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𝐎𝐤, 𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐞 𝐖𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐬 (𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤, 𝐈’𝐦 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨). 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭? 𝐈 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐲...

𝐈𝐟 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐚𝐩 𝐚𝐛𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 ��𝐟 𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤, 𝐈’𝐦 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 ❤︎︎😭

𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, 𝐈𝐳𝐳𝐲 💕

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𝐒𝐨 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨 (𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐈’𝐦 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞)... ❤︎︎

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𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 @pjo-tvs-version 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐳 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐲 𝟔/𝟏𝟎 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬 (𝐈‘𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 😭😂), 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐳 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨 (𝐨𝐟𝐜 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 💕). 𝐀𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬, 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠.

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 (𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐬𝐨 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐈‘𝐦 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 😂):

@pjo-tvs-version @lovesick-all-over-my-bed @fangirl226 @forthefearofme @abigaildeluxelimited @lovingmybfs @athena-blooms

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𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐚𝐩 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝 & 𝐂𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐦𝐞😭

𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐈’𝐦 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈’𝐦 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐞’𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐞𝐭. 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐍𝐞𝐭𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐱? 𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 😭

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𝐑𝐈𝐏 𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐠 (𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟓-𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓) 💔🕊️

𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐆𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚, 𝐧𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 ❤️

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𝐈 𝐊𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐖𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 (Chuck Bass x Reader)

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Being Nate Archibald‘s little sis has some advantages, for example being friends with Serena van der Woodsen and his current girlfriend (and, if you ask Nate‘s parents definitely his future wife) Blair Waldorf. But there are also some rules that come with it. And the most important one is: Don‘t mess with Chuck Bass - literally. Stay away from your older brother’s best friend—everyone knows that rule. But rules are meant to be broken, aren’t they?

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Chuck Bass x f!Archibald!reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: English is not my first language - so if you see mistakes message me! Underage drinking but not much...

𝐏𝐒: This is my first fanfic here on Tumblr, so I’d love some feedback and let me know if I should write Part 2 💕

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With a last smile in the mirror I place my elegant black Venetian mask over my face, then I turn around to look at Blair. "Stunning, sweetie," she says with a smile, as she reaches for the strands of my curtain bangs smoothing them into place. Blair and I have always been best friends and since Serena‘s sudden disappearance (and her even more unexpected reappearance a few days ago) we got even closer, both left without getting any explanation. Three became two. Plus Blair‘s minions, even though I wouldn’t count them in as friends. I half-listen to Blair talking about the little hunt she has planned for my brother and I can’t bring myself to tell her that he actually seemed pretty distracted in the last couple days - especially since Serena came back. Ignoring problems. It‘s what we do best here on the Upper East Side, isn’t it? Instead I focus on my reflection in the mirror. I can’t deny that Blair did a great job choosing my dress. It hugs my body in all the right ways, not revealing too much, but enough to give something to fantasize about. Blair hugs me from behind, a wide smile on her beautiful face. "Ready Liz?" she asks and I can hear the excitement in her voice. "Ready B!" I answer and nod excitedly.

A glass of champagne in my hand, I linger at the edge of the room, feeling a little lost, while I watch all the pairs dance and talk. I see my brother, standing at the opposite side of the room, his mask is inspired by the Phantom of the Opera, the lights of the room mirroring in the silver of the mask. Shouldn’t he be looking out for Blair?

But before I can continue to marvel at what’s wrong, I feel a presence next to me, one that sends shivers down my spine. The scent of his cologne surrounds me, achingly familiar.

Chuck Bass, wearing the red mask of the Devil himself. Fitting, isn’t it? "Chuck,"I greet him with a thin smile. "Little Liz," he answers, and I don’t even have to look at him to know that his lips are curved up in that characteristic charming smile of his. "All alone?" he adds. "Not at all, I mean I have this charming glass of champagne to keep me company," I reply with a smirk.

"I‘m not entirely sure if Nate would like to see his little sister drinking alcohol when she‘s barely sixteen," Chuck states, looking down at me. His words almost make me roll my eyes. "Come on, you’re exaggerating - I‘m not even a year younger than you guys!" I answer, before I take another sip of the alcohol. "Just stating," Chuck mumbles nonchalantly.

The next words he says make my heart race more than they should. I can only pray that he doesn’t hear it, considering how close he is standing to me. "Don‘t tell your brother that I said it, but you look wonderful tonight, darling," he whispers, his voice soft like silk. "What, Chuck? You don’t have any other girls hanging on your every word? Are you really that desperate that you need to make moves on your best friend‘s sister?" I question, as I look at him.

Chuck laughs, which sends another shiver down my spine - I have no idea, how he’s even doing that. But at the same time I remember that this is Chuck Bass. He and his special talent to make women feel like queens, even just for one night and to get them right where he wants them - his bed.

My breath hitches when I suddenly feel his hand wrapping around my waist, pulling me closer. I want to protest, but at the same time I feel my body relaxing. What a traitor. "Oh Little Liz, I might be a player, but Nate would kill me if he saw me ruining his sweet, innocent sister. Even though I must admit, it’s rather tempting," he whispers into my ear.

My eyes dart around anxiously, searching for Nate. I don’t know who‘d be more screwed if Nate saw us. Chuck, obviously flirting with me even though I‘m clearly off limits? Or me, letting it happen without any resistance? The silver gleam of my brother‘s mask is nowhere to be seen in the chattering and dancing crowd of high society teens in the elegant room. I wonder if it’s just imagination or if the music got slightly louder over time.

A couple stumbles past us, deep in a kiss. The smell of alcohol around them makes me wrinkle my nose. "Disgusting" I mumble quietly. It’s meant more to myself, but of course Chuck heard it - which actually isn’t much of a surprise, considering how close he’s standing to me. A few centimeters more and we actually might kiss. And somehow the thought of his lips against mine doesn’t trigger aversion - more of an exciting sparkle.

I hear Chuck‘s quiet laughter in my ear, which pulls me back to reality, out of my thoughts. "You’re not much of a drinker, huh Liz?" he asks as he casually takes the champagne glass out of my hand, before he drinks a few sips of it. I want to protest, but I know there‘s no chance I‘ll get my glass back unless Chuck decides it. Instead I choose to answer his question. "No, I don’t drink often. Mostly because I don’t like the taste," I say.

Chuck smirks, I can see his elegant lips curving under his mask. "Oh come on… you can’t call yourself a real Upper East Sider rich kid if you never drunk yourself into absolute oblivion," he says laughing. I roll my eyes. "I‘m not you, Chuck. In case you forgot," I respond dryly.

Mockingly Chuck holds a hand over his heart as if I‘ve stabbed him there with my words. "Ouch, Lizzie. This is all that I am to you? A rich kid that likes to get drunk?" he asks, his voice filled with fake hurt.

"Actually you forgot 'junkie' and 'manwhore'" I add casually. Chuck, who has just taken a sip of my champagne, almost chokes on it from his sudden laughter. "Wow, wow, wow… since when do you use words like this?" he chuckles. "I‘m sixteen, Chuck, not ten," I mumble in annoyance. "I see that," he answers with a wink, his gaze drifting down my curves, as a smirk spreads across his face.

"Believe me, little Liz, I‘m not the only guy who has noticed that Nate‘s little sister has grown up… but I‘m the only one who can really appreciate it. Could make you feel better than all those other stupid upper class idiots," he adds, his smirk widening. Meanwhile, I casually grabbed another glass of champagne from a passing waiter and took a sip. Now it’s me who almost chokes on the champagne, coughing and trying not to spill it all over myself and my dress.

Chuck next to me, bursts into laughter. Of course, he has me exactly where he wants me - falling for his words. I feel the heat rising in my cheeks, a stark contrast to the white of my dress. I can only pray that my mask covers enough of my face so it’s not visible. But when I finally stop coughing and look up at Chuck, the grin on his face tells me without any doubt, that I must look like a tomato.

"Fuck you!" I call out, staring at him angrily. "Sorry, Little Liz, sorry," he says between fits of laughter. It’s clearly visible that he’s the opposite of sorry. A few of the people around us turn to look, watching with judgmental gazes through their masks. My cheeks burn even hotter, but finally Chuck decides that he’s laughed enough at my embarrassment. "So, Lizzie? Wanna go outside a bit? Nice view over NY at night, no judging eyes… besides, I could really go for a joint right now," Chuck asks, a small smirk still on his lips, while he extends his hand in my direction.

I glance around in the grand ballroom for a moment, watching all the couples gazing at each other lovingly and hearing their laughter. I don’t really feel like going outside, but I know that I‘ll be alone again if I refuse Chuck‘s request. And somehow, I don’t want to be standing all alone on the edge of the ball room anymore. So I simply nod, take Chuck‘s outstretched hand and follow him out of the door and up the stairs onto the rooftop of the building.

The cold night air sends shivers down my spine, but somehow it doesn’t seem to affect me. The only thing that lights up the rooftop are the full moon in the sky and the few stars shining around it. We search for a quiet corner, where I can see the cars deep down in the streets of the Upper East Side.

When I feel myself getting anxious, I take a step away from the edge - fear of highs in NY is kinda unpractical. I watch Chuck, who took off his mask already, as he lights his joint. He extends his hand to me, offering me to take a hit, but I shake my head.

"Suit yourself," he mumbles before he inhales it. Meanwhile I‘ve decided to take off my mask too. Why wait until midnight if we both know each other anyway? Besides it started to get uncomfortable anyway. When I glance back at Chuck, he‘s already staring at me and it might be imagination, but I swear he’s got an almost fascinated look in his eyes.

"You’re beautiful," he mumbles suddenly and if I didn’t know it better, I would’ve never imagined that this is Chuck Bass. The guy I’ve known my whole life. He would never ever call a girl 'beautiful'. 'Hot' or 'Sexy' maybe, but calling me beautiful goes in a completely und unexpected different direction.

I could blame his joint on it, but at the same time I‘m more than just sure that he hasn’t smoked enough of it to show serious effects. I know how he gets when he’s high and this is different. I don’t know how to answer him, so a strange silence settles between us, only broken by the sound of cars driving in the illuminated streets of NY and the chatting of the people, who are walking in said streets.

"I’m not trying to sweet-talk you, Liz. I mean every word," he adds into the quiet. I swallow. His words make my heart race faster than it should. Too fast. And it’s that moment in which I realize that I‘ve always got more than just friendly feelings for Chuck Bass. My brother‘s best friend. The guy who always was off limits to me.

"Fuck it,"I mumble and then I get on my tiptoes, close the distance between me and him by wrapping my arms around his neck, before press my lips against his. He doesn’t even strain when I pull him down on my level, but instead he drops his joint, leans into me and kisses me back. It’s not my first kiss, though it certainly feels like the first one that truly matters. Not just because Chuck absolutely knows what he’s doing (of course he does, otherwise he wouldn’t be Chuck Bass), but also because the butterflies in my stomach seem to fly around like crazy, while at the same time an unexpected calm spreads through me.

It’s a strange mix, a warm sensation deep inside of me, that I wouldn’t want to let that go ever again, not for any price in this world. This is more than just a simple boring kiss with some simple boring guy, it’s more of a moment, something like a core memory, that I‘ll never forget.

I feel his hands on my back, his fingers grazing over my hip gently, holding me close to him. The grip is confident, like I‘d expect it from Chuck. But at the same time it’s loose enough to let me go, whenever I feel like backing out. Which is actually the opposite of what I want.

Instead I press myself closer to him, deepening the kiss, while my heart feels like it’s about to explode. It‘s like everything is frozen in time, this is all I ever wanted and a few seconds ago I didn’t even know that.

But then out of nowhere a light flashes, breaking the magic of the scene abruptly. The warmth that the kiss triggered vanished with the dazzling light, that broke the darkness and also the comfortable, mysterious atmosphere, which almost seemed to protect Chuck and me.

Chuck and I stop kissing, freezing like deers caught in the headlight. While I need a few seconds to realize what just happened - I kissed my brother‘s best friend- Chuck immediately analyzes every little detail of the situation. It doesn’t take him long to understand what just happened. "Shit, that was the fucking flashlight of a camera," Chuck hisses.

Horrified I stare at him, knowing that his realization must be right. A single glance is enough to decide our next step. Immediately we both make our way to the stairs, we came up, the only way that leads up to the roof of the building. But what we see is disappointing. The staircase is empty, the cold metal only lit up by the moon’s glow.

Whoever took the photo is long gone, already back inside, blending in with the other masked rich kids at the party. Two thoughts keep lingering in my head, signaling like a blinking neon sign at a shady club. The first is a pounding question. Who the hell was it? The second one is an assumption, which makes me feel sick to my stomach. If those photos won’t end up on Gossip Girl‘s new post, then she must be insane to let a scandal like this slide.

𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐝: Chuck Bass, caught red-handed—and red-lipped—with none other than Elizabeth Archibald. Oh Liz, breaking the rules never looked so good. But big brothers don’t like surprises… and something tells me the fallout will be delicious.

Xoxo, Gossip Girl 💋

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𝐈‘𝐦 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐩 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐞, 𝐛𝐜 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐛𝐮𝐦 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐚𝐲‘𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 🖤

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐓𝐏𝐃 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐭. 𝐓𝐓𝐏𝐃 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐩 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞 🤍

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐤𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞. 𝐂𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲’𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 😂

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𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐥, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭. 𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐥... ❤︎︎

𝐌𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞’𝐬 𝐈𝐳𝐳𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐈’𝐦 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐒𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐢𝐞 (@𝐢𝐳𝐳𝐲.𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟗 𝐨𝐧 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚) 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐋𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟𝐜 𝐈 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝟏𝐃, 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐑𝐨𝐚𝐧, 𝐒𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐃𝐑 ❤︎︎

𝐌𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐬? 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 (𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈’𝐦 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦):

- 𝐆𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐩 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥 (𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝟏 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈’𝐥𝐥 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠)

- 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰 & 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐞

- 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐈 𝐓𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲

- 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

- 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧

- 𝐖𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐒𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲

- 𝐑𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐞

- 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐒𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲

𝐎𝐤, 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐫, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟𝐜 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐬 ❤︎︎

𝐀𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞? 𝐘𝐞𝐬, 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐄𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐢𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞... 𝐈 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟𝐜 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭. 𝐒𝐨 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐰 𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 ❤︎︎

𝐆𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐢𝐭. 𝐈𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐬𝐤. 𝐈’𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐬𝐨 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐦𝐞

𝐗𝐨𝐱𝐨, 𝐈𝐳𝐳𝐲 ❤︎︎