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It seems like my type never really changes lol

how you can help palestine

Donations

palestine children's relief fund

palestine red crescent society

help bring down israel's weapon trade - palaction

save palestine - islamic relief canada

click to donate - arab.org

send medical supplies to gaza - palestinian american medical association

Petitions

petition to investigate war crimes committed by israeli military

demand ceasefire - amnesty.org

open call for immediate ceasefire

american government call for immediate ceasefire

american government to stop funding israeli military

ceasefire and increase humanitarian assistance - oxfam au

location specific petitions

gaza call for ceasefire - oxfam (UK)

end israeli occupation - parliament uk (UK)

email your MP - medical aid for palestine (UK)

stop fuelling genocide - action network (USA)

call congress and demand a ceasefire - uscpr (USA - they provide a script of what you should say, so don't worry about it)

australia call on israel to stop attacking palestinians - apan (AUS)

sign to send letter to MP for ceasefire - nccm (CANADA)

ceasefire now! - ijv (CANADA)

cessez-le-feu et un couloir humanitaire - le mouvement (FRANCE)

write to your député - assemblée nationale (FRANCE)

skydda civilbefolkningen i gaza! - mittskifte (SWEDEN)

singaporeans call for immediate ceasefire (SIN)

contact your elected reps and demand a ceasefire (GERMANY)

write to the EU demanding a ceasefire (EUROPE)

template of letters you can send (EU)

Campaigns

friends of al-aqsa

❥ UK-specific

urge your MP to speak up for palestine

hands off al-aqsa

stop administrative detention

petition for UK to stop arming israel

❥ International

boycott puma — email them to end their partnership with israel

boycott coca-cola

palestine action

join the resistance

islamic relief canada

urge your MP to rally for ceasefire

text campaign for people living in USA

text CEASEFIRE @ 51905 to call for a ceasefire

please let me know if you have any more links. i will add them to a follow up post.

UPCOMING PROTESTS

hazel fic rec where reader fucks hazel with a strap for the first time <333

Warnings: smut MDNI, strap-on sex (h!receiving), top!reader, bottom!hazel, (mentions of both being switches but in this the reader is dom top), sub!hazel, swearing, use of pet names (baby, good girl, etc.), fem!reader, just pure smut.

Sub!Hazel was not something I knew I needed more of until now...

"How come you've never fucked me?" Hazel's question caught you off guard. The two of you had been laying in bed, silently snuggled against one another. Your previous late-night activities had caused you to fall asleep with your legs intertwined.

"It certainly sounded like I was fucking you last night when you were screaming with my head between your legs." Your girlfriend buried her face in your neck as her cheeks heated.

"Yes, I know," she groaned. "I just mean that you've never, like--" Hazel paused, searching for the right words. She only grew more nervous under your stare.

"You mean with the strap?" She nodded slowly at your question, growing even more red. "Oh, baby. You just got so excited when I first brought up you fucking me with it."

"How could I not be excited?" she flirted, wiggling her eyebrows in a joking manner. You laughed and lightly shoved her off of you so that you could properly look into her eyes.

"I guess I had no idea that you would even want that," you explained. Your hand slid up and down her side, thumb drawing circles on her exposed hip. "Do you want that, Hazel?"

"Yes," she whispered. Her unusual shyness made your heart melt. This was clearly a vulnerable moment for her, so you wanted to be absolutely sure about what she was asking for.

"Speak up, baby." You palmed her cheek and willed her to look at you. "Tell me what you want."

"I want you to fuck me." Her meek facade had faded. Her words shot straight to your heat while she so confidently spoke. You kissed her quickly, trying to hide the new blush that had crept onto your cheeks at her tone. You couldn't refuse when she pulled you in by your shirt for a longer kiss. It quickly progressed when her tongue pushed into your mouth and you began rolling your hips to meet her thigh. Distracted by her hot mouth, you hadn't noticed her grinding against the bed until she whined your name.

"Alright, alright," you giggled and gently laid her down. You hopped off the bed, rummaging through various drawers to find the bright blue fake dick. You set it down on the bed next to you. Hazel's eyes were so fixed on it that she didn't even realize you had already stripped down to your bra and panties. You began removing her clothing, pressing light kisses against every inch of newly exposed flesh. Your thumb circled her clothed clit as your other hand's fingers tweaked her right nipple.

"Please, baby." Oh, she was just begging now. Hazel's growth in confidence lit a fire in your core. You smiled like a little kid on Christmas as you tightened the strap to your body, slathering some lube on the end for Hazel's comfort. You looked into her eyes with your thumbs hooked under her waistband. She nodded eagerly to prompt your removal of her panties. You marveled at the string of wetness that connected her naked slick to her underwear as you dragged them down her thighs.

"Fuck, Hazel," you breathed. "I don't even know if we need this lube."

You had always loved Hazel's ability to laugh in any situation, especially when she was naked underneath you and still managed to giggle at everything you said. "You get me so wet," she confessed, still laughing but completely serious.

Her praise only added to the arousal already soaking your own panties, so you slotted yourself between her legs. You were quick to align yourself with her entrance. "Tell me if it hurts at all," you said.

"I will," she replied as she not-so-subtly squirmed to get closer to the dildo. "I'm ready, baby."

With that, you slowly pushed the head into her. You stopped moving when the tip was fully in, watching Hazel's gorgeous lips part in a soft gasp. "Is that okay?" you asked.

"Yes, it's good." She was already panting. "Please, more."

You fought a laugh at the desperation in her voice. "Okay, pretty girl." You slid the dick in a few more inches, continuing to the hilt when Hazel's moans urged you to keep moving.

"Fuck, baby," Hazel whined with heaving breaths.

"I know, it feels a little tight doesn't it?" you asked.

"Yes, so full. It feels so good." You believed her, of course, but you didn't want to overwhelm her.

"Good, Hazel. I'm going to take it slow, okay?"

"Mhm," she moaned, the sound increasing in volume when you began to steadily thrust into her.

Your pace was agonizingly slow. You could tell from Hazel's grip on your hips that she wanted more. You would give it to her, just not yet. You scooped your hands under the back of her knees to change the angle. Picking up your speed just a bit, you allowed yourself to go deeper into her.

"Oh, my god." Hazel's words came out shaky, so you halted at the deepest point inside of her.

"Is it too much?" Worry coated your tone.

"No! No! Don't stop, please." She whined your name until you resumed your motions. With every sweet sound she made, you grew more confident, thrusting faster and deeper until she was whimpering with every move.

You heard the familiar sounds she was making. They urged you to place your thumb on her clit, circling gently to get her closer to the edge.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Hazel shouted. "I'm so close-- so, so close." Her breathing was so ragged you worried that she might have a heart attack.

"Good girl," you cooed. You rubbed her bud faster and angled the strap to hit her sweet spot. "You're doing so good for me, baby."

With a final cry of your name, Hazel's whole body shook under your touch. You continued your ministrations as she came down from her high until she was crawling up the bed. You pressed a sweet kiss to her forehead as she regained her breath.

"That was," she started between pants, "so fucking good."

You laughed aloud at her shocked, wide eyes. "Only the best for you, Haze."

I love her so much.

Ruby Cruz as Hazel Callahan in Bottoms (2023)

I love everyone with a physical disability that doesn't affect their mobility

I love you everyone with gastrointestinal disabilities

I love you everyone with pelvic floor disabilities

I love you everyone with vocal cord disabilities

I love you everyone with renal system disabilities

I love you everyone with endocrine system disabilities

I love you everyone with craniofacial disabilities

physical disabilities don't always affect someone's ability to walk or move their limbs, you are part of this community, you are welcome here. you are physically disabled enough to claim the label.

yeah but could an abled person do this *randomly loses grip strength and flings object across the room* (reverse telekinesis)

Currently working on:

This is so I can keep track: (And descriptions too so I don’t go off the rails)

“𝔻𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕞𝕖?” (Lucifer finds Mammon breaking down and feels guilty because he is the cause of it.) |Requested.|

“𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕𝕟’𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟.” (Mammon goes and live with Diavolo in the castle after a fight with his brothers. He then returns after he thought they could be trusted. But they weren’t and he ends up depressed again. The demon prince comforts him. A Mammon x Diavolo fic) |Requested| 

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕤 𝕡𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕖 (Diavolo not included. Simeon, Luke, Solomon, Barbatos defend Mammon) |not requested| 

𝔹𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖 <- (Basically Mammon goes back in time and saves Lilith then goes back to his present time. But when he comes back things are different.) |Requested|

‘𝕀𝕤 𝕄𝕒𝕞𝕞𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕔 𝕕𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕟 𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕟𝕚𝕔 𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕝? 𝕡𝕥𝟚′ (A part two of the first) Lots of people wanted a part two

‘𝕄𝕒𝕞𝕞𝕠𝕟 𝕣𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕚𝕟’ (Exactly what it’s said <-) |Requested|

𝕄𝕒𝕕𝕝𝕪 𝕀𝕟 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖 (Yandere Barbatos x Simeon)

“𝕊𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕡𝕦𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕖. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕞𝕪 𝕣𝕦𝕝𝕖, 𝕀𝕥’𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕖.” (Good big brother Mammon)

"𝔻𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕥𝕠𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕞𝕖!” (Mammon to the brothers)

“𝕎𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕗 𝕀 𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕞𝕪 𝕤𝕖𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕥?” (Mammon x GN! MC)

𝕄𝕒𝕞𝕞𝕠𝕟’𝕤 𝕁𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕒𝕝 (Mammon writes in a journal to feel better but it ends up holding his blood)

ℍ𝕖'𝕝𝕝 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 (𝕀 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕤𝕠 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙) (Mammon and Satan brother relationship)

𝕊𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕧𝕠𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕖𝕟𝕖 | 𝕄𝕒𝕞𝕞𝕠𝕟 & 𝕃𝕖𝕧𝕚 𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕤𝕥 (Mammon and Levi angst)

ℝ𝕌ℕ (The brothers are wanted for disobeying the demon king and got separated from Mammon. Now an assassin demon was sent after them. Turns out that assassin was there dear brother Mammon.)

𝕊𝕒𝕔𝕣𝕚𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕖 (Right before they fall Mammon sacrifices himself for the brothers.)

“𝕀’𝕞 𝕤𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕕…” (Mammon and Levi are sentenced to death by the Demon King for something they never did.)

“𝕊𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕡𝕦𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕒𝕨𝕒𝕪. ℙ𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖 𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕜 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕖! 𝕃𝕖𝕥 𝕞𝕖 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕡 𝕪𝕠𝕦!” (Mammon & Levi fluff)

𝕁𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝔸𝕟 𝕀𝕝𝕝𝕦𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟 (Mammon never existed)

𝕊𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕪 𝕀’𝕞 𝕒𝕝𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕪 𝕚𝕟 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 (Mammon x Solomon | The fluff I promised)

𝕋𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕤 𝕄𝕒𝕞𝕞𝕠𝕟 𝔸𝕌 (Mammon is ftm)

𝔽𝕠𝕣𝕘𝕠𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕟 (MC notices around the house that certain pictures looked like something or rather someone was cropped out. What secret are the six demon brothers hiding? | Mammon is basically bruno from Encanto)

𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕜𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕞𝕖 (Mammon x Solomon)

𝔻𝕒𝕪𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕜 𝕊𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕣 (Mammon is an assassin and was assigned to kill Belphie)

𝕄𝕠𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔾𝕝𝕠𝕣𝕪 (Sorcerer Solomon will have the entire week to get our trans icon Prince Mammon to fall in love with him)

𝔽𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝔻𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 (Mammon x Diavolo)

𝔸 𝕊𝕚𝕞𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕃𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝔽𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕃𝕦𝕔𝕚𝕗𝕖𝕣 (… to Mammon Morningstar)

My R texting story (I am going through a  phase)

I just need to keep track lol

I updated it… This is why I haven’t gotten to demon/angel Mammon pt2 yet… *Nervous laugh*

Which of these do you look forward to? (I’m curious ^^)

Keeping Up With The 118 Part 3: Let The Games Begin

DESCRIBING THE PHYSICAL ATTRIBUTES OF CHARACTERS:

Body

descriptors; ample, athletic, barrel-chested, beefy, blocky, bony, brawny, buff, burly, chubby, chiseled, coltish, curvy, fat, fit, herculean, hulking, lanky, lean, long, long-legged, lush, medium build, muscular, narrow, overweight, plump, pot-bellied, pudgy, round, skeletal, skinny, slender, slim, stocky, strong, stout, strong, taut, toned, wide.

Eyebrows

descriptors; bushy, dark, faint, furry, long, plucked, raised, seductive, shaved, short, sleek, sparse, thin, unruly.

shape; arched, diagonal, peaked, round, s-shaped, straight.

Ears

shape; attached lobe, broad lobe, narrow, pointed, round, square, sticking-out.

Eyes

colour; albino, blue (azure, baby blue, caribbean blue, cobalt, ice blue, light blue, midnight, ocean blue, sky blue, steel blue, storm blue,) brown (amber, dark brown, chestnut, chocolate, ebony, gold, hazel, honey, light brown, mocha, pale gold, sable, sepia, teakwood, topaz, whiskey,) gray (concrete gray, marble, misty gray, raincloud, satin gray, smoky, sterling, sugar gray), green (aquamarine, emerald, evergreen, forest green, jade green, leaf green, olive, moss green, sea green, teal, vale).

descriptors; bedroom, bright, cat-like, dull, glittering, red-rimmed, sharp, small, squinty, sunken, sparkling, teary.

positioning/shape; almond, close-set, cross, deep-set, downturned, heavy-lidded, hooded, monolid, round, slanted, upturned, wide-set.

Face

descriptors; angular, cat-like, hallow, sculpted, sharp, wolfish.

shape; chubby, diamond, heart-shaped, long, narrow, oblong, oval, rectangle, round, square, thin, triangle.

Facial Hair

beard; chin curtain, classic, circle, ducktail, dutch, french fork, garibaldi, goatee, hipster, neckbeard, old dutch, spade, stubble, verdi, winter.

clean-shaven

moustache; anchor, brush, english, fu manchu, handlebar, hooked, horseshoe, imperial, lampshade, mistletoe, pencil, toothbrush, walrus.

sideburns; chin strap, mutton chops.

Hair

colour; blonde (ash blonde, golden blonde, beige, honey, platinum blonde, reddish blonde, strawberry-blonde, sunflower blonde,) brown (amber, butterscotch, caramel, champagne, cool brown, golden brown, chocolate, cinnamon, mahogany,) red (apricot, auburn, copper, ginger, titain-haired,), black (expresso, inky-black, jet black, raven, soft black) grey (charcoal gray, salt-and-pepper, silver, steel gray,), white (bleached, snow-white).

descriptors; bedhead, dull, dry, fine, full, layered, limp, messy, neat, oily, shaggy, shinny, slick, smooth, spiky, tangled, thick, thin, thinning, tousled, wispy, wild, windblown.

length; ankle length, bald, buzzed, collar length, ear length, floor length, hip length, mid-back length, neck length, shaved, shoulder length, waist length.

type; beach waves, bushy, curly, frizzy, natural, permed, puffy, ringlets, spiral, straight, thick, thin, wavy.

Hands; calloused, clammy, delicate, elegant, large, plump, rough, small, smooth, square, sturdy, strong.

Fingernails; acrylic, bitten, chipped, curved, claw-like, dirty, fake, grimy, long, manicured, painted, peeling, pointed, ragged, short, uneven.

Fingers; arthritic, cold, elegant, fat, greasy, knobby, slender, stubby.

Lips/Mouth

colour (lipstick); brown (caramel, coffee, nude, nutmeg,) pink (deep rose, fuchsia, magenta, pale peach, raspberry, rose, ) purple (black cherry, plum, violet, wine,) red (deep red, ruby.)

descriptors; chapped, cracked, dry, full, glossy, lush, narrow, pierced, scabby, small, soft, split, swollen, thin, uneven, wide, wrinkled.

shape; bottom-heavy, bow-turned, cupid’s bow, downturned, oval, pouty, rosebud, sharp, top-heavy.

Nose

descriptors; broad, broken, crooked, dainty, droopy, hooked, long, narrow, pointed, raised, round, short, strong, stubby, thin, turned-up, wide.

shape; button, flared, grecian, hawk, roman.

Skin

descriptors; blemished, bruised, chalky, clear, dewy, dimpled, dirty, dry, flaky, flawless, freckled, glowing, hairy, itchy, lined, oily, pimply, rashy, rough, sagging, satiny, scarred, scratched, smooth, splotchy, spotted, tattooed, uneven, wrinkly.

complexion; black, bronzed, brown, dark, fair, ivory, light, medium, olive, pale, peach, porcelain, rosy, tan, white.

Dating Billy Hargrove HC's

pairing: Billy Hargrove x female!reader

show: stranger things

will be writing a separate headcanon about Billy being angry.

warnings: cursing, abusive parents, dysfunctional relationships, toxic lovers, romanticism of toxic character. borderline NSFW because sex is a part of relationships (and this is Billy we're talking about, so...) so please proceed maturely.

🔞 none of the following content is appropriate for minors 🔞

• strap in - let's fucking GOOOOOOOOO

• this boy is something else, okay? he's like nobody you've ever met, anyone you've ever dated - he's unlike anybody in this small town that you've grown up in your whole life.

• he's a Cali boy - he even smells like trouble!

• oh, but Billy Boy isn't all that meets the eye. he's complex, he's damaged, he's confused, he's harboring a lot of anger and resentment.

• his mom's been gone and out of the picture for so long, one might worry he's taken on a harmful view towards women. however, that's not the case at all.

• you meet on his first day of school - i know, i know, how cliche, right? only it was completely unavoidable. you were a star student, all right? your grades weren't stellar but they weren't bad; you tested decently well; maybe you played a sport and had a club or two you attended.

• it makes you the perfect student for the guidance counselor to select "randomly" to help show the new kid around.

• he's not very warm when you first meet. he's got this look in his eye and they way he totally shmoozed Miss McKenna (the principals own middle aged assistant) was enough to make your mind throw up multiple red flags.

• so you show him around. answer a few questions but when he tries to get personal, maybe asking what you were doing after school, you insist the tour's over and he could find his way from there.

• you don't give him a second glance as you leave him alone in the hallway and Billy's lips are pulling in a smirk.

• he was unlike anyone you knew - but you were the exact breath of fresh air Billy needed.

• so, he pines. poor baby doesn't know what to do when a girl isn't melting on the spot when he looks at her. in fact, he's not seen you or spoken to you since you showed him around.

• drives him a little crazy but he's fine. because eventually, he finds you one day, after school, looking distraught. it's obvious you want to be alone based on your location and Billy's never been the comforting type, all right?

• doesn't stop him from approaching you and silently taking the seat on the pavement beside you. he doesn't speak. just lights a cigarette and hands it to you before lighting one for himself. the silence prolongs until you break it.

• "what're you doing here?" you sniffled, trying to hide the emotion you felt.

• and Billy would shrug, "just hangin'. looked like you could've used some company."

• you're vulnerable, so, you admit you're waiting for your father and when you mention you don't have the best relationship, he goes rigid with understanding and empathy.

• an emotion he's NOT accustomed to.

• he learns your father and mother divorced years ago and he's been in and out of your life since. however, he called that morning and begged to pick you up from school so you could have some 'father-daughter time'... yet here you were, tears in your eyes, waiting on a man who wouldn't show.

• Billy offers you a ride home and finds he enjoys your banter so much, he offers to drive you home the next day.

• you're a little suspicious but he doesn't make a single move. he just drives you home after school, both of you lost in some ridiculous conversation that you're not even sure how it started.

• it then turns into him picking you up before school, too. just for a little extra time together.

• oh, and then, he was coming to your house on the weekends.

• he didn't mind you fussing in his hair if it meant he could light a joint and relax without the fear of his father.

• in fact, Billy becomes so dependent on you and the escape your presence provides him that he keeps a small duffel bag full of clothes in your closet. for emergencies, you know?

• and there are a few emergencies, sure. you're pretty used to him crashing a night there. you'll wash the dirty clothes he leaves and put them in the duffel after for next time.

• again, he's a Cali boy so he smokes. and he'll be really critical of the weed in Hawkins 'cause he's used to 'good shit'.

• but considering the small town, he takes what he can get.

• you have a lot of open, honest, vulnerable conversations when smoking because both of your filters will go down.

• he doesn't realize it until later but those are the moments he's opening himself up to you most in. while scary, he feels something akin to relief and gratitude to have someone to share parts of himself with.

• your friendship starts off innocent; just two people hanging out, cracking jokes, complaining about their home life. but it changes around December.

• you become close to Max - it's almost impossible not to. you're fond of Billy and would do what you could to help take him away from the pain of his father, but Max didn't really have anyone.

• until the party adopted her, but outside that, she got used to seeing you around a lot. and no, you never minded when she'd ask for your help on something; be it boys, school, friends, or her skateboard.

• you and Max bond by her teaching you to skate. and Billy won't admit it, but his heart felt ten times lighter the day he looked out the window and saw your hands clasped in Max's, rolling on her board, both of you laughing so hysterically, it made you fall to the grass.

• the laughter didn't end for the rest of the day, and Max wondered if this was what a sister felt like.

• in December, you accept to help her get ready for the Snowball Dance! precious babies!

• you bring a whole suitcase full of clothes, a tote bag of shoes, make-up, and hair accessories. and of course, a few magazines for references.

• when Billy opens the door, he smirks as he takes in your baggage, "movin' in, princess?"

• he reaches to take the tote bag off your shoulder so you wouldn't carry the weight.

• but Max is there, nudging him out of the way, "she's here for me."

• when Billy's puppy-eyes turn to you, you can't help but sigh lightly and hand Max the wheeling suitcase. she dashes back for her room and you stand in front of Billy, hands flattened against his waist as you tease lightly, "you're gonna have to share me, you know."

• his eyes would roll lightly, "says who?"

• "behave," you chuckled, moving to help Susan get Max ready. and by the end of the night, you're waving the redhead off with Billy's arm slung around your shoulders. "see what happens when you're patient?"

• Susan and Neil dropped Max off before going on their own date, meaning you and Billy were home alone.

• you might've felt nervous but he never pressured you. instead, he seemed a little more tender as the holidays drew on and you had a sneaking suspicion he was mourning the life, and family, he knew before.

• so, what do you do? you're pulling ingredients out in his kitchen and insisting he helps you make a batch of cookies. the radio is flicked on and Christmas carols ring around the room.

• he's not good at baking but he laughs more in those two hours than he had in a full week. his eyes get soft and he might even act on the way his heart feels vulnerable, pulling you in for a slow dance around the kitchen.

• snow MIGHT even start to fall outside, marking this as your very own Snowball Dance.

• Billy kisses you that night, your lips tasting like the batter your finger had taken a dollop of. it's a searing kind of kiss, the one that feels like a long time coming - finally arriving and making your body explode with pinpricks of hormones.

• needless to say, you two were joined at the hip from that day on. Neil wasn't the biggest fan of you because you were just so fucking nice - it confused him what you saw in Billy.

• but you saw all the best parts of him, despite Neil's conditioning to showcase the worst.

• so, you're dating now, right? beautiful. doesn't mean it's perfect, okay? Billy's still a little bent outta shape that he requires time and understanding.

• he's doing his best, okay?

• he curses, like, a lot. at you, near you, in reference to you. but he’ll never resort to cheap ploys and will always comes to your defense if someone’s out of line.

• big fan of the whole ‘total dickhead to everyone except so-and-so’. cause that’s you and Billy.

• but when Billy's your boyfriend, oh, lord! get ready for the PDA 'cause he's chomping at the bit to touch you every moment.

• it shocks you to learn physical touch is his love language, what with the way Neil abuses him; you'd assumed touch might trigger him.

• but Billy explains to you that your touch could never hurt him and he relishes in the warmth your hands provide. instead of the fear Neil instilled, your touch gave comfort. warmth. hope, and peace.

• so, you run with that information. walking around the mall? your hands are conjoined or an arm is around someone's waist. at school? your hand might stray to run through his curls in the cafeteria, earning his attention. grocery store? boy's got his hands around your waist, or somewhere near your neck, while you push the cart lazily up and down the aisles.

• yes, yes, yes, Billy comes to you when anything goes wrong. he's never been like that, he doesn't understand why now, all of a sudden when he's overwhelmed, he's sneaking out and running to your house. but you're a safety net for him, and you wipe his tears; how can he not feel safe with you?

• your mom don't like him 'cause she's heard all the rumors. she even once belonged to Karen Wheeler's bookclub but left it because all the middle aged ladies were talking about her daughter's boyfriend hyper-sexually.

• she had a hard time looking Billy in the eye after that.

• it makes your mom a bit uneasy. but she respects your wishes and your want to be in a relationship. so, life carries on with a few back handed or passive aggressive comments.

• you don't like the smell of cigarettes so he won't smoke around you. you know it's a hard habit to kick and sometimes he'll ask if it's okay, but he'll definitely refrain from smoking cigarettes around you.

• he might even start to feel a little insecure and leaves an extra shirt in the trunk of his car to change into so that your nose isn't pressed right against the smoke-filled fabric.

• Billy's a big ass baby, man. look, he's a total sucker for not doing shit; throwing a movie on and literally laying on top of you. one of your hands would run through his hair as the other caressed the skin of his neck and cheek. one leg laid flat along his as the other bends to lean against his hip and keep him cocooned in your love.

• he'll often fall asleep like that. big ass baby. God, i love him.

• loves when you play with his hair. you're the only one he allows - no, i'm serious! others have tried, others really want to, but Billy never let them. until you and then it felt like your hands belonged in his silky tresses.

• don't get me started on Billy being protective. cause that's his whole thing, okay?

• shit, got me started. look, so, Billy gives a WHOLE new meaning to being protective. he's defending you against anyone - even his own father - because nobody talks shit about you.

• he's been handed a few beatings by Neil for raising his voice in defense of you.

• but he says he'd do it again and again. nobody got to say a single word he didn't like about you. girls in the locker rooms? yeah, all that gossip stopped after Billy confronted the cheer captain before Chrissy.

• few boys at a party looking at you like you're a piece of meat? oh, look! a heavy arm is slinging around your shoulders to turn you; a hand gripping you cheeks to pull you in for a bruising kiss. due to the intensity, you know he's staking his claim; sliding your tongue into his mouth as distraction.

• does the trick because he's groaning when you pull back. his hand's on your ass, telling anyone watching who you belonged to.

• he'll approach those dudes later and growl, "i catch you lookin' at my girl again, it'll be the last time you have eyes."

• is it aggressive? yes, but so is Billy, and so is his determination to protect you. he doesn't always know the best way to do that but he's figuring it out as he goes.

• you often have talks about his protectiveness but you understand he's very unsure how to go about all of this, so, you both take it in stride. if he catches your glare when he's acting up, he'll begrudgingly back down but that's okay. why? 'cause you're taking his hand and pulling you both away from whatever situation set him off.

• and he's a sweetheart when he wants to be. baby boy can't stand to see your tears, so, if you start to cry, every defense he has is dropping.

• he's been the reason for your tears a few times and he's gutted by the idea. so, you see the progress he makes in avoiding previous issues to avoid your tears.

• communication's difficult for Billy but he tries, only for you. he knows you can't read his mind and he needs to verbalize his needs; maybe doing it a little roughly but he was doing it at least. and practice makes perfect, so, it's fine.

• because your relationship is a partnership that you both have equal stake in. your job isn't to judge, but to encourage.

• but you also get him to open up communication with Max and Susan - since Neil is a lost cause.

• you've never seen Neil physically strike Billy but you've heard the yelling and you've heard the impact of a few slaps from your place in Billy's bedroom and theirs from the kitchen.

• on those days, Billy's darting back into his room and closing the door before leaning against it. his cheek's red and swelling slightly, making you stand in worry. but your movement shakes him from his thoughts and he's sniffling, "get your things, sweet girl, we're heading out."

• "where?"

• "anywhere that isn't here. i can't have you here when he's riled up like that, we gotta go."

• always protecting you.

• ayo, y’all know that medallion he wears? well guess what? he placed it around your neck and claims it’ll protect you when he can’t. he wants to see it on you. my fucking HEART.

• Billy comes to you for any academic help. he doesn't give a single fuck about school, didn't even bring a pencil his first week. but he doesn't want to flunk out and repeat so he puts in just enough effort.

• sometimes, it's not enough and he's coming to you to help proofread his essay to ensure he got at least a 75% to weigh his grade to passing.

• he gets an 88% and fucks you into the mattress.

• you're a lot more inclined to help him with homework after that.

• he's a private person. so, even if you're left in his room while he showers or goes to handle whatever Neil's yelling about, you're not able to see many personal things. everything's hidden and you're not about to snoop through his shit.

• eventually, after a particularly hard day, he's holding you in his arms, on his bed, and then reaching for a wooden box under it. inside are pictures and memorabilia, explaining he hid it so Neil couldn't weaponize it against him.

• and in front of your eyes, he takes a polaroid photo of you two and places it in the box for safekeeping. "because i treasure you, my sweet girl," he'd whisper. "don't want anyone taking this from me."

• heart melts.

• Billy dominates you. like clockwork.

but y'all ever see Game of Thrones and Khaleesi rides Khal Drogo for the first time? he comes in ready to dominate her and she's like nah, l got this and rides him to oblivion?

• think THAT but with Billy.

• he'll want you to be a plaything one day, but the next, he's mewling like a bitch in heat while you ride him. he'll even let your hand wrap around his throat when you're on top.

• he won't admit he likes it but you can tell.

• Billy likes telling you how pretty you are. you get all flustered and he adores it, finding it funny that he'll be balls deep in you, telling you all kinds of profane things he wanted to do to your pussy and you'll just eat it up - but the moment he tells you you're beautiful, you're all embarrassed like a school girl.

• spurs the nickname "pretty girl". he'll call you other pet names, too, but he'll always resort back to "pretty" or "sweet girl".

• big sucker for the troupe, 'never calling you your government name unless angry' cause that's Billy. like 100%. he won't call you your name unless angry (at you) or trying to be serious. meaning it's always a pet name rolling off his tongue.

• HA! good luck trying to leave Billy without a kiss goodbye. it does NOT matter if you literally run up to him because you forgot your chapstick in his jacket pocket and have to get back to practice - he's pulling you in for a kiss before you leave. going to work? where's his kiss, huh? oh, you thought you were getting out of this car without a kiss? that's illegal. the toll tax is now three kisses.

• the boy melts when you kiss him and your hand will hold his cheek. so simple but so intimate for him.

• and when cuddling, he's a big fan of feeling your nails against his skin and scalp. he even likes it when you trace over his face with a fingertip, leaning in to peck his lips quickly before huddling back under his chin.

• Billy often wonders what he did to deserve you - often comes up with jackshit.

• he says he loves you first but it starts as a fight. probably over something stupid, like Tommy H. hitting on you in calculus, but it'll snowball out of control because he's scared of what he's feeling, and over the very idea that someone could take you from him.

• when Billy's scared, fight or flight kicks in and his natural instinct is to fight then flee. so, he'll pick at scabs and old wounds to make them bleed so you won't try to stop him when he leaves.

• but you've been around long enough to know how he ticks.

• the conversation will be instigated by you, begging him to tell you the fucking truth, and he's shouting, "because I'm in love with you, for fuck's sake!"

• mmmmh, yeah, you get fucked on the couch that night because you can't make it to his room. thankfully, nobody was home because y'all are like frantic rabbits going at it. and when you're on top that night, you tell him, "i love you too," against his lips; that fucking hand holding against his cheek.

• he goes a little feral and will wrap his arms around your waist to hold you in position before jackhammering his hips up into yours. growling, sweating, just desperate to be as physically close to one another as possible.

• he wants to hear you say you love him all the time now. Billy needs a lot of reassurance and you've plenty to give. he'll make it a point to remind you he loves you even when in a fight - the very idea of you thinking he didn't anymore enough to make him want to tug his hair out.

• baby boy feels like his mother didn't know / hear how much he loved her, and that's why she easily left him behind. so, he'll be damned if he lets you think the same thing.

• don't try the whole words of affirmation shit because it'll literally always end in a fight. some abusive conditioning can't be changed.

• doesn't mean you let Billy forget his value. and oh, fuck, is he grateful for you. he's insecure under all that bravado and telling him you see his value is almost as good as hearing you loved him.

• in public, he's usually whispering in your ear some shitty joke. arm around your neck and shoulders. just happy to be near each other and never once giving a fuck about PDA.

• you never touch a door, you hear me? never. Billy opens all doors, even if he's pissed off.

speaking of -

• nobody angers him like you, because you're so close.

• but also, nobody can bring Billy back to reality like you can.

• he stops beating people up because he worries about your opinion of him; and he never wants to give you reason to be afraid of him.

• but when angry, he's loud. he throws shit. he'll curse and when overwhelmed, he'll cry and break down in earnest confusion.

• his anger takes over and makes his heart feel heavy; but after the initial storm cloud, he's vulnerable and stripped bare of his defenses as you're cuddling him close.

• Billy tells you he doesn't like to be so angry and he's trying to find other outlets.

• and you assure him that it's okay to feel overwhelmed and like he's gonna blow his top off. it's okay to have emotion, and it's okay to not know what to do with it.

• fuck and that smile? man, he's got you like putty in his hands when he flashes that blinding smile.

• it's cool though 'cause he's totally whipped and if you pout, he's going to get whatever you asked him for. baby boy's a sucker for your puppy dog eyes, making it your secret weapon. you don't use it often but when you do, Billy swears his heart beat stops and speeds up all at the same time.

• he really likes kissing you. if you're not in the mood to fuck, you're tired, stressed, whatever, he's fine with it as long as you're game for a little make out session. honestly? you're never not game.

• Billy's a big cuddler but never in front of people, only ever in private.

• but he's very proud to be your man so he looks for any reason to touch you. it's a sense of both protectiveness and possession; daring anyone to come and relinquish his claim so he might have reason to beat the shit outta one of these punks looking at his girl.

• or so his brain tells him. he's much more even tempered with you but every now and then, old habits flare up, and it's up to you to safely defuse the time bomb that is Billy's anger.

• Billy often doesn't feel worthy of you, so, he'll start fights. you're quick to shut it down.

• and when it's good, it's really good.

• boy will bring you flowers because it makes him feel like he's doing at least something right. and the way your lips will spread in a beaming smile has him making a mental note to pick up another bouquet sometime soon.

• picnics. i know, he doesn't seem the type, you thought so as well. but it's solitary for you both; peaceful and away from the crazy shit going on in town. besides, when he's with you, he's not looking at anyone or wondering about their opinion - his focus is 110% on you.

• which means he can read your body language like he's fluent. nervous ticks? he knows 'em. gotta pee? he can tell. feeling some pent up sexual frustration? he's not sure how it's possible but he knows what's going on, and he's taking action.

• he knows your birthday and anniversary too, so, he's always prepared. never before had he cared about ANY of that - but then you happened, and it all changed.

• ugh - changing Billy's attitude around. he's not so much of a dickhead once he starts dating you. everyone at school notices it.

• he's stupid sweet and gentle with you. he'll stand at your locker and curl your hair behind both ears as you talk; completely focused on all that you are.

• rejects other girls (harshly) because he's enamored with you. and he doesn't like people hitting on him when they know he's with you, it feels like blatant disrespect.

• forehead kisses like a motherfucker.

• Billy telling you you're the calm he needs in life.

• he's adores you, kinda thing. you can do no wrong, kinda thing.

• he pulls you into his lap a lot. again, PDA ain't no worry to him. just no cuddling... but hanging on his lap with an arm around his shoulders is A-OK.

• in fact, he takes it a few steps farther and sees where the most public place you two can have sex is.

• so far, the movie theater was it but that was complicated and not a whole lot of fun considering you were freaked out the whole time.

• but you made it up to him by taking him up the water tower and going three rounds.

• sex is a staple in any relationship, okay? but Billy's never pressured you and always lets you drive the situation. he honestly likes spending time with you, so, if you don't fuck, he doesn't care.

• only your boyfriend is stupid hot and you look for reasons to jump his bones. mmh...

• and when he's feeling randy and wanting to dominate - LORD! the way that boy makes you feel should be borderline illegal. his touches like hot rocks against your skin; kisses from pillowy lips that tasted suspiciously like your chapstick; tongue sweeping over your neck and making your mind go a little fuzzy.

• you go with him on his 18th to get his skull tattoo. you make a joke about getting a matching one but he's really turned on by the idea. you consider it for a few months.

• maybe you do it, maybe not. but you do get a tattoo and Billy's almost humping the air when he sees it.

• nope, he's not letting you paint his nails but he'll give you his opinion on colors. in fact, he'll catch a little bit of an attitude when he notices the once cherry red color of your fingernails has turned into a midnight blue, asking, "your other boyfriend like this color?"

• "baby, i can pick out my nail color."

• "just usually ask me my opinion," he'd huffed.

• you ask him before you change it now.

• matching his and her sunglasses.

• listen to me: nobody touches a fucking thing in Billy's Camaro. okay? but for you... yeah, okay, he's actually okay with you changing the radio station. and adjusting the temperature in the car. and sure, he'd probably kick anyone else out if they tried this, but he actually smiles when your feet escape your shoes to curl under you in his passenger seat.

• you're the only person he trusts to drive his car, too. doesn't happen often but twice now, he'd gotten shitfaced at a party and it was your responsibility to get you both home.

• clingy drunk Billy. might even fuck around and pout at you. Definitely just wants you to lay with him, touch him, be close to him.

• he's not used to being loved so it's a learning experience for you both. but when his head is nestled between your shoulder and neck, breathing in your scent while a hand lazily traces along your belly, there's nothing he'd rather do than this life with you.

• you're the calm, he's the fury. you're the eye, he's the storm. you're the soft and smooth, he's the rough and jagged. but i'll be damned if this relationship isn't exactly what he needs.

• you're unyielding in your love and affection, and he's silently thanking God as you lay in his arms. his eyes might even well with unshed tears as he thinks over in his head every reason he doesn't deserve you, but every reason he'll selfishly keep you.

• oof, but Billy operates on a short fuse so when he's feeling touchy, you have to tread carefully. due to how close you guys are, you're usually the first line of defense he takes his irritation out on and that results in you ignoring him for days.

• but Billy's full of remorse; knowing Neil made him feel like shit and it wasn't fair to in turn take it out on you, just so you'd feel the same. so, he's going to Max for advice.

• i know, holy shit, right? it's just, he's not used to fucking shit up and then wanting to fix it - he usually just runs. but he's tired of running, so, he asks Max to help.

• and Max loves you and thinks Billy's a different person since meeting and dating you, so, she agrees. and the Hargrove / Mayfield siblings are concocting some plan.

• turns out, he doesn't need a big plan - he just needs honesty. he'll get you your favorite flowers and crawl up the oak tree in your yard, balance himself, and knock on your window.

• '80s parents and guardians are oblivious, so, nobody hears him sneaking in and out almost every other night. call that child safety.

• but it's been 3 WHOLE days since he's seen or kissed you, and poor baby is going a little crazy. he'll present the flowers and crawl into your bed, the pair of you dedicating that moment to talk about what happened and how to avoid it in the future.

• and Billy might let a tear or two fall, asking, "why do you forgive me so easily?"

• "because i can see you're genuinely upset by this, baby," you'd sighed, pushing a few curls from his forehead. "but that doesn't mean this can continue. you've gotta do better, baby, please."

• "for you? anything."

• "do it for the both of us, hmm?"

• it's not all sunshine and rainbows when loving a complicated man, and i can't even say it'll be worth the inevitable uphill battle. but it's definitely a love for the ages and you wouldn't want anyone else.

• only guy who's ever made you squirt and he's very proud of that. it's now a personal mission of his to see how many orgasms he can coax from you in a single night. current record: seven. yeah, that boy wants to be soaked, wow. absolutely mesmerized by you when he gets this kind of physical reaction.

• he's always proud of you, too.

• if you're a cheerleader, he's picking you up in his arms and telling you how flawless your routine was (even if you know there was a few missteps).

• if you're an athlete, best believe he's at every single game just to cheer you on. he might even keep record of your stats.

• you passed that stupid hard final in your AP History class? you're literally rushing down the hall, spying Billy, and when he sees you coming with a grin and that fucking packet clutched in your hands, he's stooping low to catch you in his embrace and spin you around, "aha! my smart girl! i knew you'd do fine. you were worrying for nothin', huh? that's my girl."

• and when he calls you 'his girl', your stomach's in a flurry of butterflies no matter how often you hear it.

• you have a deal that you can't call him this in public but he doesn't all the way hate when you call him 'baby boy'.

hmmm, maybe i'm projecting...

• Billy talks about taking you to Cali with him. and you go visit his grandparents during spring break.

• when i say they adore you, i'm talking they fucking adore you to the point they're asking 18 year-old Billy when he's gonna pop the question.

• makes him choke a little out of surprise but recovers, "soon. you'll be the first to know when it happens."

• you can't help but joke, "wouldn't i know first?"

• "nah, i'd tell them before asking you," Billy smirked, nodding at his grandparents across the table.

• he's just so fucking different when in a good, loving, healthy relationship. he's toxic as fuck - we know - but he can recognize his wrongdoings and attempt to rectify them.

• he's constantly offering you compliments about anything.

• "God, you look adorable in that skirt - c'mere."

• "damn, baby, i didn't know Playboy was lookin' for new models."

• "you forreal wrote this essay? baby, this is really well done."

• "hey, superstar."

• mmh, breakfast dates are his favorite. breakfast foods are his favorite, so, you've gotten in a rhythm to cook for him on the weekend mornings.

• oof, wait! the dates! he's broke as shit, cool. but he can make anything an interesting time by just being there.

• so, you go to a lot of parties together but usually duck out with a handle of vodka to head for the quarry overlook. he likes to hang out there, laid back on the hood of his car, looking up into the vast nothingness of the universe while contemplating life.

• Billy's a deeper than we give him credit for. again, it's all hidden under a mask of indifference and dickheadedness, but it's there!

• nature hikes 'cause ain't sit else to do in this small town!

• he'll take you to concerts out of town; diners; long drives; fairs in the summer; he might've even arranged with his neighbor to let you guys in their backyard to hang out with the litter of puppies their dog just had.

• honestly, anything he can think of to make you smile, Billy's finding some way to make it happen.

• trust and believe you can handle his anger and outbursts. you don't shut down, you stand strong while rationally, logically trying to navigate his feelings. when he crosses a line, you'll end the conversation and walk away because he needs time to cool off.

• you're usually very forgiving but not always with Billy - who needs to learn there's often consequences to actions and words.

• hard lesson to learn but he's an avid student.

• Billy offering massages. his hands are Godly and you never refuse.

• might sound really out of character, but he's a fucking professional at handling your period. know how he keeps a duffel at your place? he's got one for you, too, at his. but it's period supplies so you never got a moment worrying about it.

• he'll pour some rice in a sock, tie it up, heat it for a minute or so, and lay it against your lower stomach before crawling into bed with you. sometimes, cramps might make you curl up a little in pain, but Billy's there to get you pain killers, water, snacks if you want them, but especially just to hold you.

• and he'll tell you he read some article in a magazine about how sex is supposed to help with period pains and cramps. what a horndog, you know? don't tell him, but it helps.

• Billy's an ass man. i wish i could explain it but if you get it, you get it. if you don't, that's okay. 'cause he's been known to be titty guy but it's your ass, man. Billy Boy loses rational thought when his hands are all over you.

• he gets you new earrings because you often accessorize your outfits with them. it was a fun yet subtle way to show off originality and Billy finds himself looking through a few jewelry kiosks at the mall.

• you cannot convince me otherwise that Billy doesn't get you a necklace with his name on it. i won't hear it 'cause he's definitely the type to, okay?

• his leather jacket is your favorite because it's oversized and has a musky undertone to the usual smell of his cologne. he knows this and will drop it over your shoulders without needing to ask if you're cold.

• but hey - you're a big fan of wearing your man's clothes, okay?

• he'll come pick you up for school and see you walking out in one of his shirts and have to swallow from the way his mouth salivates.

• finding empty classrooms during lunch or study hall to fuck in.

• Billy doesn't understand 'aftercare' until you. he'll stand from the bed to light a cigarette and tug his boxers on, peaking over at you and noting the way your legs trembled. he'd realize and grab his shirt to clean you up before laying right back beside you.

• "did i hurt you?"

• "no, i'm okay," you'd assure; the feeling of his bare skin on yours something close to Heaven on earth. and the way his finger tips would drag over your bare body, unsure of the patterns he's drawing; but sinking further into his embrace? yeah - God sent.

• while you don't often fight, if you piss him off, he's a loose canon. you remind yourself he's feeling defensive and like he has to lash out, trying not to take things to heart. but he's still Billy, still a dickhead, and he's still going for the jugular.

• he won't look at you for days. won't pick you up, drop you home, give your flowers, kiss you, won't even fucking acknowledge you.

• fuck, it hurts.

• but he's the one then showing up one morning outside your house as you get your shoes on to catch the bus.

• knowing he was over his initial irritation, you'll cautiously approach the car as he gets out.

• "here to insult me a bit more?"

• and his hand is running through his hair, eyes sad and downcast, ringed with red to indicate unrest and emotional turmoil.

• "i'm so fucking sorry, baby, i really am."

• here's the thing - Billy doesn't know how to apologize. he doesn't do it often to anyone, so, the words never really formed naturally on his tongue.

• but with you, he's on the verge of panicked tears as he's word vomiting to you how sorry he is. he'd never stutters over his apology to you because you're the only person he considers worthy of his genuine remorse.

• and you definitely punish him by making him hang out with you, Max, Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley and the other party members.

• no, you don't get him to play D&D with them - mostly because Max warned them not even to mention it.

• but he's a good sport and will let the kids get in his car, the others in Steve's, and might take them to the pool despite being off for the day. only because he knows he has to make it up to you.

• look, he's got some flaws, okay? but Billy definitely tries his best when it involves something he's genuinely interested in. you're the first person in X number of years to warrant this kind of feeling in him, so, he's adamant on keeping this love.

• i can fix him, your honor! give me a chance!

i wish i could convey to people who don’t have memory issues, just how terrifying and difficult it is to have memory issues.

it’s more than everyday forgetfulness, it’s forgetting what day of the week it is, it’s forgetting important obligations or dates, it’s missing medication, it’s not eating, it’s waking up seemingly out of a fog and not knowing how long you’ve been lost in it.

imagine you think you know how your days are going. that you are aware and in control of them. then suddenly, you snap out of the awareness and realize that you can’t remember how long you’ve been awake, or even when you woke up. you also don’t know what day it is or how many days have passed since you were last “aware”. suddenly all of your thoughts and your perception of yourself and your day is flipped on it’s head. you can’t trust anything you think you know.

and it’s not as easy as “setting reminders” or “writing things down”. and yes those are wonderful tips, and i do use them. but they are completely useless if i can’t remember to do those things, or i can’t remember what i wrote down and where, or even if what i wrote down will make sense to me later.

it’s very scary to lose control of your awareness and your life. it is outside of my control, i am doing everything i know to combat these issues but they still remain. i just wish people had more patience, because as annoying as it is to deal with, imagine how terrified and lost i feel.

please be kind to people with memory issues. it is very difficult.

you’re laughing? my combat horse just got plinkoed into eeby deeby and you’re laughing???

the urge to call him a good boy for doing nothing but sitting pretty >>

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Okay I’m sorry but people saying that Ryan posting anti-vax shit is harmless and “he won’t get fired I don’t want to lose Eddie” are making me STEAMED.

What he is saying is not harmless. Comparing NAZI FUCKING GERMANY to having to be vaccinated is not harmless. Not believing in the science of vaccination is not harmless. Spreading that misinformation, regardless of his personal vaccination status, is not harmless.

I don’t care how much you love Eddie Diaz and don’t want to lose him, Ryan Guzman is actively committing harm and watching people excuse it, is not harmless. Your love for a fictional character does not mafter more than the behavior of a real person.

Does anyone like clingy girls? ANYONEEEEE? maybe even a long ass conversation about aliens???? hmmmm???

SUB BOY THOUGHTS ABSOLUTELY ,,,

sub!tsumu who falls so easily into subspace. like he gets so dumb and vulnerable for you, completely entrusting his body to you. he lets you use and play with him all you want, and all he can do is babble and cry and thank you over and over again.

and when he’s overstimulated he gets really, really dumb. when you have him sat with his back to your chest, holding him to you, a hand tugging and rolling at his nipples, the other fisting at his cock endlessly. you’re unforgiving as you pull orgasm after orgasm out of him— his legs are trembling, flopped lazily onto the bed because he no longer had the energy to try and fight you and clamp them close; his eyes are crossed, his face and chest are flushed, his cheeks damp with tears, lip quivering as you messily stroke at his cock. his cock’s a mess too, just drenched in cum and spit and it hurts, hurts so bad, but he can’t help but want more, more, more—

do with this what u will bb i just had to share he’s always heavy on my mind 😓

LIKE PUTTY | MIYA ATSUMU X GN!READER

warnings: 18+, sub!atsumu, gn!reader, overstimulation, rimming, fingering (m!receiving)

a/n: sal you spoil me rotten.

"c'mon babe, i can't," atsumu sobs. tears are streaming down his flushed cheeks and his pink lips are bitten raw from all the times he tried to quiet his own noises. he's brainless—every silly little thought of his gone and replaced by the way you just won't stop stroking his cock, making his muscles tremble under your touch. it feels so good it hurts, and his mind is torn in an endless battle of trying to sneak away from the sensation or thrust towards it. "i can't cum anymore," he cries, voice uncharacteristically high and whiny, "i'll die."

"so dramatic," you tsk, the hand that's not playing with his cock coming up across his chest to wrap around his neck. "stop talking, you're distracting me."

atsumu chokes on a garbled moan as you twist your hand around his shaft in a way that makes his thighs shake. he jerks forward, only to be pinned back to his original position by the fingers digging into either side of his jugular. “not my cock,” he rasps, grasping helplessly at the blankets below him. “not my cock, please not my cock. i can’t, i can’t, i can’t—”

his words taper off into a breathy exhale as you release his length, hand coming to rest along the inside of his thigh. “not your cock, hm?” he nods dumbly, even the slight movement making his eyes swirl with dizzying colors. 

“please not my cock,” he slurs, drool pooling at the corner of his lips. his hazy eyes search for yours, pleading. “’nywhere else, jus’ not my cock.”

“aw, anywhere else?” you coo, letting go of his neck to thread your fingers through his hair. shuffling back, you put a hand on his upper back, tenderly pushing him forward until he’s on his hands and knees, back arching. “how ‘bout this cute ass, then? you mind if i play with it?”

he spreads his legs wide, allowing you to kneel between the back of his thighs and mold the flesh of his ass. his body’s too tired for him to balance his weight of his forearms, so he’s like putty below you, responsive and willing and unable to fight the pleasure you give him.

“no,” he responds, muffled by how his face is pressed into the sheets. “touch me... there. please.”

“there you go,” you purr. “telling me what you want.”

atsumu’s ears practically perk up at the telltale sound of the bottle of lube being opened. you lather up a couple of fingers and he keens, a sound that’s torn from his chest, as you circle his rim. he subconsciously wiggles his hips, trying to get you inside him already, and you scoff, giving him a sharp slap on the ass and making him whine.

“don’t be bad,” you scold, punctuating your order with pinching his flesh.

“sorry,” he snivels, “sorry. jus’ want it so bad, y'always make me feel so good.”

you lean forward to kiss the back of his neck and he shudders at the affection. “i know, baby,” you whisper in his ear, sending shivers down his spine. “i’ll make you feel good, don’t worry.”

you ease all his concerns by pushing your fingers in all the way to the third knuckle and he thrashes, nothing but hiccups and moans pouring from his mouth. his tight hole flutters around the intrusion and you grin, prodding your fingertips along his prostate and watching how his knuckles whiten.

“oh god,” he wails. “oh,” you pull your fingers out completely, before immediately thrusting back in, “god.”

you push and pull in and out in a steady rhythm, and just when atsumu starts to get comfortable, just when he starts shifting his hips back to meet your fingers, you add a third, forcing his eyes to roll back.

“you think you could cum just from this?” you purr, other hand rubbing circles along his lower back. “you think you could cum just from my fingers in your ass like a slut?”

he replies instantaneously, a garbled “yes” spilling from his lips as easy as air from his lips. “i’m your slut,” he mumbles. “and you feel so,” a fourth finger joins the other three, “so good, fuck!”

you let your fingers fill him whole, refusing to pull them out and instead just rotating your wrist and letting them press fully against his prostate. “that feel good? huh?”

“fuck, i’m gonna cum,” he says in a hushed tone, hands clenching into tight fists. you hold down on the bundle of nerves and he gasps, fighting to get air into his lungs. “gonna cum so hard.”

“do it, baby. be a good boy ‘n cum.”

“gonna,” he chokes out, before taking a sharp inhale of breath and spilling cum all over his thighs and the bed below him. his shoulders are wound tight—you can see the muscles constricting under tan skin as he pushes himself farther into the bed, hips rolling in a sad attempt to grind his cock onto something. “fuck,” he whimpers as you fuck him through his orgasm. “holy fuck.”

you gently massage the tense muscles in his back as he comes down from his high, panting with heavy heaves of his chest. “that’s a good boy,” you murmur, giving him a peck on the cheek. 

you cradle his face with your palm and he nuzzles farther into the touch with a small hum. ignoring the squelch of cum below him, his eyelids flutter shut and you visibly feel him relax, exhaustion catching up with him.

“that’s a good boy.”

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The feminine urge to have someone rest their head on your shoulder because you have the overwhelming feeling to be needed and once again, the enormity of my desire disgusts me.

i think at this point, if someone hugged me i would cry

Kageyama flinched when Daichi’s hand came up while he was shouting at the team, and it immediately got everyone’s attention.

“Kageyama?” Suga asked quietly, resting a hand on Kageyama’s shoulder but the younger boy jerked away, scrambling backward and actually landing himself on the floor.

“Yamayama?” Hinata whispered quietly as he took a step closer to his teammate, bestfriend, and boyfriend. Daichi looked horrified at the hand he had raised then back at his Kohai.

“Kageyama, you need to breathe,” Suga explained as he knelt down in front of Kageyama. Daichi was scared but he left Hinata and Suga to try and handle it, beginning to usher the other team members out of the room, but that only seemed to upset him further.

“No! No I’m sorry! I’ll do better! I’ll try harder! Bench me!” Kageyama explained, looking absolutely horrified at so many of his teammates retreating away from him, walking away.

“You’re doing so much already Kageyama,” Suga whispered, while everyone else looked on in fear at cool and collected Kageyama having a seemingly panic attack on the gym floor.

“We’re not gonna bench you Yama...” Hinata soothed, running his hand up and down one of Kageyama’s thighs, while the other rubbed circles in his cheek. Suga carefully moved to rub his back as well.

“I’ll do better, please, I won’t be so rude, I’ll try harder...” Kageyama has still yet to make eye contact with his teammates as he cried , creating a wet spot on his jacket in his lap.

“Kageyama... I need you to come back, you’re panicking and it’s scaring us,” Suga tried to soothe but Kageyama only cried harder, pulling his knees to his chest, and sobbing into his arms.

“Hey, hey, hey, baby, listen to me, okay?” Hinata tried to divert Kageyama’s focus onto him. The taller let out a quiet whine but nodded.

“We’re all right here, and you’re doing so good, and we’re not gonna leave, okay? We know how much you have to offer and we want to see it happen okay?” Kageyama hiccuped and let himself relax slightly, only to begrudgingly hug Hinata, and as much as Tsukki wanted to tease, even he knew how to read a room, and right after or during a panic attack was not the time to be teasing. They let Kageyama breathe for a minute while he got back to normal. Hinata eventually designated himself to sit in Kageyama’s lap and the taller boy twisted his hands into Hinata’s white t-shirt, head resting against his chest.

After about ten minutes Kageyama’s breathing was back to normal and he took in one last deep breath before moving his head and turning his nose into Hinata’s neck before leaving a soft kiss on his collar bone.

“Hey ‘Yama...” Hinata whispered, “You back with us?” Kageyama nodded softly and everyone collectively let out a breath.

“Oh thank god,” Suga patted the middle of Kageyama’s back a couple of times before slowly standing. Hinata pressed a kiss to the top of Kageyama’s head before slowly beginning to pull away. Kageyama let out a sigh but let it happen. He didn’t look up at the team, and he didn’t let go of Hinata’s shirt.

Suga walked over to stand with Daichi, pecking his lips to try and dissipate his intense frown of internal frustration.

“Are you okay Kageyama?” Daichi asked firmly, though you could easily sense the self blame in his voice.

“Yeah... I’m sorry about that...” Kageyama muttered softly. Hinata cooed and pet his hair which caused a blush to spread across Kageyama’s face.

“Don’t apologize, I just want to know what that was about.” Kageyama took a deep breath and nodded, pulling his knees up again and rested his forehead on his arms.

“If you don’t wanna talk about it, you can just tell us what triggered it.” Suga suggested, Kageyama shook his head and looked up.

“No, you deserve to know, I just paused all of practice for God’s sake.” He huffed again, clearly trying to hype himself up.

“Of course we paused practice, our starting setter had a panic attack.” Kageyama let out a dry laugh at Tanaka’s words.

“Plus you’re kind of in the middle of the court, we couldn’t have continued even if we decided to be assholes.” Tsukishima pointed out, drawing a breathy laugh from Kageyama.

“Guess you’re right...” he uttered, rubbing at his face. Hinata pulled his hands away.

“Don’t do that, you don’t like when you’re face is itchy, and that’s what’ll happen if you do that.” Kageyama sighed and leaned into Hinata again.

“You really can just sit out today Kageyama,” Daichi insisted, worried for his youngest teammate.

“I will, but I’m also gonna tell you what’s going on,” Kageyama insisted back then sat up and blew some hair out of his face to look at his team.

“You guys know that I wasn’t exactly a good person in middle school, hence Tsukishima’s use of my old...” Kageyama trailer off, searching for the right word, “Nickname.” He decided, “Well, that’s not to say that I was emotionless. There was a time in my first year where Oikawa almost hit me, and for some reason, even though the events are years apart, the idea of a higher up swinging at me has always triggered the feeling of humiliation that came with being abandoned in my third year.” Kageyama explained, voice slowly getting quieter. Hinata kisses his temple and Kageyama let out a smile.

“That’s why when we started to walk away you panicked more...” Yamaguchi pointed out, stunned. Kageyama took a deep breath and nodded then rubbed his head.

“Alright, Kiyoko, do we have ibuprofen?” Daichi asked, looking to their manager. She nodded dutifully and took off toward the club room, closely followed by Yachi. Daichi turned back to Kageyama.

“I’m really sorry about that...” he muttered and Kageyama shook his head quickly.

“No, don’t worry about it. It’s not your fault,” he assured his captain as Hinata helped him up.

“It kind of is...” Daichi pointed out, gripping big his hand into a fist behind his back, wishing he’d never even raised a hand at his teammates at all.

“You didn’t do anything, I’m not convinced your muscles even wanted you to do anything, that’s my trauma, my issues, you have no control over how my brain processes things.” Kageyama practically growls at their captain. Daichi sighed but nodded and looked to Hinata.

“Do you want to keep practicing or walk Kageyama home?” He asked the bright boy, met with a bright grin.

“I’ll walk him home, but I wanna stay for practice!”

— FUSHIGURO MEGUMI + INUMAKI TOGE || THEM TURNING INTO BABIES/TODDLERS

↳ featuring : fushiguro megumi + inumaki toge from jujutsu kaisen

↳ warnings : grammar issues

↳ form : headcanons

↳ published : 13 february

↳ pronouns : non specified in headcanon

↳ request : hi! can i request megumi and inumaki got hit by a curse and turns into a baby? like, how are the reader going to take care of them and stuff. i’m sorry if this is confusing. thank you!

↳ barista’s notes : hey there! let me admit, i’m not really confident with this headcanon, so i do apologise if it isn’t up to your standards and it’s a really cute idea ʕ♡˙ᴥ˙♡ʔ but i hope you enjoy your cup of classic black coffee (jujutsu kaisen request!) and you are welcome to come back and order again ʕ •ᴥ•ʔゝ☆

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