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greenishghostey · 1 year

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Eddie wanting to spend time w you but you have sleepy bitch disease so he just does his normal stuff but ur taking a nap on his bed

As someone with the sleepy bitch disease, this is very much MY JAM

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You and Eddie had been together for a little over a year, and in that time, Eddie had become intimately aware of your love for sleep. Sure, he loved lying in until noon as much as the next person, but you took it to another level. The term 'heavy sleeper' was an insult to you, in his opinion.

The peak of your sleeping ability - he had started thinking it was like a superpower of something - came during a stormy night in September. Hailstones, sheets of rain and violent wind battered his trailer for hours into the night. Eddie got maybe an hour or two of sleep that night, but you were essentially dead to the world once you got snuggled into his bed. He had opted to being your pillow that night since you had been pulling him to your chest and making little tired noises that made him melt - not he was going to openly admit that to you, obviously.

Once December hit, the trailer would be near sub-zero by the time the sun went down. Eddie and Wayne had done all they could to seal with windows and doors, trying to trap the heat in as best they could. Eddie suggested window sealant, but Wayne shut down that idea very quickly since he wanted to get his deposit on the place back eventually.

You had been coming to stay the night at the trailer, and Eddie was initially stressed about you being too cold at night. Which, in his mind, would lead to you never coming to stay again, and everything would fall apart afterwards. A cold trailer was not going to impede your deep sleeping, though. While Eddie wasn't the warmest person to cuddle up to, he had compensated by piling pillows and blankets into his bed.

Once Eddie had picked you up from your shift at the library, you would immediately beeline for the bed fort that he had constructed for you both. Admittedly, the cold had made you even more tired than you normally would have been after work. The heater that was kept in the office had started leaking that afternoon, so you and your co-workers had been working in your scarves and gloves until closing.

Eddie always had a small smile on his face when you dozed off. His girl bundled up in his bed, where you belonged. He was all too aware of how rough work had been on you lately, so he decided to get started on some chores and dinner for when you woke up.

Most people would think that Eddie was incapable of being quiet, but he was quite the opposite. If anything, him being so loud was a front for him enjoying the mundane hum of the trailer and you shifting around in his bed. He tried to walk as lightly as possible while gathering up laundry around his room - some of it was his clothes and some of it was yours. The washing machine would be loud as fuck but you slept through a snowstorm once, you’d be fine.

With the laundry on and a pot of spaghetti simmering, Eddie felt a weird but nice wave of domestic bliss. Would it be like this when you guys moved in together? Maybe the whole househusband thing could work for him - a bit unconventional, but that was basically his middle name. You had told him on several occasions that he looked good in an apron.

His bedroom door had always been squeaky, no matter how much WD-40 he caked on the hinges. Eddie wanted to grab his acoustic guitar to get some practice in while dinner cooked. You’d mentioned liking ‘Trust Me’ by Janis Joplin when digging through Wayne’s records, so Eddie was secretly learning it - Joplin wasn’t exactly his usual choice of music, but she was pretty hardcore, in his opinion.

His socked feet made it to his guitar before you mumbled and gestured him to you, “You’re in the apron.”

Your eyes were still closed while a sleepy grin wormed across your face. Eddie was about ready to pounce and forget about dinner. “‘M making dinner. And cleaning stuff. Was gonna dance with the vacuum for you, but thought that might be a bit too much.”

“When’s that ever been something you worried about?” You laughed.

“Didn’t want to wake you.” Eddie smiled, kneeing by your side of the bed and moving hair from your face. “Plus, I can’t dance. You said it yourself.” He pouted and wiped a fake tear from his eye.

“I only said that because you were drunk and about to get on that coffee table.” You fondly remembered that party from a few months back. Eddie had actually danced with you pretty well when you both went outside for some air. He did try to dip you and dropped you on the front lawn, but at least he tried.

“And I would have been fine. Five beers and I’m ready to go.” Eddie said, wiggling his eyebrows at you. You snorted and lightly shoved his face away from you.

“It was a glass coffee table, babe.”

“It was Steve’s coffee table, babe. His folks could afford a replacement.”

“Yeah, but it’d end up coming out of your pocket. His dad’s a big bitch about money, remember?”

He pouted at you once again, but decided to properly retaliate this time. You barked out a laugh when he gathered you up in one of the blankets and hauled you up.

“You’ve disturbed my beauty rest.” You grumbled, standing up still wrapped in your blanket cocoon.

“You don’t need it.” He quipped, giving you a big smile when you gagged. Eddie knew you liked his cheesy compliments, but the fake disdain was still funny. “Besides, we gotta eat. It’s almost 10.”

You grimaced when he placed a sloppy kiss on your forehead. “Is that why I hear a pot boiling over?”

“Fuck, fuck, shit fuck.” Instead of immediately run to the kitchen, Eddie started to essentially sheep dog you along with him. Like you, in your still sleepy state, would be of any help. But it was nice to be considered.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x reader fluff #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fic #fluff #fic #eddie #my writing #also everyone go listen to the Janis Joplin song because it’s good and quite sweet

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xiaoluclair · 10 months

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Lestappen for ship ask meme?

dawg u did NOT. okay okay, how Thought are we talking here bc. Yeah .

but… thing Is i've done a million quadrabajilion rambles on this site already.... how much more can i do i hear exactly 0.012 people ask. answer:

A Lot.

firstly, the tropes. the dynamics. the Classics u know the ones. ROLL CALL, we got: enemies to tentative acquaintances to friends to lovers, idiots in hate to idiots in love we got red and blue we got 2 sides of the same coin, he fell first i fell harder, slow burn slug burn sloth burn, the opposite of love is not hate it is indifference, he is more myself than i am, whatever our soles are made of his and mine are the same, we have fucking GOT.

secondly, the fukin. the pure Development??? of their relationship like im screaming into my hands rn no lie i fucking Love their development. the amount of Respect that exists between them, breathes like a living thing bc are you surprised by the pace of charles today? uh.. not really (internally: bitch??? why tf wd i be- ) he's a naturally skilled driver. that's always something you can admire. who do you think will win the wdc this year? i think max. i know how strong he is. (😃🔫)

thirdly, the History. they could fill libraries with their shared past, thoughts about each other (prbly more sharl about max, that boy deffo knows a Hate Boner), races, inchidents (WHICH btw max and charles both saying 'we've had moments' - as in plural???? hello????? HELLO-- ) and they talk about it to, they say in the end, we have been doing this for so long and i want to beat him as much as he wants to beat me. that's the way it is and the way it has always been. which also btW fits nicely into pt2 of Respect and that's on part four-

FOURTHLY, yknow when u try to hold convo with some1 n they just. Lack. like, ur tryna have a Good Time but its like chucking micropipettes of water at the goddamn sahara. yeah that = Sucks. Then we have maxnsharl: This Post. 'we were once in the round of free practice. the drivers were rolling the engines. but charles and max found themselves close together, began to push and almost focused, risking throwing each other out-' . and my tags: #the thought of them always pushing each other#always meeting one another move for move mind for mind#they Wanted competition they Found it in each other#and here it’s that Fire that Spark that Flame that PeePoo Racer Brain#they fanned that in each other…

fifthly, the Spec. the goddamn Spec. spectrum, if you will. how they go from ruthless on track, not an inch given bc they don't Do that, they're not Like that. and then they go from That to licheral heart eyes soft looks tender touch. softwiltedcabbage dot img as i Love to say bc it's True.

and sixthly, finally, climactically before eye fill an entire library: the SEX. dawg.. have you Seen. have u Ascended. bc i have . illegal.

seventhly i hate them theyre actually the worst ship on the grid. gross disgusting misaligned. votes for taken out back and shot: 1 (tumblr user xiaoluclair).

[yeets myself before i live the rest of my life answering this ask]

#xiao: asks #asks: mv1.cl16 #lestappen #anon my beloved #u just Had to didnt u #now look what you taylor swift made me do now look what you just made me Do #thank Lord for the Read More function

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overexciteddragon · 6 months

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Before and after of the Secretlab chair I literally found in the curb and ran across the street to grab and make mine. It cost me a total of 15 dollars to fix her up (I just needed to buy the zipper to put the backseat upholstery back on and a can of WD-40), but the elbow grease was probably the rest of the 700 dollars 😭

With how much time and bruises I put into this bitch I feel like we're ultimately connected on a spiritual level and now I can never ever get rid of her

Whoever was the gamer that left her in the curb, thank you fr for blessing me with your Omega girl, I'll make sure to cover her in my own sweat and filth this time, in your honour. I hope ur new seat is the best my man

#personal #now that she has zippers i can and will put charms on her #this actually brings me deep joy #there's a part of me that wants to put patches on her too

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imaginedreamwrite · 2 years

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Hello,

This could be for either BT or WD.

What if while still courting the omega finds her alpha/alphas in a compromising position with another omega. Now they didn’t initiate anything because they only have eyes for their omega but this other omega wants that alpha and will stop at nothing to break them up.

Steve and Bucky were loved, maybe a little too loved and while it had never usually bothered you, it had definitely gotten under your skin when some of the other members of the team decided to throw a celebratory party. It wasn’t so unusual to have a party thrown after their wins and you had come to expect an invitation that you either would accept or not.

When you agreed to go with them, you knew you’d get separated at one point in the night and have to find them again. After you had been separated, you and Steve had went looking for Bucky knowing that he had a penchant for getting tipsy and flirty when he was drinking.

“I’ll go high, you go low.” Steve had given you his jacket to wear, and after you’d put it on, you parted ways. You took the steps two at a time and briefly looked in on the rooms to find your alpha.

“Bucky-“ you entered the last room and came upon one of the cheerleaders straddling his waist, her hands in his hair.

“There she is! There’s my omega bean!” Bucky’s eyes were glossed over and his hair was tousled, his hands pushing at the cheerleader to get up.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Bitter, boiling anger was bubbling in your belly the longer you saw the two of them.

“Beanie baby-“

“Get the fuck off of him!” You moved toward her and ripped her off of Bucky, with no small measure of strength driven by your anger. “What the fuck are you doing?!”

“We we’re having a party-“

“That’s my fucking alpha!” You grit your teeth and cast your generous glare on the girl laying on the floor in shock, your aggressive stance drawing boozy speculation from Bucky.

“Don’t be mad, beanie. Don’t be mad. Don’y-“ Bucky had tried to stand and stumbled back into the bed, groaning and he fell back.

“Put your hand on my alpha again, and I’ll rip your hand off and shove it down your throat.” You reached for Bucky’s hand and helped him stand again, holding him tightly as you started to lead him away.

“Buck-“ the cheerleader whined.

“That’s my alpha, bitch.”

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ourlordapollo · 1 year

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Graphic design is my passion

I blacked out and made a Krisnix fanmix because I'm a man of wealth and taste

Tracklist & thoughts:

Es lassen Nachtigallen, / Spielt draußen Frühlingsluft, / Der Sehnsucht Lied erschallen /Aus ihres Kerkers Gruft.

Preliminary Notes: the playlist starts with opera and transitions into contemporary rock with "Requiem (The Fifth)" bridging the two sections. While the themes of the songs do not represent any particular order of events, the slide from opera to rock depicts the transition of power from Kristoph to Phoenix

Tracklist:

Liederkreis, Op. 39: IX. Wehmut ("Sadness")

(Nightingales, when spring breezes / Play outside, sing / Their song of longing / From their dungeon cell.)

I had to specifically look up "German operas" to find this after painstakingly sifting through like 2% of The Ring Cycle and a bunch of Italian operas. Nightmare nightmare nightmare nightmare. That being said this one does reference a jail cell so yay me.

Liederkreis, Op. 39: X. Zwielicht ("Twilight")

Hast du einen Freund hienieden, / Trau ihm nicht zu dieser Stunde, / Freundlich wohl mit Aug’ und Munde, / Sinnt er Krieg im tück’schen Frieden.

(If here on earth you have a friend, / Do not trust him at this hour, / Though his eyes and lips be smiling, / In treacherous peace he’s scheming war.)

Lucrezia Borgia: Maffio Orsini, signora, son io ("Madame, I am Orsini")

Io nipote d'Appiano tradito, / da voi spento in infame convito.

(Know Appiano's young nephew! you drew him / to the infamous banquet that slew him)

Full disclosure this is the first song in the libretto I found that mentioned the word "poison" and I was so fucking sick of operas at that point that I went for it without remorse.

Lascia Ch'io Pianga ("Leave Me So that I May Cry")

Lascia ch'io pianga mia cruda sorte / E che sospiri la libertà

(Leave me so that I may cry at my cruel fate / and so that I may sigh at (my lost) liberty)

This was on a playlist called "Angry Opera" and that was false advertising to say the least

Carmen WD 31 / Act I: "L'amour est un oiseau rebelle" (Havanaise)

Si tu ne m'aimes pas, / Si tu ne m'aimes pas, je t'aime ! (Prends garde à toi !) / Mais si je t'aime, si je t'aime, / Prends garde à toi ! (à toi !)

Aria: Der Hölle Rache Kocht in Meinem Herzen ("Hell's Vengeance Boils in my Heart")

(If you don't love me, If you don't love me, then I love you! (Be on your guard!) But if I love you, if I love you, Be on your guard! (Your guard!))

Ngl I just really like this song

Der Hölle Rache kocht in meinem Herzen, / Tod und Verzweiflung flammet um mich her!

(Hell's vengeance boils in my heart, / Death and despair blaze about me!)

Mephistopheles' Return - Trans-Siberian Orchestra

(I)

Don't need this path before me

Don't need forgotten glory

Don't need these threats of violence

Don't need eternal silence

Don't need these midnight visions

Don't need to make decisions

Don't need to be uncertain

Don't need this final curtain

(II)

Somewhere out there

He still gazes

As I wander through his mazes

Death and life here

Truth or lies

Every thought is well disguised

Okay so this song is undeniably about the fear of mortality, as is the whole source musical, however, if you look at it through my Patented Viewing Device *I shove a pane of frosted glass in front of you* you will see that it is ALSO about⁸ the paranoia of knowing that your enemy is watching you, ever-present, scheming.

The Bitch is Back - Elton John

Requiem (The Fifth) - Trans-Siberian Orchestra

DUN DUN DUN DUUUUNNN

Carry on Wayward Son - Kansas

I entertain by picking brains / Sell my soul by dropping names / I don't like those! My God, what's that! / Oh, it's full of nasty habits when the bitch gets back.

Kristoph thinks he's the Bitch. Phoenix simply is the Bitch.

Rock You Like a Hurricane - Scorpions

Masquerading as a man with a reason / My charade is the event of the season / And if I claim to be a wise man, well / It surely means that I don't know

I am not a Supernatural fan I have no baggage IRT to this song and the idea of a wanderer seeking resolution felt very fitting to me. Also, themes of insanity and (metaphorical) blindness.

The night is calling, I have to go / The wolf is hungry, he runs the show / He's licking his lips, he's ready to win / On the hunt tonight for love at first sting

Wolf in Sheep's Clothing - Set It Off

Eat Your Heart - Steam Powered Giraffe

Tell me how you're sleeping easy / How you're only thinking of yourself / Show me how you justify / Telling all your lies like second nature / Listen, mark my words, one day (one day) / You will pay, you will pay

This is one of two fandomcore/playlist fodder songs I allowed myself because. Like. Come on. Come on now.

Hey Look Ma, I Made It - Panic! at the Disco

Stay with me, you're my four leaf-clover-girl / And you can lock me up in time / And when you wear a grin I'm bored / And then I see you cry

Okay so this one isn't a perfect fit but I do think it's one of the best songs ever written and more people need to be aware of it. Also it is very much about growing attached to the person you're in a toxic relationship with

Some are loyal soldiers, while these other thorns are rosy / And if you never know who you can trust / Then trust me, you'll be lonely, oh

Kangaroo Court - Capital Cities

If I'm Crazy - Amigo the Devil

In a dusty room I come to assume / That I've been doomed to lose my mind tonight / Too weak to fight / So I tried to save face then I rest my case / The judge pulls me aside says "c'est la vie / Let your darker side come out to feed"

Love Love Love - The Mountain Goats

So if I cut my lip when I bite the glass / Tell everyone in the room that I'm fine / It hurt for the first few times but at last / I've learned to love a little blood in my wine

This whole song is just *chef's kiss* but I couldn't resist having this be the highlight lyric, considering Phoenix's past with poison in glass bottles

King Saul fell on his sword when it all went wrong / And Joseph's brothers sold him down the river for a song / And Sonny Liston rubbed some tiger balm into his glove / Some things you do for money and some you do for love, love, love

Raskolnikov felt sick, but he couldn't say why / when he saw his face reflected in his victims' twinkling eye / some things you'll do for money and some you'll do for fun / but the things you do for love are gonna come back to you one by one

#krisnix #apollo justice ace attorney #phoenix wright #kristoph gavin #fanmix #playlist #delphi washington #Spotify

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biillys · 2 years

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idk something something billy hitting that thing w his car on that dark as fuck night, getting out to see what the hell just happened and staring at the seriously injured but still somehow alive remains of the thing and being like. what in the actual fuck.

what the hell is wrong with this town.

the creature whimpers pathetically but also growls whenever billy gets too close, and billy doesn't wanna like. fucking die or anything. so he makes to walk away. but then the dog lets out another whine, and turns out, billy's not actually that heartless, so he turns around and he picks that fucker up, shoves it on the backseat, climbs in the drivers seat, and realises he's got absolutely no clue what to do next.

he sits and stares at the cracks in the windscreen for a moment, already painfully imagining the rest of the damage that's probably been done to the camero's side and front, and lets the anxiety and shock set in. starts to tap his fingers on the steering wheel whilst contemplating best case scenarios becos, like. he's Fucked.

he's so fucking fucked.

"you broke my car, you know how much this shit is gonna cost me?"

biting his thumbnail for a second before taking a few deep breathes, he tries to come up with a plan. once his heart calms down a bit and his breaths start coming easier, he realises his phone's sitting right beside him, ready to call or google what ever he wants. the entire world and internet at his fingertips.

first things first, definitely not calling anyone. what the hell's he gonna say, "yo 911, i think i just hit some chupacabras fucked up cousin with my car, where's the closest vet?," fuck no.

googling though, googling could work.

turns out, googling 'fucked up flower face dog' doesn't get you many realistic results, and the creature in the backseat's getting quieter and weaker the longer billy sits there and does nothing, so billy flicks out of his search and brings up youtube, types in 'how to stitch up dog in emergency,' starts the car, and floors it.

neil and susan have already retired to bed by the time he gets home, which is good becos billy can't think of a single good explanation for this. he parks his car as close as he can get to the garage, opens the loud as fuck door as quietly as possible, regretting every time he shrugged off putting the WD-40 on the rusted hinges like neil asked, and drags the dog out as gently and as gracefully as he physically can.

once the dog more or less flops and falls out of his arms and onto the floor, billy grabs the first aid kit, internally bitches out max for never restocking it after her skateboard stacks, and up-ends the box onto the ground before finally stopping to take a look at this thing in the actual light.

"well, shit."

taking a deep breath, then two more for good measure, he presses play on the youtube video and hopes for the best. watches the key parts of the video a few more times before he grabs the things he needs, and starts to move in close.

the dog growls, showing a hint of teeth.

an entire mouth full of teeth.

"fuck!," billy falls back flat on his ass then takes a quick second to double check he hasn't just been eaten alive. finding all limbs and organs intact, he shakes himself off and gets straight back into it.

"what, you gonna stitch your own side up with those opposable thumbs you got?," his palms are sweaty and his voice nearly cracks, but mostly he keeps his shit together. "that's what i fuckin' thought, fuck me." he mumbles as he threads the needle, thinks that he probably should actually check himself out too.

ain't no way he's sitting on his garage floor playing surgeon, operating on a dog that has yet to be discovered by the entire scientific world, without some major brain damage.

a concussion at least.

eventually all the cuts that billy trusts himself enough to handle are stitched up and the wounds are as clean as they're gonna get and billys throwing away as much evidence as he can. the dog lets out a few more whines before it lies still and silent, but its chest is still rising and falling, so maybe billy's found his fucking calling.

idk idk uhh billy w his bff the demodog, which he names sunflower, cos she's got a face like a sunflower <3 sunflower makes decent progress, gets stronger and healthier with time, but the camero really did a number on her, so she never quite gets back to her full strength. billy tries to release her back to her natural habitat — aka, he opens the door — a few times, but she's not welcome back in the pack anymore, survival of the fittest and all that, so she just comes straight back, knows all of billy's regular haunts. billy's still none the wiser about the upside down, just thinks that satan himself put him on speeddial for petsitting, and who the fuck is billy to argue with that.

would like to think about when max finally discovers sunflower, which happens in like the second week, becos billy cant hide a full fledged fucking alien for shit.

very spiderman pointing at each other dot jpeg with billy trying to pretend he's got control of the situation and 'you can not tell anyone about her, do you understand?' and max going from fucking speechless to furious like 'can't tell anyone? can't tell anyone? i'm not even meant to be telling you about the demodogs!' cut to them both looking at each other in shock then 'demodogs?!' 'her?!'

anyway, eventually the yelling gets repetitive and aimless, so they begrudgingly decide to talk rationally like civilised siblings, and finally some information gets shared. max makes billy start, becos she's the one that's signed various government nda's and she is not dealing with the fallout of blabbing about this stuff without knowing what shes blabbing for, and then billy spends 15 minutes yelling at her for being stupid enough to sign shit handed to her from the fucking government.

so, billy tells her what he knows. which isn't much factwise, but sunflower wise? he's got a lot to say. she's his buddy. turns out, tacky fridge magnets were right, dogs really are a mans best friend. especially when they're not even a real fucking dog.

max is not chill with this. she's seen those fuckers up close, seen the damage the leave, the deaths they cause. fought them with her bare hands. seen what happened with dart and dustin.

she understands that demodogs can imprint on humans, but it's not enough, they're always gonna have their natural instincts and behaviours. living along side humans isn't apart of that, not longterm. she tries to rationalise with billy, make him understand the danger that literally the entire town's in just by this creature being here.

and billy hears her, okay, he fucking gets it. but he's tried to get sunflower to leave. not that hard, of course, but like, he put in a solid effort. straight up just locked her out of the garage. opened the door an hour later to see her laying in the shade, waiting for the door to open. watched as she picked herself up and wandered straight past him, settling on top of the pile of shitty clothes he's never gonna be able to salvage, and gave him the evil eye. billy doesn't even know if she has eyes but it was just the general vibe of it all, and that was that.

at some stage, you've just gotta give in, y'know.

reluctantly, they compromise. max wants it dead, billy just wants her to go to her home, that's why be stitched her up in the first place. so, they set up a plan. drive her to where billy originally hit her with his car, and hope she finds her way to a portal to go live free in the upside down.

they sneak out in the middle of the night, get her in the backseat, and drive.

it's a 7 minute drive at most, and billy drags it out to last a full 12 at least. max gets twitchy about it, constantly turning around to make sure sunflower's still there. billy gets tense. when they eventually pull to a stop, max immediately jumps out. billy rubs a hand over his face before getting out and following.

sunflower does not budge.

"it has to go, billy."

"heard you the first twenty fucking times, max."

they try. they both really fucking try. max pushes, yells, offers up her hands to sniff like she has a treat, like she'd even know what a demodog would like, nougat aside. gets more and more frustrated the longer they're out there. billy watches and waits, gives max time to exhaust herself, before crouching down and sitting against the side of the car, door open. talks gently to sunny, no raised voices or physical force, just waits her out.

she crawls out eventually and slowly lowers to take a seat beside him. max watches on with distrust written all over her face.

"can you chill the fuck out already? you literally just tried to push her out of my car and she did nothing to you. calm the fuck down."

"yeah, well, i figured if she hasn't attacked you yet, i should be fine."

billy stares up at max with a twitch of the lips, a barely there smile, the first one max has seen in days.

"you said 'she'."

max blows some hair out of her face and mumbles something about billy being a shitty influence before stepping in close, impatient.

"okay," she leans down and makes a move to grab her, "she's gotta go, billy. can we please get rid of her."

billy smacks her arms out of the way before max can fully grab her, bitching about how ‘her side’s fucked, shitbird, do you want her to eat you? fuck,’ and gently gets his hands scooped underneath before lifting.

#sunflower STAYS and grows on max slowly but surely everyday #to the point where billys like. guess ill go fuck myself. not like i saved ur roadkill ass from death or anything.#and max. who is wearing a matching sweater with sunflower she bought online as a JOKE is just like.#[flips him off and slams bedroom door in his face w an angelic smile on her face; sunflower sleeping in her room.]#the only reason susan and neil havnt discovered sunny is cos max is now involved and is a hell of a lot better about being stealth #billys so fucking jealous #uhh when the party eventually finds out like truly months later and has a communal absolute cow over it #max is just like 'billy taught her how to play dead last week; watch this. she also scratches neils car on command.'#also. heather knows. sunny LOVES her.#i should've actually just dropped this in lucs inbox actually #nqff #m

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