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Joel Dealing with Preggo Wife #10 : Snack Time

Joel Miller x F!Reader

Summary: Momma bird hungry for all the snacks in the world. Takes some time and frustration before Joel figures out the exact kind of snack you really want.

Warnings: Pregnant reader, Angry!Joel, oral M!receiving, face fucking, throat bulge, throat-pie, dumbification, junk food binge, eating meat, bossy reader as always

18+ ONLY

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Joel didn’t know he married the Hungry Hungry Hippo, Galactus the planet devourer, Garfield the tabby cat.

You’re on your phone texting while cuddling Joel. He’s more interested in the movie than you are, but that doesn’t stop him from tracing his finger along your arm, occasionally kissing the top of your head and nuzzling his nose. He loves the scent of your shampoo after a wash, damp and cold against his warm chest. Sometimes you protest how closely he wants to cuddle you, all smushed up on the couch. Your body temp skyrocketed with the baby changing everything. But since he’s keep the AC on full blast, your warm heavy body keeps him from being a popsicle.

The landlines chimes in from the kitchen.

He rolls his eyes. Of course, something to interrupt the comfort that took 40 minutes for you to settle into. "I'll get it,” He grumbles quickly and hoists himself up off the couch. He wants to make whoever the fuck is calling at such a late hour a quick convo. If it’s fucking Tommy needing bailed out again, he thinks begrudgingly, I’ll just hang up on him.

He clears his throat and answers: “Hello, Miller Residents.”

"Can you get me a bowl of Cap'n crunch while you're up?"

He glances back over at you sitting up on the couch, your cell to your ear as you wave at him. you point to your belly mouthing I T S F O R T H E B A B Y.

It’s for the baby, my ass. You’ve been a hungry hungry hippo who’s been snacking like crazy and ignoring the doctor’s warnings.

But cranky Momma is way worse than a scolding doctor.

He grits his teeth and slams the receiver a little too hard down on the desk.

You can hear him shuffling around in the kitchen, a clash of a bowl on the counter and the jingle of overly processed cereal filling it up.

He walks back into the living room. You’ve taken up the whole couch now, with no inclination to move over to let him back on.

You shove a fist into the bowl and pop a bunch of the crunchy orange squares into your mouth “f’anks” you mumble, eyes not once making contact with him as you stare ahead and much away. Crumbs fall onto your chest and down to the floor and sofa, as if Joel hadn’t just cleaned all of it this morning.

The next night, Joel's cooking some steaks. You weren’t really a meat-crazed person, having maybe one or two helpings of poultry or occasionally red beef a week, but normally ,you could go without it for a few meals without thinking about it.

Pregnant momma? She was a fucking carnivore. He had barely set the sizzling steak down before you snatch one onto your plate. He turns around to slice into one, checking its temp before serving, only to see it was a bit too red and bloodied on the inside.

"Oh babe I gotta cook these a little longer; they're too rare--"

You were hacking away and tearing a large chunks of the red, near pulsing meat, juices pouring out your lips, a vampire gorged on a fat blood sucking meal. Despite its tenderness, you chew endlessly and stare off into the table like a Llama enjoying its food on the field.

"Maybe...we should—slow down a bit,” he suggests with uncertainty. His fork and knife frozen in midair, still in each hand. He hasn’t shifted view or blinked, but clear worry (and maybe a tad bit of fear) stretch across his face.

"Uighgrrfmggmmdeeofxsw,” you reply with gargled cow remains sloshing in your wide open trap.

“Right. That."

You swallow what’s left. Joel’s does a double take: your steak is somehow gone, juice licked clean off the plate in front of you.

“Can I have yours???"

He had only sliced 4 cuts for himself so far. But the hungry look in your pupils, licking your lips while watching his dinner, it’s clear you’ve answered for him. He sadly sets his cutlery down and slides his plate to you.

Its even more interesting when you douse it in salt and throw a slab of butter on top of it, watching it melt before slicing a big chunk off.

"You gotta watch the salt intake—“

“—Can you make chicken? I want chicken now.”

“N-no,” he shakes his head, whiplash from the conversation. Maybe you’ve gone def AND blind AND lost your taste buds. “I made steak. You've had 2 steaks now. Why do you need chicken?”

“That second one was for the baby. The chicken is for me.”

“What about the fist one?”

“….We split that.”

“Awfully hungry baby,” he says with a dead tone, straight faced as he eats the one roll left in the basket that hasn’t been devoured by you.

“Well she’s yours, isn’t she?”

You wipe your face with a napkin, a fried chicken leg and wing now securely packed tight in your tum tum along with the famished baby.

"What's for dessert?" You chime eagerly.

Joel turns to wash the dishes, hiding his smirk. He’s got you now, no surprise cravings will catch him short on this one: He boasts proudly, “I bought you apple pie--"

"I want cupcakes. Whip cream icing. Chocolate.”

His grin quickly deflates into a frown. “No.” He says sternly, a little aggravated. “I bought you pie—“

"Did I say I want pie? L I S T E N,” you snap, slapping your palms together with each syllable.

He puts his foot down with tense sudsy hands going to his hips. “No. I'm not going out again.”

You raise your eyebrows threateningly. One look.

30 minutes later Joel is shuffling into the house with a pack of 12 cupcakes he bought at the bakery.

You’ve managed to prop yourself up on the couch after some heaving. “Ha! The baby is making me workout get strong! Obviously that’s why I’m so hungry.” You shrug it off. “Oh! I want raw cookie dough.”

Joel was on his phone the entire time, but the second you said I want, his brain queued in and he quickly retorts, “No.”

He goes back to replaying the voicemail he missed, settled and focused on the opposite couch.

Of course he Doesn't realize you’ve somehow lumbered up past him and now waddling back with 4 chunks of raw cookies in your hand, popping them in your mouth one at a time.

His eyes dark up to watch you, transfixed on the screen as you bend your knees, hardly paying attention to the way you’re about to fall on the couch. He has half the mind to help, but what’s one lesson you need to learn the hard way?

Regretfully, you bounce down successfully and pull your legs up.

And then, as you dust your hands off from the chocolate stains melted on your palms, Joel’s lips part in a o as you reach behind you and pulling an entire gallon container of animal crackers.

"Babe"

"Wha?” You don’t turn around to look at him, still shoveling them into your mouth. “Yuu wan wan?"

"You need to stop eating every damn thing in the house.”

You gasp incredulously, your hand over your heart in painful offense. “The baby is very hungry! She's related to you and that belly.”

He only remembers to stop himself from reminding you that your belly is much bigger than his now.

"The baby—“ (that was the new thing now: the baby this baby that. The baby is why I need this shirt in blue and green. The baby is why I need the ice cream layered horizontally not stacked vertically. The baby —)

"No. Not the baby,” he snaps. “You."

You start to cry. "I thought I AM your baby!!!"

He gives you a “seriously” look and you stop the fake tears.

“So how about it?”

“I don’t want you getting salmonella.”

“ugh fine. You can bake them I guess.”

He’s about to protest the idea of any dough going into your body, cooked or raw, but knows its going to be a lost cause.

Joel makes you a platter of Assorted cookies: chocolate chip, fudge, triple chocolate, sugar, and oatmeal raisin.

You clap your hands as he carefully places the little plate atop your bump. Humored by the custom “mini” table you’ve got going on now. Maybe his baby doesn’t like her head being used as a countertop, but with the way you close your eyes and moan after biting into the chocolate chip, babygirl must be pleased too.

He goes to the bathroom quickly and then comes back only to glare down at you. You've taken exactly one bite out of every single cookie, leaving crescent shapes for him to scathe.

Every cookie, except oatmeal raisin. You clearly did take a bite ,but spit it out and put the lump back near the undesirable #1 cookie.

“These mine?” Joel asks bemused.

You nod happily. You felt very proud to have enough control and leave him some this time!

It’s about 9:30 pm. You're acting drunk and woozy even tho you're just a new level of tired and achy

"Woopppoooooo!!! Paaartttaaayyy!" You shout with fists in the air, drinking down a shot glass of sugar water.

“Alright party Momma. It’s bedtime.”

"Ppfffttt! No old man! Dont steal my fun.”

Joel stands over the couch, blocking your view from the TV, his hands on his hips. “You're being difficult "

“YoU’rE bEiNg DifFicUlT,” you mock and wave him off. "Oop I need to pee. Help me up.”

Joel” grabs both your grabby hands and hoists you up to your feet. “Now up the stairs, you.”

You waddle towards the stairwell, one hand cupping your lower back. Joel is right at your heel. you up at the treaturous journey ahead, all 8 steps to the top floor. Cracking your neck side to side, you wave your arms over to the handrail and begin: “Left foot. Right foot. Left. Fuck. Fuck stairs. Who invented stairs. Left foot…”

Joel’s so sleepy that he nearly falls forward. And he knows you would not take too kindly to him ramming his face into your ass as you battle your worst enemy.

Finally to the top, you scurry over like a penguin to the bathroom. He fears the long night ahead, with all the sugar swirling in your system undoubtedly going to keep him up.

He rubs his wears eyes. Startled when a moment later you’re right next to him by your side of the bed, patiently waiting for him to help you up.

"Get in the covers,” he hums with exhaustion.

But you don’t move. “No"

"Now.”

"I want an orange.”

"No. You—you just had your snack."

"That was the baby's snack. I want MY snack”.

Dear Christ almighty, bless me with a boy next time so that I have a fighting chance against her and mini her. “If I get you an orange, will you go to bed?" He asks irritably, his voice enunciating each word to ensure the contract that he’s making with you right now is solidified on both ends of the bargain.

You think it over before nodding with a little innocent beam.

You crawl into the covers just as Joel descends the stairs once again. It takes the entire time for him to grab some oranges, a peeler, and paper towel just for you to rotate your middle and sit your ass in bed.

You sit up against the headboard and clap your hands, so excited when he reappears with the goods. He puts the towel on your mini-table bump and plops one orange atop.

Joel sighs and begins to walk towards his side of the bed, but is haunted when you clear your throat for his attention.

“Yes?”

"Peel it.”

He tries not to visibly roll his eyes before he's opening the round orange with his large fingers and clubbed nails. Everything smells like nectarine now.

Picky as can be, you peel off the extra dried white veiny bits and suck on each pod of the orange.

You expect a sweet simpleness to squirt on your tongue, but instead, a sour, bitter, unripe taste floods your mouth. “Ugh these are gross, now I want—“

Joel closes his wardrobe drawer, his shirt off and only halfway down to his boxers. “NO. NO means fucking NO. I’M TIRED. YOU’RE TIRED. WE'RE GOING TO BED. NOW,” he barks sternly into the mirror. His shoulders huffing from such aggression without being able to look at you.

You throw the covers off, orange skin and slices flying everywhere.

“Fuck you! I want ice cream! I want bananas and steak and potatoes and tacos and—!"

He bares his teeth in a snarl, deep angered eyes casting downward with each poignant rut. “You're so annoying, so goddamn spoiled,” he grunts. His huge hands are wrapped around the top of your head and cupping your jaw and bulging cheek, keeping you in place as he pushes his length into your mouth over and over again. “You’re gonna do shit when I tell you, the first time I say—shit—fuck there we go—gonna listen—unnggghhfff—listen ta me from now on. Just be my good little silent. Slutty. Pregnant. Wife.”

Your teary eyes are fixed upward at his imposing figure. Feeling each time his tip nudges the back of your throat has you gagging but you can’t pull away to breathe—not that you want to.

“You get—what I give ya—and you be grateful bout it.”

You gargle a moan in agreement. His balls slap against your chin with brutal punches. by this time tomorrow, there will be Joel-finger prints bruising your face and neck.

You love it. You love it when Joel forces you out of the hormonal phase of bossing him around, the endless need to want more and more, no end in sight to your greedy gluttonous desires, until he’s blowing up and blowing off steam using you instead. And it becomes very clear to you how much you just really wanted him this whole time.

“That’s it—that’s it—you were hungry for my cock weren’t ya? Yeahhhh. Just begging me all night for it. Wanted all that meat for dinner, huh? Couldn’t just come out n’ say it? Your little brain didn’t know what ya truly needed. S’okay, Momma. I’m takin’ care of ya, aren’t I?”

The gluglugglug sounds mixed with strained pitchy whines echo in the master bedroom.

You grip his thighs with your hands to steady yourself, allowing him to abuse your throat. Maybe your knees hurt. Maybe the baby is settling uncomfortably against your lower back, and maybe it’s going to be really difficult to get up from this position in a few minutes. But each thick throb of his length filling your mouth over and over again, the spit slick strings dropping from your lips to your swollen tits, and the dent in your throat from his cock stretching to accomodate his size has your swollen pussy dripping into the carpet for more, more, more.

It’s been at least a week since Joel drained himself. No wonder he’s been so on edge with each demand. Usually marveling how cute you are, but tonight he was at him limit. You were about to get a hefty, Joel Miller sized load filling your belly, and it’s going to be better than any cookie, steak, or orange in the entire world.

He feels the way your lips suction tighter. Your eyes are leaking tears, and he smirks as he brushes his thumb over to collect it. Briefly bringing it to his tongue and sucking on the salty taste before holding your head in place.

“Shhh-shhhhhhhh. You gonna take it? Shit—shit—fuck yeah you are. Gonna fuckin take what I give ya, that’s right. My sweet wife. Bossing me around. Shit. Love when ya get like this. Known I’m gonna wreck that ass or that pussy or that mouth—all belongs to me. Fuck—fuck—fuuckk—“

His mouth drops into an o, brows drawn tightly together as slams his pulsing member balls deep into your mouth one final time. You choke, eyes wide as the tip of his cock breaches the deepest part of your throat, your nose suffocated by his pubic hairs and the fat of his lower belly surrounding your cheeks. His balls twitch against your lower lip, and you feel it coming. The travel of his seed from his sack, up his shaft along your tongue—a generous spurt of cum finally shooting from his tip and down your throat. You gag with each fat load that he pumps down your esophagus, too much to swallow at once yet having no other choice but to gulp it down quickly. Your face feels hot. He’s cumming endlessly, your mind blanking and eyes feeling blurry.

“Take it, take it, take it, that’s it,” he hisses through clenched teeth.

You nod just a little, hugging your arms around his thick thighs tighter. He grins, humming “That’s my good fucking wife, and throws his head as the last of his pleasure makes its way safely from his sated balls to your full womb.

Joel pulls you off his length gently. You sputter out cum and saliva onto his feet, sucking in air through your lungs like a newborn.

Joel gets to one knee, his thumb pressed gently under your chin so you look directly at him. He’s got such softness in his eyes again, the ones that just switch on a dime the second he’s satisfied his aggress out on you.

You’re completely wrecked: snot spit connecting to your nostrils and swollen lips, cheeks warm and eyes puffy and hazy with exhaustion and tears.

“That—mmffffgg!—was—definitely—my—snack,” you rasp with a hoarse voice. A lazy grin spread across your face only briefly as you continue to suck air.

Joel shakes his head before planting a long kiss atop your forehead. his hands glide along your body, and just in time as your knees give way and you’re falling into him.

If you had half the mind right now, you’d curse him out for scooping you up and carrying you to bed like his once youthful bride, too concerned with the size and weight of your new body putting unnecessary stress on his aging knees and back. But Joel doesn’t protest once. Just watches you with loving eyes as he settles you into the soft bed. His tongue dips to your chest and breasts, kissing and sucking away any remnants of his rough face fucking. His cum, your spit, and fuvk it, even the little snot specks—all of it he cleans up before coming up to your lips. He kisses you softly with gentle pecks, enough to ensure you can still catch your breath. He sucks your lower lip into your mouth before wiping his own with his thumb. You’re calmer now, sated and drifting so close to sleep.

Joel clambers into bed next to you, wrapping his arm under your head and swaddling you close. You instinctively roll into his embrace. Kissing his peck and rubbing your face against him dreamily with soft breaths. “Tha hit ther spert juss rite. Ur da bess, Jol.”

“I know. So are you.” He waits for a reply, but nothing comes from you. “Are you goin’ into a food coma, baby?”

Your gentle snores answer him, along with the drool now pooling on his peck.

He chuckles and pulls your head into his face, inhaling your scent. Strong, secure, graceful hands caress your big belly. Your very very full belly, the one that he’s not going to envy when it gives you a the tummy ache tomorrow from stuffing it with so much junk food tonight.

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fandomnerd9602 · 12 days

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Square Dance: Promenade

Part Three of Square Dance Series

Country!Wanda x Male Reader

How could time be so cruel? You had fallen in love with your best friend's sister, shared your first kiss together, and all in the span of a couple days. You didn't think it was possible. But now that week vacation was coming to an end.

You almost dreaded it now. Soon the corporate cogs would swallow you back in its mechanical grip and you'd have to leave the Maximoff homestead for who knows how long.

It was the day before you had to leave when Wanda approached you in the early morning, "I wanna have a date with you, city boy"

"A date?"

"Yeah a day date" she smiled at you with that thousand watt smile.

You and Wanda spent the entire day on the town. Piet and Crystal joined you for lunch at the local diner. It felt lively, it felt energetic. It felt like home with the Maximoffs.

You and Wanda explored the downtown area, rode horses together. You listened to Dolly Parton records at the local record shop. You even filmed one of her strumming sessions and taught her how to post it online.

But the sun was like a harsh hourglass as the evening drew. You understood that your time on the Maximoff homestead was nearing its end. You sat out on the porch, just trying to take in the setting sun one last time.

“I gotta go” Piet exclaimed gruffly that evening, walking out to you, “crystal needs me at…umm…the thing”

He looked to Wanda and she looked to you, giving you a little wink. And with that Piet left in his pick up truck.

You sat down on the porch, your eyes looked up to the nighttime sky. Wanda sat next to you with her guitar.

“What you thinking, city boy?” She asked.

“The stars. They’re the same as the ones back in the city.”

“Tell ya what. As long as you’re looking up at them stars, so will I. And I’ll always think of you”

“Deal. I’ll always think of you too.” The two of you made that silent promise. Wanda gave you a sad smile and began to strum on her guitar.

(Bless the Broken Road [Acoustic] - Rascal Flatts)

I set out on a narrow way many years ago

Hoping I would find true love along the broken road

But I got lost a time or two

Wiped my brow and kept pushing through

I couldn't see how every sign pointed straight to you

The two of you just gazed out to the stars. The eternal midnight promise of your love for one another. As long as you could see the stars, you’d think of your country girl.

That every long lost dream led me to where you are

Others who broke my heart, they were like Northern stars

Pointing me on my way into your loving arms

This much I know is true

That God blessed the broken road

That led me straight to you

Wanda leaned her head against your shoulder. “We’ll find our way back to each other”

“I hope so” you said, your heart heavy with grief.

“Come on,” she got up from her spot on the porch. “Let’s get some viddles”

“Viddles?” You asked.

Turns out it’s just another word for food around the area. Wanda and you settled into having one last meal together before tomorrow. She insisted on cooking. “Alright darling” she said as she slid the plate across the table to you, “eat up!”

You noticed how she took a little bit of your meal on her thumb and then licked it clean off. How you wished you could kiss her and suck on those plump beautiful ruby red lips of hers. And then she sat down across from you with her own plate.

"Go on" she chuckled, "eat up"

You took a bite of the steak and eggs set before you. Wanda's whole demeanor was anticipation, just waiting for your reaction. The second the bit of steak hit your lips, it was like food nirvana. A tiny moan escaped your lips. A mischievous smile made its way across Wanda's eyes and lips like a cat who finally caught its mouse.

"You like it?" she asked with a hint of mischief.

"Love it. Best steak I've had in a long time" you smiled back.

"Good" she giggles, "I like the sound you made," she gives you a little wink. You couldn't help but blush.

"So what happens now?"

"No matter what" she whispered, "I'm glad I got to spend this week with you. I ain't ever gonna forget about you."

"You're gonna go far, Wanda" you took her hand, "you're gonna forget about me when you up there, on the stage, touring. With your millions of fans"

"Aw shoot," she giggled, "I don't think a million and one fans could ever make me forget about you"

The two of you just sat there in silence. You didn't want this night to end. If there was some way to stretch it on into infinity you wished you could. You just wanted to spend it with Wanda.

"I-I'm gonna go wash up." She offered a sad smile. And then got up.

It left you wondering. Was the corporate world really what you wanted? You had the most wonderful gal in your arms one moment and the next she would be gone.

You wandered the hallway. The sound of the shower had died out awhile back. You just walked right up to Wanda's bedroom door. She was probably asleep by then.

All you wanted to do was going into her room and hold her tight. But you understood it was better this way. You were of two separate worlds. Two ships that were passing in the harbor at the same time. You could never ask her to give up her tour just to stay with you in the city.

“I’m sorry Wanda” you whispered to her door before leaving.

You walked into your room to grab a towel for your own shower and came face to face with a sight that both surprised and delighted you.

There she was, a goddess among mortals, the bedsheet tucked under her arms. Your country girl was looking at you with those doe like eyes filled with love and desire for you. Her hair still damp with water. She was stark naked and beautiful as ever, only covered by that gossamer sheet.

“We only got tonight, city boy” she said softly. “And I wanna spend it with you”

You were left dumbfounded, but in the best possible way.

“So…” she asked with a smirk, “you just gonna admire the view or you wanna ride?”

You smiled and took off your shirt before joining her in your bed. If tonight was all you two had, then you make it last as long as possible.

You got under the covers. Wanda reached up and began kissing you once, twice. She giggled as she switched positions with you and straddled your waist, letting the bed sheet fall away.

"My city boy" she giggled before allowing you and her to become lost in the infinite moment, two hearts becoming one.

To Be Concluded…

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moonlit-positivity · 13 days

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Self Care Cheat Sheet

Low effort self care options:

Comfort item

Blankets

Stim toys/accessories

Drinking water/juice

Turning on a light

Using decorations around the house, decorative lights

Candles, incense, lotions

Music

White noise

Deodorant/baby powder/sink wash- ups

Resting

Naps

Pets

Finding compassion for yourself through this moment, even if it's admitting self care isn't an option you can expend right now. That's fine too.

Venting to someone or out loud to a pet, allow your anger & emotions to exist

Calling in from work

Taking a break

Snacks

Video games

Low effort hobby

Making your space accessible for low effort things ie self care bag filled with stim toys, books, activities, etc

Low effort usually includes things readily available, accessible, doesn't take too much effort to do. Consider the ways to make your space low effort & what types of activities you could enjoy when the spoons are low

Medium effort self care options:

Podcast

Watching a movie or comfort show

Reading a book

Art projects, vent art, mood boards, aesthetics, express yourself creatively

Crossword puzzles, sudoku, etc

Organizing, making lists, etc

Meal prep, planning, etc

Microwave foods

Calling a friend

Coloring or journaling

Venting

Half assing hygiene, food, basic necessities

Make your bed up, or throw the comforter over it at least

Sit up or get out of bed to stretch, walk to a different room if you can manage

Take something to the trash can

Move a few things around the house while you're up, put something away properly (don't gotta do the whole thing. Just move some clothes to a pile or something, medium effort here)

Thinking about what you'd like to do next, think about any diy projects or art projects you'd like to do, think about doing something. Don't gotta do it, just think about it.

Soap up a rag & wash ur pitts & bits

Opening a window, step outside to check mail, etc

Medium effort usually involves a little bit of brain power, concentration, and offers more of a distraction while still being low maintenance enough to be doable with a small amount of spoons.

Consider ways you can make your space more accessible for medium effort self care to consolidate the effort.

High effort self care options:

Showering

Hygiene

Clean cat box/pet hygiene

Full meal prep

Walking, exercise

Communicating a need with someone

Considering your emotional, physical, and mental health needs

Writing someone an angry letter (they say ur not supposed to send it but I mean you do you boo 😭)

Asking for help or assistance

Chores

Laundry

Housework

Paying bills

Walking pets

Groceries

Physical activities

Learn something new

Pick up a new hobby, high effort hobbies

Learn something new & beneficial to your health & recovery, put effort towards recovery

Spending time with a friend or someone trusted

High effort self care involves being active and doing things that will make your life easier

These tend to be stressful, so please consider ways to streamline the process

Consider how many spoons you have for that day and ways you can divide tasks accordingly

Try not to push to hard. Remember that half ass is still an ass and it's good enough.

Hope this helps ❤️‍🩹🌸🧸

#recovery #ptsd #trauma #mental health #boundaries #healing #healing thoughts #self care #self soothing #self love #self advocacy #self help #abuse recovery

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av1xtg · 4 months

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It's so funny to me that it's so obvious when I get a new hyperfixation because everything everywhere for example tis blog suddenly turns to what ever hyperfixation I have. . .

NOW I WANNA TALK ABOUT HUSK AND MY HEADCANONS FOR HIM BECAUSE THAT SILLY GRUMPY OLD-MAN CAT IS TAKING OVER MY BRAIN (contains a bit of huskerdust and bad grammar because english is not my first language but I have no respect for it so /j)

So I fully headcanon that husk has the most un organised and dirty room for some reason, like he never even bothered decorating it.

He hates baths and oils and stuff like that because it's really hard to take off from his wings and fur.

He refused to wash his hands with water and he cleaned his hands like cats do before eating food or serving drinks so charlie forced him to at least use wet wipes (idk how to write tht but hope you understand it)

He loves old fashioned love songs, usually mumbles some lyrics he still remebers while working and the others like to hear his singing.

The fluffies fluff ever, he doesn't really use any products (only dry shampoo from time to time) AND STILL HIS FUR IS EXTREMLY FLUFFY.

He got extremly bad body dismorfia when he arrived at hell.

The others tease him alot whenever he does any cat sounds.

Instead of a glass of water on his nightstand he had a bottle of whiskey or any other alcohol.

If he's in the mood (and charlie asks nicely + a day off) he might do some magic tricks to entretain the other guests.

Whenever he speaks spanish he always calls evryone pendejo (as a mexican that is also my favorite curse word I gotta add that). Like him and vaggie are fighting and she desn't know he speaks apanish so she starts insuting him in spanish and he goes "CALLATE LA PINCHE BOCA PENDEJA TUERTA" (traduction: SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU FUCKING ONE EYED WOMAN) and she shuts up because she didn't expect that. (Now they speak in spanish together sometimes)

One time Sr. Pentious gave him catnipp because angeldust dared him to and husk went WILD. Like everyone was laughing nd half th hotel was filled with cat scratchs while husk followed Sr.Pentious who was escaping with the catnip in hand from him kind of wild.

He wants hugs and he won't admitt it.

Used to be a bit to proud as an overlord which is also half the reason why he lost to alastor.

Fucker cries a lot and won't admitt it because he already stablished to everyone that "I don' give a shit about anything and fuck y'all" and now he just can't.

He falls asleep a lot during work because he is drunk.

He owns a phone but uses it like a grandma, he puts on the glasses to read and everything

He once had a very bad night and got EXTREMELY DRUNK and ended up doing a karaoke with charlie and Sr Pentious.

Alastor would ocationaly take him to the Overlords meetings as his "body guard" and he would get extrembly embarrased because everyone recognised him and he knew they all thought of him as a failure for being an Overord who lost his own soul to Alastor and was now forced to obey him.

Thanks to loser,baby I think Husk may be a pet names man (affectionatelly both romantic and just with friends)

Husk reminds me a bit of "No surprises" by radiohead (i don't really know how to explain it but yeah)

I think his relationship with angel (romantically speaking) would be really gentle like, cuddles, hugs, little kisses, cause he wants to show that romantic relationships don't always need to have sex included (angel appretiates that)

I feel like they told each other their felling for the other but bth came to the conclution that maybe they are not in the best mental state to get into a relationship at the moment so they asked charlie and vaggie to help a bit.

I have more but this is getting a bit long so I'll make a part two!!!!!!!

(Have some photos of the silly 70 yr old grumpy cat-man)

#hazbin hotel husk #Husk headcanons #husker #Hazbin hotel #alastor the radio demon #vaggie #charlie morningstar #Sr.Pentious #He became my comfort character so quick damn #hazbin hotel headcanon #Huskerdust #Angelhusk #loser baby

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derfpossessions · 7 months

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Rented You Out - Part 3

I’m back after months! Note that for this part it’s gonna be a little different just for the sake of the halloween spirit! (tw a little bit of horror and gore) 🎃

Read Parts 1 and 2 if you haven’t already!

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The High School is throwing a huge halloween party, and Denholm, Markus and Paula went to buy costumes at PartyCity.

“Do I look good babe?” Denholm asked his girlfriend.

“Of course! Now let’s go out and eat?” The three headed to the nearby fast food.

As they were riding in the car, a little boy was seen wearing a halloween costume, and approached the three.

“Trick or treat??” asked the kid.

“I think it’s too early for that honey.” said by Markus.

“Trick or treat??” the kid said again with his pupils getting more enlarged.

“Denholm I think we should leave.” Paula said while she started to get nervous. The kid started shaking a little bit.

Chapter 2

The night comes as Markus went home and left Paula and Denholm. It was 3 hours before the halloween party.

“I’ll see you two later at the party okay? The house is gonna be filled with shit!” Markus said as he started heading home.

“So babe, now that he’s out of the way, why don’t you and I have a little bit of fun tonight?” Paula said in a flirting manner.

“Baby, I’m kinda tired, let’s just call it a day shall we?” Denholm was panting.

She then started pushing him to the bed. And there the magic started happening.

“YESSS!! HARDER!!” Paula screamed as the bed started to rocked like there’s an earthquake in LA.

Loads of milk were splashing everywhere, Paula even swallowed some of them.

Paula was screeching in pleasure as Denholm pounded her hard. She bounced up and down as Denholm’s glorified manhood strobed her.

“Babe, we gotta go clean after this. I don’t wanna go to the party smelling like cum.” Denholm jokingly said.

As the two were having fun, a shadow was seen running across the halls.

“What was that?” Denholm was startled.

“I don’t know. It sounded like a cat or something. I’m going to go check.” Paula put on her clothes.

The two smiled at each other as she opens the door wide.

“And put a goddamn shirt on before you leave the room!” Paula giggled as she throw the shirt to Denholm while he was turned around.

But unluckily for Denholm, the shirt had hit the button used to turn him into a bodysuit.

He started getting dizzy and nauseous and he noticed his feet were deflating. He started panicking.

“Babe… Babe!” Denholm started screaming but she couldn’t hear him.

Suddenly a weird figure appeared in front of him. It was the kid. But it wasn’t.

“Help.. help me!” Denholm said to the kid. But we has just standing there shaking.

The kid started turning into something else, into a full alien. Whatever creature that was, it was definitely NOT human. The creature then shut the door.

“What… what?!! Stand back!” Denholm panicked but couldn’t move because his legs have fully deflated.

The alien started coming closer. It made its way to his bed and started grabbing his rubber legs.

Denholm gasped for air. His chest was also deflating slowly as he watched the alien grab him like clothes.

He let out one last scream and grunt before all that’s left was his head. The alien then started opening the zipper from his spine.

The suit stretched down as the alien’s sharp legs pierced inside Denholm’s legs. He witnessed it all happen before he completely blacked out. The alien’s skinny taller body molded into Denholm, and he saw him standing a little more taller. As he blinked his last sight, his head collapsed on his new ribcage-y chest. The process was almost complete.

The alien magically started molding into the insides of Denholm, reverting back to his normal shape. All’s that left was to put on the head.

The alien’s head was too large to fit into Denholm’s, so it had to stretched the zipper into him.

Denholm’s face puffed out to the point that his eyes opened wide and his mouth jaw dropped. As the process was coming to an end, a new Denholm opens his eyes, and zips the zipper shut.

The new Denholm started clenching his jaw, and he started breathing hard as he learned the basics of living as a human.

He started touching his chest, and pulled out Denholm’s phone to take a quick picture.

“I… I did it. I am… I am him.” He said in a very low monotone voice.

Then Paula suddenly opened the door to see Denholm still naked.

“Babe! Didn’t I told you to get up like 10 minutes ago?! Come on we’re gonna be late for the party!” Paula said.

“Babe… babe. Ok. babe.” Denholm said as he stares blankly into Paula.

“Hahahaha very funny! Maybe you should put that into character when we’re actually IN the party! Now come on! You gotta clean off those cum stains in the fucking bed!” Paula was disgusted.

Denholm rubbed his face and touched his cock and he stared at the mirror again.

“Trick or treat… Denholm.” He started grinning.

While taking a shower at the bathroom, he slowly unleashed his fresh new alien loads .

Chapter 3

“Why isn’t this man not answering?!?” Markus got pissed as Denholm wasn’t answering his calls.

Suddenly Denholm’s car arrives. He is wearing the pirate outfit from PartyCity.

“Oh finally guess who showed up?” Markus said.

Denholm just stared at him blank for a good 4 seconds. Then he just ignored him and walked by.

“Paula did you gave him crack or something cuz im gonna crack your ass if you did!” Markus got annoyed but was laughing.

“Shut up! I would never do such a thing!” Paula jokingly said.

The three then went in and had fun.

The dancing got louder, and Paula and Denholm were in the middle of the dancefloor. Everyone loved him that night.

“Nice pirate costume G” said by one of Denholm’s varsity boys. The drunk guy then pat him hard in the back, hard enough to flip the switch… off.

Denholm collapsed to the ground and then started having seizures, he was turning BACK into human form. One rule that you should take note of is that a person should NEVER turn off the bodysuit mode while someone is inside the suit. It will be very painful. or worse.

Paula held her boyfriend tight as he started gasping for air. Time was running out for Denholm, and for the alien inhabiting him. Markus witnessed everything that happened. He wasn’t shocked about the fact that Denholm started spitting out green slime on the ground, it was the fact that the switch was turned ON the whole time.

“Wait… so that means… FUCK.” Markus was in shock. “Someone must have used the bodysuit!” He didn’t know what to do. Him and Denholm came up with an agreement that Denholm would never turn into suit mode without Markus’ approval. He ran up to him and notice Denholm’s eyes. There was something weird about those eyes… something glowing inside.

Denholm then grabbed by the neck and started choking Markus. Everyone started panicking. Music was stopped, people were running away. Markus looked into Denholm’s eyes. It somehow made him feel pleasurable in a way. One of the boys then grabbed Denholm away from Markus, letting go of him. Panting, Denholm freed himself from the men’s arms and ran towards the dark hallway.

Markus followed forth, and saw Denholm finally collapse as his back unzips, revealing the horrific creature that was using his body.

“Trick or treat..” the alien murmured.

“Hold on.. I recognize that voice.” Markus realized that the alien was the kid that was asking for candy back at the drive thru.

“Stay. away.” Markus threatened the alien. The alien then started crawling towards him.

“I know you love me but I love someone else…” The alien mimicked Denholm’s voice before collapsing and turning into a pile of dried powdered cement.

Markus almost went into tears. The alien might not have hurt him physically, but it managing to dig in through Denholm’s memories and say that felt like him getting stabbed a thousand times.

He then tried waking Denholm up, whose body is in a room. He was not waking up. And there wasn’t any assurance of when he will wake up. Since Markus didn’t know how long that alien has been using Denholm’s body, he’s not sure if Denholm is not yet fully awakened to be able to return. He then heard Paula and the others running up to the room.

“Babe?! Babe! Are you alright??!? What the fuck happened?!?” Paula was on the verge of tears.

Denholm then said, “I’m alright… I was just feeling so high earlier.. must have been the drinks or someone must have laced me..”

“Ok stay right where you are, I’m going to go get an uber to drive us home.” Paula runs out of the door.

Denholm then closes the door and changes his clothes. He let out a big sigh and looked in the mirror. “Sorry I had to do this to you again, Denholm.”

TO BE CONTINUED

(Sorry if this one’s a bit rushed, I’ve been busy lately so I didn’t really had that much time. Stay tuned for more!)

#male body possession #male bodysuit #alien parasite #halloween #male tf #male body hijack #male body transformation #male behavior change #alien possession #alien takeover

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elsweetheart · 1 year

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i just wanna adopt a cat with ellie :((

i luv this ,, wrote this half awake enjoy

“babe? babe! fucking — ahh! shit, crazy little shit!” ellie whisper yelled, followed by loud crashing about in your living room space. you shot up, eyes finding the alarm clock that read 12:28AM, rubbing one of your eyes as you woke yourself up. this was the usual time ellie was meant to arrive back from patrol. usually, she’d shower and crawl into your bed with not much fuss— most times you wouldn’t even wake up, so for her to be causing such a ruckus you figured you should probably go and see what was going on.

you pad out your bedroom, rubbing the sleep out of your eye feeling the chill hit your body, only adorned in a tank top and shorts.

“el, wh’s a matter.” you croaked out, thinking this shit better be worth it. ellie, facing the couch spun around — an odd mixture of mischief and exhaustion on her face.

“babe, don’t freak out. i— i just couldn’t leave her okay, she’s really cute when she’s not freaking the fuck out — and, i know this is technically your place but i thought hey— why not—” ellie rambled as you squinted in the low light, the auburn haired girl having flicked on a lamp upon her arrival.

“what are you talking about?” you yawned, walking up to ellie in confusion. your eyes caught movement behind her and you frowned, craning around to see what it was.

it moved too fast to be able to tell at first, a bundle of black fur and two big sparkly beads. ellie moved aside, and you crouched down — coming face to face with a kitten.

the kitten seemed to calm at your slow movements, pupils dilated as it stared up at you curiously.

“a kitten?” you whispered, expression softening in awe. you had only seen a cat once before, it was a rarity to see any kind of animal that would be considered a pet in the old world.

“found her held up in some house. she hissed at me a bunch until i gave her some of the food i’d packed. she’s got her priorities straight, i respect it.” she chuckled tiredly, kneeling down beside you to look at her. “you wanna keep her? i mean, she can be ours. together.” ellie scratched the back of her neck, slightly nervous at the proposal.

“oh my god, yes. of course. i love her.” you pouted, slowly reaching your palm out. she sniffed it curiously before unsurely nuzzling her head into it.

“i see she has a favourite already. that’ll change, don’t you worry.” ellie sarked, standing up and stretching, body sore after her long hours out in the snow.

“uh huh.” you giggle, crossing your legs as you get comfortable on the floor.

“why don’t you make her a little bed for now down here. we can deal with her in the morning.” ellie suggested, her hand brushing your shoulder fondly urging you to stand. you did so, the two of you creating a makeshift cushion cat bed, the black kitten circling it a few times before settling. “there we go. now let me shower and i’ll be in bed. i’m fucking beat.” ellie walked toward your bathroom, already chucking her jacket aside.

you head back to bed, the sleepiness taking back over as you crawled beneath the warmth of your bed sheets. ellie joined you not so long after as you lightly dozed, sliding in behind you in a clean hoodie and shorts. her warm hands slid beneath your tank, resting on your tummy as she snuggled into you.

“we gotta—” you croaked, half awake.

“hm?” ellie lift her head slightly, placing a kiss beneath your ear.

“gotta… find a name for her.” you murmured, the matter clearly very important. ellie dropped her head back onto the pillow.

“pfft, already done. ellie junior.” she joked and you smiled lazily despite fighting sleep.

“seriously.”

“we can discuss it in the morning. maybe it’ll come to you in a dream.”

“maybe.”

“goodnight, baby.”

“night els.”

#anon #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams prompt #ellie williams drabble #ellie williams fluff

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thebeast-dennis-etcetera · 3 months

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An Unlikely Pair

Your knee bounced up and down in nervousness as you waited for news in the little lobby. A little trembling chihuahua was on the left of you and a 3 legged Dalmatian on your right. It seemed to be a busy day for sure at the clinic as even more clients started coming in.

“Y/N?” the vet tech called from the door. You stood up and followed her as she led you to another little room where the vet and the little kitten you found this morning waited.

“How is she?” you asked. When you had dropped her off, she was absolutely filthy, barely breathing and couldn’t open her eyes. Had you not decided to go for a run this morning, you never would’ve found her. You figured some horrible person must have abandoned her there. Now, she looked completely different. Her bright fluffy orange coat was clean and her green eyes were alert.

“She’s good now. Just needed a good bath, warmth and a little food. She’s got a couple scratches on her face but those will heal with time. You said you found her in a park?”

“Yeah. I took a morning run and heard meowing from the bushes. She was tucked all the way in the back, I honestly thought she wasn’t gonna make it.”

“Well cats are pretty resilient. Were you planning on keeping her?”

You thought about the question and knew the dilemma. Jethro was not a cat guy. He loves dogs, doesn’t mind plants, but definitely doesn’t like cats. But if you didn’t take her, she would just end up at the shelter.

“We do have an onsite shelt-

“No, I’ll keep her,” you impulsively blurted out.

Crap, Jethros gonna kill you.

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You sat on the couch watching tv when you heard Jethro come home. Quickly, you threw the blanket over the kitten in your lap.

“Hey hun. Dinners in the oven, you just gotta heat it up.”

He came over and gave you a kiss before going into the kitchen and preparing his food. Upset that she was being smothered, she let out a small meow. You just turned up the volume slightly on the tv. You at least wanted Jethro to eat before you broke the news to him.

Once he heated everything up and sat at the table to eat, the kitten let out another meow.

“What was that?” he asked, looking around.

“The tv,” you lied smoothly.

Thankfully, the kitten decided not to make any more noise while Jethro finished eating and cleaned his plate.

“So you’ll never believe how my day has been going,” you started. “I was going for a morning run because I wanted to see if I could beat my personal best, which by the way, I’ve come to the conclusion that I could probably beat Torres in a foot pursuit. And as I passed by that park over on Downey St, I heard something crying.”

Jethro stood in front of you, drying his hands with the kitchen towel, attention now fully on you as he listened, making you nervous.

“Normally I wouldn’t investigate a weird noise at the park, especially because you could find a person sleeping in the bushes or some rabid raccoon, or-

“Sweetheart, you’re rambling. What did you find?” he pressed, wanting to speed the conversation up.

Instead of explaining, you just pulled the blanket back and showed him the little ball of fur. She looked around before seeing Jethro and pulled her ears back in displeasure before giving him a tiny hiss.

“No,” was all he said before walking off to the bedroom. You put the kitten down on the couch and followed him.

“Honey wait. I know you dont like cats but this one is so cute. And I rescued her. I couldn’t just leave her there to die. And I couldn’t give her away to the shelter. Who knows if she ever would’ve found a home.”

He stopped at the stairs and turned to you.

“She’s already up to date on vaccines, the litter box will be in the laundry room, and she’s so tiny you won’t even know she’s there. Please Jet,” you pleaded.

He sighed and you knew right then, you already won.

“If she scratches up anything, she’s out,” he threatened.

You beamed with joy and wrapped your arms around his neck in a hug.

“You’ll come to love her, you’ll see.”

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It was a love/hate relationship between the little orange cat and Jethro. Mostly because every time Jethro tried to get close to her or you, she would give him a swat and hiss. She loved messing with him and knocking all of his stuff off the shelves when he accidentally left the basement door open. There has been multiple times that he’s had to pick up broken jars fulls of bolts and nuts off the floor. The only love part of the relationship is for you when he sees how happy she makes you.

The sound of Jethros heavy footsteps coming up the stairs woke you up from your sleep. Looking at your phone, the time read 2am. You didn’t move from your spot as he came in quietly and got changed.

“You’re gonna have to move your little gargoyle out of the way,” you heard him grumble after a minute. Smiling, you turned on your side and saw your kitten giving Jethro a glare that might equal his own.

“Just tell her to move hun.”

“She doesn’t listen. Something you two have in common.”

Rolling your eyes playfully, you picked up irritated kitten and brought her to the other side of the bed so Jethro could get in.

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Pulling into your driveway, you parked right behind Jethro’s truck and made your way to the house. As you opened the door, you were greeted with a little bouquet of flowers and a little note that read Welcome Home. You smiled at his sloppy writing and figured he was down in the basement building that boat of his, so you dropped your bags by the couch and walked downstairs.

What you saw, you weren’t expecting at all. Jethro was busy vice gripping different parts of the boat while his furry nemesis laid lazily on top, watching him curiously.

“How was your mother’s?” he asked, grabbing a tool right next to your kitten who didn’t even make a move to swat or hiss at him.

“Uh, it was nice. Got to see Dad’s newest addition to his pocket watch collection.”

He chuckled as you walked over and gave him a long hug.

“When did you two become friends?” you inquired, pulling back and motioning towards the small feline.

“She climbed the living room curtains and got stuck. Ever since I helped her, she won’t leave me alone,” he explained.

“Awe, she connected with you. You’re her savior honey,” you teased, watching as Jethro reached out to pet her and she accepted it happily while purring.

“Yeah well next time she decides to use our curtains as a vine, I’m not saving her.”

You laughed and gave him a kiss. You knew sooner or later, he would warm up to her.

Note: I purposely didn’t give the cat a name because I wanted to leave that up to the reader but gave it a color because I just feel like Gibbs and orange tabbys have the same vibe. 😂

#gibbs x reader #leroy jethro gibbs #ncis #ncis fanfiction #agent gibbs #mark harmon #ncis request

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stillbeatingheart · 6 months

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thought about burning the past (chapter 2)

Also on ao3

Summary: Billy is a cat, Eddie is a bat, and Steve is just trying to keep everyone alive now that they are again.

I don't see any warnings that apply, but this is post Upside Down, established polycule, Harringroveson, also it's crack so don't take it seriously

Chapter one

Chapter two under the cut:

Billy's got it made. No job. No school. No father. No social constructs to adhere to. So he’s gotta put up with Eddie’s constant chipping and chattering all day. His attempt at stunts that he can’t pull off. And his crash landings onto Billy’s belly. But if Billy wants affection, all he has to do is climb up in Steve’s lap. If he wants food, all he has to do is brush against Steve’s ankles. If he wants attention without physical contact, he just hops up to the counter and knocks shit off to the floor. His biggest expenditure of energy on any given day is having to move every so often to follow the sunny spots on the floor, or the couch, or the table, or the counter, or the bookshelf, or Steve’s bed. It’s just really not that bad of a trade-off.

Billy spent his life, after his mom left, being the sole focus of Neil’s anger. Trying to fit into what his father expected of him. Then he finally had a plan, a summer job, and a savings account to get the hell out of Hawkins and out of Neil’s house in the Fall for college. Only to have the Upside Down fuck that all up. He has no idea how long he was down there. He spent all of it in some weird comatose state where his mind was bogged down with visions of things he wasn’t using his own eyes to see. Surrounded by false reality and being kept alive by the Mind Flayer for some super special evil plan to take over the world or whatever stupid shit villains are always after. Billy doesn’t care, he doesn’t need to know, and he wants no part of stopping it if it ever comes down to some heroic action necessary. He already played the hero card by trying to fight the Spider Monster with his bare hands. And he died. Or sort of died.

So why the hell would he want to go back to his human form? That’d be stupid. Nothing good has ever come of being in his skin. Maybe the fur is the way to go.

Billy rolls over onto his back, kicks his legs up and closes his eyes. That’s the other great part about being a cat, he can sleep. He can sleep anywhere, any time, and in any position.

Eddie doesn’t seem to be any worse or better off either. He doesn’t seem in any rush to get back to his human body. He’s terrible at those wings and Billy thinks it’s a waste that he’s the one who gets to fly. Though if Billy had wings, he’d be the fuck out of here. Going back to nature and surviving that way without the smallest trace of a human life at any point.

Billy’s left back leg twitches and wakes him, just enough to blink one eye and make sure Munson is still hooked on the ceiling light and not about to dive-bomb Billy’s belly.

He’s a good looking cat if he does say so himself. Of course his soft fluff is irresistible to Eddie and Steve. Steve has a bad habit of messing up the fur on the top of his head, running his palm back and forth like Billy is a dog asking for a head scratching. But all Billy has to do is give him a glare, lick his paw and smooth the fur back out for him to get it. Not that it stops him the next time. The idiot always smiles when he’s scratching Billy’s head, so if he has to admit it, then it’s not bad trade.

The licking though. That’s the biggest downside. Licking his own body to get clean, and getting fur-balls stuck in his throat. Of course, he just pukes them up on Steve’s sock or in his shoe or something anyway, so at least it’s amusing. For Billy. And Billy is truly all that matters.

Eddie appears to still be sleeping. Lazy fuck. Billy closes his eye again and makes himself comfortable. He wonders if Eddie is starting to miss anyone, maybe his uncle. Billy only met him once but he seemed like an actual decent human being - which is a strange new concept for Billy when it comes to adult males. And maybe Eddie’s missing his bandmates or his nerd club. For being a freak and an outcast, the guy’s got a pretty big group of friends.

Billy doesn’t miss a fucking soul. He never did. Except for Steve and Eddie. When he was allowed reign over his own mind, it would always drift to the two of them. Then one day Eddie appeared there too, Billy couldn’t tell him to run, to stop fighting and just get the fuck out. He couldn’t tell Steve either. Or any of the idiots that kept coming down there. He couldn’t say a thing. The one small mercy the Mind Flayer had on him was not to use him as a weapon against anyone other than Max. Max is one thing, Billy knows she’s a tough bird, he’d never tell her that, but he knew that she’d see through the Mind Flayer’s shit when he was using Billy as a puppet. If Billy had been used against Steve or Eddie, he’s not sure they’d have fared so well. As it was, Eddie didn’t exactly fare well considering he also “died”.

They couldn’t communicate with each other down there. They could see each other through the Mind Flayer’s eyes though. It was much worse watching Eddie trapped than it was being trapped.

Then one day the captivity was severed and they were here, in Steve’s place, in bodies that didn’t belong to them. It was like waking up after a super long and vivid nightmare only to realize that shit was still not right. Billy doesn’t really care though, he’s not Upside Down anymore and being a cat just ain’t that bad.

He refuses to speak though. He did it once when they were alone, just to see if Eddie could understand him, and he sounded so fucking stupid meowing that he never tried it again. He can’t control the purrs, doesn’t really mind them either since they’re truly soothing for both him and Steve. Maybe Eddie too. Not that he'd know since Eddie always chooses the moments of deep relaxation to interrupt in increasingly more obnoxious ways.

Billy slants one eye open, sometimes just thinking of the asshole makes him act up, like Billy’s brain pokes Eddie’s with a little needle every time he dares think his name. Eddie’s wing is over his face. Perfect.

Billy gives in this time. Allowing himself to fall deep into sleep, his purring the only sound in the room. And then a bowling ball falls on his bared belly.

His body reacts, curving into a shape that only a cat body can, grabbing Munson by the head with his claws and pushing into his body with his back-feet. Billy holds him there for a second, right in close to his face, bares his teeth and glares. He waits until the cocky little light in Eddie’s eyes gives way to a tiny flash of real fear and then he pushes him away. Eddie rolls across the floor, under the couch and squawks, the type of chatter that sounds like a little kid tattling on another.

“Fuck you, Munson,” Billy sighs as he lowers himself back down to the ground on his side. he flips his tail and waits. Knowing he’ll come out soon, he’ll make himself small and act all shy while he approaches Billy, like his animal nature is what made him do it and he was not in control of his actions at all.

“Fuck you too,” Eddie responds and then nearly shouts, “Wait, I just understood you!” as he’s scrabbling across the floor on his wings and feet, “Did you understand me? I just heard you, Billy, I got that, and it was in English, tell me you got me too.”

Billy lifts his paw, keeping his claws in and holding it in the air over Eddie’s head. Eddie cowers back a bit, stands on his feet and opens his wings to show that he’s innocent at the moment and not planning any attacks. He tilts his head to the side and wonders again, “Can you understand me?”

“Yes,” Billy admits begrudgingly, “and it was much more peaceful before that happened, so let’s go back to just chirps and shit.”

“Ha ha Hargrove,” Eddie rolls his eyes and takes a step closer. Billy keeps his paw hovering in the space between them. “Okay, I get it, I’m annoying. But I don’t deserve to die - again - just for disrupting your sleep.”

Billy snorts, pushes his claws out.

“Fine. Fine. Maybe I do considering I’ve been doing it daily for weeks now. But it’s so funny when you startle, you make it like a full two inches off the ground and your’e just a big furball and not at all the intimidating figure you are as a man, I have to get my shots in when I can take them.”

Billy sneers, showing his teeth and Eddie takes another step back.

“I didn’t say not at all intimidating, I only said not as intimidating. Or something close to that, hey, that’s not what we should be focusing on. We can understand each other! Billy, we can understand each other! That’s fucking metal, man, c’mon, we’re one step closer to figuring this all out, and I haven’t heard your voice in so, so long that I almost forgot what it sounded like so can you say something now and interrupt me so I know I’m not imagining this?”

“Fuck off Munson,” Billy responds but finally puts his paw down on the carpet, kneading into it a few times before laying his chin on top of it. If bats could smile, Eddie’s dimples would be showing by now.

He hobbles over on his wings and feet, nudges Billy’s face with his own and admits, “I love when you cuss me out, baby.”

Billy could probably admit that he missed hearing Eddie’s voice, that he missed being able to speak. Instead, he licks his sandpaper tongue right up the center of Eddie’s face. Eddie squawks in protest and spreads his wings out wide to throw them over Billy’s face and attach himself there.

Inevitably it starts a brawl, they're still at it when Steve opens the door and steps in. Steve sighs, runs a hand through his hair, points a finger at them and opens his mouth to reprimand but Eddie hollers, “He started it!”

“I doubt that,” Steve responds. Then freezes. Completely. The fact that he just understood what Eddie said dawning on his face, his mouth falling open and his eyes bugging. “Wait, did you just… did I just… can we understand each other now? Or I guess you’ve probably understood me the whole time, right? But can I…”

“Yeah, baby!” Eddie responds from where he’s still trying to push Billy’s paw off his belly, pinning him to the floor.

Billy only releases him when Eddie decides to nip at his toe. He whacks Eddie across the face with his claws in, then gets up to walk over and sit on his sunny window ledge. He needs a bath after all those bat germs got all over him. And he’s not sure how he feels about this new development. Being one step closer to being human again seems a lot more negative than positive. He wants no part in figuring it out.

chapter 3

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#steve harrington #billy hargrove #eddie munson #steddie #harringrove #mungrove #harringroveson #metalsandwich #stranger things fanfic #fanfic #bat eddie munson #cat billy hargrove #crack fic

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a-tiny-teez · 5 months

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Behind the scenes

Yandere Director OC X Fem reader

Part 1

Warning : 18+ content,MDNI, age gap, yandere themes, kidnapping,power imbalance, implied non-con, slight slow burn, reader is in her mid twenties and yandere Director is in his late thirties.

1:34 AM

The sound of the clock ticking away could be heard as you continue to type away on the keyboard.The last few scenes of the work you've been working on are going to be completed and with new inspiration you continue . Pulling all nighters , dumping strong coffee in your system and an unhealthy amount of rest has been your life for the last six months.

The purrs of your beloved cat taking your attention for a slight bit was actually quite good for your eyes as looking at a screen for a long time strained your eyes heavily. You looked at your cat with a smile. “ Just a bit left baby ”.It wasn't that you had a deadline. It's just that you loved your work. Your friends often made jokes about your intense workaholic routine but you just laughed them off.

“ At this point you're gonna have to marry your own character” , your friend Becky said laughing.

“ Wouldn't be bad you know” ,you smirked at her and she shook her head with a smile.

Being a playwright was your dream that you accomplished just a few years ago. Doing part time jobs and studying were most of the things you did during your college days. So although you were completely new to this field of work , you have gained quite a good amount of fame. Some of your work has been appreciated by the audience and the rookie playwright of the year award was a great feat of accomplishment of your whole life.

Now back to present, with the last word typed away you save your work and then send it to your beta to recheck everything. Stretching your arms out you yawned and finally stood up. Going over to your kitchen and opening a cabinet you pulled out a microwave ramen and decided to settle for it tonight. You decided tomorrow you'd go grocery shopping as you shivered watching the sorry state of fridge. After a few minutes you had your ramen while watching the tv . There was nothing much going on the tv at this time so you settled for a documentary show that was being re-broadcasted.

Oh , it's him. You thought as you slurped on the noodles. Spicey just as you liked it. The documentary was about a famous film director. You had seen him a few times during award shows. He was one of the most successful directors of the time and all of his films were successful as he got the best director awards quite a few times. It must be fate now that you came across this because you were just thinking about sending him your work. You doubted it'd be accepted but still it's worth a shot. You gotta keep trying in this field of job.

Hoping you'd at least have your work checked by him you turned off the TV and dumped the trash in the garbage can. Then after cleaning up you went to bed to get the sleep you very much needed.

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“ I've finished rechecking. It's all good to send. Be assured”, said your beta, Alan .

“Alright. Done” you said clicking the send button. Now if it's accepted you'd get to meet the director and it'll be made into a film. Your genre this time matched with the kind of works he worked on so you hoped your work will get at least the recognition.

“ Man I hope I'll get accepted”

“ Don't worry. I have a good feeling about this and you worked really hard on this so don't lose hope” , reassured Alan. You smiled at him and hoped for the best.

“You wanna get lunch ? My treat.” You asked.

“Why not? Can't say no to free food”, he sheepishly smiled.

Alan was like your little brother. He's been with you ever since your first work and over the time you two bonded as if he was family. He was still a student from your alma mater and he looked up to you a lot. You were happy to have him appreciate you cause there were times when you felt despair but he was the one who always helped you get through tough times.

After eating and bidding Alan goodbye you went to the grocery store. Walking towards the aisle you remembered what you needed and put them in the cart. A carton of milk, eggs, vegetables, sausages ,Nutella oh and you were about to run out of coffee so a jar of coffee. Okay , that's all from here . Then you bought some cooking spices and other necessities. Checking everything you went to the cashier. Paying for everything you went out the store and a cold breeze passed by making you shiver. October was ending and it was getting colder. You pulled your coat closer and loaded your car then drove away to home as you planned on making dinner and having hot chocolate later.

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2 days later

The sound of luminary playing in the background could be heard as you were cleaning out your closet and filling it with warm clothes. It was one of your favourite soundtracks. It was just so beautiful and gave you lots of ideas.

You remember the earlier phone call. You still couldn't believe it. Dominic Albero read your script and he wanted to have a meeting with you. His assistant called and made you aware about the appointment which is tomorrow night. You're so happy right now. You can't believe your work got recognized by THE director everyone wants to work with. You informed Alan about this and boy was he so enthralled with the situation. He wished you best of luck for tomorrow and you decided you'd celebrate with him if your work gets adapted tomorrow.

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angelsnkisses · 10 months

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your Gabriel fic was the best I've read (even though I only read two because I couldn't find any more) so I'm here to ask for another fluffy where Gabriel notices that reader is neglecting her own problems and focusing only on his issues, and he helps her with this burden she's been carrying alone

Not Your Responsibility ♡ - Gabriel x gn!reader

💟 sfw 💟

summary: gabe reminds you that you should be taking time for yourself, and helps you unwind and relax <3.

warnings: mentions of mental illness, lack of self care

You sat down on the couch, a heavy sigh leaving your lips as you set your keys on the coffee table. Work was long, and all you wanted to do was sit around and do nothing for the rest of the day.

You hadn't been taking much time for yourself lately, and it was really starting to affect you. You were exhausted, mentally drained, and honestly, a little lonely. It felt like you couldn't talk to anyone about it, especially when your boyfriend had his own problems.

You loved Gabe, he was the best thing in your life, and you trusted him more than anything. But it had been a year since he pulled that stunt with Alice, and you were still scared he might do something irrational again.

You were constantly giving Gabe all your attention and love, trying to compensate for what you couldn't help him with. He never asked for anything from you, but you just felt like you were responsible for making up for everything he had been through.

"Y/N? Hey!" you hear him say, snapping you out of your thoughts. You smiled tiredly, your eyes landing on Gabe. He had on a long sleeved, navy blue shirt, paired with flannel pajama pants.

"Hey, how was your day?" you asked, scooting over so he could sit next to you on the couch. He settled in next to you, one of his arms slinging comfortably around your shoulders as he shrugged.

"Fine, I went to the diner," he mumbled, and you hummed gently in response, your eyes fluttering shut while you laid your head on his shoulder. He shifted to look at you, a quiet sigh leaving his lips when he saw how tired you looked.

"Y/N.. can you be honest with me for a second?" he asked, and you opened your eyes to look up at him. "What? Oh, yeah, of course I can," you replied, a little more alert now. Was something wrong? Was he okay? Did you fuck something up? The anxious thoughts consumed your mind while you waited for him to speak.

"When's the last time you ate something?" he asked, and you paused. That was a good question, but you had no idea.

"Uhh.. fuck, maybe Tuesday? I don't know, I've been so busy," you mumbled, embarrassed.

"Tuesday? Baby, it's Thursday, you need to eat something," he said, giving you a concerned look. "You need to take care of yourself, too, you know? You haven't been sleeping much, I can tell," he added, and you looked down in shame.

"I'm not your responsibility, Y/N," he suddenly said, making you look up quickly. "I know you feel like I'm gonna lose it any moment, but I'm not. You don't have to focus all your energy and time on me, you gotta take care of yourself," he reasoned, and a pang went over your chest.

You didn't even know you were crying until his hand brushed the tears on your cheeks away, angling your face up at him. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before smiling warmly. "Come on, why don't you go shower and take a nap? I'll order food when you wake up," he said, and you couldn't help but smile through your tears.

"Thank you," you whispered, leaning up and wrapping your arms around him. He hugged you tight, holding on for a little longer than usual before pushing you back gently. "You're welcome, now go. I'll clean up the house a little," he assured you, and you couldn't be more grateful.

He made good on his promises, of course. When you woke up from your nap, clean and refreshed, he was sitting on the couch, the cat in his lap and a quiet sitcom playing on the TV. The house was tidy and smelled fresh, and there was a chinese takeout menu on the counter next to your landline.

He turned to look at you when he heard you, smiling big. "Hey, just in time! I ordered some food, come sit with me," he encouraged, and of course, you did.

"Thank you for all of this, Gabriel.." you mumbled when you were curled up at his side, but he just shook his head. "You deserve it, don't thank me."

You guys ate and talked when the food came, catching up on work and such. He was attentive and sweet the whole time, making sure you were okay. He knew damn well that he was a lot to handle sometimes, and he wanted you to know that it wasn't all about him.

"You know I love you more than anything, right?" he asked as he cleaned up the takeout, catching you a little off guard. You beamed, feeling so much better now that you got some time to take care of yourself.

"I love you, too."

A/N: AHHH this ones so short. but i had a blast writing it, thank you for the request anon! sorry if it wasn't quite what you were looking for. hope you enjoyed <3!

#rory culkin #angelsnkisses #mdni #gabriel 2014 #gabriel #culkin cult #gn!reader

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cuddlybelphie · 5 days

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Random facts about my MC because I'm bored as hell right now.

this is pretty much an accidental info dump I worked on for four hours- I didn't mean to lol.. So this is pretty long, just letting you know.

My MC's apart of many universes combined ★

It just happens one after the other.

Whenever he sleeps, he gets about an hour or less of it.

If he hasn't already awaken by himself and someone else happens to wake him up, he'll either flinch and sit up immediately or he'll grumble and turn away.

He drools in his sleep.. Another thing that doesn't happen often is that he sometimes mumbles in his sleep. It's odd, since he doesn't feel as if he dreams of anything, but sometimes mumble out clear sentences.

His dreams consist of either weird asf shit or just hellish nightmares where he or his family are targeted and in danger, never usually anything wholesome. Sometimes he doesn't dream of anything and is as stiff as a rock.

Not a morning person, a huge night owl - he has a raspy voice like any other person when he's fatigued or had just woken up.

Now, he's not an insomniac but he has pulled all nighters. Hence the eyebags.

For no reason in particular, he just doesn't feel the need to rest much; always often busying himself with studying, guide committee work, working on coordinating the parties for the RFA and convincing others to come to the party through invitations, or just simply reading.

He doesn't really find working a burden despite being sleep deprived, which is why he tends to overwork himself at times. He appreciates others concern, but he assures them he's fine.

If he's not busy with work, he's probably offering help to others or cleaning and tidying things up.

He can be a bit of a nerd; he's a bookworm and enjoys hearing praise from others whenever he's right.. Though inwardly he's been finding it difficult to believe them lately.

When he showers, it's always at night, when he isn't busy. He just finds it more convenient and comfortable if he does rest. Also double brushes his teeth, night and morning, gotta keep brushing them daily and keeping them clean.

He fears he can't afford to look bad as he feels the need to look presentable in front of others.

His favorite color is purple - but his favorite aesthetic is dark academia. When it comes to colors, he enjoys dark and warmer colors rather than bright or light colors.

He began to learn french in second grade, found the language fascinating and has been fond of it since. He likes to speak in french at times.

When he was younger, he was actually a female - but he transitioned when he was 13, he always wondered why he felt uncomfortable in his own body. Also explains why he called himself a tomboy back then.. lol.

The full transition happened when he was 18 though. His mom's very supportive of him.

He's currently around his twenty's (can't decide his age yet)

Bird feathers are something he enjoys collecting, he found an awful lot where he lived since birds commonly lost feathers now and again.

He enjoys flowers of any kind, and has thought of making a garden before.

His favorite animals are cats, he adores them to death.

He favours salty or savoury foods whenever he does have meals.

He may not look it, but he can hold, pick up or carry anyone or almost anything. He made himself become strong so he's able to offer support.

He can drive, but only drives when it's necessary or someone asks him to, for personal reasons.

He'd have work experience, but he chose to stay home and help his mother by watching over his younger siblings. He was technically like a dad to them - his older brother was the one who helped to provide by being the one who went out and got a job when he was old enough.

Knows how to cook decently due to helping out his mom whenever he could, still has a lot to learn and is definitely willing to be taught.

Owns a camera from his grandmother, he likes to take photos - they're not as good as his younger brothers he thinks. He really likes his younger brothers photos, he finds it all impressive.

He cherishes that camera since he received it from his grandmother, who has passed. He misses her, but he stays strong for her - along for his siblings and mom.

His older brother is a big enthusiast with horror movies, so he's prone to them and isn't too bothered by watching them. Still doesn't mean he enjoys hearing gore from it, such as movies like SAW.. He gets chills up his spines and is disturbed by it.

He remembers all of his brothers phases, and often teases them about it. Albeit, he can't really talk since he usually joins in too because they rope him into it with them.

Definitely coddles his brothers - he just cares about them a lot. Which also means he scolds them when they make silly decisions, but they don't really take him seriously.

By the way, he has five brothers. One older one and four younger ones.

If there's one thing you should know about him, it's that he appreciates his family unconditionally. Not his father, he doesn't include him or consider him family at all - aside from that, he'd do anything to protect his family.

He's seen a lot and been through a lot, yet continues to pretend to be completely fine and if he's offered any help he usually puts his family first.

After getting a job and saving up enough money to stay stable and enough to spoil others and himself, he decided to get himself his own wardrobe of his kind of style. He definitely wears suits more than anything.

He's gone to many places after entering college - he didn't expect so much to happen at once after having become an adult, but hey, his life had always been rocky.

He also enjoys to write, but he never showed anyone anything he's wrote. There's a possibility he owns a journal, he's just hidden it somewhere others won't find.

He is omnisexual and demiromantic, he just can't see himself getting with someone he doesn't know well or having a noncommittal relationship. He takes more interest in males more than females.

It definitely takes him a while to get close to others and trust them.

The whole situation with RFA was confusing and he doesn't remember how he ended up in the apartment nor how he got into the chatroom, especially since he's a very cautious guy - the whole thing was a blur to him.

He overthinks a lot, so he has many migraines due to stress. It exasperates him heavily, so at times he'll zone out. Not intentionally, it's a coincidence it helps ease the throbbing a bit. He's dealt with them since he was a teenager, and only realized why when he was fifteen.

He does NOT like being left alone, especially with having to deal with his own thoughts. He does drown them out usually with music.

He's not very nice to himself in his mind, oddly always fighting himself.

His body aches a lot due to him being stubborn and overworking himself, he never usually speaks up about it or received anything like a massage to ease up the aching. He also has a “weird posture” apparently, said by his father.

His aches probably worsened when he falls asleep against a table, desk, or chair.

He tends to ignore his own well-being.

Whenever he receives injuries or symptoms of a sickness he always dismisses it since it's nothing severe that needs attention and just convinces himself to pull through regardless and hope it goes away on its own with the help of his immune system.

He was mostly forced to think that way because of his father always saying it isn't that big of deal and had gotten used to doing it that way. That is until he's gained people who care about him and convinced him to take care of himself better.

Of course, when he gets a cold or flu, he always makes sure to never spread his illness to others. Usually coops up in his room until he's better.

He has an inferiority complex beneath his persona, but a slight superiority complex in front of others.

He's secretly insecure, despite all of his accomplishments nothing feels like enough to him.

He's good at taking charge or looking out for others, he's hopeful to be seen as dependable and reliable to others.

Due to his selflessness, he makes sure others are well taken care of before himself. He also wants to be able to protect others.

Likes to observe people from a distance, analyzing others personalities - he doesn't mean to come off creepy, he just sometimes find other humans fascinating.

Not very talkative, he doesn't initiate conversations.

Once you bypass his feelings of distrust and cold demeanor, and become his friend, just know you're stuck with him for good. (I mean.. Please don't tell me you'd also leave him like others have?)

He's very loyal and devoted to any relationship (platonic or not) he gets into, so expect some form of spoiling from him just for existing. He'd probably do anything you asked him to, within logic, anyway.

If you're his friend he'll probably also coddle you. He just gets worried about those he cares about.

If you're close to him, you'll probably see how he tends to act different - his personality varies a lot, and that's usually from picking up others ways of expressing themselves and copying to fit in. He's very good at masking it though and it depends on who he's with, so there's only a slight chance for such a thing to happen.

After losing some friends, he's become more rational and cautious about becoming close to others. At times he might often ruin his chances of becoming friends with anyone due to his plentiful issues and self sabotage from anxiety.

If you're friends with him and somehow managed to get into a quarrel with him, he'll probably back off and distance himself. He doesn't want to anger you any further or say anything he'll regret so it's likely he'd avoid you until things simmer down.. He's not really the type to apologize, but if he see's he's in the wrong he'll come around eventually.

He listens to rules, he's not one to disobey. He was taught to be that way obviously because of school when he was younger, but another reason was just because he wanted to make his mother proud of him.

He's adapted to being that way by now, but because of Lucifer trying to always remind him of rules he's been tempted to just not listen out of spite.

He's definitely apart of the Anti-Lucifer League once he hears about its existence, joining in on the pranks.

He never really gives a damn about the punishments much to others surprise. He doesn't find Lucifer scary or intimidating, but for the sake of it, he'll pretend to submit just so he can get it over with.

His only attachments are with Yoosung, Pollux, Belphegor, Satan and Mephistopheles so far, he's grown soft spots to them especially.

Has a confusing relationship with Lucifer and Sirius. He claims he hates them, but.. Well, he secretly feels a bit conflicted with them. He definitely hates them for the most part though, unpleasant feelings or thoughts still arise whenever they're present.

As for why he hates Lucifer, it's for ridiculous personal reasons, but also because of certain incidents that had happened near the beginning or the exchange program that I will not expand on just yet.

uuh, that's all I think. If there's any typos, please lmk, I hate having minor spelling errors.

thanks for reading :3

btw he's a self insert, but just made better

Probably gonna regret posting this maybe, idk it's four am and I probably made some mistake of some kind I'll notice when my body doesn't feel tired..

This isn't all of my MC's lore btw, nonono, this is just the beginning of it. This is the top layer, we've got loads to unpack with him.. But I spare you for this post is already too fucking long LMAO

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me nightbringer #obey me mc #arcana twilight #artw #arcana twilight nation #arcana twilight summoner #arcana twilight mc #mysticmessenger #mystic messenger #mysmes #mysme #mm #mystic messenger mc #male mc #My MC ★

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concreteburialplot · 7 months

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Anything Else?

Summary: Headcanons of Nicholas taking care of sick reader

A/N: I’m really fucking sick & i can’t stop thinking about it, so here we are.

Disclaimer: I’ve never really written headcanons in a structured way like this so idk sorry if they suck lol also i wrote so much who’s surprised

Other work masterlists: virality // intertwined

- Nick can tell when you’re getting sick before you do - maybe it’s a little extra sniffle in the morning or an extra subtle rasp in your voice before you take your first sip of coffee - but he knows

- He pretends to believe you, in your firm stance that you’re fine, but secretly tries to locate any medicine that may be needed

- You don’t even need to speak the next day for him to know he was was right - just the way your shivering body clung on to his warm one the next morning was enough

- He silences all your alarms and screens all your calls so that you can rest.

- Even if he’s got errands to run, sketches to draw, or plans with the boys, he cancels all of them for you - he doesn’t let you know that though

- The only time he does leave your side is to pick some mystery supplies & more medicine

- He stumbles through the door carrying a million grocery bags & quickly but clumsily kicks the front door closed to make sure the cats don’t escape

- He feels guilty for taking so long but the depleted half smile on your face when he brings you some gifts eases his worry

- He hands you a stuffie he found at the store that looks like one of your cats, your favorite flavor gatorade, and of course a giant bottle of water

- “Now I gotta go do something in the kitchen, but can I get you anything else first?” He insists

- He goes into the kitchen just to turn right back around to you

- “I forgot! I got this little bell at the store, if you need anything, just ring it okay?”

- You shake your head & cough, “You’re ridiculous.”

- He places a kiss on your burning hot forehead, “The only thing ridiculous around here is how you haven’t taken your meds yet.” And waves a strict finger at you

- You don’t realize that you dozed off until you sense each of your cats nuzzling into your sides then cooing when Nick enters with a breakfast-in-bed tray & a giant bowl of soup

- “It’s a family recipe, I grew up eating it when I got sick.” He shifts back & forth on his heels like he’s anxious. “I’ve never made it for anyone before … and I didn’t let it boil long enough, so if it’s not good I’m so-“

- You shush him and thank him with a big smile

- The soup is warm, savory and comforting - exactly what you needed. Even in your sickly state, you give him a little food-happy dance with a closed-eyed smile

- He beams at your response and you can tell how much he loves feeling needed

- “Anything else I can get you my love, before I go clean up?”

- You tell him you’d love not to eat alone, so that he brings a bowl of soup for himself and you spend the rest of the night watching your comfort show with your boyfriend and your cats 💕

#FLUFF????#who am i #sorry if this is lame #i’m really sick lol #also i’m very sick so sorry if my writing sucks 🥲#i mean it sucks normally but like ya know #nicholas ruffilo headcanons #bad omens headcanons #nick ruffilo x reader #nick ruffilo headcanons #nicholas ruffilo rpf #nicholas ruffilo fic #nicholas ruffilo fanfiction #bad omens fanfic #nick ruffilo fanfic

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carpememes · 8 months

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10 Minute Power Hour Starters

"You gotta warn me because I was just about to yell 'Remember who made you cum?' and how embarrassing would that shit have been?"

"We've got ____ here. Can you believe it?"

"Alright, shut the fuck up, everybody."

"No, not the stegosaurus!"

"Oh! We're giving samples. I've done this before."

"Can you Urkel your way to a win?"

"I don't love this."

"Glug glug glug, now I'm drunk."

"WOO! Show us how it's done, baby!"

"It's what all the kids on youtube are doing."

"Where is this piece? Did you steal my piece?"

"Bro, I'm killing it."

"Am I right, the youth?"

"You didn't even savor the peelies."

"You just ripped it off like a barbarian."

"Sizzle sizzle, baby bitch."

"It's gonna be really dramatic and cool!"

"I don't want a pumpkin growing in my belly."

"What a fool he is, to get wood confused with food items."

"I told my mom to help me clean it up and she said 'no thank you'."

"___ said I look like the floor of an arcade."

"My heart is beating so fast right now."

"Spin the wheel, you bitch."

"We're visible to lots of people, but it feels great to be truly seen by someone special."

"Well, not like my BEST best friend but he's definitely in that class."

"That's too much plastic crap."

"You look like something they'd serve at 2 in the morning at iHop."

"I feel like i just came back from a mythical creature bukake."

"This is what the ladies are into. A big ol brain horn of goo."

"I'm an ex-man. Which means I used to be a man."

"Yeah you won. Everyone's great. Three people need to go to the hospital but hooray you won."

"Thanks for invalidating my win, dude. I worked hard for this."

"You popped which means you are legally obligated to not stop."

"Please. No laughter."

"I feel you should've said something."

"I has bro! Do you has bro??"

"Well, I think you get double points for that."

"You got a serious buttchin and you need to admit it and use it!"

"YOU DID THIS!"

"We're losin it. We're losin it! ___, we're losin it!"

"This shirt's better now."

"No don't! ___, fucking, god damn it!"

"That was the most legit anger I've heard out of you in so long."

"Why is it filled with chestnuts?! And a lemon!"

"Thanks for celebrating my birthday. This was really fun and not depressing."

"Hold on! I have to do some research."

"Jesus. Reginald. Christ."

"You did it! It's a nightmare."

"What do you think? You think i look sexy?"

"Am i out kissin vandals and vagrants?!"

"Imagine I'm rubbing your thighs."

"I'm going to open a tube of goo now."

"You're a sucky friend!"

"I'm doing all of the colors, you fuck!"

"I know what makes green! Magic and jesus!"

"Oh cool! It looks not that great!"

"It looks like somebody's pancreas exploded over here."

"Anyone wanna be on camera?"

"Drink it, you armadillo."

"Have you witnessed me?"

"Ew, ewww- EEEWWW!"

"Nooo, I don't wanna be the hulk anymore."

"There we go. That's a big boy."

"Are you gonna attack or are you too scared?"

"Admittedly you wield a lot of power that I was not aware of."

"It makes magic fun!"

"That's not what I wanted at all."

"I feel like a cat that just fell in the bathtub."

"YES! Eat the worms!"

"Early 2000s is retro?"

"What is the best time of day to shake a baby?"

"Oh no! It's making the connection that I'm it's mother!"

"We dont have all day. Im becoming sterile wearing these jock straps."

"So you can stick your little emoji faces in here when you write your diary about how much God has betrayed you."

"That is one of the worst shirts I've seen in my life. Put it on."

"What? Oh, I suppose you want to KISS about it?!"

"I dunno. I guess cuz I'm an asshole."

"What do you mean 'is that really what it looks like'? It looks magical!"

"In this world we must all tilt.... But we also a-whirl."

"Look around you. All you see is death and chaos... Here is a kirby."

"Every birthday is like the grim reaper moving one peg on the abacus of your life."

"Everytime I try to solve it i'm just making things worse. Which is just an analogy for my life."

"I was brewin' in the nutsack of an older man."

"It was like having Chuck-e-cheese right in your house."

"The ooze doesn't smell great."

"Parents killed each other to get this thing."

"I threw up a lot more in the 90s than I do now."

"It's about to erase your memory."

"____, Im so sorry, but there's something your mother and I have to tell you."

"It's not your fault! Don't ever think it's your fault!"

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