Another hiss and you wondered if it would be that bad for you to just rip out that tooth right at that instant.

Loki lock his jawn, clearly not enjoying your behave. But he let it go, 'cause he knew you had an very thin pain limit, even though you didn't like to admit it, being an Avenger and stubborn as Hell. So he dressed an assuring smile instead and walk into your direction, ready to help whatever he could. 

You were still with your eyes closed, your main hand resting softly on your cheek. You were still locked up on the thought of taking of the tooth yourself or not; all not to go to the dentist. You didn't notice your boyfriend's approach until his own cold, enormous hand rested just above yours, the affection of the gesture making you open your eyes suddenly.

Icy-blue eyes meet yours and you felt a hint of shame kick on your stomach for being unnecessarily rasp with him. Afterall, he just wanted you to feel good. It wasn't his fault you were in pain - both from the tooth and for having to visit the dentist. Your features softened on his touch, making you instantly lean on his hand, crazy for some coolness on your wisdom tooth.

"Sorry." You shyly said, hoping he would get you were moody at the time you scoffed him. Loki obviously knew that already, since he made his personal job to know you like the palm of his hand, you yourself making his job very difficult as you always seemed to surprise him someway. It fascinated him, to be honest.

"It just hurts so much." You meowed, your soft, delicious lips forming an stubborn pout, inviting him in. But he focused on helping you, his love, to get over your pain. Other matters could wait a little bit. 

"Are you going to the see a doctor?" He simply asked, his gaze running away from your adorable pout to look into your eyes.

You froze. Your stomach got sick and you could feel the color running out of your face while the coldest of the goosebumps ran down your spine, like iron claws ripping your back's flesh. 'Cause being with Loki made you forget your appointment with the Devil was getting closer and closer. You gulped, knowing he noticed your change of behave and that he would demand an explanation from you. Ugh.

"What's wrong, love?" His tone was so soft you could almost feel it caressing your skin. You sighed, because with that loving tone of his there was no way you could possibly lie to him. And he knew that. That bastard.

One deep breath and

"Iamafraidofdentists."

Quick as a child taking off a bandage so it wouldn't hurt that much, you let go of your "secret" and could already feel the red on your cheeks. Because something inside you insisted that being afraid of dentists was ridiculous. But you still feared them. The icy office, the falsely comfortable chair, the drills and injections and utensils used inside your mouth, where you couldn't see what the dentist was doing ... All of this has always frightened you since childhood. But, now you were a grown woman. An Avenger, loved and hated by many. Being afraid of dentists bordered on the ridiculous comic, you thought. And you feared Loki would think the same.

"I beg your pardon?" He asked, his hand still caressing your sore skin.

You took another deep breath, physically aching for having to say that outloud again.

"I. Am. Afraid. Of. Dentists."

And now it's done. 

"Oh." That was what leaved Loki's lips before he laughed softly, making you feel both ashamed and angry. Mix the toothache on that recipe and ta-dan: you wanted to both cry and punch him on the face.

"I know it's dumb but there's no need to mock me while I'm in pain." You voiced while you body retracted itself from his touch, denying his proximity. You felt more than embarrassed. You just told him something that, despite it's "childish" content, hurted you. It haunted you during your whole life. And you had expected him to at least respect that. 

His eyes widened at your acid comment, almost as if he had just realized that his reaction bothered you. And Loki couldn't stand the thought of hurting you.

"No no no." He hurried to say, the words coming out of his mouth like bullets from a 38. "I do not think it's dumb, alright love?" He hesitantly tried to put his cold hand back on your cheek. And you allowed him, your eyes narrowed in curiosity as to what he was going to say next.

"I would never think such a poor thing about you, my darling. Never." Despite his cold body, his words sounded warm and his smile hit you brighter than the Sun. 

"I just think it's odd that you kept that part of you from me, my love." His thumb began to wander over your skin, letting the electricity of his proximity invade your body.

"Because it's childish and dumb." You bluntly said, your eyes closing and your face leaning on his touch once more.

"I would say it's quite fascinating, actually." His voice was addicting to you, filling the room and bringing you to him. Always to him. "Afterall, it’s been a while now. But I still have so much to learn about you, you little puzzle." You could taste the sweetness on his voice and you started to wonder - something you have came to do along your relationship with the God - how could this men, the men that "almost destroyed New York city once" (fuck you, Thanos), could be this caressing and gentle once you have the chance to meet him for real?

"Besides," his voice cut through your thoughts and made you open your eyes, just to find his own already looking deep into you. "You're dating the God of mischief, dear. A master of the magic arts."

The smug smirk on his pinky lips made you inevitably roll your eyes. How could he go from something so lovely to something so cocky? You would never know.

"I could just" 

Pause.

"make the pain go away."

And you didn't know if it was because he said it through heavy lids, staring at your lips; or if it was the tone he used - low, pausadly, almost like torture; or if it was the very words he used, selected in such a way that you could say that his offer was genuine and perhaps innocent, but it aroused something in you that was far from innocent.

You swallowed hard, your anxious eyes roaming over your boyfriend's body as if they could devour him. The white, plain shirt he wore did nothing to calm your unclean thoughts, and inevitably the image of Loki in a lab coat fucking you from behind as your body leaned over his med-office table flowed into your mind almost as if it had already happened. And, God, how you wished it had.

You thought of him examining you as you sat on the stretcher, his icy hands running all over your eager body in a professional yet so sexual way you would be confused if he desired you or not. And then he would fuck you. Hard. In a way you had never been fucked before. And Dr. Loki would talk about your husband or boyfriend, telling you how they weren't paying you the attention you deserved and how good him - and only him - would make you feel. And you would cum on his cock again and again to a scream of his name and...

"Would you like that?"

Oh, you would.

"Sorry?" You replied almost instantly with a tremble tone, thanks to your away too fertile imagination. You were so lost on your unholy mind that you forgot he had actually talked to you and that he obvious expected an answer.

"The toothache. Would you like me to help with that?" Sure, the toothache. You almost forgot about it. And, now that he mentioned, it started to annoy you, again.

"Sure." The words slipped through your lips almost immediately, not giving you a chance to rethink your sentence. Your voice was weak, too weak, and you didn't need a mirror to know your cheeks were on fire not because of the cellular activity around your wisdom tooth.

Loki smirked cheaply before guiding your lazy body to the desk on his left. Your mind was still numb from your exciting brain activity from only seconds ago and you honestly weren't giving a shit about your pain anymore. There was only him. Him, Loki, and his slim figure and sinful lips and silver tongue. Him and his cold touches, slender fingers and that damn white shirt that you wanted so bad to rip from his torso.

The brunette effortless lifted you, making you sit on the desk as he slightly opened your legs, his cold skin never really touching yours. He positioned himself among them, keeping his distance from your core which made you swear under your breath. Because he was so fucking close; but not close enough. He kept one of his strong hands on your thigh and the other came slowly to your lower back, cheaply touching the place as a warn for you to stretch your back. You did, silently hoping for him to touch you more properly now.

You sigh, a tiny attempt to contain the arousal between your legs, and you couldn't decide if you wanted Loki to notice your present state or if you feared that he might find the reason behind your horny inappropriate. But let's face it, we're talking about Loki. He would be more than pleased to grant your wishes, whatever they were. You were his queen afterall.

But you seemed to ignore that fact as you tried desperately not to show how excited you were about his proposal to examine you.

Meanwhile, his hand was still firmly on her leg, close to the knee, making timid circles over the jeans that covered your hot skin. The other hand, the one on that was on your lower back, migrated sinuously to your face. Loki's eyes were serious, focused as he examined your jaw, touching where your sore wisdom should be with the most delicately of the touches, almost as if he could break you.

You swallowed again, his icy touch was away too soft in your opinion.

"So Ms. (y / l / n), tell me about your complaints." He said in a sober, clinical voice. Slowly and professional. And you couldn't tell if he was joking or being serious. You also didn't know which of the options sounded most disturbing to you. Or more exciting.

You felt a puddle form between your legs, because his eyes weren't meeting your confused ones while he was so damn focused on your jawn, as if it really was his damn job.

What was him up to?

He pressed some point a little too hard and you hissed, his hand getting away from your face instantly.

"Does it hurt here?" He asked; his tone still sober but a glint of concern shone on his beautiful face.

And you couldn't pinpoint the exact reason, but you decided to give it a shot.

"Yes, Doc. It hurts so bad."

It sounded more like a plead than anything else. And you knew it would kill him inside not to touch you after that.

"I see..." He managed to remain stern but you could spot the sweet glint of lux on his eyes. His voice was husk, even though the professional tone was still there. But you knew that look on his eyes. He was scheming. And you loved that.

"May you take your shirt off, Miss?" The "miss" sounded so divine coming out of his lips, humming to your ears as pure pleasure while his accent fitted into the word's corners just right.

"Yes, Doctor." You meowned for him, using your softest tone as your body automatically obeyed him, undressing yourself away too happily right in front of the man.

Soon enough you were shirtless, your breasts proudly hanging out on the cool air. You could feel your nipples harden dull to the cold and your pussy ache through the sensation.

Loki fixed his piercing gaze on your face, his eyes narrowed in pure concentration as he seemed to exam you, apparently not giving  a fucking fuck you were almost naked in front of him. You almost mop at this, craving his precisely cirurgical touch on your needy skin. Craving his lips, his hands, his cock. But, most of all, craving his attention.

Loki's hands traveled to the side of your breasts, lightly touching the sensitive skin in such a poor way that it almost forced you to beg for more. His fingers were cold as winter and sent a delicious shiver down your spine, making your whole body crawl with the sensation. You knew he had noticed.

Loki moved his shy touch to your neck, lightly touching the place. It seemed innocent indeed, but the presence of those huge hands of his on the delicate skin of your neck made you think of the most sinful things. Like the image of him, Dr. Loki, fucking you on the stretcher, your legs unbelievably open for him while he choked you, pounding on you until the only thing you could manage to say was his name.

Loki. Loki. Loki.

You shivered at your own ideas, closing your eyes quickly, gently, as his touch continued to roam around your neck and bust. The chills wouldn't stop and he applied the softest of pressures to your throat, making you almost moan. No, you moaned. It was low and soft, but it was still there. It was a moan. And, by his proximity, there was no way he had not heard that.

You swore silently, opening your eyes slowly to find his cold, malicious ones already staring at you, predicting your movements. His thumbs were still on your throat, pondering what to do with your vulnerable body, so merciful to him.

A puddle intensified between your eager legs, boldly showing how much your poor body wanted him. It was almost like it was showing off to him. So he could see (and feel) how much you craved him. Needed him. Deeply, madly.

“You know, Miss, I have a suspicion of what your problem may be, but I need to do a little more… complete examination. Just to be sure. ” His voice was sweet as honey, but you could feel the danger hovering behind his words. You couldn't help but associate him with a predator deceiving his prey, attracting it to its own perdition. And something about the way he said it pleasured all of your soul, making it hard to suppress the proud little moan that wanted to escape from your lips.

You were too caught up in the pleasure his voice alone caused you to realize when he began to remove his hands from your neck. Only when the cold of his absence hit you did you notice his touch moving. You almost protested. Almost. For Loki's divine touch began to walk down your body, down your bust and dancing softly at your waist, playing with the warm skin of your body as if it were the most interesting of toys. And, honestly, you kind of felt like a doll on his arms: completely at his mercy, doing as he pleased.

Loki played your body like a musician played a violin, always getting the right notes. And you had no choice but to melt in his arms. It wasn't the worst of dead ends though. You loved every moment of it.

‘Cause being his was a sensation you could never get enough from.

“If you will allow me” his voice sounded dominant in the environment, taking over not only your hearing but all your other senses. Overwhelming you like the addictive drug he was. That was his effect on you. Always. "I can help you."

Inevitably, you bit your lower lip, not being able to control the intensity of your own thoughts as your fertile mind wondered about the ways he could help you. There were so many.

You didn't notice, but you tilted your head back slightly, a gesture so subtle but so full of pleasure that it couldn't escape Loki's hawk gaze. Your eyes closed on a delirium of pleasure, just with the image on your head of Loki eating you out, his black curls lost in the middle of your legs. It was almost too divine to be so sinful.

"Your problem, Miss." Loki thought now was a good time to speak up, just to make sure you wouldn't come just with your imagination and without his permission. “Is quite particular, almost… singular.” He continued, his mischievous hands cutting across the skin of your belly, heading toward your eager core. And you didn't want - or couldn't - contain the sigh that escaped between your lips. A gesture that, unconscious or not, gave Loki the approval he wanted.

“They haven't been fucking right, have they, Miss?” He asked almost politely, what was an absurd contrast to the content of his words, so deliciously filthy. You understood that he meant someone, but the only person in your head now was Loki. No one else existed, no one else mattered.

You moaned in response, too caught up in his voice and the suggestiveness of his words to formulate a minimally coherent sentence.

It has been a long time since you moved to a more stripped down position. Your arms were behind your body, supporting the weight of your torso as your hips were more straight forward, your legs wider for him to fit.

“And you are craving to be fucked hard, aren't you? Such a nasty little thing. ”He spoke closer to your ear this time. You felt when his body leaned in, getting closer to yours. But you were too caught in the feeling of his proximity to predict his dirty talking. His warm breath danced on your earlobe and you inevitably threw your head back wildly, giving him room to act.

You felt it as his icy touch descended lower and lower, reaching the middle of your legs and you moaned at the shallow contact because you wanted more. And he pressed the region in response, because he could give you more.

“Tell me, Miss. Tell your Doc if it hurts here. ”He asked, his voice more embarrassed and clearly covered with lust. You could come right there with just that. But you wished beyond those poor touches.

“Yes, Doctor. Yes, it hurts so bad. Please make it go away. ” You half pleaded, half moaned loudly, letting yourself go. Losing yourself to his touches.

“I'm afraid my suspicions were right then, Miss. Such a needy little slut like you can't stand being fucked cheaply, huh? ” His tone was acid even though he kept it low. As if he was mocking you and your needy, vulnerable estate. Too bad you desired him too much to care about it. 

So you just nodded with your head. It was eager and fast, showing just how much you needed him to act. But Loki was a patient man and he knew it would be just so much better if you played along. Pluss, it's not like he didn't love to hear you beg. The soft little sounds he could (would) take from you were just heavenly. He would never get tired of them.

“Use you big girl voice, Miss.” He demanded as the grip on your clothed pussy tighten.

“Yes, Doc! Yes! Please help me! ” You almost screamed, your voice coming out so desperately you feared for a moment that the door might be open and that someone might come in. But as fast as it came, it went away and all you could think were Loki's fingers so close to your pussy while his husky voice drowned your ears.

“Oh, I will help you, sweet thing. I will fuck you so good you are not going to let anyone else fuck you. Ever.” He said through his teeth and you almost felt a twinge of anger there. As if the mere possibility of someone else bringing you pleasure made his blood boil. And his bossy, possessive attitude made you moan as you eagerly thought about how hard he was about to fuck you.

He walked away and you almost cried at his absence. Until you felt the jeans being torn from your skin and you chose to worry about the integrity of your clothes later. On the contrary, you let out an approval meow that sounded almost animalistic, to your surprise. Like a cat in heat and you've never been so wet.

Loki grunted in response, turned on by the sounds he was taking from your body. His hand went to your panties, breaking the material like it was nothing. Soon you were fully exposed to him who, on the oposity, remained clothed.

Loki knelt in front of you before you could find words to complain about the excess of clothes that covered the God's body. His icy-blue eyes remained glued to yours and no words were spoken as he slowly lowered himself in front of you, placing your legs over his broad shoulders as if you were - again - a doll.

Soon enough, his knees found the ground and you were wild open in front of his head, inevitably feeling his hot breath on your core as you anxiously predict the contact that was about to come. And there was your pussy covered in your arousal, glowing with pride through the room's light while the God's eyes did nothing but observe it, entranced.

Then he gave an open-mouthed kiss to your inner thighs, his eyes leaving you momentarily. You moaned, not allowing your gaze to deviate from the God lost in the middle of your thighs. His gaze returned to yours as he decided to give your pussy a long, firm lick and you swore your whole body screamed with pleasure.

A loud, pornographic moan left your lips as your face twisted with pleasure. Your eyes stayed open as Loki's closed, observing the pleasant expression he made as he tasted you. So sweet. It was when he groaned against your intimacy that you were forced to throw your head back, closing your eyes, delirious with pleasure.

Loki quickened his pace, eating you faster as loud moans and curses left your heavenly lips. It was such a sight.

One finger came inside you and you almost screamed. One more and his name left your mouth like a pray. 

His lips left your cunt to attack your mouth and you moaned as your taste came strong on your tongue while his slender fingers kept fucking you merciless. You felt your nipples burning through the rough material of his shirt and something about him being full clothed and you being all naked made you feel exposed; and vulnerable; and hot inside, as if you were about to cum. 

And you were. The knot on your lower belly was unmistakable and you suddenly felt like fireworks were exploding through your whole body.

You didn't have to warn him or ask him twice.

Loki fixed the pace, hitting all the right buttons for you to come. You felt your inner folds squeeze his fingers and the weight of his gaze on your face as you did so. Your vision became white and the all colorful and the pleasure was so much for you to handle.

God, you never came this hard.

His fingers left you and you couldn't contain the bitter feeling of emptiness that gesture brought. But Loki put a hand on your hip and you knew you would be full again soon. The other one, which was deep in your pussy just a few moments ago, he took to your lips and you sucked them, gladly obeying him. Your mischievous tongue roamed the length of his finger, sucking on every trace of you that might have been left there.

"Good girl." He proudly said, unzipping his pants and you couldn't be happier. "Obeying all Doctor's orders so well." And now he was taking his shirt off, exposing his beautiful chest for your hungry hands.

He tossed his clothes somewhere unknown to you and you both stand in front of each other fully naked. And there was something just... magical about him that made you sigh in anticipation for what was about to come (you, you hoped).

"As to help you with your little... struggle." His tone was cocky and full of himself, it should have pissed you off but it turns out you were only getting wetter. "I will recommend..." He stopped, wondering to himself what to do with you. "Three more orgasms." Your doe-eyes widened. You just came from the strongest orgasm from your whole life and he wanted three more? 

"Can you handle that, Miss?" But his voice was so demanding that you nodded eagerly, curiosity and luxury taking over your poor, needy body. 

He smiled proudly and left a sweet kiss on your lips, not taking too long in the almost innocent gesture. Without another word, he entered you like a person enters home: fast, anxious but enjoying every moment.

His cock was big and it tore your pussy apart, causing an animalistic moan - of pain and pleasure - to escape from your mouth before you even thought twice. Your legs instinctively climbed up, tying at his waist to receive him more properly. Your hands went to the God's broad shoulders, helping him pound on you more firmly.

His pace was unbelievable quick, making your breasts bounce at each thrust. And you were a moaning mess. 'Cause it didn't take him long to find the angle where he could hit your sweet spot. And he kept hitting it until it was unbearable for you to resist and you came without a warning, a crying of his name leaving your lips as an apology for not telling him you were about to come.

He grasped your chin firmly and forced his lips against yours. After the kiss, he stared at you with narrowed eyes and black irises, silently telling you that you would pay for it.

And he roughly laid you on the stretcher. You didn't resist and let him do it. Your legs were high at his waist, the new angle allowing new points to be reached in your pussy. And you moaned (screamed), because he wouldn't stop and you were just so sensitive.

Is this a good moment to say that you never understood the concept of multiple orgasms until you meet Loki?

'Cause he kept pounding on you with such an inhuman strength that you could feel the shape of the bruises that were forming on your skin. Bruises that held his sign, his mark all around your body.

"You may come now, sweet thing." He demanded after some more firm thrusts and you didn't knew if it was his magic or that your body was really that loyal to him to just cum at his command, but you did. Hard. Harder than the other two previous times and you couldn't process anything else but his cock deep in your pussy, fucking you into a total blackout.

How could you handle one more?

But you handled. 'Cause Loki turned you around, putting your beautiful ass on the air and fucked you from behind just like you imagined. His hungry hand came to meet your swollen clit and your screamed his name cause that was just too much.

"C'mon, sweet thing. One more, you can give me that, can't you?" He whispered on your ear, biting the soft flesh of your neck right after and you nodded. Because you wanted to give it to him.

Your pussy was sore and you could feel it. His cock kept pounding on you so hard your feet left the ground, his strength and the stretcher being your only real support right now. And there was his hand on your clit and his dirty words on your ears and his lips on your neck; and then there was the stretcher and that damn white shirt of his somewhere in the room and you couldn't remember how it had came to this point. And then

SMACK

He spanked you. Again. And again. It burned and you could feel the shape of his hand red and sore on your skin. And you came one last time to a scream of his beautiful name. 

Your vision became white, and all colorful right after, so you missed the way he also came moaning your name, spilling his white loads deep inside you.

Your body wavered and you lurched forward, falling into the stretcher, too busy enjoying your orgasm to care. Loki did nothing but admire the mess he had made of you. Your legs were slightly parted, your butt up in the air as his cum dripped from your pussy. 

There was a beauty in that which Loki could not decipher. Something raw and animalistic; but also loving and worshiping. Something deep and worth fighting for. That made sense, afterall. That's exactly how he felt about you. So he just just smiled, stroked your ass and placed a soft kiss on the skin of your shoulder blades, helping you to get up right then.

"Love? I think a bath would be good for you now." He spoke, his voice sweet and concerned that he may have gone too far with you this time.

And you, in all your glory, naked and fucked up, didn't want him to feel that way. Then you smiled. It was a weak, half-tired smile (from someone who had just come four times in a row). But that said something between "I love you" or "It was amazing," things like that, that you notice in a look or a way of speaking.

So you pecked his lips and joked

"Doctor's orders?"

He laughed, a happy - and somehow - relieved laugh. You were simply unbelievable.

"Yes. How is the tooth?"

You frowned.

"What tooth?" And then it hit you.

Shit. You missed the appointment with Dr. Finnegan.

But it wasn't like you felt you needed to go to the dentist anymore. The pain was gone.

Like magic.

Loki laughed at your half-desperate, half-angry state and let out a

"Lucky for you that your boyfriend can be an amazing doctor and solved your problem before you even knew it."

You couldn't argue with that. He really was an amazing doctor.

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you have no idea how happy I am to be posting this imagine rn! i just worked so hard on this! i sincerely hope you enjoyed it. i know i am very happy with the outcome.

oh, and to the lovely person who asked me to write this: i hope it was as you imagined. let me know.

thank you all for your lovely attention.

[randomestfandoms-ocs]

Spotify Wrapped, because I’m a monster: 1, 5, 10, 15, 20, 25, 30, 35, 40, 45, 50, 55, 60, 65, 70, 75, 80, 85, 90, 95, 100

ali why do you hate me — I’m not gonna give a lot of detail on any of these bc that’s just... too much 

1. Teen Idle, MARINA

Amethyst Andrews all the way (also a bunch of my other ocs but especially Amy)

5. Blow Your Mind (Mwah), Dua Lipa

Arianne Martin!!

10. Club, Kelsea Ballerini

Amethyst Andrews & Arianne Martin (look I listen to their playlists the most, they’ll probs me the most frequent answers lmao)

15. Stand In The Rain, Superchick

Aurora Anderson!

20. The Last Great American Dynasty, Taylor Swift

Arianne Martin & Ariel Blossom

25. Chandelier, S*a (ugh, haven’t listened since the whole Bullshit)

Amethyst Andrews

30. Sit Still, Look Pretty, Pitch Perfect 3

Arianne Martin

35. Dentist!, Little Shop Of Horrors

....no one... literally no one

40. The Story Of Us, Taylor Swift

Finley Rider x Prince Ben!!!!!!!!!!!

45. answered here!

50. Ya Never Know, Little Shop Of Horrors

also no one lmao

55. Fight Like A Girl, Emilie Autumn

Amethyst Andrews very strongly

60. Illicit Affairs, Taylor Swift

the notp-est ship holly bradford x e*ra fitz

65. A Million Dreams, P!nk

so many ships oh my god but always Harper Harrison x Fangs Fogarty

70. The Meek Shall Inherit, Little Shop Of Horrors

oof also no one lmao

75. Red Desert, 5 Seconds Of Summer

Jo Clarke x JJ Maybank x John B Routledge

80. answered here!

85. Easier, 5 Seconds Of Summer

Jo Clarke x JJ Maybank x John B Routledge

90. Act 1 Finale, Little Shop Of Horrors

........

95. Lukewarm, Penelope Scott

oh my god this vibes so hard with so many ocs holy shit but god Amethyst Andrews and Selena McCall

100. Señorita, Camila Cabello

Sebora all the way

Send me a number between 1-100

[carol-effing-danvers]

knock me the fuck out (i dare ya, babe), part one

TEACHER STEVE AND SOFT BILLY 

Ten years, eight months, three weeks, and nine days ago, Billy had escaped this Lovecraftian nightmare town and never looked back. He’d come into Hawkins believing that it was his own personal hell and left it certain that it was actual, literal Hell.

(this got long so i decided to divide it into three parts) If you prefer the Ao3 format, click here

Billy’s first thought as he rolls back into Hawkins for the first time in ten years is: I cannot believe Max stayed in this deathtrap. 

He didn’t. Ten years, eight months, three weeks, and nine days ago, Billy had escaped this Lovecraftian nightmare town and never looked back. As soon as he was well enough to leave the hospital, he spent most of his savings on a shitty Ford Bronco (he did NOT miss that car), packed up his records, and hit the fuckin’ road. He’d come into Hawkins believing that it was his own personal hell and left it certain that it was actual, literal Hell.

Billy wonders, a bit guiltily, if Max’s life woulda turned out like this if he hadn’t left her in this Midwestern madhouse all by herself. Only twenty-four and she was already getting a divorce. 

He’s never like Justin van Haut but at first, Billy attributed that to the fact that the dude was dating Max - he had a right to hate any dude trying to fuck his sister, he figured. Facts was just facts. But then they got married and it didn’t get better. If anything, Billy might’ve hated him more. 

Justin reminded Billy way too fucking much of himself, of the strutting arrogant little dirtbag that he used to be - only, van Haut had the money and the influence to get away with his bad deeds. He was the kind of guy who wanted something only until he got it, and then he didn’t want it anymore. 

Billy wasn’t that person anymore. He couldn’t be. It took too much energy that he didn’t have - like the Shadow Monster had sucked all the rage out of him. And without it, there was so little left of Billy Hargrove.

Old Billy would’ve gotten drunk and drove to South Bend. Old Billy would’ve beat the shit outta the bitch-ass pussy who’d spent six and half years cheating on his sister. Old Billy would’ve spent the night in the county lock-up. 

New Billy didn’t do that, because New Billy promised Max he’d be there by dinner time. New Billy knew that Max would just have to bail his sorry ass out of prison with money she didn’t really have. 

But either way, Billy knew even if he had the chance to, he’d never change the way it worked out, because in the end-

“UNCLE BILLY!”

-in the end, he got his girl.

As soon as he opens the door, she launches herself at him. “Who is this?” he demands seriously, stabilizing her on his lap, letting her grip the stirring wheel in two tiny hands. “Who are you? Where’s my Lulu?”

She giggles at his theatrics, tugging at his leather jacket, wisps of red hair escaping her little braid. “I’m Lulu, Uncle Billy!”

He gasps, feigning shock. “You can’t be my Lulu! You’re such a big girl!”

“I’m going to Kindie-gar-den now!” she says proudly, with a cocky little toss of her head that reminded Billy of her mother so much that he couldn’t hold in a grin.

“Yeah? Do you like school, Lulu?” They get out so that Billy can grab some of his things from the trunk.

“Uh-huh. My teacher is really nice!”

“Yeah? What’s your teacher’s name?” he asks absently, resting Lulu on his hip as he pulls his bag from the trunk.

“He’s Mister H!” she says, and his brows bounce up. Male kindergarten teacher? That was pretty unusual. Maybe Hawkins was finally getting outta the Stone Age. He doubts it, but hope springs eternal.

From inside the house, Max yells “Lauren!”

“Mommy, Uncle Billy is here!” she shouts, and squirms back down to the ground, running for the front porch. “Mommy says you can have my room!”

Billy thinks with no small horror of the pink room with Mickey and Minnie Mouse’s faces staring out from the wallpaper. Jesus Christ. Lulu beams at him, utterly delighted at the prospect of her uncle moving in, and he barely has to lie when he says “Fantastic, princess.”

Max gives him a wry smile as she appears in the doorway, practically reading his mind as she wipes her wet hands on a dishtowel. “Welcome home, big brother.”

Old Billy would’ve told her that this town might be home, but it wasn’t his. Home was a place he lost when his mother left him with Neil. New Billy knows Max isn’t talking about Hawkins. “You’re gonna get so sick of me,” he promises, dropping the paper bag he’d taken from the trunk. “Here.”

“What the hell is this?” she asks, laughing. “You better not’ve brought me a bag of p- oh my god, Billy.”

He chuckles at her open-mouth as Max stares down into the stacks of cash inside the crumbled paper bag. Rubbing the short hair at the back of his neck, he awkwardly answers, “Rent.”

“This is way too much!” she protests, trying to hand it back, like she didn’t miss a mortgage payment last month.

Billy dances out of the way, picking Lulu up and twirling her around. Grinning like a madman at her delighted shrieks, he throws her across one shoulder. “Wanna help me set up the stereo, Lulu?”

“Yeah!”

“Billy, get back here!”

“Can’t hear you, Max! All that loud metal music, y’know!”

---

“I’m home!” he calls, pushing the door shut with his hip. The apartment is completely silent and then Steve hears a familiar ‘thump’ and grins.

With her bushy tail held high, a black cat races down the hall, wailing “Waah!”

“Hello, Angie,” he coos, crouching to scratch her under the chin. “How are the birds today, huh?”

“Waah,” she repeats loudly, pleading at him with her huge yellow eyes.

“Missed me?” he asks, stroking the fluffy black fur along her back. “Let’s have some dinner.”

He must’ve told Dustin a thousand, maybe two thousand, times that he did not want a cat, but the very morning that Dustin left for MIT, he dropped the fluffy soot-black kitten on Steve’s doorstep and raced away anyway. “His name is ‘the Witch-King of Angmar’, good luck, Steve!”

Ha. The joke was on him, though. His ‘Witch-King’ was actually a queen and Steve called her Angie and she was a fucking delight – he suspected that Dustin was just overly dramatic. Steve supposed that the cat was a nice compromise, considering that Dustin had tried not to leave for college at all.

That had probably been the worst six months of Steve’s life.

He’d never fought with one of the kids before, let alone Dustin, but they spent nearly all of his senior year fighting – because Dustin managed to get a scholarship, a two-year free ride to Princeton, and he didn’t want to leave Hawkins. Or more specifically, he didn’t want to leave Steve.

Lucas was bound for Howard in DC, Will and Mike were reuniting at MIT, and Dustin got into fucking Princeton, but he didn’t want to go.

(“What the fuck are you talking about, you don’t wanna go? I don’t give two dicks what you want, shithead. I’m an adult, Dustin, and I can take care of myself! You’re not going to throw your whole life into the toilet because you think I’m LONELY!”)

So, yeah. Steve and Dustin spent Dustin’s senior year of high school fighting, and now Steve has a cat and Dustin is in graduate school, because college was where he fucking belonged, just like Steve had told him.

Filling Angie’s bowl, Steve idly dances around the kitchen to no music, pulling open the fridge and peering inside. “What should we have for dinner, Angie? What do ya think Aunt Robin wants to eat?”

Angie doesn’t bother turning her head away from her cat kibble, but her tail swishes at the sound of his voice. Humming ‘Mary Had a Little Lamb’, Steve throws together a stir-fry.

Cooking has become one of those parts of being an adult that Steve finds unexpectedly pleasurable. Cutting up the ingredients, mixing spices and seasonings, tending to the food – Steve enjoys that.

He hears jingling in the hallway as Robin comes through the door, purse swinging from her arm. He can also hear her swearing under her breath and she kicks her shoes off onto the mat beside the door. “Angie, Angie baby,” she coos as the cat runs to greet her. “Please feed me, Steve-o. I’m gonna fucking kill Bobby Monroe.”

“Parent-teacher conference didn’t go well?” he asks lightly, fluffing the rice with a fork before he pulled his stir-fry off the fire.

“NO,” she says shortly, before calling “How was the dentist? Is this a bad time to say that I picked up a banana cream pie at Baker’s Square?”

In a rather bloodthirsty tone, Steve replies “Cavity or no cavity, we are eating dessert, Rob.”

“Okay, okay, you don’t have to get out a torch and a pitchfork.”

“What happened with Bobby Monroe?”

Oof, speaking of bloodthirsty. Robin’s teeth grind together and Steve pokes her pointedly in the side as he takes their plates down from the cabinet. “His kid is on the verge of going to juvie and this guy just…Does Not get it, Steve.”

Steve’s glasses were on the verge of slipping down the bridge of his nose as he cracked open the tops on two beers. “That’s ‘cause Monroe is golfing buddies with Mayor Walsh and my old pal Tommy Hall, Rob.”

Her nose wrinkles. “Ugh,” she mutters, then brightens a bit. “I got to read another one of Holly’s essays.”

Smiling at his plate, Steve says “Yeah?”

He was a little sad he got into teaching too late to have Holly or any of the other kids as a student, but Robin got the joy of having both Erica Sinclair and Holly Wheeler pass through her classroom. “Her analysis of the creation of the Constitution was…I wanna send it to Harvard, Steve. She’s only fifteen, but she can already understand how to translate nuance in the document. Half of my graduating class couldn’t write something that impressive on early US history.”

“That’s fantastic,” he says, grinning.

“How was Munchkin Land?” she asks, through a mouthful of vegetables and rice.

Laughing slightly, Steve says “The Lollipop Guild always keeps me on my toes. Thank god for naptime!”

They eat banana cream pie on the couch in front of ‘Frasier’, Robin’s toes shoved under his thigh as Steve tries not to fall asleep on the damn sofa. She laughs at him, throwing one of the cushions at his face.

“It’s seven-thirty, you old man,” she teases, coaxing Angie onto her lap.

“Leave me alone,” he whines, melting into his secondhand couch. “I’m an educator of young minds!”

Rob stuck her tongue out at time. “It’s called ‘narcolepsy’, Steven.”

“Please leave me to die in peace.”

She does leave, an hour later, and Steve locks the door behind her like a Responsible Adult.

He is surrounded by almost total silence again. He’s a helluva lot more comfortable with it here in his apartment than he was in his parent’s house. Maybe it was because there wasn’t quite so much space to echo the silence back to him. Maybe it was because there was no steaming blue pool waiting in the backyard. Maybe it was the lack of judgmental silence, which persisted whether his parents were home or away. 

He turns off the television and the lights in the living room, babbling baby-talk at Angie as he brushes his teeth and gets into bed, putting his glasses on the nightstand and sliding between the cool sheets.

Angie curls up behind his knees and Steve closes his eyes and listens to the empty space all around him.

Briefly, he spares a thought of apology for the Dustin of years past, because he’d been right. Steve was lonely. But at least now that he was a real grown-up, he was comfortable with it.

Mostly.

---

“You don’t have to do that,” Max mutters, head resting against the back of the sofa. Lauren was put to bed an hour ago and the only sound down in the house in the constant quiet tick of the grandfather clock in the hall.

“Hm?” Billy asks sleepily, sipping his beer. It was a thirty hour drive between San Diego and Hawkins and Billy had only slept once, and not recently. Honestly, that was probably the best state to experience the Horror of the Mouse that awaited him in Lulu’s old room.

Max gestures restlessly to the stacks of hundred dollar bills hastily stuffed into the paper bag. “Don’t pretend that isn’t your entire savings, Billy.”

“Don’t have to anything but die, Max,” he murmurs, his free hand subconsciously drifting to the tight silvery mass of scarring beneath his shirt, even as his eyes remain closed. With a damp shaky sigh, she leans against his side and Billy shifts that hand to drape around her shoulders. “Don’t fuckin’ argue with me, you know I ain’t gonna let you win.”

His t-shirt gets a little wet. “I’m really glad you’re here,” she admits, sniffling. “I missed you.”

His throat clicks as he swallows. “Missed you, Mad Max.”

Though Billy’s exhausted and goes to bed early, he spends an hour in Lulu’s full-sized bed, flat on his back and staring at the ceiling.

Despite his best-laid plans, here he is. Back in Hawkins, Indiana.

Funny that he still kinda feels like a mess, even though he’s a better mess than he used to be.

When his alarm goes off, Billy has the taste of antifreeze in his mouth and though it’s nearly March and Max keeps the heat low, he’s sweating.

Getting Lulu ready for school is a breeze. Firstly, because she’s smart and independent and she knows the routine she’s supposed to be following by now. Second, because once you fight an interdimensional alien monster and temporarily die, not much phases you anymore.

“This one, Uncle Billy!” Lulu says eagerly, pulling him along through the halls, towing her uncle with single-minded determination. "You can meet Sam and Freddy!"

Samantha Cross and Fred Ferris were Lulu's little friends. "Alright, slow down, you're gonna run someone over," he says, amused. She reminds him so much of Max, it's insane. "This one, Lulu?"

"Yeah!" A dark-haired man wearing a navy cardigan over a collared shirt is helping a pair of identical twins with their coats, crouching near a row of cubbies with sixteen name tags on them – from here, Billy can see Lulu’s near the end: Lauren V. "Hi, Mister H!"

Mister H-who-wears-the-dorky-cardigan turns his head and the bottom of Billy’s stomach drops out.

Steve Harrington gives Lulu a dorky little smile, all cute and happy, squinting from behind the lens of his big nerd glasses, and warmly says “Hello, Lauren.”

As a teenage boy, rolling fresh into Hawkins, Billy had fallen into a wild spiral of lust for Steve Harrington the moment he saw him standing next to Nancy Wheeler at a Halloween party. Closeted and angry and unable to escape his father’s rage and his father’s expectations, all Billy wanted was some of Steve’s attention – he hadn’t dared to let himself seriously consider getting more than that. Steve, being a straight teenage boy with a girlfriend, with popularity and money, had froze him out at every turn, and it drove Old Billy fucking crazy. No matter what he did, he never got a reaction more interested than bland annoyance. 

As hot as his passions for him burned, Billy couldn’t make the Hawkins ice princess melt even a little.

But at a certain point, when you grow up, you can look on certain things you got attached to or certain things you enjoyed as a teenager and find your attachment sort of silly, maybe even comical. New Billy had sort of looked forward to reaching that conclusion here.

This isn’t like that at all.

Actually, Billy thinks it might even be worse than before. Billy feels a dull flush beginning to form over his face and swallows the urge to say something stupid to get Steve’s attention – that was the ghost of Old Billy talking.

God, he looks so good.

All grown up, the knitwear clinging to the tantalizing hint of strong biceps, Steve’s eyes are huge and dark behind the lenses of the geek glasses, bangs hanging down into his eyes. Beneath the cardigan, his collared shirt shows an enticing view of his clavicles and the moles high on his neck. Billy used to jerk off to a fantasy of sucking on them and seeing what kind of noise he would get.

He looks soft and sleepy, like Billy could just curl himself around him and press his mouth to that bare skin and Steve would just-

“This is my Uncle Billy!”

Billy is abruptly pulled from his thoughts by the sound of Lulu’s voice and realizes that he’s well on his way to pitching a tent in his pants in front of Steve Harrington and his five year old niece. What the fuck is his life, seriously?

“Harrington.”

---

“Harrington,” the man next to Lauren drawls, and suddenly, Steve’s attention is focused and sharp.

This is my Uncle Billy.

He’s…wow, he’s really…grown up.

The sneering boy with a headful of dirty blond curls and a baby-fine mustache has aged into a grown man with a full beard – the old mullet has almost reversed, with the hair at the back and sides nearly shaved off and the hair at the top slicked back away from his face.

Oh my god.

So. So so so so so.

The thing about Billy- “Hargrove,” he greets, hoping that he sounds friendly and surprised and not breathless. “Max didn’t tell me you were coming back to town.”

Billy Hargrove was the very first boy Steve was ever attracted to, and after he left town, the realization that 1) he had a big gay crush on him and 2) he wasn’t ever going to see him again, were sorta the things that began his big bisexual breakdown – what Robin affectionately calls Steve’s ‘all dicks tour of ‘86’, even though she still doesn’t know what started it.

And now Billy’s standing here, in Steve’s classroom, the muscles he used to flash now hidden beneath leather and denim and flannel but possessing every inch of them as much as he had ten years ago. He looks like he could toss Steve over his shoulder and carry him off somewhere, like a caveman.

But hotter, Steve thinks, helplessly staring at the long sweep of his lashes. His lips, the same deep, full red of ripened berries. The dusting of freckles over Billy’s cheeks from hours standing in the sun.

For a moment, Steve feels a stab of uncertain fear – has Max ever told Billy anything about what happened in ’86?

No. His relationship with Max may have gotten slightly distant, especially after she officially married Justin, but he was pretty confident that she wouldn’t have told him such embarrassing and personal information about Steve, not when she that knew Billy had hated him.

At least she seems to be right, though – Billy had calmed down a lot.

Billy shrugs, in that effortless, careless way of his. Steve experiences a visceral urge to have that short beard rub his mouth raw and it makes his stomach twist with desire, uncomfortable in its intensity. “Got tired of San Diego – thought I’d see my best girl. Right, Lulu?”

Lulu. God, that’s cute.

Lauren grins up at Billy, proud as a peacock, and Billy smiles back at her for a moment, so nakedly adoring that Steve’s stomach gives another twist, his insides melting into goo. “Billy lives with me and Mommy now, ‘cause he missed me so much,” she declares, lifting her chin. “I’m his best girl.”

“That’s right,” he vows, cuffing her lightly over the head.

“That’s…really nice of you, Hargrove,” Steve says lightly. He knows that Max is getting a divorce – the entire town knows. Honestly if he didn’t think Max would kick him in the nuts, he’d have a nail bat with Justin’s name on it. 

Lucas, chewing on his jealousy like a wad of bubblegum, had told them that Justin had basically spent their entire relationship cheating on her. He’d gotten the most willful girl in school to be his girlfriend and got bored with her almost immediately afterward. 

He has a feeling that was the real reason for Billy’s sudden appearance in town after ten years of absence.

Billy shrugs again and peers at Steve through those long lashes. “Max didn’t tell me you were Lulu’s teacher.” He grins, tongue held between rows of sharp white teeth. Steve’s heart kicks up in his chest. “Kindergarteners, Harrington?”

He smiles awkwardly, dodging the question. “Lauren is one of my best readers,” he says instead. No matter which child it is, Steve can always find a reason to brag about one of his kids. “And her penmanship is terrific.”

Lauren gasps, bouncing with excitement, one of Billy’s rough hands clutched in both of hers. “I read a chapter book with Mommy and she only had to help me with two words, Mister H!”

“That’s awesome!” he says, unable to keep himself from beaming down at her. “Did Mrs. Diaz help you get a library card?”

“Nuh-uh.”

“Maybe your uncle can help you, then,” he says brightly, neatly side-stepping anymore conversation with the boy – the man, god, Steve didn’t think he’d ever seen anyone more of a man – who can apparently still make his heart race, even ten years since he’d last saw him.

In the doorway, he spots Marcy Roberts holding her little brother’s hand. “Morning Marcy. And good morning, Martin.”

“Morning, Mr. Harrington!”

---

“Alright, Lulu, it’s almost time for your class to start,” Billy says, tucking her too-long bangs behind her ears. “Mom will be back to pick you up, okay?”

For the first time, some of Lulu’s uncertainty shows through. “You’re still gonna be here, right? You aren’t going home?”

Billy pauses. Fuck, this kid’s dad has done a number on her.

Justin was hardly ever around anyway, but he’d just packed up and left in the middle of the night – Billy doesn’t even know the last time he bothered to talk to her on the phone. Lulu’s gotten upset when she and Max had to say goodbye to Billy in the past, but she’s never acted this insecure with him. “I’m home now, Lulu,” he says, crouching down to press a kiss to her forehead. “I’ll be there to say goodnight, okay?”

“Okay,” she agrees in a tiny voice that steals his whole fuckin’ heart away.

“Who’s my girl?” he asks in a whisper, tugging gently on the end of her ponytail.

Her face brightens. “I am.”

“The best, Lulu.” He winks and she giggles. “Be good, okay?”

“Kay!”

He stands to his full height and Harrington’s eyes accidentally meet his. There’s still a small smile lingering around the soft shape of his mouth and as soon as he looks into those big brown eyes, Steve looks away. Billy bites the inside of his cheek, resists his automatic urge to say something spiteful, something that will get those eyes back on him.

He would like to be able say that it’s because New Billy knows better. But it’s really because he already knows from experience that it won’t do anything but make Steve that much colder. He wants fire, and all that’s there for him is ice.

He leans against the wall right outside the classroom door and…just listens.

Listens to Steve speaking, his sweet patient drawl used for the children in his classroom. “Alright let’s take attendance and then I want to hear all about what you did this weekend, class. Evan Adams?” He stays there, listening with eyes closed, until he hears, “Lauren van Haut?”

“Here!”

Billy shakes himself, pushing away from the wall. No sense mooning over a straight boy who thinks he’s lower than dirt.

TBC

[anyu-blue]

~

I'm just venting here cuz I don't have anyone to really vent to right now.

I know I'm being 'too much' and 'over the top' again... I know I'm throwing a hissy fit I don't need to, and I recognize I'm hurting at least one person with it.

But God damn I'm pissed and I guess I want to be pissed.

There's so much I want to do and so much I feel obligated to do and more... A lot of what I want to do... I just don't have the energy for. I wanted to make all these custom cards for my family since I should be able to ship stuff out this week... But I pulled Everything out and found... I just really didn't want to put that effort in..I mean I REALLY do... But just... Everything was turning out terrible. I'm honestly shocked I managed the 14 for my ex's family for Christmas... I want to do it... But at the same time I don't.

Cuz what's the point? All that effort.. all that care.. when I could just buy them a stupid card instead. So I'll go buy them a card... Because my eldest and younger sister decided to head to the grocery store without me and now I have to steal the car right when I'm off work to do my own necessary shopping anyway (or risk not being able to go at all this week). All because they were nearly out of toilet paper and Tevie wanted to get me cash for her car insurance bill...

Now I wouldn't be so mad except... They didn't even ask if I had extra toilet paper in my bathroom, which I do. AND I told Tevie that she didn't have to worry- I have enough to cover the insurance for her car.

But no. She just HAD to go today so I could have the money by tomorrow when it pulls!!! Um... Tomorrow (technically today, now) is SUNDAY. How the FUCK am I supposed to deposit the $ into my account like she wants when it's a freaking Sunday?! Or or at all when uh.. she has the car until like... 7pm every day anyway?!

Uuuugh... I already told her too, I'm not depositing Anything unless I absolutely need to either. Which I don't cuz I just got paid. AND I told her her insurance will be a part of what she pays me (if she does) for all her other bills!! If I got it I got it. What part of that is so hard to understand?

Apparently all of it...

Or none of it, but it doesn't matter because she doesn't pay attention to stuff like that anyway. Literally just does whatever she wants.. and you know what? I know that's absolutely fine. Sure it inconveniences me because, well, I needed to go to the store too (and told her as such), and had nothing for dinner while they fed themselves again (didn't even ask me AND used a service I have/can get free stuff with if they use my account like I've asked EVERY SINGLE TIME we've EVER used it!!!). (Why did I EVER cook and feed them so much? I was 100% right in that they have no interest in doing the same. They BARELY cook for themselves!! And you can probably already guess what I'm going to say about it... It's all JUNK!!! Cheeto mac and cheese, ramen, air fried chicken and fries, microwaved meals- you should see our pantry right now. Almost entirely instant meals and it makes me want to vomit. What's not instant is the stuff I picked out/ingredients that have just sat since I stopped cooking.. you should see our FRIDGE right now!! Not a vegetable or fruit in sight!! It's all warm fruit cups for Tevie and idek what W0lfie eats to get her vitamins and nutrients- cuz the vitamins I bought haven't been touched except for by me, Though I told them it would be a good idea of they took some each week too.. I'd wager she doesn't!! And that's partly why she's so gd MISERABLE all the time!! She doesn't take care of herself!!)

But in reality it's whatever. Technically Tevie did nothing wrong. She's just living her life how she wants to live it. Who cares about wasting more gas? Apparently not Tevie even though she told me she did... Apparently that's out the window. Who cares about my needs? Apparently not Tevie Though I've been fighting with our property managers and walking her through every gd adulting problem she has (I'm even supposed to help her with her taxes AGAIN cuz she can't do it) and taking care of the house and all the paperwork and all the phonecalls and everything... So it's not like I've been looking out for her and our little sister at all 🙄 or thinking of them and trying to make THEIR lives easier or nothing.

They don't owe me anything obviously... Not even the requests I made of them to do particular adulting tasks on their own (like put in a simple maintenance request, or cover up the open window downstairs, or even buy the materials so I could take care of that stupid problem better than I already have with the shit we had on hand).... It's up to them if they want to follow through. And they don't. Like ever. Because it'll just be done by me because I actually DO care about how much our power bill is.. Tevie sait she does and then pulls that shit. W0lfie says she does and then pulls the shit like letting her room get ULTRA cold- which guess what happens when she opens her door for the day? You guessed it. The temp of the house goes down and the heat/furnace churns and chugs to make up for it.

I'm so FUCKING DONE.. but guess what? I CAN'T be. I'm not even supposed to be pissed about this stuff!! I'm the bad guy!! Because I'm mad!! Because I can't just let it go or deal with it quietly. Or not be a bother.

GOD DAMN IT I AM SO SICK OF BEING/GOING QUIETLY

I HAVE BEEN QUIET AND CALM AND SWEET AND WORKED MY ASS OFF IN THE WAYS I CAN FOR SO FUCKING LONG

I AM THE REASON THEY HAVE THE SHIT THEY DO!! THE ROOF OVER THEIR HEADS, TEVIE'S CAR, LOWER BILLS (not just because I pay my part, but because I literally put in all the work to make sure stuff is taken care of and that I don't use excess/as much as I want or need sometimes), PAID BILLS (EVERYTHING comes out of my account. I've asked Tevie to do it. Several times. To set it up or to even just pay it once or twice... Has she ever? No. Not even when I showed her how and offered to write it all down for the future- and still she comes back at me like 'well you put them in your name' like, bitch... The water bill HAD to be in my name because at the time they only set it up in person!! Doesn't mean you can't pay it!! All the information is RIGHT THERE!!! You have my permission!!! In fact I've ASKED you to!! And the internet- we switched it to my name so it would lower AND give us a better speed!! And autopay gives us a discount anyway- Something YOU approved of!! And GUESS WHAT? The power ISN'T in my name!! It's in yours!!! Why on EARTH do you still expect me to pay it every single time?! It's not even on autopay!!! And the car insurance.. well SORRY if you have a wreck on your record that would make the premium double or triple what it is now!!! I did that for you!! I even called and asked and compared and did EVERYTHING FOR YOU YOU WOULDN'T/COULDN'T!!! And the cellphones are in my name because years ago when we GOT the plan you didn't have a credit score which was REQUIRED... Guess who did?! ME!! So guess who did all that and set up autopay so we wouldn't get charged $20 more a month?! It's not like we COULDN'T change these things, YOU just DON'T want to deal with it OR you want those discounts and agreed to it in the first place- so your 'well they're all you're responsibility Because they're in your name' is BULLSHIT), EXTRA MONEY EVERY MONTH, EVEN TEVIE'S BANK ACCOUNT, EVERY DOCTOR/DENTIST/SPECIALIST SHE HAS EVER SEEN AFTER OUR MOTHER WAS KICKED TO THE CURB... Even W0lfie is not exempt... Because what I don't do for her, she goes to her mom to take care of. And she's told me things and I've had to ask why she hasn't taken care of it. Well. She either doesn't know how (and in some instances refused to learn cuz it happens again), or was just going to suffer through it because she assumed that was what was right (without asking anyone or even GOOGLING the information)... Gods... Half my 'knowledge' comes from google and checking at least two or three sights and sources before I act... I feel like I'm the only one in my house who has that skill despite the top-notch cellphones and computers and shit laying around everywhere. Despite my little sister literally building her computer... Can't adult life at ALL...

And I just... I just...

I'm so mad and upset.

I want to have the carefree lives they have some days... But then I realize someone wild have to be doing all the shit I do for them for me... And then I get depressed Because literally no one would or will. Even Lon didn't... He took care of his bills sure... But everything else? Well.. unless I asked him to step up, he never would.. and he to never would more than the day I asked. Another red flag I shouldn't have let slide...

No matter how sick I get. No matter how crazy I go... It's still all up to me. I don't have people I can go to to ask to do these things and know they will... I have tos er Everything up and do all the work or it never happens. Especially not more than once.

I hate nagging... And I'm just the bad guy if I try anyway.

Idk what the point even is anymore. I hate my life.

I want so badly to love it and be happy to be around... But I just want to disappear and see what happens when that happens. Would they step up? I mean they'd HAVE to and then I'd be the bad guy again... But ugh...

None of this is easy. None of this is easy especially when all alone.

Few people reach out to me... The ones that do are just as overburdened as I am and can barely talk too because they're so busy... But we try...

I appreciate every one of them/you and I feel awful I'm so drained I can barely say thank you or reply.

I know what it's like... I do... Maybe I don't 100% know the specifics of the reasons behind what you're feeling, but I can feel it with you.

I'm trying. I'm angry. I'm tired... But I'm trying my best.