Hello. Welcome to my story. This is about my own brand new gorgeous beautiful characters that are barely built in my head, so it might be a lil rough around the edges.
All about Cinnamon Toast boy and Sad Space boy.
yeet yourself into my story and see if you like it. I give kiss if you don't. Muah. Too late, already did.
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Azarius Lanier Pedersdatter (also known as Jupiter)
Male
16
Romantic relationships: Callie Gardener in second grade and of course fuck bud Harvey
BFF: Cordelia (Sneaks) Simpson, Rhy (Knots) Fredrick
Loves: Capri Suns, Kool Aid Jammers, Teddy Grahams, History, getting the D, basic boys
Likes: Everything (including dick)
Hates: homophobia and jello (big ew)
He's a big brained boy who's just horny <3.
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hold on.
if you should ever find someone
who considers an emotional
connection with you
far more important than the physical
hold on to them
planting gardens in graves, r.h. Sin
"Your shirt's on backwards," I grin as Harvey's cheeks go up in flames as he tries to twist around his shirt. "You wanna watch a movie? Wait-- Do you have soccer?"
He scratches the back of his neck, shaking his head. "I skipped today."
This time it was my cheeks burning instead of his, "Why'd you skip?" Of course I wanted to ask, 'for me?', but that would be hella embarrassing, but I really did hope he skipped for me.
"Well, getting laid is pretty much above soccer practice, especially if it's with you." He took a step, taking my cheeks in his hands. His touch was warm and it soaked into my skin like hot water on ice, sending my nerves into a jumbled mass of steam. I gulped hard, "So we're on for that movie?"
His warm smile dropped into a frown, which immediately gave me my answer. He was always busy. Whether with friends or family or school, always. "Why not?" The response had meant to sound more stubborn, cute almost, but came out more sad then expected. God damn you, feelings.
"My brother got me an interview at that skater shop place, the one owned by Gale and Davie." I nodded at his response, "But I'll see you..?"
The smile that slipped onto my cheeks gave my own self relief, just thinking about seeing him again. "Monday? After school?"
He nods and kisses me hard, his tongue trying to sneak a taste, but I quickly push him away. "You know once you get started you can't stop. Plus you have the all important interview," I roll my eyes playfully and he sighs.
"I guess so. See you around, pip squeak." He messes with my hair before scooping up his pack and going.
Once gone I collapse on my bed with a huff. "Stupid, dumb job. Stupid, dumb economy needing teenagers to work like slaves." I roll over and stare at the door, a wave of loneliness washing over me like wood in a grinder. It was painful and rough, and stabbed me over and over at the thought of being held by someone.
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In Line of Fire
RomanceAzarius (or Jupiter) is a horny kid with mommy issues and friends who just want to waste away getting high and partying. He desperately wants a boy who might never want him back the same way, leaving him lonely. He spends his time at an abandoned a...
