#saccharine

[gleafer]

I do spicy and silly, but every now and then…

I really enjoy saccharine. (It rhymes! Eeee!)

No story behind it, just feeling the feels of my first born turning 15 and me missing little feet with sweet, squeaky voices.

[spideyhexx]

saccharine - sharing the bed

saccharine - aka; cowgirl!reader who teases the shit out of him x billy who 'hates' you, or so he says.

sharing the bed

fem!reader, little nsfw

Billy tasked you with paying and booking a room at the local inn while the two of you made a stop in the nearby town. You were scouting with him, meeting some top notch lawyer that can help the gang’s endeavors. 

It came as a surprise when he specifically asked for you to join him on the trip (less than a 20 minutes ride on horseback, but nonetheless a trip, alone, with him). 

He addressed the group with his usual laidback confidence that made you swoon. So much so, you almost missed the way his voice perfectly said your name, followed by his instruction for you to accompany him. Later that day when you confronted him on it, you asked, “did you enlist me as your confidante for this job because of our kiss or…cause I’d-”

He scoffs, “No. You’re just perceptive. I need…perception from you when we meet this guy.” 

It makes you cock your brow and he shoves his shoulder into yours when he walks away. Most hasn’t changed since the two of you kissed. And frankly, you did not mind that one bit. At the most, there were more lingering glances and touches and that was fun enough. You swear to god, if Billy jumped your bones one of these days instead of just brushing his shoulder to yours, it would have you dead on the floor before he was even in you. 

You scold yourself for thinking about that with him. 

Billy had gone off who knows where, stating he needed to take care of some business whatever the hell that meant. But you knew better than to question him too much. You did like twice and he gave you the silent treatment and a look with his pretty blue eyes. So here you are, paying the lovely innkeeper for the room and trudging yourself up the stairs. 

Your eyes immediately lock onto the fact there’s one bed, but it doesn’t phase you. You’re an adult and the bed is large enough for you and Billy so who cares? Right? Right. 

You busy yourself while he’s gone. The money in your pocket was just enough to buy yourself a sad looking hat to replace your lost one, but at least it was something. You wrap one of your handkerchiefs around it to make it look better and when you stand in front of the mirror with it on, your shoulders sag. It’s not an ideal look but again, it was something. 

The rest of busying yourself ends in continuing the wood carving you had started. You were unsure of what exactly you were making, but it would come along eventually. Maybe you’ll give it to Billy. He did seem the sentimental type at times. 

Just as you’re gathering the wood shavings in a pile on the desk, there’s a knock to the door. You had told the innkeeper Billy’s name so she’d know to give him the room number. Jumping to your feet, you straighten out your shirt and smooth your hands on your pants. A quick adjustment to your hat is made before you open the door and he walks in before you can speak. 

“Hello to you too,” you say, closing and locking the door. 

Turning back to face him, he’s holding something behind his back and his eyes linger on the bed. “There’s only one bed,” he mumbles. 

“You can see.”

Billy rolls his eyes as he looks back to you, about to say something, but then he tilts his head, “you got a new hat?” 

“Yeah, I needed it, my head was burning up in the sun and I hate being-”

“Also I told you to get a room with two beds,” he interrupts, looking back at the bed, and you use that opportunity to move closer to him. 

“I forgot to ask about that, but it’s a fairly big bed. What do you have behind your back?” 

Billy’s gaze returns to you and he doesn’t even flinch at the fact you’ve moved close enough to be right in front of him. He just knew you would do that. 

“You forgot to ask?” He gives you a look, his brow raised, like he’s disbeliebving of you. 

You give him a dramatic sigh, “Yes! I forgot! But it’ll be fine, you prude, we can sleep in a bed together.”

He shifts on his feet when you call him a prude and his lips turn into a pout as your hand hits at his chest. “What’s behind your back, Bonney?”

Billy glances back at your hat, “That looks stupid on you,” he nods his head to it. A smirk graces his lips when you groan. 

“I know! But I needed one. So get used to this stupidity, I guess,” you grumble at him. You pause a moment, then just shove at his chest again. Billy purposely stumbles back a little and you know it. Almost makes you smile, but you don’t let yourself. 

“What was thar for?” Billy walks back close to you, his gaze ever so intense even with his calm smile. 

“I don’t know!” 

You throw your hands up with your words. Billy lets out a breathless chuckle, looking to the floor and you shift to try and see what he’s holding, but he turns before you can. 

“Take that damn hat off,” he tells you, waiting. 

Part of you wants to keep defying him, but he’s got a spark in his eyes and it’s making you weak. So you take the hat off and just toss it aside. 

“Better,” Billy says, and he moves his hands to his front, your perfect hat that he bought you in his hands. Your eyes widen at it, looking back to his eyes, then to the hat. “Did you buy a new one or-”

“No, it’s the one you lost,” he says, delicately putting the hat on your head, fixing it just right. 

“But how did you-”

“None of your business.”

You roll your eyes at him and his smirk is a legitimate threat to your sanity right now. 

“You need to learn to stop interrupting me, I thought you had some manners.”

He scoffs, “Only some? I have manners.” He crosses his arms in front of his chest. Oh. They look nice. Like you can tell he has muscles even through his shirt. Oh. 

“How did you get the hat back?” You try asking him again to block out your other thoughts. 

Billy thinks for a short moment before he shakes his head, “Like I said. None of your business.” 

Billy knew someone must’ve taken the hat, it was nice, and probably lying in the dirt. He went into every shop on the main street in town, hoping to catch someone with it on, with the reddish brown tie around it that he added. His luck of finding it was running out when he sees no sign, until he’s walking out of the general store, and sees a little girl with it on, too big for her head and her mother at her side buying some fruit. He initially decides to just let it be and buy you a new one, but he’d have little no money left so. 

He approaches the mother with his typical charming smile and a nod of his head. 

“Afternoon, ma’am,” he says, and the woman looks wary at first but gives him a greeting. 

“I’m sorry to bother you, it just seems your…little girl there has a hat that belongs to…a friend of mine. A special friend,” he adds on without really thinking. That’s what you were, yeah? A special friend. 

“I can show you the receipt if you need me to, my friend’s just been upset over losing her hat and I wanted to make her…,” he trails off and the woman seems to get what he means, bending down to talk to her daughter, saying something along the lines of this nice man says the hat they found belongs to a good friend who would be very happy if it was returned, etc. etc. 

Billy smiles at the little interaction and he takes the hat from the woman when she gives it to him, then he pauses. He digs into his pocket and takes out the money he had. “Buy her a hat that fits her with this. Sure she’ll love it even more. Every cowgirl needs her hat,” he says, before bidding them goodbye and heading to his horse with a stupid grin on his face. God he hates how he feels about you, but he can’t even hide it anymore. He’ll get his head together before he sees you. 

“You’re annoying,” you tell him when he keeps denying you how he found the hat. 

“Likewise, sweetheart.” 

Your heart does a jump, but you’ve already turned away from him, so he doesn’t see the way you squeeze your eyes shut for a moment. 

“Thank you for getting it,” you say to him and all he does is give a hum in response.

When the both of you settle for bed, you take up the opposite sides, so far from touching, yet it feels like you can still feel the heat from his body. There’s only the one blanket, so you share it. You tug it closer to you. He tugs it back more to him. 

You consider kicking him under the blanket but refrain because you’re not sure if you could handle feeling his leg. 

He falls asleep fast and you envy him for it because now you’re left with his calm expression and messy hair next to you. He’s just so beautiful. You’re not sure if he even knows how pretty he is or if you should tell him. Surely you’ve said it to him before, but he always wrote it off as you mocking him. But you wanted to stare into his eyes and tell him you thought he was pretty. 

“You’re pretty,” you whisper aloud without another thought. He doesn’t move, nor change expression, which gives you a sigh of relief. 

You watch him for a bit until you feel creepy and turn on your side, facing away from him, sleep slowly drifting over you. 

As the morning light shines through the window, you start to stir awake, your hand reaching up to rub at your eyes. But you feel him. Close. His chest flush to your back and his arm over you, his leg loosely tangled with yours, his breath on your neck, his groin…

His groin and the undeniable arousal from him pressed right to your backside. 

Your sleepy state doesn’t fully register it all at first until he shifts and you can almost feel how big he is. How nice it feels against your ass and how the slightest shift from you would make you rub against him, so close to your own pooling desire. 

Your eyes open. 

It snaps you out of the daze and you almost shriek, pushing your elbow back against his chest. It pushes his body to the edge of the bed. Billy stirs awake at the hit, but he’s too asleep still to realize his position and he falls off the bed, landing with a thud to the floor.

“What the fuck…” he mutters out, groaning, rubbing his chest where you shoved him. 

You quickly roll over to other side of the bed to see him, partially trying not to laugh, partially feeling very guilty. “Uh…I’m sorry?”

Billy, sleepy, messy-haired Billy, looks at you with his brow furrowed and his hand rubbing his chest still, “What the fuck was that for?” 

He sounds angry and you’re about to answer when he pauses, his gaze down at his lap. The blanket had fallen off the bed with him, but it still did not hide how hard he was. 

“Well you were kinda spoonin’ me,” you mumble, then put your hand over your mouth when he looks back up at you. His cheeks are flushed and he shifts the blanket so you can’t see his erection any longer. 

“I was?” 

“Yeah.”

Silence falls over the two of you and he’s trying to decipher if he actually made you uncomfortable but then he watches you try not to laugh and he shakes his head. 

“You can laugh,” he resigns, rubbing his hand through his hair, then at his chest again. 

You do laugh, just a little, then give him a pained expression, “I didn’t mean to push you that hard. Your head all good?”

“Fuckin’ shoved me, cowgirl,” he mumbles and you squeeze your thighs together, “yeah, head’s fine, but you probably got my ass bruised.”

A snort comes from you and it makes him smile. Oh you loved that smile. Since when did he like when you snorted?

“It’s not my fault you were a pervert with your…morning wood against me.”

“Okay, hold on, I am not…” he trails off and shakes his head, “I am not that. And don’t call it that.”

“What should I call it?”

He rubs his hand over his face, groaning, “just be quiet.”

“Will do, boss,” you say, smiling like a dork at him even though he can’t see it. 

But silently, you hoped he was also grinning like that under his hand.

[sailorr-art]

cringetober day one: heterochromia

[ainomirainikki]

'Saccharine' by Jazmin Bean is currently my favorite song, so I made some blinkies inspired by my favorite lyrics.

One of the many things that I like doing when I'm bored is making blinkies.

[64yrsold]

playing on my mind

“Where did you want this one, darling?” He called from the living room, and I rushed over to him, the floors creaking under me.

“Um,” I hummed, finger to my lip. He carried a heavy, black storage container, large enough to fit all my books and journals. “Maybe…”

He nodded, eyebrows pulled together. He adjusted the box, grunting as he tightened his grip.

“What’s in that box?” I asked, stepping closer to peek at the label.

“Bricks, maybe,” he shrugged weakly, the weight of the box tugging his arms down.

I smiled, “Too heavy for you?”

He narrowed his eyes.

“Oh,” I spotted the label, “Just set it next to the couch, here.”

“Sure,” he inhaled, groaning as he lowered the box.

“Actually,” I interrupted, stopping him just before the box hit the ground, “Should I bring it to the bedroom, you think?”

“Should I?” He huffed, walking past me to get to the bedroom. I followed behind him, watching his fingers whiten as he adjusted his grip. “Where in here?”

“God, not much space left,” I bit my lip.

“Are you doing it on purpose?” He spun around, catching me mid-grin. “You are!”

He dropped the box with an exaggerated thud, grabbing me by the waist instead.

“Doing what?” I smirked, letting him press his forehead to mine. I pulled my head back, frowning, “Ew!”

“What?” He laughed, squeezing my hip.

“You’re all fucking sweaty,” I grimaced, pushing against his chest weakly.

“Oh, am I?” He kissed my cheek, pressing his damp chest into me.

“Stop, stop, it’s gross,” I giggled, letting him push me into the corner of the room.

He pinned me to the wall with his hips, peeling his shirt off his back. He grabbed my wrists, dragging my hands over his soaked chest.

“Gross,” I muttered, and he pressed a sweet kiss to my forehead.

“Yeah?” His tongue swept over his lower lip, smothering a smirk. “Can I have a kiss?”

“Go wash your face first,” I laughed, and he rolled his eyes.

��Come here,” he grinned, hovering his lips just before mine. I could feel the sunlight of his smile.

“Fine,” I sighed, bringing my lips against his. He kissed me carefully, covering every inch of my lips. “You’re salty.”

“And you’re sweet, aren’t you?” He pulled back, proud of himself.

“I haven’t unpacked yet, have I?” I whispered. “Is my name on the lease yet?”

“Don’t tease about that,” he muttered, popping kisses down my jaw.

“Sorry,” I giggled. “Also…”

“What?” he mumbled into my neck.

“I think there’s another box in the car—“

“Oh, fucking Christ,” he laughed, exasperated. He leaned into me limply.

“I’m sorry!” I wrapped my arms around him, hugging him tightly.

“You’re never moving out, alright? I won’t survive it.” His cheek pressed into my collarbone.

“Alright,” I agreed, and sighed into his weight on my chest.

//

[canadiannationalfox]

Murder Drones TessaxJ fanfic - The Comfort I Dream of - warning saccharine but sad

The clear July night unlike the usuals at the Elliot manor, for once, no rain.

The light wind in the willows carried the scent of the lilacs and honeysuckles, the crickets sang, the fireflies danced.

Tessa and J were sitting on Tessa's bed. The two stared out the window to the stars and moon above.

N and V and Cyn were hanging out in the library tonight.

The young adolescent heir to the Elliot's name untied all her bows, letting her hair cascade down around her. As part of her nightly routine, she handed J a silver-plated boar-bristle hairbrush and sat perfectly still for her robot. This was her favourite part of the night.

J took the hairbrush and gently brushed the human girl's tresses, slowly and careful not to snag any tangles. The robot girl mused freely, not holding back any of her softness, "Gosh, you're so beautiful, Tessa."

Tessa smiled, the only ones around the manor who called her beautiful were her robots, and yet, when J said it, the words seemed to mean more. It was a comforting contrast from being called a "ragamuffin" or a "filthy urchin", it was freeing. Tessa kept watching the skies through the window, the night almost calling to her. Once J was done brushing Tessa's hair, she watched in surprise as Tessa got off her bed and slipped on her outside shoes.

J looked up to Tessa and asked curiously, "What's on your mind?"

Tessa put her hand to the glass of the large windows, she replied softly, a little whimsy in her voice, "I say we sneak out tonight, Jaybird."

J raised a gentle voice of concern, walking over to the one she cherished the most, "The last time we went out at night you got in so much trouble, are you sure?"

Tessa insisted with a nod, picking up her satchel and opening the lock on the window with a lockpick. She turned around after opening the window, the wind making her ebony hair billow about her like the wings of an angel, inviting in her soothing Aussie voice, "Please come with me to the gazebo, J. You love it there."

While J was a stickler for the rules, she did love going to the gazebo at the little lookout. She nodded silently and locked Tessa's bedroom from the inside before following the human out through the boggy forest up to the hill overlooking the manor.

Once there, Tessa sat on one of the benches in the gazebo, she called over to her protectress robot simply by tapping the seat beside her.

J ran up the steps and perched herself beside Tessa. Her LED display showed a slightly blush as she looked to Tessa.

Tessa reached into her messenger bag and pulled out the same silver handled hairbrush and asked softly, "May I brush your hair?"

Without hesitation, the robot girl untied her bows, letting her long silvery tresses cascade down well past her shoulders. J smiled before turning around to let Tessa brush her wig.

"On 'ya girl," Tessa teased as she gently ran the brush over the soft ringlets at the end of J's wig. She knew that the wig clips weren't weak, and she was aware of all the tricks to J's wig, since Tessa was the one who made it from scratch, yet she couldn't shake the urge to be as gentle as J was with her. The young aristocratic woman with a penchant for fixing robots gingerly ran the brush over more of J's tresses, brushing in an upward motion at the ends to make it slightly curl. "All the trouble I got in for making you this wig when I was 10, honestly it was so worth it, J."

"Was it really?" J queried back, a little still sensitive about how much trouble Tessa got in back then.

Tessa hugged J from behind, nuzzling against the soft silvery locks of her robot that she adored. "It was... Its suits you perfectly. You're so beautiful, J."

J knew about the sensation that humans called "butterflies in the stomach" and right now, she was feeling what she thought was it, she felt so much euphoria and warmth, she felt fluttery inside, like she was going to feel nauseated, but yet that she was also walking on clouds. The protective robot maid put her hands on Tessa's arms and lovingly cooed, "Thank you... for everything. I... I love you, Tessa."

Tessa hugged J more, she softly whispered back, "I love you too, J. I hope some day we can run away together... You, me... N, V, and Cyn... and we could fix up other robots and be all happy together."

J sulked a little at the mention of the others. "But then we won't have as much time together,"

Tessa giggled as she gently pecked the back of J's right auditory sensor, "Oh, I think we'd have a sunroom, and every night I'd brush your hair in the moonlight."

J nuzzled more into Tessa's hug, feeling a weird sense of safety, even though J was the one who Tessa built as both a companion and as a body guard. She giggled, "I wouldn't mind that at all, as long as I can still brush your hair every night."

Tessa giggled as she let go of J but started styling J's pigtails back up, "Consider it a date, luv."

----------

The warm sensation of the July night was replaced with a cold feeling, J's LED eyes opened, seeing she was laying in the snow. Her injector tail was still lightly swishing from her lovely dream. J was back in the cavern with the landing pod she was trying to fix. The disassembly drone hugged herself tightly, her sobs echoing through the cavern. She held herself tightly and cried out, "TESSAAAAAAA" before pulling her legs in closer. The former disassembly drone leader cried herself to sleep, but alas, she found no solace as she didn't dream of Tessa again for the rest of the night. The End.

[radiocam]

Chapter 6 happenings

[saccharyn]

“ if it wasn't for you, I could sleep forever .

but i'm not mad . ”

“ i want breakfast . ”

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[stone-cold-groove]

What a beautiful drink (for beautiful people). Ad for Tab diet cola - 1977.

[tgshydestan]

billford ahh song

[ssstupid-sssnake]

It's almossst pride month :}

[kookiekel]

this song is mareggiecore frfr (+a vibe)

[spideyhexx]

fem!reader saccharine

Billy knows your whole thing is being one big tease to him, to other too, but mostly him, and he is close to losing it.

He already had a rough morning after getting barely any sleep. Why, he wasn't sure, but the heaviness in his head was weighing down on his day from the very start. He forgot to pay the innkeeper, borrowing money from Jesse to pay off his room, but now he owed Jesse money. Billy planned on going to the saloon later that day to play poker, but he was dreading it. He knew his tiredness would make it harder for him to play and play well at that. Most of the gang left him alone, seeing the permanent furrow in his brow and the way his shirt wasn't even buttoned right, it was clear it was an off day for him.

But then there was you. You knew he was having a bad day, but you couldn't help it. You always teased him and he always bit back. Not as hard as you would hope, but the game was always a thing. You follow him around that day, having nothing of importance to do for yourself.

He thought it akin to a puppy following you around and every time he turned and saw your smiling face, he'd roll his eyes, his jaw clenching so tight, you were sure he was gonna break his teeth any minute.

"Bonney, do you think I'd look better with your hat?" You run up to catch up to him as he walks.

"No," he replies, his eyes looking anywhere but you.

"Really? Cause I was thinkin'-"

"Can you stop followin' me?" Billy interrupts, his gaze still ahead, so he misses your eye-roll.

"Listen, I have nothin' else to do so I-"

"Well, 'm goin' to take a piss, so I don't think you should follow me," he says, his tone sharp and he looks at you, giving you the quickest, fakest smile he could have. It only brightened your grin.

"Oh, c'mon, I'll just look the other way, I've been around you guys far too long to get weird about that," you tell him, and he seems to know it's the truth, he can’t fight it. He shakes his head. "Leave," and he points back to where his and your horses were.

You're not that easy. Billy knows it too, but he prays to God that you'll see how annoyed he is in this moment and how he wants his time alone. You poke his arm, then jab your elbow at him, "I think I'll stay with you, Bonney."

"I need-"

"I can keep quiet if that's what you really want, but I think it's best if I stick around, what if-"

"Will you just shut up?!" His voice raises, stilling his walking to turn fully towards you. Your eyes are widened a little, but you don't answer his question.

"There's no way in hell you can keep quiet, 'cause all you do is talk. You bother me so much like...," he trails off, then lets out a harsh chuckle, swallowing his words before he spits them out at you, "you're...you're like a pest. I don't get it one bit how anyone likes you. ‘M…’m done with it, I can’t I…you really are a fuckin’ pest.”

His words sink into you. It stings, though you know he's got merit to his words. That you shouldn't have bothered him as much as you were today, that you should have just left when he told you to, but you thought it as much a game as playing poker would be. But Billy is fuming. You can see the anger in his eyes, the way his words rolled harsh on his tongue, the only time you've heard him speak like that was to people the gang was rivaling.

It's hard to stop the tears from welling in your eyes. Your chest burns and you feel the familiar ache in your heart. You try to stop it, but you've never been very good at that. "Pest...okay. 'M sorry, Billy," you say, your voice breaking on his name as your tears start to stream, falling to your cheeks as you sniffle. Once it’s starts, you know you really can’t stop it. You turn your heel and walk away from him. Part of you didn't want him to see that side of you, but it was also too late. Billy's heart drops at the sight. His words echo in his own head, realizing how bad they sound. "Shit, wait," he says, but you keep walking.

Billy's shoulder slump. He's never seen you cry, let alone speak so quietly. He was beginning to think nothing ever upset you until now. He knows he lashed out, but he hopes you at the very least understand why he did. However, to him, he knows he shouldn't have said that. You're a piece of glue for the gang, even he could admit that. Your pure nature was friendly, he knows why people like you so much, but he still said what he said. He thinks about going after you, but he can't. His feet are stuck to the ground as he swallows the lump in his throat.

"Shit," he mumbles to himself, rubbing his hand over his face, pinching at the bridge of his nose.

let's chat about billy, here :)

[sailorr-art]

theophobia — Mirrorpaw is a small silver kit, with striking pale eyes. She has an uncanny energy about her.

[shititsarobyn]

Posting my oc ref sheets bc I thought art attack was this month and I crammed to get them all finished in two days 💀

Now y’all might know what I’m yappin about when I post abt these silly lil guys.

[64yrsold]

saccharine matty healy x reader

18+ oneshots from a sweet domestic life together. a bit of everything links are in the order i originally posted them ❤︎ (you can also find my favourites from this series here!)

inside your mind

the birthday party

nice sweater

i’m in love with you

medicine

tonight (i wish i was your boy)

sincerity is scary

mine

heart out

when we are together

milk

an encounter

me & you together song

about you

so far (it’s alright)

facedown (pt.1)

facedown (pt.2)

you

i couldn’t be more in love

happiness

chocolate

is there somebody who can watch you

girls

fallingforyou

all i need to hear

12

the 1975 (the 1975)

roadkill

love me

yeah i know

paris

streaming

she’s american

frail state of mind

the sound

be my mistake

settle down

menswear

sex

looking for somebody (to love)

a change of heart

she way out

if you're too shy (let me know)

it’s not living (if it’s not with you)

nothing revealed / everything denied

don't worry

human too

ugh

this must be my dream

m.o.n.e.y.

lostmyhead

oh caroline

undo

hnscc

somebody else

give yourself a try

intro / set3

pressure

then because she goes

anobrain

the city

please be naked

haunt // bed

if i believe you

the 1975 (notes)

shiny collarbone

antichrist

i like it when you sleep

by your side

playing on my mind

TOOTIME !