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visforvengeance · 23 days

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Requested by: No One :)

Notes: helllllo! ok so i lovelovelove rafe and i've been seeing you guys do like a southern gothic type thing so I wanted to try as a southern (Georgia and texas) woman myself. so let me just say I am an atheist that grew up with a highly Christian family. I became an atheist when I was like 14 so idk too many bible verses and I'm sorry if anything is in accurate. I'm just sacrilegious af, like this story oh man. ok this is very much xblack reader based so idk read it or don't. this is heavily HEAVILY ethel cain coded, specifically gibson girl and western nights. i hope you enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it!

Pairing: rafe cameron x black!southern reader

Warnings: oh man there's so many warnings omg ok. dacryphilia. hinted somnophilia, sexual religious themes, unprotected sex, graphic graphic graphic, degradation (slut, whore, etc), actual slut shaming, I was high while writing most of this and it went berserk. um it's 4k words of porn without plot. i didn't proofread. I don't remember all of the warnings so please read at your own risk!

You sat in the front row of your church, along with your family and others who were important to society. There was your family, the Pastor’s family, the Camerons (Ward Cameron is the mayor of your quaint little town). The Thorntons and the Carreras. Your father’s voice boomed throughout the small church as he recited Proverbs 3:5-6. Kiara’s father had asked him to speak on keeping up your faith after he learned of his daughter’s betrayal.

She was caught dillydallying with that little blonde boy from the more southern parts of town. Her reputation took quite a hit when everyone found out. It nearly cost her family their business, if it weren’t for the closeness they shared with the Camerons, they’d have faced total ruin.

You shifted in your seat uncomfortably as you looked over at your friend. She kept her head down and her hands in her lap while the grip her father held on her wrist visibly tightened. You wanted to go and comfort her, but you knew your mother would disapprove. When she found out about the news, she banned you from ever even looking at Kiara again. Which was hard because she was your greatest friend. Despite your mother’s wishes, you still hung around her. You were her rock whenever she needed a shoulder to cry on, you defended her from those who called her foul names and turned on her.

Your eyes trailed over to the Cameron family. They all sat in their crisp and brightly colored Sunday’s best. Your eyes looked over the eldest child in the family, Rafe. He was a wild child, a true force to be reckoned with. Star athlete at your university, the town’s sweetheart. The boy your mama would be proud to call her son-in-law. The golden child. There was no better American teen than Rafe Cameron. Until the sun goes down and he’s the devil that lurks in the streets.

Rafe was a notorious party animal. He’s single-handedly why your town has a curfew in the first place. Despite his daddy being the mayor and constantly under public scrutiny, everyone under the age of 27 knew what Rafe Cameron got into. The parties, the drugs and alcohol, premarital sex, he did all of it.

The two eldest Cameron children were very sneaky. Sarah, who was more like her brother than she’d like to admit, was just as wild. For starters, she was dating one of those pogues. There’s nothing worse than dating a pogue around these parts. She claimed that they were in love and planned on leaving when they got the chance. You’d just nod and pet her hair, bless her heart. You weren’t a fan of slutshaming but if you looked up the very definition of a slut, there’d be a picture of Sarah sitting prettily. You didn’t know how the purity necklace Ward had gotten her hadn’t broken and melted to the ground from her sinful ways. But, you loved her nonetheless.

Since you were 13 and could no longer control the urges that came with being a growing girl, there had always been something about Rafe. You had a crush on the older boy for years. You didn’t partake in things like masturbation, but on days where you nearly gave in, thoughts of Rafe ran across your mind. His toned body hovered above yours while his breath fanned over your features. He was between your legs, grinding against you so slowly that you felt everything he had to offer.

Mama and daddy hadn’t taught you about sex yet. They always said that it was something you’d learn about when the time came. So, you didn’t know how vaginas and penises worked and how babies were made or why sometimes when you were alone, if you thought for too long then your breathing would become heavier and there’s this feeling in your stomach. And, you can’t keep your legs from rubbing together and you’re so hot, god (you’ll repent later), you could die. This unknown feeling gets so intense, but you’re so scared. So, you stop. You say your prayers and go to bed. You don’t tell anyone about these moments of little death.

Rafe was always indifferent towards you until you turned 16 and your body developed more. And, you were no longer just his annoying little sister’s best friend. Fuck, you were so much more. Your tits practically burst out of your sports bra when he sees you practicing for cheerleading. 17 and your ass was looking too good in your jeans. 18 and the sway of your hips had him on his knees.

He fucked countless girls dreaming that they were you instead. He just knows your virgin pussy would have him going crazy. He knew about your crush on him from one of the times you were talking to Kie while Sarah was out. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t wish you were in his arms too. But, something in him was holding him back. He never knew what and didn’t bother to try and figure it out. He wasn’t going to for a good long while.

When you looked over at Rafe to discover he was already looking at you, your eyes widened and you immediately looked back at your father. Rafe felt his smirk grow. He spent his days in church daydreaming about bending you over and fucking you right in front of everyone and Jesus Christ himself. He laughed when he thought about the times he didn’t burst into flames.

He tuned out the preaching as he imagined what your tits would like while he drenched your top in the holy water before him. He imagined it was you saying those prayers while you’re stupid crying on his cock, a girl like you should be praying to the correct god. Rafe wanted you so badly. He decided that he was done wasting time. He’d marry you and make you his pretty little housewife if he had to. He had to stop before the very thought of you being pregnant and swollen with his baby made him cum in his pants.

After church, your father allowed you to hang out with Sarah at Tannyhill. The two of you lounged around by the pool while Rafe and his friends did the same on the opposite side. While you lay around, floating in the pool, you watched as Rafe watched you in the pool. The sunglasses helped tremendously at hiding your line of vision and allowed you to watch him without shame. His eyes trailed all over your body like he was in a trance and couldn’t choose where to look first.

You sat yourself up on your elbows, tilting your sunglasses down to look at him. When he realized that you were looking at him, he gave you a small smile and a wink. He watched your doe eyes stare back up at him, your bottom lip being pulled in between your teeth while your eyes trailed down his torso. The heat combined with the brightness of the sun cast a light sheen on Rafe’s body. It was making you clench so deliciously around nothing and had you panting like a bitch in heat.

Rafe chuckled as he inspected your behavior around him, but Sarah’s voice hid it well enough to go unnoticed. “Rafe, let’s have a party,” Sarah suggested. Rafe hardly ever said no to a party. Their parents left a lot so they had parties pretty often. But, you never attended them. Parties weren’t exactly your thing. You’d very much rather stay at home and watch a movie. Or the most adventurous you’d get is trespassing on public park grounds after hours.

“I’m down. You spread the word and I’ll get the goods.” Sarah nodded as she began to gather her things, you began to make your way out of the water. Rafe eyed your backside while water cascaded down the smooth brown skin. He stood mesmerized with his tongue in his cheek as your ass jiggled behind you. His eyes never left your body while you walked inside the house. He couldn’t wait until he got his hands on you.

After you and Sarah had settled inside, the two of you chilled inside her room for a bit. “You should come to the party.” Her and Kie always tried to get you to attend one but you always declined their advances. But, Sarah was being very persistent. “Why do you want me to come to your stupid party so bad? I’d feel so out of place. I don’t even have anything to wear.” You tried every excuse you had but Sarah wasn’t budging. “Look. We’re grown-ups now and you can’t just live your life like some virgin loser. You ain’t even had your first kiss yet, darling,” she says as she grabs your face so you’re looking at her.

She was right. You’ve never been more intimate than holding hands. Your parents put the fear of god in you and it’s buried so far down inside of you, that the only way to purify yourself of it is to die. It’s not like boys hadn’t tried, but you’d push them away faster than they could say ‘hallelujah’. You didn’t know what had gotten into you. These kinds of things never worried you before but this crippling fear of missing out has invaded your brain.

You stared up at the pale, peachy-colored ceiling and took a deep breath. “Fine, I’ll go,” you mumbled. Sarah began jumping around in excitement, “I still don’t have anything to wear, though. My clothes aren’t very party-like.” You frowned as you thought about your clothing options. They didn’t hug your body or show what you were working with. “Fuck it, we’re going shopping,” Sarah declares as she drags you out of bed.

She convinced you to get this spicy little number that showed off the parts of your body you adored the most. The two of you rushed back to her house so you could get ready. Rafe had already started setting everything up. You were beyond nervous as you’d never done something like this before, definitely never wore anything like this either. Sarah helped you do your makeup, an hour she spent straddling your waist as she focused. You looked like a different person, you didn't even recognize yourself. It was strange. And, your parents would have a stroke if they saw you now.

The house was filled before you knew it. Various stood all over with cups in their hands or they’re making out against the wall, to be honest, you were scared. You’d never seen so much vulgarity. You couldn’t believe you let Sarah talk you into this. Never again would you let it happen. She had the audacity to leave you alone and suck faces with John B. and you were pissed. You stood near the island of the kitchen with a solo cup in your hand. You were drinking the alcohol and it left you with an unrecognizable feeling. But it was a good one. The music calmed you, as did the LED lighting surrounding the place. You welcomed its embrace easier than you thought you would.

You watched over the crowd, continuously drinking as you sat on the counter. It’s been an hour and Sarah still hasn't returned. You feared you looked like a drunken loser. And, you did. Meanwhile, Rafe stood on the other side of the house, directly across from you. His height and your sitting on the counter allowed him to watch you as the hour passed. He battled with whether he should approach you or not. The alcohol in his system lowered his inhibitions and lessened his worries.

He pushed past the intoxicated groups of bodies and reached you. He stood in between your legs while his hands rested on either side of your thighs. Just like in your dream, you could feel the warmth of his breaths against your skin, you basked in it. He invaded your senses. His scent made you woozier along with the alcohol you consumed, he smelled of hints of beer and Bleu de Chanel. His body heat radiated off of him and onto you, engulfing you like a glove. His blue eyes were all that you could see as his half-lidded eyes looked down at you. If you were sober then you’d be questioning how he was able to tempt you like this. You’d do whatever he wanted of you if he asked. And, he liked it that way.

“Hey, baby.” Baby? Did he know who he was talking to? “Hi, Rafe.” He fucking loved the way you said his name, he could feel his cock starting to stir in his pants. “My sister ditch you for that little bitch, John B. huh?” He was sweaty and breathing so heavily. It made you wonder what had him like this. But, you nodded and continued to look into his eyes. “You want me to take you upstairs to keep you company?” His fingers were caressing your thigh at this point. His touch burned you but you liked it. That didn’t sound like such a bad idea. “Yeah,” you whispered to him. He helped you off of the counter and held your hand, pulling you upstairs to his bedroom. He absolutely had no intentions of talking, unless it was to talk you right out of this little dress you were wearing that made his dick jump in his shorts.

Once you were in the quietness of his bedroom, he locked the door behind him. He sat closely next to you on his bed. He eyed your body, focusing on the plushness of your tits that spilled out of your dress. And, your thighs that looked so soft, it made him want to mark them up. Fuck, he had to have you. It made you nervous being under his gaze for this long and this closely. He usually never paid you any attention and now, suddenly, it was all on you. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he started. He stared at you intently, practically moving you on top of him. You were hot all over. “Thank you,” you sounded more confused than pleased but Rafe could sense your nervousness and it was turning him on more than he thought was possible.

His fingers played with your inner thighs, softly drawing circles on them. “You know it’s funny. Sarah would be so pissed if she saw us right now.” You were breathless. And drunk. And so fucking close to him. And, there’s a little voice in the back of your head that’s begging you to get ahold of yourself and go home! But, you had to see this out. Maybe, you’d been praying and pleading with God to allow something like this to happen. Maybe, you’d let Rafe do whatever he wanted to you tonight. Maybe, you were willing to be Eve and let Rafe be the serpent that tempts you.

“Why?” He chuckled and shook his head. You were just a dumb little girl after all. He couldn’t wait until you were his. He’d teach you. And, mold you into his perfect woman. His pretty, pliant princess. “Because she wouldn’t want her brother and her best friend fucking each other. Not if it’s me and not if it’s you.” Everyone and their mother knew you were too good for anyone, especially Rafe. He may have been everyone’s favorite boy but they knew he had a temper on him.

“You wanna fuck me?” Were you in heaven? Like actually? You knew what ‘fucking’ meant but not exactly how to do it. But, that didn’t mean it wasn’t making you incredibly wet to know that it was what he wanted to do with you. You looked at him with wide eyes. He nodded before pressing his lips to your neck, kissing and sucking at your pulse point. “I can’t stop thinking about how that pussy would feel wrapped around my cock, mama.” His fingers were now grazing the poor excuse for underwear that you were wearing. Sarah made you buy some thongs because something about panty lines not being attractive or whatever.

You opened your legs wider for him, which made him groan into your neck. He pulled your panties to the side and was immediately met with your wetness. He softly rubbed your clit, your slick making it easy for his fingers to glide across it, quickly bringing you to orgasm. It happened too quickly for you to provide a proper warning but Rafe wasn’t complaining as he watched you come undone in his lap. Your thighs still shook around his wrist while you came down from your high.

“That was so hot, baby.” He pecked your lips once, then twice. “I’ve never done that before,” you mumbled. You were beyond embarrassed to admit that. But, Rafe managed to calm you down by stroking your arm. “Not even on your own?” You shook your head. You heard Sarah and Kie talk about cumming and how it felt but you could only imagine. You almost did try pleasuring yourself once, but you were already so scared. Your parents were supposed to be out and all was good until you heard your mom calling for you and you never tried again.

Rafe was having such a hard time trying not to rip your clothes off and fuck you beyond repair. So pretty and so untouched. He didn’t care if it was obsessive or predatory, you were going to be his. He was going to make sure of it. “Do you wanna do it again, babe?” After you gave him a yes, he wasted no time in getting both of your clothes off. Rafe couldn’t believe you were letting him do this. He didn’t believe in God and all of that shit but he was silently thanking whoever there was for this moment that he could only dream of. He thought with you being the pastor’s daughter, that you’d at least make him wait. But, you were just as wanting as he was. Or, you were proper drunk. But, that’s not what matters.

Rafe paused before reattaching himself to your body, his eyes looked over it. Admiring it. Was he in love with you? He could picture his life with you. You’d give him a handsome son and a beautiful daughter. And, even after you’ve aged and had kids, you’d still be his beautiful, loyal fucking housewife. Oh, shit. He had to be in love with you. He hadn’t even stuck his dick in you yet and he’s daydreaming about giving you his kids, what the fuck. He’d never felt this fucking giddy about a girl until you. You made him feel like a little schoolgirl with a crush or some shit. It was unnerving. But, right now he was going to make you see God on his cock, and feelings will come later.

He leaned over, scattering kisses around your body. “You’re so beautiful, baby. The most beautiful I’ve ever seen.” And he meant it this time. As his lips enclosed themselves around your nipple, teeth grazing them, he moaned. “So fucking beautiful, princess.” He was moaning like a slut above you and you were still a virgin in his bed. He was screwed. However, he didn’t see the effect all of this had on you. Your hips were twitching uncontrollably because of the proximity and of him and his words and his actions. You were begging for something, you didn’t know what. But, you were so fucking desperate for Rafe, you couldn’t bear it. You felt tears sliding down the sides of your face, Rafe noticed in his daze which made him stutter a bit. Were you crying?

“Are you…fucking crying? Baby?” His hands caressed your cheeks but his tone was mocking you. And, you liked it. You nodded shyly. He scoffed and smirked, kissing your head. “Why are you crying, hm?” You were too afraid to say that it was because you were inexperienced. And, your inability to do what you wanted was making you frustrated. Rafe looked at you expectantly, even nudging your cheek a bit. You sighed, “I can’t say what I want you to do to me because I can’t articulate it well enough. Rafe, I don’t know what any of this is or how I’m feeling and I need you to-” You stopped yourself. You couldn’t say it. Your one piece of dignity wouldn’t allow you to. “You need me to teach you, baby? You want Daddy to show you how to make yourself feel good when he can’t help you?” It felt like the fucking wind had been knocked out of you as he spoke.

“W-what?” Your eyes were wide. No one had ever spoken to you this way. And, you think you’d be quite disgusted if it were anyone else. But, Rafe was making you leave a puddle on his damn sheets. He situated himself between your legs so that his cock lay flat against your clit. He pushed his hips into you, which caused you to shiver. “I said, do you need me to show you what it feels like to lose your mind?” His hips never stopped moving. And, you never stopped moaning. What the hell was happening? You didn’t know, but you didn’t want it to stop. You were begging God to not let it stop, you didn’t care about any of it at this moment. Not what your family would think if they knew what a little whore you were being for this white boy. And, you didn’t care if you were going to hell, because as long as you had Rafe with you, no place would be as bad. As Rafe humped you into a senseless, babbling mess, your last comprehensive thought was that you now belonged to Rafe Cameron. He was yours as you were his and nothing would be able to change that. You didn’t know what voodoo magic Rafe had coursing through him but you knew you’d never be separated, till death do you part.

His hips stopped when he realized he hadn’t gotten a response. “I can’t hear you, pretty girl. You listening?” You whined at the loss of friction but answered. “Yes, baby. I need you to teach me. Please just fuckin teach me, Rafe.” You didn’t know that you just signed your deal with the devil. When Rafe said teach you, he really meant teach you.

~Now, dearest reader, I beg you let your imagination run wild with that last one.~

That was enough of a confirmation for Rafe as his hips resumed their movement. You were feeling the same things as you did when you were alone but more intense. Your tummy twisted with pleasure as your legs clasped tightly around Rafe's slutty, little waist. Your nails raked across his back harshly, but he didn’t mind. Your legs began to shake and you were panting now. You couldn’t describe this feeling, but you trusted Rafe. If he felt nothing was wrong then you allowed yourself to truly embrace it. He looked down at you, kissing you all over your face. “Come on, baby, you can do it. Give me what I want, can you do that? You gonna make a mess of me?”

You were blinded by white, hot pleasure. Rafe watched as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, he could feel the wet spawning of your pussy against him. You were fucking majestic. He wanted to watch you cum over and over again, that was his goal tonight. You felt yourself grow tired as you came down from your high. Rafe planted kisses all over your face again, “you did so good, baby.” You hummed in acknowledgment, beginning to fall asleep. But, Rafe tapped your cheek rather harshly. “What are ya doing, huh? You thought we were done?” You whined. Your half-lidded eyes stared up at Rafe. “But, Rafey, I’m so tired.” He manhandled you onto your back again, hiking your leg around his waist as he began to line himself up with your entrance.

“That’s not my problem, baby. I didn’t get to cum and you did twice. That’s not fair, princess. Don’t you want Daddy to feel good too?” You nodded, sleepily. “Good girl. Just let me fuck you, and then you can go to sleep, alright?” He didn’t wait for an answer as he pushed himself into you, bottoming out. He didn’t bother checking up on you as he was fucking for his pleasure now. He moaned at the feeling of your tight cunt squeezing his cock, already trying to milk him for everything he’s got.

“Fuck, you feel so good, baby.” He hadn’t felt anyone as tight as you since he first fucked a girl. He began thrusting inside of you, causing the both of you to moan. You were half asleep while he pounded your shit. The room was filled with the sounds of skin slapping, and wet pussy, and heavy groans and soft moans. It was purely pornographic. If only God could see you now. If only your father and mother could see you now.

The brutal fucking Rafe was giving you was fast and hard, but he was hitting that sweet spot so deliciously. You were clenching uncontrollably around him as you began squirting around him. When Rafe realized, he cursed under his breath. His hips stuttered as he watched the sight below him. When Rafe saw the tears streaming down your face again, it had him spilling inside of you. Mixtures of curses and groans left him as he came.

His head was in the crop of your neck while you played with his hair. You began to fall asleep again, feeling content just like this. Despite the mess you were laying in. But, Rafe began to move his hips again. Slowly this time. “Rafe, you said-“ “sh shh, baby, just go to sleep. Don’t worry about this.”

#x black reader #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron angst #rafe cameron #rafe cameron imagine #dark rafe cameron #rafe cameron smut

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milliesaxe · 27 days

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blitz saying he does NOT want to fuck after ozzie’s might be my favorite blitz moment in the whole show because this is a man whose relationship with sex is… kind of a mess.

he uses it as currency a lot, which could, in theory, be fine, except he’s been shown to be terrible at casual and transactional sex? some of his greatest hits feature him self-destructing at bee’s party, fucking chaz as an emotional replacement for heartfelt communication and closeness to m&m (and he looks frankly terrible and disconnected right after), or agreeing to sleep with stolas for access to the grimoire. and we all know blitz and stolas are idiots who become emotionally compromised by each other almost immediately after a single night of sex.

the most successful of these ventures (trying to get the bouncer at ozzie’s to let him in or playing along with striker’s seduction in the harvest moon festival) never actually move past flirting and into sex.

blitz thinks of sex as a ‘safe’ thing in comparison to emotional vulnerability. it’s something he’s good at the way he’s good at shooting guns. because of this, he turns every single non-familial relationship in his life towards sex. he can hug fizz after they make up but right on the heels of that he’s breaking the moment with ‘can we make out right now?’ it takes a drug induced nightmare trip before he can talk to moxxie about how much he appreciates him… wouldn’t it be so much easier to just be a voyeur of m&m’s sex life?

isn’t that closeness if he pretends hard enough, the kind of closeness that comes without all the awfulness being vulnerable with another person could potentially bring?

reaching his breaking point—which he wouldn’t have without the ghosts of relationships’ past (fizz, verosika) coming out of the woodwork to slam him and this being witnessed by stolas (current non-relationship relationship)—is him being unable to hold the defensive shell he carries around himself one iota longer. Dropping it means being able to look someone he cares about in the eye and saying ‘sex is not enough on its own for me. sex, in this way, might actually be damaging for me.’

not necessarily pertinent to the point of this post, but: the someone he tells this to listens. there is a positive outcome for blitz when he does engage in the act of emotional vulnerability that he’s been so successful in avoiding with, well, sex. it’s also very clear that stolas understands him better after he opens up this way.

#helluva boss #blitzø

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minzxv · 5 months

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Cheesy rivals

. Experiencing rivals to lovers with Spinel and Amethio, Romance

First 2 character ask, I love you vamp anon Amethio's was longer I am guilty of being an Amethio lover(not in a weird way he just is so cool) - 🦇

Warning : Cheesy, Spinel may be out of character

Spinel

Rivals - Spinel was so annoyed when he almost got the pendant by manipulating Liko with his Pokemon then you appear and start acting loke superman, breaking Liko from the hyonosis was his last straw where he just started spamming moves on you and your pokemon. He didn't even care about Liko at this point he was just doing this because he's petty.

Softening up - Spinel stopped hating you which is good, but did you stop hating Spinel? We don't know, he started becoming less mean and snarky to you, always tells his Pokémon to hit the other RVT members. Even his Umbreon started liking you

Liking you - He was shocked himself, like how would he the most greatest and best person in the Explorers fall inlove with a weakling like you who is part of that annoying brats group but it happened so...

Lovers - Spinel becomes a total different person no forced snarky look, but he's smug about it. Like when you start scolding him for attacking Liko he's like "You wanna kiss me so bad it's funny"

Amethio

Rivals - Amethio is a different stories he also hated your guts, but he never hid the fact that he did. Amethio was bold and made it CRYSTAL CLEAR that he hated you more than you hated him. To him you're just another nuisance to him from his success, especially from that pendant.

He secretly becomes more competitive like purposely aiming at you in a battle with Friede

Softening up - nothing noticeable really changed about Amethio he is still cold dull Amethio. What did change a little is his gaze this may sound cheesy, but his gaze becomes softer when you're around, like when he's stalking the airship and randomly finds you walking alone with your pokemon his gaze can't help but soften. Until Konia and Zir said "Boss you alright?" He starts acting professional again.

Liking you - He knew it, but he would never admit it. Amethio is stubborn and thinks things like that are unimportant, so he put his feelings aside and just treated you like a normal Explorers member. It failed after 6 months, but he still didn't have the boldness to do that. You confessed first.

Lovers - Amethio is still quiet and closed nothing changes, nobody noticed anything your top excuses to go walk with him is "I'm gonna go adventure for a while" . In private he's less cold, and treats you like an actual partner instead of just being "A RVT MEMBER" he's not a fan of PDA like Spinel, maybe someday he will be comfortable with that. Amethio is a busy bee, and his old rival being his lover is one of the things he can't process yet.

#amethio #amethio x reader #pokemon horizon #pokemon horizons #pokemon horizons x reader #amethio pokemon horizon #pokemon horizon x reader #amethio pokemon #spinel pokemon #Spinel pokemon horizons

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mugenfinder · 2 years

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Demonstrating Jerma by Brergrsart Brergrsart's is known for creating goofy, high-quality characters, but he also tends to make them overpowered. Jerma is an all-rounder character that can pressure the opponent from afar, rushdown, and counter if needed. He has a big moveset with a lot of moves capable of launching (Velociraptor Pounce, The Sandman) and/or hitting on the ground (Fireman, Greatest Clown Car on Earth) in addition to solid damage that doesn't seem to scale. Aerial T-Pose Tornado keeps his momentum and knocks the opponent into the air so they can be hit with another launcher or hit with a multi-hitting move like Coffee, Cheetos, Chicken or Bee Takevoer

He can wear down an opponent pretty easily if they don't have any quick recovery options. You're not safe from him when you're down and especially not in the air.

#Vargverse #Jerma985 #m.u.g.e.n #Mugen Game #last one for my Jerma posts

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lonelydncers · 20 days

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my love, take care of yourself

welcome to my garden! i'm niko/bee (22). owner of goose coven. lover of cats. aroace, lesbian, autistic, jewish and brazilian.

main interests: sabrina carpenter, maisie peters, conan gray, spiderverse, taylor swift, reneé rapp and fletcher.

prev urls: longlivestv, emailsicntsend, thegoosewitch, bleh-blah-blee, bleechella, lonelydncers

byf: i rarely ever tag things, so be careful with triggering content and spoilers of any kind.

dnf: 15 years old or younger. h*rry p*tter fans. gaylors.

some people i love:

the absolute love of my life: @katesprydes

my beloved wives: @katesprydes @its-tortle @arobarbie @faintedlcve @imperpetuallylost @loserdiaz @whatacharmingsaturday

my favorite sewer rats: @a-beautiful-fool @theladyinwhite13 @alltheliars @octoberconstellation @loveyouanyway

my lovely mutuals: @weeping-in-the-willows @florencewellch @all-l-wanna-do @dearreader @eyesopentv @melodramuh @waolom @allamericansbitch @queerbuckleys @soulsofthecity

some of my tags:

my greatest hits: bee dot txt

moodboards n artsy stuff: *mine

eras tour weekend tag: bee goes to eras!

#intro post

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biowho · 9 months

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#mass effect #mass effect trilogy #mass effect 3 #mass effect memes #shoutout to my ME playlist that has all the tracks in it but this one #listen I hear that piano and I’m GONE #bee’s greatest hits

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tboygareth · 1 year

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wip wednesday snippet from ch2 of greatest hits

ch2 coming to ao3 this upcoming saturday

“Hey,” Steve says. He’s laying on his side, facing Eddie, his cheek smushed against the pillow as he looks at him. Eddie looks back, feeling a little like he’s drowning; Steve’s face is in shadow, his hair haloed by the lamplight behind him. “On a scale of one to ten, how weird was it?”

Eddie sighs. So they’re really doing this. Talking about it.

“I dunno, man, it was…” Thrilling. Humiliating. Insanely hot.

“Kinda hot, right?”

Hold on. Kinda what?

“Steve -”

“You were into it.”

“Are you making fun of me right now?”

“No,” Steve says with a laugh. “C’mon, man. You were into it. I was into it. It’s only gay if you make it gay.”

“Yeah, I think me being gay kinda makes it gay, Harrington.”

There. He said it. It’s out there now.

“Oh,” Steve breathes.

“Yeah. Oh.”

“I mean. You know I don’t - you know I’m totally cool with that. Because, like. Robin.”

“This is a little different.”

“Sure, but…” Steve isn’t looking at him. “Not necessarily in a bad way.”

“Listen, I can go sleep downstairs. If you want, like, some space or whatever.”

“Don’t be stupid. I told you. It doesn’t matter.”

“Not even after…?”

Steve smiles. He finally looks up at Eddie, turning over onto his back and curling an arm behind his head to see him better.

“Nah. Makes more sense now, though. Why you were so into it.”

“Now you are making fun of me.”

“I’m not, I swear.” Steve smiles at him again, but this time the energy behind it is different. It makes Eddie’s heart race, makes him want to run. “We could always… do it again.”

They shouldn’t. Eddie really should put a stop to this, if for no other reason than to save his own fucking sanity. He half lost his mind the last time, and this time, if they do it again, it will be with the knowledge that Eddie is doing it because he likes it. There’s no way this is normal, just something that guys do.

Eddie remembers, vaguely, the time he and Gareth found Gareth’s dad’s stash of Playboys; it’s been years ago now, when they were still in middle school. They’d been just a couple of boys in the throes of puberty and Eddie had still been trying to parse out exactly who he was. That had never progressed any further than uncomfortable giggles about boobs and bush.

That had been nothing like this.

“This is a terrible idea.”

Eddie doesn’t put a stop to it. He doesn't say no. He doesn’t tell Steve, I don’t want to be your experiment, because it’s a lie. He doesn’t say, I won’t be able to keep this platonic, because it’s true.

Steve reaches behind himself to click off the lamp, and they are plunged into darkness.

Eddie can’t help but think he would be taking advantage of Steve if he gives in to this. Steve should think about it, he should examine why he enjoys masturbating with other guys. They shouldn’t do this, not when Eddie has more skin in the game than Steve does. The mattress moves a little as Steve shifts on the bed. It’s so fucking quiet in here Eddie wonders if Steve can hear the way his heart is pounding, the way his breathing has quickened.

“Eddie?”

“Hmm?”

“What’s it like?”

“What’s… what, like?”

Hesitation for a moment, and then, “Guys. Y’know… sex…”

Eddie scoffs, rolling his eyes at himself in the darkness. “I wouldn’t know. I, uh, I haven’t actually gotten the chance.”

It’s silent for a while, and Eddie is just beginning to think maybe Steve won’t try and goad him into this.

“Well, how would it, uh…” Steve trails off here, like he’s unsure of what he’s trying to ask.

Eddie puts on his most teasing, suggestive tone and asks, “Do you want me to explain the mechanics of gay sex to you, Harrington? Should I go into detail?”

“Oh, Jesus Christ.” It comes out a little muffled, like Steve’s got his face covered. Eddie laughs a little. It’s nice hearing him squirm. Feels kinda... powerful. “How did you learn if you’ve never done it?”

“Books, skin mags. The ancient Greeks did it all the time, apparently. They fucked so much there’s like, paintings on pottery and shit.”

“No shit?”

“No shit. The how is common sense if you think about it. Straight people do butt stuff all the time.”

“Oh, my god,” Steve says. He sounds flustered.

“You asked!”

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queers-gambit · 2 years

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Make a Grown Man Cry

prompt: ( requested ) she's Queen Bee and everyone knows not to fuck with her unless they wanted a bruised ego - or bruised cheekbone when Billy finds out.

pairing: Billy Hargrove x female!reader

fandom masterlist: Stranger Things

note: not the greatest but it's here!

word count: 3.6k [shorty! shorty! shorty!]

warnings: cursing, dickhead behavior, talk of deceased family member, insinuation to uneasy home life, um, Jason Carver (nuff said), underaged drinking, violence.

Billy Hargrove was afraid of very few things. His abrasive nature allows him to take everything in stride before allowing his instinct to take over, typically with his fists.

He didn't like wasps - but he wasn't afraid of them.

He wasn't a fan of snakes - but he dealt with it.

He refused to fly to Indiana and wanted to drive - but he wasn't scared of airplanes. Just... Didn't trust that man should be in the air. He figured if God wanted him to fly, He would've given him wings.

What did scare him (besides his father, Neil) was his girlfriend when she was angry. Not in a way that insinuates toxic behavior, but in the way where he absolutely did all he could to never be on her bad side because her bark and bite were equally bad. When she was angry, Billy was shying away from her with his hands held in defense, doing what he could to defuse the situation - and when her anger was directed at him, it hit him dead center in the chest.

What scared him even more was witnessing his woman upset. One of the first things he admired about her was her "no bullshit" attitude, and her ability to shoot down any kind of confrontation without so much as a wobble to her tone. It took a lot to chip at her, and Billy was the one to hold her and wipe her frustrated tears on those nights’ life becomes overwhelming.

She hid behind a mask of anger, similar to him; and she did it out of defense. In her younger days, her mother became deathly ill, leaving his girl to the hands of her absent father, and apparently it made her the subject of harsh bullying which resulted in her reinventing herself come high school.

When Billy rolled into town, he was the only one to melt her icy exterior, tear down her walls brick by brick, and allow her soul to open to him. He took it to heart because he saw so many similarities between them; empathy a feeling he was unaccustomed to, and yet, he felt flooding his mind and heart. She needed him, and he needed her; two lost souls just looking for something real to hold onto.

Billy hated Hawkins, until he met her. The real her - not the Mean Girl persona she used to deflect actual emotion.

She was stubborn and rude and abrasive and barely let him get a word in when he tried to approach her. She was icy, she was harsh, she was something akin to a storm - making her unpredictable and wild. He pursued her for months before she finally let him get a full conversation between them, and then, it was a slow-going process to ask her out.

But Billy was willing to take any speed - even if it was a baby step. She was apprehensive and it made her defensive; often sneering words she possibly didn't mean and pushing people away. Her "friends" were very similar to Billy's, where they were closer to leeches and just fed off their popularity because they were more afraid of them than anything.

She shut him out when things got bad, but Billy was always there with a sledgehammer to bully her defenses down. He was willing to sit there with a chisel, if that's what it took, because Billy was fucking enraptured with his woman. Under that icy exterior was an incredible woman who was intelligent, funny, caring, and who had a whole fucking life plan - starting the day they graduated.

After Billy confessed his love, her plan started to alter; flexible to accommodate his presence in her life now. It made him feel supported and loved, like there was something to look forward to past this shitty town that he only came to tolerate because of her.

Not to mention his woman got along almost too well with Max. Both had similar humor and would often poke fun at each other before Billy was basically begging his sister to leave him time alone with his lady. It was calm when it was just them, being part of the reason he hated upsetting her. It took a lot to really set her off but when it happens, Billy's wishing he could take cover.

It's part of the reason he does what he can to not tip that scale, leading to a dramatic change in his communication. However, that doesn't mean it doesn't happen - and only a handful of times has it been at school.

Billy's never felt embarrassment until he's eyeing his girlfriend at her locker and letting slip, "You know, your skirt's real short. If you wanted my attention, doll, just had to say that."

She throws him a glare, "What was that?"

"Your skirt's too short, sweetheart," he'll gulp a little. "Showin' everyone your skin - c'mon now." He can't help but scoff a little because truth was, he was feeling defensive and jealous. He loved your fashion, but you liked pushing boundaries, and some days more skin was shown; making him feel like everyone can see what's only meant for him.

The locker slams, "You wanna try that again?"

He shifts on his feet and sighs, "I can take you home really quick - "

"Let me make this 110% clear to you," she snips, a few peers in the hallways pausing their steps to watch, "the way I dress has nothing to do with you, and you get no fucking unsolicited opinion on whatever I put on my body. Or how I choose to show it. If you have a problem with that, maybe you need to go date some other bitch - maybe one that's a prude. Hmm?"

"Baby, I only meant - "

"I know what you meant," she snaps. "And I appreciate whatever sentiment was behind it. However, my skirt still meets the tips of my fingers, so, by all means, it's not too short."

Truth was, she was already having a hard day and after 4th period, she was feeling more insecure in her outfit and body. Yeah, she pushed envelopes and liked to use fashion as expression, but that didn't mean she was always feeling 100% confident, all the time. She was tired that day, and Billy's comment sent her careening over the edge of annoyance.

It wasn't even that bad of a comment, but she still wasn't in the mood.

After the last word, she'll roll her neck out and sigh. "I'm sorry," she mutters, aware of the eyes still on them. "Just been a long day."

"It's okay, baby," he nods, "I'm sorry, too," he's still nervous as she nods in return.

"Walk me to class?"

"Course," he takes her books in his hands and she turns to head off down the hall.

The kids crowding the hallway, interested to watch their Queen Bee and King of Hawkins fight, parted with disappointment to let the two stride between them. Billy kept a step behind her until swallowing his nerves and letting his hand slide into hers, sighing in relief when her arm wraps around his waist. His arm will then sling around her neck, and he won't mention the length of her skirt again.

Together, they ruled the school during their senior year. Billy was an all-star basketball player, and you the head cheerleader; perfectly filling stereotypes that left other students apprehensive to cross either of you. Again - this doesn't mean it doesn't happen.

Maybe you and Billy are at a party that weekend, and the drinks are flowing steadily. You're not necessarily in a bad mood but you're tired, and after watching your classmates make fools of themselves, you were annoyed being at Benny's [abandoned] Diner. Billy was content hanging with a few of his basketball teammates while you leaned on a wall, content to people watch until Billy was ready to go - when Jason Carver saddles up beside you.

You look him up and down, "You lost, boy?"

He sighed with his back flat to the wall, left leg bent to keep his foot up. "Nope, right where I wanna be," Carver spoke smoothly, taking a drink from his solo cup. "You looked like you could use some company."

Your eyes rolled, "Not from the likes of you."

"C'mon, why the long face? It's a party, you should lighten up." There came a beat as you were resigned to ignoring him, sipping your drink, when he spoke again, "Swear since your Mom died, you've just turned into a stuck up bitch who thinks she's too good for this town." You choked lightly on your drink and snapped your head over, but Jason kept going, "Seriously, this whole bullshit attitude you've got is getting old - and I don't think your Mom would be very proud of this," he gestured at your body.

Your throat dried because it'd been years - like literal years - since anyone had ever dared mention your Mother to you. "You better shut your fucking mouth, Carver," You grit between clenched teeth, cup slightly shaking in your hand as tears collected unconsciously. "I'm not kidding - "

"Why? You afraid to confront the truth?" he taunted - and you briefly wondered if he was doing this because you shot him down time and again since high school started... And not every rejection was nice or private, which could've resulted in this stomach-churning revenge ploy. "Your Mom died, and you became a total bitch. You're miserable to be around and, look, I'm sorry to be the one to tell you this, but there's not an ounce of respect you deserve. Yeah, your Mommy died - but seriously? Grow up," he sneered, your chest tight and panic swelling to a new height. "You're not the only person to have hardships, but you don't see them fucking terrorizing others."

"The fuck are you - terrorizing?" You spat. "I don't interact with any of you shit-for-brains dickheads, so, pray tell how I'm terrorizing people? I mind my business, it's you stupid motherfuckers that wanna instigate me and force this bad side - and talking about my Mother is a surefire way to get there!"

Jason chuckled dryly, "Whatever you gotta tell yourself, princess, but just know - this is a tired and played out show. Nobody's been willing to confront you, but I'm glad to do it. You need to be knocked down several pegs."

"Are you really so butt-hurt I didn't want to date you that you're resorting to dirty wordplay by bringing up my dead Mama?" You snapped.

He chuckled when tears overflowed, "I see I did what was necessary. You're too big for your britches, time to grow up and make room."

Jason pushed off the wall and easily strode away after a solid 6 seconds of stunned silence from you. Your heart was broken once again in your chest, making you slam your drink to a counter and instantly search for Billy. Your world was closing around you and panic made your blood sing, legs wobbling some as your tearful eyes desperately tried to find your boyfriend.

Your name was called softly, head snapping over to look at Chrissy Cunningham - who offered you a concerned look. "I-I saw Jason talking to you and knew it couldn't be good... He's got a real thorn in his side from you, and I knew him drinking might make him abrasive."

"Yeah, you could say that," you sniffled, wiping your cheeks while still looking for Billy.

"I-I'm sorry for whatever he said, it's obviously upset you," she frowned, fingers twisting together in front of her nervously.

"Look, I appreciate that, but I'm trying to find Billy. Please, Chrissy, can you just - can you please just help me find him?"

Once upon a time, you and Christina Cunningham used to be best friends, but once middle school hit and devastation wrecked your world, you shut her out, too.

You've barely spoken to one another in the years since but only had to due to the fact you're both on the cheer team. And now, your old friend was nodding rapidly in agreement and offering her arm, clasping her hand over yours when you accepted. Chrissy kept you close as you both strained to look around partygoers before she was patting your hand and then pointing, "There!"

Billy was seen against a back wall, laughing with a few guys around him, each with a beer in their hands. "Thanks, Chrissy," you breathed.

"Are you okay?"

"I just need to talk to Billy," you nodded, tears surfacing again as Jason's hateful words echoed in your mind.

"W-What'd he say to you?" she worried, preventing you from untangling your arms.

"He, um... He brought up my Mom..."

"Oh, hell no," Chrissy - a sweet girl who never cursed - swore under her breath before stomping towards Billy and toting you behind her.

He caught sight of the petite strawberry blonde before you, brows furrowed in confusion as he lifted a cigarette to his lips. When his eyes lifted to yours, he perked up slightly and opened his arm for you before confusion morphed his expression.

"The hell's going on?" he demanded, looking between you two cheerleaders while tugging you into his side. "Hmm?" He directed at you, keeping his cigarette balanced to pinch your jaw and tilt your head up. "You crying? What's going on, doll?" Your head shook slightly, glancing at the other guys around. Billy understood instantly and lifted his heated gaze to them, "Beat it."

When the guys scurried away, Chrissy was telling Billy, "Jason confronted her and said shit about her Mom."

"Carver did what?" Billy breathed, looking down at you. Your quivering lip was indication enough but when your head nodded, oh, Billy saw fucking red. "All right, hey," he nodded at you, "I'm gonna be right back, but why don't you go get in my car, hmm?"

He paused to fish his car keys from his jean pocket and handed them over. "No," you whispered, "wait, where are you going?"

"I'm handling Carver," he nodded. "I know you better than anyone, and I know you didn't just stand there and let him say shit. So, no more words, we're using fists now."

"Baby, don't - "

"Nobody gets to talk to you, especially about your Mother, do you hear me? Fucking nobody, baby, and if they ever assume to, I'm here to knock them the fuck out. Okay? So, you go sit in my car - uh, Chrissy, it's Chrissy, right?" My friend nodded. "You need a ride?"

"Sure," Chrissy accepted.

"Cool, so," he looked back at you, "you go with your friend and wait in the car, and I'll be there after I deal with Carver."

"Who's gonna stop you from killing him?"

"Who could stop me?"

"Don't make me visit you in jail, please," you whined.

"All right," he sighed, "only for that reason. Get to the car."

Billy leaned down to kiss you gently, a complete contradiction to the anger coursing through his veins. But he knew you were upset enough and just wanted you to feel loved and supported - so, he kissed you gently and tried to convey how sorry he was. Sorry you had to deal with this. Sorry you were alone when this happened. Sorry someone felt the audacity to say anything about your passed, beloved mother.

Billy pulled back and smiled lightly, nodding at Chrissy before pushing past you both to bully his way through the thick crowd of teenagers. However, you and Chrissy didn't head for the car; no, you just turned to follow him with your hands clasped together.

Billy found Jason as if he had a fucking GPS on the boy. When his eyes found blonde hair and letterman jacket, Billy was yelling, "CARVER!"

Instantly, people flinched away and parted a pathway for Billy to charge right up to Jason; shoulders squared, and chest puffed out. You and Chris came to a sneaker-squeaking halt when Billy was within range, and instantly swung on Jason, hitting him square in the cheekbone and sending the younger boy to the floor. The crowd oooh-ed in shock and reeled back - even Jason's cronies shying a step or four backwards. Billy fell to his knees over Jason's body, much like he'd done to Steve Harrington months ago; fists of fury unleashed without restrain.

His arms flexed under sweat-riddled skin, religious pendant around his neck swinging against his bare chest, curls jostling from his fast and fierce movements; teeth bared and snarling at every impact fist made to face.

"Think it's okay to talk about someone's parents like that?" Billy growled, pounding into Jason's face. "Huh? You think that shit's cool? Talkin' shit about the dead?"

"Billy!"

"Holy shit!"

"DUDE!"

"He's gonna kill him!"

"Shit," you hissed and moved behind Billy, grabbing his arm when it cocked back. "Baby! Baby, no, no, no, no, stop. Okay? You made your point," you panted, trying to keep hold on the muscly boy. But Billy's fist got free one more time to crack Jason's nose before letting you pull him back.

"I ever hear you sayin' shit to my girl, again, Carver, will be the last time you got a functional jaw!" Billy seethed, Chrissy stepping up to help corral Billy back. "Hear me, Carver? Say shit to my girl again, you're dead! Lemme hear you say shit about her Mom! I'll fucking kill you!"

"Billy," you worried, shoving his stomach a few times, and getting him to move. "Jesus, you could've killed him."

"Still thinkin' about it," he growled, glaring at anyone who dared look at us as Chrissy had to jog a few steps to keep up.

It was harder than necessary to get Billy outside after he wanted to go back and really fuck Jason's face up. He did more than substantial damage and you would honestly be surprised if he didn't end up in the hospital, knowing Billy's anger fueled nothing but toned, lean muscle. However, when Billy was finally outside, he was plucking his keys from your hands and opening the passenger door.

While Chrissy crawled in the back, you were examining his bloodied knuckles. "Baby," you whispered.

"Hey," he picked your chin up instantly, "I'd do anything for you, okay? And I know you're strong, but sometimes you don't have to be. You come to me; you hear me? You come to me for anything. Okay?"

You nodded, "Okay."

"Good," he whispered, letting his thumb drag up and down the skin of my cheek. "I love you, baby, and I'm so sorry you had to deal with that shit."

Tears swelled in your eyes as you whispered, "I know I'm a bitch, but I swear it was unprovoked. I didn't even see him until he was next to me."

He nodded, "I figured as much. As long as I've known you, you're not the first to throw a punch, but you're the last. And when you can't, my pretty girl, I will - I'll throw as many punches as it takes."

"Takes for what?"

"To let everyone know that you're not to be fucked with," he purred, leaning in to peck my lips with a smirk.

"My hero," you whispered, pecking his lips again.

Billy got you in the car before loading himself in and asking Chrissy where to go. She shrugged and admitted she was supposed to stay the night at Tina's, so, Billy made an executive decision. He brought you guys to a corner store and watched as you and Chrissy got whatever snacks you wanted to aid with your alcohol-fueled cravings. Then, he took you all to your house because your Father was at his brother's house for the long weekend.

It spurred you and Chrissy into a giggling mess as you made up the living room for maximum cozy comfort. In front of the L-shaped couch, you piled all blankets and pillows you could find from around the house on the floor. Billy grabbed a 6-pack from the basement fridge (your Father's "beer fridge"), and found you girls in pajamas, a sappy movie on the living room TV, and the snacks all around you.

It was easy for Billy to drop beside you, leaning on a mountain of pillows so you could lean back into his warmth but still laugh and joke with Chrissy. He liked watching you relax, and the presence of your old friend really helped you come out of your defensive shell. His hand had been cleaned and lightly bandaged, your fingers fiddling with his as you kept his hand to your lap - smiling to himself as he listened to you two giggle away.

When Chrissy crashed, you were stretched out against Billy with the end of a movie casting a glow over you both. One of his arms was bent behind his head and the other curled around your waist to keep you close; fingers dragging lazily over your tee-shirt covered ribs.

"Thank you," you whispered, one leg dragging up to hook over his hips.

"For what, baby?"

"Defending me... Protecting me."

Billy smirked down at you, "I'd do anything for you, sweetheart. And nobody's allowed to make my girl cry - not even me."

You couldn't help but giggle under your breath, stretching your neck to let your lips press to the corner of his. You pecked once, twice, three times before his head turned to let you kiss him fully. He hummed lightly, lips turning up against yours; tightening the arm around you as the other drew to hold your cheek. "I love you," you whispered against his lips.

He hummed, pecking your lips again before tucking you into his neck, "Love you more, pretty girl."

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove x female reader #billy hargove imagine #billy stranger things #billy hargrove fanfiction #billy hargrove fic #stranger things #stranger things x reader #requests open

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trashhole · 8 months

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Starbee collection (and a little bit of ratchet)

Their shadows seem to have the right idea…

They’re having some time away from the kids to relax but…star doesn’t seem very relaxed (^^;)

(Edited because the tags looked awful) SKIP THIS IF YOU DONT CARE ABOUT TFE STARBEE!!!

On a side note I think bee and star would have opposing feelings on being in close proximity. I think star would take time to get used to it while bee wouldn’t think twice about being smooshed next to star. Bee is used to people and likes them for the most part (and most autobots are physically affectionate with eachother). I think in the beginning star would push away bumblebee like he did with twitch and it would take some time before he’s able to casually accept physical affection. Especially considering his history of having been kicked around and hated for centuries I’d think he’d have a hard time accepting physical affection. It’s a scary thing to accept for people who’s greatest memories of emotional physical contact are a punch to the face because what if you say something and they get mad and hit you? It takes a lot of trust which bumblebee and the terrans I think would eventually earn.

Post gesture drawing sketches (it’s meant to be quick!) and silly other things

A minimal line art ratchet icon. I don’t use it as an icon though because it doesn’t fit well (-_-;)

A car in a car?

I will probably start posting every 5 days if I can. School is making me ill (or the oil paint I probably accidentally consumed earlier but we’ll blame school).

#wow I love to make long posts for no reason #um anyway love starbee #so much actually #they make me not want to eat oil paint as much #yeah I drew tfp ratchet because his ear thingies are fun to draw #bumblebee adventures because he was too busy at the parade in cbv #transformers #maccadam #starscream #bumblebee #earthspark #tfe bumblebee #tfe starscream #earthspark starscream #earthspark bumblebee #ratchet #hanaes scrapheap

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onewingedsparrow · 6 months

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I gotta talk about one of my favorite details in RiD 🔥It's a moment that puts the story in storyboarding! While this is only one of many such moments throughout the show, this one is definitely more, ahem, in your face :) than some other, more subtle parallels. This moment is split between two scenes; the first in S2E2, "Overloaded, Part 1"; the second is the bookend partner to that, coming in S2E2, "Overloaded, Part 2." (Spoilers for S1 and S2 below, obviously) Also, I suppose I should warn that this is a long post, because I have many words about this :)

By the end of the first season, Bumblebee has proved himself the worthy leader Optimus always knew he could be. 'Bee has overcome Megatronus, saved the Allspark from merging with the Antispark (and thus, spared both Earth and Cybertron from imploding), and even found a catchphrase that fits his leading style! Yay! What a great way to end a season. After such a high point in his life, however, the writers know that to start the next season off, they need Bumblebee to face a particularly rough challenge. If he's going to keep growing as a character, as a leader, he can't always be riding the high of victory. He needs a new catalyst. Therefore, Season 2 starts off by throwing him a curveball: a Decepticon from his past, that once injured him severely in the war, infiltrates the scrapyard pretty much immediately after Optimus, Bumblebee's greatest support, has vanished through the ground bridge.

When this Decepticon, Overload, arrives, Bumblebee recognizes him instantly. His entire demeanor darkens with rage so suddenly that Grimlock and Strongarm can't help but notice.

The Bee Team will learn later on that Bumblebee has a personal score to settle with Overload, but for now, they can only watch as their normally levelheaded leader throws himself at Overload, fists flying. While hand to hand combat isn't unusual for Bumblebee, in this moment, it feels wrong for him to launch into that—given all the times prior where we've seen him first, coolly and calmly, take a step back to handle an active Decepticon threat. Not to mention, Bumblebee makes no move to brandish either his gun or his Decepticon Hunter; he just wants to punch this 'Con's lights out. Overload beat him up in the past, and he wants to return the favor. The first occasion where Bumblebee punches Overload, the perspective feels extremely familiar. The camera doesn't need to show off this particular view to show Bumblebee's anger, per se, but the makers of the show choose to position the camera like so. Clearly, the storyboard wishes for us to recall a scene we've seen before. It didn't take me long to think of it: the first time we see Bumblebee fighting in TFP! This screenshot on the right is from the very first episode, "Darkness Rising, Part 1." When Arcee needed backup against Eradicons, Bumblebee came and decked Steve right in the face. Bam. Look at those sparks flying! (I'll get to that later.)

What is most interesting to me about this moment in RiD as compared to the moment in TFP is: in RiD, Bumblebee should be exemplifying how he's gained valuable combat experience since his younger days. However, in TFP, when Bumblebee punched Steve, his motion was very precise, very direct. in RiD, when Bumblebee tries to punch Overload, his arms swing far looser, far wider than that.

It's a bit easier to see in motion, so if you're curious, I highly recommend watching the episodes yourself.

Notice how TFP Bumblebee, Scout Bumblebee, uses his left arm to map out his bullseye, preparing his right arm to swing in for a tightly controlled punch. He's aiming before he launches, whereas RiD Bumblebee, Warrior Bumblebee, mind you, isn't taking time to aim. He's just firing punches willy-nilly, because he's fragging mad. He doesn't care about accuracy; he cares about hitting Overload as hard as he can, as fast as he can. It's such a wonderful way to convey just how upset Bumblebee is regarding Overload; his battle style is reverting back to his rookie days. He's subconsciously slipping into bad habits because his hurt has taken the psychological wheel, and his emotions can't throttle back so long as that's driving him. Even if you're unfamiliar with the parallel scene from TFP, the animation of RiD makes it clear to the viewer's eye that something about Bumblebee's fighting style is off. And, if the big, sweeping motions perhaps aren't obvious enough to the viewer, Overload easily dodges or deflects most of Bumblebee's wild attacks, making it strikingly clear. In watching the RiD scene and the TFP scene side by side, you may also have noticed that the TFP punch is far more satisfying, because we get to hear the big metal KAPOW as Bumblebee clocks Steve's face. This sound effect, combined with the shower of slow motion sparks, invigorates the viewer because look at how cool Bumblebee is! Wow! What a spectacle! Epic!

With Overload, however, we receive no such hype. No sparks go flying, even when Bumblebee manages to land a hit, because we're not supposed to feel that this battle is going well. We're supposed to feel a little uncomfortable, like we can sense something is missing, something is wrong, because Bumblebee isn't at the top of his game, and he won't be, so long as he remains lost in his anger. Ah, but fortunately for our favorite Prime in Disguise, this isn't the end! Compare that first attack on Overload in the first episode to his final attack on Overload in the second episode!

By this point, Bumblebee has realized the folly of his mindless rage. He had to get a little beat up again to reach this realization, but he has come to accept that he doesn't need the payback of revenge to be satisfied with his victory over Overload. He knows he needs to move on from the hurt of the past, and simply do what he was called to Earth to do: capture rogue Decepticons. He just needs to get the job done. So he does! In the screenshot above, notice how his form is much more controlled this time around. No more wild, swinging, rookie punches. This punch is focused, tight, and aimed. This punch channels the Warrior experience he's gained over years of fighting. This punch is heading home. And it hits hard.

So hard, in fact, that sparks go flying. Slow motion sparks that feel quite familiar, almost as if they were meant to remind us of another equally satisfying visual moment. Hmm, I wonder what moment it could be? ;) All in all, I think these moments are beautifully set up and executed. The parallel to TFP isn't frame for frame in either RiD scene, but it doesn't need to be; both scenes are reminiscent enough that they trigger the audience's memory, strongly. As a final note, I would also like to point out that this episode ends on another glorious parallel between Bumblebee and Optimus ✨ When Optimus punches Polarclaw, the similarity is unmistakable.

To grow beyond his rookie mistakes and lingering bad habits, Bumblebee has to learn let go of the hurt of the past. Only then can he become an even better leader than he is already, further reflecting Optimus Prime as he always has. The Prime in Disguise still has a bit farther to grow as Season 2 takes off, but he's on the right track; and after this encounter with Overload, 'Bee is even more ready to rev up and roll out.

#sparrow nerds about transformers #rid appreciation post #prime in disguise bumblebee #rid #rid15 #robots in disguise #bumblebee #optimus prime #maccadam #long post #rid 'bee my beloved #parallels #storyboard study #i wonder how long i spent writing this lol but it was worth it. so worth it

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Listen up, my dudes! Today we're talking about the greatest, the champ, the legend - Muhammad Ali. Now, this man was known for a lot of things, but one of the most iconic was his famous quote: "Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee."

Now, you might be thinking, "What does that even mean, Yalla Papi?" Well, let me break it down for you. Ali was known for his quick footwork and agile movements in the ring - he could float like a butterfly, almost as if he was weightless. But when he delivered a punch, he hit hard and fast, like a bee's sting. He was a master of finesse and power, all rolled into one.

But let's not forget, Ali wasn't just a fighter - he was a man of conviction. He stood up for what he believed in, even if it meant sacrificing his career and reputation. When he refused to be drafted into the Vietnam War, he famously stated, "I ain't got no quarrel with them Vietcong." He knew that his principles were worth more than any accolade or championship belt.

So what can we learn from Ali? Well, for starters, don't be afraid to be a butterfly - light on your feet, nimble, and able to adapt to any situation. But when it's time to deliver a punch, don't hold back - sting like a bee and show the world what you're made of. And most importantly, stand up for what you believe in, even if it means going against the grain. Because at the end of the day, it's not about the wins or the losses - it's about the impact you make on the world.

Rest in peace, champ. Your legacy will live on forever.

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Bugs Bunny — Warmonger

His very name strikes fear into the hearts of the most hardened warrior. Crimson and gold tear through all in his path, unmatched in its strength, and unrelenting in its power and fury. Celestial Warrior, Warmonger, descends upon the battlefield.

Bugs Bunny was a household name that was revered amongst comedians in Acmeville, and beloved by many. And one wouldn’t be blamed for being awestruck by him—his easygoing trickster nature would draw one to him like bees, something his greatest rivals would begrudgingly admit. Get to know him personally, and he’s the best friend one could have. Draw his ire, and no force in nature will stop him from getting his revenge, however creative and absurd it may be.

Yes, Bugs Bunny was a household name. Keyword was.

The world’s most famous star was caught up in a freak explosion in Acmeville’s business district, of which his co-star, Daffy Duck, was the only survivor. Theories ran rampant and multiple searches were conducted, but all came back negative, and everyone in the world came to accept the worst as pure fact. The world mourned the death of Bugs Bunny while simultaneously blaming Daffy for the buck’s death, accusing him of foul play. And while justice is still being pursued, the world moved on as more chaotic incidents forced them to turn their attention elsewhere. Still, some of his most rabid fans believe that he was still alive, and that no mere explosion could kill him. They believe that he’s laying in low and pursuing the person who tried to kill him, as Bugs wasn’t one who would let an attempt on his life go unchallenged.

As Droop-a-Long Coyote would learn, those rabid fans had a few things right, and they got a few things wrong.

Bugs Bunny did, in fact, die that day—but the reasons for his death weren’t as cut and dry as people believed.

Bugs Bunny was, in fact, alive, having come back from death as a pure Celestial warrior. Revived by arcane arts that are beyond human comprehension, it resulted in one of the most powerful Celestials known to mankind, with an Imperium Crystal that craves blood. Though already feared for his creative methods of retaliation, his masterful use of one of the few complete relics in the world—Dáinsleif, which was sought by many—and his Astral Skill, Flare Stealer, makes him a menace. While Dáinsleif draws its power from the blood of the innocent, his Astral Skill gives him the ability to steal Imperium Mana directly from an Imperium Crystal, effectively draining their heart. This essentially makes him a vampire, for he needs the Imperium Crystals of the innocents to keep him alive.

And yes, he was pursuing the person who killed him…but his path to justice meant leaving a trail of blood in his wake, something that he never would have done in his earthly body.

Droop-a-Long Coyote would meet his childhood hero in the worst way possible, learning that the “Bugs Bunny” he grew up with now only existed in the past. The Bugs Bunny he grew up with never had a soulless look in his eyes. The Bugs Bunny he grew up with never wore such armor. The Bugs Bunny he grew up with never wielded a sword so magnificently terrifying it froze him in place. The Bugs Bunny he knew could give his adversaries a thrashing—but “thrashing” seemed too gentle of a word to describe what the buck did to Avenger I, to Titan, and even Reaper.

That became the least of his concerns as the being formerly known as Bugs Bunny turned upon him, arcane flames dancing across his shoulder to heal the hit that Droop-a-Long had, by dumb luck, inflicted on him. Emerald green eyes, once soulless, were now alive and gleaming with intense rage. If speaking alone could kill someone, he would’ve dropped the moment he heard the phrase that lent to his new name, the phrase that signaled a terrible end for the one who wronged him—

“Of course you realize, this means war.”

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I LIVE AGAIN!

Now, don’t worry, I will do a proper profile for Warmonger when I get the chance. I just don’t have the time because I’m gonna head into work in a few, and the length of this profile is gonna be the same as the Second Styles for both Super Why and Princess Presto (in other words, a freakin’ essay), so I’ll have to put it off until this weekend!

But anyway—LOOK AT HIM. LOOK AT HOW BADASS HE IS. I was going for the “edgy anti villain” angle for Bugs, and it came out perfectly. I was trying to avoid doing black and red, but since Huck had black, lavender and purple and Ric has black, orange and amber/brown, I figured it’d make sense ^^ Plus the color scheme suits him really well!

Make no mistake, Bugs is one of the most broken characters in the cast—with a name like Warmonger, would you expect anything less?—and is able to wipe the floor with Huck, Yogi and Ricochet easily. But there’s a reason behind it, though, a reason that will be revealed in the upcoming profile!

I was half tempted to start numbering this like I did with the Einherjar Files and the Attero Dominatus Files, but I wanted to get Huck, Ricochet and Yogi done before I start in on this profile. And yes, I started out of order. BUT I DON’T CARE. Lol. XD

That’s all I’ll have to say for the time being, but I hope you love this piece as much as I loved working on it!

Big thanks to user @zero06iranosaurusrex for their awesome takes on Bugs, which inspired this!

#looney tunes #bugs bunny #fan art #my art #fanfic: the celestials’ guardian #character profile #character design #This is still one of my faves #hanna-barbera #Hanna-Barbera tag is for the fic itself haha

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Can you write 11 for Rhett and Honey Bee?

PS Loveeee your writing!! 💛

Thank you so much! 😘 “Freshly baked bread” seemed like a good prompt for a slow Saturday morning!

It was one of those Saturday mornings that filled you with an inexplicable sense of hope and joy, the bright Wyoming sun spilling in through every window of your cozy little home and a warm breeze chasing away any lingering hints of the cold winter you’d just made it through.

Rhett had woken up early, before the sun had even fully risen, when the sky was still painted with violets and dark blues and the tiniest hint of magenta.

“Where’re you goin’?” you mumbled sleepily, your eyes still closed as you reached for him, anchored by the feel of his warm skin beneath your fingertips.

“I’ll be back soon, honeybee,” he whispered in return, his voice still gruff from sleep. He bent down to drop a kiss onto your forehead. “Just got to go check on a few things in the barn and the east pasture.”

“This early?” you grumbled, your eyes still closed as you burrowed deeper under the covers.

Rhett chuckled at that, rubbing your back with one large, calloused palm. He bent down again to whisper low in your ear, “Figured I’d get everything out of the way now so that I could spend the rest of my Saturday with my two favorite girls.” His voice, husky and deep, felt like melted butter.

Butterflies danced in your stomach and you couldn’t help but grin like a schoolgirl. “Well alright then, cowboy,” you teased, turning your head towards him in search of a proper kiss, which he gave you. “Make sure to give Ruthie a kiss before you go. But try not to wake her. I still want to sleep for a while,” you laughed.

Your husband chuckled at that, rising from the bed. “Will do, honeybee.”

When you did actually wake a couple hours later, the sky outside your window was a cornflower blue, a couple white puffy clouds floating by lazily. You couldn’t help but smile at what a perfect Saturday it was already shaping up to be—and you hadn’t even gotten out of bed yet.

Slipping out from beneath your cozy blankets, you reached for your robe and draped it over the silky nightgown you’d worn to bed last night, the one that Rhett always loved to run his fingers over until he fell asleep. You padded out of your bedroom on quiet, bare feet and made your way to your daughter’s nursery, where you found her awake and beaming at you from her crib.

“Good morning, my little sunshine girl,” you cooed, stepping over to the crib and carefully lifting Ruthie into your arms. At eight months old, your daughter already had a headful of riotous curls, the same color as her daddy’s, his big blue eyes, and a few tiny teeth to boot, which she always managed to show off with her big smiles.

Ruthie babbled brightly, immediately reaching for your face and touching your cheeks in greeting. Your heart swelled with love for her and you peppered her face with kisses, which made her laugh, the sound warming you from the inside out.

“What do you say we go downstairs and get some breakfast ready for Daddy?” you asked, smoothing her hair back gently.

At the mention of Rhett, Ruthie’s smile grew even wider and she wiggled happily in your arms.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” you laughed, resting your daughter on your hip as you carried her downstairs to the kitchen.

After settling Ruthie in her high chair with her favorite stuffed cow, you set about opening all the windows to let in the fresh spring air and then went to the record player to choose some music to enjoy while you cooked. You ended up selecting a record of John Denver’s greatest hits, his smooth, calm voice filling the house.

“Good thing Mama started making this dough yesterday, huh, Ruthie?” you asked with a wink, glancing over at your daughter as you removed the cloth from the dough you’d left to rise overnight. Sourdough bread always did take a lot of work, but it was worth it.

You hummed along to Annie’s Song as you shaped the dough with expert hands, kneading it and molding it until it had transformed into a perfect loaf. You then covered it with the cloth once more, leaving it to rise for another thirty minutes while you preheated the oven.

When Ruthie started to get a little fussy, you stopped to feed her and fill her little belly, then went back to preparing fresh eggs and sausages for you and Rhett, the kitchen filling with a tantalizing aroma that made your mouth water.

As Sunshine On My Shoulders started playing, you pulled your sourdough towards you and slashed the top of it before popping it into the oven to begin baking.

“If I had a song that I could sing for you,” you crooned softly, lifting your daughter into your arms. “I’d sing a song to make you feel this way.”

Unbeknownst to you, Rhett had returned home through the mud room at the back of the house, kicking off his work boots and moving towards the kitchen on surprisingly quiet feet. He stood leaning against the opening between the kitchen and the small dining room, arms crossed over his chest and a smile on his face as he watched his wife and daughter dancing around the kitchen together, the smell of breakfast and warm bread floating across his senses.

He couldn’t think of a time he had ever been so happy.

“Smells good in here,” he finally said, hating to break the magic of the moment that was happening before him.

“Rhett!” you gasped out in surprise, laughing as you put one hand over your heart.

“Heya, honeybee,” he grinned, walking over to you and kissing you softly in greeting before lifting Ruthie out of your arms and kissing her forehead. He then walked over to the counter, where you’d already begun laying out all the food you’d prepared. “Look at all this. Did you make this, Ruthie girl?” he asked, wiggling your daughter’s leg affectionately.

“Sure, give her all the credit,” you teased, smirking as you shook your head. “What am I, chopped liver?”

“Oh, was it Mama who did it?” Rhett winked, kissing the crown of your daughter’s head as he stepped back over to you. “Smells so damn good, honeybee,” he murmured, kissing you again.

“Language,” you warned with a smile, accepting his kiss eagerly.

“Sorry,” Rhett mumbled. “Smells so dang good,” he amended with a chuckle.

You giggled, stroking Ruthie’s back as you gazed up at your husband. “Sourdough bread should be ready soon. Why don’t you take Ruthie to see the horses and I’ll finish setting everything up?”

Rhett shook his head, smiling at you as he lowered Ruthie back down into her high chair. “You already did all this, honeybee. Let me help you finish setting up.”

“Rhett, no! You already—”

“No arguing now, Mrs. Abbott,” he teased, swatting your butt playfully as he stepped up beside you. He began rolling up his sleeves. “Tell me what you want me to do.”

Twenty minutes later, you and Rhett had the table all set, the food simmering deliciously and a pot of coffee freshly brewed. The finishing touch was the golden brown loaf of sourdough bread that now sat at the center of the table, beside a stick of fresh butter Cecilia had just given you the day before.

“Mmm,” Rhett sighed in pleasure as soon as he took one bite. He looked over at you with a wink. “Best sourdough I’ve ever had.”

Yep, as far as Saturdays went, this one was pretty perfect.

Spring OTP Prompts 🥖

#rhett drabble #rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #rhett & honeybee #outer range #lewis pullman #spring writing prompts

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