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Heyyyy babe xx
Where you at??? You just #disappeared
Anyway I hope you don't think this was too random lol
<3
heyy !!
I haven't been doing well lately, so I kinda dissappeared from social media for a while
im gonna try being more active tho, I missed you 😋
it's not random at all, lol ! thank you for asking 🫶🏻🫶🏻
—SPOOKYTOBER WEEK: Sevika x Reader
༄˖°.🍂.ೃ࿔*:・ from 26th to 31th October ⋆.˚ (spookytober week fics list)
⋆·˚ ༘ * day three: horror movie night
・ ⟢ ⋮ cw: modern au, fluff, established relationship, enjoy <3 ゛༝.
Everyone loves movies, who doesn’t ? It’s one of those easy, universal topic; something to talk about when there’s nothing else, to bond over when the silence is awkward in the morning by the coffee machine at work.
And of course, you and Sevika love movies too.
But there’s something you both love even more than watching movies: watching them together. Especially horror movies.
Horror nights are your thing. They always have been, it was even your first official date— bad idea, you agree, but it’s one of the funniest memories you have together.
Horror movies are never boring. They’re always a good idea; they’re funny, scary, ridiculous, gory, sometimes so bad they circle back around to being good again.
They make you laugh at how bad they can be, or hide your face in Sevika’s shoulder when the music swells and something terrifying is about to happen.
They give her an excuse to wrap an arm around you, to hold you a tighter when you jump, to wander her hand a bit too low just to tease and find comfort in her touch because she -not so secretly- deeply loves how close you get.
Those movie nights are an important piece of your relationship; they’re the reason you’re so comfortable now, the proof of how you got here.
You love each other, yes, deeply, easily, but it’s the nights in the dark that helped so much; the screams, the laughter, the greasy food, the teasing… leading to a cuddle and your first kiss during a badly made gory scene.
That built the foundation.
For your first Halloween together, you don’t go out. You’re not really party-animals anyway.
Honestly, the idea of dressing up, get cold and shouting over music doesn’t sound half as fun as staying in with candies and bad special effects. So you do what you do best, you turn your living room into a tiny, ridiculous haunted theater with not much budget… but to be fair, you were too lazy to decorate.
There are plastic pumpkins on the coffee table, a cute ghost lamp next to them, and a bowl of candy that neither of them plans to hand out to kids because, well, it’s a flat in a building so no one will come anyway.
That’s better that way. Everything’s for you and you only.
You walk out of the bathroom wrapped in your robe, socks on because bare feet on the wooden floor are the worst to survive.
Sevika’s standing by the wall, holding the small remote for the LED strips you stuck along the ceiling weeks ago.
With one lazy press, the room floods in warm orange light.
She glances over her shoulder at you, face calm, mouth tugging at a smirk.
“Scary, right?”
Her tone is completely deadpan, which only makes it funnier.
“Terrifying,” you answer, equally serious, before snorting.
She huffs out a laugh, that low, rough and addicting sound you love, and tosses the remote onto the couch before dropping herself right after it with no care, long legs sprawling.
The cushions dip under her weight as she stretches out, one arm draped along the backrest.
“C’mon,” she says, patting the space beside her.
You pad across the room when she calls, the floor creaking softly under your socks. Sevika’s still half-sprawled on the couch, watching you approach with that lazy grin that makes her look irresistible.
You stop in front of her, dramatic as ever.
“Wait,” you say, holding up a hand for effect.
Then in one grand motion, you untie your robe and let it fall off your shoulders and body like you’re about to reveal something scandalous.
Except it’s not lingerie or bare soft skin.
It’s a dark, oversized set of pajamas covered in tiny white skulls.
You strike a pose anyway, one hand on your hip, the other raised like a model showing off diamonds instead of Halloween-print cotton.
Sevika doesn’t miss a beat. She looks you for a few short seconds like she’s contemplating an art piece, before saying,
“You’re so sexy.” she says, perfectly flat-toned.
You break first, a snort slipping out before you can hold it back.
“Most erotic outfit you’ve ever seen, huh?”
She shrugs, smirking. “Can’t even look straight at you. Too much power.”
You laugh, tossing the robe onto a chair before collapsing next to her.
The couch dips again, and she automatically shifts to make room, arm lifting so you can slide right under it. You fit there like it’s practiced, because it is.
You stretch your legs out, taking up space without guilt, half on top of her, half on the cushions, and Sevika grabs the TV remote from between the pillows, clicks the screen on, and lets the light flicker in a soft glow in the orange room.
You pick the movie after a really important debate, and the movie starts slow.
A low-budget horror film that pretends to build tension, and it does pretty well for its budget, but it really just makes you both whisper commentary under your breath mostly.
Sevika has one arm draped around you, her fingers tracing lazy circles over your hair and scalp, her fingers warm and absentminded.
You’re comfortable,, your cheek pressed against her chest while the eerie soundtrack hums.
It’s perfect, right until the first jump scare.
A shriek cuts through the speakers, a face flashes on screen, and Sevika jerks so hard the couch squeaks.
“Oh— shit!”
You burst out laughing immediately, muffling it against her chest because you can feel her embarrassment radiating off her.
“You jumped!” you manage between snorts, voice bright with delight. “Girl flying to the sky.”
Sevika blinks at the screen like it just attacked her. Oh— it did.
“I wasn’t ready for that one,” she mutters, still half-defensive, half-amused.
You’re clutching her shirt as you keep laughing softer now.
She rolls her eyes, trying to look unbothered, but there’s a tiny smile tugging at the corner of her mouth in amusement.
“Keep laughing,” she says dryly. “We’ll see who screams next.”
You grin up at her, eyes gleaming. “Course it’ll be me, but that’s so worth it.”
Sevika huffs, pretending to refocus on the screen, but her hand slips back into your hair anyway; fingers resuming those slow circles, gentler this time.

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🌸 From One Mother’s Heart – Please Read 🌸
My name is Saja. I’m a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow — from her first smile to her first steps — surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.
But life had other plans.
War has returned to our home. Again. And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.
There was a moment — a fragile, breathless moment — when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark — hiding, holding on, praying.
I’m writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.
Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.
This is my life.
This is my daughter’s life.
And even now — especially now — I believe in softness. I believe in kindness. Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.
Why I’m Reaching Out Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.
That’s why I keep going.
I’ve launched a campaign to ask for help — not because it’s easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.
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I don’t want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.
Please, if you’ve read this far — thank you. Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring. We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like it’s a lifeline.
With love and endless gratitude

18/25 for me!! (i feel so called out right now)
if you'd asked me this a year ago i would've got 17, but rn i'm at 15
thanks for the tag!
some of these I was on the fence on
technically the eyeliner I do is from eyeshadow bc I can't actually do eyeliner, and I used to use Spotify but after their payment plan updates I've moved over to YouTube only
as for kids, I'm never having any, but I don't hate them! :)
I just don't know how to talk to people, much less kids, so I just sort of 🧍 around them
@beavininabean @moonmeetmoon @hypoclericalcunt @spidadraws @lesbiansforleprosy
Ok so WHY did they have to call me out like that
I spent too much time on this but it was very fun to do, ty @moonmeetmoon!!
ty for the tag @kitteninbeanie <3
why is this so accurate😭
also im still questioning whether im bi or a lesbian, so...
and i forgot about fluffy blankets, but i love them
tagsss:
wasn't tagged but this looked fun :))
thanks for the tag!
12/25 apparently i *am* beating the weird kid allegations
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12/25 as well :3
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ive not done one of these in so long
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Smau (texting), fluff, funny friends, eventual smut (ig?), lots of mutual pining, cooking, complaining about homework, lots of swearing, CRINGE!!, and some miscommunication (of course xx)
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chef Sevika x waitress reader ??
(Love your writing btw <3)
oh my god this is so cute
—Kiss the cook! (Chef Sevika x waitress reader)
words: 1.8k (masterlist)
The kitchen moves like clockwork. Six burners lit, three pans going per station, voices sharp and direct—just the way Sevika liked it. Her hand tap the edge of the pass twice: her signal. Timing is everything.
“Two halibut, one duck—garnish tight, plate hotter than your attitude. Let’s go.”
“Yes, Chef!”
It’s clean. Controlled. A good dinner rush, the kind that makes her proud.
Then you walk in, and she doesn’t miss a beat.
Tray in one hand, that overachieving little bow at your back swaying like you were in a goddamn commercial, you lean in just enough to slide the empty plates across the pass and flash her a grin.
“Table four says your lemon risotto made them want to propose.”
Sevika doesn’t even glance up.
“Tell ‘em I don’t do monogamy,” she mutters, wiping the edge of one dish with the precision of a sniper. But the corner of her mouth twitch—barely.
You tilt your head, dramatic. “You sure? ‘Cause that tasted like commitment.”
That earns you a look. Quick, dry, but not unamused.
“Get out of my kitchen,” Sevika says flatly.
“Yes, Chef,” you say with a wink, already backing out like you’d rehearsed it.
When the door swung shut behind you, she goes back to her plates without missing a step.
But the line is watching. Always is.
“Chef,” one of the sous chefs murmurs under his breath, grinning. “You smile more in ten seconds when she walks in than you do all week.”
“I don’t smile,” Sevika snaps.
“She had a new bow today,” the pastry guy adds from the corner. “You noticed it, right?”
“I notice the food coming back cold if you don’t move your asses.”
They all scatter, laughing quietly like they aren’t scared of her at all. Which is new.
And mildly concerning.
She doesn’t comment. Just reaches for another plate, wipes it clean, and tries very hard not to think about the clip in your hair matching your apron today.
Again.
Later that night, The lull isn’t real—not to Sevika. Less screaming didn’t mean less work. It just mean she can hear the mistakes more clearly.
She leans over the pass, scowling at the grill. “Eli. Tell me why that chicken looks like it crawled out of a microwave.”
Eli winces. “Sorry, Chef. Fixing it.”
“You better. If I send that out, table nine’s gonna be a pain in the ass.”
Behind her, soft footsteps creep closer. Too soft. Like someone is trying not to be noticed.
Sevika doesn’t even turn around.
“Back away from the tart, sweetheart.”
There’s a beat of silence.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you say, already halfway to the plated lemon meringue. “I’m simply admiring the craftsmanship. From a distance.”
“You’re breathing on it.”
“No, I’m not—”
“Eli,” Sevika says calmly, eyes still on the grill, “Towel.”
Eli, still sweating over the stove, doesn’t hesitate. He throws a clean kitchen towel toward her with practiced accuracy.
Sevika catches it mid-air.
Whips it around.
And cracks it against your hip with a sound like divine judgment.
“OW—WHAT THE HELL!” you yelp, nearly leaping out of your shoes. “Did you just—did you just HIT ME?!”
The tart sits untouched. Barely. You’re already backing out of the kitchen like she’d drawn a knife instead of a dish towel.
“I just wanted a bite!”
“Then get your own station,” Sevika says, deadpan. “This one’s guarded.”
You disappear with a panicked squeak, mumbling something about workplace violence as the kitchen door swing shut behind you.
Eli snorts. Then coughs to cover it.
Sevika doesn’t look at him. Just nods once, approving.
“Good reflex.”
“Thank you, Chef.”
“Chicken still looks like shit.”
“Yes Chef.”
By the end of service, the kitchen is winding down. The final orders gone out. Pans are being scrubbed, stations wiped clean, knives checked and sheathed.
Sevika is double-checking her prep for tomorrow. Inventory, specials, pastry count—standard closeout. She’s halfway through the dessert tally when something catches her eye.
One tart missing.
She pauses.
Not the lemon ones she’d prepped for tomorrow’s service—those were untouched, sealed in the back fridge where even you wouldn’t dare trespass. No, this is from the current display. The last remaining piece of her hazelnut-chocolate tart. Carefully balanced sweetness. A nightmare to plate just right.
Gone.
At first, she thinks maybe one of the line cooks tossed it. Maybe it cracked. Maybe she’s losing her mind.
Then she sees it.
A pink sticky note stuck to the edge of the prep station, with a very recognizable doodle of a little chef hat and a kissy face.
‘They say kiss the cook. It was real good.’
Sevika stares at it.
Blink.
Breathe in. Breathe out.
She pinches the bridge of her nose like she can physically exhale the migraine you’re about to become.
Somewhere in the kitchen, Eli dares to laugh. She snaps her head toward him.
“Is this funny to you?”
“No, Chef,” he says, already walking away. “Courageous.”
She looks at the note again.
She should be mad. She is mad. That’s theft. That’s crossing a professional line. That’s—
A second sticky note is under the first, stuck at a weird angle, like you’d added it in a rush.
‘It wasn’t one of the specials. I’m not a monster. Also I left you half. But I took the prettier half. Mwah’
She closes her eyes.
Breathe in, breathe out.
She’s going to throw you in the freezer.
And she’s going to kiss you so hard you never got the idea to steal from her again.
But first, she has to plate your dumb half of a tart and take it home. Because of course you left her the side without the caramel drip. Because you’re a menace. And also—unfortunately—hers.
The apartment smells like your expensive perfum and something sweet you’ve definitely baked just to show off late tonight. Sevika kicks the door shut behind her with her foot, drops her keys in the dish by habit, and doesn’t even take her boots off before holding the sticky note up like it’s a political controversy.
You look up from where you’re perched on the kitchen counter, licking chocolate off your thumb.
“Oh,” you say. Not startled. Not guilty. Just… interested. “You found it.”
She squints at you. “You left it in the middle of the prep station like it was a thank-you card.”
“I was thanking you. It was a good tart. I felt gratitude.”
“You stole it.”
“I rescued it,” you argue, hopping down from the counter. “You were gonna forget it existed. Let it die in the cold while you obsess over your new menu.”
Sevika walks into the kitchen, slow and looming like she’s sizing up a fight. You smile like someone who already knows she’s going to win it.
“It wasn’t one of the specials,” you add quickly, both hands up in surrender. “I would never touch the sacred vault. I’m reckless, not evil.”
“You took the prettiest half,” she says, deadpan.
“I have standards.”
She exhales sharply through her nose, not quite a laugh. She sets the note down on the counter, then holds up the Tupperware from her bag with the leftover half of the tart. It’s wrapped in plastic, half-heartedly, like even she can’t pretend to be mad.
“You’re lucky I like your ass.”
You grin and step in close, plucking the container from her hands and popping it open. “You’re lucky I didn’t take the whole thing. That drip was sexy. I almost betrayed you.”
“You did betray me.”
“Okay,” you admit, licking the edge of a fork like the criminal you are. “But did you die?”
She narrows her eyes.
You lean in, fork still in hand, sweet and smug and just a little too close. “They say kiss the cook,” you murmur, like you didn’t already write it down earlier with a sticky note and a pen you definitely stole from her chef coat.
She grabs your chin with her fingers—firm, gentle—and kisses you like she’s telling you to shut the hell up.
You do not shut up. But you do kiss her back.
“You’re an asshole,” she mutters when she pulls away.
You beam. “Yeah, I know. Sorry, can’t help it.”
She sighs and finally toes her boots off, setting them aside before heading toward the couch.
“Next time you steal from my kitchen,” she calls over her shoulder, “you’re on dish duty for a week.”
You follow after her, already holding out a spoon. “Noted. Also—I took one of the mini cheesecakes.”
“You what—”
dividers: @/cursed-carmine
fuckass streamer!ellie headcanons
──── warnings: NONE. i do NOT proof read sorry🥀
──── author’s note: so i was watching katie b clips and JUST HAD TO. so yeah ellie is literally katie if she were a streamer. every comment, like or repost is deeply appreciated hehehe… also if u wanna be added to the taglist just lmk!!!!
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⌗⌗⌗ started off as a faceless streamer bc bro was SCARED to ppl from class finding out and recognizing her, plus she thought it would b wayyyy easier. you can only see her shoulders-down leaving her arms in the camera view. (🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤)
⌗⌗⌗ her twitch user is “enderwoah14” bc oh well she loves minecraft and is discreetly hiding her initials in it…. and 14 is js her lucky number + the day she was born☹️
⌗⌗⌗ her pfp is a blurry screenshot of a fuckass memoji BOAR. she uses it a lot to react and the png was saved in her gallery and she “accidentally” set it up as her twitch pfp…. or thats what she says when someone asks WHY that pfp… she still hasnt changed it and never plans on doing it.
⌗⌗⌗ uses the most beaten up keyboard she could find in an electronic thrift store. that thing is LOUD. ellie has been interrupted by joel several times asking her to CLICK quieter.
| “how the fuck am i supposed to click quieter…. sigh”
⌗⌗⌗ bought the most random crappy mic and webcam from TEMU and started streaming🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
| “‘skibidimaster200: hows life in silent hill’ bro WHAT my camera is not that bad😞”
| “my poor babygirl…😔 yall are so mean towards my CAMERA. who tf cares if i got it from temu????😤”
⌗⌗⌗ only had like 5 viewers max the first couple times she streamed, which were either bots, a random 10 yo that kept spamming ‘yasssss’ in the chat and some old man that kept asking for her to show her face
| “dude you’re like 60 years old. ur lucky idk how to kick ppl out yet.” 😒
⌗⌗⌗ started off doing minecraft speed runs (or trying to) but she got way better over time🔥🔥🔥
⌗⌗⌗ she randomly started getting more and more views on her streams bc she found out that ppl were posting clips of her on tiktok. the majority were calling her funny and some even FINE, well, to her voice, and toned arms, and hands… 😭😭(real)
⌗⌗⌗ as she started getting more views (max 500💔) she started playing more games ppl spammed in the chat. worst part was she didnt know most of them… typical loser behavior😐
| -“‘ironheart764: play cod PLEASE’ uhhhhh what is cod is it like a disorder im sorry i hope you get well soon😕” 😑😑😑
⌗⌗⌗ becomes OBSESSED with indie horror games like Fears to Fathom (iykyk) or amanda the adventurer (LMAO she got dared to play it) she also likes fnaf but bros too scared to try it again after she got jumpscared by chica. and clipped.
| “okay this game fears to fathom looks creepy af but okay lets dig in guys!”
⤷ five minutes pass and she still doesn't know that is based on true events, chat kept spamming abt it
| “guys WHAT do you mean when yall say its based on true events. are yall fr😟”
⤷ small jumpscare, ellie flinches and attempts to brush it off by clearing her throat
| “nahhhhhh im not doing this today, its like, 3am right now hell NAW”
⤷ bro ended up playing the first chapter, went kinda viral again for her yells and funny reactions
⌗⌗⌗ has a GIANT lizard called albert (bc why not) and he’s always crawling on her arms and keyboard💔💔
| -‘slenderWoman2: i wanna be albert so bad rn’ | -‘slenderWoman2: let me hittttttttttttttttt’
| “bro why would you even want to be a lizard like thats so lame- oh!!!!!” 😭😭
⌗⌗⌗ she designed her own banners and stuff from her streams!!!!! on ibis paint, bc, of course she did. and shes super proud of them😕😕
⌗⌗⌗ one day ppl noticed her fender cd60 behind on her wall and BEGGED her to play it. she was so nervous and at first messed up a little but then she ATEEE🔥🔥🔥🔥 played nothing else matters and creep (ppl called her basic)
| “fuck why does my left hand keeps trembling im not even nervous!!!!”😕😕
| -“‘enderwoahswife1: why is she lowkey good at it…’ dude whats with your username😟”
⌗⌗⌗ when she hit 1k, she did a face reveal on LIVE, the chat was immediately flooded with simps and ppl thirsting over her, she got SO nervous and overwhelmed that she started singing “turn heads” by dem franchize. she became an instant meme.
| “she wanna, she wanna…. she wanna kick it in my pimped out chevrolet…” yall know how this ends🔥🔥🔥
⌗⌗⌗ the morning after hitting 1k she woke up with 10k. she was seriously in shock. tiktok was filled with edits of her and that fuckass clip of her singing… she reposted all the edits she could and commented “this is fye❤️” or “Why” below the clips of her singing. people were FERALL
⌗⌗⌗ started doing random stuff on stream like showing off her collection of shopkins… yeah shopkins. she has like a box FULL of them like im not even kidding 500 shopkins minimum😭😭
| -“‘enderpearLLL69: bro what are you EIGHT?’ dude you literally have a 69 in ur username and ur asking me if IM eight? 😑😑”
⌗⌗⌗ she has a subreddit where ppl send her random shit that she loves to react to, and ppl also give her games recs and post memes about her
| “okay yall need get over with my fuckass clip singing. its kinda- disturbing… to say at least😟”
⤷ but she lovedddd the attention. she has her own private folder titled “my thirst traps🔥🔥🔥🔥”
| “you’re at… she gets closer to the camera and whispers the w word work? watching me?? and here i thought all of my viewers were unemployed…😓”
⌗⌗⌗ she gets so many compliments and… thirst comments on her chat and like she’s just as awkward as expected when it comes to responding to them
| -‘tonywright984: you look so vulnerable today’
| -‘claralovesenderw: you made my hole weak i mean my whole week 🤩!!!!!’
| -‘markispleyeRz: @claralovesenderw must’ve been the wind???????’
| -‘emowhofromwhoville: can i hry dump you please 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺’
| -‘bewareofthepug: this stream is no longer about the game lmao’
| “oh!! you guys are so… nice!!!”
⌗⌗⌗ she has her own apartment bc of her amazing income from her streams🔥🔥🔥 soundproofed walls bc she shouts. a lot.
⌗⌗⌗ before revealing her first name, she made her chat guess and… lets say it didnt come out as planned; chat got flooded with @tonywright984’s comments and every girl name in the goddamn world that started with e.
| -“‘tonywright984: Elizabeth, Eliana, Elix, Esme, Eden, Everly, Elara, Elise, Ember, Eira, Elowen, Eulalie, Emery, Evangeline, Edith, Eleanor, Eva, Enya, Elodie, Evaleigh, Emmeline, Eliska, Esther, Ellen, Elaine-’ OKAY WHAT STOP MY PC IS LAGGING MY NAME’S ELLIE😞”
⌗⌗⌗ when there’s like an awkward silence she spams the “six sevennnnn🤷♀️🤷♀️🤷♀️” emote… and evryone bullies her for it but its like her little brand its funny (or she think she is)🙁🙁so she keeps doing it
⌗⌗⌗ chat always dares her to do random stuff, like one day they dared her to speak spanish and she was like eeuughhh
| “guys i do NOT know how to speak spanish seriously im sorry i got an F on my last test😞”
| -‘coquetatiana: im gonna CRY if you dont even try’
| -‘freddyfazdyke: its really not that hard’
| -‘sigmatoiletbra: BRO REALLY GOT AN F IN SOANISHHH LMAOOOO😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂”
| “okay sigmatoilet you’re getting banned if you keep BULLYING me😞”
coquetatatiana donated 5$: ‘seriously say something in spanish or else’
| “DAMN OKAY 5$ ARE 5$. uhhhh so hola meh lamo ellie ????? and mi favorita comida es pizza con pina?????”
| -‘freddyfazdyke: LMAO “ME LAMO” WHY IS BRO LICKING HERSELF😭😭😭
| -‘coquetatiana: @freddyfazdyke holy shit thats some advanced type of humor JAJSJSJAJAJAJ
| -‘sigmatoiletbra: 😭😭😭😂💀💀💀🤣🤣🤣’
| -‘elliewoahssidechick: woah now say my name is spanish my names juliette please say it🙏🙏’
| -‘y0n0s3: ME LAMO HAHAJAHAHA’
| -‘italianglamour: why is nobody talking abt the fact that she likes pineapple pizza????????’
| “you guys what is that funny i dont get it did i say something wrong??” 🙁🙁🙁
⌗⌗⌗ downloaded cameo for extra money and set up the price at 5$, one hour later, she had to record 237 VIDEOS. the price is now at 15.
⌗⌗⌗ she always did awkward faces and pauses in her cameos, randomly coughed, death stared at the camera for like three seconds… but thats what ppl loved the most about her, her loser charm☹️☹️
| “hey nicole! im ellie, most known as the best minecraft speedrunner in the planet, or enderwoah14... anyways, your… so called bestfriend valentina… told me that u have trouble sleeping… i have insomnia too so ik what its like😞 yeah so, im gonna try and do the most relaxing asmr you have ever listened to. hope you like it and sorry in advance. hear we go”
⌗⌗⌗ that clip went also viral in tiktok, the asmr was awful. which made her suspend her cameos for a while bc she was getting way too many requests. she even earned her own hashtag #ellietheasmrmaster 💔💔
⌗⌗⌗ now on almost every stream if she remembers, she does like a special asmr to sleep but ppl cant take her seriously
| “okay so now im going to open this dr pepper ca- SHIT FUCK SORRY- its all over my lap now.. no fuck ALBERT you CANT drink it”
⌗⌗⌗ ppl one day started randomly spamming in chat for her to play roblox, she complied and downloaded roblox and created her account.
⌗⌗⌗ ppl made fun of her avatar bc she did NOT know how to customize it 😞😞.
| “guys seriously how do i change it i dont wanna be a stupid poor bacon…! no offense to redheads tho”
⌗⌗⌗ bro’s avatar ended up having the same hair as the bacon but purple, and a pizza shirt, she REFUSED to spend real money on roblox????
⌗⌗⌗ she tried that fuckass grow a garden game but absolutely lost it. hated it. despises it.
| “seriously tho, you have to be mentally ill to like this game, its so boring i dont get it oh my god and to think ppl waste so many hours of their life in here…” 😑
⌗⌗⌗ bro then tried steal a brainrot, and at first she was so lost too, like, didnt like it at all, but then her fans started joining her bc her joins were on, they kept trolling her and stealing all her noobinis pizzaninis 😞!!! but some of them quickly teached her how to steal and she became OBSESSED with the game
⌗⌗⌗ she rapidly became a mf millionaire to not say a billionaire.. chat goes CRAZY spamming that shes addicted. she turned off her joins🙁🙁
| “okay admin abuse will start in about two hours so i gotta move all my pets to my alt account before these goddamn kids try to steal ’em”
| -‘claralikesenderw: okay she’s oficially lost it.
| -‘elliewoahssidechick: yall remember when she bullied us for playing roblox??? LMAOOOO’
| -‘tonywright984: can i please have your phone number’
| -‘mymomlikesmybf: tony get a j*b, shes for the girls🥀’
| “yeah seriously tony you’re getting weird now- wait WHAT how do you guys know im- wait you guys are actually insane its disturbing😓”
⌗⌗⌗ she literally CRIED then denied it when someone stole her favorite and most precious BRAINROT. she sobbed for 15 whole ass minutes. and chat was CACKLING.
| “fuck my base is unlocked i gotta be quick”
| …
| “oh my FUCKING god someone is stealing my Vacca Saturno Saturnita im going to FUCKING die i swear to god”
aggresive keyboard clicks, pants, curses and grunts
| -‘sigmaboyhere77: LMAOOO BRO JUST GOT STOLEN BY A KID😭😭😭😭’
| -‘xXdunkin4lifeXx: anddddd ofc he left the game’
| -‘juliettesaltacc: yo i got banned on my main???????’
| -‘tonywright984: please cry im gonna c’
| “you guys dont have ANY idea on how many hours ive spent in this fuckass game to get that stupid brainrot”
| -‘claralikesenderw: HOLD ON SHES CRYING???????’
| -‘tonywright984: just like that’
| -‘juliettesaltacc: broooo its js a game😂😂😂😂’
| -‘jobapplication: have you ever considered getting a real job’
| -‘rosa_melano: are u fr crying’
| -‘elliesleftbicep: CAN I LICK A TEAR PLEASEEEEEEEEE’
| -‘elliesleftbicep: i mean plzz dont cry im here🥺🥺🥺🥺 dont b sad’
| “you guys im not crying. these tears? pure fucking rage. no ones safe today you guys”
⌗⌗⌗ she then began befriending this random 7yo in the game (not even the player that stole her brainrot), building up trust and then STOLE his most epic brainrot using... questionable techniques
| “GUYS GUYS okay imma do it, i really hope he’s not watching the stream”
—enderwoah14: ####################
| “FUCKASS roblox chat i hate this shit i didnt even curse”
—enderwoah14: okay i’ll give you my Odin Din Din Dun if you do a L.ap around the whole map in less than 30 sec onds
—SweetBoy87: Okay Dont Steal Rembr You Are My Friend😁😁
| “LMAO okay i feel bad but whatever”
—enderwoah14: yeah dont worry i gotchu
…
| “okay he’s actually doing it, thanks god my base is besides his”
—SweetBoy87: ############
—SweetBoy87: 😢😢😢😢😢🥺🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭😭😭😭Please Give Me Back My Cocofanto Elefanto 😢😢😢🥺🥺🥺🥺😭😭
| “oh!!! he seems really… upset”
—enderwoah14: and this is why you should never trust strangers again lil vro🥀
| “LOLL GUYS I JS LEFT THE GAME AND HE WONT STOP SPAMMING IN ROBLOX CHAT”
| -‘freddyfazdyke: ohhhh u bad for that🙁🙁’
| -‘uselesssince2013: poor baby imagine him being ur lil brother’
| -‘elliewoahssidechick: AYYY I GOT UNBANNED’
| -‘moisturefreak34: ELLIE YOU DROPPED THIS 👑’
| -‘madmax: LOLLL HE DESERVES IT THO’
| -‘elliewoahssidechick: LMAO i bet hes crying rn😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣’
| “oh okay what the fuck??? now i feel kinda bad for him. UGH WHY AM I SO EMPATHETIC”
⌗⌗⌗ ellie ended up returning the brainrot to the kid. she felt so fulfilled and proud of herself she couldn’t stop grinning and flexing how much of a good person she was😐
| “this is why you guys should NEVER trust strangers dude… and also get a job, like a real one…”
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(and now, enderwoah14’s pfp and roblox avatar)
taglist: @abbysreal-wife @flutterlesbian
hell yeah
୨ৎ Summary: Entering your third year of college and getting a new roommate can end in many ways, especially when your roommate is a bright-eyed girl with amazing musical tastes... or Abby discovering that her life can turn around when she agrees to listen to her heart and live a freaking movie.
ⓘ Warnings: +18! Friends to lovers!!! Reader is a lesbian <3 mention of Owen! Angst? Not really, but some miscommunication. Fluff!! We love soft abby <3 This is very much abby discovering her sexuality, idk if there's anything questionable here lmao, no proofread!
Word count: 20k!
Abby couldn't explain what she felt the first time she saw you. She could still remember that moment perfectly, your bright eyes looking at her and that sweet smile on your face that made her stomach turn.
Vices - Chapter 3 (Natalie Scatorccio, Yellowjackets)
Post Crash Natalie Scatorccio
Master Post (includes disclaimer and in depth CW)
CW: Rehab, alcoholism, mental illness, withdrawals, eating, AA (includes a prayer and mention of God once in that prayer. The serenity prayer is important in 12 step so I wanted to mention it. Any other time I will use the term higher power as a replacement which is used in other 12 step literature)
WC: 2.3k
Music therapy leaves you in need of a break, so in your room you get comfy in bed and do some coloring. But you leave the door open, for the air flow. Not to try and catch a glimpse of the girl across the hall.
Upon hearing footsteps you turn your attention to the door and there’s Natalie, arm up over head, leaning against the door frame. And fuck does she look hot, you unintentionally draw in a sharp breath. The way her black t-shirt, that she must have cut into an off the shoulder top herself, hangs around her body. And the way her pale skin shows through the holes of her ripped jeans, and offsets the straps of her red bra, is exquisite. Whatever creator there is above took extra time molding Natalie into perfection before your eyes.














