#okay I think my cough is mild enough that I'm allowed to go to the store tomorrow!

[kirby-the-gorb]

[elvisabutler]

virtue

summary: you are the sort of person gladys should have never let her son interact with. elvis will always listen to his mama, except when it comes to you. you like taking advantage of this. fandom: austin butler | elvis ( 2022 ) | elvis presley pairing: austin butler elvis x female reader rating: m. word count: 3058 warnings: corruption kink. religious undertones. religious overtones. comparing elvis to a cherub. defiling a church. sub elvis, tbh. unprotected p in v sex. mild breeding kink implication, i think. author's note: welcome to a late day 21 for kinktober, corruption kink with austin!elvis. okay so. i'm unhinged just a little this month. sometimes you can't pick what you want and then someone chooses 50s elvis ( cough @blurredcolour ) and you think i want to wreck that man then this happens. yeah. i don't mean anything bad by it, so if you are religious, sorry about this. also yes there is a difference in pronunciation of mama and momma when elvis says it in this. one means you, the other means his actual mother. also almost made this gender neutral, didn't because i haven't quite mastered the art of full sex with gender neutral so i chickened out, but i have a few more austin elvis parts of kinktober so don't worry it'll happen. and you know the usual you can imagine real elvis with this i don't mind.

Elvis is a good southern boy, all manners and charm wrapped into a drawling package. You've known from the second you laid eyes on him that he is a good boy. Except, Elvis is also a bit of a brat, and you'd like to blame his mama for that but- well, deep down inside of you there was a good southern woman who knew how to mind their elders lest you get your ass whooped from here to kingdom come so you can't very well talk bad about her. Elvis- he's innocent enough, all blushes and mild stutters as Scotty and Bill and DJ are making lewd jokes. Elvis a good church going boy and you used to be a good church going girl yourself- a different denomination but honestly your daddy would have never taken you to anything but a Catholic mass- but you had stopped a while back, finding it more suffocating than anything comforting. Still, it doesn't stop you from leaning against Elvis's pink Cadillac waiting for him. You know there's a chance his fans will swarm you and him but your plan means you'll take the risk gladly.

"Darlin'?" Elvis's voice is questioning as he managed to force his way through a small crowd of fans at the church doors. His face- his smile at you despite his confusion makes you remember all those paintings of cherubs and you find a grin blossoming on your own face. Your little cherub, pleased as punch to see you just as you're pleased to see him. "What're you doin' here?"

"I came to see my favorite person." My favorite boy. "And I know it's Sunday so of course you'd be-"

"At church. Oh mama, missed me that much?" His cheeks flush as he looks down at the ground, and then up your legs, eyeing how your skirt errs just slightly on the side of too short and gulping. "You know you shouldn't be wearin' somethin' like that. They're gonna- you know what they're gonna say."

Your answering laugh has him biting his lip as he watches the line of your throat. He just got out of church and you've got him thinking every sinful thought under the sun already. "That I'm a loose woman and that you really oughta stay away from me? Please, we both know I'm irresistible to you. Besides, we both know you love how loose I am."

Elvis has to choke back a groan, especially as he feels your hands pull him closer to you, grasping at his butt and squeezing. "We're in public and outside the church, baby." He says trying to gain control of the situation, all while his head nuzzles into your neck. "God you smell wonderful. New-"

"Perfume." You finish his thought before your allow one of your hands to slide up to his head, running your fingers through his hair. There's a hum that comes from Elvis that causes you to smirk as you pull just lightly on his hair. A part of you is aware his fans are staring, the churchgoers are staring, but Elvis is your boyfriend and you'd like everyone to be vividly aware of it. "How was church?"

Elvis's eyes are hooded when he looks at you, all heat and hidden promise, because he knows you're teasing him. He knows you're teasing him right after church because you think it's fun. He wonders if you're going to ask him what you always ask him when you show up like this every month. "Good. Enlightening, they were talking about resisting temptation. How it's hard nowadays especially with me and my gyrations."

Your laugh sounds downright sinister as the last bit of Elvis's fans and the church goers walk by the pair of you. It earns you a few looks and glares but you choose to ignore them, instead focusing on how Elvis is murmuring apologies to them as they walk by. He's not apologizing for you, you know he cares for you too much but he has to keep up appearances or else he'll hear it from his manager. "Resisting temptation?" Your hand that had been used to pull him close moves to his front, starting at his torso before you slide it down to the front of his pants. "From whom, the devil or everyone else?"

Elvis whispers your name and it comes out practically as a hiss as he can't help but buck his hips against your hand. "Baby. Don't- we're in front of the church. They'll see."

The last word, his last word comes out as a whine, and you move to kiss him, allowing yourself to cup his quickly hardening cock through his slacks. You had him inching toward where you wanted him, just maybe a few tiny pushes left and he'd be exactly where you wanted him. You'd both be exactly where you want to be. Your hand squeezes just a bit as Elvis gasps and grabs at your wrist.

"Mama." A pause. "Darlin'- you're the temptation for me right now. It'd kill my momma if she heard I did something like this after church. In front of the church." He sounds almost pleading, but with whom you don't know. He's had sex before, told you in a rush of apologies about the one girl on the road and while you'd have killed him for it, you find it didn't mean anything. Not like how it would mean between the two of you. The road had taken so much already and you'd be damned if it would take much more. It was your job to ruin him, not a Carny manager and Bill's stupid need to a stimulant that he thought your boyfriend needed.

Your eyes dart around the area, noting that in the time you've been standing there people have found their way to their cars and to their paths to walk home. There is- in short no one still left on the property but you and you imagine the priest- pastor- you forget what Elvis calls the person leading the congregation. It is exactly what you want to see, it's exactly what you need to see. Your mouth moves to his ear, nipping at his earlobe just slightly. "Who said anything about being in front of the church. I wouldn't let everyone see you like this. They might think they could make you feel as good as I will."

A gust of wind blows by the two of you, forcing you both to tilt a little toward the door of the church. The next words out of your boyfriend surprise you in ways you hadn't thought he was capable of doing to you. "Don't suppose you think that's God's way of telling us to go in there, do ya?" He asks, his face still the picture of an innocent cherub sent to charm you but with his tone- oh his tone- rivaling that of the Devil himself, sent to defile you and and anyone you wanted.

The second you hear those words you know you've won this one, you get to have Elvis where you want to have him. You get to corrupt this good Southern boy- this good church going boy into what you want- what you need. "I think that's exactly what God wants us to do, sweetheart."

The pastor is- you're assuming- at his house nearby on the property, unlike most priests you had known this pastor refrained from cleaning up after a service until the last minute, something about how he wanted the service to settle, whatever that meant. So you had some time, not that you or Elvis were going to need it from the way he's pushing you up against a bench, his lips igniting a fire in between your legs and on your skin. You're letting him take control for this original space of time- allowing him to think he's the one in charge, that this was his plan all along, that he wanted to fuck his girlfriend in a church. The truth is the exact opposite but as smart as Elvis can be about some things- he misses cues like this, misses knowing that you were the one who planned this that you're the heathen dragging this boy to hell by defiling him in a church.

"Wanna make you feel good, mama. Wanna feel good." He murmurs, his drawl slurring his words together like they're molasses. His hips rut against you, seeking some form of release before your hand moves to unbuckle his belt and undo his pants. "What- you're already undoing my-"

A laugh leaves your lips before you kiss his own, biting softly in order to make them just a hair redder and a little more plump. He looks- he's inching toward looking like the picture of sin. That picture has you groaning softly before you speak. "You can't fuck me if your pants are on, babe. Want my baby's cock in me. Want to feel your cock stretching me. You said you'd let me do this- said you were sorry."

That snaps his focus back from the ceiling where he had been focusing back to you, back to your pouting face and his own face falls. "Oh, mama, I- You know I am, mama, know I didn't- I shouldn't have, you're my girl, you're the only one I want to see me like this- like-" You can see his brain trying to catch up as he forces himself to pause even as his hips keep bucking against you. "Wanted to give it to you, only you, wanted you to have you do all those things to me first, wanted-"

"Me to ruin you?" You finish the sentence, taking pity on Elvis as you moved to try and shimmy out of your underwear. "Corrupt you from the inside out? Make you as bad as everyone thinks I am?"

He nods frantically, trying the best way he can to help you out of your underwear and only stopping when he sees them pool to the floor. His eyes focus on them when he speaks almost making him look bashful and embarrassed. The heat that was already curling in your abdomen grows just a little more as you have to bite your lip to keep from growling at his look, growling at the knowledge that this is all yours to keep.

"Yes." His words come out as a whisper that you can only hear because of the deafening quiet in the church. "Want that. I- Let me fuck you in here, mama. God gave you to me and gave me to you, wanna show him what good he's done."

It doesn't take you a second before you're pushing Elvis onto the bench, freeing his cock from his boxers and sinking yourself down. You're drenched and the noise from his cock entering you is almost sickening in how it sounds. You swear you feel a gush of arousal as he groans, low and making your entire being vibrate. Is this was a religious experience felt like? Was this what you told your father you never experienced at church? You don't know, but you know that Elvis needs to move, needs to buck against you as you ride him.

"Gonna have to help me, baby. Can't ride you and do all the work myself." You murmur against his lips before trailing kisses down his neck, stopping to make sure to suck just against his jaw line, knowing fully well he'll bruise. He is yours and you'd prefer people to know it.

His hands move to cup your chest, touching your breasts through your bra as he nuzzles them. He won't ask you to take off your shirt, not in here, not realizing that you two have to be at least somewhat discrete as your skirt hides his cock pumping into you, hides his hips rutting against your pelvis. "Wanna fuck you like this every night. Gonna marry you, mama ain't gonna like it, but you're my girl. Making me feel so wrong and so right. So perfect- so glad you wanted me- could have gone for those other boys-"

He's whimpering and it's feeding into your own desire to whimper back at him. He's so fucking pure sometimes it sickens you, he's so earnest in what he's saying and it makes you love him so much it hurts you. You kiss him, swallowing both of your whimpers in the kiss, putting all your energy into clenching around his cock, trying to milk it so that you can both finish, so you can tell him that he shouldn't marry you, Gladys would probably die if he did and as much as you want to ruin him, you know he couldn't take that. He keeps talking though- keeps muttering the filth you love to hear him say because it says it so rarely.

It sounds like a prayer, you realize, it sounds like he's muttering a prayer or a hymn onto your skin and you realize that you might be corrupting him, might be ruining him but there's still a part of him that's a good God fearing, church going boy and you can't take that away no matter how hard you try. The rush of arousal you feel after that realization startles you, has you clutching onto his shoulders for dear life.

If he minds your grip he doesn't say anything, instead choosing to buck his hips more as one hand moves in between you two to play with your clit. "She taught me how to do this, mama. I- Can I come in you? Wanna do that- I know I shouldn't but you're- I want it. Wanna claim you like that. You want me like that- don't ya?"

Maybe the road had done more to him than you thought, maybe you weren't corrupting him like you thought if he was playing with your clit like it was his guitar, skillfully earning a sigh and a whimper from you. Or maybe that was from the words he uttered, you don't know, you only know that you feel your walls tightening, feel your cunt fluttering on his cock and you should say no, you should tell him that he needs to come on the floor but you can't utter those words. Instead you utter the exact opposite.

"Come in me, show everyone that I'm yours baby, stake your claim in me like my hickies show mine on you. Show them that I've got you, not anyone else. Show them I've got Elvis- the good boy who loves his momma and his family and would do anything if I just asked. Would fuck me over a church altar if I asked."

He comes with a shout that sounds pained, like it was wrenched from the depths of his soul. You never come with or right after any of your partners but with Elvis, with him right in this moment you feel the warmth of his come and way his hands are gripping whatever part of your body he can grab and you fall against him, coming as quietly as you can, only letting out the tiniest of whimpers against his ear. You can feel his cock twitch afterward, thinking it's going to be interested in the proceedings.

The two of you sit there for a few minutes, attempting to catch your breath and your bearings. You shouldn't have let him come in you, but you couldn't help it. It should be fine, you hope. Elvis speaks first, a quiet whisper against your neck.

"I love you. Meant what I said- wanna make ya my wife. Maybe give my momma grandchildren. Wanna take care of ya like you take care of me." He pauses. "You gonna let me do all those things, mama?"

You sigh, moving to pull off of his cock. "Maybe. You gonna let me turn you into a different kind of man?" A man more suited for you, more suited to be with a girl half the city looks at in disgust.

He looks up at the ceiling and looks at a cross he sees in the distance before he answers with an honesty that startles you. "I think I'd follow ya into hell if that's the only way I could have ya."

In short, yes.

There is a silence that stretches too long to feel comfortable between the two of you until you finally speak, pulling off his cock completely, allowing his release to drip down your legs as you kiss him. "Ask me again next month, Elvis."

He moves to put himself back together, to make himself more presentable to the world as he tucks his cock back in his pants and refastens them. "I'll ask ya next week. I mean it this time, mama. I think- I think ya stuck with me now."

Good. You shrug. "That's just the temptation speaking."

Elvis stands up and moves to touch your stomach as he kisses you. "No, that's me thinkin' God's gonna force ya to let me be with ya after this. Can't have sex wit' ya in a church and not expect somethin'."

You feel as if cold water has been dumped on your head but still you smile. "Your momma won't like it."

His lips curl into a smirk you don't recognize on his face. It startles you and arouses you in equal measure. "To hell with her opinion. I'll ask ya next week. I wanna get an answer this time, mama. Can't keep ruining me like without letting me get a reward."

You open your mouth to say something before you hear a commotion signaling that the pastor is back. The pair of you make a quick escape, running out the opposite end of the church, only stopping when you reach Elvis's car.

"Let me take ya home." He murmurs against your lips as you push him against the car for a goodbye kiss.

"Just this once." You answer back, allowing him to open the door and let you in. "And only this once."

The only response you get is a hum from Elvis. He does ask you again the next week. And the week after. And the week after. You don't give your mostly good Southern boy an answer until the next month.

His momma hates the answer.

[poutyniall]

Tuesday 29th March 2022 |01:38| UK 🇬🇧

It’s the middel of the night and I can’t sleep and I just wanna have somebody to vent about my life. First I want to say I am a big fan of your imagines of Yoongi is kinda a escape of reality.

I being having a trouble these past couple months, I have gotten sick in September. Form September to October I have try to contact the doctor many times, because here in the uk the healthcare system is free but it take a long time for a appointment. In November my mum I had enough and call the ambulance because I couldn’t breathe. After a week staying in the hospital I wanted to go home, my parents weren’t allowed to come visited me because of COVID and because I was already 18 (turning 19 on 13th of July). But if I think about it, it was a stupid choice because after a week of being discharged from the hospital I got really really sick to the point I started coughing blood and I past out. In the mean time I was unconscious I went to 3 different hospital. After 2/3 days of sleeping I woke up.

Every since then I got separation anxiety, I am having panic attacks and I am overthinking everything in my life, I know I am only 18 but the future is terrifying, I have most over 3/4 months of school and I started think and think to the point that my body was tired. My doctor say I got a burnt out and me being sick it not going to help me in the long run.

Thank you for listening

See you tomorrow,

S

|01:55|

Oh sweetheart. First of all, I wish I could hug you and hold you as long as you need.

Second, I'm very glad to know that my little Yoongi's imagines can provide you even the tiniest bit of relief, it repays me 100, 1000 times of the frustration of finding the right word or the perfect way to express what I want to say when I write and the mild anxiety I feel every time I post something.

Third, I feel touched and honored you chose me to open up and vent about your life. I want you to know that you can talk to me, about everything, every single time you want or need. Anonymously or in private, you choose, whatever you feel more comfortable. I'm here.

I don't about your physical disease, but I hope it's over now or at least you feel better. About the rest, if you don't mind me giving you a piece of advice (you're almost 19, I'm almost 27, you could be my little sister), think about starting therapy. I was about your age, maybe one or two years younger, when I started to cut myself and stop eating, I was severely depressed and miserable, and I was basically dragged to therapy because I didn't want to, but it saved my life. I'd probably be 6 feet under if I hadn't gone to therapy. I know it's hard, it takes a lot of courage to step through that door, every time, and there will be days where you won't feel like connecting to yourself and that's okay. The main goal of therapy is to find balance, to welcome and embrace every version of yourself, learning how to listen to them without fighting and screaming at each other, ending up hurting yourself.

And yes, you're young but you have all the right to be scared about the future, because it is terrifying. A lot. Don't feel like you have to jump straight into university or whatever you feel people expect you to do just because you only have a few months of school left. Take your time to decide what you want to do, to experiment. And I know it might be hard and you might feel pressured 'cause, at the end of the day, your parents are the ones who provide for you, but remember that it is your life, it's up to you to decide how you want to live it.

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I'm honestly just here to supply mitjo til mars updates again

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I was pretty sure Mitch Mueller was going to kill me. As I grew up it was for different reasons but they all led to my demise. In middle school I thought he would hang me up a flag pole during summer break and let the birds eat away at my carcass. In senior year of highschool I thought he’d burying me alive in a ditch somewhere in the woods, or maybe tie me to a really heavy rock and push my in the river. A few weeks later I figured my end was near when I was asked to take pictures for prom and Mitch offered to drive me. God I hope that cyclist was okay. And now a few years later I’m staring at the bright red letters on the front of the hospital building, standing like an idiot with legs that feel like both jell-o and lead knowing damn well Mitch Mueller was going to give me a heart attack I swear.

Reality shoved me hard enough to get me moving as I walked inside the building and up to the receptionist desk. The blonde smiled sweetly at me as I asked to see a patient who was just signed in an hour earlier. “Sure dear, what’s the name?” I tell her and the smile turns into mild disgust and fear. That happens more often than you think. She checks her computer and hands me a slip with the door number and points me in the right direction. I thank her and leave. Don’t you have to be family to check up on them? I’m pretty sure you do but chalk it up that she was taken by surprise when I asked to see Mitch. That jelly feeling starts to come back the farther I go down the hallway. By the time I reach the right door they’re visibly shaking. But hey so are my hands. I felt cold, numb, that weird feeling when the blood drains out of you but also rushes through every vein a mile a minute. I didn’t like it. I didn’t like being here. I didn’t like why I was here but well no a days I didn’t like a lot of those things. Those things including- I knocked on the door and a rough but familiar voice said to come in- making sure my dumb ass boyfriend didn’t get himself killed. I opened the door just enough to slide in before closing it behind me. Everything was either stark white or that god awful pattern you only saw on Dixie cups and Vaporwave albums. Mixed with the smell of harsh soap and weak immune systems it was an assault on the senses.

“Well look who it is. Hey spots, glad you can make it these nurses aren’t exactly the life of the party.” Mitch laughed at his own joke followed by a silent curse and he rubbed his leg. I nodded staring at my feet. “Aw come on spots I ain’t gonna bite. Pull up a chair, jesus fuck you look worse than I do.” I looked up and I kind of wish I hadn’t. There was still dried blood smeared under his nose and lip that stained a few teeth of that trademark smirk. There was a cut across the bridge of his nose and over one eyebrow both sealed with medical tape. His right leg was propped up with pillows in a cast and there was so many… things just attach to his arm and chest that thankfully were mostly covered by the hospital gown. “Hello? Earth to spots? Anybody in there?” he waves his hand in front of my face and I snap out of it.

“W-what happened?”

“He speaks! Had me worried there for a sec. Those kids getting to you again? I swear I don’t why you thought photography teacher was a decent career ch-”

“What happened?” he stopped and the smirk wavered a bit.

“I sorta hit a deer.” he ran a hand through his hair, he only did that when he was nervous, stressed, lying, or all three.

“Sorta?” I kept my hands at my side hoping he wouldn’t notice them, he did anyway.

“Yeah look it wasn’t all that bad like I moved out of the way, only clipped it, it ran off so it’ll be fine. Spots come on it’s not like I hit it straight on.”

~~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~~

“-Hit it straight on.” I argued but that didn’t seem to register with him. He keep looking at at my arm and the cast and the cuts and he just wasn’t listen. He stepped a little closer holding onto the railings, he looked back at the cast and started biting his lip. Green a blue lights started dancing in and out of existence around him. He was usually so keen on keeping them down in public but at this point that was that last thing he was thinking about. Fuck I think I had to tell him. Shit I didn’t want to tell him. But he kept looking at that damn cast and he knew clipping a deer didn’t do that kind of damage. Fuck I had to tell him. “Yeah I um… so I clipped a deer and-” I coughed and whispered under my breath that in an effort not to completely take out fucking bambi with my car I kinda jumped the railing and crashed into the river.

In hindsight maybe I should have kept my mouth shut.

For the next ten minutes I sat up the best I could trying to look a the puddled mess of my fucking boyfriend trying not to lose his shit (and failing miserably) in the corner. At least some part of his brain let him collapse in the chair instead of the floor these things were fucking nasty. His legs curled up to his chest and a hand over his mouth as he stared at an empty space of sanity between him and passing out. The blue lights mimicking the monitor on the side of the bed spiking around his shaking form. Christ was he gonna pass out? Shit I think he was. If anything he was gonna have an asthma attack. God dammit. I held out my hand and the chair screeched closer to the bed until the two touched. Painfully I turned to lay on my side and played with a curl in his hair. For the next couple of minutes we staid like that. Him panicking in his own little world as I idly mess with his hair. Eventually he’d come back to reality. He hated his hair being messed with, much more now that it’s pattern changed in the last few years making it even curlier than before. Sure enough when he composed himself (At least enough that he wasn’t shaking as much) he swatted my hand away automatically and tiny laugh escaped his lips as I reached for another curl. He grabbed my hand and I placed it against his cheek rubbing the soft skin. He started crying but at this point I think it was more relief than fear. At least for my heart’s sake I was going to tell myself it was out of relief. This kid I swear was going to be the death of me.

“You good now joey bean?” I leaned forward and kissed his head. My leg did not appreciate that shit but fuck have you seen my baby, my leg would just have to suck it the fuck up and deal with it. He laughed again and kissed me back.

“Okay-okay I’m good. You…” he stared at the cast and sighed. “You’re going to be okay.”

“Promise babe. Now be a doll and help me would ya moving this thing isn’t exactly easy.” he helped replace the pillows and I could lay back comfortably again. Well as comfortable as I could get, my leg felt like jell-o and the other just felt like pain. I was actually terrified when I went in the water, I did hit bambi straight on but spots didn’t need to know that. Spots also didn’t need to know that the river impact crumpled the car smashing out the bone s in my leg, and as far as I was concerned and I made painfully aware to ALL of the nurses before I let them call my joey bean, that none of these fuckers were going to let him know I had to be dragged out of said river because my heart stopped. That shit was going to my grave.

The doctor came in a while after and I was allowed to go home the next day. The next few weeks were… well…

“Oh my goodness just let me help you you stubborn bastard!”

“I can get up to take a piss by myself thank you”

“You walked where?!”

“Babe it’s half priced doughnut sunday. I wasn’t missing that”

“i’m not hurting you am I? I can move if-”

“Babe please just shut up and watch the movie.”

Well they were something. When I got the cast off it was such a damn relief for both of us. That night I could actually get up and grab a beer without him demanding he get it for me. I sat on the couch staring at the nearly mutes screen. I looked down and smiled. Jonas had fallen asleep about half way through the movie. I turned off the tv and stood up slowly, scooping him up in my arms and heading towards the bedroom. Honestly my leg still hurt like a bitch but any time I get to hold my squishy babe was pain well felt. I tucked him into bed and kissed him, he muttered and rolled over but otherwise remained still. “Night spots” as I turned out the light I swore I saw a small smile creep on his face. God this kid was going to be the death of me.

OHHHH MY GOSH DUDE!!!!!

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SUBMITTING AGAIN AND I LOVED THIS,,, DANG MITCH GETTING HIMSELF HURT AUGUGHFD

[harr-will-blog]

The best DMC I've ever had.

A Staff member on my Minecraft Server, Iris (pylonsbro), connects with Minechat. A 60MIN+ Conversation Ensues.

Harrison: Hi

Iris: Hey, just seeing how things are going ~

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Iris: Wait a sec...

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Harrison teleports to Iris to see where she is.

Harrison: You're in an awesome man cave -- An empty one, but still awesome.

Iris: That's my home (^_^)

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Iris: Yeah, thanks, I can't see it though...? I'm on my iPhone.

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Harrison sets his game mode to creative.

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Iris: (^_^) Yeah, I'm out for the night, having a bit of fun (^_^)

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Iris: (^_^) Mad, what's the time there?

Harrison: It's 11:06 AM

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Harrison: I'm listening to OMFG - I Love You ~ Oh wait, it just ended.

From this point on the conversation becomes deep and personal.

Iris: (^_^) You're very detailed tonight, it's 1:10 AM Here. 1:08 to be exact.

Harrison: It's called "Stimming" and it's an ADHD thing, being very specific.

Iris: Yeah, I sound a bit like you.

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Iris: I don't have ADHD ~

Harrison: Oh.

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Iris: "Oh" (^_^) -- You sound upset that I don't have it

Harrison: I don't get upset. Well, maybe sometimes.

Iris: Everyone gets upset.

Harrison: Yeah, I suppose, but I get upset less.

Iris: I get upset for no reason most days.

Harrison: I'm usually as calm as could be, some people are more mild like that. :P

Iris: I've like, suffered from fucking depression and shit, so I'm trying to be chilled.

Harrison: I've had a fine life -- Even finder than sir Moustache's Moustache.

Iris: I have a perfect life too, I get everything I want. Perfect Family, Boyfriend, and Yes.

Harrison: Same here -- I don't have a Girlfriend.

Iris: But it it's about what people have and don't have to get depression, it's a sickness.

Harrison: Yeah, it's a state of mind, an imbalance of Seratonin to Melatonin.

From this point on the conversation becomes very deep.

Iris: Yeah -- Getting more personal here, have you ever tried weed?

Harrison: Hello? You're talking to a stoner.

Iris: Is this legit?

Harrison: Yeah ~

Iris: Maddest cunt right here -- Might explain the "not getting upset" part.

Harrison: Truly?

Iris: Yes cunt, Harrison, you're a mad guy ~ Sorry for language

Harrison: I am very mad >:D -- just kidding xD

Iris: I had a couple cones tonight bruh ~

Harrison: Do you mean scones? Cuz you're Canadian.

Iris: I'm not Canadian...

Harrison: Oh, whoops...

Iris: I'm Australian, bloody oath mate ~ Do you know what cones are aye?

Harrison: I was thinking Australia and typed Canada, not sure why.

Iris: (^_^) Okay ~ Bro, do you know what cones are aye? You aren't a stoner if you don't.

Harrison: One sec, my mom's calling me... shit, I hate her, really.

[...]

Harrison: She's telling me to eat.

Iris: Avoiding the question (^_^) Nah, all good. Oh, eat then man.

Harrison: Nah, I just don't want to talk about weed, that's what it is.

Iris: Why's that, Harrison, you can honestly trust me with your life. I'm good at keeping secrets, I promise.

Harrison: It's just a pet peeve, sorry.

Iris: What does that mean?

Harrison: Look it up ~

Iris: Ok, if I must, be right back.

[...]

Iris: You hate it? You think weed's annoying?

Harrison: No, I just think talking about it too much is.

Iris: Do you think I'm annoying?

Harrison: No ~

Iris: (^_^)

Harrison: Jinx ~

Iris: Nah, it's all good, respect.

Harrison: By the way, I use a vaporizer, I never used a bong. Smoke makes me sick.

Iris: Oh yeah, so it's not a regular thing?

Harrison: No, a vaporizer is like, where the THC is in a vapor, instead of a smoke.

Iris: Nah, sorry, just forget about it, I don't want to make you uncomfortable.

Harrison: I hope that clears up not knowing about "Cone."

Iris: Yeah, I thought for a second you might be fake, but I see now I was wrong.

Harrison: It happens to the best of us.

Iris: You've probably had enough of me...

Harrison: Nope, I can take you all day :D

Iris: That sounds a little weird, but okay :D

Harrison: I'm listening to a song that says "You must be out of your mind."

Iris: Am I out of my mind?

Harrison: No, you're yourself. I try to be fair, honest and determined.

Iris: Yeah, I just try to do the right thing, if someone's struggling I'll be there for them.

Harrison: ADHD is what made einstein smart, but I don't know about my skills.

Iris: Even if it kills me, I'll be there to help them -- Even if I hate them.

Harrison: I'm not doing to hot in my courses, despite being a quick learner and very creative.

Iris: I can't think of one person I even hate though.

Harrison: Me neither. The exception is my mom, in a sarcastic way xD

Iris: Ah yeah ~ I feel like we're having a good deep conversation.

Harrison: Same here (^_^) -- There was this one kid who looked into my eyes in-game and left. They're red.

Iris: Woah, wait, I'm confused as fuck! ~ Sorry for Swearing...

Harrison: Most times I have the hat layer on, a pair of sunglasses and headphones.

Iris: Still confused...

Harrison: I mean like, my minecraft skin.

Iris: Oh.

Harrison: So yeah, when I disable my hat layer, this kid left the game.

Iris: They can't handle the red eyes, huh? (^_^)

Harrison: Nope xD

Iris: I think I'm catching on, do you have red eyes? (In-game)

Harrison: Yeah, in game. *COUGH* irl too *COUGH*

Iris: (^_^) You should get eye contacts, I have cat cat eye ones.

Harrison: What do you mean? Will they cover it up? (The white (or red) part)

Iris: No, it just covers the iris.

Harrison: Oh, that's dissapointing. :/

Me and Iris reveal our names to eachother for the first time.

Iris: Iris, that's also my name :3

Harrison: That's a really cool name ~ It sounds magical as could be, loving it!

Iris: Ah yea (^_^) You wouldn't tell me yours would you?

Harrison: Sure, I'm Harrison. Harrison Bruce Micheal Smith. Two middle names :)

Iris: Ah, I like it!

Harrison: But when I grow up, I will change it to Harrison Jenson Angelia Williamson.

Iris: Ooh :)

Harrison: H-JAW for short.

Iris: That's a mouthful, but hey, as long as you like it :D -- It's smart.

Harrison: That's a little codename I made up when I was 7 or so.

Iris: Aw (^_^) That's so cute!

Harrison: The whole point is to be unique. I bet nobody has that name.

Iris: Same here, I've never met anyone with my name before.

Harrison: Basically, my birthname is Williamson, so then I just used a random name generator for the middle names!

Iris: Magic, I love it!

Harrison: The factors combine to make the ultimate name!

Iris: You're actually one of a kind ~ I hardly ever find someone to talk to for this long.

Harrison: I am a conversationalist, so, yeah.

Iris: I like it, you're cool :)

Harrison: This is probably why I never get things done :P

Iris: (^_^) Yeah ~ I always get distracted.

Harrison: Thing is, when I actually do something I'm usually pretty good at it, and that's what counts.

Iris: Well, it shows, you have a fucking amazing server. -- Sorry for Swearing...

Harrison: Swearing is cool with me :P

Iris: Sorry, I just don't want to disrespect you or like, make you upset or something.

Harrison: I don't care, I don't give a shit (`^_^`)

Iris: (:^_^:) But is swearing allowed in this server?

Harrison: Of course

Iris: Yeah, awesome, first swear word I've head you say :)

Harrison: It's all about context, if it's hate swearing then no, but emphasis is fine.

Iris: You know it's a fact that people who swear a lot are honest people.

Harrison: Well then call me a liar cuz I used to swear a bunch.

Iris: Yeah, I swear all the time, and I hate lying.

Harrison: Emphasis: I used to swear a lot, a lot, a lot, a lot!

Iris: (^_^) Ok, I get it, I'll never lie, and I don't want to be lied to.

Harrison: Thing is, I always hit a brick wall when lying.

Iris: What do you mean?

Harrison: Well, I've tried lying before and I always end up telling the truth, even if I don't get caught.

Iris: Well, that's a good thing.

Harrison: Agreed, and I can hardly ever keep a personal secret. I can keep yours though :)

Iris: We'll have to wait and see on that one (^_^) Lol, no it's all good.

Harrison: So, I can lie and deceive fluently, but I end up avoiding it because morality and shit.

Iris: I'm the same way man.

Harrison: Oh, by the way I'm a Mormon. And I do weed. Thug Lyfe Bitch!

Iris: Hah, you're a mad cunt bro, honestly.

Harrison: Yeah, Mormons forbid that kind of indulgence. Well, most of them that is (*_^)

Iris: Woah, you're a Mormon?

Harrison: Loosely, yeah. I just have to go with my parents to church, it's not really religious.

Iris: So you can't do sports on Sunday, hey?

Harrison: No, but that's irrelevant, cuz I never got into sports anyways.

Iris: Well, I'm a state basketballer.

Harrison: Cool, so yeah, I don't do sparts, I don't watch sparts, nothing.

[..]

Harrison: Lol, sparts... Spartaaa!!!

Iris: Haha :)

Harrison: Wtf how did I to a double type... I mean typo...

Iris: Ehm...

Harrison: Oh, wow, I typo'd on the word typo.

Iris: Haha -> Ha -> H -> He -> Hell -> Hello -- Illuminati. You think you're cool.

Harrison: I think I'm just another guy, doing what he thinks is right, and never stops 'till he's finished the job.

Iris: Well, I think you're cool. Even though you are very talkative :{

Harrison: Wtf is that face, haha :3

Iris: Idk lol.

Harrison: But yeah, determination is my core, it can branch out into many directions but you can always trace it back to my determination.

Iris: Well, I should go, I didn't bring a charger and my phone's like, dead. Oh, and I need to be home in a few hours (^_^)

Harrison: Oh shit, that's quite a convo stopper, damn son!

Iris: I'm sorry :(

Harrison: Look, remember when u did the illuminati thing?

Iris: Yeah

Harrison: My modification is: Haha -> Ha -> H -> He -> Hell -> No. Hell Nah man!

Iris: (^_^) Hell yeah!

Harrison: No.

Iris: OOH THE FULL STOP, You mad bro?

Harrison: [Thinks for a moment] No. But WOW!

Iris: (^_^) Yeah, right on, I'm off, we'll talk another time, maybe tomorrow.

Harrison: I've been in your base area this whole time, the outside is even better!

Iris: See ya soon!

Harrison: Wait ~ One more sec.

Iris: You realize everything you do for me on this server is REALLY appreciated. A lot.

Harrison: Thanks, bye.

Harrison Kicks Iris off the server, with reason "Leave the fancy way.."

Iris Rejoins the game.

Iris: Wtf, did you kick me?

Harrison: The reason was "Leave the fancy way", did you see it?

Iris: Yes I did, but why, I didn't like it.

Harrison: Oh, it was meant to be funny, sorry about that.

Iris: Oh ok, I though you were being a dick, sorry I took it the wrong way.

Harrison: Hell -> No.

Iris: (.^__^.) OMG XDDD :D -- I don't want to leave :(

Harrison: I know the feeling.

Iris: Sorry, I'll let you do what owners do on servers, cya man, best DMC Ever!

Harrison: Bye!

[..]

Harrison: Wait, what's DMC?

Iris abruptly leaves the game.