#badgirl-down

[sleephyuns]

Not a request, just some random thoughts I’d share because I thought you’d find them interesting~

So I couldn’t decide between Mihyo, Sahyo, or Mohyo as the mood today, so i came up with the ultimate ship, Misamohyo, or as I call it, the “harem anime” ship because Jihyo is at the center of the relationship.

Jihyo and Momo being their futch/tomboy selves with their femmes Sana and Mina, Misamo being best friends turned lovers who invite Jihyo into their polycule and treat her like a goddess because they’re all unfathomably attracted to her; her face, her body, her really nice… heart (one of them is a boob girl so she LOVES this part, can’t decide which) her even-keeled and responsible yet still fun personality…

and a really, *really* nice cock if she’s G!P in this scenario (I’d like to think both she and Momo are)

Of course with three contrasting personalities Jihyo is NEVER bored, and even though they can be a LOT sometimes in different ways she loves them all the same and wouldn’t have it any other way 🤭

Love this idea. I imagine misamo are very comfortable in their relationship (not like it’s boring or anything) and Jihyo just kind of draws their attention. Some thoughts i’ll add on:

Sana:

* Definitely dragging Jihyo on the most dates

* Also loves spoiling her the most

* Takes her out shopping to try on a bunch of clothes and ends up buying a few outfits for both of them (because maybe Jihyo just looks way too good in that button down. and those joggers. and that sweater. and that sports bra. and that polo-)

* Jihyo ends up carrying all the bags after tho lol

* Also makes sure Sana doesn’t spend too much. Even if she thinks Jihyo looks hot in something, being fiscally responsible is key

* But going out to eat on these trips is a must for Sana, so Jihyo caves with the money a bit

* Very big on skinship. Sana loves laying all over Jihyo whenever she can

* That sort of carries over into the bedroom too. She loves to be on top/having Jihyo under her

* Really big into body worship, though she’s never put a name to it

* Will always tell Jihyo how much she loves the tone of her muscles. Rubs over them, kisses them, compliments them, the whole works.

* Does it to her dick too (because of course she does)

* But overall it makes Jihyo a flustered mess and Sana loves making her melt like that

Mina:

* The one who Jihyo spends the most time with at home

* A lot of their time together consists of hanging around either misamo’s or jihyo’s apartment

* Watching movies becomes their thing. The pick a specific day of the week (or every other week) to do it. They get pizza and just spend time together while watching

* Sometimes Jihyo will be doing some form of work during it, but Mina doesn’t mind. She takes the chance to work on knitting projects too (when they’re not eating of course)

* A multitasker match made in heaven

* Also. A match made in heaven because Mina’s the boob enjoyer of them all (of course she likes them all but Jihyo’s heart captivated her the most of course <3)

* Always staring indulgently at first, but now Jihyo just lets her have at it if they’re at home (and yes she’ll take any opportunity to cop a feel when it’s just the two of them alone)

* When they have sex they’re both pretty quiet in bed (the opposite if when Jihyo’s with Sana really). But that’s because they’re kissing whenever they possibly can

* Mina loves missionary for that reason (also to hold Jihyo close)

Momo:

* Was the most awkward with Jihyo when they started out

* Had Jihyo thinking she wasnt interested at first. Just that she was dating MiSana and was cool with her gfs dating her too (obviously not the case)

* Really it was just that Momo thought she was so gorgeous, she found it hard to look at and speak to her

* Thinking of something like the mohyo TwiceDate where they start getting closer and just go out for drives. No destination in mind, just a way to spend time together

* On one of their outings Jihyo drives them to a nice grassy area and they just sit and talk. Maybe bring some snacks. And it’s there Momo confesses about being into Jihyo too

* Well, more like: “I’m sorry it took us this long to go on a proper date. Even if I can’t drive we could’ve taken the train somewhere nice. I understand if you don’t feel the same way about me as Mina and Sana.” “…Huh? Date?”

* Also ended up being the first one to tell Jihyo she loves her somehow. Even with the late start

* They start going on gym dates, bar dates and golfing dates

* Momo isn’t big on golfing but is more down to try than Mina or Sana soooo

* Sometimes they make it even by going to one of those indoor golfing/arcade places so Momo can have her own fun if she gets bored (Jihyo ends up joining her anyway)

* For bar dates, of course there’s a lot of beer involved. Jihyo ends up teaching Momo how to shoot pool too

* Even if theyre both a little tipsy they still do it (and maybe Jihyo uses it as an excuse to cling to Momo’s back. maybe momo uses it as an excuse to grind back on Jihyo)

* Momo is the one who sex the most often with Jihyo. Mostly because she’s always down for it

* She’s not really a top but she’ll end up wherever Jihyo wants her to end up

* If Jihyo wants to get filled that day? She’s on it. If Jihyo wants a hole to breed? She’s on it.

* Also? #FutchesWhoFrot (Momo also likes being kissed a lot so this makes it easy. Also likes how Jihyo’s dick feels against her own)

When they’re all together it’s a great time. Both sexually and not. Sometimes they break off into twos depending on what they’re doing, and it’s nice to see one of then in their own little world with Jihyo while the other two do their usual things. Can also imagine that, when things first started out, Mina and Sana would tease Momo whenever she and Jihyo got paired off. Cue them pointing and giggling and Jihyo’s just like ??? while Momo doesn’t even realize she’s being teased until later LOL

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good girls — m.s.

pairing ⟶ matthew sturniolo x !femreader

genre ⟶ smut at the end if u squint. !innocent matt + !badgirl reader

word count ⟶ 1k

The first time Matt had caught you sneaking out, he’d been shocked. He’s lived next to you since the two of you were in middle school, and you’ve always been perfect—every parent's dream. He’s known you to do well in school, to listen to your parents, to participate in every after-school function one could think of. He’s never known you to be the type to go against that.

At least not until he caught you doing just that.

He’d been sitting at his desk watching some video Chris had sent him when he’d heard giggling outside. It’d sort of freaked him out at first, truthfully. He was almost too scared to get up and investigate the noise until the noise grew a little louder and his curiosity won over the fear stirring in his chest.

When he glanced out the window, the last thing he expected was to find you hanging precariously onto the sill of your window, small fingers seemingly struggling to maintain your grip. When his gaze fell even further, he recognized the boy that waited on the ground just beneath you. Matt couldn’t help but swallow hard at the way his hands gripped your bare waist from where your top had ridden up, a sinking sort of feeling in the pit of his stomach—he was touching you, able to feel that smooth expanse of your torso. It’s something the brunette could only dream about, it seemed.

Matt had tucked his body against the wall so that only his head peaked around the corner, blue eyes focused on the scene before him. You were safely on the ground at that point, an exhilarating gleam to your pretty eyes as you laughed and pressed up on the tips of your toes to slot your mouth against the taller boy you were apparently sneaking out for. It was all Matt could do to keep himself from slamming his window shut and yank his blinds down.

But that was then, and this is now.

Since that first night catching you, he’s seen you sneaking out plenty of other times. He quickly realized the fact that the first guy you had snuck out for certainly wasn’t special. No—since that first night, he’d seen you with three different guys, though you wore the same starry-eyed expression and bright smile for each one as if they really were something special. It shouldn’t have, but it made Matt’s chest ache with the desire to be on the receiving end of that feeling.

Tonight, there’s no guy waiting for you outside your window. Instead, you’re all alone as you stand in the dewy grass, your arms wrapped around your middle as the thin jacket you’re wearing does little to keep you warm from the bite of the chilly night air. Your friend is supposed to be picking you up to go to some party in the next town over—well, a friend of a friend. You don’t know them personally, but your best friend does, and you know that they’re attending the same college as you in just a few short weeks.

But as you stand at the edge of your house and glance up and down the street, seeing no sign of them, your patience begins to wear thin, and you have to wonder if they’ve forgotten about you.

You’re so focused on the absence of your ride that you don’t even realize the way Matt has slipped out of the shadows created by his own house and the dark sky until he’s speaking, his voice low and maybe a little shy.

“Sneaking out again?” he asks, prompting you to turn around at the realization that someone else is here with you. Your heart almost bursts right out of your chest before you realize it’s just Matt—your cute next-door neighbor.

You breathe out a laugh of disbelief and relief, shaking your head slightly. “You scared the hell out of me,” you tell him.

He smiles back, but only barely, standing there with his hands shoved into his pockets and his blue eyes barely able to meet your gaze. “Where you heading off to?” he decides to ask, but his voice is almost a little too casual to be considered innocent. You don’t quite pick up on it.

“Just some party,” you admit with a shrug of your shoulders. “It’s closer to campus than it is here,” you say, referring to the university closest to your home. You almost suggest that he’s probably been to parties around the same area before, but you stop yourself. You’re not entirely sure that Matt is the party type.

At this new information, the brunette nods his head, albeit slowly. “Do, uh.. do your parents know you’re going out?”

Frowning, you knit your eyebrows together lightly, confusion and mild curiosity gleaming in your eyes. “No, of course not,” you answer around a laugh, shaking your head. “That’s kind of the point of sneaking out, Matt.”

But Matt only nods his head quickly in response, taking his hands from his pockets and holding them up in mock surrender. “No—I know—it’s just that.. I kind of feel responsible being your neighbor and all. Like, if I see something, I should probably say something..” he trails off then, it growing quiet between the two of you for a moment.

He tries to gauge your reaction, but your expression is unreadable and as much as he’s trying to come off confident, there’s a shyness to his blue eyes and his chest is beginning to move more rapidly with the increase of his heart rate.

Another second passes before you’re letting out a soft huff and practically marching towards him—and then dropping to your knees.

Matt’s eyes widen slightly at the sight of your fingers curling into the waistband of his sweatpants and then his boxer briefs, beginning to tug them halfway down his thighs. “Woah—uh, hey, I didn’t mean you have to—” but he’s almost immediately cut off by the contact your hand makes with his shaft, the sinful sight of you kitten-licking the tip of his glistening cock.

You glower up at him, rolling your eyes. “Gonna keep talking or you gonna let me suck your cock?” you huff in annoyance, but secretly you kinda like the way he’s babbling. It’s cute.

“If I swallow and my parents still find out about this, I know where you live, Matthew Sturniolo.”

a/n. not sure how i feel abt this one but wtvr. if u thought this was inspired by the song good girls by 5sos, well, bingo!

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Golden Rule - L.HS ff ✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡

🎧 pairing: inexperienced!heeseung x badgirl!reader

🎧 summary: your cute and nerdy classmate lets you have your way with him in exchange for help on an assignment

🎧 cw: corruption and exhibitionism kink, oral (m. receiving), religious themes, mentions of bullying, college au, hee’s a bit subby

🎧 wc: 1.4k

You had been feeling horny for the entire week and knew you had to get your hands on some good dick or else you’d literally combust.

Introducing your person of interest: Lee Heeseung.

He was the type of guy you could guess everything about without even speaking to him. From his glasses, the way he tucked his ironed dress shirts into his belted pants, the way you only saw him either sitting with his legs crossed at a church sermon or studying his heart out at the library.

Heeseung was the epitome of a Christian nerd, but it was his insanely good looks that drew your attention to him in the first place.

You two first met at the beginning of the school semester, but you weren’t sure if you could call it a friendship just yet, especially not with the way you’d fantasize about him with your fingers between your legs every night.

It currently 6:00pm: the same time he’d come to the library to study every week day.

“What’re you working on,” you asked, taking a seat beside him at the table.

“Nothing much. Mr. Sweeney gave me this stupid hand written essay that I have to turn in by tomorrow, so I’ll be pretty busy for the next few hours.”

“What for? I thought Mr. Sweeney taught Bible. There aren’t any writing assignments for that class.”

That’s honestly the only reason why you took Bible class this semester.

“He does, but this isn’t a part of the curriculum. It’s a punishment for the prank I pulled on Jake and his crew yesterday… let’s just say, I didn’t get away with it as easily as planned.”

“Oh, so you do have a naughty side?”

“Hardly,” he sharply defended, “All I did was swap their video game discs out with episodes of The Brady Bunch on dvds. But, Sunghoon snitched, so now I’m here.”

“Tough.”

“I know. It’s not like I don’t deserve it, anyways.”

“Nobody deserves to be bullied, Hee. Those guys were assholes and you stood up for yourself! They’re the ones who should be playing Shakespeare for the night,” you argued passionately.

His eyes widened at your use of a swear word, such language that was forbidden by your university code of conduct.

“I appreciate you taking sides with me, but please don’t call it bullying. Makes me feel all… soft, and… vulnerable,” he cringed at his own words.

“You look pretty soft and vulnerable to me,” you mumbled, hungry eyes falling to his pouty lips.

“Excuse me?”

You cleared your throat, “Uhm, what’s the paper on?”

“The Golden Rule.”

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “The what?”

“Loving your neighbors as yourself? You should really pay more attention during Mr. Sweeney’s sermons.”

You chuckled at his comment, nudging him on the shoulder, “Hey, maybe I would if he wasn’t so damn boring… How many pages does it have to be?”

He sighed, “10 at least.”

Having to come of with 10 pages worth of “Golden Rule” greatness sounded much more challenging than you knew it actually was.

All he had to do was write in VERY BIG LETTERS.

You peered over his shoulder, examining the paper. He was just getting started on page two.

“Hmm. We have similar handwriting,” you added, making Heeseung look at you with his desperate doe eyes.

“Oh my God, ____! You have to help me!”

“Watch out, church boy. The pastor might make it 11 pages if he hear’s you calling the Lords name in vain.”

“Ughhhh,” his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he groaned, “Can you please just help me out?”

“Uh-huh, and why would I do that?”

“Look, I’ll do anything! You’re a way stronger writer than I am, and my brain is in the verge of kermitting suicide!!”

He was right. Writing was never a strong subject of his, so he really did need your help.

“Fine,” you gave in, looking around the library before whispering in his ear, “If you can be quiet while I suck you off until you finish page two, I’ll do the rest.”

His eyes widened in disbelief, “What?”

“You heard me,” you said cattily, sneaking under the table and between his legs.

“____, get from down there!! This is inappropriate!”

“Says who,” you giggled, unbuckling his leather belt.

“We’re not a married couple, ____. Hell, We’re not even dating!” He whisper-yelled from above the table, fidgeting with the pencil in his hand.

You could feel how tense he was just my touching his thighs, “You’ve never been approached like this before, have you?” You asked yet stated.

He took a deep swallow, already feeling himself throbbing in his pants, “Of course not… I’m trying to save myself here, y’know?”

“Aww, that’s cute,” you pouted, rubbing his bulge through his boxers.

“F-fuhh,” he mumbled, screwing his eyes shut at the feeling, “I don’t know if I can do this, ____.”

“With God, all things are possible, Hee! You should really pay more attention during Mr. Sweeney’s sermons,” you mocked, shimmying his boxers down to his ankles.

You adjusted yourself under the table before grabbing a hold of his impressively large dick, starting with gentle pumps.

“I’m not hearing the pencil penciling, Hee. Be a good boy and keep writing,” you slithered in a sing-song voice, licking a stripe up his shaft. The foreign texture of your tongue sent pleasurable shivers down his spine.

“____,” he cried with a surpressed moan, “how am I supposed to focus when you’re down there doing that?!” He worried, looking around as if waiting for someone to catch you two.

You released your lips from his heat with a pop, “Down here doing what, Hee? Sucking your virgin dick in the library? I always knew you had a naughty side.”

“Mmm,” he moaned again, rutting his hips up into your mouth, “please tell me you’re almost done, ____.”

You grinned at the sound of his begging, feeling yourself grow wetter with each second you spent between his legs, “Depends on if you either finish that last page or cum in my mouth first.”

Taking him past your lips again, you bobbed your head up and down, stroking the remaining inches you couldn’t fit comfortably in your mouth.

He tried his best to keep writing, but with that way you were sucking him off, his hands couldn’t help but drop the pencil before getting lost in your hair.

“Fuck,” he whined, finally letting the word come out.

He started to use your head like a toy as you sucked him in even harder, “just like that, baby. Please don’t stop.”

You were surprised by how his body slowly submitted to you the more you pleasured him.

Meanwhile, he was surprised that this was actually even happening. You moaned with the gag that tried to escape your throat, clinging to his thighs as your tried to hold in your sounds.

Your eyes started to poke with tears as he used your head more aggressively than before, finally shooting his warm load down your mouth, panting as if he’d just ran a marathon.

“Shh, you’re so noisy,” you teased, stroking him to a point of overstimulation.

“Okay, that’s enough,” he whimpered, taking your hands in his to stop your ministrations.

You licked the cum that dripped from your mouth before pulling his pants back up, getting from under the table.

You fixed your hair with your hands after literally just getting your face fucked by your sweet classmate, taking in his hot and bothered frame.

“How was it?” You asked casually, sitting next to him as if nothing happened.

You tried to ignore the sticky moisture that stuck to your thighs from your own arousal, figuring that you’d think about this moment while you pleased yourself later.

“Amazing,” he said with a shaky breath, still feeling his orgasm fresh in his veins.

“I’m taking about the page you just wrote, silly,” you teased, moving the sheet of paper closer to you before examining what he came up with, “Dude!”

“What, dude?” He asked back with flushed and sleepy features.

“This is garbage!” You exclaimed, ripping the piece of paper in half.

“Yeah, I don’t know why you would’ve expected anything different.”

“Gimme that,” you retorted, snatching the pencil from his hand, “I’m gonna need some coffee to write all these pages for ya…”

“Ugh,” he groaned, understanding that you were indirectly asking him to get you something to drink.

“Iced?”

“Always.”

He got up from the seat, searching through his backpack before pulling out his wallet, “Thanks by the way,” he smiled, trailing to the library exit.

“What can I say? It’s the Golden Rule,” you replied, jotting down the first of many sentences you’d write for Lee Heeseung, the guy you just blessed with the best blow job of his life.

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I have some random hatchetfield character HC’s (forgive me if any of these are repeats or already mostly canon haha) sorted by musical for ease.

TGWDLM :

-emma kills every house plant she touches but she doesn’t know this because pauls like a savant with plants (plant daddy) and takes care of them without her knowing

-bill and alice used to go to an afternoon tea place every sunday after church. It was their special daddy/daughter activity until alice turned 10. Whenever Alice is feeling down she stops by the shop and grabs a scone. Sometimes she’ll leave one at her dads place before shes taken back to her moms.

-ted was rarely in petes life growing up. By the time pete was old enough to remember him, ted was already moved out. He knew pete looked up to him though, and loved it. He would visit home, tell tales of his conquests (lies), and give pete just the shittest advice on how to pick up chicks (pete was 7).

-charlotte was the badgirl cheerleader in high school. She looked like sandra dee but acted like Rizzo. Thats when she got involved with sam. At her lowest point when she was 26 (having to be saved by the coast guard after a night of partying had her stealing a boat and losing the paddles shortly after, leaving her adrift for several hours) she found the church and changed her ways. This initiated the divide with sam who didn’t like this new version of her.

Black friday:

-toms favorite time of year was the first week of school. The kids were still squirrelly as they adjusted to class periods again, everyone was dressed in their best ready to show off their brace-less teeth or their new haircuts, there was a hum of excitement even as the kids groaned when they got their first piece of homework, and he got to play his favorite “accidentally chopped his thumb off” prank with all the freshman.

-Lindas always had “friends” because of her extravagant birthday parties but there was only ever one that actually knew her. During her 11th birthday, after her father had mocked her pig nose in front of everyone during the cake photo, linda hid in her room, and no one noticed she was gone- except for one boy, who came to see if she was okay. They became close after that. It wasn’t until months later that Linda learned he only came to ask because his mother made him (she was trying to find a way to lindas dad). She was so hurt that she had her dad pay off his parents to transfer him to sycamore.

-the first thing Lex ever bought was a bag of those shitty glow in the dark stars when she was 9 using the money she’d saved by scrounging for cans. She’d wanted them for months after she saw them in a friends house but her mom refused. She kept them up for years, even though they didn’t really glow anymore, because it reminded her that she could get things done on her own.

NPMD:

-steph is a huge gamer. She is frequently the highest scorer in any game she plays but her specialty is shooty games. She’s been known to seek revenge, often killing players she feels has wronged her over and over, hunting them down until the mods have to get involved. (I dont play games like that is that how it works? Lol)

-no one wanted to be the mascot. In fact, the kid who used to be the mascot quit the moment he heard max joined the team. The coach told them they needed one though so max grabbed the first dweeb he saw (richie) and shoved him inside. Richie had no choice but to roll with it, so even though it meant he was a target of maxs more often, it became worth it when people actually started cheering when he showed up. For him, its like cosplaying being popular.

-Ruth writes “friend fiction.” Each chapter is a different scenario on how her and another classmate could become involved. Pete and steph both have multiple chapters. Richie has none (simply because its never crossed her mind.)

-grace was kicked out of debate club because she ended every argument by saying it was gods will

[sweeter-innocence-fics]

I'd Burn the City Down (To Show You the Light) - Chapter Two

Pairings: Chrissy Cunningham x Reader, side Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson

Work Summary:

All you wanted to do for your senior year of high school was keep your head down and scrape by, but a certain blonde in a very short skirt gets in your way.

Chrissy Cunningham x 'badgirl'!reader

Chapter Summary: You go over to Chrissy's house to study.

Chapters: 1 2 3 4...

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 1960

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Notes:

Lots of warnings for this chapter because of discussing the content of The Color Purple, as well as other things. Spoilers for the early parts of The Color Purple.

Warnings for discussions of rape (including of a 14 year old girl), incest, racism, poverty Also warnings for eating disorders, body image issues, reader being a "not like other girls" girl, reader being an arsehole, hints of religious trauma, bullying, food insecurity, reader is mean, chrissy gets angry

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Chrissy’s copy of The Color Purple sat dauntingly on your nightstand. You hadn’t touched it since you’d taken it out of your schoolbag.

You should really get started on it. The sooner you finished it, the sooner you could return it to Chrissy, and the sooner the weight of its presence in your life would be alleviated.

You were regretting taking it home with you. You should’ve just told her that you didn’t need to read it, you could do the project just fine without it.

But it was too late now. You had already told her you would. You didn’t want to drag this project out for any longer than it needed to be. The idea of going over to Chrissy’s to study made you sweat. She was a pretty girl, and that made you nervous for a whole host of reasons.

You sat up on your bed, leaning back against a pillow, and flipped the book open.

Your reading skidded to a halt on the very first page. The protagonist, a fourteen-year-old girl, was talking about being raped and impregnated by her own father. It was deeply unsettling. You’d never read any book that had gone into such graphic detail about that kind of stuff before.

Your curiosity was piqued, but you had the strange feeling that you were doing something that you weren’t supposed to, like you were a voyeur to someone else’s pain. You read on.

The writing style took some getting used to. A lot of it was written phonetically, in a dialect that wasn’t all that familiar to you in small-town Indiana.

Each short chapter was a letter to God, which was another thing that chafed against you. Your experience with religion and faith in your life had never exactly been positive. Still, you kept reading. The narrative compelled you in a perverse sort of way.

The book sat with you uncomfortably. You weren’t sure what to make of it.

The main character, Celie, seemed hardly better off than a slave to the men in her life. She cooked, she cleaned, she looked after the children. And she was raped. Repeatedly.

In a strange way, it almost made you feel better about your own life. Life wasn’t easy, but at least you weren’t beholden to anyone. No man was going to make you cook or clean or have his children. If any man tried to touch you, you would knock him out cold. With no children or younger sister to protect, your body was your own. That, you supposed, was a privilege, inconsequential as it might seem.

It did make you wonder how a girl like Chrissy Cunningham could relate to a book like this. What did Chrissy – white, rich, pretty in the way that models are pretty – have in common with Celie?

*

You hadn’t finished the book by the time you left your trailer on Saturday morning, but you were sure Chrissy wouldn’t have expected you to.

It had taken you an embarrassingly long amount of time to get dressed. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d gone to someone else’s house.

Not that you were trying to impress Chrissy. Just that you had been bullied for your clothes and your appearance for as long as you could remember. You didn’t want to give Chrissy – or her friends – any ammunition against you. And you didn’t want to wear anything that might attract the attention of her parents.

You settled for plain black jeans and your least threadbare shirt. At the very least it was clean. You took a little longer in the shower than usual, and sprayed yourself liberally with deodorant.

Just your luck, Eddie was sitting on the front steps of his trailer as you walked outside. It was like he had a sixth sense for when you were going out, and when you didn’t want to speak to anyone.

“Hey neighbour,” he said, far too cheerily.

“Get fucked, Munson.”

His laughter followed you as you walked away.

Chrissy lived in a much nicer part of town. She had given you her address on a small folded up piece of paper that you’d kept tucked in the copy of her book.

Buses didn’t run that often, so you decided to walk. It took you forty-five minutes, and by the time you made it to the neat suburban street that she lived on, you were sweaty and tired.

You hung around on the corner for a few minutes, re-applying your deodorant and getting your breath back.

Her house was pretty much identical to all the others on its street: two storeys, a large driveway, a well-kempt lawn. You strode up to the front door like you belonged here and hit the doorbell before you could psyche yourself out. You heard footsteps, and then a moment later, the door swung open to reveal Chrissy.

Stupidly, you found yourself surprised to see her out of her cheerleading uniform. Of course she didn’t wear it while she was at home.

Instead, she was dressed in an oversized hoody and jeans. The sleeves over her hoody were too long, so you could only just see her fingers curled around their cuffs.

“Hey,” she said, sounding a little breathless. “Come on in.”

“Thanks,” you said, trying to sound casual.

“My parents aren’t home, so I figured we could just work in the dining room.”

“Cool.”

You were relieved to hear that you were alone in the house. It was one less complication. You didn’t want to spend your time making small talk with strangers. You just wanted to finish this project and get out of here.

“Are you enjoying the book?” Chrissy asked, leading you into the dining room. She had clearly already been doing homework. There was a stack of textbooks on the table, notepads and pens and pieces of paper with scribbled notes on them scattered haphazardly across its surface.

You realised that Chrissy was looking at you expectantly. “Hm?”

“The Color Purple? Are you enjoying it?”

“Oh, uh, yeah.” She looked doubtful, and you wondered if that was the wrong answer. “I mean it’s… It’s pretty intense, right?”

“Right.” She chuckled awkwardly. “Make yourself at home. You want something to drink? Water, or coffee?”

“Water is good, thanks.”

She disappeared into what you assumed was the kitchen, and you took a moment to take in your surroundings.

At one end of the room, there were big glass doors that led out into the back yard. Through the window, you could see a large trampoline. You wondered if Chrissy used it for cheerleading practise.

The walls of the dining room were lined with family photographs. You recognised Chrissy at various ages, sometimes with her parents, sometimes alone. There were pictures of her with her cheerleading squad, and even some of her with her boyfriend Jason. She was clearly the apple of her parents’ eye.

As Chrissy set down a glass of water on the table, you jerked around like you’d been caught doing something you shouldn’t. If she noticed, she didn’t say anything.

“I got a few books from the library that I think might help with the historical context part of the project.”

“Right.”

“I was thinking we could each write some stuff for a couple of these sections, and then we could bring it together into a presentation. Does that make sense?”

“Sure…”

“Alright, how do you wanna divide this up?”

“I think you should do the talking for the presentation. Because you’re… you know…”

She frowned at you. “I’m what?”

“You’re like…” You grappled for the word. “Charismatic, or whatever. Plus you love this book so you can infuse your passion into the talking. Teachers eat that shit up.”

“… If you say so.” She looked a little uncomfortable. “How do we wanna decide who writes each section?”

“You can pick. You know more about it than I do.”

She frowned again. “Fine.” You watched her mark a couple of the sections with her initials, and then a couple with yours. She hesitated a couple of times, tapping her pen against her glossy pink lips. “Does this work for you?”

“Sure, whatever.” It didn’t seem to be the answer she was looking for, but she didn’t push.

And so the two of you got on with it, separately, but together. Occasionally she would ask your opinion on something, but mostly, neither of you spoke.

It was surprisingly pleasant. Peaceful. Until the clock struck 12:30pm and your stomach started to rumble.

Chrissy looked up at you when your stomach made an embarrassing gurgling noise. “You hungry?” she asked, like the thought hadn’t occurred to her.

Part of you wanted to say no and carry on working, but you weren’t exactly in a position to say no to free food.

“Yeah.”

“I’ll fix us something.”

She got up without asking what you wanted. You supposed you’d get what you’d get. That was fine with you. You turned your attention back to the paper in front of you.

A few minutes later, Chrissy returned with two plates. She set one down in front of you. It was a sandwich made with thick, crusty bread, and apple slices arranged neatly beside it. It was like a meal a person would make for a child. You wondered if this was something she’d learnt from her mom. Was this practise for the children that she would someday have?

“Thanks,” you said, and took a bite of the sandwich. It was fairly plain, but tasted good anyway. She had been generous with condiments.

You continued to work as you ate. You didn’t know if Chrissy had expected conversation, but she wasn’t pushing you in any case.

Although you had eaten slowly, Chrissy hadn’t finished by the time you had. You looked up to see her picking at the crust of her sandwich. She had taken a couple of small bites, and eating half of her apple slices, but seemed to show no interest in finishing them. She seemed to have given up on work for now, and was instead staring straight ahead of her.

It didn’t surprise you that a girl like Chrissy would be obsessed with her weight. You had heard the way that popular girls would make it almost a competition about who could eat less, bragging about almost passing out. You doubted any of them understood what real hunger was. You fought the urge to roll your eyes at Chrissy.

“Is that like a cheerleader thing, or what?” The words came out of you dripping with venom. Chrissy flinched, like she’d forgotten you were there.

“What?”

“You have to eat like a bird or else you’ll get kicked off the team, right?”

Her brow furrowed. Her face was flushed pink with embarrassment. “Excuse me?” She looked genuinely angry. You faltered, feeling suddenly embarrassed yourself.

“Nothing. Never mind.”

“It’s not nothing, clearly.” She was glaring at you now.

“I guess I just don’t know who you’re showing off for here. I’m not one of your cool girl friends.” 

She let out a laugh that seemed to startle both of you. Chrissy, normally so mild-mannered, stood up, knocking her chair over in the process.

“You think you’re so much better than me, don’t you?” she hissed. “Because you don’t give a fuck about anyone or anything, right?”

“I-”

“You think you know me but you don’t. You’re not the only person with problems.” You stared back at her in stunned silence. She pinched the bridge of her nose, eyes falling closed as she took a deep breath. “I think you should go,” she said. There was a tremor in her voice that she was trying to hide, but you heard it.

You didn’t need to be told twice.

Next Chapter

[orchidshroomgardenselfships]

❀♡Intro post + F/o list!♡❀

Hi! My name is Orchid/Izzy, it's lovely to meet you! I am into... A lot of medias. Many a lot. so much. But!!! um! some friends kinda gave me the courage to make a selfship blog, so here I am! (This is not my main, I interact through Orchideon) My main hobbies include writing, drawing, videogames, reading, and dnd! I find nature really fascinating, and i've been interested for years! I do have a main blog, though I. need to figure out how to link that. But on that main blog I do post the occassional writing! Oh also I have a special interest in stuffed animals- I am an adult, so there may be jokes of suggestive nature on this blog once in a blue moon- though they’ll be tagged appropriately. For now i'm just going to put down some of my main F/o's, (in no particular order) list might grow or expand or change as time goes on <: "Orchid's flowerbed" is the tag for my posts <: just so I can keep stuff on my blog neat n organized!

❀Romantic f/o's❀:

-Captain Caviar cookie (Cookie run) (Tag: undecided) -Capsaicin cookie (Cookie run) (Tag: undecided) -Purple yam cookie (Cookie run) (Tag: undecided) -Pitaya dragon cookie (Cookie run) (Tag: #orchtaya) -Butter roll cookie (Cookie run) (Tag: undecided) -Pest (Regretevator) (Tag: Pestthread) -Mach (Regretevator) (Tag: undecided) -Bullfrog (Captain laserhawk) (Tag: #The fairy and the frog🐸🌼) -Ramon (Captain laserhawk) (Tag: undecided) -Bullfrog & Ramon (Captain laserhawk) (Tag: #Us against the world🐸❤️🌼) -Badgirl (No more heroes 1) (Tag: undecided) -Snakeman (Megaman) (Tag: undecided) -Piers (Pokemon Sword and shield) (Tag: undecided) -Metaknight (the Kirby series) (Tag: undecided) -Itto Arataki (Genshin impact) (Tag: undecided) -Tighnari (Genshin impact) (Tag: undecided) -Wriothesely (Genshin impact) (Tag: undecided) Self insert tags: -Orchid cookie (Cookie run self insert) Tag: #Orchid cookie 💚 -Hoya cookie (Cookie run self insert) Tag: (wip) -Nepenthes (Rayman) Tag: (wip) -Nepenthes (Captain laserhawk) Tag: (wip) -Velvet (Kirby) Tag: #Velvet ❤️ -Threadie (Regretevator) Tag: #Threadie 💚

Other tags:

#Orch’s selfship games (For selfship reblog games I’ve made! All in tag still active!)

[thatonefangirlly]

Elements EP- BM (Review)

Finally, the long-awaited review of BM’s first ep “Elements.” I’ve already talked about his title track “Nectar” so I won’t talk about that. So, we’re going to talk about Embers, Loyalty, Motion, and Badgirl Badboy.

Let’s talk about “Embers.” It’s not my favorite, but it does the job. This song is a vibe you really have to be in the mood for. It reminds me of a grown-up version of Bang Chan’s “Connected” from Stray Kids. It’s like the concept is saying, “We have a connection like fire, so why not give in?” By the way, Bm, if you could explain this one, that would be awesome! The lyrics really turn up the heat, and don’t be surprised if you end up feeling a connection to this song (get it? embers? matches? corny joke, sorry haha). I don’t think this song needs a video, probably because I can’t quite picture it or the concept. I’d rate this song a 7/10. It’s definitely an acquired taste.

Next is Loyalty. You know when you hear that Spanish guitar in The Fast and The Furious or any old-school 2000s movie? Yeah, it’s like that. I’m not completely sold on it yet, especially with the whole “She said I’m an Aries, said I’m a Libra” line – I’m kinda lost there. But hey, I won’t be too harsh because this isn’t my thing, it’s BM’s. BM, if you’re reading this, please break it down for me. The lyrics are cool and I can totally picture an early 2000s music video. But it would hit different if it was shot back in his hometown, like with sportscars and all, you know? Kinda like The Fast and The Furious movies. I might vibe with it more as it grows on me. Right now, I’d give it a 6/10.

Now, let’s talk about “Motion”, Not. For. Kids. You know it’s got that “Parental Advisory Explicit Content” label for a reason, right? BM really loves to talk about women in this song, it’s pretty explicit, but you know what? I actually like it. The lyrics speak for themselves, so I won’t say much more. As for the video, imagine a house party with a pool, some early 2000s vibes, visors turned up, and a fisheye camera. You know the drill, think of any early 2000s song with a house party. Hey, BM, are you taking notes? I’ve got some ideas here. I’d give this song a 9/10, but I wish there was a video just to add a fun visual.

Now for Badgirl Badboy... Not totally into it. I think it's mostly because I don't quite get the concept of the song and that might be my fault. I think a visual would be cool's for me to grasp the concept. Who knows, if I listen enough, it may grow on me. I give this song a 5/10.

So I have added up the scores (this included the score for Nectar) and averaged them out and this EP gets an 7.3/10! Not bad for his first solo project! Good job BM! I’m definitely proud of you and I promise I’m listening to this on repeat. Remember he’s on his first 21+ tour until the 26th of May, so look for the dates and go support him if you can! I know I wish I could!

Remember to leave a comment and tell me what you think or who you want next for me to review!

Annyeong🫰🏾

[sleephyuns]

To clarify a point I made in the ask I sent last night and add onto it since I feel like I didn’t explain it well enough, Momo and Jihyo’s affection being the way it is doesn’t mean they don’t hug or anything like that, they hug and kiss and cuddle a LOT since Momo loves it like you said, and I believe Jihyo does as well, but I think what I meant by it (in my sleep induced delirium) is that while Sana’s affection is more ecstatic and joyful, and Mina’s is more low key and soft, Momo and Jihyo’s affection is more casual and unplanned, more relaxed hugs and spontaneous kisses, soft squeezes on each other’s biceps or thighs or hands passing over abs, still very very sweet but in their own much looser way if that makes sense??

(Part 1 Here) I definitely get what you mean! I think because they can both be a little awkward around each other, it’s more like “in the moment” affection because they have to get in that headspace. Whereas Sana might greet Jihyo with a running hug, Momo takes a bit to work up to it. And Jihyo sort of senses that energy, so she acts similarly. Starting with small touches, both of them passing their hands over each other now and then. Then, they’re able to give each other the kisses and hugs Momo so desperately craves.

Also, I really like what you added on about Mina and Sana. Loving Mina quietly, Sana loving loudly. I think it’s a good balance, with Momo sitting somewhere in the middle. A quiet love that grows and gets louder in waves.

As for what you mentioned about their sex lives, I completely agree with Sana being into exhibitionism. It’s in her nature to like it somewhere open like balconies, windows, etc, etc. With Momo it’s the opposite of the same interest. Exhibitionism in corners tucked away. Bathrooms, gym showers, even something as simple as getting too handsy in the corner of the room when Mina and Sana arent looking.

With that in mind I can definitely see Mina as someone who loves to just watch in any way possible. She’d love to get videos from all of her girls, but she loves ones with Momo and Jihyo together, just because Momo acts as natural as possible, eager to please Jihyo and not even worried about the camera (Sana likes to show off which isnt a bad thing, but Momo just really does it for her. Mina also thinks Momo looks hot taking dick from someone else who hits the gym).

When all of them are together, they definitely have a lot of fun.

In true harem fashion, I think they would have a thing for taking turns to “use” Jihyo (and Jihyo loves it too of course). On some of the days they decide to focus on her, they’ll handcuff or tie her to the bed and just go to town. They’ll do it to Momo too on occasion, she just has to be in the mood.

I also think Mina’s the type to want to clean up the others’ messes, in a way. For example: she’ll suck Jihyo off after fucking Sana, will practically beg for a taste of her cum leaking out of Sana too. And if Momo’s watching, and ends up jerking herself off to completion, Mina will be there to clean off her hand, her cock, her stomach if she’s gotten some there and all that.

When Mina’s the center of attention for the session, she loves getting toys used on her. She loves being as full as possible and having as many places stimulated as possible so…

And for Sana, as much as she loves doing the worshipping, she has times where she likes receiving too. Heavy on kisses and touching everywhere. Lots of praise and gentle words.

When it’s all said and done they always spend so much time cuddling. Even if it’s sweaty and sticky and a little difficult with the four of them they make it work. Mina and Momo would be very big on needing aftercare (no matter what position or role they were in that day), so it’s always a must. Momo usually drifts off to sleep after theyve cleaned up, and Jihyo’s always wide awake. Her and Sana end up having the most pillow talk and Mina just listens for comfort.

But yeah they’re all very sweet to each other in different ways :3

[curseshared]

Lilith Clawthorne 🔷 The Owl House

Eldest daughter, disgraced government official, infamous traitor, cult survivor, time loop creator, apocalypse survivor, co-bearer of the curse, historian, overachiever, #badgirl, #cool.

Technically a demon. More specifically a witch, which is not a type of human in this setting, but her innate magic is gone. Those attuned to the supernatural (and/or uncanny) might notice this.

Not bitter anymore. Except when she is.

Her first love is hyper-specific architecture details. She isn't interested in seeing anyone.

Did a lot of things wrong but the only person who hasn't forgiven her is... uh. Herself.

She does turn into a giant bird-monster sometimes.

At some point she's going back to her natural hair colour but I don't have enough icons for it so we're just gonna have to imagine.

She's learned from her mistakes, and is resolved to do whatever it takes to keep her family safe.

Oh, are you still reading? Uh... you can sit down, if you'd like. Do you want something to drink? No, it's no trouble at all...

[sweeter-innocence-fics]

I’d Burn the City Down (To Show You the Light) - Chapter Three

Pairings: Chrissy Cunningham x Reader, side Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson

Work Summary:

All you wanted to do for your senior year of high school was keep your head down and scrape by, but a certain blonde in a very short skirt gets in your way.

Chrissy Cunningham x ‘badgirl’!reader

Chapter Summary: You apologise.

Chapters: 1 2 3 4…

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 3194

Read on AO3.

Masterlists.

Taglist: @skittledemon66 @mrs-kai-anderson @ang3l1te @missryerye

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Previous Chapter

There was a twisty, uncomfortable feeling in your stomach all the way home. The look on Chrissy’s face was stuck in your mind like a bad dream. It wasn’t her anger that was the problem. She’d looked hurt, and it struck you that maybe you’d been being an asshole.

You hadn’t expected that kind of response. Girls like her were usually so quick to dismiss you and everything you had to say. You had to hit first and hit hard. But Chrissy had been polite and non-confrontational until you’d pushed her.

You were no stranger to arguments or uncomfortable social situations, but you weren’t used to the feeling of guilt that was heavy in the pit of your stomach.

When you got home, Eddie was sitting on his front steps, rolling a joint.

“Hey neighbour,” he said with that same, shit-eating grin he always seemed to wear when he spoke to you.

An insult died in your throat. You eyed the joint. “Can I buy some weed?”

His eyes glinted mischievously as he finished up the joint and picked up the tin that was sitting beside him on the steps.

“How much do you want?” he asked.

“I don’t know. How much would…” You pulled out your wallet and skimmed through it. You grimaced, already doing budget calculations in your head. “Ten dollars get me?”

It wasn’t the first time you’d bought weed from Eddie, but you didn’t make a habit of it. The combination of the cost and the requirement for social interaction was more effort than it was worth.

He looked from your wallet to your face and back. “I’ll tell you what,” he said. “I’ll roll you one for free.”

“What’s the catch?”

He held up the one he’d just rolled. “You smoke this one with me.”

You balked. “No thanks.”

“Not in a creepy way, I swear!” Eddie held up his hands. “I’m not trying to have sex with you. You just seem really mad about something and I thought you might want some company.”  

“I’m good, actually. I changed my mind.” You turned to go, but you heard the sounds of him shuffling behind you. For a moment, you were gripped with the urge to run, but before you had the chance, he jogged in front of you and turned to face you, joint in hand.

“Here. I’m sorry. Free of charge.”

“I can pay-”

“Please. Just take it,” he said, shaking it in front of you. Reluctantly, you took it from his hand. You couldn’t deny that it was a relief to not have to pay. “And if you change your mind about the company, you know where to find me.”

“… Thanks, Munson.”

The awkward interaction with Eddie almost pushed Chrissy out of your mind entirely, but as soon as you walked back inside of your trailer and realised you still had Chrissy’s copy of The Color Purple in your bag, your frown returned.

You should’ve given it back to her. Would she have taken it? The project wasn’t even finished yet.

Maybe the best way to make amends would be to finish the book and your half of the project, and then hand it over to Chrissy so that neither of you had to speak to each other again. That would probably be for the best. The book wasn’t even all that long.

You opened your bedroom window, lit some incense and then sparked up your joint.

As hard as the book was to read at times, you couldn’t deny that it was compelling. You couldn’t imagine living a life like Celie’s without going mad or running away. But you supposed that Celie had never known any other kind of life. She’d been abused from childhood. She expected men to behave the way her husband and father did.

Things start to shift with the introduction of the character of Shug Avery, a glamorous singer that Celie’s husband is in love with. Shug doesn’t take shit from anyone. For the first time, Celie sees a different way of living.

But she’s still stuck with her husband. She’s good to him but he still beats her because it’s what he’s expected to do. Celie herself even tells her stepson to beat his wife, although she regrets it. The way women are ‘supposed’ to be treated is just so deeply ingrained.

But Shug makes Celie’s husband promise not to hit her, and because he loves Shug, he listens. Even when Shug leaves, he keeps his promise.

And all the while, Celie seems just as obsessed with Shug as her husband is. There’s a creeping feeling in your stomach that you’re not sure what to do with. Shug is beautiful and glamorous and strong-willed. If you were in Celie’s position, how could you not love her?

One day, Shug comes back with her own husband in tow. His name is Grady. Celie hates him immediately, although she’s not sure why. Perhaps it’s because you’re high, but it takes longer to shift into place than it should.

When Shug tells Celie that she loves her, you don’t question it. It just makes sense. When she kisses her, you snap the book shut, breathing hard.

Was this why Chrissy had leant you the book? Was this her way of telling you that she knew? Was this a roundabout way of tormenting you? Was she going to out you?

Or…

Your guts roiled.

Was she trying to tell you that she liked girls too?

Or maybe none of this was a message. Maybe this was just a book that Chrissy liked. It was an interesting, heart-rending story about a woman being trapped by the expectations placed on her. It, in turns, horrified and titillated in a way that kept you gripped. You didn’t need to like women to feel that.

But it certainly helped.

You lit your joint again, which had been lying forgotten in the mug on your nightstand that you’d been using as an ashtray. Taking a deep drag, you reopened the book.

It was night by the time you finished reading. There were tears in your eyes. Your head hurt a little, and you wanted to sleep, but it wasn’t worth having to face Chrissy without finishing your half of the project.

You pulled out a couple more reference books that you got at the library and began to write.

*

The next morning, you had to force yourself out of bed with a pounding head. You ate a bowl of cereal without really tasting it and then showered to make sure you’d got rid of the last of the weed smell that might’ve lingered in your hair.

It was early, but the weather was already unpleasantly warm. You soldiered on until you turned on to the Chrissy’s street.

There were two cars parked in the driveway. That almost certainly meant her parents were home. That was almost enough to make you turn around and go back home, but you needed to do this. If you handed over your half of the project, then this could be over and done with.

Steeling yourself, you rang the doorbell. There was a long pause, but then you heard footsteps. You forced a smile onto your face as the door swung open, revealing a middle-aged blonde woman who you assumed was Chrissy’s mother.

“Hi, is Chrissy here?” you asked, before she had a chance to say anything.

She looked you up and down with a pinched expression on her face. “Who are you?”

“I’m in Chrissy’s English class. We have a project together?” The words came out sounding like a question although they clearly weren’t one.

“One moment,” said the woman, and then shut the door in your face.

Perhaps if you had looked like a cheerleader, she would’ve let you wait inside, but she clearly didn’t trust you from the ways her eyes had raked over you judgmentally.

You stood there. A minute passed and you heard nothing, and you were starting to wonder if she was coming back at all when the door opened again.

This time, it was Chrissy standing there. “Hi,” she said, looking a little embarrassed. You weren’t sure if it was because of yesterday, or because of her mother, but either way, you wanted to put her at ease.

“I just wanted to return your book to you,” you said, reaching into your bag. “I finished it last night. I also finished writing up the presentation. If you have any questions, you can ask me on Monday, I guess.”

“You’re leaving?” she asked.

“I just came here to drop the stuff off. I figured…” You trailed off. Her expression wasn’t angry, just curious. “After yesterday, you probably didn’t wanna see that much of me.”

“It’s okay,” she said. “Do you wanna look through it together? It might be helpful.”

You glanced over her shoulder. Her mother was standing in the hallway, her eyes fixed on you.

“Sure,” you said, “I’m not busy today.”

“Not here, though,” Chrissy murmured, so quietly you almost didn’t hear her. “I just need to grab my bag,” she said, much louder now, “And then we can go.”

You had no idea where you were supposed to be going, so you just nodded.

Unlike her mother, Chrissy didn’t shut the door on you. She left the door open as she turned around and headed for the stairs.

“I’m going over to Y/N’s house to study,” she said to her mother.

You blanched. You had no intention of inviting Chrissy – or anyone, for that matter – to your trailer. You weren’t sure if she knew you lived in a trailer and was lying to her mother about you living in a house, or if she was just assuming.

You hovered awkwardly in the doorway, avoiding her mother’s eye as she retrieved her bag.

“I’ll back in a few hours,” she said. “Love you, mom.”

Her mother gave a small affirmative grunt and Chrissy led you out the front door.

“Sorry about that,” she whispered. “I was thinking we could go study at Benny’s diner, but my mom… She wouldn’t like that. So it’s easier to just tell her we’re at your place.”

You nodded jerkily. “Right. Of course.”

“I’ll drive,” said Chrissy, as if there was any question about that. You got into the passenger seat of her car and immediately rolled down the window. It was far too hot to have it closed. “I have AC,” she said, but you pretended you didn’t hear her.

In truth, you just wanted to get the breeze on your face. It had been a long time since you’d ridden in a car and it was thing you’d always liked the most about driving.

When you didn’t respond, Chrissy rolled her window down too, much to your relief. Neither of you spoke for the duration of the car journey.

It wasn’t far to Benny’s, which was a shame, because you only got to spend a few precious minutes leaning with your face by the window, letting the wind rush through your hair.

You caught Chrissy’s eye in the wingmirror at one point and realised that she was watching you. You frowned, and she quickly looked away. Feeling a little embarrassed, you rolled up your window again as you pulled into the parking lot outside the diner.

You already had your hand on the door handle, but Chrissy kept driving, which confused you. Instead of pulling into one of the spaces in the parking lot, she drove around the back of the diner.

There were a couple of overflow spots there, but they were all full. She frowned.

“Oh.”

You wrinkled your nose at her. “Why don’t you park around the front?”

“I prefer the back,” she said, not looking at you. Her tone didn’t invite further questions. You sat in silence as she turned the car around and pulled into the furthest space from the road.

She seemed strangely nervous as she picked up her things and got out of the car. Was it your fault? Was she really so uncomfortable around you?

The silence as you walked into the diner was awkward. Chrissy picked the table – a booth far away from the window – and ordered herself a lemonade. When the waitress looked at you expectantly, you opted for a lemonade too, mostly out of awkwardness.

Chrissy’s lips were pursed as she started pulling books out of her bag. Now seemed to be the moment, or else you might be stuck in this uncomfortable cycle forever.

“I am sorry,” you said, and she looked up at you, surprised. “For yesterday. I was rude.”

A hint of a smile curled up the side of her lips, although her eyes were sad. “It’s okay. I’ve heard worse.”

You felt the heat rising in your cheeks. Clearing your throat, you looked away from her and down at the menu.

“Did you wanna get some lunch?” you asked. “They do mean pancakes here. I’m buying.”

“Oh, you don’t have to-”

“I want to.”

If you bought her lunch, then maybe this uncomfortable tightness in your chest would go away. Sure, you didn’t have much money, but you could figure it out.

The waitress came back with two glasses of lemonade and two menus. She looked at Chrissy, and then at you with a flicker of confusion, as if she couldn’t understand why a girl like her was sitting with a girl like you. The thought soured you. You slouched down in your seat, a sneer coming to your lips.

Her face rearranged itself into a bright smile. “Will you two ladies be ordering food?”

You looked at Chrissy. She hesitated for a moment, and then said, “Yes, thank you.” Ever polite. Ever sweet. You tried not to frown.

“Great,” said the waitress, seeming relieved that it was Chrissy that spoke and not you. “I’ll give you a few minutes to decide.” She set down your menus in front of you and walked away.

Chrissy gave you a strange look. You were sure she was put off by you. No matter what you did, it seemed like people were put off by you. You busied yourself with reading the menu, although you already knew what you wanted.

“Are you… alright?” Chrissy’s voice was a little timid.

You looked up to meet her eyes. “What?”

“You seem… I don’t know… pissed off?”

“I’m fine.”

“Was it the waitress?”

“What are you going to eat?” you said, ignoring her question.

Chrissy sighed a little and perused the menu too.

When the waitress came back, she didn’t look at you, opting instead to focus on Chrissy.

“What can I get you two?” she asked, that false, customer-service smile on her face.

“I’ll have the pancakes,” you said loudly, forcing her to look at you. “Blueberry.” She smiled at you and scribbled that down on the pad.

“And for you?” she asked, turning back to Chrissy.

“I’ll have…” She looked uncertain for a moment. Then, with a deep breath, said, “Blueberry pancakes as well, please.”

“Anything else?” asked the waitress.

“And a side of fries. To share,” you said, and Chrissy’s eyes widened.

“Excellent choice,” said the waitress, smiling at you. You felt a strange, sour turn in your stomach. She collected up your menus and left the two of you alone.

“I don’t want any fries,” said Chrissy immediately.

You shrugged. “Don’t have any, then.”

Her lips pursed. “I don’t understand you.”

“Of course you don’t,” you said derisively.

She ignored you. “I don’t know what to expect. One minute you’re buying me lunch and the next you’re turning all prickly again.”

You snorted. “Is that right?”

“I don’t know how else you’d describe it.”

“I just…” You glanced over at the waitress who was now standing by the counter, making easy conversation with another patron. “… don’t like being judged, alright?”

“Who’s judging you?”

You scoffed. “A lot of people. Don’t tell me you don’t see it.”

“See what?”

“The way people look at me.”

Chrissy shrugged. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. It’s not the kind of thing people notice happening to other people.”

She frowned at you. “I guess you’re right. You might not think so but I feel like I’m being judged all the time too. Especially with cheerleading and stuff. So I know how you feel.”

You highly doubted that, but you were too tired to argue. “Can we talk about something else?”

“Fine by me. How was the book?”

You faltered. You weren’t sure that this was a much safer topic. “It was… good. Interesting, I mean.”

“It’s not an… easy read. It made me cry a bunch of times when I read it for the first time.”

“You’ve read it more than once?”

“Sure. It’s one I keep finding myself coming back to. I don’t even know why. It’s just… compelling, I guess?”

Questions were on the tip of your tongue. The main character of the book was a lesbian. She was in love with another woman. What did Chrissy think about that? It was a potentially dangerous line of inquiry. 

Luckily, or maybe not, the waitress returned at that moment with two plates of pancakes and a bowl of fries, which she set down in between you. You dug in immediately.

You were a few bites in when you realised Chrissy hadn’t touched her food yet. You looked at her, unsure if you should say anything, for fear of upsetting her again. The look you gave her seemed to be enough. She picked up her knife and fork and started cutting into the stack.

“They’re good, right?” you asked, just as she’d taken her first bite.

“Really good,” she said through a mouthful of pancake, and you found yourself laughing, although you weren’t sure why.

Tentatively, she reached for the bowl of fries between you. She seemed uncertain, so you said, “Go ahead.”

For a moment, she looked surprised, pulling her hand back like she’d been caught doing something wrong, but then she took a couple of fries and put them in her mouth.

She grinned unexpectedly. “God these are good. I haven’t had fries in forever.”

You didn’t ask her why not. You were pretty sure you knew. The world was hard for teenage girls, and even skinny, gorgeous girls like her were made to feel bad about their weight.

Whenever you contemplated your own body, you weren’t exactly happy with what you saw. But you had bigger things to worry about. For Chrissy, as head cheerleader, it was practically in the job description for her to be hot and skinny and blonde.

You took a handful of fries too. They really were very good. You commended yourself on your excellent taste.

You were just about to start talking about what you’d written for the project when the colour drained from Chrissy’s face. She dropped her fork and pushed her plate towards you, eyes wide and anxiously fixed on something outside of the window.

You followed her gaze. A car was pulling into the parking lot. You recognised it from Chrissy’s driveway. It was being driven by her mom.

Next Chapter

[happigreens]

Some references for later in my plant journey. I got this lovely mint plant last week or so and I want to take care of her as best I can in my current conditions, which will be challenging (hence the link about grow lamps lol), but feasible.

Look at her glow in the sunlight ☀️

I want to find a nice pot for her, I have so much compost she can use to grow so I'm exited to start laying that down. Right now she's just in fromt of my balcony window soaking up as much light as she can (which isnt terribly too much light considering the orientation of my apartment unit lol). Her stems and leaves are bent from following the light, and thats so cool to notice since i first got her.

I'm excited for this whole process! And one day I'll be able to say I can take care of a plant, which will erode my fears about growing my own food from seed. Speaking of which, a nice vendor from the city market gave me a choice of 2 seed packets for free!

I had no idea where to start and dont know the differences between certain crops so I got these two:

One cuz it was a tomato and I heard tomatoes are easy enough to grow, and the other bc they look very pretty and could serve as decorative flowers for my balcony or indoors! I'll plant some of these badgirls soon enough :-). I wanna gather more knowledge first, just so I can continue this journey a but more sure of myself.