#lemme know what u think

[mistyffa]

imo, there's something about funneling that's wild in the best possible way. It strips away all the niceties and foreplay, which can be great, but sometimes you just need feedism in its purest form. As many calories as possible, as fast as possible, through the cold, almost clinical vehicle of a literal feeding tube.

It's just the effectiveness of it all. A nice, big shake, once or twice a day, and you can swell up fifty, maybe a hundred pounds in a year...

Just imagine that; your partner straddles your legs in an all too familiar way. Although with those couple dozen extra pounds on you, their stance is significantly wider than it was when you two started this routine. They lift up your shirt and lightly trace your stretch marks with their nails, admiring all their work, and making sure to point out any changes they've noticed. Flustered, you try to look away, but they grab your soft chin and make you look them in the eye. They stroke your cheek with their thumb while they tell you all the ways your face has changed since the two of you met; how your cheeks had puffed up, how your strong jaw had turned into a soft double chin, how the look in your eyes had become almost docile. Then they lean back and grab their supplies.

"Open wide"

They place the tube in your mouth and start pouring. The mix of pain and ecstasy makes the ten seconds it takes for you to gulp down the thick, heavy liquid feel like ten minutes, but you know it'll be worth it. When it's finally over, they take the tube from your mouth and plant a kiss on your quivering lips. They place one hand on your tight, sore upper belly and use the other to wipe a bit of extra shake off your chin. They slide their thumb into your mouth for you to lick up the remaining cream.

"Can't have you wasting any, sweetie"

They climb off of you and lay across your lap as you slump back into the couch. As you drift off to sleep, you both anticipate doing it all over again tomorrow...

[witherfide]

Swinger! AU infodump cuz i desperately need to talk about it

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so this au isn’t even CLOSE to being fully fleshed out in any way but i would like to write down some of my visions for it just to have them somewhere (this is masons garbage dump after all…)

as always, feel free to add onto these ideas/express your opinions on them :]

here we go!!

—✧ General Info ✧—

the characters are under a copyright license and were bought for the rights to use by an elderly man to try and earn some love back for the art of jazz, and in turn, swing.

Jazz is not as popular as it once was in this futuristic world and the unnamed licensee thinks that using the beloved characters of Fazbear Entertainment will help people to gain an appreciation for swing again.

the animatronic’s casings have been completely redone in favor of a simpler, classy look. Freddy now closely resemble his original counterpart, with the rest of the Glamrocks having their face paint + other accessories removed.

takes place in a separate location from the Mega Pizzaplex. it is not nearly as large, resembling a ballroom + diner (if that makes any sense…). specific areas like the Superstar Swinger’s Club were added onto the original building to provide lessons.

the animatronics have no prior memories and most of the original programming has been completely removed, so their mannerisms and behavior develop from scratch (they used to work at a normal Pizzaplex, but were transferred to this location as there was not enough business to keep it running)

Sun and Moon are the main dancers in the building, with Freddy and the gang still playing shows with more jazz-centered instruments. the licensee is the one who teaches them how to dance, along with the technician, who downloads information about the different types of swing into their drives.

the Superstar Swinger’s Club is where many of the live events/lessons take place, with the main room of the studio being a diner of sorts

dancing is how they build a relationship with someone. the more a duo dances together, the closer they become. you can find out a lot about someone through how they dance.

the animatronics have a tendency to shut down randomly (was an issue at their first location, inadequate battery life)

—✧ Characters ✧—

there isn’t many in this category since i haven’t fully thought out their personality and dance styles yet !!

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Unnamed Licensee

he/him pronouns!!

older gentleman with a passion for jazz!

doesn’t have any children/grandchildren who are interested in swing, so he takes it upon himself to teach the robots what he knows.

he learned his best moves from his grandfather, who was around during the height of swing’s popularity.

using simple terms, i would describe him as a short and chubby black man with a heart of gold. still prefers to dress in his patterned button-ups and slacks!

a real joy to be around, so much passion! happiness almost exudes from his body when he gets to teach some newcomers

loves a good joke or tease. has one great laugh

not always at the studio due to having multiple jobs, so the animatronics have their own lists of responsibilities (along with help of the technician who comes by) gotta pay the rights to Fazbear Ent. property somehow…

Charlie (technician)

she/her pronouns!! (nonbinary)

has faded red-dyed hair with a short wolfcut. top layer of her hair is in a ponytail in the back. has snake bite piercings and thick black eyebrows.

past employee at original Mega Pizzplex location (Freddy’s former handler)

heard about the renovations of the animatronics and thought it was the coolest thing ever

absolute shit dancer but tries her best for Sunny

downloads informational books/videos about swing into the animatronic’s hard drives (sneaks in some music)

big ol’ softy!!

feels so at home when she goes to the studio. (living conditions aren’t the greatest)

Sun

he/they/she/it/xe/sol/solar pronouns!!

Sun is the main face of the Swinger’s Club, being the confident and overly passionate character of the Dance Performer duo.

got the nickname “Kicker” because of their dance style, mainly consisting of Lindy Hop and Charleston moves.

doesn’t matter if you’re good or not, if he asks to dance, you’re dancing!! they take any chance they get to make a new connection through dance

good luck if you’re new, sol can be a bit fast at times.. (dances to songs with higher bpm ~180)

tends to trip themselves up on other people’s shoes (apologizes profusely while sobbing)

can’t sit still to save their life. always bouncing their leg or swaying side to side

sun is aroace and in a QPR with moon. (they are separate beings in this au!!) they have a strong bond thanks to how much they’ve grown/learned from each other. they’ve been side by side since the opening of the club.

you can find the duo practicing their choreography together at any given time

still a neat freak! everything’s got a place when it comes to Kicker

Moon

he/they/it/xe/moon/light pronouns!!

the softspoken one of the duo, can still be a little shithead /aff (teases the hell out of sun for little things)

doesn’t like being in the spotlight like Sun but tends to forget about everything else when they are in the zone

almost feels as if they glide across the floor with how quick and light on their feet they can be

got the nickname “Dizzy” after they fell of the stage during a turn and couldn’t stand up straight for an hour (licensee is the one who uses this most, moon absolutely hates it)

does more solo than Sun does, still trying to find a confidence within themselves

likes slower tempos and dance styles like Blues and Balboa (does lindy with sun a LOT)

always trying new moves and dance styles out with Kicker (Sun loves trying things that would definitely get them both hurt)

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the story between these two starts at the very beginning, with them bonding through learning everything about swing together. they spread so much love throughout everything they do that it’s almost overwhelming.

if i were to write about them, it would be about how they adjust to their new careers as dancers and how having zilch code to go off of makes it even harder

((just imagining them tripping over each other and making sure the other doesn’t fall as they try their hardest to copy licensee’s moves))

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aaand that’s all i’ve got for now! phew boy….

sorry it’s long hehe- i am just so happy to have an au that i hold so close to my heart for once!!

[murdrdocs]

i started watching ted lasso cause of u !! 👀

oh this is the best thing anyone has ever said to me. season 2 is so so so good but character wise s3 prevails !! and the s1 plot had me hooked

[psi-tanium]

hey how we feeling about the new username :3

im still not sure about it but fakepsychictales kinda sucked booty!!!!!!!!!!! jk it kinda ruled

i could either stay as this or psi-lirium, which one sounds cooler ? psi-tanium or psi-lirium

[inkskinned]

she's singing in another room and my dog is asleep at my feet. my grandma asked me why i haven't found a man yet and i laughed. oh, you know. i like my house clean.

my girlfriend is also my man is also "my partner" if i'm in a professional setting. yesterday we went to a ren faire and a man mimed at me - you're together? and at my delighted nod, his baffled, you're gay? made me laugh. a woman with rainbow hair said i love the two of you together. you're both so beautiful it's absurd.

my dad introduced my partner as my "..... friend. or whatever" the other day. he knows we're dating. in the same way, i was never able to get my sister's husband to stop saying that's gay like it's 2008. he still uses the word fa***t, and my sister's defense of him has always been well, he's just kidding.

my lover and i dance to old music in a tiny kitchen. we judge new music together and take food critique very seriously. we watch love is blind before we fall asleep and agree that if they had a queer season, it would be bloody but also make for excellent tv. of fucking course queer people would know someone for only 2 weeks and agree to get married. what are you saying.

at a bar with friends, a man puts his hand on my wrist. got a boyfriend? and yes, i do have a boyfriend, she's amazing. i am texting her while i wander around a gas station named after geese. i am visiting a swing state for a wedding. in the candy aisle i overhear: she's actually like a lesbian it's disgusting. two teenage girls with packaged sandwiches in their hands, giggling. no literally, like. i'm not, like. okay with her being there while we're all, like, naked and changing.

my girlfriend and i tailgate, drink gin and cider out of cups. from the frat group beside us, a man corrects himself with one of his friends: bro, i mean, nonbinary entity, and it makes everyone around him laugh, myself included. he razzes his friend the same way i would have killed for at 19 years old - like nothing happened, he continues: you apply sunscreen like an alien. he does a little sassy (and fairly accurate) dance interpretation of the motion. his friend is laughing so hard they're crying.

i am lucky, i live in a safe neighborhood in a safe state. my masc passenger princess comes up from DC. i drive her for an hour to where all the leaves are a violent arrangement of color. we walk along the trails, letting autumn into our blood. in this part of the state, there's a lot of pickup trucks and trump signs. when we chastely kiss before getting into the car, i accidentally make eye contact with a woman holding her child's wrist. she looks disgusted. she looks fucking pissed.

two hours later my girl and i are eating dinner on a patio, soaking in the last warmth of new england sun before the chill of winter sets in. we are giggling and trying to talk through plastic vampire teeth. at another table, i see a young woman sit up straighter. i watch her watch us. she blushes and takes her partner's hand from across the table. shy, like the taste of evening has just become something deeper.

it's worth it for this moment, i think. my lover is still humming the same song she's been singing for four days straight and i don't want to kill her for it. her guitar is beside my bed. her toothbrush is in my bathroom. in a few moments i will make us lunch. we are lucky enough to have found each other. it is lucky enough to be in love.

[valeriapryanikova]

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[impala-dreamer]

My mother just called to ask for part 2.

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[fruittt-punchhh]

Pop My Cherry!

all parts

Synopsis: your dad’s best friend is none other than Toji Fushiguro, and you can’t help but wonder what he could do with his hands.

Characters: Toji Fushiguro x reader. Choso Kamo is mentioned, not a major part of the story.

Content: Minors Do Not Interact! afab! reader, fem! reader, dad’s best friend! Toji, suggestiveness, cursing, inexperienced (ish) reader, reader is a virgin but has done things ya know, reader smokes weed, alcohol usage, pet/affectionate names, no smut yet 🫶

Word Count: 2.2k-ish

Notes: friends!!! This is my first ever smut! Pls be nice🫶 if you have any suggestions, comments, advice, PLEASE feel free to let me know!! I hope you enjoy hehe. (filthy smut if you’re down for that in pt. 2 trust) excuse any typos, proofread a bunch but I’m also human. 💖

It had been a terribly long week already, and it was only Thursday. You were on spring break from university, and you had spent most of the week catching up on overdue assignments.

You were staying with your father, as well as your brother, and your father’s best friend. He had a condo at the beach that wasn’t too far from your university, so it worked out well.

You had just finished your final essay for philosophy 200, closing your laptop with a snap! as you rub your eyes. It was nearing 3:30 a.m. but you still felt so much residual stress from the paper. You had a joint ready and waiting for you, and a hit or two couldn’t hurt, right? Enough so you could relax, maybe grab a snack, and hit the hay. You open your bedroom window, creeping out onto the balcony to let your worries fade away.

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You throw your leg over the window sill, trying to keep your balance. You lowkey had the munchies so you head to the kitchen before you retire for the night. Until you are met with a surprise.

Your father’s friend (you think his last name was Fushiguro?) has been gone all week for “work”. You noticed him coming in at odd hours of the night, looking worse for wear.

“What are you starin’ at, doll?” Toji says as he looks for a shirt in the laundry room.

You feel your cheeks turn red as you try to quickly avert your eyes. You wore nothing but a large t-shirt as you crept into the kitchen, hoping you wouldn’t wake your father.

You thought you heard Toji come in maybe an hour earlier, but you couldn’t know for sure. Here he stood, fresh out of the shower with nothing but a small towel wrapped around his waist. His dark hair was dripping down his back and he still looked as if he was radiating heat from the shower he just took (or was that you?) It was all of a sudden much too warm in the kitchen for your liking.

“S-sorry, I was just grabbing a snack. I’ll be quick,” you stammer. You had only ever seen Toji a few times, and you didn’t remember him to be this… attractive? You didn’t know if that was even the right word. In this moment, you felt attracted to him, sure. But you also felt small and helpless. As if he could pierce through you with his gaze alone. You truly didn’t mean to stare, but you also didn’t expect anyone else to be in the kitchen at 4 a.m., either.

He interrupts you with a smirk, “What’s the rush? It’s y/n, right? Grab me a beer out of the fridge while you’re at it, girl”

If you thought your cheeks couldn’t be any redder, you were wrong. You felt the crimson blush cover your ears as you turned around to look for a beer in the fridge. There was a (beer brand here) in the back on the bottom shelf. You tried to bend at your knees as to be discreet, but you could have sworn you heard Toji clearing his throat as you did so.

Toji slipped on a pair of black boxer briefs as you grabbed him a beer like the sweet girl you are. He felt as if the wind was knocked out of him when he saw you bend down, searching the fridge for his drink. Call him crazy, but he could’ve sworn you weren’t wearing any panties. He quickly ran the towel through his hair, trying to ignore the rush of blood he felt surging to his dick.

You grabbed the beer, as well as an apple for yourself. You walked over to Toji, and he took the beer from you with a ‘thanks’. He popped off the cap with his molars and took a big swig. You watched as the beer dripped down his chin and over his adam’s apple. You also noticed the scar covering his pretty lips.

Your eyes wandered as he finished his beer surprisingly quickly. He would usually come home covered in a mixture of dirt, sweat, and sometimes blood. Apparently, underneath the dirt and grime was a body that was sculpted by the gods. Everything about him was so big. His huge tits pecs and his ripped abdomen. His biceps were bigger than your head and his hands, oh god, his hands. They were riddled with callouses and he had short, bitten nails. His fingers were so thick and you started to imagine what it would be like to feel them on your body.

Your temperature rose as the lewd thoughts entered your mind. This is your father’s best friend! Although he was a a few years younger than your dad, he was still much too old for you. Not only that, but you were still (unfortunately) a virgin. And not for a lack of trying! You were double majoring in psychology and philosophy, so most of your limited leisure time was spent smoking to relax, or hanging out with your small group of friends on the weekends. Sure, you had masturbated plenty of times, and you’ve given the occasional blowjob. But you’ve never quite found the right person at the right time to go all the way with. You never cared much about the label ‘virgin’ until now, feeling like you might have been missing out.

Now, you were standing in the kitchen in the early hours of the morning thinking about what this man could do to you with just his fingers. The thought alone had you squeezing your thighs together, trying to give yourself any relief from the problem you’ve created.

“You know it’s rude to stare, right y/n? Especially after I asked you a question, doll”

Yet again, he’s caught you off guard. I mean seriously, how old were you? You felt like a teenage boy who had just seen his first pair of tits. You need to pull yourself together so you can get out of here as soon as possible. You didn’t know how long you would be able to hold it together without making it quite obvious that internally, you were aching.

“Shit, I’m sorry! I was lost in a train of thought, I-I guess. What was the question?” Hopefully he doesn’t catch on to your half-lie.

Toji pulls a black compression tee over his torso, giving you a moment to collect yourself finally. He throws the beer in the trash and steps into the light of the kitchen alongside you.

He flashes a toothy smile at you, “You should watch that language. Pretty girls don’t go around saying things like that. And I asked you what the hell you were doing up so late.”

Pretty girls? Did you hear him correctly? He could just be saying things to get you to squirm, and if that was his goal, it was working all too well. You hope his smile was out of politeness, but you knew enough about Toji from your father to know that this man did not have a polite bone in his body. It seemed almost as if he was teasing you?

“S-Sorry about the language, I’m just tired. I’ve been working on my philosophy paper for the last few hours and I just wanted a snack before I went to bed,” you admitted truthfully.

Toji rolled his eyes, smirking at your statement, “God, that sounds so fucking boring. I’m surprised you finished it, I woulda given up hours ago.”

You smiled at his honesty. You knew that your paper topic ‘the perception of personal space’ and your other assignments on morals and judgement were not everyone’s cup of tea. “It’s actually quite interesting, it’s about the concept of how one perceives personal space, but I definitely wanted to call it quits a few times. I’m just glad I can sleep in tomorrow.” You admit with a grin. Despite his blasé attitude, a part of you thought he might actually be listening (at least a little bit).

All he heard was bla bla bla. It seems interesting enough, if you have absolutely nothing else going on in your life. How could you even write two sentences on personal space, let alone an essay? “If it’s that fucking interesting, then why are you in here looking like a walking corpse? Have you seen those bags under your eyes? You need the sleep more than I do, hun.”

Well damn. You didn’t think it was that bad, especially not enough for some old man to point out. You had been staying up most nights trying to catch up on your work, and you could sleep in anyways. But each morning you found yourself awake at 7 a.m. on the dot, still cursed by the rigidity of your usual school routine.

“I’ve just been behind, so I’m trying to catch up while I have the free time.”

Toji peers at you and scratches his head, “Why the fuck are you doing school work on spring break, anyway? Aren’t ya’ supposed to be at the beach getting wasted with your girlfriends?”

While you admit that would be fun, there was just no time for it this year. You were in the last semester of your senior year, and you were graduating with top honors. You had to keep up the good work so you could hopefully be accepted into graduate school in the fall.

“I mean it’d be fun sure, but smoking is more my thing anyways. I like relaxing after all my work is done, so I’d rather stay here and get caught up while I can, ya’know?”

How cute. Look at you trying to be a good little student. It would almost be admirable if it didn’t make his stomach churn at how sickly sweet it was.

“That’s good, doll. Keep it up and you’ll be making big bucks just like me, yeah? What are you wanting to go to school for anyways, to be a fuckin’ therapist or some shit?”

Everyone thought you wanted to be a therapist, but truth be told, that profession couldn’t be more off your radar. You had enough problems of your own to deal with, and you certainly didn’t need to hear other people’s on top of that.

“I’m not going to school to be a therapist actually; I really want to be a professor one day. What do you do for work anyways? You always look like you just came home from war or some-“

He cuts you off before you can land a joke at his expense. Toji’s profession wasn’t the best topic for conversation, given that his line of work was very hush-hush.

“You’re cute. Next question.”

Cute?? At this point you felt like he was toying with you. But you did have another question for him.

“How come I can’t say ‘shit’ but you can say whatever you want? I’m grown, aren’t I?”

Toji shifted towards you. You stood in the door frame between the kitchen and the hallway, your apple untouched. You were too busy thinking of what to say next to the large, burly man that was suddenly peering over you. He came to the doorframe, throwing one hand on top of it. At this point, he was towering over you. His shadow cascading over you as you felt yourself shrink into the background. Toji glared at you with his velvet green eyes and a smug grin was plastered across his face. You felt his hand grasp your chin, forcing you to look up at him. Your neck was strained as you attempted to make eye contact with the taller man.

“Can’t you hear woman? I said pretty girls don’t go around saying shit like that. Do I look like a pretty girl to you?” He says as he inches closer to your face. You could smell the beer wafting from his mouth. But the smell was quickly overrun by the rest of him. He smelled like pine, cheap liquor, and…cinnamon? Suddenly, the grip on your chin tightens. His hands are so large, he’s even starting to squish your cheeks, making you look like an absolute fool underneath him.

“I asked you a question, princess.”

The name throws you off guard, but for some reason, you’re not upset.

“S-sorry, no y-you don’t look like a pretty girl. Of course not, m-my bad.”

“That’s what I thought, y/n.”

Toji spits as he releases his grasp on you, standing straight and stretching his arms as he lets out a yawn. He smelled the weed all over you and could tell how flustered you got from your little interaction. He grabs the apple from your hand, taking a huge bite which in turn means you only have about half an apple left. He hands you back your snack, pats your head then saunters over to the couch, plopping down with a grunt. He grabs the remote and turns it to some wrestling show he always watched.

You look at him, confused. You weren’t even staring this time. You were simply dumbfounded at the interaction you two just had. Surely that can’t be it, right? He’s just going to watch tv after he had you literally in the palm of his hand? (and he ate half of my fucking apple)

You move to turn the lights off, and you put your apple in the trash. Your appetite for food was long gone. You quietly walk out of the kitchen into the dim hallway. Toji calls your name, startling you.

“Sleep tight, doll.”

pt. 2

[scatterbrainedbot]

the trouble with being the one who survives is you must keep on doing it

inspired directly by @onionninjasstuff 's heart wrenching comic of Future Donnie's death (read it!!)

[bellaheartly]

it's all my fault. ↳ h2o: just add water ✧ rikki chadwick in bad moon rising.

[phoenix-before-the-flame]

hello i had an idea once. Here is ur explanation for it

Ok goodbye

[tch8mnis]

GRAVITY - CHAPTER ONE

authors note: this IS my book from wattpad that i’ve never finished so i’ve decided to transfer it here and finish! i’ve only done the first two chapters so i have a lot of work to do but i still know everything that’s going to happen in this book so hopefully it comes together good in the end. my updates also might not be consistent since i still have things to do outside of writing but i’ll try as hard as possible! i also wanted to note that wanna give credit to @judethluvr unfortunately she has deactivated her account and i’m not sure if she made a new one but this fic is based on a imagine she did that i quickly became obsessed with so all credits go to her!! also ur allowed to have whatever face claim but i’m writing skyla to be a poc, the face claim i’m using is 6kenza on it if that helps ! please enjoy <3

summery: in which feelings are resurfaced two years later after the harsh feeling of unrequited love….or so she thought.

SKYLA laid alone in her bed, watching whatever football game that was playing on her tv. she had the sudden urge to get up and do something but her laziness was preventing her from doing so.

skyla didn't have any friends. that might sound sad to everyone else but to her, that was perfectly fine. her previous ex-friends only used her to get with her brother who was quite popular and attractive. it was hard for her to trust anyone after that, which is why she's so close with her siblings.

she wanted to go to uni as soon as she finished highschool, which was in a few weeks but she'd rather go to uni somewhere outside of the UK. just to experience new things.

she wanted to be a model. why? because she knew she was pretty. duh.

she'd hope to take modeling courses in uni to help her fulfil her dreams. she also wouldn't mind doing some youtubing on the side.

before she could even try to get up and do something, her brother malik abruptly opened the door to her room causing her to jump in fright. one she saw who was at the door, she kissed her teeth and rolled her eyes. "are you mental? don't be coming into rooms without permission like that." she scolded, feeling her heart rate go at a faster pace.

malik rolled his eyes at her overdramtics and leaned against the door frame. "yea whatever, i just came to tell you that jude is coming over so don't be annoying."

skyla then perked up. "jude's coming over?"

skyla had the biggest crush on jude, and everyone was aware of it. she made it quite obvious when she'd constantly dress up pretty to impress jude or when she’d beg malik to join him on their joint-hangouts.

she was a young naive teenager who fell for her brother's best friend. pretty cliche right? though, it was evidently clear jude wasn't into skyla. he didn't have a problem with the girl but he'd always get annoyed when she was trying to flirt with him, but didn't show it because he didn't want to hurt her feelings.

don't get him wrong, skyla was a great friend. she'd always help him with football and speak proudly of him. she'd play video games with him whenever malik was too lazy. she was great, but jude didn't like her in that way. jude was still only 17 years old and trying to focus on football as he's currently in talks with transferring to borussia dortmund in germany. he wasnt looking for a girlfriend right now, plus he'd rather just mess around instead of settling down.

malik was aware of the crush skyla had on jude and he found it funny. sure, he was annoyed his sister liked his best friend but he also found it funny because he knew they would never happen. ever. not under his watch at least. their younger sister, delilah was also very aware of the crush her sister had and unlike malik, she found it very cute. she'd always try to play match maker whenever jude came over and tried to get them together but unfortunately, that didn't work.

so yes, that is why skyla's heart is currently beating extremely fast when she heard jude was coming over.

"yes he is so just stay in your room or something." he stated watching as his sister's shoulders deflated at his words. "you can't tell me what to do." she scoffed. she loved her brother but his bossy attitude aggravated her.

"i'm older than you."

"i wish i asked but i didn't so get out of my room, thanks!" she shooed the older boy out her room and closed the door, making sure to lock it.

was she going to listen to her brother? of course not.

about 30 minutes later, skyla heard a car pull up infront of the house. she quickly rushed to the window to see the familer view of denise bellingham's car and quickly bolted out of her room and downstairs. moments before, she put on a pair of black jeans and a black cropped tank top while letting her hair lay neatly down her back. was she dressing up particularly for jude? of course not! she walked into the kitchen to make it seem like she was already downstairs and waited for the door to ring. when it did she instantly heard movement at the staircase and started walked to the front door.

"i'll get it!" she shouted to her older brother who was still walking down the stairs and opened the front door to be met with jude. just like always, she pressed her lips together to try and suppress her smile. "hi jude."

jude sent a friendly smile back. "hey sky, how are you?"

the girl felt butterflies in her stomach at the nickname, especially since jude was the only one to call her sky. "i'm great, how about you? you're good?" she went to give the boy a hug but malik already came over and pushed her out the way. "didn't i tell you to stay in your room?" he grumbled, pulling jude into a bro hug, who laughed at his friend's words.

"shut the fuck up malik, i came down here to make some coffee and like the nice sister i am, i was gonna make some for you but now, you can go to hell." she fumed and walked into the kitchen where she got the ingredients to make coffee. at first she had no plans on making anything but now, she had the craving.

"i'll take some coffee if you don't mind, sky?" he asked, walking into the living room with malik following behind him. skyla, of course smiled and said yes but not without rolling her eyes and her brother now asking for one as well.

while making the 3 mugs of coffee, delilah came downstairs and scrunched her face up at the sight of her brother but also nicely greeting jude. when he said hi back, she walked into the kitchen where her sister was and smirked. "soooooo..."

"what do you want?" she groaned, already knowing her sister's antics. "nothing, nothing." delilah shrugged. skyla then shook her head and grabbed the templates she uses for her coffees that she got for christmas. she grabbed the heart one and thought, why not use that one for jude she placed it on top of the coffee and poured foam lightly on top. when she took the template off she smiled on the sight of the white heart sitting nicely on top of the coffee.

"you're so corny." delilah chuckled watching her sister.

skyla scoffed. "shut up."

she grabbed the two mugs and walked to the living room where the two boys were and handed them their drinks. they both thanked the girl before malik noticed something. "um, where's my heart? you don’t rate your big brother, yea?"

she was going to answer, but she was too stuck on the fact that jude did not even acknowledge the heart. sure, she didn't expect him to bounce off walls but a smile would've been nice. “you don’t deserve a heart!” she snapped at her brother, hearing delilah laugh behind her. she then turned on her heels and walked right back upstairs but not without looking at jude once more.

hours passed since skyla was downstairs making coffee for her brother and jude. the footballer was still over despite it being around 7:00 pm. the sun was setting making a yellow and pinkish hue appear in the sky. it was pretty skyla thought.

the said girl had her airpods in blasting bryson tiller while staring at the celling. her head placed on her soft silk pillows as she lip synced the lyrics to the songs. obviously the music wasn't loud enough because she was still able to hear the harsh knocks coming from the other side of her room door. sighing, she harshly pressed the button on one of her airpods to pause the music. "come in!"

she was expecting to see malik or delilah walk through the door so that's why she was so shocked when she saw jude instead.

"oh! hi jude." she squeaked out, sitting up watching the boy carefully. jude would never come to her room on his own unless he had to get something for her brother. "what's up?"

"hey, nothing really i just wanted to know if you wanna play fifa with me? malik just ran to get us some food and i need a fifa partner." he explained, picking up a plushie skyla kept on her desk. she silently cursed herself knowing he'd might find her immature for keeping a childhood teddy bear.

"uh- sure why not?" skyla eventually agreed and got up from her position on her bed. skyla had absolutely no idea how to play fifa but she would do anything to spend time with jude without malik breathing over her shoulder.

"literally, this is fucking bullshit!" skyla whined after jude scored again. she took a look at the scoreboard. 6-2 and everyone can guess who scored the 6 goals. jude laughed as he enjoyed winning. jude always liked to win no matter what he was playing at. it didn't matter and that was one thing skyla liked about him. soon, a whistle sound effect came from the game signaling that it was fulltime and it was quite clear that jude absolutely annihilated skyla. he put the controller and did his usual football celebration with resulted in skyla rolling her eyes "you're annoying."

"nah i'm just too good." he smirked, picking up his phone. skyla just smiled, knowing he was always full of himself but she found it attractive. while he was scrolling through his phone skyla just stared. not in a creepy way, but more in a admiration way. his side profile was perfect, his lips was perfect, his hair was perfect, his eyes was perfect. he was just perfect in every aspect in her eyes.

suddenly, she felt bold enough to ask the one question on her mind. that question being if he wanted to go on a date with her. well, not exactly a date, more like hanging out with just them two alone but it was still a date to her. before she could even ask the question, jude turned his phone to her and asked a question. "do you know who this is?"

she looked at his phone and her face dropped. it was an instagram profile of one of her friends from school. one of her most popular friends at that. "um yea that's one of my friends, she's in my french class. why?" she questioned, her throat feeling tight.

"she's pretty."

and right after he said that, she saw him press the follow button and go right to her dms.

skyla then sharply inhaled and looked away. well she could kiss that "date" goodbye.

moments later, malik walked through the door with 2 big bags of food. for whatever reason, 2 more of his friends accompanied him at his sides but skyla could really care less. "i brought food!" malik announced, placing the bags of food onto the table in the living room. he reached in the bag as 2 of his other friends dabbed up jude and sat on the couch.

malik then passed skyla a chicken sandwich and fries. "here you go, see? i'm a nice person." he proved making skyla scoff but still thanking him while accepting the food. he passed out the food to everyone else but all of a sudden sky heard someone curse and when she looks to her left, she see fries all over jude's lap and the floor.

"for fuck sakes!" he groaned throwing his head back as his friends laughed. skyla felt bad so she did the only thing that came to mind. she extended her hand that held her cup of fries towards him. "here, you can have mine." she offered making jude and malik's head whip towards her.

"seriously?" he asked, shocked but still taking the cup from her hands. she shrugged and grabbed her sandwich that was still wrapped in foil. "fries are literally your favorite skyla." malik pointed out making her sigh as she stood up. "it's fine."

they really were her favorite but she didn't mind.

"whatever. bring delilah her food please." he gave her a paper brown bag holding the food and sat down on the couch, starting to converse with his friends. skyla walked upstairs and knocked on delilah's room, opening it after she heard the "come in!" she walked in to see delilah laying on her bed, tucked in her covers watching tv. "here, malik brought food." she placed the paper bag on lilah's table next to her bed, digging through the bag and taking a couple of fries.

"how greedy of you?" delilah kissed her teeth watching her older sister eat her fries. skyla smiled in returned and walked out the room, closing the door behind her. she started to make her way downstairs but stopped abruptly when she heard one of malik's friends mention her name.

"so skyla? she was quick to give you her fries, what's going on there?" malik’s nosey friend asked jude. of course they wait after she leaves to talk about her.

"nothing is going on, that's just jude's loyal fan girl."

they all started to laugh at their friends remark except malik who turned his attention to his phone. skyla cringed at their words. she wasn't anyone's fangirl and she's surely hoped jude didn't believe that.

"nah lads it all banter. i enjoy the attention but i only entertain it to entertain everyone else really." jude started. "i know she has like the biggest crush on me but it's nothing like that with me. plus i just found some girl's instagram, absolute 10/10 let me show you."

malik groaned. "im tired of you guys talking about my sister like im not right here."

"sorry man"

skyla didn't realize there were tears falling down her face until they started to fall faster. yes, she knew jude probably didn't like her back but hearing him voice it was a different kind of pain. “i enjoy the attention” and “i only entertain it to entertain everyone else” was all she was thinking about at the moment. she could physically feel her heart break.

the girl turned on her heels and went back upstairs, rushing into her room and closing the door. seconds later she silently broke down into more tears. she would've rather gotten rejected to her face than behind her back like that.

hearing jude's true feelings about her in that moment, made her think.

“what am i doing wrong?”

[sstrange-cloudss-art]

[gurbled-gargles]

Fairy lights in a tummy, I think it’d be cool

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I think you should draw more ABA, I don’t feel like ABA gets enough representation in your art

Chat, do they know??

[kommandonuovidiavoli]

Aaaaaaaand they're done too, YAY!

I always stopped working on them because I kept thinking "I can't show them until I do this-"

I think I did "that", sort of... this only confirms it, lmao!

Enjoy~