#request shit

Hi mootie!!! Sorry it took me so long to get to this ask! Hope you don't mind traditional drawing lol

Quick reminder that requests are petty much always open!!

POSTING SHIT

AND ITS GOING TO BE FUCKING HAPPENING

I am TIRED OF

My LAZY

Ass

NOT DOING

Shit

SO GUESS WHAT

WE’RE DOING SHIT

Oof.

Hiya gorgeous. The name's Jared, you can call me Billion, and this is my blog!

I draw shit. Feel free to ask for stuffs. Request things if you want. Preferably Jojo's, because I'm a huge loser for it atm, lol.

Like my stuff? Let's be friends. I'm lonely.

Hope you enjoy my dumb art. Have a nice day everyone.

“Take my hand.” I said. “We can go walking, and we can talk about whatever is on your mind.’ You were so beautiful, but lately you had seemed distracted. Like you were worried about something.

I’ve liked you for ages now, almost seven months. Bill says it’s a record for me, and I have to agree. There’s just something about you that makes me weak at the knees and I love it. I wanted more than anything to make you feel how I feel around you, and to make your pretty cheeks blush and make you turn away.

I love the way your hair falls in the summer. Your hair grew the same way Eddie’s moms underpants do, and you look so much more beautiful now. Maybe it wasn’t just your hair, maybe you had finally grown into your features, same way we all did.

There was just one problem. Your older brother terrified me. He was popular and knew everyone, and we had met a couple of times. He seemed nice enough, but everyone knows how he beat up the last boy to break your heart. I know I would rather die than break your heart, but he was so imitating.

You’re all that I need, but you didn’t realise it. You didn’t realise how your laugh makes me smile wider than I ever thought possible, and how I felt when you tried on my glasses. They suit you, but I know you could wear grandma clothes and still look like a model.

Eddie said I’m too young to know what love is, and I know I am. But I also know that whatever you make me feel is more than a school boy crush. Maybe when we’re older we’ll figure it out, but for now I don’t want to ruin our friendship with my stupidity.

When we all followed the river downstream on our bikes, and ended up at the beach, I couldn’t stop staring at you. You were talking to Stan, with your beautiful smile, and the snort you sometimes make when you laugh. I’ve made you laugh like that, and I know it sounds stupid but I wish I could bottle it up and listen to it wherever I go.

Once at the quarry, your idiotic self forgot to bring a jumper afterwards. It must’ve been below 10 degrees (celsius), and I gave you my jumper. I was freezing, but you looked so good in my hoodie I was willing to deal with it. You gave it back quickly, after seeing how cold I was, but you made me hug you until we got to the diner so you could stay warm. I didn’t want to let go, and I don’t think you did either.

The first time I met your parents was in second grade. You might remember the play our school put on, and how against all odds we both got parts. It was about two families becoming one, or something sappy like that. We were on opposite sides, and we didn’t like it at first. I hope you’re just a good actor, because you really seemed to hate me. In the end we were friends, and that made me happier than I could have put into words, over a stupid school play.

Almost four years ago, I realised I liked you. More than the pair of best friends that we were. We were exploring the barrens, when we lost each other. I could hear you calling me and I suddenly I couldn’t breathe. But then you were there, patting my back and telling me to breathe in, and out. In, and out. It was something that you would do, even four years later.

Last night, your brother showed up at my house. It was late, and I almost pissed myself when I saw the dark figure on my doorstep. But I turned on the porch light, and he was standing there, waving at me. When I opened the door, he smiled at me.

He said that he thought you liked me back, and I smiled wider than I think I have ever before. He also said that I’ve made it no secret that I like you, and it would be the coolest thing to have the music loving dork his sisters boyfriend. I took it as a compliment.

So, that’s what I found in a box under my bed two days ago. The date on them says February 1991, and even back then I liked you.

When I asked you out, we were both bright red. Your eyes looked bright and your smile even brighter when you nodded eagerly. We hugged then, because we were fourteen and neither of us wanted to fuck up by being a little too handsy.

It’s taken eight years of dating the sunshine in my life to realise that you were my soulmate, and if I didn’t see you in white then my life was pointless. According to Bev, you tried on over fifteen dresses, but decided to go with the first one. Nothing has ever seemed so typical of you.

Request: ‘Hey! I really REALLY love your work and i was wondering if you could write what studying with best friend! Cheryl Blossom would include?’ - anon

*KEEP IN MIND GUYS, REQUESTS ARE OPEN*

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• Always meeting at your house because Cheryl couldn’t stand her parents and neither could you

• Her reading everything out loud to you, and you taking all the notes

• “So out of all that, what actually matters?”

• Cheryl insisting on taking a break every few minutes, despite your arguments

• “Cheryl you just had a snack break ten minutes ago”

• “Dear (Y/N), I want another one. Can’t study hungry can I?”

• Eventually giving in and taking breaks too

• “You were right, snack breaks are necessary”

• Both of you complaining, but for the most part, it would be Cheryl

• “Ugh, I’ve been hunched over this book for an hour. Please tell me you got the notes? I need a break and my neck is aching”

• “My wrist aching and my back hurts, Cheryl. Deal with it for a little longer, we’ll be done soon enough”

• Cheryl refusing to read and lying down on your bed for at least fifteen minutes to ‘heal her injuries’

• “Cheryl, laying down for fifteen minutes won’t make you less sore”

• “Maybe not, but it’s a break”

• Always having to prevent Cheryl from getting distracted

• “Give me the TV remote... and your phone- Cheryl now is not the time to tweet”

• “There is never a ‘no tweeting’ time, and its just a bit of TV, background noise helps me”

• “You always say that and just end up watching the screen instead of helping”

• Getting annoyed with each other, because Cheryl wanted breaks and you wanted to work

• “You’re a pain in the ass”

• “Right back at ya”

• Eventually finishing the work, but then having to study the notes

• “Are you joking? This is ridiculous”

• Quizzing each other and repeating the notes out loud over and over again 

• “(Y/N), I’ve said that about fifty times... I think I’ve memorized it”

• “Then say it- and don’t even think about looking at the paper or your hand”

• Finally memorizing the important notes, almost passing out from the effort

• “I’m crashing here, no way can I walk home at this point. My brain hurts”

• Spending the night together, either sleeping or staying up to watch movies despite being ‘exhausted’