#curly looking away cause thats what he did

[tyrannosaurustai]

It remains

[dykedvonte]

Jimmy killing himself because he knows he is incapable of living an life without Curly and knows that in the miracle chance they were found and saved they would not let him have contact with Curly and he hates the idea he'd actually have to take responsibility.

Even if he lied, its only a matter of time before Curly is capable of showing or telling what a monster he really is, no matter what delusions tell Jimmy Curly would never do that to him.

He understands that he was the monster in everyone's worse moments but refused to accept that at the end. So he made sure that he died without the possibility of it being actualized as he's the only one that saw death as an escape rather than a release. Jimmy truly didn't believe Curly had anything to escape from even after everything and let him have what he perceived as glory as the sole survivor and thus Captain of the Tulpar.

[lorre-verie]

random Megumi Fushiguro headcanons

꩜ includes: dating headcanons with gn!reader, general headcanons ft. mentions of yuji, nobara, gojo, maki, panda & indirect mention to toji. w/c: 900-1k

written by both lorre and jude, proofread by jude. (❦) is a comment from lorre, (✧) is a comment from jude 

‧₊˚✩ » he’s clingy. but not clingy clingy, he’s clingy in the way that he always lingers around you, always wants to see your face or just be close to you.

he doesn’t even have to touch you. your presence is more than enough for him.

(❦: awww, basking in his sunlight! his sunlight being his s/o, i mean) (✧: i wouldn’t go that far.) (❦: shhhhh, let them be delusional) (✧: 🤐)

» you know he cares when he asks you if you’ve eaten lunch today, what you ate and if you liked it.

or when he passes you a water bottle without even looking at you during training cause he knows you're thirsty.

or giving you a snack he knows you like from the vending machine without even so much as a word, walking away immediately after. (❦: that’s so cute)

» has a little notebook in his drawer which he fills in little things he’s learned about people he cares about, like their likes and dislikes, or something he's observed.

there’s pages for you, nobara, yuji, maki and...i realise now there are very slim pickings.

there’s even half a page for gojo hidden near the very back.

don’t ask why it’s only half.

» probably wants to do cheesy shit like interlocking your pinkies together while walking, or sharing a milkshake with those curly red straws but feels like throwing up whenever he thinks about mentioning it to you. (✧: you’ll have to be the instigator for this one)

» i’m not even sure what to say about his hair. does he brush it? there’s no way he uses gel to get those spikes right?

they’re so unnatural that there's no chance he does that on purpose. what's up with that nest on his head? does he even know whats going on with his hair??? oh well, doesn't matter. he likes it when he gets to lay down on your lap after a tiring day and you run your fingers through his hair and on his scalp absentmindedly.

he closes his eyes and he feels like he’s achieved true bliss and happiness. 

» if you take your hand away suddenly, he won’t protest.

but his eyes will open ever so slightly, and he’ll just

stare.

why’d you stop??? don’t stop!!!

if after a while you haven’t returned your hand to its rightful place, his bottom lip will just barely jut out.

what? he’s not pouting. don’t be childish.

you hang around itadori too much.

you should spend more time with him instead. 

» he’s protective towards his s/o.

he’ll ask where you’re going and who you’re hanging out with, but he’ll let you go wherever.

but if you’re going somewhere dangerous he’ll come with you.

if you don’t want him to come, take a shikigami with you.

if you don’t want the shikigami to come, well. just be careful.

did you bring everything you needed? an umbrella in case it rains? water? charged your phone?

remember to text him if you need anything.

do you need some cash? take this.

what about pepper spray? or better yet, a hammer?

you have to laugh and stop him from following you straight up to your destination. 

» yeah. he knows he can’t stop you from doing anything you want to, but he just gets antsy. he just doesn’t want anything bad to happen to you, especially if you’re going on a tough mission. 

» sensitive to strong smells. i just know it.

I can imagine him turning his head away in silent disgust everytime he smells something thats too strong, good or bad.

even if its the just air freshener in a taxi, food thats been out a bit too long or, get this, "the smell of fresh leather".

he just seems like the kind of guy. (❦: pack it up, sensitive sniffer)

» notices everything, even if he doesn’t mention it.

oh, you’re hungry? he’s already reaching into his backpack and giving you a snack.

hm, you looked at that plushie a little longer than the other ones. oh?? whats it doing on your bed a few days later??

» insanelyyyyy touch starved but will NEVER admit to it (✧: unless you two are dating, but even then)

» thinks the big spoon and small spoon shit is stupid.

why can’t he hug you and you hug him back facing each other??? why do people do that???? do you just hate being happy and seeing your loved one facing you????

» hates cucumbers. need megumi to leave an area? throw a cucumber at him. he says 'they have a smell' and that 'it's horrid'.

» will add like a buttload of ginger in his food and insist that its not spicy and you should try it if you dont believe him. (❦: dont do it just dont)

» emotionally constipated in terms of communication. he’s good at sorting through his own emotions himself, he just has trouble communicating that, but he tries his best. 

» not a headcanon but i hope we can all agree that he is THE nepo baby

» looks up to maki a whole bunch

» swore to never smoke ever

» isn’t judgemental, but thats just because he doesn’t gaf

» the reason he doesn’t feel comfortable using playful cloud is because he gets this feeling he can only describe as weird whenever he holds it, making his hairs stand on end.

its almost as if he has this connection to it, but it freaks him out.  gojo noticed, but kept silent. 

» pretends his music taste isn’t mainstream but it totally is. but not summery pop mainstream, more like alternative ‘what do YOU know about donald glover/kendrick lamar/tyler the creator’ mainstream

» really liked pandas as a kid but after being enrolled in tokyo jujutsu high he felt somewhat....conflicted.

» changed his favourite animal to wolves soon after.

» he totally has a type! he just didn’t want to tell todo.

OR alternatively, after the fight with todo he thought about it a bit more, and realised he does have a type, but will take that to his grave

(or so he thinks to himself before yuji eventually milks it out of him)

» really patient when a situation needs him to be. he’s very strong mentally because he's needed to be since he was a kid.

» prefers non-fiction books over fiction books. tried to read fiction books but they just didn’t interest him all that much. but, if his s/o liked fiction books…then perhaps he'd consider some.

» had like 6 people confess to him in one year in his previous school but he was weirded out and rejected them over text

» he's a visual learner but its mainly because if someone's telling him something he has a tendency to just space out and not listen or be able to process half of what they said. but sometimes he just does it on purpose LMAO

» He HAS to sleep at least 8 hours. He will not have it if he has to sleep less. Gets extremely irked, but will not say a thing if there's a good enough reason that he has to stay up/wake up early.

» has to fight back a smug smirk whenever nobara mentions his naturally long eyelashes

(❦: its not fair! advocate for equity in genetics!!!!)

(✧: it's definitely not a smile nor smirk, but saying ‘smug corner-of-his-lips-twitches-up-for-0.1-seconds’ doesn't really roll off the tongue)

feels so good to be writing again, you could not believe. these are so incredibly random LMAO but thanks for reading till the end <3 much love, lorre.

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[voidangxls]

ˋ°•*⁀➷ Valentines Party ʚ♡ɞ

╰┈➤ a part of my valentines special!

pairings(s)- Eddie Munson x reader

Summary- The popular kids never miss out on an opportunity to throw a huge party, it was valentines and you have an unexpected interaction with an unexpected person.

category- fluff

warnings- alcohol consumption, kinda popular!reader, cheek kiss, not proofread

word count: 2336

masterlist; valentines special; stranger things masterlist

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You dancing in the middle of Jason Carvers living room, surrounded by different bodies of people you go to school. The house was decorated in pink and red, hearts, streamers, clearly the work of his girlfriend Chrissy Cunningham.

The music was loud and the red lighting had been messing with you but as you drink on the cup of alcohol in your hand you slowly stopped caring. Everyone, more specifically the girls were dressed cutely for the aesthetic of valentines day, you were in a short spaghetti strap dress that had a double layered skirt paired with a black oversized leather jacket and black platform heels. You were dancing freely with your best friend, the both of you had one drink in you and were ready for the rest of the night.

You then still and tap your friend on the shoulder “i’m gonna go get another drink, do you want one?” you lean in and yell over the music. She nods and looks at you with a grateful smile “Yeah, thank you” she responds

You nod and weave your way around dancing bodies so you could get to the kitchen. A couple of people said hellos, now you weren’t necessarily popular. You weren’t like Chrissy Cunningham or Jason Carver but you were known by most of the school because of your involvement. You weren’t looked down on, or praised, or ignored, you were something somewhere in between.

As the night went on you’ve had 2 drinks while your friend has had plenty. You had to pee but you didn’t want to leave alone so you made her follow you and wait outside of the bathroom while you peed. Once you were inside of the bathroom you called out to her as you pull up your dress “stay right there, okay?”

But when you walked out of the bathroom you weren’t met with your friend and her drunken state, instead you were met with a mop of dark curly hair and a leather jacket. You look around the hall but come empty handed so you look back at the mop of curly hair standing in the hallway, also known as Eddie Munson also known as freak of the town. “Did you see her?” you ask hurriedly. You knew your friend could get kinda reckless when drunk so to say you were worried was an understatement.

Eddie looks at you in surprise for a moment, shocked that you were talking to him then he answers “see who?”

You groan slightly and look at him “There was a girl standing right here and shes very drunk. She was supposed to wait there until I got out of the bathroom” you tell him quickly, moving your hands theatrically.

“um n-no I didn’t. When I got up here no one was here” he responds, shaking his head side to side causing his curls to move slightly in the air. You throw your head back and run a hand through your hair “fuck” you whisper to yourself

“you lost your drunk friend?” he asks and you look at him and nod with an exasperated look. Sighing you behind to walk away but you are cut off when his voice calls back out to you “I can help you look for he “ he says.

You turn around and face him in shock “really?” you ask him.

Of course you knew Eddie Munson, the entire town of Hawkins knew who he was. He was a freak, or at least thats what everyone said. You didn’t think so, in your eyes he was just another person who had interest and expressed his interests. When Eddie Munson first began getting bullied for his interest and who he is you did research on some of the things he liked. None of it seemed demonic like your peers and their parents seemed, if you were being completely honest it seemed kinda interesting.

Of course Eddie Munson knew who you were. You were apart of the Schools yearbook team so you were known, you even took pictures of Hellfire club once. Although they didn’t get much in the yearbook, but he knew that wasn’t in your control. He was pretty sure you were the only person in his life aside from his uncle and his freak of friends that was ever civil to him. Sure you didn’t go out of your way to speak to him or anything and he was pretty sure the two of you had a total of 3 interactions in your entire life but they were all friendly and kind unlike everyone else.

The first interaction had been truly life changing for Eddie even though he wouldn’t admit that. A couple of the basketball boys wouldn’t leave him alone in the school hallway, they had kept nagging him but then you swooped in. You walked up with your camera in hand, the strap of it around your neck with a smile on your face. “boys, can I take your picture for yearbook?” you ask, standing in between him and the guys, looking only at the basketball players. They look at you with a smirk and nod, walking away. As you guys are walking away you turn around and gave him a wink pared with a smirk. You did that so they would leave him alone.

The second time was when you politely asked if you could take a couple photos of Hellfire during a game for yearbook. He said yes and the next Hellfire practice you were there with your camera but you were in and out in 5 minutes.

and then the last time it was just a simple smile when the two of you made eye contact in class.

“Yeah of course” he responds, walking closer to you. Once he’s next to you he looks down and confirms “Ashley Davis, right?” he asks

“yeah” you respond quietly.

Eddie nods down at you with a small smile. He felt like doing this was somewhat a way of repaying you for being one of the only kind people in his life, even if you guys didn’t have any kind of relationship with the other. “So if either of us find her, where do we meet up?” he asks, bouncing slightly on his feet

“um, Outside? Like the front of the house?” You say in a questioning tone, making sure it was also okay for him.

“Yeah, yeah okay” He nods, his smile growing slightly bigger as he continues to talk to you. You both then part your separate ways, the two of looking for your best friend Ashley.

After a little time passed you couldn’t find her and you were starting to worry. You decides that you would peak outside just to see if Eddie had found her and was out there waiting yet. When you peaked out today the front door you saw the one and only Eddie Munson trying to hold your friend upright.

“Thank god” you sigh stressfully, speed walking towards the pair. once you arrive in front of Eddie who carried Ashely you took Ashley from his arms and let him lean on you. “thank you so much, for helping me” you thank him while stumbling slightly because of your friends dead weight leaning on you.

“have you had anything to drink?” Eddie asks you with his hands in his pockets. You feel your friend shivering in your arms slightly. “Ive had like 2 drinks. Can you hold her for a second” You say while passing Ashley over to him “Eddie Munson?” slurs in a mumble.

You reach up and slip your leather jacket off of your shoulders and take a step forward to Ashley. “Hey, put this on” you tell her as you maneuver her arms into the jacket

“Do you need a ride home?” Eddie asks, looking down at the girls with a thoughtful expression. He didn’t want either of you driving while intoxicated, he didn’t drink since he was here doing business. He also couldn’t help but smile when seeing you do something so simple but so generous for your friend.

As you put your jacket on your friend you think about the proposition. “I don’t want to disrupt” you dismiss, shaking your head.

“I don’t want to pressure you or anything but it’s really no trouble. If you don’t want to it’s fine, I just thought I should offer” Eddie responds nervously. For some reason you made him nervous, only you, not the popular cheerleaders, or the uptight rich moms who gossiped about him, not the basketball players, you were the only one that truly made him nervous. He wanted to help you in any way he could and one of those ways could be giving you and your very drunk friend a ride home.

“are you sure?” you look up at him and ask, your brows furrowing.

“yeah, of course” Eddie assures with a nod

“okay” you whisper, sitting your friend up straighter in your arms following him to his car. Did you trust Eddie? for some reason yes but he was still a stranger and you did have a pocket knife in your purse if you needed to use it.

He leads you to the car, opening the back door so you could sit your friend in and then opening the passenger side door for you. You shiver slightly because of the chill in the air. “madam” Eddie says as he opens the door for you. You let out a small laugh and get inside of the car.

Eddie gets in the van and starts it but before he could pull away from the house he takes off his leather jacket. “here” he tells you, holding out his jacket for you. You look over at him surprise, trying to hold in your shivers “I can see your cold, you gave her your jacket and I don’t want to see you freeze” he looks over at you and tells you in a surprisingly soft voice.

During the drive to your friends house you gave him directions but other then that the two of you talked about the party, yearbook club, and hellfire club.

You guys arrive in Ashleys neighborhood, not quite at her house yet and Eddie speaks “think of this as me repaying you” he tells you, taking a quick peak at you, smile stuck on his face. You look over at him quickly with a confused expression “why would you need to repay me?” you scoff out a laugh

“Being kind to me, and getting the guys off my back once” he responds

You then let out a slight laugh and your eyes stay on him “You don’t need to repay me for that, thats the bare minimum. They’re jerks” you tell him with a dismissive shrug

“yeah but I don’t get the bare minimum, so it means a lot for someone like me.” He responds quietly. You guys then pull into the driveway of Ashleys house and you both let out small sighs of your own. The two of you enjoyed your conversation, enjoyed talking to one another. It was nice and the two of you would be lying id you said you didn’t want to continue speaking.

“You don’t deserve that, no one does.” You tell him in a soft voice, looking over at him with soft eyes.

“Thank you, you’re a good person yknow”

“and so are you, nice to talk to too” you respond to his kind words. You look over at your friends house then to the back of the car where she was asleep “I should probably get her inside” you sigh sadly

“Yeah, did you need help or anything?” Eddie sighs sadly as well, sad that she our conversations were over.

“No, no it’s okay.” you shake your heard and open the car door. “oh! here” you say, taking off his leather jacket he lended you.

Eddie only had a moment to think, and the thought that passed through him he deemed as stupid but he blurted it out anyways. “keep it, I can get it back the next time i see you” He tells you but as soon as he says it he regrets it. Why would someone like you want to hang out with someone like him, he thinks to himself

“like..outside of school?” you question, looking at him with a smile as you adjust his leather jacket back onto your shoulders

“uh…yea-yeah. If you want of course I totally get if you wouldn’t want to” he rambles but you cut him off before he could go any further

“I would love to, Eddie. It was really nice talking to you, I’ve always thought you were pretty cool” you respond

“wha- really?” he splutters, looking over at you with wide eyes. To say he was shocked would be an understatement.

“yeah” you laugh lightly

“Ive always thought the same about you, always wanted to talk to you more but I never did” Eddie admits, he felt his palms getting sweaty and his heart starting to race.

“good to know, see you at school Monday” you respond

You get back into the van and lean towards Eddie and quickly grabbing one side of his face, and kissing his other cheek that you weren’t holding. Eddie could have sworn he just had a stroke in that moment.

You get out of the van, shutting the door behind you then grabbing your friend Ashley and heading inside of the house.

Eddie was now left in his van in the driveway of your friend’s house. He was stuck in a frozen position ever since you kissed him on the cheek and he couldn’t believe that he, Eddie Munson could have a shot with someone as amazing as you. After a long moment of just sitting there stunned in the driveway he moves and pulls out of the driveway, smile stuck onto his face. Let’s just say he was very thankful your friend got drunk that night.

a/n: this did not turn out nearly as good as i wanted it snd halfway through I wanted to change the whole thing but writing this one for some reason draggggged on :/

[pumpkinsy0]

Waittt based on your post abt Pony not rly being insecure abt his body but more just being kinda shy and Curly having to help him relax a little and that’s the closest you’ll get to them being rly sweet I lowk need some hcs abt that pretty pls 🤲

i need them both dead by tomorrow morning i love these fellas

•at first curly did think pony was just embarrassed about his body and he was unsure of how to rlly go on from that, but pony revealed he hasnt rlly done something like this before and im sorry to say,,,curlys laughing at him a bit for it😔

•BUT ITS OK its not for long, the reason y i said thats the closest to them being sweet u will ever get is specifically bc of how curly reacts to ponys shyness!!! curlys not a stupid guy, he can see how ponys looking away from his w his whole body turned around so curly doesnt see him

•the guys not exactly romantic, how he says it aint the beat but the sentiment behind it IS (sickeningly) sweet!! he says hes gotten this far, y would how ponys body looks stop him now, he truly does not care for what ponys body looks like hes there for pony himself

•curly even does the thing where u pull someones face towards u so they look at u, curly was a lil rough w it but were we expecting anything different

•ponys #1 hypeman, he would draw attention to ponys scars and touch them, does it embarrass pony??? yea but it helps pony b less tense cause of all the joking

•curlys wayyyy skinnier than pony, like by a lot, he tells pony he HASSS to tell him his gym sets or something so he can get more muscles too, he refuses to “b left in the dust” as he puts it. pony teases curly on his body too btw, its important to me that u guys know that

•curly totally has a habit of feeling pony muscles, just squeezing his arm n what not, ponys pretty flattered if hes being honest (hes flexing a bit too so his muscles seem more defined, just a tadddddd bit nothin too crazy now) he knows curlys pretty into it

•ponys shyness turns into a bit of smugness bc of the way curly looks at him, hes still nervous but he plays into what curly finds attractive about him

[g33kyr0b0t]

some thoughts of mine that im posting here from discord

(TW: references to S/A, pregnancy, mouthwashing spoilers)

jimmy is an interesting creature cos like... it'd be so easy to make him a villian with no conscience. but its so interesting to me that he has one.

he feels guilt about what he did to everyone, but with anya in particular he's terrified of actually confronting it.

with his guilt around daisuke, swansea and curly he can twist the situation to make himself the victim. a misunderstood martyr who was just trying to save everyone

but he can't justify what he did to anya. he can't justify the pregnancy

so, just like every other uncomfortable truth he's forced to face, he runs away from it.

thats why the horses and pregnancy related stuff are so nightmarish. him getting caught for assaulting anya *terrifies* him. the one way he can rationalize his actions is to portray anya and her unborn baby as inhuman monsters that exist to mock and torment him.

in that one final sequence with the IDs on the walls, anya's ID is actually still there. its just always hidden.

jimmy can't look her in the eye, because that means having to confront that he did that to another human being.

instead of accepting responsibility and facing the consequences, he chooses to ignore it.

the closest thing we have to actually representing anya as a human is literally just a representation of her uterus. thats all he's willing to see her as.

anything further would be too distressing for him, so he just shoves it all aside.

cognitive dissonance is a hell of a drug.

when you firmly believe something, and you are faced with evidence that goes against it- it can honestly drive some people mad.

jimmy firmly believes that he is in the right. at every turn, he is confronted with everything he's done wrong. this causes him immense distress, and he's willing to do whatever mental gymnastics possible to justify his actions to himself.

even if that means ripping reality apart at the seams.

[lost-walmartbag]

Kyle x reader p. 1

Warning: Swearing, violence, all characters are over 18!

Background: It's your freshman year of college and you have been dating your boyfriend Jake since middle school. One day as you walk around campus you see Jake with another girl and snap. Thankfully Kyle was there to pull you away.

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"I hope you fucking die." You growl at your boyfriend who you caught making out with a random girl.

You punch him square in the face making him stumble back as his nose gushes blood. The girl looks at you with fear in her eyes. You glare at her and then back down at your boyfriend.

"Dont hurt her." He says holding his nose.

"Not going to im gonna hurt you." You say kicking him in the balls.

"Woah hey hey." A man says as he pulls you away from him.

"Let go of me!" You yell trying to get out of his grip.

"You crazy bitch." Your boyfriend yells out in pain.

"I'll show you fucking crazy." You yell back trying to get out of the mystery person's grasp.

"You didn't tell me you had a girlfriend you dick." The girl says pouring her smoothie on him as he's still on the floor. The girl walks away calming you down a bit.

"Dont ever fucking talk to me again not even to get your shit I'm burning it!" You say as the person holding you drags you away. You look up seeing a tall boy with pale skin an big red curly hair.

He sees you looking at him and blushes a bit. "Please don't kill me I just didn't want security to come. Not the he didn't deserve what you did to him."

He let's you go once you got far enough away. You dust yourself off and look down at your bloody hand. You sit down on the bench you were in front of and sigh.

"I'm sorry." You say whipping off the blood on your sweater. "Thanks for keeping me from killing him I guess."

"Dont mention it. But God you went pretty crazy." He said with a chuckle.

"God wouldn't you? Dated since middle school only reason I came to this college and he cheats on me. Doesn't even have the decency to do it in private." You say rubbing your bruised knuckles.

He looks down at your hand and frowns a bit. "Do you want me to help you patch up your hand?"

"You're not a murderer are you?" You ask looking at him causing him to laugh softly.

"I promise I'm not."

"I guess I got nothing better to do." You say getting up and following him to his dorm. Once you walk in you see the room wa well decorated and pretty tidy for a man's room. You see two twin size beds and a desk with a computer. It was not a big room but it had enough space.

Kyle pulls out a first aid kit and pats a space on his bed. You sit down and he holds your hand wrapping some bandages around your hand. 

"Sorry for all the trouble." You mutter.

"Hey don't worry about it you can pay me back sometime if you want." He says with a smile.

Suddenly the door opens and a man with black hair walks in. He looks at the two of you.

"Who's this?" He asks.

"Hey I'm Y/N." You say.

"Stan." He says

"Oh thats right I didn't even ask your name." The redhead said. "I'm Kyle, and I think your hand is all good."

"Thank you." You say and hop off his bed and move your now bandaged hand. "I should get going but thanks for today bye Kyle bye Stan."

You walk out leaving Kyle and Stan there. Kyle let out a sigh and threw his head back. Stan watched Kyle closely just staring at him.

"What?" Kyla asked feeling Stan's eyes on him.

"Y/N? Really?" Stan asked. "I've heard about her she's pretty crazy."

"Tell me about it," Kyle said with a smile.

A/N: Thank you sm for reading im sorry of it not that great I'm very sleep deprived but I hope you enjoyed it at least a little. Lemme know if you want more. I'm pretty new to Tumblr so please be nice to me I will cry. Anyway love you all thank you so much for reading 🩷

[sw33t-d1vine]

I LOVE YOU SO.

W. AFTON x GN!READER

— cw : angst… hanahaki disease, its angst sorry LOL , no comfort , sorry not sorry , TAKES PLACE IN HIGHSCHOOL , clara mentioned

— word count , 683

— a/n : hey guys this is an early valentines day post ^_^ maybe i’ll do a second part if i feel like it but enjoy this ;3 .

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— William Afton didn’t love you.

William Afton loved someone else.

You were only his friend. Thats what he saw you as, just a friend.

He liked a girl, Clara. You didn’t blame him for falling for her, she was gorgeous. She was like an angel who fell from heaven, blonde, curly hair and these pretty green eyes.

You, you were nothing compared to her. You knew you weren’t ugly, but, compared to her? Gosh, next to her you looked like a homeless.

You wished William looked at you like how he looked at her.

Valentines was coming up, the one time a year where you can ask your crush out, or do something sweet for your partner and buy them gifts, bring them out to dinner and share a moment between each other.

You wanted to ask William out, feeling quite bold today. You wrote a letter to give to him, the paper nicely folded and tucked into an envelope that you held.

You round the corner, heart thumping against your chest as your thoughts run crazy through your head. Maybe you did have a chance with him. Maybe, if you got to him before he got to Clara, you could ask him out on a date. Your chances were low, but you still wanted to try and at least let him know how you felt.

As you fiddle with the envelope in your hand, you look up, stopping in your track. There stood, William Afton and Clara, sharing a kiss. She held what seemed to be roses, and a stuffed animal. Just peeking out of the bouquet was an envelope, with “To Clara” written on it.

Fuck.

He got to her before you could make it.

You turn, leaving before the two could see you and heading out of the building. Your chest felt tight, an ache at your heart. You should’ve known he wouldn’t even dare think of you like that, not when his eyes were focused only on the girl he liked. You shouldn’t be acting like this, it was obvious this would happen, and yet, you wanted to scream and cry.

You grasped at your shirt, tugging at it as you breathed heavily. It felt like something was stuck in your throat, chest burning. It really felt like your heart just cracked.

And right then and there, you choked and gasped, hunching over and coughing. Whatever you felt in your throat, it went away. You blinked your eyes, looking down at the ground.

Pedals and blood right in front of you. You squeezed your shirt tighter, knowing what was happening.

This wasn’t new. Well, to you it was, but for other millions of people, it wasn’t.

Hanahaki was an illness anyone could get, caused by heartbreak. You felt it coming, you knew it’d happen.. and now the only way to get rid of it is to either have surgery, or for William to actually love you back.

But, surgery would mean your love for William would be gone. You wouldn’t feel for him anymore. You didn’t want that. You couldn’t do that.

You close your eyes and suck in a breath. You weren’t sure what to do. You could hide this sickness and carry on with your life, die by this illness. Or, you could do something about it and get rid of it.

It was a hard choice. You didn’t want your feelings for William to go, but you didn’t want to die early because of a sickness from heartbreak.

Eventually, you decided that maybe you should do nothing. Hide this sickness from anyone and carry on as Williams friend. Watch him by the sidelines as he gave his attention to Clara. Watch as he gave her everything, and gave you nothing. If it made him happy, then you won’t ruin it. You couldn’t ever do that.

You coughed again, red pedals falling from your mouth and onto the ground. You wipe your lips stained with blood, looking down at the envelope in hand.

No point in giving this to him now.

William Afton would never love you.

[saddie-0420]

Jimmy headcannons

Alternative Universe where Jimmy isn't a sicko rapist or a broney(Don't shoot me if you think they suck)

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-Age isn't really specified within the game but I'd say he's about 35

- Grew up with Curly known him his whole life from kindergarten till the timing of the game

(Curly has many photos of them as kids and well into their teen years Jimmy hates most of the photo mainly his awkward teen years)

-Grew up in the foster care system but wasn't pushed house to house he stayed in one house that was just mentally abusive

-Got very violent around 13 got in trouble a lot in school even fought his only friend a few times (Curly) but because Curly is so forgiving they made up usually a week after fighting

(I'd say most of their fights were just Jimmy taking out his anger on Curly because Curly had a better life than him)

-We all know regular Jimmy is fucked up in the head so he's probably Bipolar and gets medicated for it

(he definitely be skipping taking his crazy meds)

-probably also in and out of mental institutions cause like I said he's prob bipolar

-Very good at card games like war and go fish

(One time during casual game night on the ship they were playing war like 1v1 till it was only Jimmy and Swansea left, Jimmy won and Swansea tried to fight Jimmy cause he lowkey don't like Jimmy in any Au and they broke the table and Swansea fell back on it💀)

-Was probably that kid that always had a bowl cut or a buzz cut till like 7th grade and he started growing his hair out

-Hair is greasy no matter what he uses on it

-Id say he favorite band is Nirvana because it's all him and Curly listened to when they were teens and his fav song is 'Smells like teen Spirit'

(Yes that song is overrated but it's a good song and Nirvana being his fav band is half way cause he shot himself like Kurt Cobain plus he gives off Nirvana vibes)

-has a bit of a alcohol problem

-was a good beer pong player in high school despite being a social loser

-has one of those pin poke tats he did when he was like 15 and it's a star near his heart

(he also tried to give one to Curly but curly refused and had to hop out Jimmy's window to escape from jimmy trying to prick him, Jimmy made fun of him for running away but jimmy is kinda embarrassed by the star cause it's "Feminine")

-got a tongue piercing when he was struggling mentally it was before Curly got him a job at Pony Express

(The piercing is a plastic bar with two star shaped balls on each end of the bar the stars are to match his pin poke tat)

-Lowkey likes taking Daisuke's game boy to play Mario

(Daisuke found this out one night when he was looking for it and found Jimmy in the cockpit beating his high score in Mario, Daisuke gets mad every time Jimmy asks what's the high score on Mario but whooped Jimmy's ass in Tetris)

-Has rage quit Tetris because he's impatient and doesn't understand the game

-He cut his hand open one time and Anya had to sew it up he found it ever interesting watching her do it

-Curly has had to shove Jimmy's Bipolar meds down his throat

(Curly did feel bad but he just wants his Co-pilot to stay sane to keep the crew safe)

-has old scars on his knuckles from punching walls in his teen years

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Thats all I can get off the top of my head but if yall got any message me on them cause I love interacting with people😚🫶❤️

[stevie-petey]

Alright too much angst is going on here we need something sweet.

Steve is the kind of boyfriend to drop everything to tie bugs shoe if he sees it untied

Bug plays with Steve's hair to help him sleep. She also scratches his back. He'll lay between her legs with his head on her chest and just pass out. (And vice versa)

Steve has carried bug to bed after movie night and bug takes off his shoes and covers him with a blanket.

Steve loves how shy bug gets from the smallest act of intimacy or affection and would do anything to make her blush and see her giddy smile.

Bug has a habit of holding both of Steve's hands, she doesn't know why she just wants them both. Steve let's her with no complaints.

Steve has gotten used to bugs random spurt of energy at three in the morning and has answered all of her silly questions and listened to her ramble and anything and everything. He's started to look forward to them.

Steve has woken up in the dead of night because bug got out of bed. Yes he followed her wrapped up in a blanket pouting that he woke up alone.

Steve has put his head underneath bugs shirt to cuddle and she just lets it happen at this point.

Bug has tricked Steve into doing tests she heard about from her psych course, Steve still doesn't know.

Bug steals Steve's shirts, Steve steals her socks ( I hc bug to have cool nerdy socks because I do sue me)

Steve has learned bugs curly hair routine (let's be honest she has curly hair you can't deny it) and will often do her hair for her. Whether she wants it's straightened, curled, up, down, braids, doesn't matter he's learned and he'll do it.

Infact bug got injured and had to go to the hospital, Steve braided her hair so it wouldn't get tangled while she rested.

Steve gets sick easy, so every winter he's curled up in his or bug's bed begging to be babied and taken care of cause at the end of the day Steve's a baby girl and deserves princess treatment.

Steve gets jealous of Peter Parker, he has knocked over an action figure out of spite. He put it back don't worry.

Dustin third wheeling and turning movie nights into a sleepover. Dustin only did it to annoy Steve and bug but it's become a tradition. It makes everyone feel safe to be close together so they'll sleep in the living room together.

Bug falls in love with Steve more and more when she sees Dustin and Steve interact, and to see Steve be so nice to her brother and how much her brother loves Steve makes her heart melt.

Every time Steve sees a young couple with a baby he immediately imagines it's bug and him.

That also goes for any romantic movies the two watch. He sees bug everywhere.

Little do they know they both have a secret list of baby names that they've hidden away.

as the creator of bug and steve i approve this message ‼️‼️

(i will be stealing the two hands one. thats canon now and i will use it later on because its SO spot on)

(and steve 100% will later be like ok but if peter parker is ur dream boyfriend then what am i ? and bug goes ur my lover and he MELTS)

(and i love u anon u get bug and steve SO WELL)

[rosemaryblossoms]

GuLl1v3r’s gHoSt P@rt 2

Lbb by @ewwwabug and original character Dusiao belongs to @a21487246-duya

Warnings: descriptive gore, disturbing imagery, death, long ass post, and Gulliver’s being a whiny bitch.

Sad was growing impatient, all he wants to do is help but Gulliver was being too idiotic and stubborn. He tries his best to be patient and calm but the more Gulliver talks the thread is getting thinner, each tiny and slim piece of string peeling away from the thread. Getting smaller and smaller, it’s only a matter of time before he snaps. “But I don’t need to fix anything I’m fine!” Lies, Lies, and more FUCKING LIES! Poor Sad couldn’t take it anymore, he stands up from his box and continues to stretch out his height while growling at Gulliver. His long arms are at his sides as his face starts to deform.

Reference for his deformed face, picture by Martin walls:

Gulliver backed away with fear as his eyes water, his breathing and heartbeat gets faster. Sad’s voice became more demonic with the way it echo and how it sounded like there’s more than one person talking “Oh you sad pathetic FOOL, four Three more ghost will visit you tonight. Two in a pair and one on his own. You might see an old friend as well. You better listen to them, especially the last one because he’s the one who decides it all. After all you still have time to realize what you have done, what the greed and your childhood did to you to affect you like this. Other wise. . . I just might see you in HELL.” Everything glitches around him and he wakes up in his bed. . . With a present in his lap. He took deep breaths as he processed everything. He looked down at the un familiar present. The wrapping paper was gold with red polka dots and bow. He pushes it off his bed which causes it to open and reveal a sheep plush with a yin and yang necklace. He picks it up and examined it not even a second after a door appeared, replacing his own bedroom door. The door had illustrated two handsome men on it with curly horns and pointy ears, the man with longer hair at the bottom and the short haired man at the top. The door had a gold door knob with a yin and yang symbol on it. He opened the door to reveal a void filled with toys. He walked forward, on his left he finds a grey blue light which he goes to. He finds the old fisherman sitting on the deck of course fishing. “Come here sonny” Gulliver’s goes to the deck and sits by him, the fisherman’s hat covered his eyes by its shadow. “You know you are in quite the pickle mate, a few old friends of mine came to visit ya huh?” He knew them? “You know them?” “Of course I do, thats why I called them old friends ya moron, ya big ol’ Dummy” ouch, well that hurt. “Do you know why they’re here?” Jatay the fishermen just gave him the “are you serious” look. He just sighs as he shakes his head. “I guess the words of the wormy fellow didn’t Go all the way through huh?” He tilts his head “you don’t know how good you have it in wealth,and you definitely don’t know how bad you have it in your actions you pig headed son of a bitch.” He mutters something under his breath, Gulliver couldn’t really understand it but he managed to catch the insult “worm fucker”. Jatay sighs as he shakes his head. “I think it’s best if you go on now, they’re waiting for you” and with that he shoos off Gulliver and continues to fish. Gulliver continues to walk away as Jatay sings softly “Tra la la la~”. Gulliver walked out of the area, as soon as he did it disappeared. All is left was a void filled with toys, mainly dolls and plushies. He walks only to spot a doll that catches his eyes, it’s a doll of him???. . . What was this doing here and why was there a doll of him? He walks towards it slowly but before he could even take another step forward it was grabbed by a handsome, muscular man with curly horns, pointy ears and long wavy hair. He stood next to another man with the same curly horns and pointy ears. As well as Christmas lights. Both men stood at 6’15ft tall. The smell of freshly baked Christmas cookies and hot chocolate with a hint of peppermint lingered from the two men. The man with the long wavy hair, his hair was the color of the sunset, his eyes are a seductive purple. He wore a beautiful dark green, comfortable looking cloak that complemented his curves and big round, plumped pecs. He wore multi colored Christmas lights and the colors were red and yellow. His earrings were bells of gold.

Reference for his earrings:

The other man’s hair was white as snow, he wore a red kimono with gold flowers on it, also wears yellow Christmas lights. His right eye (on his right) is stitched up and he has a big scar on his face (look up Dusiao’s appearance in @a21487246-duya blog) and wore flower earrings.

Reference for his flower earrings:

The two voluptuous and seductive men looked down at him with an eerie smile.

“Um h-hello, who are you”. The men just stared at them before letting out an echoing demonic laughter.

“We are the Jolly and Merry ghosts of present times.” “Oh so you guys are going show me the present? What exactly are you going to show me because I’m sure I am well aware of the present time.” “Your actions my dear” “what do you mean by that, what do you mean by my actions?” “Oh old man, we are supposed to reflect on your flaws and greed. . . Though we are no where near as ugly.” Merry lets out a small chuckle. Ouch well that hurt. “. . . Um, well. . . What exactly are you going to show me?” “Look around Gulliver, we have many toys.” “yeah, right?” He was confused to where this was going. They stepped aside to reveal a tv? It had eyes and a smile (not on the screen)

Reference for tv, picture by Martin Walls:

“This is one of our favorites.” “go ahead, don’t be shy love.” He pushes the button, the screen flash colors and Christmas imagery before finally showing Daryna and her children. Each of them had a sad look on their face. “Oh why that’s Daryna!” “Why yes of course and would you look at that. The poor lady has barely any money to feed her poor babies, and the poor woman doesn’t have anything to give her sons for Christmas.” “And it’s all because of you.” “But it’s a good thing she ran into the fisher man to at least give him the fish he catch and froze. If only she was paid better, you know that woman is a saint because most of the time she works for free and you don’t pay her a dime and when you do it’s not much.” “I-I didn’t mean for this to happen, I” he was cut off. “Well it did, you see Gulliver, the poor things will die eventually if you keep wasting your life away like this like the filthy scum you are.” They began to glitch out as demonic laughter came due to Gulliver’s misery. “Y-Y-Y-You see, your greed doesn’t just affect you, it also affects others too like poor Daryna here too.”(he’s glitching out not stuttering) “But I never wanted this! I never wanted for her to suffer because of me!” Jolly and Merry looked at him with anger and disgust. “It doesn’t fucking matter! Your actions have already affected them, eventually everything will be gone sadly, as it should be, it’s a beautiful cycle of destruction wether it’s caused by self or not it’s apart of this miserable life!”

Their smiles began to widen as blood dripped from their eyes and mouth.

“Oh, there’s so much we want to do to you Gulliver, me personally I want to tear you limb from limb as I eat you alive.” Gulliver’s face went pale when he said that, he felt sick and started to sweat as they let out cruel laughter. He woke up, in the void once again but in front of a strange room. Might as well get it over with. He walks in to a brick room with black goo running down the walls, the smell of oil and metal surrounds the room, he gagged at the smell as he continued to walk forward. He then saw a cute wind up bunny clock.

Reference for picture, which is by of course Martin Walls:

He picked it up, unaware of the 7’1 figure with rabbit ears behind him. It crouch by him as he observes the clock.

“Hello Gulliver.” It said right by his ear in a smooth but deep robotic voice. It caused Gulliver to jump a bit in fright before turning around, still having the clock in his hand, he quickly puts it down before speaking. “H-Hello, you must be the last ghost.” He was 7’1 ft tall but his ears made him look taller, he had floppy rabbit ears. One ear had bright dark blue polka dots and the other had bright dark purple stripes. He had patches of cloth like fur what had a few stitches here and there with the same pattern except the pattern would swap. A white cloth with blue stripes and a purple cloth with white polka dots then swap the colors. The robotic parts are a chocolate brown. One of his eyes is cat yellow while the other was a red light that shined in a way in light to make rudolf jealous. He wore a green vest with red buttons and a dark blue bow tie, he has his “nails” painted black, he has a stitch where his genitalia should be. He looks at looks at Gulliver with his green blush painted cheeks and gave him in an eerie smile. “We are Mortality” Gulliver’s eyes widened at their name. “Wait please I’m not ready yet! Please I want to fix everything!”

He lets out dark laughter “Oh Gulliver, no one is really ready. It’s a part of this life, everyone will die eventually, they all do, no one can’t really live on forever. . . Well on occasions some do but that’s rare these days. But anyways the cycle shall continue my friend, it always will continue.”

“No please, no please. . .”

“Oh and the life you had, Running away from me, yourself, and your problems. Never getting the help you needed most and taking your problems along with your anger on someone else. Like poor Daryna who just needed money for her sons.”

“It only proves how much of a coward you are, it hurts doesn’t it. All you wanted was love but you have served and receive hatred which is sad but you deserve it for what you have done for all those years, it’s sad honestly.”

Gulliver cries, all he wanted to do was cry and sleep it off until morning, he wanted to apologize and fix everything that has been done.

“Please! Please! I’m sorry! Im sorry!”

“It’s far too late for that old man, you have ran out of time, and speaking of running out of time, I think it’s best for you to go to that door over there, we are running out of time to wait so open it.”

He walks over to the door, it has an illustration of their face just like the other doors. He turns around to look at them. “Will I be ok, please tell me.” But he was already gone and they left Gulliver alone. The only option left was to go through the door. HE DOESN’T HAVE A CHOICE.

He walks through the door as angelic magical music, white light surrounds him as it closes his eyes black and white images in his vision. The clown doll, The sheep doll with the yin and yang necklace, The cute rabbit wind up clock, Daryna. . . And his mother when she was younger, smiling at him.

His eyes open to see the familiar shop, he see Daryna sweeping the floors while singing a Ukrainian folk song.

He ran and cried as he hugged her. “Oh Daryna! I’m so sorry! I was so greedy and selfish and I’ve been nothing but cruel to you, and I’m so sorry. I know you’ll won’t forgive me so easily but please, give me another chance, i want to make it right, please Daryna please.”

. . . She doesn’t respond. . .

“Daryna? Are you ok? You alright dear?”

She turns around. “Oh boss, there you are, I’m so glad you’re okay-y-y-y-y-y-y” she was glitching out.

“D-Daryna? Daryna?!” She continues to glitch out she melts into a puddle of black goo. He steps back as he hears a bell tolling. He hears a knock and the door opens to reveal the man with that boy? Early named Ollie? No Aubrey. He had six eyes instead of to and Aubrey laid over his shoulder. He handed Gulliver a newspaper, it was a Newspaper of his own death. He covers his ears and gets into a fetal position near a corner as he cried. “Please! Make it stop please!”

The room dripped black goo as Mortality broke through a window and crawled to him like a possessed as demon while he laughs manically.

He’s in the damn void again, he cries “Please I’m sorry! I can change!” He sobs more as he called out “Please! I just want to go home.”

“Awww it’s really pathetic isn’t it, No matter how much you beg, No matter how much you cry, No matter how much you scream my dear, you can’t escape from this.”

“This is caused by your actions, your ignorance has led you here old man, your time is up.”

“Please, No!”

Then everyone showed up, including a new face. It was a long purple haired grim reaper who had patches of skin missing and is wearing a black robe. He also had four crow wings, they surrounded him.

“Please!” He turns to Sad. “Please Sad! Melancholy! You need to help me!” Sad says nothing as he stares at him.

Mortality and the Grim reaper walked closer.

“Everyone is here to see you suffer! To watch your soul burn in hell where it belongs!” He lets out a wicked laughter as Jolly and Merry Joined him.

“. . .” The grim reaper stared at him before saying, “Goodbye.”

“What are you going to do to me?!” Mortality holds up an opened gift box revealing a clock.

“Huh? Ah! Aaaaaaaaaaaaah!” Gulliver screams as he feels his face melting off, his body melting and burning at different ends. He heard their laughter before forever closing his eyes. No one knew what happened to Gulliver or did they care. Daryna and Aubrey inherited Gullible life savings, Daryna opened a shop and married the fisher man, the man who had forever stood bye her side. Never be greedy, selfish, and rude or else you just might get a few ghostly visitors.

The end.

[prettypastelpetals]

Rant

I don't understand why everything in fandoms has to be "washed" in some way. Like did we watch the same show/movie or even read the same books?

There's a difference between your own vision of a character from a book that doesn't get much description and a character that has a fully canon description from the author. Like, theres a difference between a fancanon and what is actually canon.

Like, why is completely changing any character to another race/ethinicity/color ok when its a white-skinned character, but if they were anything else its wrong to make them white????

I'm sick of seeing it, especially for Harry Potter fanart, because they all make Harry Indian and super dark skinned and Hermione black. Like did we read the same books??? Almost all other character they draw look like the books or the movie actors but those two????

"Well Hermione has curly hair, so obv she's black!" ......Sooo only black people have curly hair???? Or "Harry's tan from playing quidditch".....did ya'll miss the character description of how he's practically snow white in the first book???? Harry has his mothers pale as hell skin, undoubtedly, from how damned sunburned he says he gets in the summer. (I do also have problems with the movies making Blaize Zabini black when he's Italian.....whats with everyone implying you can only be black if your tanned??? Italians have some beautiful olive tone skin, and sure every country has black people, but being "dark skinned" does not immediatly equate to being either indian or black???)(also, being white doesn't immediatly make you American or smth guys, caucasians are white my guys, they exist literally everywhere too.)

Don't even get me started on The Percy Jackson Tv Show, literally none of the characters are book accurate, its infuriating. "There's not enough diversity or inclusivity..." Then make new characters or bring in background ones and make them important too, don't just completely wipe away the characters many know and like that have important features that were numerously stated in the books.

I think to me, as a blonde haired girl who constantly only see's media where the blondes are dumb and airheaded, not ever get to see annabeth in her glory on the screen is devastating. I'm always the subject of dumb blonde jokes and it gets old really quick. do you know how many ACTUAL blondes are on screen? Not many. Annabeth was THE character for that, that was one of her strong points in the books. It was always referenced how smart she was, and how she fought to get rid of the dumb blonde stereotype. And Apparently that makes me racist, but I was also upset at the movies for making her brunette....... I've had people tell me that black women have terrible stereotypes and I agree, they do! But to completely change a character and rewrite them entirely doesn't help that community, it just makes people more angry and prone to rejecting the media.

There is NOTHING inclsuive about forcing diversity onto already established characters. Grow up and create new ones that can and will become just as loved by people for being a natural addition, not a massive change to an already beloved character.

There are plenty of ways to incorporate new characters into Tv shows and movies, even books! or even just bring in background characters, make them relevant and useful! I think the Percy Jackson TV show was wrong when they said it didn't have any diversity. Maybe it didn't in the first set of books, but thats like saying Piper, Reyna, Leo, Hazel, and Frank aren't good enough representations. It feels to me like they are saying those characters aren't good enough to count. each and everyone of those characters are unique and important, well loved and appreciated.

Please stop changing well known characters to fit political and societal agenda's, all it does is stir the pot and make people angry and it causes what could be good shows/movies to flop because it isn't faithful to the source material. and 9/10 times that piece of media will get dropped and probably never remade because its seen as not being popular enough.

Again, if you got down this far, i'm not hating these characters because their colored. I'm hating them because they have been changed from their source material, and they no longer feel like the character they are supposed to be because they look nothing like the character.

Thanks for coming to my TedTalk.....

[pumpkinsy0]

ive been hit w the seasonal sick i think. yall got any sick hcs?? cant remember if someone already asked this

idk if u mean just for papercut or like in general so ur just gettin both!!!mostly papercut tho

•when ur sick in the curtis house, that sickness doesnt go away till EVERYONE ELSE gets sick, its like a torch that only gets passed around when the last person gets it

•darry has a “sick shirt” just a shirt he always wears when he sick bc he doesnt gaf about it at all

•if either pony or curly is sick but the other isnt and they RLLLYYYY dont wanna go somewhere, they get the other to get them sick as a way to get out of it, yes this would go on into adult hood, they have no shame

•tim is lowkey like a bother who says “if ur sick enough to not ____ u cant ____” but to b fair, curly and angela do overplay their sickness to get out of things

•pony and curly cannootttt make out while sick, they can barely just kiss, they cant breath properly and turn into mouth breathers when sick

•everytime i think about tim getting sick, i think of that one cutaway gag from family guy where peters like “i CANNOT get sick rn” and yea, thats pretty accurate for him

•if curly has a fever hes not passing up on the opportunity to tell pony “its bc hes so hot”, mind u ponys looking at the thermometer and his fever is at 103 fahrenheit, this is NOT the time to say this

•two it was that kid in elementary/kindergarten who just threw up for literally no reason, no reason at all just threw up

•speaking of, as a kid sometimes johnny puked when he was too nervous and ppl called him a squid for it, some of the gang did it but they stopped

•curlys never thrown up before, like ever, he has a strong ass stomach

•pony and curly both make shit tea, they will never finish the others tea they made, but in a way its cute bc they try making it the way their brothers taught em how to make it, they just add too much of one ingredient and argue about which was is better

•curly gets like super cranky when hes hungry, and once he decided to cook meat, but he aint cook it all the way and pony trieedddd telling him and helping but curly got mad at him. curly ate what he made and got food poisoning, i want u to just imagine the amount of told u so’s pony said the next day

•when angelas sick, u could not get her to leave her room, she locks herself in there till shes better

•pony and curly have gotten multiple concussions from rumbles and once someone left a concussed pony and curly in the same room cause “nothing would happen” and they were right, but also got into a lotttt of trouble

•pony and curly both being sick together would tire each other out, they r bedridden and cant do much but talk and lord knows theyre too good at that, so they bicker, pass out, bicker, pass out, etc etc

[yeetusdabussy]

NSFW and SFW for Sephiroth, Genesis, and Angeal with a Black S/O thats a female pls 🥺🤎

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I GOT YOU LOVE!

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Genesis

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(ㅅ´ ˘ `)♡look at this ginger headed madafucka. Such a work of art, but besides his beauty and personality, he loves taking the subject from himself and drawing it back to you. He wants to learn every little thing about you and what you enjoy doing in your life when you first met, he just found you so beautiful and unique.

(ㅅ´ ˘ `)♡ would learn to help you with your hair. He doesn't care what it is, braiding, washing it, helping you take it down, or even help you put your hair in a protective style. HE WILL buy you a matching silk bonnet with a silk pillowcase and all! This boy will even learn the history of your hair and styles. What can I say, he's a man of knowledge.

(ㅅ´ ˘ `)♡he would LOVE if you ask him for help with anything. He wants to show you how much he loves you, and he has no problem showing it in public either, he's just more quiet about his PDA. So sit in his lap and chill with him please!

"Hey, I couldn't help but notice you from over there, ur new around here huh?" He gave you a soft smile. "I'm Genesis by the way."

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❦ Oh man, this mam takes his SWEET time with you. You thought he was gonna be a innocent wittle submissive cinnamon roll huh? Yeah no, this man got some kinks, look at the amount of books this mf goes through if he had the time. This MF is a tease, but he's gentle about it. Like example, light caresses to your cocoa skin and small peppering kisses to your neck whenever you're close by him or laying on his chest whenever he is reading.

❦He loves when you sit on his face, but don't be fooled, he's a power bottom. He'll have you sit on his face for hours, whispering soft praises about how much he adores you and all you've done for him.

❦ He's not the biggest but he's pretty fucking thick! He's only a good 5.7 inches when hard and 5.4inches when soft. But boy does he know how to work it, its just too damn thick. And he knows that so be grateful for his playful teasing of foreplay.

You gripped his hair, and grinded against his face. He gripped and caressed your thighs with his hands, gods did he love the taste of you. The way your brown smooth thighs feels around his head is magical, he gets pussy drunk every time you're suffocating him with the super soaker down below. "You- fuck, baby you taste so good. Gonna cum for me right love?" He nips your inner thigh and chuckle. "this is the best meal I've had."

Sephiroth

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(ㅍωㅍ)Look at this cat eyed mf. GORGEOUS, but anyways, he's a very busy man love. Thus guy has no remorse in his words and the things he does. But you! You changed him. well not really, he's still a dick to everyone else but he'll make a exception of you.

(ㅍωㅍ)if you don't agree with his plans he'll make you, this man has yandere written all over him, like he loves you, ofc but you got some competition with cloud. That mf on his mind daily. But nothing beats the way your curly hair feels between his fingers. He adores your curls and he reminds you of that.

(๑･`◡´･๑) Anyways besides his toxicity, if you're with him, you're LUCKY. But man does he love your skin, he loves sweets so to him you're nothing more than a sweet tooth he should stay away from.but he's so addicted to you.

(๑･`◡´･๑) he has no problem taking you out, showing PDA and even long kisses at the dawn of daylight in front of everybody. He wants people to know you're his, and he's quite possessive. He will have you with him at all times. Where ever he goes, you go, and where ever YOU go, he goes.

(๑･`◡´･๑)He adores you, A LOT. But he can get a bit. Rude sometimes,but he will.apologize if he made you sad or cry. It breaks his heart to know he's the cause of your pain. And if someone else hurts your feelings. Well RIP that ass ayee. Also he will enjoy cuddles on a daily based.

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ꨄ︎He is Dom! No if ands or butts. He loves when you're in reserve cowgirl. He might not admit it, but he loves the way chocolatey ass bounces on him. Watching the way his cock disappears and reappear like some damn magic tragic.

ꨄ︎ speaking of cock, he's pretty big. A good 7.4 inches when hard and 5.7 when soft. He's a GROWER on the skinnier side but great! And ugh he's so sweet bed. You might think He's rough, but he let's you go at your own pace because in his eyes, watching you work yourself up with his cock is a ego boost.

ꨄ︎He really loves when you go down on him, this is the only time he's rough, he can't help it. Your grown plush glossy lips wrapped around his long cock. He's definitely the type to train you to take him balls deep down your throat.

"Such a sweetheart you are, getting yourself riled up on my cock quite pathetically." He whispers into your ear, having your legs wrapped around his waist as he holds your hands into his. His pretty eyes staring down into yours with full of just and adoration. "I'll kill any pathetic man that looks your way ~" he isn't joking either.

Angeal

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૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎აlook at this man, beefy ass arms, I hope he.will choke the fu- so he loves the way you handle yourself, so out spoken, not afraid to speak up, and always know when shit is shady. He loves you for how intelligent and beautiful you're.

૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎ა he loves to hold you, IN PRIVATE! Like I've said, sadly he's not into PDA that much. He has a image to hold and he doesn't want enemies to end up using you to get to him.

૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎ა he loves to play with your hair as well! He knows its your crown and he treats it with such gentle care, even asking what does and doesn't work for you and your hair. He has no problem grabbing hair products for you..............unless its pads......

૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎ა oh yeah oddly enough. This man eats a lot. He'll love you even more if you stuff his face. He does believe in "great food means happy husband." And he also agrees with "spoiled girlfriend means happy girlfriend." He has no problem spoiling you if he has the money ofc!

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❦ oh shit, here comes the pussy bandit hahaha, nah but fr...he'll have you.shaking under him like a human.vibrator the way his hips.meets yours and the way his cock hits that sweet gummy spot each time one point.

❦ he can tease sometimes! He loves hearing you beg for him. You look so pretty when you beg with tears and a sniffling nose, he feels so bad that you have to take his big fat 8inch cock. Don't worry he encourages you and let's you take your time.

❦ this man has no problem with you being on top. He's a switch, he's into lovemaking and sharing exchanged power in the bedroom. Whatever you say, goes. He does whatever you ask if you're doming him. He actually low key loves it more. Something about your little structure abusing His cock.

"That's it honey, take your time."He mumbles into your ear, hugging your waist and pulling you closer to him. He felt so warm and comfortable against you. Having your fingers run through his silky hair as you moved your hips. "O-oh- m'gonna cum !"You yelled. All he could do was smirk and kiss under your jawline softly. "Go ahead, mark what's yours ~"

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[missluckycharms]

Could you do a smut at anne's house(harry's mum's house)????

Three Taps.

Summary: in which Y/N has to sneak into Harrys house at night to be alone with him and Harry loves hot chocolate with pink marshmallows.

A/N: this is a high school Harry x Y/N fic, both are eighteen in this, just keep that in mind as they are in high school but they’re of age.

Masterlist.

Warnings: Dom!Harry, oral sex, praise kink, size kink, gagging, dirty talk, Harry tends to be a sarcastic asshole even when they’re doing the devils tango.

Word count: 3.4K

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Three taps.

Thats what Harry told Y/N to do, tap three times on his bedroom window and he’d let her in. It’s been their code every few nights when she would sneak over to his house, or he would sneak into hers. Sure, they’re both eighteen, but as all parents say “my house, my rules” so they have to abide by that, kind of.

The pair have only been dating for a little over six months now, both of them graduating soon and moving away for college, but they’ll work around that when the time comes, for now, they have have to work around how Harry can fuck his girlfriend just the way they like, without his Mum waking up and finding them both in bed together, that wouldn’t be a pretty picture Harry thinks.

He’s on red alert, Y/N texting him nearly ten minutes ago saying she successfully snuck out and is now on her way over, the walk to his house is usually fifteen minutes, but she doesn’t mind, she’ll do anything to spend time with Harry — the same Harry who would fold someone up like a pretzel and shove them in a locker if they called him a name, but if Y/N did it, she would get a small smirk and a wink, knowing exactly what hers and only hers punishment was for that.

Harry is a complicated person, to his friends he’s nice - ish, to strangers he looks cold and like he would use you as his skateboard face down on the tarmac if you looked at him wrong, sure he would do that — but he’s not like that under all his rough exterior, he has a warm heart and loves squishy cuddles, and he also loves marshmallows in his hot chocolate, but only Y/N sees that side of him — he only allows her and his Mum to see that side of him. It took him a long time to actually soften up to her, the girl being persistent that she knew what he was really like, he’d shrug and laugh it off saying she was crazy, but when him and his Mum got into an argument and he showed up to Y/N’s house at nearly two in the morning, soaking from the rain and his cheeks tear stained — she knew he finally let down all his walls, he needed her and she gave him what he needed in that time, a hug and a mug of hot chocolate with pink only pink! Marshmallows.

Ever since he opened up to her that night, sipped on her heavenly made hot chocolate, he knew that he could always be safe with her, he would always know that she’s there when he needs her most and visa versa. They’re deemed the “odd couple” in school due to Harry being so cold and Y/N being the slightly quiet and lovable girl who would rather hug someone to death than shove them in a locker and leave them there, but somehow their differences only draw them together and make them one of the best couples there is, they balance one another out — Harry brings out Y/N’s crazy and adventurous side while Y/N brings out Harrys soft and calm side, opposites attract, and they’re living proof of it happening.

He jumps when the small three taps are heard at his window, his body immediately kneeling up and pulling across his curtains, looking down at her stood in his front garden with a hand full of small pebbles from his Mums flower garden (she always returns them) she’s smiling up at him, his own body on his bed right next to his window as he peers down at her, clad in his red baggy hoodie and her black leggings, her hair poking out from the hood of the hoodie as she waits for him to open the window.

“Ladder is by the gate baby” he whispers loudly down to her, she barely hears as she nods, making her way towards the back gate leading to their garden. She grabs it, making sure to not fall or it will wake his Mum up. Harry is practically hanging out the window when she rests the ladder against the wall, looking up at him as she wipes her forehead ridding the sweat.

“Sometimes, I think you only do this so I’ll get off my ass and actually work out” she grumbles falling in through his window and onto his bed, his laugh low as he pulls her jelly like body in, her laughs coming out as pants as he rests her down onto his pillow before shutting his window quietly, his ears on high alert for any movements from his Mums room across the hall.

“You’re just a lazy bum, sometimes I think you may pass out if you walk too much” he jokes looking down at her as she rolls her eyes, pulling down the hood and freeing her hair.

“I hate you. Fuck me, is your heating on?!” She says pulling his hoodie from her body, throwing it onto the floor and leaving her in only a sports bra and leggings, Harrys eyes widening at how easily she slipped it off and laid back down with no care in the world.

“Mum likes to keep it on, apparently her toes get cold in the night no matter what time of year it is” he rolls his eyes, leaning down to hover over her, forearms on either side of her head as she bites her lip smiling up at him giddily.

“No wonder you sleep naked, feels like a furnace” she jokes as Harry hums kissing her neck, her eyes rolling back at the feeling as she wraps her legs around his waist, their crotches grinding down on one another’s as they breath heavily trying to avoid moaning loudly — they both found out they love being vocal in bed, one day Harry was home alone and him and Y/N practically screamed down the house, he’s surprised Mrs Walker next door didn’t ring the police.

“Need to be quiet for me baby, okay?” He says whispering in her ear, her breathy moans being masked by his neck, her lips all over him as he rolls his head back, allowing her more access as she bites and nips at his skin, leaving behind marks that he’ll have to steal some of his Mums makeup to mask over when he’s walking around.

“Should be saying that to you, mister loud mouth” she jokes in a whisper by his ear, her lips sucking on his lobe is what causes him to bury his head in her neck to groan lowly from his chest, his hips rutting down into hers as they both roam one another’s bodies with their lips and hands.

“Very smart mouth for a girl who prefers it to be stuffed full of m’cock” he moans back, her lips now sucking and licking over his sweet spot just under his ear lobe, her own moan muffled by his skin as he shuts his eyes and looks up to the ceiling allowing her to kiss him further, her lips leaving a burning trail down his neck and over his collar bones — his favourite place to give and receive hickies on.

“Harry, shut up and just do something” she says annoyed, frustrated at her boyfriend who always choose to tease her with sarcastic remarks, he knows it riles her up and he loves that, he loves how needy and angry she gets when he grinds his clothed cock down onto her making sarcastic remarks and softly degrading her slowly as she grows wetter and wetter at his movements and words.

“Don’t have to ask me twice baby” he laughs kissing down her torso, his hands immediately shrugging off her bra with her help, and then he slowly pulls down her leggings along with her panties, leaving kisses on the spaces he makes bare and small hushed complements against her skin as he takes her all in under the light of his ten year old soccer ball shaped light hanging from the ceiling above them.

She’s a squirming mess under him, his lips instantly attaching to her clit as she bends her legs, resting her legs over his shoulders as he holds onto her outer thighs, the grip probably marking her skin as he devours her on his bed, his eyes looking up at her biting down on her lip, her hands grabbing a pillow and shoving it over her face to muffle her moans, Harry can hear them slightly, his eyes rolling back into his head as she shakes and squeezes her legs around his head.

“Come on baby, need to see you” he says slipping two fingers into her but not moving, the pillow coming away from her face as she looks at him in her usual fucked out state, glassy eyes and messed up hair.

“H, I can’t, I need to have it over me” she says referring to the pillow, her body shaking as Harry begins to slowly move his fingers in and out of her, stretching her as she drips down his fingers, the sound of his movements in her cunt causing him to press down his hips onto his bed to relieve himself a little.

“Put y’pretty panties in y’mouth baby” he says slurred from pleasure, his own hair a curly mess as his lips become more swollen and spit covered from how harsh he’s eating her out. He takes her panties in one hand, reaching up and rolling them into her mouth, instructing her to bite down on the white lace fabric before he’s back between her legs eating her out.

She’s moaning around the fabric of her panties, her drool wetting the lace as she tugs on Harry’s curls, his moans deep and raspy in her cunt as he keeps his eyes on hers that are threatening to close every second, the slaps he sends to her thighs cause her to open them back up and keep contact with him, his smile devious as he purposely sucks on her clit when she’s close, knowing it ruins her when he does that — he loves to watch her struggle to bite back her moans, the pair of them feeling the rush of nearly being caught everytime one of them make a loud moan or move too quickly which causes his headboard to slap a little off the wall behind it. He’s lapping up all her juices and her moans she’s muffling, her body shaking as he finally brings her to her first high of the night, his fingers not stopping as he rides her through it, kisses being placed to her thighs as she finally calms down, tears brimming her eyes and a lazy smile around her panties that are clutched between her teeth.

“Doing okay baby? Need me to take these out?” He asks crawling back up her body her hands immediately tangling back in his hair as she nods, letting him pull the soaked panties from her mouth, his mouth drooling at the sight of them in his hands.

“Gonna be able to take my cock without being gagged? Or will ya need to have your pretty lace panties back between your teeth?” He teases her, her eyes hooded with pleasure as she scratches her nails down his chest and stomach making the muscles under his skin flex with the slight burn of the marks she’s leaving behind.

“Want you to ruin me, may need them back in between my teeth” she says breathlessly, a slight smirk on her lips as he groans at her words, grabbing the panties and placing them in his own mouth, bending down and feeding them into her mouth, her own teeth clasping them as they leave his mouth, his tongue licking over her lips as she looks up at him with her glassy doe eyes.

[lizzy-williams]

❝𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 & 𝚌𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚜❞

ღWarnings: SMUT (18+ please!), language, rough sex, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), sexual situations.

ღMasterlist

ღRequest: Can you do the most dirty hard good sexy lovely spanking doggy position french kiss smut EVER please PLEASE with tom 🙂🪓

ღSummary: You’re been in a mood almost all week, Tom having to leave right on Valentine’s Day for filming. The day before he has to leave, you’re the meanest you’ve been, and Tom’s had about enough. 

ღA/n: ANON YOU DIRTY BEAN I LOVE YOU. This will be the first thing I’m posting since I came back, So I hope you guys enjoy, feel free to send in more requests. 

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 in a mood the entire week. More specifically at your boyfriend, who chose a job that somehow, someway got him taken away right on Valentine’s Day. 

Even worse, this would be your 5th Valentine’s Day together, which you saw as a mile stone. You knew you were being irrational and a bit selfish, but you were too blinded by your anger to realize it. 

For the time being, you were giving Tom hell, inside and outside your small flat. On Monday, you and Tom went out for coffee, but of course, being the little minx you are, you teased him right then and there, in public, and you managed to turn Tom into a needy, whiny child with only a few touches.  

But when the two of you got home, you did a full 180, becoming completely distanced and untouchable, evading every advance Tom tried to make on you. You just kept all your attention on Tessa for a majority of that day. 

At first, Tom was clueless, the sudden distancing confusing the hell out of him, but it only escalated from there. 

On Tuesday, you had some things to do for work, and there you sat on the couch, typing away on your computer before Tom, still flustered and needy from yesterday, came waltzing into the living area and plopped down right next to you, resting his head on your shoulder. 

Yet you sat there, still typing away, acting as if Tom wasn’t there at all. Tom adjusted himself a few times, seeing if his movements gained any attention or reaction from you. Still. Nothing. 

Now he resulted to sighing loudly, and due to where his head was, it was right in your ear. It was erotic or teasing, it was just straight up annoying and childish. 

You finally pried your eyes away from the screen and turned to look at him, “Do you want something?” was all the response he was going to get, and even then it was a grumble. 

“I wanna cuddle.” 

He sounded so much like a kid, and in any other circumstance, you would tend to his request. But no. You were mad at him. 

“I’m working, Tom.”

That’s when Tom knew something was definitely wrong. No usual ‘bubba’ or ‘bub’. Not even honey. Just his first name. Not even his full first name. Just Tom. 

You felt him recoil and slip away into the other room. 

Tom: 0, You: 2

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Wednesday rolled around, and Tom was talking to Harrison on the phone. Once again, you had been giving him the bare minimum all day, but when you kissed him, it was long, passionate and lingering. And Tom was, to say the least, baffled. 

“I dunno, man, she’s been like this all week.” 

You happened to be in earshot, and slipped behind a doorframe, listening in on what Tom had to say. 

“No, I don’t think I’ve done anything wrong. I’ve even been making an effort to put the toilet seat down, and somehow she keeps being so distant. I even tried hugging her from behind this morning and she just brushed me off.”

That one was true. You were making yourself lunch when Tom, who woke up late as usual, came into the kitchen and wrapped his arms lovingly around your waist, but staying true to your previous attitude, you brushed him off, using the stove as an excuse. But instead of reassuring him, like you normally would have, you turned and gave him a purple and red hickey on his sweet spot before turning back around and acting as if nothing had happened at all. 

“No, it’s not that time of the month, she already had it. I kinda know these things.”

That was also true. Because you and Tom had such a frequent and vibrant sex life, he made it a personal mission to know when your period came so he could work around it and comfort you. All things aside, he truly was a good boyfriend. 

“Ohhhhh,” he made a sound of realization and it made you perk up a little, wondering if he truly understood why you were so evasive. 

Wait, did he?

The sound of his footsteps clamoring down the hall made you frantically look around for something to look busy with. 

“Darling?” he called out. 

“In here!” you called out, trying to sound unbothered. 

“Ah, Darling,” he seemed giddy, as if he had just solved the worlds biggest mystery, “I know why your angry at me.”

“Oh?” you questioned, as you kept fiddling with whatever you were doing, acting as if it were the most interesting thing in the world. 

“You were upset about the paparazzi pictures. The ones with Ciara.” 

“What?!” you seethed, now not caring about acting like you didn’t care. 

“Th-The other day, when I went out to lunch, you knew about it...?” he was terrified by the look in your eyes. 

He was being honest. He did say he was going out with the female co-star, and you were okay with it. You trusted him. But what you didn’t think about were the tabloids. The gossip sights that would no doubt leak into Twitter, causing an un-needed uprising in Hollanders and shippers. 

Immediately you pushed passed him and went straight for your phone, looking up news sight after news sight. 

Ciara Bravo and Tom Holland: New Hollywood Couple???

Tom & Ciara, A Valentine’s Day Miracle

Did Y/N and Tom SPLIT? Ciara and Tom Spotted!

At this point you couldn’t stand to be in the same room as Tom. Despite him and you understanding there was nothing going on, the outside world put pressure on the both of you, and you needed to breathe. 

Tom didn’t say a word when you got your coat and left with a ‘I’m going out. Don’t wait up.’

By time you got home, Tom slept on the couch, and you slept in the bed. 

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Tuesday was quiet, nothing happened. The two of you didn’t speak to each other, a day going by silently, but when you were going to bed, that’s when things got interesting. 

“It isn’t my fault.”

He stood in the bathroom as he spoke, and you were on the bed reading a book with Tessa at your side, sound asleep. 

You gave a small, unbothered sigh, “I know.”

Tom perked up, “What do you mean, ‘you know’?” he asked irritably. 

“I mean I know it isn’t your fault about the media. I don’t care, it’s fine.”

“Then why are you so mad at me?!” he was annoyed now, making you raise a brow. 

“You really don’t know?” you hissed, closing your book, not caring if you lost your page or not. 

“No, of course I don’t know!”

“You’re leaving me! On Valentines Day!” you snapped, standing up, Tessa’s ears going back. 

“Are you serious??? That’s it?” he questioned with wide eyes. 

You glared at him, giving him an expression that only meant one thing, slipping out of the room without a word. 

Needless to say, you slept on the couch that night .

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Friday. The day before Tom leaves. The day before Valentine’s day. 

And as always, you woke up before Tom, hearing Tessa scratch at the bedroom door from the inside. You walked down the hall, turning the bedroom door handle slowly and letting Tessa out the door, but not before catching a glimpse of your sleeping boyfriend in nothing but boxers, holding onto your pillow as he slept. 

Thats when the idea popped into your head. You were going to make a lovely Valentine’s day themed breakfast. For yourself.

If there was any way to get Tom back, it was with food, your food more specifically. 

You immediately got to work, prepping the veggies for the omelette, mixing the batter for waffles, and washing the strawberries, planning on using them for a garnish.

You worked for a good hour, almost everything done, the last thing being cutting the strawberries when you suddenly heard the bedroom door open. 

Tom walked out, his curly hair all a mess on top of his head, purposefully not wearing anything except for his Calvin’s, and you shamelessly checked him out, in hopes that would get him going. 

Before he got too close, you whipped back around and began slicing in the berries in front of you. Just like he did the many mornings ago, he let his arms wrap around you right before you felt him leave a small peck below your earlobe, and you had to bite back a smile. 

“Good morning, darling.”

Fuck. His morning voice. It was rough, deep, and gravely, making your stomach do summersaults and slick glisten between your legs. 

“Morning.” 

The sexual tension was palpable, so thick you could cut it with the knife in your hand. But you needed to stay strong. You were mad. You were still mad....

Right?

“Are those for me?” he questioned, motioning to the breakfast platter you had spread on the kitchen island, complete with a glass of OJ. 

You did a silent self-pat on the back. 

“Nope,” you smirked, before popping a strawberry in your mouth. 

His demeanor switched, “That’s it-”

You squeaked as he took the knife from your hands, throwing it into the sink before sweeping his hands across the counter, knocking the cutting board aside, roughly grabbing your hips and putting you on the counter. 

“I’ve just about had it with your attitude,” he growled, pulling his semi-hard-on out of his boxers before grabbing the back of your neck, pulling you into a messy, lustful kiss, his tongue diving in the instant that his lips touched yours, making you whimper out, trying you best to regain control of the situation but failing quickly. 

A sudden smack to your ass made you quit your pursuit of control, a whine finding it’s way out of your throat as you felt him smirk into the kiss. His tongue prodded around your mouth as you held onto him desperately. You wrapped your legs around his hips, pulling him closer, his member pressing right up against your clothed clit, daring him to do whatever he was going to do next. 

Suddenly, he picked you up off the counter, breaking the kiss and pushing you down to your knees, harshly, shoving his member against your cheek. 

“Suck. I’m not gonna ask nice again,” he grunted, and you knew that he would keep his word with this one. 

You hesitantly took him in your hands before stocking him slightly, sticking your tongue out and licking a strip from his base to his tip, before taking it in your mouth, using your tongue to tease the angry veins and ridges on the underside of his cock. 

“Oh - FUCK - you’re so fucking precious.” he hissed, his hand weaving in your hair before pulling you down on his cock, going so deep it touched the back of your throat, praying that your gag reflex was on your side. 

Suddenly he pulled you back, before pulling you all the way back onto him, tears welling up in your eyes as he repeated his movements, using your face and whispering obscenities into the air around you, harshly fucking your mouth. 

“My bratty girl, shit, you sound so much better choking on my cock,” he grunted, his pace suddenly faltering, cock twitching, signaling he was about to release. 

He looked down and his eyes widened as he caught sight of your hips moving slowly and gently. You were so cute like that, humping the air like a little bunny, Tom taking immense pride in the fact that he made you like this. 

Without another warning, you felt his cum fill the back of your throat, making you whine as you had no choice to swallow it all, knowing he wouldn’t take his cock out of your mouth until you did so. 

Tom watched tentatively for the bobbing of your throat. The one indication that you swallowed. You shivered slightly as you felt the salty substance make it’s way down your throat, and he finally, finally, pulled himself out, and you gasped for air. 

Tom admired your fucked out state, tears wetting your cheeks and your lips swollen, hair ruined from his grip. He could have you looking like that...

He used one hand to stroke and caress your cheek, the other smoothing out your hair the best he could before standing you back up, your eyes dazed as you looked at him with pleading eyes, your past angers forgotten as you were desperate for his touch. 

“Go to the bedroom, strip, lay down, ass up darling. Wait. You touch yourself and I’ll leave you there for the rest of the night, understand?” he hissed before you nodded, scampering off down the hall.

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 You waited on the bed as you were told, your back arched as you put your ass in the air, your head resting in your arms as you scowled slightly impatiently. It had been 5 minutes since Tom promised he’d be back, and yet there you were. 

You began to play with the sheets between you fingers as you sighed quietly to yourself. But your head propped up slightly when you heard the sound of the door swinging open, a now completely nude Tom stepping through, a small box in his hands. 

“I was going to wait until tomorrow, but now seems like a much more... fitting time,” his smile was devious as he opened the small box, pulling out a thick, bullet shaped piece of equipment. 

Right as he twisted the bottom, you heard it buzz softly, and the realization hit you like a ton a bricks: the realization that this was going to be a long night. He stalked around you like a predator trying to catch pray, and you felt the bed dip behind you, and you heard him let out a sigh of content as he looked at your completely wet pussy, courtesy of the events earlier in the kitchen. 

“Fuck, you look so pretty all wet like this for me... this is for me, right darling?” he kneaded your ass in his hands before you could answer, “Who am I kidding, of course it’s for me.”

You knew what was coming next, knowing how much Tom loved your ass, and jus as expected, you felt his tongue lick a long, rough lick from your clit to your rim, making you jolt forwards slightly. 

Soon enough you felt two of his fingers plunge inside of your pussy, making you moan sweetly into the open air of the bedroom. His movements made the coil inside you tighten and spark, your need for release becoming more and more apparent. 

But the sudden buzzing on your clit made you lose your mind, release coming sooner than expected, your cunt squeezing around Tom’s fingers like a vice as you moaned out, breathless as his pace never faltered, his speed, (if anything), increasing as your body shook. 

Even after your high was ridden out, he continued, making you gasp. 

“T-Tom, I can’t, I can’t I- AHHH!” your babbling was cut of by another sudden shock through your cunt, making you scream out in such quick pleasure. 

“Holy fuck, so wet-” Tom was in awe of your actions, and it didn’t take a genius to figure out what just happened. 

You just squirted. 

Tom wasted no time getting down there and sucking your clit harshly, his movements driving you crazy as you tried to collect your thoughts and make a complete sentence. 

He was so high on you, so drunk on your taste as he continued to taste and tease every part of your most sensitive place. 

“P-Please Tom,” you begged, shifting. 

Please what? Please keep going? Please stop?

“Please fuck me,” 

It was a soft whimper, oh so soft, but he heard it, and it drove him crazy. He sat up and positioned his newly hardened, throbbing member up to your entrance. Without a second thought, he pushed in the tip with ease. 

You silently thanked god for the slick of your cunt as he drove in farther, and to your surprise, he waited. Waited until you were ready. He knew that no matter how many times he fucked you, you would always be tighter than hell. So he waited. He always did. 

But as soon as you nodded, his demeanor flipped again like a light switch, drawing himself out and slamming himself back in. Soon enough he set a rough and punishing pace, throwing you back onto him like a rag-doll as your body went limp, letting him use you. 

You jerked when you felt him land a slap on your ass, knowing he enjoyed the way it move after he did so, before kneading the flesh, planning on repeating his actions. 

You were whimpering and keening at his movements and pants, the feeling of him pounding into you taking you over, and the only thing you could think about was him. 

Him, him, him.

Not the fact that he had to leave the following morning, or the fact that the tabloids were a nuisance. Just that fact that you were completely fucked out and it wasn’t even noon yet. 

“Shit, darling, so. Fucking. Good,” he grunted, punctuating his final words with harsh, long, hard thrusts, accompanied with slaps to your already sensative ass. 

His pace was faltering, dick twitching, his pants getting more frequent and louder. You knew he was getting close, the sight of you so out of it only spurring it on. 

“C-Cum for me, Tommy,” you whimpered, making his thrusts almost come to a full halt, “Cum inside me, please,”

Tom knew you were on the pill, and it was always for other reasons, and he usually pulled out, more as a personal preference to you. But now that you wanted him to claim you, so intimately and so passionately, his movements went from 0 to 100, before he felt himself snap. 

This of course made you plummet backwards off the cliff of ecstasy, the both of you coming together as a symphony of moans and whines and growls filled the air around you, your body feeling as if it were floating as your ears rang. 

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You both fucked like rabbits till noon, the both of you feeling drunk off each other’s touch, just not getting enough. You were both starved all week after all. And it took it’s toll. 

By time you two were done, your body was weak, your muscles completely spent and you heartbeat doing it’s best to settle down. You felt Tom’s arms help pull you up, laying you on your back and disappearing into the bathroom. 

When he came back, it was with a warm, wet washcloth, and be began slowly wiping up his mess, whispering praise and words of admiration while doing so. You found your eyes closing as you basked in the attention and after-glow of orgasm. He was completely in love with you, he couldn’t stop if he tried. 

Tossing the rag off the the side, you felt the area beside you dip before you were greeted with Tom’s arms, once again, finding home around your body, and you immediately leaned into his touch, laying your head softly on his chest as he played with your hair. 

The both of you enjoyed the silence. His other hand drifted up and down your arm, making goosebumps erupt in its wake, the space to think being larger than life. 

Finally, you spoke. 

“I’m sorry.” you muttered, holding him just a little bit closer. But Tom being Tom, you knew he would milk it as much as he could. 

“For?”

You sighed, embarrassed that you had to admit it out loud, “For being a bitch all week. I was just angry. It wasn’t fair to you. Ergo, I’m sorry.”

“Apology accepted. But you’re buying me coffee on the way to the airport tomorrow morning,” he insisted. 

That’s when your senses finally took in the fact that it was still light outside. The clock on your bedside table read a shocking 12:23 pm, and you let a small smirk creep across your face at the Valentine’s Day sex you were truly going to be missing out on. 

Sure, it still made you sad that he was leaving. But knowing Tom, you knew he would do something special for you, no matter how far away you were. Besides, there was hours of Facetime sex to be had, and you couldn’t wait for that. 

“Do you want lunch?” you questioned quietly, your hand gently gliding up and down Tom’s abs, which always felt like you were touching marble stone. 

“Yeah. You’re buying though,” he contested, and you smirked. 

“Nope. I’m making. I was thinking tomato soup and grilled cheese,” 

You knew it was one of Tom’s favorites, one of the few things on this planet that Tom would die for, (besides you, of course).

“That would be lovely, darling.”

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“I’m gonna miss the fuck outta you,” you whined, standing at the gates, your doe eyes peering up at him as you held his hands. 

“I’ll be back before you know it, love, and you can text me and call me at the end of every day. I can even fly you out to visit if you want.”

Tom was doing his best to soften the blow of him leaving; it was hard on both of you, and it was supposed to be for 2 months. 8 weeks. 56 days. You hated it. 

“Love you,” you grumbled like a child, before hugging him with all your might, trying to remember this feeling to keep you company. 

“I love you most,” he challenged, making you pull back to rest your chin on his chest before leaning up and giving him a kiss, but it turned heated quickly. 

Before it could get any more hot and heavy (because the paparazzi are VULTURES), you pulled away. 

“I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss you more,” you replied. 

Suddenly the lady on the overhead speakers began to talk, “All first class passengers on flight 32-B to Atlanta, Georgia, is now boarding.”

“That’s me,” he sighed. 

Tears pricked your eyes unexpectantly, and before Tom could see them, you gave him one last, rib crushing hug. 

He pulled back with a smile, waving a wordless goodbye, walking away, but not without giving you one last look, mouthing the words:

‘Happy Valentine’s Day’

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