#mousey puppy

[the-enemy-stand]

Snrrrrk mimimimimi

#dogs #puppies #poodles #toy poodle #poodle #sleepy #funny #mousey mouse

[writtenbymoonflower]

Mean Messages

Your family is mean to you and Remus is protective. blunt!remus x shy!reader, fem!reader, somewhat modern au

cw: mentions of toxic family/verbal abuse. A few swear words, self deprecating thoughts.

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He hadn’t meant to see the text, honestly. He was just borrowing your phone to look something up when the text had flashed across the screen. 

At first he was confused, forgetting it wasn’t his phone he was holding, wondering if he had changed his parents name in his phone to a different honorific than usual and forgotten. Secondly, the content of the message confused him. It was aggressive, surprisingly cruel, and downright insulting. 

Then his confusion morphed into upset, when he realized it was you who was receiving the text. It was somehow more offensive knowing that someone was talking to his girl like that. His heart flared and ached to know that his sensitive dove had to read things like this, especially when you cared so much what family thought and how all you wanted was for them to love you. He didn’t know how to respond. 

Part of him wanted to answer the text himself and give your family member a piece of his mind. Another wanted to delete the message so you would never have to read such mean words. Most of all he wanted to tuck you into his chest and keep you away from all the bad things that could hurt you. He didn’t have time to settle on a response before you came back into the room. 

“Hey Rem, can I see my phone? I think Marlene was going to send me something funny she saw.” You pressed a kiss to his fluffy, mousey brown hair before reaching for the device. Remus just handed the phone over, deciding it was best to just let you read the text so he could be there when it makes you sad. You held the phone, still smiling brightly as you pulled up your messages from Marlene. You giggled as you looked at the video she had sent. Then, he saw a few more taps of your fingers before your face fell. 

“I think someone else messaged you too, I saw a text flash up while I was searching for that thing.” He could see the panic flash in your eyes at the thought that he had seen the text.

“Did you read it?” You asked nervously, looking down at your socked feet. Remus decided to just put you out of your misery and talk about it. You didn’t always let him into your mind as much as he would like, maybe he could start to change that by taking the lead. 

“Yeah dovey, I did.” He gave you a sad smile, emotion swimming in his honey colored eyes. 

“Oh…” You trailed off. You didn’t know what to think. A small part of you was happy, as much at it ashamed you. Happy that he had this peek into your pain that you didn’t have to go through actually telling him. That maybe he could fix it and you wouldn’t even have to ask. But mostly you were worried. Worried about him asking questions and aggravating recently scabbed wounds by talking about it. You also worried about his opinions on the sender. Sure, you had your own issues with your family, but it seemed like when other people found out what your family was like they said all these scary things. They would mention words like toxic, cruel, unhealthy, manipulative.

Sure, those words sounded right. It made sense in your brain. Part of you even felt relieved when other people took issue with your family, like they were affirming all the pain and tears shed over their words and actions.

But the little “what if?” in your brain told you that maybe your family was right. Maybe you’ve tricked yourself and everyone around you into thinking you’re good. 

What if Remus read the message and agreed? 

What if he is about to tell you that all the things your family says about you are true. That you’ll never be good enough, that you’re a disappointment to everyone around you. You’re a burden on everyone and-

“I can hear your mind going a mile a minute, sweet thing.” He was looking at you with all the tenderness in the world. Remus thought you looked like a kicked puppy, all sad and reserved. He was trying to keep calm but his anger was brewing. No one had the right to talk to his girl like that.

He beckoned you over to sit on the couch next to him “What made them say that to you?” He asked gently. 

“I don’t even know anymore. We were just talking and then it turned.” You stared down at the phone in your hands, eyes scanning the text over and over again. 

“Well, my opinion biased by you being my girlfriend,” He smiled at you, leaning down to meet your eye line. “But, I think that if they can’t get their feelings across without being horrible to you, then maybe you shouldn’t take their feelings to heart, yeah?” He continued to scan your face, looking for emotion. 

“Maybe.” You acknowledged his sweetness a little, though only for his benefit. Either way, he seemed happy at that. “But they do love me, you know? At least they say they do. And they’ve known me my whole life. It’s at least true to them.”

“Maybe.” Remus forced out, barely even wanting to entertain the thought that the rude message had any basis in reality. “But maybe they don’t know what the fuck they’re talking about. Or it’s easier to blame their shit on you than to do the work themselves.” He said the whole response in an even tone but the bluntness caught you off guard. Your eyes widened in shock. 

“Remus, it’s not that simple. They wouldn’t be so upset if I didn’t do something.” You tried to keep your voice from quivering, still doing everything in your power to not keep his gaze. 

“Maybe you did do something. But who’s to say it was wrong? Really think to yourself. Dovey, when you think of nice people, people you want to be, is it them? Would you send a message like that to someone? Someone who just wants to show you love? Because I know that’s all you want. You’re always trying to appease them and do right by your family. But you can’t spend your life begging for love from people who don’t have any to give. You aren’t responsible for them not being able to love healthily.” 

Something in his words made you start to break down. Your face scrunched up awfully and your throat was clogged with emotion. Remus wasted no time pulling you into his side. 

“Just because they’re related to you doesn’t mean they get to treat you like that. Sometimes, when someone speaks to you like that, it says far more about them than it does about you. I think-” He paused, searching for the right words. “I think, from what you’ve told me, they have a lot of pain. And I think that they need a way to feel better, a way to feel big, and they don’t know how to without making someone feel worse. I’m sorry they’re taking it out on you, baby. You don’t deserve that.” He punctuated his point by pressing kisses all over the top of your head. You breathed out shakily. 

“Thank you.” You whispered. If Remus wasn’t so close he might not have heard it. 

“You don’t have to thank me, sweet girl.” He was being extra mushy with you today, you could tell. It was funny, his sweetness felt so foreign. Almost unsettling. Though in the time you’ve been dating you’ve grown used to his small signs of affection, Remus could tell that you hadn’t grown up with many kind people, so he went out of his norm to be as adoring as you deserved in his mind. 

“You’re being very sweet considering how blunt you were a few seconds ago.” You chuckled wetly. 

“It’s the duality of manhood, dovey. And besides, I’m only this sweet on people who deserve it.” He pulled your cheek to his curled up lips so he could cover more sweetness over the side of your face. You could both worry about the text later, he needed to chase out all the nasty thoughts first.

#remus lupin #remus x reader #remus lupin x reader #marauders fanfiction #marauders #moony wormtail padfoot and prongs #remus lupin fanfiction #remus oneshot #remus lupin blurb #remus lupin fluff #remus lupin hurt/comfort #drabble #fluff #hurt/comfort #matilda harry styles #I’m definitely reflecting at this point

[daisyychainssj]

I’m watching some vods from yesterday and Leo is so socially awkward and anxious bless her heart 😭 she’s spoken about it a lot with foolish in the past but I feel like we so rarely see her without him that it’s not too obvious but yesterday when she warped to the museum and roier had to walk she bumped into Tubbo for the first time and they both just kinda 👁️👄👁️ at each other for a couple of minutes until Roier showed up and then at the fight with Tubbo and Willy, Missa went to talk to her and she changed her head to the “scary” smile one and just stared at him until he noticed and mousey sat beside her and Leo just stared for a bit then switched between the puppy head, scary smile and the shocked face and then went back to staring straight ahead like not once did she speak to them and Missa and mousey are Spanish speakers, she just panicked stared at them switched her heads a couple of times and then watched the fights 😭 oh I love her so much I’m holding her gently in my hands 🤲🏻

She’s an icon

#qsmp #qsmp leonarda

[hareofhrair]

YOU.

For the purposes of the poll, please simplify your choices to suit the available options- a lion, for example, would be a kitty. A coyote would be a puppy. A unicorn would be a horse. Only choose other if your amnimal could not plausibly be encompassed by one of the available categories. Thank you for your time.

[sphylor]

here's what type of plushies i think each of the ghouls would like the most:

Rain's a bigger fan of things like squishmallows. nothing too fluffy but very soft and squishy. he likes to stim by squishing them really tight to his chest. he ofc does have other types because he collects any and all plushies but the squishmallow-esque ones are his faves and the ones he actively seeks out.

Dew is a bigger fan of more traditional plushies. the ones with the soft fur and little bead eyes. he also loves handmade ones whether theyve been crocheted or stitched together. he does love more fluffy plushies though and loves to run his hands through their fur. all of the ones he has are gifts from other people and he cherishes them all so much. (and ofc we cant forget little mousey. he takes that everywhere with him in his pocket)

Phantom is a jellycat fan. he saw one of Dew's (it was the little kitten) and immediately went online to the store to browse for hours. he ended up completely rinsing the allowance the ministry gave him but it was absolutely worth it. he got all of the bats first ofc. when they went on tour, Swiss took him to an actual jellycat shop and Phantom damn near lost his mind hdhsjhfjd.

Aurora likes the sparkly ones the most. think like the newer beanie babies and tys with the big glittery eyes. she loves the reversible sequin ones as well and stims by playing with them. she doesnt really cuddle her plushies but she still loves them dearly and lines them all up on her bed.

Cumulus is a bigger fan of cushions than plushies. she has so many with loads of fun designs. some of them are plushies that also act like cushions. she has a nook in her room thats piled up with the softest cushions and she loves to sit there and just relax. all of the ghouls have a favourite one of her cushions and she brings them all out for movie nights.

stealing @tinymoon-beam's idea abt Mountain's bunny that Dew gave to him hdhdjfj. its his only plushie but he loves it so so much. he carries it around everywhere with him when he's regressed (little and puppy).

Swiss has a big ol djungelskog that he loves to lean back against and chill out. he's asked Cumulus to restuff it for him a few times now because of how squished it ends up getting after a while.

Aether has various stuffed bananas that were all given to him as gag gifts but he loves them all the same.

Cirrus doesnt have any plushies but she does have a bunch of crocheted flowers and clouds and other things that Cumulus made for her.

Sunny has a bunch of the most fucked up looking little freaks ever <3. those cheap mass produced plushies but she purposefully seeks out the ones with defects. like an off centre nose. or one eye thats higher than the other. or patterns printed in the wrong place. she finds them so charming and unique and they all hold a special place in her heart.

#just some rambles about ghouls and their plushies on this fine morning #rain ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #phantom ghoul #aurora ghoulette #cumulus ghoulette #mountain ghoul #swiss ghoul #aether ghoul #cirrus ghoulette #sunshine ghoulette

[cream0fwheat1998]

The Parts Only We Know Pt.2

(Bully!Dark!Eddie x Reader) *Abusive/toxic relationship, NonCon (eventually), some physical abuse, intimidation*

Y/n stared at the rain through the cafeteria window. Comfortable, was she with the soft patter of the droplets against the glass; the grey clouds that blanketed the sky calling y/n by name.

The chatter at the long table got louder as a certain, fluffy haired male sat at by Y/n. The joy Eddie delivered everyone on even the most dull days felt unreal. He could make almost anybody happy, everyone except one.

A snapping finger brought the girl back to Earth, "Hello miss y/n, what's on your mind pretty?" Eddie asked, biting a mouthful of a dry, powdery lunch sandwich.

Y/n glanced around the table trying to avoid eye contact with Eddie without making it seem on purpose. Everybody was busy in their own conversations, save for Robin who both listening to Nancy and peering at Y/n here and there.

"Oh, uh... a big test in a few days. Several of them actually...." Y/n trailed off, focusing on her hand shaking on the table.

Eddie reached for her hand and put his over hers while doing a nearly inaudible hush. "Hey it's alright. I know doing well is important to you. Maybe I should come over after school and help?" He asked, batting his long eyelashes at her.

It appeared like a sweet question, but it was anything but innocent. Y/n didnt want to be around Eddie right now; her heart beat rapidly at the thought of having Eddie alone, in her house, in her room where he could do anything he wanted to her.

She thought of the excuse, something that wouldn't push him too far. "Sorry but not today. I'm going out with my parents after they get home from work but that's a very kind offer of you Eddie." Y/n did her best poker face but Eddie could see the shakiness of her leg under the table.

Eddie smirked and raised an eyebrow, "Is that so? Too bad, maybe next time then?" As pre-revenge for lying, he grabbed her thigh with the large purple-ish green bruise on it.

A small squeal from Y/n alerted Robin who tilted her head and mouthed the question, "Are you alright?"

Holding back tears as a hand clenched harder on the bruise of her thigh, she nodded.

Eddie played with the frills of the skirt he asked Y/n to wear on their phone call last night. A flash of heat made him reach for his cheeks; he was actually blushing at the thought of his conversation with the mousey girl he loved taunting. He hated it. He hated her. For a much-deserved punishment, he tightly squeezed the thigh he abused days before. He chuckled at the memory of teasing her at the empty park he walked her to during the late night. She was so naive to think that the stroll in the park with him was an innocent, puppy love moment. He pushed her into a nearby bush and abused her. He didn't go all the way with her like he wanted to but he thought he'd save it for a rainy day and speak of the devil, lightening flashed and a large clap of thunder made the girl under his hand jump.

Y/n felt a tinge of anger as she tried to shove Eddie's hand away and it didn't budge. She didn't want to be a victim but she clearly wasn't going to out match his physical strength.

Eddie leaned in, a breath of hot air hit Y/n's earlobe as Eddie said, "You lied to me and you know how I feel about that. Meet me at my van when school lets out." Eddie gathered his trash and Y/n's too and tossed it in the garbage bin.

"That's not a request, it's my command." He said quietly, a flash of lightening illuminating his face.

Hours later, Y/n walked slowly out of the school in a crowd of students. She was doing the numbers in her head about going with Eddie after school. She didn't want to admit it but deep down she knew what Eddie wanted to do to her today. She Y/n didn't want that with him; not like this, while he was this entitled monster hidden beneath a pleasant skin.

She had to take a stand and Y/n thought today is the day. She wouldn't let Eddie take away something that's supposed to be her choice. She ducked within the group of students determined not to be seen. With Eddie nowhere in sight, she glanced around for an ally.

Robin had probably been picked up by Steve already. Maybe Nancy could drive her home. Making haste, Y/n trudged through student after student determined to find her friend. At the corner of the school where Nancy Wheeler was nowhere to be found Y/n huffed an air of annoyance.

"Fine I'll just fucking run home then!" Y/n growled.

A large hand covered her mouth and pulled her into a group of trees near the back. Y/n flailed her arms around but the perp had a strong grip.

"Stop fucking fighting before I fuck it out of you right here!" Eddie yelled, shoving y/n against a tree.

Y/n froze under the mean gaze of her long-haired tormentor. His dark eyes fixed on the young woman beneath him. "Please Eddie, just let me go home! I'm sorry..." Y/n managed while breaking eye contact.

"Wow, where'd the fight go? You seemed pretty confident a minute ago while you were hiding from me." Eddie chuckled, thumbing the highpoint of the girls' cheek.

Y/n made no comment and stared at the ground with a hung head. Eddie tsked, "I thought I was clear about you 'not hiding from me anymore'? I'm disappointed y/n. It seems you really like being punished; and when we get back to my place, you'll really get it."

Y/n shook her head and sniffled, "No Eddie, I don't want to have sex with you, maybe if you were nice again. You used to be really nice, I use to have a big crush on you, and I thought when you started talking to me last year that you wanted something good but now, -now I wish you'd just go fuck yourself and leave me alone!" Y/n said bringing her eyes to meet her abuser.

Eddie's big brown eyes focused on the brave girl he had pinned to a tree. His heartbeat picked up; a small ping of guilt pinched his nerves and he found himself not being able to look her in the eyes anymore.

The small amount of remorse left him when he felt rage takeover and without thinking, swung his hand at Y/n's face. Angry, he was, that she would reject him. And now Eddie's mission was clear; he would break his little plaything and make her love him. She didn't have a choice. It was him; it was only him for now on. As she was all he had. He couldn't do too much while on school grounds, so he'd have to plan something accordingly. A part of him just wanted to drag her by her hair to the back of his van and fuck her right then and there but another part of him decided to wait just a little longer. Halloween was around the corner and what a perfect time to scare the courage right out of her; he was going to put his plaything in her place once and for all; in due time.

#bully!eddie #eddie munson x reader smut #eddie munson #stranger things #dark!eddie munson #dark!eddie munson x you

[wordsbymae]

omg this was SO GOOD, dear author😭 the jealous person not realising that they're in reality only helping farmer to make mousey his spouse. how would the visit at farmer's home go? surely little mouse must see that farmer's house is a lot better than their dangerous little home. they will have everything they want here, somehow farmer suddenly have so many amazing products to make pastery that little mouse couldn't afford. and if that doesn't work? surely mousey isn't so heartless to leave him all alone on this huge farm? he has so much work, they surely doesn't want him to overwork himself to death. 😩

and if you don't mind dear author, can i be 💫 anon?

Thank you!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I did update the ending very slightly, just changed some wording but nothing too crazy. That's exactly what I was going for! Before this happened the reader was on edge with the farmer. They could tell, even subconsciously, that he had less than honest intentions. But with this whole situation they were forced into his arms, he stood up for them, protected them, practically admitting to being in love with them. It sends mouse right back to when they would wait by their mailbox for him to drive past so they could wave good morning to him or how they would rebake something over and over again just so it was perfect for him. The love-sick puppy in them is back with a vengeance.

I see mouse being in his truck with his denim jacket on, his scent enveloping them as they use the cuffs to wipe their nose or their eyes. (And if you're like me, can you imagine it being too big or long? and just being dwarfed in it?). The farmer is still a bit uncomfortable, neither has said anything since they got in the car and clearly mousey is still very upset. He does use this time to think of a plan. He was expecting a struggle or even a fight to get his little mouse in his arms. If he was a forgiving man would thank that cruel person for driving mouse into his arms. But he was not, so you can imagine what's gonna happen.

They finally arrive home (and because I am committing), his two working dogs run out from behind the house barking and yapping. Reader's met them before and loves them to death so they practically jump out of the truck to say hi to them. The farmer just grumbles cause he wanted to open their door like a gentleman :(

Pancho and Lefty are so excited to see Mouse again. They've been gone too long! Of course, they have ulterior motives and start sniffing around to see if they bought their favourite peanut butter doggy treats Mouse makes themself. They huff when they don't smell them.

"They ain't lap dogs you know, they're working dogs and you spoil em too much" the farmer sooks, walking over to the three of you. He wants all your attention :(

"Don't listen to him. your daddy is being a meany. You deserve all the love and attention and to be spoilt rotten, 'cause you're both my handsome boys, the bestest boys ever" you whisper, patting the two kelpies.

Daddy? now that's something he likes the sound of maybe one day he can make you a momma (or not! I know EXACTLY where I want it to go but I know not everyone is into all that. )

either way, he's calling you inside with a frown on his face. He deserves to be your handsome boy, your bestest boy ever, not those two butt lickers outside.

You give a small sigh when you come inside. You've never been inside his house before. You wanted to, desperately, but he just never invited you in. Now you're sitting on his bed in his jacket, while he looks through his closet. It's only 10am in the morning but clearly, he's expecting you to stay the night cause he's grabbing house clothes/pj's for you. An old shirt of his and some old boxers. He hopes to god you don't notice the hole in the back of the boxers where he can see your underwear.

You try and tell the farmer that you're only planning on staying a little while (until you stop crying at the drop of a hat) but as soon as you say it, lightning strikes. The sky darkens and the wind howls.

"You ain't going nowhere while it's storming like this"

"I live like a minute-"

"I don't care, your staying"

So you stay the night.

Only to wake to your house burnt to the ground. Luckily everything important and your own bedroom are in an offshoot of the cottage where the fire didn't spread to. But the main bulk of the house is ruined.

But thank goodness the farmer is more than happy to let you stay at his till you find somewhere else.

However, it's really hard to find an appropriate house in such a small town and large county, but the farmer is more than welcome! Just stay with him! Rent free! Just keep cooking like you do and you can stay for as long as you would like.

This man is desperate for Mouse to be his little spouse. So you can bet your bottom dollar he starts treating them as such (murder, manifest, manipulate). Coming in after a long day and practically begging for a massage, cooing to his darlin' how they have magic hands, how he's so lucky to have them, how he would be lost without them cooking for him, taking care of him, making sure he ain't working himself to death.

After a few months he's got reader trained and everything, got them rubbing his shoulder (and feet, ew), packing him lunches for when he gets stuck outside, doing his laundry, sewing his clothes, fussing over him and treating him like a little homemaker would.

But then Mousey is talking about another little cottage down the way that's selling, how they don't wanna be in his hair anymore. How he probably wants his own space back. That's when he lays it on thick. Going on and on about how they can't leave the farm, Pancho and Lefty are going to miss you too much, how he'll probably starve without you, how he'll be so lonely without you.

So you stay, of your own accord. Which is really lucky for you, cause plan b stands for Plan Barn.

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Of course, you may! I'm on my laptop at the moment, so may I call you anon Nova as well?

#farmer yandere #yandere farmer #gn reader #yandere x reader #farmer oc #nova :)

[livlovelaugh69]

Hello! This is my first fanfic that I'm gonna post here! It's 18+ so minors DNI!

Tw warning ⚠️ Age Gap Relationships, Degradation, Dom and Sub Dynamic, Choking, creep!Afton

𝐔𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋

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It had all started that fateful Monday evening, you sat on your boss's lush purple couch waiting for him to come back from work. You were his 3 children's babysitter, at the ripe age of 21 you had been babysitting for the Aftons for about a year.. During that time you had grown.. Well, not close but quite friendly with their father, the 40 year old man was divorced and quiet, though had this.. Animalistic aura that you couldn't quite place.

He was wildly attractive, 6'3 and lean with defined features.. God it was hard to stay calm around him, his silver eyes always seemed to follow your every move making you shiver when you would catch him staring. He wasn't very put together, no not at all, he had messy mousey brown hair with streaks of gray peppered throughout.. he was a silver fox and you swore that he knew of your puppy crush.. though he couldn't.

Right?

That's when you were snapped out of your thoughts.. Turning your head to see the man you were just thinking about walk in. His purple suit jacket draped on his forearm while his white button up shirt was cuffed at the sleeves, his tie hanging loosely from his pale neck. Oh man, he looked pretty fucking good.

"Hello Mr Afton! I have the kids asleep, Micheal is doing his homework. How are you? How was work?" You said this almost too eagerly, standing up from the couch and immediately walking towards him. His eyes give you that intense look that follows every movement you make.. Like a wolf stalking its prey.

"Oh? Thank you Y/N, work was tiring but what can you expect hm? I am well though, darling. You? Did the children give you any trouble?" His low British accent left his mouth like honey, it was slightly gravelly due to years of smoking but had just the right amount of rasp for you to think about late at night when you needed something to fuck yourself too. Your eyes widen slightly at the look and sound of him, he never fails to give you goosebumps.

"Oh.." at a loss for words you clear your throat and tuck your lip between your teeth, it was as if he could see right through you.. you could have swore that you saw him smirk.. His smirk always left you breathing a bit heavier than before. Quickly shaking your head you resume your thoughts; "I'm well, they were very good actually. Though Micheal keeps frightening poor Evan.." you were cut off by him leaning down slightly, his tired but intense eyes looking into yours in a way that you couldn't pull away from.

"Say… I was wondering, what do you think of a bit of extra cash hm?" He raised an eyebrow and tilted his head, the smell of cigar smoke and cologne entering your nostrils and making your heart flutter.

"I.. well I would actually love that! Do you need me to put in extra hours?-" Once again, cut off by William.. It was as if he had rehearsed this conversation in his head, or maybe he was excited? You couldn't exactly tell, but he placed a.. large hand on your shoulder and rubbed gently.

"Well, a Job at the Pizzeria just opened… nothing too hard just Prize Counter Attendant. You already do such a good job here.. the uniform would just look so good on you.." His words were sleazy, definitely. The thought of working under him in an official work setting made your stomach grow warm, you never saw him at work.. you only saw him once every Monday-Thursday night. You sat silent for a second before nodding, why not? You could use the money as well as thought it would be fun to have some eye candy during the day.

"Yeah.. that sounds nice.. thank you Mr Afton!" You grinned and shook his calloused hand, he looked down at the contact and nodded. There was that look again! That look of something stalking its prey, it was intense and intimidating.. but God did you like it.

"Good Girl.. come in on Wednesday okay? I'll have a uniform ready for you when you arrive for the shift.. so glad you accepted Y/N." He smirked at your shiver of concealed arousal at being called "good girl", it was painfully obvious to him.. The way you stared, eagerly came to him at his every beckon.. That coy lip bite if he got too close, God it was bloody perfect. He wanted to hunt you, taste every Inch of you, he doesn't like to admit it but since his Wife left him he hasn't really gotten all that much action. Well, except for his own hand and the thought of you begging for him… Fuck he wanted you to beg and cry for him, luckily for him he had all the time in the world to watch you yearn for him now..

This was turning out to be a lovely idea wasn't it?

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Wednesday came quickly, you couldn't stop thinking about how he might look in his work suit.. How he might present himself, just the authority he would have makes your heart pound mercilessly. You woke up bright and early, taking an everything shower.. putting on a little bit of makeup and styling your hair in a way that made you look just a little to put together for a kids job.

You drove to the Pizzeria, parking your car in an employee spot and walking in.. the establishment hadn't opened yet due to it only being 7:30 am. As you walked in you heard the monotonous Hum of the fan, the eerie silence of a usually overly loud children's play room. 

"Y/N?" A low toned British voice almost whispered behind you, the air ghosting the back of your neck making the hairs on your skin stand on end. You knew that voice too well and turned around to see the culprit, William.. Holding a purple shirt and black pants. His large hand slowly smoothing down the fabric that hung over his forearm, he looked significantly more professional than those two nights ago. His hair styled neatly while his purple vest clung snuggly to his form, he wasn't bulky by any means.. but he did have abit of a chest.

"Oh! Mr Afton, I'm sorry.. am I too early? I just wanted to make sure I was on time!" Your voice rang out a little higher than usual, you didn't fail to plan on the outfit you arrived in. Your body is a bit cold in the current clothing you were sporting, a flimsy white tank top with a dangerously short pencil skirt.. you looked pathetic. Like an absolute slut, William couldn't stop looking at your chest.. you were obviously cold by the way your nipples hardened through the fabric. Or, was it because of him?

"No no, Darling.. you are perfectly on time!" His eyes were glued on your breasts, slowly moving to your supple little neck then E/C eyes. Before he let out the slightest groan and smirked, before saying;

"Someone's cold.. or maybe you're just happy to see me?" He purred, his hand brushing the hard bud making you bite your lip and gasp.. What was he doing? He chuckled darkly at the noise you made, he was losing patience.. He wanted to wait till later, he really did! But you didn't give him much choice then to let his growing frustration out.

"God, you really are pathetic love. That flimsy little tank top, the way you rub your thighs together when I speak.. It's all too amusing. Do you have any shame?" He was smirking widely, his form suddenly stepping closer while looking down at you. Enjoying the way your cheeks grew darker at each little comment he uttered, you certainly weren't expecting that..

"W-What? Mr Afton, I.." Your meek voice mewled below him, not daring to make eye contact with the older man. His hand slipping under your shirt, feeling the bare skin that laid underneath and hissing through his teeth, Making sure to shame you further. "Tut tut tut… Such a slut, who were you doing this little act for Doll?" His eyes focused into yours as he grabbed your chin, forcing you to look him in the eyes.

"... You.." your pathetic mumble finally escaped your lips after a second, William taking the opportunity to further embarrass you. "Hm? Say that again Darling? I couldn't quite hear you over the sound of your ragged little breaths." This was a dream, you rubbed your thighs together.. Already feeling your core ache from the words he shot your way, the heat growing to unbearable levels.

"You, Mr Afton sir.. I did it for you!" This only made his ego grow more, immediately grabbing your wrist he drug you through the employees only door. The dark hallway was cold and dark, only making you shiver more, a door approached reading "William Afton" . Without hesitation he opened the door and looked down at your pathetically trembling body, pointing to his desk.

"Sit." The command broke the lust filled silence, making you jump slightly and run over to his desk.. It looked expensive, like something official had been done to it… Well something official was about to happen now, William locked his door and practically ripped his tie off. Demonstrating his surprising strength, he walked over and caged your smaller form against the desk. His large hand grabs your hair and pulls your head back roughly, a sharp knee shoving its way between your already damp thighs.. pressing roughly and mercilessly.

"God, already wet eh? I knew you were a useless slut.. but this? My my Darling, you look simply shameful.." His British accent made it all the hotter, you felt yourself writhe underneath him as you rolled your hips against his knee. William, noticing this, starts to bounce his knee for you.. his eyes practically glowing with this unhinged lust. His hands moving to your tits and grabbing your nipples, squeezing and rolling them between his impossibly long fingers. Your whines and noises start to escalate in volume before he smashes his slightly chapped lips against yours, his mouth tasting of a black tea and mint gum. Blood now running down your chin as he bit down shamelessly, licking the sweet red liquid slowly.. your eyes connecting.

"W… William-" You were suddenly rubbed against his knee aggressively, the pressure so potent that it made your hips squirm away in a light pain. "Did I tell you to call me that? I'm your Boss.. call me Mr Afton, Darling." His eyes deepened in lust, seeing you nod and gasp out the sacred "Mr Afton~ Please, it's too much..!" This only drew out a chuckle from him, shaking his head and cooing into your ear. 

"Now.. doesn't my little whore want to be a good girl? Take what I give you,  you Stupid Slut.."  He mumbled the last bit into your neck as he started to kiss, starting slowly but quickly becoming rough in his nips and sucks. Creating dark marks on your neck that would not be easily hidden, blowing warm air onto the tender spots and shaking his head.. God what a needy whore.. tempting him like this, now he couldn't hold back from ravaging your body.

"I.. I.. want.. I want you to touch me! Please? It's so sensitive- Please! It feels so.. so much-". William wasn't near done with you yet, but funny enough.. you were already a pleasure drunk bitch, not used to such delicious sensations. Grinding on his knee desperate for anymore friction, but before you could roll your hips again you hear objects flying off his desk before he pins you against it.

"Well.. since you asked SO nicely.. I guess I can pay attention to that greedy little cunt of yours.. I bet it's so sensitive and swollen hm? It needs Mr Afton's attention desperately, huh?" He cooed as he let a finger brush over your soaking fabric covered pussy, drawing out a desperate mewl from you..

He was beyond elated.

He had wanted this ever since you walked through his doorway, the innocent bat of your eyelashes.. God it did things to him he hadn't felt since before his second child. He snapped out of his thoughts as he felt your wet heat rub against his finger desperately, getting yourself off without him working on you.

"Did I say you could do that darling? Let me use you as I please, don't fucking move." His voice was serious, growing lower in octave as he started painfully rubbing hard circles into your sensitive clit. The whines and noises coming out of you made the growing tent in his trousers almost unbearable, his hips rubbing against the table making him groan lowly. "God you look so fucked out already darling.. God how are you not embarrassed?~" He purred this as his finger worked its magic, all the while his other hand worked it'd way up your body to your neck before.. well, latching onto your throat and squeezing, a soft moan erupting from your throat he just laughs… not a chuckle, no, a full on excited laugh. As if he couldn't contain himself, almost on Cue he Rips your panties off and sticks two giant fingers into you without warning, letting go of your throat and thrusting with a unforgiving speed. You threw your head back and whined in a perfect mixture of pain and pleasure, being stretched out without warning made your walls tighten around William more then they already were. 

"Are you going to cum already? So, so sensitive.. What a needy pet.. Need Mr Afton in you? What do you say darling?" He was taunting you, every word put of his mouth was backhanded and patronizing which honestly pushed you over the edge.. his words, his long digits curling into you and hitting your most sensitive spot. It was all too much so you shivered and came, your body jerking slightly as a raspy cry of pleasure fell from your swollen bloodied lips. William looked in shock as the orgasm took you from his needy little slut into a useless sex toy for him, and him only to use.

".... well darling that awnsered my question." In swift movements he had your legs over his shoulders, thighs pressed against your chest as he rubbed his painfully erect dick against your ungodly sensitive clit. You mumbled things that even you couldn't understand, so fucked out and being absolutely destroyed by your boss? God this couldn't get better, but then it did, he unlooped his belt..

"M-Mr Afton- PLEASE! I nE-ed you in me- please please.. please..!" Your cries were awnsered with a patronizing shake of his head and scoff before suddenly being penetrated by the man hovered over you. His head fell back as he let out a string of curses, not waiting for you to adjust he started ramming into you. For being 43 or so, he had a surprising pace.. His hand holding your wrists above your head while his hips thrusted quickly against you, the sound of skin slapping and pained moans from you… Honestly you didn't know if you had another climax in you, the knot tightening tiredly when suddenly..

Ring…

Ring Ring…

"Hello?-"

"William, it's me Henry, are you at the Pizzeria?"

"O-Oh.. ngh~ Uh Yes I am, getting ready for opening.. I'm actually quite busy right now-"

As William said this you bucked your hips, getting a good angle and moaning. Whimpering his name and whining not so quietly… William winced and grabbed his discarded tie that was next to him and shoved it into your mouth. "Shut up slut-" William warned as quietly as possible.

"Excuse me? William, what are you doing?"

"A-Ah! Nothing I'm sorry.. Just ah.. talking to myself. Look mate, I really am busy. I'll call you after?"

"Sigh, okay William, talk to you later."

As Henry hung up he looked down to see you drooling all over his tie… oh my, what would he wear now? Oh well, he grabbed your throat one last time and hissed at you. "Never make those sounds when I'm on a call, got it Darling? I only get to hear your pathetic little noises, Me!" He raised his voice at the end, grip on your throat tightening as you nodded, gasping and clenching around him.. the large hand around your throat making you see stars; "Mr Afton!!" You choked his name out in pure ecstasy. As you clenched William just couldn't take it anymore.. pulling out and releasing himself onto your chest. Eventually his shaking form that loomed on top of you moved to sit beside your limp body.. he grabbed the uniform that you had yet to put on and raised his eyebrows.

"Go on then, put your uniform on, Darling.. time for work."

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[httpsobi]

TEAM, MEET... THE SHADOWS (LITERALLY)!

WARNINGS/TAGS + sfw, gender neutral o/c or reader insert, vague descriptions of violence.

A/N + was doing some research on abilities for this serious when i realized the severe lack of shadow abilities across the board and was so offended cause they would be such cool powers to explore and have so have this! enjoy!

★ the term most often used to describe her/him/them is 'mousey' ♥︎ in case that doesn't tell you enough about them, it's because she/he/they are so quiet and skittish ♥︎ walking jump-scare victim... even as she/he/they grow more comfortable around team members and leaguers, will still scream someone bumps into them

★ nightwing is very relieved to find out that fear suddenly fizzles away the moment a mission starts  ♥︎ just turns silent and her/his/their eyes stay open wide the whole time ♥︎ gives off the appearance of a creepy doll or mannequin ♥︎ jaime hates it so much poor boy was brought to tears first time around cause he was so upset by how she/he/they almost didn't blink once

★ ironically people are always intimidated by her/his/their appearance ♥︎ she/he/they could be really tall, thanks to chunky heeled shoes or even just being tall ♥︎ dark, shapeless and androgynous goth or styles (she/he/they would suit victorian-esque styles) ♥︎ PIERCINGS!!! she/he/they are covered in em!!!

★ beast boy loves her/him/them like she/he/they are siblings ♥︎ guys i know i'm always pairing the scary quiet person with the happiest bubbliest of people but shut up it's cute ♥︎ the dynamic is just little happy puppy dragging around this scary but whimpy doberman ♥︎ eventually gets dragged by another cheery member (impulse) into his little duo with blue beetle ♥︎ blue hates to admit it but he found her/him/them so creepy to begin with, he couldn't stand being around her/him/them cause she/he/they terrified him ♥︎ but after learning that she's/he's/they're just really quiet, end up getting along well ♥︎ is also an silent pair with superboy- words are rarely exchanged between the two but it just works and neither care enough to ask

★ there's a running theory in the team (and leaguers) that they're a vampire ♥︎ superman, flash and green lantern have a bet going as we speak

★ absolute weapon when it comes to undercover infiltration ♥︎ her/his/their ability of literally becoming a puddle of shadows and jumping from shadow to shadow of things around her/him/them makes it so she/he/they are difficult to catch when scoping out locations

★ shines brightest in dark environments ♥︎ she/he/they prefer joining missions at/past sunset ♥︎ if she/he/they have to do a morning missions, it takes her/him/them longer to scope out areas because it's harder to hide as a smoking shadow in broad daylight for obvious reasons

★ the longer she/he/they use their ability without becoming (what i've coined as) the shadow, it almost starts to take over her/his/their body ♥︎ always starts from her/his/their right eye ♥︎ when her/his/their pupil and sclera turn black, it starts spreading- up her/his/their cheekbone and forehead, across her/his/their nose bridge into her/his/their other eye, down her/his/their jaw and neck ♥︎ if left long enough, it will take over her/his/their body ♥︎ the shadows look pure nothingness on her/his/their face, leaving her/him/them with scary looking hollow parts of their body thanks to how dark and unreflective the shadow is, it also lets off a faint black smoke that adds to how menacing it looks

★ does her/his/their best to stay off the battlefield ♥︎ can ambush and take out guards or soldiers from the shadows with ease, but the moment she's/he's/they're put face to face with an villain? she/he/they want to die instantly ♥︎ she's/he's/they've just accepted the fact that she/he/they can't fight despite canary and nightwing trying to convince her/him/them otherwise because her/his/their shadows could be crazy powerful during a fight

★ worst comes to worst, she's/he's/they're stuck with no other option but to fight, she/he/they force the shadows to take over ♥︎ before she/he/they do, she/he/they have a couple of tricks she/he/they try first to buy some time ♥︎ if the person she's/he's/they're fighting hasn't actually seen them, morphs into the shadow of a leaguer she/he/they hope would scare them (used it on a riddler goon once as batman and she/he/they fainted) ♥︎ forcing the other into the shadows (works alright, best it can do is send someone into a state of shock for a while, worst it can stun someone for a couple of seconds) ♥︎ taking over someone using shadows (it's more extreme than the last, but the most she/he/they can do is control the person's body and try to keep them away from herself/himself/themselves until help arrives) ♥︎ last resort- let the shadows take her/him/them over and worry about the consequences later ♥︎ needs to get shocked or sedated out of that form

★ first character i think would fit in great in the season 2 team ♥︎ i know it's not obvious because all my work is season 1 characters but season 2 is actually my favourite (except when they put wally in the speed-force... can't believe he isn't out yet)  ♥︎ is a perfect fit for the second team

★ could very easily be blind on some level and most of the team wouldn't have a clue for ages ♥︎ teammates wouldn't realise it easily because she/he/they seem to navigate everything normally but that's because of how she/he/they use shadows to their advantage ♥︎ everything has a shadow one way or another, so she/he/they'd 'see' the world around her/him/them ♥︎ people start noticing when she's/he's/they're in a bright location because they seem to stumble, struggle to find things nearby, etc. ♥︎ would also be a cool concept if natural vs artificial lighting affected it- maybe leds make it harder to see vs the light from the sun or moon

★ in theory is such insane villain material but is too nice and jumpy

all work n' writing is work of @httpsobi. i ask you please do not copy, rewrite, translate or post on other platforms without my consent.

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[decadentworld]

The Baptism.

Billy’s journey to changing his last name, in a last attempt to fully disassociate himself from Neil, takes him to a place he’d never have expected.

※ Billy Hargrove-centric. Side Billy Hargrove/Male Reader.

※ 3,106 words

※ Personal work (not request).

※ Trigger warnings: Child physical, verbal, and emotional abuse. Gaslighting. This might be very triggering for some people.

※ Content & warnings: Original character. Hurt/Comfort. Billy cries a lot. Character death. Non-graphic mentions of smut at the end. Neil is in jail because I said so but it’s not mentioned.

※ Work available only on Tumblr and under ArchiveOfOurOwn pseud of the same name (DecadentWorld). Do not repost, edit, or redistribute. Do not use for TikTok videos.

Billy’s always wanted to do change his last name. Initially, he wanted his mom’s last name, but after everything that’s happened and the growth he’s had, he finally understood that, while his mom might have showed him some kindness, she still abandoned him. Left him to rot in that cemetery he had to call house, with the man who murdered him on the inside. She did; Billy did not jump to conclusions. He did his detective homework and found her having already formed another family. So, in that same vein, he does not want to associate himself with her anymore. It hurts to have this notion of his challenged, but it’s getting better with time.

Billy thinks. Paces, in his mind. Scratches at his head, thinking what else there could be, where he could get a new last name from.

At your now shared house, his newfound group of friends (friends!) try to give him some help. Mostly.

“What about your grandpa’s last name?”, asks the puppy of a metalhead he has as a friend.

“Dumbass. That’s ma’s last name, too.”

“Oh. Right.”

The exasperated babysitter chimes in. “Can any of your relatives reclaim you?”

“No living relatives that I know of, Harrington. Plus, I’m already legal. What’s the use?”

“You can still be adopted if you’re over eighteen. Maybe Susan could adopt you…? She has the grounds for it, now.” The badass columnist has a point. But.

But.

Billy looks uneasy. “M-Maybe not.”

There’s a bit of rueful tension after this. You, his anchor, hold his hand and rub circles on it with your thumb.

Billy’s newfound emotional support lesbian chimes in with a sly smile, and she’s joking, but. “Maybe you could take his last name, hm?” Points at you. Wiggles her eyebrows.

Billy blushes so darkly he has to hide in your chest. But quickly deflates. Right. It’s not allowed.

Maybe he cries a little bit over it at night.

And one day, the epiphany.

His littlest superheroine touches his cheek again, like he always allows her to, ever since that 4th of July.

“You have a memory right here. On the tip of your tongue. Wants to come out.”

“Which of all, mousey?”

Her eyes quickly flit over left and right. “A woman. Is old. Has kind eyes.”

Billy feels something rattle at his chest. “What do you mean?”

“She is good to you. Touches you like I am. Makes it better. But is so… ‘ephemeral’.”

Billy doesn’t realize he’s tearing up. Doesn’t even ask the girl where she learnt that big person word. “Wh-What— What does she look like?”

“Red hair, but it’s… She dyed it. Her teeth are all crooked. Her right eye is—”

“White.” Billy can’t speak. “C-Cataract.”

How could he forget? How could he have forgotten?

Granny Maude.

Billy saw her exactly one time in his life, but he’s not sure why he might have forgotten about her even then, for all the impact that she had in his young life.

Billy’s mind fills in the blanks. A little Billy running away from home, limping all the way across the empty beach at night, right after Neil laid into him with steel-toed boots included. When he can’t run anymore, he still runs a little more, just so that he can collapse on the doorstep of a random house and bang his fists on the door.

That’s the only time in his life when Billy asks for: “Help.”

He sees her so clearly right now. He recalls almost being thrown off by her appearance at first, but quickly pushing this aside when she takes him into her little secluded house, sits him on her rickety old individual sofa, asks him if he’s alright, gives him water, aspirin, treats him so nicely that he cries. Ruefully tells him he looks like someone she knows. Asks his full name so that she can call the police.

“Hargrove?” It’s not a common last name. The old lady has a foreboding at the back of her mind. Quickly puts her hands on the boy’s shoulders. “Sonny, what is your father called?”

Little Billy tells her. It can’t be possible. The septuagenarian runs to the phone but the banging on the door stops her.

“Maude, open up! I know he’s in here!” The booming voice of the monster roars.

The woman continues to the phone, dials the emergency line, starts to rely the message but the quick turning of a key in a keyhole makes the phone slip off her hands and shatter on the floor from the impact.

The big bad barges in and rips the base of the rotary phone off the wall for good measure.

“You never told me you had a son! I have a grandson?!”, she screams at him with all the vigour a 74-year-old can manage.

“Senile bitch. This doesn’t concern you.” The villain’s boots shake the foundation of the house as he approaches his son. He grabs him by the hair. “I fucking hate you right now. I do not want to hear a single word from you—”

“How can you treat your own son like that—”

“Shut up! Cops are on their way and not for me. Maybe they’ll finally commit you.” He turns to the boy. “Go to the fucking car. Get in and don’t let a single person see you. If anyone does, I’ll fucking kill you.”

It’s a bit of a blur after that. From what the therapist told him, it’s normal that his mind might have supressed some memories, especially if they had to do with Neil’s abuse.

Wait. The words. He remembers— He keeps hearing them—

“She doesn’t exist, William. She’s not fucking real. Forget that you ever thought up someone like that. She’s not real.”

He understands. Neil forced him to forget she ever existed.

And as always, with everything Neil said, Billy obeyed.

Billy finds himself hysterical and screaming with how much he’s crying after resurfacing from this memory. Jonathan, Will, Joyce, and Jim are now on the sides of him, trying to calm him down without understanding much of what’s going on.

“H-He made me forget her. He m-made me think she n-never existed. But she’s real. She’s real.”

She’s real. Or was.

Deep digging doesn’t do much this time. Any leads on who Maude Hargrove is or might have been are hard to follow. Which is when it occurs to them to hire Murray, see if he has any knowledge on genealogical tree tracking.

And he does. He’s an expert, actually.

“Largo al factotum, I said.” And with that sentence, he closes the case.

Maude Rathbone.

It turns out she never took her husband’s last name. Billy commends her for it, knows how unusual and frowned upon that must have been in her era.

Maude Rathbone passed away at the age of 77 in 1981, when Billy was about to turn 14, about four years after that fateful night. She died not in the comfort of her cozy old home or in a caring nursing facility, but in a psychiatric hospital. Neil did end up committing her that night. Dialed the charm up and told the police officers he was so worried for his mother, that he was afraid she was turning senile, that she had called him into her home because she was seeing a boy that just wasn’t there. No one even bothered to check Neil’s car, within which a frail little boy was fearing for his life.

Billy learns a new word in therapy the next day: ‘Gaslight’.

Murray helps them more. The next few days you, Billy, and Hopper gear up and go to the psychiatric facility all the way in California to get more answers.

Everyone there believed Neil that time. Who wouldn’t have? A charming middle-aged man versus an old woman they found undesirable because they thought cataracts and crooked missing teeth and cheap red dye was a sign of poverty, of carelessness, of mental illness. All things society is not ready to tolerate. The folks in charge at the psychiatric are nonchalant as they imply all this when the three ask for a Maude Rathbone, saying she wrote letters to a boy that didn’t exist, that they assured her the boy received if only to palliate the outbursts of a senile elder in her last days. Only, those letters never left the facility.

But when Billy soon-to-be-ex-Hargrove announces himself as that very boy, the people in charge can’t believe it.

“Of course I’m fucking real, you fucking assholes! ‘You never thought to look me up or anything?!”

Hopper lets him have this. He all but demanded to be brought in with you and Billy if there needed to be some more convincing on his behalf, but he figures it’s not necessary, in the end.

Obviously, they allow him to take all those letters and the rest of her trinkets with them. It’s the least they can do.

Later in the evening, at the hotel, you comfort Billy, who’s already started to cry as he reads the first letter.

Dear Billy,

You are real and I am real. Whatever my son has told you, because I know he has, is untrue. That man is a real piece of work and never told me about you. War changed him, but that’s not an excuse for him, because he walked right into it all on his own. He would get violent with me, cut all contact with me because I was spot on in telling him he was spiraling. Reminds me of Mortimer, but the piece of shit died before he was even born, so I had quite a few years of peace before all that.

Billy laughs softly between his tears and lays his head on your shoulder. Mortimer Hargrove was her husband, Neil’s father. So his grandfather was also shitty, but he felt glad Maude could lay into him and say things like they were.

Neil got paranoid after some time. I knew he thought I was going to report him to the police. I wouldn’t have. I didn’t have anyone. No one would have believed me. So of course I believed you. He hurt you badly, his own son. I think it’s fate that you knocked on my door last night. I still don’t know if it was completely out of the blue, or if you felt like I would be welcoming enough, and for that, you are very brave.

Tears drip constantly on the yellowed sheet of paper. Billy was about to enter a void of self-deprecation, but the next few lines stop him in his tracks and pull another laugh out of him, because it’s like she was reading his mind at the moment she wrote the letter.

Now, don’t you dare think any of this is your fault, sonny. I know your kind, because I was it. I know you’re probably thinking I got put in this place because of you. Stop it. None of this could have been avoided. I would’ve surely ended up in a place like this sooner or later.

Billy disagrees. The way she expresses herself in these letters is so clear; she was extremely lucid for a 74-year-old at that moment.

Billy’s heart breaks as he keeps reading the last few lines.

Please, find me. Come live with me. We can run away from him together. I could prove to them that you’re real, and they’d give me the grounds for adoption. I know there’s no saving that monster.

I love you, sonny. I will find you somehow.

Gammy Maude

Billy breaks down in your arms. “Sh-She only knew m-me for like ten minutes and she still lov-ved me.” He starts hyperventilating. “She f-found me. She found me, in th-the end!”

It takes well over half an hour before Billy’s composed enough to keep reading the rest of the letters. His heart breaks a little more with each one.

At first, they end with:

Hope to see you soon. Love you.

But as he keeps going, it gradually turns into:

Neil’s not letting you see these, is he? Please write back.

And then, into:

Are you real? Lord, give me a sign that my sonny is real.

Fuck Neil. Fuck the police. Fuck the psychiatric handlers. Fuck society. Fuck everyone who ever saw this little old woman and wholeheartedly believed she could be a menace. Billy cries for her. Mourns her, because Lord knows no one ever did.

For the night, Billy forgets that this all started because he wanted to change his last name. Even if he can’t, in the end, he’ll content himself with this.

But he can!

“Look, she’s a direct relative. Blood-related relative. They have to allow you. It’s basically your God-given right. And if for whatever reason they wanna fight it, then all these letters of hers? They’ll be as good of an evidence as there can be. Look at the writing. The exact same as all the legal files on her name. And the signature! God, I love your grandma. She made this so easy.” Murray is almost histrionic as he shoves sheets upon sheets of paper on the table.

Billy can’t help but agree. Gammy Maude was a genius. She somehow had the foresight to add her signature onto the letters, like she knew they could be used as evidence someday.

Everything is arranged that same day.

Billy starts crying before Hopper even hands him his new identification card.

“Kid, you haven’t even seen it yet. Save the tears for after.” Another one of Hopper’s hidden skills: be persuasive enough to accelerate the ID card making process, photo-taking included. So much so that the shiny new plastic is in Hopper’s hand before the day even ends.

“C-Can’t help it, chief. This is my new life we’re talking about.”

Hopper just gives him a gruff chuckle and puts a hand on his shoulder. Billy takes the card and pointedly doesn’t look at it until he goes to stand next to you, near the stairway outside. There are curiously-colored flags in this part of California. They make Billy feel even more accepted and at home.

“Come on,” you gently encourage him. “Look at it.”

He does. The tears can’t stop.

You hold him through it, and even as his eyes get so blurry from the tears that he can’t possibly read what’s printed in the plastic card anymore, he still looks at it like his eyes are pulled to it.

That’s how everyone’s going to call him from now on.

Billy Rathbone.

Has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?

Billy doesn’t answer you, and you realize that he didn’t even take in your question. He cries, so hard that you worry for him, but he’s smiling so widely at the same time, and that dissipates any doubts you might have.

“You did it, honey.”

“N-No. We did it. A-All of us.”

You hoist Billy up and spin him around, rejoicing in his screaming laughter.

Back in Hawkins, things gradually change for the better.

Steve challenges him for a basketball match, wanting a redo of their previous rivalry without the bitterness.

“Come on, Rathbone. You stomped on my crown twice. Was King of Highschool and Keg as well. Not gonna let you be King of Basketball, too.”

God. Steve is so obvious with this attempt, even trying to channel his King Steve persona into his words, but Billy’s smiling so much he temporarily forgets he should respond with anything at least vaguely antagonistic.

Steve smiles shyly. “Creamed your pants for a second there?”

Billy rolls his eyes. “You’re insufferable. Bring it on!”

Robin all but drags him to a big gathering with the party. “Hey! You guys remember Billy Rathbone?!”

Robin’s even more obvious than Steve, emphasizing his last name so overtly Billy’s almost worried for a second of how everyone’s going to react. Eddie and Steve almost chide her.

No need for that. The kids look at him in wonder. El gives him the biggest grin ever. Lucas raises his eyebrows amusedly. Dustin gives him the toothiest toothless smile. Erica only looks smug for once in her life. Will has the softest smile on his face. Mike can’t keep his self imposed grimace of someone who’s sucking on a lemon for long enough because it’s clear he’s trying not to smile.

And Max?

From her sitting position on her wheelchair, she extends her fully healed right arm. “Let me see it.”

“Let her see it! Yeah!” Robin is so enthusiastic about Billy showing Max his new ID that she’s almost jumping in place.

Max takes a good look at the shiny new plastic. Then slowly looks up at him.

Billy doesn’t know what to make of her expression and the sepulchral silence that follows before she speaks.

“Of course you had to go and call yourself Rat Bone.”

Everyone laughs. Billy does, too. He doesn’t know why he was worried.

Wait. He’s tearing up a little bit as well.

Max downright forces him to hug her.

“Don’t you dare say anything, shitbird. What kinda name is May Field? Sounds like… uh…”

“Yeah, yeah. Give yourself an aneurysm thinking of something, will you.” They separate. “Just tell me everything after it.”

And he does. He tells them about Gammy.

“Hey,” you say to Billy, him so comfortable deep in the bedsheets after you’re done laying all your love on him. “If… no, when we’re able to marry,” and he of course has to blush to the tips of his ears, even after you’ve literally just finished making love, “…you’re not gonna take my last name, right?”

Billy tears up. “Please, d-don’t make me—”

“Of course I won’t. That was a threat.” You smile at him while you make him this oh-so-scary threat. He smiles as well. “You better not. ‘Billy Rathbone’ just sounds too good to change.”

There’s always hope.

Billy Rathbone wears a different necklace nowadays. Whereas he used to have a Virgin Mary one, which belonged to his egg donor, he now has one in the format of a locket. There is a photograph inside, the only one Murray could find. But it’s perfect.

Of course, he did not crop the original photograph. He put it through the photocopier once, twice, three times before it was the perfect size.

In this locket, he keeps a photocopied picture of Maude Rathbone, smiling with her gorgeous missing and blackened crooked teeth, sporting a lovely frizzy hairdo that’s just the perfect hue of vintage red, looking at the camera with one ethereal cataractous eye.

#stranger things x male reader #billy hargrove x male reader #angst #fanfic #I’m thinking I could turn Rebirth into a series and put this work in it.

[only-shadows-dwell-where-we-are]

Swipe Right - Part 1

This new series comes from the pitch featured below, and is adjacent to my series Operation Valkyrie. This has been ready for a bit but I wanted to hold off before I felt I had the rest of the series more fleshed out in my mind. I hope to continue both this series and Redwood Institue in the new year.

CWs: pet whump, abduction/kidnapping, yandere whumper, non-con drugging, needles (vague)

Charlie approached the cafe, swallowing hard. His hands were sweaty, and he wiped them off on his pants and rolled his shoulders back, trying to display confidence. Then, he realised he didn't want to be too confident, lest he appear cocky, and dropped his shoulders.

Charlie sighed. This was not the first 'first date' he'd been on, and it certainly would not be the last. He'd been on many dating apps for the past year, hoping he could at last find someone who loved him for who he was. None of these dates or subsequent relationships had gone very far. Most people sooner or later 'politely' rejected him, telling him he was too socially awkward and quiet, or too absorbed in his music, reading and self-deprecating thoughts. Though rejection didn't feel good, he knew they were right. He was trying - trying to be more outward, to be caring about his dates' interests to socialise and be a more.. contributing member if society instead of a hermit.

So this date would be a test, of sorts, to see if his had efforts paid off.

"Charlie?" A voice called.

He looked up, spotting a young, deep brown-haired woman sitting at a table inside the cafe, wearing a beautiful white dress with small purple flowers, and waving to him with a big smile.

"Lacey? Hi." He rushed inside to the table and shook the hand she offered as he sat down across from her. "How... how did you know it was me?" He asked, running a hand through his constantly-tousled mousey-brown hair.

"Well, you were standing in the door like a lost puppy for a good five minutes. I figured you had to be Charlie." She laughed, a beautiful laugh that tinkled in his ears.

He went beet red. Had he really been standing there in the doorway for that long? "...Oh." He murmured.

"It's fine, Charlie." Lacey smiled broadly. "It's really nice to meet you. How are you?"

"I'm, uh, good. How- how are you?" He stammered.

"I'm excellent. It's just so wonderful to meet you in person.." She drawled, twirling a strand of her long hair around her finger.

"Oh- oh, thanks."

"Should we order?" She flashed another smile.

"Yeah. Um. Yeah." Charlie murmured.

Lacey poured over the menu for a few minutes, before passing it over to Charlie. After he closed it and slid it back into the centre of the table, Lacey waved over a waiter, and they placed their orders.

"That's better. So, tell me - what do you like to do? You said in our messages you love music, what do you play?" Lacey asked.

"Oh, I, uh. Original stuff. I play the piano and stuff." He shrugged.

"Oh really! I'd love to hear some of your music. What kind of music do you listen to?"

"I uh, I like, um, classical but also some pop and stuff. What about you?" He asked, trying to show some interest in her and her personality.

"Ooh, I quite enjoy a little bit of jazz - though I mostly listen to alternate and pop." She replied. "So you work in the industry, doing what exactly?"

"I freelance.. write my own stuff, occasionally perform.. My parents are well-off so I don't have to worry about putting food on the table." Charlie shrugged.

"Ooh! How wonderful." Lacey smiled as their food was delivered to the table. "Do you get many shows?"

"A couple throughout the week, at local bars and the like." Charlie sighed, digging into his croissant. "What did you say you do for work?" He asked her after a bite.

"Oh, a little bit of this and a little bit of that. You know, freelance stuff." She replied, vaguely. "You read too, don't you? Tell me more about what you like to read."

"I enjoy reading non-fiction - biographies about musical artists and war history, but I also like some fiction - fantasy, historical fiction.." Charlie finished his croissant off and wiped his fingers.

"This.. may be an awkward question, but can I ask- what would you say people see as your faults?" Lacey asked.

"Um, that's okay. I guess people say I'm really quiet. I'm bad at opening up, and I'm a bit of a push-over."

"Really? I wouldn't say you seem like that... People often say I'm too.. detached." Lacey raised an eyebrow.

"I guess we have that in common."

"Yeah. Hey, do you want to go for a walk? Go somewhere a bit more quiet, less.. crowded?" Lacey suggested.

They paid for their food, then she offered Charlie her arm, and he took it awkwardly, walking at her side as she gracefully strolled out of the cafe and down the street. There was an entrance to a park, and she stopped on the footpath next to the park. Cars were parked on both sides of the street, but the park and nearby areas were fairly quiet, during a tuesday morning.

Lacey leaned in, and put a hand on his shoulder, "You know, I think you're a great guy, Charlie. I personally don't feel a connection with you, but I'm sure we can make you a bit more desirable."

"What?" Charlie froze, perplexed.

It all happened so fast. One minute Lacey was beside him, the next there was a sudden sting in his arm, and then he was in her arms, swaying on his feet, and she was pulling him towards a car on the side of the road. She opened the door, and tossed him inside onto the floor between the front and back seats.

"Mmmph!" He uttered, landing flat on his face. His body betrayed him by not responding to his commands as she pulled his arms behind his back and tied them there with practiced ease, before draping a blanket on top of him.

She climbed into the front seat. "So that you can't be seen, darling. Have a nice rest now!"

And everything slipped away into darkness.

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[mac-and-thefox]

Mac im sending you so many hugs rn 🫂🫂🫂 i also come bearing kitty and puppy thoughts for you

kitty Dew and puppy Mountain get so excited whenever they see each other theyre literally the bestest friends in the whole world. normally is Mountain who gets the most visibly excited and bounds up to Dew to hug him and lick his face and try and get him to play but sometime Dew will pounce on Mountain and leap into his arms and snuggle into him. they both purr so loud when they together and Mountain wags his tail so much and Dew makes biscuits and headbuts him. they get up to so much mischief together too. Dew cant reach something high up that hes probably not meant to have (cookies)? no problem Mountain can get them down for him! Mountain needs help digging holes in the lawns surrounding the abbey? Dew can dig holes too! they would get chided way more often if they both werent so gosh darn cute. Mountain has the biggest puppy eyes and Dew can do a perfect puss in boots impression. and at the end of a long hard day of causing mischief and being adorable and napping and playing they both curl up together (with Rain there too ofc Dew cannot sleep without his Mousey) and drift off into a peaceful sleep filled with sweet dreams about their best friends

i hope things get better for you soon 🫂🖤🫂🖤🫂

Thank you my love 💙

I love these thoughts. They make my heart very warm.

I'm grateful for you💙

#ask box #sphy💙

[angellurgy]

How long is your tail? Is it long enough to grab with both hands? Could I spin you around like the Bowser from famous game video Mario 64? I wanna see what face you make when I fling you into a wall at top speed ^_^

i have a prettyyy long prehensile mousey tail that like squirms and wags like a puppy :3 liiike

you could totally get a good grip on it and swing me around like a lasso and i'd be like completely defenseless ^_^ throw me around and watch me make the x.x face as i fall... rrruff ruff squeak

#askies

[hatchetfields-babygirl]

Is puppy anon still your favourite follower??

Mousey is so shy, but Puppy is so cute too- I like them both, do I have to choose?

#babyblogging #hatchetblr #hatchetfield rp

[sphylor]

sphyyyyyy what about even more mountain and kitty dew cuddles??? but maybe with mountain being puppy... pretty please

aaaa yess kitty and ouppy cuddles coming right up!! (@divine-misfortune came up with the idea for this one hfbhd, also on AO3)

Dew huffed as he flipped upside down on the sofa for what felt like the millionth time that afternoon. He had woken up with a fuzziness on the edges of his brain that had only increased throughout the day. Normally days like this were spent cuddled up to Rain and he had been so excited to do just that until Rain reminded him that he was meant to be out all day with Papa. And so now he was in a grump. All the other ghouls were equally as busy and no one had much time to give him the attention he clearly deserved. He had Aether watching over him for the time being but even the quintessence ghoul was preoccupied with the ministry's taxes, sat at the kitchen table surrounded by mountains of files and paperwork.

The fire ghoul huffed again, louder this time, making his boredom clearly known. And when that failed to catch Aether's attention he wailed loudly, kicking his feet against the back of the sofa. After his show of irritation, Dew lifted himself up enough to peer over the sofa to where Aether was sitting.

"I know, kitty, I know. Just a few more hours and Mousey will be back to play with you." Aether didn't even look up from the document he was reading as he said this. His reading glasses had begun to slide down his nose and his usually well kept hair was mussed from the many times he had run his hands through it.

Dew just pouted and flopped back down, resorting to idly batting at the blue mouse toy that dangled from his mouth by its tail. He had run out of things to do to catch people's attention. He had already trailed mud through the entrance hall of the abbey that Phantom was trying to clean, and knocked down all the items off of the shelves in the practice room Swiss was trying to tidy, and bashed at the keys of Cirrus' keyboard as she tried to organise her room. And so now here he was, in a funk.

An idea popped into his head, suddenly. "Meownty?" he asked as he peaked back over the sofa again.

"Mounty's busy in the greenhouse, felis. You know you can't go see him right now."

Dew hissed and turned around to face the fireplace. Right now it was covered by a mesh to prevent a certain regressed ghoul from getting in there and taking a soot-covered nap. Typical. Normally in situations like this he would just curl up and take a nap to pass the time but he was feeling way too restless to do that right now.

The door to the ghoul den creaked open and Dew turned his head to see Mountain trot happily through the doors, an old and tattered rabbit plushie in his mouth and his tail wagging happily behind him. Dew almost sprang from his seat, launching himself at the earth ghoul and tackling him with a hug. But he remembered he was supposed to be in a mood and so just ignored him.

"Aww, hey pup. You okay?" he heard Aether ask and there came a series of chips and trills from Mountain in response and a slightly damp thud as he dropped the rabbit at Aether's feet. "Kitty, Mounty's here to play now."

The fire ghoul pouted and folded his arms, sliding down lower on the sofa. There was the unmistakable sound of an earth ghoul bounding his way towards him. When Mountain entered his field of view with a big smile on his face, Dew shuffled so that he couldn't see him. Mountain whined at the ghoul and Dew gave a grouchy meow in return.

He heard Aether shuffle his papers around. "Oh just ignore the grumpy kitty, puppy. Come sit by me."

Dew looked up at Mountain, almost hopefully despite him still wanting to be in a grump. The earth ghoul tilted his head, his tail swishing uncertainly behind him. There was a moment of silence where the two ghouls just stared at each other hesitatingly before Mountain's face broke back into a ginormous smile and he flopped down right on top of Dew. The smaller ghoul shrieked and hissed as he got squashed by the weight of the wriggling earth ghoul on top of him but his cries for help went ignored. His face was getting alternatively licked and kissed by the overexcited puppy trying to curl up on his lap.

Mountain wrapped his arms around Dew and shuffled around until he decided he was comfortable enough. It was like having a weighted blanket on top of him and, although he was still feigning annoyance, he couldn't help the purr that had started rumbling through his chest at the comforting weight. Eventually, his own arms began to snake around Mountain's middle and he pulled him in closer, smelling the soothing scent of juniper and sandalwood as he buried his face into the crook of his neck.

Dew chirped softly and began to feel his eyes drift shut as Mountain's own breathing steadied out. Maybe he wasn't in a grump after all

#kitty dew #puppy mountain (sfw) #dewdrop ghoul #mountain ghoul #aether ghoul #theyre just so softtttttt aaaaaaaa #my brain is soup at the moment so idk how good this is dhbfhjdbgj #Sphy's mountaindew posting

[t4tails]

im like if a puppy was a kitty was a bunny was a monkey was a mousey was a foxy. with a blog

#og post