#chubby Tina

[meaniezuchinni]

Happy Halloween from Zeke and Tina (dressing up as Gomez and Morticia).

[bloodismymedium]

I love this so fucking much you have no idea. Chubby!Tina is the way to go in my mind and I too headcanon her having insecurities about her body, especially her stretch marks. I like to imagine Jack has helped Tina out of her insecurities and be a little more confident in her body type since they started dating but she’ll always dislike her stretch marks because she thinks their ugly 🥺

I feel like if Tina was canonically overweight she would be incredibly insecure about her body and hate going out in public most of the time. Also, how do you guys feel about this fan design? I personally find it much more interesting than the previous.

[neothebean]

Louise and Rudy, age 14ish! Some headcanons under the cut

I headcanon this as the time they start “dating” (I use the term loosely because honestly they’re both weirdos and I think their version of dating is like, we’re friends who hold hands and maybe sometimes kiss if we feel like it, Tina is baffled but supportive lol)

I also think this is the last year that Louise clings to wearing a hat; as a kid who had clothing fixations myself, I think she’ll eventually realize it’s not A hat but THE hat she’s missing and move on from that particular habit (probably to replace it with something else, like chunky bracelets or ugly hair clips). She leans more into unisex looks, not for lack of feeling like a girl, but because she’s beginning to really understand what being a girl means to her specifically. And that means comfort and flexibility to go from internally fangirling to outwardly setting things on fire, literally and figuratively.

Rudy is really starting to explore his own sense of self and make his own fashion choices instead of whatever his parents buy him. He thinks his choices are very cool (they’re average) but he’s not sure about growing out his hair (Louise secretly loves it). He has decided to make his inhaler “cool” by brandishing it proudly. It’s not working, but he feels better about it, anyway.

Physically, Louise hit a growth spurt and spends junior high being one of the taller kids. She'll quit growing by 10th grade and end up the shortest of the Belchers and shorter than most of her classmates, which infuriates her. Meanwhile, Rudy gets a little chubby in his adolescence but thins out after graduation (only to get squishy again by his late twenties). Louise has a very similar shape to Linda, though she never fills out quite as much.

[fxshbonezz]

Can you draw some more fat people?

Fuck yeah

Dunno if my Tina band au design counts as fat or chubby but idk. Go my scarab.

[tinytalkingtina]

Born to Run

Part 1 of Running with the Devil, a Steddie role reversal series

4k words | Rating: E

Tags/CW: Role reversal no upside down AU with some canon divergence, Jock/Track Star!Eddie, Metalhead/drug dealer!Steve, appalachian Eddie, confident bisexual Steve, Eddie has a sexuality crisis but is in denial, Eddie's sleeping mind decides to take matters into its own hands, wet dream (contains spanking and public humiliation), running of both the literal and metaphorical kind, child abuse referenced indirectly (physical beatings that happened in the past)

Read now on Ao3, and be sure to read @little-annie's Part 2 from Steve's POV, "Metal Health will Drive you Mad"

The sex dream within this fic is brought to you by the Week 4 prompt "slap" of the @steddiesmuttyseptember event

Eddie was always a runner. If you asked Wayne, he apparently skipped straight from crawling to toddling around as fast as his chubby legs could carry him. When he got older, it was a release valve, for everything and anything shitty in his life.

He didn’t have to think about his mom pulling a disappearing act, or his dad getting himself arrested (again). The world would narrow until the only sounds he could hear were the rushing in his ears and the smack of his sneakers on pavement.

Running had brought him to where he was now, as he clawed his way up the proverbial high school ranks. Anyone at this party would look at him and only see the triumphant senior captain of the track team, fresh off a successful meet. Every keg stand, every heroic retelling of a close race, every sloppy makeout session with a cheerleader, kept the attention on the Eddie of the present. 

No one needed to remember the wide-eyed weirdo with patched baggy clothes, nearly ten when his classmates would only turn nine that year.

All around him, the crowd ebbed and flowed between the alcohol and the bonfire, the flickering flames and shadows making it hard to tell who was who. Someone stumbled into Eddie, breaking him out of his brooding.

“Whoops, sorry Eddie! Guess I’ll have to make it up to you later.” Before he could say anything, the giggling cheerleader pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. (He knew he went on a date with her about a month ago, but her name eluded him. Tina, maybe, or Vicki?)

He forced a grin back. “Of course you didn’t mean it sugar. Gonna hold you to that ‘kay?”

The girl possibly named Tina swooned at the tiny bit of accent he'd carefully slipped in. Just a touch could be charming to the fine folks of the Midwest, even if what he ended up using was way less Appalachian hick and more refined Southern gentleman than his momma's family had ever spoken in their lives.

As soon as her back was turned, he let the smile slide off. His post-meet high wore off too quickly tonight, and it left him well, twitchy.

An arm slung itself over his shoulder. "Ed my man, this party is wild! Your best work yet dude." Tommy grinned at him, already drunk. Neither of them commented on how close Tommy was pressing himself into Eddie. Or how Eddie wasn't quite moving away. But then again, the two of them had perfected the art of leaving things unsaid after what happened sophomore year, how close they had come to—no.

"Heh, yeah. Hey, where's Carol? She's gonna be pissed you abandoned her."

"Please, Carol's fine. She's busy talking with Lisa Carmichael. Speaking of which, she's really into you. Come on, get your dick wet, you deserve it after that 800 meter. We're fucking going to states!" His last sentence was said much louder, and a chorus of cheers and whoops predictably echoed back from celebratory partygoers. The twitchiness grew.

"I dunno man, not really feeling it tonight." Eddie tried to subtly back up a little bit, but Tommy just swayed forward into his space again.

“Trust me, you won’t be feeling like that when you're balls deep in a nice tight—"

"Tommy will you just fucking stop? What's with your obsession with my dick huh?"

A look of fear and hurt flashed across Tommy's face for a second, before it was replaced with a scowl. Fuck that was the wrong thing to say and danced way too close to the thoughts about—nope, they were not gonna talk about that.

Eddie carefully pat Tommy on the shoulder instead of thinking. "Shit sorry, it's fine, you're just looking out for me, right? I appreciate it, just not uh, really in the partying mood for some reason." 

Tommy managed to recover his grin. "Oh, duh, why didn't you say so? That fucking freak Harrington finally showed up about thirty minutes ago. Sure he's got something that'll make you unwind a bit. Here, have one on me.”

Eddie wanted to snap that he didn’t need pity money. He got the kegs supplied just fine on his own, hadn’t he? But Tommy was still holding himself tensely several steps away. Tommy, who in sixth grade biked over every other day even after his parents had told him to stay away from the trailer park. Who “accidentally” always had a second pudding cup tucked in with his lunch for sharing. Whose summertime freckles were just starting to fade but Eddie knew still trailed down all the way to his—. 

Besides, maybe weed would take the edge off whatever ugly thing kept rearing its insistent head inside him tonight. Help him forget about the looming pressures of the future and the things he wasn’t going to think about, help him feel normal again.

“Thanks Tommy, I’ll try and relax.” Eddie grabbed the money and set off down the path towards Skull Rock, where Harrington always held court. The chill wind rustling through the trees was a welcome respite to his overheated skin.

The walk over to the next clearing was only a few minutes, but by the time Eddie came upon it, the thrum of bass and general teenage debauchery had faded into a low murmur.

Instead, Skull Rock reverberated with the sound of tapping and gentle humming. Eddie’s heart picked up a little.

Steve Harrington made him nervous. It wasn’t necessarily how loud the guy was. Eddie could understand the need to fill a room up. He could vaguely remember a quieter pre-pubescent Harrington before his dramatic transformation, dressed in tiny polos and khakis and halfheartedly kicking around a soccer ball. Now, his entire wardrobe consisted solely of black and red accented with flashy gold rings. The thick combat boots he wore constantly made him tower over everyone else, and the ever-growing collection of tattoos scattered on his body thoroughly scandalized each and every teacher. What they all meant was a perennial topic of discussion amongst the student body.

A voice echoed down from one of the boulders: “Oh hey, look who showed up, it’s Eddie Munson himself! Heard from your sidekick Hagan you’re the reason Hawkins is going to States.”

Steve was stretched out, lounging on the top of the rock, a pair of drumsticks held loosely in one hand.

“Yup, we are. First time in five years actually.” The state championships. There would be college recruiters there, and with them the promise of scholarships that’d get him out of this town. Somewhere far away from the looming threat of the plant bending his back prematurely like it had Wayne’s. Somewhere no one had heard the name of Al Munson.

“Well then.” Steve practically purred as he smoothly jumped down to the ground. He gave his drumsticks a twirl before stashing them in his pocket. “You sure got ‘em, didn’t you Tiger.”

Yeah, there it was. Seemed like sometimes, Harrington could see right through him, like he knew about how his thoughts occasionally strayed to—nope.

Eddie crossed his arms and tried to keep his face neutral. “Uh-huh.”

“Don’t you know it’s polite to thank someone when they compliment you?” Steve’s eyes sparkled with amusement. The fucker was toying with him. Worse, he was enjoying it.

Summoning every ounce of cockiness he possessed, Eddie stood up straight. Sure, this close Harrington had several inches on him, but it didn’t matter. Only one of them could throw the party of the year, and it sure as hell wasn’t going to be the unpopular weirdo in front of him.

“Shouldn’t you be the one thanking me? I let you sell your shit at my party.”

“Got a mouth on you, don’t you.” Steve smirked. “Tell me Munson, what’s stopping me from taking my goodies to, say, the basketball team’s next rager and skipping out on your little get together entirely? Don’t have to dirty my shoes at their parties. They choose to host at a house.”

Eddie gritted his teeth. “Hey fuck you man, not all of us have—”

“Didn’t say I minded,” Steve plowed on, interrupting him. “Maybe I like the fresh air and the…view. Just like to enjoy them peacefully.” He stood there with his arms crossed, one eyebrow raised in expectation.

Eddie could feel his face flushing but he held his ground. “Never stopped you from helping yourself to our beer.”

“Free shitty beer, just what I look forward to.” Steve said, rolling his eyes. “I gotta say, wasn’t really expecting you to come here. Don’t you usually send someone else to get your fix?”

Eddie shrugged. “Needed a change. And we both know you overcharge Tommy.”

“You’re not wrong about that.” Steve barked out a laugh. “But he deserves the asshole tax. Just weed for you tonight? There’s all kinds of ways to unwind if your usual methods are leaving you…unsatisfied there Munson.”

Vividly, Eddie was reminded of the graffiti scribbled on the walls above the urinals near the gym: Score a touchdown, then score with SH. More often than not, Steve could be found spectating the games, quietly dealing underneath the bleachers. On occasion, one girl or another could be seen emerging from underneath and brushing dirt off her skirt. But there was that other rumor, one that no guy would ever admit to having personal experience with. That if you won, Harrington would give anyone weed for free if they got on their knees for him and—woah there. What was wrong with him tonight?

“Th-think the weed is jus’ fine, ain’t lookin’ for much else.” he stammered out. Shit, why did his accent have to slip now of all times? “I mean, weed is all I need. Those fucking pricks from Greencastle got under my skin.” Assholes thought they were so big, mocking his out of style sneakers. Those shoes hadn't stopped him from shaving half a second off the regional record, but he couldn't help but still feel the barbs from their insults lodged under his skin, festering.

Steve cocked his head as he stared at Eddie with an unreadable expression on his face. Finally he broke into a disarming smile. Eddie couldn’t remember ever seeing Steve sincerely express happiness, at least not from this distance. He would have remembered how prett—how his eyes lit up.

“I’m in a band you know. Pierced Scepter. We play down at this shitty dive bar and yeah, usually it’s a crowd of four drunks and the bartender, but it doesn’t matter. Being on any stage is…fuck it’s awesome. But sometimes it’s a little too much to just pack it all up right after. So I come out here to scream my head off, get it all out. Better off terrorizing the birds than picking fights when my parents are around.” Steve unconsciously rubbed his palm as he laughed humorlessly. “Saves on the screaming matches at home and the. Well.”

“Didn’t realize rich folks got their own hands dirty like that.” Carol’s parents had left the task of punishment to her nanny, preferring to swoop in with carrots after the stick had been administered.

Steve raised an eyebrow. “Pretty sure my dad would say something about how ‘real men are responsible for disciplining their kids so they don’t get soft.’ Though what he considers ‘soft’ changes a lot based on his mood. And whether he’s wearing a belt or suspenders that day.”

“G-d, who knew our dads have something in common then?” Eddie snorted. “Never could keep my old man happy, was always doing something wrong. He took the belt to me so often in third grade I barely could sit down the whole year.” His first time in third grade anyway, the one before he was whisked away to the safe haven of Wayne’s trailer.

“And…I have absolutely no idea why I told you that.” He barely talked about his dad to Tommy and Carol for crying out loud. On visitor’s days he always made up some lie about why he and Wayne were driving close to the state penitentiary.

Steve let out a weird little braying bark of a laugh and shuffled his feet. “Right, you didn’t come here to cry over our daddy issues. Gimme a sec to get your stuff.” Steve reached behind to grab the lunchbox he carried his goods around in. As he did, his jacket slid open enough to show the exposed line of his clavicle above the low-cut collar of his tee. Eddie swallowed hard. Against his will, his eyes dipped lower, noticing a design over the top of his pec in black ink. Oh, a new tattoo.

Eddie squinted trying to make out what it was. “It’s been a while since you gave O’Donnell a reason to lecture us on the ‘decaying morality of the modern day.’ Is that a two headed monkey?”

Delight flickered over Steve’s face. “This? Yeah, it’s new. Supposed to be Demogorgon, the ‘Prince of Demons.’” At Eddie’s blank look he chuckled. “He’s a monster from Dungeons and Dragons, you know, the fantasy game we play in Hellfire Club. It was the final battle of a months long campaign and our characters were trying to escape Demogorgon’s lair. Most of the party was close to death, but at a chokepoint, my character took a last stand and gave the others enough time to escape. Everyone else got out, even if the bastard got me in the end. So, I got this as a tribute to my character's sacrifice.”

Eddie spoke without thinking. “Oh, that’s kind of similar to what Gandalf did: facing off against the Balrog to save the rest of the Fellowship.”

Forget fleeting glimpses of real smiles. The look of surprise Steve gave him was almost comically out of place on his face. “You’ve read Lord of the Rings?”

“While ago, yeah. The Hobbit too.” Back when he first moved in with Wayne, the man had found an absolutely beautiful illustrated set at a rummage sale. Eddie smiled to himself, remembering how excited he’d been to get his first real present ever. “Spent a whole summer running around during the day, then staying up way too late reading all night. My uncle had to confiscate my flashlight eventually.”

A snort from Steve jolted Eddie out of his memories as he realized who he was talking to. “Don’t tell anyone that Harrington, or else,” he ordered as he flushed for the second time that evening, “The rest of your dorky club of nerds better not start bothering me in the hallway just because I’ve read Tolkien. Not going to step in to save them if they forget their place.”

Steve’s expression shuttered as he stood upright. “Right, wouldn’t want to ruin your reputation with the rest of your jock buddies.” Eddie was taken aback by the bitterness in Steve’s voice. “They might explode if you admit to having interests beyond banging chicks, sports magazines, and beer. Your secret’s safe with me. After all, who’s going to believe the Freakshow? Here.” He shoved a baggie in Eddie’s face. “That should be enough for about a week. Now get lost before I double the price.”

Eddie opened his mouth to apologize. But the artificial sneer on Steve’s face made him lose his nerve. He just held out his money as he snatched away the weed. “Thanks, uh, have a good night Harrington. Help yourself to something from the kegs.” He almost made it to the edge of the trees before Steve’s voice called out to him: “Hey, Munson!” 

He froze and turned. Steve had clambered back onto Skull Rock, moonlight and shadows making him look otherworldly and malevolent, towering over the clearing. “Keep that attitude of yours in check next time, or else I might take my services somewhere else. But, if you need more help…unwinding, well. You know where to find me.” That knowing smirk was firmly fixed back in place on his face. 

Eddie couldn’t help it. He finally gave into his impulses and ran.

He didn’t think about those plush lips drawn back into a genuine smile as he quickly navigated back to the party. He didn’t think about those amused eyes seeing right through him as he knocked back a few cups of beer and danced a little with anyone and no one. And he certainly wasn’t thinking about that tattoo surrounded by chest hair as he staggered home to an empty trailer and collapsed into his bed.

“You look so good there, kneeling for me Eddie.” Steve looms over him, those ringed hands on his hips. Eddie realizes he’s naked in the clearing and flushes with embarrassment. When did he take off his clothes?

Any thoughts on how he ended up here are derailed when the wind caresses his body. Oh. Tendrils of air race over his exposed chest and glide over his heavy balls and dripping cock. 

“And look how much you’re enjoying it too.” He’s never been this turned on in his life, and it’s all because of Steve. All for Steve. He’s powerless to prevent a moan from falling out of his mouth. 

“You act so big at school, like you’re the top of the food chain yeah? A real king of the jungle. But you and me, we know better. You’re not a scary tiger at all are you. No, you’re just a cute little kitten.”

Eddie can’t help but whine as he spreads himself wider in invitation.

“Yeah, thought you’d like that.” Steve crooks a finger and gestures for Eddie to follow him. “Come on kitten.” Eddie begins to get up, his legs tingling with pins and needles.

“Mhm, no. I like you better down there. In fact, I think you should crawl.”

He shudders but obeys the sound of that voice, would do anything for it. He stays on all fours as the path unwinds before them, until they come to a door. Eddie moves as fast as he can to follow Steve through, tumbling into the void within. He flails, plummeting until a familiar wax-polished wood rushes up to meet his palms. Eddie doesn’t dare get up from his hands and knees as he lifts his head but-

The gym is filled to the brim. 

Their classmates sit silently, blank looks on their faces as they stare. They’re waiting for something to happen. White hot shame courses through his veins as he desperately tries to cover up.

The voice cuts smoothly through the haze of his embarrassment: “Look at them kitten, they’re all waiting for a show. Let’s give one to them.”

Steve nudges him onto his back. He grabs his wrists and pulls them away from his body, exposing Eddie to the crowd. No! His face is on fire as he tries to fight it, but he can’t seem to break free, his strength sapped away. Steve tightens his hold on his wrists.

“Settle down Eddie, let them see you. You love this.”

He knows Steve is right. He can’t hide how hard his aching cock is, slapping against his belly as he squirms. But he can’t help it, they’ll all know. Faint whispers drift down from the stands as the crowd watches him struggle.

“Please, don’t make me do this,” he begs, but the words get caught in his choked up throat.

“I think you’ve forgotten your place. Maybe you need a reminder that you can’t hide, not from me.”

Steve hauls him up and easily slings him over a shoulder. Eddie lays there limply, frozen and whimpering. He’s unceremoniously dumped on top of a teacher’s desk right at the center line.  Hands come up to squeeze at his nipples, hard. Just the way he does when he’s alone. His cock twitches and drools even more from the groping. 

Eddie blinks, and suddenly the bleachers are that much closer.

“Be happy kitten, all the attention is on you! Isn’t this what you’ve always wanted?” Oh G-d. Every eye is fixed on him, the buzzing of interest growing louder.

“No, I don’t want this, I don’t want you!” He shouts as loud as he can but the words come out muted and garbled.

Steve barks out a cruel laugh. “God, you’re pathetic. But then you’ve always been so good at lying to yourself haven’t you? You were the one who kissed Tommy, not the other way around. But when he went in for more, you pushed him off and ran away.”

Through the blur of tears, he can just make out Tommy’s face in the crowd, wearing the same accusatory and hurt look he had two years ago.

Steve leans down to nibble at his ear. “And,” he whispers, his voice silky smooth. “Let’s not forget how in the back of your head you imagine me shoving you against a locker and making you take it. Or sometimes, I threaten you with my knife a little out in the woods, yeah?”

Without warning, Eddie is manhandled over Steve’s lap. “Good news, guess today’s your lucky day kitten. I’m going to make you take it until you admit to everyone what you really want.”

SMACK!

The first slap to his ass sounds loudly, echoing around the gym. Eddie nearly swallows his tongue trying to keep quiet. The spectators in the stands let out a gasp for him.

But Steve doesn’t stop there. He keeps going, until Eddie feels like his ass is on fire.

He finds himself pleading for Steve to have mercy, slipping back into the accent he tries so hard to keep a lid on normally.

“Ha, there he is, finally. You can dress yourself up in a varsity jacket all you want, but we all know what you really are. Just a piece of trailer trash. You can’t run from this you dumb hick. Tell me what I want to hear.”

Eddie shakes his head. He can’t. “Fine, then take your punishment.”

Smack after smack rains down on his ass. The pain builds and builds, and the crowd gets louder and louder. But underneath the humiliation, he remains hard and grows even more desperate. Every slap sends him thrusting, his cock trapped between Steve’s muscular thighs. It doesn’t go unnoticed.

“Ha! And you jocks call me the freak. You’re the one humping my leg and yowling like you’re in heat. Pain turn you on kitten?”

That’s all it takes to push him over the edge. 

He cums to the sound of cheers.

Eddie woke with a jolt and a gasp, his whole body pulsing in the aftermath of the most intense orgasm he’d ever experienced. 

Trembling, he curled up into a ball and let the tears fall. This was nothing, just a passing thought his brain had gotten attached to. All he had to do was survive the year, and then he could be finally free of Hawkins, and the living ghosts that haunted him.

If only that had been the last time he dreamed of Steve Harrington.

Two weeks later, Eddie woke with a fuzzy head and even fuzzier memories of the night before, vaguely remembering a ringed hand stroking his hair. On his nightstand was a glass of water, some Tylenol, and a note from SH telling him to take it easy. 

After that his dreams changed. Sometimes he wasn’t humiliated at all, and those tattooed arms kept him safe and cared for. It felt worse almost, to have his subconscious offer up such happiness, only to snatch it away when he woke to an empty bed. He didn’t dare spend the night in the arms of a girl at her house, worried he’d reveal himself for the freak he was.

A full month of torment and countless hours of lost slumber later, Eddie finally had had enough. He grabbed his keys and tore off in the direction of Steve's house, praying that Carol wouldn't see his van in her neighbor's driveway at this time of night.

As he rang the doorbell, he didn’t know what to expect. But it certainly wasn’t the sight of a sleep rumpled Steve answering the door in nothing but a pair of sweatpants. Somehow, seeing his bare hands felt more intimate than the lack of shirt did.

“Munson? Gave me a heart attack, thought my parents were back a day early. What are you—”

“Hey,” Eddie interrupted, wide-eyed and feeling slightly crazed. “Can we talk?”

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It's finally here! This began life as a brain worm that Annie and I have turned into a whole fully expanded universe. We can't wait to write more with these two :D

Tagging a few folks who showed interest in the original Wiggly Wednesday post (but please feel free to ignore): @eyesofshinigami @augustjustice @griefabyss69 @hairstevington

@dreamy-jeans137 @eriquin @hbyrde36 @hotluncheddie

Thank you to steddiecameraroll-graphics for the runner divider!

[bloodismymedium]

tina headcanons :pray:

ohhh alright… you twisted my arm. 😉

🌸 Tina loves flowers and has a passion for gardening, she would grow her own vegetables too and she used to make flower crowns for Flora all the time.

🌸 Tina is a deer and bird girl but is an animal lover in general. She used to dream about living in a cottage in the woods where she could feed the deer and watch the birds and squirrels on her porch all day.

🌸 *slams fists on table* Tina is CHUBBY, she has a poofy BELLY with pretty stretch marks and THICK fucking thighs and I will not hear anything to the contrary. Tina used to be really insecure about her body too but Jack helped her out of it a little bit.

🌸 Tina loves baking and had aspirations of opening her own bakery, she was studying entrepreneurship and the culinary arts at college before “meeting” Mona. She used to bake things for Jack all the time.

🌸 Tina is a sweater girl, she loves wearing sweaters, especially the yarn and wool kind because she likes dressing up conservatively but also she likes being warm. Tina hates the cold and tries to be as cozy as possible.

🌸 Tina is a compassionate bleeding heart who always thought of other people, she’d donate to tons of different charities every day, volunteer at soup kitchens and animal shelters, you name it. Her first job was as an operator at a suicide hotline.

🌸 Tina was very religious but very accepting of other people regardless of their background or sexual orientation and generally a nice person all around. Her faith in God was challenged when Jack and Flora were killed by Mona and Bill, and then finally destroyed after they came back for her and killed her mother in the process, she simply couldn’t find it in herself to believe in god after that…

🌸 Tina is bisexual and it took a long time for her to finally come to terms with her sexuality. Jack and Flora both knew but Tina was adamant in keeping her sexuality a secret from her mother since she was a very conservative, hyper religious type and Tina feared she wouldn’t accept her if she knew.

🌸 Tina is Jewish-Sicilian on her mother’s side and Mexican on her father’s side. She’s fluent in Spanish thanks to her dad speaking to her almost entirely in Spanish up until she was sixteen, when her mother and father divorced and he moved far away. She still talks to her father frequently though. Tina has her mother’s last name because she and Tina’s father kept her surname after they got married.

🌸 Tina was obsessed with photography and was big into Instagram (which Mona stalked). She would take pictures of everything from food to cool nature things all the time and she would always drop whatever she was doing if a photography opportunity presented itself.

🌸 Tina is an old soul, she’s in her early twenties and yet she acts like a total grandma who gives out bags of cookies she baked for friends and loves knitting and sewing, she definitely used to sew things for Jack and Flora all the time.

🌸 Tina is into bad boys to a rabid degree, she loves the idea of rehabilitating them with her love which is more or less what she did with Jack who was a childhood friend of her’s that became involved with a bad crowd and was a petty criminal but Tina helped him go straight and he even got a steady job thanks to her.

🌸 Tina legitimately thought Mona was a demon or some kind of supernatural entity when she first encountered her due to her unnatural appearance and mannerisms coupled by Tina’s religious background. All she could say is prayers after Mona murdered Jack and Flora in front of her and what Mona would say to her in response would stick with her for the rest of her life…

“If there is a God, it’s fucking me. Look into my eyes and know me, love me, but do not pray. I don’t answer prayers.”

[tvgremlin]

Sydcarmy family fluff future fic pls!!! I beg!!! I love your work btw 😭

Thank you so much, I really appreciate that <3! Family Fluff was the first genre of fic I ever read back in the fanfic.net days and is still an all-time favorite of mine so I LOVED this request! The fic is under the cut <3

Baby Bear

From her place in the highchair, their daughter screams for her parents. Cecilia Berzatto, with her unruly curls and wide brown eyes, demands attention. 

Her father is the one to give it to her. Carmy scoops her up, placing her on his hip as they move around The Bear’s kitchen. 

“You got her?” Sydney calls from the office. Across from her Sugar rolls her eyes, returning to the expense reports. 

“Yeah! We’re good!” He yells back, bouncing Cecilia on his hip. The girl squeals, grabbing at the straps of her father’s apron. 

“Isn’t it a little excessive to bring her in for prep?” Sugar asks, laughing at the look that crosses Syd’s face.

“She likes being here,” She tells her, “And we like having her.”

“Fair enough.” Sugar is still smiling. She had known since she heard the news of Cecilia’s impending arrival that it would be like this. Syd and Carmy side by side in the kitchen, their child slotting in effortlessly between them. 

Cecilia even has her own set of blues. A mini apron and white onesie that Syd dressed her in for Halloween that year. A photo of her and Carmy wearing the outfits as they grin at the camera sits on the expo station. 

“What is that?” Cecilia asks from her place in her father’s arms. Her chubby hands point to a dish he had been workshopping, Duck with a blood orange jus. 

“That is duck with an orange sauce,” He tells her. His hand is on her head smoothing out her mess of curls. They are the only piece of him he hopes she inherits. 

“Yucky.” She sticks her tongue out as she says it, making him laugh. She smiles, it is all her mother’s.

“Yeah, Bear. It’s yucky.”

He presses a kiss to his daughter’s head as she giggles. She finds her nickname endlessly amusing. 

In the dining room, Richie can hear his niece laughing. He has yet to greet her, not wanting to take her from her father’s arms. 

He knows better than anyone how precious those moments are. Who is he to rob his cousin of that time?

“Can I have a snack?” Cecilia asks, beginning to squirm.

Carmy glances up at the clock, realizing it’s nearly time for her dinner and The Bear’s family meal. 

“Yeah, in fact, it’s dinner time.” She smiles, “Do you want to go get Mommy and Aunt Sugar and tell them it’s time to eat?”

She nods, her little head bobbing up and down furiously. He places her on the ground, watching as she takes off running through the kitchen. 

“Mommy, Auntie Sugar!” She yells as she comes barreling toward her mother. Sydney manages to catch her, placing her daughter in her lap.

“What is it, Bear?” she asks. Carmy appears in the doorway ahead of them, his eyes fixed on his girls. The two most important things in his life. They are all that matters. 

“It’s dinner time,” she tells her, a chubby hand clutching her mother’s braids. She is all Carmy here, serious and loving.

“Is it?” Sydney looks up at Carmy, who nods, grinning at her, “Then we should let everyone know.”

“I know it’s dinner, Bear!” Sugar tells her niece, “What are we having?”

Cecilia looks at her mother, confused. Sydney leans down, whispering an answer in her daughter’s ear.

“Spaghetti!” She confidently parrots to her aunt, “With Uncle Mikey’s sauce.”

“Wonderful,” Sugar says, willing her voice not to break. 

Sydney takes her daughter from the office and into the kitchen, calling out to the staff that it’s time for family. 

The staff files into the dining room, taking their seats as Cecilia greets each of them with a wave and a kiss. 

They place Cecilia’s high chair at the head of the table, her parents on either side of her. She is the star of the show, holding court over the crew. Richie makes her laugh, Tina calls her beautiful, Sugar showers her with praise, and Marcus sneaks her extra helpings of dessert. 

She is their light at the end of the tunnel, the sweetness for which they all pin their hope. She is all things good and worthy, and she is loved beyond belief.

[littlebodybigintrovert]

My Alan Becker AU HC'S!! enjoy!

WARNING: some uncomfortable topics maybe?Enjoy!

keep in mind this is MY AU if you wanna fight about it gtfu :]

TSC\The Second Coming/Orange

•29

•she\him\they

•bisexual

Extras: they love to draw! They also like to eat stuff like ramen, doughnuts and cheese. They are a bit chubby, but cute!they are a trustworthy and honest person! Never rude!

Appearance: a regular shirt with some jeans! Keeps their long hair in a bun.

Red

•23

•she\it

•bisexual

Extras: they are very extroverted and love every type of food! They will act like a child sometimes! They have a pet bird named banana (F), a dog named kitkat (F) and a pig named ruben! (I think Ruben is a male ngl) she is extremely nice and like hugs! But she sometimes gets mad, she's strong.

Appearance: a over sized shirt with some boot-cut jeans! Keeps their hair out.

Yellow

•25

•They\them

•straight

Extras: big nerd, pretty strict but kind! Has a dog named Whitney (F)!they are like a parent, they LOVE video games and testing stuff.

Appearance: a bit tall, dark red tank top and short jeans! Keeps their hair in a ponytail

Blue

•27

•she\???

• lesbian

extras: they are calm and nice! They have a nethrwart addiction obviously, they have a dog named tina (F). She can sometimes be a bit sus, but their pretty

Appearance: a over sized Shirt with netherwarts all over it and shorts. Wears their hair out but ties the end of it.

Green

•24

•He\they

•gay

Extras: they love music! They have a dog named soprano (M). They LOVE to eat junk

Appearance: green sweater with skinny jeans. keeps hair in a ponytail.

Purple!

•22

•she\her

•aromantic

Extras: she is extremely shy, and introverted. but they are extremely kind and she is also a tomboy! They are very skinny, but they actually eat ALOT. She has trauma from being abused and beaten. She has a German Shepard named coffee (F), And a frog named wart (M).

Appearance: a black tank top or shirt with some dark green cargo pants. Keeps hair out.

(btw purple has her own house!)

mango tango\mr.Orange

•39

•he\they

•Bisexual

Extras: He's pretty grouchy and doesn't really talk much but he can be nice sometimes! He also has back problems. Him and purple haven't talked in a while...

Appearance: White shirt with jeans. Keeps hair out

TCO\ The Chosen One

•29

•he\they

•straight

•MY HUSBAND😍😍😍😘😘😝😝😝😝😝🙄🙄🙄

Extras: none really, there pretty kind!

Appearance: white shirt with a pair of short pants. Keeps hair out.

TDL\ The Dark Lord

•26

•she\they

• doesn't know yet lol

Extras: THEY ARE SO RUDE LMAO, they are best friends with purple, but they have anger issues, she makes fun of the color gang ,(RYGOB), she also has a pet owl named tree (M).

victim+ mercs

none

that's all! Ignore how lazy this is lol!

[thebearer]

Please more Richie and Teddy being mortal enemies!!! I think Tina and Marcus would laugh cause why is he fighting with a baby 😂

it starts when she literally won't smile for him. will give a gummy grin for everyone else, a tiny baby gurgle of a laugh, but when he comes around? nothing. not even a cry. it's just a straight faced stare like she's bored lmao.

richie's like "teddy are you bein' serious? cousin, what's wrong with her?"

everyone jumps on him for that. carmen's warning of "better fuckin' watch it, richie." and teddy is cackling. chubby cheeks just laughing and richie is like??? fr???

he tries so hard and she just gives him the same bored look, doing like a once over and richie is furious now bc wtf???

"can you just fuckin' smile at me you little shit?"

and teddy just looks at carmen or you so bored. richie gets halfway excited when her mouth moves once, thinking he's finally getting some reaction. instead, she just yawned. thus, the beef (no pun intended but it works lol) was born... again lol.

[butchsophiewalten]

There was another space last night. Only found out about it this morning and apparently they mentioned a dog animatronic named Ringo. Could you do a recap on it?

OK twitter space recap again. Just for clarity, a lot of these answers are effectively verbatim, but have been chopped down for clarity and to remove some less relevant information.

-Someone asks what the hardest part of making an episode is and Martin goes 'Fucking, coming up with what's gonna happen in it.' And talks about how like, if TWF4 took three years to make, half the time was just preproduction and him figuring out what the hell was going to happen. He talks about how TWF4 was originally going to be a return to form for the series, and then one day he woke up and thought about it and was like "this is fucking shit." and that's when he decided to make it more cinematic.

-Someone asks if TWF4 will have Spanish subtitles, and Martin says no, because writing the English ones was a pain and he doesn't want to go through that again.

-Somebody asks who Martin would cast for Brian if The Walten Files was a live action series, and Kyle extends the question to 'Who would you cast for Everyone?'. They spend the next while just spitballing answers, which I've condensed here:

Kyle thinks it'd be fun to cast Jack as "Weird" Al Yankovic, and Martin thinks that's funny. He doesn't know who he would cast for Jack. Martin says Brian would be "The guy from Whiplash", who is Miles Teller.

Martin says Derek Collins would be Michael Mckean, but Kyle picks Clancy Brown.

Kyle says Charles should be Adam Driver.

Martin says Felix would be Michael Douglas as he is in Falling Down, and says that he's always thinking of him whenever he goes to draw Felix.

Martin says Sophie would be Ally Sheedy as she is in The Breakfast Club, and how Allison Reynolds (Ally Sheedy's character in The Breakfast Club) was in part inspiration for Sophie's character. Secondary pick Martin gives is Mia Goth, but says they aren't the same in the face or the mannerisms, just that Mia Goth would make a good portrayal of the character because she's such a good actress.

Martin picks Shelley Duvall for Rosemary, saying again that they don't really look alike, but that she'd do a great job portraying the character. Kyle says a young Jane Kaczmarek would make a good Rosemary, too, and Martin mentions that he could also see a very young Carol Burnett, "...because she has a very smile-shaped smile."

Martin says that they aren't at all the same physically, but that Tina Parker would make a great Susan. Inspired heavily by her role in Better Call Saul.

-Martin hems and haws for a bit about who a good Jenny would be, saying that it's difficult, because she has such a particular face. On the topic, Kyle brings up how fans so often portray Jenny as "chubby", and how that's really impacted how he thinks of Jenny as a character, where he imagines the fanon version of her before even the canon one.

Martin agrees like, "This kinda influenced the way I draw her. I've been drawing concept art for Jenny recently and I noticed I've started drawing her a little chubbier. Not to the extent of the fanon, but the way I look at the character has changed a lot because of the way the fandom draws her... But I could definitely see Jenny as a chubby character, she just has that vibe." (<-Mostly paraphrased)

-Martin and Kyle say they both keep running into a funny problem where they google Charles using his full name, and wonder why all of the results just call him 'Charles Walten Files', forgetting that his full name is not public information yet.

-Martin says that if there was anything he would change about The Walten Files, he'd make Bon less adjacent to Bonnie from Five Nights at Freddy's. He says he wishes he'd made Bon a dog named Ringo, and that the name "Ringo" has a specific lore reason behind it (Unrelated to. The Beatles.)

-Martin talks about how when he first named Bon's Burgers, he thought he was being really clever, because in French "Bon" means "Good", so it was like calling it "Good Burgers".

-Someone asks what Martin would rename Bon's Burgers to if Bon's name had been different, and he says he'd call it "Wonderland".

-Martin gives a story about him actually seriously injuring himself opening a can of Palmitos, slicing his palm open and needing to get stitches, but how the main thing he was worried about was it keeping him from releasing TWF4 on time, and how he was really scared of the fan reaction of like, 'he always fucking does this, he always delays the episode', before he talked to some friends and calmed down about it. This all happened like less than a week ago. He tells everyone not to worry to much about it, that he's still in some pain, but he's fine.

-Someone asks about the "Bontest", the contest where people could submit their original characters to appear briefly in TWF4, and Martin says that he plans to work on it last, as a reward for himself.

-Someone asks if a Welcome to Bon's Burgers remake could ever happen, Martin answers: "No. I would have wanted to, but I'm really trying to stay, like, legally distinct from Five Nights at Freddys. So no more Welcome to Bon's Burgers, ever."

-Martin asks Kyle, "Is Charles mean? or nice?" and Kyle says he thinks Charles has like. Fun Uncle energy. That he's the sort of person you'd maybe think was mean, but that he's ultimately pretty silly and laid-back. He calls him the type of person to doodle in the margins of his work.

-Someone asks if Boozoo is a magician or a ringmaster, and Martin says that he is both. When he's not on stage, he falls into the ringmaster persona, but when he's performing he's doing magic tricks and the like. He switches between both.

-"Boozoo has a mechanism where he can take off his hat, and there's a very tiny plush rabbit in his hat"

-"Will we ever get to know how Jenny and Sophie met and/or became a couple?" "Yes. We will see it in the series, I have the whole thing planned out. Yippie!"

-Martin talks about how when making WTBB, he went through a phase where he really hated Banny, and took her out of the game. Then he was like, fuck, I need a new girl character, and that's why he created Sha.

-"Who has been your favorite character to develop personality-wise and role-wise?" "Felix Kranken. I fucking love but I fucking hate Felix kranken... I feel like the viewer keeps indirectly giving Felix chances, like, to make things right. And you will see how he uses those chances."

-Someone asks for a Felix Fact, and Kyle jokes that he smells bad. Martin says he disagrees, and that he thinks Felix smells like car air freshener.

-Actual Felix Fact: He loves Louis Wain's paintings, and has many in his office. Martin says he really connects with the story around them, and that he also feels a deep connection to cats.

-"How many takes did the phone call in BunnyFarm take to get right? Was the wavering in Jack's voice before he got angry intentional?" "It took three takes and yeah, yes it was. I did one take that was like, screaming angry, and another one was very whispery, and then i got the version that was used." They talk for a bit and then Martin goes "I think Jack here like, works best when he's not like, exaggerated, but you can tell that he's on the verge of just-- punching you fucking skull, but he doesn't like, explode. And it's this tension of like, when will we see this character like, genuinely lose his mind, yknow?"

-Someone asks if Bon could ever learn to like or be nice to Banny, and Martin says that if the showstoppers had any kind of linear story then he would probably grow to be nicer to her eventually, but because they're in like an episodic thing where everything resets, he's just gonna hate her forever

-Linda Lore: This isn't necessarily canon, but Martin kinda imagines that she'd move out of hurricane after only a couple of weeks because it's such a ghost town, so she moves to Nashville end ends up starting a family there and having two children.

-My question! I asked Kyle and Martin what musicians/bands they listen to. Kyle lists Gorillaz, Tally Hall, and Tenacious D. Martin lists MF Doom, Tyler, the Creator, and Canserbero.

-Martin mentions an incident with Bon's Burgers where a guy showed up and stood on a table demanding to eat pizza, and stayed there for 20 hours demanding to eat pizza.

-Martin imagines a funny scenario where Charles' car breaks down on the way to work and Jack gives him a ride. Charles asks to listen to some music, and Jack starts playing "obscure 30s music", and Charles is like, "what the fuck?", while Jack is bobbing his head like he's listening to heavy metal.

-Someone asks if there's any Autistic characters in The Walten Files, and Kyle brings up his personal headcanon that both Sophie and Jenny have autism, but that Jenny has it comorbid with ADHD. Martin mentions that it's actually canon that Charles has ADHD, and how it was one of the first things he decided on for his character.

-Kyle specifically asks if there's any Walten Files characters Martin can imagine being Autistic, and Martin gives a long answer I've written out as follows:

"Okay, so, this is really complicated, but the episode 5 draft is finished, and I sent it to Eva, and- this episode has a bigger focus on Sophie, episode 5, and I think a lot of things- Eva- I talked a lot about it with Eva, and she mentioned how Sophie, was like, had many many traits that imply that she is autistic.

And, while I said yes, that the intention was to like, sorta allude to it? I would never confirm it because I wouldn't be able to represent it properly. I would never be able to fully represent it, because it's not an experience I've gone through. But there's a lot of like, unintentional double meaning with Autism, with like, what's going on in her head and how like, she behaves, in a way?

But I feel like, from what Eva told me, from her experience as an Autistic person, she told me it was a really good representation, for like, the character. Even if it wasn't intentional, because she's never represented as like, mentally unstable, or not fit to, like-not competent... But you can still see some of her personal struggles in her behavior."

-They talk for a while about how Kyle likes to think that Boozoo is gay, but he's not especially a fan of the relatively popular ship between him and Bon. Martin says that a better Boozoo ship idea could maybe be Pete the Hippo, provided that the recasted his VA.

-On the same topic, Martin agrees that Boozoo and Bon would be a bad ship idea, because he doesn't like the idea of Bon being with anybody who he treats poorly, and how this is the reason why he really tries to be nice to Sha, even if he isn't especially good at it. Martin mentions that the thing that really makes Bon like Sha is that she's the one person who can really tell him off, and for a while he was a little scared of her.

-Martin talks about a funny showstoppers story he's thought of, where Banny gets a crush on a girl from school and Boozoo and Sha help her work up the courage to ask her out, but the girl is just so unapologetically mean to Banny and totally breaks her heart, and so all the showstoppers come to defend Banny, and they go and beat up this teenager on her behalf.

-Someone asks for a "Susan Fun Fact" but typos it as "Susan Gun Fact". Martin says that Susan would think that the American attitude towards guns and gun control is one of the things most wrong with the United States. Kyle says it'd be funny if she was the type to believe that, but then own a gun anyway.

-Martin says that he really loves Susan's voice, and thinks it's so perfect for her character.

[meaniezuchinni]

Tina doodles

[schwanemannsland]

I've been seeing people throw around the idea of Tina being chubby so, I threw my hat into the ring.

[thenasoneshots]

Sirius Oneshot - It's the Inside that Counts

Requested?: No

Prompt: None

Type of oneshot: Fluff?

Timing: Marauders’ Era (7th Year)

Reader's Relations: Newt’s granddaughter (don’t ask how this works, I just wanted it to be a thing in this oneshot, because he’s best boy and it kind of works)

Reader’s House: Gryffindor

Warnings: Bullying

Other notes: The reader is slightly chubby in this. Also in this, your parents died when you were young, so you live with Newt and Tina.

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“Really? You honestly thought I’d want to date you when you look like that?” I tried to hold back the tears as my, now, ex-boyfriend kicked me to the curb metaphorically, continuing to say hurtful words, another girl hanging onto his arm, “You’re dumber than I thought. I was just using you because of your family.” And with that, he walked off, the girl following next to him, laughing. I sighed and stood up trying not to let the tears fall as I made my way back up to the common room. When I got up to my dorm, I sat down on my bed and sighed, taking my robe off so I was more comfortable, and laid down on my stomach, finally letting the tears fall.

That was when I started to hear small squeaks and I felt a small weight on my head. I let out a small giggle and lifted my hand, allowing the bowtruckle to step on before I brought my hand to my face, “Hello there. Did you stow away in my robes?” The small green creature looked down refusing to make eye contact and I giggled, “At least you’ve been found, Pickett.” I sighed, placed him down on my pillow and wiped my eyes, trying to stop the tears from flowing as I reached into my bag and pulled out a piece of parchment and a quill. I immediately started writing to my grandfather to let him know that Pickett was safe and hadn’t been stolen/harmed. Once I was done, I folded it up and let Pickett up on my shoulder before leaving the dorm, and heading up to the owlery.

“(Y/n)? Where are you going?”

“Owlery,” I replied in a monotone voice, refusing to look at Jen as I knew how observant she was and that she’d be able to tell I’d been crying from my face if she hadn’t by my tone of voice, “You’ve been crying. You can tell me what’s up, you know that, right?” I nodded, “Thank you, but it doesn’t matter. Now can I continue up to the owlery please?” She narrowed her eyes and let me go causing me to sigh in relief. I really didn’t want her to find out that William had broken up with me as I knew she’d tell the Marauders because of how protective they were of me. They didn’t need to be, it wasn’t like I was related to any of them, they just decided they were going to protect me for some reason. Once I’d sent the letter off to my grandparents, I walked outside and sat down by a tree by the Black Lake as it was just after dinner and curfew wasn’t for a few more hours and the outside air helped me to think better.

—------------------SIRIUS’ POV

“It was hilarious! You should have been there Prongs, his face was priceless.”

“Mate, shh. Is that.. Look it is! Where’s (Y/n) though?”

I looked up from my food to see William walking into the Great Hall, a random Slytherin hanging onto his arm looking as sneaky as ever.

“I swear to Godric if that git broke up with her, I’ll have is head.”

“Pads, calm down we know you like her.”

“Oh shut it, Prongs, you’d be the same if someone had done the same to your precious Lily” I retorted. Before James could reply, I felt a presence next to me and I looked up to see Bella.

“Have you seen (Y/n)?” I asked, curious as to where she was as she and Bella were normally inseparable, but Bella just shook her head, “Sorry, Sirius. I haven’t seen her since Transfiguration ended, but if I see her this evening, I’ll let her know you’re looking for her.”

“Thank you.”

“Wait a minute, I have an idea.”

“Huh? What do you mean, Moony?”

“Just, give me a minute.”

Without another word, he spun around in his seat to face the Hufflepuff table, directly where Jen was sitting, “Jen, have you seen (Y/n)?”

“Hm? Oh yeah, I saw her going up to the owlery before dinner. She looked like she’d been crying but refused to tell me why. If she’s not in her dorm or the common room, then I don’t know. Wait a minute, why didn’t you guys just use that map of yours? Don’t worry I won’t tell anyone about it.”

Moony thanked her and turned around as we all banged our heads on the table, “Why didn’t we think of the map? When we get back up we’re checking that map and finding where she is.”

------------------------YOUR POV

“Alright Pickett, you can sit on my head,” I muttered as the bowtruckle refused to go back in my pocket, “But you’ve got to hide when I go back inside, “Okay?”

Pickett just stuck his tongue out at me and blew a raspberry, “I thought you were taught not to do that. If you’re discovered, then it’ll mean bad news for me. Please, work with me-”

“(Y/n)?”

At the sound of my name, I quickly took Pickett off my head, hiding him behind my back and turned to the person, “Oh, Sirius, hey, what are you doing out here?”

“I wanted to talk, have you been crying?” he asked, reaching out and taking my hand in his, which I didn’t reject, surprising him as every other time he’d tried to make physical contact with me, I’d pushed him away. I sighed and nodded, releasing my grip on Pickett before placing him back on my head and wiping my eyes with my now free hand, “Y-yeah. Promise not to tell anyone else?” Sirius nodded and I took a deep breath, “William broke up with me. Told me he was just using me because of my family and that ‘no one would want to date someone who looked like me’. He then called me fat, along with a load of other hurtful stuff and then walked off,” I spoke, the tears coming back to my eyes again, this time I just let them fall, only stopping when I felt Sirius wiping them, “(Y/n), please don’t cry. I don’t like seeing you cry, it makes me cry when you’re upset and don’t believe anything that jerk says, you’re perfect the way you are.”

“He’s right though, Sirius. No one would want to date me, I am fat-” I was cut off when he placed a finger to my lips, “Do not say that about yourself in my presence. You are not fat, (Y/n). You are perfect, and I know one person who would want to date you.”

“W-who?” I asked, looking up at him. Instead of replying, he took my cheek in his hand and bent down to my level, kissing me, “Me.” I felt my face turn bright red and I blinked, bringing my hand up to my lips once he’d stepped back a little, “Y-you? You’d want to date me?”

“I-if you wanted to date me back, then yeah. I’ve been in love with you since 3rd year, (Y/n). You know how Prongs used to go on and on about Lily before she finally gave in and started dating him?” I nodded and Sirius continued, “Well, Moony told me I was the exact same with you. Apparently, I wouldn’t shut up about you and complain about that git of a boyfriend you had whenever I could. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a nose to go and break.”

I giggled and grabbed his hand before he got too far from me, “I-if you’re serious that you’d want to date me, honestly, I’d be lucky to be the one to have grabbed your attention. I like you too, Sirius.”

That stopped him in his tracks, and he turned back towards me, grabbing my upper arms and kissing me again, “I would be the lucky one, (Y/n). I love you so much.”

“I-I love you too, Sirius. Are you sure I’m not too chubby for you to date?”

He shook his head, “No. You are perfect the way you are, how many times do I have to say it? It’s what’s on the inside that counts, not what you look like. I love you for the way you act and your personality, not what you look like.” At that moment Pickett jumped off my head and onto Sirius’ hand, causing me to smile, “It looks like Pickett approves, please don’t tell any of our professors he’s here. Honestly, he stowed away on my robes, or well, in my clothes in general.”

“I won’t don’t worry, (Y/n). I’d never do anything to get you into trouble.”

“Thank you. I love you, Sirius.”

-----------------------------END OF ONESHOT

Hehe, more Sirius fluff.

[vivianbernadetteaurora]

Rating outfits

Diana's revenge dress. When lady die broke up with Prince Charles she wore this little sexy number, and the world went absolutely crazy at the time and still do this day something that made it black recently was finding pictures of Camilla Parker Bowles dressed in the same outfit while it doing nothing for her basically and the general public like slating her I've got no problem with Camilla, it wasn't great that she caught with a married Prince Charles but they'd always been the love of each of his lives for years and years and poor Princess Diana didn't know what she was walking into it such a young age with their massive age gap prince Charles being years ahead of him and Diana being younger than her years emotionally.

This was the problem and this is why the relationship come last plus a completely different types of Personality Diana was a sensitive type and loved the public and loved helping the vulnerable,while Charles had his mother issues and, resented for not letting him b with Camilla. And it was weird because before he dated Diana's sister. But like I said this dress was ahead of its time and was one of the first iconic dresses especially in the royal family beautiful elegant flattering for a taller lady and not too much excess jewelry just the pearls and the tights love it.

Christina Aguilera Xtina

She will always be my style Icon and I absolutely love every look she has and she's safe photogenic even with this crazy hair miss Christina Aguilera could pull this off unlike anybody else , even the velour with the crazy hair looks amazing......

Actually it's more velvet than the law and even though it is OTT I'm very camp it is one of the tamer looks I guess in the dress sense not the hair so much. Else I love about this outfit is a little slinky gold bag and the gold jewellery to go with the makeup and the dress she's a winner every time and she is my style Icon when I lose my weight I'm gonna dress like X Tina.

Kylie Minogue

This was the Kylie look that started off her career the hot pants and the purt bottom , it's classic because she's not too over the top the outfit might be and it's still very camp and I love a camp out for but Kylie has always had a very naturally look, I don't know if she ever was but she could have definitely been a model not a super model because she's not tall enough she's really dinky but some sort of model may be catalog. My younger cousin used to really fancy Kylie when he was a little boy and she definitely has some classic beautiful features what else I love about this is a back and lace up top.

Cameron Diaz and Drew Barrymore

Story to this picture is on the premier to Charlie's Angels which I think was 2000 or 2001, I believe limo broke down, and they walked instead and had got drunk on the way proper Hollywood girl Hollywood dream as I Asia rostica would say. What I love about cameras outfit it's the colour for a start the plum and the asymmetrical look I have always loved that look and my mum always said like she didn't like things that were one-sided and upsided but for some reason this outfit really does Cameron with her height Justice, it just goes really well with her colouring and she looks so naturally beautiful as she always has over the years and still love to this day she left Holly would I believe because of the shit she was getting and I'm glad that she's got away from, going on to Drew her outfit is very early 2000s one being the leather pants they wet fucking everywhere you couldn't get away from them I literally chubby preteen me had a purple kind of like the color that Cameron wearing here on her, even had the matching jacket, it's also the slogan T-shirt for me I just love it those so casual for a premier of a film.

CHER

This is one of shares iconic looked through of the 1970s honestly she looks like ace freshly out of kiss.

Is 1970s it's almost a joke but yeah again it's camp which is everything Cher has , even her beautiful colouring and lovely black hair a little bit curly but wavy, but let's face it no one else but she could get away with this outfit I don't feel even Kim Kardashian who loved to copy Cher quite a lot would not get away with this outfit as much.

Paris Hilton

I always love Paris Hilton's outfits a lot of the time from the early 2000s. But this outfit I'm not too keen on at all I mean don't get me wrong I love the top and I love the bottom I just don't like the combination together on its own it would look amazing and vice versa first with the skirt. One thing I do like about the outfit though is the jewelry and the shoes oh no the shoes of the ones I don't do like like too much on this their shoes I've never seen before but like I said I'm not a big shoe girl one because they have big feet two because I have flat fee which makes it difficult to wear anything that's nice on my feet apart from Skechers.

Miley Cyrus

Last and certainly not least is Miley Cyrus this look of Harry I love this new grunge era she seems like such a girls go and the band t-shirt and the rocker girl look is perfect for her aesthetic, be honest this girl can look good in most things but to be honest I prefer her casual look like this one it's something that's timeless and can always be fair it's like grunge Revival .

[ovtsakaramel]

About me

Ok so I like talking about myself but I don't wanna seem self obsessed so this is gonna be short. Hi I'm Tina and I write (once a leap year), mostly thg but I have some Riordanverse shit in the back of my wip list basement. I listen to nu metal, pop, pop punk, rock and like everything (my fav band is Paramore). I'm Bulgarian, my zodiac is Leo, my sun is Scorpio and moon Gemini (I don't believe in astrology but hey why not put signs here). I'm cringe annoying and I know it. I have a chubby (healthy) cat. I write poetry and play ukulele and bass (but I can't make music myself even if my life depends on it) (I guess that means I can only copy and not play but I prefer to have pride for at least something lol). This became too long I should stop

[hellishjoel]

Hi my lovely!

I have 3 things: first and foremost, I came here to check in and to say that i hope you’ve had a lovely, restful weekend, and that the week ahead is good to you! 💕

Second is that I then discovered your Pedro characters as Taylor Swift albums like how did i miss this???? Javi as 1989 and Oberyn as Lover was a sensational choice.

And lastly, I was wondering how my favourite linecook is doing, what they’re up to, is life treating them well? I’ll die for ‘em! (No pressure, just curious!)

I’m running away now! Hope you’re good!

hello hello meg!!

thank you so much for checking in! it's been a little hectic and I've been writing a little less because of that BUT whatever energy I do have I have been putting towards the new chapter of Table for Two!! they are literally doing so well, so hot, so sweet, they are forming something really strong!

I put a sneak peek down below - how do you think Frankie's gonna react to this?

Tommy’s Diner is slammed by mid-morning, and you’re working up a sweat. You’re wiping at your neck and forehead every few minutes, and the sun filtering through the windows does little justice to cool your skin. Tina called out sick, which is code for hungover from Saturday. It’s overwhelming. Your brain feels like the scrambled eggs you just plated for that family of four.

“Enjoy,” you whisper a little breathlessly, tucking your notepad into the front of your apron, rubbing at your temple with the heel of your hand as you walk past the rest of your tables. 

By the time you lift your head, you see a large potbelly man who is waving an arm up above his head, fingers already snapping incessantly. He looked like a chubby rat, with a large dark-haired mustache and a shirt that didn’t fully cover the beer gut he was sporting.

“Uhm, hello? Miss, can we get some service over here?” 

Jesus fucking Christ. Your jaw tightens a few notches, pushing your hair out of your face and wrapping around to their table. 

You remember them; you took their table’s order a bit ago now - shit, did you forget their plates? No, you didn’t. 

Stopping at the head of their table, you smile politely at the large family. 

“Hi, can I get you something while you wait?”

The man scoffs and snaps, “Uh, yeah, our food.”

Taking a deep breath wasn’t enough, you were a ticking time bomb. “Sir, do you see how many people are in the diner? We’re at capacity with a line out the door. I understand you’ve been waiting, but our kitchen is backed up and-” 

“Bull-honkey-bullcrap, little miss,” the man raises his voice, spitting violently with each syllable, “This is ridiculous! We’ve been sittin’ here for nearly an hour. How hard is it to make some eggs and Mickey Mouse pancakes, huh? You just that stupid? What the hell is goin’ on back there? Are you people completely incompetent, or are you just ignorin’ us?”