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that-starry-freak · 3 months ago

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Okay, wow, uhm-

This is my rant about Eclipse x Solar x Nexus i keep saying ill do. Sooo- yeah. If you don't like it, just scroll. Or block me i don't give a shit- im just ranting about what I like *shrug* (btw this is 95% for/about my tol au, so-)

Cw i do mention abuse a few times, because of Solar's Moon, dark sun, etc.

God i love these three so much. There's just so much potential, both angst and fluff (and a bit of smut but that stays in my head that is NOT going on my blog)

Like Solar and Nexus are both such needs and idiots. They both stay up late working, and insist the other one goes to bed (Eclipse ends up having to drag them both to bed).

They love working on projects together. People arnt usually allowed int he workshop when their working together, because if they have each other they don't need anyone else to help or anything- but they let Eclipse in once, and he got to see how they danced around each other and worked together perfectly.

They're all nerds who love science and mechanics tbh, but they all like it in different ways. Solar likes the hard work, the mindlessly fixing things. He liked the manual labour, the more mechanics of it. Nexus loved the science. He loves asking questions and learning knew things. He loves questioning things and people. He likes building and creating and testing out code. Eclipse likes the results. He doesn't particularly enjoy coding and building, it makes him frustrated, but he loves the results. He likes having a job well done. And getting to enjoy whatever the product is, whether its a computer or a basic machine.

Eclipse and Nexus can also understand each other. They can understand the expectation of who you're supposed to be. To be a remake of someone dead, but not really being them. Yet everyone expects you too. They've spent long nights sharing a smoke and ranting about how unfair it is. About how they weren't v1 Eclipse, or Moon. That they were themselves, and it wasn't fair people pressured them into being their predecessors.

Solar and Eclipse can understand what its like to be an eclipse. To come into this world with Moons hating you. To be called vile, to have a Moon laugh in your face. They may not have always liked each other, but they understand each other, its one of the reasons they became close.

Nexus can also help them both heal from their trauma of Moons. Plus, he isn't really Moon. Sure, he is a moon, coming from he dame basic code. But he isn't an old Moon. He's kinder, he doesn't blow up as easily. Its reassuring to them both, being treated so kindly to someone who pretty much abused them both (Eclipse didn't deserve how Old moon treated him when he came into this world.)

Eclipse and Nexus also know what its like to be left behind. Eclispe knows what its like to be left behind by Moon, to be a piece of code that he doesn't care about. Nexus knows what its like to hurt people and lose them. Yes, its different, but that doesn't mean they can't empathize with each others pain, because it is similar in a way.

solar and Nexus can understand each other's pain of losing someone you care about deeply. Of blaming yourself for their death. Of course. They dealt with it much differently, but still-

Eclipse and Solar both knowing what its like to die, comforting each other, reassuring them that they're still here. That they're alive. That they're them.

Enough about what they have in common tho-

like oh my goddd. I have so many thoughts bro-

Eclipse smells like cigarettes and leather and faintly of the vanilla candles Puppet lights in their apartment. Solar smells like grease and oil and sometimes chemicals when he cleans himself off (and then is forced to take an actual shower by Eclipse because cleaning yourself with harsh chemicals every time cant be good for your casing). Nexus smells like lavender (because thats the scent of the detegerant Sun always washes their clothes with) and faintly of bleach (consequences of living in the same house as Sun) and grease a lot after he's been working. The other twos smells are comforting to all three of them, reminding them that they're safe and content. Nexus eccpecially loves wearing Solar's clothes, and loves being in his arms, reminding him that he's alive. Thats he's right here. That everything is going to be okay.

And oh my god don't get me started on the forbidden love. The fact that Eclipse and Solar can't be in the same dimension till Eclispe gets a new dimensional signal. Solar and Nexus both crushing on Eclipse, but Nexus is the only one that can actually see them both, having to pass messages between the two. Of course they do eventually get to see each other again, but for so long they won't be able to. Its just.. sad

And AUGH im always going to be insane over rmy true loves kiss idea. The idea of Solar kissing Nexus out of desperation, because nothing he says can get through to him and ohmygod he's panicking- and somehow the virus he has just disappearing. The kiss curing Nexus, and bringing him back to his senses. And oh my god, the chaos and angst that follows. Nexus sobbing becuase of what he's done, feeling so guilty. The family not wanting to accept him back, Moon being the worst one-

Solar and Eclipse being the first ones to accept him. Later being Sun, Earth, and then Lunar. Maybe one day Moon, but thats a day far in the future.

And auggh, Solar and Moon's friendship. Moon hating his boyfriends but midly tolerating them for Solar's sake. Solar aclimating him to Eclipses, and he starts tolerating him a bit more. Hearing him say so many good things about Nexus makes him hate him more, though, insecure about Nexus being back in the family. Afraid of being replace.

Sleaking of being replaced, Nexus feeling like he's replaceable. That he's disposable. That one wrong move and he'll be thrown out again. Solar reassuring him that even if he is hell go with him. That he refuses to let Nexus be completley abandoned and manipulated again.

And god, all three of them have such communication, trust, and attachment issues-

Solar feels like he has to be useful to be loved. That he has to prove himself. That he could also be thrown out of the family because he's not from this dimension. He's afraid of being a burden. He's afraid that if he complains he'll be seen as a nuisance. That he doesn't deserve help or to get anything, that he barely deserves the celestial family as it is even if he does so much for them.

Nexus also feels like he has to be useful. That if he isn't, what is he for? What was his purpose if he can't help? He compares himself to Moon a lot, feeling like he has to match up to his standards, even if they're impossible. Moon has years and years of experience on him- he also struggles to talk about his own feelings. He bottled them up so much because he felt like they were stupid that he just doesn't know how to talk about them. The only time he can is in the middle of the night, and is usually with Eclipse. Solar will try to comfort him and almost baby him when he tries to rant to him, Eclipse will just complain and rant right back though, and he prefers it.

Eclipse didn't really ever have any healthy relationships. He's used to pushing people away and bottling all his feelings up. To lashing out at people. Yes, this version is much calmer, but he still has the memories of the ones before him. Hes still used to that being what Eclipses in this dimension did. He doesn't know how to talk to people. Earth helped him open up though, and Solar and Nexus helped him more. He's a lot calmer now, and it helps that they both enjoy listening to him rant. Solar will listen to him and gives advice, while Nexus will just complain with him in the middle of the night. He loves both, though it depends on the situation for what he wants to do.

Their relationship isn't perfect, though. Nexus will still sometimes yell and freak Solar out, and he has to frantically apologize while Eclipse calms him down. Eclispe sometimes will push them away, and will sometimes use their insecurities and trauma against them when hes frustrated eith them. Solar refuses to talk about his own issues, and it worried the other two to no end. Nexus sometimes will hit himself or bite himself to the point of denting his casing when he's frustrated or having a breakdown, not wanting to lash out at anyone, and this worries the other two so much but there's nothing they can really do to stop it, just comforting Nexus the best they can and restraining him when they see him doing it. Eclipse will be rude to Nexus, treating him like Moon, and they'll get into fights about it that they both always regret later.

The hallucinations Nexus suffers from also doesn't end. He still sees Solar telling him he isn't proud of him. He sometimes gets vivid hallucinations that Solar is still dead.

They also all suffer from horrific nightmares

Solar dreaming that he's still in his original dimension. That he's still being abused by his Moon. That he still has no one to love him. He has nightmares that he's still dead, that Nexus never got better. He has nightmares that he ends up like Eclipse, that he hurts people. He has nightmares that the family shuns him and kicks him out. He has nightmares that old moon shows up at his dimension again and he can't stop him this time, and he hurts him and everyone he loves.

Nexus dreaming of Solar still dead. Nexus having nightmares that he actually killed his family. He has nightmares that he's still under Dark Sun's control. He has nightmares that he never was saved from space. He has nightmares of Eclipse betraying and killing him, never having truly gone good. He has nightmares that the family kicks him out for not living up to their expectation, for not being good as moon.

Eclipse dreaming of Moon. Nightmares of Bloodmoon torturing him, of Moon hurting him, of Lunar killing him again. Nightmares of him betraying everyone, even though that's the last thing he wants to do. Nightmare of Earth hating him, of Solar an Nexus hating him.

They often have to comfort each other from these night terrors, holding them close as cooing to the and rocking them.

Solar panics and sobs when he wakes up from one, but refuses to talk about it. He shuts down once when calms down, and often gets up in the middle of the night after to mindlessly do work to get his mind off of it.

Nexus wakes up screaming and crying and often hallucinating. He ususally has to be restrained so he doesn't accidentally hurthimself. He always feels bad about it after, and just wants to cuddle and feel loved, reminding himself that his partners are here and they're real.

Eclipse wakes up in a cold sweat, quiet. Hell just sit there for awhile, before getting up to take a cold shower to clear his mind.

they all overwork themselves, Solar and Nexus eccpecially-

solar because he needs to feel useful. Also because working helps him not think, it helps him "relax", even if it stresses him out more.

Nexus because he'll get so caught up in what he's doing. He'll start working at like noon and he'll zone out and suddenly its midnight and Eclipse and Solar are coming down to drag him away from his lab. Or Sun, sometimes sun has to come after him.

They're just so sad and gay and such a polycule i love them <3

Im so normal about them, clearly (im sorry this is too long im not going to go through this and edit rn- there probaly really a lot of grammar errors and typing errors and spelling errors but im tired soo-)

#astro rants #Astro is YAPPING #Sams au #Eclipse² #Eclipse x nexus #Nexuschips #Mechanical lullaby #Solarnexus #Eclipse x eclipse #Solar x nexus #Eclipse x solar x nexus #Tsams ships #Tol au #Tsams #the sun and moon show #Okay thats enough tagging I think-#Cw cursing #cw abuse mention #Tell me if the there's any other cw I need to add

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little-miss-dilf-lover · 9 months ago

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this might sound super cheesy but can you maybe write tan or pietro with a reader who's this embodiment of femininity, always put together when she goes out, borderline clean freak, does hair and skin care, shy and calm, hopeless romantic, has this priscilla presley and sharon tate kind of energy? which based on tan and pietro, she's the polar opposite.. so yeah maybe that and add whatever you want.

- 🦢

hii honey!! just as my requests are still closed, im gonna write this as hcs/ thoughts. hope that's okay. and this is absolutely nowhere near cheesy!!! bc I FUCKING love shit like this. and im gonna pick tan, just cuz he's my fave (and i feel will suit better for this type of reader)💌

couldn’t resist, so I made some moodboards

so I imagine you to be this beacon of light and warmth, just this presence of comfort and serenity. and it's something that contrasts with tan, but in the same way, balances it out perfectly. I imagine you to be very nurturing and motherly and caring and it'll act as a magnet for tan. you will have this pull on those around you, and it makes others feel safe and cared for and loved

shy and calm and reserved at times, but very passionate

smart and calculated but in a nice way. very honest and true to yourself. finds beauty within everything. presents yourself well

you would love love. everything about it - the good and the bad. old couples eating together, seeing people on first dates, children holding hands, people opening doors for others, seeing people share food. hopeless romantic

always has a granola bar, tissues and a piece of fruit in your bag. lip gloss, sanitary wear (enough for others, just in case) and plasters too

some key words: everything has a home in your house. fresh baked goods on sunday mornings. bowl of fruits on the kitchen counter. open windows in the springtime. old paintings. cooking. fresh cut flowers in every room. healthy indoor plants. pinks. greens. whites. smells clean and fresh. put together. pure. kind. homely. divine energy. connected. crystals. candles. warm hugs. crochet blankets. vintage cars. willow trees. apple pies. wicker baskets. open meadow. wildflowers. washing lines. lace. silk. vases. regular manicures. happy. content. skincare. pomegranate. figs. strawberries. lemons. blueberry muffins. rabbits. deer. cats. the moon. the sun. venus. ocean. waves. forrest. lakes. ecofriendly.

you'd be like this pure, whimsical gust of light sent down. considerate. effortless

"darkness in the light, light in the darkness. one can't exist without the other" you and tan bc you balance each other out so perfectly

now im thinking what I said is cheesy😭😭😭!!

#ask #🦢#tangerine #tangerine x reader #tangerine bullet train #tangerine x fem!reader

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gamertales · 3 months ago

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Gotham, July 30th, 2024.

Hey, over here. Youre that blogger lady, right? Looking for info on the supposed ring of collectors of objects belonging to the Bat clan? We talked...well texted a bunch recently about the market.

Hah. Well i cant speak to this supposed ring, but i can show you my own personal collection. Sure its secured, i get a lot of people sniffing around so i try to keep it locked up, but im not stupid. No point tryin to hide from the Bats or what have you, this is just for the schmucks and their bosses. Hah.

Alright, if you follow me into my van.

Oh, yeah, i get that a lot. But look, im 52, i havent got the energy to flirt with 40 year old tired house moms. Kidnapping sounds like a lot of work.

Bit of a shocker compared to the outside, huh? Yeah, I had the interior and body upgraded a few years ago, added comfort and protection,still kept the rough looking exterior tho, keeps attention down.

Yep. Glass repair, window replacement, skylights. Heh. Youd be surprised to know how many small contractors making a living cleaning up qfter the Bat clan. Lotta companies downtown cant get insurance for windows, doors, ventilation systems. Gives us smaller guys a little more space to play.

After that throw down between Nightwing and Riddlers goons across from the Bank of Gotham last week, i managed to get in quick, and lock down the window contract.

This parts important, first crew on the scene gets to move in after the cops move out. Now Gothams finest do their best, but the number of small things they miss...

Take this for example, its a section of Nightwings glove with those fancy little spike things on them. Found it in the rubble under the skylight. Along with some mooks hand. Turned the hand in of course.

What? Oh its an informal alliance, but we keep each other in the loop, and let each other know when shits going down near em. If I cant make it across town, i'll send a text to the crews closest.

The goggles? Harley quinn dropped them a couple years ago, found them in the bushes outside the Exchange. Thats not the prize piece.

This. Two Batarangs from the Bat himself. To be fair i didnt really have to go far to find them. Summer of '19 the big guy landed on my roof. Hard. Dropped, rolled, and started running down the alleyway. Now i was dozing at the time, and that startled the literal shit out me. Cue the clown goons jumping on my truck to give chase. Big threw four of these beauties, making them scatter, and doing more damage to the van.

Four batarangs tho? I sold 2 of them to my buyer in the city. A collector of this stuff. He calls it "pretentious peacocking for poorly adjusted prats." Yeah, Mr Wayne is different enough. Only met him the one time, but he was very affable, even hired me to do the new windows for his guest house.

Made enough to upgrade ole Greaser here to their current condition. And a little.

Other than Mr Wayne? Im afraid i only deal with Mr Wayne; he pays fair, promptly, and usually sends a gift basket. No, i go thru his Butler now.

Right? A Butler. In 2024. Still, he seems harmless enough, spends all his time at charities i hear.

The Ring again? Look, im serious i have nothing to do with that side of the market.

...if you are really determined tho, contact Marc Belvedere, if anyone i know knows about this, itll be Marc.

Listen, i have toinstall some skylights at the City Hall in an hour, so i gotta get moving. Yeah, tell your friends Karl Aleksev is The Window guy when in a pinch.

By the way, what was your name again? Barbara Gordon? Like the Gordon Gordon? Your his daughter? Well, good luck, and be careful, theres a lot of money in this business, and money gets people killed.

Yeah. I guess you didnt really need that advice, huh.

Maybe we will cross paths again.

#batman #dcu #batverse #gotham #gotham citizens #bruce wayne #nightwing #harley quinn #barbara gordon #fan fic #thoughts on life in Gotham

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agaypanic · 1 year ago

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I loved your Malcom x male reader story! Would it be possible for another? Maybe he’s a new neighbour or an exchange student from England or something? Go wild!

The New Neighbor (Malcolm Wilkerson X Male!Reader)

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Summary: When Malcolm sees a new family moving in next door, he’s ecstatic for a clean slate. But a clean slate isn’t the only thing Malcolm’s getting from you.

A/N: im sorry but i did in fact not go wild, this feels pretty bland tbh lmk if yall would want a second part, i just cant think of a way to continue this rn :/

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It wasn’t every day you got a new neighbor. Most people wouldn’t think much of it; maybe send over some kind of baked goods if they were feeling nice.

But for the Wilkerson family, new neighbors meant new chances. They didn’t exactly have the best reputation in the neighborhood, mainly because of all the boys’ crazed antics. The family just had to make sure they got to the newcomers before anyone else in the neighborhood.

“Hi, can I help you?” You sounded exhausted, probably because you kept walking back and forth, unloading heavy ass boxes. Your parents were starting their new jobs today, but you didn’t start school until next Monday. So you decided to do a bit of unpacking when a boy about your age popped up on your lawn.

“I, uh, I was just coming back from school, and I noticed you weren’t there.” He scratched the back of his head, and you set down the box you were ready to carry inside. Realizing that what he said sounded a bit stalker-like, the boy adjusted his backpack straps and stood up slightly straighter. “Sorry, I don’t mean that in a weird way. I’m Malcolm, by the way. I’m your neighbor.” He pointed to your right, to a house and lawn that definitely stood out from the rest of the block.

“Oh! Yeah, I think I saw you and your brothers yesterday.” You walked down the lawn to get close enough to hold your hand out to Malcolm. “I’m Y/n. I’m starting school on Monday.”

He shook your hand, giving you a polite but somewhat nervous smile. Why he seemed nervous, you had no clue.

“Do you need, like, any help with this?” The two of you looked around your lawn. The movers your parents hired didn’t really care about putting the boxes in the rooms they were labeled for, or the house itself, for that matter. You were lucky it didn’t rain.

“If you don’t mind.”

Having Malcolm around turned out to be a lifesaver. He may have looked like a string bean, but you got the rest of the boxes in the house and in their respective rooms faster with him than you could have by yourself. Plus, he was able to unpack some of the stuff with you, which led to multiple conversations about different things that you apparently had in common.

“So why did you have to move?” Malcolm asked, flipping through one of your comic books.

“Parents got new jobs. Better pay, better school district, hopefully better people.”

“Did everyone at your old school suck?” You laughed lightly, sitting on your bed next to him. He closed the book, thumb between the pages to save his place, and looked at you.

“You could say that. Heard California’s more liberal than where we’re from, so there’s that, I guess.” You leaned back until your back hit the mattress, and Malcolm did the same. You both looked up at the ceiling.

“Why would that matter?” He asked. You took a deep inhale, and Malcolm panicked. “You don’t have to tell me. You know, if you don’t want to.”

“It’s fine.” You said before he could go into a fast-paced tangent. “It’s cool. Um, where I’m from, people aren’t really too fond of… They don’t like gay people that much.” There were a few beats of silence, and you panicked. What was wrong with you? You just met this guy, and here you were, telling him everything about your life.

“So… you’re gay?” Malcolm asked, fiddling with his flannel.

“Enough to not like me.”

“Well, a lot of people don’t like me or my family. They think we’re kinda crazy or something.” You laughed. From your interactions so far, Malcolm seemed pretty normal.

“I guess that if I get outcasted again, I have at least one person to hang out with.” You turned your head to see Malcolm already looking at you. You both smiled lightly at each other, as if in agreeance.

After a bit more chatting, you realized how late it was getting. You walked Malcolm out the front door and to the sidewalk. Before you could wave each other goodbye, you decided to bite the bullet.

“Hey, Malcolm?” He raised his brows, waiting for you to continue. You kicked invisible rocks, calming your growing nerves. Why you were nervous, you had no idea. “Do you wanna hang out sometime? You’re the only person I know right now, and you seem pretty cool.” Malcolm nodded almost immediately.

“Yeah, that sounds awesome! How does tomorrow sound? I can show you around town and stuff.”

You grinned, nervousness washed away by Malcolm’s excitement.

“Sounds good to me. I can give you my number if you want; we can work out a time or something.” He nodded, so you held up a finger, signaling for him to stay and wait, and ran back into the house. You came out a few seconds later with a sharpie. “Roll up your sleeve.” Malcolm tilted his head questioningly but did it anyway. “Couldn’t find any paper.” You elaborated as you scribbled your number on his arm. You capped the marker and started to back away towards your house. “Text me.”

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Malcolm in the Middle Taglist: @rattilol

#agaypanic #malcolm wilkerson x male reader #malcolm wilkerson x reader #malcolm wilkerson #malcolm in the middle #malcolm in the middle x reader

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denako · 10 months ago

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🧚‍♂️If you decide to read this i do not guaranteed that youll get out of it brain damage free🧚‍♂️

Aka the worst thing I've ever wrote

This is jotawes for those 5 people that ship it, also theres a "smutty" scene but written in the most nonsexy way possible

Also i wrote this 3 years ago so... Yeah

A love story i guess

"Hey dade!!!" Yelled jelen, the music was way too loud, she couldnt even hear her own thoughts.

"Oh! Hey Joleane, whats updog??"

"Not much, whachu doin here?" She asked. Not even knowing why she was speaking with her father in the first place.

"Chillin', but i was thinking bout goin home, an old fart like me has no rights to be at a party full of young horny people! Thats against the rules." He said sounding older than ever.

"Gonna take weather with me doe, hes old too. im afraid his old crusty bones will fall apart if he isnt careful enough" Joutaro added.

"Oh" exclaimed Jelean, a sour face painted on her face 👀🦷🦷😈.

"Ok den!!"

"You sound like you want me gone daughter!!" Jorato said with a bitter tone😠😠.

"NO FATHER i would never do such a thing, i am also afraid that your old bones will fall apart."

"Ok then, enjoy the rest of the party"

"Ok"

JOTERO left with weather report to do old man stuff at his home. JOLENA was glad that her old man was taking care of himself, she really wouldnt want to clean up his crusty dusty musty bones if he died.

Jolenaen continued being gay and dancing to the trash music playing on the speakers..

But then out of nowhere a group of girlies swarmed her. They were everywhere clawing at her like cats claw de... The thing... What do u call it?... The thing on the window.

IT DOESN'T MATTER OK.

She did not understand what was going on. When a group of girlies swarm her like this, they usually want to get closer to her. But not now. They were asking questions about her father.

What

They were asking for his number and stuff. She didnt know why as she didnt have the dilf eye. .

(The dilf e)

She shooed them away, there was no way she was going to give them the number of her gayass father. (She did not know he was a gayass)

She was going furious as some of the girliepops returned trying their luck again. But to no avail. Jolena was very stubborn and was not planning on leaking the personal details of her fathers credit card number to some random lady.

She then went and commited a few war crimes, just to spice up the night. She was now wanted in 13 European countries.

But then the girliers returned, she had no way to fight them and she succumbed to their voices squeaking like the goddamn rubber chickens.

Back at jootas house he was hitting that evil vvizard vveed with wes "weather report" bluemarine.

(Pictr of evil vvizard vveed)

They were both fucked up on the vveed. If jolana figured out he was doing this behind her back she would probably take and crumple him like a piece of paper. Then smoke him like he was doing with the vveed right now.

Out of nowhere Wes said " hey džotaro my dude, what about the funny... will we commit the funny today??"

"Oh, of course we will my evil vveather vvizard!"

There was silence for a moment, then joteroad continued "Thats why i took you here in the first place!"

"Ok then... So uh.. when will we start😳😳"

"How the fuck did you say that with your mouth?????"

Instead of an answer there was silence.

"Whatever... We will start once im done with this vveed"

"Ok then"

But unfortunately Jotroad was an extremely slow smoker, so finishing a single vveed took him about an hour.

In this time Wes smoked 7 vveeds.

He was so fucked up he could smell the colors.

"Ok im done😀"

Wes looked at him with his third eye 👁️.

Suddenly completely sober.

"Ok"

They started commiting the funny intercourse. It was very good and funny

They were... NAKED EWWWWW, but thats the harsh truth of commiting the funny crime.

"Oh yes my beloved, i am arriving" wes switched into being bri'ish for some reason.

Then he arrived.

The funny crime has been committed, they were now on an fbi watchlist.

Wes collapsed on the very moist joterod. He had no more energy. Very tired boy he was now.

They were laying on the couch in the living room, but jerotad didnt see any problem with this. He forgor 💀 that Jolenan actually lives with him, after being kicked out out of her previous home, because they found that saint jesus vveed in her apartment.

But still, she was probably gonna end up sleeping over at one of her gay ass friends house.

But THEN... OUT OF NOWHERE SHE BURSTS THROUGH THE DOOR

OH FUCK

ALL OF THEM PANIC, joleaned starts scratching her eyes out and screeching at the top of her lungs as he accidentally saw weathers naked dusty ass.

"WHAT THE FUXK DAD{€¶€÷{`{€" SHE YELLS.

"Fucking dont look then bitch" Joteroded calmed down really fast because he was still high from that vvizard vveed.

" I fucking cant see now, i have no eyes" jolanda yells as she holds her eyes in her palms like that dude from pans labyrinth.

"Sucks to suck" says wes, his ass still completely naked and crusty

"Yeah and go sleep večerníček is already over"

"Of course papà" jolened leaves like the very obedient child she is.

"Very well then" retorts wes

"娘指ェ州の時期日起再去拿" says joterodesad and then they both fall asleep.

Jolene ends up screaming the entire night 😊😊.

The end🌈

Hope you didn't enjoy👴

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dreadofthegrave · 1 year ago

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augh. whinging about life events

this is something that would be in a circle in twitter dot corn but i don't have circles here so i will simply put it under a readmore and assume that anyone who doesnt care will simply scroll by as i gen hope they will <3

anyways. last week was vacation and coming back from vacation i got thrown in the metaphorical frying pan. person who was supposed to be watching the house fucked off w/o telling us thursday afternoon (we came back sat night) leaving our cats and her cats (inc. a 5 month old kitten in a separate room) alone. which the other cats would have been fine alone for a few days but the litterboxes were full which makes me suspect she did not clean up before she left. kitten was left with no water and no food (she gave him food but he scarfed it down immediately. because he's A Kitten) and she had the audacity to try to lie to us!! about when she left when we straight up had proof from the security system logs that she was gone for longer than she said she was <3333

did i mention this girl is supposed to be living with us for a few more weeks lol lmao

we spent an hour and a half cleaning the house from the misc toilet and vomit stains around after having already driven a collective 7 hours home from our vacation spot.

we grilled her pretty hard after she came back sunday nite at like 9:30 pm and she kinda gave a half hearted apology and i emphasized that. i agreed to the kitten staying over (which she had thrown on me like. night before we leave) (she adopted the kitten the weekend we left for vacation) with the agreement that she would be taking 100% care of him which she was Not.

and then she fucked off again for all of monday. i think she stayed monday night but she was gone the next morning. she also sprang on me monday nite that "oh do you mind if i stay at my friends house the days i have work because it's closer to my workplace" (by a magnitude of like. hours) and i said yeah because it was LATE and i was WORKING the next day so i didnt have the energy to have a long conversation. i shouldn't have said yes.

she was gone all tues and wed. she didn't have work today so she should have come back to my house but she didn't because she was with her mom. didn't tell us that btw.

now it is thurs night she's probably going to arrive back way too late for me to have a conversation with her because i go to bed early. because i wake up early for work. my sister called her and had a long convo and i sent her a text message saying the kitten has to be gone by the end of this weekend because my sister and i have been taking care of HER KITTEN this entire week basically. when i already gave her a warning for being negligent with the kitten.

tired of hearing the kitten yowling the whole day because my sister and i are both busy and we can't play with him. me because i have my desk job my sister because she's prepping for her job starting next week. regardless ITS THIS GIRLS KITTEN NOT OURS THAT WE DIDN'T AGREE TO TAKE CARE OF

i haven't even broached the topic of payment because i expected to charge her rent for the couple of weeks she was living with us but since she's only been here like. a grand total of 8 hours (when she wasn't watching the house the week we were gone) should i just charge her for using our house as a boarding house for her cats. lol. lmao. im getting some payment out of this even if i have to bug her for it

all that aside. getting grilled at work for things partially my fault and partially not my fault and feeling indignant about it. got told i wasn't communicating well enough when i have been responding to every single silly little email that was sent to me so idk. maybe check your inbox then? anyways i have to finish a report tomorrow i've been putting off for. a disgustingly long time so this is a situation i put myself in but im still mad and stressed about it

good thing i talk to my therapist tmmrw because im just gonna be like hi :) the shit hit the fan my dude

oh as an aside my brain has been bad enough this week that i decided to take a break from twitter since i figured spending my limited free time endlessly scrolling through a collapsing social media site wasn't helping my brain trying to self-cannibalize. tumblr is. Okay. for now. debating filling my queue and leaving for x amount of time but for now i need some outlet

what else. had an onslaught of flies in the house this week. killed about 20 or 30 tuesday and wednesday. thankfully there seemed to be a lot less today so i'm hoping it was just a freak accident and not a serious problem. clothes dryer has been broken (still turns, but no heat) for three weeks now. repairman has stopped by three times with a fourth time coming. i'm about ready to pull the plug after the next time he comes and just buy a new dryer even if that's going to be $$$$ because... it's an old dryer. maybe its time is just up

didn't mean for this post to be so long LMAO if you made it this far you get a picture of harley (my mom's cat). i just gotta make it through this week [pained smile]

NINJA EDIT BECAUSE AS I WAS TYPING THIS UP THERE WAS A NEW KITTEN DEVELOPMENT. after i texted her she got upset enough to decide to drive to our house and pick up the kitten and leave which i mean. lol. lmao. i gave you a warning and you decided to still fuck off so that's not my fault at this point. she's still an hour away so i will probably be going to bed when she comes home. don't have it in me to have another 10pm serious conversation lol lmao lol

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inact-ice · 5 days ago

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Season 2 Episode 7!!

- zombie? In this show magics canonically real right? I doubt they’re gonna do zombies tho lmao

- if season 1 buck had decided to commandeer a giant shovel machine (forgot its name)like this people would’ve dragged him

- HI KAREN! Hens father left??? This fandom really doesn’t talk about hen enough bc goddamn

- bye bye hens dads life support

- hi Maddie

- THIS IS THE GHOST CLIFF CALL (I think) wow season 2 is iconic

- chimney is such a funny guy who always agrees with me, yeah PULL THE CORD HEN. Lmao not hen bringing up the rebar incident… you he indeed

- eddie stop serving face a ghost just called 911 for a man on a cliff

- EDDIE YES A GHOST CALLED 911 GHOSTS EXIST IN YOUR UNIVERSE SHITS CRAZY

- Buck no way you just said we gotta live one right in front of the the live one in question

- SEE ITS A GHOST

- no way Bobby’s acting like the idea of a ghost calling 911 is crazy, who tf else made the call? Really a random other stranger who left?? There wasn’t even a path under him it was ocean

- EDDIE STOP SERVING FACE YOURE MAKING ME NERVOUS! I remember being a student watching prospective parents creep on our class

- SHANNON! WE’RE GONNA MEEY EDDIES FIRST VICTIM!! Tf you mean there’s not a custody agreement.. how has this never come up before

- BATS! ABBY THE CITY NEEDS YOU

- Eddie stop serving face there are bats among us

- lmao Donald trump joke in hit show 9-1-1

- why’s everyone acting like the ghost thing is crazy, that phone was so freaking clean! And there’s the same voice, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN IT WAS A GHOST

- A GHOST CALLED 911 I LOVE THIS SHOW

- Why do they keep saying a ghost called 911, like we get it

- oh maddies talking about Abby… yeah buck you gotta leave her house man she’s not coming back

- HENREN! Nice to see you without the cheating arc queens

- still so crazy that I never heard about this arc like what

- henren being cute, love it.

- SHANNON! HI IM SO GLAD TO MEET YOU! … why did Eddie hug her like that tf

- Eddie stop serving face, the wife you abandoned who then abandoned you is looking at pictures of your son

- god Eddie really is so hot, like distractingly so

- omg Shannon Abby’s mom was sick too, you guys should meet up

- Shannon I’m so sorry to hear this bc I know that man’s lying to your face rn… truly can’t comprehend that he left her alone to raise a kid with the same people who badmouthed her after she DIED. I know lots about the Shannon backstory bc people love eddies drama

- wait…. Athena you saw the cops be incompetent asf and you decided you wanted to contribute to that? Well anyways

- someone should’ve told 9 year old Athena about the true crime girlies

- pull that plug hen!

- on a serious note, this arc with hen and her dad is so fucking good. Like no offense but can we focus on this instead of Athena’s thing and eddies mess?

- Carla and Eddie should get together fr

- Eddie be so fucking for real. YEAH TELL HIM CARLA!! He works 30 minutes from her??? LAFD IS THE BEST IN THE WORLD?! That can’t be true, what about Australia?

- awww christopherrrr i love this kid

- the police being insane again, wdym you’re bringing a horse near a firebreather, you wanted to die fr

- OH NO HE HURT THE HORSE! If this horse dies the police man needs to die on my screen

- police man this is so 100% your fault, FUCK YOU

- ohh not the metaphor for hens dad… how’s she gonna pull the plug on her dad if she can’t do it for the horse. Can someone like hold hen please

- oh hello little girl, hope this doesn’t traumatize you for life. And we’re just letting her watch??? Ok ig

- guys I actually don’t care that much about the horse, I only knew him for like 5 seconds and I knew he was gonna die the moment I saw that stupid cop on him

- so what’s the point of Athena’s little arc here, like what is this for

- SHANNON! Damn Shannon’s beautiful. Eddie Diaz you get your hand off of that woman’s car, have you lost it?? This is like a softer version of that scene everyone was freaking out about in the kissing booth

- OH SHANNON😭 it’s not your fault your kids disabled and it’s not something that’s a fault anyways, Christopher’s awesome

- wait guys I love Shannon, she’s so juicy and complex. Wow Eddie is a horrible actor, Shannon’s putting her shannussy into this and he’s like “I miss you” 😐

- oh no way are they kissing rn. Wait this is such a hot couple like guys lemme squeeze right in between ya

- ugh hi buck, hi Carla! Yeah that voice is me buck, move ON! DAMN! Can a woman not mourn her dead mother without a man whining about it. Buck moooove omg, if you’re so upset about it then MOOOVE! Yeah that’s what I said, you should have moved on a looong time ago

- FINALLY BACK TO THE INTERESTING HEN PARTS! Aw hen :( confessions to an imaginary daddy is gonna get me unfortunately. Oh she’s gonna pull the plug! Forgive him?? Aw hen, I wish they’d let this arc kinda breathe without the Buck nonsense and whatever random thing Athena had going on, but that was very touching

- like why is buck doing the end thing rn, HENS FATHWR JUST DIED! Buck this is embarrassing for both of us bc i forgot you still lived here tbh… like wasn’t he flirting it up w/ Taylor last episode? I thought he’d moved on!

this episode should’ve been called ‘a ghost called 911’. God why is season 2 so boring, and I still don’t get why you guys are so obsessed with Buck like all he does is give me second hand embarrassment and mildly annoy me. Ok onto the next episode

#911 ramblings #911 season 2

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buglyknight · 11 months ago

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800) i danced

came when it was first

coming up

i danced like

nobody was there to love

i became

hungry canines

tore blanket like

tearing strips of meat

could feel my bones moving

sent it off

wedding shotgun

i was me

every age

elementary school gave her a

Garra card from naruto TCG just so she'd

eat lunch with me

im dancing

care to dance?

i danced with your ghost

twirled you round the room

why so many of you asking me out?

not gonna choose

let's dance

only want to date me for four days?

sure, not like i have a say

let's dance

i'll make you a sculpture in minecraft

we'll blow it up together

let's dance

oops did i say i love you too fast

sorry, not gonna last, my bad

i'll dance this one out

want to make-out in maplestory?

i'll be a henny-whore with you

we can dance

almost fell down backwards

tripping over my own two feet

just dancing

roll it over the shoulders

quick stretch break,

all good?

back to dancing.

time for a concert

you only brought tickets for one

would you look at that?

you're the only one here!

let's dance

you never thought you were one for concerts

too many people, too loud

look at you now

you're dancing

oh, hit that high note

yeah, scream this one out

listen to those Layers

the drums are jumping

that guitar is winding

those synths are melting

oooh damn that shit's clean

woah that funk is greasy

dirty never felt so good

neat never felt so right

dance with them

for us at prom

the wedding night's on

that house with the alcoholic mom

dancing her off

ive never moved so much

grooved so much

i was panting with hunger

slow aching guts

i was the dog

i was a colonial settler during the witch hunts

i was a preteen girl

a mother feeding her cubs

i was me at thirteen

i knew what it took to kill a man

to hold a hunted fox in hand

i slipped off some flesh for you to chew

i became the spiders

i was so many things breathing in the room

i became all of them

i let them all become me

and i was dancing

headbang with the rhythm

i danced till you were just

dressing for the salad

i danced until you were

just another pair of hands

i twirled you round at the fair

we danced

spun you right out of thin air

i danced

THE SHRIKE came and went

stuck me to the branches and

left me as an offering

i danced

you were just a girl

but in this room, ive got the world

and a 26 year old feeling pent-up teenage angst

fuck you, dad!

i danced

middle school love affair

i danced

parents went to prison

i danced

brother with the gun

i danced

would you care to dance?

we should have danced.

i'm dancing

i'm screaming at the top of my lungs

there's a jet engine in my movements

i wish you would have danced with me

and this is it

let's dance about it.

you're just a sweater

a morse code letter

let's dance

a night at the fair

a breakup over text

who cares?

let's dance

an eighteenth birthday

a wish upon every star

what did you say?

we danced

sorry, did you want to play that one back?

hold on, i'm dancing

a dinner date

cheating on your fiance

let's dance

sorry

i'll dance

for every me

i'll dance

yeah, i'm crying

singing you a eulogy

but it's alright

i'm dancing

see me with my air guitar

jumping on my bed like a bounce house

pretty cool, right?

want to dance?

see my head banging in tempo

in band class, you got pantsed

quit crying, just dance

they said you had a small dick

jokes on them, you're packin 7 inches

dance about it

is it ironic you like when it's

called pathetic?

dance about it

hey, kid,

you never danced

too busy feelin caged

want to dance?

never were free enough to have a chance

wanna slip off those chains?

and into this new sweater

it's so comfy

mom gone to bed screaming again?

she asleep?

yeah, looks like it

brother stopped hitting you for a moment?

stopped abusing everything?

yeah, thanks, let's dance

slipped away finally, so,

i danced

you tired yet?

yeah, let's dance

your muscles screaming?

yeah, let's dance

your lungs have never been more clear

holy shit you can breathe through both nostrils

why do you keep cats around when you're allergic

'dunno, i like em

let's just dance

smile with your canines

looks more like a snarl

tongue between bloody teeth

front tooth with a chip in it

let's dance

look, you got out, kid

just a few scars to tell the time

he got hit by car

he mellowed out

let's dance

feel it through the shoulders

roll it round the world

it comes back with the downbeat

push it up the hill

and dance

smile, free

you alone in this trance?

yeah, so i held my own hand

took my own soul out

you missed your chance.

i was everything and

we danced.

i danced.

#102829 #poetry #poem

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whentheskittlesfightback · 11 months ago

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im going to give you all of my dreams. theyre crazy and i have them all in my notes app

ok so i had a dream were were like.. in my room. there was kanaya and terezi and vriska and rose and me. i saw a really long tumblr post about someone saying shitting 2x harder made them less sick. then me and the girls were hanging out. the boys were in my moms room, idk abt the other girls anyways there was alcohol and also a really big bottle of seltzer water that we were not expected to recognize but i did. anyways after drinking our not child drinks as children we were getting silly goofy. i said (basically) "shits crazy. some guy had a big thought and then made like jolly ranchers" and kanaya was like nuh uh anyways later we were getting lanched to the moon by terezi but the thing that was launching us was at penis level so it was funny. anyways right before being launched my terezi my dresm ended. also i said "i only have a coochie so i cant get dicked to the moon"

i dreamed that i was in a school assembly but i was on discord and i joined a server and it qas a server for an event from astrixs server and i sent tome of ypu cont fight the homestuck.in the gen chat and people started singin while i was at school and when i got home they were still gping and it slowly turnef into an au with slimesicle as john and amanda from thst one gamr as a cow and she did a thinv and killed everyone at once nd one of the ppl in the server sand this absolutely banger of a piano song reffering to slimecicle as slimeboy

i had a dream that i was just fucking chilling with like a group of 5 people. also before this i was in a store, that store i keep dreaming about. anyways there was a bunch of slides and they were red, green, blue and yellow. two of the people there were like "we gotta keep this toddler from going down the slides" and i was like "yeah ok good luck" and went to hang out with these to kids. one was blonde and tjevother had black hair. we were sitting on a bench and one was like "are you driving home " ane the other one awnserd and o said "were not old enough to drive" also the 2 girls at the slides saw this weird metal cat spider and they were annoyed by it but it cleaned their "weapons" (a scalpel, a knife, 2 butter knifes, 2 forks, and 2 spoons) and then my dad, some old guy and some tguy came over. the tguy said that they said they needed help and i said "suck it" and i thought "yeaj well you should suck it" and then suddenly we were in a restaurant and we just kinda there but just me n my dad. and then we were in like a school gym and the old bald guy was the teacher and i thought he looked weird and thats all i can remember

i dreamed i had an account called "eebydeeby" with a pfp of a white character and i replied to a comment that said ":33<english, please" with "sorry i was tired". the comment was originally replying to my comment which said "idk. prove it bt giving food to me and all the homestuck characters and uh..." the video was of them dancing with the text "im free"

i had a dream i was goin to the gas station but there was like 5 fucking tornadoes and that all merged into to one huge fucking tornado and everyone got sucked in and then we all died but the dream kept going. this guy tryin to revive us accidentally opened a door and behind it was someone he knew, and boom the end. (also i had a dream i made a binder,+there was a kelideo scope and dolphin museum?????

someone made a sculpture of will wood amd kept saying ross federman idfk

some bitch was afding sobgs to my spotify playlist and i got mad at them and texted them to stop

i dreamed i snuck into an oliver tree concert

and there was a bouncy house slide and left bc why tf would i care and i was striggling also it was like a GIANT empty room with like pale tan floors and white walls and then i was at a skate park w some radom ass kids and i also bought some soda at a gas station

i had a dream that it was cristmsd eve an we were praparing but apparently somthing terrible wad gonna happen and i was eating chicken wing (in hell) but like absolutely DEVOURING THEM becaus eu was panicking. also there was discord from mlp and some random bfdi characters in bubbles ans they were in hell. there wad also a buch if other people. then i wrnt into the bathroom panicking repeating "itsfineitsfineitsfineitsfineitsfineitsfine" and then i woke up for context we were gonna have some kind of celebration so there wad alot of people involved. also ther was this fight scenebat soem point where i pushed some1 off a bridge. he was evil tho. anyways it was kind hard to get up to where he was but i was used to it ig??? it was a store so we just needed some stuff. i cannot under any circumstances remember what the fuck the big terrible tragedy that was gonna kill us all was. also hell was in my bedroom and idfk where the store was. apparently the bfdi character in bubbles (one of which was bubble) bounced into hell where fiscord was just chillin ig???? and were also participating in oir conversation a noticable amount of time kater, like days, weeks, months, idk.

its had karkat and he was nice and also very stupid and suddenly a child and there was jade and she was just being jade and really cool and there was green and orange and a pool and a braclet and sand i think??

i got cool shirts but they werent real :(

meteor shower

i watched a gacha music video and it magically turned into the sisters that kidnapped bob opening a giant present and the nice one running away in one of those weird stripes bgs from gacha life

i tjink there was an asshole cat at some point but idk

i had a dream i was chillin w these random couple at home (nobody else was here exept us) they were really bad a t taking care of kids, rhey let me drink. but we played rhis weird game qhere i ended up having to wear princess shoes and cat ears. but it was kinda fun soo

i had a dream that i was just chilling at my gradmas. (the one with cats.) it was mislty normal but that more cats than usual camoe out. the cats were mostly normal cats but one of them was named blur and it was blurry. i was too scared ro touch him. i also couldnt see shit cause it was too dark. thwre was also this cute orange amd balck kitty woth big green eyes. and one wearing a cowboy hat, and the two real cats. also we werent allowed to turn the lights on and every time we opened our phones to read aomthing it turned on eye comfort and we could do nothing about this. and it was a bad thing. anyways i think the cats could understand humans, and i almost asked blur if i could touch them (maybe i did? idk its all blurry ;3) also blur was gray and magbe har blue eyes?? andbi think they couls teleport. rhe one with a cowboy hat was orange. i think theyre was also a glitchy cat but i think i just mistakef blur for that one.

ok this dream is hard to remember cause its from this morning but ill just say what i remembered. so i was walking on a tral and this like slenderman lookin girl with curly blonde hair (future me here, you KNOW who that was) said she is a cashier at a cafe . i went thru this weird dream transition into the cafe where my mom was (,i was meeting her there) and thats basically all i can remember dor a while. suddenly im in someones house. idk whos but i "decide" (there were absolutely no thoughts in my brain) to eat some random pills! anyways i realize what a just did and decide to chill in the bathroom until i die. yeah so ig i died and thats the end?? idfk

i had a dream i was looking at tiktok about trans boy and yelling abt it for some reason. then i realized i wasnt out to the people aprund me and ran and hid and posted a tiktok about it

i dreamed that i was watching spongebob at a pool and they mentioned gary and a braclet that i apparently owned appeared that said gary. it had little indents that you could put different letters in. there was also a book that had pictures of forests and they were pretty. then the pool started having HUGE ASS WAVES. after a while of that i decided it was too much and ended the dream.

i had a dream that it was mlp but a shadow twilight came and twilight was like "wow i used 2 look like that" and it was just kinda weird cause idk but ??? anways there was like a shadow rainbowdash too and fluttershy suddenly wasnt shy and didn't care about what shadow twilight said bc she changed her name and made it so she cant hear any sentences containing "fluttershy" (also, "i hate you, fluttershy" is a terrible insult.) also trans fluttershy real?! anyways lets talk abt before shadow twilight. it was jusy like normal mlp and i had a dream be4 this that i just remembered that i think transitioned into this one, so yeah

i had a dream me and a group of people were on some sort of school feild trip?? i thing it was normal for the most part, xept when we left. they made us jump into a hole to bring us into a room cause "ut was quicker to leave" but there was no exit and there was a video to watch and i didnt watch. i also kept forgetting ineant alone in the room. there was a window that was covered with slightly transparent material.i could see houses out rhere, and thought if i had an axe i would break out. anyways that transitioned into thr mlp dream so yah, i think it just faded into the other dream like google slides lmao

i had a dream that i was in a car and it was raining so hard and then i woke up into another dream where i was too scared yo open my eyes bc i might be blind. when i eventually got up i was stumbling around and went back to sleep. i was scared of something and then i turned my head 2 the side and opened my eyes really fast but i woke up fr starin at the wall. absolute whiplash snapped my head 90 degrees

i had a dream where there was these foir guys who looks like those isflatable guys tht flap around in front of the places that sold cars. they were red blue yellow and green i think. anyways thwy took carevof me but were really creepy anf it gave backrooms vibes. i think i ran away bc the blue guy made me swim and i almost drowned and also i was coverd in cuts so it hurt to swim

i dremed that i was goin 4 a walk up alot of stairs. there was thousands if the same phone charger sticking out of a tree which the stairs were on. somw kids asked for one. they were numbered so i wrote down the number so i could but it back later. i thnk it was like 2673. i woke up the bext day.then i got in a bus so i vould eat fiod i had.it was empty but became crowded eventually. it started moving. i went to ate my food. it was moldy and mostly yogurt tbough so i didnt eat it. i heard lwt i grow from the lorax being sung cause we were passin through thneedville. my dad called my name bu i thouth it was part if my dream. granny norma was being weird and saying thisbthat old people say when thyre tribg to sound cool while every1 was singing. she mentoined a homestuck character and that she was sad bc she didnt have kids and didnt knos what young people liked. but then dad called my name again and i woke up

#thats like every dream i ever had #these are all cop pasted directly from my notes app and have terrible grammar bc i disnt try when i woke up

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laneydays · 2 years ago

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you owe me, part 2 // billy showalter x reader

i dont rlly like this put here u go the long awaited part 2.

part 1 here

we're gonna IGNORE the fact that i was supposed to publish this like 5 days ago im so sorry for lying i had school and family stuff and guitar lmfao

anyways school is cancelled for the rest of the week cuz of a hurricane, i might start writing another oneshot ;) maybe vance? dont know! but i hope u guys like this, felt i couldve done better but eh :)

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after billy showalter had showed up by your house on his bike, your day was just a little brighter. he had really cared enough to go out of his way to deliver one more paper, just for you. he remembered, that you read the paper and kept it to make art or decorate your room with. even if reading the paper made you look like a total old man nerd, he went that extra mile for you. or in his case, a few blocks down from his route. the thought made you feel giddy and high.

you had came back in the house with a little more pep in your step, a stupid grin on your face that kept coming back whenever you looked at the flower pressing that you preserved on your dresser. the muscles in your face hurt from how good you felt. it was funny, to you. teachers would always say how one small thing a person can do can make another person's whole day. no one ever listened, including you. you thought it was bull, so it was amusing how the paper delivery boy proved you wrong. even if the flower seemed to shrivel slowly after a few hours, you couldn't help but think about it. billy showalter, of all people. he must be a goddamn saint if he can make me change my mind about him after a day, you thought.

"holy shit," donna had blurted out from the phone when you told her. you had hushed her, even if no one was there to hear you besides your sleeping dog early in the morning.

"he totally likes you." she teased. you almost stumbled, clutching the phone in your hand a little tighter. "thats funny, donna. well, i don't like him," you scoffed.

you told her that to get her to leave you alone about it. (you doubted she would) but you would be lying if you said billy showalter didn't intrigue you with his actions toward you. nevertheless, you owed him big time. so, begrudgingly, on the monday before school, you emptied your piggy bank and counted the dollar bills and cents to pay billy back for everything he did. it was five bucks. you sighed, it was a decent amount of money to owe a boy. and it made you realize just how nice he was being to you.

you pocketed the money, getting ready to go to school. you jumped down the stairs, alerting your dog. they circled around your feet, barking and jumping excitedly. you rubbed their ears, talking to them in a high pitch.

your parents said your name, making you look up. "i thought we told you not to jump down the stairs. you'll break something," they instructed with a disappointed voice. your mother was at the table, and your father cleaning dishes at the sink. you winced slightly. "yeah, sorry."

you sat down at the table, eating the slightly burnt piece of toast your mother had set out for you. chewing on it, you watched your mother open up the paper as she sipped her coffee. you nearly choked, coughing. she was reading the paper.

she looked at you. "yeah, where did you get this? we don't get the paper," she asked. drinking your water, you tried clearing your throat before you replied. "yeah.. you know billy showalter delivers the paper, right?" you said slowly. your father chimed in, "of course. he stops by every sunday to get what we type up." your mother turned back to you, finishing for him. "but he doesn't stop by our house."

you smiled sheepishly. "yeah. well, we're partners in class for a project. he stopped by yesterday because i told him i read the paper."

your dad looked over at you with a confused smile. "you read the paper?" he said, obviously making fun of you. your mother gave him a look before sipping her mug again. "how sweet. he's such a lovely boy. i'm glad you're becoming close," she said to you. "yes, it's about time you got a boyfriend," your father finished. you finished your toast, extremely flustered while your mother scolded him for assuming things.

you took a shy drink of water. "i have to go to his house later today. for the project." smiling, your mother held your hand. "good, that's good."

"don't come back late," said your dad. you stood up, grabbing your backpack and slinging it over your shoulder. "yeah, don't worry." you kissed your mother on the cheek, and hugged your father goodbye.

"be polite, and tell billy and mrs. showalter thank you," she said before you left. you agreed, closing the door. you took a breath, trying to console yourself and your embarrassment.

you walked to school. it was starting to get colder out, now. and you wished you had brought a thicker jacket. you spotted more kids walking as you got closer to school. you rubbed your arms, feeling the chill of the weather.

hearing your name being called, you turned around. gwen was jogging to catch up to you, finney following right behind her. "hey," you said to the small girl. "hi," finney finished for her, as she was catching her breath. you three walked together to school every day. it was a shame donna couldn't, her house was further away from yours. "kinda cold out, huh?" gwen said. you scoffed, "no kidding. wish i had brought a different covering."

as you got closer to school, you turned to the siblings. "i have to go to the library, i'll see you later nerds." gwen hugged you goodbye. "why the library?" finney asked. you turned away. "for a project. see you." they waved you goodbye as you entered through the double doors. there were less kids in the halls because you were a little early.

you weren't lying to finney, you really did have to go to the library. you wanted to put effort into it the same way billy was, so you thought you'd find a book or two to help you with research.

upon entering, the library was pretty much empty. it was silent except for the pages being flipped by the librarian behind the counter. she muttered a 'good morning' under her breath as you walked in.

the isles were empty, but you saw a silhouette of a young boy. you searched through the books, in the history section. taking out many, reading the backs and then returning them to the shelf. you were impatient, and already becoming antsy. you wish you could just find a book already.

you turned the corner into the next isle, stopping when you saw the boy. it was griffin. he was reading a book, when he noticed you standing there and looked up. he was surprised to see you, you noticed. "hi, griffin," you said with a smile. "hi." he replied. you approached him, sitting next to him. "what are you reading?" griffin tilted the book so you could see the cover. it was the shining by stephen king. "stephen king? he wrote carrie. you like him?" he nodded at you. you were a bit shocked that a kid as young as him would be into that stuff. but he was smart, so it was probably okay.

"what are you doing here?" griffin asked you this time. he was right, you weren't usually in here. "i'm looking for a book. for a project."

"is it the one with billy?" he asked quickly. you almost stuttered, he was fast. you swallowed. "yeah. how'd you know?" you asked. griffin closed his book. "he told me." you smiled. "oh yeah? what else did he say?" you joked. the boy looked up at you. "he said you make him nervous sometimes."

you pressed your lips together tightly. a weird tight feeling in your stomach. "oh." griffin shook his head lightly, his curls bouncing. "but in a good way, he said. i don't know." the weird feeling was replaced by a new once, a weird kind of knot. you smiled sheepishly.

"he likes you. you should be friends," the boy said. you looked away, trying to tame the heat in your face. "o-okay. i just need a book first," you laughed. griffin asked what type of book you needed. you told him what your project was about, and he got up enthusiastically, taking your hand and dragging you into an isle.

"this one," he said, taking out a book and holding it out to you. taking it gently from his hands, you read the back. it was great for your project. you looked back up at him, smiling. "this is perfect. thanks, griffin!"

he smiled bashfully, his freckled cheeks rosy. you looked up at the clock, at the time. "the bells gonna ring in a minute," you looked at him. "want me to walk you to your first period?" griffin smiled wider. "okay. but its in the sixth grade hall," to which you replied that it was okay. you checked out your book, and the younger boy hung onto your hip the whole time.

the bell had rung as you walked out the door with griffin, the book tucked into your backpack safely. griffins classroom was a little further than expected, but it was okay. you said goodbye to him and went back to yours. you kept thinking about him as you sat down, and how you really saw him as a little brother. it was a sweet feeling.

the period was unfortunately very boring. you were learning about the layers of the earth, and honestly, you weren't really paying attention. you were just doodling all over your paper. until you felt a pinch in your back. you turned around to see robin arellano. "you free after school today?" he whispered. you shook your head. "no, i have to work on a project with billy showalter. sorry." robin's eyebrows furrowed, confused. "huh? showalter? for real?" you nodded, shrugging with a smile before turning back to your paper.

you continued drawing before a piece of wrapped gum dropped on your paper with a smiley face and an '-R' written on it messily. you turned around, blowing robin a joking kiss. he 'caught it' in the air, and held it to his chest. you held your hand to your mouth, trying to stop yourself from laughing as you unfolded the gum wrapper and placing it in your mouth.

the bell rang, the class was over. you didn't listen to whatever your teacher was saying, and you just packed your stuff to leave, stopping by the door to wait for a slow robin. he caught up to you, and you walked together.

"so, you and billy?" he asked. he had a teasing look on his face. what was it with people joking about you and billy? "yeah, i have a project with him in civics." robin rolled his eyes, looking off. "just say you're going out with him. i've seen you giving him heart eyes across the lunchroom before." you turned to him swiftly, pushing him harshly. "shut up! i do not!" you growled, a furious heat in your cheeks. robin held his hands up, trying to defend himself from your wrath as he giggled uncontrollably.

you sighed angrily. "i'm serious, though... its just a project," you mumbled. robin flashed a smile. "sure, okay. i'll see you later." you were about to make him stay so you could keep defending yourself, but you just sighed once more as you watched robin head off to his next class. you would keep getting teased. and you would be lying if you said you didn't have a crush on billy showalter.

you sat down in your next class, trying console yourself. it's not like you liked him that much. maybe the reason you disliked him at first, was because you wanted an excuse. but it was hard, with his stupid smile and his stupid laugh, and his stupid hair and his stupid job. it was stupid. you were stupid. you hated having crushes.

the rest of your classes went by faster. they mostly consisted of you laying your head on the desk and sleeping, and or ignoring anyone who tried to ask what was wrong with you. the only person you'd answer was donna.

"you're a mess," she shook her head. you peeked up at her. "no kidding." she sighed, slumping down next to you. "maybe you should just talk to him." sitting up straighter, you took a deep breath. "i will. when i see him."

donna looked at you pitifully. she knew how much you hated these type of things. you looked back at her, reading her eyes and sighing. "don't look at me like that. i'll get over it, i always do." donna pushed your arm slightly. "but do you want to get over it? it's nice when someone likes you, yknow," she told you. you didn't reply, you only put your head in your hands and groaned.

lunch came quickly. you sat down with robin, finney, donna, and gwen, chewing on an orange slice. they were talking about whatever while you zoned off, thinking about the upcoming week and your assignments. until there were fingers snapping in front of your face. you looked up to robin leaning toward you and snapping from across the table. you smacked his hand down with a growl. he sat back with a grin. "stop daydreaming about your boyfriend," he giggled. your eyebrows furrowed and you stood up in your seat, your hands placed firmly on the table. leaning forward, you gave robin a mouthful. "he is not my boyfriend!" you exclaimed with a heated face. finney and gwen looked at you both with puzzled expressions, while donna seemed concerned.

"leave them alone, robin," she whispered. taming your outburst, you looked away shamefully. you saw griffin and billy sitting with each other. and bruce yamada, was his name? sat with them, too.

"wait, you have a boyfriend?" gwen said dumbly. you sighed with a dry chuckle. "no. it's a long story." gwen and finney looked at each other before the curly haired boy shrugged. he looked at you again. "is it billy?" he questioned innocently. you shut your eyes tightly. "ugh," you groaned, and that told the siblings what they needed to know.

you felt the dread set in your stomach as you walked to your period after lunch. it was funny to you how people described getting butterflies as a cute fluttery feeling. you didn't get those. it was more like fuzzy worms crawling inside your organs. both of them still came from the same thing however; and it was liking someone. the someone that happens to be out of your league, and the someone you completely denied your feelings for a few days ago. you huffed, you weren't gonna be a pussy about it.

you sat down in your seat, watching as students piled in after you. you didn't care, until billy walked in. your chest tightened a little and you watched him sit down in his seat, his hair framing his face perfectly. he looked back, and caught your eye. he gave you a comforting smile, and your heart squeezed, giving him a simple wave back.

no! don't let him seduce you with his attractive antics! you furiously told yourself, placing your fuming head in your hands.

everyone was seated, your teacher beginning to speak. "settle down. settle down," she projected. people got quieter.

she interlaced her hands together. "alright, this period will be dedicated to working on your project. i will pass out a paper to fill in information, but remember it will have to be put on a project board. you may use your notes for it aswell," your classmates got louder once again. she cleared her throat angrily. "don't think this is a free period. i will be watching you and making sure you're actually working," she snapped. they muttered words under their breath.

"thank you. now, you may join with your partner while i pass out the paper."

everyone stood up, giggling and gossiping. you pushed your chair back dramatically, making your way to billy. you made eye contact, but you immediately looked away as you sat next to him. "hey," he greeted. "hi," you replied.

he coughed awkwardly when your teacher came to you, giving you one paper. you looked up at her confusedly. "don't we need another?" she nearly rolled her eyes at you. "we're sharing," she sighed. you slumped down in your seat slightly at her annoyed tone as she walked away.

billy looked at you again. "so, do you have any ideas?" he asked. he wanted to get you talking. he wanted you to talk to him, and hear your voice.

you perked up. "yeah! i do. i actually went to the library this morning because it felt like you were doing all the work, and you're probably smarter than me and i wanted to carry my own weight, y'know? so i got a book," you rambled, taking out the hardcover book. you mentally pinched yourself at what you said. sometimes billy made you want to talk ten times more or never talk again. the latter seemed more appealing when you looked up to see an embarrassed look on his face, his cheeks flushed.

"i-i'm sorry," you stuttered. "i didn't mean-" you cleared your throat. just stop talking, you screamed internally.

"you're smart, too," billy mumbled. you almost crumpled the paper from how tight you gripped it. you laughed nervously, averting your eyes to the paper. you tapped your pen anxiously on the table, extremely aware of the noise it made. "so, do you still want me to come over after school? to study, i mean. you got the supplies, right?" billy nodded at you. "yeah, i did. my mom freaked out i was having a friend over."

you stopped tapping the pen. "oh, was she not expecting it? sorry," you fretted. billy shook his head. "no, no." he looked away bashfully. "it's just, erm. she- uh," the boy stuttered. he cleared his throat when he saw you blink. "nevermind," he muttered.

it took a lot in you not to laugh at his embarrassment. and billy recalled the conversation he had the previous morning with his mother, and it made him even more embarrassed.

he had just gotten back from delivering papers, feeling extra good about the gratitude he saw on your face. his dog barged in before him, alerting his mother standing by the coffee maker.

"what took you so long?" she tapped the counter suspiciously. billy hung up his bright jacket on the hook by the door. "i delivered an extra," he replied. his mother sighed. "you know you're supposed to stick to your route, billy."

he shrugged, sliding into a chair at the table. "it was just someone from school.." he said shyly. unbeknownst to him, the woman felt a knowing switch in her mind.

"and i hope you don't mind them coming over after school. we have a project together," he stated innocently. she folded her arms, a grin on her face. "are you two dating?"

billy choked. "mom! no, i- they're just-" he stumbled over his words angrily, a furious flush on his face. he stood up, stomping upstairs to his room while his mother giggled.

he shook his head back into the present. "let's just work on this," he sighed loudly. you grinned at him warmly.

the class period consisted of billy doing most of the talking. he was really serious about school. you would add on your own knowledge and he would smile excitedly and scribble it down on the note paper. it made the wormy feeling in your stomach disappear. maybe the worms actually turned into butterflies.

eventually you took out the book you had checked out after you two went through all of the notes. you opened it up to the table of contents, sliding it over between you two and letting billy read the contents. you pointed your finger at a chapter, "i thought this one had a lot of good information." he nodded, flipping the paper to the right page number and leaning towards you to read what was inside. you held your breath as you saw the details of his face, the curl of his eyelashes. he looked up at you again to find you were already staring, and he swallowed, leaning back after he saw your face close to his.

you checked your watch awkwardly. "it's almost time to go. we can finish the notes at your house, yeah?" you asked. billy agreed. "yeah."

the teacher tried to tell everyone goodbye, but without success. the bell rung and everyone bolted. you waited for billy by the door as he got his stuff, and you two walked out together.

the halls were crowded, you and billy pressed shoulder to shoulder to get through without running into someone. you felt a sharp tug at the back of your hood, making you step backwards and grab billy's shoulder for balance, making him stop as well.

you turned around to see robin with a shit-eating grin on his face, looking from you to billy and back to you. huffing, you fixed your hood. "you scared the shit out of me. come on, you're crowding the halls," you snapped, taking robins hand and dragging him forward next to you and billy as you kept walking. the bandana wearing boy couldn't help but giggle at you two, and you almost pushed him into the wall telling him to shut up.

you made it out of the school, turning to robin. "fuck you," you said bluntly. he held a hand to his heart, "you make me blush." you sighed. "you make me blush too, unfortunately. tell finney and gwen i'll see them tomorrow, i'm going with billy for the project."

robin winked at you. "right, the project." you held back an angry remark, holding your breath instead and grabbing billy. "let's go.." you muttered. the blonde smiled awkwardly as he led you to the bike rack by the school.

you stopped as you watched him put in the lock combination for the bike. he held the handlebars. "wait, i don't have a bike," you said quickly. billy hesitated. "oh, right."

he thought for a moment. "you can ride on the back. just.. hold on," he told you, swinging his leg over. you nodded slowly, stepping over and sitting down, holding onto the sides of the bike. to say this was a very awkward situation was a huge understatement. nevertheless, billy pushed onto the pedals, harder because of your extra weight. he tried very hard to not show how weird he felt in the moment. he had scooted forward so you had room to sit, but it was tight, and you were nearly pressed against his back. he didn't know if it was the sun but he felt incredibly warm in the moment.

he must have ridden over a tree root, because you both felt a bump, and you reached forward on instinct and clutched billy's shoulder so you wouldn't fall over. "sorry," you breathed onto his back. "it's fine," he said. no, it wasn't fine, he almost crashed the bike but it was okay, he didn't want you to fall.

finally, you arrived at his house. you stared up in awe at it, the front door a pretty blue color. you finally jumped off the bike, billy kicking the kickstand down by his garage. "sorry if my mom is weird," billy told you, unlocking the front door with the key in his pocket.

he opened it, and you walked in. the inside was even prettier. you knew billy lived in a pretty white kid home, but it was still nice. until you heard barking, and saw a golden blur and felt a pressure on your chest. you were on the ground now, a golden heap of fur between your legs and barking at you. now winded, billy's dog began to lick your fingers.

he immediately grabbed it, yelling "no," or "bad dog." you held yourself up with your hands. billy turned to you after calming his pet down, rushing to help you up and rambling nervously. "are you okay?" "i'm so sorry," "are you hurt?" he helped you up on your feet, and you patted his shoulder reassuringly. "i'm okay, don't worry." he sighed.

"who's this?" a voice said. you turned your head, to see a woman with a striking resemblance to the boy next to you. puffy blonde hair, with pink lips and glittery blue eyeshadow. you smiled. "hi, i'm billy's friend. i came to work on a project with him, i hope you don't mind." the woman smiled, flashing her pearly white teeth. "oh, yes! billy told me about you, it's so nice to meet you!" she gushed, grabbing your hand and clasping it between her red nail painted hands.

"would you like anything to eat, or drink?" she asked cheerfully. you shook your head. "i'm okay. thank you, ms. showalter."

she smiled. "of course. you two hurry on up and get your work done," she ushered. you and billy looked at each other. he pointed to the stairs.

you sat down on a chair in his room, spinning and admiring the interior. the habitat of billy showalter. he had a few posters up, and a messily made bed. "cool room," you said. he sat down on his bed, opening his notes. "thanks. i have the poster board over there, so we can start working on it now," he got straight to the point. you sighed, throwing you head back as you spun. "oh, right," you groaned.

billy stopped for a moment, watching you spin around endlessly, and then back to the binder in his hands. he looked back up. "we don't have to do this, you know."

you stopped spinning, feeling dizzy as you turned to him. "i thought you wanted to?" you asked, confused. he sighed. "you think i actually like doing schoolwork?" you bounced your leg. "yeah, you're like, the grade golden boy," you stated, waving your hand around. billy shrugged. "i'm still a teenager."

you watched him as he put the binder back in his backpack. "then what did i come here for?" ouch. did you not want to be here? billy inhaled. "we could do teenager stuff?"

"i don't do drugs!" you said frantically. billy stuttered in shock. "i don't either! i meant like, cards or something!"

you blinked. oh, that was embarrassing. you couldn't ever see billy doing that stuff either. "okay, okay, good. keep being golden."

speaking of golden, billy's dog burst through the door, trotting laps around you and the boy excitedly. you ran your hands through its thick fur, it turned around to sniff and invade your personal space in reply. you laughed, it tickling your ears with its breath. "what's the name?" you asked. billy watched you carefully. he was glad you liked dogs. "cooper." you rubbed cooper's ears, staring into his big black eyes. "he's cute."

he watched you, his heart swelling. he was really, really glad you liked dogs.

"so, you got a girlfriend?" you asked out of the blue. you were actually curious. not that you would be jealous or anything. he just looked at you, a furrow in his brow. "what? no." you looked at him in return. "a boyfriend..?" billy shook his head furiously. "i don't have anyone." you gave him an 'oh' face. he hesitated, looking away. "do you?"

you set your hands in your lap, cooper licking your fingers. "no, i don't. do you like anyone?"

"maybe," he replied. "what about you?"

you broke eye contact sheepishly. "maybe."

it was quiet for a few moments, neither of you looking at each other. you coughed. "so, what about those cards?" billy got up from his bed, you on the floor. he got the pack of cards from his bedside and sat down on the floor directly in front of you. "you know how to play uno?" you squinted. you had seen them in the grab 'n go, but you never cared to buy them. "no."

he smiled at you. that god awful, perfect smile that made you want to crush him. "cool, i'll teach you then."

he distributed the cards between you, each getting seven. you had grinned idiotically while you watched him struggle to shuffle the cards.

"okay, so basically, you have to match the card to the one the other person puts down. so if i put down a green 8, you have to put down a green card or an 8. but there are also special cards, and they can make the other person draw more cards, or skip them. but the objective is to get rid of all your cards. you get rid of them, you win. got it?" he looked up at you from his eyelashes. you nodded. he explained it well. "okay."

he set down his card. a red 4. you looked through your cards, making sure he didn't see any as you set down a red card. he set down his, and it kept going between you. either of you would put down a plus two or plus four and the other would groan dramatically, the other laughing. billy won, eventually. so you played again, over and over. and billy beat you every time.

"you've gotta be cheating," you huffed. you were a sore loser. he squinted. "beginners.. misfortune?" he said questionably. you threw your cards up. "man, thats not even a thing, you just wanna make me feel better." he chuckled at you. "yeah." billy scratched cooper's chin. he sat next to both of you the entire time, wagging his tail when either of you got excited.

you were interrupted when billy's mom called you and him from downstairs. "i made dinner!" she sang. you checked your watch. "ah, i didn't realize it was that time."

billy and you headed downstairs. you smelt the food she prepared, and it smelt good. "thank you for dinner, mrs. showalter. i hope you don't mind." she set down the hot plates on the table, your silverware already out and ready. "of course not! billy's father is coming home late because of work, so i really appreciate the company. and billy does, too," she winked at you, making your cheeks warm. you sat down at the table, billy across from you next to his mom. she instructed you to eat, and you started. it was delicious, noodles and cheese and bacon bits sprinkled on the top. good thing you remembered your table manners, or else you would have wolfed the whole thing down.

"so, you two. how's the project going on?" she asked you. you stopped eating for a moment, looking at billy who was already looking at you. you tried to hold back a smile. "it's, uh, going good. we have the notes ready."

she nodded. "that's good." it was silent after that, just the sound of the forks on the plate as you ate. you looked at billy again, who was trying to hide his smile as well. you decided not to tell her that you two were just playing cards the whole time.

you all finished up, bringing your plates to the sink to wash them. "billy, would you take out the trash, please?" his mother asked over her shoulder. he nodded, pulling the trash bag out of the trashcan and leaving your view. mrs. showalter stood next to you, drying the plates you cleaned. "so, are you two dating?" she asked innocently.

heat bloomed in your cheeks, and you scrubbed a little harder. "aha, no, it's not like that, we're just friends." whether you were trying to convince her or yourself, it didn't work. she sighed. "denial, denial. from a mother, i see how my boy looks at you. and i see how you look at him. look a little harder, okay?" she murmured sweetly. you handed her the last plate. you hated it, but she was right.

billy came back, and told you it was getting late. almost 7:00. you went upstairs to retrieve your stuff to go home.

you had to say something to him now. "i never got to thank you, by the way. for the newspaper," you said slowly, slinging your backpack over your shoulder. billy was sat on his bed.

he shrugged. "it's no big deal."

you sat down next to him, looking away and fiddling with your fingers. "no, it is. i don't know why you did it. but thank you."

thats why billy did it. he would never admit, but he was a sucker for praise. hearing it coming from you felt ten times better. he could have kissed you, if you were looking at him.

"you're welcome," he whispered.

you turned to face him. his heart was beating, and he wouldn't be surprised if you could hear it. the air felt thicker and heavier than it did a minute ago, as he stared at your face, which seemed to get closer the more he looked.

his eyes were so pretty, and so brown. his skin seemed glowier than it did in school.

you looked away again, trying to steady your breath. "christ, showalter."

billy frowned. "what is it?"

you ran your fingers through your hair. "i don't even know. you make me feel things i don't want to," you huffed. billy's chest squeezed. reluctantly, he touched his pinkie to your hand next to his. you flinched slightly, but interlocked pinkies with the boy. a simple, innocent gesture that made you feel fuzzy.

you inhaled sharply. "i should go home now," you said quietly.

billy stood up, holding his hand out for you to take it. fighting a smile, you slid your hand in his and got up.

"you're free to come any time," mrs. showalter said gently. "it's our pleasure having you here," she winked. you grinned faintly, thanking her for her hospitality.

"i'll walk you home," billy volunteered. you furrowed your brow, "are you sure? i know its-"

"no, i want to walk you," he insisted. you nodded, smiling at him. "okay."

he pushed the door open for you. the sun was down, the sky a beautiful mix of purple and orange. you walked silently, side by side with the delivery boy, your hands interlocked.

you didn't want to hide your feelings from him anymore. when you did, you felt that wormy feeling. but when you were with billy, it wasn't there. mrs showalter was right, he did look at you. he saw you. he saw the way your hair rounded over your head, the curve of your brow and the dip in your nose. he saw the way you looked away when you got shy, and the way you fidgeted and held your fingers, and the way you would flinch ever so slightly when he made contact with you. and he loved every part of it.

you saw billy, not just in the halls, or on the streets. you saw the corner of his lips twitching upward into a smile, the scars on his palms, the golden glow of his brown eyes. and you were attracted to him.

your house got closer, the slightly scratched up door in your line of sight as you walked beside billy on the sidewalk.

just say it.

you breathed. "i think i like you, billy."

both of you kept walking. you didn't hear the quickened pace of his heartbeat, or see the growing hotness in his cheeks, or feel the slight sweatiness of his palms.

"i think i like you, too."

you stopped, your front door not even 15 yards away now. you turned to him, slowly. he looked at you, from the corner of his eye. you gave him a closed-mouth smile, to which he smiled back instinctively. a pure, genuine smile. both of you laughed slightly, your hands still interlocked.

you felt weird now, like you had just taken multiple shots of pure caffeine. but you stayed in place, your knees threatening to give way as you and billy showalter stared at each other.

you slipped a hand into your pocket. "right, i, uh. i wanted to pay you back for, everything. i owed you," you told him awkwardly, holding out the crumpled dollar bills. he frowned at you, asking if you were sure, that it was really okay and you didn't have to pay him.

you shook your head. "no, i want to. let me do this." you flipped his hand over, sliding the money in his hand. "so we're even now."

he closed his hand around the money, a smile growing on his face. "yeah, we are."

you averted your eyes bashfully, looking to the ground. his converse were almost touching yours, by an inch. you stepped back, a sweet, nervous look on your face.

"i'll see you, then?" you said unsteadily, backing towards your house.

billy nodded, shuffling his feet. "yeah. you bet."

you grinned, your fingers wrapping around your doorknob. "okay. bye, billy."

he raised his hand in response, watching you close the door, and standing there for a second before turning around and making way back to his house. all with a stupid smile on his face.

you stood behind the door for a while, rubbing your eyes and your warm cheeks. it felt like a dream. a really good dream.

you ran immediately to your room, ignoring the yelps of your dog and your parents greeting as you dialed donna's number with shaky hands.

you liked billy showalter, a lot.

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moemoemammon · 3 years ago

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I just found ur blog and read thru some of ur stuff and im in love !! Ur writing is nice to read, and always gives a nice picture of the situation

If its aight, could u do some headcannons for the demon bros Finding out mc goes real hard on housekeeping ? Im talking fast and good cleaning, does chores without problems, propably even cleans after them (totally doesnt mother them in anyway), all without complaint, mc just cares

Housekeeper MC!

(Feat. GN!MC and the Demon Bros)

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Lucifer

The fact that he didn't have to shove a mop and bucket into your hands like the evil stepmother has him like 👀👀

Out of every person he's met, you and Barb are the only ones that actually enjoy cleaning? And now he's wondering if you've been influenced by him in some way because got damn are those floors sparkling-

Ever since you've arrived, the house has been immaculate. But as much as he enjoys that, he worries that you aren't leaving enough chores for his brothers to do.

They're gonna be lazy at this rate, especially if you keep cleaning up after them like that. He's planning to sit you down and have a good talk about how you should rest a bit, and- D...did you polish his desk????

"MC... as grateful as I am to you, I thought I asked you to rest? You don't have to clean every little thing in this house. You're here as our guest, and more, so I won't have you behaving like a maid. But if you're that interested in keeping your hands busy, you may feel free to maintain my desktop. It looks as good as new, thanks to you."

Mammon

Oh, so you're one of THOSE types, huh? The goody goodies that like to make everything clean and sparkly, huh?? Well don't expect him to help ya!

Was an asshole at first. Made messes to see if you'd clean them, tried to dump his chores on you, etc. But now that you've stolen his heart? Yeah, he wants you to sit down.

You're messing up your hands with all that time spent scrubbing crevices and dusting ugly old paintings, when you could be spending time with him!

Tch, that's it! If it's chores that're keeping you from looking his way, he'll just finish them before you can do anything! Checkmate!

"You're always scrubbin' somethin'! Let my brothers take care of the messes, while YOU sit down and watch this movie with me! Ain't no point in watchin' it by myself, so I ain't takin' no for an answer!" "Huh?? Waddya mean 'when was the last time I vacuumed'??"

Levi

Oi oi oi...! What do you think you're doing with that feather duster?! You don't think you've got the right to approach his figures with it, do you?! WRONG!

But you quickly discover how ticklish Levi is, and he squirms out of your way while watching in horror as you... delicately handle every figure? And dust them from top to bottom, without so much as an accessory out of place..?

Wait... are you seriously okay with picking up all that trash?? S-some of it's sticky from all the junk food, and- Gah! Don't go messing around in his closet!!!

Yeahhh Levi doesn't let you clean his room lmao. It's way too stimulating to watch you carefully touch every surface in his room... I-it's like you're heaven everything with your presence, and...

"S-so yeah! The only things you're allowed to clean are the figures and the outside of Henry's tank! Nothing else, got it?! Anything more and I seriously won't be able to handle it...I won't even be able to sit still in my own room......." 👉👈

Satan

Satan found it funny how willing you were to take up every little chore there was to be done in the house and he's got to admit, reading is much more enjoyable in a tidy environment.

But what he REALLY wants to know is how you managed to dust off every single book in the house, his room included, without him?? Knowing?? And you've done every shelf as well, cleaned out the cobwebs behind it, and even repaired that little tear in the upholstery of his favorite arm chair????

Has also deduced that you're probably the maid character in the books that knows everything. Actually, you're a lot like Barbatos. What secrets are you hiding human 🔫

Just kidding. But yeah, when you insist on dusting his room, he follows you around the room and watches you. You know, just in case you fall or something falls on you! No other reason.

"As much as I like having you here all to myself, it makes me feel bad watching you do that by yourself. Why don't you we clean together? We'll get it done twice as fast, and when we're finished, I'd like to read a book to you. You remind me of a certain character from a murder mystery novel I've started."

Asmo

Eeehhh?!?!? You've seriously managed to organize both his endless skin care product collection, and his ENTIRE wardrobe?!? You're amazing...!

And you don't stop there. You were more than happy to clean his tub for him and everything, and you know how hard it is to get oil off the side of a tub, right? You're a lifesaver!

Asmo casually pawns off his chores too you. Oh, he just did his nails! Can you do the dishes? Ah, he just bought this outfit. Can you take out the trash? He's about to go out with his friends to a party, so be a dear and take care of the common bathroom for him?

Lucifer scolds the shit out of him every time he catches him doing that. You're welcome. But don't think Asmo won't repay you! He'll give you so much love, you'll be drowning in it! Figuratively or literally, depending on your preferences-

"Fufufu... if you wanted my attention, you should've just told me! You didn't have to go tidying up my shoe collection, but I'm happy you did~! If you keep spoiling me like this, I might not be able to keep my hands off of you! Unless... that's what you wanted?"

Beel

Things tend to get pretty messy with Beel around, with the trail of crumbs he always leaves in his wake, and how he manages to get every surface he touches sticky. But you must be a miracle worker...

You're like a living roomba, and his ravenous appetite is no match against your cleaning skills! You seem to predict when the food bits will fall, and it's thanks to you that he can eat without a care in the world!

It's actually kind of scary, though. He'll drop a bite of his sandwich and move down to retrieve it to eat, and... it's gone. Poof. Into the ether of the garbage can...

You can still rest once in a while though, you know? Beel offers to help you with the cleaning, and he's more than happy to let you climb up his shoulders to reach those high places. It makes him happy to know he can lend a hand.

"MC, I already cleaned over here so you don't have to do it. I cleaned there, too. That means you don't have anything else to do, so why don't you have a lunch break with me? It's not good to work so hard all the time."

Belphie

Belphie's one for the more observant brothers, so your clean freak habits didn't go unnoticed. He didn't know if you were obsessed with cleaning, or if you genuinely enjoyed it, but at least you were doing it without a fuss?

And man did you do a good job. Everywhere you cleaned was left with the lingering smell of vanilla and lavender, and... you know, the smell is making him sleepy.

Every pillow his head touches seems especially fluffy, too! When he found out you made a regular habit of washing and fluffing them, and they smell amazing... He feels like he's laying on a cloud...

He won't admit it genuinely, but he really does love what you're doing with the place. It makes him feel a little fuzzy inside when he finds his pillow on his bed, freshly laundered and soft to the touch. He clings to it extra tight those nights.

"You know if you keep this up, I might prefer the pillows to your lap. Ah, but don't worry, I don't really mean it. There's no way a pillow could replace you, no matter how good it smells. I think."

#I can vibe with this because I clean pretty often when I'm stressed and I just generally enjoy most cleaning #obey me #obey me!#obey me shall we date #obey me! shall we date?#shall we date? obey me!#shall we date obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me headcanons #obey me imagines #obey me writing #obey me scenarios #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me belphie

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navybrat817 · 3 years ago

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To the last ask has me thinking that Scott definitely has a housewife kink. Like the whole idea of coming home to a delicious dinner and his favourite "desert" 😉. Has him speeding back home. Thank you anon. Now im going to think about this the whole day.

It has me thinking about it, too, lovely! So much that I HAD to write this real quick. 😭

Warmed Up

Pairing: Scott Huffman x Female Reader Word Count: Over 920 Warnings: Explicit sexual content, talk of oral sex (f receiving), housewife kink, teasing, Scott Huffman being a sexy beast. Also an AU (HE IS MARRIED TO YOU)

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Scott worked hard to get where he was today. He saw how his mother struggled at times over the years, but always kept her head up. She never let it show how much it hurt to do it alone, but he knew. He vowed never to be like this father, the bastard who left when was five years old and never looked back. He also vowed when he found the one he loved that they would never have to stress or worry the way his mother had to in silence.

One of the things he loved about you right away was how you challenged him. You were smart and knew just when to push. The banter kept him on his toes. But you were also so thoughtful and loving. It was easy to picture you in his home, smiling as you sat with him for a nice homecooked meal.

The further in love he fell with you, the stronger the urge to take care of you grew. It worried you in the beginning because you wanted to contribute as much as he did. You didn’t want to feel like a “freeloader”. He swore he made more than enough to provide for both of you. And if down the road the two of you have kids, he would feel more at ease knowing that someone would always be there for them.

You negotiated with him. A part-time, work from home job to give you something to break up your day. “Play money” is what you called it. He agreed and appreciated your grit. If anything, he admired you more for working, keeping the house clean and cooking.

But, fuck, if he didn’t get hard some days walking in the door and seeing you set the table with a smile. Or wiping down the counter in the kitchen as you hummed to yourself. You barely got a word out those days before he had you bent over the nearest surface. You started wearing dresses and skirts after the first couple of trysts. Easier access.

And something about digging his wedding ring into your skin as he fucked you senselessly made him even harder. A never-ending symbol of the love and vow the two of you made together. It showed that he was yours and the beautiful ring on your finger showed that you were his. Always his.

“Hey, babe,” he smiled into the phone, his eyes narrowed as he looked at the car in front of him. Why wasn’t he driving faster? He had to get home to you.

“Hi,” you smiled back. “On your way?”

“Yeah, if this asshole in front of me actually knew how to drive.”

Your giggle soothed him as his grip on the phone loosened a bit. “You’ll be home before you know it. And I hope you’re hungry because I made your favorite.”

His mouth watered as he sighed. Your cooking was otherworldly. He had no idea how you took simple recipes and made them so wonderful, but you amazed him each time. “I can’t wait.”

“I’m also wearing your favorite dress,” you added.

His grip suddenly tightened again when he heard the softness of your tone. And now all he could think about was that dress clinging to your every curve. “Don’t tease me.”

“And that new lingerie set you bought me. It matches perfectly. Are you going to tear it off or will you keep this one in tact?”

Scott’s eyes slipped shut, but only for a moment. He had to concentrate on the road. He loved and hated lingerie. It looked beautiful on you, but it always hid his prize. The only things that should touch you were his hands, mouth and cock. “Sweetheart…”

He heard the sharp inhale on the other end. It was always “babe”... except when you pushed. Then it was “sweetheart”. And you knew that. “But, Scott… I thought it would be the perfect dessert.”

He swore as he honked his horn, trying to get the fucker in front of him to move. “Tell me about my dessert.”

“It’s warm…” you began and he could picture you opening your legs as you said it. “And sweet… It’s going to make your mouth water.”

He licked his lips, wondering if those new panties were soaked. He loved how wet you got for him. “And what if I want that first? Something sweet to coat my tongue?”

He wasn’t one of those men who refused to please his significant other. You did work hard and getting his fill of you was just one way he showed that he appreciated you. Spreading you out like a feast as his tongue lapped at your folds and tight hole was the stuff dreams were made of. He was addicted to your taste. And your cries.

“You may just skip dinner completely. My dessert is that good.”

He groaned as the car finally, fucking finally, sped up. “I’m pretty fucking hungry, babe. I don’t think I can have just one serving if I’m skipping my meal.”

He licked his lip again when you moaned. “That’s the beauty of this particular dessert. It’s yours and you can eat however much you want.”

“I want you on the table. Right where I sit. Legs over the edge,” he ordered as he turned. Thank fuck he was almost home. He was straining in his pants. “And hike your dress up. I want the perfect view when I sit down.”

“Yes, Mr. Huffman. And don’t worry. I’ll keep it warmed up for you.”

#navybrat answers #navybrat writes #scott huffman x reader #scott huffman x you #scott huffman x female reader #scott huffman fanfiction #scott huffman imagine #sebastian stan x reader

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pwarkluv · 3 years ago

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❝ idk you yet ❞ - p.js

park jisung x reader | angsty, fluff | 1.6k words

WARNINGS | TW: mentions blood, abuse, drug and alcohol abuse, smoking, lowercase au, non-idol au, high school au, badboy!jisung, mature language/cursing, reader is like an angel sent from heaven for him, jisungie just in need of love :(

SUMMARY | being an outcast has him wondering if he’ll ever be happy. cue you, the new girl, stumbling into his life (literally).

AUTHOR’S NOTE | inspired by the song “idk you yet” by alexander23! also AHHH this is my 100 followers special fic :) THANK U LOVES FOR 100 IM SO SHOCKED CJSBFKEJD <33 the writing is a little crappy because i’m currently on my period and my patience for sitting down and writing this went down halfway through lol but I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, ENJOY THIS JISUNG FIC BC JISUNG MY BABIE AND SO ARE YOU GUYS!

whenever anybody thinks of park jisung, they think of the chains and dark clothing he wears. they think about the faint smell of smoke and men’s cologne that follows him wherever he goes.

they think of the boy who grew up on the wrong side of the tracks.

but what they don’t think about are bruises on his face he fails to hide whenever he walks into school, the dejected look on his face whenever random people give him disapproving looks, the way his smile slowly faded into a permanent frown wherever he went.

jisung quickly accepted his reputation at school and in their little town, not having enough energy to feel insecure about it like before.

the only group of people that even remotely cared about the boy were his best friends in the whole entire world, nct dream.

they were outcasts just like him, the most “fucked up group of boys” in their town (the people’s words, not theirs).

see, they were your typical bad boy group straight out of your typical fanfic. bad grades, smoking in their free time, getting into fights, always being late to class; not a single person had hope in them.

but behind their scary and intimidating facade, all seven boys were big softies with misunderstood hearts and difficult backgrounds.

people were just too dense to look into it, only judging them based on their looks and personality on the outside.

❝ how can you miss someone you’ve never met ❞

love was a foreign thing to jisung, the only form of love he’s ever felt being from his friends. his parents were… interesting to say the least.

jisung’s father was a hard-core alcoholic, his mother being a major druggie. with no siblings in the house, jisung was usually their main target to push around and beat up.

and so because of this at a young age jisung learned to distance himself from other people and found different ways to release stress.

he started smoking when he was 14, the warm and hazy feeling of the smoke entering his lungs comforting him.

if jisung humored himself enough, maybe smoking could count as his first love. it was always there for him, never leaving him alone even if he wanted to quit.

he relied on it knowing it was the only constant in his life.

now of course the boy has heard of proper love, love like in the movies or shitty romance songs he hears on the radio.

and he won’t lie, there were moments he thought about what it felt like to be in love. but he knew that would never happen, at least not in their small town anyways.

he just wanted to be loved.

jisung would never admit it but sometimes he’d be jealous of the old couples walking down the street in their own world like it was just them two against the universe. he was jealous of the happy kids running around, their mother’s and father’s fondly smiling at their child. he was jealous of all the “normal” kids in his neighborhood.

jisung wanted that, craved that.

but most importantly, the boy wanted love.

❝ cause i need you now but i don’t know you yet ❞

everything hurt.

his head, his body, his mind, his heart; everything was in pain.

jisung walked down the empty streets of their city, a trail of blood following behind him as he accepted his fate. the boy was 99% sure he had a concussion and at the very least had a few broken ribs.

he felt like this was the end, and he was ready.

wandering aimlessly around town, you decided to take a late night walk to familiarize yourself around the area. you had just moved into the city a week ago, spending all seven days trying to help your family unpack and rearrange your cozy new home.

now that you were finally free of the smell of tape and the dust of the boxes, you decided it was best to get to know the place you were living in.

the autumn air seemed to settle at night as you shivered, cursing yourself for not bringing a jacket of some sort. the sight of a convenience store up ahead of you brought you relief as you rummaged through your pockets wondering if you had enough money for ramen.

your steps became excited as you found a couple dollars, fondly thinking about what type of ramen you should buy. you became so lost in your thoughts you didn’t even notice the poor boy who was staggering in front of you, or the trail of blood he left behind.

jisung pushed himself to reach the convenience store a couple feet away from him, in desperate need of supplies to at least try and fix himself.

if it didn’t help in any way then oh well, maybe death was indeed an option.

grinding his teeth though the pain, he did not expect to feel a small body bump into him. had he been at his regular health, jisung would’ve easily been able to keep still but because of how much blood he was losing the boy was knocked down like a bowling pin.

“holy fuck.” jisung cursed the feeling of the concrete floor colliding with his ribs. he didn’t even notice the girl who had bumped into him sitting on the floor dumbfounded, freaking out over his state.

“oh my fucking god.” the girl said, capturing his attention. jisung glared at the stranger, mentally acknowledging the fact she was pretty.

but her being pretty won’t get you anywhere, he scolded himself. she’ll leave you just like everyone else.

“a-are you okay?” she said, eyes glancing at his black eye. jisung rolled his eyes, already annoyed. “does it look like i’m okay?” he replied, his deep voice catching the girl off guard.

“just, fuck off.” jisung said closing his eyes as he laid back down on the floor, knowing he couldn’t force himself to get up anymore. he didn’t even have to open his eyes to know she left, hearing the sound of her footsteps walk away.

the boy sighed as he laid idly on the floor, wondering what sin he committed to lead him to where he is now. not even she wanted to stay, the tears threatening to fall as his thoughts buried him alive.

“why can’t i just die?” jisung said out loud, asking no one but himself.

“because i won’t let you.” a voice replied as jisung forced himself to sit up in confusion. it was the same girl he had bumped into, but this time she had a first aid kit with her. he gave her a lost look despite knowing what she was here to do.

jisung’s mind just couldn’t wrap around the fact that a total stranger would even bother to help him.

“now sit up.” she said softly as she bent down to open the box, the boy slowly followed her instructions. “i’m sorry this might sting.” she said though jisung didn’t mind because she was much prettier up close.

the next ten minutes were you trying to fix his wounds against the shitty chairs outside the convenience store.

jisung didn’t even bother mentioning his broken ribs, not wanting you to freak out. you cleaned up what you could and the boy was beyond grateful for that.

you subconsciously rubbed his back in a comforting way whenever you’d apply alcohol to his open wounds, trying to ease the sting. you held his hand for him to hold and though he was a big boy and had a high pain tolerance, he still gave it a squeeze just to keep your hand there. what the actual fuck is this feeling, jisung asked himself as he watched your determined figure work on him.

it was cold and in order to better work on his wounds, the boy offered to give you his hoodie which strangely had no traces of blood on it. you gladly accepted, the faint smell of blood and his cologne engulfing you up.

the sight of you in something so big and so him made his chest swell in pride.

jisung couldn’t even formulate a sentence as you cursed at the time once you finished patching him up, fleeing the scene before he could say anything with a small smile, his hoodie still on.

❝ and can you find me soon because i’m in my head ❞

the thought of your soft hands on his, your voice, your whole presence; everything about you couldn’t seem to leave the poor boy’s mind. it was now monday, and waiting for his class to start already made him want to go home.

if only i got her name, jisung daydreamed with his head resting on the palm of his hand. the classroom was loud and bright, people occasionally giving him looks but the boy didn’t mind.

“jisungie~ did you hear we have a new kid?” jaemin asked, poking the boy’s cheeks. the boy only gave him a pointed look before sighing.

“hyung i don’t really care.” jisung replied, looking back out the window.

jaemin only gave him an offended look before grumbling a bit. “i don’t know maybe you will.” he muttered under his breath as their teacher walked into the room.

❝ yeah i need you now but i don’t know you yet ❞

their homeroom teacher stood in front of the class, jisung tuning out his voice. the boy once again sighed as his teacher called for their attention, explaining they had a new girl in their class. “now make her feel welcomed,” he said before turning towards the door.

“y/n, please come in.” the teacher said and jisung almost fell out of his seat when he saw you walking through the door with the same smile you gave him a couple days ago.

“hi i’m y/n and i hope we can get along.” you bowed to the class, a familiar hoodie you were wearing catching his attention.

isn’t that mine, jisung thought to himself as he bit back a smile knowing you kept it all along.

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oops-aquarius · 4 years ago

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tainted kisses

summary: steve needs some relaxation, which you provide to him

warnings: smut (!!!!), praise kink, slight degradation kink, a little bit of angst cuz a hoe is sad, oral fixation (duh), slight dom/sub dynamics (?), mentions of sadness/depression, tiny mommy kink (like barely there)

pairing: steve rogers x reader

word count: 2.2k

note(s): not edited well at all, also i used a prompt generator to get the promt i used (which is below !!)

prompt: “baths or water (tubs or jacuzzis; hot springs; water houses or steam rooms; the ocean; swimming pools.”

kink: “Oral fixation or fetishization (lips, tongue, or whole mouth; french-kissing; licking; oral displays using food or beer bottles; smoking cigarettes, cigars, or pipes; biting or chewing one's lip(s))”

***this is post-endgame except nobody died, cause im a hoe for all of the avengers***

Steve never realized how much he liked things in his mouth. Not always in a sexual way, at least not until after fighting Thanos.

After fighting for so long, bottling up his emotions was not at all how Steve needed to cope. He tried the yoga and meditation route Wanda had so kindly suggested. Yeah, after one session of hot yoga, Steve decided that it wasn't going to happen. Tony, obviously, suggested sex. Said something about it being a “healing experience for the soul”. That’s bullshit were Steve’s first thoughts when that came out of his mouth. Bucky told him to get some goats and raved about how therapeutic it was to raise them. But Steve could barely take care of himself, how would he even take care of a goat? Steve felt a hot sense of hopelessness burn against the back of his eyes as he sat on the floor of his bedroom, back pressed against the adjoined bathroom door.

“Steve?” A soft knock came from the front door. He took his thumb away from his mouth, he had resorted to subconsciously nibbling on the tip of it. Pulling himself off the door and towards the voice, he rubbed his tear-stricken cheeks in attempts to clean himself up a bit before seeing you.

“One sec, Y/N/N.”

When he opened the door, your face softened a bit before the smile that Steve, secretly, loved so much dropped off your face completely. “Stevie, what happened?”

Stevie, a nickname he hated for his entire life. A name that reminded him of the days before the super solider serum where he was a little guy getting beaten up on the streets of Brooklyn. Stevie, a nickname he loved hearing from your caring voice. Nobody else’s.

“Just tired, Y/N” he sighed, “so,so tired.”

“Stevie,” your voice caught at the back of your throat. Seeing him in so much pain made your life turn upside down. He doesn't deserve to be in pain. “ S’there anything I can do to make you feel better?”

“Just stay with me? Please?”

You took him back into his bed and sat with him, just talking about life until his breathing turned back to normal and he seemed partially-okay.

“Do you want to take a bath?” you asked, still stroking the blonde strands of his hair.

“Are you saying I smell?” He took his face out of the crook of your shoulder, feigning a look of hurt.

“No, punk, I meant to relax. You seemed pretty shaken up and I just wanted to help. I mean, that’s what I do when I feel down, relax in a bat-”

He cuts you off, “I appreciate it. Really, Y/N, I don’t know many people that are as loving and caring as you, sweetheart.” The nickname made a pang in your heart. You had like the super solider since you had met him, but never felt like he reciprocated the feelings. Even though you both cuddled often, and had movie nights, and he always let you beat him while sparring, and that one time you came down with a stomach bug and he fed you soup and-holy shit. Did Steve like you? “Sweetheart?”

“Huh?”

“I said, ‘A bath does sound nice’. What’s got you so suddenly zoned out?” He says, donning a smirk.

“It’s nothing. Let’s get you into that bath, mister,” you had a faux grumpy look on your face as you got up and walked to the bathroom, starting to fill the white, ceramic bathtub with warm water. “Okay, big boy. You need help getting up or are you okay?”

Rolling his eyes at your inauthentic tone, Steve pushes his tensed frame off the body and managed to stumble into the bathroom, while you following him closely to make sure he doesn't fall over from exhaustion.

“I get it, I’m old, but damn Y/N. I can walk perfectly fine,” He chuckles as he pushes himself up to sit on the counter top.

You start to fill up the bathtub with warm water, adding bubbles and lighting a few scented candles. He looked so pretty, hair sticking out in every direction, lips pink and puffy from biting them, his ocean blue eyes still misty as he looks down at his cuticles, picking them slightly.

“Okay, I’m gonna leave so you can take this bath,” you say, shutting off the faucet, “Got it?”

“Y/N?”

“Yes, Stevie.”

“Stay, please.” His eyes were watering more than earlier. He had those puppy dog eyes, lip quivering as his voice cracked and wavered even with just a few words. He looked so vulnerable, how could you say no to him?

“Of course, Steve. I mean, the bubbles with kind of cover everything. I’ll just sit next to the tub with you, alright?” You awkwardly giggled and scratched the back of your neck. He nodded, hopping off of the counter and starting to undress himself with a wobble. “Stevie, you’re shaking like a leaf, let me help you.”

His eyes never met yours as you helped him pull his t-shirt over his head and looped your delicate fingers through the waistband of his sweatpants, dragging them down his muscular thighs. “You’re not gonna finish your job, doll?”

His boxers. The only clothes he had left on were his grey boxers. You wanted to give him privacy and not look, especially in such a broken and vulnerable state. But god, you could see the outline of his partially-hard cock through the soft cotton. You thought about what it would be like to have your mouth around his hard length, chocking on it as he rammed himself into the back of your throat.

“Ummm, I just--I thought--I mean I can---Only if you want--” The dirty thoughts clouded your brain. It made speaking a speaking a sentence almost impossible as your mouth watered just thinking about his cock.

“It was a joke, sweetheart,” he laughed heartily, “You’re too adorable.”

Pulling his boxers down his legs, he waddled tiredly over to the tub before stepping in. He groaned in pleasure at the feeling of the warm water encapsulating his exhausted body. You imagined that’s how he’d groan if you sucked his cock so hard he was seeing stars.

You were still facing the door, like you were as Steve got completely undressed. You knew if you turned around and look at him, naked and at ease, you’d jump his bones in a heartbeat. “Come sit with me, Y/N”

And you did. You turned around cautiously, like you expected, the bubbles covered his body enough for you to be able to handle yourself as you sat down next to the tub. You grabbed his hand away from his lips, running your soft fingers over his rough calloused ones. “I always see you biting your nails or cuticle or lips or your pens. Why?”

He sighed, “I’m not sure, I guess it just distracts me?” He said it more like it was a question rather than a statement. “I guess I don’t truly know why I do it, I guess I just enjoy having things in my mouth.”

You could read Steve like a book, his pupils blown with lust, his lip stuck between his teeth, a blush heating up his cheeks. You took a leap of faith.

“Yeah, like what?”

“You.”

His lips were on yours in a flurry, it took a second for you to react, but as soon as you did it felt amazing. Neither of you seemed to care about the water splashing over you as his hands trailed up your body, tugging at the hem of your shirt.

He pulls away panting, “F-Fuck, Y/N, I need you. Please. Oh my god I need you so bad,” His eyes looked as if they were welling up with tears and he looked so pretty still in the relaxing bubble bath, whimpering and whining for you.

“God, I need you too, baby,” you stop to look in his eyes sincerely, “Are you sure you want this? I don’t want to do anything that you don’t want to do or that you will regret.” Your hand caresses his cheek.

“Just get in here with me and I’ll show you how much I want you,” he whispered, “Need you, really.”

You sighed before your hands moved shakily to take off your t shirt. As much as you wanted this, you were still scared of how the ripped super solider would feel about you and your body, As soon as your shirt was off, Steve was whimpering, dipping his hand into the soapy water to massage his aching cock. This only spurred you to take off your clothes and join him faster.

“Did I say you could touch yourself, puppy?” Your stern voice caught him off-guard, making him pause his actions with a look of fear on his face. You step into the bathtub, straddling him. Your nails raked up his milky white thighs, trailing up his body admiring the beauty of it. “Y’Know I was planning on being nice to you because you’ve been so good to me, but you might need to be punished, baby? Do you need to punshied like a brat?”

He mewled, bowing his head in shame. You could feel him growing harder and harder by the second and you were starting to go crazy with the empty feeling inside of you that on he could fill. “No, ma’am. I’ll be good, I swear!”

“Mmmm, that’s my good boy.” Your hands slid up his chest and rested on his cheeks, hearing him preen at your praise, as you repositioned yourself over his cock. “Are you sure you want this?”

“If you dont ride me into next week right fucking now I’m going to scream, Y/N,” He breathed out with a chuckle, Grabbing your thighs, he helps you sink down on his cock. Both of you were moaning and whimpering messes by the time you were sitting at this base of him, trying to get adjusted to his large size.

Hot tears burned at the back of his eyes as soon as you lifted yourself up off of him, only leaving the tip of him inside of you, and slamming back down on his dick.

“Baby-please,” he whimpered, “n-need, shit, need your fingers, bad.”

You were confused, slowing down a bit to make sure he was okay. But his puppy dog eyes showed that he was okay. Slowly taking your wrist from his cheek, he puts your fingers in his warm mouth. Moaning around them and swirling his tongue around them. He did it the same way you always dreamed about sucking his dick, chocking and gagging on his length.

“Yeah, you’re such a needy little slut for me, for this pussy. Look at you, so ruined and fucked out just because I’m fucking you.” He moaned sensually at your words making your core tighten impossibly.

You had gotten a good idea as you were riding him. Slowly, you start to thrust your hand in and out of his mouth, watching the saliva dribble out of the corners of his mouth as he choked on you. The band in your tummy starts tightening as you feel yourself getting close.

“Shit, fuck, baby, I’m gonna come. Oh my god, you’re make me come with your beautiful cock, puppy. So good for me, aren’t you?” Your free hand dips into the water, cupping his balls and rolling them around your soft palm.

He nods, choking on your nimble finger yet again his you massage his sensitive balls. “Gonna come,” he slurred and spit around you.\, “almost there.”

“I didn’t” you moaned as you feel his balls tighten, fall back down on his cock at a faster pace, “give you permission to do that. I thought you were going to be good for me?”

“I am” he spluttered loudly, “i am good, I swear. Just please let me come. I need it, oh shit, mommy.”

The name went straight to your core, making you grow weak as you feebly give him permission to come as you come undone with one more bounce on his large member. His hands come up to grope your breasts as he come with hot spurts inside of your tight cunt.

“Oh my god,” you stifle a giggle as you stand up on shaky legs. You wordlessly helped him out of the tub and wrapped him in a white towel, walking him to bed while you dried yourself off. Collapsing on the bed with a grunt, the solider hollds out his hand to you, signalling you to lay down with him. You could easily tell he was still coming down from his sex high, starting to regain his self back.

“I dont know what possessed me to,” he pauses, trying to figure out a way to word the rest of his sentence, “to suck, I guess, on your hand. I’m sorry, Y/N, that was really weird of me.”

“What do’ya mean, baby? Having an oral fixation isn’t something to be ashamed of.” The words make him smile with droopy eyes, tucking his head into your neck and starting to fall asleep, happy and comfortable, cuddling you.

“And to be honest, puppy. I think it’s really hot.”

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