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HUSKER IS TWEAKING OVER VAGGIE THROWING ANGEL IM ACTUALLY SOBBING
Huskerdust🔛🔝
Apple-Tinted Cheeks
Lucifer Magne x Afab! Reader≈ ` °
CW: Smut, use of strap, therefore afab!reader, Sub!Luci, Dom!reader, markings, darcryphilia, blood, use of master, no pronouns used, aftercare, begging, degredation, please inform me if I missed any!♡
Whimpers erupt from underneath your fast-moving frame as his eyeshadow runs down his apple-tinted cheeks, the makeup mixing with his oh so pretty tears, dropping onto the previously while pillow beneath him.
His backside is high in the air, his flushed, wet face stuffed into the soaked pillow beneath him, your strap relentlessly pounding into him. You hold his black wrists, pulling his ass irresistibly close to you, your hips hitting his already red backside while the pink, plastic cock stretches him out in a loving, perhaps, display of dominance and care.
"Oh- Ah! Hurts so- mmng- good, Master!" He keens pathetically, lustfully, his hands clawing into your own wrists while you keep your iron grip on his, refusing to let go even as blood trickles from his claws. You continue your brutal pace of punding into him, his own cock agonisingly hard against his stomach, cum already dripping down it and onto his plush pillow from his previous release, only mere minutes ago despite the fluttering feeling re-entering his stomach.
"Oh, I know, doing so, so well for me~" You slur seductively, leaning down so your bare chest is flush with his sweaty back. You lean down further, licking the bruises and crimson marking left on his porcelain skin. This was perfect. The King of Hell himself whimpering under you in a puddle of pillows and tears, his red ass claimed by your lust and your strap. The only thing that would make this better would be to have a clear view of his face, not having to wonder whether his tears made it look as ruined as his petite body.
"Slo- oh- ow down! Please! Ah!" He calls in a unbridled state of subspace, inching closer to the edge, his finish, with every swift thrist of the plastic cock, but he deserved this. After all, it was him who couldn't help himself from kissing your neck, who couldn't help himself from arching into your touch all day, teasing you while knowing you couldn't do jack shit. He knew what he was doing, ergo, this was a fit punishment.
"Do you not think you deserve this? After all you've done today, filthy slut." You degrade him, pushing his back even further down, getting an impossibility increadable angle to thrust into him, while also getting an increase in whines and gargled pleas. You could see the eyeshadow stains on the pillow, you could see his red ass, the scratches on his back, the bites and bruises on his shoulder and inner thighs. You saw everything, how ruined he was, and the fact that you caused this? Wow.
"No! I've- mmng- I've been go- od, ma- ah- ster!" He croaks out from the pillow, his voice nearly as ruined and used as his small body from copious amounts of moaning and screaming. It was hard to believe he truly thought he was good, by how bad and desperate he was acting lately, but something about the way he oleaded with you, begged you to believe he had no malice behind those pretty words, made you believe him.
You have no reply, simply watching in a state of pay per view as you absentmindedly ram your plastic cock into his gaping ass, his backside desperately trying to arch back and hump the silicone genital. His breath picked up substantially as you release his wrists, watching him immidietly sink his black claws into the sheets of the bed, ripping them in lustful ignorance. A pool of not only tears, but cum soon builds under him from his last release, only preparing him for the next release.
"Do you- do you deserve to cum?" You breathe out finally, your vision becoming hazy with heat and fatigue, the musk and warmth of sex lingering in the master bedroom. The bed rocked with each increasingly lazy thrust, Lucifer beginning to arch into the strap even more to keep the pleasure at it's highest, pushing his face into his pillow before turning to to the side, looking at you from the corner of his eye while you observe one half of his ruined face.
"Mmng! Yes! Plea- ah- se! Let me cum, Master!" He practically screeches, keening at your hips coming into contact with his backside, eyes rolling into the back of his head, despite you hardly doing anything anymore. Oh, how much he loved your approval. He'd rut into your leg, finishing on your boot and licking off his own cum as long as you permitted him to, the high and mighty King of Hell falling once more, now, into your clutch.
You simply nod at him, immidietly hearing him scream out 'master' as he finishes for a final time, his body falling limp.ahainst the leg and yours following soon.
Panting slightly, you get up, pulling out of him and shushing him gently as he let's out a whine over oversrimulation. You take off the strap, throwing it somewhere in the pongy room before leaning down once again, trailing kisses from Luci's cheek all the way down to his stomach, hearing him chuckle weakly.
"So, so good for me, baby.." You murmur against his sweaty chest, rubbing his back while slowly flipping him over.
"Shower?" You ask, to which he meekly shakes his head. Sighing, you reach down to the side of the bed, picking up a random discarded piece of clothing and wiping off his stomach and thighs, kissing the rosy apples of his cheeks gently with each wipe. He quickly falls asleep, mumbling something about 'goodnight, darling' before he does, leaving your grip and falling into the just as gentle arms of sleep, smiling as he dreams of you.
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RUFF RUFF, ARRSHDJDJWNF
brain rot♡
what month is it?
it's maRCH🫡-
how are you?
Bored
Angel Luci lol
Slow Mornings
mornings are slow, even when in Hell
A low purring was the first thing you heard once you woke, that and the shuffling of covers beneath twitching wings and claws. You looked out the window, the red Sun peering through it gently, casting a crimson hue over the hotel room, and over Husker.
He slept with one furry arm draped around your waist, his snout pressed into your shoulder as he breathed in and out softly, in time with his purrs. You smirked at him slightly, bringing an arm up to his head to scratch in between his ears softly, seeing(and feeling) him curl up into your side further whilst his purring increased. Eventually, one of his eyes cracked open gingerly, looking up at you as the morning dawned on him.
"'S Monday, huh?.." He asked groggily, groaning at your silence and pushed his snout further into your shoulder, his ears flattening against his head carefully, just as soft as his arms which came up to hug around your chest drowsily. His wings fluffed up softly, both of them acting as a duvet- a duvet covered in feathers and suits of cards.
"Softy.." You chuckled sleepily, which turned into soft giggles as he growled playfully, if admittedly tired. You could feel his sharp tounge dart out quickly, (literal) kitten licks coming to your collar bone.
Slow mornings were always nice, a gleeful rest from the fast-paced world outside of you both. Through kisses and cuddles, it came slow, even on a Monday.
me and Husker rn
This belongs to @neiveel3llson not you
REQUESTS ARE OPEN!
My requests are open! I will take anything that I've specified on my info page!
Yipee!
Lost Loves
Reunited in Hell.
You didn't expect to end up in Hell. It's something that just never occurred to you, that despite your praying, begging for forgiveness, youd still end up rotting with everyone else. You'd helped your husband in his murders, you'd still help him, have he not been shot.
You wandered curiously through Hell, looking at a porn store, an already mugged store and weapons store that crossed your way while you walked through the streets like it were normal. There was chaos all around you, it felt like every two seconds someone's head was lobbed off in a gruesome way. You continued to walk through the crimson streets of Hell before something caught your eye, a small group of sinners all huddled up around a smaller store, or what looked like a store.
Your curiosity got the best of you, dragging you into the front of the small group, murmuring apologies or simply pushing past those who chose to ignore you. It was a radio, a modern looking one at that, similar to one you had in your own home, which you'd always listen to your husbands radio show on. Then something struck you, the radio wasn't the only familiar thing about this scene. The voice, the grating, static-filled voice. Youd recognise it anywhere. Alastor..
You listened in intently, rudely sushing any murmur or whisper among the crowd you'd trudged your way into. You smiled manically upon just listening to his voice for more than two minutes. Frantically, you grasped onto the shoulders of the hell-goer closes to you, a gatsby woman. She was short and pudgy, but undeniably pretty.
"Where does he live?" You asked with the most amount of kindness you could muster, despite your excitement.
"The radio demon? He's residin' at his radio hut, why?" The woman asked, hands on her hips. You bit a scowl at hearing the woman refer to your deceased husband as a demon, but you kept your composure.
"Take me there!" You said breathlessly with a grin, gripping the short woman's shoulders harshly, making her shrug them off.
"And what's in it fa' me?" She asks, looking at you from the side of her eye, tilting her head slightly with a bored look on her face.
"I'll put in a good word for you." The first offer, and undeniably the best. A cocky grin came to her face as she took you hand, shaking it slowly, beginning to drag you down the street. You saw a small lodge at the end of the street, decrepit but sturdy. Minimalistic. It came closer with every long stride, making you grin. You were so close to seeing your husband again, a mere stride away.
You missed the next few seconds of your life- well, death, only truly in your own mind again when you were face-to-face with your husband, his hands gripping your arms tightly. He was scared of leaving you, again. You looked into his newly red eyes, his paler skin, his red hair, everything about him. Even his new features. His deer ones, fitting.
"I've missed you, love.." You murmured breathlessly, a small, teary smile on your face. The small woman had gone, leaving nothing in her wake. It was just you and your husband, the hotel was silent, apart from your small sniffles and the static coming from your husband. Your husband.
"Oh my darling.. I never meant to leave you.." He cooes with a large grin on his face, bearing his sharp, yellow teeth.
Both of you leaned into one another, soft bleating coming from Alastor's throat as your lips connected for what felt like the first time in a millenia.
You held his hand in yours desperately, feeling a cold metal on your finger. His wedding ring, he never took it off. It didn't fit his aesthetic, the silver contrasting his outside drastically, but he'd kept it on.
"You kept it on.." You murmured against his lips happily, feeling him cup your face.
"I was waiting for you, darling.." He cooed yet again, leaning down with a large grin but, it was comforting. Soft.
"I love you.." A chorus of two voices, filled with a heavenly love and devotion to one another, pure love.
This belongs to @nieveel not you
I might start writing for Hazbin Hotel bc I hs watched the episodes and I love Rosie bc she's based on Dolly Levi😭
Barnaby. B. Beagle Drabble
Platonic child!reader ≈` *
Requested by @pastel-pandoll
"Barnaby?"
"Yea, kid?" His heavy accent runs thick as he looks at the much smaller puppet from his spot on balancing on a ball.
"Why do you do what you do?" The small child puppet asks softly, looking down while kicking the felt grass which surrounded their shoes.
"Don't you get.. bored?" They asked in an even softer tone, almost like they were scared to hurt the large dogs feelings.
"'Course not, kid!" The large dog exclaims, jumping off the ball haphazardly, niether him nor the child puppet questioning and it just.. rolls down the hill. Out of sight, out of reach.
"Why d'ya ask?" He put his large, blue paws on his uncovered hips, his body easily towering over the smaller puppet.
"I guess I just can't imagine doing the same thing.. forever." The child reveals, solemly looking off as the sunshine covered ball rolls down the grassy hill. They lived in a practical paradise. An artificial one.
"Barnaby?"
"Yea, kid?"
"I'm bored."
Hello! I saw you were doing Drabble requests and I was wondering if I could request some HCs of being (Welcome Home) Barnaby’s child? Sorryhesmycomfortcharacterahhhhh
Hope you are having a fun day!
Ofcourse, thank u for the request <3
Sam and Max HC
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Sam, who whines in his sleep when you arent with him, clutching onto pillows and blankets to find you in the mass of 3 bodies and duvets.
Max, who can't sleep without you there, whether he has the other or not, Max who needs you at all times, to be his and Sam's pillar.
Sam, who needs you to play poker, his poker face being a flustered smile, or maybe, he's just looking at you.
Max, who will talk your ears off, loving the time even if you drift off or pay him no notice, just having you there. Listening.
Sam, who would drive you anywhere, whether he needs the DeSoto or not. The.. growling DeSoto.
Max, who can't be trusted to drive, laying over yours or Sam's laps gleefully, living his happy little life.
Sam, who would spoil you and Max to no end, as much as he bank account will let him, which is quite alot, considering what they do to criminals. (They steal their wallets)
Max, who loves being spoiled by you and/or Sam, and repays you both in genuine, non aggressive love, no matter what he holds his standards about love to.
Max, who cries when you or Sam beat him in poker. (he eats his own cards.)
Sam, who sulks when you beat him in poker, before you let him have a pity win. (He also lets Max eat his cards.)
Max, who will jump onto your shoulders, just to give you a 'passionate' he bites you kiss.
Sam, who nuzzles his wet nose into yours and licks your cheek, sleeping over your lap, showing genuine passion for your shared relationship.
They, who love you as much as they could. They, who have never loved anyone as much as they love you and eachother. They, who would do anything for you, anything.
Sam and Max Nightmare HCs
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You have a Nightmare:
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• Typically, when you 3 actually make it to bed and not the couch, Sam and you will sleep next to eachother while Max sprawls over you both in some overly complicated position- in which he's usually clinging onto you with his feet in poor Sam's face.
• Despite this though, when you begin to writhe or groan in your sleep, Sam always wakes up first. Perhaps it's because of his heightened senses, or his sight of fear, or just Max sleeping like a f*ckin' cow-
• Sam comforts you immidiently, or- the closest he can get to immidiently in his exhausted state, slinging his arms around you gently and putting his nose next to your cheek, prodding the soft skin with his wet, leather nose expectantly, trying to wake you up.
"Y/N.. Y/N, buddy, wake up, you're having a worse nightmare than a ginger in sunny Senegal strapped to a loung-"
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
• He seems to always get cut off by Max screaming bloody murder, which wakes you up, either because of the screaming or Max's jumping on you, landing on your chest full force. He does this because one more sudden writhe from you wakes him, because he's spoiled.
• No matter what though, they both really do care and try their best to lull you back to sleep. Try. It seems to come especially hard to Max, who smothers you with a pillow until Sam holds him up in the air, all 3 of you panicking for some reason while screaming.
Max has a nightmare:
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• He just doesn't get the chance to have nightmares. He is such a deep sleeper but as soon as he feels the slightest bit uncomfortable or chilly or too warm or- he wakes up. Screaming.
• It's close to being a nightly occurance, living in the city and all. To get Max to stay asleep during the night, you'd need to make him sleep in an asylum.
"3, 2, 1-"
"3, 2, 1-"
"AHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"Good morning Max."
"Morning, little buddy."
• He's such a brat about it aswell, making both you and Sam stay in bed to talk or coddle(yes, I meant to put coddle) him until he's ready to go.
• He actually gets in a massive strop in you don't aswell. He'll huff and puff and complain how you don't love him with his two arms over his chest while he glares.
• He wouldn't do anything though, he hates the entire world as a whole, not you and Sam. Never has been and, hopefully(really, we don't know if he'll ever turn on you two), never will.
• But to conclude things, he's just never really had a nightmare. He's just really annoying and childish, you and Sam love him though, screams and all.
Sam has a nightmare:
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• Sam is the one who rarely has nightmares, but when he does, they're always serious. He dreams about his insecurities, and the worst case scenario that could ever happen because of them.
• A frequent thing he has nightmares about is his weight. It's not like he's obese or overweight, but he would be considered 'fat' in some people's eyes, which makes him less inclined to run or do sports in general. He doesn't like that. Especially when compared to you and whatever you do or Max and his quick paced, undeniable shenanigans.
• He's really still when having a nightmare but not quiet, mumbling and whining out to his hearts unpleasant content. It usually wakes you and Max up, you up because- well- you care, and it wakes Max up because the noise annoyed him. You make sure to cover his mouth before he can scream though.
"Ah- I'll.. no.. I'll put off the weight.. I-"
*muffled screaming*
"Sam, doggy, wake up.."
• When he does wake up, he always feels bad for waking you and Max up, and tries to joke his way out of things before being cuddled by you and Max, with you making sure Max doesn't try anything whilst Sam is in this vulnerable state.
• He'll never tell you about the nightmare though, I'm sure that by time he does wake up, you have a good idea to do with what it was about.
• He'll just sit there as you pamper him, patting Max's head like a nefarious super villain with his cat. He always ends up feeling loved and blushy by time morning rolls around through, he can't help it.
"Well, darn, you two have made me happy as a midget in the kids clothes section."
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(Made by neiveel3llson, not you.)
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Characters I write for:
DC:
Bruce Wayne
Dick Greyson
Jason Todd
Tim Drake
Older!Damian Wayne (romantic)
Damian Wayne (platonic)
Batfam (platonic)
Sam & Max: Freelance Police
Sam (the detective dog)
Max (the rambunctious rabbit)
Welcome Home!:
Wally Darling
Julie Joyful
Barnaby B. Beagle
Poppy Partridge
Frank Frankly
Sally Starlet
Eddie Dear
Howdy Pillar
The Amazing Digital Circus:
Caine
Pomni
Jax
Ragatha
Gangle
Kinger
Zooble
Bubble
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles:
Leonardo (2012)
Donatello (2012)
Raphael (2012)
Michalangelo (2012)
Leonardo (Rise)
Donatello (Rise)
Raphael (Rise)
Michelangelo (Rise)
Obey Me(OG! + NB):
Lucifer
Mammon
Leviathan
Satan
Asmodeus
Beelzebub
Belphegor
Diavolo
Barbatos
Simeon
Mestopho
Thirteen
Rapheal
Luke(strictly platonic)
Hazbin Hotel:
Alastor Altruist
Lucifer Magne
Valentino
Vox
Husker
Angel Dust
Sir Pentious
Helluva Boss:
Blitzø
Stolas
Stolitz
Fizzarolli
Asmodeus
Fizzmodeus
Striker
Chaz
Barbie Wire
Cult of the Lamb:
Lambert
Leshy
Heket
Kallamar
Shamura
Narinder
Slashers:
Micheal Myers
Micheal Myers(RZ)
Jason Vorhees
Freddy Krueger
Charles Lee Ray
Chucky^
Billy Loomis
Stu Macher
Billy + Stu
Billy Lenz
Bubba Sawyer
Thomas Hewitt
Leslie Vernon
Hannibal Lecter
Asa Emory
Nubbins Sawyer
Chop-Top Sawyer
Bo(Bauregard lol) Sinclair
Vincent Sinclair
Lester Sinclair
Pennywise(1990)
Pennywise(2017)
What I will do:
One Shots
Headcannons
Fluff
Incorrect Quotes
Angst
Smut (in some cases)
LGBTQ+
What I will not do:
Smut (in underage characters or asexual characters)
Trans (Either character or reader. My reasoning for this is that I know noone who is trans and I have no experience with it, I don't want to offend anyone if I accidently use a harmful stereotype or wrong information.)
Incest
R*pe
S/A (I have had trauma from S/A so please forgive me for not wanting to write about it even out of context)
Stories
(Intense) Yandere
Alfred: I didn’t even realize how sarcastic I was being. It’s starting to become a problem, I believe.
Dick: I lost Damian.
Y/N: How did you LOSE Damian?!
Dick: To be fair, he is very small.
Bruce: Did you have to stab them?
Jason: You weren’t there. You didn’t hear what they said to me.
Bruce: What did they say?
Jason: "What are you going to do, stab me?"
Bruce: That’s fair.
Y/N: *screaming while holding something large.*
Dick: *Chasing Y/N, screaming at them to not throw the large object.*
Jason: *Crouching at the car window, begging Damian not to call Bruce.*
Dispatcher: 911, what's your emergancy?
Tim: We locked our baby brother in the car and people are judging us!
*Comments under an image of a really hot knife cutting bread*
Jason: Imagine stabbing someone with this knife.
Tim: It would instantly cauterize the wound, so the person wouldn't bleed, so it's not very useful.
Y/N: if you want information it is
Dick: why would you STAB a person when you can have TOAST?
Jason: What are you talking about Dick? You love it here!
Dick: I'm not sure I do, I think I've just developed Stockholm syndrome.
Damian: You need to be more careful!
Bruce, who was dragged into Damian's issue: Careful? CAREFUL?! I'LL CAREFULLY WRAP MY HANDS AROUND YOUR THROAT-
Damian: Wow. I keep stepping on a lot of crunchy twigs.
Y/N: Those are bones, Damian.
Damian: *looks straight up* Not if I never look down.
Bruce: Yeah, I find it quite emotional. In like a cool way.
Alfred: Sir, did you just say it makes you cry in a cool way?
Damian: But what about Y/N?
Jason: Don't worry about them.
Jason: I once watched them fall down 5 flights of stairs, stand up, and keep eating their hotdog like nothing happened.
Tim: Your problem is that you’ve got no common sense.
Y/N: I’ve got plenty of common sense!
Y/N: I just choose to ignore it.
*Playing house with Damian and Jon.*
Jason, at Jon: You're my significant other.
Jon: Yeah I am!
Jason, at Dick: You're my child.
Dick: *Rolls eyes* Yes boss.
Jason, at Tim: You're my bitch.
Tim: Yeah I am- wait, what?
Jason, at Y/N: My bestie.
Y/N: Naturally.
Jason, Damian: HA, GAY!
Damian: Fuck you.
Alfred: And then they ran into my knife. They ran into my knife ten times.
Bruce: You mean you stabbed them?
Alfred: They ran into my knife, sir.
Bruce: Breaking News, Dick has disappointed us.
Tim: Why do you look like that?
Damian, laying face-first on the floor: Like what?
Tim: Like you’re dead.
Damian: It’s because I’m dying. Leave me here to perish.
Alfred: Young master Damian accidentally called Y/N “babe” in front of everyone today.
Damian: *sobs into the floor*
Alfred: *Turns on the kitchen light*
Y/N: *Sitting at the table, eating bread*
Alfred: It’s four in the morning, young master.
Y/N: Turn the light back off.
Bruce: This is a judgement free zone.
*Pulls out a knife the size of their forearm*
Bruce: And I mean it.
Tim: Well you see, the explanation is perfectly simple and scientific. It was because shut up. Shut up is why.
Y/N: Listen, in the wild wild west there is always a woman in the saloon and nobody messes with her even though they all have guns.
Dick: That's because she's a prostitute.
Bruce: Tim, why are you crying?
Tim: This book is so sad!!
Bruce, picking it up: But this is my diary-
Dick: Can we talk about that mass email you sent?
Y/N: Why? It was important.
Dick: All it says is, "I'm back on my shit".
Damian, shrugging: The people need to know.
Y/N, to Jason: You're starting to forget your Spanish. You don't practice.
Jason: Lo siento. Estoy embarazada.
Y/N: You just told me you're pregnant.
Damian: Congratulations Jason, you're glowing!
Y/N: If we were in prison you guys would be like my bitches.
*When Y/N and Jason were young and new.*
Bruce: Where the devil is Alfred?
Y/N: Well, it is raining outside... Maybe he melted?
Tim: Shall I look outside for a pointy hat?
Jason: Thanks for opening my message and not responding.
Y/N: All good bro, any time.
Jason: Fuck you.
Damian, over radio: Testing. Testing. Bruce, can you hear me?
Bruce, standing next to Damian: I’m standing right here.
Damian: You’re coming through good and loud.
Bruce: ‘Cause I’m standing right here.
Alfred: Perhaps, the true treasure was friendship all along. Although, I hope not, because I cannot spend friendship on new suits.
Damian: You wanna fight?! You got one!
Y/N: Okay! *raises fists*
*Bruce runs in, scoops Y/N up in their arms, and runs away carrying them because he just didnt want them to fight. Yet.*
Damian:
Damian: What?
Y/N: Any questions?
Dick: Uh, yeah, WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?
Y/N: Uh, a plan, duh...
Damian: Dick, chill, I know it’s weird, but Y/N has a point.
Dick:
Dick: THAT WAS LITERALLY A PONY DOODLE WITH A HAT!!
*Alternatively*
Joker: Any questions?
Y/N: Uh, yeah, WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?
Joker: Uh, a plan, duh...
Harley: Y/N, chill, I know it’s weird, but Joker has a point.
Y/N:
Y/N: THAT WAS LITERALLY A PONY DOODLE WITH A HAT!!
Bruce, answering the phone: Hello?
Damian: It’s Damian.
Bruce: What did they do this time?
Damian: No, it’s me, Damian. It’s actually me.
Bruce: What did you do this time?
Dick: Everyone thinks you suck.
Joker: I think you have the wrong number…
Dick: Damian?
Joker: Nope. Joker.
Dick: Well, you probably suck too…
Y/N: When I first met you, I thought you were weird and annoying.
Tim: And?
Y/N: And you are.
My mum did not js tell me she's gonna be going out so I gotta drive to the shop to get food, IVE NOT GOT A DRIVERS LICENCE TF😭
.. They walked away from me slowly
And suddenly the thought of dieing craned its ugly head once again.
I've got the highest grades in my, rather good, school, but you ask me to spell anything out loud i very quickly lower my intelligence to that of a 2 year old child.