#these 2 are so bff 2 me

[sealbee101]

the s actually stands for serving

close up!!! vv

[justvea18]

Currently thinking about them

[dinasfavslut]

Pervert BFF loser!Ellie HC

Warnings: Slight smut near the end, Invasion of privacy,

Sorry if there are any mistakes I promise I proof read Let me know if I missed anything enjoy<33

- Imagine spending all day with your best friend Ellie at the current festival in town. You call her to see if she’s available, and lucky for you, she is.

- Bff loser!Ellie, who showed up two hours earlier than you both planned, was just so excited to see you and spend all day together.

- Bff loser!Ellie who’s face gets a little flushed, but just from the heat, totally not when you texted her you're here with a little heart after it.

- Bff loser!Ellie who is so excited to finally see you, and you, who are just as excited, run up and jump into her arms, squeezing her tightly. Her face gets all hot and red, and all the affection going down to her cunt.

“Oh, someone's excited to see me, huh?" She teases and lifts her head up, and that’s when she's met with Dina and Jesse. Just great. They really spoiled her chance of getting one-on-one time with you.

"Yeah, it’s been a while! I did miss you. Oh, and I hope it’s okay that I brought those two along."

- Bff loser!Ellie, who of course doesn’t have a problem with either of them but is slightly disappointed you didn’t ask her if you could bring them along since she was looking forward to just you talking to her, but now she had to compete with the others for your attention.

- Bff loser!Ellie, who would sneak looks at your chest because you decided to wear one of your Y2K lace-trimmed v-neck cropped tanks, the one that showed just the tops of your tits and slightly above your belly button, could also see your thighs every time you sat down. Your skirt rose and exposed your thighs. She imagined the way they would feel, squeezing her head as you sat on her face, her tongue swirling around your sensitive, puffy clit. The way you would moan her name, but she got flustered from just you talking to her, so that dream would have to wait.

- Bff loser!Ellie, who offers to buy you a drink since it’s so hot, only gets one large drink so she can taste the flavor of your pretty lip gloss on the straw. "What's your problem? I’m just saving money."

"Uh huh, sure, Ellie, we both know you’re just a cheapskate," and yeah, she would let you believe that just to kiss you indirectly.

- Bff loser!Ellie, who gets dragged on the Ferris wheel with you and feels herself throb in her boxers when you squeeze her arm as you reach the very top of the ride.

- Bff loser!Ellie, who would stand next to Jesse, who’s judging you and Dina while you both jump in the bounce house,"hey can I go on your phone?" She asks, already opening your phone.

"I mean, if you really want to?" The first App she clicks on is Snapchat, and in her wonder, she swipes to your your eyes only.

"What’s your eyes only password?" she regretted her words as soon as they slipped from her mouth. She was thinking more with her cunt than her brain. "Uh, well, only if you want. I was pretty much joking," she reassured, trying to make herself sound less perverted, but her face was all flushed and she was stumbling over her words. You turned to Dina, simply asking if you should let Ellie look through your eyes only, and were met by a small nod and smirk.

"The password is 7323," she nodded and quickly typed it in. "There are some pictures in there, just, you know, just to warn you." Ellie nodded. She was fully aware of what she was doing. There were some cute outfit pictures, a few pictures of you and your ex, some of you being goofy, which she couldn’t help but chuckle at, and there were a lot of really good pictures in there. She wondered why you would hide them in there since you looked so good. She continued to scroll, getting more eager to see those pictures you were talking about, and little did she know that she was getting close really close. In fact, there were some pictures of you using your front camera and angling the camera at your chest, a few thigh shots, and a lot of pictures of you showing your tits in your bras. One was plain and black, nothing too special; another was a pretty white one with lace accents. Her favorite one; she'd seen it in your drawer before or on the floor, and she imagined how you would look in it, striping down for her. It was an Arabella lace, soft triangle, forest green bra, and, she could see your little nipples through the lace. Her breath hitched, and She could feel her clit throb. Her boxers were getting wet. God, were you beautiful to her. She looked down further and saw everything she had imagined, yet it was all way better. You holding your bare tits together. your fingers thrusting into you.

"Fuck"

"Everything okay, Els?" The screen went black, your phone died. I mean, it was already at like 3% when you gave it to her, so it’s really no surprise

"Uh, yeah, just your phone died. Um, I’m sorry." She muttered.

- Bff loser!Ellie, who would let you login to your account on her phone to make sure you didn’t get any important messages.

- Bff loser!Ellie, who got Spider-Man face paint because you wanted her to match you, while Jesse got Batman, and Dina got a few butterflies.

- Bff loser!Ellie, who had actually run out of money this time from buying you everything you wanted, is now getting everyone one of the glowing accessories since it’s getting dark and hard to see everyone.

- Bff loser!Ellie who blushed when you kissed her cheek goodbye as much as she loved to see you she needed to get home to deal with the ache she'd been hiding between her thighs for hours.

- Pervert Bff loser!Ellie, who still has your Snap account on her phone and who wrote down your, eyes-only password in her notes 7323.

- Pervert Bff loser!Ellie, who logs into your account and goes into your, eyes only "7323," she whispers to herself and types it in. Looking at all your pictures, she took off her pants and boxers, practically throwing them to the side.

- Pervert Bff loser!Ellie, who plunges her fingers into her dripping cunt and stares at her screen, has her fingers working so harshly it almost hurts yet feels so good and came the hardest she ever has before.

- Pervert Bff loser!Ellie, who logs back into your Snap account and cums to your pictures every. Single. Night.

[neolxzr]

i knew you'd come back (i never had any doubt)

[arolegos]

todays my birfday i drew my ocs guys!!!

[michsmeesh]

i have been unable to stop thinking about these two since volume 1 dropped on friday and my witcher hyperfix just hit me again at full fucking force

in other words THEY FINALLY GAVE US THE QUEER POLY BARD WE DESERVED RAAAHHHHHHH

[beanzabear]

i will take from your deafening silence, that we are now, bffs. BFF FOREVER!!!

the line i’m referencing ^^

[plskillme22]

Veil of Deceit

bff!yeonjun x gn!reader, yandere, 1.9k words, not proofread, mdni

warnings: reader wears halloween makeup, yandere themes, knives, reader gets attacked and drugged, violence, talk of drunk people (they're at a party), reference to hooking up but no smut (STILL MDNI)

THIS IS NOT A ROMANTICIZATION OF THESE THEMES, THIS IS STRICTLY FICTION AND POSTED FOR THE SAKE OF SPOOKY SEASON, I DO NOT CONDONE THE ACTIONS PORTRAYED IN THIS STORY. OBSESSION IS NOT ROMANTIC.

IF I MISSED ANY LET ME KNOW! <3

A/N: hi this is kinda bad, i just wanted to get something out, sorry lmao, lmk if it sucks <3

-k

"I'll be fine, Gyu, I'm right down the street anyways."

These were the last words you spoke before you made your way out of the cramped living room and into the front yard. It was your best friend Yeonjun's idea to come to this party--something about his friend's frat throwing it--but squeezing between hordes of drunk people wasn't exactly how you were planning to spend your Halloween. Yes, you would do almost anything to please him, but that was before that weird guy dressed as Maverick from Top Gun tried to grind on you.

You would've told Yeonjun that you were going home if you could find him, but after a few minutes of searching and multiple missed calls and unanswered texts, you figured it might be better to just leave. If he got upset, at least there would be a trail of proof of your efforts. Honestly, he was probably preoccupied with that nun you had seen latched onto him earlier in the night.

Admittedly, you were a little bit disappointed in how quickly your best friend had lost you in the crowd. You were honestly hopeful that tonight would be a fun time. A "great way to let off some steam," as Yeonjun had put it when he was initially convincing you to come. Now, you think you're remembering why it's been so long since he was able to drag you out from the comfort of your couch like this.

Wrapping your jacket a little bit tighter around you as a small breeze blows by, you think about the cup of tea you're going to make when you get home. You'll change into your pajamas, clean the makeup off of your face, and put on a Halloween movie while you snuggle up in front of your tv. The daydream you put yourself in takes over your mind, and you don't even notice the figure trailing behind you.

Footsteps approach you, and you get the feeling that something is off. Right as you whip your neck around to look at your surroundings, you feel a blow delivered to the back of your head. Dazed, you watch with blurry eyesight as the asphalt rushes up to meet you, knocking all of the air out of your lungs.

"What's happening? Is this it?" you think to yourself while staring blankly at the sky with half-lidded eyes, the world spinning around you.

A figure comes into view, looming above your frame. A white mask with black lips and a black heart around the eye stares down at you. They tilt their head, studying your crumpled form.

"P-please…" you manage to squeak out, willing your head to stop pounding so you can do something-- anything.

The figure knelt beside you, their arm resting on their leg. You notice a metallic glint from their hand, and quickly realize that they're holding a knife--either a bowie or a chefs; you couldn't tell. The person raises the sharp object up to your neck, softly trailing it down to your collarbones. You can hear faint breathing behind the mask, and you listen to your own labored breath. The sound grounds you, and you summon all of the adrenaline and strength you possibly can. You slowly and carefully go for the little pocket knife on your keys.

"I won't die like this."

Suddenly, you bolt up, swinging your arm at your assailant. You manage a small cut on the right side of their neck, and you hear a short hiss as they stumble back and reach up to feel the laceration.

You don't waste any time as you sprint off, thankful that your apartment complex is only about a block away now.

You don't look behind you, knowing that it will only slow you down. Instead, you focus all of your energy into running, using every bit of strength to get your keys ready as you approach your door. Fumbling to quickly put the little piece of metal in the lock, you spare a glance in the direction that you came from, expecting to see the masked figure running towards you. You're surprised when you see… nothing. Nobody was there, chasing after you.

Confused, but still on high-alert, you quickly make your way inside and lock the door behind you, collapsing on the other side in fatigue, your breathing labored. Tears begin streaming down your face as you dig your phone out of the pocket of your costume, calling the first person that came to mind.

When Yeonjun still didn't answer, you called Beomgyu, hoping and praying to any deity that would listen that he would pick up.

"Hey, did you make it home safe?" you hear Beomgyu on the other end of the line.

"Gyu…" you sob through the phone.

"What? What happened? Are you okay? What's going on?" his voice turned frantic, and the music from the party fades away as you presume he stepped outside to hear you.

"Please come over" you manage to get out.

"I'm on my way."

~~~

The next day, you don't wake up until you hear Yeonjun enter your apartment, assuming Beomgyu called him and let him in.

You slowly raise your head from your brown couch, where you guess you ended up passing out last night. You don't remember much after unlocking the door for Beomgyu and trying to tell him what happened. You faintly recall him helping you file a police report, but you weren't sure. You really hoped you didn't have a concussion from that hit to the head.

"Oh my God, y/n, are you okay?" Yeonjun asks, quickly crouching next to you by the couch.

"I… I'm alright." you reply hoarsely, your throat raw from crying.

"Beomgyu told me everything, I'm so sorry I didn't pick up the phone. This is all my fault."

"Don't blame yourself, Jjun. I'm okay now, everything is fine."

"No, I-I should have been there for you. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry."

Yeonjun grabs your hands in his larger ones, looking down at them as he whispered his apologies repeatedly.

You remain quiet, thinking over the events that occurred last night. You're still shocked that something like that happened to you. Getting attacked like you did… that's something that happens in the movies. Something that you hear about on the news, but never something that happens to you.

Beomgyu comes back over to the couch, and you look to him as he stares softly down at you and Yeonjun.

"Are you going to be okay? If you want me to stay, I will." He speaks gently.

Although you were worried that the person from last night might've seen where you live, you ultimately decided that it'd still be okay with just one friend here to watch over you.

"I think I'll be okay now, Yeonjun will take the next shift" you say jokingly, trying to lighten the mood. Humor had always been your coping mechanism.

With a smile that didn't reach his eyes, Beomgyu responds "as long as you're sure. Jjun, will you guys be okay?"

Yeonjun looks up at him, still grasping your hands. He nods slightly, eyes bloodshot from tears unshed.

With a nod and another smile towards you, your other friend makes his way to the door, putting his shoes back on as he takes his leave.

The door clicks shut, and you look back to Yeonjun, still crouched in front of you.

"Hey, c'mon, get up. There's no use dwelling on it like this, right?" you say softly to him. You have always been the one to make sure everybody else was okay before you, and you couldn't help but take on that role now, even after everything that had happened.

The man in front of you looked up at you and nodded, slowly standing up to sit next to you on the couch.

"Is there anything I can do for you? Are you hungry? Thirsty? You must be thirsty, right? You haven't had any water yet today, I'll go get you some water." He rambles as he stands up and paces over to your small kitchen. You try to fight the smile on your lips at his caring nature, watching as he retrieves your favorite blue mug from a cabinet.

You turn towards the TV in front of you, reaching for the remote on the coffee table. Maybe a movie will take your mind off of everything. It would probably be best to just forget about it. Like you said, no use dwelling on it--what's done is done. Now all you could do is wait for the police to do their job and bring your attacker to justice, but you didn't have high hopes.

You hear Yeonjun click the lock closed on your front door and feel thankful that he's looking out for your safety. He comes back and settles next to you on the couch, handing you your water.

"Here, drink up. You have to be dehydrated after the night you had."

You thank him quietly as you take the water, slowly sipping it before downing it, realizing just how thirsty you are. He watches to make sure you finish it, then gently takes the mug from your hands, setting it on the table in front of you.

"What are we watching?"

You think for a moment before responding with "I'm not sure, maybe something Disney? I think that would be the most comforting right now, I don't know if I'm up to start something new."

He nods in understanding, and you eventually decide on a movie from your childhood.

Maybe thirty minutes into the movie, you pulled the blanket from the back of the couch onto you, then immediately kicked it off, then pulled it back on, frustrated. It was if you were too hot and too cold at the same time. Yeonjun looked over at you, concern etched onto his face.

"Are you feeling okay?" he asked gently.

You nodded, but suddenly noticed how dizzy you were becoming, nausea overtaking you. Maybe that hit to the head is having some nasty aftereffects?

You glance away from the TV towards your best friend, breathing getting slower. Why was it so difficult to move? And why is Yeonjun smiling?

"Jjun… wha- what's happening?" you say, your speech slurring together.

Just then, while getting a good look at him, you notice a little cut on the right side of his neck. It looks relatively fresh, as if he only got it within the past 24 hours.

"Oh, Love, use that pretty brain of yours. I know you're smart enough to figure this out." he said, his tone mocking.

You stumble up from the couch and try to head for your front door, but your reaction time has dulled down, and you're having trouble moving. You fall to the ground as your legs give out beneath you.

Yeonjun stands up and walks over to you slowly, his hands in his pockets. He has a smirk on his face as he peers down at your frame on the ground. He's starting to get blurry, and you panic. You feel like you're about to hyperventilate, but your body won't let you, everything going slower.

"Oh y/n, if only you knew how much I love you… you'd never want to leave my side. But now you're mine, and I'll make sure nobody will ever take you away from me."

thank you for reading!! <3

-k

[parisoonic]

hey there, just wanted to say that I absolutely adore you're art style, such yummy shape it scratches my brain just right 10/10

also I'm in love with how you portray the start of heavy and medics relationship, like how they bicker and get on each others nerves a tiny bit,

I wanted to ask you what was the turning point from that to them kissing in the moonlight and whatnot

(sorry if this feels out of the blue I'm just really invested in the way you characterize them and I think your art is really cool)

heya! no worries (and thank you for your kind words!) - this ask got me really excited as ive had a few ideas rocking around for a bit...depending on the day of the week i'll give you a different answer as to 'how' but the general gist is collegues who are bad at their jobs -> collegues who are GREAT at their jobs -> out of hours friends -> inseperable -> taking a chance on 'ruining' that friendship -> it all works out.

I tried to answer through a little bit of a comic...this is literally the 0th draft...needs an extra page or two and a few more drawings (and then overall....redrawing) but i need to post as otherwise i won't get any work done. I'll finish it one day! but enjoy! :)

[sunsetsandsunshine]

~ 𝙱𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝙵𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 ~

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝚃𝙸𝙲𝙺𝙻𝙴𝚃𝙾𝙱𝙴𝚁 𝙳𝙰𝚈 𝟹-𝟺: 𝙲𝙷𝙴𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚄𝙿/𝚁𝙴𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙱𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴˚*• ̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*＊·̩̩̥͙

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝙷𝚞𝚛𝚝/𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜: 𝟸,𝟻𝟷𝟼

𝙻𝚎𝚎: 𝚁𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚢 🏒💙

𝙻𝚎𝚛’s: 𝙱𝚛𝚎𝚎 ⛸️💜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎 🥅💚

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙱𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚕…𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚁𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚢. 𝙱𝚞𝚝…𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎. 𝚁𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝…𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎…

(𝙰/𝙽: 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚔/𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚜 𝙳𝙽𝙸!!! 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛’𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚜! 𝙳𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚍!!!)

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚃𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚔𝚒𝚍𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚒𝚐 𝙰𝙷𝙰𝙷

𝙸𝙼𝙿𝙾𝚁𝚃𝙰𝙽𝚃: 𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙸𝙻𝙴𝚁𝚂 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙸𝙽𝚂𝙸𝙳𝙴 𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝟸??? 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔— 𝙸 𝚍𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚘. 𝙸 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗’𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚎 𝚢𝚎𝚝— 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑!

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙴𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚘𝚘𝚢𝚢𝚢𝚢𝚢𝚢𝚢˚*•✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙

“Grace…please. Me and Riley have heard enough of your playlist. Just admit mine is better so we can carry on with our sleepover festivites.” Bree sighed, resting her head on Riley’s shoulder.

“Just one more song! Then I’ll be done.” Grace smiled as she pressed play on Shuffle as she went to her Spotify app, “Whatever song it is…I’m 101% sure you guys will lohooooove it.” 

The song played for a bit, the music bouncing around the room as Riley and Bree slowly started to realize what they were allowing themselves to listen to…

“…I-Is this…Peaches from the Mario movie…?” The blue eyed teen snickered, laughing louder as Bree just sadly facepalmed. 

The glasses wielding teenager got up from where she was sitting, standing up and basically snatching away Grace’s phone from her palms. 

“Okahay, yeahhhhhh…no. I’m turning this off.” The purple cladded girl mused as she did just that, giving the electronic back to the green pajama wearing girl. “So, based on popular vote…which was just me, myself and I…I declare myself the winner of Deciding Who’s Spotify Playlist is the MOST Banger! Or DWSPITMB for short.”

“How come you get to decide what playlist is quote on quote 'the best?!' I think mine is pretty suherb.” The smaller teenager huffed. 

Bree adjusted her glasses, raising an unamused brow at her smaller friend as she sighed in disappointment. Riley, though, just chuckled in utter amusement, sitting on her bed criss-cross as she munched on some the leftover popcorn they made earlier in the night.

Bree loved proving people wrong…and Riley loved watching it allllll unfold. 

“First off: it’s superb. And second, no it is not! Your playlist just consists of meme songs!” The chocolate eyed girl said matter-of-factly.

The green cladded teenager scoffed, “Oh yeah? Like what?”

“Goofy Goober…Smash Mouth All Stars…It’s Raining Tacos— shall I continue?” 

Grace crossed her arms, glancing to the side of her as she wallowed in defeat. 

In her defense…although the songs she liked were classified as 'meme songs'…they lowkey kind of ate down…

…Just a bit…

…Juuuuust a tad…?

“No…” The smallest of the three huffed. 

“And you!” Bree said as she pointed at Riley, ignoring the small surprised squeak that came out of the blondie, “Your playlist is just straight up Disney songs!! If that doesn’t scream basic I don’t know what does…” 

The blue cladded teenager swiflty got up and went towards her best friends which resulted into all of them looking like the formation of a small triangle, “Wooooah woah woah woah! Don’t drag me into this! Disney’s songs are peak and they will continue to stay peak!” 

Grace grimaced, rubbing the back of her neck, “After Encanto…Disney kinda fell off I’m not gonna lie, Ri…” She grumbled under her breath. But her dismay, Riley heard it loud and clear..

Crystal clear, to be exact.

“A GIRL WHO HAS 'NEVER GONNA GIVE YOU UP' IN HER PLAYLIST SHOULD NOT BE TALKING!!!” The girl in blue screamed. 

“IT’S GENUINELY A FUN SONG! YOU’RE JUST JEALOUS YOU DON’T HAVE MY MUSIC TASTE! AND AT LEAST MY PLAYLIST HAS A THEME…unlike someone I know…” The black haired teen snapped back, trying not to giggle at Bree’s loud and dramatic offended gasp. 

“HEY HEY HEY!! DON’T YOU EEEEEVEN START!!” The girl in glasses yelled, “You wouldn’t know good music if it hit you right in the face!”

“Oho I do so know good music! But you have Laufey, Jack Stauber and Green Day all in the same. playlist!!!” The blue iris wielding teenager scoffed, putting a hand on her hip, “And besides, if your playlist is the 'superb' one, what have I been listening to this entire time on my playlist, huh?”

“Trash.” Bree said plainly and simply, the three best friends locking eye contact with one another for a moment or two before bursting into loud uncontrollable cackles. 

The three teen’s laughed at their silliness, all sitting on Riley’s bed as they tried to calm down to the best to their abilities.

“Trash.” Grace exclaimed as she tried her best to match Bree’s voice before breaking character and snickering again, “PFFTHAH! Even the wahay yohou said ihat was juhust sohoho fucking peherfect.”

“Ihi dohon’t know whahat cahame ohohover me…i-ihit juhust happened!” The purple cladded teen snorted, pulling out her phone from out of her pocket, “Fohor the Archives?” 

“For the Archives.” The tallest teen agreed, all of them getting close to one another to take a picture. 

The brown eyed girl pressed the button to encapture the memory through a single photograph, looking down at it happily as she squinted, looking at it more attentively. 

Bree screamed in shock, putting her phone face down on the bed as she pulled her hood up, engulfing her face inside of it as she layed on her back, “MY GLASSES! MY. FREAKING. GLASSES!!! THEY’RE UPSIDE DOWN!! WHY DIDN’T YOU TWO TELL ME?!” She cried in embarrassment. 

Her two friend’s in question exchanged a look with each other, holding back more small snickers, “Ihi thought yohou were gohoing fohor aha look!” Grace grinned. 

“I WASN’T!!!” The purple cladded one huffed, fixing her glasses so they weren’t upside down anymore, “You two are so damn fake…”

“Oho puh-leeeease.” The hazelnut eyed girl sweetly said, wrapping the other in a big bear hug, “You loooooove us.” She teased. 

The blondie leaned on her bed-frame, hugging her knees together as she rested her chin on her knees, watching the other two bicker about absolutely nothing.

And suddenly…out of nowhere, Riley’s fond smile turned to…a small, sad one…

She didn’t know why.

She had no idea why.

But all of a sudden…she just felt…sad.

Not, like, depressed sad…

…But not subtle sad, either. 

“…I’m gonna miss this…” The taller suddenly blurted out, not really carrying if the other two heard or not…

…But, of course…they heard loud and clear…

…Crystal, even.

“…Miss what, Ri?” The smallest of the three asked casually, giving the blue eyed teen her full attention as Bree looked at her as well.

The blonde rubbed her knuckles slightly, anxiously looking away and avoiding eye contact with the other two, “Just…hanging out with you guys, I guess. Just…being here, y'know? School starts in, like, a week and I really don’t think I’m ready…”

“Don’t remind me…” The girl with glasses whined dramatically, flopping on Grace’s chest as the hazelnut eyed teen happily and gladly held her in her arms tighter, squeezing her comfortingly as she took her hood off from her head, “It’s freaking crazy…I remember us cleaning out our Middle School lockers like it was yesterday…” The green cladded girl grinned with nostalgia. 

“Pff…speaking of, you guys remember when I found a year old sandwhich in Ryan’s locker?! That shit was hilarious.” Riley said as the other two laughed. 

“That shit was disgusting. I’ve never seen something so…so…hideous…” The girl in purple pajamas fake gagged, “…Well, besides you of course.” The chocolate eyed teen said as she gestured towards the hazelnut eyed teen. 

“HEY!” Grace huffed, lightly flicking Bree’s forehead. 

The tallest of the three of them let out a short laugh…but, it lasted longer than her usual, genuine laugh…

…This one seemed…forced. 

Her laugh’s started to sound a bit choked as tears ran down her face. In alarm, both Bree and Grace went to her side’s immediately, making sure their friend was okay…

…Well, as 'okay' as a crying person could be at the moment. 

“Sorry…sorry, gosh…I’m…I-I’m b-being so stupid…” The blondie sniffled, wiping her nose and face with her sleeve. “No…you aren’t.” The girl with glasses reassured as she rubbed the other’s back, “You’re just upset…and that’s okay.”

“But…B-But I’m not upset…” 

“…You’re not?” The shortest one of them all asked carefully.

Riley sniffled once more, glaring at her knees, “I don’t…a-at least I don’t think I am. I’m just…scared, I guess.” She explained as more and more tears ran down her face like they were never-ending, “I…I liked Middle School…a lot. I met you guys a-and s-so many other p-people that changed m-my life for the b-better.” The baby blue eyed teen said softly, a wobbly smile stretching to her features. 

“I-I was able to f-find myself and know who I-I wanna be!! A-And n-not to mention I-I was even a-able to d-do d-dodgeball on Gym days! Dodgeball!” The blonde exclaimed whilst sobbing. 

Grace rested her head on Riley’s shoulder, holding her hand in her’s to stop the taller’s excessive hand rubbing, “Still saluting you for carrying our Dodgeball team...” The green loving teenager murmured.

“B-But now…it’s j-just Middle School a-all over again. A-And I-I’m gonna be the n-new k-kid…” The blue cladded kid sighed as she buried her head on her knees, “A-And I won’t have you guys…”

There was a long enough silence that lasted for a while; all that was heard was Riley’s quiet sobs (well— as quiet as one can get when crying) and Bree and Grace’s breathing patterns.

Grace crossed her arms, giggling, “Uhuh…who said that?” 

“You two are gonna be at a different school—” The blonde tried to explain but was almost immediately cut off by her other best friend, “Still doesn’t mean we won’t be there. Phones exist, Ri-Tie. We have our group-chat! We can FaceTime on the weekends and meet up during holiday breaks!” The girl in glasses happily said. 

“B-But…w-what if we don’t k-keep in t-t-touch? O-Or we g-get in a-a f-fight through text a-and we d-don’t talk to e-each other f-f-for months?!” The blue cladded teenager exclaimed in exasperation and desperation, holding her friend’s hand in her’s as she tried to calm herself down.

The brown eyed girl squeezed her friend’s hand comfortingly, her eyes softening, “…It seems like your less worried about school…and more worried about…'losing us…'”

Riley just quietly sniffled, looking away in embarrassment. 

“Ri…you aren’t going to 'lose us'. We legit aren’t going anywhere.” Grace explained thoroughly. 

“But…B-But what if y-you f-f-find someone…better?” The blue eyed girl probed. 

“…Better?” Her two friend’s questioned. 

“Like…me but…better.” The taller inquired. 

“I can’t promise that we won’t…make friends at our new school…but I can promise there will be no person at that place that can replace you. Heck, no one on this Earth can replace you even if they tried. And you wanna know why?” Grace grinned as she squished other’s hand a bit harder.

Riley smiled slightly at the action, squeezing back, “Pff…why?”

“Because you’re Riley freaking Anderson! AWOOGA!!!” The green and purple cladded girl’s both shouted, causing the other to laugh her tears away as she wiped her eyes, “G-Guys…that was so. damn. cringy. PLEASE never do that again…”

“Alas, it is what we do best.” The hazelnut eyed girl said as she dramatically lied down on the bed, “And speaking of which…I think you need some cheering up Ri-Pie…you still look down in the dumps.” And with that, Grace got up and pinned Riley’s wrists to the bed with one hand as the other wiggled teasingly.

The blondie audibly gulped, a small, nervous smile spreading to her features as she blushed slightly. 

The brunette giggled at the sight, putting her hand’s around her mouth to make her own voice seem like it was coming out of a megaphone, “Houston! Houston, we haaaaave a problem! It seems like Ri-Ri needs some tickle tickle tickles~!” 

“SHUHUT. UHUP—”

“And it seems like she’s insulting me, ladies and gentlefolks…! How unfortunate…” The girl in glasses hummed as she sat where the taller’s head was, using her arms and pinning them up so Grace could tickle her freely, “And to think we could’ve gone easy on you…”

The girl beneath squeaked loudly, hiding her face in her arms, “Guhuhuys w-wahahait! Stahop!!” 

“But we haven’t even done anything!” Grace said innocently as she dug her fingers into the blue eyed teenager’s hips, “See? Not doing anything.” 

“BAHAH— hic! NO!” The tallest one of the three squeaked, tugging on her arms but because of her purple cladded friend’s hands…she wasn’t able to go anywhere.

“BREEHEE! LEHET hic l-leHET GOhoh ahahand squeak— GRAHAHACE!! STAHAHOP!!” The blondie said as she kicked her feet wildly on the mattress, “STAHAP IT NOHOHOW!!”

The teen in purple rolled her eyes fondly, “I mean we cooooould…but you need to tell us what to stop doing.”

“YOHOU. KNOHOW!” The tallest of the three shouted. 

“Hmmmmm…do I~?” 

“Y-YEHEHES!!”

“I dunno~! I don’t think I do~!” 

“YEHES. YOU. DO!”

“I don’t, actually…” The brunette inquired, letting go of the other’s arms and digging her hands into her underarms whilst kneading her ribs. 

Talk about double kill! 

The blue iris eyed kid arched her back momentarily, hugging her middles as she belly laughed loudly, “GYAHAH— hic! NOHOH! NOT THERE! NONONOHOH— squeal! PLAHAHEASE!!” 

“You’re a huge walking tickle spot, huh, Rile?” Grace snorted as she scribbled the blonde’s sides. “SHUHUHUT YOHOHOUR MOHOUTH!!!”

“Nah…we’re good.” The two tickler’s said sassily, giggling with each other as they said the exact same thing at the exact same time. 

Great mind think alike! 

“GEHET. OFF!” Cried the blonde, happy tears springing up in her eyes, her irises shooting out of their sockets as Grace unpredictably blew a raspberry on her stomach. 

A warning would have been nice…

“NAHAHAHAH!! GRAH— hic! GRAHAHACE!?”

“Yeeeeees?” The charcoal haired teen said innocently as Bree started to tickle Riley’s neck mercilessly. 

“OKAHAHAY!! OKAHAY!” The baby blue eyed teen screamed,  “AHALRIHIHIGHT AHAHALRIHIGHT! IHI SURRENDER!!!” 

“But we didn’t even get to your favorite spoooooot~!” The black haired teenager smirked, poking the blondie’s foot. “AHAHUGH!! NOHO! I-IHI hic DOHOHON’T HAHAVE hic hic OHONE!!!”

“Oh yeah…that’s right…you have four.” The hazelnut eyed kid taunted lightly, blowing more raspberries on Riley’s stomach as she squeezed her sides. “GRAHAHACE— hic hic NOHO PLEHEHEASE—” The taller squealed, happy tears rolling down her face as the purple cladded one of the three wiggled her fingers over the blondie’s ribs and neck.

“GUHUHUYS— SQUEAK!! IHI���M GOHOHONNA DIE!!!”

“Then. perish.” Bree said simply, tickling Riley’s neck and ribs as the tallest of the group went absolutely mad with laughter. “As I said, no one can replace you, Ri…seriously…I don’t think I met anyone who’s laughed this loud…” The girl in glasses giggled. 

“Agreed…we’ll keep in touch, go to resturants and it’ll be perfectly perfect…ish. It won’t be the same like last year but we’ll just learn to adjust—“

“IHIHI GEHET IHAT!!!” Riley screamed, her cackles dying down as her best friend’s lied down next to her; Grace on her left whilst Bree was on her right. 

“Promise?” Grace asked once more.

“Prohohomise…” The blonde snorted, wiping her eyes as she playfully glared at her best friends, “Don’t think for a second you guys are off the hook…sleep with one eye open…”

“Will do.” Bree yawned, stretching as she quietly went to sleep, Grace soon following as her eyes closed and drifted to slumber.

Riley smiled fondly at her friend’s…

…Her best friends…

Riley might not go to the same school as them anymore…but that didn’t matter.

The distance that was going to be between her and them would be…strong.

But their love and appreciation for one another was stronger…

And no damn distance would change that…

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙵𝙸𝙽˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙ 

(𝙿.𝚂.: 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐!!!)

[tojisun]

beautiful diva

[swagging-back-to]

worst trope is found family separating as soon as the antagonist is dealt with.

[silusvesuius]

this tree from my new drawing looking goated afffffff 👑👑

[puhpandas]

steel wool has the hugest opportunity in the world for a sb 2 like. vanny cassie plotline of her having been manipulated by mimic to be its new minion by framing Gregory during the elevator scene to cut off her one support system. gregory vanessa and freddy protags fleshing them out with dialogue as characters but also their motivations and what theyve been doing for years. have their long absence in games period but also in universe from helping the glamrocks/setting up mxes be explained by showcasing their fear and trauma by them just wanting to get away and they thought they were safe but they werent. have cassie be the reason they have to jump back into the fray and realize no matter what they do theyll have to kill mimic for good to be truly free even if they're afraid. plot of the game is Gregory trying to convince cassie he didnt do it and that shes being tricked and it takes all campaign to get through to her, probably after an intense dramatic climax. have Roxy be there by Cassies side to show how Freddy abandoning them at the Plex affected her and the 2 sides of the same coin the 2 of them have going on regarding sentience and their relationship with the characters they were designed to be with Freddy who got to be free and roxy who didnt. the actual vanny comes back as a big betrayal towards mimic after killing glitchtrap in hw2, either to become an antihero or to try and take over as mastermind. superstar duo reunite and names cleared. throughout the campaign Gregory finds out about ggy and its revealed in a room with documents about patient 46 and tapes where a final tape is found and Gregory speaks in it or is addressed by name. he grapples with it and not remembering it. btw setting is a modern day fallfest which is like amusement park size instead of small festival. boom peak game

[ruuhkaaika]

okay i finished "my life with the walter boys" and i'm gonna type my thoughts and then i promise i will never talk about it again woah that was terrible

some positive things first

i loved hayley's and tara's friendship almost one of the only stable and balanced friendships i have ever seen on media

hayley and will communicating was beautiful i love complicated relationships that get fixed through communication woo

katherine and george PLEASE adopt me i know your money situation is bad but please i love you guys best parents on media i love them omg

nathan and danny on top love you guys i love a fellow theater kid

erin ily please run away

kiley ily please run away

our dear mc jackie HAS ambitions wooo!!!

jackie was okay i like that she stood up for herself

and the way she told off cole "drinking doesn't give you a free pass to be an ass" (??) PREACH! AMEN!

alex's freckles are my downfall

now... things that pissed me off/don't make sense/just wtf

why on earth were people calling jackie "orphan annie" like i love mean girls yes be mean but c'mon no one can be that insensitive

love triangles piss me off

they were all insufferable

cole "i don't want to hurt my brothers feelings" walter, proceeds to flirt with jackie and give her the doe eyes.. you're not that cool to get away with everything STOP

girl code olivia.. girl code!! erin should have taken more time to forgive her

jackie's talking to parker about being her older sister then proceeds to kiss two brothers... DO YOU SEE THE PROBLEM

and jackie wth girlie i want to like you but wth are you doiiing

why is cheating so normalized in straight media are you guys okay

oh and of course i love gay people as much as the next guy but skylar and nathan shouldn't have ended up together... no chemistry me thinks

talking about no chemistry none of the main cast have any chemistry

these guys have no sense of family or i don't know maybe it's normal for two brothers to hate each other i don't know!! i get things being complicated but c'moon.. and they kinda fixed their relationship ONLY TO RUIN IT AGAIN (i mean not yet ig that's for season 2)

why on earth did you take so long to give her that goddamn teacup

i'm not entirely sure why i watched this... but i did. now that i'm invested of course i need season 2... but omg it was terrible

[skullfragments]

🎶"It's the best friends forever, best friends forever ring watch!"🎶

One whole year since the release of Good Omens season 2! Which means our angel and demon have now spent a year post-divorce :( and to think, they joined the Best Friends Forever Club! :(

(i know, since when do i make things that are anything but silly? well this idea originated with spongebob, so the silliness is baked in - even though i added a sprinkle of angst)

a lil shoutout to @jennythepenny for the idea of making BFF watches, rather than rings! <3 i apologize for taking our fun convo and making it sad (but only a little bit)