#excuse me while i crawl into a hole and die

[femme-lovely]

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#not feeling to hot tonight folks #excuse me while I crawl into a hole and die #💖

[amara-among-the-stars]

For those who dont have AO3.

Here is some food.

Pure smut.

Warnings: uhhh theres choking and maybe some blood involved but yk? Ghouls.

Pairing: Aether and Dew.

“I’ve waited for you all day,” Aether hissed in Dew’s right ear. Dew froze in his spot, panic briefly sinking in as he sulked into Aether’s bedroom.. Fuck. He’d forgotten that Aether had requested for Dew to meet him. He had been having too much fun with Mountain and Cumulus, both of them getting him into a softer headspace than usual. Dew shook himself away from his thoughts when Aether cleared his throat.

“S-Sorry sir was in another world.” Dew stuttered. Aether smirked and ran a hand against his throat; petting his adam’ apple.

“Kneel for me.” He demanded and with his other hand put pressure on Dew’s shoulder. Dew let his knees buckle and kneeled. Aether grinned. Usually the little fire imp put up a fight.

“Where were you hm? Who put you in a softer headspace for me? I was looking forward to breaking you down,” Aether complained as he grabbed a fistful of Dew’s hair, yanking the golden locks so the fire ghoul was looking up at him. Dew let out a heady gasp and the pull.

“W-with Mountain and Cumulus.” He gasped out. Aether let out a low grumble. Dew loved going to the pair when he wanted to relax and cockwarm. Especially if he wanted some time with Cumulus and her thick strap she loved to use on most of them. Aether noticed Dew was squirming, trying to get away from Aether’s harsh grip and he slackened his grip slightly but still had a fistful of the soft golden locks in his hand.

“Can I be rough with you or do you still need a softer touch?” Aether asked, loosening his grip on Dew’s hair. He felt Dew tense for a moment.

“Rough, but still soft. If that’s okay Sir,” Dew replied, voice in a softer tone. Aether smiled and let go of the strands of hair he had a grip on, making Dew slightly slouch.

“Fine by me my lovely spark. Now come here. I want your mouth on my cock, after I collar you,” Aether instructed, moving over to one of the drawers in the room; returning with Dew’s favorite collar. Aether came back around and attached the collar around the neck; pulling it semi-tight, sitting down at the edge of the bed, dragging Dew by the collar so he could nestle between Aether’s thighs and stroked Dew’s face, lightly pushing a few finger’s into the fire ghoul’s mouth; which made the lithe man on his knees keen and moan.

“What’s your color my dear Pet?” He asked after a few moments of letting Dew get his fingers wet, pulling them out. Dew sucked in a breath and let out a small whine, chasing Aether’s fingers.

“Green sir. So fucking green.” Dew panted. Aether gave him a small slap to the face.

“Language!” He hissed.

“Sorry Sir,” Dew apologized.

Aether let out a huff and pulled Dew’s face closer to his thighs and cock. Dew felt himself relax even more into his touch, nuzzling Aether’s thick thighs, sucking small bruises and nipping the skin. He loved worshiping Aether’s thick thighs. Loved it when he got to eat Aether out as well and make him clench his thighs around Dew’s head, almost suffocating him. Dew let out a soft sigh and laved at the salty skin, nibbling here and there again, making Aether let out a soft moan and pushed Dew’s head closer to the upper portion of his thighs. Dew let out an equally soft moan and sucked once more on Aether’s thighs, sucking a giant bruise onto his thigh, close to Aether’s long cock.

“Such a good boy for me you’re being. I like you like this. All soft and pliant for me. Instead of being a whiny bitch in heat,” Aether sighed. Dew let out a small rumble of disagreement and bit down harsher than he had been, slightly drawing blood. Aether let out a hiss of anger and yanked Dew’s face away from his thighs.

“Satanas! Dewdrop! Fucking shit head. You were being so nice. Now look at what you did!” Aether growled. Dew whimpered and struggled against Aether’s strong grip he had of his hair.

“You called me whiny! I'm not always a whiny bitch Aeth!” Dew cried out, tears starting to form in his eyes. Aether bared his fangs.

“I’ll call you what I WANT to call you. You have your safeword if it gets too much. Now, I was goin to fuck your mouth nicely, but I might just skull fuck you instead.” Aether snapped, shoving Dew’s face into his thighs and onto cock.

Dew moaned as he sucked Aether’s cock into his mouth, tongue flicking back and forth. Aether goraned, tossing his head back.

“Fucking hell. Love your fucking warm mouth on my cock Dewdrop.” He panted, hands once again finding their way into Dew’s long blonde hair. Dew let Aether fully take control of the pace, slackening his mouth and taking him almost all the way, balls pressed to his chin. Dew let out a choking sound, but relaxed, closing his eyes and letting out a hum as Aether gripped his hair tighter and fucked into his mouth.

“Fuck. Love when you go slack like this. Makes it so much easier to fuck your mouth.” Aether huffed. Aether could feel he was getting close but he didn’t want to cum down Dew’s mouth as much as he usually likes too. He wanted to feel Dew clench on his dick more than anything. He thrusted a few times into the hot heat of Dew’s mouth before he pulled the little fire ghoul off his dick, earning a high pitch whine from said ghoul who tried to chase his dick.

“Shh. Calm down. I want you to ride me.” Aether cooed, brushing Dew’s plump lips slick with saliva and pre cum. He let go of the ghoul’s hair, grabbing him before Dew could fall and hoisted them up onto the bed, dragging Dew onto his lap and settling against the headboard.

“Cmon baby, come sit on me.” Aether instructed. Dew scrambled to semi stretch his legs as he sunk down onto Aether’s cock, throwing back his head and moaning.

“Fucking. Love your thick cock. Love riding it.” Dew huffed out as he moved his hips.

Aether groaned and pressed Dew down more, pressing harder kisses onto his boyfriend's skin. Nipping at the sensitive spots and sucking bruises onto the pale skin.

“S-Sir! P-Please!” Dew moaned out; feeling Aether’s lips curl into a smile.

“Yes? What do you need?” Aether asked and pinched a nipple. Dew cried out, arching his back and let out a sob. Aether smirked.

“W-Wanna cum!” Dew gasped out as he grounded down on him.

“Not. Yet.” Aether hissed and grinded his hips against Dew’s ass. He could feel his knot form, his need to cum as well growing closer.

“D-Don’t stop!” Dew cries out. Aether chuckles and flips them over so Dew was now on his back and continued to pound into the small body under him.

“S’good. S’good Sir.” Dew chants.

“Fuckin take it. Take my knot.” Aether growled, shoving his face against Dew’s neck, nibbling on it.

“Fuck, Give it to me Sir. Give me your knot.” Dew gasped out, feeling the graze of Aether’s fangs. Aether licked Dew’s neck, biting down, and hips stuttered, shoving his knot into Dew’s tight hole and cumming. Dew grappled at Aether’s chest, leaving red streaks as he came as well, clenching down on the thick knot in his ass.

“Dear Satan Aeth. Thank you.” Dew purred, closing his eyes and basking in the heat the rolled off of Aether. Said ghoul licked up the blood from the bite he gave the smaller ghoul before positioning them to be more comfortable as Aether’s knot went down.

“You were such a good boy for me,” Aether cooed. Dew rumbled.

“Quiet cuddles now. After care later. M’ sleepy” Dew slurred, moving Aether’s arms and a hand so it was resting against his throat. Aether huffed a laugh and relaxed, closing his eyes as well. He’d clean the both of them up later.

#chi speaks #excuse me while i crawl into a hole and die now #personal #going to pretend it doesnt exist #I'm sorry #nameless ghouls #ghost bc fanfic #ghost the band #aether ghoul #dewdrop #dewdrop ghoul

[chromanticore]

I drunkenly sent my crush a friend request on FB the other night because I wanted to show them something really cool. Checked on it a little while ago and their profile no longer says “cancel request”. 😥

#owwwww #that hurt #excuse me while I go crawl in a hole and die #the pain is real #ouch #wtf is wrong with me #i want to disappear

[heartfullofleeches]

Liu and Monster Hunter Darling who happens to captures a picture of the butcher in their true form- Well, less of a monster hunter and more of a monster fanatic. Always trying to prove the existence of creepy creatures and the like. They're good friends with Liu and often rambles to them about their latest discoveries which Liu adores. It was silly of Liu to go out while they were like that, they just really needed to see darling. They've spied on darling before, but Darling has never caught them. They're so fast with their camera- Liu can still hear the click of the lenses' shutters as they made their escape.

"Look, Liu! I caught this looking into my window last night! I can kinda see it's face?"

Liu doesn't know if they should crawl in a hole and die - or eat that photo and then crawling in a hole and die.

"..... It's kinda cute, don't you think?...."

Did I say monster fanatic darling? I meant to say monster fucker darling. Liu prays they're just hearing things when Darling correctly points out the tendrils along their body - wondering aloud if the "creature" would use them on them if it ever came back and they asked nicely. Their heart can't take it if what Darling is saying it real. It's close to exploding when Darling goes on and on about how large the creature was ...What they wouldn't do to be in it's arms. Liu can't believe what they're hearing.

"Liu? Is everything okay? You're shaking. Sorry if that was too much information. Guess I got a little carried away."

"Huh?! Oh.... I'm fine, don't worry.... You can continue if you like."

Liu has always hoped Darling would be accepting of their monstrous side, but they weren't expecting this reaction..... Would it be wrong of them to visit darling again in that form?.... Should they let Darling know they have technically two tongues?

No....

No! They can't think like that! What if they accidentally hurt Darling in some way. Their teeth are so sharp and they bruise people without even trying sometimes being so out of touch with their own strength... Darling would never want to be around them again!

"In that case!-... Do you think it has a mouth? I kinda like the idea of a monster who claims me with its claws or fangs. I wanna wear its bite like a trophy for being able to tame a creature like that."

Liu excuses themselves from the conversation before the pass out in the middle of Darling's living room.

#Liu my oc #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere x you #yandere insert #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere blurb #yandere teratophilia

[simpforboys]

Hi! I saw you wanted some Xavier requests.

So here I am with an idea 💡

So basically the reader helps Wednesday investigating and they get to Xavier's shed. He found them and Wednesday comes up with the excuse that the reader wanted to ask him to the Rave'n. A detail is... the reader "hates" him a lot😜🤘

Hope you like the idea. I haven't seen it done yet..🤷🏻‍♀️😂

hardest to love

xavier x fem!addams!reader

summary: after wednesday drags you to xavier’s art shed, you accidentally end up with a date to the rave’n.

warnings: enemies to lovers 🤭, swearing, fluff ending

i made this addams!reader because i thought it fit perfectly, no physical descriptions used tho!

AHHHH I LOVED WRITING THIS I HOPE ITS GOOD

“i cannot believe you dragged me out here.” you rolled your eyes, leaves crunching under your boots.

wednesday had practically begged you to come to xavier’s art shed with her. she insisted he had some sort of connection with the monster she was hunting.

“quit your complaining, it’s giving me a headache. and not the good kind.”

she had picked the lock to the shed and opened the door. you followed after her, seeing hundreds of drawings hung around the room.

“i told you.” wednesday exclaimed, showing off the illustrations of the same monster over and over again, the one wednesday claimed to see the night rowan died.

“this doesn’t make any sense-“

“i think it makes perfect sense. xavier and rowan were roommates, xavier was there the night rowan was attacked.”

as much as you didn’t like xavier, you also didn’t like how wednesday would go around throwing accusations.

you and xavier had immediately got off on the wrong foot. ever since the first day of school, he accidentally made a comment you didn’t like.

the dislike just grew the more he tried to hang around wednesday. you wanted to keep your family safe, much to wednesday’s dismay.

wednesday started gathering some of the drawings to use for evidence. “put them back, wednesday-“

“no. i need these.”

you and wednesday started bickering. all of a sudden, you heard leaves start crunching. “we need to leave.”

you exited the shed and wednesday followed after you. you two tried to silently walk away, but the stupid leaves made it almost impossible.

who the hell makes an art shed in the middle of the woods?

“y/n? wednesday?” xavier called out after you.

the two of you turned around almost instantly. wednesday stuck the drawings behind her back as she pursed her lips.

your stomach flipped with nerves. xavier approached you both suspiciously.

“what are you guys doing here?” he asked.

you were about to speak when wednesday blurted out, “y/n wanted to ask you something.”

“huh?” you said confused, wednesday kicking your leg.

xavier’s eyebrows furrowed at you two.

“about the dance…” wednesday trailed off. it was very difficult for her to hide her amusement at the look on your face.

“right…” you rolled your eyes.

“oh?” xavier smirked.

while you didn’t like xavier, the feeling was one sided. he had tried to apologize multiple times to you, but you never listened.

“are you really going to make me say it?” you asked through gritted teeth, heart pounding in your chest. your hands were shaking.

“oh, absolutely.” xavier grinned.

“w-“ you started. the words just didn’t want to come out of your mouth.

“will…”

“take your time.” wednesday whispered loudly. xavier laughed and you wanted to crawl into a hole and die.

“will… y-you… go tothedancewithme?”

you rushed the last part out. you felt like you were going to faint as xavier looked you directly in the eyes.

“i’m sorry, could you repeat that?” xavier teased.

“i’m not repeating it.” you replied in a hostile yet embarrassed tone. your face was extremely hot.

“yes. i thought you’d never ask.”

“neither did i.” you mumbled to yourself.

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you were beyond pissed at wednesday. pissed was an understatement.

“i cannot believe you made me ask! don’t you ever think, wednesday?” you were pacing around your room.

your normal calm nature was completely rattled.

but you weren’t the only one rattled.

xavier couldn’t believe you had asked him to the rave’n. ajax sat on xavier’s bed as xavier paced back and forth.

“i mean- why would she ask me?”

“maybe she secretly likes you, dude.” ajax replied.

xavier kept rambling on about your behavior and how sudden it was.

you were doing the same to wednesday. she was miserable as she wrote her novel.

“as much as i love to hear you in pain, could you please be quiet?”

“no! this is your fault, all because you’re obsessed with some stupid monster.”

“and you’re not obsessed with the idea of xavier thorpe taking you to the rave’n? hmm? don’t even lie, y/n. i see you stare at him in class. your cold demeanor will soon drop.”

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you dreaded the day until the rave’n. what didn’t help, was thing insisted you wear a black gown to stand out.

“why am i even going?” you sighed. you sat on your bed with your head in your hand, staring down at the gorgeous black silk.

thing had even stolen a matching pair of black heels.

“i invited tyler to go with wednesday.” thing signed to you. immediately your mood changed knowing wednesday would be as miserable as you.

thing quickly signed to you to get dressed. you groaned, grabbing the gown and shoes. thing turned around as you slid the silk up your soft legs, a mid-cut v neckline that showed just the slightest cleavage.

you looked in the mirror and couldn’t even deny how good you looked.

thing then motioned for you to sit down. thing then proceeded to fix up your hair and gave you a nice necklace.

“thank you, thing.” you gave the hand a little kiss. thing signed, don’t mention it.

and there was a knock on the door. all the weight of the world just crashed down on you within two seconds.

“shit, shit, shit.” you swore as thing went over to open the door.

you spun around nervously and tried to find a place to hide. “woah.”

you pursed your lips as you turned around slowly. xavier, dressed in all white, looked at you in awe. he was holding a corsage.

“you look-“

“thanks.” you nervously held your hand out and he slipped the corsage on. you couldn’t help but notice his own shaking hands.

you shut the door behind you both. there was an awkward silence as xavier struggled to find something to talk about.

meanwhile, you were struggling to walk in your heels. “you okay?”

xavier motioned to your awkward walk.

“heels are the worst. they torture your feet, and not in a fun way.”

xavier smiled at you, offering his arm.

you hesitantly accepted. when his warm arm met your cold one you both swore some sort of electricity went off.

the walk through the quad was almost embarrassing. the weird looks everyone gave you as you walked with xavier.

it only got worse when you walked into the dance. “you guys look amazing!” ms thornhill complimented.

xavier thanked her, sensing your uncomfortable stature and brought you off to the side.

“do you see wednesday?” you asked him over the loud music.

you needed to talk to her.

“is that-“ xavier nodded towards where wednesday stood awkwardly with tyler.

you left xavier without a second word, striding over to wednesday. her blank gaze met you and she walked away from tyler to meet you in the dance floor.

“this is worse than a wedding.” wednesday said in disgust.

“i see thing got you back for what you did to me.” you motioned over to tyler, dressed in all white, standing there watching you two.

“thing was out to humiliate me. i at least saved us.”

you blinked at wednesday.

“someone misses you…” she motioned over to xavier looking at you like a sad puppy. he was talking to ajax, but his eyes never left yours.

“i guess we should get back to our dates.” you sighed.

“unfortunately.” wednesday agreed.

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goo goo muck played loudly from the speaker.

you watched as wednesday did her dance with tyler, not even noticing your own body began to sway with the beat.

“wanna dance?” xavier asked.

you stared at him before nodding slowly.

if wednesday was dancing, you can dance too, right?

your body moved with the beat, the crowd forcing you and xavier tightly together.

it was freaky how close you two were. he moved his shoulders to the beat, eyes looking straight into yours as you did the same.

unbeknownst to you, everyone could feel the sexual tension between you too.

xavier’s body language quickly met yours and before you knew it, you danced together in a rhythm that surely anyone in a two feet radius could sense.

your face was mere inches from his, hands brushing against each other as you moved.

and you couldn’t even deny how good xavier looked. under the strobe lights, his hair slicked back into a bun, his white suit.

and before you could realize it, your lips were centimeters away. his lips slightly grazed yours, his big hand coming up to cup your jaw.

but as soon as xavier was about to connect your lips, the sprinklers started to go off releasing red substance everywhere.

“what the hell?” xavier groaned, the liquid getting all over his suit and face.

you stuck your finger into your mouth, xavier watching you in shock.

“paint.”

people screamed as they slipped onto the wooden floor. everyone made a run to the doors, the night ruined.

but for xavier, the only thing that was ruined was the fact he almost kissed you.

“let’s get outta here, yeah?”

you nodded at xavier as you held onto his arm once more. he led the two of you outside and into the quad where nevermore students stood upset.

“i have a spot where we can clean the paint up.”

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xavier took you back to his art shed. the drawings and paintings you previously saw with wednesday were now gone.

you stood silently, watching xavier wipe the paint off his face and neck.

he removed his suit jacket, leaving him in his white button up and pants. the buttons to his shirt were slightly undone, leaving some of his chest exposed.

“you know, i never got to ask. why did you hate me so much?”

xavier was now staring at you. you felt nervous under his gaze.

“it wasn’t hate. it was dislike. i did not like the comment you made about my family in the beginning of the year.”

“it wasn’t meant to come out that way, y/n.”

“but it did. it did to me.”

xavier walked up to you. his piercing blue eyes stared directly into yours. you felt chills run down your body.

“i’m sorry.”

and you could tell he meant it. you’d never seen such a sincere look in someones eyes before.

“can i?” he motioned to the clean rag he lifted slightly above your face.

you nodded hesitantly.

xavier carefully ran the rag along your cheeks, nose, and forehead.

he stopped when he got to your lips, a strange look in his eye.

seeing the way he looked at you made you realize that everything was just one sided.

and with that realization, you grabbed xavier’s waist and pulled him into you.

xavier immediately kissed you, dropping the rag as he cupped your face.

you’d never experienced such passion, let alone in a kiss.

the electricity you seemed to feel appeared to get stronger, and maybe a couple sparks would fly.

but that didn’t matter, because xavier had finally got you. and you finally got what you never realized you needed.

#xavier thorpe angst #xavier thorpe x you #xavier #xavier thorpe smut #xavier fluff #xavier x y/n #xavier thorpe #percy hynes white #percy #wednesday addams #wednesday #enemies to lovers #simpforboys

[chvoswxtch]

court, i hope you’re doing well!! this has been such a great tour! i would like to scan my ticket for midnights <3

i was thinking of halsey’s ya’aburnee with billy 🤭

But what’s worse?

Telling you my feelings

Or to die without revealing

That you crawled inside my head

And set a fire there instead?

thank you so much sweet nonnie!

you must live inside my head rent free bc halsey is one of my absolute favorite artists and iichliwp is my favorite album of hers and I LOVE this song

bc I am biased this is way over 500 words but I don't think you'll mind ;)

thank you so much for joining the tour!!!

blurb below the cut

ya'aburnee (billy's version)

but what’s worse? / telling you my feelings or to die without revealing / that you crawled inside my head and set a fire there instead?

Having to watch Billy flirt with every woman he came in contact with was difficult. Any woman that even simply walked past him was immediately entranced by his spell. You couldn’t blame them. Billy was unfairly attractive, radiated confidence that was just far enough away from arrogance, and a sharp mind filled with an endless supply of candied words that were as smooth as his alluring cadence.

Everytime he paused your conversation, or turned his attention away from you to focus on a pretty girl that had walked by, bothered you. Whenever he left your side at a function, or during a friendly outing that was supposed to be reserved for only the two of you, it left your heart gashed with a stinging sense of betrayal at his selfishness.

Because you were in love with him.

You weren’t exactly sure when it happened, but one day you started to see him in a new light. You found yourself changing outfits at least three times before going to meet up with him, and getting nervous when he flashed you his signature charming grin. The scent of his cologne started to make you feel lightheaded, and when the two of you went out for drinks or dinner, you imagined you were on a date with him.

Of course, that all got interrupted when an attractive woman came around and then your fantasy was quickly combusted.

You couldn’t bring yourself to tell Billy the truth, because he was your best friend. And you saw how he was when he wanted someone. He went after them without hesitation.

But in the two years that you had known him, Billy had only playfully flirted with you, and you soon found out that was just his personality. He was like that with everyone. It didn’t mean anything to him like it did to you.

Eventually it got too difficult to even be around him, so you started distancing yourself. You didn’t reply eagerly to his texts anymore. You barely answered his calls. Whenever he invited you out, you quickly came up with an excuse not to go. It was devastating not to spend time with him, and a part of you felt guilty and selfish for lying to him, but you were determined that it was what was best for you. And Billy let you get away with it.

For all of five days.

While you were snuggled up on your couch with a blanket watching a movie and wondering why your life couldn’t be like an 80’s romcom, the sound of your front door slamming shut made you jump, and you snapped your head around to see Billy standing right in front of it staring at you.

And he looked pissed.

“Alright, what’s goin’ on?”

You were so surprised by his sudden intrusion, that his question sent you down a rabbit hole of confusion. Pausing your movie, you sat up on your knees and turned around to stare at him over the back of your couch with slightly furrowed brows.

“What do you mean?”

Billy tossed his keys onto the side table next to your front door and instantly shed his dark gray suit jacket, stalking over towards you while loosening the maroon tie from around his neck.

“You told me you had plans tonight.”

The accusatory tone in his voice softened your features into an expression of remorse, and you glanced down at the couch cushions and you tried to fumble out a believable explanation.

“I-”

“But that was a lie, clearly. Which leads me to think that every other time you’ve blown me off the past five days has also been a lie. You barely reply to my texts, you hardly answer my calls, it’s obvious you’re ignornin’ me. So I’ll ask again; what’s goin’ on? What happened between us?”

The volume of Billy’s voice combined with the heart you could hear in the undertone of it made your heart ache. He was audibly, and visibly upset. Letting out a deep exhale, you decided to respond honestly.

“Nothing.”

Billy narrowed his obsidian eyes at your one word response, and reached out his hand to firmly grasp your jaw to force you to look up at him.

“Don’t give me that shit. Tell me the truth.”

“That is the truth, Billy. Nothing happened between us.”

Bill’s angry glare suddenly morphed into puzzlement, and his grasp on your chin softened. Now he was the one that was confused. 

“Did I…do somethin’ wrong?”

“You mean like ignoring me or wandering off completely anytime a pretty girl is around, when it’s supposed to be just us?”

Billy’s eyes widened slightly at the venom in your voice, and his lips parted slightly in surprise when you shoved his wrist away. He’d never seen you upset like this before, and you suddenly didn’t feel bad for how you had treated him anymore. It was nothing like the way he had hurt you.

Getting down from your couch, you started to furiously pace back and forth as you let out a humorless laugh and finally let everything you had been feeling lately out.

“You know Billy, I can’t figure out what’s worse. That I fell in love with you and have to watch you flirt with anything that has a heartbeat in your general vicinity, or not being able to tell you because you make it abundantly clear that you don’t really give a shit about me every single time you abandon me to fulfill your own selfish needs. I’ve been ignoring you because it’s painful to even be around you. Because you are all that I think about. You’ve taken up every ounce of space in my head, and you’ve-”

A surprised gasp was caught in your throat as Billy cut you off by cupping your face in his hands gently and pressing a tender kiss to your lips. He pulled away slowly to stare at your shocked expression with a faint smirk on his lips.

“Just so we’re clear, I’ve been wanton’ to do that since I met you.”

“What?”

“I thought you were the one not interested in me.”

“Why the hell didn’t you ever say anything?”

Billy’s smirk melted away, and there was a vulnerable look in his dark brown eyes.

“Because I didn’t wanna lose you, darlin’.”

As everything he said finally clicked in your head, you felt a fresh surge of annoyance flow through your bloodstream.

“Goddamnit, William Russo. I can’t stand you.”

Before he could respond, you grabbed onto his tie and tugged him close while crashing your lips together in a more heated kiss. Billy reluctantly pulled away with a soft chuckle, arching one of his dark brows up with a mischievous smirk curling at the corner of his lips.

“Does this mean I can take you on a date?”

“It better be the best first date I’ve ever been on or I swear-”

Billy cut off your threat with another deep kiss, coaxing a soft noise from the back of your throat as he slipped his hand into your hair and pulled you in even closer.

Billy Russo was going to be the death of you.

#court's 3k followers celebration #court's 3k friends celebration #the eras tour (court's version) #billy russo #billy russo x you #billy russo x reader #billy russo blurb #billy russo request

[bb-eilish]

hii !! bro i loveee your writing so much like really. i saw your requests were open so i was hoping we could get some innocence kink + overstim with georgie? thank you so much if you do this :))

Oooh sounds like fun!

Pairing: George x reader

Warnings: innocence kink, overstimulation, face sitting, crying, virgin reader.

You wouldn’t exactly call yourself “innocent”, just…..new to things. When you met George you hadn’t even kissed anyone, you both having very differing opinions about it.

You wanted to crawl into a hole and die when he found out, but to George it sparked a flame in him that wanted to well…ruin you. Every time he saw you he couldn’t help but to undress you with his eyes. He often wondered how you were still a virgin.

You’re in potions when he starts thinking about you again, the day you wore a skirt still fresh in his mind. His hand had a permanent place on your thigh that day, you didn’t really understand why he was so enamored with the piece of clothing but you enjoyed his undivided attention nonetheless.

Snape has ordered the class to make felix felicious, the ingredients on different shelves throughout the room. You’re chatting with Angelina while you both go search for them, a hand slyly making it’s way along your waist. It’s like Angelina can sense what’s about to happen because she excuses herself to go talk to Fred.

“Finally I’ve got you alone…sort of” Chuckles George as you both turn a corner in the classroom. His hand suddenly making its way to your ass, your eyes widen in shock at his boldness as he squeezes. A fierce blush instantly blooming across your cheeks and ears.

“G-george we’re in the middle of class what are you doing?” Your stunned eyes meet his mischievous ones, a smirk etched on his face. “Meet me in my dorm at 7:00, make sure to wear that pretty skirt. Alright?” You nod hesitantly as he winks while grabbing something off the shelf beside you. It takes you a few seconds to come back to earth, eventually grabbing the same ingredient.

Potions didn’t go as well after that, you forgot to stir vigorously after juicing the squill bulb, and added too much common rue. You couldn’t stop thinking about what he said, why did he want to see you in the skirt that badly anyway? You couldn’t wrap your head around it as snape peered over your shoulder muttering something about how you’re incompetent. Soon getting hit with the book he carries with him.

Sighing when you look over at George, his potion looking perfect. He meets your eyes, his tongue wetting his lips. You can’t help but to follow the motion with your eyes, quickly looking back down at your failed potion.

The bell finally rings, dinner is starting. You begin to think of George again but it’s overtaken by the thought of the food that’s waiting for you. As you’re day dreaming a veiny hand circles your wrist and yanks you in one of the many broom closets. You’re suddenly pressed up against the door as it closes.

“George what the hell are you doing? Dinner is starting” You whine at him, the pout on your lips drawing him in even more.

“I thought I’d give you a little preview of tonight” Your response cut off as he kisses you, you guys have kissed before. Light make out sessions here and there so it didn’t surprised you very much. You kiss back like you weren’t just annoyed.

His hands reach under your shirt and rest on your waist, pulling you into him. He deepens the kiss as he licks your bottom lip. You’re not sure what that exactly means, he pulls away to whisper against your lips “Darling we’re gonna try something new alright? Open your mouth when you feel my tongue again”

You nod quickly and meet his lips half way, you open your mouth when you feel it once again slide across your bottom lip. His tongue meeting yours, you get an urge to move yours as well so you do. Tongues seemingly battling, he all of a sudden stops and sucks your tongue. You freeze as you moan into the kiss, somehow blushing more. You break away in embarrassment, hands going to cover your face, but he stops you. Your eyes glued on his shirt.

“Tonight’s gonna go just fine if you keep making those sounds for me, y/n. I’ll see you there” His hooded eyes finally meet yours until he’s walking away. You can’t believe that just happened, you once more make your way to dinner. Legs slightly shaking.

The food that once occupied your mind didnt seem to interest you as much anymore.

“You were going on and on about how hungry you were in potions, y/n. Why aren’t you eating?” Angelina asks you, looking concerned.

“I guess I’m not as hungry as I thought I was” You sheepishly smile and shrug, poking the food on your plate as you remember how you shamelessly moaned into George’s mouth.

“Are you feeling alright? You’re burning up” She says as the back of her hand rests on your forehead. “Do you want me to walk you to Madam Pomfrey?”

“No no I’m okay, I ran here from potions” You lie, crossing your fingers she doesn’t prod. Thankfully she doesn’t as she eyes you and starts to eat again. You internally sigh and let her know that you’re going to your dorm. She nods and you get up, a few people from different tables also getting up as well so you don’t feel as awkward now. As you’re walking you subconsciously look for George, who seemed to already be staring at you. The smirk that etches its way across his face shoots tingles through your spine.

You pick up your pace to your dorm, heart beating out of your chest. As your walking you notice how cold it is, knowing that you’ll be wearing a skirt you decide to wear some thigh high socks.

_______________

You rummage through your drawers trying to find the skirt and socks, no use. You look in another draw and find the socks luckily. But no skirt, you turn to look at the pile of dirty clothes next to your bed. You remember that the last time you wore them you were caught in the rain. So now they smell of rain and the outside, you’re out of drawers to search. As your roommate comes back from dinner, you jump to your feet and ask her “Do you have a skirt I can borrow? I’m going to see George and the only skirt I have is dirty”

“Yea of course, I am a couple sizes smaller than you. I’m sure George won’t mind though” She smirks at you. You quirk an eyebrow at her confused. It’s like George and her know something you don’t about the skirt, you grab it from her. Hesitantly thanking her as you make your way to the door with the clothes.

She teases you as you leave to go to the bathroom to change. As you look in the mirror after undressing you question if you should change your underwear. The white frilly bow staring back at you, you decide not to because they’re really cute. And you’d have to go all the way back to your dorm.

Finally pulling up the skirt and the socks you check the time, you should get going now if you wanna be on time. You look yourself over in the mirror and hurriedly leave the common room.

As you’re walking you thank yourself for putting on the socks, the cold air much worse than before. You think back to your roommate, still confused about what she was talking about. The skirt looked really good on you so you didn’t worry too much about it.

You make it to the painting just a few minutes early, hoping you don’t make enough noise to wake up the paintings. As your staring off into nowhere you jump a little as the painting opens. George stands in the entrance, his smile falters as he sees what you’re wearing.

“Georgie, I missed you” You smile warmly and go to hug him, he’s slow to hug back so you pull away and eye him. Before you can interrogate he drags you inside, through the common room and up to his dorm.

“Are you feeling alright?” You ask while taking a seat on his bed, leaning back on your hands. You notice his eyes following your legs as you go to cross them.

“Just fine, darling. I see you wore the skirt, I don’t remember it being this short though” You go to tell him it’s your roommates but he continues “I am definitely not complaining though, you look so good. Can you lay down for me?” You giggle and do as he says, stretching your arms above your head. Your eyes close as you stretch fully. His hands spread over your stomach and waist as he leans down towards you.

Lips ghosting over yours, he finally connects you two. The kiss much lighter than the one in the broom closet. Your hands go to his face to hold his cheeks, he deepens the kiss with his tongue again, now knowing what to do you open your mouth. You move your tongue along his and try the thing he did before. You suck his tongue erotically and his grip on your waist gets tighter. He breaks away to breathily tell you to move up to the pillows. You make your way there and wait for him, he takes your legs and wraps them around his waist. He goes to kiss you again, this kiss much heavier than before. You can’t help but to moan as he rocks into you, your arousal outweighing your embarrassment.

Your skirt rises, he pulls away to look at you. “This skirt looks so good on you, baby. Godric, you need to wear it more often, and don’t even get me started on these socks”

“Why do you like the skirt so much? I don’t get it” You furrow your eyebrows at him.

“My little girl is so innocent, she doesn’t know how good she looks in a skirt. Darling, you wearing that skirt does something to me. Godric, it makes me want to ruin you”

“What do you mean by ‘ruin you’?” You mutter, shyly. He groans lightly before answering “It means I want to have sex with you. I want to do things to you, is that alright y/n? I need you to consent”

Heart beating almost painfully you wonder if this is a good idea or not, but the feeling in your underwear begs you to say yes.

“I want it, Georgie. Please ruin me” you whine.

He tips his head back, a low growl leaving his throat as he palms himself through his pants. The sight nearly making you drool.

His hands make their way to the hem of your shirt, asking if it’s okay, you nod yes. The shirt landing somewhere on the floor, the view in front of him going straight to his cock.

Your wide eyes staring up at him, white lacy bra adorning your skin for only him to see, the short skirt, and the thigh highs all complementing each other. Merlin he could take a picture and never get tired of it.

“You look so good in this, darling. I’m so hard” You whine and look down at the outline of his cock. Clenching your thighs together you beg him to continue. He smirks as his fingers find the zipper of the skirt and pull down, the small piece of clothing off in seconds.

“Godric, y/n. These are so sexy, we’re leaving these on” he says eyeing them. The frilly bow in the middle making you look like an angel in his eyes.

“These as well” He snaps the thigh highs against your skin. “Would you like to sit on my face, darling?” He looks at you, dead serious. You gasp and eagerly nod your head.

He lays beside you and orders you to swing your legs over him. He scoots over to the middle of the bed as you straddle him.

“w-what now, Georgie?” You can feel wetness pool in your underwear as his fingers slide up your back to your bra clasp. He pulls it off of you and throws it in a random direction. Veiny hands massaging the supple flesh.

“Move towards my face darling, all the way up here” You hesitantly make your way to him, not sure what’s gonna happen. It’s like he reads your mind when he says “you’re gonna taste so good. I can’t believe I get to be the first one to eat you out” He groans, you’re finally above his mouth. You can feel yourself shake lightly and your cunt throb, his fingers move your underwear over. You close your eyes in embarrassment, that doesn’t last long as the biggest moan rips from your throat. The feeling of his tongue on your most sensitive spot had you reeling.

You try not to grind against his mouth but it’s so hard not to, the way his tongue circles your clit and then sucks has you delirious. Soon his hands grab your ass and he grinds you into his mouth. He moans and you clench, the vibrations making you bite your lip so you’re not too loud.

His mouth finds your clit once more and sucks hard, your hands shoot to his hair and tears well up in your eyes.

“G-george, I think i’m close. You feel so good” You pant out.

He eats you out like he’s starved, you peak down and see his eyes are closed. Something about the way he’s so into tasting you makes you teeter off the edge. Your first big orgasm has you trembling and incoherent, the tears freely streaming down your face. When you calm down you go to get off of him but the hands on your ass don’t budge and he’s still sucking and licking you. It makes you lurch upward and whine.

“Georgie s-stop, im t-too sensitive” You thought that would slow him but he sped up. You’ve never felt anything like this and you can’t hold in the moans anymore, tears not stopping either. The jolts of electricity turn into hot pleasure and you’re suddenly cumming again. This time a hand shoots up to your mouth, your own hands are gripping his arms.

You start to calm down again and he actually lets you get off of him. You basically collapse on his bed and he groans at the sight of you. Mascara ruined, puffy lips and cheeks, and your hair stuck to your sweat covered forehead. He thinks you’re a work of art.

#george weasley #george weasley smut #george wealsey x reader #harry potter x reader #harry potter smut #hogwarts x reader #hogwarts smut

[boiling-potato]

Just practicing lip syncing! ^^

Yeah.... Definitely just "practice" :)

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Now excuse me while I crawl in a hole and die-

#boiling potato #oc #my oc #my oc salem #salem whitlock #orpheus #yandere #yandere oc #yandere cultist #art #animatic #animation #short animation #lip syncing #tiktok #my art #digital art #oc art

[sirianasims]

Cecilia moved in. As a freelance writer, she could work from anywhere, and she loved being closer to nature than she had been in Newcrest. After all, she grew up on her father’s and grandfather’s farm in Henford-on-Bagley. But when her parents got divorced, her mother had moved back to Newcrest with Cecilia and her brother.

I felt happier than I had been for a decade. I couldn’t remember having ever laughed so often or so loudly. I almost felt like when we were teenagers, except this was better.

This time, I truly appreciated just how lucky I was. It was a privilege being with the love of my life, and this time I would do things right.

Everything got even better whenever Freya was there. I loved the feeling of being a proper little family. Freya and Cecilia would joke around like old friends, and it made me happy to see them get along so well.

Freya also stuck to her promise and taught Cecilia to play basketball. Or rather, she tried teaching her. Cecilia was definitely more of a dreamer than an athlete, but she just laughed at her own clumsiness and admired Freya’s skills.

I was so proud of my daughter. I still hadn’t discussed the baby issue with Cecilia, and I really wanted to. But it was still a bit soon for that, we had barely been dating for six months and only just started living together full time. Maybe if everything kept going this well…

That is not to say that everything was perfect bliss – we obviously disagreed sometimes. I still had a tendency to get defensive when I felt criticised, but Cecilia was patient with me, and we always calmly reached some sort of compromise.

Except once.

I don’t even remember what the discussion was about. I just remember that for the first time in our relationship, I lost control and raised my voice, angrily yelling at her about something.

Katherine would have immediately matched my anger and things would have escalated into a full-blown screaming match. Cecilia did not.

All I saw in her eyes was fear.

The love of my life was afraid of me.

It felt like a punch to the stomach.

“Shit. Cecilia, I’m sorry…”

I wanted to crawl into a hole and die on the spot.

Cecilia put her arms around me. My entire body was tense and I couldn’t even look her in the eyes. I felt terrible.

“Eric? Eric, darling, look at me. I’m fine, everything’s fine. Please…”

She was not at all fine, I could hear her voice breaking.

Why was she comforting me? I was the one who did something wrong, I should be the one to comfort her. I held her tight, telling her how sorry I was for yelling, and she started sobbing.

When she’d calmed down, I finally got the full story.

I only knew that her most recent ex had been a bit of a jerk, and that she hadn’t dated for about two years after him. Not until my father had suggested she pay me a visit.

"Jerk" didn’t begin to cover it. The guy had been outright abusive, picking fights just to have an excuse to scream at her. But she was afraid of leaving him, because he was so possessive and jealous. It wasn’t until he finally hit her that she realised that she had to get away.

My heart broke for her. How could anyone treat my sweet, gentle Cecilia like that? She was the kindest person I knew.

But then I realised that I had just been yelling at her myself. The pit in my stomach returned.

I knew then and there that I would never raise my voice at her again. Or anyone else, for that matter. The memory of the fear in her eyes, the fear of me, made my blood run cold.

I realised that I still had a lot to work on. I wanted nothing more than to feel worthy of her love.

Apart from that incident, our relationship was close to perfect.

I was still a little ashamed of my philandering past, but Cecilia insisted that she didn’t care whether I’d bedded a thousand women before her.

What we had was something else.

Still, I wanted to make it up to her, so I did my best to put all my experience to good use.

While my motives may have been questionable in the past, I had never been a selfish lover. Deep down, I had known that I was using all those women to escape my own problems, so I had always made sure to make the experience as enjoyable for them as possible.

With Cecilia, I rediscovered the joy of pleasing someone just to see them happy.

She joked that I spoiled her.

I just wanted to hear her scream my name.

There was no doubt in my mind that Cecilia was the one. By the end of autumn, I had already bought the ring and always carried it with me. A dainty, pale blue thing, the stones set like a butterfly.

Cecilia loved butterflies.

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#duchellilegacy #duchellichapters #duchelligen3 #eric duchelli #cecilia bell #freya duchelli

[leaveherwildliketheflowers]

Therapy has been deep in childhood stuff for the last month and it's s super uncomfy. I hit my breaking point this week and "friend zoned" T. I just shut down and refused to talk about anything unless it was meaningless gossip that in no way impacts my life. I refuse to talk about my mood, why I'm overwhelmed and anxious, what's on my mind, why nightmares are flaring up, or my family (especially not my family). But my Husband's cousin getting engaged to a 20 year old boy that recently shoved a bean so far up her nose she had to get it removed by a doctor, well I can easily fill 30 minutes with that content!

I just really hate being that seen. Letting someone in that deeply, to see the core of who I am and what I have experienced that made me this way, feels dangerous. My walls are now sky high and I would rather die in my sleep than continue to work through this shit with T. Now please excuse my while I go crawl into a hole and never come out.

#personal #therapy #trauma #CPTSD #but don't worry I'm still functioning and seemingly fine #because my kid and husband and dog and friends and work still need me #also very safe despite my deep desire to implode and destroy myself #whyyyyyy am I like this #I need to just fucking let it go #sometimes I hate that I'm successful instead of stuck in repeat patterns of abuse because I feel very invalid in my feelings #which I realize is a very fucked up thing to say and I hate myself for feeling that way

[autisticbokutoenthusiast]

playboyy ep 6 stray thoughts:

- not the conspiracy board and murder mystery plot ideas lmao. is it purposeful that they use filming through a rectangular hole/ cropping to never fit the whole friend group in one shot, specifically porsche?? like you can always see nant/zouey/first/ and captain (mostly) but there’s a fifth person there who you only see the shoulder of and i assume is porsche…. (adds this to my list of reasons i think porsche is distanced from the group)

- on the one hand i feel bad for keen cause captain is making him do things but also oh how the turn tables and all that

- the music of zouey and teena’s scenes continues to catch my ear for whatever reason and porsche continuing to have the vibes of an annoying cousin who is just always there being annoying for no good reason….

- i need to crawl inside aobs skull and see what the fuck goes on… excited for his storyline

- why they keep zooming in on nont closing his fist what is this supposed to say… all i can think of is the arthur meme…

- did they decide to throw a costume party or are they just like this… also nonts outfit is everything [rewatched the beginning and nont says the theme is sexy sleepwear, but like to me the sleepwear was nowhere to be found]

- free my mans jump he don’t deserve to be here… free my mans keen as well he looks like he’d rather die

- this is the worst investigation in history nightmare private detective squad

- crying at the rich boys playing party games to try to solve a disappearance, jump being conflicted in whether to continue being used by porsche, first soong having break up/make up drama, keen and captain having drama, and then teena just jamming to the music in the background like king shit

-seven minutes to do whatever they want to eachother why do i think first is gonna end up crying and someone’s gonna end up dead

- not this ending up being couples therapy akskdjfj also first being like “sorry you couldn’t fix my relationship to your friend, should we still have sex tho?” HOLD ON NOT SOONG BEING THE SAME WAY ?!?!? NOT THIS BEING AN EXCUSE TO FUCK OVER THEIR FRIENDS TOO LMAO maybe they could be good for eachother…

- HOLD ON THE SET UP WAS A SET UP!?!?!? ok but did teena ask soong to do that or was soong just in a chaotic mood…

- “twins are so identical” oh he gonna kill you jump… sorry sir but you getting roasted tonight.. actually maybe in a very different way than i expect- NO THERES THE FLAME I WAS RIGHT

- no one:

nont: and what if i SET YOU ON FIRE

- a second nant hallucination

- HOLD HES A SUGAR DADDY PROM AND PORSCHE WHAT?!?!, what’s goin on?!?!?

- NUTH MURDER FANTASY?!?!? also the “protect trans lives shirt” to “i wanted to kill again” to why is his diary a word document?!?!?! like ahhhh this sequence got me damn near dizzy broooo

- honestly if you had to make a statement while jerking off to satiate your urge to kill at least it’s a valiant one 🫡

- is that a bloody handprint outside nuths door…

- phop is so sweet and nuth might take the crown for most unhinged little meow meow….

can’t believe i’m ending here for tonight…… i need answers…

#a.b.e. watches #playboyy the series

[gremlinwithakeyboard]

so apparently my mum and dad just watched the icip music video and they liked the song but the tommy cash part of the music video was as awkward as expected

please excuse me while I go crawl in a hole and die of embarrassment

#at least I wasn't in the room too that would have been even more awkward aaa #käärijä #its crazy its party #icip #tommy cash

[loveyourownsmiilee]

Alright Manager Rebecca has officially seen 4.14 and here are some exact quotes:

“NO NO BUCK IS GONNA SAVE HIM. OH OHHH HE IS MAD AND HE IS DETERMINED. Yup yes ok rolling under the fucking fire truck???? I will not shut up about them staring at each other so romantically in the middle of a full blown crime. I forgot there’s other people there because I’m zeroed in on these two.”

“He saved him!!! HE CARRIED HIMMMM. THAT IS HOT. WHY IS THAT HOT? Oh and he’s ripping his shirt. Oh my, oh myyyy. Don’t tell my husband.”

“Are you kidding me??? NO DO NOT TELL ME EDDIE JUST OPENED HIS EYES AND USED ALL OF HIS ENERGY TO ASK IF BUCK IS OK??? No stop, honey you can’t be serious??? This is a love story I’m watching right now 😭😭”

“Oh poor Buck. He is shaken up. He’s crying over losing the love of his life. Shh that’s what Eddie is to him. Oh he’s not ok, I mean clearly look at him. He’s standing there staring at Eddie go off, while dripping in his blood. Which ew but also that’s so romantic in a sense? To have your partners blood on you like that. I’m weird I know but I wish my relationship was half as romantic as theirs. Don’t tell my husband.”

“Ewwww get this evil bitch away from Buck. I did not need to see her ruin my little Buck and Eddie bubble like that.”

“OHHHH IS BUCK GOING TO BE THE ONE WHO TELLS CHRISTOPHER?? I CANNOT BELIEVE I FORGOT ABOUT HIS SON.” 😭😭😭

*she has not said a single word about Buck telling Chris because all she’s been doing is fully sobbing*

“I mean Buck is clearly Christopher’s other father at this point. It’s such a wholesome relationship they have. My husband would never. I mean he’s a good dad but not this caring lol. I can’t believe my eyes and ears. He, out of every other person, was the one to tell Chris that Eddie’s not coming home?? And Christopher’s little arm around his shoulders and gentle reassurance. My son would never honestly. Nor would my husband be this upset when telling my kids I’m injured. Ugh I’m so jealous over these three 😂”

“Ew I forgot Ana was still here. Ok you sit there and be the doting girlfriend while Buck is actually staying with their child. It’s so cute how Buck is living in their house and watching after Christopher. And little Chris being sassy like Eddie oh gosh how cute is he?”

“Everyone has partners helping them with their bulletproof vests and Buck is alone. Why does that hurt me so much?”

“No Buck noo!! You have a son to think about you can’t be doing impulsive shit like this!!!! Stop it!!! Eddie will be very upset. Ugh Eddie wake up and come get your dumb idiot man because he’s being an idiot.”

“EWWWWW NO NO NO. WHY EXCUSE ME NO. WHY THE FUCK DID SHE KISS HIM?? She clearly sees he’s not ok?? His best friend is literally in a coma and he’s a new father to Christopher, he has a lot going on right now. Why the fuck does she think this would be the most ideal moment to kiss him??? That’s gross. That’s a no a big no. Are the writers stupid? Can she please go back to the hole she crawled out of. Yuckkkk I’m gonna throw up my coffee.” -No comment.

“OH YESSSS HE WENT TO EDDIE AND DID NOT CHASE THE EVIL BITCH. OK but why is Eddie smiling so prettily at Buck when he welcomes him. Whyyy oh my god he’s so gay. His girlfriend is right there and he’s looking at Buck of all people like he’s the star. That’s love. Yeah it is.”-it is love.

“The way Eddie looked at him when he said he should’ve been shot. You cannot sit here and tell me it’s because he doesn’t care about Buck. I feel like that hurt Eddie to hear that. I think Eddie would actually die if anything happened to Buck at this point. Eddie’s gonna talk with him about this right?? He’s gonna reassure him some way I think!”-little did she know what’s coming up in the end.

“I have no fucking words about this. None. I hate everything about this. Buck is supposed to be with Eddie wtf??? Have we all been watching the same episode or what??? In what world does him getting with her make any fucking sense? Sweetheart please explain this situation to me. Did I miss a scene because Taylor????”

*Rebecca was too stunned to speak about the will reveal. She has still not recovered from it.*

“Ok no can we please break this down. Did I just see what I saw or are my eyes deceiving me?? He looked at Buck, no no no so sorry, EVAN, in the eyes and just told him he made him his son’s legal guardian???? Wait is this supposed to be some kind of marriage proposal?! Honey that’s a love declaration there’s no way that he says this to Buck and they don’t get together! Wait they’re getting together right??? I mean Because Evan??? The way he said that. His eyes and his face, honey that’s Love with a capital L. I’m crying. That was so romantic. So fucking beautiful. They’re in love. I’m not sure how you ever got over this moment because I don’t think I’m going to be able to forget this for a long time to come. Because Evan? Well then, rip my heart out why don’t you Eddie. Ah young love.” -Yes she sums it up perfectly.

“Ughhh why are both of their stupid girlfriends at Eddie’s house???? This is girlfriend free zone only. Ew the reporter too. That’s gross. I’m sorry I can’t see anything besides Eddie going home to his son, while his husband and I guess official father of his son watches them with stupid love in his eyes. Yeah sorry all of this is gay to me. Break up with your pretty girlfriend and let Buck carry you in his big strong arms and show you a good time. Wait do you ever think about them having sex? Because I think it may be hot? Idk if gay sex is hot but I’m sure with the amount of sexual tension dripping off those two, it will be so hot. Ugh I can’t wait to watch all this again with my husband. I bet he’s gonna cry too!!! I hope they finally get together next season!! I’m still not over Because Evan. Like he really said that huh?? Married idiots that’s all.”

SHE IS LITERALLY ONE OF USSSS NOW!!! 🥰🥰

#buddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #manager rebecca #she’s still emotional #this took me so long to type up but I hope y’all enjoyed her little live reactions #I know I did 💜

[theyarebothgunshot]

i am back on my buffynatural bullshit and i am about to make it everybody's problem….. while i was listening to a podcast that was talking about the very end of buffy, and the buffy/spike relationship, i suddenly got hit with this overwhelming feeling that spn should have taken notes from their ending and used it. let's all forget about the empty deal for a sec, and go with me into my mind palace…

picture the scene: dean is on a solo mission to kill billie, despite the fact that it's so dangerous it could kill him. he ignores sam and cas' calls but of course cas can sense dean's longing so he finds dean, holed up in an home that is empty because the owners have already been vanished by chuck. 

dean is tired, broken down and defeated because he still doesn't know what to do about billie or chuck. he sits down on a bed, says to cas that everybody is going to die, billie is going to kill cas and then she will kill him. cas approaches dean and tells him that everything dean does is out of love, that he is the most selfless, caring man he knows, and that dean changed him. he loves dean. when he is done, he feels kind of self conscious and tells dean to get some rest, because they will need their strength in the morning. dean is stunned, hasn't said a word since cas started to confess. 

cas starts to walk out of the room, when dean says "cas? could you… stay here?" cas tilts his head, says "of course, dean", and starts to settle down in a chair across from the bed dean is sitting on. dean scoffs and says "no, dumbass, i mean here. in bed. with me." cas stumbles a bit but obliges, goes to gingerly lie down next to dean. after a minute, dean grabs cas' shirt and drags him closer, until they're essentially snuggling in bed. 

the next morning cas leaves the bed before it gets awkward, he doesn't want dean to regret his choices when he was vulnerable. 

dean, invigorated after cas' speech, manages to get his hand on death's scythe, and kills billie with it. 

at the end of the day, they run into each other at the bunker. cas immediately tries to make excuses for last night, saying what happened last night doesn't have to be a big deal, that he doesn't expect dean to say it back, and that he is just happy to have said it. when he walks away, dean gets upset and tells cas he is being an idiot. he tells cas that he is the reason he was able to kill billie, that he gave him that strength. then: 

dean: look, i am tired of defensiveness and weird, mixed signals. i don't know how you felt about last night, but i will not— 

cas: (breathes in, looks away) terrified. 

dean: of what? 

cas: last night was... (cas looks away, can't say it)

dean: cas?

cas: it was the best night of my life. please don't feel obligated to say the same, i know it might not mean as much to you, but— 

dean: i just told you it did

cas: i suppose you did… i just. am not used to it. i've lived for a long time, dean. i've seen the first fish crawl onto land. but... i've never... been close... to anyone. not like this. least of all, you. until last night. all i did was... hold you, watch you sleep. and it was the best night of my life. so, yes. i'm terrified. 

dean: you don't have to be. 

cas (stunned): were you there with me? 

dean (looking cas in the eyes): i was. 

cas: what does that mean? 

dean (shrugging): i don't know, man. does it have to mean something? 

cas: no. (looks away) not right now. 

dean (carefully, a bit shy): maybe when... 

cas (smiling): yes. you're right. let's defeat god, first.

cut to:

the finale episode. ending with them going to battle with god, winning, earning back their freedom. dean smiles, and sam asks him what they'll do next, now that they can do anything they want? dean looks at cas, continues to smile, and cas returns his smile knowingly. THE END.

#rose talks buffyverse #buffynatural #putting this under a cut cause it got long AND to avoid people from needlessly getting sort of spoiled for buffy in any way #anyways you cant tell me i didnt essentially fix the whole show with this <3 #i mean you can but i wont believe you <3 #though who knows maybe this sounds like gibberish to anybody but me and this is the secret good spn that lives in MY head only ghdhgdhg

[mxserendipity]

Grieving For My Past Self: Full Poem

Trigger warnings: Words alluding to past self harm, trauma/abuse, dissociation, depression, death and other mental illness. Nothing is explicit, but please stay safe anyways.

—-

Stage 1: Denial.

—-

Feather after feather I swallow,

Filling the aching void in my head.

Something light and sweet to follow,

Avoid the buried feelings of dread.

Something innocent and something thin,

A safety made of imaginary thread.

Only a beautiful daydream as I lay in bed,

for nothing is worth seeing the hole within.

A giggling child, born to run

around the skirt of an evergreen tree.

My other memories are held back by knife and gun,

I am not bound by symptoms, I am free

Nothing deeper holds me hostage

as denial keeps me agnostic.

For I am too kind to suffer and too young to die,

So I will ignore my own inward cries.

They'll say:

Spread your wings and fly away, little dove.

Out of the corners of your mind, your reality

Gather the insincerity of a foxglove,

and hide under the shade of your apathy.

—-

Stage 2: Anger

—-

White hot emotion blinds my eyes

My lungs, my throat, my cries

Oxygen turns to fear turns to rage,  

As you scar my skin with words estranged 

Your god should beg for my forgiveness,

After all you say they planned.

For all the gore they held witness,

They should drop to their knees and apologize first hand

His name is like bile on my tongue, 

Born of a dinner much too sour

I was so eager to forget,

Yet somehow he still holds the power.

I'm drowning in my own disgust

Screaming until my lungs give out

You corrode my memories to rust,

and carve my internal drought.

You made me forget who I am,

My mind focused only on your pleasure,

You've brainwashed me according to plan,

Maybe you should have done it better.

I'm angry at her excuses, 

His failure and your abuses,

But now I curse your ugly name,

and I hope to God you do the same.

For when we kill our gods before us,

Their homes of light and dark will burn.

For an afterlife made from sins unjust,

Are just cages made to imprison us.

—-

Stage 3: Bargaining

—-

Ears flattened, pupils wide

My fingers shake and creak and cry

I fantasize about a change in tide,

and I tickle my brain with hows and whys

I pull at strings long foregone,

Weaving a web for comfort's sake.

I beg and beg for a new dawn,

Anything to soothe the ache.

I poke at fears I've had since thirteen,

Lamentations now admitted.

While I scrub at skin never clean,

And pray someday I'll be acquitted.

Because denial cages the heart,

and anger burns ones throat.

But bargaining is confirmation,

and exposes candor like hives to smoke.

—-

Stage 4: Depression.

—-

Rats crawl along the streets of my mind,

Gnashing teeth and boggling eyes.

Black shadows and dirt combine,

perpetuating normality in a beautiful guise.

Never have I appreciated the rodent,

of disease and grime and fear.

But now I treasure the moment,

when the pitter-patter of paws grows near.

They swarm my corpse and follow trail,

Covering tracks with scurrying wails.

The walls sit giant and sharp,

Letting me forget myself in a rhythmic chop.

Spectators of reality hold their disapproval,

as they eye arms lined with gauze.

their gentle whispers offer removal,

but I've come accustomed to their claws.

I fear not plague or extinction,

and I'm immune to infection and fear.

My home is with pests and crimson,

and it's long resistant to tears.

so bury me in honey and milk,

that way the rats will burn with me in hell.

—-

Stage 5: Acceptance.

—-

I've swallowed hysteria like a mob,

I've picked my teeth with broken bones.

I've bartered with rage like it's my job

I've washed my body with unknowns

I've cuddled with monsters and kissed horrors goodnight,

and yet here I am, oh so alive.

I've battled with my mind and thoughts,

I've cracked and broken my brain,

I've sobbed over fears of gunshots,

and yet here I remain.

I can accept who I am and what happened,

While relearning what I've been taught.

And while I rebuild actualities imagined,

I know I won't be left to rot.

I am a beautiful puzzle,

of pieces yet unfinished.

I am a machine of heart and muscle,

something not worthy of being diminished.

I am not to blame for my past,

as I regain control of my present.

Because I can smile at last,

knowing I can let go of torment.

I am held in the universes palm,

Crafted by delicate carpenters

I have claimed my diversity and calm,

and my worth was never a question.

I am bound, but not caged

I am hurt, but not broken

I am hesitant, but not afraid

And one day, I'll walk free

and that day,

I'll never need to fear again.

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[kota-bee]

I failed a placement test by 2 points. I needed an 87% I got an 86%

Excuse me while I crawl in a hole and die