#THANKS FOR THIS GENUINELY LOVE GOING OVER STUFF LIKE THIS

[justmeinadaze]

Hi lovely!! I want to start off by saying how TALENTED YOU ARE, genuinely you are my favourite writer on this platform for Eddie and Steve LOL

I was hoping we could get some more of pornstar! steddie as it is my literal favourite ( Maybe something where the reader is innocent and hasn't had much or any sex and asks them to teach her stuff or something? ) I don't know, if you feel up to writing it you can add anything you want!!

Again, absolutely adore you and your writing, and I hope you are having a wonderful day!!

xo Cherry 💫

A/N: I changed this a bit. I hope that's ok. I didn't want it to be too close or similar to Corroded Corpses "Boys On Film" (Check it out! Its amazing!)

Thank you for your compliments <3. I love you!

Warnings: Pornstar Steddie/ Plus Size Fem Y/N, established relationship, best friends to lovers, SMUT (dirty talk, 'teaching', facesitting, 69, pretty lady on top). FLUFF. Mentions of reader never having been on top because of her size (brief), she does have some reservations but they squash that.

Word Count: 2786

Steddie Asks/ Donate to Me

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hang on a minute, little lady.”, Eddie practically shouts as you roll your eyes and Steve laughs through his teeth. “You’re telling me that you’ve never ridden a guy before?”

“Ok, this was a mistake. Let’s just pretend I didn’t say anything and keep watching your dirty movie alright?”, you sigh completely flushed with embarrassment.

The three of you had been best friends for so many years and you were never once shy around each other. You had seen them naked and vice versa, openly told the other about any sexual experiences you had or were currently having, and they even opened up to you about signing up to be in a porn film, bringing it over a few months later to show you the finish product. 

But when it came to other aspects of your relationships, you kept things to yourself especially after they beat up one of your ex’s for calling you a “fat slut” when you two got into a fight. 

“No, no. Please, go on. I’d love to hear more because I don’t understand why any man wouldn’t want to watch you bouncing around on top of them.” Again, you tried to shy away but Steve grabbed your hands and moved them away from your face. “Come on, honey. I’m serious. No teasing.”

“I mean…look at her…”, you smile hoping your tone sounds playful as you gesture towards the screen. “I mean…”

“Yeah. That’s a person…Wait…are you an alien?!”

“Stop it, Ed. Yeah, Y/N. We see her…I don’t see a difference though.”

“Really, Steven? You don’t see ANY difference?”, you sass as you get to your feet and place yourself by the tv screen. “NOTHING at all?”

“Are you trying to tell me the reason you’ve never been on top is because you’re curvy?”

“That’s a nice way of putting it, Eddie, but let’s be blunt here. I’m a fat girl. I’m too heavy and add in the fact that no one wants to see my…everything…jiggle.”

“Speak for yourself.”, he mumbles under his breath. 

“Did someone tell you this or is this you?”, Steve asks a bit more forcefully than he meant to. “Because we’ll fucking kill anyone that fucking lied to you like that. If it’s you then we can just spank it out of you.”

Both men smile when you giggle.

“Do you know how? To ride a dick, I mean.”

Your eyes narrow Eddie’s way as he nonchalantly places the beer bottle in his hand on the table beside his bed. 

“I mean…there’s not much to it…I imagine. Why? Wanna teach me, porn star?”

“We can if you want us to.”

Your gaze shifts between theirs waiting for the punch line followed by their infectious laughs that make you feel warm inside and out. But it never comes as they continue to stare at you with their wide, expressive eyes waiting on you to decide. 

“Why?”

“It’s not like we’re making love or anything. We’re just…teaching…It will be like how we were on set except there’s no camera.”

“We know we’re not your type anyway.”, Steve jests as he reaches out to lightly hit your knee. 

“Who says?” That grabs their attention as their heads fully snap in your direction. “I mean, we’ve never really talked about it but I always thought I wasn’t your type. Personally, I think you’re both sweet, funny, attractive…I guess.”

They laugh gently at your joke as you smile their way. 

“Ok!”, Eddie claps his hands loudly together as he bounces off the mattress. “Harrington, you lay on the floor here and Y/N, go ahead and take off everything from the waist down.”

Your eyes widen in amusement as you watch Steve slide off the bed with zero hesitation as he does what his friend suggestions and removes his shirt before tossing it to the side. 

“Are you…are you sure? I don’t…”

“Hey.”, the metalhead coos in a much softer voice as he takes you hand and guides you onto your feet. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. Just say the word. We’ll still love you.”

“You promise? I don’t…I can’t lose you two.”

With a tender smile, Eddie cups your face in his hands and brings his lips to your own for a tender kiss. 

“We’re not going anywhere, sweetheart. Cross my heart.”

“And hope to die.”, Steve adds as his fingers comfortingly caress your thigh.

“Well, let’s not go that far.”, you tease, trying to keep the mood light as you remove your shorts and panties. “Now what, Mr. Munson.”

“Oooo I like that.”, he jokes as he guides you to your knees, watching as the other man falls flat on his back and runs his fingers through his hair to push it way from his face. “Ok, now, whenever you’re ready, I want you to place both knees on either side of his head and—”

“You want me to sit on his face?” Eddie’s grin grows as he nods. “I’ve…I’ve never done that either—”

“I figured.”

Smirking, you lightly punch his chest causing both boys to chuckle before suddenly feeling soft kisses trailing up your thigh as Steve sits up on one of his elbows. 

“It’s ok, honey, trust me. I can handle it and if something’s not right I’ll tap your leg three times.”

His beautiful amber eyes watch you carefully as you exhale, allowing you all the time you need before you gradually crane your neck to kiss his lips. 

“Good girl. Come on.”, the former jock praises as you allow them to maneuver you till your lower half was hovering just above him with your hands balancing on his chest and his cling to your thighs. 

“Can, um, can I have a bit more vulnerability?” Eddie’s eyebrows furrow in confusion at your question till you gesture with your head at what you want, laughing as he leans over to unbutton Steve’s jeans to pull them down his ankles. 

“Ay! Be careful down there. I’m not a rag doll.”

You smile as he scolds the metalhead but you can’t help it when a shaky breath leaves you as his admittedly large cock tries to push through the hole in his boxers. 

“Is she turning you on, bud?”

“Fuck off, Munson. It’s just… Y/N, your pussy smells good.” Lifting his head, he presses his nose between your folds and your eyes roll back as his wide tongue follows. 

“God, you look so fucking sexy, sweetheart. N-Now, go ahead and roll your hips a-against his tongue. You can use his chest for balance if you need to.”

Doing as he instructed, you rolled your hips forward, whimpering when he grazed your clit down to your entrance, just barely dipping in before pulling back. You tried again with a bit more confidence causing Steve to groan underneath you as his mouth closed around your little bud.

“D-Did…did I hurt you?”

When he shook his head, he let go of your bundle of nerves with an obscene slurping pop that had your pussy clenching around nothing. 

“No, baby. Fuck, you taste like heaven. You can push down harder if you need to. I’m ok.”

Baby

They’d never called you that before. Hearing it now drove you crazy as your nails dug into his chest and grinded your body against him. 

“Atta girl. You like that? You like hearing him compliment you like that?”, Eddie murmured as he pressed his nose into your cheek and left feathery light kisses along your skin. 

One of Steve’s palms released you and you both watched as he dug into his boxers to free his cock, collecting the copious amount of precum leaking from the tip to use as he stroked himself looking for a much-needed release. 

“O-Ok, fuck, now, I want you to bounce on his tongue, babe. Use your knees to lift yourself up a-and come back down till you feel him deep in that tight little pussy.”

You tried to do what he commanded but there was some self-conscious part of your brain that was terrified of hurting the boy beneath you. Eddie noticed your trepidation, hastily gripping your jaw and turning your eyes to meet his. 

“Don’t. Don’t think about your size or what those other fuckers told you. He said he’d tell you if he needed to stop. Do you not trust him?”

“N-No, I do. I do.”

“Then why are you hesitating?”

“I’m sorry.”, you pant as you push yourself up straighter and utilize your knees to do what he instructed. As your body came back down, Steve’s thick, large tongue filled you so completely that you felt like you wanted to cry from pleasure. “Fuck, Steve. N-No one’s ever…been this deep…”

“You haven’t had me yet, sweetheart. Now, make yourself cum.”

After licking his fingers, Eddie reached between you and matched your rhythm as he messaged your clit. You were suddenly overwhelmed with euphoria as the coil snapped and Steve arms quickly wrapped around your middle, holding you in place as you rode out your high. 

“Good…good girl. Let him lick you clean, pretty girl.”

Your body twitched as you fell against him, his tongue still devouring you but now at a much slower pace. Your heavy eyes glanced towards his length that was now firey red and you couldn’t stop yourself when you carefully circled your fingers around him. 

“Ah, fuck.”, he whined at the sensitivity, seemingly on the edge of a release. Raising your head, you spit over his tip causing his head to hit the floor with a little thunk as he absorbed the feeling of your palm stroking his length. “Fuck, her hand feels good. Her pussy t-tastes amazing, Ed. It’s everything we…”

You couldn’t hear what he mumbled to Eddie as your lips fully enveloped him and all you good manage to absorb was the throbbing of his length on your own tongue. Steve’s fingers tangled in your hair as his hips thrust upwards and you allowed him to use your throat as he chased his high. 

“That’s it, baby. Fuck…fuck! M’gonna cum.”

His seed spurted its warmth as he grunted in pleasure above you. After swallowing everything he had to give, you kissed his tip and he lazily man-handled you around till your face was level with his so he could passionately kiss your lips. 

“Are you ready for your second lesson, Y/N?”

At the sound of his strained tone, your gaze shifted towards Eddie who had his cock in his hand that now look just as red and angry as Steve’s had.

“Yes, Mr. Munson. I’m ready.”

Smirking at your answer, he lifted you effortlessly into his arms and climbed back on to his mattress with you on top of him straddling his waist. As he reached for the pack of condoms on his bed side table, your hand extended out to stop him. 

“I’m, um, I’m on the pill. I mean if you want to.”

Blinking, you noticed his confident demeanor faulter slightly. 

“Are you sure? With everything we do…on set and…”

“Are you safe?”

“Yeah, yeah, princess, I’m clean. I…we just understand that…you may have a viewpoint of us…”

Placing your palms under his ears, you softly kiss his lips as your thumbs caress his cheeks. 

“Did someone tell you this or is this you?”, you echo their words from earlier. “Because I’ll kick anyone’s ass who—”

“Yeah, yeah, ya dork.”, he jests as he playfully smacks your behind. “Ok, I’ve, um, I’ve never done it raw so…if your pussy is as good as Steve says it is…I may ruin this particular lesson by busting too soon.”

Giggling at his now nervous demeanor, you lift off your shirt and toss it towards the other boy who catches it midair before throwing it on the floor near your pants so he can climb in beside you both. 

“I like this bra. It’s cute.”, Steve compliments as his fingers trace the black lace while Eddie’s own hands rub up and down your sides.

“Whenever you’re ready, baby, just slide down onto my dick. Take your time, there’s no rush.”

Nodding, Eddie holds his shaft as your entrance hovers just above him. Just the warmth alone that’s radiating from your cunt has his cock twitching before you slowly begin to descend onto him. 

“Shit.”

“What? Did I do s-something? Am I—”

His ringed hand clasps over your mouth as his other keeps you in place. 

“No. You’re not too heavy. Stop thinking about all that bullshit. Fuck, I really am going to fucking cum before she even moves.”

Steve grins at the man’s words as he winks at you reassuringly. Knowing that he’s alright, you continue to lower your body, taking him in inch by inch till you feel him fully sheathed inside you. 

“Eddie.”

“How does it feel, baby?”

“So…deep. Feels different…better…”

“Go—Go ahead and roll your hips.” You do as he says, repeating your movements you had done with the other boy causing an electricity to shoot through you as his cock grazes something inside you that you weren’t even sure was there. 

“Oh my god.”

“There’s the spot.”, he whispered. “Take over, Y/N. Balance on my chest and hit that spot, baby girl. Fuck, your pussy is squeezing me so tight.”

While you ride his length, you don’t notice the way your tummy jiggles or that from his angle you may not look flattering. All you can focus on is him and how he feels inside you. With every press of that button, you whimper and mewl his name causing you to clench tighter to him as he groans at the sound of you moaning. When you’re finally able to open your eyes to look at him, you notice his chocolate ones are zeroed in on where you two connected as his hands absently guide your movements on your waist. 

Occasionally, his gaze shifts to your breasts as he licks his lips at the sight and desperate to please him, you reach behind you to undo the clasp, throwing it to the ground. Leaning up towards your chest, Eddie wraps his mouth around one of your nipples and your fingers thread through his hair as you grind your hips against his. 

“So fucking beautiful. Cum for me, baby.”

Pushing at his chest, you chase your high and he bites his bottom lip at the sight as you finally truly take over. Your body shudders as your rhythm stutters and your pussy quivers as you come undone. It’s more than Eddie can handle and his grip becomes almost bruising as he guides your sloppy movements till you feel him empty deep inside you. 

“F-Fuck…oh, careful, pretty girl.”, he coos as you wince when you try to lift your body off his. “Can, um, is it ok if I hold you like this?”

Smiling, you nod as lay your head under his chin and he circles his arms around you so he can play with your hair. 

“In a minute we can take a shower and get you clean.”, he whispered as they both listened to you steadily breathe.

“Am I your type?” Confusion paints both their features and you push up on your knees so you could see them both. “You said you weren’t my type but I said that you were. Am I yours?”

Their gaze shifts to each other before Steve chuckles under his breath. 

“You didn’t hear what I said, did you? I said that your pussy was everything we ever talked about it being. That’s not all we talk about though. You’re kind and strong—”

“Sarcastic as fuck.”, Eddie cuts in making you laugh. 

“You’re so gorgeous, honey. When we were shooting our scenes we, uh, we pretended she was you.”

Both men sit up with the metalhead holding your body to keep you against him. 

“If you want this to be a onetime thing we understand but if not…”

“We’d like to take you on a date.”

“Maybe give you some more lessons.”

“Hey now. I’m sure I can teach you both a thing or two.”, you giggle as they beam up at you with nothing but care. “Ok, as long as you can promise me that no matter what I won’t lose you. You’ve been my best friends for so long and I love you so much.”

Placing his hand on the back of your neck, Eddie guides your lips to his. 

“What did I say, babe? We’ll always be here, no matter what. Cross my heart.”, he grins as he does the gesture over his chest and Steve follows, finishing it by grabbing your cheeks in both his massive palms to kiss you. 

[fairyhaos]

ᜊ : WELCOME TO FAIRYHAOS’...

hello beloved whimsies! we're finally nearing the end of another year, and just like we did in 2023, it's time to review everything that happened in 2024 ^^ here in this post i'll go back over some general stats, some "top (x)" categories, and also a shoutout to all the lovely people i've met here on tumblr <3

but first, the general stats!

the fairyhaos account was opened 603 days ago (as of new year's eve)

crazily, we have a total of 4382 followers already - which is 1505 in just this year,

and the total number of moots has risen to over 40 !

in 2024, ive written 34 works (+1 for tubatu!!),

created 21 gifsets (+2 for zb1!!),

made 3.6k+ posts in general,

received 325 posts in my tracked tag #useryenas (thanku guys so much for that)

and wracked up 62.7k+ notes in this year alone!

(which brings the total note count to 169.8k... LITERALLY INSANE)

statistics-wise, this year has been absolutely incredible, despite how inactive i've been, so thank you everyone!!

now, how about the top post stats?

total word count in 2024: ~87,000 words!!!

top fic of 2024: no such thing as too perfect // jww (2,300 notes)

top fic of all time: 04:15am // csc (4,514 notes)

fav fic from 2024: all mother nature's fault // hjs

top gif from 2024: joshua | arena x barrie (407 notes)

top gif of all time: gyuseokshu | babygirls (658 notes)

fav gif from 2024: yujin | prettiest person in the world

this is all absolutely amazing, but genuinely, this wouldn't have been possible without the support and love i've received from all of you: moots, followers, and everyone else who has been so, so kind.

so finally, here are my thanks!

first port of call is of course, my most beloved writer moots who i've known since day 1! thank you to @blue-jisungs for being so bright and friendly, to @weird-bookworm for being the biggest, kindest supporter i could ask for, to @etherealyoungk for being so lovely all the time, to @icyminghao, @hannyoontify, @wheeboo, @slytherinshua, @haecien, @wollycobbl3-blr @gyuswhore @arafilez @eternalgyu @idubiluv @wonwoonlight @odxrilove @leejungchans @joonsytip @mirxzii @trblsvt @reikaryu for just being so sweet and so fun and making me grateful every day that i found you. i talk to u all with varying degrees of frequency, but still, i love you all so much. thank you!

and ofc, there are my incredibly talented cc moots who have been w me since last year :( our main content may be different, but i'm so thankful to have known u all bc you're all the friendliest, most talented people in the world! to @sugurugetos for always being so kind since day one, to @vcrnons for being the sweetest, to the always friendly @soonhoonsol, to @meowonhao @h-ao @seokmins @joshuas, thank you for being here because you brighten up my dash, without a fail, all the time!

then to all the moots i made this year, hello and thank you!! thank you to @chwedout for being so silly and kind, to @96z for your loveliness and being the caratblr glue, to @jeonwon-wonwoo for being the kindest soul ever, to @planetkiimchi and @eoieopda for being fun and sweet and so, so nice. and of course, thanks to @pookiez, @p1harmonie @rosieposie @y-eontan @fabulaee, because we even though the only interaction we have is reblogging the same stuff and me putting things in your tracked tags, i love seeing you on my dash and you make my day so much better, genuinely. <3

it feels strange to put this in, but i also want to thank the people who i follow, even if they don't follow me back: because i love your posts, and i think it's important that i say it! you all form a key part of my experience here, so thank you: @jeonghanic @soobinies @lee-sanghyeok @yeonjune @db2k @hoshingi @wnjunhui @renjunniez @myungjaehyun !!

but there's no way i'm forgetting everyone else!

to @melodicrabbit @caratsandpotatoes and @minhui896, whose rbs i always look forward to whenever i post; to @chocoreads and @k1eev for being excited about yeoubi since the start, thank you so much. to the people who tagged me in their fic recs post, thank you too!!!

to 🍒 anon, vernon anon, glasses shua anon, 😼 anon, and any other named anons ive forgotten, thank you for popping into my inbox and making my day. to any unnamed anons, or anons who appeared once and then left, or those who came back without an emoji: i see you, and thank you for interacting with me!

and then to anyone who i haven't called out—all of my lovely supporters, beloved yena's fairies, thank you! i see you all, and i'm so grateful for all your love and i'll look to repay it in kind with much more content to be released next year. 2024 has been a busy year, both personally and for fairyhaos, and i'm where i am right now because of all of you.

happy new year everyone, and i hope you're all nothing but happy and healthy in 2025 💗

[regressionschool]

"First Steps" Introduction Class

An Excerpt from an Choose your own adventure story over at  CHYOA

After failing the Bodily Aptitude and Maturity Test (BAM)Rebecca has been reassigned to the toddler level, she has chosen to adapt to her new level immediately instead of a more gradual change.

"First Steps" Introduction Class

Rebecca’s eyes widened as she stepped into the cozy playroom, taking in the warm colors and gentle atmosphere that filled the space. Soft rugs covered the floor, and low shelves along the walls held brightly colored toys, crayons, and stacks of picture books. A handful of young women, each wearing toddler outfits similar to hers, were scattered around the room, engaging in different activities. Some were stacking colorful blocks, others were absorbed in crayon scribbles, while a few chatted happily with caregivers who offered gentle guidance and encouragement.

Nanny Malory placed a comforting hand on Rebecca's shoulder, giving her an encouraging nod. "Welcome to the 'First Steps' Introduction Class, Rebecca. All of these lovely girls chose to embrace toddlerhood, just like you," she said with a warm smile. "Starting at the toddler level is a wonderful choice.I'm proud of you."

Rebecca glanced around, noting the variety of expressions on the girls’ faces. She recognized the same mixed emotions she felt herself ��� a blend of bashfulness and curiosity, with traces of excitement showing through.

Directly across the room, a petite girl named Lily was seated at a small table, focusing intently on stacking blocks. Though her cheeks were flushed pink with embarrassment, she looked content, her shy smile growing each time she successfully added a block to her tower. Her fingers fidgeted as she worked, but there was a quiet happiness in her movements, a kind of acceptance that made Rebecca feel a little less alone.

Nearby, a lively girl named Ava giggled as she scribbled a rainbow of colors across a sheet of paper. She seemed a bit more at ease with herself, her eyes twinkling with a giddy excitement.

Rebecca hesitated for a moment before walking over to a girl sprawled on a colorful rug near the far corner of the playroom. Ava, as the caregivers had called her, was surrounded by crayons and an impressive collection of doodles. The young woman’s pastel romper clung slightly askew to her frame, its loose fit emphasizing the puffy outline of her diaper. Yet Ava didn’t seem to care in the slightest, her movements carefree and brimming with the unfiltered enthusiasm of a child lost in their world of imagination.

“Hi there,” Rebecca said softly, kneeling down beside her.

Ava looked up, her face bright with delight, her crayon pausing mid-stroke on the paper. “Oh, hi! Are you new?” she asked, her words tumbling out quickly, as if she’d been waiting for someone to join her. Without waiting for an answer, she grabbed a nearby drawing and thrust it toward Rebecca. “Look! I just finished this one. It’s a rainbow! Isn’t it pretty?”

Rebecca studied the crayon drawing, the rainbow’s colors slightly wobbly but vibrant. “It’s beautiful,” she said, a small smile breaking across her face.

“Thanks!” Ava beamed, returning to her doodles with a flourish of purple crayon. Her energy was infectious, her giggles punctuating the sound of scribbling. “I’ve been making a whole bunch of them. I’m going to ask Miss Heather if I can hang them up later. She says the walls here can always use more decorations!”

Rebecca found herself relaxing, sitting fully on the rug now. She watched as Ava switched to a yellow crayon, her small fingers gripping it tightly as she added a smiling sun to the corner of the page.

“Do you draw a lot?” Rebecca asked, genuinely curious.

“Not before,” Ava admitted, her tongue poking out slightly as she focused on her work. “I was always too busy with boring grown-up stuff. But now?” She paused, waving her arms dramatically to indicate the room around her. “Now I can just play and color all day if I want! No meetings, no laundry, no silly deadlines. Just crayons, naps, and fun.”

Her joy was so palpable that Rebecca couldn’t help but laugh softly. “It sounds like you’re really enjoying it here.”

“Oh, I love it,” Ava said without hesitation. She set down her crayon and tapped the front of her diaper with a satisfied grin. “And these? Way better than grown-up undies. No accidents, no worries, just comfy and cozy.”

Rebecca’s cheeks turned pink at Ava’s unabashed enthusiasm, but Ava didn’t seem to notice. She plucked another crayon from the pile, adding a few fluffy clouds to her picture.

“You should try it,” Ava said, glancing at Rebecca with a sly smile. “Once you let go of all the grown-up stuff, it’s so much easier. Plus, the caregivers here are super nice. They make sure you’re always comfy and happy.”

Rebecca nodded slowly, Ava’s words sticking with her. Maybe there really was something freeing about letting go, about not overthinking every little thing.

As Ava finished her drawing, she held it up proudly for Rebecca to see. “Ta-da! What do you think?”

“It’s wonderful,” Rebecca said sincerely.

“Wanna color with me?” Ava asked, pushing a pile of crayons toward Rebecca with a playful nudge. “It’s way more fun with a friend.”

Rebecca carefully set her crayon down, tilting her head as she examined her finished drawing. A tall tree stretched upward on the paper, its branches wide and strong. From one of the branches hung a simple swing, swaying gently in an imagined breeze. She smiled softly, pleased with the outcome, even if it was a little wobbly in places.

Ava, sprawled beside her, leaned closer to peek at the picture. Her romper shifted as she moved, and Rebecca couldn’t help but notice the soft crinkle accompanying the motion. “That’s so good!” Ava exclaimed, her voice brimming with enthusiasm. She pointed at the swing, her finger nearly smudging the crayon. “I wanna swing there!”

Rebecca chuckled nervously. “Thanks. I just… thought it looked peaceful.”

Ava nodded fervently, her energy almost tangible as she shifted again, bouncing slightly in place. A faint hissing sound broke through the quiet moment, and Rebecca’s eyes darted to Ava’s face. Ava didn’t seem to notice—or perhaps she simply didn’t care. Her smile remained as bright as ever, her attention fully on the drawing.

Before Rebecca could process what she had heard, Mrs. Mallory’s warm presence arrived behind them. “Oh, my goodness, Rebecca,” the caregiver cooed, bending down to inspect the drawing. “What a lovely picture! You’ve captured such a sweet scene.” She reached out to gently lift the paper, holding it up for a better look.

Rebecca’s cheeks flushed pink as Mrs. Mallory beamed. “This would look perfect on our art wall!”

Ava clapped her hands excitedly, the crinkling sound punctuating her movements. “Yes! It’s so pretty! Hang it up, hang it up!” she chirped, bouncing slightly in place again.

Mrs. Mallory chuckled, clearly delighted by their enthusiasm. She turned to Rebecca, her smile softening. “What do you think, sweetheart? Shall we display it for everyone to see?”

Rebecca hesitated, glancing between Mrs. Mallory and Ava. “Um… sure,” she said shyly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

Mrs. Mallory gave an approving nod and strode to the corkboard at the front of the room, carefully pinning the drawing in a central spot. “There we go,” she said, stepping back to admire it. “Doesn’t that look wonderful?”

Ava nodded vigorously, practically bouncing off the rug in excitement. Rebecca couldn’t help but smile, even as her cheeks burned with embarrassment.

Before anyone could comment further, the door to the playroom opened, and a tall man entered, carrying a stack of brightly colored books. His striped sweater and glasses gave him an approachable, friendly air. He clapped his hands once, drawing the room’s attention.

“Good morning, everyone!” he said cheerfully, his voice filling the space. “It’s time to settle down and get ready for our morning lesson.”

Rebecca’s stomach fluttered with a mix of nerves and curiosity as the room began to quiet.

Mr. Teacher’s warm gaze settled on the group, and he clapped his hands gently, the sound drawing their full attention. “Good girls,” he said, his tone dripping with approval. “Good, smart girls who know how to let go of the things that don’t matter. You’ve made the right choice, embracing your new role and letting your caregivers take care of you. And most importantly,” his eyes twinkled as he gestured toward them, “choosing to wear your diapers proudly.”

Rebecca felt her cheeks flush a deep pink, her gaze dropping to the soft rug beneath her. Something about the way he said it made her stomach flutter—not quite embarrassment, not quite pride, but something in between. She shifted slightly, the quiet crinkle beneath her romper reminding her of the change she’d so recently accepted.

“And some of you,” Mr. Teacher continued, his smile broadening as he glanced around the room, “are already excelling.” His eyes landed on Ava, who was sitting with a wide grin, her posture relaxed and carefree. “Ava, you’re a shining example.”

Ava blinked, then lit up, practically glowing under his praise. “Me?” she asked, her voice high and sweet with surprise, though her hands clapped together in delight.

“That’s right,” Mr. Teacher said with a nod. “You’ve embraced everything this transition has to offer. And I can tell you’re already making the most of it.” He paused, his voice dropping slightly, as if sharing a secret. “In fact, I can tell you’re already a little soggy. That’s exactly what I want to see—a girl who’s so comfortable and confident, she uses her diaper without a second thought.”

Ava’s grin widened, and she shifted in her seat, clearly proud of herself. “Thank you, Mr. Teacher!” she chirped, sitting up straighter, her puffed-out chest practically radiating pride. “I just thought… why wait?”

The room erupted into a soft murmur of giggles and whispers, some of the girls nodding in agreement, others blushing and glancing nervously at their laps. Rebecca couldn’t help but glance sideways at Ava, a mixture of surprise and admiration bubbling inside her. How did he know? She didn’t see Ava move or do anything obvious, yet Mr. Teacher had pointed it out like it was the simplest thing in the world.

Rebecca’s heart raced as she stole a glance at Mr. Teacher, wondering if he would turn his attention to her next. The thought both thrilled and terrified her. A small voice in her mind whispered that maybe, just maybe, she wanted that same approval—even if the idea made her squirm.

Rebecca sat on the soft rug near the back, her cheeks already warm with unease. She glanced briefly at the others, noting how unfamiliar everyone seemed with one another. Some sat quietly, fidgeting with their clothes or hair, while others focused intently on Mr. Teacher’s words.

“Using your diapers isn’t just practical,” Mr. Teacher continued, his voice calm but encouraging. “It’s a symbol of trust—trust in your caregivers, trust in your decision to be here, and most importantly, trust in yourself. Today, I’d like each of you to take a step toward embracing that trust. Relax, and let your body do what it needs to do.”

The room was quiet for a long moment. Rebecca’s stomach fluttered nervously as she tried to process what he was asking. Wet on purpose? Right here? Her thoughts raced as she lowered her gaze to her lap, unsure of how to even begin.

A few of the girls responded almost immediately. The quiet rustle of shifting postures and faint crinkles broke the silence, accompanied by soft sighs or shy giggles. Rebecca glanced up briefly to see their faces—some visibly relaxed, others pink with embarrassment but smiling softly nonetheless.

Rebecca, on the other hand, couldn’t seem to let go. She closed her eyes, willing herself to relax, but the tension in her body remained stubborn. Around her, the atmosphere in the room grew lighter as more girls succeeded, their caregivers moving quietly among them with gentle words of praise.

Rebecca’s frustration grew as the moments ticked by. She shifted on the rug, her hands pressing against her lap as she struggled to focus inward. Finally, the tension broke, and her pee spread through her diaper. Her breath hitched as her cheeks burned—half with embarrassment, half with relief.

Rebecca sat frozen on the soft rug, her face still hot with embarrassment as the moment unfolded. Her heart thudded loudly in her chest, the sound almost drowning out the quiet crinkles and murmurs in the room. And then, slowly, it happened.

The first sensation was warmth, spreading gently through the thick padding of her diaper. It was unlike anything she had ever felt before—a strange, almost surreal mixture of relief and comfort. The initial rush startled her, and her breath hitched slightly as she froze, unsure whether to stop or let it continue.

She couldn’t stop.

The warmth continued to spread, soaking into the soft, absorbent layers that cradled her. The material swelled slightly against her skin, becoming heavier, snugger, almost like a comforting hug. Rebecca’s cheeks burned as she realized the quiet sound of her diaper growing wet, faint but unmistakable, might be audible to the others. But no one looked her way.

Her mind raced. I’m peeing myself… and I like it? The thought sent a fresh wave of embarrassment crashing over her, but it didn’t erase the tiny flicker of contentment growing deep inside her.

The wetness settled into the core of the diaper, the warmth lingering against her skin as the fabric wicked away the moisture, leaving the surface soft and dry yet swollen. It was oddly reassuring, the way the diaper handled everything with such ease. She shifted slightly on the rug, feeling the difference in its texture—a bit squishier now, a constant reminder of what she’d just done.

Maybe I’m meant to be here, she thought suddenly, her heart skipping a beat at the realization. She had resisted this idea for so long, convinced it wasn’t for her. But in this moment, sitting in a warm, damp diaper, she felt a sense of calm she hadn’t expected.

The faintest smile tugged at her lips, though she quickly glanced around to see if anyone noticed. None of the other girls seemed to care. Ava, seated nearby, gave her a quick, encouraging grin, her eyes twinkling with pride.

Rebecca sighed softly, allowing herself to relax into the moment. It was strange, unfamiliar, and yes, even a little pleasant. Maybe Mr. Teacher had been right. Trusting herself—trusting the process—wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

Rebecca sat on the rug, her face still hot and her heart thudding in her chest. The warmth spreading through her wet diaper clung to her skin, soft and heavy, reminding her of what she’d just done. She couldn’t shake the mixed feelings of relief, embarrassment, and—strangely—a flicker of satisfaction.

“Becky,” Mr. Teacher’s voice broke through her thoughts as he approached. She glanced up quickly, only to immediately lower her gaze when she saw his warm smile. “You’ve done such a good job,” he said, crouching down beside her. “You’re learning to pee in your Pampers just like a good girl should. I’m very proud of you.”

Rebecca’s cheeks burned at his words, her breath catching in her throat. “Thank you,” she murmured, unable to meet his gaze.

Mr. Teacher chuckled softly. “No need to be shy, Becky. This is exactly what you’re here to learn—to trust yourself and your diaper. And you’re doing wonderfully.”

Rebecca squirmed slightly, the squishy warmth beneath her adding to her embarrassment. She managed a small nod, but her face remained flushed as he stood and turned his attention to Lilly, who sat beside her.

Lilly’s face was just as red as Rebecca’s, if not more so. She sat stiffly, her legs crossed tightly as she fidgeted nervously with the hem of her pastel romper. It was obvious she hadn’t yet managed to wet herself.

“How are you doing, Lilly?” Mr. Teacher asked gently, kneeling beside her.

“I… I’m trying,” Lilly stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. Her hands twisted anxiously in her lap.

“That’s alright,” Mr. Teacher said with a reassuring smile. “Sometimes it takes a little longer, and that’s okay. You’re safe here. Just take your time.”

Lilly nodded weakly, her blush deepening as Mr. Teacher reached down to cup the front of her diaper. Rebecca couldn’t help but watch, feeling both mortified for Lilly and strangely fascinated.

The room was quiet for a moment, save for the faint rustling of fabric and crinkling plastic. Then, all at once, Lilly froze. Her breath hitched audibly as her face turned an even deeper shade of red.

Rebecca’s ears caught the soft, unmistakable hiss of Lilly finally peeing herself. The blush that spread across Lilly’s cheeks was almost as bright as the warmth Rebecca felt earlier.

“There it is,” Mr. Teacher said with a broad smile, his hand still resting gently on her now-wet diaper. “Good girl, Lilly. You finally did it. That’s exactly what I was hoping to see.”

Lilly let out a shaky breath, her hands flying up to her face as she tried to hide her expression. “Th-thank you,” she managed, her voice trembling with a mixture of embarrassment and relief.

Mr. Teacher chuckled softly, his tone full of approval. “You’ve made a big step today, Lilly. You should be very proud of yourself.”

Rebecca couldn’t help but feel a strange solidarity with Lilly. Just moments ago, she had been in the same position—blushing, squirming, and uncertain, only to be praised for something that once would have made her want to crawl into a hole.

As Mr. Teacher stood to address the rest of the room, a girl seated near the front raised her hand tentatively. “Um… Mr. Teacher?” she asked, her voice wavering slightly. “When will we, um… be changed?”

Mr. Teacher turned to her with a patient smile. “That’s a good question,” he said warmly.

Mr. Teacher’s gaze swept across the room, meeting the nervous eyes of the girl who had just asked the question. He smiled warmly, his demeanor calm and reassuring. “Ah, that’s a good question,” he began, his hands clasped in front of him. “When will you be changed? Let’s talk about that, little ones.”

Rebecca shifted slightly on her rug, the weight of her wet diaper a constant reminder of her new reality. She glanced at Lilly, who was still red-faced and squirming slightly after Mr. Teacher’s earlier praise. Ava, on the other hand, looked entirely at ease, grinning as though she couldn’t wait to hear what came next.

“You see,” Mr. Teacher continued, pacing gently across the room, “you’re all here because you’ve chosen to let go of grown-up responsibilities. And that means letting your caregivers handle things like when your diaper needs to be changed. Your job is to trust them and focus on being the happy, carefree little girls you’re meant to be.”

He paused, looking around the room with a twinkle in his eye. “Now, some of you might be thinking, ‘But what if my diaper gets too full?’” He chuckled softly, glancing at a few of the girls who squirmed uncomfortably at the mention. “Let me reassure you—your diapers are designed for this. They’re super absorbent, which means they can handle multiple wettings before they need changing. You don’t need to worry about anything leaking or being uncomfortable. You’re safe, and everything is taken care of.”

Rebecca glanced down at her lap, her face still warm. The soft bulk of her diaper pressed against her, heavier now than before, but still surprisingly comfortable. She shifted slightly, marveling at how it seemed to manage everything without feeling overwhelming.

“Now,” Mr. Teacher said, his voice growing a little more playful, “there’s only one thing that’s guaranteed to get your caregiver’s attention for a change.” He paused dramatically, his gaze twinkling as he turned to look at the group. “And that’s if you make a messy diaper.”

The room filled with a mixture of giggles and gasps. Rebecca’s eyes widened, her face burning as she darted a glance at Lilly, who looked like she wanted to sink into the floor. Mr. Teacher chuckled softly and gave Lilly a playful wink, which only made her blush even harder.

Ava, seated beside Rebecca, couldn’t contain her laughter. She clutched her stomach, her carefree giggles echoing through the room. “Oh my gosh, Lilly!” she teased gently, nudging her friend. “Where else are we supposed to go potty? It’s not like we have a choice!”

Lilly shot Ava a mortified look, burying her face in her hands as she muttered, “Ava, stop it!”

Mr. Teacher smiled, his tone remaining gentle but amused. “Ava’s right, you know. This is your new normal. There’s no need to feel shy about it—after all, where else would a little girl like you go potty?”

The girls murmured softly, some giggling nervously while others simply nodded in agreement. Rebecca stayed quiet, her thoughts spinning as she tried to reconcile her lingering embarrassment with the growing sense of acceptance she felt creeping in.

Mr. Teacher’s voice softened, drawing the group’s attention once again. “Remember, your caregivers are here to take care of you. You don’t need to worry about anything—not about when you’ll be changed, or how many times you’ve used your diaper. Just focus on being the happy, carefree littles you’re meant to be.”

Lilly peeked out from behind her hands, still blushing furiously but managing a shy smile. Ava, meanwhile, continued to giggle, clearly enjoying Lilly’s reaction.

Mr. Teacher clapped his hands gently, drawing all eyes back to him. “Alright, my little ones,” he began with a warm smile. “Since this is your first day together, I think it’s time for a little introduction game. We’re all here to support one another, and this is a great way to feel comfortable in your new roles.”

Rebecca shifted uneasily on the rug, her cheeks still warm from earlier. Beside her, Lilly fidgeted with the hem of her romper, while Ava sat up straighter, a playful grin spreading across her face.

Mr. Teacher continued, his tone light and encouraging. “One by one, I’d like each of you to stand up, tell us your name, your favorite animal, and your biological age. But remember,” he added with a twinkle in his eye, “you have to say it in your best baby talk. Then,” he said, pacing slowly, “you’ll show off your diaper and tell us why it’s ‘comfy,’ ‘cute,’ or ‘better than panties.’”

Rebecca’s face turned a deep red, and a soft murmur spread through the group. Mr. Teacher chuckled. “Oh, don’t worry, little ones. There’s no right or wrong answer, and your caregivers will be right here to cheer you on.”

“And,” he added with a knowing smile, “you’ll end by telling us what you’ve done in your diaper—whether you’re dry, wet, or… otherwise. Just use your simple, sweet little words, like the good girls you are.”

Lilly’s face was bright red as she peeked over at Ava, who giggled again and whispered teasingly, “Lilly, what are you gonna say? ‘Lilly go pee-pee?’” Lilly covered her face, clearly mortified, while Ava rocked back and forth with laughter.

“Now, now, Ava,” Mr. Teacher said with a mock-stern tone, his eyes twinkling. “Let’s be kind to our friends. Remember, this is about supporting each other.”

Ava nodded, still grinning. Rebecca’s heart pounded in her chest. She wasn’t sure if she could do this—stand in front of everyone, speak in baby talk, and talk about her wet diaper—but the warm, encouraging presence of Mr. Teacher and the caregivers gave her a small glimmer of courage.

Mr. Teacher scanned the room, his smile broad and inviting. “Now, who wants to go first?”

Ava, clearly unable to contain her excitement, wiggled in place and shot her hand into the air again. “Me, me, me!” she said, her voice high and eager, the playful lisp in her words already making her sound like the toddler she had embraced being.

Mr. Teacher smiled warmly. “Alright, Ava,” he said, gesturing for her to stand. “Since you’re so eager, why don’t you go first? Show the other girls how it’s done.”

With an audible crinkle, Ava climbed to her feet, her confidence radiating as she took a spot in front of the group. She clasped her hands behind her back, rocking on her heels like a little girl ready to play.

“Hiiiii,” Ava began, drawing out the word in a sing-song tone. “I’m Ava! My fav’rite animal is a bunny ‘cause they’re soft and bouncy, just like me!” She giggled, her cheeks pink but her grin unfaltering. “And I’m twenty-four years old, but now I’m just a widdle baby again!”

The other girls giggled softly, some clearly embarrassed for Ava but others starting to loosen up, their shoulders relaxing as they watched her. Rebecca felt her own cheeks warm as Ava carried on without a hint of hesitation.

“And now…” Ava paused for dramatic effect, her grin widening. “Look at my diaper!”

With that, she turned slightly to the side and gave her thick, pastel-patterned diaper a playful pat, the crinkling sound loud and undeniable. “It’s soooo comfy!” she chirped, shifting her weight to emphasize the puffiness. “It’s soft and squishy, and I don’t ever have to worry about potty breaks again! Way better than boring ol’ panties.”

Ava’s confidence drew a mixture of laughter and applause from the caregivers. Mr. Teacher chuckled, nodding approvingly. “Very good, Ava. And what about right now? Can you tell us what’s in your diaper?”

Ava giggled again, her cheeks growing pinker but her grin never fading. She leaned forward slightly, lowering her voice as if sharing a secret. “I made pee-pees!” she announced, wiggling her hips with a playful bounce. “It’s all warm and squishy now.”

The room filled with a mix of giggles and nervous glances, the other girls clearly feeling a combination of secondhand embarrassment and a growing sense of acceptance.

“Wonderful, Ava,” Mr. Teacher said with a broad smile. “That’s exactly how it’s done—proud and playful. You’re setting such a good example for your friends.”

Ava beamed, spinning on her toes before plopping back onto the rug with an audible squish. She turned to Rebecca and whispered, “See? Easy! You’ll do great too.”

Rebecca’s stomach flipped, her heart pounding as Mr. Teacher looked around the room. “Now,” he said, his voice kind but expectant, “who’s next?”

Rebecca felt her stomach churn as Ava plopped back down onto the rug, her confident performance leaving the room buzzing with giggles and murmurs. Her face burned when she realized Mr. Teacher’s gaze was scanning the group, clearly waiting for the next volunteer.

Before she could think better of it, Rebecca raised a trembling hand. “I… I’ll go,” she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

The room quieted, and Mr. Teacher’s kind smile grew even wider. “Ah, very good, Becky,” he said warmly, motioning for her to stand.

Rebecca flinched at the name. “It’s Rebecca,” she murmured as she slowly got to her feet, her legs feeling shaky beneath her.

Mr. Teacher tilted his head slightly, his expression soft but firm. “Oh, no, sweetheart,” he said gently. “You’re Becky now. Becky suits a little girl like you perfectly, doesn’t it?”

Rebecca’s cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of red, and she nodded reluctantly, her heart pounding in her chest. “Yes, Mr. Teacher,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

“Good girl,” Mr. Teacher said approvingly. “Now, Becky, remember to talk like the little girl you are. Let’s hear your introduction in proper baby talk.”

Rebecca froze for a moment, feeling every eye in the room on her. Her hands twisted nervously in front of her, the soft crinkling of her diaper only adding to her embarrassment. She took a deep breath and tried to find the words.

“H-Hi,” she stammered, her voice shaky. “I’m B-Becky…” She faltered, glancing at Mr. Teacher, whose raised eyebrows urged her to try harder. Her cheeks burned as she forced herself to speak again, this time higher-pitched and slower. “H-Hewwo… I’m Becky…”

“That’s much better,” Mr. Teacher said encouragingly. “Keep going, sweetheart.”

Rebecca swallowed hard, feeling like she was about to melt into the floor. “My fav’rite aminal… is a kitty,” she mumbled, the childish words feeling foreign on her tongue. “Because… because they’re soft… an’ cuddly…”

The caregivers clapped softly, offering gentle encouragement, but Rebecca still felt her embarrassment bubbling over. “I’m, um… twenty-three,” she added quickly, hoping to move past the introduction as fast as possible.

“And what about your diaper, Becky?” Mr. Teacher prompted, his tone kind but expectant.

Rebecca hesitated, her hands fidgeting nervously. Slowly, she reached down and gave her diaper a small, hesitant pat. The crinkling sound was loud in the quiet room, and her blush deepened as she felt the warm, slightly squishy padding beneath her fingers.

“It’s, um…” she started, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Baby talk, Becky,” Mr. Teacher reminded her gently, his patient smile unwavering.

Rebecca’s voice caught in her throat, but she forced herself to continue. “It’s… comfy,” she said softly, stumbling over the words. “An’… squishy… an’ better… better than panties ‘cause I don’t hafta worry…”

“Good girl,” Mr. Teacher said warmly, his praise sending a confusing mix of relief and embarrassment washing over her. “And now, Becky, can you tell us what you’ve done in your diaper?”

Rebecca froze, the question making her blush so deeply she thought her face might burst into flames. Her voice trembled as she finally squeaked out the answer. “I… I went pee-pees…”

The room filled with a mixture of soft giggles and murmurs of approval. Mr. Teacher beamed at her, his smile full of pride. “Very good, Becky,” he said, clapping his hands lightly. “That’s exactly what I was hoping to hear. You’re doing wonderfully.”

Rebecca nodded quickly, her eyes fixed on the floor as she shuffled back to her spot on the rug. Her heart was pounding, but a small part of her couldn’t help but feel a flicker of pride at Mr. Teacher’s praise.

As she sat down, her warm diaper squishing beneath her, she couldn’t meet Ava’s amused gaze. “Told ya it wasn’t so bad,” Ava whispered, her voice filled with teasing cheer.

Rebecca ducked her head, her cheeks still blazing as Mr. Teacher turned back to the group. “Alright, who’s next?” he asked, his warm gaze sweeping the room again.

After a long pause, Lilly hesitantly raised her hand, her movements timid. “I-I’ll go…” she mumbled, her voice muffled by her thumb, which had somehow found its way into her mouth.

Mr. Teacher’s face lit up with approval. “Wonderful, Lilly! Come on up, sweetheart.”

Lilly slowly got to her feet, her body stiff with nerves. Her thumb remained firmly in her mouth, and she sucked on it gently as she shuffled to the front of the room, her diaper crinkling audibly with each step.

“Take your time, Lilly,” Mr. Teacher said encouragingly. “Let’s start with your introduction. What’s your name?”

Lilly hesitated, her thumb slipping out of her mouth as she took a deep breath. “I-I’m… I’m L…Lilly…” she stammered, stumbling over her baby talk. Her face turned an even deeper shade of red.

“Try again, sweetheart,” Mr. Teacher said gently. “Say it nice and slow, just like a little girl would.”

Lilly nodded, her hands twisting nervously in front of her. “H-hewwo…” she said finally, her voice high-pitched and trembling. “I’m L-Lilly… an’… an’ my fav’rite aminal is a beaw…” Her thumb found its way back into her mouth as she added, “Cuz they’re fwuffy an’ cozy…”

The caregivers clapped softly, their encouragement making Lilly’s lips twitch into the faintest of smiles.

“Very good, Lilly,” Mr. Teacher said warmly. “And how old were you before you joined us here?”

“U-um… twenty-two…” Lilly mumbled around her thumb, rocking on her heels as she spoke.

“And what about your diaper, Lilly?” Mr. Teacher prompted, his eyes twinkling. “Why don’t you show it to the group?”

Lilly froze for a moment, then slowly turned to the side, her hands trembling as she reached down to pat the front of her pastel-patterned diaper. “I-it’s… um…” She hesitated, her thumb slipping out again as she tried to find the words.

“Baby talk, Lilly,” Mr. Teacher reminded her softly.

“I-it’s… comfy…” she squeaked, her voice barely above a whisper. “An’… pwuffy… an’ way betta than panties… ‘cause I can go potty wiffout twy-ing…”

“Excellent,” Mr. Teacher said, clapping his hands. “Now, Lilly, can you tell us what’s in your diaper right now?”

“Good girl,” Mr. Teacher said warmly. “Now, Lilly, can you tell us what you’ve done in your diaper?”

Lilly froze, her eyes darting to the floor. She squirmed slightly, her fingers twisting nervously. Finally, she mumbled something so quietly no one could hear.

“What was that, sweetheart?” Mr. Teacher asked, leaning closer with a patient smile.

Lilly took a deep breath, her voice barely audible as she whispered, “I… I made poopoo…”

The room erupted into a mix of gasps and giggles as the other girls looked at each other, wide-eyed. Even Ava’s playful confidence faltered as she gawked at Lilly.

Mr. Teacher’s face lit up with delight. “Oh, Lilly! That’s such a big step!” he said, his voice filled with pride. “Come here, sweetheart. Let’s make sure you’re all taken care of.”

If you want to continue reading this story you can do so over at CHYOA. Also feel free to add your own chapters 😊

[tthoroughfare]

kerosene (part 3) // ellie williams

*･゜ﾟ･* summary: the one where it's her birthday.

*･゜ﾟ･* pairing: jackson!ellie x reader

*･゜ﾟ･* content: sfw. joel likes dad rock (of course) and so do you! (a little)

*･゜ﾟ･* length: 0.5k

this is part three of this series! find part one here

fun fact the stereophonics reference in this is all my dad's fault! when i was 13 we went on a roadtrip together and the only CD in his car was the graffiti on a train album because he forgot to bring any other music, so we just listened to it over and over. i was listening to that album for the first time as an adult around the same time i wrote this and just thought it was very joel and ellie of us... maybe she'd appreciate it. idk. anyway

after that, you get a lot closer again. even more so than before — although, it’s rare that you’re actually alone. you’re not sure if you’re thankful for it, or hate it. you tend to pass your time with jesse and dina, the foursome that temporarily drifted back in full swing.

it’s a lot of hanging out aimlessly, listening to music, watching movies — you spend most of your free time together, and it’s nice. you feel grateful for the friends you have, that in this fucked up world you ended up in relative safety, surrounded by people you genuinely get along with.

however, it also complicates things. while you love that you and ellie are closer than ever, you hate how much it makes your feelings develop. you feel like there’s more at stake, now. if you were to tell her how you feel and it wasn’t mutual, you don’t even want to think how it would mess up your friendship. mess the group up.

so, you keep it to yourself. you go through the motions: spending time together, trying not to read into every little thing. trying not to let your eyes linger on her. trying not to sit too close to her, or laugh too hard at her shitty fucking jokes.

for her birthday, you make her a mixtape. you try and act nonchalant about it, but don’t tell anyone the way you painstakingly went through your entire music collection, imagining ellie listening to it, picking out the songs you think she’d like the most. all in all, it takes you a good while to put together. you make a cover for it, too, covered in little doodles, ‘for ellie :)’ written in the middle.

you get shy giving it to her. it’s later on in the day, and several of you are having a small gathering for the occasion. you pass it over with a coy smile, reveling in the way her face lights up once she realizes what it is.

“wait, what the fuck?” she asks with a grin, turning the tape around to look at the tracklist you’d written out.

“i tried to pick stuff i thought you’d listen to,” you comment, flitting your eyes between ellie and your present, hand nervously coming up to scratch at your neck.

“dude, this is… so cool. seriously. this is the best gift ever.”

you shrug, meeting her eyes for a second with a warm smile, watching as jesse picks the tape from ellie’s fingers, studying the cover before showing it to dina. the two of them let out teasing awws, making your cheeks burn even more. the way that dina looks at you feels almost knowing.

it gets passed around the room, you wanting to sink into the floor at the way you feel a small spectacle is being made.

you take note of the way joel smiles lopsidedly at the doodled cover, saying, “that’s a good one,” tapping the title of a stereophonics song you’d included.

ellie stands up, snatching the tape back with a chuckle before sitting down and looking over the cover again herself, a content expression on her face. she looks over at you, meeting your eyes with a genuine smile. 

“thank you,” she says, holding the gift up. “this is… this is so awesome of you.”

your smile widens, and you can practically feel the affection in your gaze. you know you need to tone it down, but you don’t really care. “don't mention it.”

[kaiserkisser]

mutuals appreciation post

omg i cant believe im already writing another one what- anyways again, im just making this to let all of you guys know that i appreciate you LOADS. every single one of my mutuals. doesn't matter if ive mentioned you here or not, if youre a mutual, that means i do remember you and will never stop loving you /gen. i seriously LOVE you guys. thank you so so much for putting up and staying with me, talking to me and being friends with me. i cant express how much it means to me. happy new year, all of you ♡♡♡

(i wanted to write essays for everyone wtf this isnt at all enough but tis a LONG post nonetheless lmao)

oh also a little gift for everyone hehehe <3333

@meowmaii MY LOVELY ONLINE LIL SIS ILYSMMM. interacting with you and seeing u on my dash or notifs brings me smmm joy istg and im so so so proud of you for being you!!!! i am so very glad to have gotten to talk to you my dear behen and i hope we never stop talking <333 i genuinely love u so so much thank you for being here and being yourself! ♡ help i could literally make this a 50-page long essay sooo ill stop here. for now. :333 here's to another year together and to us never stopping talking to e/o hehe :333

@thegolden-tigeress SHREEEE ARGHHH another of my absolute favorite people on the planet!!! tysm for everything!!!! i literally appreciate your existence and you so so much i cant even begin to express it ♡♡♡ thank you soooo much for talking to me and sending me asks n tagging me and stuff!!!! it makes me feel so so seen bby <33 i promise ill try to interact more with u this next year after boards r over! im so so proud of u for being here despite the bs lifes giving u!! heres to us talking more and more simping over chuuya this next year haha ily take care <33

@kavehpilled aaand hello to u my dear online older brother :33 (help am i picking up siblings like pokemons-) anw!!! thank you for regularly interacting with me n remembering me despite how busy, chaotic and CRAZY(??!!!? HELLO??!?!) life is for u :3 i love talking to u so so much hehe <3 it always makes me SO happy to see u in my notifs, inbox or on my dash going insane over arcane (youre making me wonder if i should get into arcane too.) take care noah!! you being kaveh is great and all BUT dont become overworked and broke like him- :3

@floraldresvi you ANGELLLL!!!!! i did already send u a nice long christmas tree message so !!! ill keep this short but thank you so so much for remembering me!!! ill not have been very active for a while and then all of a sudden ill see you in my notifs or inbox or dash and go 'YAYYY ITS VI EEEE!!' and jump in happiness :333 (and just you wait grrr once my exams are over ill unleash ❀✿ anon on the world again and youll be the first victim mwehehehe :333) take care vivi ilysmmmm/p <33

@milk-violet MIMIIII :3333 tis our dearest ray of sunshine, incredibly talented star, god-level pjsk player and kazuha's most beloved lover <33333 i swear, talking to you is always soooo fun it leaves me smiling without fail :33 i love love love !!! seeing your energy and interactions on my dash and in notifs!!! aaa im so glad i got to meet u n talk to u this year!!! take care n i hope we talk more this next year ehe!!! <33

@alexisomnias LEXIIII !!! another person i absolutely love seeing on dash!!!!! admittedly, i havent interacted much this year but nonetheless i do always !!! remember u n thinking of u makes me smile without fail <33 ur so so so sweet and fun whenever we talk and it makes me vv happy <333 and istg u n kaveh are SO adorable omfg i ship you two SOO much its insane djdhs :333 take care lexi!!! <3

@mlkbwunnies oh my god yinggie!!!! again, ive often said this to u but youre are genuinely SUCH a wonderful person!!!! you give off such a comforting vibe that i always feel vv relaxed n happy when i talk to you <33 interacting with u n seeing u on dash makes my day hehe ♡ youre so so very caring and kind and loving and i still cant believe i get to be moots with someone as amazing as you!! take care of yourself!! you and alhaitham are so cute too ohmygoshh :33

@damyoujackson ok so you. tbh i have NO idea when youll be seeing this. may be a month or year later when im out of the schl or maybe today (in which case im running away bye.) BUT. thank u sm for being my friend. like genuinely fgfdffg omg i swear youve been one of my absolute best friends so like. tysm for listening to me yap and yk, putting up with my weirdness haha i cant even express how glad i am to have met you jajsdj !! hopefully we still stay in touch aaajshs (also if u see this before ive left then NO we dont talk about this.) take care bro n dont be a stranger :333

@punkisntdeadandneitherami orion!!!!!! thank u so much for interacting with me!!! (i wouldve honestly not reached out cuz social anxiety lmao) BUT!!! i loveeee talking to u and seeing u in my notifs!!!! youre such a chill and cool person djsjjshs youre one of the first people who come to my mind when i think of my moots or of tagging ppl !!! thanks for being moots with me shshs :33

@fishii28 youre such a wonderfully sweet person fishii !!!!!! its always been SUCH a delight to talk to u mwehehehe :33 and omg yukifishi >>>>>> hopefully we talk more this next year, please take care dear because you deserve nothing but the absolute best in the world, and im so so happy and proud of you for still being here despite everything!!!!! thank u so sooooo much for interacting with me <33333

@blackcherriestxox styx!!!! we only started talking recently but you are SUCH an incredibly fun person to talk to!!!! youre so silly hehe /pos/lh n i love ur vibes!!! +your aesthetic >>>>> thanks for listening to my rambles XD and and lmk if u read bllk hehehe anw im so so very glad i started talking to u!!! heres to getting to know e/o better this next year :33

@fyodorsushankaaa oliviaaaa <333 thank u so so much for filling up my notifs hehe it makes me feel sooo seen <333 but at the same time please don't burn/stress yourself out!! i loooveee talking to u :333 and oof ykw im gonna fix a day to spam u in return too mwahaha :333 hopefully we talk more next year ^-^ anw thank u sm for being mutuals with me!!! <33

@hoicacti cacti my dearest!!!!!!/p ilysmmm omg somehow ur always there for me for me when i need it even if u urself might not know it shdhdbshsj thank u smm for your kind words, asks and messages!!!! i often think of you and how sweet u are!!! interacting with u is SUCH a pleasure omg and i appreciate you so so soooo much its insane !!!! sjsj take care!!! <333

@still-fatemeh @s0lace-1n-s0l1tude @magicalgear @raskoln1kovsaxe +

@softmeetscreatureplz @siimplyapril you guys, thank you SO much for tagging me in stuff and interacting with me !!!!!!! makes me feel so happy even if i might not always do the tag games <333 (i have all the picrew ones saved in my drafts lmao i promise ill do them-) anw thanks for always remembering me and tagging me <3333 hopefully we interact more next year too <3333 (had to seperate the first tags from the last bc cant tag more than five in a row :( )

alright i think the tags r over for now... im sorry if ive forgotten any of my close moots :((( but to those mutuals who havent been tagged, if u see this please dont think ive forgotten u!!! i absolutely do remember u n love u its just we havent interacted one on one much soo i was nervous to tag yall ahaha...

anw thats it i think! to every single person reading this, happy new year!!! lets hope that this is our year lmao- everyone please take care of yourselves!!! i love u all smm <333

[amethystfairy1]

🎉 Happy New Years! 🎉

It's been a loooong year so I figured I may as well make a post about it, as well as talk a bit about my plans for 2025! As you know, I tend to ramble, so this got a little long, and maybe sounds a little too much like an Oscars acceptance speech...whoopsie 😅...but from the bottom of my heart I genuinely just felt like I needed to get all these emotions that were emotion-ing today thinking about the New Year out for those of you who have played a part in giving them to me.

If you have a few minutes, please do give it a read through!

The Mushy Stuff:

Firstly, and most importantly beyond a doubt, I want to thank everyone who's been so incredibly kind and supportive of my writing this past year! Every kudos, comment, like, follow, ask, all of them have been treasured by me!

I've had a very difficult year. As I've mentioned before, I'm a full-time masters student. I also work a nearly full-time job on top of that. And while I don't like my blog to have anything to do with my train wreck of an irl life this year, let's just say it hasn't been great...lots of stuff went down, lots of things went wrong, so on and so forth.

Point is, my tippy taps have been crucial to my mental health. I started TTSBC, literally posted the first story 'Pretty Boy' on my very first day as a grad student, sitting there in the office with the knowledge that between school, work, and things happening in my own life, and I'd be having a really rough couple of years to get this degree done.

I finish in May, and I feel confident with my work, I'm ahead of the curve, I'm doing well, and I think that's in no small part because of my tippy taps. These AUs, the writing challenges, the amazing friends I've made and the little community that's somehow decided for whatever reason to form around my obsession with the block people, they've been a very big part of what's kept me going through all of this.

Knowing I could count on people to read my work, to enjoy it, that I could give someone out there something to relate too or even just make them smile if they were feeling as shitty as I was, that made me feel better. It's been so, so important to me.

So thank you. Thank you for following Through the Sky-Blue Cracks and Traveling Thieves. Thank you for screaming over my Whumptober and Febuwhump collections. Thank you for following me, for chasing me and my thoughtful Batman gif around in the asks, for playing along with my goofy-ass side blog, for commenting and kudos-ing and somehow materializing the instant a chapter goes up even before I post the tumblr notif. It means a lot more than I think any words I could come up with would convey.

I also really really really want to thank my Tinted Glass crew!

@silver-sunray This is all your fault. You started this 😤 And by that I mean you made these AUs and me screaming into the void alone so much more than that. It's because of you that I started to fight the fear, scuttle out of my shell and start actually trying to talk to others in this little online sphere. Your incredible work on the Beyond project and now in helping with my side blog and all our other plans and projects mean the world to me! You always have so much spunk and confidence whenever any ideas pop up that I suddenly feel like it's so much more is achievable thanks too you. I'm so very happy you reached out to me this year and I know so much that I've done with my writing wouldn't have happened without you 💖

@boo-the-ahh you're just the sweetest! You always make everything feel so light even when things are complicated or heavy, and you don't even know it! I love getting to work with you on the podfics and our other projects we've been plotting! You're always so full of energy and enthusiasm and encouragement that makes me feel like I can come up with the most whack-ass idea and you'll just back me up, and that's absolutely amazing! I'm so happy you reached out to me and started podficcing for me! Your work is incredible! You put in so much effort, your final products are always so beautifully polished and you always go the extra mile even when it makes things trickier. I admire that so much! And I apologize in advance for the sheer amount of my writing you're probably doomed to have to read out loud in the coming year 😅

@khoirkid You're just a marvel, in my opinion, which I know you don't share but shhhhhhhh. You come up with masterpieces at the drop of a hat, and the fact that you are willing to draw my whack-ass lil guys is still just unfathomable to me. You're always so easy to talk too and down to earth, and you're so creative and imaginative with how you weave symbols into your art with different imagery and color! I feel like half the time the stuff you come up with is so articulate and amazing that it goes over my head, but that's fine! 😆 You're so knowledgable and you have a perspective on things that helps me think things through. I love getting to work with you and I'm so very grateful for all the gorgeous illustrations, and for all the time you've given to me that's made me feel a little less alone.

All three of y'all are just so cool and supportive and talented that most of the time I don't get why you're hanging out over here and giving so much of your time and energy to these projects of mine, but I'm forever grateful that I have you as my friends. So thank you. 💜

Plans for 2025:

Ok, now that I've gotten my emotions all emotion-ed out, let's talk a little bit about my plans for the New Year!

Of course I'll still be continuing TTSBC and TT! No doubt about it! There's big things happening in both the AUs, and I'm so very excited to share them with everyone!

I'll be finishing my degree in May...to be perfectly honest, I'm still unsure of how much of a workload I'm gonna end up having academically this last semester, so I think I'll just say that if updates slow down a bit, just assume Amethyst is drowning under piles of revisions doused in red ink and a bunch of reference texts and papers due to be graded. I promise I'm not gonna just stop tippy tapping! I don't think my brain would be able to handle it if I did 😅

As far as some of the typical challenges go, I will not be participating in Febuwhump this year. I wish I could, but I know I'll definitely have too much going on academically to commit to another writing challenge...also I think Whumptober almost killed both Khoir and I, and we don't need to be doing that again anytime soon 😵‍💫 I'm still gonna check out the prompt list, and if I see a few prompts that I find particularly intriguing maybe I'll write those up, and do a few of the days, but I won't be doing the full writing challenge.

Jury is still out on Hermit-a-Day May, which I'm hopeful will be running again this year! I'd love to do it, but I'll have to make that later, once I know for certain how my workload is feeling since I'll be doing my final revisions, my defense, all that good stuff in late April, which is when I'd typically be working up my fics for Hermit-a-Day May.

I will be doing Whumptober. No questions about it!

I have a few other Hermit/Traffic/Empires fanfic projects on the back burner that I'm working on here or there whenever I need to take a lil break from TTSBC and TT. One of them is a project that all of the Tinted Glass Crew is working on together, and while I don't wanna give spoilers, I'll just say that it's going to be a ton of fun! It's unlike any other AU or one-off I've ever done before, and even just brainstorming it has been incredible so please look forward to it!

I also have my original series. Which...I haven't talked about, not really. I'm pretty nervous about putting it out there, to be honest, but it's my baby and I've been working on it for over four years now. It's written in a similar style to TTSBC and TT, that is, focused on queer romance and found family in a ton of stories all organized in chronological order and written up and down on a timeline. One of my big hopes for this year is to finally share this series. I dunno where yet, or when...it'll definitely wait until after I finish my degree in May, that much is for certain, but I suppose I just wanted to prime everyone. The Tinted Glass Crew has already been so amazingly kind as to agree to help me find a way to get this story that's so dear to me out to all of y'all someway somehow...and I'm confident if I have those guys on my team we'll figure it out! 😅

I hope, if you've enjoyed TTSBC and TT and any of my other work, you'll at least give my original blorbos a shot whenever they are freed from their little cage in my notebooks and save files. They're not so different from the way I write my MCYT characters, they're a bunch of big gay idiots with personality issues, a ton of tangled up secrets, and more trauma than you can shake a stick at...and they're mine, which means I really like to put them through the wringer. 😆 But after everything I've done over this past year and even further back here on this blog, on A03, and in this little community, I feel like maybe they might find themselves a home in at least some of your hearts...or maybe just piss you off with their poor life decisions and accidentally give you brainrot, who knows.

Anyway, this has been a lot. Sorry I tend to ramble...all of this is just to say thank you. I had a lot of fun this year, getting to share my stories with all of you, and I hope you'll continue to support me as I tippy tap my way into the New Year!

-Amethyst

[rekino2114]

Hey could I get Lacey with a reader who kisses her (with her permission of course) all over her face while saying praises about them and how much they love her?

I want to see her happy and in a loving relationship so badly now ever since I saw your post

Kissing and comforting lacey

Pairing:lacey x gn reader

Tw(if you've seen lacey, you know):abuse depression,suicidal thoughts,just trauma in general (all of this is implied, and lacey has kind of healed from her childhood)

A/n:God, just writing all of the trigger warnings made me so fucking angry, lacey deserves only the best in this world, sorry it took so long to finally make a post about her and PLEASE keep requesting stuff for her I want to make her feel the love she needs and deserves

Lacey felt like she was trapped. All of the abuse she suffered was just the norm for her, and she knew that despite how desperately she tried, she could never get out. Despite how desperately she wanted to go get ice cream and go shopping and maybe find a partner, she could never, she was trapped here and she couldn't do anything about it.

That was until you came in her life.

You helped her get away from that hell. You gave her the strength to do what she wanted to do for her entire life, and you supported her the whole way through. She genuinely could never thank you enough for what you did for her.

But no matter how much you helped her heal the scars still remained.

She had woken up sweating and panting from another nightmare, she grabbed her cheek and started crying silently, she didn't want to wake you up. Even if you had always told her that she could come to you for whatever reason and especially to talk, she still felt hesitant to do so, she had already told you everything and she thought that she was bothering you by continuing to tell you about her trauma. Just like she was bothering everyone else by living

She continued sobbing until she felt a pair of arms wrap around her and a familiar warmth encompassing her, she didn't flinch as she immediately knew it was you

"Y-y/n!"

"Is everything OK lacey? Were you crying?"

"N-no it's fine"

You sighed and continued hugging her

"Lacey, you know you can tell me everything, I won't force you if you don't want to, but I know you're not ok"

Lacey laid down and hugged you back, facing you and closing her eyes

"........i-it was a nightmare"

".....about your childhood?"

"Y-yeah"

You saw her shiver and got worried

"D-do you mind if I hug you a bit tighter, you look scared'

She simply nodded as you tightened you grip, making sure it was not too tight and still comfortable

"Like I said before, it's fine if you don't wanna talk about it, I know how traumatic it was, but just know I won't let anything happen to you"

Lacey opened her eyes and stared into yours, her own grip tightening

"I love you, and you're perfect. You're beautiful, hardworking, kind, and gentle, I could keep going on forever. It's genuinely incredible how you didn't let your past influence who you are now. A lot of people would be so envious of you for that"

"I-i think a lot of that is because of you.....y-you helped me grow and move past all that-"

"Maybe, but I wouldn't have been able to do that if you weren't this strong, you have no idea how many people would have been powerless to do anything in your situation even with someone like me, you have such a strong will, I am so proud of you....for everything"

The blue haired girl felt a small smile creep up on her face, seeing that you smiled slightly too and touched her cheeks, before quickly pulling back

"O-oh I'm sorry"

"N-no it's fine I don't mind. Your touch....is nice. It makes me feel safe"

Your smile widened as you guided your hand back to her cheek

"Do you mind if I kiss you?"

"......no I don't mind at all, please do it"

You started kissing her face very gently, leaving very soft kisses all over her. She started smiling even brighter and blushed slightly

"You're wonderful lacey, you deserve only the best"

"T-thank you"

"You don't need to thank me, I'm just telling the truth"

"......still, it means a lot"

"And that's why I'm telling you that, cause I want you to know how much you mean to me"

She muttered another thank you and kissed your cheek this time before closing her eyes.

She still felt your lips on her skin and your sweet words in her ears, and they helped her so much. With you, she felt like all of her past, all of the abuse, her uncle, all the other horrible people, it all felt like a distant memory or a bad dream like the one she just had.

All of the crushing expectations people put on her, all of the terrible abuse she went through, all of the times she thought of just ending it all. They were all gone because of you, the ray of sunshine in that permanent thunderstorm that her life used to be.

Sure, she still had nightmares, but she was glad for exactly that, that they were just nightmare now thanks to you.

So she fell asleep rocked by your words and touches, glad that now she was going to have beautiful dreams of your life together.

[starhvney]

Hi!! Saw your requests were open for the December event and got super excited!

Can I order a coffee, with cinnamon and an apple turnover for Laurance and Gene MYS? :D My friend and I absolutely adore your fics, keep it up!!

𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝟎𝟔: 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐫!!

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: established relationship, hurt/comfort, reader is sick

𝐚/𝐧: ugh i love laurance and gene sm. also, thank you!!! i hope you and your friend like this one, too!

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ☆ 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄

“My love, my light, my everything, if you try and get up one more time when I’m not looking I will have to chain you to the bed.” Laurance tilts his head up, looking down at you with a half-joking, half-serious warning in his eyes.

You freeze on the edge of the bed from where you were attempting to get up and walk around. Ever since your doting lover found out you were sick you’d barely left this bed if only to use the bathroom. While you enjoyed his insistence on pampering you (which he did regardless if you were sick or not), you’d been feeling pretty useless and bored after doing nothing in your bed the past few days.

As you’re about to argue for your freedom, the savory scent of soup hits you, and you glance down at the steaming bowl held in his hands.

“…What’s that?”

He grins, coming to the bedside and—with one hand—grasps onto your ankles to move them back onto the bed before plopping himself right next to you. “Delicious soup, homemade by yours truly, of course.”

“I told you you can just give me canned soup. You don’t need to keep cooking something for me every time I need to eat…” you murmur, sitting straighter and trying to reach for the bowl.

He scoffs, seeming almost—no, definitely offended at the notion as he pulls the bowl away. “Do you really think I’d do anything less for my girl? Also, stop trying to grab it, you know I’m going to be the one feeding you.”

“I’m not incapable of feeding myself.”

His eyes soften, setting the spoon back in the bowl for a moment to brush your cheek with his fingers. “I know you can, my love. But I want to do it for you anyway. Just like I’ve brushed your hair and done your laundry. I like taking care of you.”

Your chest warms at his matter-of-fact tone, his insistence on how simple doing all of these things for you was for him making you practically melt on the spot. He sighs softly, eyes sparkling with admiration before he picks up the soup spoon, gently blowing on it and testing the heat on his own lips before lifting it to yours.

You gladly take it, the liquid soothing on your dry, sore throat. The taste—while a bit dimmed from your stuffed nose—was amazing. It was herbal with sweet undertones, the mix a perfect remedy for your symptoms.

“D’you like it?” he genuinely asks, eyes darting across your face for a reaction. “I threw some different stuff together. It’s a new recipe I just made up.”

Biting your lip, you glance to the side, a playful cadence in your tone. “Hmm… I don’t know…”

He narrows his eyes, tilting his head down and looking up at you through his lashes.

“…Just kidding. It’s delicious.”

“Mhm, that’s what I thought.” He smirks, lifting up another spoonful and cooling it before speaking again. “How about after this, since you’re so bored, we can play a board game or something?”

You take in the spoonful, humming gratefully before responding. “That would be perfect. Thank you, love.”

“Anything for you.”

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄

“Hm. You know, I don’t think you’re supposed to be doing that, doll.” Gene leans on the doorway, eyes playfully narrowing at your form as you hunch over the sink—cleaning away at the dishes. He sets down the grocery bag on the counter when you sheepishly refuse to respond, coming up behind you to wrap his arms around your waist and press a kiss against the side of your head. “How’re you gonna get better if you keep refusing to rest?”

“I’m already feeling better than yesterday…” you murmur, leaning back into his chest as you let the soothing warm water continue to run over your hands.

“But you’re not better. Just cause you feel better today doesn’t mean you’re fully healed, silly girl.” He scoffs, pinching your sides. “Why don’t you just let me take care of you?”

“Because I’m fine…” you stubbornly whine, trying to wriggle away from his mischievous hands to no avail.

“No, you’re not…” he parries back, mimicking your tone with an amused lift to it.

You open your mouth to refute his statement once again, but not before getting spun around in a quick motion. Taking no care for the water still on your hands, he leans down to scoop you up in his arms, setting you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes before straightening again.

“Wh- Gene!” you yelp, receiving a short laugh in return as he spins around twice with you in tow, your flipped vision blurring and spinning with the tiles.

He starts to walk out of the kitchen with a wide stride, disorienting your already dizzy head as you try to recover from his sudden attack. Low groans leave your mouth as the man lugs you off into the house, your headache you’d been fighting off all day coming back full force in an uncomfortable throb against your temples.

Only a moment later you’re set upright again as he gently places you onto the couch. He rests his hands on his knees and bends forward, eyes darting over your form as you pathetically melt into the couch with another disoriented huff.

“Yeah… You still gonna argue with me that you’re better now?” He raises his eyebrows. “You look like you’re gonna throw up.”

“You threw me over your shoulder!”

“I’ve done it plenty of times, sweetheart, and you never complained before. So you’re either admitting you’re still sick or lying.”

Your mouth gapes open, no further defenses coming from your mouth as your head continues to throb. In the small moment of your hesitation he huffs in satisfaction, his large hands cupping your face gently as he leans in for a deep kiss, lips pressing into yours intently.

“Mph! You’re gonna get sick!” You shove him back by the shoulders with wide eyes. He only separates enough to look you in the eyes, his face turning smug.

“But I thought you weren’t sick, baby.” he whispers, lips quirked up.

You flop over on your side in defeat, groaning when your head throbs again in protest at your quick movement. Gene follows, leaning over you and brushing your face with a genuine pitiful look on his face. Leaning down, he kisses your cheek before pulling back, looking over the state you were in with a sigh.

“Your head hurts?”

You nod.

“M’sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel worse.” he says gently. “I’ll get you some more medicine and then we can cuddle on the couch. Okay?”

“Okay…”

“Good. Now stay here, doll.”

©starhvney 2024. do not plagiarize, feed to any AI, or repost my works to any sites.

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[ricky-mortis]

S1 Pulp Musicals Gang my beloved

[ao3screenshotss]

[astral-catastrophe]

me and the generic extra strong Tylenol and the pure rage in my system

[swiftfootedachilles]

what do i have to do to get people to read my stuff actually like im not about to get in everyones faces begging for attention but i dont understand how im expected to make FREE fandom content without much feedback on my work

[nexus-nebulae]

the aftermath of having 2 terabytes of storage

[kingdomoftyto]

...Okay well damn, season 2 is way better than 1 was. I'm actually getting kind of invested now

[rustinsscohles]

and with that i do believe that my run with interstellar in imax has come to an end.

[theha1rarch]

actually wait before i start on stuff bc i forgot i wanted to write this up in honor of sinday & taking a page out of @milleroptimism's book to share sad usfw hcs ...

i think we should talk about the fact that while yes, steve has slept with a lot of people. yes he had a bit of a reputation in high school, but even after high school he was still sleeping around a lot. yes, this is all very true. i'll be the first to admit that steve is a bit of a slut (affectionate) ...

HOWEVER, i think we should also talk about how much of that is steve being starved for human connection. & like yes part of that is being touch starved (on a separate note we should talk about the fact that sex was like the only positive touch steve had for a while), but overall is/was about steve just wanting/needing/craving human connection & just wanting to feel something with someone. wanting to feel close to someone. wanting to feel a little less alone, even if it was only for a short period of time. & like how much he clung to that? even if it was just sex ... it was something. something he had.

but like i think the other side of this is the fact that the people he was sleeping with ... weren't really in it for the same reasons. like, they were just there for sex, a good time, especially considering it was with steve harrington. the hot commodity, y'know. which kind of means ... they weren't as focused on steve & his feelings as they possibly should've been. & steve being who he is, that instinctive selflessness, the need to make other people happy. especially considering he didn't want them to leave & he was just so desperate for this connection he was getting ... all meant that steve didn't exactly focus or worry about himself during these escapades. like his own pleasure, his own satisfaction went out the window. he just wanted to make the other person happy. service top to a t. even if ... deep down, he kind of wished it was the other way around. or at least, a little more equal. but he'd never admit it, never put his needs or wants before someone else's, never admit he wants to be cared for. for one, no one needs to worry about him anyways. for two, he couldn't risk losing what he had especially considering he only had it for a short time ...

& then the final thing i want to cover with this ... is yes it's about wanting human connection, but over time becomes more about wanting a permanent connection. like to put it simply, steve wants to find someone who he falls in love with & someone who loves him back. he wants to find The OneTM. he just, wants, to be in love. he wants a relationship, something to be built into something beautiful & permanent, that will last forever. so he yearns. he continues to sleep with people, hoping to find something. he looks for love over & over again. he pines & yearns quietly & hopelessly ... only for it to seem impossible, pointless, unreachable. only to watch it happen to everyone around him, but never seem to be for him. only for it to fail every time he tries, only for that spark - that connection to never seem to be there with any of the people he takes to bed. or for them to not want the same things steve wants. again, most of the time, they really just want a good time with steve harrington ...

& maybe it's this, all of this, along with the fact that one time he did think he found TheOneTM ... it didn't work out. & she fell out of love with him (or maybe never even really loved him in the first place). but maybe it's all these things ... that make steve think it's never gonna happen. he's never going to find that person, that permanent connection, no one's ever going to fall in love with him. maybe it's just not in the cards for him, just not meant for him. maybe he's meant to just sit on the sidelines & watch it all ... & maybe ... just maybe. that's because, he's unlovable. & he always has been. maybe just maybe.