#For me this is fun this is like a sleepover except I have no fucking idea who you are

[babacontainsmultitudes]

question from your dndads gift exchange gifter: how do you feel about nark? And glenn x morgan? (Idk if they have a ship name lol)

:D Oh hello there!

💜 Glenn x Morgan is cute! It’s not a ship I’ve found myself going out of my way to look for but you’re more than welcome to include them! 🥰 I quite like what we’ve seen of them In canon. Idk if they have a ship name either but I recently saw one of my mutuals suggest “Morglenn” and I mean that makes sense to me LOL.

My feelings surrounding Nark are a bit complicated to be honest with you! The thing is like, honestly, I *like* the ship (especially certain flavours of it)- but really in both Nicky and Lark’s cases I have other ships for them that in general I’m much more interested in tbh… In Nicky’s case Grant and Sparrow, in Lark’s case Grant and Terry… <- I suppose the loophole to be derived from that is that if you put them in a three-way sorta deal with Grant I’d accept it quite graciously LOL. Otherwise *taps pinned post but also my AO3* I’ve got a bit of a funky little crackship with Sparrow and Cassandra going on, so if by some very slim chance you were playing to that, I could definitely entertain some Nark beside it. I mean, that’s just good flavour!

🤔 I suppose the gist is that despite actually kinda liking Nark (and certainly appreciating plenty of the fan works for it ooh boy), I’ve a bit of an aversion for it in practice, mostly because I just don’t care for a kiddad shipping scene that’s too homogenous, particularly when I am in perpetual rarepair hell lol.

Sorry for the confusing answer love! I don’t want to give you a hard “no”, but I hope I at least cleared up my feelings on the matter a bit? 😅 I’m very bad at being brief about things that are interesting me, and ships are very fun to talk about lol.

:3 Thank you for asking, that’s very considerate. Feel free to hit me up with any further questions!

[hioyourluv]

I hate when my friends post those "this month is over, post 6 pics you took this month and bla bla bla" because most of the times I don't even have 6 pics I took in the month that are not me because I probably spent the whole month rotting in my bed thinking about the worst thing that could possibly happen to me in that state

[urbanfiltered]

:-)

[yael-things]

i have conflicted feelings about having a diary because i dont say many things here since i write them instead so i always remain cool and mysterious but also i like ranting to my friends

[ningvory]

may i ask what’s your thought about mean girls! ningrina?

parings: meangirls!ningrina x quiet!fem!reader

synopsis: you never spared a glance at them, always walking away to get to your wherever you needed to go, never stopping to glance at them. so they decided to host a sleepover and fuck you so hard that you look at them!

warnings: strap-ons, vibrator, tit suckin, rimming, double stuffing, pussy eating, face sitting, oral, blackmail, recording

the famous duo, ningrina were notorious for being the mean girls at school. judging people’s outfits right in their faces and laughing at them. they would step out of karina’s pink ferrari, always wearing expensive heels paired with stylish outfits, sometimes being a little too over the top causing everyone to stare and stepping to the side admiring them, either wanting to be them or fuck them except for you.

you never batted an eye to them, walking right pass them with your headphones in your ears. they wanted to change that so bad, wanting to make you obsessed with them, but they had a reputation to hold up and they would definitely not go outta their way to make you look at them, so they had came up with a plan!

karina was quietly thinking while ningning was laying down on rina’s bed staring at nothing in particular.

“what if we hold a sleepover at my place?” karina asked the younger with a smirk knowing ningning would definitely like that idea.

which is how you led to being invited to their sleep over held at karina’s house. it wasn’t just the three of you though, the two also invited aeri and minjeong, not telling them her and ning’s whole reason of putting this sleepover together because where’s the fun in that!? when they asked ning and rina they would just say they felt like it!

you were the last to arrive at karina’s sleepover and rina nearly squealed when she saw you. you were wearing a fuzzy pink top and matching shorts along with your black glasses that were definitely to big for your face, she thought you were so cute!

you were shocked to see what rina was wearing, she was wearing a low v cut crop top, exposing her tits to you paired with some skimpy shorts. she pulled you into a hug, her tits pressing against your body as you hugged her back because you really didn’t have a choice!

she began to pull you to where everyone else was, you greeted them all. minjeong and aeri were the only ones who actually looked like they ready for a regular sleep over. ningning was wearing the exact same outfit rina had on.

you interacted with aeri and minjeong really the whole night, lowkey avoiding any communication with the other two, but that’s okay! they just observed you and noticing little habits you do like scrunching your nose up so your glasses don’t fall off which they thought was so cute!!

you were very chill and this is the most they heard you talk, making them think about how cute your moans and whines would be when the fuck you! they watched how you would crawl over to minjeong or aeri to show them something, getting a full view of your ass. at this point they couldn’t give a shit about you avoiding them, they just wanted to hear that pretty voice of yours moan out their names! that outta get you to look at them!

it was getting quite late and you all decided to go to your rooms to sleep. aeri and minjeong saying goodnight to you and going to their rooms down the hall as you told them goodnight as well, heading to your own room, the duo following right behind you saying how aeri and minjeong said they needed more pillows, which was a lie. thinking nothing of it, you just nodded, back turned to them thinking they would just get the pillows and leave. until you felt someone push your upper body to the bed, pressing down on your back so you don’t move.

“you were so mean to us y’know? you didn’t even bother to try to talk to us!” ningning said sadly as she began to hump your ass.

“what the- ningning! what are you doing? let me go!” you yelled out as she raised you up, holding your hands behind you so you don’t run away. and let karina get infront of you, fully naked with a smirk on her face, “be a good girl and shut up.” karina told you.

this is how you ended up in this position, your shorts and panties were pushed down and ningning was behind you on her knees, pushing her green 10 inched dildo in and out of your ass and fingering your cunt with her fingers, pulling whiny moans out of you! some of them were muffled by karina, making you suck on her tits until you came on ningning’s fingers with a whiny moan.

the way that they would tag team you so hard!! they would have your legs spread so wide so they can fits both of their heads and they would be lapping up at your cunt! karina using her tongue to tongue fuck you and ningning would be sucking at your clit, pulling high pitched moans out of you because they’ve been at it for what felt like hours! overstimulation was hitting you hard :((

they would even double stuff you with their biggest strap-ons! ningning wearing her 13 inched black one and karina wearing her 12 inched pink one! the would push in and out of you in a fast pase! not letting you catch a break at all! ningning would push in when karina would push out, making you cry out mumbling apologies to them about how you were ignoring them all the time hoping they would stop!! :(

the way the would make you wear one of the strap on’s and pushing a vibrator into you. ningning would be pinning you to the bed, on top of you riding the strap-on and karina would be riding your face making you eat her out because if you didn’t, she was gonna record this and post it everywhere! :(

after this day, they made you their cute plaything! they would make you eat them out while they recorded you and stuffing your cunt with their biggest and thickest dildo’s or a vibrator, and if you don’t do what they say, they’ll post all the videos they’ve got of you getting fucked silly or lapping at their cunny’s :((

[houseofripley]

HEYY

Can you do a rhea x fem!reader story where rhea and reader are in Highschool and have both had feeling for eachother for the longest time and both haven’t confessed but all that changes because rhea ask reader to prom and they end up kissing and it leads to something else (ifykyk😏) (smut n a lil bit of fluff too🙏)

Starry Prom Night

Rhea Ripley x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: 18+ SMUT, Kissing, Vaginal Fingering, Cunnilingus, Scissoring, Praise, Cheek Cupping & Kissing Galore, INSANE PLOT BUILDING FOR NO REASON LOL SORRYYYYYY IM A YEARNER (im serious this is like 67% plot building)

WORD COUNT: 3,731

A/N: this is just pure sapphic yearning on my end LMAO anyways anon i had so much fun writing this even though its all over the place!!!

also can you tell where i got impatient with all the plot building lol

“Rhea, I seriously don’t know how many more of these cheesy signs I can’t take. I think I’m gonna go insane.” You grunted, rolling your eyes to the back of your head. 

Prom season was in full swing. It was third period and you had just witnessed what had to have been the seventh promposal of the day. This year would be the mark of your and your best friend, Rhea’s senior prom. Senior prom was a date thousands of dreamed about, wanting to show up and show out one last time before waving goodbye to their highschool years. 

Every girl except you and Rhea. You both despised the thought of prom. Why would any sane person spend hundreds of dollars on an outfit just to spend their night drenched in sweat in the school gymnasium? 

Fuck that!

“Romeo O Romeo! Will thou spend your Saturday night with I, drinking punch next to the locker rooms?” Rhea mocked, elbowing your arm. 

You shook your head, pressing your lips together trying to keep your laughter silent. The commotion of classmates was soon drowned out by thoughts as your eyes met Rhea’s, causing your tightened lips to curl into a small smile.

Rhea’s blue eyes never failed to warm you. Everytime you gazed into those beachy eyes you were brought back to the day you first met the girl. Seventh grade, first period, language arts. A quiet blonde girl sporting a Pierce The Veil shirt was assigned to sit next to you. Nobody knew anything about the girl besides the fact she had just moved basically across the globe. You spent the entire period thinking of what you could possibly say to her, because what do you even say to a kid that was just relocated from South Australia all the way to some shitty suburban town? 

“Cool shirt.” 

And it fucking worked somehow. You were immediately attached to her hip. The two of you grew closer with each day that passed. You were inseparable. She was everything to you. Sleepovers every weekend. ‘Study’ sessions that were spent play fighting with each other. Singing pop-punk songs at the top of your lungs till your throats were raw. Dying your hair the same shade of blue at three in the morning. She was even at your side while your parents scolded you the morning after for said blue hair. 

Jesus Christ. Lost in her eyes again? Snap out of it already! 

“Yo, Alice in Wonderland, you okay?” Rhea playfully questioned, breaking your trance by poking at your thigh.

“Just…thinking. That’s all.” You softly chuckled. You were telling the truth, you were just thinking. Just thinking about her. Thinking about her touch, her hands, her pierced nose, her lips, her stupid cool shirts. 

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“Jesus, someone’s eager to get out of here.” You laughed, trailing behind Rhea who was booking it over to her small black Lexus.

“Dude, can you blame me? It’s like everyone has some sort of prom fever. I am not letting it catch me.” Rhea complained, ducking into the vehicle. 

You made your way to the passenger side of the car before hopping into the seat next to Rhea. “I counted eighteen of those damn signs today.” You babbled, resting your arm on the center console before trailing on, diffusing the topic, “Anyways, let’s go thrifting or something. I don’t wanna go home.”

Rhea shrugged in agreeance before pulling out of her parking spot. She knew things were tough for you at home. You had recently come out as lesbian to your parents. They weren't unsupportive but they weren't exactly supportive at the same time which had built quite a bit of tension in the household. You came out to Rhea just about two years ago, who was more than supportive. She was your number one defender, always there to threaten whichever classmate that dared to ridicule you.

You knew absolutely nothing about Rhea’s sexuality. Hell, even Rhea knew nothing about her sexuality. She only knew one thing, that she liked you. She didn’t even know when she caught feelings for you, it was like the sentiments were there since the moment you first spoke to her. She hoped as time went on the flutters she’d feel for you would pass on but recently she couldn’t seem to even push the mere thought of you out of her head, it was killing her.

The drive to the nearest thrift shop was comfortably silent…silent if you ignored the Black Veil Brides cd Rhea had blaring…

Entering the store the pair of you let out scoffed laughs as the first thing catching your attention was a large display of second hand dresses. Shaking it out of your heads and ignoring it at first you carried on to wander the isles, grabbing whatever caught your eye to try on later although you’d inevitably end back up to the racks of long dresses. You weren't a big fan of dresses but you wanted to waste as much time as you possibly could, so you decided to browse the gowns with Rhea. 

She pulled a deep maroon dress, the form fitting glittered bodice was paired with a looser, more freeing skirt. “Try it on!” Rhea pushed, shoving the dress into your arms.

“I’d look so stupid in this.” You gave Rhea a bewildered look.

“Oh c’mon just try it!”

“Rhe’ when have you ever given a shit about this stuff?”

“Dude you’re the one that wanted to waste time here…” Rhea playfully scorned, diverting your question.

“Urgh, I hate when you’re right.” You huffed, shuffling towards the dressing room. 

“How ridiculous do I look?” You pouted, opening the door of the changing room before shuffling to the closest mirror.

Rhea stood behind you, peering over your shoulder as you silently studied yourself in the mirror. You looked at Rhea through the mirror as she opened her mouth to speak but stopped herself in her tracks. “I mean it’s cute but where in the world would I wear this?” You shrugged, adjusting the straps as Rhea chewed on her cheeks.

“Wear it to prom.” Rhea timidly broke her silence.

“Why would I go to prom, Rhe’? First of all it would be so lame and second of all I’d have nobody to go with. I’m just gonna put this back.” You mumbled, turning to make your way back into the changing room.

 A hand grabbed your wrist, stopping you in your tracks. “Go with me…” Rhea blurted out, sounding scared of her own words. Her statement caused you to turn to face her with a puzzled expression, Rhea herself even looked surprised at what she just said. Fearing your rejection she quickly added on, “Ya know, like as a joke and stuff. We can make it not lame…”

“As a joke?” Your heart that was skipping beats just seconds ago was immediately let down. 

“Yeah. It’s just a stupid idea we don’t hav-”

“No, let's go…as a joke.” You interrupted Rhea’s nervous deflection. “We’ve got nothing better to do.” You shrugged on watching Rhea’s anxieties fade into the distance as her classic cheeky smile crept upon her face.

After you swapped out of your dress you returned to Rhea who was holding up a silky black dress with a deep slit in the skirt. “This’ll work. I’m too lazy to try anything on.” She chuckled while shrugging.

“That's ballsy Rhe-Rhe.”

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Tonight was the night, you were sat atop Rhea’s bathroom counter, finishing up your makeup while Rhea was shuffling around her closet searching for a pair of shoes. It had been four weeks since Rhea ‘asked’ you to prom and you simply couldn’t keep your mind off it. Although you two planned this whole thing as a joke, something shifted ever so slightly between the two of you, maybe it wasn’t a joke, who knows. Rhea had your heart in your throat at every moment and you were the topic of every thought that popped into Rhea’s head. More than ever the both of you were head over heels for each other, just terrified the other wouldn’t reciprocate those shared feelings.

Your parents were completely unaware you’d be attending prom. You had informed them you were staying with a friend before immediately storming off to Rhea’s house. Rhea’s parents hadn’t a clue either, they were under the impression tonight would be just another night of the two of you doing nothing for hours then sneaking out to go for a drive at three in the morning. There truly wasn’t much reasoning behind this secret, you guys just wanted to have this night for yourselves without pestering parents. 

“Urgh! At this point I’m gonna go barefoot!” You could hear yet another pair of shoes be tossed to the floor. You slid off Rhea’s counter, stepped out of her bathroom and over to her closet. She was already in her dress tearing through a pile of shoes on the floor. “What has gotten into you Rhe’?” You leaned against the doorframe laughing at the fact that Rhea of all people was stressing over shoes. 

 Rhea rolled her eyes ignoring your banter. “Would it make me a hipster if I wore converse?”

“Oh absolutely, I dare you!” 

“You know I will,” Rhea retorted, picking up a black pair of the canvas shoes.

You chuckled before turning to return to the bathroom, letting Rhea know you were gonna change. You got into your dress with ease up until you came to the zipper on the back. You groaned in annoyance, reaching behind to your back attempting to wiggle the zipper to no avail.

“Rhe’, can you help me real quick?” You asked while popping your head out the door.

“Hm? What’s up?” Rhea turned around and questioned before making her way up to you, trying to keep her gaze from falling down to the hand placed on your chest, keeping the dress from completely slipping from your body.

“Zippers stuck,” You pouted, turning around. Rhea’s hand swept across the base of your neck, sweeping your hair to the side. You watched her through the mirror as she began fumbling with the metal, ultimately getting it to slide up your back.

After an awkward exchange of bashful looks the two of you finished getting ready in each other's company. You sat next to Rhea slipping into your shoes while she tied off her converse, took a handful of polaroid pictures together, then eventually snuck out Rhea’s window to begin your hike to the school.

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“Ouu! Ripley’s got a date!” Was whistled out by a classmate as you and Rhea made your way down the congested hallway, making Rhes roll her eyes.

“Shut up dickhead! We’re here as a joke.” Rhea rebutted, flipping the guy off as she carried on down the hall. 

Here as a joke but her flushed cheeks and sweaty hand gripping yours told a slightly different story.

“Dickheads always running their mo-” Rhea muttered, stepping into the crowded gymnasium.

“Shh. It’s fine, you shouldn’t worry about them.” You cut off Rhea, giving her hand a squeeze as you examined the starry night themed room. The area was dimly lit by blue leds and strings of fairy lights. Blue curtains decorated with paper stars draped over the majority of the walls while an array of tables adorned with bottles of fairy lights surrounded a dance floor full of teenagers.

You both seated yourselves near the stage where a live band was playing. Your legs pressed against one another as you fell into an array of conversations. Thirty minutes had managed to sneak by before your meaningless conversation was cut short by your biology teacher.

“You girls gonna sit here and chat all night? Go dance!” 

“But dancing is lame, Mr. Brown.” Rhea groaned while you both turned to face the man.

“I promise you that in ten years you’ll regret not doing anything at your senior prom. Seriously, go dance!” Your teacher stood behind you giving his words of advice. Rhea peeked over to you looking for your opinion. You gave her a ‘why not’ shrug before rising from your seat.

“But I don't even know how to slow dance.” Rhea whined to herself under her breath as she stood up. “If we have to dance, we’re dancing in the corner cause I’m gonna look stupid.” She stipulated.

You guided Rhea over to a secluded section of the dance floor near a wall, reassuring her that you also had no clue on what you were doing. 

“We’ll just do what everyone else is doing, Rhe’.” 

“I think this right,” Rhea unassuredly giggled with a racing heart, taking a hold of your left hand while wrapping her free hand around your waist. You shook your hair to cover your flushing cheeks as you brought your right hand to rest on her shoulder. The pair of you began swaying to the music while trying to hold back laughter, both in slight disbelief at your current situation. Prom was the last place either of you ever expected to be attending.

You were already trailing back into the pit of those sapphire eyes, drowning out all external noise you missed Rhea humming about how beautiful you looked. You were too occupied taking in the essence of your childlike crush to take notice of the grip Rhea had on your waist tightening. You were fully prepared to stare into those eyes all night, but Rhea was eager to run a risk.

A set of warm lips fell onto you abruptly, pulling you by the waist into a desperate kiss. All five senses rushed over your body, sending a rush of adrenaline through your bloodstream, placing you in awe too shocked to move.

Rhea forced herself to pull away, letting a sigh of relief out before the panic settled in, “Shit. I, god I’m so-”

Your thoughts had just now grasped what just happened.

This was a kiss that spent years in the making…you were not just gonna let it end like that.

Your hand slipped to the back of Rhea’s head, pushing Rhea back into the kiss, forcibly putting an end to her apology. She immediately fell back into your lips, closing her dilated eyes. While her tongue slid across your bottom lip begging to deepen the kiss, her hands slid up to cup your cheeks. Time slid away as the two of you fell into each other in your isolated corner of the gymnasium.

Rhea pulled herself from your lips breathless, her parted lips forming an open smile. She wanted more. You attempted to collect your thoughts while catching your breath. Both of you were attempting to draft a response while gazing into each other, because what do you say after tasting your best friend of five years?

“Cool.” You nodded

Rhea shook her head scoffing out a laugh, still making an attempt to regulate her breath. She took grip of your hand, giving it a squeeze before beginning to pull you into the hall without speaking a word.

“Wher-”

“Just follow me!” Rhea cut you off, rushing through the halls as she dragged you behind herself, both of you trying not to stumble over your dresses. 

She halted in front of the nurses office before fiddling with the keypad on the door, “God bless modern technology,” She muttered, managing to get the door open as you watched in disbelief. “Don’t even ask.” She chuckled, scanning the hall to make sure you were in the clear before tugging you into the room.

Once Rhea’s foot forced the door shut her lips directly got to work pinning themselves to your neck, nipping at the delicate skin. 

“Shit Rhe’, there might be cameras.” You pushed through a stunned whine. 

“There's none…” Rhea couldn't even pull her lips away from your skin as she spoke, “Wouldn't stop me either way, I’ve waited too long for this.” She grunted, dragging her kisses to your collarbone. “Now please tell me I can keep going.”

“I don’t think I could ever tell you to stop.” You pulled Rhea’s face to meet your eyes, whispering your confession. There was no need for Rhea to open her mouth, the look on her face alone told you that was exactly what she needed to hear.

“You have no fucking clue how long I’ve waited for this.” Rhea growled, grasping your cheeks as she pulled you over to the nurses twin sized treatment bed. 

She brought her legs to straddle over you, lowering her chest to hover over you. Rhea was attached to you like a dog, her lips were sloppy against yours as her hands snuck to pull up the skirt of your dress. 

Rhea brought herself between your legs, in a rush to finally get a taste of your core.

“Please…I’m begging you, please don't make me wait more than I already have.” Rhea looked up at you pleading.

Your heart was in your throat as you fervently nodded. “I wanna hear your voice,” Rhea begged, whispering out your name.

“Rhea, please just do anything, I need, I need you.”

With that said she hurriedly slid your panties down your legs, tossing them to the foot of the bed. Rhea was making it clear that tonight was her time to shine.

“Fuck, you’re perfect…” Rhea murmured, awed at the sight of your soaked cunt. Her arms tangled themselves around your legs. After years her tongue finally made contact with your delicacy, she preached a string of curses, finally getting what she was after. You propped yourself on your elbows to catch the sight of Rhea exploring your brand new world. You could feel a smirk between your legs as her eyes met yours, thirstily watching you watch.

“Tastes so good.” Rhea praised, sweeping her tongue through your folds before bringing herself to round your clit. You chewed on your cheeks to hush the moans escaping your throat as Rhea wrapped her lips around your sensitivity, allowing her to lightly suck at your skin. Your legs made an unsuccessful attempt at wrapping around Rhea’s head only to be overtaken by her hands, prying them open, giving her full access to devour your aching heat. 

The stealthy addition of two fingers into your emptiness was only amplifying the wobbly knees her mouth alone had created. Her fingers began steadily massaging into you, causing an arch to form over your back. The mixture of Rhea’s roaming tongue and grinding digits already had a knot forming in your stomach.

“Fucking Christ Rhe’, where the fuck did you learn all this.” You struggled out through moans. Rhea let out a soft chuckle as she continued to take your clit into her mouth, rolling her tongue piercing over your sensitivity.

Rhea gave your cunt one last kiss before she brought herself to face you. Now that Rhea had finally gotten a taste of your mouth she couldn't get enough, she had to return for more. Your lips once again blended together, your moans now slipping into Rhea’s mouth as her fingers curled inside your core. 

“God, you sound so beautiful.” Rhea admired, pressing her warmed forehead against yours while her digits continued toying with your clenching walls. Her thumb was soon added to the mixture of pleasure as it rubbed rhythmic circles over your bud. 

“Rhe’, I want to feel you against me,” You opened your eyes, pulling from her kiss while your hips rolled against her working digits. “Please.”

Rhea nodded, her eyes full of adoration, she’d do whatever it took to please you no matter if it took minutes or hours. She let her fingers come to a declined pace before withdrawing from your warmth. She stood up, licking her fingers clean before riding her dress up her legs and dropping her panties. She rushed to return to the bed pulling your leg into the air before propping a leg of hers next to your hip.

Rhea settled her heat against yours, letting out a heavy breath. She gradually started rocking her hips against you, mixing your slick together. You watched as the new sensation of pleasure washed over her, causing her jaw to drop open and her eyes to roll to the back of her head. 

“Just…just like that.” You whimpered as you began to grind your hips at a matching pace, chasing towards your climax. Rhea’s arm clung to your leg that was situated in the air for support as the sound of quiet moans and the rustling of dress fabric bounced around the room. 

“Feels so good, fuck.” Rhea quickened her motions, moaning out the nickname she created for you through heavy breaths.Rhea pushed herself further against you chasing her own high as you squirmed beneath her grinds. 

“Rhe’, I’m gonna cum.” You whined out, reaching for a hand to cling to. Her hand met you halfway, instantly taking you into her grip she pulled you up to meet her face. She was back to those oh-so passionate kisses she could now never get enough of. “Please, Rhe’!” You cried against her, her movements bucking against your cunt.

Rhea nodded into your kiss signaling for your release, her own climax just seconds away. Your series of moans brushed against Rhea’s lips as your orgasm washed over you, hers quickly following. Muffled whines echoed around the room as Rhea’s thrusts against you faltered.

After riding out your highs together, Rhea squeezed herself next to you on the tiny bed and rested her hand on your thigh, giving it a soft squeeze. “I swear to god if you say cool.” Rhea looked over at you giggling. 

“Unfair!” You joked, resting your head against Rhea’s chest. You both fell into silence simply taking in the moment, reflecting on everything that had just happened. Rhea peppered small kisses to the top of your head as you toyed with the fabric of her dress.

“We should probably get outta here before somebody finds us.” Rhea suggested, breaking the silence.

“Wanna go dance again?” You teased as you turned to face her.

Rhea quickly shook her head, “I’m never gonna dance again. I was so bad.” She laughed, “How about we go find a parking lot and makeout under the stars, hm?”

“I seriously would have never expected you to be all smoochy, Rhe’.”

“Look, I have like five years of kisses to make up for!”

[strniohoeee]

helloo I have a Chris request. Y/N and Chris are dating. One night at the triplets place after smoke sesh, they go up to the kitchen to make food, while the pasta cooks they start making out and Chris eats her out, they end up having sex on the table.

Cinnamon

Pairing: Chris Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Y/N pops the triplets cherry for smoking weed, she smokes with them. Things are going good till Chris begins to feel some type of way🥀

Warnings⚠️: Uhhh smoking weed, and smut that’s about it! They was high and they was fuckinnnn🗣️

Song for the imagine: Ice Cream- Raekwon, Ghostface Killah, Method Man, Cappadonna

⚠️This a 18+ imagine, so minors do not interact, or do??⚠️

Back to You Maybelline Queen let’s make a team

You can have everything in this world except CREAM

I wouldn’t classify myself as a heavy smoker, but I liked to get high here and there. When I became friends with the triplets I was really scared to tell them thinking they’d judge me, but they didn’t care

I never smoked around them….was I high around them uhhh that’s a different story. I never offered them to smoke with me, or forced them. After a while they did start to get curious about what it’s like to be high

Tonight we planned to have a sleepover where we’d all smoke, and I’d babysit them to make sure they were okay. I had a medical card so my weed was great. I brought two joints both a hybrid of Indica and Sativa, my favorite.

Hybrids are the best to me. I feel good, relaxed, no anxiety. I get the munchies. I'm always laughing, and then I have the best sleep ever. Everyone’s first time smoking is different, but I believe depending on who you surround yourself with will determine if you’ll be good or anxious.

I absolutely hated blunts, the tobacco leaves always making me sick and giving me the worst high of my life, so I would never do that to them.

I had gotten to the triplets house two hours ago, and we ate pizza and watched movies before we decided to smoke. I wanted their stomach full, and I wanted them to be calm

“Alright are we ready” I said grabbing my tin can with my joints in it and wiggling my brows

“I’m so nervous, but I’m ready” Nick said

“It’s fun trust me, and if anything yall will get super tired and knock out” I told them

“I’m readyyy” Matt said standing up

We went outside to their yard and sat in a circle

“Alright let me lay down some facts and some rules” I said as I took the first joint out and closing the can

“One pull per person…you want to ease into the high, we rotate it counterclockwise and try not to have it unravel” I said to them

“YES” they said saluting me

“Also when you inhale try not to inhale too much because you will cough, and it will fucking burn” I said laughing

“I mean yall never done this, so you will cough” I said laughing

“Show us how it’s done” Chris said

“Oh another thing….not to be weird, but smoking weed can make you super horny” I said laughing and grabbing my lighter

“OH GOD” Nick said

“But it’s not always, everybody’s different” I said as I lit the joint

I watched as it lit up, and I took a pull. Letting it into my lungs before breathing it out

“See very simple” I said looking at them

“Alright Chris you’re up” I said passing it to Chris on my left

He brought the joint to his lips and pulled, inhaling it into his chest and then exhaling

“Not too bad” he said passing it to Nick

Nick grabbed the joint, and inhaled….A BIG INHALE

“OH MY GOD” he said as he blew the smoke out and started to cough

“Nick that was too big” I said laughing at him, and he just kept coughing and taking a sip of his water

Matt inhaled, and exhaled nicely

“Nick you’re a pussy that wasn’t bad” Matt said as he passed the joint to me

Within 10 minutes we finished the joint, and I could tell they were all high, but I’m sure they didn’t feel it

“Yall are so fucking high” I said looking at them

“I am not” Chris said as his eyes were droopy and half lidded

“Yeah you are trust me you’ll feel it” I said laughing at them

Within 15 minutes they were so fucking high

“Nah this shit is too good” Matt said

“I told you it’s so relaxing” I said

We all started talking and laughing at everything

“Are my eyes open?” Nick asked me

“Yes” I said laughing at him

“Are you sure? Because they feel closed” he said

“They’ll feel like that but they are open I promise” I said to him

We were all talking so slow, and it was the funniest thing ever

“Yo I’m so fucking glad we got high together” I said to them

“Me too this is so much fun” Chris said

About 20 minutes later I was hungry

“I’m hungryyyy anybody want pasta?” I asked

“YES OMG YES” Nick said

“Chris come with me” I said and grabbed him

We both walked back into the house as Nick and Matt stood outside

I grabbed the pot, and put water to boil

“I need salt” I said to Chris

“It’s up down there somewhere” he said blinking slowly

“That wasn’t English” I said laughing

“Sorry it’s there” he said pointing to the table

I grabbed the salt and salted the water waiting for it to boil

“I’m so fucking horny” Chris randomly blurted out

“I told you it could happen” I said looking at him

“Like I have never felt my dick this hard” he said adjusting himself

“Alright horn dog” I said laughing at him

“Sorry” he said laughing

I put the heat down, so it wouldn’t boil too fast and put the pasta in

“I need to bust a nut or something because this is crazy” Chris said sitting down at the table

“Go take care of yourself” I said shooing him

I heard Chris get up, but I didn’t hear him come up behind me. He grabbed me by the waist

“Mmm or you could help me” he said

“That does sound fun” I said turning around to look at him

He immediately smashed his lips to mine, and we began to make out, him pushing me up against the stone slightly

I lost my footing and placed my hand on the stove, accidentally touching the heat level and putting it up without realizing

“Come on baby let me eat your pussy” he said

“Chris you’re dirty” I said smacking him playfully

“Come on” he said and pulled me over to the kitchen table

I sat down, and he slowly removed my sweatpants and my underwear

“Gonna be a good girl for me?” He asked

“Always Chris” I said to him

He got down to his knees, and opened my legs pulling me forward slightly

“Such a pretty pretty pussy” he said looking up at me with droopy eyes

“Fuck Chris” I whispered

He leaned down, and licked a strip up from my entrance to my clit

“Shit” I said shuddering and placing my hands in his hair

He started to lick my clit, and running his tongue from side to side and up and down

“FUCK” I yelled out as my thighs clamped around his head

As he was licking down his nose was bumping into my clit

“Mmm right there baby” I said kind of grinding on his face

He came back up, and started sucking my on clit harshly

“CHRISSSSSS” I moaned out throwing my head back

He pulled away from my pussy. My arousal covering him nose, mouth and chin

“I wanna fuck” he said standing up

“So fuck me then” I said biting my lip

In an instant Chris slid his pants and underwear down to about mid thigh. Swiping his hand on my pussy and using my arousal and his saliva as lube as he stroked his dick

“Ready baby” he asked

“I’m ready” I said

He spat on the head of his dick, and rubbed it against my pussy up and down, slowly pushing the tip in

“Shittt” we both moaned out

Chris bottomed out, and then began to move thrusting in and out at a good speed

“Fuck this feels amazing” he moaned out

He started to pound into me, grabbing my thigh and hooking his arms under them as he pulled me even closer, and started to fuck into me

“FUCK CHRIS OH MY GOD” I yelled out gripping onto the table

“Come on baby come on” he said as he kept pounding into me

The table was taking a beating…I’m sure it wanted to collapse on us

He brought his hand down to my clit and started to rub

“I know you’re close, come on baby milk me” he said pounding into me harder

“You’re so dirty I love it” I moaned out

Chris hips smacked into me three more times before I felt myself coming undone

“FUCK FUCK FUCK” I yelled out and came all over his dick, my thighs shaking and my back lifting off th table

He let me ride out my high before he pulled out of me, stroking his dick before high jaw went slack and he came on my lower stomach

“Fuck that felt amazing” he said trying to catch his breath, and picking up his pants

“So fucking good Chris” I said as I sat up and jumped down to pick up my underwear and pants from the floor

All of a sudden we heard water beginning to overflow and saw steam

“Oh shit the pasta” I said scurrying over to the stove and shutting the water off

Chris came over laughing, and grabbing a wet paper towel to clean his cum off of me

“Thanks baby” I said kissing his cheek

“Anytime” he said winking at me

I put my underwear on and my pants, and Chris and I washed our hands

We drained the pasta and suddenly Matt and Nick bursted inside

“WHERE THE FUCK IS THE PASTA” Matt yelled walking into the kitchen

“Perfect timing! Now we just need to heat up some sauce” I said to them

“Yay I’m so hungry” Nick said sitting at the table

Matt went to sit where we just fucked, and forgot to clean up

“I WOULDNT sit there” I said yelling the first part

“What why?” He said getting scared

“Chris already claimed that spot, and he tried to kill me when I said I wanted it” I said lying through my teeth

“Oh! Okay” Matt said walking back to sit by Nick

We finished making the pasta and we all sat and ate it. Laughing and talking, and eventually Nick and Matt fell asleep on the couch, so Chris and I cleaned the kitchen and table, and put the food away

We covered Nick and Matt in blankets and shut off the lights, and then headed to Chris room to watch tv and fall asleep

The End

This was my last request and I loved doing them, but now I can’t wait to start writing my ideas🤭🖤Dude thank you so much for 407 followers🥹🫶🏽🫶🏽 I just had 300 something this is amazing

-J💅🏽

[starpunkssgalaxy]

i’ve been super into the sbg comic lately and i thought i might share some of my headcanons of the group for fun, also this is my first post ever so 🧍‍♀️

- aiden used to have a yt channel when he was just a kid and he would post the most unhinged weirdo shit youve ever seen like wtf you mean you posted “pumped up kicks except its not pumped up kicks and i eat a shoe box” at 9 years old 😭😭

- tyler is soooo good with hairstyling???? like his sister would always ask him to do her hair when they were younger and he just got really good at it

- soo many times you can be talking to ash and have a whole one sided conversation before you realize she has her headphones (and listening to music) on and cant hear shit

- aiden eats jolly ranchers like a fucking FREAK he sits there and crunches them, its an honest to god miracle he hasnt lost teeth

- animals dont like ben but ben LOVES animals, hes holding a cat hes so content he loves it, the cat is in the most stress of its life

- tyler had a phase when he was younger where he’d randomly cut his hair in the absolute worst fucking cut youve EVER seen, taylor prolly has it as a screensaver

- aiden lovesss old 2000s tv shows, one of his favorites is Paris Hilton’s “The Simple Life”

- when the group has sleepovers ben and taylor have these like super extensive skincare routines and will disappear for like an hour and half to do their routines together

- taylor has a popcorn addiction, cuz girl tf are you doing having a bag of popcorn every night before bed (me 2 girl)

- after the phantom dimension none of them really fw media type horror things, everyones watching little kid cartoons to try and sleep afterwards

- logan is a lot stronger then he looks, i feel like hes not just textbook smart but also shares an interest in auto mechanics and likes to work on old vehicles so hes pretty toned

- and vice versa why do i feel like taylor has an interest in computers/robots type of mechanics idk

- taylor and tyler were the twins that made up their own secret language when they were little and to this day still use it sometimes

- ash knows asl and this surprises ben as he also uses it since he doesnt talk, ash uses it because she gets to overwhelmed with noise and even talking can irritate her ears

[ifearimaybeanamericanidiot]

could u do a smut where Chris is just constantly playfully teasing the reader (ruffling her hair, humping the air if she bends over, calling her names) and the whole time she’s trying to get his attention and seduce him but he doesn’t get it until she gets annoyed and has to explain herself

Chris x reader

TW: smut, uhhhh language ig, angst?

We're filming a video for the guys' Friday post. Well, we were. Now, we're just sitting in the car and talking about random shit. Chris is in the front with Matt. I'm in the back with Nick and their friend Kaitlyn. Apparently, they had just recently gotten close with her and wanted her to have fun with the Friday video too.

Honestly, I don't see how they like her. I don't. Normally, I'm a girl's girl. The whole time, she was pushing me away though. The angle is hard to get right in the car when it's more than just the guys. Everyone knows that. Nick is in his usual spot, Kaitlyn took the middle, so I'm sitting behind Chris's seat. Normally, I wouldn't mind because it's not a big deal. I can just peak around his seat to be in frame. Except, Kaitlyn talks with her hands which gives me into the back corner hidden by Chris.

At one point, she literally pushed my head back. Nick, Chris, and Matt were so involved in arguing that they didn't notice though. Kaitlyn, of course, was right in the middle with all the typical pick me lines. 'Guys, this isn't you 🥺' It's so fucking annoying.

Plus, she's all up on Chris and Matt. She's touching their arms, twirling and flicking her hair. It's so stupid. She's so stupid. A pang of guilt strikes me as I think it.

"We should go back to your place." Kaitlyn drags her hand down Chris's arm. "Wouldn't that be fun?" She turns to Matt. "We can drop little miss hermit back here off." Never fucking mind. I'm glad I thought she was stupid. And a bitch.

"No, we're having a sleepover? The fuck?" Nick intervenes. I love him. He's a good friend.

"Oh. Whatever. Me, Chris, and Matt will have fun." I roll my eyes and grab my phone. I text Nick.

| tf is her problem.

| I have no fucking clue- she's getting on my nerves though

| THEY DON'T WANNA FUCK YOU BITCH

| 🤭🤭🤭

Kaitlyn tries to peer at mine and Nick's phone screens. I'm glad we invested in the privacy screen protectors.

| I'm going to text the GC to see if there's any chance of shaking her.

I give Nick a subtle thumbs up. After a minute, Nick frowns. Matt starts the car and begins pulling out of the driveway. Shit.

| I'm guessing Chris and Matt are oblivious as fuck?

| 100%

I frown, closing my messages and turning my phone off. Come on guys, see what a dick she is. I turn to look out the window and wait for this awful ride to be over. Kaitlyn non stop flirts the whole time. It's ridiculous. And since Matt is driving, pretty much all of her attention is on Chris.

It's driving me crazy. It's not fair. I was so sure Chris had feelings for me too. I had planned on telling him about my feelings soon, but now, with this girl, I don't know. Maybe he was just being nice to me.

We get to the house and before the car has stopped, I'm flinging open my car door and jumping out. I slam the door closed, stomping up to the front of the house. I grab the extra key from under the potted plant and let myself in. It's ridiculous.

I fly up the stairs to Nick's room. I know he'll be up in a minute so I'm satisfied with just waiting right here. I think about all the times Chris cuddled up against me during movie nights. Or how he would pick up a chunk of my hair and start playing with it, wrapping it around his finger only to let it fall back. Or the many times I would bend over to pick something up and he would place his hands on my hips, acting as though he was fucking me. Friends don't do that shit, right?

I express all of this to Nick when he comes up to his room, locking his door behind him. "I just- I'm so mad."

"I understand, sort of." Nick lays on his bed. "Chris does like you, I'm sure of it. I don't know why he's acting like this though."

"What was the witch doing when you came up?" I ask, not sure if I really want to know.

"Oh, Chrissy poo! Matty poo! Let's watch a movie!" Nick does his best impression of Kaitlyn. I laugh hard.

"Let's go bake something." I suggest. Nick oooo's at the idea but suggests changing clothes first. He changes into just a T-shirt and shorts. I get an evil little idea. "Nick, can I borrow one of your shirts? But like, one that Chris and Matt haven't really seen?"

"Sure," he grabs one out of the very back of his closet. "An ex got it for me as a gag gift." He explains. It's a light pink shirt that says 'daddy's girl' in a ridiculous flowy font. I giggle.

"Do you think Chris would die over this?" I ask.

"He'd get a kick out of the shirt alone, if you wear that one pair of shorts you have though-" I know exactly what pair he means. The pair I've had since the 8th grade, the pair that I wore to band camp. They stick to me like glue, and barely go down three inches. I left them here one night. I pull them from a drawer and force them on. The shirt covers my ass, unless I bend over or lift my arms. Perfect.

"Do I look good?" I ask.

"You look perfect." Nick assures me. We head downstairs. "Should we make cupcakes?"

"I'm down for whatever!" I bounce down the stairs. These shorts bring back memories of baking out in the high noon heat in July for hours. They fill me with the confidence of a 16 year old girl that's just perfected rifle turns.

"Hey! Where'd you two go?" Chris's head pops up off of the couch.

"Oh, just to change, we're about to make cupcakes!" I say before Nick can. He goes into the kitchen, probably to get the stuff out.

"Oooo, cupcakes!!" Mat claps his hands together. I smile, and turn around to walk into the kitchen. I let my hips swing a little more than they usually would.

Chris, Matt, and Kaitlyn end up following me into the kitchen. They don't really do much. I get Nick the things he needs, and he does all the mixing. It's a good process.

"Shit." He drops a spoon.

"It's fine! I got it!" I bend over to pick it up. I feel hands on my hips, and for the first time ever, something hard brushes against me. There's a gasp and heavy stomps.

"How dare you! I've been trying all night!" Kaitlyn stomps out of the room, Matt following her. I stand up. Nick puts the cupcakes into the oven.

"I'm going to make sure Matt gets rid of her. Watch the cupcakes." Then, he leaves the room. Now, it's just me and Chris.

I hop up onto the counter. Chris strikes to ruffle my hair but I dodge him. "Hey-" he says sadly.

"No. Don't do that sad shit. You should have thought about this before you let her practically suck your dick the whole night." I say it without thinking. "You don't get to have her and me."

"I don't want her." I roll my eyes at him. "I'm serious. I was just being nice." He fits himself between my legs. "I should have told you. I want you."

"Yeah, you should have." I cross my arms.

"You're so pretty, you know that? Your sweet face, perfect body, great personality." He trails off. "Can I make it up to you?"

"You could fuck me." I say jokingly.

"Okay." He unzips his jeans, the rare time he actually wore them. "I'll fuck you so good."

"I was kidding. Just cause I've been trying to get in your pants doesn't mean I'm going to take advantage like this."

"You've been what." It doesn't sound like a question.

"I've been trying to seduce you, one could say."

"Fuck, please let me fuck you." He leans his head against mine. "Been wanting you, didn't think you wanted me back. Please, let me fuck you over the counter, right here. Right now." The heat in the bottom of my stomach makes me give in to what I want.

"Okay, gotta be quick. Before Nick gets back." He nods and kisses me. I'm surprised but I kiss back. Quickly, the kiss is over and he's bending me over the counter, face down. He merely pushes the shorts to the side to allow himself access to slip in.

He does. God, he's big. His dick feels huge inside me, his hands feeling goat trailing my body. I feel like he's crowding me with his size.

"Move, please move." I plead with him. He moves slowly at first, pulling back a few inches before fucking that back in. "Please, Chris. Fuck me." He pulls out, leaving just the top inside before sinking all the way in. From there, he's fucking me into the counter. He leans down, changing the angle and talking in my ear.

"Fuck, princess. You feel so good. Perfectly taking my dick. My good girl." He wraps his hand around to thumb at my clit. "Daddy's good girl." It isn't long before I'm squeezing around him in the height of my orgasm. It isn't too terribly long before he's pulling out to finish across my thighs.

"Fuck." He steps away, coming back and wiping my legs with a paper towel.

"You took me so good. M so proud of you." He picks me up, hugging me tightly. He presses kisses all across my face.

[mymarifae]

i think the most important thing in the world is vbs being best friends who love each other so much and are super affectionate with each other like. listen to me:

- when toya hugs kohane he'll pick her up a tiny bit (a tiny bit is all he can manage. noodle arms) and she squeals with delight every time

- toya just really likes hugs in general. it's suuuuper common for him to just come up behind akito or an or kohane and wrap his arms around them and lean his head against theirs. hello and goodbye hugs with him always last a good 20 seconds because he won't let go sdjfjsnfkd

- kohane loooooves to tuck her hand in the crooks of her teammates' elbows while they're walking together. this way she won't get lost <3 sometimes she'll hold onto like, akito's elbow with one hand and an's with the other. it's very cute. and as vbs has grown closer, she's started to switch to hand holding. (don't tell anyone but akito's her favorite to hold hands with because he swings their arms as they walk and it's cute)

- also, kohane's hair tends to be messy because of her damn hats and this bugs akito so he spends a lot of time fussing over it. he'll just sort of...tug her closer and take out the pigtails and comb through it with his fingers. at some point she starts packing a brush in her bag to placate him. i like to think akito knows how to do hair because ena will sometimes make him do hers so after a while he stops just rebrushing kohane's hair and starts pulling it up in different ways... braiding it... etc... and he starts keeping things like hairspray in His bag. yknow. jic

- the hairstyling extravaganza extends to an and toya too. (i mean there's only so much akito can do with toya but he tries...) it's a calming thing for him - fiddling with his teammates' hair as they plan setlists or wait backstage. and having your hair played with is always nice <3

- i think shortly after teaming up an started giving kohane little kisses on the cheek. not as a romantic gesture - just simple affection! and after a while, she starts kissing toya and akito too. toya is always happy to lean down so she can pepper his face with little platonic kisses, but she usually has to wrestle akito. it's all in good fun and he'll always relent and let her kiss him in the end

- speaking of platonic kisses, i ALSO think that akito gives toya little kisses from time to time. it started back when they were still BAD DOGS. toya wasn't having a great time one night and after soothing him with a good sturdy hug, akito kissed the top of his head. it completely floored toya and akito blew up when he realized what he did. and they never fucking talked about it <3 but since toya didn't seem MAD about it, akito decided to stick with it and kept giving toya kisses like that. it's not common, and he ONLY does it when they're alone. except for when they make up after their little divorce arc in the main story. IGNORE the gunjo sanka mv and listen to me. they HUG after their heart to heart. and akito kisses toya's cheek. right around where he punched him

- but an's overaffectionate nature kind of rubs off on akito after a while. so he becomes less stingy when it comes to kisses and starts giving them to kohane and an too <3

- they lean against each other while sitting like kohane might cuddle into toya's side or an goes and lays her head on akito's shoulder

- and they have sleepovers and they fall asleep comfortably tangled up together (or not comfortably. at all. seriously cuddling while sleeping can get so uncomfy but it's worth it to be so close to someone you love). ken's taken quite a few adorable (and sometimes really funny) pictures of all four of them passed out on piles of blankets and futons. just dad things

i could go on forever it's just. platonic affection is so important to me and it's so frequently Ignored in fandom spaces. and in the case of vbs and the prsk fandom specifically, there's a tendency to separate vbs into akitoya VS anhane. which is so 💔 because the whole POINT of their story is that while they started off as separate duos, that's no longer the case! they've become such good friends. they're inseparable.

like even jokes about akito and an being "wlw and mlm hostility" are starting to wear on me because... they're friends, guys. they're incredibly close. akito is always looking out for an and is right by her side to support her through all the shit she's currently struggling with. there's no "hostility" present in their relationship. like, if you actually look at the game's text, an... rarely teases akito. the person who teases him the most is actually toya but you know... whatever... gotta reduce an down to a mean lesbian amirite... completely ignoring that she's one of the kindest characters in the whole game...

idk. i juuuuuust wish that this fandom wasn't so defensive and obsessive over shipping akitoya and anhane (mostly akitoya while anhane is a second thought but YOU KNOW) because it results in so many people watering down vbs as individuals And as pairs - because all they care about is shipping. like i promise that the other dynamics in vbs are worth exploring (both platonicallyand romantically but too much of this fandom still feels threatened by m/f vbs ships). and hell, explore akitoya and anhane on a platonic level, too! don't just jump to shipping them because teehee boyxboy and girlxgirl. take the time to understand what draws them together in the first place

i love friendship. i love when friends outwardly express their affection for each other and it doesn't have to have any romantic implications. can we talk about friendship for once like this game is literally The Ultimate Friendship Simulator feat. Hatsune Miku

[wastingawayinmyroom]

Ur my mutual and I love u sooo

ROMANTIC PRONGSFOOT HCS-

SCREAMING RN I WAS WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO ASK THIS

ROMANTIC PRONGSFOOT MY LOVELY LAB EXPERIMENTS (affectionate) WIUWNIUANIUWI

guys PLEASE for the love of god stop making james the most sunshiny person ever

like yeah that’s PART of his personality

but not the whole thing

romantic prongsfoot makes SO much sense bc james legit bullies people so sirius won’t be bored

like “sirius wants to do something? ok bet, my bff can’t be bored” SIR YOU’RE IN LOVE

GET THE LEGAL PAPERS PLAN THE WEDDING IDGAF

james is morally grey for sirius pass it on

that made no sense lmao

hc that sirius asked james for a hair tie once and james didn’t have it so he felt guilty and started carrying them around on his wrist 🥰🥰🥰

inspired by my boyfriend

anw it becomes a common sight for him to be braiding sirius’ hair or playing with or like just doing something with it

because ✨hair✨

in non aus they hex people together as dates

in aus they probably have sleepovers and write those outrageous “am i an asshole” things on reddit lmao

also sirius has an obsession with james’ eyelashes

because i said so 🥰🥰🥰

they’re the most full, beautiful things on earth

and paired up with the cute puppy eyes?

no wonder sirius does everything james asks

i love them so much wowohuww

warning nfsw - okok but they would have THE MOST intense sex ever

like i’m talking chest to chest or back to chest AT ALL TIMES

they literally cannot get enough of each other

no but imagine

them lying down together and sirius complaining about how he wants them to be closer

james: what do you want me to do be inside of you???

sirius: yes.

they’re so wiubakhbakjbiuaq

ok no more nfsw, now onto violence!

james considering himself a good person with morals (sir you BULLY people for FUN be so fr 🙄)

but the morals are just like “i won’t kill people but i’ll make them wanna kill themselves”

anw in comes sirius “fuck around and find out” black who just. goes with the flow

like “oh i injured someone? womp womp bitch lmao”

and he gets more and more obsessed with this boy who literally does not give a shit abt anything

until he’s washing blood off in the sink

and saying “it was for sirius, it had to be done” until it becomes a mantra

give me murder husbands prongsfoot!

ok no more warnings

soft prongsfoot

cuddles and gossip sessions in bed until 3am

bc come on

they besties

and whenever they’re without each other for more than an hour

they start like writing shitty letters and stuff like that

except they never send the letters

it’s like writing in a diary basically

and when one of them finds the other’s “love letters” (cheesy lmao) they tease the other mercilessly

bc

again

they besties

let them be besties

stop making one of them die and the other go to jail for 12 years for “killing” the other (which they didn’t do) and then the other dying

like please i want my happy smutty violent fluffy prongsfoot 😭😭😭

goodbye i need to sleep again (i’ve slept for 15 hours so far i’m trying to set a record)

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for talking shit about and leaving a friend with severe mental health issues?

(CW for mental health issues, self harm, and transphobia)

For context, everyone in this story is pretty young, in Year 11/12 (American equivalent would be sophomore/junior year) and we live in a pretty religious country

I (16M) met a friend (15F) through her approaching me and saying my pins (including a pride pin) was cool. We clicked immediately, i went over for sleepovers and became close with even her mom. I only once brought up politics offhandedly, and she got quite uncomfortable, but i thought nothing of it at the time.

She constantly told me that I was her only friend who "understood" her, and would be there for her, so I never brought it up again. However, when I was introducing her to another friend (who is very gnc and identified as transfemme at the time) we opened up her youtube reccomended and it was quite literally disgusting.

JK rowling, terf videos and tradwifes galore. Candace Owens, Ben Shapiro, you name it, she had literally nothing except videos titled shit like "trans people mutilate themselves".

I was very hurt, because I happen to be trans, as well as most of my friends and my partner. I questioned her, but she pulled the "mental illness" defense. I was scared of her hurting herself so i apologised (to my other friend) and tried distancing myself from her, admittedly made a few jokes at her expense to others.

She began being more radicalised, positing insane, borderline qanon stories, but my plan to cut her off was interrupted by her going missing and me having to be the one coaxing her back to school, i felt she was too dependant on me to be as harsh as i shouldve been.

The final straw came when she 1) said she thought of my (healed) scars as something that encouraged her to self harm and 2) when i found out she outed me and my partner as T4T and queer to a random transphobic youtuber to put in a cringe compilation. this was not only immature but really dangerous to us.

Heres where I might be TA: my partner confronted her because he was worried about my mental health, and she apparently showed up to school and cried. I felt bad, but when i first found about it i laughed about it, and didnt support her even when i knew she had no other friends.

My partner asked her to either stay away from me or not express her beliefs, and as a result she called me crying that night, borderline suicidal, and in a panic I soothed her and said I wasnt going anywhere. A couple days later, a mutual friend sent me the screenshots of her outing us, and I think that sort of made me snap.

She used her religion as a shield against finding us "disgusting" and wanted a video made against us etc etc, describing horrible statistics and threats, describing "mutilation" and I felt like i couldnt endorse that attitude towards trans people in good faith, so i argued with her over text, with her accusing me of manipulating her multiple times.

Again, I mightve fucked up here because I called my friends while texting her and talked shit about her during this confrontation, sending screenshots of our private dms to them, and afterwards she became a bit of an inside joke within our friend group- she also left the school because i think she had barely any other friends.

I cant help but feel like i shoudve been more mature about it, and especially because she was ill, i dont want to be That Guy that makes fun of vulnerable people, even if she sucked herself. So, tumblr, AITA?

What are these acronyms?

[intertexts]

oh you wanna think about muse and trickster? yeah? it's been a while since I put a heartbreaking nhw post in your inbox <3 I know u love the prime dehumanization loss of bodily autonomy defenders. << im not even remotely trying to keep the acronym the same anymore. I've lost the plot. ANYWAY

briefly mentioned this before but because I loooove the aesthetic so much I think at least one important muse confrontation should happen in the tricksters city, specifically in the amusement park. make it like a fuckign scooby door episode everything is all abandoned and run down but as the wards are walking down a boardwalk or something all the lights flicker on and some distorted fuckign. carnival music starts playing and they find muse sitting in like. the rebar scaffolding or whatever in the ferris wheel. just like grinning chin in hands kicking his feet watching them. this image is so clear in my mind. some creep shit !!!! also its like when they first go to the spirit world to get tide back from.mal and end up in the amusement park. except ashe isn't with them this time

uhhhhhh also thinking about. downtime. when muse isn't out being destructive and causing chaos for funsies. like... does he have a bedroom????? does he eat does he sleep??? idfk !!!! I would assume he has to or else he'd fucking die but !!!! man the trickster is so far gone I don't think he even realizes his puppets are real people anymore. that's a fun little doll for him to play dressup with. literally never going 2 get the image of him braiding muses hair and like. putting makeup on him and dressing him in fancy little outfits out of my mind. making myself ILL. smile! good evening I'm gently placing the knife box in your in. << as I was going to type inbox I accidentally typed out inventory. yknow what I'm keeping it. knife box directly into your inventory. watch out they're RUSTY

GOD. THANKS FOR THE KNIFE BOX MAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! knife box directly in my inventory!!! u know what this means is that now i can use them :3 <- has been drawing wards stuff abt this for the past two hours ^_^

this is so fucking good though yeahhh.... i love creepy carnival shit so much. he trickster probably Knows it's very over the top and horror movie creepy and just a little absurd. he's so fucking fun 2 think abt since he's literally always doing shit simply because it is funny to him. we can swing a trickster justification for anything probably. i bet he fucking saw traps people!! anyway. ashe isn't with them this time. except..... well. he kind of is. :(

I HAVE ALSO BEEN THINKING ABT DOWNTIME. FREQUENTLY. i guess. the answer to this is he lives however the trickster&co does. the image of him coming back in his fancy intricate little outfits to some disgusting nasty bloody industrial warehouse where they're posted up & always being this very jarring contrast to the gore and violence is really good. the image of him having a perfect doll bedroom and going through a fancy little routine half the nights when the trickster is in a good mood or feeling it & just. getting thrown on the bed & the door locked to pass out for a couple hours whenever he forgets or is busy is also really good. literally anything we do to muse makes me feel some kind of way man. i also have had the extremely vivid image of the trickster braiding his hair & chatting about all kinds of horrific things excited sleepover style to muse who is just. Visibly Not There in my head for so long. not even like he has to touch him, he could be making him do all these things for himself! he's literally controlling him! he just does it for fun!!!

anyway i think post-muse ashe should get to freak out very badly in a multitude of ways whenever anybody touches his hair. like i think he's touch-adverse in general (& miserable about it because he's also so touchstarved & his brain simply whites out in distress anytime anyone touches him because. literally the only person doing that was the trickster!!!!) but i think specifically his hair being messed with is a bad trigger for him. makes him freeze up n go nonverbal for hours. dakota knows that he's jumpy about touch but he still wants to do something for him & before the everything he loved them playing with his hair (its so long!! wibby & dakota think its so pretty!! virion's the only one who knows how to braid it because of his mom!! ashe melts into a puddle over it every time because nobody's ever done that for him before!) so he goes to just run fingers through it & ashe just. fullbody locks up and goes weird and still and silent & doesn't protest or fight back when dakota shakes his shoulder or smth and his eyes are distant and sort of dark and empty like virion's were most of the time when they first met him... maybe he wants to cut it a little bit just because he hates that it's been covered in The Ooze and he can't do anything with it without thinking about how the trickster would do the same thing but also he hates the idea of getting rid of the one thing abt himself that he really likes & is a little connection with both of his parents because of the trickster also, when he's already taken so much from him. (it does have to get gross and tangled and matted because he refuses to put it back or do anything to it for a while though. maybe virion helps him sort it out & it's slow and painstaking and miserable for both of them and they both feel better at the end of it.)

[gallaghersgal]

Detective au + only one bed trope with Syd !!!

OOOOO THIS ONE'S GETTING PUSHED TO THE FRONT BC ITS JUST SO !!!! YAY YAY YAY I LOVE FUN AUS warnings; talk of a break-in & a murder case, but other than that nothing!! gn!reader

from this au list + this trope list. part of my 1,500 follower celebration.!

it's been a long fucking day. every time you seemed to be on the killer's tail, he would switch up his tactics, leaving you and sydney at a loss for words. to make things worse, there'd been a break-in at your place with nothing stolen, meaning they were looking for you. so, you and your partner were being put up in a hotel for the night, courtesy of chicago police department.

the place wasn't bad, judging by the lobby, and a beat cop would be stationed at your door through the night thanks to chief berzatto. you and sydney agreed that you sometimes hated the guy, but this was an exception. at least you thought it was, until you walked into the hotel room to see-

"one fucking bed?" sydney says in disbelief, whipping around to face "officer... fak?"

the man grins, "you can call me neil! what's the problem?" he peers inside, noticing the less-than-ideal sleeping arrangements. "oh! um, sorry. chief bear said we were lucky cause we got the last room here? and he wants you two in this hotel, cause it's the safest."

you look at your partner, watching the way she nervously bites her lip. "it's not a problem, syd. it's even a king bed, we'll be fine."

neil nods, "yeah! you guys can like have a sleepover!"

sydney rubs the bridge of her nose, letting out a deep sigh. "god, okay. okay. thank you neil." she heads inside, setting her night bag down on the desk.

you stay behind to lock the door then duck into the bathroom to allow her some privacy. once she's changed the two of you swap places. the second you're in matching pajamas resting on the soft mattress you feel the exhaustion begin to creep over you. "hey, can you get the light?"

sydney pokes her head out of the bathroom, "uh- yeah. no problem."

with that you settle in, pulling the blanket over your shoulders and letting your eyes fall closed. moments later the room goes dark, and you feel the bed dip as sydney lays down next to you. "don't know what you're all nervous for," you say with a giggle, feeling her place a pillow between the two of you.

you don't see the way she bites her lip, or the way she stares blankly at the ceiling, resisting the urge to reach over and touch you. the smell of your perfume lingers, your soft snores endearing you all the more to her. this was going to be a long, long night for sydney.

[mypoisonedvine]

Happy 30k to one of my favorite writers!!! You’re seriously so incredible and passionate and I love your work so so much.

Sleepover request if you feel so inclined: Bill Weasley and either sex pollen, werewolf shenanigans, or having to sneak around 12 Grimmauld Place

Cheers!

okay this was literally me reading all your different ideas

but I went with sex pollen and it turned out super long! and I had to rewrite it twice!

warnings: normal sex pollen stuff like dub con and rough sex, plus overstim, cheating, and creampie <3

length: 2k

“We can’t,” he kept repeating, more to himself than to you now.  “We can’t, we can’t…”

He said it with every panting breath— each breath that made his exposed, sweaty, toned chest rise and fall, each breath that passed through his slack, plush lips…

He was on the floor, across from you, where you’d fallen when standing had become too much; he leaned his back against the wall, and kept an arm draped carefully over his lap where you knew a bulge must have been threatening to burst through his corduroys— if this was affecting him at all like it was affecting you, which it looked like it was, considering you were both laying on the potion room floor.

Because this was where it all began: it was your idea to mess with some rare ingredients for fun after a long day of curse breaking, and you had to invite your favorite-coworker-turned-best-friend, because you did damn near everything together.  Everything, except the thing you couldn’t stop thinking about now.

He knew right away what you’d (accidentally) made, and what it would do to the two of you just from breathing the fumes.  He tried to warn you, but once it started there was no way to stop it— we just need to ride it out, he’d said, but remembering that while you looked at him now just made you thinking about riding him.

“We can’t,” he panted again, his prayer.

“Right,” you agreed, eyes running up and down his form as you felt his stare all over you.  “We can’t… why can’t we, again?”

He smiled a little, barely having the energy to laugh, and you just wanted to lick his teeth.  What’s gotten into me?!  “We… we’re coworkers,” he reminded you.  “We shouldn’t.”

“Well, it happens.  Two of our coworkers are fucking already.”

His eyes widened.  “Which ones?”

“I’ll tell you if you touch me.”

“Damn it,” he groaned.  “It’s not just that— we’re friends.  Really good friends.  It’s not… it could mess things up with us.”

“Uh huh,” you nodded, even though you didn’t really care about whatever crap he was coming up with— another pang of need hit you between your legs, and your thighs clenched together.  

“And then there’s, you know, the boyfriend,” he added.  

“Right!  Yes, my boyfriend,” you agreed.

“He wouldn’t like it much if we…”

He trailed off, and you nodded.  “Yeah,” you sighed, “him.  You know, er… that guy…”

Bill sighed; “You forgot his name, didn’t you?”

“I think it starts with a ‘J’...”

He closed his eyes.  He was just as desperate as you, but he had enough logic to know that the effects would fade, and you wouldn’t be able to take back what you did under them.  And he was much more scared of you regretting this than of getting beaten up by the J-something guy.  “Whatever his name is, he… definitely exists,” Bill promised you.

As much as your boyfriend certainly did exist, you just knew that he could never make you feel like it would feel to jump Bill right now— to give in to every filthy desire coursing through your veins.  “It hurts,” you whispered.

Bill swallowed, and you watched his throat bob.  “Yeah,” he nodded in agreement.

There was a longer silence, and you shut your eyes, and you tried to think of anything else.  You tried to ignore the growing patch of wetness in your panties, the heat in the air that clung to your clothes, the way Bill looked with his shirt open to cope with the heat, the way Bill looked at you—

You bit your lip.  “Bill,” you said, and he just kept looking at you.  “I can’t believe I’m gonna say this to you right now.”

He watched you with that heavy, dark stare, and you wanted to drown in it.

“Please.”

“Fuck,” he groaned, shutting his eyes and writhing a bit against the wall.  “Don’t.  I have a hard enough time saying no to you already, before all this.”

“I know,” you whimpered, “and I know you can take this pain away, Bill, I know you can make it stop— please, I fucking need you right now—”

He shut his eyes tight, he hissed through his teeth, he tightened his fists at his sides and you could swear you saw his hips buck up in the air just a bit.

“I’ll be good— please, I’ll do anything—”

“Shut up,” he demanded.

“I wanted this,” you admitted, finally, “I thought about it.  Before now.”

In an instant, he was up and he was dragging you by the ankles to lay flat on the floor, under him.  “Don’t fucking lie to me,” he warned with a growl.

It was like you could feel the vibration of his voice right in your cunt.  “Never lied to you, Bill,” you promised, “I just never told you— I thought you didn’t— you never— but I wanted you—”

Before you could finish the thought, not that you’d finished any of those thoughts, he slammed his lips down on yours and kissed you so good that it already felt like a huge wave of relief; you reached up and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, desperate for more.

He groaned as his kiss moved to your neck and chest, his hands tearing ferociously at your clothes.

“You’re a better friend than me,” he admitted as he stripped you.  “I lied to you, all the fucking time— I wanted you more than anything— been mad for you since the beginning, really— god, if you’d told me…”

“S-sorry,” you whimpered, addicted already to his hands all over you, lifting your hips so he could slide your panties down your thighs but gasping when he snapped them at the side and tossed them away instead.  In a second, he had two fingers inside you, then three— you decided it was just the potion making you so wet.  

“Pretty cunt,” he decided as he scissored his fingers inside it.

“Fuck, Bill— just fuck me,” you moaned.

“Want you ready first,” he insisted.

You were thankful for the preparation, no matter how hasty it was, when he opened his trousers and got out his aching cock: it was so goddamn thick, if you were any less delirious you’d be afraid it would break you.  Instead, you just licked your lips.  “Need it in me, Billy, c’mon— need you inside me—”

He still spit on it first, even though you were dripping; maybe he just knew it would drive you just that much more wild.

It was so sudden, how he shoved himself inside you, and in a moment he was balls deep and you were arching your back up off the floor and he was holding your hips as he moaned.

There was nothing patient about it, neither of you could take that: it was rough and fast and desperate, the way he fucked you.  With him finally inside you, you had enough wherewithal to start relieving him of his clothes— his vest first, then his shirt which definitely lost a few buttons on your way, and then your feet helped push his trousers down his thighs because you just felt like being skin to skin with him was the only cure.  He seemed to agree, with the way he pressed his chest to yours and held you close and kissed you hard; you moaned against his lips until you couldn’t even keep your head up anymore and it fell back to the floor limply.

“You thought about it,” he recalled, “you wanted it.”

You nodded, dazed.

“Was it like this?”

You smiled a bit, shaking your head.  “Not quite like this— you’re so sweet, Bill, I thought you’d be sweet with me…”

“I would, fuck, I would’ve,” he promised, “but I can’t slow down— you feel so fucking good, I swear I can’t slow down—”

“No, don’t,” you whimpered, “feels perfect, Bill, fuck me just like this— fuck me like—”

He waited for you to finish, and you just choked on the words.

“Like—”

“Spit it out, then.”

“Like I’m yours,” you blurted out.  “Make me yours.”

He grabbed you by your wrists and pinned you down, fucking you even harder, watching you come around his cock— and he still didn’t slow down, not even when you were sobbing and writhing under him with your back arching up off the floor, not even when the only thing you could say was his name, not even when your body could barely take it anymore.

He hardly even slowed down when he came— he did, for a moment, but then he just started up again and came inside you again, and again.  Only the fourth time was he totally spent; and you, you were a total mess as he collapsed on top of you, numb inside and out and not even sure what was real and what was a fever dream anymore.

But you were right, the pain was gone.  Slowly, but surely, the delirium faded as well, and reality set in.

The longer the silence went on, the more you knew it needed to be broken.  “Has it worn off for you, too?” you asked hesitantly, and his breathing changed; he’d almost fallen asleep, you realised, and you sort of regretted waking him.

He lifted his heavy head from your chest, but kept it close as he looked down at you.  “I think so,” he breathed, “I hope so, don’t think I could go again if I wanted to.”

Another, much shorter, silence filled the air.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

You nodded.  “Yeah— a lot better than before.”

He nodded, too, and there was something awkward about it, but not in the way you expected: it was awkward because you were wondering if he felt the same way you did about this.

You could feel his come leaking out of you, even with his cock still inside— there was too much to keep in you, it was literally overflowing, puddling under you.  When he tried to pull out, though, you instantly wrapped your legs around his hips to keep him in you— he gave you a quizzical look.  “S’gonna hurt,” you frowned.  “I’ll be sore, probably for days.”

He seemed to be trying to hide his reaction to that, but you felt his cock flex against your walls.  “Have to separate sometime,” he noticed, “some of us have work tomorrow.”

“Both of us have work tomorrow,” you corrected, but that only reminded you both that you worked together and this actually just fucking happened.  The lingering question that loomed over your heads grew a bit bigger.

“I… I won’t hold you to anything you said,” Bill offered softly.  “You were poisoned.  Hopefully your boyfriend will understand that, too.”

You glanced to the side.  “Yeah, that he might understand… but how long I’ve been thinking about you?  He won’t be as sympathetic to that.”

Bill smiled a bit, looking down at you with the most overwhelming tenderness in his stare.  “Tell him tomorrow,” he requested.

“So you can fuck me again tonight?” you assumed.

“No, I— Merlin’s beard, woman!” he widened his eyes.  “I just wanted a night’s head start before he comes after me, to set me straight for shagging his girl on the floor!  You— again?!  What happened to ‘sore for days’?”

You shrugged.  “Just wanted to give you a chance to be sweet with me, like you said.”

“You’ll get your sweet lovemaking in three-to-five business days,” he sighed.  “My poor cock’s gonna fall off otherwise.”

“Oh please, your ‘poor cock’ had the time of its life today,” you rolled your eyes.

“Maybe, but I would’ve rather been able to fuck you properly, not… like this,” he sighed.

“If this isn’t a proper fucking, I shudder to imagine what is,” you laughed.

“No, I mean— to take my time with you.  Savour you.”

“Yeah, like a steak,” you frowned, but he laughed.

“I can tell it’s you again, you’re being mean to me like usual,” he grinned.  “I missed it.”

“I can be mean to you in bed, Weasley— that can absolutely be arranged.”

He smirked.  “So that’s the last time I’ll get to hear you beg for me?”

Raising your eyebrows, you replied, “I never said that.”

[moonbeam-dragon]

Early On In Noel's Life...

“Constance!” Noel shouted, giggling as he ran across the room.

“Noel!”

Noel crashed into the shorter girl, laughing as they tumbled to the floor. Constance sat up, squeezing him tight. The kids both calmed down a bit as Constance’s mom came over. Darlene pulled them both to stand. “Are you two excited?”

Noel nodded, reaching into his backpack and pulling out a coloring book. “Yep! I brought stuff to play!”

“Ooh! Does that one have flowers?” Constance asked.

“It has all the flowers,” Noel bragged.

Darlene chuckled, ruffling Noel’s hair. “You two head up to Constance’s room to play. We’ll let you know when dinner is ready,” she said. Constance quickly threw her arms around her mother’s legs.

“Okay, Mama! Love you!” Constance said before rushing to the door.

Noel went to follow her, but stopped as his mother sat on the couch. He ran up to Carolyn and hugged her, kissing her cheek. “Je t'aime maman. Merci.”

Carolyn sighed and quickly hugged him back. “De rien Cherie. Maintenant, va jouer!” Noel nodded, running over to Constance. The six-and-seven-year-olds ran upstairs, already excitedly chatting. Beneath them, Darlene and Scott Blackwood sat down next to Carolyn, who let her smile fall.

___

Noel and Constance’s playdates often consisted of the same things. They’d leave their parents to hang out, go color or draw, play pretend, and eat Constance’s parents’ delicious snacks. Then, after dinner, Carolyn would take Noel home.

Today, however, after they finished dinner, Carolyn leaned over to Noel. “Hey, I just got an awesome idea! Would you like to stay over here tonight?”

Noel gasped, eyes suddenly shining. “Really?! I’d love to! Connie, we could play all night!”

Constance frowned slightly and looked up at her parents. “Really?”

“Yes,” Scott said, leaning over and putting his hands on her shoulders. “Your mom and I think that’s a great idea.”

“But you said I can’t have sleepovers with boys,” Constance reminded him. Carolyn laughed and glanced away.

Darlene waved it off. “Oh, we can make an exception for Noel.”

“Why?” Constance asked.

Carolyn and Darlene exchanged a glance.

“Oh, it’s not like Noel’s gonna try to be your boyfriend,” Scott teased. Noel made a very dramatic and realistic gagging sound. Darlene slapped a hand over her mouth to conceal her laughter.

Carolyn glared at her briefly before she knelt by Noel. “Mr. Scott and Mrs. Darlene know you, Noel. It’s okay.”

“Yeah. We’re fine with Noel sleeping over. He’s your best friend after all,” Darlene said.

Constance nodded excitedly. Noel looked at her with a raised eyebrow. “What?” he said. “I thought Ocean was your best friend.”

Constance shrugged. ��Can’t I have two?”

Noel’s face broke into a grin. “Well you’re my best friend too! I’d fight Ocean for it.”

“Noel!” Carolyn scolded briefly.

“What? I will! I’d fuck her up!”

Darlene and Scott glanced at Carolyn, who sighed heavily. “What have I said about that kind of language?”

Noel looked his mother dead in the eye and said, “Dites ‘putain’ en français en présence de Papa.”

Carolyn just looked the other direction, shaking her head. “I- No, don’t cuss! Oi, what am I to do with you?”

Darlene laughed off-key and patted Constance’s head. “You two go upstairs,” she said. “We’ll even let you stay up a little bit.”

Noel and Constance gasped before suddenly bolting out of the kitchen and running upstairs.

Carolyn rubbed her temples, muttering to herself in French. Scott put a hand on her back. “You’re doing great, Cari.”

___

As Constance and Noel hopped up on her bed, Noel asked, “Am I really your best friend?”

“Well, yeah!” Constance said. She folded her legs and grabbed a big plushie to squeeze. “You’re always really nice to me. And way more fun than anyone else.”

“Even Ocean?” Noel asked, smirking. Constance blushed and glanced down.

“Don’t tell her I said that. I don’t wanna hurt her feelings.”

“I don’t wanna upset her either. I won’t,” Noel promised. “She’s still my friend.”

“Good.”

“Is everyone your best friend?” Noel asked.

Constance shook her head. “Nope! You and Ocean. And Ricky, I uh, I guess?” Her face fell and she hugged her knees. “Ricky’s been acting really weird lately. I don’t think he wants to be friends anymore.”

Noel frowned and turned to face Constance more. “Why not? He was always so nice last year.”

Constance shrugged. “I dunno. He’s been quiet this year. I don’t think I’ve heard him talk since before summer,” Constance said. She furrowed her eyebrows and stared at the ground.

“He’s never been much of a talker,” Noel defended. “He usually just meows.”

“Yeah, but he doesn’t do that around me anymore,” Constance said. “And he never plays with us! Haven’t you noticed? He’s always sitting-”

“Maybe he’s in timeout a lot,” Noel said.

Constance nudged him. “Not everyone is as naughty as you!” Noel pouted. “He’s not in timeout! He gets to color. I just don’t think he wants to play anymore.”

Noel shrugged, pushing his feet off the bed to kick them. “He’s always been weird. His loss if he doesn’t wanna play with us. We’re tons of fun!”

Constance nodded. “Oh, tons! You come up with the best games,” she told him. Noel’s face pulled into a big grin. “Really! Your games are always super fun.”

Noel bounced in place. “Really? Mom says my games are too much. She doesn’t want me playing some of them at school.”

“Booooriiing!” Constance joked. Noel shoved her playfully. After a moment, their laughter died down and they were just smiling at one another.

Constance and Noel sat in silence for a bit after that. Noel started staring into space. At some point, he heard a burst of noise from downstairs. Darlene shouted something, though not angrily, and Scott followed up with something just as loud. His mother’s voice suddenly flicked back at them and then it was quiet.

Noel suddenly teared up. Constance noticed and moved closer to put a hand on his arm. “Hey! What’s wrong?!”

Noel sniffed as he pulled up his knees to his chest. “Does your dad ever yell at your mom?”

Constance looked at the ceiling as she thought. “Yeah. When it’s busy in the cafe and she can’t hear.”

Noel hummed, turning his head away from her. “Does he get angry?”

“No,” Constance said. “I’ve never seen my dad really angry. Not at me or my mom. He just gets angry when he burns cupcakes.” Her eyes suddenly widened, and she leaned close to Noel. “Your dad doesn’t yell when he’s angry… Does he?”

Noel pressed his tongue to the roof of his mouth as the tears spilled over. Constance couldn’t see his face, but she heard his sniffling. “I- I don’t know why. He doesn’t like it when I’m too loud or rowdy. He doesn't like to play with me. He doesn’t like mom’s singing. He doesn’t like when she’s at work.” He buried his face in his knees. Constance heard the muffled words, “He was really mad tonight. I think Maman doesn’t wanna fight. That’s why we’re sleeping over.”

Constance shook her head and wrapped her arms around him. “Noel, I’m super sorry!” Noel turned and clung to Constance. He started crying into her chest, and she held him there, starting to rock back and forth. “Your dad sounds like a big jerk.”

“He can be! Only when he’s mad. And when he’s home…” Noel sniffed and rested his chin on his knees. “Why doesn’t he ever wanna play with me like Maman does? What’s wrong with me? I- I don't know what I did wrong! I don't remember what I did. I must have done something really wrong when I was a baby.”

Constance squeezed him tight. “No! Your dad is just mean!” She pulled back and looked him in the eyes. “He’s also stupid if he doesn’t know how cool you are.”

“You- You think I’m cool?” Noel asked.

Constance nodded. “Super cool!”

Noel hugged her again, this time knocking Constance onto her back. She squealed and rolled onto her side so Noel wasn’t on top of her. “You’re the best, Connie…”

“No, you are, Noël,” she said affectionately.

Normally, the pair would have taken their permission to stay up late as far as possible. But it was really comfy there, and Noel was tired from the events of earlier.

“Hey, Connie?” Noel muttered as he started drifting off in the warmth of her hug.

Constance hummed. Noel didn't respond, so she said, “What is it Noël?”

Noel sniffed. “Are we always gonna be friends? Really close friends?”

“Always,” Constance said, and Noel could hear the smile in her voice. “Best friends.”

“Until we die?”

“Uh… Yeah. Why? It's not like you and I are gonna die for years and years and years and years.”

Noel shrugged. “Just checking.”

“Oh.”

“Will we be best friends after we die?”

“Yeah…”

“And… And I'll hold your hand as we die. If I die first, I'll wait for you.”

“Mhm…”

“Would you wait if you died first?”

“Probably…”

“Unless we die together. What if we get typhoid flu at the same time? Would we die hand in hand?”

“... Yeah-”

“So when we die-”

“Noëllll,” Constance groaned. “I'm too sleepy for death.”

“Okay fine… Love ya, Connie.”

“Love ya, Noël.”

When Carolyn came upstairs to say goodnight, she found the kids laying together, still half cuddling. She smiled and walked over to pull their shoes off and lay a blanket over them. She kissed both kids on the head before leaving the room. Noel opened one eye to watch her walk out and close the door. He heard her gasp softly and saw her wipe her eyes before she disappeared. Noel whined in concern, but Constance quickly hushed him with a squeeze. He tried to relax, shutting his eye again and letting Constance hold him close.

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