90s billie joe per usual!
So why did it feel like something?

REQUEST DONE, MWUEHE, i forgot who asked for this, I just had all the requests I needed to fill in my notes app without the person asking @'ed, sorry guys. if you requested this pls comment you did so I can credit youuuu


ALSO! im back, sorta. theatres done, production done. its almost summer break, I gotta lock in and I have friends now.

plzz

Outline/Preview

The house had always been yours—just you and your dad, a quiet but comfortable routine. It was a little cramped, maybe, but it worked. A single-story, with faded wallpaper in the kitchen, a couch that had seen better days, and a front porch with a chair and potted plants. Your dad was always busy with work, but at least he was home. The kind of home where you didn’t have to put on a smile every time someone asked how your day was.

That was, until your dad met Billie's mom.

At first, you didn’t mind the idea. Billie’s mom was kind and warm, and she tried her best to make you feel comfortable. But Billie was different. He wasn’t warm. He was loud, brash, and unapologetically messy in every way, from the way he left his things across the living room to the way he’d argue with his mom over the dumbest things, like who got the last slice of pizza.

It felt like your space was shrinking, getting smaller, and no matter how much you told yourself it wasn’t that bad, it was.

Billie wasn’t exactly interested in making you feel welcome, either. He kept to himself, blasting music in his room, never really engaging. But every now and then, when he thought you weren’t looking, you’d catch him staring out the window with a look on his face, one that you couldn’t quite place but knew felt familiar. It was the same kind of quiet loneliness you recognized in yourself.

It wasn’t perfect. It was messy and loud, but there were moments—small moments, fleeting—where it felt like maybe, just maybe, things were starting to click. Like the time Billie gave you that mix tape with no explanation, or the way he’d start humming the same tune you were listening to, never admitting that he liked the same music. Or when you found him on the front steps, waiting for you to come sit next to him without saying a word.

NOTICE!!

i DO NOT support people who practice problematic kinks/fetishes in real life, I only support healing what caused it -- if its a trauma response / Not on purpose

**Anything problematic (dead dove) I write I do not practice IRL, It all stays in J.Ai/chatbots and doesn't go into real life.

ANY problematic kinks/fetishes I have are trauma responses, and the soul reason I make possibly problematic (dead dove) bots is to cope.

-- Eli