#smalltcwnkiids

as the door to her room swings open, tricia is quick to toss pink comforter over the incriminating object laying there. glare is sent craig's way, finger lifted to flip him off in customary greeting. " learn to fucking knock, you gay asshole. what do --"

it's right then, at that moment, that the incriminating object under the covers starts to squirm and try to break free. tricia angles her body so hopefully craig won't see it, coughing to cover up her pause. " what the fuck do you want --" and then, of course, comedic timing would dictate that THAT was when the object falls onto the floor, revealing a medium sized ball of fluff. eleven year old girl actually looks vaguely horrified for a second, before turning to classic begging and threatening.

cigarette is hastily dropped from her lips and stomped out as the door to the house opens up, foot kicking at the ( luckily mostly gone ) bud like that would help hide it better. then, innocent blue eyes are raised and -- sort of relieved, actually, that it was just kevin.

" oh, hey! " karen chirps, for all intents and purposes pretending like she wasn't a ten year old girl caught taking a smoke break. chipped smile is brightly shown her brothers way before gaze lifts to the night sky. it wasn't the safest in this part of town at night, but she was only planning to stay out long enough so she didn't get caught -- now that kevin ( a full fledged almost-adult ) is outside, though ...

kyle wishes he could've done like he told stan he was going to and went home and just -- forgot about his best friends issues for a while. left him to stew in it so maybe he'd actually learn this time ( mental health doesn't work like that, kyle knew that, but he WISHES it were so easy. ) but the second he's home all he can think about is stan.

stan recoiling and screaming at him, stan drunk and upset again. stan probably at home either cursing his name or forgetting about him or, god, what if he was HURTING himself... pillow is pulled up over his own head from where he baracaded himself in bed, pressed tight around it like it can block out his thoughts. because of this he almost misses the sounds of stans text alert.

another wish, if he could get one, would be the ability to deny how fast he sat up in bed and dived for the phone. how his heart dropped to his stomach at the messages, and how he was already moving to get dressed again even as he typed back.

messages sent at 2:31am to : Stan 🔨

[txt] Dude. This is getting old.

[txt] You can't keep doing this and expect me just to jump up, SBF or not.

sad and soft memes

theo loves his brother, he does, because he's family and really all that theo had when it came down to it. ( mostly because eric really wouldn't let there be anyone else, even though HE had friends and twin solidarity didnt apply to him ... ) but, also--he can't help the spike of irritation he feels at eric's words. " sorry, " he says out of habit --used to just apologizing for his existance, when it comes to eric.

except, no, theo realizes a second later. he's not sorry this time. in fact, he feels like he's the one who should be yelling at eric for ruining things, even though he knows he'd never be able to actually do it. " it," theo swallows hard, eyes suddenly avoiding that of his twins even as he forces the words out. " it--it just. "

his voice keeps getting weaker and weaker, like he was hoping to take it back and just stop talking. let eric be mad and do something bad to make up for it but--he didn't want to do anything bad! he didn't do anything wrong and was upset himself, and his brain won't let it go this time.

Princess Diana's Murderer

" yes, well -- " his cheerful demeanor is kept, smiling a bit too wide with a bit too much teeth as he looks at the over the top, yet somehow seemingly perfect girl in front of him. " please do excuse how blunt this is, but--that's part of what makes you such a pompous chuffed HAG with her head shoved so far up her own snatch she can't smell her own putrid stink anymore, darling. forgive my intrusion once again, as I know this may be rather hard to hear, but soon you must grow up and realize people aren't just playthings you can toss out on a whim without seeming a miserable and loathsome cunt. "

his smile doesn't falter the whole time, hand reaching to grab her own and lift it to his lips for a kiss, as any gentleman would. " oh ... it has been too long since we've seen each other, hasn't it ? we must schedule these visits closer together from now on, love. "

Princess Diana's murderer

if eyes could roll any harder they absolutely would. hand shoves at filmore with enough force to send a lesser man sprawling to the cold muddy ground, a sharp tsk flowing through the air condescendingly. oh, sweet, dumb, filmore --

//lmao i can definitely see him doing this; probably makes a few of the girls jealous even with how damn fine they look XD