#mrs. sarah simons

[notsogoodangel]

They are on their way to adopt the internet

[parasocialpixlriffs]

DREAM DMED MRS SARAH SIMONS ABT TOMMYS BEHAVIOUR?? NAHHHH

[captaindowagerblog]

wild thought

i'm probably wrong

but have we considered that mr martin might not be the bad guy? maybe it's Janet? maybe she's actually not a nice person. maybe mr martin's truth of how he died (granted neither mentioned they died together-liars) is close to the truth?

[perriwinklesblog]

Our internet mums have met. Today is a joyous day!

[schoolspirits]

School Spirits is out now!!!

[the-raindeer-king]

Imagine Simon's mom doesn't die with Tommy and Beth. Maybe she was out of town, or at a friend's house, and Roba's men were sloppy and missed her. Anyway, so it's just Simon and her now, and because he blames himself for what happened, he's pulled away from her.

He pays her rent, even if he wanted her to live in a nicer apartment complex. And he visits during her birthday and Mother's Day, and sometimes just randomly stops by. But he never stays very long, and he doesn't tell her a lot about his new life. It's a very one sided relationship, but she tries to make the best of it.

And then you move in next door, during one of Simon's deployments. You feel bad for the sweet lady that lives next to you. She never seems to have much company, and you take it upon yourself to befriend her, spending more time in her apartment than your own.

You learn about her ex husband, her sons, the tragedy, and most importantly, you learn about Simon. And you hate him. Mrs. Riley (she insists you call her Sarah) is such a lovely woman, and it's clear how much she cares about her living son, how hard she's trying to keep their relationship alive.

It's the second Mother's Day after you move in when you finally meet Simon. Your relationship with your own mother is complicated, so you've opted to spend the day with Mrs. Riley. You'd gotten her a small present, and had planned to spend the day drinking wine and watching historical romance movies.

You're thoroughly shocked when you knock on her door, and a man answers. Six feet, built like a brick house, but under his scowl, you recognize Sarah's eyes.

“You must be Simon.”

His scowl deepens, but before he can say anything, Mama Riley is pushing past him, pulling you into her apartment to fuss over you.

She apologizes for not telling you sooner, but your plans will have to be rescheduled. Simon's back early, and she can't waste a precious second.

You're understanding. You've listened to her worried rants, given her space to cry over how things have turned out. You know she loves spending time with her son, even if the visits are short and he doesn't talk much.

Simon doesn't miss the way you glare at him. There's a fury in your eyes, even as you cheerily wish his mother a happy mother's day. For a moment, he wonders if you're a spy. But that thought is quickly diminished, when you verbally eviscerate him at the door.

You're quiet, not wanting to upset his mom, but your anger is clear. It may not be your business, but Mama Riley is your friend, and you adore the older woman. And you cannot stand by while he treats her like this. She loves her son so much, and he needs to step up and try harder.

As you're chewing him out, Simon's already head over heels, planning your wedding as the seconds tick by.

(A/N: You can read this as a stand alone piece, but I did write 3 more drabbles (four in total!) for this! They're all on my blog under the tag mama riley au. Thank you for reading!)

[fandom]

Books

Huge congrats to The Iliad. It's only taken 3,000 years. This list is brought to you by Tor Publishing Group, which you're probably familiar with, given what tops the list this year.

The Locked Tomb series +3 by Tamsyn Muir

The Percy Jackson & the Olympians series -1 by Rick Riordan

The Harry Potter series by J.K. Rowling

The Six of Crows duology +3 by Leigh Bardugo

Dracula -3 by Bram Stoker

The Warrior Cats series -1 by Erin Hunter

A Song of Ice and Fire -1 by George R. R. Martin

The All for the Game series by Nora Sakavic

The Discworld series +7 by Terry Pratchett

A Court of Thorns and Roses series +3 by Sarah J. Maas

The Silmarillion -1 by J. R. R. Tolkien

Pride And Prejudice -3 by Jane Austen

Frankenstein by Mary Shelley

The Raven Cycle series +3 by Maggie Stiefvater

The Sun and the Star by Rick Riordan & Mark Oshiro

The Vampire Chronicles by Anne Rice

Wings Of Fire +9 by Tui T. Sutherland

The Secret History -7 by Donna Tartt

The Trials of Apollo series -4 by Rick Riordan

The Iliad +10 by Homer

The Odyssey +24 by Homer

The Folk in the Air series -8 by Holly Black

The Animorphs series +5 by K. A. Applegate

The Stormlight Archive +8 by Brandon Sanderson

Diary of a Wimpy Kid by Jeff Kinney

Moby Dick +24 by Herman Melville

1984 +6 by George Orwell

Fables by Bill Willingham

The Diaries of Franz Kafka by Franz Kafka

The Song of Achilles -10 by Madeline Miller

The Last Hours series by Cassandra Clare

The Simon Snow series -10 by Rainbow Rowell

The Throne of Glass series +13 by Sarah J. Maas

Nimona by ND Stevenson

Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard +6 by Rick Riordan

The Bell Jar -15 by Sylvia Plath

The Dreamer trilogy +6 by Maggie Stiefvater

The Shadowhunter Chronicles -15 by Cassandra Clare

The Mistborn series by Brandon Sanderson

This Is How You Lose the Time War by Amal El-Mohtar & Max Gladstone

Captive Prince -1 by C. S. Pacat

The Twilight Saga -7 by Stephanie Meyer

The Sandman by Neil Gaiman

The Deltora Quest series by Jennifer Rowe

Romeo and Juliet -8 by William Shakespeare

The Far Side by Gary Larson

Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde +2 by Robert Lewis Stevenson

Calvin and Hobbes by Bill Watterson

The Picture of Dorian Gray -31 by Oscar Wilde

Good Omens by Terry Pratchett & Neil Gaiman

The number in italics indicates how many spots a title moved up or down from the previous year. Bolded titles weren’t on the list last year.

[guttednights]

your bar.

You've worked in the same bar for the past 3 years. It's fairly common for military men to come in and get drinks together. It's always soap, gaz, price, and the one in a mask.

One night you finally speak to the guy in the skull mask. "your name is?" as he looks at you, his cold eyes lighten.

"ghost," he said gruffly when soap elbowed him, he shot soap a glare and sighed making eye contact with you. "Simon. simon Riley." he gruffs.

you can't help but smile. "well then Simon Riley. want your usual?"

"Please," he says coldly

you and your friend spent the rest of the night talking about simon. "god i dont know what it is about him but." "jeez.."

"oh ew! shut up" your friend replies walking to the other side of the bar

you giggle "ah cmon, its not as nasty as you and your thing for that old one.

she giggles. "price is hot because hes a gentle man. simon just looks like he could hurt anyone."

"thats what i like" "feels like hed go to jail for me"

She rolls her eyes "okay mrs delusional."

the next few days some tension between you and simon grew. he cant keep his eyes off you. your literal eyecandy to him. and you notice.

"sarah he keeps staring" you say entering the back to "refill something"

she squeals. "girl hes so into you!"

you roll your eyes, "oh whatever."

Later that night soap walks up to the bar,

"hey y/n, you know my big friend Simon? ya he wants ye number"

your heart practically stops beating. "uh.. yeah sure here" You quickly write it on a napkin and hand it to him. you watch as soap runs away like a schoolgirl giggling to Simon as he hands it to him.

the whole rest of the night you were shocked. The big huffy man you think is hot wanted your number?

around 2 am you jolt awake as your phone buzzes. you grab your phone, its him.

"hey gorgeous its simon, or "big masked man"

"Hi simon" god you cant believe this is happening is this real?

"you should be asleep. what you doing up?"

ur heart flutters, (GOING FERAL LIKE YES PLS BOSS ME AROUND) "couldnt sleep"

"any reason why?"

(yes Simon ur the reason why) "nope no praticular reason why, just one of those nights."

"alright. want to get coffee tomorrow?"

"coffee?!" you think to yourself "Omg it's happening.."

"id love to get coffee"

"great. ill see you at happy cafs tomorrow at 9 am."

"see you there"

your freaking out literally, the man of your literal dreams is asking to go out on a coffee date?! Is it a date..?

"is this considered a date?" you text him a few minutes later

"yes, sweetheart. it's considered a date lol"

you throw your phone across the room screaming and kicking your feet. you can't sleep the rest of the night. too busy thinking about what to wear. finally at 6 am you give up and hit the shower, then walk to your closet. "god do I wear a dress? jeans hoodie?" finally you decide on a long-sleeved black dress, perfect for winter. you straighten your hair, do your makeup, and hype yourself up.

8:55 and you're a minute away from the cafe when u see him pull up. your heart drops. you're so excited yet so nervous, u practically black out until you bump into him.

"op, watch out there" he chuckles, "looking at your feet while you walk sweetheart or?"

you chuckle, "Sorry lost in my thoughts." sweetheart?! You can't help but blush as he puts his hand on the lower part of your back and directs you inside. you both sit down at a booth and a waitress comes over. you both order and wait.

you can't help but stare at him, even tho you haven't seen his face his eyes just capture you.

"I'm not gonna lie, sweetheart,. I can't keep my eyes off you at the bar,"

"might as well claim ye before you are no longer available" he smirks as you blush and look away

you spend the next 3 hours just talking getting to know him. And before you know it, (in a few weeks of course) you are dating, officially his. the man of your dreams is officially yours.

side notes: i dont know if i like this tbh. it feels really long and i almost lost what else to say. if u want a part 2 (MAYBE SMUTTY VERS. i can do it lmk!!!)

[peachesofteal]

School pick-up

Sassy series - takes place between chapter 2 and 3 of Alone but can be read as standalone. Simon Riley/female reader - soft dad Simon Riley

You’re late. Not for Theo, who doesn’t get out for another ten minutes, but for your spot, the one grainy square of concrete that you always stand in, day after day, on the sidewalk in front of the school. It’s where you always wait, ensuring you keep the routine exactly as it’s always been, a pathetic attempt at ensuring your son has some consistency in his life, even if it is a fleeting and feeble attempt. 

You’re so pressed about being a few minutes behind schedule that at first, you startle when you spot your husband standing by the fence, hands tucked into the front pocket of his jeans, black civilian mask covering the bottom half of his face. 

You step back around the curb before he sees you, heart thundering in your ears, mind wildly confused. What day is it? Did I get the wrong date? Why is he here? You usually pick up on Tuesdays… what’s going-

Oh. It’s Wednesday. And on Wednesdays, Simon picks up, unless he’s working. 

“Hey Mr. Riley!” A sing-song voice spits out, and you frown, leaning over just a tad to spot a tall blonde casually sidling up to Simon, her shiny Rapunzel-like locks spilling down her back like some golden spun thread. Your stomach sours when you recognize her as one of Theo’s classmate’s mom, the one who always volunteers for field trips and bake sales and PTA bullshit, the one who hosts perfectly themed birthday parties and wears perfectly pressed clothing. Perfect. Her hair, her skin, her nails, her teeth, her clothes. Everything about her was pristine, gorgeous, clean. She’s not like you, not weak like you, not pathetic or dirty or- 

“Hi Sarah.” Simon answers her, and the blood in your veins turns to ice. Sarah? He knows her name? He knows her? 

“We’ve missed you at pick up these last few weeks.” She croons, and takes a half step closer, the movement something Simon casually watches from the corner of his eye. She reaches for his forearm playfully, and he shifts just so that her fingertips only graze his skin before pulling away. Rage colors your vision and your nails press to your palms as you clench your fists tight. “I’ve been meaning to ask; we should get the boys together for a play date.” Your stomach tries to come up through your throat while you hold your breath, every muscle in your body tense with fire as you watch this blonde heathen step closer and closer to your husband. Simon nods and says something you can’t quite hear. 

Sarah laughs. She giggles like whatever was said, is the funniest thing she’s ever heard. You watch the sun reflect off her shiny strands of hair while she lowers her sunglasses past the bridge of her nose, looking up through her lashes at Simon, coy smile on her lips. He glances at her, like he’s cataloguing her reaction, and then he does a sweep of the sidewalk and the road, the trail of his vision eventually his leading his eyes to land on… you. 

Fuck. White hot embarrassment heats your skin, licking up your spine as you give him a grimace. You wanted to separate. He’s free to do as he wants, isn’t he? He tilts his head in your direction and you fight the hiss that nearly leaves your mouth, instead choosing to step out from behind the corner and make yourself known. 

“Oh, hey Mrs. Riley.” Her face twists like she’s eaten something sour and the warm feeling of satisfaction oozes around your heart, your eyes never leaving hers. 

“Hey Sarah, how are you?” You exchange pleasantries, keeping your hands at your side just in case. You’re not sure how well it would be received if you scratched her eyes out. When she bids her goodbyes, her eyes linger longer on Simon, and you can’t help but clear your throat. 

“Sass?” He questions while you watch her get farther away, hair flouncing against her back. 

“I uh, got the days mixed up. Sorry.” 

“It’s alright. ‘m sure Theo wouldn’t mind walking home with both of us.” His eyes crinkle at the corners, like he’s smiling, just a bit smug behind the mask and you give him a halfhearted scowl. Caught red handed. 

The bell rings, and Theo comes skipping down the front steps, face wild with happiness when he sees the two of you, standing side by side waiting for him. 

“Mum! Daddy!” He sprints towards the two of you, Simon bending at the waist to scoop him up and half toss him in the air, little shrieks of excitement echoing through the air above the general chatter of the other parents and their kids. 

“Hi baby.” You say, and Theo huffs when Simon puts him down. 

“Not a baby mum.” Simon chuckles, and holds his hand out for Theo, who takes it quickly, his little legs working to keep pace beside the two of you. 

“You’re not a baby, that’s right. I’m sorry.” Theo nods, and then pauses, body slouching like he’s exhausted before beaming up at Simon. 

“Daddy, carry me?” Simon sighs with fake exasperation. 

“Thought you weren’t a baby, eh?” He teases before pulling Theo from the ground, shifting him around so he’s sitting on Simon’s shoulders. He sighs happily from his perch, and your heart swells, watching them together. It’s so right, feels so good, to just be here, walking home with them, like nothing is wrong in the world or your head. You slow to a halt, just watching, memorizing the two of them together until Simon realizes you’re not beside him and turns with a furrowed brow. 

“Hey, you coming?” He cocks his head, hand half extended towards you, and Theo cranes his neck to see where you’ve gone. 

“Yeah mum! Hurry up!” They’re both waiting for you, watching you with faces full of love. 

Your boys. 

"Yeah, sorry. I'm coming."

[justmeinadaze]

I Have Nothing (If I Don't Have You) Part 8 (Steddie X You)

A/N: I was feeling some type of why and I think you'll figure it out as you read <3.

Warnings: Soft Dom Bodyguard Steddie/ Sub Singer Fem Reader, SMUT, spanking, choking, degrading (slightly), rough

ANGST: Dark Themes of addiction, overdosing, and relapse, mentions of domestic abuse with a previous partner, Y/N talks about her guilt when it comes to boys and how numb she feels over everything happening around her. Mentions of a parent in hospital, mother snaps at her and reader wonders why she's "not enough". Guys briefly talk about how her overdose affected them.

Word Count: 4116

Series here

Buy Me A Coffee☕ 

“Y/N, honey. You have to get back out there.”

It had been three months since your overdose and you were not doing well. The paparazzi and people on social media perceived you that way but inside you were fucking dying. Since you weren’t doing interviews, the stations were trying to get anyone they could in front of a camera. 

Simon’s mom cried, blaming you for his downfall while his sister insisted it should be you in the ground. Your previous agent made a statement expressing exhaustion at your behavior which is why HE let YOU go. People you thought were your friends like Allie talked about your vices and previous party lifestyle like it was something you used to enjoy. 

These people didn’t know you. 

They didn’t know what you were or had experienced. 

Sarah didn’t either but your new agent did genuinely care about your wellbeing. 

“Maybe, we can schedule like a controlled one on one with an interviewer you trust. You can answer some of those baseline questions and get your side out there.”

“What side, Sarah? Simon’s dead, I’m a diva and a delinquent. These are all facts.”

“No, Y/N, they aren’t. I know you and I know you’re not like that. You’re a good person and—”

Sighing, you get up and head towards the window, glaring through it into your many past memories. You were pushing everyone away including the two men who cared about you the most. You meant what you said when you told them you loved them which meant, to you, that you needed to protect them from the drama that was you. 

As their soft eyes followed you, you continued to ignore them as your agent heavily exhaled. 

“Ok. Ok. I understand. I’m not going to push you but as your old publicist I think we should at least release a small statement of some kind. Just text me what you want to say and—”

“’Fuck everyone. I am what you think I am.’”

Everyone in the room exchanges a glance before Sarah rises to her feet. After patting Steve’s shoulder, Eddie rises to walk her out, flashing her a reassuring smile before closing door. 

“How long are we going to do this, Y/N?”, the pretty boy asks as you continue to face away from him. “How long are you going to wallow in your self-pity?”

Your phone rings and you ignore it. You’ve been ignoring your phone in general which made them even more nervous. One of them always slept over while the other went home to change and grab some essentials. Even though you had the spare room they insisted on sleeping on the couch just in case. You didn’t sneak out nor did you want to. Your need for booze and drugs left when the numbness took over. 

“Miss Y/L/N phone. Security Mr. Munson speaking.”, he growled as he glared your way. Demeanor abruptly changing, he responded with a couple more uh huhs before glancing at the phone as it hung up. “Um, Y/N, that was your mom. Your dad… your dad is in the hospital. She said she just wanted you to know and then hung up on me.”

In your reflection within the window, they could see your eyes begin to water as you hugged your arms around your body. Since everything happened, they never once came to visit you nor did they try to call. This is the first time you were hearing from them and even from what Eddie told you, it sounded like they didn’t want you there. 

Anger suddenly clouds your mind as you stomp towards your bedroom and pull down your suitcase, throwing things inside of it haphazardly. 

“Would you like us to see when the next flight is available?”

“That’s not your job, Mr. Harrington. I have an assistant for that.”

“Yeah but we’ll be going with you so it’s not a problem.”

“No, you’re not.”

Chuckling sarcastically under his breath, Steve stepped forward till you felt his stomach against your side. 

“As your security, Miss Y/L/N, it is our job to keep you safe. That being said, we are going with you whether you like it or not but we will not interfere.”

“I can handle my family.”

“We know you can. You can handle them and we’ll handle everything else.”

“I said…no.”

“Fire us then.”, Eddie replied taking his place beside his friend. “Because that’s the only way we won’t go with you to protect you. Like Steve said, this is our job.”

Huffing, you zip up your bag and turn to head towards your phone to book the flight but instead bump into the man’s strong, broad chest.

“You two are no longer mine. I don’t need you to look out for me.”

“I didn’t hear the words ‘You’re fired’. Did you, Ed?”

“No, Harrington, I didn’t. That did sound like a breakup to me though. Which is fine. I guess we don’t deserve input into that conversation. Fuck us, right, sweetheart?”

Without saying another word, you walk away and allow them to take control.

***

When you make it to the hospital in your hometown, you pause just outside the room door with both men right behind.

“You have to open the door, ma’am.”, Steve instructed in a flat tone that pierced your heart.

They had been incredibly formal the entire plane ride, dressing up in suits, calling you things like “ma’am”, and not talking to you at all unless it was regarding anything job related. What you didn’t realize was it was taking all their energy to keep it together when all they wanted to do was scream. They loved you so much and once again they were being cast aside. 

They blamed themselves for crossing that emotional line with a client and Eddie finally made the choice that they should go back to the “proper etiquette”. 

“I haven’t seen them in ten years.”, you whisper.

They wanted to comfort you and tell you everything would be ok. That no matter what they were here for you but it seemed to them that is no longer what you wanted so they honored that by remaining silent. Clenching your jaw, you pushed open the barrier and sauntered through.

“We’ll be right here when you’re ready to leave, Miss Y/L/N.” 

After placing themselves on either side of the door inside the room, you stepped in further finding your father half-awake in a hospital bed with your mother holding his hand.

“Y/N? H-Hey, honey, what are you doing here? We told your assistant you didn’t have to come.”

“Eddie’s my security, mama, and I know but I just wanted to make sure dad was alright.”

“He’s doing fine. Just a little heart attack, no worries.” Your eyes widen at her words as she sighs. “I imagine the constant phone calls from your agent and the tv people didn’t help.”

“Hm. Maybe because something important happened to your daughter where I ended up in the hospital to.”

“Y/N, please. Not everything is about you. See this is why we didn’t want you here.”

Eddie’s posture stiffened as he forced himself to stay where he was and not drag you away from this toxicity. Sarah was right; this was the last thing you needed.

“This is why? Really? What about all the other times, huh? All the other times I got sick or offered to fly you down to come see me? Or the times I said I could fly to see you two and you told me no. What was the reason then?!”

“We are not having this discussion right now!”

“When then, mama!? When will I finally be enough for you!?” As she continued to ignore you, you began to sob. “Please! TALK TO ME!”

“Y/N…”, your father sighed weakly. “N-Now is not the time. Go…Go back to Hollywood and just…just go…”

Numbly, you nod as you turn around and push past the guys to hurry towards the elevator. 

***

As soon as you enter the hotel, you run to the kitchen and grab the wine bottle the concierge had given you as a gift but as soon as you try to open it, it’s yanked from your grasp. Steve pops open the top and you watch as he chugs some of it back before handing some to Eddie who does the same.

“I thought it wasn’t part of your job to keep me sober.”

“Your right it’s not but Sarah gave us specific instructions to keep an eye on you and since she’s been nothing but kind to us we don’t mind doing a little extra.”, the metalhead sasses as he tries to pour the rest of the bottle down the sink.

Shoving his chest, you try to grab the alcohol from his hand but he just holds it higher out of your grasp.

“Fuck you! You’re fired! Both of you!”

“Oh good. You can drink yourself to death, continue to spiral, and we don’t have to fucking watch!”

“GET OUT!”

“No problem, honey. We’ll leave as soon as we get back home.”

“I said NOW, Steven!”

“No, little girl. You don’t tell me what to fucking do. I was hired to protect you so that’s what we’re going to do until we get your spoiled, stubborn ass back home!”

When your hand flew, you immediately regretted the action especially when Steve’s head reared back around and his angry eyes locked with yours. The energy in the air was thick with a heaviness of frustration and pain but the need was stronger. 

That’s why you didn’t fight back when his large palm hooked around the back of your neck and crashed your lips to his. You didn’t realize how much you missed the taste of them as his tongue invaded your mouth and you grabbed fistfuls of his shirt to pull him as close to you as you could. 

“You wanna play rough, little girl.”, he panted. “We can play rough.”

As he lifted you into his arms, your legs wrapped around his waist and he carried you to your hotel bed, tossing you onto the mattress. Quickly collecting yourself, you balanced up on your knees and shoved his chest hard. Steve barely moved at the action, lightly shoving you flat onto your back and pinning you down with one hand as he utilized his other to free his cock from its confinement. 

When he pressed the tip to your mouth, you remained still as you pressed your lips together. Tilting his head in amusement, he smirked at you as you squeaked at the feeling of your pants and panties being dragged down legs. A ringed palm spanked you hard and when you winced your mouth opened enough for Steve to slide his length down your throat. 

“Shit. That’s it. Take it like we’ve taken all your bullshit these past few months.” Eddie spanked you again as you groaned around his friend making him mewl as he threaded his fingers tightly in your hair, holding you still as he subtly thrust his hips. “Y-You want us gone, honey? Don’t worry. As soon as we get home, we’ll leave you be and you’ll never fucking hear from us again.”

The metalhead’s tongue clouded your senses as he flicked and sucked rapidly at your clit. Your hands flew up pet his head but he promptly grabbed your wrists and held them down. 

Allowing you some air, Steve backed away and listened as you whined while Eddie built you up. Climbing up your frame, he slid his fingers inside of you, pumping them at a brutal speed that turned you into a sobbing mess as both their faces hovered over yours. 

“You definitely taught us a lesson, sweetheart. Don’t worry. All of this was our fault. We never should have crossed this line… Being there for you, taking care of you, LOVING you… We’re so fucking stupid.”

Your eyes roll back as you cum and they didn’t even allow you a moment to breathe as they manhandled you onto your hands and knees. Spanking you again, you moaned at the feeling of Steve spitting into your cunt before guiding himself roughly into your core. He overwhelmed you immediately, his thick, large cock stretching your walls at an animalistic pace they had never used with you before. 

“Steve…”, you mewled as your head hung. Falling onto your back, his hand took hold of your chin as he rolled his hips and growled in your ear. 

“Does my dick feel good, Y/N? Yeah, I bet it does. Is this what you wanted? Us to fuck you like we fucking hate you. Mmph… because you hate us don’t you? DON’T… YOU…?”

“Yes!”, you whine through gritted teeth. “Yes, I fucking h-hate you!”

“What do you hate most, little girl? The fact that we were genuine and made you happy?”, Eddie asked gripping a handful of your hair as he stroked his cock in front of your face. “The fact that we treated you with fucking respect even though you always gave us attitude? Or was it the fact that we have never loved anyone as much as we love you? So much so that we were willing to ruin our careers to be with you.”

Steve’s breathing warmed your shoulder as his mouth fell open and he thrust into your harder. 

“We have feelings too, Y/N. I think you forget that. Together and individually, we’ve had many women break our hearts but congratulations, baby, you now take the cake.”

Your body trembled as you came and chanted his name as they let you go with him shoving your face into the mattress chasing his high till he released his seed inside of you. 

Eddie grabbed your waist, flipping you on to your back, placing himself between your legs, and pushing his cock into your entrance. His palm wrapped around your throat and you moaned at the feeling as he slammed his lower half roughly into yours. 

“Munson’s last girlfriend used him for sex and favors. She always wanted backstage passes to see and meet the other bands. With mine I found her cheating on me in our bed when I came home from a tour cut short. She didn’t even apologize or do anything to keep me around… Just kept fucking him as I threw some shit into a bag and left.”

“Aw, Harrington, look at—fuck—look at little girl crying. Does it feel that good? Good because this is the last time you’re ever going to feel us inside you so I hope you enjoy it.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I bet you are. Can’t say I’m not going to miss this tight little pussy.”, he answered in a tone you knew was fake. He was trying to sound authoritative but he was hurting. They both were…

“Do you know why you’re the worst?” When you shake your head, the long-haired boy slows, pulling his cock back to the tip before pounding it back into you over and over having you see stars. “Because you actually made us believe you were going to be different. That if we let go ourselves and took the risk, you’d do the same.”

“I’m so sorry, Eddie. You—mmm—deserve better.” His rhythm faltered as his concerned eyes scanned your face. “That’s why I’m letting you go.”

“Why?” When you didn’t respond, he laid flat against you with his lips to your ear. “Tell me why, Y/N.”

“Because I love you. I love you both.”

As he pumps into you at a faster pace, your nails ran along his shoulders and down his back pushing him as close to you as you could get him. 

“Louder.”

“I-I-I love—”

“Louder.”

“Ah! I love you, Eddie! I love you, Steve!” You cling to him as you cum and he grunts against your skin as he does the same. “I love you. I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t want to be the reason for you to not be happy. I don’t want you to lose everything because of me. I—” 

Nicotine flavored lips cut you off as they softly kissed your own, silencing you as he gradually pulled out of your sore sex.

“Why am I not enough?”, you whisper. 

Steve lifts you into his arms and carries you to the bathroom, waiting as Eddie fills the tub with warm water. You allow them to clean you and take care of anything you needed with no words exchanged between you. As you wait for them to take you out however the metalhead is the first to speak. 

“You are enough. More than… we’ve told you that before but you still don’t believe it. You’ll never be enough, ma’am, until you realize that you are.”

Your bottom lips quivers as you listen to him speak. 

“Ma’am…”

“Yeah…ma’am. Until we get home that is.”

“You don’t have to…I mean you’re welcome to stay on…I was just…angry…”

“Maybe it would be best for everyone if we did leave.”

“Steve, please.”, you plead. “I am so sorry.”

His jaw tightens as he nods, pushing himself off the counter he was sitting on and heading back towards his bedroom. Hurling your body out of the bath, you practically ran to him as you wrapped your arms around his waist.

“I’ve done a lot of fucked up shit in my life especially after I started drinking and doing drugs. I’ve insulted people who were nothing but kind and been arrested for so many different things. I lost so many people I thought had my best interest in mind. None of that will ever compare to what I did to you two and not just within these last three months. I know I scared you when I overdosed.”

Steve breathily chuckled as pulled out of your grasp and turned to face you. 

“Scared us? No, Y/N, you TERRIFED us. We spent hours, fucking hours, looking for you and worried about who you might be with or what you were doing. I know everyone in your circle only cares about themselves but let me tell you what it was like for someone who actually gives a damn! Y/N, Simon was NOT a good man. He hurt you constantly not just emotionally but physically. He put his hands on you. I’m sorry that motherfucker is dead, I really am, but I can’t say I’m not glad he can never hurt you again.”

“Y/N, he knew you were sober but brought drugs over anyway.”, Eddie added. “Drugs you almost died taking. I don’t think you have any idea how much it destroyed me seeing you on the floor like that. Not just because I love you but I kept thinking, ‘Please God don’t let THIS be how she leaves the world.’”

His words hit your hard but not as hard as Steve’s next sentence. 

“I was—am—so fucking angry with you because it seems like…we’re not enough for you.”

Sobbing, you cling to him again, pressing your face into his bare chest as you break. After what feels like an eternity, his arms slowly rise as his fingers thread through your hair to hold you closer. Eddie does the same from behind, kissing your shoulder before resting his head against your skin. 

“Please don’t leave. Not yet. If you insist on going I’ll understand but wait till you find something first. Please.”

After they nod, both men guide you back to your bed and lay with you till you fall asleep tangled in their embrace.

##################

“I’m here with Y/N Y/L/N about three months after her overdose and I must say you look so healthy.”, the interviewer coos in a lighthearted tone. 

“Thank you. Physically I may be but I’m still struggling with a lot mentally and emotionally.”, you respond as you cross your legs in the chair you were in. 

Eddie and Steve were off to the side with Sarah, everyone keeping their eyes peeled as they take everything in. When you told your agent you were ready for a tv appearance, she found the easiest going person to take your exclusive but energies and allegiances could switch at any moment; she needed to be prepared. 

“I can imagine. What can you tell us about everything that you feel comfortable sharing?”

“Um, I did stumble a bit and relapsed but I did go to a 30-day rehab clinic. I’ve been trying to keep healthy relationships surrounding me but more than anything I’m learning how to be honest about what I’m feeling and my experiences.”

“That’s really good. Have you spoken with or made any kind of amends towards the Gates family?”

Sarah huffs as she begins to step forward, pausing only when you begin to speak. 

“I haven’t but I have heard what they have to say. I completely understand why they feel the way they do and I wish we could have gotten clean together. The truth of the matter is he never wanted to.”

“What about your friends and previous manager who say you were always the instigator struggling to—”

“That’s the key word here isn’t it? ‘Struggling.’ I struggled for years against an agent who only saw me as dollar signs and not a human being. He constantly pushed me past boundaries till I broke and even then he wanted more. I struggled with friends who only spent time with me to get free trips and VIP passes to anything while willingly providing me with drugs I should have avoided. I watched these people struggle as well offering to help financially anyway I can and in turn they sell me out for an exclusive.”

“I struggled with parents who never supported me and always see me as a nuisance. I haven’t seen them in so long but yet they still find ways to remind me I never became what they wanted. I struggled with Simon…hurting me constantly; calling me a whore and leaving bruises on me I’d find the next morning as I struggled to hide them. I struggled with my own self-image and always trying to understand why I was never enough. Why people only seemed to care about me when I had something offer…”

“I think the hardest thing I struggle with is how I don’t believe when people genuinely DO care that it’s real. My new agent and my security team are the only people I’ve felt safe with and yet I hurt them by pushing them away or ignoring them. I’m either afraid they’ll turn out like everyone else and hurt me or I’ll become the toxic monster everyone thinks I am and drag them down with me.”

“That being said, I’m, um, taking some more time to work on myself and continue to heal. When I come home, I’m going to finish my album, and focus more on the things I love.”

With that, you got up and walked out of the room ending the interview yourself. The sound of feet scurrying after you fill the hallway as your team chases after you.

“Y/N! Y/N, honey, that was amazing. You sounded confident and sincere and—” In the middle of Sarah’s sentence, you hugged your arms around her as she smiled and did the same. “I do love you, ya know?”

“I know. I love you to.”

You both giggle as she wipes her eyes careful not to smear her make up. 

“So you’re going out of town?”

“I’d like to go to Indiana. There are some people there I’d like to meet and learn more about.” When your eyes find theirs, you see many different emotions cycle through before landing on one you hope is good.

“Ok, just keep me updated and I’ll see you when you get back. I’m so proud of you.”

As soon as she leaves, you turn your body to face theirs. 

“If that’s ok…you’ve done so much for me and dug into my history to help me heal. I want to learn more about you…” As their beautiful irises continue to scan you over, you find yourself getting nervous as you began to fidget in place. “I mean, I should have asked but we don’t have to go if you don’t want to. I just—”

Fingers reach out to grip your jaw, pulling you forward as a set of lips firmly land on your own. 

“We can bring you home.”, Steve murmurs as his thumb caresses your cheek. 

After giving you a soft smile, he steps back allowing Eddie to tenderly kiss your lips as well. 

“I’m so sorry. I love you so much.”

“We know, sweetheart. We know. We love you to.”

##############

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[ofallingstar]

List of books I read in 2023

Charlotte's Web by E.B. White

Slouching Towards Bethlehem by Joan Didion

The Maidens by Alex Michaelides

The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue by V.E. Schwab

The Broken Girls by Simone St. James

Women Talking by Miriam Toews

L'homme semence by Violette Ailhaud

Into the Darkest Corner by Elizabeth Haynes

A Farewell to Arms by Ernest Hemingway

Dark Places by Gillian Flynn

On Magic & The Occult by W.B. Yeats

Faithful Place by Tana French

The Secret Scripture by Sebastian Barry

Say Nothing: A True Story of Murder and Memory in Northern Ireland by Patrick Radden Keefe

Opened Ground: Selected Poems 1966-1996 by Seamus Heaney

The Love Object by Edna O'Brien

Don Quijote de la Mancha by Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra

Night by Elie Wiesel

In Between the Sheets by Ian McEwan

The Lost Days by Rob Reger & Jessica Gruner

Project Hail Mary by Andy Weir

As I Lay Dying by William Faulkner

Parallax by Sinéad Morrissey

The Woman in the Strongbox by Maureen O'Hagan

Diaries, 1910-1923 by Franz Kafka

The Nightingale by Kristin Hannah

Anne of Green Gables by L.M. Montgomery

We Were the Mulvaneys by Joyce Carol Oates

The Family Upstairs by Lisa Jewell

Walking to Martha's Vineyard by Franz Wright

A Tale for the Time Being Ruth Ozeki

Mouthful of Forevers by Clementine von Radics

Wasteland by Francesca Lia Block

The Fact of a Body: A Murder and a Memoir by Alexandria Marzano-Lesnevich

Find Me by André Aciman

The Awakening by Kate Chopin

The Grace Year by Kim Ligget

The Five: The Untold Lives of the Women Killed by Jack the Ripper by Hallie Rubenhold

A Good Girl's Guide to Murder by Holly Jackson

And Then There Were None by Agatha Christie

A Stolen Life by Jaycee Dugard

Coraline by Neil Gaiman

The Castle of Otranto by Horace Walpole

Mr. Mercedes by Stephen King

My Best Friend's Exorcism by Grady Hendrix

Psycho by Robert Bloch

Classic Tales Of Vampires And Shapeshifters by Tig Thomas

Love Devours: Tales of Monstrous Adoration by Sarah Diemer

Through the Woods by Emily Carroll

Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury

Putney by Sofka Zinovieff

The Woman in Me by Britney Spears

Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West by Gregory Maguire

Julius Caesar by William Shakespeare

The Maid by Nita Prose

A Little Princess by Frances Hodgson Burnett

The Deep by Rivers Solomon

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[fluffymaxsworld]

“seven days”

monday

model!simonriley x normie!reader

[simon is a model, you’re the typical sweet girl, no smut (but planned), enemies to lovers, mutual attraction, orphanage, mention of christianity, ghost can’t basically socialize poor boy :(]

[not proof read, i’m sorry for grammar mistakes, i’m not english :))]

“If you want to improve your situation you have to take part in this volunteer project” simon riley’s manager handed him a voucher, “It’s a week-a-week job at an orphanage in a small town”

“one week should be easy” he said, “sign me up”

MONDAY

simon riley, world famous model, finally arrived at the orphanage.

lately rumors began to spread about his deep hate for children, which was half true, he wouldn’t lie, but still a bad thing for his public image.

“you should be simon, come in” a old woman greeted him, smiling weakly.

now i get why they need help, he thought.

“i’m really happy another young man has decided to help us”

another? there are other people?

“it’s such a pleasure being here, mrs…?”

“oh, sarah is fine” she began to walk towards a small, cozy room. “this is where you’ll sleep for the next few days, get comfortable!”

“thank you sarah” he smiled and dropped his suitcase on the floor, “i’ll make sure to be as quick as possible to start today”

“what a kind guy!” she said, leaving him alone in the room.

he took a glance around. it was quite different from the hotel rooms he was used to, the sunlight hitting the walls and the beds… beds?!

he didn’t noticed that there were another pair of bags on the floor, a deep shade of pink and some feminine clothes dropping out of them. one of the bed was done, light blue sheets and soft pillows. someone was going to sleep with him.

he sighed, taking out his black surgical mask (to avoid paparazzi during the whole day, his manager said) and putting it on his face, half of it now well covered.

after doing his bed and preparing the last things, he walked into the common space full of lively children and a sweet scent of baked cookies, something he missed a lot. he noticed a couple of women and men around his age helping the kids or playing with them. he sat on a chair, looking around for something to do.

a small hand reached his arm touching his hard muscles.

“are you new??” a cute voice coming out of a small kid, six years old maybe.

“i am kiddo” he replied, “what’s yer name?”

“alex!!” he smiled, “and that’s my best friend!”

he pointed at a 20 years old girl that was wearing a cute yellow dress full of sunflowers, smiling sweetly at some children that were drawing on a piece of paper. you.

“she’s the best ever! i love her so much!” the kid interrupted his thoughts, gripping his arm gently.

“alex! come back here!” your even sweeter voice called out the kid who immediately, still holding simon’s arm, ran towards you.

“hey hey, look who i found! he’s new!” alex said, smiling almost proud of his new friend.

“hello, simon riley”

“simon riley? the model?” you asked bluntly, your soft expression hardening at the thought of more problems, “what are you here for, money or something? we definitely don’t need any trouble”

“girl, relax. i wanted to help, that’s all.” he replied, getting quite annoyed by the same girl he found nearly attractive a few seconds before.

“a model? that wants to help? oh please, do you think i’m stupid?” you grunted.

“what’s your problem, girl. s’not like i’ve brought wit’ me paparazzi and fangirls”

“your stupid fangirls. how can people like celebrities they never met…” you mumbled, almost to yourself.

“i can hear you.” he groaned, “and i even thought you were sweet”

“the fu-” you covered your mouth before cursing in front of the kids, “i don’t wanna talk to you, so please leave me alone”

“tsk, s’not like i wanted to talk to ya” and with this, he walked away.

liar. he wanted to talk to you. so damn much.

lunch time. simon talked to a few guys working there that told him about how the days works and the breaks.

“you’ll choose a table for the whole week, unfortunately you can’t change it.” they explained.

simon took his food, a warm soup with a side of chicken, and sat on a half empty table.

he had small talks with the guys sitting there when suddenly he felt a tap on his shoulder.

“what are you doing here?” your voice broke the silence in his mind.

“eating?” he replied, almost sarcastically.

“eating, here?” you sat besides him, “this is my table”

“so? now it’s ours” he grunted.

i wonder how’d you look in bed sweetheart, he thought, blushing slightly under his mask.

“whatever. there’s no need to fuck around for a stupid thing like this.” you said.

“so you can swear. thought ya were some kind of church typa girl”

“what the hell is this supposed to mean? a christian girl can’t swear?” you growled.

“no no, that’s not…” he stopped, “whatever, forget it. let’s just ignore each other.”

“good idea”

simon entered his room, curios on who his roommate might be, maybe a cute girl, he thought.

well, whoever they were, they didn’t arrive yet. luckily, because he needed a shower. after taking off his sweaty clothes and bringing with him all the stuff for his model-like shower he stepped in, turning on the warm water and cleaning up.

you opened the door of your room, sarah already told you about your new roommate and you just prayed he wasn’t simon. a soapy scent filled the air so you just figured out he was probably taking a shower.

you laid on your light blue bed, enjoying the pleasant breeze, smiling softly and thinking about your day.

simon isn’t a bad guy for sure, but you just couldn’t help but imagine him like a thirsty-for-fame man. yet you couldn’t also deny his attractiveness, which made you blush softy at the only sight of him.

of course he’s handsome, he’s a model! you thought.

simon finished the shower. he wrapped around his hips a white towel. he opened the door and…

“you!?” he grunted.

“you??” you grunted back, studying his appearance, “put something on, you pervert!”

“i just took a shower, dumbass!” he growled.

“whatever, put something on anyways!” you looked away, pressing your face into the soft pillow.

he’s so damn hot!!! you thought, blushing intensely.

why does she have to be so annoying, such a waste for a cutie like her, he thought, closing the bathroom door and putting on his calvin klein boxers.

after awhile he stepped out (again) all dressed up as he saw you already sleeping on your bed. you had changed clothes too in the meantime.

so she was naked? he smirked.

“you’re so breathtaking” he whispered to himself.

“i’m what?” you muttered, sleepy voice and sleep eyes.

luckily for him, you weren’t facing him, because right now he was blushing like a school girl, covering his face.

“annoying! you’re so annoying!” he tried to correct himself.

“tsk, whatever.”

i love this concept, seven days of model!simonriley x normie!reader.

i want him to wake up with a morning erection😍😍

pt 2 coming in a few days :))

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[sugartoken]

Everyone fucks up. Every single one of us. But to own it & take responsibility is admirable. I respect that. ❤️

This is so fucking condescending from someone who can't acknowledge her son's fuck up or her own. The fact there is no apology from her for bringing this online is ridiculous. Also who would willingly call themselves a middle aged messy bitch? You're supposed to grow out of that not being proud of it.

I really hope we can clear all there dumb fucking petty grievances and then they never darken Dreams door again. Like please, just let him play Minecraft.

That was the thing that pissed me off the most about her most recent tweet. It's so condenscending, and shows that she doesn't think she did anything wrong. And she did. She should not have been bringing up 8 month old messages for the public to giggle at, if she had a problem with what was said then she should have responded to the DM. And to turn around and be all "teehee, I spilled too much tea oops!" is so insufferable. You are a GROWN ass woman acting like a highschooler. And then to top it off, it's not as if we aren't well aware of the surrounding context of why Dream was dming her. Tommy made his fuckass video demeaning dream and making him out to be a crybaby over the worst doxing of fans and his family that he had ever seen. I'll repeat that: the worst mass doxing that DREAM WAS TAKEN had ever seen. Dream is Mr. Doxxed. That happened, Dream got upset and liked and unliked a sassy tweet, and his fans (many of whom WERE DOXED in the situation Tommy was making light of) called Tommy out. And THEN, Sarah Simons decided to step into the ring to tell everyone that it was just a joke, an also that she knows what abelism is and that Tommy's (abelist) representation of Dream was perfectly okay. Because she works with kids who have ADHD. So she knows better than us.  Like, good god. This whole thing unironically triggered me because I apparently still have a trigger from my childhood of grown adults acting like children but then leveraging their age over people younger than them to say that they are more knowledgable and mature and play the victim. 

[mcyt-dogs]

a man of many names

[ID: a tweet from Sarah Simons reading; "Good morning from Walt, also known as: walter, big walter, big lad, hooligan, double u, dubs, lazy boy, dog face, handsome chops, the captain, mr chirstmas, captain christmas, clumsy bastard, pink tummy, mummy's beautiful boy, mr biscuits, captain biscuits, sherlock holmes." attached is a photo of walter, a tan and white whippet, peeking his head out from among a black and white patterned blanket. end ID]

[rando-simps-alot]

Simp list (canon)

In chronological order

“[Outdated]” is a character i no longer like, for whatever reason, however I keep them on the list for historical record

10 is MMMMMMMMMM 1 is kinda smash

1. Spanish moon (five nights at Freddy’s security breach) 10/10

2. Sun (five nights at Freddy’s security breach) 9/10

3. Moon (five nights at Freddy’s security breach) 10/10

4. Clover (@inks-ns original character) 10/10

5. Sammy Lawrence (bendy and the ink machine/bendy and the dark revival) 11/10

6. NeIL (@sillystanleystuff original character) 10/10

7. The ink demon (bendy and the dark revival) 7/10

8. Peter (your boyfriend game) 0/10 [Outdated]

9. John Doe (John doe game) 7/10

10. Alan Orion (my dear hatchet man) 9/10

11. Ren (14 days with you) 7/10

12. Loki (@you-are-a-superstar original character) 10/10

13. N (murder drones) 10/10

14. Audrey drew (bendy and the dark revival) 3/10

15. Monika (doki doki literature club) 7/10

16. The projectionist (bendy and the ink machine) 6/10

17. Lord heart (@inks-ns original character) 8/10

18. Lord storm (@inks-ns original character)8/10

19. Meteorite (@inks-ns original character)8/10

20. Volo (Pokemon legends Arceus) 10/10

21. Betty (bendy and the dark revival) 10/10

22. Keepers (bendy and the dark revival) 4/10

23. Max (@aboutchicken298’s original character) 5/10

24. Springtrap (five nights at Freddy’s) 5/10

25. William afton (five nights at Freddy’s the fourth closest graphic novel) 8/10

26. Emo boy ink demon (by @iilusion-of-living) 10/10

27. The jester (@iilusion-of-living’s original character)5/10

28. Withered bonnie (five nights at Freddy’s 2) 5/10

29. Simon (@sillystanleystuff’s original character) 8/10

30. Fell sans 😞 (due to @kazachi69’s amazing video) 10/10

31. Eclipse (five nights at Freddy’s security breach) 10/10

32. Sarah (@you-are-a-superstar’s original character) 7/10

33. HoR (@sillystanleystuff’s original character) 9/10

34. Blood Moon (the Sun and Moon show) 8/10

35. Scout (@sillystanleystuff’s original character) 9/10

36. Lovesick Sun (@inks-ns’s original character) 9/10

37. Lovesick moon (@inks-ns’s original character) 9/10

38. Vampire moon (by @xitsensunmoon) 10/10

39. Timekeeper (Stanly parable untra-delux) 8/10

40. Roxanne wolf (five nights at Freddy’s security breach) 7/10

41. Cyn (murder drones) 10/10

42. Father Grigori (half life 2) 6/10

43. Satan (the Bible) 5/10

44. Twisted Alice (bendy and the ink machine/bendy and the dark revival) 8/10

45. Nightmare sans (due to @glitchysquidd) 7/10

46. Gavril (Gavril) 9/10

47. Shattered Dream sans (thanks kaz) 8/10

48. Kerlineo (@iilusion-of-living’s original character) 6/10

49. Dust sans (thanks @monsterroonio) 8/10

50. Megaira (@sillystanleystuff’s original character) 9/10

51. Leya (@sillystanleystuff’s original character) 9/10

52. Bill cipher (Gravity Falls)

53. Dr. Jekyll (The strange case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde) 8/10

54. Mr. Hyde (The strange case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde) 8/10

55. Ruin Eclipse (Five nights at Freddy’s Security Breach: Ruin) 10/10

56. Ruin Sun (Five nights at Freddy’s Security Breach: Ruin) 7/10

57. Ruin Moon (Five nights at Freddy’s Security Breach: Ruin) 5/10

58. Alastor (Hazbin Hotel) 9/10

59. Cthulhu (H. P. Lovecraft) 5/10

60. Winston (1984) 6/10

61. General Grievous (Star wars) 6/10

62. Eclipse (Sun and Moon show) 3/10

63. Jax (The amazing digital circus) 9/10

64. ROOM (@cursedxbf’s oc on ref sheet and pixel art)

65. Mr. Hyde (Mazm: Jekyll and Hyde)

66. Lucifer (hazbin hotel)

67. Husker (Hazbin hotel)

68. Vox (Hazbin hotel)

69. funny number is reserved for the time being

70. angel dust (hazbin hotel)

Please ignore any trends related to Yandere or sharp teeth, they are coincidences

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22/51 on the list are robots

4/51 are confirmed human

35/51 are men

8/51 are women

8/51 idk their gender

9/51 are inky

18/51 are my friends ocs

28/51 are from or based on a horror franchise

1/51 have no canon form

0/51 are 1s

0/51 are 2s

2/51 are 3s

1/51 are 4s

5/51 are 5s

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dream stans harassing mrs sarah simons on twitter and calling her immature and pathetic . every day they sincerely amaze me with their talent to be the stupidest most hypocritical people i've ever met