#gonna get back to cleaning my room now (im cleaning my room -be proud of me /silly)

[grcetxt]

HEY GANG!! So general update and explanation of a lot of stuff cuz WWOO

I have. Not been doing so hot. Went into a bit of a depressive slump: staying inside, doing nothing all day, procrastinating ect

I've been putting off a bunch of stuff that sort of all came to a head yesterday, considering a lot of my deadlines and stuff are for this week. (By "deadlines" I mean points that I assumed I would have everything done by, y'know? Like "oh by my birthday I'll have a clean room" or "oh by results day I will have sorted out xyz") I had a teeny weeny worst meltdown I've ever had which was a bit of a wake-up call, y'know? I can't keep going like I have been.

SO I've actually decided to take a bit of a mental health break. A lot of big stuff is happening in my life and I need the space to sort everything out + take care of myself.

I'm gonna take a step back from rp for about a week, I might update one account, but I won't be engaging in any major events, y'know? I just don't really have the mental space to deal with it all. If I rp I wanna keep it light, no pressure. Just like- answering silly asks or something.

ALSO these next few days I am gonna be offline a lot more. That was gonna happen anyway tbh cuz GANG!! I'M TURNING 16 ON MONDAY!! AAAAAAA!!!!

But yeah tomorrow mum's taking me out again, Monday I'm seeing family, Tuesday I'm out with friends, ect.

I'm still gonna be on to talk to everyone and stuff don't worry! Just less than normal- because before I was literally online from the second I woke up (noon) to the second I went to bed (8 am sometimes. Remember when we did that for like a week straight Marv? Fucking insane what is up with us (depression))

SO!!! TLDR: Your girls taking a break from being active on tumblr, will still be on discord just not 24/7, and I'm taking a brief roleplay hiatus

Reblogging this to all my rp accs :3

Love you all! <3

[i4hischier]

𝜗𝜚 just come home , lando norris

✦ °. — girl dad!lando norris x fem!reader

✦ °. — plot: your husband has been away due to racing season so when your two year old vocalizes on the phone how much he misses him, he takes a break from his breaktime to come see his two favorite girls.

✦ °. — warnings: none, lando + reader get emotional, really cute like tooth rotting (wc: 902)

✦ °. — mars’ mind: i had this exact dream about lando a few nights ago and really really wanted to write about it before my head exploded

it was slowly getting late as you stood in the kitchen washing up dishes from dinner, while your daughter lily sat in the floor playing with her toys. your phone started buzzing, you looked at it and saw lando was trying to facetime you. you hurried to dry off your hands and swipe to answer.

“hello!” lando beamed once your face appeared on the screen. “hi my love” you smile, propping yourself up against the counter on your elbows. “how are you doing?” he asks, its was bright out, he most likely was just now leaving the track he just raced on.

“oh i was cleaning up from dinner” you pause, “i watched your race, did good today im proud of you!” the praise made lando smile from ear to ear, he got p4 which isnt podium but still something to be proud of. “maybe that why i did so good, cause i had my lucky charm watching me” he giggled at his own remark, even made himself blush.

you walk over to your daughter, sitting on the floor next to her. “actually, you had both of your lucky charms!” you smile, showing lily the phone. lando’s face lit up and he waved at her, “hi darling!” he chimed.

lily reached out for the phone, grabbing it from you and holding it comedically close to her face. “oh okay i guess its her phone now” you joke, smiling at her. “hi h-hi daddy!” she seemed as if she wanted to reach out to him through the phone. lando giggled at just the pure sound of her voice.

“hi there princess, did you watch daddy race today?” he asks. she doesnt say anything back she just nods her head. “i-i miss you” her little voice and her pleading words made your bottom lip stick out in a pout. “aw you do? well daddy will be home soon okay darling?” lily nodded, turning her attention back to her toys and dropping the phone on the ground.

you grab the phone, standing up and walking down the hallway to the bathroom. “well i guess she didnt want to talk to me anymore” he jokes before pausing to take notice of your face. the lines around your eyes and your nose turned pink and eyes watery. “whats wrong baby?” he plead. “i dont know” you shrugged, laughing at yourself for getting teary eyed. “for some reason the way she said she missed you pulled at my heart strings a little bit” you smile.

“i know mine too a little bit, made me feel a little choked up” he smiled. “we do really miss you over here though” you got somewhat serious with your statement. “i know honey and you know i’d be on a plane to you right now if i could but my body desperately needs a break”

you nodded, you knew he was right. it wasnt gonna be like this forever but for the small amount of time that it is, it sucks. “i know baby, and its okay, you know i want you to prioritize yourself right now” you smile, at him. “okay, ill let you get to bed soon, kiss lily for me too okay?” you nodded, sniffling and wiping your face. the two of you exchanged virtual kisses before hanging up, allowing you to get ready for bed.

the next morning was the same as all of them, morning shower, then making and eating breakfast and then cleaning up. lily had just gotten cleaned up and you left her in the living room watching tv so you could brush your teeth. you stood for a minute, looking at yourself in the mirror poking at all of your insecurities you’ve had your whole life.

suddenly you heard lily yell “daddy!” you assumed maybe lando had called you and she got to the phone. “lily honey is daddy on the phone?” you called out walking down the hallway. there was silence, no talking from lily just complete silence. “lily?” you called out again.

you stopped in your tracks when you reached the living room, there stood lando in the doorway, holding lily tightly in his arms as she giggled. “oh my god!” you smiled, lost for words as you ran up to him throwing your arms around his neck. “hi baby” he laughed at the sheer force in which you threw your body at him with. his free arm wrapped around your waist, holding you at the small of your back.

“what are you doing here?” you ask, placing both hands on each side of his face. “well obviously i needed to see my two pretty girls” he smiles, smothering lily with kisses, making her burst into a fit of giggles, slowly sitting her back down.

the both of you watched as she quickly ran back over to toys. you turned your attention back to eachother as you connected your lips, which was the first time in a week but felt like years. “no really why are you here? you need rest and you what, get on plane and choose to lose sleep?” you mutter.

he shrugged his shoulders, smiling at you, “i meant what i said, i wanted to see the two of you, plus i’ll get my sleep eventually.” you felt emotional again, you always felt emotions stronger when it came to lando for some reason, you just couldnt understand how you had gotten so lucky to be with him.

(author’s notes:) i had to rewrite this twice bc tumblr kept deleting it but how do we feel about girl dad lando BE HONEST!!! thank you for reading & don’t forget to join my taglist !!

[mangosrar]

Should’ve, would’ve, could’ve.

chris sturniolo x fem reader.

suggestive idk??? idgaf tho 😛

You and Nick had been bestfriends since pre-k. Attatched at the hip since crayons and numberjacks. 14 years later, youre both now 20 still going strong, with celebrity gossip, and a hot brother.

Obviously nick was a triplet wich meant as well as him, you had 2 more built in best friends Chris and Matt. You had always been closer to Matt than you were Chris, however, you and Chris were close in a different way. It was an unspoken relationship with him. Years of flirting, lingering stares, light touches and hugs that lasted just a little too long for best freinds, however no one dared to ever speak on it, and neither of you ever acted on it. ever.

When the triplets moved to LA you were devestated. You felt like a part of your heart was moving accross the country, however you were so proud of the boys, and cheered them on the whole way. They assured you they would visit all the time, and they would fly you out to la whenever you wanted, at the drop of A hat, which brings you to now.

Matt had picked you up from the airport earlier this morning, it was now closer to midnight and all 4 of you were in the living room watching a movie. You'd caught up with them all and got over the excitment of being reunited, but Chris hadn't really said much. The most hed said was a quick "you look good" ,but that was only for your ears, he had made sure to say it into your hair, almost silently, as he wrapped you up in his arms when you got back to the house.

Apart from that, he hadnt dared come too close in fear he might jump your bones there and then. He was losing it. He made sure to sit on the other end of the couch, putting as much distance between you as he possibly could.

Sure you understood why, buy secretly you wished you would get a moment alone with him so you could make a move. Unbeknown to you, Chris was just as desperate as you were. Something had changed between you both and it hung heavy in the air.

"Im gonna go clean up the kitchen, y/n come help me"

Bingo.

Your pov:

I smiled and quickly scurried off the couch and follewed chris into the kitchen, expecting to find him clearing up the mess we made, but i was pleasently surprised when a hand caught my wrist and pulled me to the side, causing me to yelp.

I was faced with warm blue eyes and a lazy smirk on his face. His body against mine, his hands on my waist, i could feel his breath on my face with the closeness.

All of the confidence i had earlier, talking about me making a move, was long fucking gone when he brushed my hair over my shoulder and moved his face to my neck. He left soft open mouth kisses on my collarbones and slowly moved up to my neck. My insides were screaming.

My breath caught in my throte when he moved his hands lower, hovering above my ass. "chris....matt or nick could see". My breathing quickened and my voice dared to let out a whine.

"Missed you baby". He said completely ignoring my paranoia. I couldnt help but let out an airy moan at the nickname. My hands moved up to his hair, and i tugged softly on it earning a groan from him. Gotcha.

His lips moved up to the spot below my ear that made me week in the knees. He lingered on the spot that made me shudder, biting genty, definetley leaving a mark.

I put one hand on the side of his face, pulling his head up so i could see him. god give me some self conrol. He looked so sexy. I couldnt help but let my eyes gander over his face, his cheeks were pink with need.

"Keep looking at me like that and ill show you just how much I’ve missed you". His voice was raspy and hushed. His eyes boring into mine. Fuck it.

I pulled his face down to mine and closed the space between us. His lips fit perfectly into mine. His hands moved down to the plush of my ass and gripped it, pulling me impossibly closer. I could feel everything on him. Everything.

His tongue fought with mine, running it acroos the roof of my mouth and the kiss became hot and heavy. Chris started walking me backwards, until my back hit the counter. He hoisted me up and pushed my legs apart so he could settle between them. I had one hand on his chest and the other at the nape of his neck.

His were everwhere, one hand going from the inside of my thigh, to under the back of my shirt. One loosly resting on my neck. He was addicting. I was i no rush to silece the whines coming out of my mouth, and Chris was welcoming them, swallowing them up with his lips.

He moved down to my neck again, licking a stripe up my throat. Im losing it. Im losing it. Im losing it.

His precence was suffocating me in the best way. All i could feel was his lips and hands all over me, he was in my head. My brain shouting his name like a mantra.

Chris. Chris. Chris.

Slowly he pulled away. Face still just inches in front of mine. I couldve died a happy woman right there and then. His hair was messy from my wandering hands, his breathing was heavy, his pupils were blown out, his lips were puffy and wet from my own.

"i shouldve done that years ago"

Yes Chris, yes you should have.

i need him like medically bro. MEOW.

@christinarowie332 @freshlovehacker @sturnphilia @soursturniolo @biimpanicking @jcwrites-blog @sssturniolofart @lividnity

also lmk if you wanna be added to my tag list. you can dm me or comment. love y’all 🕺🫶

[ra1nyd4yzz]

Weird, perv Wilbur x sweet, gyrau reader!

warnings: smut, mentions of sex toys, use of sex toys, Wilbur's room is disgusting and vile. I really don't know any other warnings so if I missed any let me know!!

Taglist:@abbs-writes-nsfw

Words:763

this started off as nothing like I wrote a little blurb type thing in abbs asks and it kinda progressed and now we have this! I hope you like it also it was my first time writing smut so it's not great but I tried my best also its not edited. this took hours for some reason.

You now always teased Wilbur for how you guys started dating, i mean how could you not i mean you caught him jerking off to a photo of you of course you were going to tease the poor boy he deserved it for being a perv.

You were in his room, him laying in his bed watching you as you cleaned up his room. “Babe, you know I can clean it right?” He said looking at you like you were his goddess “yea but you wont i mean look at this ugh” you picked up a bowl of mouldy unfinished ramen “how old is this wil?” he looked at it “ohh that's where i put that huh i must have forgotten” he chuckled and you side put the bowl in a trash bag and you continued cleaning his room.

Putting dirty clothes in his unused clothes basket and bowls of mouldy ramen and cereal in the bin because you know those bowls could never be washed enough to get the mould off them.

You got on the ground after you cleared it and stuck your head under the bed, you decided you were cleaning everything out so under his bed and closet were getting cleaned out. Wilbur stared at your perfect body as you went down well. He was mainly staring at your ass but still it was perfect to him.

You pulled out a shoe box, weirdly it was the only one under his bed? You set it on his desk in front of his monitor. Wilbur was too intrapped in your glory he didn't notice the shoebox “what's this baby?” you asked and he had to drag his eyes from your body to the shoe box on his desk and he immediately freaked “sweetheart lets not open this box please its personal-” and before you could even hear the last part of his sentence you opened the shoebox and started giggling at the contents inside.

“Sex toys really wilbur?” you picked up a fleshlight “bet you used these while looking at photos of me you perv” you chuckled saying it as a joke, you turned to wilbur and he was looking down in his lap in guilt “you didn't actually did you wilbur?” no reply, your mouth slightly parted “wilbur?” you asked again he shamefully looked back up and grabbed it off you and shoved it back in the shoe box and closed it.

You chuckled at the thought of your pretty boy being a perv for you, you opened up the box and grabbed the fleshlight “y/n stop-” “take off your pants and boxers now wilbur” you said as you cut him off, the tone you had was new to him, more dominant and stern somehow still keeping your soft and sweet demeanour to it. He immediately obeyed you and threw off his sweats and boxer, you sat next to him in his bed and pulled him into your lap.

It was easy to pull him into your lap as he was lanky, his cock was already hard you chuckle “oh pretty boy your cocks already hard” you couldn't keep in your giggle and that just turned him on even more, you were his goddess “well sweetboy i dont really want to fuck so im gonna use this fleshlight to get you off okay sweetheart? Just imagine it's me alright, imagine it's my tight pussy around you” he nodded and whimpered, already unable to say words “sweet boy i need to hear a yes or i can't continue” you stroked his hair and ran your fingers through his gorgeous brown curls.

“Y-yes” you heard that and slowly lowered the fleshlight on his cock, he whimpered and whined in pleasure as you went up and now and praised him, he quickly gave in and cummed, you were so proud of your pretty boy.

“good job sweetheart, let me clean you up ok?” he nodded and you took the fleshlight off his dick and put it on his desk, he whined before moaning and you licked a strip up his cock, cleaning up the cum before stopping and getting up.

You quickly came back into his room with a chux and wiped up him and the mess on the bed before helping him into his boxers, you gave him one of his hoodies and he put it on, you guys cuddled “you did so good baby, I'm so proud of you alright” you caressed his cheek, he was so tired already and he mumbled and then fell asleep in your embrace.

[alltoomaples]

love.jpg - LN

pairing: fem!uni student x lando norris

synopsis: lando gets invested in working with cameras after you talk about your day in photography class and you two discover a new language of love <;33

type: writing + instagram au

a/n: finally writing up the very first writing for my new series until i found you. and ik i have been super super lacked in writing. you guys have no idea how much and many ideas ive got but procastination takes the most of it! im trying my best to work upon it and now that my finals are nearing, i may try to write as a stress breaker soo fingers crossed.

until next one, happy reading <;33

part 2 is out now!! check it out :))

. . . .

You came home from your last class of the semester from uni. As much as you love photography and graphic design, its definitely tiresome when being pursued as a Masters degree. But you won't complain much about it cause at the end of the day, you love what you do. And so does your boyfriend.

"Congrats on completing another semester, bubba!" Lando greets as he speed walks to you and engulfs you in a hug.

You drop your bags carefully and hug him back tight as you mourn in exhaustion. Your whole body gives up that Lando was quick to pick you up and let the both of you fall on the couch. Chuckles leave from your mouth as he leans in and kissed your forehead.

"I'm so so proud of you, Y/N/N" He says, looking into your eye, pinning your hair behind the ear as he rests his hand on your cheek.

"I haven't completed my course, Lan"

"Yet. And soon you will be my personal photographer and designer for Quadrant" Lando says very proudly.

"Well in that case, be ready to say goodbye to your bank accounts" you say, smirking at him as you squish his cheeks.

"I'll be happy to make our joint accounts"

"It's a deal then!"

. . . .

"So tell me about your project?" Lando asks as we clean dishes after dinner.

"Well, basically, we have to make a portfolio for photography class. We need to select a theme and shoot pictures showcasing that theme" you say, as you dried the final plate.

"That sounds so much fun and creative!"

"It is actually! till you finalize the theme cause that's the main brainers" you say as you place the dishes back to the shelves and lando keeps the leftovers in fridge.

"And that's what i'm here for! Let me help you with the picture and theme and stuff" Lando says, being very supportive and super excited like a kid on Christmas morning.

"Bubba, i appreciate you and your help but you'll be busy with race weekends, PR promos and Quadrant stuff. Do you really wanna squish mine on top of this busy business??" you ask, being concerned about him.

He walks over to you, grabbing your face in his and leans in.

"Let me be a part of your project. Think of me as your project buddy who also happens to be your boyfriend" Lando says, making puppy eyes which makes harder to say no to him.

"Alrighty love. You're in!"

"Wooohoooo!!! Let's goooo babyyyy!!" He does his small victory dance as he sung to HSM: we're all in this together

You laughed silently as you walked into your work room and picked up a camera. Lando eventually followed you and found you holding the camera.

"Wait- we are already starting with the work??"

"We haven't even chosen a theme, you dum dums" you say, ruffling his head which messes the small curls a bit.

"Ohh yeah. I'd suggest you to do some trial run shots, like you know, play around capturing day to day events. Maybe something will spark and voila, you'll have a theme ready!" Lando says, as he fixed his hair while looking in the mirror.

"That's actually a great idea bubs!!! I'm gonna do that now. You really do love this subject of mine, don't you??" You ask, as you really loved his input he just gave and you're quite impressed with it.

His level of creativity is something you've always loved and appreciated his talents. And isn't it just lovely to see people talk about their passions!

And this just made you think it's time to finally give him one of your passions.

"This camera is yours from today. I've been wanting to give you this as I've seen you've been very much interested in photography and something you can take along with you and remind you of me" you say, whispering at the end as you felt your cheeks heat up due to the cliché that you just happen to say which isn't a very you thing to do.

Lando stood there with the camera in his hands, in complete awe at the gesture of yours.

"Y/N! you have no idea how much this means to me!! This isn't just any camera, this is one you truly used for your good works" He says, pulling you closer to his. He makes you look up to him, leaning in close as he kisses you softly yet lovingly. Your hands make their way behind his neck, pulling him close to you.

"I love you, so much y/n/n" Lando says, almost as a whisper as he rests his nose with yours.

"and i love you, much more lan" you whisper back with a smile as you do the eskimos kiss.

. . . .

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landonorris: your fellow neighborhood cameraman📸

the best gift from the best <;33 y/n.clicks

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username1: wait Y/N gave her VERY OWN CAMERA TO LANDO!?!?

y/n.clicks: not bad for a beginner! have fun bubby🫶🏼

lando.jpg: learnt from the best ;)) will do!❤️

username2: he learnt with her?! talk about couple goals💗💖💞

charlesleclerc_: well i guess we'll say goodbye to this camera eventually. have you thought this through y/n.clicks 🤔🤔

y/n.clicks: i had a really good run with it soo if it breaks its alright, I'll get a new one 😙

lando.jpg: you two know that i can read your comments right?? hah RUDE😡

username3: i cant- 🤣🤣🤣🤣

username4: we're gonna be seeing what lando wants people to see. I LOVE IT!!!

y/n.clicks

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y/n_l/n: handing over ceremony📷

lando 🤝 lando.jpg

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lanndonorris: key moment of my life and career❤️

y/n.clicks: landonorris bubbaaa🥺💗

username1: i want what they have😭😭💛

carlossainz55: wow, he is growing up🥹🥹

y/n.clicks: ikr!!!🤧🤧

landonorris: you two ughhhhh🙄🙄

username2: this is sooo adorable ahhh!!

username3: thanks to y/n now we're gonna embark the cameraman lando era!

y/n.clicks: this is just the beginning of the era!!

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landonorris: day at the bay with my bae

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username1: oh my. oH mY! OhOh MymY!!😍🤩

y/n.clicks: caption might be chessy af but the pictures, mamma mia🥵😍

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maxfewtrell: now i get it why you ditched for golfing, you simp!

y/n.clicks: wait what!?! lando did that??

lando.jpg: 😳😳😳😳 busted?

ciscanorris: lando ditching golf?? he's soo into his cameraman era!!!🫡💗

username3: everyone say thank you y/n for getting lando a camera

username4: seriously! THANK YOU QUEEN Y/N

lando.jpg: FACTS!! thank you y/n.clicks 🫂🫶🏼

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y/n_l/n: my favourite kind of cheese🧀 landonorris

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username1: the caption🥹😭💖💞💗✨️

username2: them>>>>>>

riabish: LOVE IS IN THE AIR🫶🏼✨️

danielricciardo: you guys are so disgustingly adorable🫡💖

landonorris: now who's the chessier one??😏😏

y/n.clicks: landonorris still YOU🫣

landonorris: 😂😂😂

. . . .

also I'm thinking for a part 2 for this, lemme know if you're interested too :))

check out my works: until i found you masterlist | other works

part 2 is out now!! check it out :))

[agendabymooner]

𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 !!! 𝐥𝐧𝟒 — 𝐨𝐧𝐞

☼ WHO TF IS LANDO NORRIS?

chapter summary: honey-sue is… honey-sue. she knows who she idolizes (and have a crush on; mason mount), she knows that she’s looking forward to getting the hell out of the university after two years of her masters degree program, and she knows that she doesn’t care about the formula one teams that aren't mercedes amg - she also knows she cares about mick schumacher.

so when her fans (who were coincidentally fans of the sports as well) began to ask her things about her lack of interest, more people (mostly just a group of british youtubers and a certain f1 driver) immediately shifted their attention towards the socially awkward woman as she and her brother got invited to a party in monaco hosted by an f1 driver. newsflash: it wasn’t hosted by either lewis hamilton or george russell.

content warning: use of explicit language, chatfic + tweets, mentions of social anxiety

masterlist

HONEY-SIUUUUU

jideeee 😚😚

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

who dis?

HONEY-SIUUUUU

stfu you know this is your best girl stop capping

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

no? idk who you are

HONEY-SIUUUUU

so if i were to say that i told simon about you using his towel to clean up the mess you made in his room then you wouldn’t be phased about it?

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

naw fam i’m all jokes 😭 don’t tell simon

what’s up, honey??? can’t pay your rent this month?

HONEY-SIUUUUU

oh har har 😒 we all know who’s most likely got more money in her savings

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

and we also know who’s most likely to get someone anything she wants because that someone refuses to use her money on any stupid shit for once

HONEY-SIUUUUU

fuck off i’m being practical. at least i haven’t lost my money to crypto

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

ouch ok. i’m hurt 😒

HONEY-SIUUUUU

anyways. I GOT MY FINAL GRADES BACK 😭😭 I WANNA TELL U FIRST BC I FEEL LIKE YOUD BE MORE EXCITED FOR ME

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

ong??? holy shit, that’s fast. did you make it to the president’s list???

HONEY-SIUUUUU

ok but what do i get when i tell you the result? /jk

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

a pat on the back and congratulations? 🤣

HONEY-SIUUUUU

i’m expecting for something more than that but as long as you’re fulfilling your promises i’m solid

BUT ANYWAYS I GOT THE ONLY 4.0 AND PRESIDENT’S LIST 😭😭😭

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

HOLY SHIIIIT LEZGOOOOO

smart ting you are what the fuckkkkk

happy for you honey!!!!! 😮‍💨

lowk wish i’m there rn to celebrate that with you and the mandem 🙃 stupid boxing trainings

HONEY-SIUUUUU

ugh don’t even worry about it jj 😁😁 i was just v excited to share this to u

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

i’ll make it up to you i promise!!! i’m hella proud of u and ur ability to not even have a breakdown during those days ✊

i gtg tho 🙏 congrats again bro! lmk when ur graduation’s gonna be and what u want for this. i’ll ttyl

HONEY-SIUUUUU

forget about it jj— i was just joking when i said get me sumn

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

it’s a good thing i don’t listen to you whenever you tell me not to get you something huh?

HONEY-SIUUUUU

that’s just your guilt from calling me a sket on harry’s diss track.

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

haha just tell me what u want and i’ll get it sorted out as soon as possible

HAROLDINHO

oi honey

PLONKER

oi harold

HAROLDINHO

i’m at the mailbox rn

u got a package

PLONKER

gee do you ever wonder what the mailboxes are for? 🤔🤔

HAROLDINHO

i was going to bring it upstairs but i guess never mind 😒

a simple “oh really? thanks harry!” would suffice

PLONKER

just get up here and bring it 🤡 you could’ve just brought it up instead of texting me

what’s so special about it that you had to text me before you get up here n e ways??

HAROLDINHO

i dunno. something about it screams fancy.

did you get any bag by chance because this seems a bit too expensive

PLONKER

i don’t buy expensive stuff online???

can you come up so i can open it?

HONEY-SIUUUUU

JJ ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?!

LIKE YOURE NOT PULLING MY LEG? AND HARRY’S?!!!

IS THIS REALLY MONACO GP?!

JJ YOU BETTER RESPOND NOW OR IM GONNA BREAK IN YOUR HOUSE AND I KNOW WHERE YOU PUT THE KEYS TO YOUR LAMBO

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

sorry i was on the gym

don’t break into my house

and yes??? you said to get you something right?

HONEY-SIUUUUU

yeah but i was joking 😭😭

this is so cool

but this is expensive. do you take paypal?

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

no tf 🤣

as i said. i’d get you anything you want. but you didn’t tell me what you wanted so i just asked the boys

HONEY-SIUUUUU

you never should’ve listened to harry lmfao

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

lol it was vik and simon who recommended we get you and harry those tickets lololol

i was like “hmm idk what to get her” so they were like get you a trip to monaco or something. they specifically said get you a paddock pass for mercedes

so like go see your michael schumacher or that ken doll you showed me

HONEY-SIUUUUU

jj babes 🤣🙃 mick is in haas

and the fact that we’re taking your jet too 😭😭 you didn’t have to go all out on me

but seriously thank you thank you thank you

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

letting you know as well that will, filly and chunkz are coming along. they got passes from mclaren and all that. it'll be a full plane lol. so it won’t be as overwhelming for you and harry to go alone

HONEY-SIUUUUU

no way?!!!! MY FRIEND FILLYS COMING ?! 😭😭

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

yeah lol

so you have fun in monaco. everything’s been paid for by your personal bank account

HONEY-SIUUUUU

ugh my personal bank account is so fucking amazing

i could give ‘im a lil kiss on the mouth rn 😮‍💨😮‍💨

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

naw don’t do that i don’t think your brother would like that

lmk if there’s anything else you’d like i’ll see what i can do 👍😉

HONEY-SIUUUUU

a little kiss of appreciation on the mouth for you?

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

no 🤣🤣🤣

RIABISH

hey! i hope this isn’t so weird but you’re honey-sue right? wroetoshaw’s sister?

HONEYSUE

uh hi.

yes it’s me. it does say it on my username and bio. sorry if this is very rude.

RIABISH

no no! all good haha!

i just wanted to confirm! we got the information from will about you. i’ve known the sidemen and your brother but when he mentioned you were coming along to the race in monaco i had to look you up :)

i’m ria btw! i happened to be acquainted with him and filly bc we collab’d with them before. quadrant?

HONEYSUE

i’ve heard of you guys before because will spike a lot about you lots.

RIABISH

all good things i hope 😉

HONEYSUE

haha. yeah.

nice to meet you

RIABISH

likewise :))

we’ve been told of you because apparently you got lucky with ksi getting you free tickets and trip to monaco for the race

HONEYSUE

yeah idk.

i don’t watch formula one as much as i used to years ago. i don’t know much about who’s racing now and whatnot except from whatever’s happening with merc

RIABISH

oh… not at all?

not even mclaren?

HONEYSUE

no. this will be the first time i’ll be watching in a while.

RIABISH

you seem very nice!

listen, will and filly said you’re all flying in at the sunday before the race week begins. lando’s got will, filly and chunkz paddock passes and they’re all hanging around with us quadrant lots for the week.

would you and w2s be interested in coming with us? take you around monaco and get to know each other better since we all live in london and all :))) lando’s been wanting to meet harry for a while so him being in the monaco gp would def work out for all parties. lando will also be hosting a party in his flat in monaco. what do you think??

HONEYSUE

uh

to be honest you’ve lost me at the first message. if you don’t mind— can i ask who lando is? i’m not like any sidemen people— i don’t watch f1 as much as i used to.

i’ve heard of his name before. but that’s because there are people on my twitter saying he’s made references about my videos and songs and whatnot.

i really don’t know who he is

RIABISH

ah right.

that’s alright ;)

lando drives for mclaren and he has the driver number 4. he’s actually one of the members of quadrant. he races and all that! that’s how will and the lots got their passes lol

HONEYSUE

oh okay.

about the invitation.

i think it’s ideal you ask my brother or shoot him a message in insta about it.

he’ll gladly answer

thank you for the offer. i’m sure he’d say yes. i have to go sadly. i’ll talk to you later!

RIABISH

okie. ttyl 👋

MINI HARRY

you absolute knobhead

you call me socially inept all the time yet you’re out here trying to get me to talk to people?!

WILLIAM²

wdym?

oh my god. i am so so sorry

i didn’t think ria would actually be sending and shooting a message to your way

MINI HARRY

you know what

i don’t even care

whatever it’s not like i’d be talking to them anyway.

WILLIAM²

if you’re talking about not being around them during the week nice try.

because harry just said he’d come along with us in monaco before the race. so the chances of you being friends with the quadrant lads are high.

i’m not sure if it’s just me but lando’s more than excited to meet you. harry just ok’d that you two would hang out with us.

MINI HARRY

oh my god. does anybody in my circle ever use their brain?!

[elis-blawg222]

November 8 - Friday

Whew! Caught up at last!! (took me long enough)

Today was actually pretty good. I called Angel before school which made me really happy!! (I love him sm ill sob rn actually). My class wasn't toooo bad. The teacher talked sooo much ugh, but I drew the whole time so it was fine. I made my oc thinnn n pretty, love him. Also we had to go around the room and talk to people for like 30 minutes. 30. (did yk you have 30 minutes??)

It was so nerve wracking, especially because I was unprepared lol. I bet I looked like such a total weirdo with the lack of eye contact I was making, but at the time I was just trying not to break a nervous sweat LMAO.

Then, after my class I went to the library (on call w/Ange) and did an assignment. I went home afterwards because my phone was gonna die, and I needed my charger.

After a bit at home, I went to my next class, and I had a test in this one. It went good I think! We studied beforehand which I'm really grateful for.

We had a break in this class, so I went to walk around for a minute, and during this my mom texted me with:

"Eli

What did u eat today"

...

nothing. So, I said "I had some chicken nuggetss after my class hehe"

to which she responded "No fries no pop. How many nuggets"

GURL. So i was like "I did get some fries lol? and i got 10 why?"

and she just CONVENIENTLY NEVER RESPONDED. UGH.

(but wait theres more.)

After my class ended I went home and got ready for work. I was otp w/Angel (because seriously when am I not?) and he was playing minecraft. It was so peaceful and entertaining to watch and listen to him play- I loved every bit of it. Then, we talked about how we should play together (I ltrly will do anything to idc).

Work was actually ehh, not toooo bad. My dad and friend and her mom stopped by which was nice, and also my hairdresser LOL. They both tipped really well (obviously my dad did but yk).

I went home after what felt like one billion years, I was so so so happy. When I got home I just said a few things about my day like I usually do, and made sure to slip in the fact that I got a free meal at work. Which isn't wrong, I did, but I didn't get anything. I actually am just gonna let my friend get something tomorrow. but they don't have to know all that shhhhhhhh.

Then my mom stopped in front of me and was like what did you eat? and so i repeated myself bc no one listens to me <3

(I told her fried chicken tenders, fries, mac and cheese for context, a very 'me' meal tbh or at least it was)

Then, she was like "how many chicken tenders?" "no drink?" "did you finish it? all of it?" "so then you ate 2 full meals today?"

oh. my god. like. genuinely.

why. is. she. interrogating. me. pls. fucking. leave. me. alone. IM GENUINELY MORTIFIED AND HONESTLY IM SO AGGRIVATED. LET ME STARVE IN PEACE HOLY FUCK.

I tried to act like a normal person and be like ??? why are you interrogating me? BC WHY ARE YOU (as if I'm not literally starving myself)

She was just like "because I need to make sure you're getting nutrients." ok girl.

Then, I went to my room and she went to bed. I cleaned my room a bit and did a homework assignment, so I'm pretty proud of myself.

Also if you couldn't tell by now I fasted today. I was gonna either 48 hr fast or do 2 24 hr fasts back to back, but I think I'm just gonna do around 36 hrs. I wanna eat in front of my mom tomorrow so maybe she'll start leaving me alone (I seriously doubt it).

It just gets really frustrating when every meal I have she thinks isn't enough, even when I'm genuinely full. I can't eat like I used to like I physically cannot, she has to get that.

Anywho, I was thinking of making some cucumber boats tomorrow, I think it'll be fun.

Total Steps: 6.7k

Look at me meeting my step goal for once. I'm gonna start really making an effort at meeting it!

'Til tomorrow :)

(P.S. actually getting activity on these makes me so nervous but haiii)

[born2b-beheaded]

I'm getting grounded for a long time

Vent ↓

I just hate myself so much sometimes. I've been so depressed recently and I've been unable to will myself to clean my room or vacuum. It's been bad. But the past few days I was feeling slightly better and thought things were looking up. I got home from school today and started cleaning my room!! I was so happy!! And my friend gave me their old binder today, so I felt so good! I genuinely haven't felt that good about myself in weeks. I was so proud- I finally started cleaning my room! And my chest is flat!!

But my stepdad called me downstairs. He scolded me for around an hour, telling me how disappointed and angry he is, and why can't I just clean my room like everybody else?? I don't have time to go in detail but he said I was always asking for everything and I just felt like such a spoiled burden. I just feel so shitty about myself.

I hate myself so much. The worst part is that I had a good day today. I felt good about myself. I genuinely thought, for the first time in months, "it's gonna be okay."

But anyway, I'm grounded now. I probably will be for around a month. Maybe if I'm lucky it'll only be a week. I'm going to try to get myself ungrounded quickly, but I obviously can't promise anything.

I just want to say thank you to all my friends here and that I love you all and I'm gonna miss you for the next month or so. I will be back!!!! Draw a picture of me making out with Trent or something while im gone idk

[zqteez]

happy birthday | k.ys x reader

summary: just yeosang giving you one of the best birthday gifts you’ve had in a while :)

wc: 631

genre: fluff & smut (fluffy smut..??)

warnings: softdom!yeosang, sub!reader, breast play, finger sucking, unprotected (dont do that!), fingering, kissing (slopping/lazy kissing), oral (f reciving) if i missed anything lmk!!

a/n: my first yeosang fluff/smut story im lowk kinda excited 🤗 i hope you guys enjoy because this random idea just popped in my head at 9pm while brushing my teeth 😭🫶

it’s 11 at night, cold with the stars shining and blinging through the blinds through the room you share with yeosang. the night before your birthday. you’ve always loved your birthday. it was like your favorite holiday even though it wasn’t a holiday. “remember tomorrows your special day tomorrow so i’ll do anything you want tomorrow my love” yeosang whispers into your ear while holding your in his arms. “are you sure i can do whatever i want and you’ll agree with it?” you turn around facing him. you love his features on his face, you love everything about him. he was meant for you. “yes, yes love anything, now go get your beauty rest princess, i love you so much.” he kisses your temple before dozing off. “i love you too, baby.” you kiss him on his forehead before you go sleeping in his arms.

(time skip to 7am)

Saturday at 7 in the morning, sun glistening through the blinds, bed messy but your still laid in it. you suddenly wake up to yeosang not being in your arms anymore. “yeosang..?” you mumble still in a lazy morning voice. you realize he wasn’t even in the room with you, but your room smelled very nice, warm like vanilla. your favorite scent. you decide to get up, get ready to go find yeosang and get ready for the day in general.

you finished getting ready and head to the kitchen to see yeosang standing there with flowers, cake and heart shaped red balloons in his hands. “happy birthday my love!” he screeches at you while popping a confetti popper. “oh my gosh?? yeosang thank you so much!” you run over to him hugging you then kissing his cheek. “baby, i hope you have the best birthday ever.” he smashes his lips into yours. tounges roaming each other’s mouth. the kiss was sloppy but wonderful. “let me make it up to you baby..” he carries you back to the bedroom bridal style pushing you into the bed.

“open and suck.” his fingers go towards your mouth and you open your mouth as you take yeosang’s fingers to your mouth. sucking and twirling around his knuckles. he takes his free hand and removes your shirt. “didn’t even put ona bra when you woke up?” you shake your head no. “fuck..” he takes his free hand and starts to play with your hardened nipples and massaging your breast making you moan onto his fingers. he removes his fingers from your mouth, pulls down your panties and starts playing with your throbbing clit.

he pushes his fingers in and out faster and faster then eventually you came on his hands, taking his hands out of you he licks them clean making you whine at the scene. “you want a condom or no?” he asks in concern. “no, i want you to fill me up with your seed please..” you whine making him curse under his breath. pushing his hands into your hips and pushing his cock into you making you moan. “fuck your so pretty when your like this..” he groans. the moaning, whimpers and groans bouncing off the walls you might think your neighbors below and above you might have to write a noise complaint about you both, but you didn’t care. you wanted people to hear how good he was making you feel. “fuck, darling i’m gonna-“ hot cum shoots into you painting your walls.

yeosang stares at the scene he made. he’s so proud. after a long minute of you both coming back to reality, he mumbles into your breast, “i love you so much, happy birthday.” “i love you too.” you kiss him on the forehead. “now, lets get cleaned up and cuddle afterwards or do you wanna go somewhere?” you hum. “cuddle.” he smiles.

[urfavoritedcwhore]

the russian boy//part six

warnings: swearing, mention’s of blood, mention’s of violence

lowercase intended

part six: the deal

i walk out of the bathroom, my thoughts in a 𝚝𝚑𝚎 blur. fuck fuck fuck fuck. why did i do that. why the fuck did i do that. my feet take me outside to the parking lot, im on autopilot. i walk to boris's car and open the drivers side door falling into his lap sobbing. "lucy?", i can hear theo say as i sob into boris's t shirt. "what happened? what's wrong?", boris says lifting me up and walking me to the back seat, placing me and himself back in the car. he looks at my hands, "fuck, are you bleeding?", he says worried. he tries to take one of my hands but as soon as i touches it i recoil back in pain. i shake my head no and look at theo. "it was the girl from english,", i turn my head to boris, "your ex girlfriend.", i say embarrassed. i realize im crying and wipe my clean hand across my cheek. boris looks at theo, "go back inside theo, we leave now. i pick you up later, yes?.", he says. theo, who's mouth is open in horror and confusion, nods and crawls across to the drivers side and leaves the car. boris lifts my chin up, "i take you to my house now, ok? we talk there.", he says before opening the back door and getting back in the drivers seat. the ride home is silent. the only thing i hear is my heart pounding and the thoughts racing through my head. he's going to hate me. i just met him yesterday and have already punched his ex like some crazy obsessed girlfriend. he's gonna get scared and never talk to me again. in a month theo and him will laugh about the crazy bitch they spent the night with one night and freaked out the next day. he pulls into his driveway and gets out of the car. as i hold my head down in shame and anger, he opens the back door. "let's go inside.", he says holding out his hand to me. i grab it, flinching from the pain in my own hand when i do so. we walk inside, my hand still in his as he leads me to the kitchen sink. as soon as he lets go of my hand i cover it with my other. he looks at me, "let me see.", he says looking in my puffy eyes. i bring my hand up, limp, as he takes it and examines it. "it's not broken,", he says, "is good thing, we won't have to go to hospital.", he tells me with a serious yet sympathetic voice. he runs the water at the kitchen sink, and puts my hand under it. i wince in pain as he softy cleans kailey's blood off of it. i'm a horrible person. sure she might have said something's i didn't deserve, but she definitely didn't deserve to get punched for it.    my thoughts are interrupted as he turns off the water and leads me to the small couch in the living room. he picks popchyk, who was peacefully sleeping, up off the couch and places him on the floor. he sits me and himself down and lifts my head up to look at me. "what happened?", he asked in a caring tone. i take a deep breath, "i walked into the bathroom and i swear i didn't even realize it was her. she started saying all this stuff to me, telling me i was a slut, saying that i slept with you, saying that everyone at school would know how easy i am. i promised didn't even make the connection to who she was till i-", he cuts me off. "till you put her in her place.", he says. confusion twists around my face. is he not pissed at me? is he not scared of my outburst? does he not think i'm some psycho bitch? he sees the look on my face and speaks again, "she can be a real bitch. you stood up for yourself. you didn't take her shit.", he says still holding my face. i spit out the first words i can think of, "your not mad?", i say still shocked. this makes him laugh, "ha! mad? no, i'm proud new girl. you've got balls. she's fucking crazy! anyone at school will tell you that.", he says smiling. he seems almost amused? even maybe impressed? "i promise i wasn't being a weirdo crazy bitch when i did it, i was just so..so fucking mad she would talk to me like that.", i say remembering the way she spoke to me. "trust, she's gotten her ass beat plenty times for running her mouth.", he tells me. 

"well why hasn't she learned her fucking lesson yet? boris she was talking about you like you two were...a thing. tell me if there's something there, cause if there is i shouldn't be sharing a bed with you, i shouldn't be wearing your clothes, i shouldn't be-", he cuts me off again, but not with words this time. he cuts me off with a kiss. he pulls away and looks at me, "ive been wanting to do that since yesterday. nothing between me and her. but something between us, yes? i know it's fast but i feel it.". my mind is in jumbles, i don't understand what just happened. i don't understand what to say. of course i feel the same way, but everything is happening too fast. i don't want to rush into something with a kid i just fucking met yesterday. i'm not twelve years old, i don't just get into a relationship with the first guy who shows interest in me. but fuck. there's something special about this russian boy. my body overpowers my mind. i kiss him back.

i pull away as soon as my mind realizes what im doing. "i-i can't be in a relationship right now. i can't be the girl who gets into a relationship with someone she just met. i'm not that type of person.", i stutter, i honestly can't tell if im saying this for him to understand, or for me. he smiles and shrugs his shoulders unfazed by my words. "i guess we won't call this a relationship then, we'll call it...", he thinks for a moment, "a friendship. but the kind where im allowed to do this," he leans in and kisses me again. he pulls away, "and you tell me when you want to call it something different, yes?", he says with a smile. fuck. i look at him as he waits for my answer, "we can't tell anyone, not theo, not anyone at school. not until we figure out if the connection is genuine, or just some random physical attraction. understood?", i say in the most serious tone i can muster. "like secret. yes, i can keep us a secret until you're ready.", he says thinking about my words and taking in exactly what they mean. "it's a deal.", he says holding out his hand. i take his hand , "it's a deal", i say shaking it. "ow fuck!", i say when i pull my hand back. he laughs, "come new girl, let's get you some ice for that right hook.", he says helping me off the couch. this is either going to be amazing, or the worst decision i've ever made.

authors note:

sorry for the short part!

hope you all liked this! i decided to give the people what they want and started to make things between lucy and boris a little more interesting. i was gonna wait a few parts to start their "romantic relationship", but i think this works well considering the tension between them.

[lovejosephquinn]

imagine this: send a video to joe where you fingerfuck your wet pussy until you squirt for him 😭

💀💀💀💀

It’d been a week since you’d seen your Joseph, sexual frustration was burning high between you since you were usually at it like rabbits whenever you got the chance.

You: ‘Are you busy? I got a present for you’

Joe: ‘No my love, never too busy for you’

You: ‘Have fun then baby ;)’

The video pops up onto his phone suddenly, a still of your sweet cunt appearing and he gasps not wasting another moment; Joe slides down his sweatpants and throws them to the other side of the room. In position and ready to watch, he presses play giggling in excitement, his bulge tightening instantly.

Joe watched from the screen as your fingers were coated in your slick, the way you danced your fingertips up and down between your folds and the way you whimper as you spread your legs further had him palming his boxers as he laid in the hotel room bed without you, imagining what it’d be like to be there with you right now.

Throbbing quite obviously, Joe shimmied his boxers down, his hand gripping his length, watching the way your finger circled around your clit, the moans loudening. “I wish you were here and this were your cock rubbing on my clit baby, fuck” you moaned his name, pushing another finger onto your clit, dancing them around it and suddenly bringing the camera up to your lips, sucking on your fingers, smirking slightly as you put it back into position and plunging two fingers inside your gaping hole. “You see what you do to me Joey, the unholy thoughts you give me. I need you so bad.”

Joe moaned, his cock leaking slightly whilst he gawked at the entirety of your fingers disappearing into your cunt, fucking your hips into them and curling them up just as he would. His cock was twitching intensely, his eyes shutting suddenly as he tugged hard, his brain working over time to fantasise you bouncing on top of him as his cock stood proud enveloped in his fist. Hearing your moans made even more noises erupt from his throat. “Fuck baby, your pussy feels so good on my cock.” Joe opened his eyes instantly, just at the right time when his retinas started burning on his phone screen, seeing the way your hips bucked, your body squirmed and you were erratically rubbing your fingers back over your clit. “I’m gonna cum for you baby.” You screeched, your juices came flying out, squirting all over your sheets as you cried out his name for the last time, breathing eccentrically from your high.

Joe sat up and got onto his knees, close to his orgasm saw him grabbing his phone and getting onto the camera, hitting play on the video shutter as he filmed himself jerking his cock hard, spitting down onto his hand and lathering it in his salvia, his growls and whimpers echoing the hotel room as he fucked into his fist. “You see what you’ve done to me Y/N, you see how easy you make me wanna cum? God I wish it was inside your pretty little pussy. Fuck baby, fuck fuck fuck.”

Joe was a goner. His cock spurted out a handsome amount of cum all over his fist and the bedsheets, the way he cried out your name just as you had his. “Thats it, take my cum you cockhungry slut.” You could practically hear his lungs screaming out for air, the climax intense as he pictured your fingers slipping in and out perfectly. Ending the video and wiping his cum covered fingers on the edge of the bed sheets,Joe sent the responsive video back to you, along with the message:

Joe: ‘Such a naughty girl, you made me react so well. Enjoy my reply. Had I of known we were playing this game the video would’ve been longer. I love you so fucking much.’

He went to clean up and then got back into bed, seeing a notification from you a few minutes prior.

You: ‘I didn’t expect that back, but jesus im so glad you did. Maybe I’ll warn you next time ;) I love you so much more. I can’t wait for that to be real life.’

Joe: ‘Won’t be long now beautiful, you’re in for it when I get to touch you again.’

You: ‘That a threat or a promise?’

Joe: ‘Both ;)’

[eijirousbestie]

I’m not sure if my request have been sent to you or not but here we ge. Bakugou drawing with reader this time just quite and pace a day later he would notice reader putting his drawing in a nice and viable place in her wall like she is proud of him , im craving for some fluff🥹

Yes I got your last request too!! I try to crank these new stories out at least twice a month cuz of daily life but I got around to it today🫵🏽 I’ll combine ur last request with this one since it’s kinda the same premise. As always thank y’all for reading and I hope you enjoy! If y’all have any special requests PLS SHARE THEM WITH ME!! I’d love to write them<33

“Stick to art.”

painting together

peaceful silence

Bakugou is actually good at painting

may or may not have based the painting off of one I actually made…

* * *

“For the love of god will you stop hogging all the white paint?”

“Quit whinin’ will ya? I’ll hand it back just give me a sec here.” You in fact did not get the paint back in a few seconds. With the way he’s got it in a death grip you’re not entirely sure it’ll survive the trip back to you.

“Katsuki, your knuckles are literally turning white from how hard you’re squeezing the tube. You don’t even need that much.”

“You know the more you talk the less “enjoyable” this bright idea of yours is.” He places the tube of paint down on the ground next to your knee.

You both are in your dorm room, your usual tarp covering the flooring under you from any stray paint splatters. It was your grand idea to have the both of you paint together. Actually, it was to prove to Bakugou that painting wasn’t as easy as he chucked it up to be. It started with his comments about your art earlier in the week. You were working on another project for class and spent hours painting and refining the details. The boisterous blonde disrupted your thoughts in place of his own. Why the hell’s this taking so long? It’s just an apple, he’d question. To him, a painting should never take more than at least two hours tops. If anything, watching you paint for hours on end was the coolest thing to him because how could someone have that much patience? He’d never admit it though. And now here you both are, having a painting session in your room to prove to him it’s not as easy as he thinks.

Grabbing the now freed white paint you add a small glob of it to your palette, mixing the specific color you needed. You both have already been painting for almost an hour. It’s Saturday and you didn’t have anything better to do. Before you both started, you’d searched Pinterest for painting ideas. Scrolling through various cartoon characters, Bakugou settles on painting a simple white skull against a black background. The reference is such a him choice. You chose yours a little while after him but refused to tell him your idea. He rolled his eyes and started sketching on the small canvas you’d given him, occasionally asking you if his proportions were accurate.

You both had fallen into a quiet peace. The windows drawn to let the last bits of sun in. The soft sounds of your music thrumming through your small speaker. The slosh of water being dirtied up in solo cups as Bakugou cleans his brush. Just all around good vibes and harmless bickering here and there. You swear you’ve never seen him so relaxed, other than the time he fell asleep while you were drawing him. You look up from your canvas and catch a glimpse of Bakugou’s face. Trimmed eyebrows pinched together in a stare of pure concentration, his lips slightly tucked in as he works on the details of the skull.

His painting technique is quite impressive. Understandably not to your level, but if he took art seriously he could be one hell of an artist. The way he changes the pressure of his grip when outlining the teeth of the skull has you eyeing his piece in astonishment. Where the hell did he learn that from?

“You gonna keep starin’ at my shit or are you actually gonna give your input.” Your gaze lifts from his painting to him. You give a slightly confused look.

“Wait what.”

“Asked if I was doing this line stuff right but you looked lost as hell. Told you to leave that dope alone.” You roll your eyes.

“Ya mama. And yeah you’re doing it right. Just don’t make em too thick.” He side eyes you so hard you’re sure his eyes are about to roll out of his head.

“You’re lucky I’m goin’ to therapy.”

“Aren’t we all.” You give a brief chuckle and continue to work on your painting. The light pink background against the chosen figures ties the whole piece together. A particular song plays from the shuffle queue of your music library. It’s one that you and Bakugou both know. You quietly hum along, bobbing your head. Your ears pick up a rather deep tremor that joins your humming. He’s humming along too, eyes laser focused on his work. In the most non-corny way possible, you try to harmonize with him, doing decent until you miss a note halfway through. He makes sure you’re aware he noticed.

“Stick to art.” He snickers, shoulders softly shaking.

“Mind your business.”

“I’ll do what I wanna do.” He retorts. He’s so sassy and for what.

Another couple hours pass and you’ve both finished your paintings. Katsuki lifts his painted skull with pride, his ego through the roof. It’s actually a pretty solid painting. Albeit, simple, but not bad at all.

“Goddamn Kats, you didn’t do half bad.” You chide with a grin.

“Damn right. Told you this shit’s easy. Just gotta get over gettin stuck in the details.”

“That’s funny because you asked for my help with line work but go off I guess.”

“You’re just a resource. Gotta use what I can to get where I need to be.”

“Damnnn ouch. That’s all I am to you? Katsuki I’m hurt.” You feign heartbreak as you dramatically hold your hand over your heart.

“Idiot. You gonna show me what you ended up paintin’ or not?” You nod, grabbing your canvas and flipping it over to show him your piece.

His eyes are met with an image of two bears, one white, one brown. Their cheeks are smushed together in some sort of side hug. The brown bear does not look amused. He clicks his tongue and tilts his head.

“You really love cutesy shit don’t you?”

You shrug. “Not my fault the Pinterest bears were cute. Stay mad but I’m in my bag.”

“The fuck’s that even mean-”

“Shhh you’re being a hater right now.” He shakes his head as he chuckles deeply, shoving his hands in the pockets of his sweats.

“Yeah you’re really lucky I’m in therapy.” You laugh with him and reach for his painting that he left on the ground.

“You gonna leave this behind after you worked so hard on it?” You question. He shrugs.

“Don’t really got a place for it. I ain’t really into displaying things like you. You keep it or something.” You hold onto both paintings as he announces his departure to his room.

The next morning, he wakes up and starts his usual routine. Shower, brushing his teeth and skincare. The shuffle of his house shoes fills the quiet of the halls as he journeys to your room to make sure you’re up to go on your Sunday morning run together. He knocks once, twice and gets no reply. He jiggles the doorknob and he finds it unlocked, meaning you’re probably not inside. He opens your door and looks around to find no you. But what he does find makes his face go warm. There on the wall adjacent to the door, hangs his skull painting right next to yours. A ghost of a smile graces his lips as he shakes his head, closing the door to your room to go and grab you for your run.

bonus: the paintings y’all made

Bakugou’s:

Yours: *optional*

fun fact this is actually a painting I made a few months ago😭

[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 178. brb x oc

a/n: is this...okay? i hope so, but i am kinda proud of it ngl <3 (comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!! they make my nights they really do<3)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none besides these two are so in love im gonna cry.

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Beatrice was doing what she planned to do, which meant taking care of herself. This was her last week at the bar, so she wanted to be at her best both physically and mentally. With her pregnancy more and more apparent, she knew questions would be asked and she didn’t want to make people wonder ‘oh are you pregnant?’ they usually dropped the ‘again’ after a while.

She wets her throat with some water, hearing Nicole babbling happily in the living room as they both wait for Michael to show up. He wanted to stay with Nikki tonight, since Hannah and her son are there too and it’d be nice for them to meet finally. She smiles softly, shaking her head, because never in her life she’d think her former bully would date her brother and she’d be very okay with that.

She didn’t speak to Rooster that week, which was okay, she knew he was very busy with everything and tried to calm her heart because he was completely fine and alright. She leans back against the counter, turning her head to where she could see Nicole watching tv with a huge smile on her face. She sent him a picture of her teeth, they were fully out now, well, the bottom ones were.

It was adorable, she wrote in the message, she is no longer bothered by it which is really good. I hope the pictures help you while away Roos :) 

She stared at the message for a few seconds, the sprinkles of hope filling her heart thinking that maybe he’d see it now and immediately reply, but of course it didn’t happen. She sighed, slipped her phone back in her pocket and ignored it for the rest of the day because wishing for it to happen didn’t mean it would.

So now she’s just there, by the kitchen, waiting until it was time to go. Beatrice sipped her water again, then leaned back to look at the glass, smacking her lips, “Strange,’ she mutters, “I think I’m tasting something that isn’t there. Or there’s some soap in the glass, tastes weird.”

“Maybe you’re just saying that to keep those pretty lips clean,gorgeous.”

She could hear his voice right beside her and she couldn’t help the smile that spread over her face, her cheeks warming up, “Is that supposed to mean you want a kiss?” she asks the nothing and is surprised when  she feels his huge hands cupping his shoulders and the warm of his front pressing up against her back. She closes her eyes briefly, she could smell his cologne.

“Could be.” his disembodied voice says “I do like kissing you.”

“You do, everywhere it seems.”

‘Oh yeah, just you wait. I’m going to kiss you all over.”

“I’ll be heavily pregnant by the time you get back.” she laughs softly, leaning back against his chest. He was solid, “Are you sure?”

She feels his lips on her face, the tickle of his mustache against her skin and the curl of his smile before he whispers, “I’m always sure when it comes to you,gorgeous.” he says “Wait for me.”

“Always.” and she leans back a bit more, but this time her eyes open and she remembers she’s…at home, alone and that he’s so far away from them. She sighs, placing the empty glass in the sink, reminding herself to wash it once she gets home from the bar later.

Beatrice takes a moment to collect herself,rubbing her temples and clenching her jaw, the brief fantasy of Rooster's presence fading away. She knows that longing for him won't change the reality of their situation, no matter how much she tries. With a heavy sigh, she pushes the thoughts aside and turns to where Nicole was, crossing her arms over her chest, her boots soles hitting the floor and making the little girl look back at her.

“Mama!”

“Hi,honey!” she coos, picking her up from the floor so they could sit on the couch together, “Are you enjoying your show?” Dr.Chimp was giving a fish CPR by making it chug water…that’s a bit weird, wasn’t it?  Nicole giggled, as if agreeing with her mother, letting Beatrice hug her close as they watched tv.

She checked her phone for the time, then looked at the window in hopes to see Michael’s car, “Your uncle is late.” She gently strokes her daughter's hair as she says that, feeling the thin and soft baby hairs touching her finger, as she glances at the window one more time, she notices the darkening sky and wonders why Michael is running late. 

Just as she starts to worry, and was about to call their mother, the sound of a car parking on the front of the house catches her attention. Relief washes over her as she sees Michael stepping out of the vehicle through the curtains, “Finally.” she says goodbye to the dogs, who are now happily asleep, Eleanor being the only one half awake. She stands up with Nicole in her arms, excitement evident in her light green eyes as she vibrates with joy.

"Uncle Michael's here!" she exclaims, her voice filled with joy. She opens the front door and walks out onto the porch to greet him, the second her daughter sees Michael, she lets out a happy squeal. Michael approaches with a smile, his arms open for a hug.

"Hey, sis," he says, giving her a warm embrace. "Sorry I'm late. Traffic was a nightmare."

Beatrice returns the hug, rolling her eyes. "It's alright, I forgive you." she replies, her voice laced with affection. Nicole wriggles even more, holding onto Michael’s shirt and tugging on the fabric to call his attention.

Michael's eyes light up as he glances at Nicole, who is looking at him with the cutest smile in her face, ‘Oh there’s my little booger!”

“Michael.”

“She is a little booger.” he smiles, booping his niece’s nose and earning a giggle, “I have everything ready for tonight, by the way. Hannah is just waiting at home right now and -” his sister gives him a knowing look, one that makes him stop and sigh, “Yes, we’re living together.”

“Has it been long?”

“Since Christmas.”

“Since Christmas!” she laughs, “And you didn’t tell anyone about it, obviously.”

Michael looked like the child who was just reprimanded for eating a cookie, looking away from her, “You know how everyone is. Anyway, don’t you have to go to the bar and work? And I’ll take you there?”

Beatrice nods, her playful smile never fading as she walks over to the car. "Yeah, I was just waiting for you and you know it’s quite a drive there, and I’ll have some questions for you.”" she replies, readjusting Nicole in her arms. "And thanks, I appreciate the ride."

Michael sighs, scratching his head before opening the door so she could put Nikki first,Beatrice buckles Nicole into her car seat, making sure she's comfortable and secure only to step back “Done! Now I go.” she walks around her brother who looks less than amused at her reaction, hearing him close the back door as soon as she gets inside. She’s already looking at him when he sits on the driver’s seat.

“Stop it.”

“What?”

He turns on the car, giving her a shifty glare, “You look like Marina.” he pauses, “It’s not a compliment.”

“She’s still our sister,Mikey.” and she purposefully used the nickname because she knew he’d hate it, “So…it is a compliment yeah.”

Michael rolls his eyes at Beatrice's teasing, but a smile tugs at the corner of his lips. "Fine, fine. It's a compliment then," he concedes, starting the car and pulling out of the driveway. "But let's focus on more important things, like your last week at the bar. Are you feeling okay about it?"

Beatrice leans back in her seat, resting her head against the headrest and deciding that she was okay not talking about those news yet…for now. "Yeah, I'm feeling good about it. It's the right time for me to step away and focus on the babies." She looks out the window, watching the familiar streets pass by. "Plus, being visibly pregnant behind the bar would have raised a lot of questions. I'd rather leave on a high note and not have people gossiping about it."

“More than they already do?’

“More than they already do.”

Michael nods in understanding. "Makes sense. You deserve some time off and a chance to relax before the little ones arrive." He glances at Beatrice, concern in his eyes. "Speaking of which, have you been taking it easy? I know how stubborn you can be sometimes."

Beatrice gasps in offense “I’m not stubborn! I just…I just,well I've been trying, Mikey. Promise. I've been cutting back on my hours at the bar, taking more breaks, and making sure to get enough rest." She reaches over and pats her baby bump affectionately. "The little co-pilots here seem to be doing just fine."

"That's good to hear," Michael says, his voice filled with genuine relief. "You know we're all here to support you, right? If you ever need anything, just let us know. Mom, Dad, and I are just a phone call away." he pauses, “And Gui would fly from New York to see you.”

“Yes,I know.”

“So is Bri but you know, she’s a lot busier and such.”

Beatrice smiles warmly at her brother, touched by his words. "I know, Mikey. And I appreciate it more than you know,I know you all will be there for me. I couldn't ask for a better support system." she looks back outside, following the line of palm trees she was so used to seeing, “And it’s going to help along the way too,since Roos is away.”

Michael glances at Beatrice, his expression softening. "Yeah, I can imagine it's tough with Rooster being away. But hey, you're a strong woman, Bea. You've got this. And when he comes back, it'll be even better."

Beatrice smiles, . "Thank you, Michael. Looks like Hannah has been a good influence on you." he sighs in annoyance, looking at the stop sign instead of his sister, “You’d usually throw a joke in there too.”

“I’m waiting for the segue.” he mutters, “Also don’t tease me, Leo already teased me enough.” and he shouldn’t have done that because now she wanted to know, “Okay, listen, just because the two of you are the youngest of all six of us that doesn’t mean you have to tease your older brother.”

“You tease us all the time!”

‘Yeah, but that’s my job.” he says with his hands up in the air, as if it was obvious, “I’m the…fourth oldest. Shit I had to count in my head, but yeah,I’m the fourth oldest, and the coolest one, therefore that’s my job.”

Beatrice’s soft ‘ah’ followed by her smile was the answer he was expecting. "Of course, the self-proclaimed 'coolest' one. But don't worry, I won't steal your thunder." 

Michael smirks, glancing at her briefly before focusing back on the road. "Good to know you understand your place, little sis." He teases, emphasizing the word 'little' to get a reaction out of her.

Beatrice narrows her eyes at him, feigning offense. "Little? I'll have you know I'm only a few inches shorter than you. That doesn't make me little." 

“You are five seven.” he points to himself, “I’m six two, so…you are little.”

She pokes her finger into his side, eliciting a surprised yelp from him."Okay, okay, I take it back! Jesus woman!" Michael chuckles, swatting her hand away playfully. "You're not little, you're just vertically challenged."

Beatrice raises an eyebrow, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "Oh, so now you're making height jokes? I thought we agreed to be nice to each other. You were always the nicest to me too,so."

Michael laughs, shaking his head. "Alright, fair point. No more height jokes, I promise." He glances at her, “But you are short- OW!”

-

McAllister’s plan was risky, more than either of them thought. Rooster, while appreciating the pilot’s suggestion, chose to tell him the cons of it and how they couldn’t ‘head into the wolf’s den with guns blazing’ because it made no sense. McAllister deflated a bit, apologizing as if he insulted Rooster’s family but the other pilot just laughed and said it was fine, “Just remember this,” he gestures to the base and the officers walking by, “It’s a group effort. That could work if it was just one jet.”

"I appreciate the suggestion, McAllister," Rooster said, his voice firm but gentle. "But we can't rush into this without careful consideration. We're dealing with a dangerous situation, and we need to approach it strategically."

McAllister nodded, his enthusiasm dimming. "I didn't mean to underestimate the risk, sir."

Rooster chuckled, placing a reassuring hand on McAllister's shoulder. "No offense taken, you are still young. We're all in this together, alright? It's just that going in with guns blazing wouldn't be the smartest move."

McAllister's disappointment began to fade, replaced by a glimmer of understanding. "I see what you mean. It's not about individual heroics but about working as a cohesive unit."

"Exactly," Rooster affirmed. "And since we are together in this, we’ll have to be extra careful."

McAllister nodded, "You're right, sir.” Rooster sighed because there was no way he was going to call him by his call sign any time soon “I got carried away with my idea, but I appreciate you bringing me back to reality, sir."

"Good. Remember, we're all here to support each other and achieve our mission. Your ideas and input are valuable, but it's crucial to assess the risks and make informed decisions." he arches his brow up to his hairline, “Don’t forget that.”

"I understand, sir," McAllister replied, determination gleaming in his eyes. "I won't let my enthusiasm cloud my judgment again.” He makes a brisk move to leave but stops midway, “May…may I leave…sir?”Rooster nodded with a smirk. "Thank you,sir! I appreciate it sir!" He turns on his heel and leaves the office, in turn leaving Rooster alone and sitting on his desk while holding his chin up with his interlaced hands.

He pulls out another map of the area, running his eyes at every little thing they took note at the first surveillance. He grabs one of his pens and circles the anti-aircraft weaponry, writing a little note of ‘how to evade?’ they couldn’t just turn the left and charge in directly. Rooster knew they needed a more calculated approach.

As he stared at the map, Rooster's mind raced, analyzing the enemy's defenses and searching for weak points. He knew that a frontal assault would be suicide, but they needed to find a way to neutralize or bypass the anti-aircraft weaponry.

He reached for his notebook and started jotting down ideas. He considered the possibility of distracting the enemy's attention with a diversionary tactic while a smaller team carried out a stealthy attack. Another option was to locate any blind spots in the enemy's radar coverage and exploit them to slip through undetected.

Rooster's brow furrowed as he weighed the pros and cons of each plan. He needed to consider the capabilities of their own aircraft, the skills of his team, and the intelligence they had gathered. It was a delicate balance between taking risks and ensuring the safety of his squad.

“No wonder this is going to take six months.” he mutters, “This is hell.” 

“Having problems?”

He smiles, hearing her soft voice behind him, the lavender smell coming up his nose, “A little. Just trying to figure out what to do,gorgeous.” he feels her arms wrap around his shoulders and her head prop on top of his, she was there. “Any tips you’d like to give me?’

“Oh,I’m not good at this Roos.” he hears her embarrassed laugh followed by her quiet pondering “I’m not that smart.”

“You are the smartest person I know.” he replies immediately, “Smarter than me.” he hears her scoffing, ready to say something back, “I don’t lie and you know it.”

The invisible Beatrice chuckled, her breath warm against his neck. "Well, if you insist. I'll give it a shot." She tightened her embrace, and he leaned on her touch "How about um…" she began, her voice calm and soothing,"How about utilizing the element of surprise?" she suggested, her voice filled with thought. "Think about ways you can catch the enemy off guard?Is that possible? Like when,in Mass Effect 3, Shepard wanted the krogans and the turians to attack the reaper in Tuchanka!"

Rooster's smile widened because he knew what she was talking about, he enjoyed the game just like she did. "A diversion could work. I can work with that."

“Is that good?”

He smiles more, “it’s great.” he feels the weight of her head on his shoulder, the soft strands of hair tickling his neck before he sighed, “...I miss you.”

“I miss you too.”

“Are you okay?” he waits for a response, but it doesn’t arrive, “Bea?” he asks again, the weight on his shoulders is gone and he turns around only to see the wall behind him with the several papers pinned onto an old cork board. His eyebrows lower as he looks back at the maps, then sighs heavily, “Fuck.” he drops the pen to rub his eyes, then press his face into his palms, “These might be the longest six months…longer than the ones when we were still dating.” he flicks his eyes to the map from between his fingers.

And then he blinks.

Because he just noticed something he hadn’t before. ‘...that’s an opening.” he mutters, “In the mountains, that’s an opening.”

Rooster's heart raced as he stared at the map, his eyes fixed on the newly potential route that could lead them closer to their objective while bypassing the heavily fortified areas.

He quickly grabbed a ruler and traced the path from the opening on the map. It seemed to offer a way to avoid the enemy's anti-aircraft defenses and potentially provide a more covert approach. It was a risk, but it could also be their best chance at success. He couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh,”...just like Shepard thought.” he mutters, “Fuck,Bea, thank you. This is going to give us even more time to prepare.”

With renewed determination, Rooster started drafting a revised strategy, incorporating the element of surprise and utilizing the newly discovered opening in the mountains, an opening that would require a better look but he had no idea why they hadn’t noticed it before. 

As he worked, he couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for Beatrice's presence, even if it was just a memory or an echo in his mind. Her suggestion had sparked the idea that led to this breakthrough, and he knew she would be proud of him

“Thanks gorgeous.” he smirks, “You never disappoint me.”

[weirdoldstans]

Okay, but Ford trying to be a baby one day and he just isn’t in the right headspace for it (nothings wrong, he just feels like being an adult for a bit), so he ends up taking off and throwing away his only kinda wet diaper and tells Stan that he’s going to check out some shops at whatever little coastal town they’re at. When he leaves, Stan, who has been taking care of him but who absolutely hasn’t brought up wanting to try things himself, has a bit of time to spare. And the poor guy has wanted to try diapers and playtime for such a long time, but maybe during his biker days (a brief period where he had a bunch of people he was constantly around) he got caught sucking his thumb sleeping with a stuffed animal he secretly had and was tormented by his gang. Like, it got really bad and they even shredded his plushie and he was so embarrassed and hurt that it was ultimately what made him leave so he’s just pushed all those feelings so far down that even now he can’t quite get to them. But with Ford gone he sneaks into his room and he knows that Ford has definitely counted how many diapers he has left so Stan just takes the used one and puts it on and oh my god he instantly falls in love. So he sits down and is playing with some blocks for a bit in just a t shirt and diaper with a binkie and he starts to get that tingly feeling. He starts thinking way to hard about how Ford wet this before him and it’s all warm and squishy against his dick and he just can’t himself but to start rubbing the front of said diaper. Once he’s fully hard Ford just barges in swearing to himself about forgetting his wallet and he just stops and stares and Stan goes beat red. But Ford is immediately so sweet and just smiles asking him why he didn’t tell him that he wanted to try being the baby and Stan’s a stammering mess as Ford’s eye flick to the pack of diapers and Stan can see the gears turning as he looks at the pattern on it and finally asks if that was the one he had been wearing. Stan can’t even speak so Ford just smiles and pushes him back, squeezing the his diaper against him and keeps rubbing him until Stan is moaning behind his binkie as he cums. Ford starts gently pressing on his bladder whispering and telling him it’s okay if he wants to use his diaper too so after a few minutes of Stan squirming and whimpering, he finally lets go while Ford praises him. And then Ford just hoists him up and to the bed and grabs a vibrator and presses it against him again. And Stan is stammering about how he’s not even sure he can get off twice in a row but Ford just gently shushes him and assures him that Ford will help and he does. He coos and praises him the entire time while Stan has to hide his face until he throws his head back when he cums a second time. And Ford is just so proud of him and hums gently as he sets to cleaning him up, powdering him, and taping him up in a nice clean diaper while Stan absentmindedly sucks on the binkie. And Ford curls up next to him afterwards and while Stan is falling asleep clinging tightly to him he quietly admits why he didn’t tell Ford and how his gang treated him as he slowly falls asleep. He wakes up and he’s no longer in Ford’s arms, but he’s sitting at the end of the bed reading and Ford beams at him when he wakes up and tells him he snuck off while Stan was napping and got him something and grabs a new teddy bear out of a bag and hands it to him. And Stan is just so overcome and he’s crying while Ford reassures him and dries his tears before helping him to the floor so he can play some more.

(I really hope you don’t mind getting stuff this long. It feels like I’m talking your head off. Sorry if this is annoying!)

NOT ANNOYING AT ALL I LOVE IT SO MUCH

wahhh i don’t even know where to begin…stan putting on ford’s wet diaper is SO GOOD, and jerking off in it AHHH AND FORD COMING BACK AND ENCOURAGING STAN TO WET THE DIAPER TOO IM GONNA EAT A TRUCK

AND!! ford getting stan a new teddy oh my goddd TOO CUTE THANK U FOR THIS

[mintythecuptalks]

vent

I fucking hate myself bro

Im not even gonna try hide it.

I hate how i sound, how I look, how i act, how I feel, how I even make friends. How i talk. Just fucking everything. I'm really trying to be that role model for you guys and I can't give up just like that, but it's making me wanna give up on my au, and just.. delete everything

I cant make anyone fucking proud and I'm not even good enough for anyone. Shit I say was never fucking said to me. I really hate myself, I hate how my body looks. I hate how it's shaped. I hate my hands. My face. My hair. My arms. My legs. My stomach. MY CHEST. EVERYTHING

Im just that little girl who craved the "attention" they gave me BECAUSE I THOUGHT IT WAS LOVE. I WISH I NEVER FUCKING CAME ONTO THE INTERNET.

Its so hard to cry, my room hadn't been cleaned and it smells fucking bad in here because of the old food. My clothes are everywhere. My bedsheets aren't even on my bed. I finally showed i guess. My eating habits are coming back where I starved myself until I ended up in the hospital. I'm failing school I can hardly fucking sleep now. I'm vaping, I wanna start cigarettes again.

My whole world is falling apart and I haven't turned to anyone about it. Because I feel like I'll annoy them so much that they wouldn't respond fast enough. There was a few times where they'd stop replying because they were texting other people and forgot to text me and shit. Am I that fucking boring?? Am I not worthy enough to reply to?? I'm always told that I'm good to talk to while venting to and I'm lovely for that. But the bad part about that Is- no one ever fucking spoke to me the way I spoke to them. A few people have. But it was never said to me before I met them.

Im always compared to people who were hated on. Called dramatic. Now I'm wondering if what I'm feeling even fucking matters anymore. It's getting worse and i know it. I'm hardly trying to get better and i know I don't even deserve to get better.

I KNOW I WAS FUCKING YOUNG. I STILL SHOULDNT HAVE DONE THE SHIT I DID. I SHOULDNT FUCKING HAVE. I HURT PEOPLE. I MADE THEM RELAPSE. I MADE PEOPLE UNCOMFORTABLE. I BROKE UP FRIENDSHIPS. I SHOULD OF FUCKING KNOWN BETTER.

I SHOULD OF. IDC IF WE WERE YOUNG. I WAS OLD ENOUGH TO KNOW THAT I SHOULDNT HAVE DONE THAT BUT I NEVER THOUGHT ABOUT IT.

i hate myself so fucking much. I wish I was never born sometimes. I really fucking think i won't make it to 18 I swear. I have been thinking about that for these past 4 fucking years. I was 11 when I started thinking that.

Im not even good enough to even do anything for myself. But I always make sure my siblings are fed. I don't make them starve.

Im a burden to everyone. Everyone

Including myself

[sketchy-rosewitch]

Discovering Eden

Description: Two stories about Eden’s first kisses and discovering her identity.

A/N: Accidentally stayed up all night last night to write the first part. Just finished writing the second.

Warnings: Ignorant thinking, Transphobia, misgendering Eden (cause she’s not out of the closet).

OC Info page

Eden always had a hard time as a child. Growing up if Bo wasn’t around she’d be teased by some of the town’s younger boys for “wearing girl colors”, and these boys would also soon find out she always volunteered to wear dresses and makeup for her mother. They’d tease her for that too. This always lead to Bo threatening to beat these kids up, Bo would threaten to beat up anyone for his siblings, younger, older, didn’t matter. Now the town girls, well, they liked Eden for this, they used her as a doll, always telling her their brothers never let them do stuff like this.

Even though they saw her as a boy, she couldn’t get over how special they made her feel. Glittery makeup stolen from their mothers and beautiful baby blue or pastel pink dresses for Eden to wear. Mother’s would coo at Eden and thank Trudy for raising such a nice young man, while grandma’s sneered at how disgusting it was having a boy dress like that.

Now, not every family treated Eden this way. There was a family that lived near the pet store, a grandma, dad, and son. Eden and Lester hardly got to see their blood grandparents so they when they visited they called the grandma, Meemaw. Meemaw let Eden dress pretty all the time and her son never complained about Eden to her parents or lectured her saying “Boys don’t dress like that!” He even gave her judgmental glances, Eden and Lester called him Mr. Hirsch, they liked him more than their own parents, but not as much as they liked Bo. Last in the family was Mr. Hirsch’s son, Ezra.

Eden only ever called him Ezra, not Ez or Ezzie or any other nickname. He didn’t like nicknames, he liked his name, and his name was Ezra Theodore Hirsch, he always shouted it or corrected people, he was proud of it, as if he came up with it himself. So, that’s what Eden and Lester called him. Well, they only called him Ezra Theodore Hirsch when they greeted him, then when they’d play he’d go by Ezra, then when they’d say goodbye they’d call him Ezra Theodore Hirsch again.

Eden liked Ezra. He was strange, yet he somehow managed to make everyone in town like him. If any kid didn’t like him it was only gossiped about and it wasn’t like Ezra cared. Ezra, he always had better things to do than worry about people.

That’s why right now Ezra was yelling at random people from his roof while he was waiting for Eden and Lester to come over for a sleepover.

“GOD IM GONNA NEED A BARF BAG JUST LOOKIN’ AT YOU GEORGE!”

“SHUT THE HELL UP YOUR LUCKY I DONT BEAT YOUR ASS!”

“YEAH WHY NOT CHICKEN HEAD?”

“EZRA THEODORE HIRSCH GET BACK IN THE HOUSE!”

Ezra looks down to see his dad with his hands on his hips, looking up at him. He purses his lips and crawls back up towards his window, falling into his room. Minutes later two sets of feet are heard thudding up the stairs. Ezra smiles just as Eden and Lester burst through the room.

“Hello, Ezra Theodore Hirsch!” They say in unison. The twins take their backpacks off and set them by his closet.

“So, what do we wanna do? Meemaw said dinner is at six, so that’s like an hour and a half, then we can play more and we’ll have not one, but TWO movies to watch! Indiana Jones Raider of the lost Ark and Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom! My dad rented both of them!”

“Wow, your dad’s the best.” Lester says, Ezra nods.

“Let’s go down to the creek. I got things I gotta show you.”

The kids go down to the creek and Ezra shows them a small shelter he set up.

“I tried to make everything clean as I could in here. I know you don’t like bugs and dirt Eden.” Ezra puts his fists on him hips proudly and smiles.

“Thank you.” Eden blushes a little. She didn’t know if she had a crush on Ezra or if Ezra had a crush on her. But hun doing these small things to accommodate her made her feel happy to be around him.

“So we’re gonna play now, Eden gets to be the princess cause he likes girly stuff. Lester, you and me get to be cool pirates who dig up treasure for the princess. Cause you and I like to get dirty.” Ezra explains. Lester nods and solutes making Eden and Ezra laugh. “I made a chair so you don’t gotta sit on the ground.” Ezra gestures to a log close to the shelter, it has a small blanket which only had leaves and twigs on it which the kid quickly wiped off.

Eden sat on the log and watched as the boys dug around. She always liked watching and observing. Very few times she got in on any action.

-

By the time it was a quarter to five the boys had dug up only a few bone fragments from what looked like a squirrel, Lester was quick to go down to the water and wash them then bring them back up to Eden, then she’d set them next to her.

“We should go back before Meemaw comes yelling for us.” Eden says looking at her watch. Ezra and Lester agree and make their way back up to the house.

“Did you guys have fun?” Meemaw asks as soon as she hears the storm door creak open.

“Yes!” A three of the kids say before making their way to the bathrooms to wash their hands. Eden makes her way to the kitchen sink and washes them there before helping Meemaw set the table.

“Such a sweetheart, always.” The old woman compliments, ruffling the girl’s short hair. Eden smiles and sits down. The boys come running in after, then Mr. Hirsch.

Everyone says a prayer and begins eating the spaghetti Meemaw made.

Ezra made disgusting slurping noises causing the twins to laugh while Mr. Hirsch sighed, glaring but smiling at his kid.

Once they finish Mr. Hirsch begins setting up the living room with sleeping bags and pillows. The kids run upstairs and get changed into pajamas. “Guess no more playing?” Lester asks.

“No, didn’t think about the fact that two movies is like forever, so we can just play tomorrow.” Ezra sighs sadly.

-

The second movie ends and Lester is passed out next to Eden. Eden sits in the middle of the two boys with her hands folded on her lap. Ezra goes to rewind the tale and ejects it putting it back into its case.

The two stare at each other, Eden blushing lightly. It can’t be seen though as the tv turns off. All that is seen is the silhouettes of the two kids.

“Do you think you’re a boy or a girl?” Ezra suddenly asks, Eden sucks in her breath and looks down.

“I’m a boy. Everyone says so.” Eden declares. Though she doesn’t sound sure.

“Well, you dress like a girl, wear all those dresses and pinks, your hairs growing out, you like hanging out with girls a lot. Oh you really like makeup too. Makeup is icky though.” Ezra retorts. One thing about Ezra was he hated being wrong. For some reason he knew he wasn’t wrong here. “You’re a girl.”

“I- Ezra. I just like that stuff cause it makes me happy, not cause I’m a girl. I was born in a boy body it makes me a boy.” Eden huffs and Ezra is quick to answer.

“I just don’t think that you’re a boy. I think you’re a girl. You’re okay with everything that girls do even if people say something about it and stuff. Meemaw thinks you were just born in the wrong body. I think she’s right, and I never think wrong.”

There’s a moment of silence before Eden sniffles a bit. “If I’m a girl you can’t tell anyone about it. Cause even though Bo usually handles it I don’t wanna cause more trouble than I already have okay?”

“Okay… well if you’re a girl, which you are. We should kiss.”

Ezra’s mouth always opened before he could even think about what he was going to say. But he never regretted anything he said, even if it embarrassed him.

“What?”

“We should kiss. And just like I won’t tell anyone that you are actually a girl, we won’t tell anyone we kissed. It’ll be a secret. But only if you wanna.”

Both of the kids shuffle and kneel and sit on their calves.

They both lean in and Eden pecks Ezra quickly before pulling back and hiding her face. Ezra bites back the shit eating grin he has before taking and hugging Eden.

“Was that okay?” Eden asked, Ezra nodded and laughed.

“Yeah, you’re cute Eden.”

“Shut up.”

-

Eden’s second kiss was her first kiss from a girl. This was 3 years after her first kiss.

Eden sits in the back seat of a pickup truck heading back into Ambrose, her friend Sidney Wallace sits beside her. She’s a year older than Eden but Eden managed to get into the same English class as a bunch of Sophomores. In the front sits Sidney’s sister a cheerleader named Tabitha and her boyfriend, a band kid named Nick. They were both seniors.

It was a Friday night and they were heading back from a football game, the windows down as country music played softly on the radio. Eden would sleepover at Sidney’s, though she wouldn’t tell her, she had a crush on Sidney.

The small down comes into view, lights from the street shine down like small ufos. Nick turns into the Wallace residence and everyone gets out.

Sidney is quick to grab Eden’s hand and take her into her bedroom, shutting the door and turning on her stereo, it plays softly in the background as Sidney rummages through her closet for pajamas.

“Wasn’t that fun?” Sidney asks taking out shorts and a button up pajama shirt for Eden to wear. Eden shrugs and begins taking her clothes off.

Being in large crowds wasn’t her style, but at least she got to see her team win instead of hearing their amount of losses as gossip between students.

“Yeah, I guess. Just didn’t think people got so crazy. Which is silly because I see how they act when my dad watches football.” Eden laughs a little and buttons up her shirt, Sidney lets out a snort and slips a dress on.

“Yeah happens every week. But if you wanna go to one again we don’t have to be in the student section. That’s usually where they act up. Some weeks I go sit with my parents.” Sidney admits, she slips under the blankets and holds them up for Eden to get in too. It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary but Eden still got flustered when Sidney would ask.

“Wouldn’t mind, as long as I get to hang out with you.” Eden admits, Sidney giggles and touches Eden’s arm lightly making Eden want to curl up from being so flustered.

“You’re so cute Eedee.”

Eden looks at Sidney, her heart swells up and stomach bursts in butterflies. Sidney looks up at Eden and runs her finger down her straight blonde hair to her chin.

Not knowing what to say Eden speaks the first works that are in her head. “You’re cute too Sidney.” Eden attempts to look away but Sidney’s thin finger moves her face back towards the black haired girl.

“I wanna kiss you.” Sidney whispers softly, Eden’s breath catches in her throat, she can’t speak, instead she nods.

Sidney leans up and kisses Eden softly, her lips are smooth with cherry chapstick. It smells lovely. Sidney pulls away for a second and looks into Eden’s blue eyes, Eden stares into her brown ones.

“Was that okay?” Sidney asks, Eden nods and goes in for another kiss.