#Like I can barely put out anything cuz of my phone so when I get a comment and it’s THAT it makes me what to bang my head against the wall

[yougavemeyourheartyouknow]

Rant incoming!!

Don’t get me wrong I love all my followers, but some of y’all got me acting like Emily in this clip.

I will not hesitate to delete your comment(or even block people if necessary) if I feel like y’all are being too pushy about my writing.

Some people be forgetting that fanfic writers are doing this FOR FREE and if the only comment we get are “part 2?” “Next part?” “Tag me.” “Can you make this longer?” “Next update?” Without any other sort of appreciation for the work,or just asking nicely, we aren’t gonna want to write anymore!

I’m gonna start ignoring and deleting comments like that because it makes me sooo frustrated.

[thema-nr-2]

hi pooks i love ur writing so much i cum everytime i read, can you do like a jealous subby bill?? no pressure obviously look after yoirself ❤️

that's not fair - B.K

✮ synopsis - that pouty little bitch cant wait a few hours for your return from your friends

✮ genre - smut

✮ word count - 2.4k

✮ content warning - nsfw duh, handjob, oral (m recieving), sub!bill, dom!reader (i guess reader's gender isnt really specifed), begging, degredation, use of pet names (slut, whore, baby, etc), cuffs, edging, orgasm denial, multiple orgasms, spit, let me know what i missed

✮ thank you so much i love you for this ALSO I SWEAR I HAD ANOTHER REQUEST BUT TUMBLR ATE IT CUZ I CANT SEE IT. FUCK.

“Bill, I’m going out with my friends, I’ll be home around 5.” You yelled out from downstairs.

You heard not a response, but the sound of Bill’s footsteps running down to meet you. “Again? Really?” He said in dismay.

“Yes, again. What’s the issue now?” You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms, pissed off at his jealous attitude that he didn’t even try to hide.

“Who knows.” Bill also crossed his arms at you, sticking his nose in the air and pouting.

“Whatever, Bill, I’m not putting up with this shit. Bye.” With that, you walked out the door without a single word. 

“Bitch.”

—

For the past 3 hours Bill could only think about you, and what a fun time you must have been having without him. He wished you’d pay more attention to him, rather than always going out with your friends. He didn’t like how jealous he got, but he just couldn’t help it! He always tried so hard to get your attention, but it never landed him anything but a harsh “stop being so needy, you brat.” 

Another hour or so and Bill still can’t shake you off his mind. As he lies on the bed, staring mindlessly at the high ceiling, his thoughts gradually grow more vulgar. Bill could barely go a day without your touch in some form, and having you leave first thing in the morning was setting him off. He needed you home and he needed you home right now. 

Bill hesitantly picked up his phone and texted your number.

Meine Liebe 🫶 

babyyyy

what

i miss you :(

okay

come home :) 

no bill i’m not coming home

pleaseee? 

no.

but :( i need youuu

i don’t care bill wait it out.

that’s not fair :(((

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you stared at the notification, oddly creeped out and wondering if you should open it. You turned your brightness down and tilted your phone screen away from your friends, who were all too busy eating and talking to even notice. 

“That fucking slut!” You gasp, a little louder than you thought you were being. Your eyes widen as you view the photo of your boyfriend’s dick, his hand grasping the base tightly. “What does he think he’s doing?” 

Your friend looked up at you with a look of worry. “What’s wrong Y/N?” She asked.

“Nothing, I just… I have to go home. Bill’s sick.” You lied. Your friends shrugged it off, already aware of how needy your boyfriend could get; it was nothing new. 

Just before you left you quickly shot him one more text.

Billy ❤️ 

i’m on my way, don’t you dare do anything else before i’m back.

read 3:20pm

You knew you shouldn’t have given in so quick, this was only teaching Bill he could get away with shit like this and not face any consequences, but you just… couldn’t help it any longer. And there’d sure as hell be a consequence either way when you finally got your hands on him.

You sped down the street as fast as you could without risk of getting pulled over, though not really caring about that. As you finally pulled into your driveway, you sat in your car in contemplation. What were you gonna do with him? Though you were mad, you couldn’t help but feel the wetness in your panties get worse and worse the more you thought about him.

“Bill.” You called sternly. Bill’s head shot up when he heard your (clearly more than pissed off) voice echo from across the house, but still he stayed silent. You scoffed at his lack of response and you made your way upstairs, the loud clacking of your heels on the wooden floor making your presence known. 

You slowly opened the door to find Bill lying on the bed in just his boxers and a loose shirt hanging off his right shoulder. He seemed to be just playing on his phone like he always would. “Bill what the fuck.” Bill didn’t reply, he didn’t even look up. He had a stupid pouty expression on his face. Was he still pulling this? This fake mad act to get you riled up? “Bill, answer me.” He averted his gaze further away from you, fueling your annoyance more. You knew that’s what he wanted, you were just giving the reaction he wanted. 

You walked over to him, leaning over the side of the bed to grab his face tightly, forcing it towards you. “Look at me when I’m fucking talking to you, whore.” You glared at him. Bill finally met your eyes, there was no emotion whatsoever behind your gaze. “I was gone for a few hours, Bill, a few hours. How needy are you!” 

Bill’s pout faded and turned into a scared expression. He looked up at you with the best puppy eyes he could manage, in hopes to make you go a bit easier on him. “I was just jealo-”

“So you send me a photo of your dick in your hand? You know you shouldn’t be touching yourself without my permission, could you really not wait til I got home?” 

“I-I’m sorry…” He frowned. 

“Don’t give me that shit right now. If you want me so bad you can have me.” You wasted no time pushing his legs apart and crawling in between them. You pulled his boxers down quickly, seeing how hard he still was. You grabbed his dick, running your thumb gently over his leaking tip. 

Bill let out a moan as he hid his face. You grabbed his chin with your other hand. “Look at me, you slut.” You let go of his dick, putting your hand out in front of him. “Spit.” You said, firmly. 

Bill did as he was told and spat in your hand. You ran your hand up and down his throbbing dick at an agonisingly slow pace. Bill lulled his head back, the warmth of your saliva coated hand around him sending needles of pleasure down his spine. He squirmed under your touch, biting back his whines as best he could. “Mmh, Y/N.. faster please…” 

You look up at him, raising one eyebrow. “You think you deserve that?” 

Bill went to nod, but stops himself.

“That’s what I thought. You’ve been a brat all day just because you can’t handle my attention being on somebody else for more than 10 minutes. This needy slut doesn’t even deserve my hand around his dick.”

Bill bit his lip harder at your words, not wanting to give away how much they turned him on. (Though you already knew damn well) A mix of desperation and guilt shot through Bill as that stupid pout appeared once again. “Don’t pout at me. You wanted this, didn’t you?” Your hand speeds up slightly, finally giving into what he wanted. 

He arched his back, hips bucking into your hand slightly. You pushed his hips back down with your other hand, shooting him an irritated look. Bill looked down in guilt again, his long, dark, hair covering his face perfectly. 

He whimpered loudly as your other hand caressed his tip, running your fingers over the slit. “Shit.. mmmh..” His mouth hung low as he threw his head back against the headboard of the bed. His hands clutched the sheets as you felt his dick twitch in your hand. 

“Aww, is my poor gonna cum already? How pathetic, getting so close so quickly.” You laughed. Bill’s face was heated up a dark shade of red at your degrading words, embarrassment written all over it. 

“Y-yes oh god let me cum.. please… I need it so bad…” He begged. 

“You can beg harder than that, Bill.” You denied him. 

“B-baby, please, I wanna cum for you.. Let me cum, I swear I’ll never be a brat again. Please!” He whined, his cries getting more and more desperate as he tried to hold back his orgasm. 

You gave him a look of sympathy as you sped your hand up as much as you could, your wrist now starting to hurt. “That‘s it, Bill, cum for me like the slut you are.” 

Bill couldn’t even get a response out, all he could do was moan and hold the sheets tightly in his fists. His hips instinctively jolt into your hand again as he cums in your hand. He pants heavily, understanding that he finally got the release he wanted, and now he could relax with you. But you didn’t stop your movements.

Bill was pulled from his euphoric state at the feeling of you leaning down and pressing your tongue against his dick, holding him down by his thighs. “A-ah, Y/N I can’t take m-more…” He said as his hands flew to grab your hair. 

“You can, and you fucking will. Take what I give you. Don’t you wanna be a good boy? I thought you said you wouldn’t brat anymore?” 

Bill tried to close his thighs in reflex, his sensitive dick already getting hard again. You licked a stripe up his dick before softly wrapping your lips around his tip. Bill gasped in response, shutting his eyes tightly and tugging a fistfull of your hair.

You winced, lifting your head off and glaring at him. “You need to learn how to take it better dont you?” Bill nodded. You leaned over to grab a pair of handcuffs from the bedside table, firmly cuffing his wrists to the bed. Bill shook his head in protest as he strained against the cold metal that was sure to leave marks. “Aww, does my darling boy not like being restrained? Too bad.” He pouted as you took fake pity on him, wanting to say something mean in response but the overstimulation when you went back down on him had him at a loss for words.

You started to fully take him into your mouth, flattening your tongue as you bobbed your head up and down. Bill whined in pleasure, tears threatening to fall down his pale face. His wrists strained against the cuffs once again as he so badly needed to touch you. He tried to hold back, he really did, but the poor boy was too sensitive. Already knowing he shouldn’t, he bucked his hips into your mouth. You felt his tip hit the back of your throat and you gagged slightly. You pushed his thighs back down to restrain him further as you kept sucking him off, stroking whatever you couldn’t fit. 

Bill felt the tears prick the corner of his eyes and slowly fall down his cheeks as he whined loudly. Due to how sensitive he was already, he could feel himself getting closer to his second orgasm already. “Y/N, bitte, I’m gonna cum again…” He moaned out loudly. You sped up, trying to bring him as close to the edge as possible without letting him let go. “F-fuck I’m right th-”

You cut him off by lifting your head off slowly. 

Bill’s eyes widened at the sudden loss of contact. The pleasure leaving his body as he met your innocent smile. “W-what the fuck, I was so close…”

“That’s what you get for being a brat, baby.” You said simply, as if it were common sense he don’t get to cum.

“B-but… Y/N, schatz…” 

“Don’t try to ‘b-b-but’ your way out of this.” You mocked.

Bill’s head sunk down low as he felt his face heat up with embarrassment again. “Please, Y/N, please! I’ll take it, I’ll take as much as you give me, please… just let me cum! This isn’t fair.” 

“Hmm…” You ponder to yourself. Part of you wanted to cave. His big doe eyes and his pouty expression as he breathed in and out heavily in desperation were enough to convince you. Another part wanted to leave him there, helplessly tied up, begging for your touch once more. You gave him another fake look of pity as you finally gave into his excessive begging. “Alright baby, but absolutely no complaining about how you can’t take it. Got it? You’ll take what I give you.”

“Yes fuck yes, I understand. Please just let me cum…” He begged again. 

You wasted no time, immediately going back down on him at the same pace. He threw his head back in pure ecstasy, mumbling a mix of swears and also thank yous at the feeling of your mouth wrapped around him again. You hollowed your cheeks as you took him all the way down your throat, trying not to gag. You dug your nails into his thighs, causing him to whimper in pain. 

His dick, now coated completely in salvia, twitched inside your mouth as his orgasm neared him again. This time, you didn’t stop nor slow down. You kept going at the fastest pace you could take. You knew your jaw would hurt like hell later, but hearing Bill whimper under you like a slut was enough reward for you. You flattened your tongue against him, letting him hit the back of your throat again. 

“R-right there… god don’t stop please, don’t fucking stop…” He whispered, his voice breaking with every moan he let out. As a mix of salty tears and smudged eyeliner continued to roll down his face, his jaw dropped as he hit his second climax. You didn’t pull off, enjoying the feeling of letting his cum run down your throat. He shivered under you, panting like a dog. “F-fuck…” He tilted his head towards you in euphoria as he took in the sight of him. You finally pulled your head off, swallowing every drop of his cum you could, as well as bringing your hand up to lick your fingers. 

“That was…” He said, stunned.

“That was what, hmm?” You replied with a smug expression on your face.

“Incredible… I’m sorry for being a brat today…”

You have him a pitiful look, leaning over to stroke his hair gently. “It’s okay, schatz. We all have our jealous moments. Some more than others.” You added, chuckling at him. 

“Shut up..” He whispered.

You crawled on top of him, finally undoing the handcuffs around his wrists. You admired the red marks along them, knowing they’d stay for a while. 

“You really hated being tied up like that, didn’t you?” You said, pointing to his wrists.

Bill giggled as he nodded slowly. He lied down, his breathing still heavy and ragged. “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too Billy.”

i dunno what happened here i just woke up and started writing my ass off so now my hands hurt really bad but its ok cuz im spoiling yall rn!!!! anyways enjoy ahhh ill try to write more because im on school break i sweaaaaar

[bad268]

Publicly in Love (Frog Boys X Reader)

[Blank] in Love Pt 4

Fandom: RPF/Miscellaneous

Requested: Technically no, but I incorporated two requests from @youngcreatorlady and @goldenstarofthunderclan. I hope yall don't mind <3 Side note, I’m gonna start taking requests for Pezzy! I’ve been in a Pezzy mood and found out I really like writing for him lol

Warnings: none.

Pronouns: First person (I/me/they/them)

W.C. approx 220 each

Summary: Going public with the Frog Boys

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

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<-Part 3

Puffer

“Are you sure this is the best way to go about this?” I asked, looking back at Puffer from my spot on his lap. We were looking at the screen where he was logged into his Instagram with a drafted post of the two of us. He thought the best idea was to hard launch on Instagram and hope for the best. “You barely post as it is. This will give everyone a heart attack.”

“Would you rather join a live stream?” He asked back rhetorically, knowing I would not do well under the live scrutiny. “This is just easier.”

“Easier for who? You, me, or your fans?” I laughed back as I leaned my head onto his shoulder.

“You and me,” he whispered, wrapping his arms tightly around my waist. “If we did a live stream, it would be an hour or two of straight questions. If we post something, I can log off and we can completely forget about it.”

“You are devious. I love it,” I chuckled, looking back at the caption. “What are you going to say?”

“I don’t know yet,” He admitted, “What do you think?”

“Fuck it, we ball,” I replied, straightfaced before turning back to make eye contact, “Hard launch edition.”

“That’s so bad!” He laughed, leaning in to hide his face in my shoulder.

“You never said it had to be good!”

~~

Pezzy

Drunk Q&As were fun. Especially when it had been going on for a couple of hours at this point. Ever since I came back from visiting my family, my mentions have been blowing up with clips from the stream where I called Pezzy my favorite simp. It was while drunk that I remembered that Pezzy and I never confirmed or outed our relationship.

“Are yall roommates or what cuz damn I wish my roommate looked at me like that,” one of the comments read.

“Yeah, if his roommate also gets to go out with him,” I laughed, downing the last shot of soju. “I also get to kiss him, so that’s fun.”

“Fun?!” he laughed, almost falling off his chair. “Kissing me is fun?”

“What would you rather me talk about?” I quipped back. “I can talk about how mindblowing you are-”

“And that’s enough from you,” He slapped his hand over my mouth to stop me from talking. “You’re cut off. Don’t continue that thought.”

“I was going to talk about your bike but okay,” I groaned after I pulled his hand away from my mouth, but kept his hand in mine. “Anyways, chat. He’s mine, so back the fuck up.”

“So possessive, damn,” he laughed, pulling our intertwined hands up to place a kiss on my knuckles. “It's hot.”

“Nah, just jealous.”

~~

Droid

“Guys, I swear to god,” I groaned into my pillow. I agreed to do a sleep stream with Droid weeks ago, but now, it was honestly hell. Not only was I so drained from the day in general, I was not feeling at all social to put up a facade for the viewers. My social battery was dead, and I just seemed pissed, probably. “Can we not play the Buzz Lightyear commercial nine times in a fucking row?!”

“That’s what that noise was?” Droid asked as he came back into the room with snacks and drinks. “Did yall make them insane or what?”

“Shut the fuck up,” I wined as I covered my ears. Droid set the drinks and snacks to the side as he laid down on his side of the mattress we set up. He also leaned over to the speakers to turn them down a couple of notches before leaning back. Once he was situated, I moved his arm, so I could lay into his side. “Chat, don’t. Just don’t fucking say anything.”

“Yeah, they’re allowed to do this,” He said into the microphone as he pulled up the chat on his phone, reading through some of the comments. “We get it, they’re cute and tired. Shut it.” 

Despite the noise, it did not take long to fall asleep. And it certainly did not take long for the chat to notice either. However, it was not until chat started spamming at Droid did he noticed. “Guys leave my s/o alone. Be lucky they even agreed to this.”

~~

Grizzy

Being on a panel at PAX AUS was a highlight of any creator. To have been invited was unimaginable. I was invited to be on a panel with the Misfits along with Grizzy and Smitty. We had flown in a few days prior (with a load of delays, might I add), and now, it was finally the day.

Sitting on the stage was surreal. With Grizzy on my left and Tobi on my right, we started answering questions down the line.

“Next question is for Y/n and Grizzy, technically,” the fan started. Immediately, I knew where it was going, so I lifted my hand that was already holding Grizzy’s onto the table. The fan began stuttering as they gestured to our hands. “Um, I think that answers my question.”

“If the question was if Girizzy and I are together,” I said just to confirm, and I was met with a timid nod from them, “the answer is yes. We have been together for a couple of months now.”

“And before anyone asks, technically, they made the first move,” Grizzy added.

“I thought you were asleep!” I objected, turning to face him while still keeping the microphone in my hand.

“That does not make it sound any better!” Grizzy and the rest of the group laughed.

“Trust me,” Fitz interjected, “that does not make it sound any less creepy. And I even know the whole story!”

“Oh my god, shut the fuck up, all of you!”

~~

Part 5 ->

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[gloomyluvr]

GOODNIGHT N GO

in which miles unexpectedly sleeps over

fem!reader x e-42! miles morales

fluff / kinda angst??

warnings!: none

a/n: hiii ! i promised a post. and even tho it's a week or two late, it's here!! i loved this one btw. heavily inspired by ari's song. it's one of my faves. this took me forever cuz i had so many ideas and versions of it and i couldnt decide which route i wanted to go with it. idk hope y'all like it ig. oh and miles is ooc cuz like... idk how he is.

masterlist

“im sorry for coming over last minute.” it was almost midnight when miles had called you asking for a place to stay the night. you were the only person he knew who lived around this unfamiliar area. 

“no, it’s alright. don’t worry.” you looked down at the floor, avoiding miles’ gaze. admittedly, you were nervous. it was your first time seeing miles after your breakup. which didn’t go all too well, but it’s in the past now. 

“if you’re not comfortable with me staying here, i get it. i’ll find some other place.” miles had noticed your uneasy manner. 

“no! it’s fine! it’s late and i don’t want you out there by yourself” you finally looked up at him, “what are you doing here anyways?” 

“oh uhm, there’s this like robotics competition around here, good prize money y’know?” miles hesitated. 

you knew miles better than anyone, you know when he’s lying. he’s making it so painfully obvious that he’s lying. he was probably here for prowler business. but, it wasn’t your place to worry anymore.

“oh, sounds fun.” 

“your mom won't mind?”

“what?”

“your mom wont mind that i'm staying the night?”

“oh uhm, probably not. she’s at her boyfriends house so…” you shrugged

“oh.” 

 miles stood stiffly in front of you waiting for anything to happen. and you stood, well, also stiffly looking around your living room. god, this was so fucking awkward.

“um well, you can set your bag in my room and i’ll get you some old clothes of yours that i… still have.” you admitted, very very embarrassingly. miles slightly smiled, amused by your behavior. 

you led the way to your room, and miles trailed behind you. as he was walking, he looked around the apartment he once knew so well. he took notice of anything new, whether it was recent photos in frames or decorations your mother put up to match the season. 

once in your room, miles gently set his bag next to your bed. he observed you as you got clothes from your drawer. you were dressed in some graphic tee and christmas pajama pants. which miles so happened to have an exact pair of (maybe because you insisted on matching for the holidays and well, who was miles to deny you?)

“here you go.”

“thanks.” miles took the clothes from your hands and walked to the bathroom.

you let out a breath that you didn’t even know you were holding in. why were you so nervous? a couple months ago you guys could act freely around each other and now you guys can barely even make eye contact. there was no denying that you missed miles. you missed the calls that would last for hours. you missed laying together in bed. you missed his laugh. you missed everything and anything about miles. 

you weren’t expecting his call at all. he was the one who decided on no contact after all. and if you were being honest you were mad that he had the balls to ask to spend the night after not talking to you for months. but you didn’t have it in you to say no to miles. 

when miles came back, you were lying on a makeshift bed on the floor scrolling through your phone. it couldn’t have been comfortable. 

“you’re not sleeping on that.” miles immediately advised you. you looked up from your phone with a grin. 

“oh i know. you’re sleeping that.” you got up from the floor and climbed on top of your bed. miles watched your antics with a hand on his hips. you looked at him and he rolled his eyes. 

“well at least i was tryna be a gentleman.” he huffed as he laid down on the floor. you rolled over to the edge of your bed to look at miles who was getting comfy on the floor (which was surprisingly comfortable.)

you wanted him to say something. anything. ask how you’ve been, what you’ve been up to. you wanted to talk to him, tell him the latest drama from your school. anything that would break this god-awful silence. but, nothing ever came. it was late, and if he wasn’t gonna try anything, neither were you. 

you looked at miles’ face, admiring your favorite features of his. he quickly took notice and looked back at you. miles smiled nervously, hoping you wouldn’t notice how his cheeks turned red because of your gaze. fortunately for him, you were as giddy as him, if not more. your cheeks also blushed up and you just couldn’t handle it.

“stop looking at me like that!” you cried before hiding your face in your covers.

“what! ¿qué hice?” miles chuckled, throwing his hands in the air in defense. 

“you know what you did!” you insisted with your face still buried in your covers.

“ ‘m sorry i can’t help it.” he whispered. you shifted to your lay on your side, facing miles.

“miles you can’t say that.” you whispered back. 

“why not?”

“miles…” 

“i know, i’m sorry.” miles mumbled. 

and once again, silence filled the room. you could hear miles’ soft breaths and you were sure he could hear yours.

“k pues, goodnight.” 

“goodnight, y/n/n.” 

15 or so minutes had passed and you still couldn’t sleep. you were tossing and turning on your bed. why couldn’t you sleep? is it because it’s so cold even though it’s august? or was it the fact that your ex was sleeping on your bedroom floor? probably the first one. you shivered, trying to find some warmth within your blankets. why was it so fucking cold? you sigh, there was only one way you were gonna be able to sleep tonight. 

“miles?” 

“hm?”

“you awake?”

“yeah, can’t sleep. why?” miles waited for a response but all he heard was shuffling. then, he saw you standing over him with your pillow and an extra blanket.

“can i sleep with you?” miles nearly jumped at the offer. how could he ever reject you? 

“yeah of course.” miles made space for you on the ground and you quickly set your pillow down next to his. you got under the same covers as him with the extra you brought being quickly discarded. 

it wasn’t until you were fully settled in that you realized your position. your face was merely inches away from miles’. though it didn’t bother you like you thought it would and miles didn’t seem bothered either. in habit, you rested one of your legs over miles’. instinctively miles wrapped his arm around your waist to pull you in closer to him. you brought your hand up to caress miles’ cheek. you closed your eyes as miles rubbed circles on your waist with his thumb.

you missed this. so did miles. but as long as he was the prowler, he couldn’t be with you. despite how much he wanted to. 

[dilfl0v3rss]

NAH CUZ THIS ONE CAME OUTTA NOWHERE BUT-

painter!Onyankopon 🧐🧐🧐🧐wat do we thinkkkkkkkk

who wanna paint his pretty lil girlfriend up as a bday gift but thingz start escalating-

you ATEEEEE

“you done?” you asked excitedly as you laid naked on the bed. ony sitting in front of you with a chair and painting set while he gave you a petty eye roll. “mama you only been sitting here for ten minutes. what you think?” he sighed, pencil in hand as he sketched your pretty body onto his cavas. your boyfriend was a very talented and well known artist. he’s had his work shown in many different art museums around the world and you couldn’t be any prouder of him.

people have paid unbelievable prices for his beautiful paintings and even more for customs. you’ve been with him through it all and even though you never said it, ony could always see how entranced you’d look when he’d bring you with him as his “assistant” and decided there was no better time to finally let you shine than your birthday.

“m’almost done wit the first part sexy. just need you to stay still f’me so i get get it done and start mixing my colors for your pretty skin ‘kay?” you nodded your head, apologizing for the movement as you sat as still as you could on your knees. back facing him as you kept your head to the side so he could get your side profile. another ten minutes when by and ony was finally done with the sketch. quietly pulling his paints out to mix them together for your beautiful complexion. “red? maybe lighter like orange? ma you know the color of your undertones?” he asked, while holding up the red and orange paint bottles.

you turned your head a little more so he could see your face, quizzical look already telling him everything he needed to know. “can you put on some music tho? if ima be sitting here like this, i wanna at least have sum playing” ony nodded his head before opening your phone and going to the first playlist he saw, but you already know what he chose when poison by brent faiyaz began to play through the speaker on the bed. the sex playlist.

you didn’t mind it though, humming along to the music as ony continued to work behind his large canvas.

as your music played it was suddenly getting harder for your man to focus. hands beginning to sweat at just the slightest glance of your oiled back. ‘wonder if she oiled the front of her body too’ dirty thoughts clouded ony’s brain as he watched you mindlessly move your hips to the music. “stay still mama. you making this hard f’me” he mumbled as he eyed your neck, then your beautiful shoulders down to your smooth back, stopping at the sight of your beautifully brown ass.

before he knew it, ony was slowly walking up behind you. lightly pushing your back down before rubbing with the swell of your ass. “you changed your mind againnn? now how long is it gon take for you to sketch thissss?” you whined, not thinking anything of his actions until you felt his print brush against your bare pussy. “you so pretty mama” his hands rubbed all over your back, letting the oil spread to his fingers and clothes as he leaned down to kiss from your back to your neck. “wanna put my dick in you, jus the tip ‘cause i still got work t’do”

you nodded your head, already in a lust filled daze as you felt him continue to rub against you with his clothed dick. ony lifted you off the bed slightly by the front of your neck. “can i mama? you gon let me make you feel good?” his whispers went straight to your core. legs already growing weak as you moaned out a weak “yes”. with that ony lightly bent you back over, freeing his dick from his sweats before lining up with your wet entrance.

“j-just the tip right?” your voice was small as you looked back at him. a small smirk made its way to his face as he watched your pretty face contort, dick sinking deep into you before he started thrusting at a steady pace. “you know better than to be believing shit like that ma. pussy too good for me to only let my tip fuck” ony chuckled as he listened to you whine into the sheets. hips already moving hungrily so you can fuck him back.

“seems like you agree wit me, don’t you baby? pussy so fucking wet” his pace quickened, making your moans become louder and more frequent as you reached your arm back. not for him to stop, but for him to hold to keep you grounded while he pounded away at your pretty pussy. “feel so good daddyyy…fuck go harder” ony smiled at the action, eagerly holding your hand in his while he started fucking into you deeper.

the both of your voices harmonized with each other as you continued to fuck each other the way you liked. bodies working together so both of you can reach the orgasms you’ve been wanting since you laid your naked body on the bed. “you so fucking sexy mama. got the most beautiful body i swear” his inked hands ran all over your back, thighs and neck. massaging you as he gave you words of love. “no painting can ever be enough to portray how beautiful you are baby. so glad you mine.”

his dick curved just right, hitting all the places you needed to make you a blabbering mess below him. “l-love you so much…so much daddy. happy t’be yours….yours forever” ony couldn’t help but smile as he listened to you run your pretty mouth. your walls sucking him in as you spoke, like the fact that you were saying you were his turned you on even more. “love you more, h-happy..fuck…happy birthday princess. sorry i can’t finish your painting.”

your body was getting to him. strong arm pushing your back down as he squeezed your hand a little tighter. “want you to fill me up daddy” you moaned, the feeling of his dick twitching already telling you that he was going to cum. ony’s brown eyes rolled to the back of his head, hips pistonning into you even harder as he felt his release on the tip of his tongue.

“gotta show you how much i love you right now”

[mxdimitrescu]

Late Night Fun

Synopsis: A late night texting leads to something steamy.

Genre: Pure filthy smut

Pairing: Vanessa x GP!Reece Johnson

(Masterlist)

Vanessa

I sat in the corner of the couch and clicked through the Netflix menu, searching for a movie to watch.

"There's never anything good on here anymore. Why do I still pay for this?" I muttered. I felt the phone buzz in the pocket of my hoodie, and pulled it out. I smiled when I saw the text.

Reece: This night is dragging. I can't wait to come home :(

I shook my head as I texted back.

Vanessa: Aw babe. You don't have much longer. You get off at 2 right?

I tossed the Playstation controller to the side and waited for her to text back.

Reece: Yeah but Im gonna ask if i can leave early. It's so dead tonight. I miss you.

Vanessa: I miss you too baby. you only have another hour tho. You'll be okay lol be patient

Reece: Well I'm gonna text you till I leave cuz there's nothing else to do. I already cleaned up.

I laid down on the couch and sighed as I smiled at the phone.

Vanessa: that's fine. I'm not doing anything anyways. oh shit, can you stop at the store before you come home and get me some oreos? i'm craving some bad.

Reece: okay. imma bring you something else too ;)

I smirked as I read the text.

Vanessa: oh yeah? what's that

I put the phone down and stood from the couch, stretching as I walked to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water. I took a long drink as I walked back to the living room and grabbed my phone.

I bit my lip as I opened the picture message Reece sent. She was standing in front of the mirror in the dimly lit bathroom of the bar. She held the phone with one hand, and was lifting her shirt slightly with the other so I could see her abs. My eyes drifted down, and I raised a brow when she noticed the slight bulge of her hardened member in Reece's jeans. I quickly texted her back.

Vanessa: Lol, are you hard at work?

Reece: Yup ;)

Vanessa: You're hot. Stop playing with me lol

Reece: I'm hard for you babe.

Vanessa: Smh I bet you are.. hurry up and get home.

Reece: Lol what happened to being patient?

Vanessa: Lol bye! You're really rude. Why would you turn me on like that when you know you aren't gonna be home anytime soon? Now I gotta wait!

Reece: Lol stop whining.. just be ready when I get there.

Vanessa: I've been ready since you left.

Reece: Oh really? Did I not satisfy you well enough earlier?

Vanessa: Baby, you know you did. But I swear every time you walk out that door.. my body just starts aching for you again..

Reece: Mmm. What part of your body.. specifically lol

Vanessa: Lol smh guess

Reece: Hmm.. can I buy a vowel lol

Vanessa: Lmao.. you play entirely too much

Reece: Lol. I know that pussy is aching for me baby.

I bit my lower lip and sighed before texting back.

Vanessa: You gonna handle it when you get home?

Reece: Mhm. Soon as  walk in the door it's getting handled.

Vanessa: Oh yeah? Tell me what you're gonna do

Reece: Well first of all, I need you naked before I even get there

Vanessa: That can be arranged.. I'm barely wearing anything now.

Reece: Pants or no pants?

Vanessa: No pants.

Reece: Shirt?

Vanessa: I'm wearing your red hoodie.. no bra.. no shirt.

Reece: Shorts?

Vanessa: Just those black panties you like.

Reece: You're fucking killing me. You can keep the panties on

Vanessa: Lol.. tell me what you're gonna do to me baby.

Reece: I'm picking you up and laying you on the couch

Vanessa: Damn, we ain't even makin it to the bedroom huh?

Reece: No. We're skipping a couple of steps lol

Vanessa: lol I can see that

Reece: so, you'll be on the couch. I'll be on top of you, kissing you. I'm not gonna be able to keep my hands off of you

Reece: I'm gonna bite that spot on your neck that I know makes you soak your panties

Vanessa: Fuck you're turning me on so much

Reece: I can't wait to suck on your hard nipples. Are they hard right now?

I slid a hand underneath the hoodie, and moaned as my fingers brushed over a rock hard nipple. I played with it gently as I texted back.

Vanessa: Yes baby

Reece: I thought so.. I wanna kiss you everywhere

Reece: I wanna spread your perfect thighs so I can see that wet pussy. Touch yourself and tell me how wet you are.

My hand slipped down my body and beneath my panties. I gasped quietly when I felt how wet I was.

Vanessa: Baby I'm so fucking wet for you right now. I can't believe this shit

Reece: You're still touching yourself aren't you?

Vanessa: Yes baby

Reece: stop. I don't want you cuming before I get there.

Vanessa: babyyyyyy you're wylin right now!

Reece: Lol. I'll be there soon. You gonna let me eat that pussy?

I groaned and closed my eyes after reading the text. I let out a frustrated sigh before texting back

Vanessa: That's all I want right now baby. Ugh I need to feel your tongue on me, sucking my clit

Reece: That's what you want?

Vanessa: Yesss please I want it so bad

Reece: Is that all you want?

Vanessa: No.. that's not all..

Reece: What else do you want?

Vanessa: I want you inside of me.. I want you to fuck me baby

Reece: Yeah? You want me to pull on your hair while I fuck you from behind?

Vanessa: Yes baby please

Reece: You want me deep inside of you? Hittin that spot while you scream?

Vanessa: God baby please hurry

Reece: I'm gonna wear that pussy out when I get home. Take off that hoodie

I dropped the phone and quickly tore off the hoodie before throwing it to the floor. I heard the phone buzz again.

Reece: I've been thinking about you all night. I can still taste you from earlier. You came sooo much baby. I love that I can make you cum like that with just my tongue

Reece: If you were here right now I would bend you over this bar and eat that pussy from the back. I wouldn't even care who was watching

I moaned quietly as I read her texts, trying my hardest not to touch myself.

Vanessa: You gotta stop baby lol.. you're making me so wet

Reece: Can you do me a favor really quick?

Vanessa: Anything

Reece: Push two fingers inside of your pussy

Reece: Pull them out and taste yourself.

I groaned and pushed my hand under my panties again, moaning softly as I fingered myself. I heard the phone buzz again.

Reece: Don't get carried away.. I know you're over there fucking yourself. Stop. Put your fingers in your mouth

Reece: Suck them clean

I closed my eyes again and stuck my fingers into my mouth, moaning as I sucked on them greedily. I reached back down to touch myself again when I got another text.

Reece: You better stop. Save some for me.

I laughed softly as I texted back.

Vanessa: You know me too well.

Reece: Tastes good, doesn't it?

Vanessa: Mmhm, I can't wait till you get here. I want you to eat me till I cum

Reece: Don't I always? i love it when you cum in my mouth. It's such a turn on.

A sudden knock at the door broke me out of my spell and I sat up.

Vanessa: Someone's at the door. Are you expecting company?

Reece: It's me. I got off early and took a Lyft home.

Reece: Open this door.

I stood from the couch and quickly walked to the door.

"Open up, honey," I heard Reece say sweetly before I unlocked the door.

I pulled it open and saw her standing on the other side. Reece leaned against the door frame with her backpack slung over her shoulder. She stared hungrily at me, and took a step inside of the apartment.

"They let you leave early?" I asked Reece nodded as she dropped her bag and closed the door.

She lifted me into her arms and walked toward the couch slowly.

"Yeah. Stopped at the gas station across the street and got your Oreos. They're in my bag," Reece said in a low voice.

She lowered me onto the couch, and kissed me softly.

"You can have them later."

I grinned coyly as Reece pulled back and looked at my body.

"Later?" I asked.

She raised an eyebrow.

"Did you think I was joking in those texts?" she asked seriously, "Spread your legs."

Reece kissed me deeply as she lay between my legs on the couch.

"Why do I get the feeling you knew you were getting off early this entire time," I smirked as Reece kissed her way down my body.

"Cause you're the smartest woman in the world," Reece said, kissing the side of my breast.

"But also because when I'm horny, I'm very predictable." I chuckled, then moaned softly as Reece licked my nipple before sucking it gently.

"Thank God for that," I breathed as she switched breasts.

"Thank fucking God."

Reece continued to make her way down my body, raking her short fingernails across my stomach, and grinning when I shivered.

"I have been waiting for this all night," She husked as she ran her thumb across the front of my panties.

She pulled the panties to the side, and I bit my lower lip, watching as Reece dragged her tongue through my soaked pussy. She raised an eyebrow. I sucked in a breath as she licked at her clit.

"You taste super sweet," Reece said observantly.

I giggled, then let out a deep moan as Reece's tongue swept through my folds again.

"Oh shit," I whispered.

I put one hand behind her head and the other on my own breast and played with my nipple gently as Reece watched.

"Keep doing that," She said breathlessly before sucking my hard clit into her mouth. I moaned and closed my eyes.

"Don't fucking stop," I said quietly.

She pushed my thighs further apart as she worked her tongue over me. I let out a shaky breath at the sound of Reece's lips sucking at me as she went faster. Reece moaned against my swollen lips, sucking each one into her mouth before delving her tongue into my entrance. She then pulled back slightly and kissed my inner thigh.

"Sit up," She said as she lifted her head. She took my hands and pulled me into a sitting position on the couch.

"Baby what are you doing," I whined as she pushed the coffee table further away. When she turned back around, I was sitting with her back against the couch, pouting making her smiled.

"I need space," she said as she knelt in front of the couch, pulling my panties off and pushing my thighs apart again. She bit her lip and stared down at my body.

"Play with yourself."

I slid a hand down my body as she watched. I moaned as my fingers slipped between the wet folds and across my aching clit.

"You see how wet you make me," I breathed as I stroked herself.

Her breathing grew heavy as she watched my fingers glide through my soaked center. I pushed her fingers back inside of me, moaning softly. "I need you, baby. I need you to fuck me right now."

"Oh yeah? Right this second?"

"Right now baby, please," I moaned, fingering faster.

Reece let go of my legs and unbuttoned her pants. She pushed them down, revealing her hardened member. I moaned and sucked my fingers as Y/n stared down at me.

"On your knees," Reece said quietly.

I did as I was told, turning my back to her as I knelt on the couch. I rested my head against the back of the couch as Reece pushed her member into me.

"Yes," I moaned as she thrusted into me again.

She bit her lower lip held my waist as she worked her member deeper. She leaned over me and bit into my neck roughly. I dug my fingernails into the couch cushion and cried out as she went faster.

"Yes baby fuck my pussy."

"Yours? I thought it was mine," Reece growled into my ear as she fucked me hard. "Tell me it's mine, Vanessa."

"It's yours baby, this pussy is yours," I whimpered as she pushed one hand into my hair and tugged it hard.

I felt my knees began to buckle, but Reece wrapped her arms around me and kept me from collapsing into the couch. She smiled slightly as she angled her hips and buried herself even deeper inside me.

"Fuck daddy," I cried and pressed my hand against her stomach, pushing her back. "Hold on, stop." She stopped and pulled back.

"You okay?" she asked. I nodded and let out a deep breath. I reached for her and pulled her in for a firm kiss.

"We need to try a different position because I'm about to pass out," I said. Reece smirked as she stepped out of her pants.

"Does that mean I'm doing a good job?" she asked as she sat on the couch next to me. I climbed on top of her and rested my arms on her shoulders.

"Yes, it does." I leaned forward and kissed her softly. She reached in between us and grabbed her member.

"Wanna stay on top?" She asked in a low voice.

I nodded and lowered myself onto her. I moaned softly as she wrapped her arms around my back and kissed my exposed neck. I furrowed my brow and placed one hand on the back of her neck, while pushing the other through her dark tresses. She pressed her lips against my throat as I rode her slowly.

"Mmm you feel so good," I moaned as I lifted off her member slightly before lowering my hips again. Reece sighed as I arched, tipping backwards, but she held me tight as I rode her slowly.

"Come here," Reece mumbled, pulling me against her again. She pressed her forehead to my bare chest and breathed heavily as I rose and fell in her lap.

"Reece," I choked out as I pushed myself down on her. She moaned and kissed my chest in response, making me shiver. I rocked against her, my hips jerking slightly as my orgasm approached.

"Baby I'm so close."

She moved one hand from my back and slid it between her legs to stroke her clit.

"I'm close too baby. I wanna see you cum," Reece said before biting her lower lip and looking up at me. I groaned as pressed one hand into the back of the couch, the other still in her hair. I leaned down and kissed her hungrily before I tensed slightly.

"Daddy, baby," I let out a soft sob as Reece stroked me faster.

She held me trembling body as I came hard in her lap, whimpering her name with each wave of my orgasm.

Reece thrusted faster until she stiffened and let out a moan as white jets of cum painted my walls. I ran my hands through her hair as she slowly died down from her intense orgasm.

"God you're so beautiful," Reece whispered tenderly, removing her hand from between my legs and wrapping it around my waist.

I still moved slightly on top of her, grinding down on her member to ride out the last bit of my orgasm. She kissed under my chin, then neck and collarbone as I slowed down.

"Stay here. Don't get off yet." I moaned quietly, not ready to move yet anyway.

"Can't we just stay like this forever," I mumbled tiredly, leaning fully against Reece, unable to support myself. She continued to kiss me anywhere her lips could reach.

"Yes, we can," she said between kisses.

"Lies," I said, smiling as she laughed and looked up at me again.

"Well, I wish we could," Reece said quietly as I pressed my forehead to hers.

"I love you."

"I love you too," I said then yawned loudly, making her laugh again.

"You tired baby?" she asked, making me nod.

"You ready to get up?" I nodded.

"You know you're carrying me to bed, right?" I asked.

Reece rolled her eyes and smiled at me.

"Yeah, I kind of figured."

[soupzardous]

i would love a detalied lore drop on are they smarter than a first grader :3 i genuinely adore all these characters youve written i would gladly take any brain vomit like just screenshots of you and ur friend brainrotting i would eat it alllll up!! just anything honestly

I’m not even gonna lie I did not deliver at all. But what I will give you is that I know for sure that Quackity had like been super anxious for the sleep over. As usual Wilbur was late. Literally not shocking. But basically I hadnot planned much for that chapter I had lots of ideas tho. I did want to have them maybe build a pillow fort in Slimes room cuz I thought that would be silly and also cuz Quackity would’ve lost his marbles. I also think I intended on writing a moment that chapter where Quackity wants to read Fundy and Slime a bed time story since it was routine but Fundy doesn’t know how to react and Slime shoos Quackity away because Fundy can just read to him. Quackity would’ve gone back to the living room grumbling and prob would’ve poured himself a glass of wine cuz he can’t handle not being in charge of things.

Since him and Wilbur were fighting before hand (from what I remember) I wanted it to be sort of tense and awkward. I know in the previous chapter, Slime had green marker on his face and that was how i planned on getting them to start talking. Wilbur would’ve also been drinking wine and all that jazz. However, the plan was for Wilbur to suggest to Quackity that he get Slime some tattoo markers so Slime can draw on himself without it becoming a problem, and that was gonna lead into them being fucking weird or whatever. I really hardcore believed that atstafg!Quackity had a trampstamp (there is concept art and everything). Anyways, back then i did actually write out all the dialogue as kind of a bare bones draft, so I’ll just insert that screen shot here:

Then they probably were freaks and kissed. And this time no one interrupted them for realzies.

The next morning was gonna go one of two ways.

1. Quackity was gonna wake up and realize it was almost 8:30 am (he usually woke up around 5) an get worried that the kids hadn’t eaten. In this scenario he didn’t even remember the whole thing with Wilbur because he is more worried abt the kids. He would’ve winded up walking into the living area and seeing that Wilbur was in his bath robe due to being the one who’d woken Wilbur up, and Wilbur had to find something to put on because he wanted to let Quackity keep sleeping (he knew Quackity was sleep deprived)

2. They would’ve woken up at the same time and kind of opted to ignore what had happened. Wilbur wouldn’t have been able to find his glasses and he probably would’ve said something along the lines of “Well it isn’t my fault you probably recklessly put them somewhere. If they’re broken you’re paying for it.” And they would’ve bickered before Wilbur rolled his eyes and said he didn’t need them that bad and they would’ve headed into the kitchen.

Either way, they would’ve wound up finding Slime and Fundy at the kitchen table with some books that him and Fundy were reading together. Once again, I had this vaguely written in old dms i sent so I’ll just insert those here

I did initially want Quackity to do that thing he does where he was more focused on being a parent than how he was feeling, so he was gonna be too busy with trying to schedule Slime an optometrist appointment to worry about whatever happened with Wilbur. However, Wilbur is not trying to leave in a rush cause he would rather be uncomfortable around Quackity while Fundy had fun than back at his apartment with Phil there. Eventually, when Quackity gets off the phone Wilbur finally asks why Quackity isn’t bringing up what happened, and Quackity woudlve been all like “because I have a life to live I can’t just pause everytime there is a minor accident. You just have to keep doing what you have to do, so sorry if I don’t wanna get into all that” and Wilbur would’ve been offended but not willing to walk away. He does wind up giving up the fight and saying he was gonna stay a little bit longer but just because Fundy was having a fun time. he probably says something about how he’s only staying because he’s not as bad of a parent as Quackity thinks. because truly, they never get past that.

By the way Quackity does blame himself heavily for not even thinking that Slime might have really bad eye sight and just trying to force slime to read when he couldn’t see very well to be begin with. I know a lot of people did theorize that he had dyslexia or was truly just never taught to read, but it was more so due to a lack of proper caregivers in his infant and toddler years and shockingly bad eyesight for being a six year old.

Quackity tries to get Wilbur to go home by telling Slime his friend was gonna have to go home so that he could take Slime to the eye doctor, but Slime tells Quackity “you can’t take me to an eye doctor. Your eyes are healthy. Can Fundy’s dad go instead his eyes aren’t healthy so he would be better” (thats really ooc forgive me please). Anyways, Quackity is a sucker for anything Slime wants especially since his feels really guilty in the moment. So he does say yes.

I have a much more detailed version of the whole glasses debacle, if you want that, but tbh I do not expect this post to be something anyone is actively waiting for anymore. Once again my bad for waiting so long. There were a lot of little things I hc abt Wilbur and his childhood that related to glasses that would’ve served as a bonding type of moment nd i believe i have all of that written down somewhere in my discord dms.

Anyways. I am kind of struggling to remember it all, but I did plan on Quackity and Wilbur trying to keep things professional for a chapter after that, as they were nearing the class Christmas party i believe. Maybe I don’t remember my own fics current time line but it’s fine it’s so chill. But basically when they do set up and help run the class Christmas party since they are co room moms. One of the activities is making a little handmade ornament. It’s meant to be like a gift the kids make to bring home to their parents. However, during the party Slime winds up giving his to Wilbur instead of Quackity. Quackity is not happy about this to say the least, especially since him and wilbur aren’t on the best of terms. Quackity expected Wilbur to shove it in Quackitys face and brag about winning, but instead he just awkwardly tried to give it to Quackity because he felt really bad about the fact that it happened. Quackity refuses to accept it and just kind of keeps to himself the whole time.

When the class party ends, Nikki thanks the two for how much they did and for collaborating. She mentions that Slime had been talking about how Wilbur and Quackity had a sleepover with him and Fundy all week in their morning circle, and to top it off, there had even been a day or two where Fundy talked during the morning circle too. As Quackity and Wilbur leave the school, Wilbur attempts to check in on Quackity. usually Quackity was more vocal of what was bothering him.

When he asks what’s wrong Quackity just kinda quietly says something about how it isn’t fair that Slime likes Wilbur more than him.

Wilbur goes “thats not true. he hardly knows me”

And Quackity just says that he wouldn’t get it. And it is heavily related to the fact that Quackity has tried super hard to avoid letting anyone into his life because he didn’t wanna bring someone into Slimes life that would stick around for a while but inevitably leave. After a bit of back and forth Wilbur probably mentions something like “I dont get it. You act like I’m going anywhere. You act like you aren’t incredibly aware that I can’t leave if I want to. If either of us are the type to run away, it’s you, Quackity. You always say it’s what’s best for Slime, but I don’t know if theres a single selfless reason why you act the way you do. I know I’m selfish, but I never asked to be in this situation. And I’m not saying you did. But for someone who always looks so miserable, you sure have no problem pushing me away. I may not have been the best friend you could have, but it’s not like you have any others. Our kids are friends, and I wont let this be the reason they can’t hang out anymore. But you have a lot of nerve pretending we don’t know too much about each other. I thought we would’ve worked out just fine together. I liked you, Quackity. And maybe I’m just an idiot, but feel like you might have liked me too”

Quackity tells him he doesn’t get it, and Wilbur decides to count his losses and drive home.

The next chapter I planned on having Wilbur being up late at night. School has gone on break and it is Christmas Eve now. For the first time in years Wilbur had actually put out a small decorative tree. He wasn’t sure why, neither him nor fundy were very enthusiastic about holidays. Fundy was in bed and Phil was sleeping too. He winds up getting out some craft supplies that he had left over from a while back, and makes his own version of a shitty ornament. In all honesty it isn’t that much better than the one Slime had made. He puts it in a bag along with a cheap botttle of wine he bought the day before. A part of him wanted to write “to replace the last of the things I took from you” on the card, but he settled on writing “merry Christmas, hope you like it” despite how much he wanted to say. The next morning after Fundy opens his gifts, he asks if Fundy wants to go have a play date with Slime, and Fundy says yes because he wants to tell Slime about the cool books he got.

The goal was for Wilbur to give Quackity the gift and for Quackity to attempt to act indifferent/frustrated but eventually crumble cuz he was really upset with himself. I did at the time plan on just figuring out this part when i got there, however it was gonna be kinda mushy with like them finally talking about it. I prob would’ve done some fuckass mistletoe cliche or something. I also thought it would’ve been funny to have Slime and Fundy see it and try and turn their Christmas Chinese takeout dinner into a surprise date to set their parents up. I don’t really know.

It is a little funny cuz i actually really dont like Christmas but it was going to become a Christmas fic due to pacing.

The epilogue would’ve been a fast forward to Wilbur and Quackity roughly 8 months later being fluffy and silly while coparenting and getting both Slime and Fundy ready for school. I wasn’t sure whether they’d be living together or not at that point, but either way it wasn’t like they wouldn’t have sleep overs pretty often. I thought it would be kinda silly if like Wilbur was helping get the kids ready so Quackity could get an extra hour of sleep since Wilbur usually was working until after Quackity had already picked up the kids from school. There would be some days where Quackity packed the kids lunches and some where they got to buy it at school. Some days Quackity would worry about what the kids were gonna wear and others Wilbur just let them pick whatever they wanted. Essentially just illustrating the balance that would be achieved after they got together with both families benefiting from the best of both worlds. Wilbur would’ve learned to be a more involved and responsible parent and Quackity would’ve learned to not micro manage every little thing that happened. And from that point on they both became co room moms until Fundy and Slime got sick of their parents wanting to be involved with every school function

I have more things i saved in case y’all want anymore!! So just let me know and i will actually get back to you in a timely manner I promise this time !!! Hope this all made sense it has been so long since I talked abt atstafg

[inconsideratekidney]

10/9/24

hey guys,

something's wrong with my computer. it can barely run all my chrome tabs anymore like it used to. it still functions i suppose, but its very slow and doesn't charge with this one charger i have--my backup charger. i bring this one around so i don't have to bring my big one. the big one that is like my only dependable charger apparently. this backup charger works on my phone and my tablet, but my laptop just won't accept it as a charger for whatever reason. it's super cool and lights up when it's plugged into a power source. it's got 3 different offshoots for usb-c, lightning cable, and something else idk what it's called but it's like an hdmi-shaped version of the lightning cable sized one. anyway, who cares about all that. my laptop has not turned on while the cable is plugged in and it pisses me off so much. i wish my laptop would finally explode like it wants to so i can get a new one.

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im not really sure what kind of audience is actually reading my blogs. i know most don't keep up, cuz its a blog and no one wants to read about someones personal life go on and on, but it is very therapeutic for me. i honestly dgaf who reads it or doesn't. just that i have a place to put my thoughts. i would love feedback or any kind of response literally, like idc what, i like to have conversations with ppl so if u want to go ahead. ill try to stop asking, but i feel like ppl don't feel right doing it or are straight up just not reading any of this. who knows. womp womp.

speaking of which, the things i write about are the kinds of topics i want to talk about with ppl, but are the ones that ppl dont stay on for too long. what i mean to say is that i can bring something up and not have the time to say it all, or the interest of the other person to listen; wait; then let me finish my thoughts, and then actually want a response from them. i often find myself wanting someone to just listen to me go on and on, and most ppl can't stand that or can't stay on the same topic i want to talk about. if i ever do find myself with someone who will let me talk, i'm so conditioned to change the subject for fear that i'm bothering them and sub-consciously/consciously change the subject so i don't lose ppl in conversation.

i had no idea how to recruit "fans" or whatever lol. i had no idea who really wanted to read these blogs. i just find them fun--i'd like to think i'm funny sometimes and that people enjoy what i have to say, so that they can read into what i'm thinking about on their own time. i don't have to bother people with my existence in a conversation back and forth if they don't want to. if you can't stand my writing u can just click away. it's not a big deal. my whole thing is that if you really did want to respond, i'd be down to have a chat with you. i feel satisfied after getting this all out that i can decide to respond or not once i'm done because i've already gotten my thoughts out without being interrupted. you don't watch me type or see my edits, you only see the final product and that puts me at ease a bit. when i speak out loud, i typically say everything i'm thinking or not enough. often i say the wrong thing and people are quick to jump in and ask for clarification or even correct me. i'm not finished. many ppl aren't patient anymore and it's frustrating when my brain doesn't function the way most peoples brains do.

i think of something, then i think "why the hell did that pop into my head? what on earth is this related to?" trick question--its never related to anything most times. my brain just picks up on slight things in my environment and misconstrues them as something relevant to some memory and brings one up, or comes up with something new. i'd assume most people think like that. i just don't know how to explain that to ppl in conversation when were talking about one thing, or we're not talking at all and i just bring something up. that's when it makes sense to me. typically i think of everything at once so it's all relevant to me.

i like this shark. going in circles endlessly in one small space. he knows he can't go anywhere, but maybe he likes it. it's safe, reliable, and cushiony. i put the shark here for our entertainment, but i wont release him (cuz i will forget) but he shall remain happy or maybe he's hitting his head against the walls, thinking "when will she stop yapping" idk.

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im sweating like a madwoman. make it stoppppp. i was trying to experiment by not wearing deodorant/antiperspirant to see if it was all in my head and it is not. it's quite real and i hate it. i hate sweating so much. i don't sweat in my hands or back. just my armpits and private bits (it's really just my thighs lol). i wanna lose weight tbh. i hate my thighs rubbing together, it hurts when i'm wearing shorts and they just slide up and chafe. ugh i get so uncomfortable thinking about it. also my body just gets hot. it's just so annoying. i feel like this hyperhydrosis condition really spiked when i entered college. that's when i really noticed it first a least. my mom has it and i've been trying all different deodorants and antiperspirants with her, but i still sweat regardless. i think she said some work for her for a bit, but then don't again. i think lumē worked for her but just smells weird. who knows. maybe i'll try mens deodorant or antiperspirant. i don't want to throw out my current one cuz yk, money, but it ain't working...

idkkkkk.

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in the time i've written this, the charger still isn't working and even when i hold down the power button there's no response from my conputer to even tell me it's dead. i'm concerned but still couldn't care less. its not fanning bc i let it stop before it turned off. i think it just died and this charger isn't working. i sure hope it works when i get home tho. fuck this shit.

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this body positivity movement related to hair on women is progressing more i think. i haven't researched it or anything, but i notice more ppl than i did before who seem female presenting or have feminine features to have body hair and i love to see it. it's still very scarce, but this is only one place in the world. ofc my hometown there's like no one and my mother makes fun of me all the damn time, so i never forget it. i just wish it didn't look so bad. like i don't care about it cosmetically in the sense that women shouldn't have it cuz it looks bad or cuz its not feminine, but i just don't think it ever matches my outfits. it pisses me off kinda. i don't feel like i give off hairy vibes. maybe i do. those aren't the vibes i wanna put out there. but see in that mindset, i'm stereotyping myself and still have the same schema. "what they're wearing is weird that doesn't match what i assume their style is!" type shit. i don't enjoy this mindset and it comes along with other stereotypical, generalizing mindsets i still have from growing up and am still trying to eradicate, but dang its hard.

i also study peoples behavior and people watch to learn and copy whats socially acceptable. so believe me when i say, it's fucking hard having hairy legs when it's still not common everywhere i go. it's kind of a fucking nightmare sometimes. and i know i sound like "oh, woe is me!" and sometimes i do feel like that, but its because i don't see enough representation--thats another reason why i do it. my real reason is that i don't care to keep up with shaving and i don't want to do it bc i feel like i have to. i don't feel like i want to, so i just don't. if one day i wake up and feel like shaving, then damnit i will. but i don't need anyone's approval or advice on it. i'm angry bc of what my mother says to me, so this is mainly directed towards the comments she's made, and my father, hell, both of em. i'm not taking this outta thin air. there are ppl attacking me, it's my family...

that's the funny thing. i haven't gotten any backlash from a single other person. funny... if they keep it to themselves, wonderful! i honestly don't care what they think, but do care that they are being considerate.

anyshways, thats why i don't love socks that pull on the hair and why i feel awkward in tank tops and short shirts cuz i still haven't gotten over the socially different part yet. this is revolutionizing for me even if it isn't for anyone else.

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if you actually read everything so far, you're cool, but if you're at the end and readin this, you're still cool but u just don't know what i said. i'll sum it up for you-

tdlr (i hate myself):

- computer bout to shit itself

- i have social anxiety and am a clinical yapper

- computer still boutta die

- ahh scary! hair on woman!!

youre here now.

yipee!!

i'll try to post Tuesdays through Thursdays i have decided. try to check then if u can....

love yall,

kD :p

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It’s a classic

I’m a little new to this. It here it is (and yes this is mine it’s just one that I made on Wattpad first)

Y/n's POV

I was walking to school when I accidentally bumped into shorty Cavell "Hey short-stuff" She then hits me playfully and says 

"hey douche" we both laugh 

"what are you doing?" 

"Walking to school"

 "huh douche knows how to walk" 

"I'm not bad at everything. Anyways I got to head to school, don't wanna be late"

 "cuz your slow when walking" She says sarcastically 

"yeah right, whatever"

 "bye douche" 

"bye shorty"

 and then I got back to the journey of walking right into the pits of hell.

Time skip to school

I was at my locker when the first bell rang getting my things, then I walked to my first period class bored as hell.

 Everything was fine until third period... when the shooting happened, it was a class I always skipped so I was waiting in the bathroom for the period to be done but then Vada came 

 "hey douche" I jumped a little bit

 "Jesus," I whispered

 "Hey shorty" I said back to her

 "what are you doing in here?" 

"Skipping class, what about you?" 

"My sister had to call me, so I thought about coming to the bathroom, and here I am."

 We were both chuckling until we heard a gunshot Vada's eyes were wide open same as mine she asked me 

"what was that??" 

"Somebody probably just tripped-" 

and another one "-never mind" 

"quick douche get into a stall" 

She pulls me to one of the stalls on the opposite side of where the doors at and we both get onto the toilet so our feet aren't able to be seen. Vada was shaking a lot so I quickly grabbed her hand and heard more gun shots you couldn't hear anything other than the gunshots and the sound of me and Vada whimpering, she tried getting her phone on to text or call someone but her phone dropped into the toilet.

 When she got it out she just put in into her pocket then we heard someone coming into the bathroom, then they got into the other stall. "Is someone in there?" 

The other person whispered "Your not the shooter right?" 

Vada got out barely "no, no I'm not." 

"Come over to the stall."

 The guy goes underneath the stall and comes back up "is that your blood?" 

"My brother" the guy sobs 

"m-my brothers dead." 

We all are quiet for the last minutes of the shooting until police came into the bathroom saying we can come out. After that we all went home traumatized by it all.

Time skip to night

When I was trying to sleep I got a notification on my phone it was Vada she was trying to talk to me

(Vada - Shorty )(y/n - douche)

Shorty-

Hey Y/n

Douche-

Hi Vada

Shorty-

Uhm.. I kinda need some help from the whole shooting and stuff I'm really just not okay, and I really need your help

Douche-

Alright, what do you need help with, like you want me to help calm you down or something?

Shorty-

Yeah, yeah something like that

Douche-

Alright take a breather

Shorty-

Okay

Douche-

Breathe in

Douche-

breathe out

Douche-

Repeat

Shorty-

This is sorta helping thank you

Douche-

Anytime

Shorty-

Uhm I have a quick question before I leave you alone.

Douche-

Well what is it?

Shorty-

Would it be alright if I came over tomorrow?

Douche-

Of course it would be alright dude I mean we're friends after all

Shorty-

All right so tomorrow when I'm about to come over I'll call you

Douche-

Alright, see you then!

Shorty-

Okay goodnight

Douche-

goodnight

When I went to sleep I had a small smile on my face not knowing why it was there but all I was thinking about is when Vadas coming over tomorrow.

Time skip (again) 

While I was sitting on the couch relaxing I got a call from Vada. I answer and talk to her and she said "I'll be over there in about five minutes " 

"alright see you then" 

when she hung up I started cleaning the mess I had made from trying to make lunch earlier. 

When I heard knocks on the door I went and opened it and came straight into Vadas arms hugging her. 

"Hey douche"

 "Hey shorty"

 "missed me much?"

 "Yeah,yeah whatever. Come on in"

 "what are we gonna do?"

 "Why don't you tell me your the one who asked to come here." 

"Alright douche let's have a movie night."

 "I love movie nights" 

"alright let's see if you like my kinda movie nights with horror films" 

"alright we'll see" 

"okay" 

"I'll go get the popcorn, you want some"

 "why are you even asking. Of course I want some, oh and with butter and salt please"

 "of course"

 "alright thanks" 

"no problem"

 I went out to make the popcorn and came back out with Vada who had chosen to watch Halloween which I've never watched before. 

"Alright shorty here's your popcorn."

 "Thanks douche"

 I grab a blanket and put it over both of us 

"you ready?"

 "Yeah"

 after about half the movie I started getting scared and getting closer to Vada. Once there was a jump scare I went fully into Vadas arms and she just laughed and said

 "scared douche?”

 "hah hah shut up" I quipped back 

"alright I think it's time to turn it off"

 "no"

 "why not douche, if your scared"

 "I wanna finish it"

 "alright if you say so"

 we continued watching it but a couple minutes after she turned it back I fell asleep on her chest.

 When I woke up she was asleep as well so I got up put the blanket on her and carried her to my room and got into the bed with her.

 She started turning around looking for something but when she got a hold on me she started to cuddle into me. I cuddled with her until I fell asleep again.

 We both woke up around the same time. When I woke up Vada said 

"morning beautiful" 

then her eyes got wide but my eyebrows were the only thing that I moved. Then she started rambling saying

 "I'm so sorry I didn't mean to say that- I mean I'm not saying your not beautiful I just didn't want to say it like that and I know we're friends and I don't want to mess that up and all so I-"

 "Vada!" I yelled

 "huh?"

“Calm down I think your beautiful too" 

"really?" 

"Yeah I mean I don't just think your beautiful your also super smart, and kind, and hot but you get the gist. All I'm trying to say is that I like you."

 "Well I like you too"

 "that's nice to know"

 we both giggled a little bit and then stared into each other's eyes for a little bit but then Vada looked down at my lips for a split second then up t my eyes again then started moving toward me. While she was doing that I started moving as well to meet her in the middle.

 Then when our lips were together it was like magic , both of our lips fit perfectly together

________________________________________* If you want me to do some of your requests please send them in.

[messycunt]

":D! Thanks! I would love to see how the dorm heads interact with the vices! Or just more of how the whole savannaclaw octovilline (sorry if I spelt them wrong :<) ppl work out, cuz they can’t be milked? (Right? I mean other animals have milk ig but,,,,,) jamil and kalim s little dance routine together sounds so cute! And Ruggie is the secret third thing? :o (I don’t know what that is sorry if I’m being stupid lol!) and lilia and mal! Cute! Is it too much to ask if you could give a little description of what they would look like, like fur colors and stuff, also are they like, centaur like? Or like satyrs? Or like just have the animal parts? :)"

the ruggie thing wasn't anything deeper dw about it

cw: just a short ramble and some hcs so nothing rlly, I typed these on my phone so srry if they came out funny, not proof read

so first off for the nondairy farms(enclosures?) they work as follows:

Members of them still perform at shows and are rented out for parties and private occasions the same and their added exotic factor from not being as common as the more domestic hybrids makes them more lucrative to do so with.

but as far as looks I've stated before that I imagine them being a little taller and more built, around 5 or 6 inches specifically, and they just have tails, ears, horns and a patch of fur on their back!

ok here r some character by character hcs for their looks as well as some other miscellaneous stuff

Riddle:

Soft white and red pelt, small horns.

Small and delicate looking he's actually rather hot headed and hard to work with, wish good luck to his handler they need it.

Doesn't do shows often but when he does he shows up and shows out.

Trey:

Thick dark green pelt, large horns

Not one to enjoy the spotlight and therefore doesn't participate in shows

Would rather spend his time in the kitchen and the fields or showing kids around when they have scheduled field trips coming up.

Like I said he enjoys working with kids when he has the chance and his brotherly personality makes him perfect for it.

Cater:

Shaggy ginger and white pelt, his horns are smaller than treys but still big.

Get's rented out often and looooves having his picture taken, he's very photogenic you know

Amazing temperament, maybe too lenient at times, you could tug his tail and not get much of a negative reaction.

Ace:

Short full ginger pelt, medium sized horns.

A bit of a trouble maker and hasn't had the chance to feature in any shows yet

Deuce:

Short white and deep blue-black pelt, medium horns.

Likes helping out the best he can but between me and you.. he's not that good at it.

Trey has him help collect eggs from the chicken coop from time to time.

He just wants to make everyone around him proud!

Kalim:

Stark white pelt, stubby horns.

Popular as far as rentals for parties go

He prioritizes fun over everything else which usually gets him caught up especially when it comes to real work.

Jamil:

Corse black pelt, medium large horns the tips of which are black too.

Him and Kalim come as a packaged deal so you can't have one without the other as far as shows and the like goes.

Vil:

long blonde pelt the tips of which are purple, elegantly curved horns.

To put it nicely; he's a cunt.

Does shows often and barely anything else unless it's extremely high profile.

His time and effort are expensive you know.

Rook:

blonde pelt that is meticulously trimmer(under Vils request), large horns.

He is an enigma in every sense of the word, hard to read but overly friendly

Strongly attached to his handler regardless of if they feel the same.

Epel:

Shaggy but short pale lavender pelt, very small horns(HE'S STILL GROWIN' OK)

The prissy image vil forces him uphold makes him sick but playing quiet and polite when he isn't breathing down his neck isn't too hard.

Idia:

Yes his pelt is made up of unnaturally blue flames too, larger horns but they just make him clumsy.

Sorry I love him but no idea why they keep him around he truly is good for nothing.

Ortho:

you remember those zoomer robot cats and dogs from a few years back? he's like one of those but bigger! and also a cow.

he's all shiny black blue and white plastic baby

good temperament I'd say, Just don't talk shit about his brother.

Malleus:

Deep green tinted black pelt, HUGE fully black curled horns.

Very busy with shows and events.

He's elusive and seen as scary and untouchable to most but really a big sweetie for the most part.

Lilia:

Sporadically trimmed black pelt that has pink streaks like his hair, cute small horns that he probably paints pink to match(I imagine their being like horn polish of some kind yk).

In a word; Silly.

He's great with kids and treats Malleus like a big toddler sometimes.

Sebek:

Uneven pale green pelt, medium large horns.

Never gets booked for shows or contests, not that he's undesirable or anything he just refuses to put himself in a position where he will be Malleus' competition.

SIlver:

Mid length silver-white pelt, small horns.

Has been in a show or two and found they're not for him.

Prefers helping out around the farms when he can.

12.5.22 - more

[ms-cartoon]

New HB Episode! (Jesus...)

Alright... So I seen the new episode - can't say this show gradually gets any better. I can fairly say there was only one decent thing about this episode, and that was the backstory with Moxxie and why he has daddy issues. Seriously though, why does almost EVERYBODY in this goddamn show have daddy issues??? And why are all these dads a**holes?? And yes, I'm going to include Millie's father. Of course, he's no abusive dad, but he (nor his wife) wasn't kind to Moxxie at all, and all because he was considered a weakling who uses guns as a choice for weapons. Which sounds like a pretty stupid reason. There are people who are scared to even pick up a gun, let alone pull a trigger.

I couldn't tell if I was skimming through this episode, or if the episode was just skimming itself and I just couldn't keep up. I think it's mostly the latter, cuz MY GOD, this was so rushed! I had to watch this twice to process whatever was going on. Everything just feels so crammed into this episode There's also Moxxie's ex-boyfriend, but I'll get to that in a minute.

⦁ So the first start of the episode, we start with Moxxie and Loona in the room. I just love how Loona is just there, lol!! She's just sitting at the table on her phone and has no speaking lines whatsoever. She might as well have not even appeared in this episode, for real. What's bad about this is that she was only there for another "Moxxie is fat!" joke. I really don't get what's so funny about this gag. Why is it even a gag? Moxxie is not fat! He don't even look it. I highly doubt he's even heavy. Loona and Blitzo are just being d*cks to him. It doesn't even help that he mentions he lost a few pounds just so they stop making fun of him. Now it's just sad!!! They body-shamed Moxxie so much, he felt he had to lose a few pounds so they would leave him alone about it. They did not make this funny, they just made it worse. PLZ STOP with the unfunny fat jokes!!

⦁ This seems to be the most try-hard horniest episode compared to the ones that have Stolas in it. Seriously, what in the gracious hell is with these dildos popping up from chairs and walls!!!??? 

Then there's Blitzo who has photos of porn in the drawers in his office (why would he even put those where people can open it up and take stuff out anyway??)!!! And then you got this perverted fish (who's the most annoying out of everybody in this episode) tryna bang everybody in IMP! He's literally just another Stolas, Blitzo, and Angel Dust character put in one: an LGBT horny mess who just wants to get his mack on anyone around him or just certain people, sexually harassing them in the process. Plus, anything that comes out of his mouth is a literal sex joke and it's just uncomforting.

⦁ So Moxxie's family is in the mafia and they're rich...... But why??? I thought Imps were of lower class and practically poor compared to the other species of demons.

  ⦁ You mean to tell me Millie and Moxxie dated the same guy at one point in their lifetime before getting together? Okay, but it seems to be too much of a coincidence. Idk, it just comes off as odd.

⦁ So Moxxie and Chaz had a thing going on before he met up with Millie. But when they were together, their relationship seemed to be more centered around lust than there was genuine love. Obviously considering when Chaz was quick to take the money and abandoned Moxxie when he needed help during the heist. Now this, amongst other parts of this series, just keeps up the stereotypical nonsense that all gay dudes are horny for each other and want nothing but to get it on. I don't understand what Moxxie even sees in his perverted a**. What makes no sense about this is that Moxxie isn't the type of guy that just get's horny like that. He's not perverted and doesn't get turned on over the slightest of things, yet he's shown stroking a gun while cleaning it while at the same time feeling pleasure. Chaz is more vulgar than Blitzo, and Moxxie barely tolerates him! So, wtf??

⦁ So in hell, you can pretty much get away with anything illegal with no consequences. Whether it'd be robbing a bank, murdering someone, sexual harassment, etc. So why in THE HELL is there a prison???!!

⦁ Blitzo and Moxxie's meeting makes no sense to me. So #1, I was under the assumption Moxxie met Blitzo after he met and married Millie, but now they're telling us they met in jail right after Chaz abandoned Moxxie. #2, Why is Blitzo quick to let Moxxie join IMP after only saying a few words to him? He didn't even ask him for his name or let him speak or anything - he was just like, "Hey let's bust outta here and you can join my company!" #3 Why is Moxxie even smiling? What has Blitzo said to make him feel better so quickly after basically being dumped?? Does he feel like he's being accepted or something? Like bro, you just met this dude and you didn't even say a word to him.

⦁ Millie's more pissed at Chaz for abandoning Moxxie at one point. Why is Millie getting so angry and quick to kill Chaz over something that happened she wasn't even present for!? She never even met Moxxie around that time. Plus, it's not like that situation is bothering Moxxie now. There was no need for her to get so triggered here. Not saying she's not right to get upset about it, but the sudden rage was a little extra.

  ⦁ If Blitzo and Moxxie were considered friends when they met, then why is Blitzo such an ass to him all the time?? Are we supposed to give Blitzo props for acknowledging or being nice to Moxxie?

⦁ Crimson seems to make a better villain than any other antagonist introduced in this series. Mainly because he has motivation. From what I can gather from this, from Crim's perspective, Moxxie was turning soft because of his wife. It seems that he was extremely pissed off that the mother disagreed with how he raised Moxxie, going as far as to kill her. Granted it was too far and for a petty reason, but it's better than just doing things and having no motivation for them, unlike Stella.

⦁ A priest.... in hell...?

⦁ They only have Moxxie stand up for himself ONCE in this episode, and it's not even enough. His whole life from when he was a kid, he was pushed around by his father and put up with his abuse. The second he meets him after a long time, he's still afraid of him. The only time he puts his foot down is when he says he's not gonna go along with whatever his father plans for him and refuses his commands.... and that was it. It seemed like he was threatening his dad initially, saying how good he was at his job, and not even a second later he gets tased and knocked out, becoming a damsel in distress. That was the most brave we get out of him. If anything, his freakin WIFE was doing the most out of him once more, becoming the man of the relationship as always!! Wouldn't it have been better if Moxxie tried to get out of the knot and fought his dad or Chaz? Maybe he could have helped out Millie and they could make it to where Millie was having difficulties fighting all those gang members.

⦁ Speaking of that; Millie is only useful in battle only when the plot deems it necessary. It kinda seems like she's falling in and out of being a talented fighter. She gets taken down at one point and then the next she'll beat everybody's ass with no sweat! Sure - defeat an entire mob whether it be a mafia or a bunch of agents and take down a whole damn sea monster, but get knocked out by a freakin glass bottle and your leg ruptured by a bear trap...Yeah, I can totally buy that. I feel like they were being a little extra with Millie taking down all those gang members anyway. As I said, she could've had some difficulty fighting all those dudes and Moxxie could've helped her.

⦁ I swear- the women in this show get no respect not just in the show itself, but from the writers. Millie is once again only existing to be just a woman who's married to Moxxie and only gets angry and violent just for Moxxie. There's at least one episode that should've been about her, but it was mostly about her husband and she was just there as his moral support. Literally, the only thing we get outta her in this episode is her extremely hot temper, and all because of Chaz, who she dated at one point. Why is she so upset with Chaz? Why did she hate him so much before she knew about his relationship with Moxxie? What did he do to make her dump him? Or did he dump her? How did she even end up with a guy like him?? We don't know!! We only get to know about Moxxie's past relationship with him and how it faltered, and that is such a letdown! This could've been our chance to explore Millie as a character, even if it's a little flashback of her love life.

  ⦁ I'm not gonna disclude Moxxie's mother in this. Honestly, I don't think it was necessary for her to get killed off just so we could feel more sympathy for Moxxie. We can already see how his father treats him. Can't forget Loona or Blitzo. Not even Millie's parents liked him.

⦁ I'm I the only one who feels like Millie and Moxxie as a couple is boring? Yeah they love each other and would probably die for each other and that's nice n all, but wouldn't it be interesting to have Millie and Moxxie have a slight argument at least once? We all know these two love each other to death. They're sweeter and more loving towards each other than anybody else around them, and that's why it would be interesting to see a quarrel. Sometimes, you can't be a married couple without having an argument or two at one point. Millie clearly felt upset that she was kept in the dark about Moxxie's family. She kept on questioning Moxxie; "Why haven't I met dad before? Are you okay? You know you can tell me anything, right?" And Moxxie would just continuously dodge the questions and not tell her anything. This actually could've been another opportunity for Millie's character. Not that she has to lash out at him, but maybe she could've told him how she felt about him not saying anything about Crimson, his ex, his mother, or how he feeling in general while also having an upset attitude y'know. Maybe Moxxie could've argued back and said he just didn't wanna worry her or something.

  ⦁ I don't think Moxxie and Chaz necessarily have to marry just so Chaz could be a part of the family. If this is just about financial issues then why can't Crim and Chaz come to an agreement or something? How did Crim not know that Chaz was actually not rich?

⦁ I just know people are triggered over the fact that Blitzo slept Chaz and are like "BLITZO NO!! YOU BELONG TO STOLAS!!" or some whiny sh*t like that, even though Stolas and Blitzo aren't even an official couple. When did Blitzo suddenly become an imp version of Stolas? Why was he so quick to get horny and sleep with Chaz and he JUST MET HIM! This might as well be the same situation he had with Stolas, except he's Stolas and Chaz is Blitzo. Not to mention Blitzo ended up sneaking around and snooping through his stuff.

⦁ Why is Blitzo the one to get suspicious of Chaz anyway? He is mostly just there for comic relief and mostly seems more goofy and lovable compared to his behavior in the latest episode. It's kinda a good thing I guess, but I'm not gonna hope for the better of him. I wouldn't say he changed completely since there was a moment he lashed out at Moxxie for a split second. I don't even think he has any motive for trying to get him caught in a lie cuz he doesn't even know him, other than the fact that he wants to be the only one who ruptures Moxxie and Millie's relationship (I'm sorry... are we supposed to be rooting for him still?) If anything, I think it makes more sense if Millie was the one to figure out was Chaz was up to considering her history with him (if there was any. We don't know.... it was never shown!)

⦁ I can't believe Crimson easily let Millie walk away with Moxxie scott free without putting up a fight! Bro killed dozens of people!! He wasn't even afraid to kill his own wife. He even threatened to harm Moxxie and Millie! Why is he backing down so easily!?

Uh, yeah... this certainly wasn't the greatest episode. I think the only thing good about it was Moxxie's childhood. That was certainly interesting (and dark). Apart from that, I was expecting something outta nothing. We could've seen some potential from Millie, but we didn't. This show just can't exist without sex jokes. It's alright if they wanna be funny like that, but at this point, it's just uncomforting. Wondering how they're gonna screw up the next episode.

[agirlwithbigdreamsforher]

Had an idea for a image for the nanny where Andy gets sick with a fever and becomes a big baby 🥺❤️✨

I'm so sorry it took so long to answer this. I saw the annon and tried to write it but I had so much work to do. And then when I finally had the time I was blocked and had no idea what to write! But I finally have it, I hope you like it. Trust me I did my best!

THE NANNY: ONE SHOT

BABY ANDY

Pairing: Andy Barber x Annie Johnson (OFC)

Summary: After Lily got sick, Jake followed and of course it was only a matter of time the head of the family was sick too.

Warnings: None, I think.

A/N: English is not my first language and I was tired when I wrote this, so I’m sorry for any mistake this may have. Enjoy!

Word count: 1612

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GIF'S NOT MINE, you can find the credits underneath it. If you are wondering why the gif is a bear, it's cuz Andy is one hehehehe.

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After Lily got better, Jake got a cold. Contrary to her sister, Jake didn’t have a fever, but he had a stuffy nose and his eyes were watery. The little boy had to stay home a couple of days to rest, but after that he went back to school brand as new. Annie knew it was the weather, it was the beginning of December after all, the wind was colder and of course it carried diseases.

Everything was fine for a couple of days until Andy woke up one morning with a sore throat. He didn’t think too much of it and he didn’t mention anything to Annie. He had his usual morning routine, drank his coffee and went to work. But as hours passed he felt more and more sick. His head was pounding, he began to cough and he had a runny nose.

“Mr. Barber?” Meghan, his assistant, knocked softly at the door as she opened it, she had been calling him for a while without getting a response from him. She found Andy drifting off in the middle of the day. “Andy.”

“What?” He lifted his head and Meghan saw his eyes and nose were red and his lips were completely dry.

“My god, go home.”

“I’m fined.” He sorted the files he had on the desk.

“No, you’re not. If Lynn sees you she will send you home. You know how she is when someone is sick.”

“I’m not sick!”

“Really? Then what are those?” Meghan saw the many tissues he had on the desk. “Go home, or I’ll call your wife.”

Andy stared at her not really believing she will do such thing, but Meghan was not joking, and when she saw Andy didn’t move, she went to grab the office phone.

“Fined! I’ll go! But I’m not sick!”

“This is the second time you said “fined” with a very mark D at the end.”

“I don’t like you right now.” Andy said as he stood up and grabbed his things.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. I’ll tell Lynn you went home.”

“Danks,” he said, noticing the way he pronounced the word. “Fuck!”

Andy was always very careful so he barely got sick, in fact he hated when he got sick. Andy came back home, his headache was worse than when he left the office and he felt extremely hot.

“Honeyd… this is fucking ridiculous. Babe!” His head and the back of one of his eyes pounded when he screamed his wife’s name.

“Andy?” Annie came out of the kitchen carrying a laundry basket, “My god, you look awful!”

“I love you too.” He said as he walked to the couch and let himself fall on to it.

“What happened?” Annie left the basket on the coffee table.

“Meghan send me home cuz apparently I’m sick.”

“Well you look like crap and your cheeks are flushed, so yeah you must be sick. Let me…” Annie put her hand on her forehead, “You are burning. Go to bed. I’ll be there in a moment.”

“I’m fined!” He rolled his eyes, “Fucking cold…”

“Go to bed and don’t get near Lily!”

“What? That’s abuse!” Annie looked at him with a severe stare and Andy only nodded and went to their room.

By the time Annie walked into the room, Andy was already under the covers and she could only see his hair. She put the glass of water, pills and syrup on the bed side table.

“Andy?” His eyes were closed, “Andy, baby. I need you to sit down so you can take the medicine.”

Andy groaned and sat down, “Ow,ow,ow,ow!”

“What is it?”

“It hurts when I moved.”

“Where?”

“Just…” Andy pointed to his nose and forehead, “all over.”

“Does it hurt here?” Annie put her finger in the small part between his nose and his eye and put pressure.

“OW!!!! Stop that!”

“Don’t be a baby, a barely touch you!”

“Don’t yell! Ow! Fuck.”

“Alright, take these two.” Annie handed him two pills and the glass of water. She saw how Andy chugged them, “And now open wide.”

“For what?”

“The syrup.”

“Na-ah.”

“Open.”

“I don’t want to.” He covered himself with the comforter and whined just like Jake did when he was about to throw a tantrum,

“If you don’t open your mouth I will get a funnel from the kitchen and I’ll stick it in your mouth.” Andy kicked his legs and Annie waited until he finally opened his mouth, she stuck the spoon in his mouth.

“That’s gross.” Andy gagged, “that’s… oh god!”

Andy jumped out of the bed and ran to the bathroom; he kneel in front of the toilet and threw up.

“Are you serious?” Annie said not believing this grown ass man threw up because of a cough syrup. She kneeled next to Andy and rubbed his back. “It wasn’t that bad.”

“Shut up.” He spit onto the toilet. “I hate those things.” He gagged again when he tasted the flavor on his tongue.

“You’ll have to take the pills again.” Annie said in a soft tone and Andy nodded, “Let’s get you back to bed.”

Once in the bed, Andy took another two pills and Annie helped him to arrange the pillows so he could be almost sited on the bed so he could breathe better. Annie kissed his temple when she heard Lily on the monitor.

“Try to rest. I’ll be back later.” But Andy grabbed her wrist.

“Where you going?”

“Lily is waking up, and I need to finish some things before I leave to pick up Jake.”

“What?”

“What?”

“No, you can’t leave. You can’t leave me alone.”

“Why?”

“What if I die?”

“hehehe I don’t think you’re gonna die.”

“I feel like I’m dying.”

“Andy it’s just a common cold.” She kissed his temple again, “I’ll be in the room next door. If you need anything, just scream.”

“My head hurts when I yell.”

“Well, I’m sure you’ll figure something out.”

Annie went to the bathroom to wash her hands before going to Lily’s room who was now fully awake kicking her chubby legs in the air.

“Hello, princess.” She said as she lifted Lily up, “Guess what?” She kissed her chubby cheek, “Your daddy is sick. So we must be quiet so he can slee…”

Her monologue was interrupted by the sound of some sort of bell.  

“What the hell?” Annie said and turned to see Lily, “Sorry.” The sound filled her ears again, it came from their bedroom. She walked there holding Lily and saw Andy under the covers, with his arm lifted holding his phone.

“What the hell are you doing?”

Andy uncovered his head and looked at his wife.

“It worked.” He sniffed, “I need you.”

“How does your phone make that sound?”

“It’s an app.”

“You should be sleeping, not searching for app of bells.”

“Pleeeeease.”

“No.”

Andy moved her phone and the bell began to sound again this time louder and Lily did not like the sound at all. Her face scrunched and a loud scream came out of her mouth.

“Nice job, Andy.” Annie began to bounce Lily, “Shhhh, let’s get out of here.” She took Lily to her nursery until she calm down, put the pacifier on her mouth and left her alone to come back to Andy.

“She is calm now.” Annie said as she walked into the room, “I can’t believe you search for an app with a bell sound, I am not your maid! I have things to do and you are acting like a fucking child!”

When she turned she was met with Andy’s watery eyes, who sniff before tears ran down his cheeks, “Oh god! Andy I’m sorry.” She climbed on her side of the bed. Andy was fully crying, “Don’t cry.”

“You hate me.”

“I don’t hate you.”

“Yes,” He sniffed once more, “you do.” He cleaned his nose with the back of his hand, “I’m dying and you don’t care.”

“Oh my god.” Annie rolled her eyes, “I don’t hate you, and you’re not dying. You need to sleep. I’m sure that you’ll feel a lot better when you wake up.”

“If I sleep you’re gonna leave.”

“uh, yes cuz’ a have things to do.”

“See!”

“Ok, alright.” She pinched the bridge of her nose, I’ll text Sophie, “She took her phone, “and ask her to pick up Jake, she’s picking up Louis anyway.” Andy saw how she send the text and smiled to her. “Happy?”

“I want cuddles.”

“Of course you do.” Annie hugged him and began to hum a tune. “Close your eyes, and try to rest, I’ll be here when you wake up.” She kissed him on the cheek and soon after Andy’s eyes finally shut down.

7 p.m. Annie was in the kitchen cutting potatoes for the dinner.

“You promised you be there when I woke up.” Andy said making Annie turned.

“I told you I had things to do.” She smiled when she saw Andy looked a bit better than earlier. “How is my big baby?”

“I need more cuddles.”

“You think you can wait till after dinner?” Andy nodded with a big, tired smile on his face, “Cool! I’m making you a special noodle soup.” Andy smiled lovingly to her. “On the meantime,” Annie went to the fridge, “Here is some string cheese and a juice, go watch TV.”

“I’m not a child.”

“Ok, then. Can I get those back?”

“No, they’re mine!”

“Dinner will be ready soon.” She smiled and saw Andy walked to the living room, “And don’t get near the kids!” A small groaned was all she heard before Andy disappeared in the hallway.

[welcometojackass2022]

love when he simps for me in very subtle ways. one night I was messing around with his fingers and playing with his hands and I made a passing remark about painting his fingernails and he INSTANTLY was like “you could if you wanted to” while making full eye contact even though he’s never worn anything like that and dresses VERY casually. The night I got close to his face to look at his eyes he immediately got all flustered and giggly even though it was his idea. That same night, he was showing me something on his phone and I accidentally touched his hands while I was trying to hold the phone and he let his hands linger there for like 20 seconds before pulling away. We go out ANYWHERE together and this man who is SO smart and usually SO casually confident will say or do something so dumb when ordering food or asking for directions and then subtly peek over his shoulder to make sure I didn’t notice (sorry sweetie, I DID see you try to insert your debit card into the chip reader on the side without a chip).

Anytime we hang out together he stares at me the whole time, and when we randomly see each other around campus he immediately stops to talk to me even though he’s usually in a rush and he gets this big goofy grin and doesn’t take his eyes off me for a single second while we talk and then keeps looking back to add more to the conversation even while I’m walking away. He gets more visibly nervous around me than anyone else I’ve ever seen. If I mention a preference I have (not liking certain cars, not liking men who use 5-in-1) he’ll immediately ask for clarification to see if he fits my preference or not, and once took me over to his car and gave me a full tour and asked what I thought in terms of “vibes”. He laughs louder at my jokes than anyone else even though half the time they’re not that funny, and he tries to make me laugh so much even though when I met him he wasn’t particularly funny or comedic. He stands very close to me when we talk and isn’t afraid to talk loudly, like he doesn’t care if everyone hears the way we talk to each other.

Whenever we hug, he puts down whatever he’s holding and hugs me SO tight, and if he’s the one initiating it he asks for permission first. He always lingers at the end of conversations and never lets me go without saying goodnight. Once I caught him staring at me with a smile on his face for like 15 seconds when he thought I couldn’t see him. I wear a skirt and he short-circuits and acts even more nervous than usual. He asks me about insects a lot even though he doesn’t like them because he knows I love them and love to talk about them, and he points them out whenever he sees them so I can go over and look. He once told me he thought I was an entomologist at heart and it was the sweetest thing anyone’s ever said :) he always asks me how my day is going and actually wants to know, and he remembers literally EVERY detail I have ever told him, even old stories. He gets excited to show that he remembers this stuff too. He wants me to know he remembers.

He also rearranges his extremely busy schedule for me in a way he never does for anyone else. He’ll have a meeting or a class he REALLY needs to get but will stop to talk to me for so long that I have to TELL him to go so he won’t be late and get in trouble. He usually goes to bed quite early and has early classes but has hung out with me until 1am completely of his own volition just because he wanted to. He barely ever has free time cuz he’s always working or studying or at meetings but if I ask him to get dinner with me he drops everything to come, even if I tell him it’s fine if he’s too busy, and whenever he has to reschedule, he always reschedules for the very next day cuz he genuinely wants to see me. He doesn’t have social media and doesn’t like texting much but tries to respond to my texts right away, even when he’s busy, and always at least leaves a heart on my text if he can’t do anything else. If anything good happens in his life, he immediately tells me about it. Anything bad? Still immediately tells me about it. I’ve never had a boy confide in me this much, it’s so fucking sweet.

Also he gets so concerned about my health and safety that it’s actually adorable. I lost my pepper spray and he made me take his before I left his apartment. If I don’t eat much when we’re out he gets concerned and asks me to try and eat a little more. He’s told me straight up he wants me to cause as much pain as possible to any guy that tries to assault me. He sent me pictures of his adorable dogs to make me feel better when I got sick over the summer, and sends me dog pics in general cuz he knows I love his dogs. And when I got to meet them he was so sweet and was showing me all their favorite toys and kept telling them to be gentle with me in the cutest voice EVER and got a cute picture of me with one of his dogs in his lap and it was the first picture he’s taken of me and I KNOW he kept it :)))

Also the other night we hung out in a public space til 1am and had SO MANY people pass by us and yell about how cute we were or ask if we were on a date and he never denied it or got mad, just giggled and got flustered like I did. Fuck I love this boy. This cannot be platonic, right??? He’s gotta like me too, right??

[strawbrygashez]

got any more hcs?? :P

OF COURSE :D I’ll share some that are Andre related since he’s been on my mind a LOT ☝️🤓

•Andres main motivation for anything in life is Cal. He needs to convince himself to get out of bed in the morning? He tells himself the quicker he gets up, the sooner he can go pick him up for school. The quicker he does his chores, the quicker he can talk to Cal on the phone or online. Cal is the only reason he puts effort into most things. Without him he feels like he wouldn’t have much to live for.

•Before Cal, Andre always told himself he wanted to die but never did anything about it or seriously put a lot of thought into how he’d do it. It was more like he barely saw the point in living cuz he was so lonely. When he got frustrated or really into those depressing deep thoughts, he’d just keep thinking about how he wishes he was never born & that everything would be better if he could just disappear.

•He doesn’t understand how Cal is real and what he did to deserve a friend like him. He was lonely and misunderstood the longest time and then comes someone perfect for him, that totally gets him and doesn’t run off the second Andre shows his ‘ugly side’.

A small part of him is just always expecting the universe to finally pull the rug out from under him and have Cal leave him.

•The only times him and Rachel ‘got along’ (which is even a stretch calling it that) is when they ask the other about Cal, have something to tell the other about Cal, or just awkwardly share small talk about how it sucks Cal hasn’t been to school for a while if he’s sick or on a trip.

They might have even sat at a lunch table together once or twice while Cals gone just bc both of them didn’t really have anyone else to talk to. (More like Rachel’s other friends weren’t there but 🤷‍♀️) Oh and Andre would lie and say Cal has all this stuff to do when he gets back in hopes that she won’t bother to ask Cal to hang out with her once he does.

•One of his and Cals first close bonding moments with each other was Andre helping Cal find somewhere to calm down after he got overwhelmed by a crowd. It was one of Andres first ‘clues’ that Cal might be more similar to him than he originally thought.

•Andre is a total geek but tries to act like he isn’t. He’ll go on about how he does track wayyy before he would ever go on about how much he loves action movies, video games, building things and taking things apart to see how they work.

•He has a surprisingly sensitive stomach. It’s even worse when he’s nervous about something (yes.. that’s why I think he uh got sick on the original ZD day)

•He wanted to ask Cal how to play the guitar once but then he imagined Cal coming up behind him to help him adjust his hands on the strings and he immediately decided to just ask another day.

•He has good hygiene! As to why, it’s a mixture of he just likes the feeling of being clean & since he already gets picked on maybe for his acne.. he doesn’t wanna be picked on for something else if he can help it so he always tries to keep up good hygiene.

Speaking of, he has to often remind Cal that baths can help him feel better mentally, even for just a little bit. Cal says it won’t do anything but of course after a shower, he’s curled up into Andres bed like he owns it and is getting the best sleep he’s had in ages.

•Just like Cal had to learn ways to help Andre during his mental breakdowns, Andre had to learn how to help Cal and figure out what does and doesn’t work.

Andre messed up a few times in the beginning (Wow Andre, who knew telling someone who’s having a breakdown that ‘it’s not that serious’ doesn’t help??) and he still messes up every now and then but he’s quick to apologize and try to help in anyway he can.

•He hates himself a lot when Cals mad at him. After the first big fight they had, he expected Cal to run off to the hills and never talk to him again. And once he thought of that, Cal being scared off like everyone else, he was more willing to die than ever.

[sucktacular]

cw weight loss mention.

today.... is a good readmore!! good news!! a lil bit of a vent here and there cuz my brain is a mine field, but over all im feeling kind of good?

not to like.... pat my own lil head about it or anything but i went outside today. AND i went on a WALK on my OWN around the neighbourhood.... I've never walked around here on my own, and i think the last time I went out for a walk on my own was a year and a half ago when i had to come out here to check out the room for rent (current room). so its really been a hot fuckin minute. i was honestly feeling super anxious. but i put in my head phones and listened to my music and text-talked to some friends and it made it a lil easier. ; w;

I've been working out a lot too for the past few days!!!! My lil weights and lots of other exercises.... I feel really good about it so far honestly and I really hope maybe I can keep this up. especially through winter.

honestly im terrified of winter coming. i really dont want to feel stuck inside again and things get worse? I want so badly to go outside on my own. Be able to do shopping when I need. Go get little treats! Take care of myself and my needs. I'd really really like to work on getting a job or some sort of money source.because disability denied me over and over despite having even a therapist letter confirming like. heyyy theyre fucked up!!!, but like.... i want so badly to have money again. and i want to save and i want to put it away and also... being on social assistance im not allowed to leave canada for more than 7 days in a row and that is straining the FUCK out of my relationship and like my life moving forward at all in general. we cant go on a trip to the Adirondacks for the seasonal change and im super fucking bummed out about it honestly. and its literally just cuz of social assistance keeping me at home. its literally so fucked.

but anyway. im trying my fucking damnedest and im trying soooooo hard to keep upright and now sink and slip back down. Ive got some friends in my corner. and thats great. but its all on me at the end of the day. and if im being frank i fucking HATE HOW IM LIVING!!!!!!!! I DONT WANT!!!! TO BE DEPENDANT!!!! ON PEOPLE!!!!! i dont want to be stuck at home, the summer is fucking gone and i barely did anything.... i want to go out! i want to go to concerts! i want to go to festivals!! i want to go to meet ups and visit friends and i want to do so many fucking things!!! i want to explore, i want to see the world, i want to eat food and meet ppl and experience. i want so much out of my life. but im absolutely holding myself back. and i know its not entirely on me to just push myself out of that because i also dont want to burn out. and i know mental illness and i know i know i know.

but

im so tired of this. im literally clawing in my cage here and i dont feel like anyone really GETS that? idk idk maybe ppl do im just out of my mind and this ISNT ME. this isnt who i want to be, and i know i dont really get much of an option in that? cuz my brain is going to fucking keep doing what it is doing. but i AM getting therapy. I AM talking about the hard hard fucking shit. the shit that makes me want to kms the shit that makes me want to peel my skin off or just disappear entirely. im trying. and i dont want to crash and i dont want to burn and go back to this again. but like... idk man if i dont fucking push myself up im NOT gonna get back up. im complacent in the comfort of hiding away from life. when i want nothing more than to love everyone and kiss my friends faces and hold their hands and go to places and see things and eat things and do stuff blah blah blah

im strong.. im smart.. im creative... I CAN dance the dance. but im terrorized by the thought of existing enough to not be wanted around by even just one person LMAO;;;;;;

anyway this is getting a bit venty but

I WENT OUT!!! I WALKED FOR LIKE 30MIN. I GOT SWEATY. I CAME HOME. I WORKED A LITTLE. I DID MY DISHES YESTERDAY. I WORKED UP A HUGE SWEAT LAST NIGHT. I MAKE MY BED EVERY DAY. THE WEATHER IS CHILLING. I LOST 20LBS SINCE APRIL!!!! I HAVE A BETTER SLEEP SCHEDULE AND IM TRYING MY DAMNEST TO KEEP BRING IT BACK A BIT MORE (4/6am - 3/4pm right now. I'd love to wake up by 10am at minimum honestly). IM MOTIVATED IM TRYING SO FUCKING HARD.

i need to remember im independent. and i fucking adore my independence. and i need to stop being so complacent to allow ppl to care for me. like obv my heart is open to it and i let people in and i dont shy away. to be a human is to care and receive care. but my independence is a deeply deeply personal thing for me and without it im... just not myself. im just not me. im just not at my full potential. and i reallllly need to work it out.

[kirklandsheartsecrets]

If she was a pirate who showed off her boobs, that means she exposed herself to multiple people before especially since piracy was considered a men's world.

Oh if Artie found out that one of the bbt actually encountered her at one point and by extension saw her bare chest before he could.

I can imagine because of his dislike towards most of the members mixed with petty jealousy, he would try to keep her away from them at a meeting after the discovery. And then everyone is just straight up confused cuz they have no idea why he's doing that.

While his wife is silently laughing at his antics knowing what this is all about, whilst finding it cute.

btw happy birthday, I know a greeting won't make up for your lost party but it's the least that I could give you.

hi anon, thanks for your request.

This greeting might not make up my birthday party or day, but it makes up for the people who chose to put me after their own christmas parties or whatsoever. So i'll cherish it! + i'll enjoy my day another way no worries (which i did!)

i'll write some stuff for our boys, whilst doing so, nice songs will run in my ears!!

i hope you like it :)

You pulled the blanket away from Arthur as he had taken most of it during the night. He obviously pulled it back rapidly just after.

"I am not gonna be nice with you Arthur-" you blurted out, conscious that he heard even if you couldn't watch his face, covered by the thick blanket.

The brit just hummed. You tried again to pull it back against you.

The blonde turned over, now facing you.

"Can't you just stay still for a few more minutes ?" he sighed but smiling at you, his palm holding the weight of his head.

"We have to get ready." you laid your arms over your lap sighing.

England wasn't a morning person, neither you. You learned this through the agreement. Somewhat you always managed to get on time, possibly by the power of the holy spirit.

The brit had this smile over his face, almost like a smirk.

"What's up with that smile, you look creepy Artie." you asked, looking away from his eyes, suspicious you think.

When he replied with the most out of character sentence you've heard in a while from his mouth and in this right moment, you almost felt offended, on the thinnest limit he could do.

"Captain Arthur Kirkland won last night, you couldn't defeat the great british empire." he let out confidently.

" I might have lost yesterday but I won back then, and against many men and even nations" you commented with a snarky attitude.

"And that would be against who my love ? " the blonde started getting curious but just as much bothered by the mention of someone else. Arthur literally sat up pulling you closer, waiting for a response from you.

" João, easily. However Antonio and Francis were thougher ones due to trading contracts back then. They used to hold important farming ressources, on which I didn’t have the eyes on—" you explained briefly.

" You’re right let’s get ready," Arthur pulled you out of the bed, not saying anything about what you just explained.

You arrived once again right on time, even if you were more exhausted than usual because of your busy schedule since you moved to the UK’s family house.

The meeting today scheduled was centered around the fisheries negotiations, unfortunately for Arthur you were gonna have to face the said men he heard about earlier this morning.

The usual first 30 minutes, out of the entire 3 hours  were spent on the short presentations of each countries interests. Arthur grew a bit more irritated everytime said three past ennemies seemed interested in your fisheries contracts, whilst being entirely conscious of his presence in a current agreement with you.

You thought at first that Arthur was just a morning/day-after grumpy one or just tired at first, but he did expressed to you whispering sometimes his  nervousness over his counterparts, interests.

Arthur who, rarely picks his phone during meetings, except on breaks, or whenever he wasn’t involved in the discussion, today texted his boss. You had no business in asking what he texted his said boss about but it was weird.

After a few moments the blonde held your hand, leaning to whisper something, really quietly.

"About fishing limits, can we announce my main presence on your waters and your own on mines..? I don’t think these cunts would let me find a possible agreement over this easily."

"It’s not stated yet, and did you checked the agreement over this subject already-" You whispered back worried about his sudden talking.

"I asked him already, it is stated that we can share the majority of our interests and benefits because of the contract." He almost cut you off, smiling proudly before looking back at Antonio, who was the next one walking to start his speaking.

Arthur whispered again, "Could you mention this when it’s your turn love ? I will give further explanations when question part comes, about the details. No worries."

"Works fine with me, but why are you so pressed about this today—"

The presiding officer interrupted you, just like few many,

"May we get silence from the rows, we must respect everyone’s turns and we have a busy schedule. Personal chatters are taking time away from everyone." The woman announced, glaring at the nations  all over the auditorium.

"Thank you." She finished, pointing to Antonio, for him to start his 3 minutes of limited time.

Your head turned back to Arthur frowning to him.

The man just smiled, turning back over the hemicycle.

An hour after, the negotiations begin, which is more of a free-spending group times. Arthur did not left your side, whatsoever, you two just waited until interested nations came to show interest.

The Brit looked like a watchdog next to you.

-“Keep your dirty hands away” -"You don’t need to be that close" -"Don’t you think, this part of the beach is a bit too much?" -"You live closer to Francis, why don’t you go negotiate his fishing waters ?" -"We’re married can’t you see the lovely ring on her finger ?" -"She doesn’t take any negotiations over this side of the country, you’ll have to pass by my ministers-" -"From January to March, I have the main takeaway of the benefits, don’t try—" -"Easy, April to December she has the main takeaways from my -fishing limits-"

Arthur was rough to negotiate, but he was used to it. He might have been messy with the Brexit case but it was about you and his lands so he was more than ready.

Rough negotiator.

You quietly smiled watching him being ruthless with his counterparts and handling the cases professionally. The three main preys of Arthur looked confused over the excitement of the Brit over this fishing territory subject.

They did not understand whatsoever the whole context over his attitude.

Arthur was also being unusually aggressive towards João, which the guy couldn’t understand.

It took a cup of coffee during the break to calm the Brit, also exhausted from being unusually so active in the talks.