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#but this is the first time I’ve left my parents not feeling like absolute shit
More Judd smut?
More Judd smut yay (,:
Tags: fem! Reader, porn with a little plot?, what the fuck is hormone monster dialogue, everyone is horny fr, Nick and Andrew are creeps, but also scared of Judd, and very curious, questionable babysitting?, smoking, participating in the act of “getting stoned”, smoking inside, use of the word simp un-ironically, Judd gives super useless dating advice, not so safe sex, please use protection! please do not read if you’re uncomfortable with smut(,:
Summary: you and Judd are the designated babysitters for the night.
Read my OG Judd story? Here
Author’s note: hi gang (,: I remember when I was like “mental illness funny haha” but it’s really not funny anymore 🥹 I know I disappear all the time,, and I don’t even wanna apologize this time lol. But anyways, this has been brewing in my docs for like MONTHS and now I’ve come back, humbly offering you another Judd smut since the other one is surprisingly popular. Eat well, my children
The one where Judd gives dating advice
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(Note, Judd is so cute and I love him :,)
“I don’t care about those horny little shits, I’m just saying they’re old enough to fuck off and do whatever they want. I don’t want my pissstain of a brother hanging around you, your sister is also fucking weird—“ 
You gently elbowed him. “—You’re fucking weird, Judd. And the kids aren’t really that bad, you’re a bit dramatic, babe,” you said, and he angrily grumbled something in response as he slammed the microwave shut. The microwave made a noise, and you watched the third batch of popcorn slowly expand and start to pop. 
Unfortunately for Judd, your parents had collectively decided to go out the day you had promised him a date. Mr and Mrs Birch got a coupon for a recently opened Thai restaurant and decided to invite yours, Missy’s and Andrew’s parents out for dinner, making you the designated babysitter of the night. Leah had ditched the whole ordeal, and Judd was planning to ditch as well until you sent him a picture of your tits and told him he could still come over if he behaved. 
With Maury clouding his judgement, there was no fucking way he could say no to that. 
So now, he was stuck making popcorn for a bunch of middle schoolers. Not to mention he had a pretty bad track record with the kids, they were all absolutely terrified of him. Except of course Jessie, who was deeply in love with him. He grunted in annoyance, turning around to face you with his arms crossed over his chest. 
He had been muttering complaints under his breath ever since you started setting up for the movie. He was absolutely livid that the kids stole away his one-on-one private time with his girlfriend, but for you (and your boobs) he tried to somewhat restrain himself. 
“Judd, baby, look at me,” you stepped out in front of him, reaching up and gently rubbing his cheek, forcing his attention on you. “I know this is not ideal. But, if you play nice, I have a little something for you when the kids go to bed,” you purred, leaning up to kiss his cheek.
He grabbed your waist, kneading the soft flesh in his big hands. Even though he looked intimidating as all hell, not to mention he absolutely towered over you, he was wrapped around your pinky finger. 
He leaned down and buried his face in your neck. “It better be good, slut..” he grunted, brushing his lips over your neck. You slapped the back of his head, feeling him frown against your skin. “I said behave, bitch-boy.” Your tone was sharp, and he knew not to push you any further. 
“Fine, alright. Whatever.” He grumbled, hugging you closer to his body. 
-
It was precisely 7’oclock when the kids arrived. Jessie was still in her room, not wanting to hang out with you and Judd alone; she had refused to come out after your parents left. 
Surprisingly, Judd was the first at the door. He grinned evilly. “Welcome to purgatory, you little shits.” He said, looking down at the 8th graders menacingly. “Bitch! Your sister's dumb friends are here!” He called over his shoulder. 
You huffed audibly. “Are you gonna let them in or what, numbnuts?” You called back to him, pouring the last packet of popcorn into a bowl. 
He frowned and stepped aside, letting the now pretty frightened kids inside. Missy walked in first, smiling nervously at Judd, then came Andrew and Nick. 
Nick was about to step inside, when Judd put a hand on his shoulder. The younger boy stopped dead in his tracks, praying to whatever god he could think of that his brother would let him off easy. “I didn’t do anything! Judd, I swear, please let me go!” He shouted, voice breaking multiple times.
A ghost of a smirk crossed Judd’s face. “Don’t try shit, or I will rip your tiny dick off and force it down your throat. Got it, asslicker?” 
Nick swallowed thickly, frantically nodding his head. Of course Judd had picked up on his brother's crush on you, as if it wasn’t the most obvious thing in the world. 
“Y-You got it, Judd!” He confirmed, panicked chuckles escaping him. 
“Judd. Let him inside.” You stomped up to them, looking so livid you scared Judd back into being nice as you crossed your arms over your chest. Nick looked away quickly, a pink flush covering his face and neck. 
Judd pushed Nick inside with a frown, once again not being able to refuse you. The kids looked on in bewilderment as the intimidating teen seemed to slightly cower under your glare, complying to your will. He looked down at them with something akin to shame, before following after you like a lost puppy.
The kids were in complete shock. Had Judd been fucking possesed?
You called out to Jessie, telling her to come out of her room, before dragging Judd back into the kitchen. 
-
“Y/nnn! Can you start the movie already?” Jessie whined loudly.
A bit of shuffling could be heard in the kitchen. ”I-In a minute! We’re just fixing some drinks!” You called out, voice slightly shaky.
“.. do you really think they’re getting drinks?” Missy asked, after an agonising minute of silence. The kids sat stiffly on the couch. 
You had told them to make themselves at home, but none of them were able to really calm down with Judd in the house. 
Jessie scoffed. “Does it sound like they’re getting drinks? My sister's kind of a slut if you haven’t noticed.” She spat. 
Nick rolled his eyes. “So is Judd.” 
The two of them weren’t able to get over their jealousy of your relationship, somehow not yet registering that they didn’t stand a chance with high schoolers. 
“Come on guys, that’s not a very nice thing to say,” Missy said nervously, glancing at the kitchen door. 
“Jessie, do you think it’s possible I can get a glass of milk? I feel very dehydrated right now,” Andrew muttered, wringing his hands. 
Jessie sighed and Nick immediately began explaining in detail how Judd would murder him. But ultimately, after a long and intense discussion, the kids decided to venture into the kitchen.
-
“You promised to be nice,” You said over your shoulder, holding Judd’s hand as you pulled him to the kitchen. 
“I am nice.” He huffed, letting go of your hand and instead reaching out to grab your waist. He gently lifted you, setting you down on the counter top before stepping in between your legs. For a moment you thought he would lead it somewhere, but your face morphed into a gentle smile when he buried his face in your neck, hands gently rubbing up and down your sides. 
You softly stroked his hair, making the angry agent of chaos visibly relax as he melted into your touch. “You didn’t even last ten seconds,” You muttered, immediately recognizing his actions as jealousy.
He breathed out against your neck, and you couldn’t help but softly laugh at the tingly feeling. “It was nice enough for me to make the popcorn, do you want me to fucking hand feed them too?” He grumbled, straightening up so he could glare down at you. 
You rolled your eyes. “Calm down there, Mr. grumpy-pants. All I ask is that you remain civil for the night, or at least until the movie’s over,” You gave him your very best puppy dog eyes, reaching up to gently brush your hands over his jaw again. Reluctantly, he leaned into your touch, fighting to keep his angry glare. 
Even if he wanted to, he couldn’t deny how absolutely soft he was for you. Your touch calmed him like no other, not even horror movies or tormenting the neighbourhood made him feel as gleeful as when you touched him. 
He hummed in response, not really registering what you said, too focused on your touch. His own hands travelled from your waist to your thighs, gently squeezing. You let out a soft little sigh and instantly Maury appeared. 
‘What? What’d I miss? You’re gonna fuck?’ The hormone monster asked, observing the situation. ‘Oooh! You should totally have a quickie, let’s see how many fingers you can stuff in her before the kids find out!’ He grinned, shaking Judd by the shoulders.
“Shut the fuck up.” Judd growled, making Maury let out a series of horse laughs. ‘Oh ho ho ho! At least get a good feel of her boob, we need something to get through the movie!’ He said dramatically, before patting Judd’s head and walking off in search of new entertainment. 
Judd thought about it for a moment, before slowly sliding his right hand up your tummy until he could palm one of your tits. 
“Judd,” You said, placing your hand over the one he had on your chest, but not removing it. “You gotta behave, alright? Just for tonight. And you can touch aaall you want after, I promise,” You said, finishing the sentence with a long kiss to his cheek. 
“Fuck. Okay, fine.” He relented, removing his hand from your boob and intertwining his fingers with yours instead. He leaned in, pressing a series of wet kisses to your jaw and neck. 
You hummed happily, half closing your eyes until you caught movement somewhere over Judd’s shoulders. You immediately straightened up, opening your eyes fully only to make eye contact with four completely stupefied middle schoolers. 
The kids were too stunned to speak, literally.
Andrew was stammering incoherently, Nick seemed to find the ceiling very interesting, Missy and Jessi had both turned completely red in face but for very different reasons. 
“Oh. Hello,” You said awkwardly, pushing Judd away and jumping off the counter quickly. 
Your boyfriend in question let out a disappointed grunt, murderously glaring down the kids but keeping quiet. You all stood in complete silence for a few, agonisingly long seconds, until Andrew finally spoke up.
Still wringing his hands, the preteen stepped slightly closer to you. “Y/n, I’m very sorry to interrupt. But could I maybe get a glass of milk? It would really help with my nervous stomach—“ You cut him off before he could go into further detail about his digestive system and smiled warmly at him. 
“—Of course. Why don’t you follow Judd back into the living room, he’ll start the movie for you and then I’ll be right out. Okay?”   
If looks could kill, you’d be six feet under. 
Judd bore holes through your back with his eyes, as you turned to open the fridge. “O-okay! Once again, thank you Y/n,” Andrew said, seemingly relieved.
Slowly the kids turned to walk out the kitchen, drizzling out one after the other. Jessi bore a somewhat mischievous smile, walking a bit slower on purpose in hopes she could walk next to Judd. Your boyfriend sighed heavily, uncrossing his arms and following after the kids. He was slowly coming to realise that he had no other choice, than to be a slave for a gang of middle schoolers. 
The kids were again stiffly seated on the couch, this time with Judd sitting in the far end. Jessie had glued herself to his side, shamelessly sitting as close to him as possible. He was sure he would accidentally hit her if he moved his arm just the slightest.
He was holding the remote, quickly flicking through movies on netflix as the kids fought over what to watch. 
“Shut the fuck up.” He barked. “I’ll find you a good movie,” And by “good movie'' he meant the absolutely goriest horror flick netflix had to offer. 
Judd grinned sinisterly as he chose a movie, looking over to see the kids all sporting comically shocked expressions. 
Andrew carefully glanced at Judd. “Excuse me, Judd, but are you sure this movie is suitable for children?” He asked. 
“Y-yeah. Doesn’t that say you have to be sixteen..? My mom said I shouldn’t watch scary movies until I feel ready,” Missy added.
Nick didn’t say anything. He was scared enough of his brother already to disagree openly with him, and he also didn’t want to seem like a wimp in front of Jessi. 
“It’s about time you little pussies grow up. Be quiet and just watch the fucking movie,” Judd said, as mischievously as his monotone voice would allow him to sound. 
Jessi nodded gravely. “Yeah, guys. Shut up. It’s just a movie,” She said, looking up at Judd with big eyes for approval. He only grunted, pressing start on the remote. 
Within the first few minutes, Andrew and Nick were clinging to each other. Missy was curled in on herself, watching the movie through her spread fingers. Judd grinned evilly, satisfied with his choice as he started digging through his pockets.
He was quick to dig up a lighter and half a blunt. A bloody jumpscare in the movie made Jessi jerk and grab onto Judd’s arm, slightly shaking. He sighed deeply, annoyed, but let it slide. He lit the blunt, throwing his feet up on the coffee table and tilting his head back as he inhaled deeply. 
“Judd, I told you not to smoke inside,” You grumbled, returning to the living room with drinks and even more popcorn. Judd raised his head slightly, cocking an eyebrow at you. “Shut up,” He simply said, gesturing to the way Jessi was clinging to him. 
You had to stifle a laugh, quickly setting the snacks on the coffee table and handing the milk to Andrew, who reached out to take it with a shaky hand, refusing to look at the tv.
Upon noticing the lack of space on the couch, Judd beckoned you to his lap. You happily sat down, Jessi giving you a disturbed look as your body gently pushed hers away. 
“What the hell are we even watching?” You asked, Judd shrugged. “Dunno. Summer camp massacre something,” He said, handing you the blunt as you got comfortable on his lap. 
You took a long drag, nuzzling into Judd as his hands came down to hold your waist, pulling you closer to him. “Guys,” Missy suddenly whispered, eyes glued to you and Judd. “Is that.. Marijuana.. As in drugs?”
Judd chuckled, you could feel him move beneath you as you struggled to keep from laughing yourself. 
You said the only appropriate answer you could scrape from your brain; “Well.. Yeah.” 
Missy’s eyes grew to sorcerers. “You can’t do that! Marijuana is a gateway drug! It could mess up your brain- Oh fudge! It could mess up my brain from inhaling secondhand!” 
This time you couldn’t conceal your giggle, handing the blunt back to Judd as you leaned forward. You smiled softly at the younger. “Don’t worry about it, Missy. You’re way too smart to be corrupted by secondhand smoke,” You said. Missy nodded reluctantly, a small smile appearing on her face as she accepted the compliment.
“Mom will actually kill you,” Jessi mumbled and you fondly ruffled her hair. “She won’t if you keep your mouth shut.” You teased, as she scowled at you. Her eyes quickly left yours, to blatantly stare at Judd as he blew clouds of smoke out his nose. He truly looked like an angry dragon, staring at the movie screen with furrowed brows. 
Jessi went bright red, looking away immediately when Judd turned to meet her gaze. You grinned, ruffling her hair again before relaxing back into your boyfriend. Judd gave another annoyed grumble, but soon relaxed himself. 
Somehow, the kids managed to be quiet for the duration of the movie as you finished the blunt and most of the snacks.
Jessi fell asleep against you, having ended up clutching your hand for safety (probably from the masked killer on screen). Missy fell asleep against Andrew, the two huddled in a pile. Nick had slid down from the couch, attempting to hide from the movie but ending up sleeping under the coffee table.
By the time credits came on screen, you and Judd were the only ones awake. Pleasantly hazy from the smoke session, you turned your head to smile at him.
“You were so good. I like nice Judd,” You muttered, leaning up to press a soft, slow kiss to his lips. 
He immediately deepened the kiss, claiming his price. In a horny daze, his hands migrated to your butt and his tongue invaded your mouth. You sighed, a bit too loudly and let your own hands wander. Over his shoulders, rubbing down his chest and abdomen till eventually they rested just over his belt. 
The hiss that escaped him as your hands pressed to his crotch, definitely did not go unnoticed and you responded in kind by moving from his lips, messily gliding wet kisses down his jaw and neck. You bit him playfully, but still hard enough to leave indents in his perfectly smooth neck. 
‘Oooh, baby!’ Right on time, Connie appeared at your side. She purred like a cat, curling around you and Judd on the couch. ‘Why don’t you hurry and jump right on up on that delicious dick of his? You know he can make you feel reeeeeaaaal good,’ She drawled.
Barely acknowledging her, you dumbly nodded in agreement. 
‘Hurry, dumpling! Don’t got much time before the kiddies wake up,’ She urged you, poking Jessi with a long fingernail, and indeed, your sister was starting to stir. 
You could only let out a frustrated huff. Judd had your hair fisted in one hand and your hip clutched tightly in the other, helping you rut yourself against his growing bulge in long, hazy strokes. He felt good, you felt good, everything felt so, so good and moving away from the heavenly friction could not be more of a bother. 
You leaned forward a bit, which came with resistance considering his tight grip on your hair, and whined lowly in his ear. 
Gently, you nosed at his cheek. “Judd.. the kitchen. C’mon,” You breathed.
He retaliated by grinding up into you, much harder than before, allowing you to feel the entirety of his now, very hard, length. You moaned loudly in response. 
“We need to.. the kitchen— they’re waking up,” It was a difficult task to form the right words, with the increased amount of pleasure, so you scratched his shoulders, gently, to get your point across. 
Leaning in, he captured your lips in a hard kiss, licking into your mouth with such fervour your head was spinning. He let go, biting down on your bottom lip and dragging it back before pulling away completely. 
“Stupid fucking kids,” He gritted, tongue swiping over his lips, plump from kissing. 
Heaving, you bit your bottom lip and batted your eyelashes at him in a most sultry display that was sure to make Connie proud. A sinister grin spread across his face, when he got an idea and he let go of your hair in favour of kneading your ass in both his hands.
“I’ll fuck you on the table, slut, be grateful.” It was a demand, but you didn’t mind because right at that moment, nothing truly sounded more pleasing than getting railed on the dining table in your mothers kitchen. 
A shudder went through you at the thought, warmth slushing in your belly and still, you grinned coyly at him. “Only because you were so well behaved. I’m starting to think you actually like them, Juddy-Wuddy?” You said, motioning to the four kids as you cooed at him. 
You got him with that one. Watching with glee as his jaw clenched and he sent you a look that could only mean one of two things; he was going to kill you or plow you until you could no longer walk. You highly suspected the latter.
Your boyfriend scoffed. “It’s almost cute how damn smart you think you are, huh? You fucking bitch.” He glowered. He despised when you called him that, one of the many terrible nicknames you had overheard his mom call him, and he always fell right into your trap. 
Before you could start to respond, he was rising from the couch, hands manoeuvring under your thighs to lift you up with him. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, legs tighter around his waist to keep his clothed cock pressed up against your core, and nuzzled your face into his neck. 
His hands were warm on your thighs, so big they almost covered them entirely when he spread his fingers. You latched onto his neck again, engraving lots of little purple marks, just how he liked it. 
His response came as a strained grunt, as he barreled into the kitchen and dropped you on the corner dining table. 
The table was cold, you squealed as your thighs dragged along the cool surface and Judd wasted no time, leaning over you and pushing your skirt up to expose your panties. 
A sinister grin spread across his face when he found your panties were already damp and soaked, his award for being a prime example of a boyfriend this evening.
You bucked your hips, mewling for attention and hoping he would be quick to relieve you of the throbbing between your thighs. 
He laughed, low and husky as he watched you writhe on the table beneath him. Your lips were swollen and plump, a deep blush covered your cheeks and your hair was messily spread out over the table’s surface. His dick ached.
‘Boi-oi-oi-oing!’ Maury was right behind him, a wild smile split his face and he let his tongue hang out, looking more like a rabid dog than a hormone monster. 
‘C’mon! Shove your fist inside her, she obviously wants it!’ Maury barked, shaking Judd by the shoulders. The teen shook him off, grumbling a threat as he returned to the task at hand. 
You heaved in a breath, tongue coming out to wet your lips again. “Judd, I swear to god, do something—“ You pleaded, desperately. 
“— have patience. And shut the fuck up.” Judd grunted, long fingers creeping towards the wet patch on your panties. Then, he pressed down, right in the middle of the wetness where your much neglected clit sat.
Gasping, you reached out to grasp his bicep. He pressed down again, keeping his thump there and swirling it in circles. You gasped and whined his name softly, the wet fabric glided over your most sensitive part so well it was hard to think about keeping quiet. 
He was quick to silence you with a kiss, however, as his left hand finally, finally, left the wet patch to pull your panties off. You helped him shake them off, too focused with the cool air blowing on your hot core to notice how he crumbled up your panties and stuffed them in his back pocket. 
You begged for him again, whines disappearing into his open mouth as he kept it slotted over yours. 
He shushed you, putting his weight on his right hand as he leaned in further between your legs, suddenly stuffing two fingers into you, in one smooth motion. You cried out so loudly and desperately that not even Judd’s wet kisses could conceal it, he gave you another rough thrust of his fingers in retaliation.
Your eyes were half closed, lips forming an ‘o’ as he pulled away from your mouth to bite at your neck. His fingers reached a depth that your own could not, hitting a softer, mushier spot in your pussy that had you seeing stars each time. He was so rough with his thrusts too, working quickly and effectively to bring you to ecstasy and making the table rattle slightly. You could only pray that the slight scraping on the tiled kitchen floor could not be heard in the living room.
What was much louder, however, were your own loud gasps and breathy moans of your boyfriend's name. The closer you got, the louder your pleas became. 
Judd bit your neck again, hard enough to turn the skin purple. “I said, be quiet, bitch.” He groaned into your neck, panting slightly as the pace of his hand increased. 
You tried, but really couldn’t. The lewd squelching sound and the rapid stroking of his two fingers against your g-spot had you mewling and bucking against him. And it certainly didn’t help, when his thumb pressed down on your clit as well. 
His slender fingers didn’t create much of a stretch, but you knew he was preparing you for his monstrous cock and because his fingers were so deliciously long the waiting time was never disappointing. 
You could vaguely hear Connie bustling about in the background, shouting her encouragement and coaxing you to tell Judd all sorts of lewd things. You didn’t listen, you couldn’t when you were so, so close to your breaking point. 
With your body on fire, liquid pleasure in your veins, your toes curled and you tilted your head to allow Judd better access to the unmarked parts of it. He graciously took the opportunity, returning his grip on your head to position you just how he wanted.
Your thighs clenched around Judd’s arm, lip trembling as your eyes crossed in pleasure. “Judd..!” 
And then he was pulling away, you whined desperately in the process, only to be silenced with a large hand slapped across your mouth. 
“I told you to be quiet, bitch.” He snarled, his voice now so deep and feral it made you shiver. He squeezed your cheeks together, a bit of drool escaped your mouth and smeared on his hand, as he pulled you to a sitting position. “Didn’t I?”
Your pussy throbbed, clenching around nothing at both the rough treatment and being so suddenly void of stimulation. 
With your cheeks squished together, you couldn’t respond, so you opted for frantically nodding your head, softly whining out for him. You needed him inside you, and it had to be now. 
You rutted yourself against the table, slick following you and making a trail on the wooden surface, it felt good, but definitely not as good as Judd’s cock would feel. 
“Pw-pf..a..e.. Pwase!” You begged him, hands wandering towards his belt, feeling him up and unbuckling his belt buckle. You gasped quietly, he was so hard it had to hurt and the feeling of him pressed to your palm made you clench around nothing again. Despite the layers of clothes between you. 
He moaned, but reached down to gather both wrists in his free hand and pinning them together. “You think you think you deserve that? After all the fucking noise you made?” 
You cried out and nodded. Judd grinned sinisterly. “You’re so pathetic, you little slut. You know that?” 
You wanted to kick him, or at least insult him back but the throbbing in your cunt and the fact that his words only made that throb so much worse, made it quite hard to do so. 
Then, he leaned in, resting his chin on top of your head and inhaled your hair deeply. “You’re my little slut.” He grunted and, oh, you could have cum right there. 
You nuzzled into him, burying your head where his neck became his chest and started leaving small, wet kisses. 
He didn’t let go of either your wrists or mouth, instead he barked one simple order; “Off.” and brought your bound wrists towards his crotch again. 
You didn’t need to be told twice, immediately getting to work and shoving both his pants and underwear as far down as your position would allow you to grab at his dick. 
Hissing in pleasure, he pulled you closer to him. He was throbbing and warm in your hand, heavy and so swollen the head had almost turned purple, you tried lifting yourself up, tried to get just the tiniest bit of friction. 
You pumped him slowly, he was sticky with pre-cum already and he dropped his head into your hair again, burying his face into you with a strained groan. He, too, was close to his breaking point.
Letting your wrists and cheeks free, he opted to grab under both your hips, lifting them up to hover above his dick. You let go of him, fingers coming to scratch at the table as he did the remainder of work for you and you fell back on the table. 
“This what you want?” He grunted, thrusting experimentally and nudging his cockhead against your swollen little pearl. 
“Yes.. yes, yes! Please, Judd, it hurts, I need it..!” You blabbered, cheeks puffy and face screwed up as you felt your empty pussy ache with anticipation. Only your boyfriend's dick could ease the twang in your lower belly. 
He inhaled sharply through his nose, face set in stone and brows drawn together as he finally thrusted into you, filling you so completely in that one thrust, that you suddenly felt too full. 
The bit of pain from the wide stretch you felt melted into white-hot pleasure almost as soon as it appeared and when Judd pressed a bit more into you, his hip bones meeting yours, you came instantly. 
You cried out, overwhelmed by the sudden and immense pleasure. Judd cursed, rather loudly and tried pressing further into you, holding you flush against him as you clenched uncontrollably around him. You were even tighter now, so tight it almost hurt and so he waited for you to ride out your orgasm, breathing heavily. 
“Shit.. fuck you! Ah!” He nearly whined at the feeling, blunt nails digging into the plush flesh on your hips. 
Panting, sobbing and sighing, you slowly came down from your orgasm, not at all ready when Judd suddenly started thrusting again. You were already overstimulated, but the wide stretch and feeling of his cock inside felt so heavenly.
You couldn’t help the never-ending mantra of his name that escaped you, matching each of his violent thrusts. He wanted you to feel him as deep as possible, you knew, and he made sure of it. Leaning in over you to hit you at a deeper angle, pressing down on your belly as he fucked you to see himself bulging through. 
“Judd, m’so full,” You slurred, digging your nails into his shoulders, as deep as they would go. He grunted a response, sweat gathering on his dark brows; “You gotta be quiet, baby.” He was strained as he spoke, teeth clenched and warm breath fanning your face.
Then, he squeezed under your thighs again, sliding you towards the edge of the table. “Spread your legs.” He demanded gravelly, and you easily complied. He pressed himself to you further, barely pulling out after each thrust, but doubling the force in which he thrusted. 
The table scraped loudly against the floor, you whimpered and tried to quiet yourself, face heating as the room filled with squelching sounds that definitely didn’t leave anything to the imagination, should anyone overhear. 
Already, you started to tighten around him again, your thighs quivered as you did your best to keep them apart. Judd noticed almost immediately, bringing his thumb down upon your puffy clit. 
“C’mon pretty girl, cum for me again,” He panted and you followed suit, before you could cry out, though, he captured your lips with his own, chest pressed to yours. 
You sobbed into his mouth as his tongue licked flames into you, clutching him to you. His thrusts became irregular, driving you into the table until he couldn’t hold out anymore. He moved to pull out, but you stopped him, keeping him pressed against you. “Don’t.. they’ll see— in-inside.” You panted into his mouth, and almost immediately felt a slush of warm liquid fill your lower belly. 
Judd grit his teeth tightly, jaw fully clenching and breath heaving. His green eyes were dark and glazed, he straightened up a little, raising himself on his forearms to look down at you. 
You were drooling slightly, makeup a bit smudged as you laid out on the table, revelling in the feeling of complete satisfaction and Judd’s cum filling you.
He waited a while to pull out, watching with interest as your tummy swelled ever so slightly from the combining force of his dick and his spend. 
“You’re fucking horrible at being quiet,” He eventually stated.
You puffed out your cheeks, sitting up and wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “It wasn’t me who made the table move,” you countered.
Judd’s hands ventured up your back, holding you to him. “You whine like a bitch in heat,” He countered, monotonously, in the most endearing way he could possibly put it. Because honestly, he loved the sounds you made. 
Maury clapped him on the back and barked something at him, reminding him that the two of you were indeed not alone and he pulled out of you. You sighed as he slipped out, feeling your combined liquids leak out a bit as well. 
He was quick to pull his pants and boxers up, turning from you to fetch a roll of paper towels. As he always did, he insisted on cleaning up for you. 
You had asked him about it once, getting the lame response of; “I like to keep my things clean.” 
Fixing your skirt to cover yourself, you found that your panties were nowhere in sight and fixed Judd a look. 
Your boyfriend shrugged. “This is your house, just get another pair.” You blew a raspberry at him. “I’m actually gonna run out of underwear because of you.” 
He didn’t care, it was quite obvious, so you kissed his jaw and jumped from the table, to get yourself a new pair. Judd didn’t miss his chance to roughly squeeze your ass as you walked past him. 
-
Nick awoke to a strange sound. The loudest being the scraping of something on the floor, then he heard you cry, loud and continually as though you were in pain. 
Immediately he sat up. The room was dark and the tv static, he drowsily looked around, his four friends sleeping soundly on the couch. Andrew moved his foot, coincidentally pinning Nick down with it. Groggily, he sighed and pushed Andrew off him. 
He swayed a bit as he stood up, rubbing his eyes to get the sleep out of them. His brother and you weren’t anywhere to be seen, the spot where you previously was sitting now occupied by Jessi, sleeping in a starfish position. 
That was when he heard the sound again, the scraping and then the desperate gasping. This time, though, he heard his brother’s raspy voice as well. What the hell was going on?
‘Judd and Y/n are wrestling,’ Suddenly his temporary hormone monster, Tyler emerged from the kitchen with a disturbed look. 
“What?” Nick was way too tired to process something like that. 
‘They’re rolling around on the table! Like this!’ Tyler got on top of the coffee table, and started intimidating something that definitely did not look like wrestling.
Tyler noticed Nick’s confused expression. ‘Yeah! And she keeps crying and saying his name— like, like this!’ The monster proceeded to do an utmost terrible impression of you calling for Judd and Nick cringed. ‘— and then, Judd told her to shut up and called her a slut! I think he’s gonna get her in a chokehold. I wouldn’t put my money on Y/n, though, she’s not even trying to fight him off—‘
“— Yeah, I don’t think they’re wrestling, Tyler.” Nick deadpanned, cutting the deity short. He felt his face grow increasingly red, as your sounds grew. Now, even he could hear you beg Judd for all sorts of lewd things. 
‘Oh.’ Tyler blinked a couple of times. Nick shivered, he definitely did not need to hear his brother bone his girlfriend (on whom he had a crush) or explain the situation to his hormone monster. 
The two of them remained in uncomfortable silence for a while, Nick pacing back and forth to clear his head of any inappropriate thoughts that Tyler was coaxing him into, once he had figured out the situation. 
Eventually, Nick settled on waking Andrew. 
“Andrew,” He pushed his friend and whispered again. “C’mon, wake up, Andrew,” 
The latter mumbled something incoherent, adjusting his glasses in his sleep. Nick groaned and shook him, not relenting. “I never peed in that pool!” Andrew woke up shouting, and Nick tumbled back in surprise. 
“What?” Nick hissed. Andrew looked about wide eyed, seemingly as groggy as Nick. “I— what?” Andrew repeated. He blinked at his friend slowly, not yet aware of the circumstances. 
He pulled Andrew from the couch, and put a hand over his mouth. “Listen,” He whispered, and watched as his friend's expression turned from annoyed, to confused, to very very startled. 
“Oh my god. Oh my god, oh my god!” Andrew stammered. Nick removed his hand. “Is that— are they?” His head snapped from Nick to the kitchen entrance and back again. 
The shorter nodded once, stiffly. “What do we— do we do anything? We could go back to sleep before Judd— oh god, what if they find out we heard?”
Nick turned to his panicking friend, determination clear in his eyes. “We need to go see for ourselves.” 
Andrew’s eyes grew impossibly larger, to the size of sorcerers. “What? No! No, no, normally I come up with those kinda terrible ideas— are you okay, Nick?” He put a clammy hand to Nick’s forehead, fauxingly checking his temperature.
Nick clicked his tongue, annoyed, and waved his friend’s hands away. “Think, Andrew! You have a crush on Y/n, I have a crush on Y/n, haven't you imagined her like that a lot of times, anyway? We can just look, really quickly,” 
“Uuhh, I— I don’t know,” He stammered, eyes flicking to the kitchen door. 
Nick sighed. “I’m going to go look.” His statement was final, as he marched off. Andrew wrung his hands, definitely not unaware of his own desire to see what his two designated babysitters were up to, and his legs seemed to follow after Nick all by themselves. 
The two stopped by the door, neither daring to actually peek inside yet. 
“Judd, m’so full,” 
Both boys stiffened at the sound of your voice, breathy and begging and definitely not how you usually spoke to them. 
Then, Judd grunted; “You gotta be quiet, baby.” Followed up by a harsh command of; “Spread your legs.”
Nick swallowed, and Tyler pushed him further towards the door, squealing at him to look. Suddenly, his previous courage had completely disintegrated and he looked at Andrew, panicked.
The other was just as alarmed, sweat beating his forehead as the scraping sounds picked up and they realised the weight of the situation. 
They stood there for a while, completely perplexed, having been so scared off by your vulgar statements that neither dared to move. Andrew shut his eyes tightly, shifting his weight from foot to foot as he heard Maury in the room as well. He was barking orders at Judd, all of which went completely ignored, and cheering the two of you on.
Then, after what felt like aeons, the noise quieted down and the two preteens listened as you had a quiet conversation. Judd was way less mean, when he talked to you in private, they both noted. Only when you went off to get another pair of briefs, did they realise their mistake. But it was too late for them to move, instead they both stood there with rapidly beating hearts, faces bathed in red with sheepish expressions as you exited the room. 
You stuck your head out the entrance first, yelling in surprise when you caught sight of the two boys. “Oh my god.” You breathed, then realising that they probably heard most of what just went on.
Caught red handed, you couldn’t bear to look neither of them in the eyes. You straightened, quickly walking past them and holding your skirt tightly around your bottom. 
Levelling your voice the best you could, you called to them over your shoulder; “Judd’s in the kitchen, if you need anything,” You squeaked, bounding upstairs to your room before they could properly take in your dishevelled appearance. 
Nick panicked, now they had to go in the kitchen, or suspicion would surely arise. He grabbed onto Andrew’s sleeve, willing his legs to move and take the final few steps into the kitchen.
Into the dragon's den, where Judd, the dragon resided. 
“H-hi. Judd.” Nick stammered. Judd had his back to them, raiding the fridge for anything to drink. You had only stocked up on diet sodas.
The older teen acknowledged them with a grunt, not bothering to turn before his drink-mission was complete. The two boys stood awkwardly in the middle of your kitchen, waiting for whatever reign of terror Judd would have prepared for them; but none came. 
Judd slammed the fridge door shut, and to their total surprise, threw each boy a Diet Coke. “Need anything else?” He drawled, sauntering to the table and slumping down in a chair. He opened a coke for himself and got comfortable in his chair, downing almost the entire can in one go. 
Andrew and Nick shared a glance, and simultaneously inched towards the table. The two of them sat down quietly, still waiting for Judd to scare them away. 
But he was completely out of character, for once, he looked kinda relaxed. Albeit a bit sweaty and tousled, but as calm as Nick had ever seen his older brother. His eyes lingered on Judd’s neck, where he bore a collection of teeth indents, smudges from your lipstick and hickeys.
The three sat in silence for a bit, listening as the light under the cabinets buzzed and eventually Judd got up to fetch another soda. 
“You want any more?” He asked the two, and they politely declined. He shrugged and returned to the table with a new can. 
Nick fiddled with the top of his can, eyes flitting around the room nervously. “Judd. Can I ask you a question?” He dared not look up as he spoke, keeping his eyes planted on the table.
Judd grunted, his way of saying ‘go ahead.’
“Why are you being so nice to us?” The question visibly caught Judd a bit off guard, he stopped drinking for a brief moment, thinking the question over before his stoic exterior returned. 
“Y/n wants me to be nice to you. She likes you small assholes,” He shrugged. 
Andrew looked at the older bewildered. “Y/n told you to be nice to us?” He asked, voice cracking as if he couldn’t believe his own ears. 
Judd frowned. “That’s what I said, wasn’t it?” He snapped.
Andrew swallowed thickly. “Y-yeah. Sorry,” 
“But— I mean, why? She’s not even here, and, you usually don’t listen to anyone,” Nick was unrelenting, now past the point of caring if Judd would beat him up for asking questions. 
A pregnant pause wove through the room, as Judd thought about the question. He still looked considerably less angry than usual, but his features were set in a frown and his brows drew together and made it look like he was planning something sinister. 
“I do what she says because I love her.” He said eventually, glaring off into space as he thought his answer over.
Neither of the two boys could believe their ears. The Judd Birch had just declared his love publicly. It must have been the post-nut clarity. 
When they failed to respond, he continued on; “Sometimes you gotta do dumb shit, even if it’s fucking annoying, to keep a girl.” He mumbled, still deep in thought. Had the situation been different, Nick would have found it quite funny to hear Judd talk about such tender things in his gruff voice. 
Andrew leaned over the table, adjusting his glasses. “Is— Is that how you get a girlfriend?” 
At that, the corners of Judd’s lips moved upwards ever so slightly. He turned fully to them, a wicked look in his eyes. “That’s how you get laid, numbnuts.” 
Then Nick cut in; “But what after? What if I like this girl, and I really wanna touch her boobs, but I also want to talk to her. I mean just talk. Because she’s smart, and funny, and really nice,” 
Judd dug through his back pocket, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and opened the window on the wall behind him. He stuck one between his lips, and offered the pack up to the boys. 
“We’re twelve.”
Judd merely shrugged and lit his own cigarette. “If you wanna touch her tits, you gotta talk to her first. And don’t be a little creep. Charm her and shit,” He explained. 
Nick deadpanned. “Charm her?” Judd was everything but charming. It would forever remain the greatest mystery to him, how his brother managed to pull any girls at all. 
Andrew pushed up his glasses. “Actually, what Judd is saying is true. You need to make her feel as if you care about her—“ 
“—I do care about her!” Nick protested. 
Judd flicked a bit of his cigarette off over the window still. “Then it’s easy. Just talk to her, pussy.” He inhaled a long drag. “If she’s into small pricks, you’ll be just her type.”
The younger pouted. “Not funny, Judd.”
Judd cackled, lowly, sinisterly. “Then, how do you know if a girl likes you?” Andrew asked. 
“She lets you touch her tits.” 
Nick sighed. “C’mon, Judd! There has to be more to it— I mean, you have a girlfriend, so you obviously know.”
The eldest grunted and exhaled smoke through his nose. He thought for a bit before replying; “I was at a party, and I saw this girl, Y/n, and she was really fucking hot. Is really fucking hot,” He fixed the two middle schoolers a pointed look. “So I talked to her, turns out she’s really fucking sweet too. And when you meet a girl like that, all the rest comes naturally,” He finished his explanation, a bit smug as the two boys looked at him in wonder. 
“Not to offend, b—but haven’t you dated lots of girls? How’d you do that?” Andrew asked. 
Judd put his cigarette out in his, now empty, coke can. “Sure I have. You can also just fuck girls, but it’s a lot more fun if you like them,” He said. 
“How do I do that, then? Do I have to talk to her too, even if I don’t like her?” Andrew was a bit eager now, but Nick had to admit that he was also itching for answers. 
“No matter what, you gotta talk to her. Maybe not for long, and if you just wanna fuck, you have to say the right things,” He said, and then quickly added. “But don’t do that. I don’t want you two turning into little dicks,” 
“Then.. What if you’re already friends with her?” It was a bit of a jump in topic, but Nick had to get answers, and right now was probably the only time he had the opportunity to ask. 
Judd snorted. “You want to fuck one of your friends out there?” He cackled, motioning to the living room. 
Nick turned red very quickly. “No.” 
“Fuck, you’re a little simp!” The eldest was finding Nick’s personal troubles a little too funny, and he huffed, glaring at his brother. “But all the rules still apply. Be charming, talk to her, and don’t be a creep.” Judd eventually added, nodding at his brother. 
“Thank you, Judd.” Nick muttered, and he meant it. 
“Yeah, thank you, Judd,” Andrew echoed. 
Judd grunted. “Yeah, whatever. But don’t, ever, spy on me and Y/n again. I mean it. Or I will gut both of you like fucking fish.”
Hi, hello,, thank you of making it this far!
Originally, I wanted to label this “16+ do not interact if you’re younger” but honestly I ate shit like this tf UP when I was 13 💀 idk if I made Judd a little too OOC, sorry big mouth writers ☹️✋ I hope you enjoyed, though
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And anyways, I’ve been working on a really big project for a while now, it is literally my baby, and it’s a Loki x reader because I finally watched some marvel movies lol, I’ll wait with posting it till it’s completely done bc rn it’s kinda a mess (and not nearly done) but if anyone would be interested in beta reading the first 5 chapters please don’t hesitate reaching out to me!
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Tough days
Pairing: Carl Gallagher x fem!reader
Warnings: fluff, depression, self harm, anxiety (a little bit), blood, panic attack, sexual reference. I think that’s about it.
Word count: 2000-3000
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A/n: I’ve been absolutely obsessed with shameless lately and Carl is my favorite by far. Of course I had to stay up till 2 AM to write this. I’m currently working on a request sent but if you have a request please don’t hesitate to let me know :) enjoy my bad writing.
⚠️ if you are sensitive to topics of mental health please don’t read this. Your safety and mental health is a top priority. ⚠️
This gif of Carl makes me want to scream 😆
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Your POV:
It was known that life wasn’t fair.
It never was and it never would be.
It seemed like I could never catch a break.
Once life actually seemed good, something would come and fuck it up.
This time depression decided to fuck it up.
I’ve always suffered with it, but this time it was different. It was always manageable and short before but now, it was longer and harder to deal with.
The overwhelming fear that I wasn’t good enough and that everyone around me hated me was way stronger than it’s ever been.
Normally reading, writing, painting, or listening to music would help but I was too in my head this time.
I couldn’t get out.
Thought after thought filled my head as I held the small cold razor in my right hand.
It wasn’t the first time unfortunately.
It was some sort of relief. At the time that is.
Small droplets of blood run down my left forearm, the pain allowing for a small relief that I’ve been needing.
That relief is short lived when the thoughts come swarming back to my head.
Oh no not again.
No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn’t manage to get rid of the nasty thoughts.
Just one more.
One turned into two which then turned into three.
At that point I gave up. Not on life but on that form of relief.
It was only harming me not helping me.
I stand up from the toilet seat washing off the razor and my arm being careful of the fresh cuts.
The sting makes me wince as the water runs over my skin.
I turn the water off heading back to my room to change and hide the razor.
Spotting a grey long sleeve shirt I swap it out for my current t- shirt. Finding a pair of black, pink sweatpants I put them on taking my shorts off beforehand.
The heat from the shirt and pants envelops me making me feel happy.
I was no longer cold due to the weather that somehow only happens at night around here.
Lately things at home haven’t been the best. My parents are almost never home anymore. They never really cared about me in the first place.
I pick up my phone checking the time that shows up in big font.
11:43 PM.
My mind still runs as I check my recent notifications hoping and praying that Carl texted.
He didn’t.
Carl and I have been best friends for years. We met in school of course.
To be honest I have no idea why he wanted to be friends with me. I’m the complete opposite of him.
He doesn’t seem to care though.
Yes he does he thinks you’re annoying that mean voice in my head sneers.
That’s not true.. right?
Those thoughts plague my mind sending me into a whirlwind of emotions. How pathetic am I to be easily persuaded by a single thought in my head?
The panic in my chest starts to rise signaling the worst thing that could be happening right now.
Fuck.
Immediately I find Carl’s contact, pressing the call button.
Placing the phone to my ear with a shaky hand, I try to take deep breaths.
After the fourth ring he picks up.
“Hello?” He says in a groggy voice.
Shit. I woke him up.
“Hi um” I start before stopping my sentence as I feel a lump form in my throat.
“Hey you okay?” Carl asks on the other side picking up on my hesitation.
“I um. I-is it okay if I um. Come over” I stutter pinching my eyes together trying not to break down.
“Yeah of course, I’ll wait for you outside” he says, shuffling being heard from his side of the phone.
“T-thank you” I say starting to head for my front door.
“I’ll be here” he reassures before hanging up.
I place my phone in my pocket opening the front door. Shutting the door behind me I start for the Gallagher house.
It’s probably a good thing I live a few houses down from him.
The dark cold outside fills around me. The cold somehow creeping through my warm clothes.
Walking fast down the sidewalk, the panic in my chest starts to worsen making my head fog up and my heart rate pick up.
Carls figure appears a few houses away. His body sitting on the steps to his house as he looks out at the road the street light illuminating his face just the right way.
Without even realizing it my pace quickens hoping that I wouldn’t start breaking down in the middle of the neighborhood.
As I get closer and closer the tightness in my lungs starts making it harder for me to breathe.
Shit.
Tears sting my eyes when I reach his calm yet slightly worried appearance.
He immediately gets up noticing me standing in front of him.
Without a word he leads me up the stairs and into his warm and cozy home.
Home.
This felt like home.
The tears in my eyes start to fall as the panic attack starts to take control. Normally I’d be able to stop an upcoming attack before it starts but this one was way to strong.
“Shit y/n” Carl whispers shocked at my sudden emotions. He quickly pulls my body towards the couch as tears run down my cheeks.
It was embarrassing to have him see me like this. Even though we’ve been friends for years, I’ve never been the type to express my feelings openly. I’ve never cried in front of him before.
There’s a first for everything right?
He holds my face in his hands, worry lacing over his beautiful features.
Sobs rack through my body as it gets harder and harder to breathe.
“I can’t b-breathe” I hiccup placing a shaky hand on my rapidly beating heart.
Fear starts to push into my mind.
Not the typical fears.
The tightness in my chest and the lack of air going into my lungs was starting to scare me.
Was I dying?
“Look at me” Carl says trying to get my focus on him. His hand taps my leg enough to get my attention but not enough to scare me.
Everything around me starts to spin making it extremely difficult to focus.
“Y/n look at me” he tries again this time moving my head in his direction griping my chin slightly.
My eyes lock with his, my entire body feeling like it’s gonna give out any second. “Follow my breathing” he says moving my hands to his stomach so that I could feel the rhythm of his breathing.
The rise and fall of his stomach underneath my hands calms me the slightest bit. It’s not enough to stop my internal and external freak out though.
He takes a few deep breaths keeping his hands on mine. His eyes hold contact with mine the entire time. Not in a creepy way of course but more in a concerned way.
Inhale
Exhale
I try to do what he’s doing, failing a few times.
Inhale
Exhale
My heart beats a mile per minute, my mind still racing.
Inhale
Exhale
My breathing starts to get better as I follow his lead.
Inhale
Exhale
I open my eyes for what felt like the first time. No more cloudy eyes filled with tears.
Inhale
Exhale
My heart beat starts to slow down the more I match my breathing.
Inhale
Exhale
The panic attack comes to a slow close, my body feeling drained of any stamina it originally had.
That was the worst panic attack I’ve ever had.
“Good” Carl comments making it known to me that he’s relieved that I’m no longer freaking out. Squeezing my hands in his slowly taking them away from his stomach he gives me a small yet sad smile.
I could tell he wanted to ask me about it but I know he didn’t want to push. Considering the fact that this was the first time I’ve cried in front of him, he was smart enough to know that I wouldn’t immediately talk about it.
My mind starts to clear giving me that much needed silence in my head. The silence I only seem to get with him.
I bow my head a few stray tears falling from my eyes.
“I’m sorry” I whisper, the embarrassment starting to show through.
Everything I’ve bottled up has presented itself to the one person I didn’t think would be there to see it.
“Hey, hey” he says lifting my head wiping the tears from my face.
“Don’t ever be sorry for something you can’t control” he frowned looking into my slightly glossy eyes.
His green eyes stare deeply into mine with an emotion I didn’t quite know. His face shows so many emotions that tell me exactly how he feels about the situation. He seems more shocked and worried than anything.
I nod my head silently saying okay even though I was gonna continue saying sorry even in times where I did nothing wrong. That’s just me though.
After a few seconds of us sitting in silence, he reaches over to the coffee table grabbing the remote before turning the tv on. He slightly lays down urging me to lay down as well.
Grateful that he decided to leave it, I lean down next to him making sure I don’t get in his way.
“Want to watch something specific?” He asks turning to me pointing the remote towards me.
“Um. I don’t know” I answer looking down at my arms. My left sleeve had risen to the point where the fresh cuts underneath where showing. I pull my sleeve further down my arm quickly enough to make sure Carl didn’t see.
I was to busy worrying about my sleeve that I didn’t notice the fact that Carl was starting at me the entire time. With him staring at me meant him also starting at my exposed arm.
I didn’t pull my sleeve down fast enough.
He saw my arm before I could even blink.
His expression changed when I turned back towards him. This time he was more sad and discouraged.
“Oh y/n/n” he sighed leaning up so that he was closer to me.
He takes my arms in his hands slowly lifting both my sleeves up.
The right arm only had a few scattered scars from a while ago, but the fresh cuts on my left arm show in full display, a few of them still slightly bleeding.
He runs the tips of his middle and pointer finger around the cuts focusing on the sight in front of him. The small action causes goosebumps to rise on my arms.
“Why?” He questions lightly going over the cuts now. He was hesitant when asking one of the questions that I’ve been dreading since my depression started.
I’ve been hiding my emotions and my thoughts for so long that everything that should be let out is bottling up in my mind.
I trusted Carl with everything in me. I’ve always been scared to share my thoughts in fear that no one would care or they’d say that I’m an attention seeker. All of this comes from past trauma that has kicked my ass in the past and still does now.
It was time for me to tell him. He’s come to me in the worst times of his life crying at my shoulder. It was time to allow myself to do the same.
“I needed a release” I start, clearing the silence in the air.
He looks up at me a mixture of surprise and sadness knowing that I was about to open up about everything going on.
“My mind won’t shut up. I have these overwhelming fears that everyone around me hates me. That you find me annoying. That I’m not good enough” I explain looking at him for his reaction.
“There’s a lot more shit that I still need to talk about but I think for right now this is a good start” I say showing a tight lipped smile.
His eyes soften at my explanation.
“I don’t find you annoying at all. You are the only person I like talking to other than my family” he says moving his hands back down to mine.
“Truth is. I’ve had a crush on you since we met. I just never had the guts to admit it” he says rubbing small circles into my hands.
Relief and delight fills my body at his sudden confession. Relief that he wasn’t judging me for my thoughts and delight because the crush I’ve had on him for years was reciprocated.
I smile at him squeezing his hand “I’ve had a crush on you too.”
A smile graces his face now at my confession. He wraps his arms around my upper body pulling me towards his chest.
I feel myself melt at his touch as the sensation of calm runs through my veins.
I wrap my arms around his neck, my head finding it way to his chest. Our heartbeats quickens a bit at the interaction.
He kisses the top of my head making sure that I know he’s sincere about his confession before pulling back from the embrace.
“Let’s get you cleaned up” he says standing up from the couch. He reaches his hand out to me wanting me to take it.
“Okay” I smile taking his hand, standing up with a little bit of his help.
My body is still shaky which means my legs feel like jelly underneath me. Exhaustion still evident within me.
He leads me to the kitchen taking his hand out from mine when we reach the counter top and the sink.
I clear a spot on the counter before I hop up on it, waving my legs back and forth like a child.
He grabs a cup filling it with water handing it to me.
“Drink this” he demands handing me the cup while trying to sound stern even though he’s gone soft for me.
“Don’t go acting all mean on me now” I chuckle taking a sip of the cool water.
“I’ll be back” he laughs shaking his head at my statement. He walks up the stairs and out of my sight leaving me to sit with my almost clear mind.
I take a few more sips of my drink as I wait for him to get back.
A few minutes later he walks back down the stairs holding a first aid kit.
“Sorry I took so long, I couldn’t find it at first. There’s so much shit in this house that everything I see is lost the next day” he snickers examining the box in his hands.
I laugh as he sets it on the counter to the left of my body. He opens the box searching through the contents to find the things he needed.
He grabs some ointment and some alcohol spray, placing them off to the side. He then grabs bandage wrap placing that to the side as well.
Walking over to the laundry he picks out a dish rag walking it back over to the sink. He runs the water over half the rag making sure that that water is rung out.
“Ready?” He asks moving to my left side.
“Your not doing surgery on me right?” I ask trying my best to sound concerned for my safety.
I laugh a little to try and lighten the mood considering the circumstances i got him involved in.
He laughs as well placing the cold wet rag on my forearm. Focusing on what he’s doing he gently runs the rag along my arm making sure to clean up any blood or dirt that has built up around the cuts.
The more he looks at it the more I can tell it’s starting to affect him. His once smiley face turned serious as time went on.
“Promise me you won’t do this again” he pleads taking his eyes off my arm. He looks up at me with pleading eyes.
“I promise” I say giving him a genuine reassuring look that both me and him need.
It’s hard to make a promise that you don’t know if you’ll keep, but I know that if I do break the promise he would understand. Of course I��m gonna do everything in my power to never do this again.
His eyes light up at my promise making him smile. Seeing him happy about my promise makes me even more determined to not break it.
Using the dry side of the rag he dries up my arm, placing the rag into the sink for someone else in the house to take care of it.
He grabs the spray from off the counter uncapping it and pointing it towards my arm.
“This is gonna sting” he says spraying it onto the fresh cuts. The stinging sensation flows through my arm making me wince slightly.
It wasn’t the worst pain in the world but you could definitely feel it.
He quickly finished up with the spray giving me a sympathetic look as he caps the spray and puts it back onto the counter.
He looks back down at my arm grabbing the ointment unscrewing the lid.
He applies small amounts on my arm before rubbing it over the cuts with a gentle touch I never thought he’d have.
That alone makes my heart flutter.
I stare at him with loving eyes as he cleans his fingers off and grabs the bandage wrap. He starts to wrap my arm with the bandage making sure that it’s tight enough that It won’t fall off but not tight enough for it to cut off my circulation.
“There, all done” he smiles placing everything back into the kit shutting it closed.
I smile before looking down at my bandage wrapped arm. The white wrap goes around almost my entire forearm. The sight makes it look like I belong in a psych ward.
That thought makes me frown knowing what I did to myself.
I didn’t deserve that.
He didn’t deserve that.
“Hey” Carl says gaining my attention. I look up in his direction as he moves in between my legs.
“It’s okay” he says placing his hands on my hips. He looks at me with soft eyes.
The tears in my eyes start to fall down my face again. I quickly wipe them away trying to make it seem like I wasn’t just crying in front of him.
Carl takes my face in his hands rubbing my cheeks with each of his thumbs. “I don’t want you to ever feel like you can’t open up to me” he says keeping his eyes trained on mine.
“I know you don’t like talking about your feelings but it’s obvious whatever’s going on is hurting you. I don’t want you feeling hurt” he whispers the last part tears of his own starting to form.
“Carl please don’t cry” I say lifting my hands to his face so that I could wipe underneath his eyes. He moves his hands from my face down to my hips again lightly squeezing the fat that is there.
“Things at home haven’t been the greatest” I start about to tell my whole life story to him.
He stares at me intently urging me to continue my words as he rubs my hip bones with his thumbs.
“My parents were never around. I practically raised myself my entire life. Anytime they were home they would constantly yell at each other” I say looking at him then looking around the room.
“I’ve been dealing with depression and anxiety ever since I was 9 or 10” I confess. His eyebrows furrow at the age I said. That was a year or so before me and him met.
“It hasn’t been to bad to deal with. I can deal with it on my own, but this time it was worse” I bow my head feeling slightly ashamed at the fact that I couldn’t control it.
“I didn’t think I could go through this one alone so I came here” i finish as I look around the house. The safe proximity helping me feel okay.
I look back to him waiting to hear a response. He looks at me with big eyes and a small sad smile.
Out of nowhere he leans his head forward capturing my lips in a passionate and sweet kiss.
The kiss is soft and filled with the emotions running through his head.
My stomach explodes with butterflies, our lips move in sync with each other.
He keeps his hands on my hips this time squeezing them a little bit more than before.
A little out of breath we pull away our foreheads leaning against each other.
“Im so sorry if I gave you a reason to not trust me with everything you’ve gone through” he whispers to me touching his nose to mine.
“Carl” I start looking into his eyes. “Please don’t let yourself think that I don’t trust you. I trust you more than I trust anyone else in my life” I say.
“From now on I will talk to you anytime something happens. I won’t bottle things up anymore” I promise him taking my forehead away from his.
He smiles at me before wrapping his arms around my shoulders while mine wrap around his waist.
“You don’t know how long I’ve been wanting to kiss you” he chuckles resting his head on top of mine.
“Trust me. Me too” I smile leaning my head up to kiss the side of his jaw. He looks down at me a huge smile crossing his face.
“This definitely isn’t the right time but is it wrong for me to say that you kissing my jaw is a huge turn on” he says pulling away from our hug.
“Oh really” I smirk purposefully moving my hands to his waist so that I could pull him closer.
“Want me to prove it” he asks maneuvering his hands along my thighs dangerously close to where he wanted to be the most.
I would be lying if I said this wasn’t turning me on as well but instead of giving in I decided to be a tease.
“Nah I’m good thanks though” I say nonchalantly jumping down from the counter grabbing my glass that previously had water in it.
“You son of a bitch” Carl says looking at me as if I spit at him. Putting my glass under the faucet I turn it on filling the glass back up with water.
I point my left middle finger at him while I take a large sip of the water.
He looks at me in disbelief his eyes slightly wide.
I’ve never been like this before but I guess now I’m gonna show every part of me that he never knew.
“So that’s how you want to play huh?” He asks moving closer to me. He has a smug look on his face like he’s about to pounce at any moment.
“Don’t you dare” I say placing my glass down before backing away from him slowly.
He continues moving forward trapping me in the corner of the sink and the refrigerator.
Suddenly running towards me he picks me up making me squeal.
I wrap my legs around his waist while my arms wrap around his neck trying to make sure I don’t fall.
He laughs placing his hands around my back. He spins me around in a circle keeping a strong grip around me.
“I like this position” he comments earning a slap to the side of the head from me. “Stop it” I laugh wrapping my arms around his neck again.
He walks us to the living room lightly throwing me down onto the couch before landing on top of me.
He leans up to place a short kiss to my lips before turning the tv back on to a random channel.
He switches through a few channels before giving up. There wasn’t anything good on since it was practically the middle of the night.
It was some sort of animal channel but we didn’t care.
We only cared about each other.
He cuddled up to my chest pulling my sleeves back down my arms to my hands knowing it was annoying me.
I play with his hair as both of us start to loose touch of reality and start to blink back sleep.
Tonight’s actions run through my head one last time before I fall asleep with him cuddled up to me.
I hope every day includes special moments like what we had tonight.
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A/n: Every imagine I see they say Carl has blue eyes. When I looked it up on google it said that he had green eyes. So that’s what I went with. Hope you liked the imagine :) I had a great time writing it.
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anonymous-dentist · 4 months
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I feel that what some people fail to understand is that Q!Roier’s current dynamic with Pepito is the same thing he had with Bobby. They’re all about play fighting and teasing and calling each other names. It’s his way of showing love (to Bobby and Q!Cellbit, naming just a few). So I’m not too fond of some ppl being angry (classic twt with the worst takes possible tbh)
Also, Q!Roier receiving a new son after the scare of losing Richarlyson and Leonarda and the possibility of Q!Cellbit (and maybe even everyone else he’s loved, seeing that Q!Foolish and Q!Jaiden are also missing) being dead looming over his head… This is my interpretation, but I feel like Q!Roier was initially trying to detach himself from his new child Pepito. Can’t be absolutely crushed by losing someone if you don’t give a shit about them, right?
Who says Q!Roier won’t eventually get attached to Pepito, though? From what I’ve seen from today’s stream, he already is super attached lol rip
At least now he has another chance to keep his child alive :)
Yesterday he had just so much thrown at him immediately and he hasn’t had time to process his own emotions. Everybody around him has seemingly moved on from Purgatory, and he’s here still covered in blood and trying not to think about the fact that everyone he’s ever known and loved is gone. Like Purgatory fucked him UP!! He had to kill his own husband, and now Cellbit is… missing. Not dead, because Roier doesn’t seem to entirely believe that he is. But he’s missing, and so is the rest of Roier’s family, and everybody’s first reaction to seeing him was “You abandoned your child!”, which you know Roier took to heart because he still blames himself for Bobby’s death (after almost everyone told him that it was his fault.) And then they say he needs to shower and only Bad really seems to show any kind of concern, but it’s fine! Roier is fine! And nobody would tell him where Richarlyson was when he kept asking, and Pepito had to be the one to show him
Roier doesn’t believe that Pepito is real. He thinks he’s some kind of hallucination left over from the mental anguish he had to go through for two weeks. He thinks the eggs in the hospital are fakes. The world around him is crumbling, and now he’s got a new kid to take care of that he’s already told, “Hey, you’re gonna live in my dead son’s room in my dead son’s castle with a perfect view of my dead son’s statue. I won’t build a statue for you when you die. I won’t be attached to you, but I’ll take care of you.”
And everybody thinks Pepito is going to be the first to die, Roier included. They think Pepito will die because of Roier’s parenting style. Roier thinks Pepito will die because he’s Roier’s kid.
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vinylsbygi · 2 years
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soup, sniffles and sleep
a/n : so, first thing ever!! i have too much time for doing absolutely nothing, so i have some ideas for part 2 if you want :) enjoy!
warnings : throwing up, sick!eddie, kinda fluff, nothing else i think lol
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"Mr. Wilson, can I use the restroom?" you asked, feeling the worry take over you.
"Yes, of course, but don't forget to come back this time."
Taking all your stuff wasn't necessary, but it felt like you might not come back to this classroom today. Wandering the halls, looking for Eddie, who left the classroom for the same reason you just told Mr. Wilson, but didn't come back, even though twenty minutes already passed. It wouldn't surprise you if you found your best friend sitting on the floor, joint between his teeth and his black notebook in his hand. It was probably that. Yet, you couldn't help but feel something weird about this time.
Pushing the door to the boys’ bathroom, small cries and sniffles, it’s like your legs start walking faster, even running, to the only occupied toilet. As you knelt down, you can see soles of Eddie’s white Reeboks, his knees on the ground, hands on the toilet.
“Eddie, sweetheart, it’s me, can you let me in?” you asked. You weren’t sure if he’d let you in. If his cries were emotions, and he didn’t feel happy and energetic as he usually did, he wouldn’t. But you could hear him getting up, so you knew it wasn’t that.
Once the door opened, you stepped in, and he went back to the position he was in earlier. He was sick. It was quite visible on him. Dark bags under his eyes were a trigger themselves, but his tear-stained cheeks broke your heart. 
You weren’t exactly in love with him. You mostly saw him as a friend. But, if he ever saw you as more than a friend, could you feel the same for him? It wouldn’t be much different. All that was considered a ‘must’ in a romantic relationship, you already did. Nicknames, cuddles, hugs, nights in each-other’s arms. It brought you comfort, and you knew he felt the same way. Ever since he approached you with a smile, you felt good. It felt good for someone to care about you, but it felt better to have someone to care for. 
“You don’t look good.”
“Yeah, no shit. I think I’ve never-” finished that sentence, you thought to yourself, as he held the toilet again, throwing up. Your hands went to his hair and back, to help him, because you knew how miserable and clingy he was when sick. 
As he flushed the toilet, you got up, gesturing to him to do the same. He really wasn’t good, and probably needed a few days in bed, because he closed his eyes, shaking his head.
“No, sweetie,I…You gotta go back to Mr. Wilson’s class, you’ll get in serious trouble if you don’t.”
“Absolutely no! Eds, you’re my best friend and you’re sick. As your best friend, it’s my duty to take care of you. So, are you going to get up by yourself, or do I have to drag you on the floor through the whole school?” 
He took a deep breath, as he grabbed your hand, pulling him up. And he was about to protest once again, you pulled him into your arms, breathing in the perfume you had on all the time. He knew that you’re probably right, and that all he needs right now is a warm bed and a hot bath, but taking him home meant you leaving school. After a few times of leaving Mr. Wilson’s class, it was likely that he’d call your parents if you didn’t. But, oh God, his head felt like it could explode any second, and by looking at your face, he knew saying something would be fighting a battle that’s already lost. So, he gave in. He even let you hold his hand while taking him to your car. 
The ride to his trailer was mostly quiet. But it wasn't awkward. Eddie didn't really have a lot of energy to talk at the moment, and you respected that. You did have to stop the car a few times, though. At this point, you got so worried about Eddie that your own stomach started to hurt. But you couldn't focus on that. Your best friend, your soulmate, because you believed soulmates can be platonic too, was sick, asking you to stop the car so he can breathe some fresh air just for a moment. He had every bit of your focus and attention.
So, when you finally got to his trailer, he became the clingy Eddie he was when he was sick. It took about twelve minutes of begging him to come inside, and twelve minutes of him just saying he can stay in the car. After finally taking him inside, you expected him to get in bed on his own. He does that everytime you come to his place after school, but no, not this time. He just stood there, his hands together, looking at you like he was waiting for you.
"Get to the bed Eds, I'm making you soup. You need something warm right now." you said, taking bowls and noodles out.
"Oh. I… Aren't you gonna come and tuck me in?" left his mouth while focusing on his shoes. He really needed to clean those.
He looked up, only to see a sweet smile on your lips. You held your right hand out, and he took it right away.
As you were walking to his bedroom, he sneezed a few times. Way too much for a walk of fifteen seconds. He layed in his bed, looked at you with his puppy eyes, silently begging you to stay with him.
"I'll come back later, sweetheart, I promise. But you have to eat something." you said to him, feeling a little bit bad about leaving him.
You came back half an hour later; you finished cooking his soup, but your best friend fell asleep. You took the plate back to the kitchen, as you didn't have the heart to wake him up.
Every noise he made was hearable. Every breath he took, every sniffle, even some words. You always knew Eddie was a sleep talker, but some things he said just made no sense.
Just in an hour, he went from "I still think food is better than you" to "I wish I was a chair.".
But as you looked at him, deciding that a little bit of sleep won't hurt you, he turned around, pulling you closer to him.
"Take a break, Eds. You deserve it."
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george-weasleys-girl · 10 months
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Opposites Attract - Pt. 4
Snape's POV
Snape had never really considered himself the fatherly type. Even in the days when he still entertained the possibility of marriage, the idea of raising a child never appealed to him. Snape knew he was too selfish and easily vexed to be a suitable parent. He was, as much as he hated to admit it, too much like his worthless bastard of a father in that regard.
And yet, as he watched Y/N grow closer to the Weasley boy, a sort of protective paternal instinct rose up within him. He just couldn't see how this situation could end well, and he wasn't about to sit idly by and watch Y/N throw away a promising future for the likes of Fred Weasley.
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Y/N's POV
Y/N wrapped her cloak tighter around her as she descended the stairs to the dungeon. She should've layered up more before coming down here, she thought with a huff. One would think that with the combined magic of the headmaster and all the teachers, something could be done about these damned drafts in the hallways. But, no such luck. Maybe it was some sort of character building nonsense or some other similar bullshit. With a long sigh, she rounded the last set of stairs, trying to exhale all her frustration before her meeting with Professor Snape.
Of all days, Fred picked this one to be an absolute shit. He'd been waiting for her just outside the door of her Ancient Runes class. "Hey, love," he leaned down for a kiss. "I thought maybe we could take a walk before dinner. It's starting to snow."
Y/N smiled. "I'd love to," she replied. "But I've got my meeting with Snape in about fifteen minutes."
"Oh," Fred muttered, looking a away.
"I'll try to cut it short," she reached out, placing her hand on his arm. "I really would love to take a walk with you."
"I don't know why you're going at all," he spat.
The vehemence in his voice caused Y/N to step back. "We've talked about this before. I want to be a Potions Master and, like it or not, Snape is my mentor. Besides, even if I canceled, I still have to return his book."
"Oh yeah, his precious little book from his precious little collection," he mocked.
Y/N stared at him in shock. "What the hell is wrong with you?"
"Oh, I don't know, maybe it's that my girlfriend is choosing to go play teacher's pet instead of spending the afternoon with me."
Her gaze hardened as any sympathy she had flew out the window. "Never mind," Y/N spat back. "Forget me trying to get out early. If you're going to insult me for actually taking school seriously and pursuing my passion then you can fuck right off!" And with that, she turned on her heel and stomped away.
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Fred's POV
Regret slammed into him as soon as she disappeared around the corner. This was not how things were supposed to go.
All he wanted was to spend some time with Y/N and forget about his shitty afternoon.
His day had started out great. But then, he and George got into an argument over the best way to tackle the problem they were having with their newest invention. They didn't argue often, and today's disagreement wasn't really that bad. They'd actually already worked things out. But it didn’t matter. Their arguments always left Fred feeling a little out of sorts and sad. It wasn't something he'd ever admitted to anyone, least of all himself.
Usually, to clear his head, he'd go for a walk. But now, with Y/N in his life, he sought her out instead, craving her gentle, calming presence. The world never felt more right than when she was by his side.
Except he'd fucked up. He'd forgotten she had her monthly meeting with Snape today, and it was the final blow. So, of course, he had to act like a selfish prick.
Godric, I'm such an fucking idiot.
Fred kicked at a loose stone on the floor, debating what to do next. His gut told him not to run after her, that'd only make things worse. She needed to cool down first. But afterward, that should be better. Shouldn't it? Of course, it would be better, he reasoned. Following the path Y/N had just taken, Fred decided he'd wait for her at the top of the stairs leading down to the dungeon, and when she got out, he'd apologize and make things right again.
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Snape's POV
Snape raised an eyebrow as he watched Y/N stomp into his office, slamming the door shut behind her and dropping her backpack on the floor with a loud thud.
"Something troubling you?" He asked with a bemused air.
"What?" Y/N looked surprised, as if she'd just realized he was sitting there. "No, no - I'm fine."
Snape eyed her a few seconds before speaking again. "Very well," he said and leaned forward to replace the book she'd borrowed with a new one. He was pretty certain she wasn't, as she put it, fine, and wondered if her foul mood had something to do with the Weasley boy. He decided to broach that very subject after their book discussion.
"Shall we begin?" He asked.
Y/N nodded and pulled out her list of questions.
Throughout their conversation, he watched Y/N carefully. Assessing her behavior. He noted that she'd kept her mind on track despite being obviously upset.
Excellent discipline, Snape thought. That should make the next discussion more productive.
"Before you go, Miss Y/L N, I would like to speak to you about your future as it pertains to your career path," he began.
Y/N stopped packing up her backpack and looked up at him. "Of course, professor." She sat back down, folding her hands neatly in her lap.
"You still wish to become a Potions Master, yes?" He asked.
"Yes, of course."
"Good," he stood and paced the room. "As you are well aware, Potions requires steadfast study and a disciplined mind. It is important to stay focused. Trivial social distractions can lower the quality of your work."
Y/N gave him a puzzled look. "Trivial social distractions? Forgive me, sir, if I've misunderstood. But it sounds like you're saying I should have no life outside of my potion studies."
"Far from it, Miss Y/L/N," Snape returned to his seat. "But you should be select with who you devote your free time to. Surround yourself with people of like mind who understand and support your endeavors rather than those who seek to pull you away from your objective."
Y/N remained silent for a few long moments. Snape could almost hear the gears turning in her head. "I - I understand, professor," she said finally.
"Very good," Snape replied. "Now, go and enjoy the rest of your day."
Y/N simply nodded and hurried out of his office.
Snape leaned back with a self-satisfied grin, convinced that his message had hit home.
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Y/N's POV
Y/N hurried out of Snape's office, holding back the tears that threatened to spill over. How could she have been so stupid? Letting herself get pulled in by a pretty face. The professor was right. She needed to surround herself with people who supported her. She thought Fred did, but she was wrong. He'd shown his true colors today.
Confused and still angry, Y/N failed to notice the figure leaning against the wall at the top of the stairs.
"Y/N!" A voice called after her.
"Fred?" She turned around, surprised. "What are you doing here?"
"I came to apologize," he began, but then saw her wet, red-rimmed eyes. "You're crying, love. What happened? Did Snape say something to upset you?"
Y/N rolled her eyes. Was Fred really that dense? Or was he too junvenile to take responsibility for his own behavior?
"No, Fred. It wasn't Snape that upset me," she sneered. "But he did open my eyes."
"Opened your eyes," Fred's eyebrows scrunched together. "What the hell does that mean?"
"It means I've been a fool, thinking you actually cared about me or anything that's important to me."
"What? How could you think that? I do care," Fred entreated. "That's why I'm here. Because I care so much."
"For now," Y/N scoffed. "But what happens the next time you want me to take a walk and I need to focus on my studies?"
She started to walk away, but he stepped in front of her. "Y/N, baby, please. Just listen," he begged. "I was upset and stupid, and it won't happen again."
"I know it won't." Y/N's gaze went as cold as ice. "Because we're done, Fred Weasley. This relationship is over."
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diasdelfuego · 8 months
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Hi! Do you have all-time fav show recs? 👀
asking this question to a guy who loves talking about tv a much as i do should be considered some kind of dangerous enabling 😭 i swear i tried to be moderate! anyway, i do think these are all good shows, but they’re here on account of being my favorites, which means some equally good, or even better tv has been left out of this post! i'm not mentioning interview with the vampire simply because i think everyone who has in any way interacted with me in the last year knows how i feel about it, but if i did, it would definitely be in the top three, and i would have to rework the entire list. anyway!
#1 black sails (38 episodes)
an action drama about the end of the golden age of piracy and a prequel to treasure island. stunning actors, production and writing. it’s a story about imperialism, oppression and resistance, about the power of narrative, about the circularity of history. best television i have ever seen, and one of the best told stories i’ve ever had the pleasure of engaging with regardless of the medium.
(it can be a rough watch, there’s content warnings here!)
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#2 the get down (11 episodes) 
a drama about the fall of disco and the birth of hip hop, it’s funny, exciting, devastating, vibrant, hopeful, tragic. the beautiful production and fantastic music are only second to the actors, who absolutely kill it. you have powerhouses like giancarlo esposito and jimmy smits, but justice smith was an absolute revelation as the lead. 
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#3 leverage (77 episodes) 
a heist-action series about a crew of thieves who steal from corrupt corporations and politicians to give back to those harmed by capitalist greed. it’s a show that perfected the episodic format, there’s not a single dull or boring episode, and the leading characters are all fantastic.
while this is, without a doubt, one of my favorite shows of all time, i do want to mention that both timothy hutton and christian kane have had credible allegations of sexual assault and sexual harassment, respectively, raised against them, and while the production distanced themselves from hutton for the ongoing reboot (leverage redemption), kane is still involved and hutton is apparently close enough that he shows up on set. so, you know, torrent the shit out of it if you decide to watch it. 
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#4 jane the virgin (100 episodes)
a remake of the classic telenovela juana la virgen, it follows aspiring writer jane, who accidentally gets inseminated with a stranger’s sperm. funny, original, refreshing, very smart, and always earnest, it features some stellar actors and it’s a true love-letter to the latin american telenovela as a genre, and maybe the closest a tv show has gotten to true magical realism.
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#5 the exorcist (20 episodes)
a very loose sequel to the original book/movie, it follows young tomás, who hopes to become the first mexican pope, and marcus, an excommunicated exorcist. poncho herrera and ben daniels are incredible actors, the practical effects are horrific, and the writing regarding abuse, trauma and recovery is incredibly moving, if gutting to watch. 
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#6 double feature: crazy ex girlfriend (62 episodes) and bojack horseman (77 episodes)
a live-action musical about the worst woman you know, and an animated dramedy about the worst horse-man you know, these are two stories that i think really get at the heart of just how much mental illness can fuck with you and everyone around you, the intricacies of recovery, accountability, repair and forgiveness, and what it means to get healthier and find out your personality still sucks. 
#7 double feature: vida (22 episodes) and queen sugar (89 episodes)
two family dramas about siblings being brought back together after they inherit their parent’s property, they follow the hernández sisters, who inherit their mother’s gay bar in los angeles, and the bordelon siblings, who inherit their father’s farm in louisiana. both are intimate, tender, insightful stories about family, community and identity. queen sugar in particular had some of the best actors working nowadays, and they’re both beautifully realized shows. 
#8 double feature: killjoys (50 episodes) and the expanse (62 episodes)
two action series set in space, both vastly different in tone: killjoys is a raunchy space-western about bounty-hunters that becomes a sort of epic space opera in the style of star wars (chosen ones, mythology, prophecies); while the expanse is a political drama set in our own solar system, and much “harder” science fiction, trying to stay grounded and realistic where killjoys isn’t afraid to go for ridiculous. both have incredibly compelling characters, stellar actors, and very rich world-buildings. 
#9 double feature: trial & error (23 episodes) and timewasters (12 episodes)
two very different comedies, admittedly, but both delightfully absurd. on the one hand we have a defense lawyer working a ridiculous case in an insane town; on the other, a group of friends in a band who accidentally get sent to the past by a time-traveling elevator. both very original, both feature some of the funniest fucking comedic actors i have ever had the pleasure of watching at work, and both are very well realized, plus timewasters features some excellent music. 
#10 double feature: star trek deep space nine (176 episodes) and discovery (55 episodes so far, 10 yet to air)
discovery was my first ever star trek (i’m in love with sonequa martin green) and i fell in love with its world and its characters immediately. it’s a truly stunning series, with fantastic actors and production and some incredible plots, and i’m sure the last season will be just as good as the first four. deep space nine was my second trek, and i think it’s not only the best show in the franchise, but also some of the best sci-fi tv, period. like leverage, it really takes advantage of the episodic format, telling some incredible stand-alone stories in the span of forty-five minutes; and it features a stellar cast. 
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otomes-and-tears · 3 months
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Wondering what your thoughts and opinions are on the rest of the jerk squad boys, especially Nate?
Know that asking me this was a mistake because I’m RABID for them. I’m FOAMING at the mouth and shaking just at being asked to ramble about my boys because I am plagued by thoughts of them that I’m absolutely going to unleash upon you now.
This is not going to be coherent at all. I apologise for that.
By the way— since I already talk about Shiloh way too much, he’s not going to have his little section here. If you want to see my rambles about him, please check my masterlist!
I’m probably going to talk about Jeremy separately because…. I actually haven’t finished his route. It’s the only one that’s left.
Since you asked about him first, Nate is one of my favourite boys. I have a special place in my heart for him because he kind of reminds me of my girlfriend, and I do think that his dynamic with JB is one of the most entertaining in the bunch. He’s always snapping back at her and it’s so fucking funny. Every time they’re out together I keep getting this mental image of JB being strapped in a baby leash with Nate trailing behind her like an exhausted parent.
Like Shiloh, he’s also a character that I think about a LOT, particularly about the way he handles (or does not handle) his emotions and his obsessive need to have control over everything around him.
I think it’s really telling that Nate continuously strives for perfection and frequently neglects his own emotional needs when he practically raised himself, admittedly saw the school as his home, and when we know for a fact that he was seen and treated as a mini-adult throughout his life.
Like, you cannot tell me he wasn’t praised endlessly as a child for being independent and self-sufficient and then when he grew older people were constantly exasperated that he was too independent and didn’t know when to ask for help when needed! Nate is probably endlessly confused as to why something that was touted as being such a good trait for a good portion of his life suddenly became a problem.
Anyways, I think it’s kind of tragic how he spent most of his life at that school and I legit teared up when they graduated. It’s also very sweet how despite being a perv and living to make him uncomfortable, JB is surprisingly respectful of his boundaries regarding physical touch and doesn’t push him to kiss or hug her. Yeah, she teases him about missing the perfect moment but she’s happy to let him decide when he’s ready to do all of that!
It’s also nice that she tries to support him, even if she isn’t exactly good at it. SHE’S TRYING HER BEST BC THEY LEGIT LIKE EACH OTHER EVEN IF THEY BOTH HAVE ISSUES!!
Regarding Everett… I didn’t expect to like his route as much as I did, but he has SO MUCH ANGST POTENTIAL.
Like, his whole relationship with Nate? The fact that he’s a momma’s boy?? HE WAS REJECTED BY PRAN In like, the WORST way possible??
It’s just, chef’s kiss. A whole lotta angst wrapped inside a tiny, hipster-shaped package. Pure perfection.
My only issue with his route is that the whole time, I felt like JB was getting in between him and Nate. This is my headcanon, but I feel like after high school, if JB and Everett don’t immediately have an explosive, dramatic breakup there are only two possible routes: either he leaves her for Nate or they add Nate into the mix.
I’m sorry, but no other alternatives compute for me, not after their conversation in the tunnel of love. That shit goes way past just a codependent friendship.
I think I’ve mentioned this once before but Bae is likely my second favorite jerksquad guy. I can’t really explain why his condescension is so funny to me, but it might be because my favorite parts of the game were the group meetings and Bae’s borderline paternalistic attitude towards the other characters (because he’s mAtURE and knows what’s best for them) and his sarcasm made for some really great dialogue and some of the funniest scenes in my opinion.
Just as a side note— I played xoxo blood droplets and Bae’s route made me realize how much potential he has to be a yandere in an au! And now that I’m thinking about this I NEED to write about it. Even if it’s just headcanons or something.
I love him in game. I’d probably throw hands with him three minutes into a conversation if he existed IRL. I sent my girlfriend screenshots of his sons of his scenes while I played and she said that I was a bit like him. It made me reevaluate my life LOL
Okay so, I’m going to be real with you: Pran is my least favorite of the boys. I’ll admit that when I played through his route last year I kept complaining about not having that much fun and not liking him a lot as a character. My view changed as I got to the end of the game:
Pran’s is still my least favorite route but he’s one of the most interesting guys to analyze.
In the end, even if it took me a bit to get into it, I still ended up enjoying it immensely anyway.
I think what made me dislike him at first was that, ironically, I think that Pran as a character works best in group scenes. He’s a contrarian and he’s very quiet most of the time, which makes his very occasional interjections some of the funniest moments in the meetings, but that’s also why I didn’t find his dates as fun LOL
I think that with the other characters I had a better time because how they played off JB during their dates, while with Pran it was funny to see JB trying so hard to engage with him or get a rise out of him just for him to barely react (and it makes the instances where she does manage to catch him off guard very rewarding) on the first few times, but it started to get old for me. There’s only so many times I can hear him say no, and that he doesn’t care before it gets annoying.
For me the highlight of his route was seeing Shiloh have a weird, one-sided beef with him. Shiloh pretends to like everyone but this is where he draws the line apparently 😭
Anyways, you might be wondering why I said he’s one of my favourites to analyse if I didn’t have much fun playing through his route. That’s mostly because of his backstory, which I genuinely find to be fascinating.
He’s basically a textbook example of avoidant attachment, which is due to the severe neglect he suffered as a child. Honestly, I could make a whole post about this alone if anyone is interested.
That coupled with having to adopt a mentality where nothing he ever did or said was ever right, because either his parents or grandparents would get upset, which led to him always being quiet or choosing the contrarian option, and you get a pretty fascinating character to think about. It’s interesting to examine his relationships through this lense: it makes complete sense that Pran has a difficult time engaging with JB and connecting to her emotional needs. The few relationships he has maintained exist out of necessity! And he tries so hard to push her away, in the same way he pushed everyone else away, but she just refuses to leave. Refuses to accept defeat. She’s fully determined to figure him out and make their weirdass relationship work and it’s something I admire JB for. That girl is a TROOPER.
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46 + steve pleaseeeee my love <3
anything for you rubes bff <3 hope you enjoy! (0.7k)
prompt: "i've had a terrible day at work so just kiss me"
Working with Keith had to be something straight from a circle of hell, Steve’s convinced. It doesn’t help that he’d been dealt the worst hand this week.
Robin getting sick, meaning he’s either working alone or with Keith--he’s not sure which is worse, his parents actually in town for longer than a few days at a time, his car deciding to go haywire and being stuck in the shop for a week. 
His only saving grace is you, waiting for him against the hood of your outside Family Video, with a warm smile and twinkling eyes every day that week after your own shifts at the local bakery. You’d insisted on picking him up, shrugging off his protests with a it’s no big deal, honey, honest. 
You’re there like clockwork, cross-legged on the hood of your car at 6:30 on the dot. Steve can’t make it outside fast enough. He drops everything, abandoning the restock cart in the middle of the horror section, desperate to get out as soon as possible. 
He’s clocking out in a flash, not even bothering to say a goodbye to Keith on his way out the door, letting the jingle of the bell above it say it for him. You perk up, spine straightening and smile growing when you see him come out the door. Today you have a smudge of flour on your cheek. 
Something is wrong, though, and you clock it instantly. The way his shoulders deflate, his hair more tousled than normal, lips puckered in the slightest of pouts. Even his name tag, the orange plastic crooked to the left on his work vest. You stand up, your feet hitting the ground with a soft thud. 
“Hey, what’s wrong?” your voice is soft around the edges with concern. He shakes his head, body warming up and glowing because you know him so well and he loves you so much. 
“Just a shit day,” he says once he’s close enough, tips of his nikes hitting the tips of your converse. He’s staring down at them, corners of his mouth quivering with the ghost of a smile. You blink once and it’s gone, the pout taking over again. 
You reach your hands up to his face, palms against his cheeks and thumbs stroking the soft skin there. You dip your head a little, trying to have him look at you. A gentle pressure from your fingertips into his face and you’re adjusting his head so you can really look at him. 
You open your mouth to speak, the question on the tip of your tongue and Steve can hear it before you say anything. Can I help make it better? He cuts you off before you get a chance to speak.
“Kiss me?” his voice is almost shy, eyes focused on the way your lips curve into the sweetest of smiles. You can feel the heat that rises into his cheeks, it warms the tips of your fingers. “I just, it’s..” he exhales sharply through his nose. “I’ve had an absolute god-awful day at work so just kiss me?”
He doesn’t even get to say please before you’re pulling him in, lips pressing against his. Soft at first, the gentlest of touches and then you’re pulling away and Steve’s mouth chases after yours. His hands hold firm on your hips pulling you closer to him, one sliding to the small of your back to keep you there. 
He’s kissing you all tender and firm like he’s trying to memorize the way you feel against him and the taste of the cookie dough you’d sampled at work, the chapstick you wear. A hand slides down his neck to the back of his hair, strands soft and smooth between your fingers. 
A car drives past and you take a minute to lean back, slightly breathless and a little shy at how public you just were. There’s a soft hint of a smile on Steve’s face and you watch his eyes scan over you, gaze focusing in on a spot on your left cheek. His hand rises to your face, thumb brushing away the flour caught there. 
“There was flour,” a gentle murmur as he rubs his fingers together to rid it. Your smile is like a moonbeam on a clear summer’s night. 
"Better?" Are you feeling better? Flour all gone?
"Better." No more flour. I'm always better as long as I have you.
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hi jen! first off, i love your blog and it definitely helped me realize i’m a femme by helping me realize just how much i love butches. now i’ve been in a relationship with a butch for close to two months and it might be crazy but i can really see myself marrying my butch one day. i never knew i could feel so loved and cared for before i met them. what i wanted to ask you is, what can i do to be a good lover to my butch? is there anything you as a butch would recommend all lovers of butches to do for their honey? i hope you’re having a great day
I pushed away my natural attraction to femmes for fear of being "like a man" or "predatory". Basically I was letting rhetoric from straight and LGBT Communities form my ideas about what butch/femme meant. The myth that butches (or femmes) don't exist outside of their relationship to each other and that is was mimicing Man/Woman roles and societal rules was pushed at me from many angles.
There is absolutely nothing wrong with feeling at our most butch/femme when with each other and gaining stength from our chemistry with each other, both as friends and in romantic situations. There is also no reason to act in ways we are not comfortable JUST to push back against roles that are perceived as "heteronormative". Denying what makes us happy is akin to parents being upset when their son like trucks and rough housing because that makes him "stereotypical". No. It makes him human and people should be able to enjoy what they love without being judges for being stereotypical OR going against the grain.
My last girlfriend (and deepest love of my life) didn't use femme and I didn't care because her connection with me was undeniable and deep. She made me feel loved and wanted and unique.
My first girlfriend was a dyed in the wool strong femme. She tried her best to get me to embrace my butchness and the understand that I was allowed to be protective and do nice things for her while also letting my guard down and being vulnerable in intimate situations. I was not ready.
Here are some of the things that made me feel safe and seen as exactly who I was, a short butch with an outgoing personality and a zest for life and people who deperately wanted to let my passion for women free from supression.
Helping me pick outfits. I am pretty utilitarian in my clothing style. When we had a nice dinner out or a party my last girlfriend would help me pick clothes that looked good on me. Encouraging me to wear a tie or crisp button down. She let me wear my suspenders or a fitted vest and helped me button it up and straighten the seams. It is a miracle we ever made it to dinner when she did that.
Establishing I am hers in public settings, even if no one else noticed. When she would slide her hand on to the small of my back under my coat or flannel and rest it there I would go weak in the knees. Feeling her gentle touch, letting me know she is there with only me was like being drunk on feeling good.
Don't assume sexual roles or bedroom activities are a certain way for your butch. Touch is important to me but vulnerability was hard. Build trust and have some fun but in the privacy of our beds all butch/ femme stereo types should be left out in the cold and what ever brings out mutual passion should be the goal.
Pocket knives, belt buckles, and ugly Christmas sweaters are my favorite gifts. Things she made and frogs or toads she has thrifted are wonderful reminders that she knows me and loves me. She still sends tiny gifts to me because our friendship is strong and for that I am grateful. Figure out what tiny things make her smile or laugh and even bring her out of her comfort zone in a fun way. I wear too tight ugly sweatshirts that she gave me all the time and give no shits as to what other think because they remind me of her.
I am so glad you found love and passion with your butch and are doing your best to honor her as she is. Being a butch woman is never easy out in the world but being butch in a warm and caring home with a loving femme is peak lesbian life.
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damonsalvitorewife · 2 months
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Big Brother
Summary: your brother died and JJ doesn’t like your 
Request: no 
Warnings: talk of death, dead bro, mean comments, JJ being an ass, fluffy end. 
My brother just died and this is how I got my anger and emotions out. I’m sorry if it’s bad. 
MY WORK IS NOT TO BE REPOSTED, TRANSLATED OR COPIED PLEASE DON’T STEAL MY WORK!!
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You’re on your way to the Château for the first time since your brother just died you haven’t really been up to hanging out much is Justin died he died three months ago and it’s been really hard. Justin was your rock. Both of your parents passed away when you were seven since then Justin has been there whenever you needed him wherever you needed him I guess until now .
“ hey yn look who finally decided to show up” JB said giving you a hug.
“ it’s good to see you guys.”  You  said giving Sarah a hug.
“ how have you been since Justin?” Sarah asked. 
You spelt, tears sting in your eyes at the mention of Justin‘s nam. 
“ i’ve been all right it’s just hard because I still tried to call him and text him and I wake up and realize he’s gone.” You say in a sad tone. 
“ come on we have to go pick JJ and Pope up.” JB said.
JJ maybank he never really liked you don’t know why he just… anytime you talk to get mad at you randomly for no reason to hurt your feelings sometimes but just you know, we said that tell men wore. 
You were torn away from your thoughts by JJ speaking. 
“ ugh, who invited Miss emotional.” JJ asked clearly upset. 
“ I did she needs to get out of her house.” Sarah said.  
“ oh, so we’re babysitters now is that it?” Jj said with an eye roll. 
“ dude stop being such a dick all the time.” Kie said.
“ I’m not being a dick all I’m saying is that why can’t she go hang out with her brother or some shit? Why does she have to hang out with us?” 
Jj said.
You start tearing up at his words.
“ I mean come on man look at her she’s already crying again. He said pointing a finger at her. 
“ John B can you just take me home? I’m sorry for intruding. OK I’m didn’t even wanna be here. you know what fuck you.  if I could hang out with my brothers still I would be instead of sitting here. Bitch about how I’m fucking snob and stuck up when I’ve done literally nothing to you. I’m sorry that my brother just died and that I have nobody anymore OK but don’t worry I’ll be off the island soon enough!!” 
Right then all there faces dropped as JB pulled up to the dock you jumped off with all your belongings and ran to your car. 
“ JJ what the actual fuck is wrong with you. She just lost her brother. The only family she had left. And your mad at her for grieving! How much more of a dick could you be? Hm?” Sarah yelled at him.
“ I-I didn’t know. I’m I’m sorry. I’m really sorry okay?” Jj said flustered. 
“ okay. First of all how the fuck did you not know? Second of all why are you telling us sorry when it should be yn you need to  apologizing to?” Pope said. 
“ okay okay I’m going.” The blond said 
Time skip at your house. ( sorry I’m lazy) 
“ what do you want Jj? Hm? To make fun of me some more?” You asked anger laced in your voice. 
“ no. No actually I came to say I’m sorry. And I am I’m sorry for today and not only today but every other day too. It’s just your so nice and pretty and I- I don’t know. I just.. I know I’m out of your league and I didn’t want to get attached. But it’s not about me it’s about you and I’m really sorry.” The blond looked at you shyly. 
Your heart felt like it was on fire. He liked you. JJ Maybank liked you. 
“ I want to say it’s okay but it’s not J. Everything you said really hurt me. But I do like you too.” You admitted. 
“ Is there any way I can make it up to you.” He asked a little taken back with the fact that you like him. 
“ actually two things. One you stay and we hang out eat some dinner and learn more about each other. And two you take me on a date.”  You said with a slight smile. 
“ absolutely.” He said with a huge smile on his face. 
Things may not be good right now, but maybe with JJ and the pouges things could eventually get better. 
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Runaway - Chapter Ten.
I’M SO SORRY I didn’t post this yesterday, besties! I completely forgot, getting sidetracked with working out and chores! Here it is, though. Take your time getting to the next 30 notes, if you like, but if you’re desperate for more then no problem, all up to you guys! Thank you so much for your engagement, as ever! 
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Previous chapters - Prologue  One  Two  Three  Four  Five  Six  Seven  Eight  Nine
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Words - 2,120
Warnings - 18+ content throughout, minors DNI!
“Oh, look at this, here’s your daddy and you’re just mad as hell! What a welcome, huh?” Hannah spoke over the puce faced, full scale meltdown her daughter was throwing as she opened her front door. Manny took the howling baby immediately, noticing right away how exhausted her mother looked.  
“Now, come on, tiny girl. Ain’t that bad, is it?” he began, talking to her soothingly, wincing when she about blew his left eardrum out, turning to Hannah. “Apparently it is.”  
“She’s been howling for the past half hour, and most of the afternoon. She isn’t running a fever, she’s fed and dry but apparently, she just wants to make me feel like I’m the worst mother on earth while sleep depriving me too, just for good measure!” she exclaimed, but lightly, trying to play it off a little with some humour. To add to it, as soon as Manny sat down on the couch with Lola rested to his chest, she finally stopped. She had to bite her lips together to prevent them from wobbling.  
Of course, he noticed. “When was the last time you got to relax for a while?”
Hannah made a thoughtful face. “Oh, let me think. First trimester, I think.”  
“Shit,” he rumbled, laughing softly before nodding in the direction of her slightly ajar bathroom door. “Go for a soak in the tub, have some you time, go on. I got this one.”
Hannah hesitated; with a look of concern Manny read with one hundred percent accuracy. “It’s alright, Hannah banana. For the last few days, whenever I’ve had a spare moment I’ve been reading up on all this parenting shit. I think I read through about fifty different websites, twenty of which contradicted the one before, so I called for backup. Lily kindly sat and basically wrote me out my own baby book of dos and don’ts, what’s really important, semi-important and what not to worry about. It’s my bible, and I got a good memory, so don’t stress. She’s in good hands.”
She looked placated by that information, smiling fondly, touched that he was really taking the role of daddy very seriously. God, she’d gotten so lucky. “Thank you. I’ll be out in half an hour.”
“Take your time.” He winked, kissing Lola’s soft, sweet-smelling head, Hannah heading into her bathroom, her emotions stirred. There within the dark brown tilled room, the water chugging into the deep tub from the double faucet and filling the air with steam that the whirring extractor took care of, she poured in her bubble bath as silent tears slipped from her eyes. After everything she’d been through, it was such a relief that the man who had fathered her baby was being completely effortless in all of this.  
With Michael, it had been hell. Absolute hell.  
It had started a month and a half after their breakup, Michael calling and asking if they could meet, stating that after having time to reflect and regardless of everything, he missed her. She’d turned down his request, explaining that while she still felt awful over her actions, she was at peace with the result of them. He seemed to take it with grace to begin with, wishing her well... until the text messages began flooding in.  
‘We can make it work, Hannah. Okay, so maybe I’ve been a little too assertive in our relationship, too quick to take the lead, so let’s give it a chance for me to make up for that, give you a little more freedom of choice. How about that?’
Except she’d mentioned the unfairness in the past, and he’d done nothing about it. If he really wanted to change, he would have done so before then. At forty-two years old, he’d had ample time to better himself.
‘Come on, babe. There’s no point ignoring me. You know we’re both at the age now where it makes sense to settle down, so why not with each other now that I’m making the effort to change?’
Except he wasn’t.
‘Hannah, this is fucking ridiculous. You know we’re meant to be together, come on! What, have you found someone else? Just call me, okay?’
And then he began turning up at her apartment, banging on the front door, calling for her to come out and face him, or let him in so they could talk. He’d spend hours out there, becoming verbally aggressive, trying to pick the locks, threatening her if she didn’t let him in. After the third consecutive night, she’d abandoned her hope that he would get bored and called the police, her neighbours also lodging complaints about him disturbing the peace.  
On and on he persisted, even taking to watching her apartment after he’d finished work, following her when she went out to the store or met up with Shonda or her family, even barging his way into the restaurant she and Ange, her sister-in-law had been having dinner at one evening, having to be physically removed by three of the servers, Hannah mortified and frightened by the scene he’d made.  
After that, he went quiet, Hannah thinking that luck might have shone on her a little, recently finding out that she was pregnant, dealing with the stress and shock of that, knowing that she was too far gone for a termination, and even if she wasn’t, deciding that she didn’t actually want one. She very much wanted to be a mother.  
She was twenty-one weeks, with her little bump showing nicely, when Michael made an appearance again, following her from the store one night, confronting her in the parking garage beneath her apartment block. He’d screamed at her so much, she’d trembled in fright, wrapping her arms around her stomach protectively as he’d ranted at her.  
“How dare you do not tell me! How fucking dare you. That’s my child too, Hannah, I have rights, you know!”  
She’d been too frightened by his escalating aggression to reveal the fact that there was only a fifty percent chance that the baby was his. Thankfully, that night she’d had Jayden, her neighbours’ son come to her aid, all six feet six of him towering over Michael, advising that he should back the hell down, watching him leave before insisting on escorting Hannah back upstairs while carrying her groceries, well-mannered kid that he was.  
After that, she’d had his mother on her back, his sisters, and him, so much so she’d had to change her phone number and had, for a while, seriously considered selling her apartment and moving elsewhere. He then began to reach out via email, hundreds of messages per week, continuing to show up on her doorstep, Hannah cataloguing it all before taking it to the police, Ange, Jayden, his parents and a few other neighbours providing statements that backed up her claim for harassment and stalking. To put it mildly, she’d been frightened out of her mind for her safety, with how he’d behaved.
It was only when she’d reached her thirtieth week of pregnancy that finally, the restraining order was put into effect, and everything calmed down. By that time, though, she was exhausted and had been ever since. Raising a baby as a single mother, while continuing to work was the toughest thing she’d ever done.  
Her parents had helped, both doting on Lola, having her to stay overnight on occasion so Hannah could get a full night of sleep and have time to run her errands, but still, it had been so tiring, being the full-time caregiver, doing it all alone.  
Thank heavens she didn’t have to any longer, dying her eyes as she sniffed, undressing and sliding into the bath, sinking down until she was submerged completely. While she was relaxing, Manny was getting to grips with being on dad duty.  
“How the hell can something so small and pretty produce what can only be described as demonic shit? For real, tiny girl. That ain’t right,” he spoke, his daughter now fresh and clean, the offending diaper tied into a bag and condemned to the trash. “I thought I was gonna have to call a priest for a moment. Oh, ya’lll smiling at me now, huh? You think this is funny, don’t you?”
He tickled her, watching her grin grow wider, lifting her up and carrying her back out of her room, glad he’d actually managed to change her successfully without having to call Hannah for help. YouTube videos provided a wealth of information when someone new to all of this – as he very much was – required a little demonstrative instruction.
He’d have been lying if he’d stated he didn’t find it daunting, being responsible for another person, a tiny one at that, but he wouldn’t fail Lola like his own father had failed him. He’d learned that Manuel Snr had passed away seven years ago from colon cancer. He found that quite fitting, that such an asshole be taken out literally by his own asshole. It was something he touched upon later that evening with Hannah, after Lola had thankfully gone to sleep without fuss.  
“I want to thank you again, for stepping up, making all of this so easy,” she told him, Manny reaching to squeeze her hand.  
“I ain’t gonna be no deadbeat dad. I had one of those,” he explained, continuing when Hannah’s face shifted to curiously sympathetic. “He walked out on my mom, my siblings and I when I was five. We never saw him again, not even when my mom managed to locate him in order to serve his no-good ass with divorce papers. He never cared about any of us, but thank fuck I had the best goddamned male role model in my gramps. He raised me better than to abandon a child, and I wouldn’t anyway, because no kid deserves their dad to be that fuckin’ selfish, you know?”
“Jesus, that’s awful.” She shook her head, her forehead creasing. “I’m so sorry you had that happen to you.”  
“Don’t be,” he assured, “because if I hadn’t, I likely wouldn’t have had such a healthy childhood, growing up on the ranch in La Paz County. It’s beautiful out there.”  
“You grew up on a ranch? What, with cattle and horses and everything?” she exclaimed softly, her eyes lighting up. “You only mentioned that you’d moved to Yuma because of a girl, and then ended up here because of, what was it you called it, a conflict of interests in your club back there. I never knew about the ranch!”
“Yeah, Blackstone Ranch was my home until I was twenty-five. Long days, hard work, but it was cool. I miss it sometimes, being on horseback for most of the day, out in the wilds,” he revealed, Hannah continuing to look amazed.
“Oh wow, you can ride? You actually worked there, too?”
“Hell yeah, darlin’. I was a cowboy before I switched to being a Mayan. My gramps got me up on quarter horse when I was six. He didn’t believe in letting me learn on a pony, and for that I thank him. I got good control. Whenever I go back, he gets me up on the unruly youngsters, because I’m hard to throw. I got an ass like glue once it hits the saddle.”
“This is so fascinating! I rode for a little bit as a child, but I quit after falling and breaking my collarbone. I know I shouldn’t have, that I should have got back on, but that nasty pain kinda scared me out of the saddle,” she shared, Manny nodding.
“Well, gramps asked when I’d be coming to visit so he and my gran can meet Lola. We’ll have to get you back up on a horse while we’re there.”  
Her face was a picture of trepidation, but inside, she sparkled at the prospect, of being introduced to his family, seeing the world he’d come from. “Do you ever miss it?”
“I do,” he began candidly. “Not the 4am starts, but I miss my grandparents, and my horse. I got a mare called Midnight, most beautiful, soulful horse in the world. Gramps made me break her in as a crazy two-year-old when I was eighteen. She’s mostly retired now, but she doesn’t have a clue that she’s twenty-three and technically on her way to being an old gal. She still loves to run; still jumps anything you point her at. Typical Mustang, she’ll be all fire until the day she dies.”
Listening to him speak of his old life, and his plans to include her in revisiting it made her chest flood with warmth. And then it hit her.  
He was engaged.  
Just when things were seeming to become simpler for her.  
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iwonderwh0 · 2 months
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Watching saltburn because I hear too much about it
Spoilers ahead!!! If you haven’t seen it but planning on, scroll away, cuz there are some twists that are worth experiencing first-hand. The internet made it look like it’s gonna be some trash shock movie, but it’s a really false advertisement I’d say.
Ohh, I love the beginning, it promises theatrical, level of over the top drama, just how I like
Thank god there are subtitles I can barely understand their accent
Damn, I just thought about how what I know about this movie reminds me of “Bright Young Things” and now one of the characters straight-out mentions the novelist who wrote the “Vile Bodies” (screenplay the movie Bright Young Things is based on) was basically writing about his family. Okay, so that was really spot-on impression
What’s Felix’s deal? 🤔 it looks suspiciously like love-bombing from his side what he’s doing
Damn, Oliver might be as weird as that math nerd with anger issues if not weirder. Only 20 minutes in, and our protagonist is already a creepy stalker
Oliver what the fuck, what was this sudden condescending parent mode switch with cleaning up as if just to be arrogant about it 😂
I feel like Felix might be in danger, I don’t trust Oliver anymore
Honestly I’m not even sure if Oliver is telling the truth, he might be straight out lying to gain sympathy, kinda looks like it
I really don’t understand why Felix keeps Oliver around. I don’t think he likes him that much as he is trying to show at all, and he already showed his gratitude for that bike. It’s like he needs him for something maybe?
Oh so Oliver did tell the truth
What does Felix wanttttttt I’m so confused
The complete shift of the room to instantly shower Oliver with compliments what’s up with that? Is it some rich people thing??
And instantly back to talking shit about the person who just left! Damn that really is theatrical shit
“But he spoke Russian all the time and it just sounded so romantic” lmaoooo no it did not 😭
The way they talk!! Jesus Fucking Christ, what an impressive skill of bullshitting. Absolutely no one mean what they say, that’s even impressive
Oh, MGMT!
Oh, I’ve heard something about the bath scene
Belle Delphine bath water, is that it? Is that the level of gross that impressed people?
The fucking mind games everybody is playing oh boy
I don’t understand what’s going on anymore
Is Oliver just trying to prove he’s not gay?
Oh the fucking song pick oh my god this is painful to watch and I don’t even like Oliver
I’ll have to watch some explanation after this movie, it’s so confusing, what happened
Oh, will it turn out that he lied about everything?
SO I WAS RIGHT ABOUT SUSPECTING IT
Oh my god
Oh my god
Fuckkkking Oliver the migraines he just keeps going Jesus Christ
Is he gonna kill Felix? I feel like someone will get killed, maybe even on accident
Wait but HOW
Was it the wine?
Is he stabbed to the ground, why can’t they move him?
The lunch scene, red curtains, wine that overflows the glass ohhh boy I love that
Oh here goes the gravefucking
Wait, I thought the movie is about to end, but there’s still quite some time on the timeline
Oh for FUCK’S SAKE this was so sudden
“Is everything alright?” God are you stupid? What kind if question is that 😭😭😭
Ohhhhhh the reveal
Ohhhh so it was the wine
Damn
I actually liked it a lot
As a movie I mean
And Oliver is such a realistic psychopath in a way he pretends to be harmless pathetic loser, oh my god, Good job
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softshuji · 4 months
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omg hi i’ve been seeing ur account for the past few days and i love ur content honestly its pretty cool lol😻 and i’ve got something to ask… what do u think of hanma with kids yk.. i think it’d be wholesome even tho he hateess to admit 💀
hiiii!!!! thank you so much! welcome to my humble chaotic blog lol
hmmmmm hanma w kids? Thank you for this lol, I absolutely picking his brain apart lmao
I am so sorry for long this random analysis became
I think, if in all honesty, the idea of having kids scares him a bit at first. I think he's the type to say he doesn't want them, they're a distraction and he's not interested in what he calls 'brats' running around, but part of me feels like that comes from two things, and that is a) an awareness that there are many irresponsible parents out there and too many kids without parents too, and he is self aware enough to know (in his head) to believe that he can't be the type of parent that a child might need. Plus he likes the fast life and the concept of being a father terrifies him when he is very much a danger - or at least his lifestyle is. Besides, why give up what he likes? The cars, the danger of his lifestyle.
However I think the second reason he might be averse to kids at the start might have something to do with his own upbringing, or rather lack of. I have always hc'd him as the child of a mother who left him (this is something I minorly explored in my Coin Lockers fic here- it's a concept I absolutely adore thinking about and if you do get time please do go read Coin Locker Babies by Ryu Murakami which is where I originally got the idea from) but to me, his aversion to kids might come from both of these reasons. I feel like he tells himself often that he doesn't need 'any of that shit' partly because it's just easier than to admit he holds resentment that he assumes he shouldn't. He has virtually no ties to anyone or anything- to me this has always been evident in him hanging out with Kisaki despite him not being so nice to him all the time, a willingness to let himself be used for what he can offer if it means experiencing something- being kept around for usefulness because it is better than being left. Of course this is just my own thoughts, and lmao I do have a reallllyyyy particular version of Shuji in my head. He plagues me daily lol.
I feel like this changes once he meets someone he loves though.I think it would take LONNNGG time for him to warm to the idea of family and if i'm honest I think the whole kids thing would come as an accident rather than something him and his partner talked about, I don't think he would plan something like that at all. And I do think it would freak him the hell out to find out his partner was pregnant, scare the daylights out of him to actually be responsible for a whole 'nother human. BuT, I think he'd actually make a good father, and I think his willingness to try is why. He's aware that he's a danger, that there's tonnes he has to learn and honestly, there are habits he's not going to change and many mistakes he's going to make- but I also think he has the tenacity to keep attempting to do things. I think he makes conscious efforts to be gentler even though he's so rough around the edges especially with his partner. He's learned how to be softer and a bit more attentive, being observant by nature definitely helps here but there's also a lot you have to teach him about both partnership and parenthood. But he tries and tries, and that's the best thing about him. But don't ever tell him he's softened up a bit or he'll just deny it. Cutie pie.
Plus the idea of him with kids and as a dilf makes me want to eat my own arm lol so there's that too.
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aww-canon-no · 10 months
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Let The Children Boogie
Hello.  I’m posting my WIP chapters on here from my Ao3.  Sorry to dash flood.
Let The Children Boogie
Prologue/?
Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Side ship- Robin/Nancy
Future fic, post canon, fix it everyone (almost) lives, trauma recovery, HoH Eddie, Steve Harrington’s bisexual awakening
on Ao3
Summary: 
A first apartment: Six people, four bedrooms, 533 miles from where the world tried to end.
And they're ready for the rest of what life is supposed to be.
*** 
It starts with a wad of cash, a key…
And a question. There’s a guy mowing a lawn about ten feet away so Eddie has to squint and read Steve’s lips when he asks:
“How would you feel about getting the fuck out of Hawkins?”
Eddie stares at Steve—at his perfect hair and his smile that’s a little more crooked than it used to be, and the dumbass polo shirt that looks so right and so wrong all at the same time. He looks like listens to Donnie and Marie—and honestly Eddie wouldn’t be surprised if he dug around Steve’s room and found a few old albums.
He thinks about the question and then he laughs.
“It’s all I’ve ever wanted. Why are you here tormenting me?”
Eddie’s dreamt of getting the hell out long before he was the serial killing freak who was exonerated, but everyone still kind of hates even though they know all about the curse, and the monsters, and…everything.
Eddie’s wanted to escape since he was twelve and his dad beat the absolute fuck—and hearing—out of him after finding a magazine under his bed that didn’t have naked girls inside. No. It had…others.
And Eddie had no excuses.
He was knocked unconscious and woke up in the hospital with bleeding ears and a doctor writing him a note saying that he was going to live with his uncle and his hearing would return in a few weeks, after the swelling went down. He’d stop being so dizzy all the time, the doctor assured him.
It didn’t happen that way at all, and that was the first time Eddie realized curses were real.
He got by. He made do. He sucked at lipreading so he just let everyone believe he was a useless loser kid who didn’t want to pay attention. He scraped by on pity Cs until high school when his teachers suddenly all decided they wanted to make an example out of him.
Two years and a bunch of murders and he was finally—finally—done.
He was pretty sure that last D was also pity, but at least for that one, he was able to say he helped saved the world.
“Where are we going?” Eddie asks when Steve doesn’t answer his first question, because yeah, it’s a dumbass one. Steve isn’t there to torture him. Steve is the one who holds him together on nights Eddie’s a billion percent sure he’s about to fall apart.
“I got us an apartment in Atlanta,” Steve says, leaning in close. He’s never asked Eddie if he’s deaf but he’s pretty sure Steve figured it out a long time ago.
For a moment, Eddie thinks maybe some cosmic asshole’s playing a trick on him. Steve wants to live with him?
The freak? The weirdo? The mess?
Steve looks like he hasn’t been sleeping well, though. None of them really look okay. It’s been four years and Eddie’s working part time down at Matt’s garage and it’s… not really working out. He has a permanent tremble in his left hand that makes it hard to tighten bolts and shit, and he jumps at every sudden movement.
The kids have all graduated now. Erica’s running Hellfire, and Corroded Coffin broke up when everyone else’s parents moved them across the country and away from Hawkins. Not that Eddie blames them.
He just…misses them.
He swallows heavily. “Steve.” It’s more like a plea than a question.
Steve takes one step higher onto the trailer porch and meet his gaze. “Please don’t make me do this alone.”
As though Eddie has ever—will ever—tell him no.
***
The first time Eddie puts his key into the lock and turns it, he can’t hear it. It’s too faint. But he feels it through his fingertips, a sort of rushing vibration that pools around his elbow and makes his fingers all jumpy. He opens the door and he’s met with the sight of Dustin passed out on a shitty, black vinyl bean bag and Steve unpacking kitchen boxes because of course he’s in the kitchen.
Nancy’s hanging ferns by the window and Eddie’s pretty sure they’re not fake. Robin’s trying to tackle a bookshelf that’s disassembled and looks like it’s partly made out of LEGO.
Max is in the far corner with her back propped up against the wall, headphones on, a fat binder-looking thing on her lap. Eddie knows it. It’s braille. She took her lot in life like a goddamn champ. Better than Eddie ever did.
Steve looks up at him and smiles and jerks his head to the side like he’s beckoning him over. Eddie’s forgotten that he’s holding bags full of sandwiches from a deli down the street, and he tosses them on the counter before walking to the boom box with two tape decks and a CD player that Steve’s parents were going to throw away when they were packing up their house.
They don’t actually have any CDs, but Eddie’s got enough tapes to last them a lifetime.
There’s tiny specks of puffy paint on some of the controls which Eddie knows is Robin’s doing. It lets Max use the thing without having to ask for help.
He feels a weird pulse in the center of his chest as he glances around at the piles and piles of unpacked boxes, then down the hall to the four bedrooms that are waiting to be claimed.
He rummages around and finds Fleetwood Mac, jams the tape in, then turns the volume all the way down before he hits play. He catches Steve’s eye as he surreptitiously puts his fingers over the speaker, then begins to turn the knob up until Steve nods.
Pressing his hand to the counter, he feels the beat in his fingers. It’s not as powerful as he wants it to be, but it’s enough for that moment.
“What’s next?” he asks.
Steve shrugs, then walks around the counter and snags him by the belt loop and tugs until they’re tumbling down the hall and into the furthest bedroom. The largest one. There’s a full sized bed in one corner and a futon in the other, and the dresser Steve took from his parents’ place.
“Robin and Nancy said we can have it,” Steve tells him near his right ear which is the one that has the most hearing. It’s not a lot. It kind of reminds him of listening underwater in the community pool when he was a kid. But it’s something, especially when Steve is standing close and the place is just…
Quiet.
Eddie looks around. Like, properly looks around. Above the bed is Steve’s bat hanging on a bunch of nails.
Below that is an oar.
He’s laughing before he can stop himself, and Steve tackles him to the bed. “Shut the fuck up!”
But he can’t. He physically can’t. He realizes he’s far away from everything that ever made him miserable with the only people that ever really made him happy apart from Gareth, Jeff, and Trey who are…you know. Long gone.
His grin hurts his face as he rolls onto his side, kicking Steve off him but not letting him get far. “Does that shit mean you got dibs on the bed?”
Steve shrugs and props up on his elbow, staring at Eddie for so long, it starts to make him feel all squirmy inside. Steve opens his mouth, then closes it again.
Eddie doesn’t know if he’s saying something and he absently tugs on his ear. Steve reaches for him and pulls his hand away. “There’s room for your guitar.”
It’s a new one. The one he saved the world with—his baby—is long-gone. It got swallowed up when shit hit the town, and a lot of things came back when they sealed the upside down for good…but not that.
Everyone—his own little personal band of freaks—saved up and got him a replica three Christmases ago. Every time he looks at it, his heart beats a little faster. It’s currently sitting in his car, cradled between several blankets in the back seat.
“I’m gonna need a job,” he says, well aware he and Steve are both avoiding each other’s questions and statements.
Steve sighs. “Yeah. We’re all gonna need jobs.”
Eddie flops onto his back and covers his face with one hand. The other one lies between them and it’s not long before Steve takes it. Eddie has never known how to tell Steve how much he appreciates being touched because he spent so damn many years with people avoiding contact with him.
And it wasn’t like he was shy about what he needed. He was always throwing his arms around people and bashing his body into them and they just laughed and pushed him off and gave him space. Like he’d asked for it or something.
But Steve has never…not really. Not since the very beginning.
His palm is warm against Eddie’s, and Steve grips him not too tight, not too loose, and he doesn't flinch when Eddie’s fingers begin to tremble.
“I don’t want to work on cars anymore.” He hasn’t heard his voice properly since he was a kid, but it feels kind of thick in the back of his throat with emotion he doesn’t really want to think about.
“This is our beginning, Munson,” Steve tells him. He moves his thumb so it’s pressing to the inside of Eddie’s wrist, and he pushes. Hard. It makes his fingers twitch for a whole different reason than injury and trauma. “We can do whatever we want.”
Eddie breathes out and lets Steve go so he can stretch his arms all the way above his head. He lays the tips of all five fingers against the wall and pretends like he can push his way through it. “I can’t hear shit.”
“I know.”
Eddie turns his head to look at him. “I want to be a musician.”
Steve smiles. “I know.”
He can’t make money doing that, but maybe he can…do something with it? He hasn’t explored the city yet, but it’s bigger than Hawkins with just…so much. There’s so much more outside the walls of their little apartment. Maybe there's room for him and his shitty, strange little dreams somewhere.
“This is our beginning,” Steve repeats.
Eddie hums and drops his arms and lets himself just feel the sensation of Steve lying close.
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Hello! Hello! So I’ve been thinking— which is very new to me so this is a shocker.
You know who act surprising alike but never actually properly met in the entire LMK series— REDSON AND SYNTAX— like they are both extremely smart and are extremely good with machinery, both have a ego, both are suave, and both want to help their “master” or “parent” get more powerful— but I feel like if they did meet they would try to tear the other one apart.
I just want some hc or a one shot which ever one works of them both liking the reader— like i want to know how they reacted when they realized that the other one had feelings for the reader and how they would one up the other/piss off/ make the other back off! Thank you and have a good day!
Why thank you! I hope you have a great day ! What i originally wrote was incredibly long and way more different, so I had to rewrite it LMAO
•You were selling illegal machinery and objects on the black market. Rude people were more common than the street markets.
•Syntax was one of your favorite customer. He was somehow nice ?
•A real smooth talker, I won’t lie. He knew how to charm people in his own way. Besides, he really loved your praises for his newest projects.
•One time Redson came for the first time. Now, now he wasn’t the nicest, he was still his usual self. A lot of pride, ego..the whole package.
•Of course you were mad by this whole conversation and got the things he asked for, roughly putting them on your counter and you asked for the payment. Before he left, you muttered something that didn’t go unheard.
•”Pompous little shit..” he stopped in his tracks. He was used to get names when he passed by, but this ? He never heard anyone saying this.
•Let’s say he came back more often. He would engage some type of passive aggressive conversations with you. With time the tension calmed down, but it was still awkward. You managed to make him chuckle over some story of yours, it was enough to melt most of the tension.
•One day, Syntax came in your shop, already preparing his speech about his new project that he thinks is guaranteed Spider Queen will praise him. Once he searched for you, he saw the prince of the Demon Bull Family.
•They locked eyes with each other, immediately frowning at each other. A sudden burn of hatred in their guts.
•Then you came back from the storage room. You saw the spider demon and smiled. “It has been a while Syntax, almost thought you forgot about me ! Got any new plans ?” You always felt comfortable with this demon.
•Syntax looked at you, totally not ignoring the prince and came closer. “Why of course, dearest. How could I forget my favorite mortal ?” You let out a giggle and watched him unfold his blueprint with a smile.
•Redson felt some sort of horrible pain in his heart, as if he got his heart ripped out. How can you ignore him? The prince himself ?! He pushed Syntax away and just, showed off his new inventions.
•”Dear peasant, this lowly demon isn’t a match to my power ! Let me show how a real demon will achieve the greatest weapons.” Then he proceeds to push Syntax’s blueprint away, and puts all of his stuff on the counter to show off. Stronger bull bones, a new bike that can..shoot missiles ?
•Of course, you absolutely loved how your clients came up with weapons. You praised Redson for it and asked him many questions about his projects.
•Which made Syntax rather jealous of the attention you gave to the hotheaded prince. The fire demon looked back Syntax with a smirk.
•Then they both realized that they got a crush on the same person. In which made their rivalry official.
•Since then, they both would always come into your shop and belittle one and the other.
•Honestly, it was a funny sight. Didn’t they have people to please other than you ? Take for exemple Redson’s parents, and Syntax’s Queen.
•You honestly don’t understand why they are fighting over you.
•At some point Redson came and gave you a box of chocolate delicacies. It made you extremely happy ! Especially that he stopped calling you peasant, he called you by your actual name.
•You also saw how Syntax came with cleaner clothes, if that was even possible. His hair was thoroughly brushed and well, he was handsome.
•On a relaxing day, the both of them came with flowers. They saw each other, you saw them. Instant cat fight.
•Pure chaos for the entire day. Flowers were scattered around the shop, and they made a mess out of your shop.
•You then realized they held some sort of crush towards you, which got you confused as fuck. You were simply a human who owned an illegal shop !
•Well, you did found them both quite attractive. You would sometimes let a flirty comment to both of them and watch them getting flustered. They were both so attention starved.
•But you see, Redson is more approachable than Syntax. The spider demon would often talk about the Queen he serves, it made you a bit annoyed honestly.
•But he was also smoother..his flirty comebacks were great.
•Honestly, their rivalry for you is just a bunch of cat fight that sometimes can lead to huge fights and destroying some of your machinery and well throwing at each other’s insults.
•Only you can choose who to get a chance with. Some cons but a lot of pros. They are both incredibly loyal to you.
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goodnightmemes · 1 year
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DEXTER SEASON THREE SENTENCE STARTERS (PART ONE)
Lines taken from s03e01 - s03-e08 of the show Dexter. Feel free to change pronouns or edit in any way to better fit your needs. Here is part two.
❛ Everything's falling into place for the first time in my life. ❜
❛ Ay, ay, come here! Don't walk away all "fuck you" on me! ❜
❛ I guess your dick can suck itself from now on! ❜
❛ You don't get to blow me off and still ask questions. ❜
❛ Just hold me till you have to go. ❜
❛ If you need something for that temper I've got a man down the street with some really mellow weed that can take that edge right off. ❜
❛ Blood never lies. ❜
❛ Look on the bright side: Now that you've given up men, booze and cigarettes, running your mouth is the only bad habit you have left. ❜
❛ I'm a model of fucking perfection. ❜
❛ You certainly did not suffer from the tragedy of perfection. ❜
❛ All I want is chocolate pudding, and you - not necessarily in that order. ❜
❛ Kind of a cunt, aren't you? ❜
❛ You should stay. Grab a drink and work some of that massive tension out on the dance floor. ❜
❛ Maybe you should be a little less subtle in the future. ❜
❛ Some people just shouldn't have kids, you know? ❜
❛ The leaders of tomorrow. Their parents must be proud. ❜
❛ I've made a lot of mistakes in my life but being a mother was never one of them. ❜
❛ This child is happening. But your role in its life is entirely up to you. ❜
❛ Just when you think you've answered all the questions, another one smacks you in the face. ❜
❛ Life is just like that. Which is why I prefer death. ❜
❛ I didn't know what to do. I fought back. The knife ended up in his neck. ❜
❛ There's a lot more cannibalism in this country than any of you realize. ❜
❛ A baby? A motherfucking roly-poly, chubby-cheeked shit-machine? Are you kidding me? ❜
❛ I don't know what's more complicated, having a father or being one. ❜
❛ Showing up late at night like this, is it creepy, or just what friends do? ❜
❛ Having a conversation with you can be dangerous to one's health. ❜
❛ This is absolutely, without a doubt, the worst moment of my life. ❜
❛ I could probably kill her before anyone realized what happened. ❜
❛ I'm sorry. I just don't want to hurt you. ❜
❛ You got a lot of potential in you. Sometimes I think that you are the only one who doesn't know that. ❜
❛ People don't get married because it makes sense. ❜
❛ How do you show someone real love when you don't even know what it feels like? ❜
❛ I like the sound of the quid. What's the pro quo? ❜
❛ I know that trust doesn't come too easy to you. ❜
❛ My life has always felt like... an unanswered question. ❜
❛ You're what makes me real. ❜
❛ There are many ways to stop the heart. Electric shock. Bad diet. Sever the aorta - my personal favorite. ❜
❛ Your life is gonna change forever. ❜
❛ Every man needs his privacy. Some more than others. ❜
❛ Right on time. You're getting pretty good at this secret meeting stuff. ❜
❛ I'm not here to make friends. I'm here to do my job. ❜
❛ Thank the baby fucking Jesus. ❜
❛ Maybe I'm realizing no one around here is my friend. ❜
❛ The only time you people even acknowledge me is when you want something. ❜
❛ "No" doesn't really work in a relationship. "Can we talk about it?" is a little more productive. ❜
❛ I can't just drop everything at the last minute because you want me to. ❜
❛ That's not opinion. That's science. And science is one cold-hearted bitch with a 14-inch strap-on. ❜
❛ You think you and I are so different, don't you? ❜
❛ I'm nothing like you. ❜
❛ I'm here now. And I'm not going anywhere. ❜
❛ You can't make me feel any worse than I already do. ❜
❛ You don't have to lie to me. Don't you understand? I see who you are. ❜
❛ You have nothing to explain to me. Nothing to apologize for. Ever. ❜
❛ I'm with you. I'm behind you. And I respect you. ❜
❛ What did it feel like to, uh... take him out, hmm? To end his life. ❜
❛ Together, we can make a difference. ❜
❛ He's seen me with blood on my hands and hasn't blinked. ❜
❛ Every time you let someone get close, it ends badly. ❜
❛ Can you imagine the shitstorm this is gonna create if I'm wrong? ❜
❛ Aw. You do care about me. ❜
❛ This asshole doesn't deserve to breathe, okay? ❜
❛ That's beyond dangerous. That's crazy! ❜
❛ We both have too much to lose. We should quit while we're ahead. ❜
❛ Can I throw something at you that might sound a little crazy? ❜
❛ Can't ignore something just cause it's messy. ❜
❛ What the fuck makes you think I'm suddenly willing to play now? ❜
❛ Hard to believe even you would sink that low. ❜
❛ Be careful what you think you know about someone. You're probably wrong. ❜
❛ We're living in crucial times, crucial times that demand extraordinary measures. ❜
❛ If you're gonna bail out of this, now would be a good time. ❜
❛ Mark my words, he'll give you up in a heartbeat to save his own ass. ❜
❛ We only see two things in people... what we wanna see and what they wanna show us. ❜
❛ Never underestimate the capacity of other people to let you down. ❜
❛ You can make this stop right now... if you tell me where he is. ❜
❛ You scared the fuckmother out of me. ❜
❛ You can't imagine how much I've been looking forward to this. ❜
❛ Death will be a mercy. ❜
❛ You stay the hell away from me! ❜
❛ It is kind of illegal. ❜
❛ So what I'm about to ask you is...the most terrible thing anyone could– ❜
❛ What's so important you had to see me at the ass-crack of dawn? ❜
❛ Am I being set up? ❜
❛ Just shoot me if I ever get like that. ❜
❛ Hand-holding. So simple. So intimate. So...uncomfortable. ❜
❛ I'm so sorry for putting you in that horrible position. ❜
❛ Asking you to violate your conscience was one of the worst things I've ever done. ❜
❛ I had a high opinion of you. Guess I was wrong. ❜
❛ Now he can't even be civil in front of company. ❜
❛ I never should have said anything. ❜
❛ I've never been great at conflict resolution. Not without a blade and several rolls of plastic wrap. ❜
❛ How much caffeine have you had? ❜
❛ That conscience I don't have? It's been eating away at me. ❜
❛ Only an idiot would ask for a meeting here. ❜
❛ I am not good at this. Letting people help me. ❜
❛ We're not gonna man-hug, are we? ❜
❛ I'm doing a good thing, aren't I? Then why does it feel so bad? ❜
❛ It's said that everything is connected to everything. The butterfly effect. ❜
❛ I don't want you to kill him. I wanna do it. ❜
❛ Last time I got into your car, your radio was tuned to marching music. ❜
❛ Is this the beginning of a whole new level of friendship? Is it the end of life as I know it? ❜
❛ Relationships are complicated. ❜
❛ Number one rule of the code is "don't get caught". ❜
❛ Is it a mix-up, or is [name] fucking with me? ❜
❛ I just heard a love song on the radio that reminded me of you. And it made me really angry. ❜
❛ You say anything more about my brother and I will kick your fucking nuts down your throat. ❜
❛ Jesus Christ, do you know what kind of a bonehead mistake that is? ❜
❛ You can stop this right now. Call it off. ❜
❛ You don't get to have friends. Nothing good can come out of this. ❜
❛ We can't exactly load up the cart with axes and machetes, now can we? ❜
❛ You ever drop a quart of milk? Watch it spread over the whole kitchen floor, the mess it makes? There's six quarts of blood in the human body. This isn't gonna be pretty. ❜
❛ There's no shame in backing out. ❜
❛ My god, you just get dumber every day. How do you survive in this world? ❜
❛ Yeah, of course, I'm making excuses. Don't you? I mean, how else do you sleep at night? ❜
❛ You never should have asked me to help you. ❜
❛ That was the first time in my life that I've ever felt...powerful…like I was in control of ❜ something. And ever since then, I've been trying to get that feeling back again. ❜
❛ So when you talk to me about...the darkness inside of you...I understand. I really do. ❜
❛ Thank you for this. For letting me in. For showing me the way. ❜
❛ You've set something in motion here. ❜
❛ It's like I have this monster living inside of me, and I don't know how to control it. ❜
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