#thank you 💕💕

[magniloquent-raven]

Harringrove 😬🧸 and 💦 (since the breakup)

hey! 🥰 yall are getting tiny ficlets instead of blurbs because i have no self control lmfao especially when it comes to writing billy and his feelings

😬 confessing their feelings + 🧸 exes with feelings + 💦 sleeping together for the first time

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He's just getting this out of his system.

That's what Billy keeps telling himself.

It's a closure thing.

He can get one last orgasm from Steve, knowing it'll be the last. He can savor it, memorialize it, commit every bead of sweat and tiny sound to memory, and then move on knowing he got everything he could from whatever this thing between them was.

Last time was a quickie in the backroom of Family Video, and Billy left before either of them said a word to each other, if he'd known...

He digs blunt fingertips into Steve's sweat-slick back. They can't get any closer, but he tries anyway, ignoring the sting of future rugburn forming on his chest where Steve's carpet of hair has been rubbing against his skin.

"Billy..." Steve says, warm and close, his nose brushing Billy's temple. He sounds fond and teasing, like he knows—

He knows nothing. There's nothing to know.

Billy turns his head, licking into Steve's mouth and stopping any dumb shit from coming out of it.

It's a bad distraction. Not because it doesn't work, Steve kisses him back with enthusiasm, but because it hurts. Billy's chest cracks open, and a terrible, wounded noise rips from his throat.

It must startle Steve. He jerks away, eyes going wide, but stopping is even worse than starting, because the second Billy's lips aren't occupied he gasps—

"I love you."

Steve goes very still.

Regret hits Billy like a bag of bricks. He's buried under it, choking on the dust. He needs out. Away. The wall he tried to build collapsed on him and he can't let Steve see the wreckage.

He shoves Steve off him and scurries back in one clumsy movement, panic making his limbs heavy, his fingers numb.

Steve catches his wrist. "Wait."

"Let go."

"You said you didn't want...y'know."

"I don't."

"So you don't want me to tell you I love you too?"

It's Billy's turn to freeze. Tears prickle at his eyes. "No," he says quietly.

There's a determined, defiant tilt to Steve's chin. "Well, too bad. Because I do."

A dozen retorts rattle Billy's teeth, and he grinds molars, trying to swallow them back. He doesn't know what he's supposed to say right now, but he knows nothing that's coming to mind should come out of his mouth.

"Billy." His voice is doing that soft, mushy thing again, and he scoots closer, sheets wrinkling around his bare legs. "I love you."

It hurts. Like it hurt when Steve kissed him. Like it hurt the first time he did something stupidly romantic for Billy, out of the blue, laced their fingers together while they were sharing a cigarette at the quarry. They were sitting on the hood of Steve's car, bathed in sunset orange, and Billy couldn't stand how picturesque it all was.

He takes Billy's hand again now, slipping down his wrist into his palm. This time Billy lets him.

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[khihi]

Have these two.

it's them <3

[sapphire-wine]

I love your vibes ♡

Is this because of the Miles dick riding post

[mint-ty]

Hi 😁 I am here for my picture 💚💚

you're vibes are very much a wolf pup in snow 🐺❄️ (there's a lot of yarn and trinkets in that den behind you 😆)

[loveshotzz]

kicking my feet and twirling my hair when I saw you posting again🤭😍

you guys are being so sweet 😭

[eddywoww]

It was hard to pick what I was most curious about for the emoji ask, but I’ve managed to narrow it down to three! 🎢❌🛠️

Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

Impressionable young minds, without a doubt. It’s easily the most emotionally damaging thing I’ve ever put time into

What trope would you never write?

Not really sure. I like to explore most things. I guess maybe established relationships? But even then, I write those all the time, so I’m not sure it counts. Maybe it’s because I write them for series that already exist. Idk if I would drop into a story with an established relationship

What tools/programs/apps do you use to write?

I use scrivener on my phone and word on my laptop!

[rxkuyo]

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[sheetghxst]

hi!! happy new year, hope your 2025 is amazing, i'm glad we met 💜💜

(no pressure to respond, i just wanted to wish you :D)

Hiii!! Happy New Year!! And Thank you so much!! I hope your 2025 is too!!

Thank you for reaching out!! Im also very happy we met :)

[strwrs]

too smart for us mere mortals <33

ANON, YOU’RE SO SWEET 🥺💕

confess something you’ve thought about me on anon

[lewistoferrari]

Once you get this, you have to say five things you like about yourself, publicly. Then you have to send this to ten of your favourite followers (positivity is cool~)🌈🌈

my lips

my voice (i sound like my sister and my mother and no one can tell our voices apart unless they see us face to face 🤭)

the fact that i’m always right when i start to get suspicious of something or someone

my personality

my writing 🙂‍↕️

[hexxedcore]

18+ MDNI

my head is completely empty thinking of jayce pumping you full of his seed.

gripping you by the hips, bending you over his workbench in a position so lewd sky would probably resign should she have the misfortunate of witnessing you both. thrusts sloppy and shuddering because there is one goal in his mind and that is giving you the family you want.

you want a baby? he’s on it. you want your pussy stuffed with his cock? well, consider it done.

this is a man who is willing to go to any lengths for you.

this is a man who is drunk in the grace of your sprawled out form on his desk, which is currently taking priority over any hextech invention that is due in the presence of the council in hours to come. each shuddering breath and lift of your hips to meet his girthy cock halfway.

and he will never let you doubt that.

[idkbutimgabby]

THANK YOU GUYS!!

i just want to say thank you guys so much for the interaction on my first fic... it came in so quickly and was honestly a lot more than I was expecting. Thank you guys so much for the likes and reblogs on my stuff, and I'm working on another couple fics to be released soon!

[karta-ri]

watch closely everyone, i’m going to show you how to kill a god

[crepuscularqueens]

tell me more about tropic morning news?!

thank you! tropic morning news is some sort of vague magic au, but not outright if that makes sense? it's still set in basically the same time period and place. jack is sort of kind of prescient, but rarely usefully and all his premonitions are very undefined. the fic begins with him have one that he can tell means something disastrous is going to hapoen soon. him anne and max are already in their messy little triad, but it's slightly more harmonious than they are in the show.

flint does some sort of ritual to try to bring thomas back from the dead but instead he opened a door to the afterlife or hell (however you want to view it) and silver came strolling through.

whether silver is a demon or a lost soul or something is up to interpretation, and there's a strong implication that max and him already know each other/know that whatever they are it's the same

Jack sat upright in the crowded bed, his limbs still half tangled in Anne’s, though she was still sleeping too heavily cradled against Max to have been disturbed. With practiced silence, he extricated himself from the bed, quietly padding out of the room, wrapping himself in one of Max’s discarded silky dressing gowns as he left. A sense of foreboding gnawed at his stomach as he descended the staircase, thankful he’d woken at the right time where it was blissfully quiet in the brothel, patrons and girls alike clear of the floor.

Moving behind the bar and grabbing a bottle and a cup Jack hoped was decently clean (he gave it a sniff to be sure, nothing offensive stuck out at him), he uncorked the bottle and made to pour it before gentle hands removed it from his grip.

“That will not help,” Max’s firm voice chided him, and he nearly jumped if he weren’t so used to her sneaking up on him like that.

“Would it kill you to allow me a moment alone with my thoughts,” he replied, exasperated but lacking any real heat. She only shot him a knowing look, to which he sighed and leaned heavily against the counter, “Yes, alright, I know it won’t help. You are, of course, correct.”

“What did you see?” she asked, shrewdly sizing him up, always with the eyes that seemed like they were seeing right through him, like she knew him better than he knew himself, which was deeply uncomfortable.

“Have I ever mentioned that I hate it when you do that?” Jack was pinching his brow between his thumb and forefinger, trying unsuccessfully to stave off the impending headache.

[man-made-misery]

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