#chubby Tina

[meaniezuchinni]

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

[monalaniussboyfriend]

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[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.

[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.

[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!

[timeisacephalopod]

Honestly a criticism I'm sure plenty of people more knowledgeable than me have made but I haven't seen is that JBI (Jacob Ben Israel for those who don't remember) is a wildly antisemitic stereotype of Jewish men (or boy in this case). Like yeah sure there's other Jewish characters, but every time I see JBI play out in a scene I cringe hard because he's written worse and more predatory than Howard Wolowitz. Almost every storyline he has is sexually harassing Rachel in some really fucked up ways for a bunch of teenagers 😬😬😬

One of the dumbest criticisms of Glee that I've seen is questioning why will Schuster (is his last name spelled right? Don't care he fuckin sucks I hate his character lmao) doesn't have adult friends.

Setting aside that he does, he regularly hangs out with Beiste and Sue after school, and last I checked Emma is also an adult (I won't count Terry). But the reason he "doesn't" have adult friends is because of how shows work structurally. The setting is a high school, the audience is high schoolers, it makes no sense to follow will Schuster into his after school adult life to hang out with all his adult friends because that is not the premise of the show- because again that is how the structure of a show works. You have a set of characters in a set environment, you don't just randomly split off from that because a bunch of edgy 16 year olds on Twitter interacting with the show runners think they noticed something Sketchy™️ when all they noticed is how the structure of a show works. After School Will Schuster doing Adult Things isn't the premise of Glee and therefore his adult life outside the kids and the school isn't mentioned much if ever, because it doesn't need to be, that'd be a different show.

Frankly a lot of Glee criticism is bad faith and stupid, which makes no sense in a show that has really blatant biphobia and Kurt fucking Hummel in it. Technically nothing is "wrong" with Kurt it's just that I hate him and also he's the first character to do the aforementioned biphobia.

[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.

[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.

[buckysgrace]

Chapter Eighteen

Previous Chapter

The sun was drifting below the horizon, mixtures of pink and orange shone in the sky as Billy drove them away from Hopper’s house. Max had indeed been a few minutes late but El didn’t look the least bit upset when she came out. She had even tried to get the older teens to stay for a bit but they both had resisted.

A comfortable silence filled the car but Kim was still fighting to keep her jealousy from spilling out all over herself. She wanted to know if Billy had actually been planning on setting a date up with Tina and if he had followed through on those said plans. She didn’t want him to do it. She wanted to keep him distracted enough with her that he wouldn’t want anyone else. 

She was losing her mind. She was sure of it. Billy wasn’t her boyfriend, he never would be. One day she would simply think of him as a mistake that occurred in her youth. There would never be a future between the two of them. Yet, she couldn’t help but feel like it wasn’t fair that he got to see other people while she was stuck with no options as he had shut them all down. If she had to be alone, then he should have to be the same way.

She had mental pictures of herself reaching across the car and rubbing her hand across the front of his pants, of putting herself out there to let him know that she was desperate to feel him and that he didn’t have to go anywhere else to get off. She was right here . She couldn’t find the confidence in herself though, instead drifting off and imagining all of the things she could be doing right now instead of sitting in silence. She used her scrunchie to pull her long, red hair up again to distract her hands with something to do. Billy must’ve had similar thoughts, at least thinking about how they were a safe distance away as he pulled his car over to the side of the road. She peered at him curiously.

“What are you doing?” She asked but she already knew the answer as he unbuckled his seatbelt. He chuckled and reached across the console to unbuckle her as well, his fingers lingering near her bare skin.

“Just thought I’d make sure you didn’t get hurt anywhere else. Why don’t you crawl in the back?” The smell of his fresh cigarettes hit her nose as she stared into his blue eyes. She hesitated for a moment, still thinking about the way he had spoken to Tina.

“Are you sure you want me back there and not someone else?” She had tried to play her tone off as casual but it was so embarrassingly obvious what she meant as the jealousy dripped off of her tone. Billy’s smile turned into a smirk as he took in her appearance. She kept her arms crossed over her chest, pretending that nothing was wrong.

“Awe, is the little princess jealous that I was talking to someone else?” He mocked and she felt her insides growing even warmer. She did not like when he treated her as if she was a child. At least not right yet. She scoffed, trying to collect her composure as his large hand gripped her knee.

“I have nothing to be jealous of.” She replied shortly, cursing herself as the heat from his hand traveled straight to his core. She was still feeling the after effects of their makeout session in the bathroom. She wished she had let him take her then and there. She wished she could’ve seen Tina’s face when they both exited with flushed cheeks, swollen lips and messy hair.

“You really don’t. You’re a much better kisser than her.” Billy praised as he moved his hands to cup her chubby cheeks. She was disgruntled. She liked when he spoke highly of her but at the same time she didn’t like being compared to the other girls he had been with. She knew it was just sex, but didn’t want to just become another girl on his list.

He squeezed her cheeks playfully, pouting out her lips as he turned her face to look at him roughly, her eyes slightly widening as he ran his tongue across his teeth, “Are you going to be a little brat tonight? Or a good girl?” Her heart was pounding in her chest as she felt the sensation growing between her legs. She was still a bit upset, but couldn’t imagine trying to sleep with the strong throbbing pulsing through her body. She swallowed hard, her face slightly burning from the grip he had on her face.

“I’m your good girl,” She whispered out pathetically, her words slightly mumbling as her tongue hit along where her cheeks were protruding in her mouth, “I’ll listen.” Billy’s smile grew as he bent forward and placed a chaste kiss on her nose. She blinked in surprise at his actions, unexpecting to his sweet touch. He released his grip on her face.

“Get in the back.” She didn’t waste any time, shoving the stuffed duck onto the ground as she crawled over the middle console. A yelp left her mouth as his rough hand smacked against her backside, ringing in the car. She glanced around nervously. The windows were down and the sun was still up high enough to spit out light. If anyone drove by slowly she thought for sure that they would be able to see the two of them. 

It was a lot more cramped in the back, she thought. Max was a lot shorter than her and seemed to have plenty of room. Meanwhile, Kim’s knees dug into the back of the passenger seat in this position. Billy chuckled as he walked around and opened the door opposite to her.

“You’re gonna need to undress, babe. You’re not going to be sitting like that either.” She looked towards him, full of naivety and concern as he bent his head down to look at her. His expression softened as he searched her face before reaching a hand out towards her. She took it, ignoring how well his hand still fit in hers as she scooted towards him. 

“You want me naked?” She asked as she felt the blush spreading across her face. Billy nodded and she felt the concern rising in her chest, knowing she wouldn’t be able to hide if anyone were to drive by. She was really starting to feel insecure. It was one thing to be naked in the bedroom or even in the shower, but to be outside in the backseat of his car? It felt completely wrong and unnatural for her. 

“I’ve got you,” He promised as his hands traced against her navel, lifting the hem of her shirt up higher so her belly button was exposed, “No one is going to see you but me, I won’t let anything happen to you.” Her words were comforting and she nodded, yet her heart was still thumping in her chest and her mind still reminding her that this was a bad idea.

“No one will see?” She asked as he pulled her top over her head, leaving her only in her blue bra as she fought the urge to place her hands over her chest and hide away. He nodded, but she was unsure if he even heard her as he stared at her cleavage. She inhaled deeply, trusting him as his fingers worked at unsnapping the back of her bra. She felt it fall forward, watching as his hands shimmied it off of her. 

She didn’t have time to cover herself before his hands were kneading at her breasts and pinching at her nipples. It was strange for her to think that someone playing with her boobs could feel so good. A soft sigh left her mouth as he bent down and connected his wet mouth around her hard nipple. She exhaled slowly, her hands lingering in the back of his blonde curls as his wet tongue swirled circles around her nipple.

“No one. You’re all mine.” He finally answered as he pulled away, his hands looping through her jeans before beginning to tug them down around her waist. She lifted her butt off of the seat and when she lowered it she tried to ignore the hot seats as her bare skin rubbed against it. He quickly pulled at her shoes, throwing them in different directions in the car as he shimmied her jeans the rest of the way off. His words had an odd effect on her as she thought about what exactly he meant by she’s all his. She closed her legs before he could pry them apart, completely embarrassed that she more than likely had a wet spot showing. She could see from this angle the red marks on her knees from where she fell earlier. 

“I can do it.” She mumbled as she  moved her feet away from him. She felt his eyes burning into her skin as she removed her socks and slowly slid out of her panties, keeping the damp underwear away from his eyes. His eyes ate her up as she moved slowly and shyly, unsure of how to sit against the hot seat without getting her wet slick everywhere. Billy shifted his head inside, leaning down to cup her face and kiss her hotly. Her tongue slid against his as he gently cupped her chin, making sure to not hit the sore area as he kissed her harder, flicking his tongue deeper inside of her mouth. Her bottom was burning from where the hot sun had sinked into the leather seats but she almost didn’t care as long as he kept kissing her like this.

“Do you want to feel my cock?” He asked when they pulled away. She looked up at his bruised face, watching how his blonde curls dangled limply across his forehead. She nodded her head stiffly, growing even more wet from the dirty words that left his mouth, “You’ll have to do better than that.” Billy’s hand lightly tapped the right side of her cheek as she stared up at him. Her eyes wandered to where his shirt was slightly opened and she found her hands reaching to fiddle with the buttons. He put a tight grip around her hand, completely silent as he stared at her and waited for her to answer. She swallowed hard.

“Yes,” She breathed out deeply looking up at him through hooded eyes, “I want your cock.” Her tongue felt numb from the word that rolled off of it but she ignored the feeling as he quickly pulled his shirt over his head. Her hand reached out to trace at his muscular chest, soaking in the warmth that she felt growing against her pale hand. 

“You gonna be good?” He asked again and she quickly nodded her head. His eyes narrowed again and she breathed her words out quickly, not wanting to upset him anymore.

“I’ll be so good for you,” She whined watching as his large hands took hold of her waist. She wanted to reach between them and take his jeans off but he was quick to turn her around, “What are we doing?” She asked confused as he placed her on her hands and knees in the seat. She was careful to avoid the buckles sticking out but her already sore knees burned from the hot leather rubbing against them. She felt Billy’s hand traveling up her spin until he shoved her face down into the black seat, her cheek soaking in the burning sensation as he crawled over top of her.

“Need to fuck the jealousy out of you, hm? Make you remember how good we feel together?” She felt his swollen tip rubbing between her folds, teasing her as she just barely rubbed against her entrance. She whined, trying to nod but he had taken a tight hold to her pony tail to keep her face pressed against the seat and she found no way to move.

“Yes, Billy. Please fuck me,” She moaned as he continued his movements of rubbing his dick along her aching heat. She wanted nothing more than for him to push inside of her and give her what she was so desperately craving, “Billy,” She yelped when he pulled at her hair, desperately trying to grind back against him, “Fuck me.” She repeated, practically begging as she felt his tip slowly push inside her eager hole. She didn’t even have enough in her to ask about condoms as his other hand slammed against her bottom, spanking her so hard that she was sure the animals in the field could hear.

“So fucking desperate,” He chastised as he moved both hands towards her waist, she grew eager as she felt him thrust forward, “You sure you deserve your big brothers cock?” It took all of her might to not reach forward and bite onto the seats with as much frustration that was racing through her veins. She was clenching around nothing, urgently trying to push him inside of her as she moaned below him.

“Yes, yes I deserve it,” She squeaked out as he roughly pulled her hips back against his, still not entering her as his dick slid between her folds again. She was sure she was dripping onto his car with as needy as she felt, “Been so good for you. Please.” She turned her head to look at the boy standing behind her. She noted how he hadn’t even bothered to pull his jeans fully off, instead they cupped his thick thighs. She wondered if it would’ve been better for her to keep part of her pants on to keep her knees from stinging.

“You’ve been good?” He questioned as he leaned over her, holding onto her ass and she fought the moan as she felt him completely cover her hole with his dick. She nodded frantically, her cheek stinging in the same way her knees did. Her nipples stung at the feeling of being pressed against the leather.

“Yes, Billy,” She whimpered pathetically, feeling some drool slide out of the corner of her mouth as she kept her eyes trailed on him, “It hurts, need you to make me feel better.” She pleaded as her fingers dug into the side of his seats. He grinned, leaning over her face and for a moment she thought he would kiss the corner of her mouth again.

Instead, he spit on her cheek, the drool dribbling down onto her mouth as she stared at him stunned. She was completely turned on, the desperation and lust inside her intensifying as he took a hold of himself and slid into her wet hole. Her eyes fluttered shut as he moved inside of her soaking walls, slowly pulling himself all the way out again before slamming into her. She felt a slight burn inside of her when he did that but nothing she couldn’t handle. She was a moaning mess underneath him, clawing at the seats and fighting to keep her legs pried together as he hit against her sweet spot in this angle. She thought of how good it had felt in the shower and was beginning to prefer being fucked this way.

“Oh my god,” She panted out as he gripped her hips harshly and drilled into her, his dick sliding into her with ease, “You treat me so good, such a good big brother.” She whined out, more for his enjoyment than her own. He seemed to get off on that a lot more than she did, she noted as she heard his loud groaning coming from above her. His hips snapped forward more roughly as he reached between them to flick at her clit every few seconds. She felt her toes curl and thighs tighten at the sensation.

He reached down and grabbed her ponytail, yanking on her hair as he rammed deeply into her shaking body. Kim’s whole body felt overwhelmed as her face scraped against the rough, roasting seat. Her nails dug into the cushion and she felt her eyebrows furrowing together as the pleasure overcame her. All she could focus on was the way his cock dragged in and out of her and the sounds that echoed out the windows. 

“You have the best pussy, princess,” He rolled his hips forward as his tip brushed against her g-spot repeatedly, pushing her forward so her head smacked against the side of the door, “So fucking tight and wet.” He groaned as he tugged on her hair again. She licked her lips, feeling the urge to cum growing bigger inside of her. Sweat was dripping down the back of her neck and onto the seats, causing her to slide around more.

Kim never wanted to stop feeling him inside of her, no matter how wrong it was. She was coming to realize that until she found someone that would make her feel this good she wouldn’t survive. She needed him the same way that she needed air.

“So close,” She whimpered out as more saliva slipped out of her mouth, coating her squished cheek with wetness as he rocked her into the car, “Billy, oh my god!” She whined rolling her hips back to meet his hard thrusts. She could hear the older boy grunting above her, squeezing the flesh of her ass before smacking it harshly. Her toes were curling as he kept her legs shoved far apart, making her take his powerful thrusts.

“You gonna cream all over my cock, baby?” He cooed at her before spitting on her cheek again. It trailed into her open mouth, her tongue licking out slowly to wipe away the saliva. Kim panted, her walls fluttering around his throbbing cock as she chased her high. Billy was groaning louder, his movements stalling more often as he gripped her tightly.

“Yes!” She cried out, trying to grind back against as best as she could, “F-fuck!” She cursed in pleasure as she felt herself coming undone around him. He grabbed her hair again, pulling her head up to force her to look at him. She stared at his flushed expression, his swollen lips and the way his blonde curls stuck to the front of his forehead.

“Look at me, baby.” He rasped out as his thrusts became more shallow. She stared into his blue eyes, resisting the urge to shut her own as her orgasm shook her whole body. She panted and watched the way his necklace bounced against his chest. She had an urge to turn and grab for it and pull him even closer to her. She clenched her fingers into the side of the chair again when she felt his warm fluid soaking inside of her. She gaped, watching the way his mouth opened and sounds of pleasure leaving his mouth. She felt her insides curl in awe as she watched him, feeling the excitement grow inside her.

“Billy,” She whimpered as her legs shook, her walls clutching his cock deep inside of her. She didn’t want him to pull out. No matter how badly the seats burnt, she could stay here forever as long as he never moved away from her, “It feels really good.” She breathed out a laugh as she closed her eyes. Both sides of her cheeks were damp from a mixture of sweat and spit. He rubbed his large hands across her soft curves, squeezing the soft flesh on her sides.

“I know, baby,” He chuckled and she felt a groan leave her mouth when he began to slide out of her soaked pussy, “You did so good though. Always so good for me.” Billy mumbled as he rubbed her butt softly. He moved her gently so she could sit up, thankful for the relief against her cheek. She sat on her side awkwardly, feeling the mixture of their cum between her legs. She gasped softly when the wind tickled the back of her neck. 

“Thank you.” She mumbled bashfully as he pulled his boxers and jeans up. He leaned forward and grabbed paper towels before dabbing her cheeks clean. She was a bit confused over how sweet he was still acting towards her.

“That wasn’t too much was it?” He looked more serious as he threw the paper napkins out to the side of him, “You know if there’s ever anything that’s too much you can tell me to stop. You know that, right?” Billy asked, looking concerned as he looked at her reddened cheek. She stared at him for a moment before nodding quickly.

“I know that,” She was grateful for her already reddened face so he couldn’t see her blush, “I like what we do. It feels good,” She giggled as she pulled at her ponytail again, “It makes me feel naughty.” She whispered so low she almost wished he wouldn’t hear her. He chuckled as he began to pick up her scattered clothes. She wished they didn’t have to get dressed, she’d stay here all night naked with him if it meant he’d hold her again.

She watched cautiously as he began to dress her again, noting how he had forgotten to clean her, “Hold on a second.” She began to reach forward to grab napkins from the console but he shooed her hand away. She looked at him oddly as the smirk grew on his face.

“You don’t need to be cleaned up yet.” He responded plainly as he pulled her underwear up towards her knees. She could still feel the mixture of them dripping down her thighs and did not like the idea of walking around with it dripping out of her pussy.

“Why?” She didn’t understand why she couldn’t get fully cleaned up as he bent forward and pressed a kiss against her cheek. She blinked at him as he looked down between her legs where his cum was leaking out of her. She gasped when he reached his fingers down and pushed the liquid back up inside of her.

“Always wanted to do that,” He mumbled taking her surprised appearance as a way to pull her panties up over her bottom, “It’s so fucking how thinking about you walking around with my cum inside of you. Dad and Susan won’t even know.” Her face burned in humiliation yet she could feel the lower half of her body reacting in a different way as he began to pull up her jeans around her waist. She couldn’t find it in herself to protest as she buttoned her jeans back up, feeling the mixture sitting heavily inside of her and pooling into her underwear as she nodded. If Billy was choosing her to do this with then she would suck it up and do it. Just to get the praise she so desperately craved from him.

“Okay,” She responded bashfully as she pulled her socks on. He reached over to grab her shoes, “All night?” He gave her a playful look as he pressed his lips against her nose again. She didn’t say anything, but she really wanted to to kiss him again. She really enjoyed the way their lips moved together. He pulled away and slid his shirt over his shoulders. He didn’t bother to button it as he pulled his blonde curls out of the back of it. She tried not to stare at his sweaty chest.

“I got something for you.” He mumbled before he climbed out of the car and popped his trunk. She focused on tying her shoes and not the wet mixture sloshing around inside of her. It felt so good yet so wrong at the same time. She’d be walking inside their house, in front of her mom with her stepbrothers cum coating her pussy.

“You got that for me?” She felt her eyes widen and a grin build as he stepped around the car again, holding the stuffed cow from the claw machine. He looked bashful as he stuck it out towards her, his expression grumpy as she ran her pale hands over the soft fur and gave it a squeeze. She grinned up at him, excited as she waited for him to speak.

“Only because you fell on my skates and cut yourself,” He muttered like it was no big deal but she knew it was, “Thought you deserved something fun out of the day.” Her heart was racing again as she watched him kick at the ground with his boot. She thought he looked oddly cute at the moment, denying that he had done anything nice for her. She squished it against her chest, knowing he’d never allow her to hug him.

“Billy, I had fun regardless. But thank you,” She squealed as she pulled the cow away to look at it again, “He’s so cute!” She exclaimed as she crawled to the front of the seat and buckled up again, holding the cow on her lap like a small child. He looked a bit more amused as he watched her.

“Better than your duck?” He questioned looking unsure as his fingers fidgeted around his keys. She handed him a cigarette and he looked even more surprised. She was beaming on the inside.

“Fuck the duck!” She laughed holding the cow up so it was inches away from her face, “I got a cow!” She didn’t even care if she sounded childish. She couldn’t remember the last time someone had given her a present other than on her birthday or for Christmas. She was going to place it on her bed, giving it the highest honor.

“You’re odd,” Billy chuckled as he started the car again, his shirt still undone as he pulled back onto the road. Kim was basically bouncing with joy, her feelings of jealousy gone from earlier. She bet that he hadn’t ever gotten Tina or anyone else a stuffed cow before, “But really cute.” Billy smirked as he viewed her now bashful expression. She still wasn’t used to being called cute by anyone, much less by him. She had seen the girls he had been with before and she wasn’t sure why he picked her over them.

“You like it.” She did her best to tease him as he turned his music up loudly again. She was brewing with happiness as she hugged her stuffed animal to her chest and watched as night settled in through the woods. The last bit of sunlight disappeared as they made their way back home and Kim was growing anxious at what Neil and her mother would say when they returned. They had already explained where they’d be at, but that didn’t mean Neil wouldn’t pretend that the conversations had never happened. He always needed someone else to blame and be mad at. She just hoped he wouldn’t get physical with Billy again.

“I like it a lot,” He spoke up as his hand rested against her thigh, “So cows are your favorite animal?” She nodded enthusiastically. She liked their pouty noses and their big brown eyes. 

“My dads parents had a dairy farm for a while, so I got to pet them a few times,” She didn’t remember much of her grandparents. When Susan had cut her dad, Sam, off his parents had protested by completely ignoring their two grandchildren. Somehow it became their fault too, “What’s your favorite animal?” She asked him curiously as she turned to watch him. Billy furrowed his eyebrows together.

“I don’t think I have one. I’ve never really thought about it.” Billy shrugged as he drove. She waited for him to reach for another cigarette but never did. She frowned at his words, not quite believing them. 

“Oh, come on. You have to have a favorite animal, I mean, everyone does.” She spoke unsure as she stared at him. She watched him, looking at how he genuinely looked confused. She pondered if Neil would even allow him to talk about that. She felt a rush of guilt filling her at that thought. 

“Maybe a cat?” He shook his head, “What does it matter? It’s dumb anyways.” She listened as the irritation dripped into his voice. She could tell she was pushing too far but she decided to try again anyways. She pawed at his arm playfully.

“If I draw you a cat picture you have to hang it up in your room. Promise?” She asked, looking at him completely seriously. He glanced at her oddly again but she could see the corner of his lips trying not to turn into a smile. She felt pretty proud over that.

“Okay, I’ll hang up your picture of a cat.” He said finally as they neared the driveway. She grinned widely and turned to face the front window, excited about drawing about the first time. She’d draw a hundred pictures just for him. Billy parked in the familiar spot outside of the garage, she noticed that Neil's truck was already parked inside. Kim peeked around for a moment, not noticing anyone as she took in a breath of confidence. She leaned over the console to press a kiss against his cheek. She pulled away quickly, unsure of how to feel when he looked at her confused. 

“Thank you for cleaning me up earlier.” She pressed the button to unbuckle herself watching as his hands did the same. He smiled softly at her, and she could feel her heart racing in her chest as a warm feeling spread throughout her body. 

“It wasn’t that bad,” He smiled as he pushed the car door open, “You really didn’t skate that bad either. You shouldn’t be discouraged.” She watched as he crossed in front of the car and opened the door for her. She pulled her stuffed animals into her arms and stood up, silently thanking him. She felt the slight discomfort grow within her as she moved, the mixture of them filling her panties as she stood. He noticed her expression and chuckled, obviously pleased with himself.

“I sucked big time, but thank you,” She grinned at him watching as the light breeze picked up his blonde curls, “I didn’t know you skated.” She admitted when she turned to look at him. He chuckled, locking the door behind her. 

“There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me.” He spoke the truth as they crossed the dry, grassy dirt and headed towards the front door. It was easier to go that way than up through the back and risk disturbing Neil if he was in his room. She followed his longer strides, even more curious about what he was hiding under all of his layers. She stepped behind him as he pulled the door open and followed him inside. She was pleased to see their parents were already in their rooms. She was still bitter at the both of them and had been giving her mother the silent treatment since Billy had snuck in the shower with her.

“I’ll come say goodnight in a few minutes,” Billy smirked as his pinky curled around her fingers, “Don’t fall asleep on me.” He bent down to whisper into her ear, a tickle traveling down the side of her neck as she resisted the urge to giggle. She didn’t want to be too loud in case she disturbed their parents. Her heart sped up again as her fingers clung more tightly to the stuffed animal he had won for her. She was still giddy about it.

“Okay,” She pulled her hair down again walking towards her room as he headed into his. She quickly sat the cow on her bed before setting the small duck on her bedside table as she left again. She barely rasped on her moms door before she spoke, “We’re back. Just wanted to let you know.” She tried to hold the irritation back in her tone as she spoke. The only reason she was letting them know was so Billy didn’t get in any more trouble.

There was silence for a moment before her mom finally spoke, “Uh, thank you honey! I hope you had fun!” She wrinkled her nose in disgust, not wanting to know what they were doing there as she went back to her room. The hallway was dark and quiet and Kim wondered what Billy was doing at the moment.

She shut her door behind her and sat in front of her vanity, taking in her reflection with a small frown. She shifted awkwardly in her seat, uncomfortable as the mixture of them seeped out of her. She wasn’t sure how long he wanted her to be like this as she stared into the mirror. Her hair was an absolute mess from being tugged on and from the wind blowing in through his car window. She gently took a comb through it, doing her best to make it frame her hair as nicely as possible. She looked at the small cut on her forehead, expecting that it would’ve been a lot worse by the way he had been fussing over her. She gently pressed her thumb to her sore chin, reminding herself to take tylenol later. 

She touched up her mascara then applied a coat of pink lipgloss. She puckered her lips in the mirror, judging to see how well it looked on her as her heart beat rapidly in her chest. She knew she should’ve refused Billy’s request to come in here. It was too risky yet, she was unable to deny herself the pleasure of being against him. She didn’t even care if it was sex or not, she just liked basking in his presence. He was a mystery and she wanted to solve it. 

Kim sat back for a moment, wondering if she should stay dressed or go ahead and get naked. She knew that Billy wouldn’t have her in her clothes for very long anyways. Her fingers hesitated against the hem of her shirt before she pulled it off, exposing her simple white bra. She played with her hair, trying to find the best way that caressed her frame. She stood and shimmied her jeans down. From this angle she could see the obvious wet spot from where his cum had drenched into her panties.

She paced in front of her bed for a moment, deciding where she should be sitting when he came inside. Should she lay across the bed? Hide under the covers? She tugged at the ends of her hair as she stressed over the answer. She stopped when she realized she was trying way too hard for a guy who wouldn’t care as long as he got his dick inside of her.

“Hey,” She turned, frightened as Billy slipped into the door quickly. He wasn’t yet facing her as he quickly locked the door behind him, “I think they’re-” His words died when his blue eyes trailed up from the floor and onto her exposed body. She felt her whole body turning red as he examined her, the hint of a smirk ghosting over his lips.

“Hi.” She squeaked out as she held her hands behind her back, fidgeting with her fingers as he trailed his tongue across his shiny teeth. She dug the heel of her foot into the floor, twisting it awkwardly as he stayed quiet.

“Is this for me?” He sounded cocky as he pushed himself off of the door and walked towards her, his hands gently brushing against her exposed hips. She gulped hard as the tips of his thumbs trailed inside of her panties.

“I had this on earlier,” She muttered shyly, “You probably didn’t notice it.” She grinned softly as he pulled her flush against his warm body. She nervously placed her arm over his shoulder as his fingers rubbed along her spine. She felt goosebumps forming along her pale skin as he analyzed her features. She looked at how well the color of his eyes stood out along his bruised face and suddenly felt guilty again for what happened the other night.

“I did,” He smirked as his hand trailed down and cupped her ass in his large palm. She giggled softly as he bent down to press a gentle kiss against her lips, “Get in the bed.” He smacked her butt hard before crawling in there first. She stared at him for a moment before following suit, sitting on her knees next to him.

“What?” She looked at him curiously as he looked at her amused. He shrugged his shoulders before crossing his hands over his toned stomach. She nudged his thigh with her hand, urging him to speak up as he bit his lip.

“I kind of meant for you to crawl on my lap.” He spoke slowly with a giant grin as he took in her flushed appearance. She shook her head and tucked her hair behind her ear again as Billy took ahold of her smaller hand. The familiar fire spread over her skin where he touched. 

“You said to get on the bed.” She blinked as she looked at him, still unsure how she felt like she knew nothing when it came to being with him. He grinned as he used her hand to pull him towards her. She cautiously straddled his lap, slowly sitting back down on top of him. There was no denying the bulge in his pants. He had obviously been planning this.

“I know but I thought maybe you’d get my drift,” He chuckled as his hands rested against her hips and fiddled with the band of her underwear again, “It’s okay. I just like holding you like this.” She furrowed her eyebrow as her hands went to his shoulders, gently tugging on his blonde curls.

“I’m pretty sure you’ve only ever held me like this once before.” She tried not to linger too hard on the previous memory of them being together. She was beginning to think that maybe they were doing this too much. Was it healthy? She didn’t care.

“Yeah, but I’ve thought of it a lot. I like it.” His hands slid inside of her underwear as he cupped the flesh of her ass and squeezed again. She blushed, turning her cheek so he hopefully wouldn’t notice. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss against her collarbone. She thought about reminding him about no hickeys again, but it disappeared when his grip on her bottom scooted her forward and ground her hips down on his large bulge.

She moaned softly, accepting his hint as she moved her hips against his bulge as his lips trailed against her soft skin. He licked at her neck softly and she felt a jolt traveling down her body. His rough jeans rubbed against her clothed pussy in the perfect way, hitting against her clit softly.

He leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers harshly, the cut on his lip scraping against hers. Her lips vibrated when he groaned into her mouth as she rolled her hips forward against his hard length. She gasped softly, holding onto the back of his head as his tongue slipped into her opened mouth. She flicked her tongue against his softly, feeling giddy at how they felt against each other.

“Mhm, wanna teach you something.” Billy stalled her hips as he pulled away from her, looking up at her with dilated eyes. Her heart thumped nervously as her fingers trailed over his tanned skin. She nodded at him.

“Okay, what are we doing?” She watched confused, a small laugh leaving her mouth as he scooted under her until he was laying down. She moved with him to stay over his waist, not wanting her vagina to be too close to his face.

“Turn around,” He mumbled as he held onto the back of her thigh. She nodded, unsure as she turned around and faced the wall instead of him. A shrill left her mouth as he gripped her hips and pulled her hips towards his face. She tried to scurry away, but his grip was too tight, “Hey, you’ve got to trust me.” He smacked her butt harshly as she yelped. She felt nervous as she stared down at his hard bulge. 

“I don’t understand?” She questioned, looking over her shoulder to peek at him. He was smirking as he began to tug her underwear down her legs. She felt way too exposed at the moment. Billy’s fingers coated over the mixture of the two of them before shoving the fluid back inside her hole. She bit down on her lip hard, not wanting to be too loud with their parents only a few doors down.

“I wanna eat this tasty cunt while you suck my cock.” He spoke simply while her ears burned. She was sure she’d have to pray after this interaction. She was sure whatever small thread she had of getting into heaven would be ruined by Billy. She truly didn’t mind at the moment. It would be worth it.

She licked the inside of her mouth as she unbuttoned his jeans and slowly pulled his zipper down. Her fingers shook as she pulled at the buttons on his black boxers, reaching her hand in to pull his hard dick out.

She hadn’t seen very many penises before, but she was positive that he had the prettiest one. She liked the way it was always slightly more golden than the rest of his body, his red tip angry as his slick coated his length. She pumped her hands on him a few times, growing nervous again as she thought about fitting his thick length inside of her mouth. She hadn’t had much experience with it before and he had to remind her about her teeth the first time.

He got her comfortable as he pushed down on her spine, moving her head closer to his throbbing dick. She stuck her tongue out, licking the slick off of the side of his cock. She was beginning to enjoy the way that he tasted as her tongue traveled up his vein back up to his tip.

Her eyes clenched shut as his wet tongue licked up the length of her pussy and ended at her hole. She bit back a moan as her grip around his dick tightened while he sucked up the remnants of them. His hips moved up and she knew it was his way of telling her to continue. She wrapped her lips around his tip, already feeling her lips stretching as she pushed him partly inside of her mouth.

She tried to focus on her movements, but it was hard with his tongue dancing between her folds and flicking against her clit. She could feel the moan building in her chest as she sucked on the small section of him in her mouth, pumping the part that wasn’t. She pushed her hair out of her face, bobbing her head slowly as his dick inched towards the back of her throat. 

His fingers dug into her waist as he moved her hips closer to her face and she ground her hips down on his eager tongue. She was dripping onto his open mouth as she kept wiggling her tongue across his dick. She gagged as his hips snapped forward, drool from her mouth dripping down onto his length and her hand. She pulled away for a moment, pumping her hand faster as she spread the drool over his hard length. She squeezed softly and wrapped her lips around his pretty cock and continued to suck. She felt her pussy vibrate as Billy moaned into her pussy and squeezed the flesh of her ass again. He smacked it softly, causing her head to push down deeper on his length.

She could understand why he decided to try this with her. It kept the two of them quiet and it still felt good. She squeezed his balls with one hand, massaging them softly as she continued to relax her jaw and push him in deeper. He hit the back of her throat and she closed her eyes hard, fighting back the gag that was rising in her mouth. She continued the rough motion with her hand even as it began to ache. She felt her eyes roll back and her toes curl as Billy muttered something into her skin, sending vibrations against her clit.

She was taken aback when his hips snapped up harshly and he released into her mouth, cumming harshly against her tongue. She fluttered her eyes, trying not to let any pool out of her mouth as she attempted to swallow while still keeping him in her mouth. It didn’t work out the best as she gulped hard, most of his cum coating her hand as she pulled away to catch her breath.

Her hips moved relentlessly against his tongue as he pulled her even closer on his tongue, groaning into her pussy as she released around his dick. She gaped, drool sliding down the side of her cheek as she held onto the bed and moved against his wet tongue. She was chasing her release as she rolled her hips in the same motion of his tongue, feeling herself come undone above him.

She bit back a large moan as she rode out her climax, his tongue carrying her down gently as he squeezed her butt and rubbed her soft flesh. She panted hard when he slowly began to move his face away from between her legs. She still felt way too exposed as she quickly moved off of him, turning so she laid next to him. She fought the urge to cover up as he turned on his side and rested his arm over her torso. His lips were still glistening with her slick as he leaned in towards her.

“What’s wrong?” His hands dipped dangerously low, and her body reacted in a positive way, craving his touch. She shook her head, cheeks flushed as she pushed her hair out from under her.

“It’s hot,” She muttered, her eyes widened as he grinned at her, “Like it’s warm in here.” She replied shyly as his hands drew circles around her belly button. She wasn’t going to push him away. She liked feeling this close to him. She enjoyed being held like this almost as much as she enjoyed the sex.

“Mhm,” He cupped her face and licked his lips clean before kissing the corner of her mouth. She grinned widely, also enjoying when he did that, “You’re a fast learner.”

“I did okay then?” Her heart raced as she watched him nod his head. She felt like she constantly needed his approval, unsure if she actually was doing good or not. She wanted to be doing well just for him.

“You did more than okay,” He chuckled as he gave her a longer, lingering kiss, “You’re so damn sexy.” She mentally flipped out over that word, never imagined that Billy would call her that. She had seen the girls he had been with before and never thought she quite compared. She figured that she must be doing something right. She watched as he rolled over and began to sit up. She felt herself growing cold suddenly.

It was still early in the night, and she felt as if they could talk like they had earlier at the skating rink. She didn’t want him to leave so soon. She liked being in his presence and listening to him when he spoke. There were a lot of things that she now liked about him that she didn’t realize from before.

“Why don’t you stay?” She asked cautiously as she rolled on her side to face him, pulling the sheet up over her chest. She rested one hand to the side of her cheek, cupping her face to stare at his muscular back. She felt very exposed as she questioned him, “I mean it’s still early and I’m not going to go to sleep for a while.” She tried to reason with him, explaining herself so that she didn’t seem too desperate for his touch. Billy quirked an eyebrow at her, pausing his movements as he sat at the edge of the bed. 

“Like sleep in here? With you?” Billy questioned her slowly, looking at her peculiarly as her cheeks began to grow hot. She instantly began to regret her question as he observed her. She knew it was a stretch, but she hated the fact of being alone. She was so desperate to have someone hold and touch her like he had just been doing. 

“Uh, yeah,” She tucked her hair behind her ear nervously, “I mean you heard Neil get up the other morning. What’s the worst that could happen?” She knew the answer to that. It was very risky for them to sleep together in the same bed. No one would believe them if they passed it off as accidentally falling asleep. They weren’t that close.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” He turned from her, dismissing her idea completely. She felt her heartbeat slowing down as the disappointment sank into her chest, “It’s just too risky and I don’t really like being touched like that.” She tried not to think about the night before, how they had fallen asleep in each other’s arms. She knew he wasn’t one for touching but she had hoped that she would have had a small chance. Her smile was forced as she covered herself more, suddenly feeling ashamed of her actions.

“Yeah, you’re right. I just thought it would’ve been fun or whatever.” She rambled nervously as she untucked her hair before tucking it again. She tried to keep her hand from shaking by laying it underneath her pink pillow. She was afraid she would reach forward and take his hand in hers, begging him to stay with her. He stood up and she grew worried that she had just scared him away from her. She didn’t want him to think that she had feelings. Like sex, she just wanted to be held. They could do that without any feelings. 

“Uh, yeah I guess it may have been,” He wiped his palms on his jeans, looking like he didn’t quite know what to do either. He hesitated for a moment, looking around her room before turning to face her again, “I better get back to my room. I have work in the morning.” She looked across his bruised face for a moment, searching for any indication that he may want to change his mind and stay with her. 

“Right,” Kim breathed in deeply and fluttered her eyelashes as she kept her emotions at bay, “Have a good night, I’ll see you tomorrow.” She licked her bottom lips watching as he leaned across the bed towards her. Her heartbeat sped up a bit as she thought he would lean down and kiss her again. She was disappointed when he nudged the tip of her nose with his finger. 

“You too.” Was Billy’s simple response as he turned and left her staring after him. Her door shut all too soon, the warmth of him sinking out of the room and following behind him. She shuddered, not quite sure why she was feeling this way. She knew the way Billy was and that he did not like being touched anyways. It was dumb of her to try and invite him to spend the night when it was obvious the answer would be no.

She reminded herself bitterly that this was just sex, and sex didn’t include cuddling. She rested her head back against her pillows, bringing the stuffed cow to her chest and pretending like he had stayed.

Next Chapter

[meaniezuchinni]

Tina doodles

[roudiseshipweek]

More Than One Way to Grow

tw: body issues

Summary:

Teenage Louise deals with anxiety about her lack of physical development. Luckily her boyfriend Rudy is there to assure her that growth occurs in more than one way.

Spoilers for the most recent episode at the time of posting so proceed with caution.

Roudise Week 2024

Day 2 Prompt Growth/Protect. Chosen Prompt Growth.

Louise grimaced as she studied herself in the mirror. She hated the way she looked she was too short and too thin, too small. She would be turning fifteen in a few months and she barely looked any different than she did in the fourth grade. Girls in her family tended to grow later but she was still way shorter than Tina had been at her age. Turns out she had a hormone deficiency that affected her growth and her puberty. When she was younger that would have been a dream come true. Not having to endure the seeming horrors of puberty. The crazy hormones that made you into a brainless boy or girl crazed zombie, the BO, the bodily changes. While she wasn’t exactly devastated about not getting her period yet, her attitude had changed since fourth grade. Now she wanted puberty. She wanted to grow and develop like the other girls. She was on medication that was supposed to help but she had just started, and it could take a while to get results. God she was so ugly!

Her mind drifted to Tina who had outgrown her gawky stage in the most remarkable way. At nineteen she was slightly taller than Linda. She was on the chubby side but still had curves and had grown out her hair. She still had thick glasses, but she had upgraded to a sea blue color. She wore flirty tops that complimented her body. She and her finance Zeke looked like they just stepped out of a magazine. Zeke had experienced the glow up of the century the summer before high school and had girls lined up to date him, but his heart had always belonged to Tina.

Puberty had been kind to Gene too or Gina as they now liked to be called. They were still fat and sassy but now they looked more like a young Bob. Their hair flowed almost to their waist, and they dressed now in more feminine clothes.

Seeing her siblings Louise had some hope for her post puberty world if that ever came. Seeing Chloe, however, made her feel like garbage. Chloe had the perfect body, tall but not too tall, thin but not too thin with Barbie doll curves. Her stupid perfect hair that always smelled amazing. Expensive clothes that showed off her perfect breasts, short skirts that framed her perfect ass. Every straight/bi boy and every gay/bi girl was in love with her. Including Rudy who claimed to have gotten over her years ago. Yeah right. Louise saw how he looked at her.

Rudy who was in the trenches of puberty now. He had enjoyed a nice growth spurt and was not so regular sized anymore. He was looking more and more like his dad every day. He was still in the newborn giraffe stage of his growth spurt, but he was so damn cute. His lips now bore an increasing amount of peach fuzz, and his voice was cracking and deepening. Once he got used to his taller body, he was going to be perfect and then he would forget her.

She had finally admitted her crush on him at the start of the school year and to her shock he reciprocated but would that be the same when he grew into his body. When he became the type that Chloe would notice, or would he drop her for the true girl of his dreams?

  Louise’s thoughts were interrupted by a knocking on the door. She wondered if Tina had come for a visit. No Tina and Zeke were watching his little brother this weekend. Maybe it was one of Gene’s friends?

“LOUISE! Rudy’s here!” Linda called from downstairs.

Rudy? What was he doing here? Yeah, they were best friends technically boyfriend and girlfriend, but he had not called or texted. Ever since the day in eighth grade when he came over unannounced when everybody else was gone and accidentally caught Tina and Zeke being intimate. He always called or texted before coming over. Why not today? Because he was going to break up with her. That’s why. He didn’t want her to have any warning. Any time to prepare for a fight. He was going to blindside her and then leave for good.

“He Lou” Rudy greeted entering her room.

“Hey Hank Rudafod Hill” Louise replied.

“Hmm Hank Hill could be better could be worse.” Rudy commented.

“So, what brings you here on this fine Saturday?” Louise questioned.

“Tina texted me and told me you were having a hard time so I thought I would check in.” Rudy explained.

“I’ve been on those stupid hormone pills for a month, and I still haven’t started puberty and I’ve only grown three quarters of an inch!” Louise snapped.

“Well, it can take time.” Rudy offered.

“But other people noticed changes right away! Gene’s stupid girlfriend Holly noticed changes almost immediately when her brother got her on Estrogen to begin her transition!” Louise cried.

“Hmmm well have you told your parents so they can tell your doctor?” Rudy asked.

“Yes, but the doctor wants to wait a little longer before we change my dosage or anything.” Louise explained.

“Well, I am sure your doctor knows what they are doing.” Rudy offered.

“No, he doesn’t! He’s a quack! Who wants me to suffer! And never grow but maybe I don’t deserve to grow!” Louise cried.

“But Louise you have grown.” Rudy commented.

“Three quarters of an inch does not count!” Louise snapped.

“You have not grown much physically but you have still grown more than anyone I know.” Rudy clarified.

“How?” Louise demanded.

“There is more than one way to grow, and you have had amazing character growth over the years.” Rudy explained.

“How?” Louise again questioned.

“Well to be honest when we first met you were kind of a bully. You forced me to sneak away on that field trip and you were always really mean to your siblings and even your parents. You were mean to everyone actually but now you are a real sweetheart.” Rudy explained.

“How?” Louise again repeated.

“Well, you stand up to bullies now instead of doing the bullying. You are always looking out for me and making sure I have my inhaler. You are the one I call when things get weird between my parents. When you notice I get tired, or my lungs aren’t keeping up, you stop what you are doing and come sit with me. Even when you are having fun.” Rudy explained.

“OK” Louise replied.

“And it’s not just me. Remember last month when Tina got that fancy new bike for a late birthday present, and you wanted to give it for a test drive? And well because it was too big for you, you crashed almost immediately?” Rudy recalled.

“Yeah” Louise confirmed.

“Well, you told Tina right away and even gave her the money you are saving for flying lessons to make the repairs.” Rudy added.

“Yeah, because it’s the right thing to do or whatever.” Louise scoffed.

“It is but back in fourth grade when you broke her horse you blamed her and got mad when you were punished. You got even madder when your mom made you sell your new Burobu to replace Tina’s broken toy.” Rudy recalled.

“Because that was unfair! Because I was framed! That toy was defective! I bet all the tails broke off!” Louise cried.

“OK but what about the bike? Why did you pay to fix the bike with your flying lesson money?” Rudy asked.

“Because that actually was my fault and besides flying lessons are dangerous. Do you want me to crash and die like Amelia Earhart?!” Louise cried.

“No but I mean not everybody crashes.” Rudy replied.

“Yeah, but what if I really like flying and become a pilot and get addicted to drugs and alcohol like Roger Peralta; and abandon you and poor little Hitchcock and Scully?!” Louise questioned.

“Hitchcock and Scully?” Rudy questioned.

“I lost a bet to Benj.” Louise explained.

“OK well I really wish you would stop making bets with Benj or at least stop involving me, but the point remains you have grown. You have grown a lot.” Rudy replied.

  That night after Rudy left and the house and restaurant were cleaned for the night Louise slowly entered Tina’s now empty room. Tina had offered it to her when she moved in with Zeke, but she declined. She liked her little closet haven. She found the old broken horse that sat on the nightstand. She had no idea why Tina kept such a thing. Yes, she clung to her old, melted Kuchi Kopi until the paint began to peel and the electronics wore out making it a safety hazard, but Kuchi Kopi was a classic. The Equestranauts reboot, reboot got cancelled after two seasons. She had no idea why Tina kept such a stupid thing. She noticed the invoice for the bike repair. Again, she wondered why Tina still had that or had at least not taken it home for her records. Maybe she did feel bad for all the havoc she had once caused in her younger days. Maybe she did worry she would become a monster, but maybe Rudy was right. Maybe she had grown after all. She picked up the invoice and studied herself in Tina’s mirror. For the first time in a long time, she liked what she saw.

[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?”

[drawthething]

Really wanna say that I love drawing all of them burger muppets an equal amount but damn, such an lousy lie when you see me draw some of them like, all the time 😔 So uhhhh, made this list of my fav bb characters to draw (just for fun :D)

• Jimmy Jr: his stupid face, his little hair puff, his lisp, his outfits, I love him I love him I love him-

(quick, guys, pretend to be surprised)

• Andy & Ollie: 🥺🥺🥺 t-their baby faces! And- and tiny chubby baby body shapes! And I looove thinking of ways to let them mirror each other

• Louise: her design is too fricking fun, especially her bunny ears and hair and also that glorious chaotic face

• Tina: precious nerdy baby! Her head used to be so hard for me for some reasons but now it's just bam! boom! whoosh! Done!

• Zeke: I know what I keep saying about drawing his hair but like, I love his expressions and body languages so much (bean mouth bean mouth bean mouth-)

• Bob & Linda: been rolling around with boblin week pieces and genuinely having a blast (especially Linda)

• Gene: I'm always reluctant to draw his hair tbh but aside from that? Baby boy 😭

• Tammy: she's slowly becoming one of my favourites to draw :D Thinking of sassy expressions and sassy hand poses is so fun

• Jocelyn: cute and precious! Her hair 😭 And aesthetic iconic outfits

On a side note favourites to draw and favourite characters don't 100% necessarily overlap so I guess there's a reason why I don't draw my other favourite weirdos as much as I want to :/ (I failed you, Mr. Branca 😔)