#he thinks im gonna go buy him cigarettes

[cranberrv]

video games!

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ in which you and dallas get caught kissing

( a/n : i haven’t posted in 4ever, so im sorry this is super short but i miss posting n wanted to get smth out! adore this request xx )

the burgundy of buck merrill’s thunderbird reflected across the lake that hugged the highway. you and dallas winston are driving to the nightly-double, the local drive-in that both socs and greasers go to. usually, you two would walk, but due to construction you had to take the long way and go on the highway.

you never loved when dallas drove on highways. you knew him well enough to know that he was not the best driver in the world, and he loved to go fast. so on the highway, he drives like a maniac!

you’re holding onto his hand, and his other hand is on the wheel. dallas is swerving past cars, going inbetween lanes, and basically doing everything you shouldn’t do. you elbow him when he almost bumps into the back of a car once you reach traffic.

“christ, hate fuckin’ traffic,” he scoffs and honks on the horn.

you roll your eyes playfully. “don’t think honking will help, dal,”

“whatever, man,” he sighs and leans back. his little moment of rest doesn’t last long, though. he glances at you, sitting there peacefully, unbothered by the traffic. he doesn’t understand why you are so easygoing. “we’re gonna miss the fuckin’ movie,” he groans and smacks the steering wheel, annoyed.

“dally, it’s fine,” i say softly. “didn’t wanna watch a horror movie, anyway,”

“‘course you didn’t,” the edges of his pretty lips form a gentle smirk. “you fuckin’ pussy,”

“excuse me?”

he lifts his hands up in mock-surrender. “hey man, i said what i said,”

“you’re a jerk,” you respond, crossing your arms and pretending to be mad.

if there’s one thing about you and dallas, it’s that you two tease each other endlessly. well, more him towards you. but he can’t help it! that little pout on your face is just so cute, in his mind.

“y/n, i was joking,” he says, even though it’s blatanly obvious. “what, you actually mad or somethin’?”

you decide to go along with the bit, amused that he’s almost believing you. with a shrug, you keep your arms crossed and look out the window.

“c’mon, man, tell me if i did somethin’,” he insists. “don’t need to give me the silent treatment,”

you continue to ignore him, a smile crossing your face that he can’t see. he can be so gullible sometimes. he acts all tough and he’s always telling people that nothing can touch him, but the minute that you pretend to be mad at him, he’s practically at your feet begging for your attention.

“you want me to turn this car around? this movie is gonna be no fun if you’re mad at me,” he sighs, kicking himself for calling you a name. “at least look at me, man,”

the minute you turn your head to look at him and tell him that you’re joking and you love him, he doesn’t let you talk when he grabs your chin and kisses you.

you could say you’re surprised, but you’re not. dallas isn’t one to apologize, showing his endless adoration for you through stuff like massaging your shoulders, hugging you, kissing you, buying (or stealing) you a new necklace.

the two of you get into it too fast. you kiss him back after a few seconds of registering what’s happening, getting your pink lipgloss on his lips as you reach to grab the back of his brunette hair and pull him closer. the cigarette in between his calloused fingers burns out, and he throws it out the open window before reaching for your hand with the one that’s not holding your chin. he leans more into the kiss, trusting that you forgive him for what he said — even though you were never mad in the first place!

he pulls a millimeter away as he catches his breath, his gorgeous voice filling your ears as he whispers, “you forgive me now, doll?”

you smile and can’t hide the soft blush on your face as he whisper to you. even though you’re dating, it still feels like you have a silly girly crush on him, going pink at the most casual of words. “was never mad at you, dal,” you whisper back.

he’s about to say something, probably about how annoying you are, but you stop him before he can, bringing both your manicured hands to his cheeks and pulling him back in to continue kissing. a soft chuckle from him vibrates your kiss, he loves it when you initiate the kiss. in his mind, you’re just too cute.

but i guess you weren’t cute in the cops eyes. cars honking is all around, but you assume that’s just from this super annoying traffic. news flash, it wasn’t. the traffic is long gone, whatever accident that happened earlier was cleared up, but the two of you were still in the middle of the 6 lane highway, kissing in the thunderbird.

a cop car stops beside you, coming to speak to you. the minute you hear the deep voice echo from outside, you jump and pull away. dallas sighs and mutters something about you being a “prude” for ending the kiss so soon, until he realizes that the cop is there.

“hey, lovebirds,” the cop greets you. he doesn’t look very happy. “you’re blocking the entire highway. you know it’s illegal to stop on the highway?”

dallas gives the cop a side glare, raising his upper lip in annoyance. “yeah, we know,” dallas says harshly. “we ain’t stupid,”

“winston,” the cop groans. great, your boyfriends name is known by some random cop. “you wanna go in the cooler again?”

“you’re seriously wanting to put me in the cooler just because i’m lovin’ on my broad? huh?”

“go love on her somewhere else.” the cop says. “come on, son, you and your girl are holding up the traffic. off you go,”

“unbelievable,” dallas whispers under his breath, then he steps on the gas and drives away. a sea of cars follows. you were holding up a lot of people just by kissing.

it’s safe to say that when you got there, you didn’t catch one word of the movie.

[em-harlsnow]

more gallavich tiktok trends:

so ian sees another tiktok, but this isn’t really a trend. Or at least he’s only seen it once, so maybe it is and it hasn’t made it onto his for you page.

he wants to try it though, because he doesn’t think mickey will really notice.

the whole point is to not say ‘i love you’ back when the other person goes to leave. now, ian knows this type of thing could upset mickey, but he vows to immediately explain if mickey looks upset.

so when mickey goes to the store to get ian’s meds refilled and buy a new pack of cigarettes, he tries it.

“you got your keys?”

“the fuck do i need my keys for, arent you gonna be here?”

“you keep forgetting them. make a habit of it and take them with you whenever you leave.”

“jesus, fine.” mickey rolls his eyes, reaching around ian to grab his keys. before he leaves, he calls over his shoulder. “bye, asshole. love you.”

“Bye.” ian replies. he really doesn’t think mickey has noticed until he pauses, hand on the door handle.

“yeah, bye. love you.” he repeats, almost trying to sound mocking but clearly just making the last two words heard.

ian laughs. “bye, mickey.”

mickey turns and squints at him.

“something wrong?” ian asks.

“no.” he gives him a little side eye, before turning back to the door. “i’m going now. love you.” he enunciates.

“okay, bye” he repeats.

still, mickey doesn’t open the door to go. he waits for a second, then turns back again. his eyebrows furrow in confusion. “what’s wrong with you?”

“nothing, mick. what’s going on?”

“‘nothing mick.’” he mimics with a scoff. “why’re you acting weird?”

“weird how?”

“you know how!”

ian plays dumb, putting on his best confused face. “how can i know if you don’t tell me?”

for a moment, mickey splutters and waves his arms comically.

“fine, freak. i’m going now, so goodbye, love you.” he stresses, still not moving to leave.

“okayyy? bye? and im acting weird?”

“are you not hearing me? what did i just say?”

“i can hear you fine! you said, ‘i’m going now, goodbye’”

“i said goodbye, love you. fucking asshole.” mickey narrows his eyes.

“ohhhh.” ian smirks, pulling him in by his hand raised in outrage. “i love you too.”

mickey smiles. “you’re a dick.” he says affectionately

[binniebakery]

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Non Idol AU Ex!Yeonjun x Gn!Reader, Angst ♡Warnings: no happy ending, not proofread, cursing, I'm almost 90% this is gender neutral but if there is a mistake please let me know! ♡A/N: im so sorry this took forever to come out gfdgjhksd but its here! since this is my first time writing angst I'm not sure how i feel about this one but.. that's me with all my yeonjun fics... lmfao enjoy

𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴: "Above the Chinese Restaurant" By Laufey 𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴: "Don't Let Me Go" By Cigarettes After Sex

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——-˖⁺. ༶ ❤︎ ⋆˙⊹ 𐦍 ˖⁺. ༶ ❤︎ ⋆˙⊹——-

There you lay in the quiet solitude of your dimly lit room. The only source of light being the soft glow of your bedside lamp and a candle that smelled of sandalwood and something oddly familiar.

The outside world remained silent, a contrast to the buzzing thoughts that swarmed your mind. Your new apartment was quiet, lonely, and grey. It was nights like these that had you reminiscing those warm summer days you spent in the city.

Glancing over at the nearest window, you find yourself in a moment of deja vu. You’ve been here before– in this position looking outside as you lay in bed.

Except this time you weren’t waiting for anyone, it was just you and the sound of your ticking clock as the arms slowly moved to the next hour.

Time always seems to go by quicker than you can notice.

Your mind wanders back through the corridors of your memories as you clutch the soft fabric of your comforter. You let out a deep sigh as you find yourself reliving those memories again.

It’s cozy, you have a wonderful view of the greenery outside, it’s spacious, it’s a safe neighborhood, and your apartment is brand new. All of this and you would think ‘how could anyone ask for more?’

You realize it all fails in comparison to those distant memories. It's quite foggy really, you can’t really remember them too well leaving you pondering if so much time had really slipped away from you.

Just like he did

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July 8th, Summer.

You and Yeonjun were simply young and dumb. At least that's what your parents would always say. Two ambitious individuals who found each other at a time when it seemed like the world was against you both.

Your families were against you moving into the city, but you were both young and desperate to start a new life together. It took weeks of couch surfing but despite the financial issues, you both managed to find that small apartment right above that old, run-down Chinese restaurant.

That summer the whole neighborhood spoke of the new young couple moving in, though you two paid no mind. Yeonjun enjoyed the attention and you were willing to endure anything as long as nobody spoke ill of either of you.

You remember Yeonjun’s small car lugging your belongings up the hill, and the minute you two arrive he’s opening the passenger door and pulling you into a hug.

He’s spinning you around and you’ve never felt happier. The summer heat burned down and your skin had tanned an awful lot, causing you to feel insecure about the obscure tan lines you modeled.

Of course, Yeonjun complimented you to the moon and back, kissing every bit of skin while his own was left sunburned. He always made you feel special no matter the occasion.

This moment was no less different, that bright, toothy grin of his as he clumsily plops down to lay with you on your shared futon.

“Got a gig next week, gonna earn so much too, I’ll buy you dinner every day for the next month!” Your boyfriend exclaims with his arms in the air.

You laugh at his expressive antics, leaning towards him to pull him in for a tight embrace.

“Don’t worry about that jjunie, I don’t need fancy dinners from you.”

“But I wanna,” he pouts “I gotta do something to make up for you working so hard!”

“Alright but nothing too expensive, we should be saving up..” You raise an eyebrow as Yeonjun makes himself comfortable laying his head in your lap.

“Mm, we’ll see” he chuckles and despite him burying his face into your thighs you can see the way his grin grows ever-so wider.

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While Yeonjun chased his dream of being the biggest rockstar the world had ever known, you worked as a dishwasher just downstairs and occasionally picked up any odd jobs you could find when you had the time.

You didn’t mind being the breadwinner– after all, you were content just being by your lover's side.

Yeonjun would come home in the early hours of the morning, returning from his latest gig that his small band managed to grab.

He’d quietly push open the door to your apartment, he'd set his guitar down with care on the floor and slip off his boots as silently as he could manage, mindful not to disturb your sleep after a long day of work.

He was always a gentleman, slipping beneath the covers beside you and gently pressing a tender kiss to your forehead as a silent apology for the missed "goodnight" texts he always promised to send but always ended up being too busy with his performances.

Your life with him wasn’t perfect, but regardless you had everything you could ever need.

It didn’t matter that the water always ran cold during the winter, the lack of heat or cool air circulation, the thin walls and loud neighbors, the constant sound of sirens running through the streets at night, or even the unstoppable growing mold in the corner of your bathroom.

You two were happy regardless of the trials this life had brought you.

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September 30th, Fall

You’re clutching that same old soft comforter, except this time echoes of soft laughter and plates clinking could be heard bouncing off the thin walls of your humble apartment.

Yeonjun lights the candle he had just bought, the scent of sandalwood filling the air as he finds his way to you.

“If you listen closely you can hear Mr. Wang snoring” Yeonjun whispers as he snuggles closer to your shaking form in an attempt to warm you both.

You toss another dumpling into your mouth and grin.

“Sometimes I wish that was all we heard at night. I don’t know how much longer I can stand his bed creaking on Fridays..” You snicker and that was all it took for your boyfriend to burst into a fit of giggles.

“Shhh! My love please!” You whisper loudly as you lean over your shared futon to cover his mouth.

Yeonjun holds back tears as he attempts to regain composure. You grab a dumpling from your plate and shove it into his mouth.

Your boyfriend happily munches as you sigh, a wide smile on your face despite wanting to be annoyed. “You think the restaurant will give us more if I head back down?” He looks down at his empty plate, stomach rumbling and his eyes look back at you. His face resembled a child getting caught doing something they weren’t supposed to, guilty look on his face.

You find yourself giggling at how cute he looks, hand reaching to gently caress his cheek. Yeonjun smiles and lets the food in his mouth peek out slightly.

“Aw jjunie thats gross!” You laugh, pushing him away.

Yeonjun laughs as well, cheekbones popping out in all their glory from the way his smile extends impossibly more and you feel yourself falling even more impossibly in love.

That ends up being how the both of you spend the rest of your night, attempting to remain silent so as not to get another noise complaint. Sharing jokes and silent tickle fights, the perfect distraction against the autumn weather.

If only your nights stayed like this forever.

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February 22nd or 23rd? You could never really remember the date.

Despite winter soon making it’s leave, you stay stuck inside the restaurant building with Yeonjun as the winter storm still roars on outside.

“Jjunie! I’m home!” You chirp as you open the door to your apartment.

Yeonjun looks up from his phone, laying on the worn couch you had both found on someone’s lawn with a sign that said ‘please take’. Despite your sour look Yeonjun somehow managed to convince you both to take it “looks like it’s still in good condition to me” he awkwardly smiled as he wiped off the remaining dust. 

You shake your head smiling at the memory.

“Hey, you. How was work?” He smiles and pats the empty spot next to him for you to sit.

“Same old, but it wasn’t that busy today. I even managed to take a nap in the freezer before Mr Wang noticed me.” You grinned.

Yeonjun lets out a chuckle and you crawl into his lap, resting your head on his shoulder.

He opens the blanket he was currently wrapped in and invites you in to join him in his little burrito.

You bury your face into his neck, inhaling that familiar scent you grew to love. Yeonjun places a hand on your back and rubs small circles as he plants a kiss on your hairline.

“Hey, I know that you’ve been out a lot. You know– busy with band stuff, but do you think you could maybe get a small side gig to help us out?” You looked at him with a nervous smile.

You knew Yeonjun took his band career seriously. He did everything he could to help, taking any small gig he and his bandmates could find. But most of the time it just felt like it wasn’t enough to pay the bills.

“Baby… we talked about this before.. You know I–” 

Before Yeonjun can finish his response, your conversation gets interrupted.

Creak

“What the–”

“Is that the roof?” Yeonjun squints his eyes as he looks at the wooden planks above him. You both sit in silence staring upwards, waiting for the odd sound to play again.

Nothing.

“Huh..” You lift yourself off your boyfriend and stand in the middle of your tiny living room, eyes still concentrated on trying to figure out where the sound was coming from.

..Creak…

“Ah shit–! Y/n look out!” Yeonjun jumps off the couch and grabs your wrist, pulling you towards him as part of your roof collapses right on top of the spot you were standing on. A fresh blanket of snow pouring in.

“Holy fuck, fuck fuck fuck–”

“Y/n are you okay?! Did you get hurt?!” His hands grab your face and his eyes are scanning for any injuries.

“I- I’m fine but our roof just fucking caved in!??! Shit, I could have been crushed!” Your jaw was practically dropped at the situation.

Yeonjun pulls away and walks towards the pile of wood and snow to assess the damage.

And as if right on cue, another fresh blanket of snow falls right on top of him. “AH!” Yeonjun yells, shaking off the remaining snow sitting on his head.

“Stupid fucking roof! I hate this damn apartment, not only do we not have any heat but we don’t even have a roof!”

“Pffft–!”

Yeonjun looks over and sees your face almost red, doubled over as you tried your best to keep in your laughter and he can’t help but feel his anger dissipate at the sight.

He hadn’t seen you laugh or smile like this in a while.

“You–! you look so stupid right now– I’m sorry!” You breathe out, falling on the couch as you let out a heavy laugh.

Your boyfriend beams, seeing you like this was better than any blanket or heater. His heart skips as you pull him in to lightly dust off the remaining snow.

So what if it took half of your savings jar and Yeonjun sacrificing almost a whole night of sleep to fix the roof? Every penny and splinter was worth seeing that priceless smile of yours.

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April 3rd, Spring. After two weeks of nonstop work, you finally had a day off the same day Yeonjun was home for the day.

You took the opportunity to splurge and eat in. You put on your favorite movie as you folded both of your laundry, Yeonjun making comments every now and then, pausing to get up and check on the stew you were making.

You found yourself wishing your days were like this more often. You knew he was busy and you respected that he wanted to chase his dreams, and who were you to get in the way of that?

Unbeknownst to you, Yeonjun had been silent the last few minutes.

Suddenly, you feel his figure scoot behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. “One day I’m gonna make enough money for us to get out of this dump.” He mumbles into your neck.

“Huh?” You looked up from the pile of clothing that you were attending to.

“You heard me, I’m gonna make it big. The day that I do, I’m gonna buy you brand new clothes, a cute dog, we’re gonna live in a mansion, and then get married.”

Your face flushes and you smile. This was the first time Yeonjun had ever mentioned marriage to you.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm, gonna be the biggest star this world will ever know. My face is gonna be plastered on every billboard. Then, we’ll have kids.. and then when I’m too old to perform, we’re gonna be so rich you’ll never have to work another day in your life” he grins.

“Feeling a little ambitious are we?” You giggle, raising an arm to pat his head. His hair felt soft, it had been so long since you ran your fingers through it. You find yourself closing your eyes as you begin to imagine your ideal future.

“Say whatever you want. It’s gonna happen!” Yeonjun raises a fist in the air, as if giving a speech to a crowd and you feel as if you couldn’t have been more in love with him in that moment.

One day, he’s gonna be in front of a real crowd, the largest one he’s ever seen, and you swear you’ll be front row cheering him on.

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May 16th, Spring.

You throw his bag down in frustration. “So this entire fucking time you were just going out and having fun? Drinking with your bandmates while I’m here working my ass off trying to keep a roof over our heads?!”

Yeonjun sighs and grits his teeth.

“No. I’m not just going out and having fun. Yes, I admit! Sometimes we’re out of luck and Soobin can’t get us a fucking gig. We go to a place and have a few drinks to destress, but I promise you I am trying my hardest! I do everything I can to get a shitty gig, I hang out with other douchebag bands so we can get connections y/n! Con-nec-tions! You ever fucking heard of that?!”

Another argument, the 4th night in a row.

This time you were cleaning around the apartment, finding Yeonjun’s bag as he took his shower before heading out for the evening to meet with his bandmates. ‘A huge meeting talking about an upcoming event they’re going to perform at’ he claimed.

You open his bag, knowing that he’d appreciate you cleaning up the trash he had inside. He trusted that you wouldn’t toss any of his half-written lyrics or important documents anyway.

That’s when you see it, three– no four– crumble receipts inside the inner pocket. You unscramble them to see they’re all charges from bars. Not just the same one, but multiple, containing only large orders of alcoholic drinks with the occasional snack to go along.

Anger consumes you before you think rationally, and as Yeonjun walks out of the shower with just a towel around his waist shaking his wet black hair, you shove the receipts in his face.

After minutes of back and forth, the tension grows immensely thicker. And before you both even notice, it all turns into a yelling match. 

He explains that it’s due to him not being able to find proper gigs as of recently, and how drinking will destress him, going off on a rant about how it’s normal in the industry to drink with managers and other bands to get a good rep. “Do you even fucking care about us!? We live in a dump! I had to call someone to fix our dishwasher three times last month! What if I get fired or laid off? We’re just gonna live on the fucking streets?! Be realistic Yeonjun! Be fucking realistic!”

“Maybe the issue is you don’t care y/n.. You just don’t understand that I’m serious! I’m taking this shit all seriously! I’m sorry I can’t find a proper job right now, but I need just more time.. And if you can’t respect my dream then honestly.. Maybe I should just fucking go right now for good.”

You couldn’t even respond. The tears in your eyes began to drip down and Yeonjun could only watch as your eyebrows furrow more, face scrunching up in an attempt to hide the frustration you were feeling.

He knew you hated crying, especially in front of him.

Had your eye bags always been so deep?

Yeonjun’s lips part and you hear his breath hitch the second it all starts crashing down on him. 

He stares at how disheveled your hair is. The way your skin looked so pale and almost blue under the dim light of the moon from your opened blinds. He remembers the way he used to kiss up your sunkissed arm the first few months you both moved into your tiny apartment. Letting the sun shine through the windows as you both danced slowly to whatever bossanova song played through your vintage radio.

Those first few months of summer were golden. They were warm like your skin on his when he woke up in the morning to you with his arms wrapped around your waist. Now your skin looked cold, dull, and you looked stretched thin.

How could he have just noticed all this? He was living with you the whole time.

In reality, he stopped being present a long time ago.

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The following days Yeonjun was nowhere to be seen.

You cried every day, constantly looking over to the door to see if he would just waltz in, big grin as he held a golden contract to a label over your head. You glanced over at the couch often, expecting your lover to be sitting as usual on his phone or hunched over writing whatever lyrics he could muster.

You called and texted but no response was ever given. Even if you had a car, not that walking would stop you, you had no idea of his whereabouts. Where would you even begin to look?

Then finally at the end of the week, Yeonjun returns home.

You weren’t there when he arrived, you still had to work despite the fact that things were rough. So when you return that night, all that’s left is your stuff and a note.

To my dearest y/n, Sorry for everything. I hope you understand that I need to do things my way right now. This is stupid but I'm sure you can imagine where this is going. Maybe in the future we’ll find each other again, but as of right now, I have to leave. If you need me you have my number,  See you around baby -Yeonjun

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Shortly after, you find yourself moving out of that old apartment. You never texted or called Yeonjun, and he never did so to you either.

As time goes by and the seasons pass, you can’t help but wonder where he ended up.

Did he continue to seek that dream he always wanted?

Maybe being with you was his biggest dream all along,

He just didn’t know it then.

Deep down Yeonjun wished he could have shown his appreciation for you more. How much he wished to give you a better life, to be a better boyfriend. How much he wished that on those nights when he’d arrive late in the morning hours, you’d wake up to see him giving you those gentle kisses, or how he’d double check to make sure the blanket was properly covering your sleeping figure.

Oh, how Yeonjun would never know about those faded photographs you still have saved from your old polaroid camera. Both of you with wide smiles as you sat in the pile of snow in the middle of your living room. You often found yourself wishing you could go back. Go back to when things were simpler, go back to that summer you moved in that tiny apartment.

As these nights go on, so does time. Therefore the tears that you find yourself wiping away eventually dry, and you let these memories go with a sigh. They carry themselves away along with the gentle breeze that whispers through your open window. And as that sandalwood candle’s wick flickers out, you realize so does the love you once held for him.

[manicformunson]

touch tank

master list

pairing eddie munson x fem!reader

summary one hot summer night, reader and eddie are lounging in a simple blow up kiddie pool and eddie can't help but take advantage of the moment

note i am once again horny and making it everyone else's problem. and yes this is based off touch tank by quinnie, im really into writing sappy things based off songs can you tell?

Y/N loved nights like these when her and Eddie just got high together and hung out; in this case they went to the store just as it was closing to impulsively buy a small kiddie pool so they could beat off the hot summer night heat.

It was already almost ten o' clock when they made it back to his trailer and started filling up the pool -- Y/N had suggested getting a six pack and cigarettes while waiting so they sat across from each other while it filled up.

A giggle erupted from Y/N's soft lips as she took a drag from her cigarette and kicked some water at Eddie with her foot. "You're serious?" She kept her foot on his chest, crossing her arms at him. "Of course I am. Come on you already practically live here, let's just, let's just make it official? And Wayne would love having you around more so,"

Y/N grinned and decided to poke him with her toes, "Oh just Wayne?" "You know what I mean." Eddie scratched the back of his head sheepishly. "Yeah, I know that you mean. I just want you to say it." Y/N couldn't help but tease, he was too cute getting all soft with her.

Eddie wrapped his ringed fingers around her ankle and pulled until her back was completely in the water and leaned over her, holding one side of her face in his hands. "I want you to move in with me so I wake up to you every morning."

Y/N pulled the cigarette out of her mouth to wrap her arm behind his neck, "You're such a softie." Eddie just smiled and kissed her, "I'm gentle when I want to be."

She hummed, kissing him again. Living with Eddie did sound like a dream, plus she was already there pretty much all the time so it's not like it would be that different.

"Okay." She nodded as she took another drag and blew it up at him. "Okay?" Eddie sounded like an excited puppy. He held her waist above water and kissed your jawline down to your neck. "Okay I'll move in with you."

The pad of Eddie's fingers rubbed circles in Y/N's waistband as he pulled up to kiss her again. It was clumsy and desperate and just perfect. "Good, because I don't think I could've accepted any other answer." Eddie breathed against her mouth, grabbing her legs and pulling her so she was sitting up in front of him.

Y/N connected their lips again, relishing the feeling of his tonuge against hers and moaning when he grabbed her ass.

"I'm gonna get that plastic chair and bring it over here, then I'm gonna go down on you." Eddie stated, not bothering to wait for a response as he climbed out.

Y/N just laughed. Eddie was such a sucker for going down on her, it was his favorite foreplay. A lot of times he just liked to go down on her without any kind of penetration, simply because he loved it so much; the feeling of her pussy against his mouth -- not to mention that she was pretty vocal, it was heaven to him.

Y/N held the cigarette between her lips and she hooked her fingers around the waist band of her swim bottoms before she pulled them down her legs, letting them float away in the water.

When Eddie came back his face was flushed in arousal as he put the front legs of the chair in the pool and then patted the seat, "For you."

He held out his hand to help her up before settling between her legs. Y/N hooked one leg over the arm of the chair and grabbed a handful of Eddie's hair as he used his thumbs to push her lips apart before licking a stripe down her clit.

"Shit," She couldn't help but look down at him, still having her cigarette between her teeth. Y/N thought Eddie looked so fucking pretty between her legs, like he was made to be down there. She watched with hooded eyes as he lapped her pussy before he circled her entrance with his tonuge.

Y/N gasped, yanking his hair as the cigarette fell in the pool, forgotten now as she pushed his face against her and tried her best to ride against him. Eddie moaned on her clit and stuck out his tonuge flag so she could use his face as she pleased.

She let her leg that was hooked around the arm of the chair fall on his back and yanked his head side to side so he was going against her clit at a rapid pace.

Eddie looked up to meet Y/N's eyes and held her leg close to him as she continued to pant and moan at him until she was cumming in his mouth.

Y/N had to bite back a scream as Eddie helped her through her orgasm; her limbs were shaking and couldn't move his head anymore so he continued on his own against her clit until she was shaking with overstimulated.

She grabbed Eddie's face and pulled him up to kiss her, moaning at the taste of herself on his lips. "I love you, shit." Y/N panted and rested her forehead against his.

Eddie fished her bottoms out and slid them carefully back up her legs and helped her up, "I love you too, babe." He giggled, at Y/N's eye roll and dodged the empty beer can she tossed at him.

"Shut the fuck up and come kiss me."

[sunny1616]

Deluded Pt. 1

Matteo Riddle x Reader

Summary: You and Matteo have a toxic yet addictive bond. Both of you know it and can't help but feed into it further. But what happens when the limit is found and crossed?

Warnings ⚠️: toxic relationship, swearing, arguing

"Sttawpp Matteeo.. i have to get to class..." Matteo, has you trapped in an outdoor alcove at the courtyard. His hands bracket your hips, and his head is nuzzled in the sweet spot between your neck and collar bone. At your request for him to stop his perusal of your neck, he responds with a giggle that tickles you under your jawline. "This is no joke! McGonagall will kill me if i show up late for the third time this month!!... MATTEO IM SERIOUS.." You then brace your forearms against his chest and push off.

"Comme onnn. That old witch won't notice. Know-it-all-Granger takes up all her attention in that class. I know you dont want to go, so why are you wasting this precious, precious time?.." At the last two words, his face is back on the same sensitive spot. And you wiggle again with less will to end it.

"Ughhh, at this rate, we both won't ever graduate. Don't you ever take anything at least a bit seriously?" This was partly a jest, but you also wanted to know if Matteo had the right priorities.

"Why do you have to ruin the mood? Who the fuck cares about school? Both our families are loaded anyway. You could work at any department at the Ministry even if you didnt pass Divination. Besides, no one goes to classes anyways. Blaise, Crab, Goyle, and Theo- even Pansy doesn't give a shit most of the time! BE MORE LIKE HER AND STOP KILLING MY BONER" He ends with an annoyed exasperation. You just gape at his complete disregard for school. Sure, you weren't a stellar student, but you gave at least 60% of an effort. Better than 0, duh?!

"I dont want to be like all those people!! If i want to do something worthwhile after grad, imma have to learn a thing or two to be of some use. My mommy and daddys money can't buy that STUPID!!" Eyes wide, you think about picking up your bag to leave, but before you can reach down, he's already hissing again.

"Holy fuck... your such a fucking tease right now. Fine. Go. I dont give a fuck. You're not irreplaceable, there are 20 other bitches that'll gladly take your place with me right now over some dumbass class." He then frenziedly takes out a cigarette and lights it. Not even looking at you.

After a pause and a breath, you finally say, "Wow. How fucking fragile are you? You cant even go a minute without having your dick wet can you? Its pathetic... Im sorry that i have other priorities than you, a raging manslut!! And since you have 20 other girls under me, i invite you to go to them because im sooo fucking done with your ass. They're all probably waiting oh so patiently too for me to let you go. Too bad for them to soon figure out what a DISAPPOINTING MESS YOU ARE."

"Haha yea right. Let's see how you like it when you can't have me. You're gonna wish you had chosen differently. While i on the other hand get to finally HAVE SOME FUCKING FUN. GO DRY YOUR PUSSY OUT WITH MCGONAGALL AND TRY NOT TO GET RUG BURN WHEN YOU CRAWL BACK TO ME." You're already halfway across the courtyard and dont even turn back when you scream:

"I HOPE YOU KNOW THE NUMBERS BETWEEN 0 AND 20 WHEN YOU COUNTDOWN YOU DUMB FUCKER!!"

You sort of speed stomp across the yard to reach the hallway. Then quickly go to the changing staircase to get onto the right set of stairs in order for you to arrive to class on time.

Now that the nerves of almost missing class have subsided, you are now fuming about everything else. How could he say all those things to you? Though you know Matteo and what he's capable of your delusional thoughts creep in to ask; did he truly mean all those things? He won't actually hook up with other girls, right? Deep down, you knew the answer but still refused to trust it. Matteo is more unlike his father than he is like his father. But in regards to keeping true to his threats, you could say it runs in the family.

Author note: i hope yall are angry at Matteo. Hehe. Part 2 coming soon!

[g3z0]

Rich stupid Highschool Kids P4

P1 P2 P3 P5 P6

Summary: The Sturniolo‘s. Their kids are rich and spoiled, stupid brats. You hated them. But you hated Nicolas the most. The way he looks down on everybody and thinks he is better than everyone else just makes your blood boil. You’re a drug dealer - selling drugs to those rich dumb kids, trying to earn some money. Who would’ve thought this would be a love story?

Warnings: smoking, cursing, mention of drugs

-g3z0

Im not actually scared that some stupid ass kids will snitch on me.

I know Max got my back and he would take care of it.

But when I’m standing infront of my plug, guns on the table, drugs laying in every corner I fucking look at and four Intimidating eyes staring at me - then I’m fucking scared.

„The usual ,kiddo?“ butcher asks as he takes a drag from his cigarette, raising his eyebrows at me while he does.

I shake my head a little and grab into my jacket pocket, pulling out a note, max gave me, with new stuff he wants.

I reach my hand out to butcher, the note between my two fingers.

He looks down at my hand and back into my eyes as he exhales the smoke.

I hold eye contact with him, trying my fucking best to not show how nervous I actually am.

Im buying from butcher and his group like for a year now.

It’s weird I’m still nervous around him, I basically grew up with him.

But one thing butchers good at is to separate business from private life.

He doesn’t care for how long he knows you, how close you two are, even if you’re his fucking own blood - you fuck with him he’s gonna make you wish you‘ve never been born.

My brother takes another drag from his cigarette as he grabs the note from my hand.

He looks at Dixon and presses the note into his hand „get it, put a little extra of the new stuff on top.“ he says to Dixon and we both watch him walk away.

„How’s mom?“ butcher asks as he sits down on the couch again.

I look back at him and nod a little „she’s doing good.“

He nods and takes a drag from his cigarette „school?“

I shrug with my shoulders „it’s alright.“ He nods again.

„Listen, kid. You‘re gonna sell the new stuff for more, if you don’t get to sell it, you go down with the price. But not too much, alright?“ he says while his eyes dart into my head.

I nod a little „alright.“

He lets out a sigh and grabs under the table, pulling out a Envelope and throwing it on the table in front of us.

I don’t look at it, my eyes stay on his - I don’t move.

„Take it.“ he says sternly.

I let out an sigh and grab the envelope, putting it into my pocket of my jacket.

Butcher helps me out with giving me money for myself and mom. I think it's his way of trying to make up for the past.

„Thanks..“ I mumble and we both look at Dixon as he comes back with an full packed backpack.

I nod at him, take the backpack and pull it over my shoulders.

„Thanks.“ I say again and walk up the stairs, out of the basement.

I put my earphones into my ears and walk out of the house, pulling my phone out and starting my music.

I light myself a cigarette and pull my other hand into my pocket, walking towards the bus station.

Music is pumping loudly into my ears as my thoughts drift off to the night with Nick.

I clench my jaw as I stare down at the ground, anger fills my body.

Why the fuck did I got on my knees like a fucking dog for him?

He thinks he can have whatever he wants and he just takes what he wants.

I hate that. I fucking hate myself for giving in to him.

He never even heard no once in his life. He’s so spoiled it makes me wanna throw u-

„Hey!“ a voice rips me out of my thoughts and I look to the police car that is driving slowly next to me.

Shit.

I stop walking and take on headphone out of my ear. „Yeah?“

I swallow. My hands begin to shake a little bit.

Calm down y/n, calm the fuck down.

They don’t know you got thousand $ worth of drugs on your fucking back.

Calm down.

The police officer stops the car and he gets out of it, his eyes not leaving mine.

„Don’t worry, just general inspection, do you have something against it if I ask you some questions?“ he smiles at me as he stands in front of me.

I shake my head a little „no sir.“

Im not scared. I’m terrified.

Max could not get me out of this. I’m not rich like he is. My parents are not important like his. The police doesn’t the fuck care if they arrest a poor boy with no Reputation.

„Do you mind if I take a look in your bag?“

My heart sinks into my stomach, my heart is beating so fast and loud, I’m almost scared the police officer can hear it.

The police officer raises an eyebrow when I don’t answer and I swallow, letting out a breathe while I put the backpack down on the ground next to me.

„of course not, sir.“

The officer nods and reaches down to the backpack.

Fuck.

I kick it away before he can grab it and I push the officer as hard as I can away from me.

I quickly run to the backpack, grab it and run off.

„Hey!“ the police officer yells while he begins to run after me.

„Stop right there!“ he yells and I squeeze my eyes shut, breathing heavily while I continue to run away as fast as I can.

The adrenaline in my veins is too much and my heart is beating so fast it feels like I’m almost having a heart attack.

I pull the backpack over my shoulders again, running around a corner and bumping into some people.

I can’t get caught. I can’t do that to my mom.

And butcher would fucking kill me.

„Stop!“ the police officer yells and i l continue to place foot after foot on the ground as fast as I can.

I breathe heavily and turn around another corner, praying that I can get him off me.

My heart stings, my lungs are burning up and my only thought is how the fuck I’m gonna get out of this.

I jump up a fence and hold on to the top to pull myself up.

I loose my balance and fall over, face first on the ground.

I let out a groan and roll to my side, letting out a breathe of pain.

„Stop running away!“ the cop yells as I can see him getting nearer to me.

„Fuck.“ I mumble and stand up again, starting to run away again.

I keep running away, I don’t know where I’m even going.

Juts somewhere, just continue to run.

I continue to run, looking back like every 5 seconds to see if the cop catches up to me.

I can’t see him anymore.

Thank god.

I climb up a wall, jumping down from it.

I let out a breathe and hold my hand against my chest, trying to catch my breathe, leaning my shoulder against the wall.

„What the fuck?“ nick says while he stares at me with a frown.

My heart stops beating for a second and I look around.

How the fuck did I end up in Sturniolo’s backyard.

[m7nson]

Nervous ❥ Eddie Munson

˙❥˙ working meant getting money, you didn't know a nervous D&D master came with it too

an - AA IM ACTUALLY ENJOYING WRITING

Edited bc I messed something canon-

🂱 masterlist - part 2

'One boring wonder woman comic', you thought to yourself, there was nothing wrong with the comic itself, but shockingly you're actually getting tired of reading. Instead of rereading the same line over again.

It's a Monday so no one's most likely gonna come in today, let alone buy something. Which is makes this day even more boring. Restarting your Lesley Gore vinyl. Humming as you reorganize the superman comics, praying that something, anything; cures your boredom.

It's a Monday so no one's most likely gonna come in today, let alone buy something. Which is makes this day even more boring. Restarting your Lesley Gore vinyl. Humming as you reorganize the superman comics, praying that something, anything; cures your boredom.

Little did you know a certain metalhead was practicing what say in the car. "Hi-" he said as his voice cracks, which makes him groan with his hands in his face. He doesn't even know if you're even working today, what will he even say? Is he gonna embarrass himself? Well he can cross that off here been in his car for the past ten minutes freaking out over nothing. It's not like he doesn't talk to girls. Being the local drug dealer kinda makes him talk to them.

But this, this is nothing like that. He actually wanted to talk to you. "God, this is pathetic." He never thought in years that he would be nervous to talk to a girl. And this girl wasn't intimidating at all. Chucking remembering what Henderson said last time.

🂱

"Dude you were being a total chicken with her." Dustin said getting in the van after Eddie kicked him out of the driver seat. "I'm never bringing you hear again.." Eddie told him as he started the van reversing fast out if the parking lot, Dustin chuckled.

"Honestly I've known her for a while she's friends with Robin and she takes Matt of the shifts here, because she doesn't want to be at home." He gave him a weird look.

"That's very specific.. don't you think?" He told the light brunette. He shrugged, "Robin talks a lot.. but hey now you can start coming here because she works a lot!" He says smiling at him.

"And you wouldn't have ever known she works here if it wasn't for me!"

"Yeah, yeah.."

🂱

He's already parked, he made it this far. All he has to do is just go in, and he did.. very slowly. Slowly but surely, he opened the door hearing the familiar bell ring. He looked at the register to see if you were there, but surprisingly no one was there.

Debating on just leaving but, someone has to be here. Walking around pretending to take interest in.. these batman comics, yea definitely. He walked to the other side of the shelves and saw you. You didn't notice him at first, busy reorganizing. He slid back to the other side of the shelves. He had a game plan, he really did; but he didn't think you were actually gonna be there.

He took a breath in and out, he tried to be cool sliding out and lightly bumping into you. "sorry— oh hey Y/n!" He said to sliding his elbow onto the comics, and leaning on it. You chuckled, you knew he was here the whole time, the smell of cigarettes, a tint of weed, and cheap cologne, which was somewhat new.

"Eddie, hi!" You smiled at him. Ever since he saw you here he's been going to English every day, late but hey; he was there at least! "I didn't know you read comics?" You said stopping your working to face him.

"Are you kidding? Who doesn't like comics!" He said a little too loudly which made him clear his throat. You laughed "well that is true.. did you need help with anything?" You asked him. He gulped, "well I was wondering if.." he started, 'come on, you already started just say hi to the movies that all you have to say.. now you look like an idiot staring at her... And her pretty-' "if?.." you started again interrupted his thoughts.

"If you can help me with my essay!" He said loudly again. "Oh well.." you looked around and looked back him, "sure! Why not!" You smiled at him. And then he realized what he said "thank you so much, I'll definitely be gone this year." You gave a confused look.

"Gone?" You said with a worried look. "Oh yeah you didn't know? '86 is the year that Eddie Munson officially graduate's!" He smiled learning more twords you while crossing his arms.

You smiled as well, "that's great! You get to graduate with me!" He nodded stranding straight and broadening his shouldes. "Is there anything else you need?" 'think think think-' "yeah I need help getting a gift for the nerd. Henderson.. I think you know him." You chuckled, oh yes you did.. and you knew his birthday wasn't till may... It's October.

"Oh yeah I know of that nerd.. I usually see him getting something D&D themed.. and sometimes a new batman or spiderman comic..." You thought for a second. "Are you by chance on a budget of some sort?" He gave a blank stare. "Um.. anything as cheap as possible please.." he said rubbing his neck.

You nodded.. "I got it! Wait right here.." you said going to the back of the store. Rumming through the little boxes finding a specific item. And you saw a familiar blue and white cap. Bingo.

While Eddie was casually waiting near the register, whistling. "Found it!" You said walking up to him behind the register and handing him the hat. He examined it, looks real nerdy he thought reading it. 'thinking cap' with what looks like lightning bolts.

"I know he really likes blue and white so I thought that he would enjoy that! I was gonna show him when he came but here you are!" You rambled smiling at him. "This is perfect thank you.. how much is it?" You sighed looking at the camera behind you, and looking back at him.

"It's on the house!" He gave you a shocked look. "No— no, no. I don't want you to get in trouble.." he said pulling out his wallet. "Please take it, just say it's from me and you!" He sighed. "Thank you that's very nice of you."

You smiled "Of course.. so when did you want to work on your essay?" Ah shit he completely forgot.. "well, what about.. are you free tomorrow?" He asked, "I.. believe I am. If anything changes I can call you, my boss just calls me in at random times..." You said putting the cap in the bag, and handing it to him.

He nodded and took out a ten dollar bill. "Do you have a pen I could borrow?" You nodded, you always had a pen on you. "Not a pen but a marker." You said handing him the brush tip marker. When he grabbed it he noticed all the little doodles on your hand.

He took the ten dollar bill and wrote down his number. "Uh— isn't that, illegal?" He chuckled. "I think everything I do is illegal.." he said handing you the dollar. "Call me!" He said smirking while walking out.

××× - ××× - ×××× ♡

'What did you get yourself into' you thought as he walked out. While Eddie walked to his van breathing out a breath he was hold in thinking to himself, 'i feel like I'm gonna hurl-'

[plainemmanem]

ugh pls cause ur so right

greasy steve is so grody and i just know I’d have the hots for him irl

euuuuu im imagining him absolute dragging some girl along who has a mindset of “I can fix him” and he can see it from a mile away. He lets her think she’s getting away with it, letting her fuss over his clothes and buy him different shampoos and conditioners and gets closer and closer to her until she finally lets him hit and BOOM her ass is ghosted

She thought she’d be different from all his other hoes 🤭 sorry girl

He’s 100% a pump and dump. His “walk of shame” after leaving a girls apartment is barely different from his “I woke up ten minutes ago” walk to Taco Bell for his morning baja blast because he’s always greasy and rumpled despite where he was or where he’s going.

He’s got major chin acne. That’s not even important I just like. Feel it in my Heart.

He’s such a perv too? Some girl at a party shows interest and if she’s wearing a skirt he’s unashamed in sticking a hand between her thighs and fingering her, no matter if they’ve made it to a private room. Multiple times (countless tbh) he’s fingered a girl in an open hallway, pressing kisses down her neck as she whined his name and pawed at his hand, squealing abt people seeing them

(He’s got a thing for it tho. Total exhibitionist and voyeur. Like 1000% gets off on being watched or watching others. His “my eyes only” on snap is entirely just him fucking other girls. It’s ridiculous.)

He’s the type of guy to have an apartment with a mattress on the floor, a ps4, a tv, and a plastic lounge chair. His fridge has ketchup, mustard, hot dogs, and beer. He has one plate and one fork. He is NASTY. But somehow manages to be the hottest guy around and gets so many girls all the time he’s irresistible because despite the GRIME he’s charismatic and flirty and sweeps ladies off their feet like a pro

And I want him 😐 I NEED him

did you even think about the effect this would have on me before sending it in. did you even CONSIDER it. kay i’m not sleeping tonight ig

the BAJA BLAST OH- i also see him having his morning cigarette and diet coke as he scrolls through tinder out on his little studio balcony in those fucking flannel pajama pants and a grey sleep shirt that hugs his biceps and no socks on.......

he can cook (barely) but he NEVER gets food for his apartment because he never has people over for dinner (he always goes out or when he brings girls home theyre not exactly staying for dinner) so he only gets like bread and butter and cheese for a grilled cheese or peanut butter and jelly or he always just gets takeout or pizza or something if hes not going out to a bar that night.

he is such a manipulator like the type to shower a girl in compliments and take her out on a date and schmooze her and then she'll stay the night at his place and then he'll pull the "oh shit, i'm so sorry, but i forgot i have a meeting this morning at work:( so im gonna have to kick you out :( ill call you though" and he'll completely ghost her for the next month until she gets the hint. someone will ask him the next day "oh how rebecca?" and he's like "who???" and theyre like "steve. the girl you brought back to your place last night????" and he has NO recollection of her . hes like "what was she wearing????" bc hes gross

i feel he has this one particular shitty ex from like high school that hes so toxic with like she will call him and fight with him on the phone over nothing or he'll get really drunk one night and call her and tell her how much he misses her and how he fucked up to bad breaking up with her and then she'll come over and theyll sleep together and in the morning he's such an asshole to her and they get into this huge blowup before having hate sex and he kicks her out.. just to call her again like week later when he's bored

he LOVES doing shit in public because hes crazy. like youll be at a mixer or something (and first of all, hes way too underdressed, but he still looks so hot like how) and he'll pull you over into a quite hallway and start mauling your neck and whispering little compliments to you and youre melting in his arms because is so .... hot... and then youre making out for a few minutes and his hand starts creeping his hand up your inner thigh and youre like "steve- wha-" and he just kisses you so hard to shut you up and hes sinking his fingers into you and whispering against your neck "hey hey relax you need this, itll be so quick" and youre just gripping onto him as he keeps moaning into your ear and fingering you in the OPEN HALLWAY and he makes you cum SO fast and then hes dragging you to the bathroom to fuck you properly with a hand clamped over your mouth and he doesnt even take his pants off all the way, theyre just around his ankles hngggggh

and he watches the GRIMIEST porn too and hes definitely had a threesome before and he LOVES telling the story to friends because hes an asshole and YET, AND YET, he still gets so much play because hes so hot and confident in the filthiest way possible. he quite literally goes home with a new girl every night. hes sick and hes twisted and i wanna put him in my mouth

[raewritesfiction]

Confessions [Bill Skarsgard as Roman Godfrey] - reupload-

A/N: some more Roman Godfrey! PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS. I've been putting this one off because of the content. Plot: Roman meets you in a graveyard but decides to take you inside the church for some fun. Pairing: Roman Godfrey X Reader. Warnings:  Religiously this could prove to be very insulting to some people. I'm not insensitive to beliefs and I genuinely apologize for my offending anyone with this.  There's gonnabe smut, there's gonnabe strong language and lots of it aimed at Religion.  If you believe any of this is going to cause you an issue, PLEASE do not read and just skip this one. 

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You had to have chosen a night with no moon to meet Roman in a graveyard, of all places he chose a graveyard and you had willingly accepted because you knew at some point you were gonna get laid tonight. Hopefully not in the graveyard.

As expected Roman is stood outside the church with a cigarette in his mouth; I wonder how long he’s been stood waiting and then note only one other butt on the floor as he discards the one he had been smoking to join it.

“Hey.” He nods and smirks at me. “You actually wearing anything under that coat?”

I raise my eyebrow “Yes…Sort of.” I shift my feet slightly and am glad it's dark enough that he can't see I'm blushing.  Truth is that under my ridiculously huge faux fur coat I'm in nothing but a slip dress and slinky panties.

He chuckles and takes hold of the leading edge where the broken zip once actually worked and pulls me against him. He’s at least six inches taller than me so I have to look up into his amazing eyes which focus on my slightly parted lips for only a moment before he dips his head and presses his against them; Roman’s tongue wastes no time pushing into my mouth and exploring while his hands snake around my waist and down onto my hips inside my coat. 

“Cold?” He mumbles after breaking the kiss.

I shrug a little “I guess… wanna warm me up?” Licking my lips slightly.

Roman smirks “Thought you’d never ask.” He leans down and nips my lower lip enough to bruise. “Follow me…” I smile and let him lead me inside the small church; it was mostly abandoned but still taken care of by the locals and used for special events.  Luckily there was nothing planned for a few weeks so there was no real danger of getting caught by anyone apart from the security on the grounds. Roman makes sure the door is shut before turning to face me and giving me a devilish smirk “It seems we’re alone. Just as well really.”

“Oh? What do you have planned, Mister?” I narrow my eyes at him playfully and let him push me backwards between the pews until we reach the pulpit behind which were stacks of organ music, choir books and Bibles scattered around. 

“Up here..” he motions behind me and I turn to see a bare Alter only covered with a large piece of red fabric.

“On the Alter?” I question, a little surprised. “Uh-Huh.” he pushes me backwards again and makes sure I don’t trip up the steps leading to the Chancel where the Alter is housed.

“Good job neither of us are religious, huh?” I giggle.

“Fuck religion…” he answers simply and pushes me against the Alter, planting his hands either side of me and pinning me to it. “...Fuck God, Fuck the Devil and most of all...I’m gonna fuck you…” he says the last part against my lips then gives a rough kiss as he lifts my dress to find im wearing the smallest pair of panties I own.  “Is there really any point in these?” he grips them and pulls instantly snapping the sides.

I squeak a little as the elastic snaps against my skin “Hey… I like those.”

“I’ll buy you more, in every colour there is… but for now? Open your mouth…”

I blink a little “Wh...I…” as I open my mouth to speak Roman pushes the small ball of fabric into the space. 

“Shh!” he holds a finger to his lips and then lifts me up onto the Alter, opening my legs by my knees and rubbing his fingers over me. “So wet already? You been thinking of me babygirl?”

Dropping my head back I moan around my panties; yes I had been thinking of him.  I’d been thinking of him and his cock since he had fucked me into submission a few weeks back.  I’d felt him for days after every time I moved and no matter what I had done, nothing had got me off like he had.

I moan louder and lean back on my hands when he eases his fingers into me - teasing me.  After a few moments I was panting and whining, my arms unable to hold me up anymore.  I lay back across the Alter and realise I’m exactly where he wants me and how he wants me; his fingers slow completely and I whine when he removes them from me - I’m soon crying out in pleasure when his cock fills me suddenly.

Roman gives me no time to adjust to him, just like last time, just how I like it.  His hands push up my dress over my breasts and then glide back down to grip my hips hard enough to bruise me.  He can mark me up as much as he likes.  I arch and rock my hips to his rough thrusts, my arms above my head and gripping the Alter as I groan around my panties.  Roman grunts and pants heavily, thrusting harder and snapping his hips deep into me; I was going to feel this for days as well.

I pant as best I could and move my heels to hook on the edge of the Alter; lifting and rocking my hips to him at the same time.  Roman moves and lifts my legs over his shoulders, leaning forward to fold me almost in half; I’ve never felt anyone this deep.  A hand plants on the Alter to my side while the other leaves a sharp sting across my face when he slaps me.  I groan and give up trying to move myself to Roman; letting him take over completely when he wraps his hands around my throat and tightens his grip.

“Who’s your God?” his voice is rough and low against me. I moan and look into his eyes doing the best I can to say “You are!” around the panties.

“That’s right… don’t forget it…” He growls and I can tell he’s still watching me after I drop my head back again; he knows what this does to me.  I whine and grip the Alter with my fingers; I can feel my body already starting to lose everything and I don’t give a fuck who hears me as I moan, groan and call out around the now sodden fabric in my mouth.  Roman pants against my skin and I can tell just how close he is too.  I tremble under him and will him to tighten his grip on the sides of my neck; he must know somehow because he does exactly that and just as my vision starts to go dark he releases his grip.  I see literal stars as the blood rushes to my head and I gasp in a deep breath; my body all but convulses as I cum hard around his cock, I feel my juices squirting out on each of his following thrusts and then he stills deep inside me - f it weren’t for the panties, I would be screaming his name.

I lay panting on the Alter under Roman; he slowly moves and leans up then gasps.

“Hmm?” I frown and lean up a little.

“Shh!!” he listens and holds up a finger, “Move!” he laughs and pulls out of me then helps me down off the Alter, dragging me after him to a confessional booth. In the rush to move I still have my panties in my mouth but Roman soon relieves me of them and stuffs them in his pocket. “Shh!” he reiterates and holds his finger to my lips.

I stay perfectly still as a flashlight sweeps around the Church.  Roman slowly sits and then motions for me to kneel in front of him which I happily do.  After a few minutes we hear footsteps leaving the Church and crunching away on the gravel.  He chuckles and looks down at me “What you waiting for?”

“Huh?” I frown.

“I haven’t cum… get to work… we ain’t leaving till I get my happy ending!” he gives a wink.  If anyone else said it I’d have punched them in the dick and ran off.  For Roman however…

“Forgive me, daddy… for I am about to sin.”  I push my hair back and tie it with the elastic around my wrist then drop my head and take him fully in my mouth.  He hadn’t had the pleasure of my mouth around his cock before so had no clue how well I could deep throat from almost any angle.  

Roman grips the small amount of seat either side of him and leans his head back against the booth. His breathing is rough and heavy, small whimpers escape occasionally but more often he moans and tries to roll his hips.  My hand goes to his balls and massages firmly while I suck hard along his cock, bobbing my head and swirling my tongue.  I keep my cheeks hollowed and don’t bother to wipe away any of the mess I’m making because I know there will be more very soon.  I can feel his balls twitching and tightening in my hand while his panting has become shallow and his hands are now gripping the sides of the small booth. I twist and bob my head, humming and groaning around his cock, scraping my teeth lightly until he groans louder.  I scrape them heavier and moan when he calls out briefly before covering his mouth to muffle his pleasure.  His balls twitch again and his breathing hitches; I feel him fill my mouth and throat then proceed to swallow around him.  I look up under my lashes at him as I make sure he’s cleaned up.

“Oh baby girl…” he moans and relaxes back. I smile and wipe the corners of my mouth, looking up at him. His face is flushed and there’s a small smirk on his lips while he calms his breathing, running a hand through his hair.

“We are gonna do a lot more sinning….” 

[onlyjaeyun]

We are getting to the good part, like that moment when you know some of what's gonna go down since you sent the ideas for it in. Like it's going down, everyone was asking for angst, and like it's on it's way.

Also guess who spent $250 on albums because they were buy 2 get 1 free; I have 4 Dark Blood, 4 Orange Blood, 2 &Team, and 2 Dreamcatcher album coming. I'm hoping I pull anyone but Jake for Dark Blood, since I already got the Jake version, and hopefully I don't get repeats in any of the other albums, but knowing my luck watch me get nothing but repeats.

Also enjoy some SB!Jay thoughts:

Jay values y/n's opinion so much, once official, he would ask her opinion before anyone else's, even his board of directors. Like someone would approach his company to work, and he'd explain it all to her and be all should we do it, and if she says yes but his board says no, he does it anyways, or if she says no but the board says yes, he doesn't do it.

He would purposely get meetings scheduled out of Korea often, that way he can take her on minivacations without having to explicitly say they are going on vacation, since he knows she'd say no. Instead he'd extend whatever hotel stay she made for them, and be all 'oh they messed up the reservations, I guess we need to stay a week longer than planned'.

He buys them matching items, but they aren't gaudy matching items, like his and her watches. He also absolutely buy her a locket that on the inside has his initials. He would also love buying her Cartier bracelets, he would also definitely carry around the screwdriver for it at all times, since I could just see him loving to help her take them off and put them back on.

I recall you mentioning Jay is a cigarette guy, if he smoked, he would absolutely quit cold turkey if y/n one day was just like 'I don't like the smell of cigarette smoke' or if she just asked him too. He would all of a sudden be like 'cigarettes? I don't smoke', while throwing all his packs away.

Y/n definitely makes a playlist of songs she likes and that she thinks Jay would like to play when they are in the car together, Jay knows absolutely none of them, but doesn't let her know that and instead just says she knows exactly what he likes, since he likes seeing how excited she got to share the playlist. He also definitely listens to the playlist when he's alone, so he can learn the songs a bit, so she doesn't catch on that he didn't know the songs.

After a long day at work, the two of them would unwind by cooking dinner and baking dessert together. Like I just imagine the softest kitchen scene ever. Like y/n resting her head on Jay's back while hugging him from behind as he does something like cut up the vegetables for the dish they are making. Jay definitely does the same, resting his head on her shoulder, arms around her waist, fingers finding their way under the hem of her shirt, watching as she perfectly frosts their cake. They would then enjoy dinner before relaxing on the sofa in each other's arms.

One of Jay's love languages is definitely gift giving. He is the type to constantly get and leave y/n little gifts, like he was buying coffee and saw these little trinkets and thought they would look nice on her desk, or like he was shopping for himself a new suit and saw this dress he thought would look nice on her.

Normal relationships get a drawer at the other's apartment or house, but instead Jay offers y/n a whole entire room, a whole damn closet, she however has only put a few items into it, almost everything else in that closet was bought by Jay for her. Like Jay would spoil her, buy all these luxury shoes and clothing items for her, despite the fact she's all I don't need any of this, he insist.

THE ANGST IS ON ITS WAAYYYYY 🤒 and honestly as heartbreaking as it will be im super excited ??? and im glad to know you guys are too 🤭🤭

also OMG AS YOU SHOULD???? that was a deal you couldn't have said no to like genuinely PLS TELL ME ALL YOJR PULLS THIS IS SO EXCITINGGGGG im so happy for you bb!!!!!🥺💞

and may i say that i love love love reading your thoughts and ideas and hcs like they just make me so happy 🥺 especially the little domestic ones like i just love how we all love jongyn and can indulge in them all so well 🥺

and that particular kitchen scene is SO gonna be included because i'd be an idiot to let rhag opportunity go and omg if i had the time and capacity i'd indulge in all of these bc they're so good and i love and appreciate you so much 🥺💞

[cranberrv]

⪩⪨ dating johnny cade headcanons

a/n : i hate this, i’m so sorry this took me all of 15 minutes but i needed to post something !!!!! maybe ill make a better version sometime, stay tuned <3 requests open btw (not proofread not proofread ignore any mistakes lovely)

- you’re his saviour

- you know the saying, ‘when you’re lost in the darkness, look for the light?’

- you’re his light

- if he’s having a bad day or his parents have kicked him out again, guess who he’s going to?

- not even to talk about it, just to be surrounded by this warmth that makes him forget about all his problems

- unlike dallas, he loves hugs and cuddling all. the. time.

- well, that’s a bit of an exaggeration. he hates cuddling in front of the gang. the gang will just tease him but his relationship with you is something he doesn’t wanna be teased about

- he doesn’t like big gestures

- he’s not the type to write you a poem (ponyboy cough cough) and he’s not the type to buy you cliche gifts like chocolate and flowers

- he does things that mean something, like a necklace with your favourite flower on it, a shirt of a band you two like listening to together

- one of his favourite pastimes is listening to music w you actually!

- i like to think johnny really likes music, like elvis and van morrison

- he’ll always buy new cassettes to listen to with you

- he wishes he could take you to concerts, but he’s too broke for that :(

- ugh i should probably move on but imagine spooning with johnny on your bed listening to music that’s adorable

- if he sees you laughing with a guy he doesn’t know or trust, he’ll feel a mix of jealous and insecure

- he doesn’t act on his jealousy, he just patiently waits until it’s his turn to talk to you

- if you bring up that he’s acting up, he’s not gonna talk about it, denying it

- “nah man idk what you mean, im fine”

- you guys argue occasionally, but only about things that really matter

- he doesn’t want you talking to socs, or you don’t want him to live with his parents anymore

- it’s a reasonable and patient conversation over an argument in his mind

- he has never made you cry and never will, or else he’ll cry

- sitting in the lot gazing up at the stars is his idea of a date. pointing out the moon and making a wish on the first star. smoking cigarettes and sitting back on the cheap fabric of some old thrown-out furniture

- him wrapping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you closer to him, the two of you falling asleep under the stars

- sometimes you’ll catch him just staring at you. not in a creepy or weird way, just admiring.

- noticing his shoulders relax when he’s in a poor mood but then suddenly you come around is your favourite feeling

- he makes you feel so special, like you’re worth a million bucks

- he practically worships the ground you walk on (and vice versa!)

- puppy love

- you two like each other soooo much and it’s so obvious

- sometimes he gets a little insecure around the gang or socs, not being all mushy (not like he usually is anyway)

- he’s usually more reserved, saving the cuddling and gifts for alone time

- anyway you two are in love probably and it’s really cute

- sorry lovely this was rly rushed :( ill post a better version soon 💋

[winderlylandchime]

He was on a roll today! He didn’t want to stop. Havent even started the ep and we are like 3 cigarettes in and 4 pills down. He had an audience of one (to his knowledge) to entertain and he delivered. But he was stressed. It started with him coming back inside and going ‘okay i think I’m ready.. i could be wrong tho’ honestly this is a mood ngl, ‘do you think Brian buys him alcohol..or does he have a fake id? Idk whats cuter. OH MY GOD HE IS DRUNK AND CARING ABOUT HIS EDUCATION! Why am i finding this cute?..my dream is for brian to tell justin he loves him. Seriously dude wtf has to happen for you to tell him’ I swear i deserve an award bc he says stuff that would usually get a reaction from me but i have to be normal about it and it is hard! ‘Oh god, how weird do you think had to be to film blow job scenes?..his hand still acts out! How is he gonna do in school? Oh Brian can’t get enough of him. SIR’ ‘..oh my god MIKE HAS THE SAME WAY OF DEALING WITH PROBLEMS THAT I DO..remember when i dyed it purple for that girl who said her favorite color is purple..and then she never talked to me again?*long pause* honestly i dont blame her that was a bit *waves his hands around* much.’ ‘..brian actually cares about Teds weird addiction enough to show up for an intervention? See! And he got him a job! There is potential here somewhere just let me uncover it!’ ‘Oh Justin is drawing again, dude it’s okay just take a deep breath, count to ten, shake your hand a little and do it again. That’s what my therapist told me to do…although i was 12 and it was bc i was scared to make friends…oh no his hand is gonna be a problem isn’t it?!’ He is now having a moment bc he feels bad for Mikey but he is conflicted with his feelings..’i need him to listen to Bri Bri and quit his job. Oh my god JUSTIN IS STILL HERE?! OH GOD THIS IS PAINFUL TO WATCH. So what if he lost control?! HE IS CLEARLY DISABLED TO SOME DEGREE! Would you kick a handicapped person out of school bc they can’t attend gym class?! Oh i hate this guy! How about you HELP him meet the requirements somehow?! You see he is talented and instead of HELPING him as a teacher, you are gonna spit on him bc he’s disabled?! OH FUCK THIS GUY! FUCK HIM ALL THE WAY TO HELL. I need a cigarette again. Pause this shit bc i am not okay’ he is currently outside pacing back and forth mumbling while smoking and i am learning so much about him bc of qaf, this is actually insane. ‘Okay turn it back on. I’ve calmed down now (cut to justin saying he is dropping out) I LIED I AM NOT CALMED DOWN WTF YOU DONT LET PEOPLE WIN WHEN THEY MAKE YOU FEEL BAD ABOUT DISABILITIES!..oh i love all of their reactions! But Brian is about to have a stroke if Justin doesn’t stop’ ‘WAIT THAT WAS LIKE WHEN BRIAN DID IT IN THE PILOT! okay that was cute! The way Bri Bri stares at him and then he dried his face. Fucking adorable, i almost forget that im mad that he dropped out..(and we are at the computer scene) OH MY FUCKING FUCK CRISPY JESUS HE GOT HIM THAT COMPUTER! THAT IS NOT NORMAL FUCK BUDDY BEHAVIOR BRIAN! Oh this fucker cares so deeply for him and everyone else but doesn’t want anyone to know. CMON JUSTIN STOP BEING A LITTLE BITCH AND TRY IT! Oh that’s messed up Justin, he isnt trying to fix you, UNLIKE THE TEACHER HE IS TRYING TO HELP YOU FIND WAYS TO DO YOU THING! Oh he looks like he just watched a puppy get hit (he now got sad at a fake scenario he just made up about the puppy)..OH HE DREW A PENIS NICE’ 1/2 of 2x05

Oh he drew a penis, nice. DEAD.

Anon you are so brave and strong for not telling him the things that you should not be telling him.

Your brother has gone straight (pun intended) queer theory to disability theory. He needs a full honorary degree. I love him.

[moongoddessmox]

ok, Man Candy M update for yall. long long long

last Wednesday I was sitting in my car on break, he came out and was screaming and yelling to his mom (who also works there) about some $400+ charge that came out of his account and he doesn't know what it is, ( I think his wife did it or something idk for sure)

like hes literally about to break down crying yall, I mean, it was fucking gut-wrenching hearing him lose control and be so fucking broken over it. he was so frustrated and upset and hopeless, and he then started to let everything flow and was talking about how he can never do anything for himself, that he cant even get a haircut because his wife wanted to get one, or that he cant even buy himself new clothes. and how his son stole the last of his cigarettes and weed and his wife took the sons side, and he said "no ones on my side" and that his daughter's birthday was the next day and now he cant even get her a present. he was just so fucking broken over it. dude i was about to cry in my car hearing his voice shake like that.

i understand the feeling, i know that frustration, i grew up in it, ive lived it. so. naturally, i wanted to help. because regardless of this little crush, i really do hold him to a high regard, like, hes been nothing but kind to me and i genuinely love working with him and i appreciate what he does because every little thing doesn't go unnoticed.

so i tell Dr. A, who was working the same area as us that night, that i'm going to disappear for a few minutes as soon as my paycheck clears and i need him to cover for me. i don't tell him what im doing, because i want to remain as anonymous as i can so no one is mad or embarrassed by what im gonna do.

paycheck hits, i rush off and get supplies, and take out some money and leave it on his windshield, its only 20 minutes before lunch so im praying that it stays there.

lunch time, we go outside, i wait to see his reaction and HOMIE DOESNT FUCKING SEE THE WHITE ASS ENVELOPE ON HIS CAR.......YALL HE FUCKING DROVE OFF...........im about to shit myself, im on the brink of a fucking heart attack thinking this shit really about to fly off and be GONE

so i have to break anonymity and tell his mother that i put something on his car and he NEEDS to check before its gone.

30 minutes later, he comes back, hes not acting like he just received a large sum of money. im freaking out even more. he doesnt say anything to me. i tell Dr. A, he says something to MCM and he says "no i didnt see anything, my mom told me but i didnt notice anything" but he didnt check so im like "oh my god, brb" and run to check his car. ITS NOT THERE. i come back inside, my heart has a few beats left before its gonna give the fuck out.

Dr. A tells me he told MCM that he NEEDS to find it otherwise he will be extremely upset. so MCM walks the path he took to leave, comes back it and IS HOLDING UP THE ENVELOPE THANK THE FUCKING LORD. it was still in the parking lot praise jesus.

yall, i made this man cry. he couldn't fucking believe it, he was like "you put this on my car? are you serious?" and he started to tear up, he told me he doesn't know ANYONE friends or family that would ever do anything like that at all. and he was crying, his face was all red, and he went on and on ALL NIGHT about how shocking it was and how grateful he is, and how he "didn't know people like that existed"

and im telling him all the reasons why i did it, how great hes been and how kind and how much i appreciate him and what he does (super platonically guys, i s2g i really dont give any reason for them to think i have a crush on him, im not actually a homewrecker) and its like the first time hes ever heard this kind of thing

and Dr. A was telling me he's proud of me and that its good that i told him WHY i did it so he can hear that. and im so glad he had that reaction because i was scared of overstepping but his voice yall, it was heartbreaking hearing him out there, i only wish i could've done double the amount but not on short notice like that.

so now we're all like best friends lmao and Dr. A told me that MCM's mom and wife both cried too, and MCM showed up with a haircut on Sunday as well so im glad he got to use some on himself!

and now we're planning to have a BBQ and get to actually hang out outside of work, and i exchanged numbers with Dr. A and tonight i'm gonna get MCM's number too because we want to have a group chat with the three of us lmao (to talk but also for emergencies because my battery has died twice and MCM jumped it for me and said he'll do it any time so)

so

today, we weren't in the same area but we took our breaks at the same time and talked outside and shit, and hes so awkward lmao hes like, ya know when youre on the phone and walk around aimlessly, thats how he acts when we talk, its like bashful but hes intently listening.

and when we walked back in together, no one was talking but he turned around and smiled at me, like for whAT HOMIE YOU CANT LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT I'LL PASS OUT.

oh and the other day i saw his bicep, his sleeve was rolled up a little and i saw his full arm and it was flexed bc he was carrying shit and yall, fuck me uppppppppppp, arms, hands, bellies, im gonna fucking scream

oh also he was helping me with cardboard and our arms touched, ughhhhhhh sdhfslkjfhsldhl

so yeah, im like, best friends with him now basically lmfao

[spicycowboyhole]

posting because the psychicatrist decided to get sick when im having a crisis?:

idk where to start tbh LLOOL but i think im NOT DOING WELL. like on the outside evertytthings fine like nothings changed at all but i think im going insane. i think ive just realized how i have like 0 emotional suppoport system and whenever someone says something genuinely nice about me it makes me feel emotional because like i had family visiting this past week and my mom and my cousins tarted talking about college and my mom was saying how i wasted money going to college. i said that i didnt feel like i wasted my money becasue i have a degree now and i could always go back and get my bachelors but she said "BUT WHAT ARE U DOING EITH IT" and it just pissed me off because i feel like shes negating my accomplishment.

what made me cry last night was when i was messaging this guy and he was telling me about how he had class in the morning and we started talking about college. i told him how i was thinking about going back to school in january and he said i should.

for some reason i feel like getting my degree in psych would be cringe or a waste of time/money because my friend told me everyone she knows who did thinks so, like its some useless art degree. but when i asked this guy if it was cringe he said "so cringe... imagine having ambitions" im fucking stupid and didnt notice the sarcasm and i said "might as well start playing bucket drums on the street ig" because idk i guess i imagine getting a degree in psych would be just as dumb as someone trying to make it in the music business by playing on the street or something. he said "everyone thats going to college has ambitions. So in that case we all need to go play street bongos" and that perspective completely exploded my brain and i started crying LMAO because i guess going to college is a risk no matter what and u just have to believe in urself or some gay shit. it made me think of a taz cameo where he told someone that "nobody is gonna support your journey no matter how much they love you until youve proved to them that your journey was worth supporting" and that made me sad kinda because like i said i dont think i really have any kind of support from family rn and i kinda just have myself but i have like 0 confidence and negative self esteem and my family just being dissapointed in me and saying negative stuff really doesnt help. so i guess the moral of the story is that i have to trust and believe in myself because no one else will! really sucks i think. yeah but i only just started talking to that guy like YESTERDAY and im sure he prob felt like what he told me was nothing but it really did impact me and pulled the last tiny string that was emotionally holding me together. i apologized for being cynical and i told him i appreciated his words because i was kinda responding in a joking way that might have come off as rude i think? the silly bandaid just isnt working so good no more.

but fr i think while my anxiety is a lot better i think my depression is getting worse just due to my circumstances. like can u believe i almost went to the movies with some stranger internet guy just because i didnt want to be with my family?? i think somethings making me more impulsive than usual. i was going to buy cigarettes today and the only reason i didnt was because my appointment got canceled.

some other things tho i kinda didnt like having my cousins come visit because i just feel so inferior to them. like they look better and are just doing kinda all the stuff i should be doing yk? makes me feel shitty AND i feel like my mom just kinda infantilizes me like my parents treat me like nemo and i just cant do some things for some reason. its just so frustrating like my parents make me upset and i just want to move far away from them but also like they dont encourage me to do stuff on my own and when i try theyre like how are you even gonna do that you cant do that you have a bad fin like HELLO HELP ME FIX MY FIN THEN? I WOULDNT HAVE A BAD FIN IF YOU DIDNT HELP PREVENT IT IN THE FIRST PLACE LOL BUT IT JUST SUCKS THAT I HAVE TO DO ALL THIS BY MYSELF

i just dont want to be living here in like 5 years. thats a goal huh? if i had been asked where i wanted to be in 5 yrs when i was in high school id be like idk but i somehow managed to grow a goal somehow just out of misery i guess. and the steps are so cleaar in my head but then the voices tell me i cant do it because im scared BUT thats the point of life or something right??

jesus chhrososttt in reality nothing is really changing irl but im having some sort of crisis rn

ive even been trying to talk to boys LOL ive just been wanting some kind of escape from my life,, some independence, i want MY OWN LIFE that my mommy doesnt know everything about. i want to go to the movies with someone im not related to.

ok these paragraphes are all fucked up and i would fix it but i dont wanna go through and reread them

[nb-microdosing-testosterone]

Few things:

Body odor: I smell different. I was somebody who, if i forgot to wear deodorant on accident, wouldn’t smell much different because i produced about no body order anyways. Now, my body odor is literally different than it was before. Like, it’s not just stronger, it’s a different smell.

Acne: Acne is in full swing, and I just got a facial yesterday. It’s all over, including chest, back, and stomach. I’m fighting tooth and nail over here. The  aesthetician recommended i amp up my BHA+AHA peel to three times a week starting today, and I’m going to get a chemical peel within this month. Fingers crossed; this acne will be KILLT cus shot three is in a couple days and i will peel my face off as many times as it takes. p( Ò ‸ Ó)q 

(I haven’t been smoking weed lately, but tbh i think im gonna if i can squeeze it into my schedule; my skin tends to get better when i’m smoking because i’m less stressed haha.)

Sent to the pain dimension: Along with the said facial, i also got a brazilian wax. Listen. I’ve gotten brazilians before, so i thought it was no big deal. Oh how wrong i was.

Idk why the increased sensitivity down there didn’t occur to me but. I. Listen. That shit hurted. Hurted like it never hurt before. I was sweating bro. I sweat THROUGH the paper on the massage table from sheer pain. It was disintegrating like toilet paper. I saw stars; the heavens. Ave maria. I was sent to the fuckin shadow realm. That shit made me crave a shot and a cigarette like a solider recovering from war. After the torment was over, the waxer slathered my coochie with aloe to “help with the irritation”. Thanks. 30 hours later I still feel like a freshly skinned raw chicken.

I thought i’d save money by buying the brazilian wax in a set of four. Now, i gots to see it through my boy. It can only get worse from here. Tune in next time for when they rip my dick off.

Passing: Also, I went to a party that day and this guy i was talking to bashfully asked me (after a very long pause trying to carefully choose his words) “are you a chick?” Lol! I was already pretty androgynous before I went on T, so T probably has nothing to do with it, but it’s nice to see that people can’t tell wether i’m assigned male or female at birth.

I noticed him staring when i walked in, not because he was gonna make a move on me; i think he was just trying to figure me out.

when this happens, usually i can feel if the person is being judgmental or a bigot, and this guy wasn’t at all. in fact it was kind of nice.

[artpopintodarkness]

I wanted attention but the trumper I was fighting on Facebook stopped responding so I downloaded Grindr and am trolling a guy pretending i don’t know what a gas station is