#posts that slap you in the face and call your mom a hoe

[springbonk]

packgod roast copypasta

BOY YOU WANNA GET LOUD IN THIS BITCH?! SHUT UP BOY, YOU LOOK LIKE A VELOCIRAPTOR IN A CLOGGED TOILET BOWL. BRUH, YOU LIKE AN OFF BRAND BEN 10 CHARACTER NAH, YOU AIN'T BEN 10 YOU STEVEN 9! GET YO ASS BACK BOY! YOU LOOK LIKE YOU GOT EXPELLED FOR BARKING AT YO LUNCH LADY, SHUT YO ASS UP BOY! YOU AIN'T FROM THE JURASSIC PARK, YOU CAME FROM THE PREHISTORIC PLAYGROUND! GET YO ASS OUT BOY, YOU LIKE CLIFFORD THE BIG RED DOG'D FOSSIL! BOY, WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT WITH YO NASTY ASS?! BOY, YOU BETTER GET YO AUTUMN WAS AN AVERAGE KID THAT NOONE UNDERSTANDS WOAH!!! MOM AND DAD AND GRANDPA ALWAYS GIVING HIM COMMANDS LOOKIN ASS BOY! BRUH, YOUR BALLS DROPPED AND THEN CLIMBED BACK UP BOY! STOP PLAYING WITH ME BOY YOU SEXUALLY IDENTIFY AS AN UNSOLVED RUBIK'S CUBE, YOU MADE AN NFT OUT OF YOUR GRANDMA TWERKING ON A PICKLE, YOU TRIED TURNING YOUR DISHWASHER *inhale* INTO A BITCOIN MINING RIG, YOUR BEST FRIEND IS A LITTLE MOUSE WHO LIVES UNDER YOUR BED IN A PRINGLES CAN, YOUR MOM USES A JUMP ROPE AS A BELT, YOUR GRANDPA GOT AN EMERGENCY HEART TRANSPLANT WITH A CAPRISUN POUCH, YOUR BARBER LINED YOU UP WITH A WEEDWACKER, YOU HAD ESEX WITH MOBY FROM BRAIN POP IN AN ENCRYPED HTML FILE, UNCLE GOT ARRESTED FOR EATING A BLUEBERRY OUT OF A ORANGUTAN'S ASSHOLE, YOUR SISTER'S CURRENTLY ENGAGED TO A ANTHROMORPHIC DUNG BEETLE NAMED "STEFAN", GRANDPA GOT HELD UP BY A PIGEON WTIH A MOHAWK ON THE SUBWAY, YOU POSTED A INSTAGRAM STORY OF A JAMAICAN CRICKET GIVING YOU A LAP DANCE IN THE BACK OF TOYS R US, YOUR DAD WAS TRYING TO FLIP PATRICK THE STAR'S BELLY BUTTON LINT ON THE DARK WEB TO PAY OFF YOUR HOUSE'S MORTGAGE, YOUR MOTHER BOUGHT YOU A PS5 FOR SUCCESSFULLY DRAWING A TRIANGLE, YOUR GRANDPA'S BUILT LIKE AN EXPIRED CHUG JUG AND YOUR LEGAL NAME IS FANG CLAW FUZZLE WUZZLES! GET YO ASS ON BOY IM NOT DONE WITH YOU BRUH, IM NOT DONE WITH YOU BRUH YOU BETTER GET YO HIPPOPOTAMUS SMELLING, COCOMELON, REGISTERED INTERNET FELON, NASTY AND NEED A CLEANSE, FOSTER HOME FOR IMAGINARY FRIENDS, "EXCUSE ME, I ONLY DATE 10S" LOOKIN ASS OUT OF MY FACE BRUH STOP PLAYIN BRUH. ANTS BE USING YOUR GRANDMA'S BUTTCRACK AS A SLIP N SLIDE! IN FACT, YOU FINNA PULL UP TO YO GRANDMOTHER'S FUNERAL DRESSED UP AS A RABID ORANGUTAN! YO FURRY ASS BOY YOU GONNA "OOH! OOH! OOH! OOH! IM SORRY GRANDMA *inhale* OOH! OOH! OOH! OOH! STOP PLAYING WITH ME BRUH, YOU BOUT NASTY AS HELL BRUH, YOU BE HITTING ON THE GIRLS AT LUNCH TIME WITH YO SACRED MATING CALL, YOU BE STANDING ON THE TABLE GOING "WAAHH! WAAHH! WAAHH!" STOP PLAYING BOY YOU BOUT NASTY AS HELL BRUH. BOY YOU BETTER GET YO PTERODACTYL, GOOD AT SCRABBLE, SHRIVELED APPLE, ATTRACTED TO BEEF CATTLE, CONCEIVED ON A HORSE SADDLE, YOU DON'T RUN YOU SKEDADDLE, PASTOR DID QUESTIONABLE THINGS TO YOU IN THE MIDDLE OF A CHURCH CHAPEL LOOKIN ASS BACK BOY YOU BOUTR DIRTY AS HELL! BETTER GET YO "ALL OF YOU HOES~ ALL OF YOU HOES~ YOU DONT REMEMBER WHO YALL TALKIN TO ITS THE DISCORD CEO!" LOOKIN ASS BACK OUT OF MY FACE, BOY YOU BOUT DIRTY AS HELL! GET YO LIL DIGGITY DIGGITY ASS ON BOYYYY!Alright now lemme get back in ya head. You look like a discombobulated philosophical butt-flake disabled Crip-walking crawfish half-eaten autistic autobot doin’ the cha-cha slide with seventeen naked mole rats in your basement, your grandmother got raped by a crouton with a Gucci belt in northern Idaho boy. Shut your dirty ass up boy, I swear to God I’m really gonna get to the slackin' and rackin' and dickita-dackin and flippin' and rippin' and dippin' and slippin' and pippin and dippin' and rippin' and tippin' in ya fat ass, your name is DJ Trunks, more like DJ Skunks cause you smell like poop, you ugly ass bitch, you are dirty like shit. I caught you at picture day dressed up like a clown with no hair, said [singing some song that I don’t know mockingly], started singing Japanese songs to your girlfriend saying “Oaku, amanatai, amanakinasai-ya”. And then she bitch slapped you with a frying pan and licked your testicles and said “anuminum OKRRRR”. DUMBASS BOY, run that shit back.

Listen to me right now, Trunks. Tell me why you and your family did a GTA 5 heist on the T grizzly’s diamond-fuckin’-encrusted testicle, my boy, you look like a double-dipped, chocolate chip, cleft-lip, charcoal slim jim with a gargamel nose, a Mr. Crocker hunch back, no fuckin’ feet, nine-arm, seven-stomachs, two ball fades, your stepdad beat you with a whiffle ball bat. You’re curled up into a ball like an autistic bakugan. You live in a sophisticated mud hut, your washing machine is a bucket of water that you shake, and you brush your teeth with your grandpa’s back scratcher and you floss your teeth with zipline cables. I caught you jerking off in a porta potty with a Thanos gauntlet on while your grandmother got **simultaneously** buttfucked by a clan of chimpanzees dressed up as The Wiggles while she was snorting cott- fucking, Keemstar’s cotton candy Gfuel off of the back of a dirty toilet seat my boy, you are really ugly like shit. You are a walking glitch, “dJ tRuNkS”. Every time your Dad asks you a question at dinner, you say “okay, DRRRRRRRR”, and start fuckin’ lagging, you fuckin ugly ass boy, you breathe like shit boy, ugly ass boy. And I caught you giving a reverse cow rimjob to your tickle-me Elmo doll, and that bitch was like “Elmo! AUListen, listen, tell me why your math teacher made a diss track on you, he said “Yuh! DJ Trunks’ mom smellin’ like a skunk! I slipped the D-D-D-D-D, J, in his mama’s trunks!” Dumb ass boy! Now I’m really gonna get to the rippin, dippin, slippin and flippin. You look like a level 37 fucking Garchomp with an extendo-clip overbite. Your grandmother’s casket is a cheesesteak wrapper, and your grandfather got cremated in an easy-bake oven. NYYYYOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMM. You are weird like shit, boy, now I’m really gonna get back in ya head. You live in a fuckin ostentatious orange, and your grandfather looks like a fuckin, uh, butt flake with Alzheimer’s that can’t remember his butt flake children. You are weird like shit, boy, run that shit back.

HH”, DUMBASS BOY run that shit back. Say something.SHUT YO FUCKING ASS UP BRO GOT A VELOCIRAPTOR FOR FREE BECAUSE YO MAMA IS SO NASTY THAT SHE BOUGHT A FUCKING COMMERCIAL TO LISTEN TO IT FOR 10 YEARS. *inhales* SHUT YO UGLY ASS UP BRO YO MOM AND DAD WERE SO DUMB THAT THEY FALL INTO A SUGAR PICK ME BRO AINT YO REFLECTION WENT OFF BECAUSE YOU GOT DIARRHEA FOR 10 MONTHS *Ohio sounds* SHUT YO UGLY ASS UP BRO YO MAMA WAS SO FAT THAT SHE USED A DISHWASHER INSTEAD OF A MOTHERFUCKING CRINGE TOILET TO WASH THEIR NASTY BOOGER ROCKETING NOSE *dishwasher sounds* SHUT YO MOTHERFUCKING UGLY ASS UP BRO YO MAMA WAS SO CRINGE THST SHE WENT TO OHIO BUT IT WAS 3 AM AND GOT A SWIRLY BY A STEGOSAURUS AND THEN GOT YEETED TO AMERICAN'S WHO DIED IN 1987 *inhales again* SHUT YO UGLY ASS UP BOY YO MAMA WAS SO OVERPOWERED AND CRINGIEST THAT SHE WENT INTO HERSELF AND THEN EDITED HER BRAIN FOR FUN BECAUSE WANTED TO BE DUMB FOR 19 HOURS BECAUSE OF THERMATOLOGISTS*inhales one more time* SHUT YO BUNKO ASS UP BRO YO BROTHER GOT YEETED INTO A MOTHERFUCKING ASSHOLE CRINGE OHIO LIKE GOOFY AHHH SKIBIDI TOILET ASS YO BOIIIIIII BRRRRRR SHUT YO UGLY ASS BRO UP UP UP DOWN DOWN DOWN FNF OHIO CRINGE HOOVER LIKE A BOOGER BRO WTF, WTFFFFF SHUT YO UGLY ASS IP BRO GOT YO MOTHERFUCKING ASSHOLE CRINGE WATAKA LIKE AAAAAA SHUT YO UGLY ASS UP BRO GOT A MINECRAFT DIRT BLOCK FROM OHIO SO YOU CAN MAKE A DIRT BLOCK FROM REAL LIFE BUT YO FRIEND SAID. FRIEND: IS THAT ALL'VE YOU GOT BROTHA? SHUT YO UGLY ASS UP BRO YO MAMA WAS A MAALIIIIIICOOOUSSSSSSSS BABY THAT SHE WENT CRAZY LIKE MOM: mamaaa I'm hungryyy gimme some milkkkk SHUT YO UGLY ASS BRO BRO DEADASS, DEADASS I WANT TK LOOK AT YOUR ENTIRE LIFE RIGHT NOW, TELL ME WHATS WRONG?! SPEAK, SPEAK, ALRIGHT NOW BRO THIS IS GETTING SERIOUS BRO SHUT YO UGLY ASS UP BRO GOT INTO THE MOVIE OF BITE OF 83 BECAUSE WANTED TO HOLD YOUR BALLS AND YEET EVAN WHO DIED IN BITE OF 83 bro shut up BOIIIIIIIII OMG YOUR A DIARRHEA POOP GRIMACE SHAKE LIKE BROOOO WTFFF SHUT YO UGLY ASS UP BRO GOT YO MINECRSFT RADIATING RAGE QUIT AS HELL BRO YO MAMA AND DAD AND YO BROTHER SND YO WHOLE FAMILY JUST GOT DIARRHEA BECAUSE YOU PUT FAKE NUTELLA ON THEIR TOILET LIKE MOM: WHAT DID YOU JUST DO SON?! DAD: WE KNOW YOU DID THIS TO OUR TOILET BUCKO. SHUT YO UGLY ASS UP BRO YO GRANDMA DIED IN A 198 OLD CHAIR BECAUSE WAS TOO HEAVY LIKE AAAAA SHUT YO UGLY ASS UP BRO GOT FAKE HACKS IN SLAP BATTLES IN ROBLOX JUST TO GET BEATDOWN GLOVE LIKE WUD DA HEIIIIIIIII OHHH MA GOD NOWAYYYIEHHHHHHH SHUT YO UGLY ASS UP BRO YO MAMA HAD A DIAPER ON HER HEAD BECAUSE YO MAMA WANTED TO BE A CHEF FOR 10 YEARS MOM: I NEED A DIAPER ON MY HEAD BECAUSE I NEEDED TO BE A CHEF. SHUT YO UGLY ASS UP BRO GOT A SHIT AROUND YOUR UKULELE BECAUSE OF BACTERIA AND MUCUS FROM THE THERMATOLOGISTS *Ohio sounds* SHUT YO UGLY ASS UP BRO YO MINECRAFT DID NOT LOAD BECAUSE YOU GOT MCDONALDS WIFI FOR OVER A YEAR. WORKER: HELLO WHAT CAN I HELP YOU SIR. CUSTOMER: CAN I GET MCDONALDS WIFI?! WORKER: UMM SIR WE DO NOT HAVE WIFI but we got you a new McDonald wifi which costs 100 dollars. SHUT YO UGLY ASS UP LIKE OMGG OMGGGGG SHUT YO FUCKING ASS UP BRO GOT NO COTTON PICKER BRO TRYING TO DING DONG DITCH YOUR FRIENDS AT 3AM BUT GOT A SWIRLY WITH THE GHOST AND THE GHOST KISSED YOUR BUTT BECAUSE SHE/HE WAS A FAN GIRL. BRRRRR SKIBIDI DOP DOP DOP DOP DOP DOP YES YES YES YES YES YES SKIBDIDHWIDNWJJDNWJDIWMNDIWJNE YES YES YES YES YES, SHUT YO UGLY ASS JP BRO CHILL CHILL DEADASS SHIT. BOIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII SHUT YO UGLY ASS UP BRO GOT A BRAND NEW IPHONE 15 BUT YOU THOUGHT ITS AN ACTUAL PHONE BECAUSE IT WAS A LEGENDARY BEN 10 TOY WITH SHIT AROUND IT, BRRRRRRRR SHUT YO UGLY ASS SHIT UP BRO YO MAMA BUYED YOU A NINETEEN YEAR OLD GRANDPA TO JUST YEET HER TO THE MOON AND GRT NO CLIPPED IN THE BACKROOMS BOI.

[rainydaylately]

❥ 𝙜𝙤𝙙 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙬𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣 ❥

❥ 𝙚𝙡𝙞 𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙣𝙨𝙛𝙬 ❥

❥ author's note: HI BICHES welcome to the first fic for this page!!!! i havent many like “request here” type of post but that’ll be up soon but i will be taking request for any paul dano characters + more real soon!!! hope y’all enjoy freaks heart emoji

❥ summary: the town is a bunch of chismosos and shit talk you but who tf cares tbh, eli thinks ur moms a hoe sike ur the hoe and "cleanses" you

❥ warnings: hardcore sex *hearteyes* u also bitch slap eli sunday, fem afab reader i can also make a amab or genderneutral if yall want xoxo gossip girl

it was always a wonder to you on how the church functioned the way it did, scriptures and prayers almost yelled out enough for the heavens to hear with curious ears. definitely, there was really nothing else to do in the meek and dull town residing in scorching california. practically every day the entire town would pass into the church, praying and crying and screaming out to the man in the clouds to help them. forgive them, odd how many were yelled at. begging on their knees for forgiveness like starving dog wishing and slobbering for just a bite of meat.

perhaps it was for the better, a new look for a quaint town. church was always there and welcomed all, but you found it best to keep yourself away from the aura that nipped at you. leaving imaginary stings as it just felt, off. often, you'd walk past the church whenever you went out in town to run daily errands. politely giving sweet "hellos" and "goodbyes" before running off with your group of friends that you adored for days and nights full of gleam and laughter.

nothing grew in the deserted earth of the town, but when you were out having fun it felt like a field of tulips in bloom. standing proud and tall for the sunshine to expose their happiness.

at this age finally leaving adolescence and entering adulthood would be a grand experience, one where you would explore willingly. of course, many people liked to spread rumors about the many townsfolk going out late at night and not coming back till the next day. deeming them "wild" and "improper," funny how many of the most judgmental souls are in reality controlling hypocrites who hide behind the bible.

the older townsfolk had the biggest mouths though, coming up to you with a concerned look on their face. aged hands taking yours with their finger pads stroking against soft skin only to mask their words that wanted to dig under your skin. thick skin being the result of those snobby and back handed compliments, but the one time that your blood began to boil was the comment, "a lady like you needs to slow down, go find yourself a husband to calm you. eli sunday has yet to have a woman of his own, why don't you head by the church for him."

now, in religious practices everyone is taught not to hate, love thyself or whatever eli sunday has mentioned, but you know damn well eli sunday hated you and your guts.

well perhaps you shouldn't have called him a blind sheep leading the herd off a cliff but really that's what he was attempting to do, and successfully doing so as the herd of sheep yelled and threw insults at you. shaming and ridiculing you as you walked out of the chapel that day on an unfortunate afternoon.

but besties that, you never fancied eli sunday or try to talk to him or any of that nonsense. you had your own life and he had his own strange life following the word of a novel that has been altered generation after generation.

once the town began spreading their rumors about you, you never batted your eyelashes. whispers and murmurs whenever you passed by. words spreading like wild fire to the devil's ears, and this devil was eli sunday.

painting himself not to be nosy, he walked up to two elders in the middle of a conversation after mass.

"oh my apologizes, was i interrupting you two?" eli softly asks, like poisoned honey imitating sweetness when in secret is actually lethal.

"goodness no eli, we were just discussing about that girl running around the streets at night. [name] she is, you remember her, yes?"

he nods with a gentle bow, "yes i remember quite well actually," smugly remembering the memories of your snappy remarks as he chuckled to himself.

"that girl has been possessed by a demon," another man joined.

"oh don't be so rude, she's young!" a woman walks into the circle.

"all the more lethal!" an old man shouted.

"now now there no need to yell about this," eli raised his arms up to mellow down the crowd that assembled.

"but eli she's a devil woman!" many of the crowd agreed. conspiring numerous rumors and lies about you and what you were doing all night out.

truly, you weren't doing anything wrong. going out dancing at night, picking fun of overly drunk men at the bars as they attempted to flirt with you before practically passing out on whisky. even just running down the creek with your friends to raise the fabrics of your dresses and pants to step into the water. finding rocks to throw into the water. but alas, many of the judgmental received their kicks in tearing down others but frankly that would never happen. you'd be damned before anyone laid a hand on you.

finally returning after the eventful night, you quietly walked into your house with the scent of fresh bakery from the kitchen. a lovely morning filled with the fresh spring breeze, summer just right by and you debated how you would handle california's hell season with the blistering sun.

you walked to your mother and greeted her with a hug, asking how she was during the time you were gone. you two sat at the dinner table eating the warm pastries as she filled you with all the information.

though, her face shifted. questioning her she responded.

"i've heard about what the towns people are saying about you," she pauses whilst you set down a pastry and folded your hands, "i'm just worried about you."

"worried why? you know the town is only saying things to get some sort of kick," you reply in mostly disbelief towards your mother.

"i know honey," she caressed your hand, "and you know i want whats best for you and for nothing to every happen to you right" you nod.

"well that's why i arranged for eli sunday to have a meeting with you! nothing odd just a short session to rid anything...if anything is there at least!" her tone was laced in sweetness to not upset you. but to have eli sunday? eli sunday who's head looks too big to stand on his neck come and do what? prance around you while shouting a paragraph from the book of lies? hard pass.

it would be an absolute honor for eli sunday to rid of all the sin and evil from your body, in his mind he knew there was some sort of demon inside of you to make you refuse to attend church and choose fun over christ. reading that allowed would definitely sound strange. oh and do not read this text around any hardcore religious adults, fair warning bozos.

eli's hair neatly slicked back with his proper little suit nice and fitted as he walked to your home that evening. your mother being gone as she needed to visit one of the women in charge of fabrics, leaving you and eli alone for the session.

unamused at the knock on your front door, you did not get up from your seat on the couch to answer it. there was another knock followed by silence, then another knock.

"[flop ass name] i've come for our session," he states loud enough for someone to hear inside, "i'll just let myself in."

weirdo. he opens the door revealing you seated upon the couch. bored and not wanting to pay attention to the dressed up man who closed the door behind him.

eli only looks around your house to take in everything, the decorations and the little vase of flowers sitting on a nearby table. his dumb smile plastered on his face as he looks you down, as if to belittle you and show you that he's the one in power at the moment.

"so, your mother wanted me to have a session with you. rid any demons that may have possessed you," he begins, "it'll be simple, i'll check you for any signs and have you say a prayer with me."

"i'm thrilled," you roll your eyes and eli shoots a glare.

eli crouches in front of you with a grimace on his face, "i can already feel it."

"feel what?"

"the demon, it's here."

"how? that's ridiculous,"eli begins to spew nonsense about feeling the presence of the demon, even saying the demon has a hand wrapped around your throat to control you like some sort of puppet. once he finished explaining it grew silent, the look on his face made you laugh. a giggle at first then laughter, the so called horror and fear was all just a mask and you knew it.

"i don't understand what you find so amusing [name], i'm trying to help you," eli became upset.

"no you're not, you're only trying to make yourself look better to the town," you say, "you promise all the redemption and shout prayer after prayer but turn your back whenever an untrue rumor conspires against someone."

"that's not true-"

"yes it is." you cut him off, "it's happened to so many people in the town including me."

the tips of eli's ears began to burn red, becoming angry from your attitude problem.

"those people and you are not following the ideals that god has provided in the bible." he stated.

"to hell with your ideas," your reply to your words was a sting from his hand slapping you. enough to turn your head in shock, turning back with a smile you spoke up, "do it again."

eli's face twists with disdain in contrast with the heat that begun in his chest and up into his face, looking down at you with your smile that laced with evil he sucks in air through his teeth.

"what's wrong eli?" you ask innocently, then raise a hand to caresses his face. it's soft, who would've known.

his hands became clammy when you pushed yourself off the couch and kneeled down with eli, trailing your fingers against the top of his suit.

"you seem tense," you whisper for only eli to hear, "i can fix that."

leaning in, you press a chaste kiss against eli's lips. Shockingly, they're soft. Eli's hands become shaken, clammy as he has no idea what to do or where to put them. Only squeezing his eyes shut before slipping a glance to see your pretty face so close. His mood erratically changed from anger to shock, then to yearning once you pulled away. 

Looking directly at his dumb flushed state, you laugh at him. Confused, eli opens his mouth before shutting it once more in embarrassment. A burning sensation was dusted from the tips of his ears, traveling from his face down to his chest. Only god and himself would know the heat only traveled further downward with the way you inched closer to him. 

"you look so pathetic like this, but i can't help that i like it," you press another kiss against his small lips. There's no love or affection but only hunger and lust, and also inexperience on eli's behalf. It didn't matter though, he was going to become such a nice little plaything for you. 

Seating him on the couch, his shirt was unbuttoned exposing the marks of sin. Dark reds and purples littered across his neck and chest creating its own painting of beauty. The evil would adore it yet the heavens above would find it disgraceful. How dare eli sunday allow this to happen? How dare eli sunday, the priest of the town, the one who everyone turned to confess there sins to was turning his back on them. How dare he quiver and shake as you undid the belt of trousers.

He was pent up and easily turned on, by the looks of it he seemed to at least turn his back on god once or twice. Wondering how he looked teary eyed and on his knees begging for mercy, it lightened you core. Building up a wetness within your panties that would later be addressed. 

"[Name]..." he breaths out as if telling a deep and dark rooted secret that he was afraid god would hear. 

"Yes eli?" you look up from you placement, on your knees with his cock in hand. Not yet starting anything but the simple feeling of your hand had him breathless. "Is something wrong eli?" 

"No i just," he was cut off by his own voice moaning out as you lick a long, slow stipe from the bottom to the top. Taking his head first then agonizingly inching down until your nose met with his pelvis. It was so much in such a short motion that had eli mouth agape, the feeling of cumming already near when he looked down at you with your eyelashes fluttering as you looked up at him. 

Pulling away, you take a breather before sinking back down. This time, bobbing only a few inches whilst you sucked him eagerly. Your hands trailed up against his thighs, using your fingernails to drag across the exposed flesh. Sure enough to leave painful scratches from the treatment. Soon enough, a hand traveled to his hip. Holding it down in attempt to stop his stuttering hips to suck him off better. The mess of spit had traveled down your chin, even dripping against the length of his cock.

With his hips still attempting to thrust themselves more into your mouth, you felt yourself gag around his cock. Going deep enough to make your eyes roll back and tears to drip along your cheeks. 

"fuck i-" Eli realizes the word that left from his mouth. Your hair was tangled around his fingers before he takes another hand to cover his mouth. Thighs trembling as he begins blabbering out apologies. 

"Forgive me please, forgive me for I have sinned," he kept chanting in a pathetic pitch. His moans enlaced themselves with his please before he suddenly whines as he cums in your mouth. Painting the inside of your mouth as your mouth is still around him. 

Pulling your lips off of him, his cock was still rock hard and eager but he began to speak up.

"Please let me taste you," it didn't come out as a question but rather a demanded plea. You smile at him as you sat up on the couch, laying back as Eli began to remove the fabrics of your clothes, leaving you in your underwear as his hands shakily but swiftly remove them. 

Eli dove between your legs like a starved man, sloppily and hungrily lapping your folds with his tongue. the warmth of his tongue was delightful and looking down at him you noticed his eyes were closed and hair disheveled. you grab a fistful of his hair in order for him to slow down, finding the movements that began to make you quiver. 

as his pattern developed your breath was practically gone, gasping and sucking in the air as much as you could. your juices as well as his tongue creating the most disgusting slurping noise, though eli loved it. he moaned against you, fingernails digging into your thighs deep enough to scar little crescents like moon shining into the window. the only witness of this unholy act. 

eli was so lost in your taste, not caring about anything else or whatever punishment he may receive in the future. this couldn't be a sin. no, if the act felt this good it must be from god themself. 

it was adding up when eli attempted to slip a finger inside of you, slow and deep as it stretched you. not painful now, but it filled you with relief when he added a second and began pumping to find another spot. with his tongue and finger working wonders on you, you released on his mouth and he gladly cleaned you up with his tongue. 

eli let his head fall back, waiting for any movement from you yet you didn't budge. 

he glared, "why aren't you-" a slap was met to his face. your breathing was the only thing heard in the quiet living room. the smile to his face was turned you on even more, pulling you in to kiss you as you began your movements. sloppy and deep, hitting the spots hard whilst you were still sensitive from the previous orgasms.

maybe you still hated eli sunday, maybe it was all the pent up tension, or maybe you were the succubus sent down to drag him down to hell. no, eli did not believe there was a demon possessing you. his eyes rolled back as sweat clung to his forehead, hips meeting with yours to hit so perfectly together. 

his mind was racing but also blank, not knowing what to focus his attention on. But he knew damn well his was in love with this feeling. Like he thought before this must be some godly thing that he was expierence. a spiritual awakening is what this had to be. or perhaps you were the god he prayed to each day and night, the one who he seeked forgiveness  to. yes, deinfetly. 

both you and eli were getting so close to your high, having no shame with the with the noises being woven into the quiet night or even the mixtures of reds and purples like a the most ethereal of paints. with the final thrust, eli had come undone beneath you. clinging onto you as you followed along shortly after. intertwined in the night for only whatever god above to judge.

[jbreenr]

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale × Reader

Summary: You wanted to meet Ransom's family, he wanted to make sure you'd never want it again.

Word count: 3k.

Warning: Poorly written smut (+18 only, please), public sex (prompt 11), fingering, unprotected sex (don't do that, kids. be responsible), a bit of dirty talk, the Thrombeys being the Thrombeys. And I think that's it.

A/N: So, after finding out one of my stories was stolen an translated in Wattpad, I did not know if I should post this just yet but, what the hell? Let's do it. Anyway, this is for @stargazingfangirl18 and @navybrat817 's Shameless Hoes for Chris Challenge so, happy belated birthday! Yaaay. 🥳 Hope you like this at least a little and that it's not as bad as my paranoid brain thinks it is. Also, I just love how the prompts fit perfectly together, don't you? As always, lack of vocabulary and grammatical mistakes abound. *apologizes in español*

Wheel results (just attaching evidence):

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Draining, tedious, exasperating. Those were some of the adjectives Ransom associated with Thrombey family reunions. He'd arrive late, have some sort of conversation with his grandfather and leave early to do whatever that took him away from that big house.

Today though, he had a reason to stay for more than half an hour.

If it was up to him, you two would have stayed at home, happy, relaxed, and most importantly, naked in his bed, having a more pleasant time than the one you were most likely about to have. 

He tried to persuade you. Of course he did! But your insistence and puppy eyes made it impossible for him to say no to your request. 

So, here you were, getting out of his car, cake in sweaty hands and an excited smile on your lips, an expression so different from Ransom's, who seemed to be ready to get back behind the wheel and drive straight to Canada.

He didn't knock; he simply opened the door and held it for you to enter. If the three floor house was imposing from the outside, you felt impressed by the inside. Extravagant sculptures, apparently expensive paintings and other kinds of pieces of art were scattered everywhere, telling you just how wealthy and eccentric Ransom's family were. 

“That's Harlan Thrombey! ” You exclaimed as you stood in front of the portrait of your forever favorite author holding a knife and a book.

“So?” Ransom asked, unconcerned.

You turned to him open-mouthed, the cake almost slipping off your palms as you went to playfully slap him in the arm.

“How come you are related to Harlan Thrombey and you didn't tell me?” Your question was more of a shock than an accusation.

The carefree gesture he did with his shoulders only accentuated his next words. “I did not think you would be interested in knowing.”

“I wouldn’t be interested?” Incredulity, flowing out of your lips. “He’s the best thriller author of all time! He’s like today’s Edgar Allan Poe!”

To say that you didn't believe him was an understatement. He knew for a fact that you liked Harlan Thrombey's books, just taking a look at the bookshelf in your apartment was proof enough of that.

“We call him grandpa here.” Said a femenine voice. A brunette walked in your direction, her pretty features hardening as she looked at your boyfriend. “Don't we, Hugh?”

He seemed to be ready to say something but decided not to. Instead he inhaled and placed his hand on your back.

“This is Y/N, the only reason I’m not telling you what you need to hear right now.”

Her eyes rolled in irritation and then turned to you. “I’m Meg. Let's introduce you to the rest of the family, shall we?.” And she dragged you to the room where more people were gathered together, discussing something, not before sending a deadly glare at Ransom.

Given the distance between you and him, you didn't listen to the heavy sigh he let out before waking behind.

“Everyone!” Meg called, making everyone leave whatever they were doing to look at her –and you, in consequence. “Meet Y/N, Hugh's new friend.” She then proceeded to introduce every single member of the family, including the housekeeper and the nurse, except for the grandfather, who apparently had a moment of inspiration and left them momentarily to put his ideas on paper.

None of them left their seat to go and shake your hand except for Meg's energetic mom, who hugged you and expressed how much she loved your coat even though it was soooo last season.

Sitting on a couch next to Ransom, you half expected someone to ask you about how you two met or how long had you been dating or what was it that you did for a living. Nothing. As fast as their attention was on you, it fell from you to their previous discussion.

You now understood why Ransom jokingly suggested deep cleaning the house instead of attending that reunion.

What you weren't aware of, Ransom thought, was that all of them were behaving wonderfully compared to previous times.

You didn't know if you felt more disappointed or uncomfortable. Ransom had left your side to go to the studio for a second and you had barely had any interaction with his family. All of them, dipped in their own matters to even notice your presence. 

Fran, the housekeeper, was kind enough to take the cake to the kitchen and offer you a glass of water, but after giving it to you, she disappeared along with Meg and the nurse. 

“So,” All at once, the room went quiet as Ransom's uncle spoke. “Have you read any of dad's books, Y/N?” Only until you heard your name was that your head snapped up.

“Oh, uhm… yeah. I'm a big fan.” Taken by surprise, you simply answered.

“Really? Which one have you read?”

And to that question, you felt suddenly included in the conversation since you had knowledge of the topic.

“I'm like fifty pages from finishing 'The Needle Game' and intrigue is eating me alive.” As you heard the excitement in your voice, you tried to compose yourself and said “Though 'Nick Of Time' is my favorite.” You smiled at him, hoping that your answer was a good one.

The woman that was introduced to you as Ransom's mother nodded as she licked her lips. The light of the fireplace, reflecting on her glasses as she moved her head up and down.

“Have you read 'Ultimatum' or 'Drop In The Pocket', dear?” Her tone was curious, but the look on her face said differently.

You responded anyway. “They're not bad. I feel like the ending of 'Drop In The Pocket' was a little vague and out of line but it can always be interpreted as an open ending so…” The change in their expressions told you that you had to add something else to that answer. Maybe it was not time for literature humor yet. “But I enjoyed both.”

She hummed and took her drink, detaching from the talk that continued with courtesy questions until it morphed into a heated discussion between Ransom's father and uncle, who would repeatedly ask for your opinion to back up his own.

The discomfort you felt, dispelled to be replaced by the disturbance of being bombarded with dozens of questions at a time, each louder than the other until they changed to a completely different topic to which you were occasionally included as a neutral point of view.

“She knows what she's talking about!” Said Richard at some point when you confirmed one of his arguments. “Thank you, dear.”

Ransom came back from his obligatory argument with his grandfather to find you nowhere to be seen. 

“She's using the bathroom.” Informed Jacob, who did not take his eyes off of his cellphone. 

Thinking that you went there to hide, he started his way to your potential direction until an overheard observation from his mother stopped him halfway through. 

“… Did you hear how she talked about dad's work? Oh, I assure you she won't make it to next week with Ransom.”

Her and Richard's backs were to him, both of them unaware that their son was listening to their share of opinions.

“And did you see her hands?” Joni joined the criticism contest. “She could use some moisturizer, I tell you.”

As usual, they ignored her attempt to fit in and kept going.

“I know it's contradictory to say this,” Richard paused, as to make his point clear. “But he could do better.”

Despite their whispering, Ransom heard every single word and was glad that you were not there to see what was about to happen… 

Ransom's words stuck on his throat when he saw you making your way out of the bathroom, fixing the skirt of your dress, with such niceness and warmth directed to him as you smiled, oblivious to the fact that the people you were trying to get to like you weren't going to. 

His parents were right. He could do better. He could determine to not see them ever again and it would be the best thing to happen to him… Besides you, obviously.

“What's wrong?” Your concern was evident, just as his annoyance was undeniable.

Cold hands caressed his cheeks and Ransom thought of going back to Joni and tell her to fuck off. Your touch was soft, comforting, and gave him the greatest idea he'd ever had.

“I want to show you something.” Was his answer. It was better if you were the one who decided to never step on that house for the rest of your lives. It didn't matter if it was out of embarrassment.

Taking your hand in his, he guided you up the stairs to the first landing. The creaking sound of the old structure, probably alerting everyone in the other room that you were going to the next floor.

“Are you okay?” The sweet giggle that you let out when he abruptly stopped, almost making him feel bad about what he was seconds away from doing. 

“Better than ever.” And he stamped his lips to yours. 

Taken aback, it took you a second to respond. Hands on each side of his face as his own explored your body. When his fingers lifted your dress to caress your ass cheeks was when you ended the kiss. 

“What are you doing?” You asked in a breathless whisper. “Not that I'm complaining.”

You were cornered against the wall with Ransom towering in front of your smaller frame.

Trying to escape from whatever he had in mind was useless, you knew that much. Though, you were not sure if you really wanted to escape.

“What I've been wanting to do ever since you got a shower without me this morning.” His lips found your jaw and descended to your neck where he sucked to create a bruise. Your eyes closed to the sensation.

“Wait. No, wait.” His fingertip that had started rubbing your still clothed bud paused it's motions as his eyes focused back on your face. “We can't do it. Not here.”

Ransom's finger went back to work, bringing a soft moan that you tried to suppress. “Why not? No one's gonna come here.” His other hand moved up your thigh to lift it. “Even if they did, they wouldn't notice.”

With an expert swing of his wrist, he moved your panties aside, letting the cold air that wandered inside the house hit you before his skilled middle finger entered you while still managing to rub your clit in circles with his thumb.

Adrenaline ran through your veins, fuel activating every nerve in your body and shaking away fear from your brain, replacing it with lust and boldness.

“I'm blaming you if we get caught.” Your hips jolted forward wanting to feel more of his hand, the contradiction between your words and actions, making him smirk.

He added a second finger. Knuckles deep and his cold ring slowly warming against the inside of your thigh, he said, “I'll take responsibility, sweetheart.” Pumping his fingers in and out, he felt your slick running down the back of his hand to his wrist, wetting his overly expensive watch and the cuff of his cozy sweater .“But I can't assure you we won't get caught.”

His words, instead of working as a bucket of cold water as one would expect, increased your need to be touched by him, the yearning for him to take you right there and then. 

“Damn it, Ransom.” One of your hands flew to his shoulder to hold onto him for dear life. “I'm close.”

“You're not cumming unless I'm inside you, pretty thing.” At what point did he unfasten his belt and unzipped his trousers, you had no idea. The friction of his digits was gone in a second but the feeling of his already leaking tip rubbing against your most sensitive parts was enough to make you forget about those trifles.

Your lips opened, ready to tell him to keep his voice down when he suddenly thrusted home, stretching you out so deliciously that you had to cover your mouth to muffle the moan that threatened to inform everyone of your current activities.

Ransom's breathing hitched. Being inside you was a dream come true, feeling your walls enveloping his cock so fucking good… it was like you were made for each other, and he was going to prove it, even if his family didn't really get to know.

His hips started moving. Back and forth, back and forth. Delicately at first, letting you adjust to his size but the second he felt you throbbing around him, he increased the pace. Little by little his pounds gained power and energy.

Your whimpers –stuck in your throat, leaving only soft snuffles that crashed against Ransom's cheek, soon became more rapid, erratic and as his fingers dug in the flesh of your thigh to keep you still while he accommodated to go even deeper you heard a creaking noise.

Your boyfriend's blue eyes met yours, his movements never faltering despite the alert given by the dark wooden floor under your feet.

There was a conflict in your head, and Ransom could tell. The way you tightened and the pleading look on your face told different stories, yet Ransom knew they had the same ending.

Shaking your head, your eyes asked him not to do it, but you knew Ransom well enough to be sure that not even begging could stop him. 

“You love it, don't you?” His smile grew bigger as his change of position allowed him to hit your sweet spot on and on, ripping high pitched whines from you and obligating you to close your eyes. “The thought of getting caught. The image of someone seeing how good I make you feel.” The placement of his foot, making the landing creak repeatedly each time he pushed up accompanying every word. “Fuck, you're talking me so well. Such a dirty girl, uh.”

His big hand yanked the strap of your dress down, exposing your left boob. Your already hard nipple was soon attacked by Ransom's fingertips. He'd pinch and twist it slightly, just enough to make your back arch in search of his touch.

Pleasure was overflowing your senses, you could feel your heart thudding in your ears and your legs losing strength. Your hand left your mouth to grip at the back of Ransom's neck to keep you from falling.

The sight of your lower lip trapped between your teeth didn't please Ransom. In other circumstances, he would've let you stay that way, as quiet as possible so no one would walk on you. This time though, it was his intention to rip the most delicious sounds from your lips so you thought of the possibility of his family listening.

And so, he lent to kiss you, passion and desire transmitted through his breath. His tongue asked for a permission that was not really required, but as you let it in, Ransom took the opportunity to bite down your lip.

With your lips forcefully parted and Ransom's restless hand traveling back to your bundle, you had no other option than to moan with each quick circle his digits drew.

A series of laughs and undistinguished words were heard from a distance. Both Ransom and you turned to see what they were about, stopping in your tracks with him still buried deep inside your needy cunt.

“Guess dinner's ready.” Unbothered about the information he just gave, he hid his face in the crook of your neck and resumed his movements.

A shaky oh, fuck fell from your lips as you felt the familiar knot in your stomach forming. Your head flew back, hitting the wall with a soft thud. 

“Careful. We don't want to be obvious, do we?” You knew you were about to explode, and by the way your walls were clenching and your trembling body tried to separate from him, Ransom knew as well. “Let go, sweetheart.” A roar erupted from him as he felt you tightening around his length. “Cum for me.”

With a last, powerful thrust of his hips, you let out a silent scream. The coil snapped, making you see a kaleidoscope of colors behind your eyelids and listen to a loud ring in your ears. 

Ransom followed right after, cursing as he finished inside of you, coating you with every last drop and making sure everything would stay there.

He slid out, leaving you with a feeling of emptiness as he zipped his trousers and took a step back to let you fix your appearance.

You managed to accommodate your dress just in time for Ransom's family to walk out of the room they were in to see you. Your agitated breathing and blushed cheeks, getting everyone's attention. 

“Are you okay, dear?” Ransom's dad asked.

“She's fine.” Your boyfriend answered for you. “She's feeling a little sick. I better take her home.” He took you by the hand and helped you down the stairs to the door, which you thanked. Had he not done it, you would have tripped taking the first step.

“But she hasn't met grandpa yet.” Meg noted, furrowing her brows.

“It'll be next time.” And with that, Ransom took you out of the house and in the passenger seat of his car without giving anyone the chance to say goodbye.

When you were at a considerable distance, you sighed, letting out the air you didn't know you were holding.

“Just so you know, there won't be a next time.” You informed him, against your want to meet his grandfather.

“Why not?” He asked with a chuckle, already knowing the answer. 

“Cause embarrassment won't let me come back in the near future.”

Behind an eye roll and a tap on your thigh, Ransom hid the triumphant grimace his perfectly carried out plan gave him.

[barrysjumpsuit]

more than anything (jj x oc)

fandom:  outer banks

jj x oc

word count: ~2.2k

I have been in SUCH  writing rut due to academia and this started to pull me out of it. Not sure how much more I’ll write to post, but if people like this, hopefully there will be more!! Two short sections introducing my OC and her relationship with JJ. If I do post any more fics, they’ll (probably) be this pairing :) primarily fluff/angst

triggers: cannabis use, drinking, mentions of abuse

Short blurb: Life can’t get much better for Rebecca than spending a day on the water with her best friends, smoking and drinking the way away. That night, the day’s events lead to exhausted confessions from JJ. 

I woke up and knew it would be a good day.

I sat on the end of the dock. I felt good for once, and wasn’t worried about anything or anyone. A cooler sat beside me, full of snacks, beers, and a couple joints.

The sun was slowly rising in front of me. The breeze was cool and damp; I knew it would warm up nicely. I dipped my toes in the water while I waited for the boys.

Soon enough, I hear the familiar sound of the HMS Pogue. I peeked over my sunglasses at the boys and grinned. John B was posing proudly as captain, and JJ was standing on the bow, his shirt unbuttoned and fluttering in the wind. It was an old tan fishing shirt he had found washed up on the beach and insisted on keeping. “Land ho!” he called, extending a hand towards me and winking.

“Did you just call me a hoe?” I asked, picking up the cooler with one hand and grabbing JJ’s with my other. He helped me onto the boat and scoffed.

“Rebecca Anne Casey, I would never.” He acted appalled, then sneakily tried wiggling a hand inside the cooler for a smoke.

“Hey, wake and bake and you’ll be out the rest of the day,” I reminded him, slapping his hand away.

“Yes, mom,” he grumbled dramatically, pouting at me. I just squeezed his cheeks, stowed the cooler, and started making my way to the back of the boat.

“Good morning, JB,” I said, kissing him on the cheek.

“Morning, Becks,” he said, grinning at something. I assumed it was JJ’s dismay, that John B got a kiss and he didn’t.

We then picked up Kiara and Pope. JJ eventually made his way to the back of the boat where I had settled down. He sat beside me and I leaned up against him as he put an arm around me and gently began massaging my scalp, after opening two beers using the butt of his lighter. We tapped them together as a cheers.

“Do you have anything you need to get done today?” he asked, swirling the beer around in the glass bottle. The taste of the cheap lager mingled in my mouth.

I shook my head. “Not a damn thing.”

JJ grinned, his teeth pressed against the top of his Corona bottle. “Good. You’re all mine, then.”

He quickly pressed his lips against my temple, pushing me over so I was laying on the worn cushion. I grabbed his shirt, pulling him onto me. I kissed his lips, tasting the beer on his breath, before pushing him back up.

JJ was smirking while he helped me up to sit beside him again. “What’s that look?” I asked, but his smirk turned into a devilish grin.

We were distracted as John B cut the motor. Our favorite fishing spot was in the marshes – drum were good there in particular. We could sell them for a good price at the market.

Easy beer money.

We used shrimp as part of our bait. JJ threw one at Pope, who immediately threw it right back at him. I rolled my eyes and cast my line, catching the spinner before it flew too far into the marsh.

John B got the first bite. He pulled in a decent enough sized drum and tossed it in the livewell. Pope soon followed, hauling in a tiny mackerel.

“Holy mackerel,” JJ commented dryly. “Pope, you’ve got the catch of the day, my friend!” This earned the mackerel being thrown at him; it bounced off him and splashed back into the sea.

It was a decent day’s worth of fishing. We were trolling along through the marsh. At about noon, I lit up a joint, having to shield my lighter’s flame from the crisp breeze. The sun was directly overhead and I was a bit too warm; I took my t-shirt and shorts off, much to JJ’s delight.

I felt like I was exposing myself in my ill-fitting swimsuit. I had recently gained weight – not a lot, but some - and my best-fitting bikini was still slightly too small, pressing into my skin in ways I didn’t like. I immediately sat down in the back of the boat, pulling my knees up to my chest, trying to hide my stomach.

Nobody noticed but JJ. He bit his lip before taking a drag off the joint. Stepping delicately off the side of the boat and towards me, he crouched down in front of me. “You okay?”

I nodded silently.

“Liar. Talk to me.”

“My bathing suit doesn’t fit,” I muttered. “I don’t want to accidentally give anyone a show they don’t want.”

JJ set his jaw. He knew the second part of my statement was an excuse – we had all seen each other naked plenty of times before, and none of us were particularly fashionable besides Kie.

“Becks,” JJ started. I pulled the joint from his hand and took another drag while he prepared his words. “Own this shit. Babe, you’ve always been smokin’ hot.” I blew smoke in his face, and he scowled. “Smartass. The only part of you anyone should look at is here,” he continued, putting a hand on either side of my face. “I hope that when people look at your face, they see what I see. They see a friend, a badass surfer chick, and someone whose line is about to get pulled to sea.”

It took a moment for his words to click. “Shit,” I grunted, and we rushed over to where my pole was mounted on the side of the boat. I started reeling, and the fish fought hard. JJ held onto me, encouraging me, while John B leaned over the side of the boat with the net as the fish was brought in close enough for him to grab it.

“She’s heavy!” John B exclaimed. JJ grabbed the fish by its mouth and pulled it from the net.

The black drum bellowed, making us all laugh. “That’s photo worthy,” Kiara had said, and suddenly the fish was in my lap with JJ and John B on either side of me, smiling for Kiara’s camera.

“That fish is enough for a gram or two,” JJ said, pinching the joint between his fingers while John B put the fish into the livewell. I smiled. He was wearing an old, backwards cap and his faded green swim trunks with that raggedy fishing shirt. A mess, but my favorite mess, and he managed to pull the look off in a way that only JJ could. It might have been due to the weed, but I felt myself melting into my seat, watching everyone, a smile tugging on the corners of my mouth.

JJ danced around the boat, taking turns giving everyone hell. At one point, Kiara started distributing lunch to everyone, and sat down beside me. She had managed to swipe a to-go order from the Wreck that hadn’t been picked up the previous day.

Kiara leaned her neck on my shoulder after we finished eating, and I laid my head on hers. We sat like that for a while. I was riding a nice, mellow high. Eventually, the boys called it a day and we slowly started back to the fish market, where John B and JJ would sell our fish.

For now though, JJ nestled himself beside me and Kiara. He laid his head in my lap, kicking his feet up on the side of the boat, and I ran my fingers through his hair, despite the sweat and sea spray that made it damp.

I knew how JJ was when we smoked on these fishing trips. He soon fell asleep; Kiara and I braided his hair, John B watching with a sly grin while Pope laid on the front of the boat.

They called the Outer Banks “paradise on Earth”. It was something I laughed at for the longest time, but now, I could see where they got it from.

I was content, sun-kissed, and a little stoned. Life couldn’t get much better than this.

--

That evening, I kept the ball rolling. I sustained my high, nursing beers throughout the afternoon so that by midnight there was a slight crossfade accompanied by the beginnings of a hangover. My trip had turned into a bad one, so I had curled up on one end of the couch in the Chateau, withdrawn from the conversations around me.

“Are you tired?” JJ whispered, sitting down on the arm of the couch next to me. His eyes were soft, but I could tell he was drunk himself. I nodded, and he slid off the arm to help me up. “Come on, let’s go.”

“You hittin the hay?” John B asked, and I nodded sleepily.

“Goodnight!” Kie said, kissing my cheek, and Pope echoed her words.

JJ walked me to our bedroom in the Chateau with his arm around my shoulders. “Do you wanna get changed?” he asked, and I begrudgingly changed from the t-shirt and shorts I had been wearing all day to a clean shirt and comfy shorts.

My body ached, and I was exhausted. I rolled onto my side to face him, curling up and closing my eyes.

“Do you want a blanket?” he asked quietly, despite the summer heat and humidity that percolated the Chateau.

I knew, though, that I would get cold throughout the night. I always did. JJ knew, too. I nodded, and he lightly tucked a light throw around me.

“Thanks, Jay,” I murmured, nestling up in it.

“Anything for you,” he replied.

It took me by surprise. I opened my eyes to find myself looking into his. He gave me soft smile, but I could tell something was wrong. He’s an open book, especially when he drinks and smokes.

“JJ…” I whispered. I reached out from under the blanket and cupped the exposed side of his face with my hand. He closed his eyes at my touch. “Baby, talk to me.”

It wasn’t often that I used pet names. Baby. Where did that come from? JJ inhaled before opening his eyes and sighing. “I just worry about losing you. That’s all.”

I knew that wasn’t all. I knew he was worried about me, for whatever reason, but he was worried about himself. He was worried something would happen – with his dad, with himself – that would render him unable to care for me. Or that I would somehow leave, and he would have to face his demons himself. He needed me as much as I needed him.

I had been close with JJ for as long as I could remember. We met, along with John B, in the third grade, and had been thick as thieves ever since. I was there for the whole deevoloution of JJ’s father and home life. He had shared that with me – and John B to an extent, but he didn’t share everything with him. John B was cool, suave, popular, and close with his father. JJ didn’t want to give him insight to that part of his life. He didn’t want to feel any more vulnerable than he felt every second of the day.

He shared that with me. My family was distant as well. Maybe it helped that I was a girl. Throughout out childhood and into our adolescence, we were each other’s number one caretakers. We would tap on each other’s windows at night when things got bad. By the time our group grew to include Kiara and Pope, we had grown to rely on our sense of family. Our family, our little circle, was the most important thing.

Thus, no Pogue-on-Pogue macking.

I think that we had always loved each other, but never realized it until a few years ago. As we aged, we began to express our feelings for each other in other ways. Intimacy, touching, kisses. When we became “official”, no one said anything or brought up the rules.

At one point, I remember John B pulling me aside. He held my hands, facing me. “You know you’re his lifeline, right? You’re the most important thing in his world.”

At the time, I had just nodded. It was after JJ arrived at the Chateau, bleeding and delirious. He didn’t let anyone touch him and was completely shut down. I eventually got through to him, spending the next few hours cleaning his wounds, washing the blood from his body, and coaxing him into bed.

That was the worst I had ever seen him. I promised him that it would never happen again.

Every time JJ cried, I was reminded of that night. Now, several silent tears rolled down his cheeks. One hit my hand. “I’m not going anywhere if I can help it, and I doubt I’d be able to get rid of you that easily. Come here.”

Then, JJ was burying his face in my chest, arms wrapped around me and pulling me close.

“I love you, JJ.”

Neither of us were very affectionate with our words, and used the love word sparingly, mostly because we had both been lied to many times.

He nodded against me. “I love you more than anything, Rebecca.”

[trashinaglass-archive]

Surprise

Y/n throws a surprise party for Harrison

Warnings: Kinda suggestive at the beginning

Request: Hi! You are very good writer and I really like your ffs🥰 Could you write something about surprise birthday party for x reader? Thanks for your works❣️

A/n: I’m a hoe for Harrison and I hope he has the happiest birthday

July 4. Harrison’s twenty-third birthday.

You were so excited for what you had planned for the day. You slid out of bed slowly, careful not to wake the sleeping boy beside you and headed outside to make a few phone calls to ensure your plans are finalized.

“Bloody hell, you’re up early,” Tom said as you called him first.

You let out a laugh at his comment, “you’re telling me. Where are you currently?”

“Just got off the plane. Sam is waiting outside,” he told you.

“Okay, are there many fans or paps around?” You asked, nervous that they’d post a picture and Harrison would see. Tom and Harrison have been best friends for forever, but recently they’ve spent a lot of time apart. You thought it would be the perfect surprise for Tom to fly in just for Haz’s birthday.

“I haven’t noticed any, but you never know.”

“Okay. So you’re set for lunch and dinner tonight?”

“Yes. I can’t wait, y/n. I’ve missed you guys so much,” he said. You could hear a car door open and close followed by Sam’s voice greeting his brother.

“We’ve missed too, movie star,” you told him, knowing it would make him tick. “I’ll see soon, bub.”

“Yeah, bye peasant.” You smiled as you pulled the phone away from your ear and ended the call, immediately dialing a new number. You talked over tonight- how it would go, who would be there, and what would happen. You were so excited.

Hanging up the phone, you walked back inside and snuck back into the bedroom, seeing Harrison still asleep. You gently crawled onto the bed to hover over his sleeping body. “Harrison,” you whispered in his ear and placed a kiss to his jaw. He moved slightly, letting out a soft ‘hm’ but not waking up. Your hand reached out to softly scratch down his chest, kissing his neck until your hand reached the waistband of his shorts.

“Is this how you wake all your men?” Harrison asked, his voice rough from sleep. You bit your lip, smiling up at him as he opened his eyes to look at you finally.

“Only the special ones,” you teased, pulling his waistband up and letting it slap against his skin. “Happy birthday, love.” You gave him a good morning kiss, soft and slow, relishing in each other’s taste before pulling away. “You know if I was a perfect girlfriend, I would have a grand breakfast waiting for you downstairs, but I’m only a good girlfriend so I’ll ask what would you like for breakfast.”

Harrison laughed at your comment. “Honestly, all I want is to stay in bed. We can do lunch later instead.” The suggestion made you smile. It sounded like the perfect start to the day- laying together until you decided to face the outside world.

“Whatever you want, gorg.” You placed another kiss to his lips before laying your head on his chest. His hands began to sift and play with your hair making you want to fall back asleep. “How did you sleep last night?”

“Good- I actually had a dream that Tom flew in for my birthday. I must miss him a lot more than I thought,” he told you.

“That’s wild,” you replied, unsure what else to say. “I’m sure he’s thinking of you, wherever he is.”

“Yeah,” he said quietly before moving to grab his phone off the nightstand. He was silent as he scrolled through his phone making you feel a little bad.

“Anything good?” You asked him.

“Nah, nothing,” he said and placed his phone on the mattress beside him. You knew it was bothering him.

Charolette helped you plan for his surprise party and one of her ideas was for you to forget his birthday. The classic trick. But you told her that you didn’t think you would be able to do that to him so she decided she and his mom would do that instead. You felt bad but going along with it was your only choice.

The time passed and your lunch date was quickly approaching. “Ready to go to lunch?” You asked him as you finished changing, excited for him to see his best friend again.

“Not as much as you are, I’d say,” he replied with a laugh. You smiled at him, proud of yourself for not giving anything away yet. “You look pretty excited.”

“It’s your birthday, gorg! Of course I’m excited,” you said, grabbing his hand to go outside. “Let’s go!”

“Okay, I’m going,” Harrison laughed.

. . .

You smiled as you walked into the restaurant, looking up at your birthday boy with excitement. He stopped when he noticed the boy sat at the table.

“What the fuck?” He asked immediately, his hand covering his face. Tom stood up, his face a replica of Harrison’s as he approached his friend, arms wide open.

“Happy birthday, mate,” Tom said as he and Harrison embraced in a tight hug.

“I’m the best,” you joked, making the two boys laugh. “Look at this moment I created. I love you guys.” You wrapped your arms around them, turning it into a group hug.

“When did you get back?” Harrison asked Tom.

“Early this morning. Y/n made sure I was given a few days break to visit for your birthday.” Harrison looked at you after Tom told him what you did.

“What? I told you I’m the best,” you repeated. Both boys laughed and you all sat down, eating and chatting with each other. Tom shared stories of his current job and you shared stories of what you and Haz had been up to.

Tom and Harrison decided to go home to hang out and probably play video games together. While they were together you took the opportunity to pop out and help set up for dinner.

“I’m going to run some errands,” you announced, giving Harrison a kiss on the cheek. “I’ll be back soon.”

“Do I get a kiss too?” Tom asked, sticking his cheek out. You walked over to him, kissing your hand and tapping it against his face. “Cheers- thanks, mate,” he said sarcastically. You smirked and waved as you left the room.

. . .

“Hello hello,” you greeted as you entered the room, Harrison’s sister and mom already in the restaurant. “How’s it going?” You asked as you hugged them.

“All is well so far,” Phil told you. “We have to put the decorations up and get the cake, and I think we’ll be set.”

“Okay, what are we thinking?” You ask and follow her instructions to decorate the room- table covers, balloons, and streamers strategically placed for the perfect set up. Phil made sure to add sweet baby pictures around for viewing also. Haz would be super embarrassed, but you loved it.

“Looks good,” Charlotte commented as she returned with the cake.

“I think so too,” you replied. “I’m gonna go back home and get my boys ready for tonight. This is going to be so much fun.”

. . .

“Y/n!” Harrison yelled as you entered the flat. “What took so long?”

“I got my nails done, and they had a full house so it took a while. What did you guys do while I was out?”

“I kicked Tom’s ass at fifa,” he told you proudly.

“Is that why the ball of energy is being so quiet?” You joked as you saw Tom walk around the corner with a slight pout.

“No,” he moodily replied. “I let him win- only because it’s his birthday.”

“Whatever you say, moviestar,” you laughed. Tom picked up a spoon that was left on the counter and threw it at you- hating the nickname you and his dad teased him with. You turned to your boyfriend, wrapping your arms around his waist. “I figured for dinner we could go to that place you really like. Have a nice evening out?”

“We don’t have to. We can just stay in if that’s easier,” he suggested, making you feel a little nervous.

“But I want to, Haz. We don’t go there often so tonight would be a perfect opportunity. A birthday treat.”

“If you insist,” he said softly, placing a kiss to your lips.

“I do,” you confirmed giving him another quick peck before pulling away. “And I know exactly what I want you to wear! Come on!”

You dragged Harrison through the house and into your bedroom, Tom following. You walked into the closet pulling out a striped shirt with a jacket and pants along with a pair of shoes. You handed it all to Harrison and held your hands out, awaiting his reaction.

“I don’t know- it’s not really my color,” he said looking at the shirt, a smirk on his lips.

“Stop it, everything’s your color.”

“I’m joking. I really do like this a lot.”

“Thank you,” you told him before turning to Tom. “And you can wear whatever.” You turned to walk into the closet and changed into your own outfit for the night.

“You aren’t going to dress me too? I don’t want to look underdressed because you styled him but not me,” Tom complained.

“Get a girlfriend- she’ll do that for you,” you told him. Harrison laughed at your comment and began dressing in your chosen outfit.

“You’re my girl-best-friend, that’s part of your job too,” he tried to reason.

“Get out of here. My only job is to bicker with you and oppose everything you say.” You walk out of the closet, a white romper replacing the t-shirt and shorts you wore earlier, a pair of heels in hand. Tom raised his hands in surrender.

“Not bickering with the lady holding sharp shoes in her hand.”

“Just wear that- you look fine,” you told him and moved to stand in front of Harrison. “But you look hot.”

“Thank you, love. I thought you’d like this,” he said, pulling on the sides of the jacket. You lightly smacked his chest reminding him that you were the one to pick it out in the first place. “Let’s get going.”

. . .

You stepped out of the car first, sending a quick text to Charolette that you had arrived. You took a second to situate your romper before grabbing Harrison’s hand in yours following him inside.

Your free hand gripped his arm as you leaned up to whisper in his ear, “I love you.” Placing a kiss to his cheek as you entered the room, everyone yelling ‘surprise’. You felt Harrison jump back in shock, his hand going over his heart.

“What the hell?” He laughed, seeing his friends and family. He greeted them all with a hug.

“Happy birthday,” Charolette hugged her brother.

“Yea- thanks for remembering. I really was about to get angry at you and Mum for forgetting,” he said.

“We would never forget, love,” Phil said, hugging him too. “Charolette wanted y/n to act like she forgot, but she turned it on us.” She sent you a wink explaining the plan.

“I wouldn’t have been able to go through with it,” you told him with a shrug.

“That would’ve been a total cliché too,” he teased making Charolette roll her eyes.

“Just go enjoy the party I helped plan.”

. . .

“Did you have fun?” You asked as you walked into your house, the party finally finished. The both of you finally alone.

“So much fun. Thank you for everything you did today,” he told you, his hand moving to your lower back. “You really are the best girlfriend ever.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck leaning up to kiss him. “And I have the best boyfriend ever.”

This is all over the place and not the best. Hope yall enjoyed

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[i-jus-wanna-writehappy]

As Old As Time [3/?]

Pairing: teen!Richie Tozier x black!fem!Reader

Warnings: cursing

Author's Note: Howdy! Long time, huh? I apologize for my sudden hiatus, but I’m feeling a lot better now and will be posting regularly again (I hope). This had been sitting in my drafts 90% done for a while. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this piece and don't hesitate to give your plot suggestions! P.S. I one unicillion percent picture Robert Sheehan as older Richie, who you you see?

Tags: @thotyana-in-this-hoe @neeadinghugs

Masterlist Black Girl Insert Series

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3

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"And, that way, if you were to be alive when scientists turn us all into merpeople, we would already have thought up how to procreate, so we would be famous scientists and then you could spend all school afternoons with me instead of working." Richie finishes up as you make your way up the stairs to your door.

Shaking your hand out of Richie's, you grab the open flap of his shirt before he can get any closer to the door, "Before we go in, I am warning you that my parents are tough. You will not be allowed upstairs, so please, while I'm grabbing new shoes and washing the grape soda from my legs, please cuss as little as you can and don't make any jokes about sleeping with me. Or my mom."

Richie nods and grabs the doorknob, "I think I know not to be a jackass in front of your parents, Y/N. They definitely wouldn't let me bang you after that." Before you can scold Richie, he's rolling his eyes, "I'm not completely stupid, Y/N, besides, parents love me. I'm gonna charm the shit out of your parents, and you're gonna owe me one hell of an apology."

Snorting, you push Richie's hand from the doorknob and insert your key, "Hey Mommy, hi Dad. I have to change into some running shoes. This is Richie, he walked me home." You're running up the stairs before your mother has made her way to the base of them.

"Are you the boy that was banging on my door this morning?" She asks with a harsh brow. Richie has heard myths of the wrath of a black mother, and if he's being completely honest, he's as excited as he is terrified. He is one of the chosen few to get the relationship talk. "Yes ma'am. Richie Tozier. I didn't mean to cause a disturbance, I just thought Y/N stood me up."

Lifting a brow, your mom gestures for Richie to follow her into the dining room, "Stood you up? Y/N didn't tell me she had a date." Richie takes a seat at the dining room table with your father, "Well, to be fair, I didn't exactly tell her it was a date. I was the one who was super vague, then I came over here all butt hurt. We went to the movies today though, and we're gonna meet some of my friends at the parade."

Your mom hums softly, amused with the chatty boy looking around her dining room. "Turkey or ham, Richie?" Richie takes a pause in looking at the pictures on the nearby shelf and adjusts his glasses, "Oh. Um, ham."

"What do you guys do at the parade?" Your dad asks, taking a bite from his own sandwich. Richie scoffs, "Nothing exciting. It's a shitty parade, but Y/N might like it. And I'll get to show her around town." Richie was a little nervous about your father, but despite your warning, both of your parents seem like a delight to him.

Richie's about to ask for embarrassing childhood stories when your mom puts a plate in front of him, hearty sandwich in tow. "Thanks." Richie says, nearly dumbfounded by what has to be the king of cold cut sandwiches.

Lifting the article, Richie takes a bite, groaning in approval, "This is so good. I gotta tell ya, I love my mom, and I thought I loved her sandwiches, but I'm afraid that the next time she gives me two slabs of bread with a slice of cheese and a sliver of meat, I will be obligated to tell her to kiss my ass."

You enter the dining room just at this moment, your mouth falling open. Time seems to move in slow motion while you wait for your mom to slap the taste out of both of you, but she just laughs and takes your dad's plate, "Tell her I'm happy to lend her the recipe."

Your sigh of relief gives you away and Richie points to his sandwich, "Y/N, your mom is the best cook. Have you had one of these sandwiches? They're fucking art." Richie still has most of his sandwich to go, so you sit beside him at the table, "You should taste her actual cooking."

As soon as you say it, a light bulb goes off in Richie's mind, "Yeah! Can I stay for dinner tonight?" He's speaking around a mouthful of sandwich, but the question is understandable. "I'd love to have you over for dinner Richie, but you need to ask your parents before I let you place responsibility for your life in my hands. I'll be happy to let you go home today and eat with us tomorrow. I'll take your plate and you and Y/N can go on to the parade."

Giving your mom and dad a quick kiss before you go, you try to leave before they can ask about your need for new shoes and socks. Just before you close the door, your mom calls for you and you're sure you're busted, but instead of questioning you, she laughs softly and moves where you can see her from the door, "Have fun on your date."

Richie hears and pokes his head back inside, "Thanks, Mrs. Y/L/N." He says, remembering the name doodled on your notebook. Richie closes the door behind the two of you and hops cheerfully down the stairs, "That went great! Hey, do you think your mom would care about cheating on your dad with a white dude, because, my dad -"

You cut him off before he can finish whatever silly thing he was about to say, "You told my parents this was a date?" For the briefest of moments, Richie looks embarrassed, but he uses the special Tozier method of getting himself in order quickly and shrugs a shoulder, "I told them that earlier was a date. They probably just took this as a date, which makes sense."

Scoffing, you step into the street and toss the basketball there to the other side of the street onto the sidewalk, "All of your friends are going to be there. That doesn't make sense." Richie retaliates by pulling a cigarette from his pocket, "Then it'll be a group date."

Now the two of you stand in a face off in the middle of the sidewalk, you brandishing your pen, and Richie with his cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth as he lights it. "None of them will have dates." You point out, but Richie refuses to give up, "You will though. You're welcome."

Snorting, you break your little stand-off and continue walking, "We're all just going to be hanging out." You add dismissively. Richie gives a nod and a puff of smoke, "Definitely. We'll all be hanging out, on our date. Now, do you know where the parade is, or are you gonna wait a moment so I can take that precious hand of yours and lead you?"

"Or, you can actually move so I'm not the only one walking and we can get there on time." You stop, waiting for Richie to get beside you. Once he's by your side, Richie hold his hand out for yours, "You ready now?" Shaking your head with a soft snort, you put your hand in Richie’s, “Lead the way, Tozier.”

[id-rather-be-an-outsider]

Sunflower Dreams | pt I

Aaron Davis (Spiderverse) x Reader

word count: 1757 (or about that, I made some tweaks after I copy pasted it here so uh.... rough guestimate?)

summary: when young and educated y/n’s given the opportunity of a lifetime, she plans accordingly. her life is finally starting to be perfect, until suddenly, it’s not anymore. her friendly neighborhood bachelor, Aaron Davis, helps her pick up the pieces, as she unknowingly makes him see that there’s more to life than being a villain.

a/n: I decided to write this story bc Aaron Davis gets no love, which is crazy to me, and because I had a little idea cooking up in my head that I thought would be a good story. I took a lot of inspiration for the protagonist from my own life, but you’re only gonna hear slivers of it for now. I have no idea how many chapters this is gonna be, but like. I hope someone enjoys this, bc I know I will enjoy writing it. also. I wrote this story from my perspective, so when I imagine the reader, I envision her as kinda ambiguous in the ethnic department (I’m mixed but white-presenting), but she can be whatever ya’ll want her to be. lightskin, darkskin, anything. okay. Imma let ya’ll read now haha jk I also gotta say, HELL YEA I USED TREVANTE RHODES AS MY PERSONAL FANCAST FOR AARON DAVIS, THAT MAN IS FWOINE AIN’T NOBODY FINNA TELL ME ANY DIFFERENT FUCK OUTTA HERE

    I didn’t make a big deal about moving to New York to pursue my Masters. Already had my Bachelors in Business Administration with a minor in Fine Arts, just got my Bachelors in Education, and now I was ready to chase after my Masters. It only made sense to take the opportunity. How often are you gonna be offered a full ride in exchange for opening your own business in Brooklyn upon graduation, with the funding necessary to do so? Once it took off, I’d return to Tacoma and pay the city my gratitude for making me who I was.

     As I was saying, it was a quiet departure. Thank God I’m a minimalist, otherwise I would’ve had a LOT more items to bring with me. My boyfriend and I packed all my belongings and made the trek across the US after saying goodbye to my family and friends. He was driving. We held hands all the way there. Sometimes speaking, sometimes not.

     When we got to my new home, I already had a parcel of mail waiting for me from my university. After we took up the first load, we sat down on my empty floor and opened it. It welcomed me home and had a map, coffee shops and fun places circled for me to go visit. It was sweet.

     By noon we had everything in my unit thanks to a friendly neighbor named Aaron Davis and his nephew, a funny kiddo named Miles who reminded me of why I came to New York in the first place, and by the evening we had everything unpacked. We walked to a Starbucks and had coffee and sandwiches, now sitting on my bed with our stomachs full. The window was open, the faint beeps and honks of traffic coming from far below.

     We curled up into each other. “I fucking hate this,” I said. “It’s not fair.”

     “I know. I do too. And you know I would stay here with you if I could, but I’m still having no luck finding a job here.”

     “Fuck finding a job, I’ll be the breadwinner of the family,” I laughed, even though I was serious. He knew I was.

     “I can’t burden you like that financially. I promise, as soon as I land an interview, you’re gonna be the first to know. And as soon as I get hired, I’m showing up on your doorstep.” He kissed my forehead. “I don’t say it near enough, but I love you, and I’m so proud of you.”

     “I love you too. And thank you. It’s like, my entire life is falling perfectly into place, all but- well- except for you.”

     “We’ll get there, I promise. For now, just finesse every man or woman here who will buy you dinner, and try to have fun.” He rubbed my back, continuing, “You’ve never dated anyone but me, so... take it as your opportunity to learn about what you like, and once we’re together again, we can find a way to fit any new and quirky tastes you find you have into the relationship. But-“ His hand moved down quick and slapped my ass, squeezing it and illiciting an ‘ow’ of protest from me- “This is still mine, so no fucking, or else I’ll be doing more beating than just beating that pussy up.”

     I laughed and said, “You fuckin’ freak.”

     “Yea, but you like that shit.” He said confidently.

     “Shut the fuck up, why you gotta be so loud about what we do when the window’s open?” I gave him a light punch, then whispered in his ear, “But aye, like, I won’t deny it.”

     “Good, because that would’ve been real awkward after I’ve been in them guts for four years straight.” Then he lowered his voice. “Speaking of which, I’m trynna be in them once more tonight and tomorrow morning.”

     “I dOn’T hAvE aS HiGh Of A sEx dRiVe As YoU!” I mocked him in my best Spongebob voice. “Always lyin for why?”

     He pulled me on top of him and kissed me, his way of telling me to shut up nicely. “Shhhh, I’m just trynna make the most of the time we have left before I have to go back to Tacoma.”

     “But you don’t have to go,” I said, “You can stay here-“

     He cut me off with a series of kisses, “I already-“ “-bought-“ “-the tickets-“ “-so I actually do kinda have to.” He wrapped his arms around me, petting my hair. He always said I had the softest curls he’d ever touched.

     “I just wish you could stay,” I whispered. “We’ve already made it through so much, each of us on our own and then together, I just-“ I cut myself off. The tears welled up in my eyes, threatening to spill over. “-I just-“

     “Baby, say it. If your overthinker brain is gonna torture you with this, I wanna hear it so I can put those thoughts to rest.”

     “I just keep thinking that something’s gonna happen to you and I’m gonna lose you. The very idea of that terrifies me, and makes me want to weep-“ I go cross eyed as I watch a tear fall from my eye and trail down my nose- “-because I don’t know how to live without you. And I mean that in a couple ways.”

     “Well... I’m not leaving you forever. I’m coming back here as soon as possible, I’m gonna talk to you on Discord every chance I get, I’m gonna call you every day,  and I’m gonna go to sleep every night dreaming that I’m here with you. For all we know, I could be coming back here in less than a month.” He tilted my chin up to look in my eyes. “Even if I’m not physically present, I’m always gonna be here. You’re never alone.”

     “I love you.”

     “I love you too.”

     In the morning, we slept in late and cuddled until he absolutely had to get up. We both hopped in the shower and he put on his airport clothes while I pulled on a pale, lemon yellow sweatsuit with a white gold chain to match. Gotta let these hoes know, I outdress them even on my bummy days.

     The ride to the airport was a back and forth between us kissing at red lights and screaming out different lyrics from XXXTentacion, Post Malone, JUICE WRLD and whoever the hell else we felt like listening to as we drove, much like we did since the beginning of our relationship.

     When we got there, we took our time saying goodbye since he didn’t have to stress too much about baggage check. We said we loved each other, once I couldn’t see him anymore I called him and we talked while I drove back to my new home and he waited for his flight, and then he was called to board so we got off the phone, but not before he promised me that he would call me as soon as he landed.

     When I got home, I stopped by the mailbox to see if I had anymore mail and simultaneously checked my Instagram, seeing a flurry of notifications. Suddenly, his mom called me.

     “Hi mom, what’s up? Are you okay?” I said as I scrolled through my Instagram, trying to make sense of all the digital confusion.

     She sniffled.

     “Mom, what happened?”

     “Check the news, babygirl... have you not seen it yet?”

     “Uh, no, I haven’t, but I’ll check it out right now,” I said, putting her on speakerphone.

     She started sobbing, saying “I’m so sorry, baby, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have called you like this, but I wanted to be the one to tell you.”

     And that’s when I saw my worst fears in a news article:

NYC - Sea Bound Plane Crashes, No Survivors

A horrific accident has happened today, and experts are still struggling to find out how - a plane headed to Seattle malfunctioned mid-flight, claiming the lives of everyone on board. Many of the victims have already been identified by their families, not by looks, but by the identification on their bodies at the time of the incident. Below this article are photos of the bodies. If you think you can identify one of them, contact...

     I couldn’t finish reading. I scrolled and saw the bodies, all of them mangled and torn apart, almost unrecognizable as humans. Hearing his mom say ‘he’s dead’ over and over again as I stared at the pictures made me lose my stomach.

     Up came all of my breakfast, and whatever Starbucks I hadn’t yet digested from the night before.

     “Mama, I love you, but I have to call you back later-“ a pause as I threw up again. “I’m physically sick. I’m so sorry,” I sobbed the last sentence, and after hearing a teary goodbye from the other end, hung up. I’d dropped my mail the first time and only now noticed that it was covered in my mess. I didn’t care. I started crying, which was a mistake, because it only made me throw up more, this time nothing but bile.

     “Hey, are you okay?” I whipped around, facing Aaron Davis, the friendly man from the day before.

     “I- I’m sick.” I said, and immediately burst into tears. “Please help me.” Those three words rarely ever left my mouth, but even I know when I can’t do something on my own. He put his keys in his pocket and reached out to me.

     Mere minutes later, I was in my unit, crouched over the toilet, heaving. Aaron had guided me there, holding my hair out of my face as I continued to puke. He called management and told them what happened, and he told me they were already cleaning it up.

     “Listen... I know it’s not my place to say anything, seeing as I’m just your neighbor, but...” He rubbed the back of his neck as he was crouched beside me. “I overheard the phone call. And I overheard the conversation you had with your boyfriend last night. He loved you.”

     “I know he did.” I said, because it was true.

     “I just... look, if you need anything, I’m here. I know you‘re hurting a lot right now, and I know you may want nothing but for everyone to leave you alone, especially the new dude who isn’t minding his business, but if you need anything, I’m here. And Imma check up on you. You’re not alone. You’re never alone.”

     I laughed, but it held no real warmth. “He said that last part to me yesterday night.”

     “He was right. And still is.”

[artificialqueens]

Double rainbows are an opportunity to obtain two pots of gold (Branjie)- dexx-ss

a/n: Hi, hello, how are ya? So I was getting a new tattoo today and I wrote this fluffy nonsense and I hope y'all like it <3 ALSO, the title has literally nothing to do with the fic… I just couldn’t think of anything else XD Let me know what y'all think but be kind-xx

“So this is not dumb?” Brooke asks trying to figure out what Nina is thinking by looking at her face.

“Brock this is the cheesiest, cutest, most romantic thing you probably have done in your dumb miserable life,” Nina smiled placing a reassuring hand on his friend’s shoulder “it’s very José.”.

Brooke couldn’t help but smile at that.

–

It’s been few years since season 11 aired and Brooke and Vanessa have been together and broken up too many times to count on one’s hands. But in the end, they realized they can’t be without each other. And although secretly hooking up and messing with everyone’s heads is fun and all- it still took a lot out of them. So they decided to be together officially and made some ground rules.

–

For Brock, it meant that he had to give up some of his freedom and some of that flirting with strangers(some not all).

For José, it meant he had to give up getting easily jealous sometimes (not all the time) and frat house parties(all of them).

And so far these rules have been working out quite well.

–

Brooke has never been a fan of marriage. Not really. He has always believed that marriage is like the last lifeline. Meaning the only reason people get married is the fact that things are going so badly that you have nothing else left to do to save their relationship. He knew that in some cases it wasn’t true but he also knew that in most cases it was.

They have even talked about that with José. Well talking is not the right word. It was more of yelling and then some very passionate makeup sex later. Brock didn’t care for marriage but José wanted a big white wedding.

–

“So he has no idea it’s coming?” Nina asked while Brooke went to fill their wine glasses. “Well hopefully not,” B said now a kinda concerned look on his face. Brooke had told a few people about it already. Not how he’s going to do it but more of just that he is going to do it. He even went a few decades back and called Josés mom to ask permission.

“Our little firecracker has melted all the ice apparently,” Nina said with a laugh. Brooke just rolled his eyes.

–

Brock even talked to Silky and A’keria about it. Well not willingly. Silky and Brooke were both getting ready for a show and A’keria was randomly chilling with them. At some point, Silky asked if Brooke had some painkillers and B did so he told Silky to look for them from his bag. What he forgot was that Silky is quite nosey and that he bought the ring that day.

“Brooke, is you and Vanjie okay,” Silky asked. “Mhm, why?” Brooke looked at A’keria who was as puzzled as himself. Then Silky took out the ring that was in his bag “wasn’t that supposed to be the last lifeline?”, “Okay, first of all, you shouldn’t go through other peoples stuff,” Brooke said grabbing his bag and the ring back “secondly it’s not like that.”. A’keria raised a questioning brow “You are seriously not thinking about going through with that?”. Brooke didn’t answer to that. He just continued doing his makeup because it didn’t matter what he said A’keria had an opinion about that. (It was always a valid point A’keria gave but sometimes Brooke didn’t wanna hear it because he knew how right he was.). “You are so dumb,” A’keria laughed “like really dumb. That’s probably why Vanjie loves you so much.”.

–

“So it’s happening tonight?” Andrew giggled with excitement. “Well if ya don’t move that cute butt of yours faster and leave then it won’t!” Brook said waving Nina from the front door. As Ninas uber drove off Brooke quickly got back inside and started setting everything up. It had to look really casual.

–

At some point the door swung open “Honey, I’m home!” Vanjie yelled as he stepped inside. He looked around and heard some humming from the kitchen. José made his way there and the sight of Brooke trying to cook warmed his heart. They don’t usually cook, they order something from uber eats or just go out. “So if I eat this” Vanjie said with a smug making his way to his boyfriend “will I have terrible diarrhea?”. Brock jumped a little when José started speaking because he was so in his element and didn’t even realize his boyfriend had gotten home.  He took a towel and playfully slapped Vanjies ass with it “Fuck you,” he said meeting his boyfriend for a kiss.

Vanessa went to take a shower because he still had a full face of makeup on and Brock was really tempted to go with him. But he didn’t. Instead, he set up their plates and waited on a couch trying to pick a movie for them to watch while eating.

The movie watching and eating went great. First, they ate and Vanessa made few comments about how he is going to end up in a hospital with food poisoning. Then they put their plates down and José put his head on Brocks’ lap as they continued to watch the movie. But B couldn’t focus and he was shaking his leg so much when Vanessa tried to talk it sounded like he was driving on a very bumpy road. “Hoe, could- you- stop- that?”, “Sorry,” Brooke said stopping his leg but his boyfriend was already pausing the movie. “What’s up with you?” Vanessa said. Brooke tried to look anywhere but into Josés eyes. He wasn’t particularly chickening out but he was thinking maybe its too soon. But when V cupped his face and made their eyes meet all the doubts were gone. There was no question about it. He loved him. So. Much. So, he kissed him. And promised to be back in a second.

Brooke ran to the bedroom and came back with a book. José just gave him a puzzled look. Brock gave that book to José. “A notebook? Thanks?” Vanessa finally says but Brooke just rolls his eyes. “Open it you dummy,” so he does. He opens the damn notebook.

And

it’s

filled

with

Post-its.

Immediately José’s eyes go blurry from the tears that are coming up. They aren’t just post it. Every post-it has a little scribble. Of a good memory. Or a quote.  One even has the eyes and the detective emoji. It’s so dumb. But so sweet.

“Bitch,” V finally says something after five minutes of looking at the notebook “I can’t use it when it’s all full.”. Brock just laughs at that “Look at the back,”. José does as told. Behind the notebook was written: I’ve never been good at vocally expressing my feelings. So I’m gonna write them down instead.

I woke up today and decided:

I will never love anyone as much as I love you.

I love every part of you. Your smile. Your eyes. The way you get all excited when the cats come onto your lap instead of mine. (José laughs at that part, tears falling) I love how you get angry with me and how you try to make up before going to bed- Because you should never go to bed angry… I love all that’s beautiful about you and all your flaws.

And after thinking all that I realized that I wanna spend the rest of my life with you.

When José looked back at Brock he was holding out a ring. “So umm,” before he could ask anything V was kissing him. “Is that a yes?” Brock said with a smile on his face.

“You didn’t even ask,”

“José Cancel, will you do me the honor of becoming my husband?” Brock said with a really bad Brittish accent.

“Yes,” Jose answered pulling the ring from Brock and putting it on his finger.

[kanemayfield]

Chivalry... A Rest In Peace Tutorial

It may not be dead... but it definitely could use some therapy and a green juice.

This was the BX around 2010 at 1am when i was staying by my cousins house and chasing a rap career.

I can't even re-tell this story in full, but I shall enumerate the 5 lessons of the day, and give my final thought like Jerry Springer. 

1. If you are buying sammiches... at 1am... in the south bronx... let's not act like you are innocent. 

Bitch ain't nothing out this time of the night except the devil, people who met him, and busy bodies who too dumb to know better.

*yes... i know I'm out here... i met him... I'm Swayze

You're wearing a long tee shirt and knee-high boots... you're already out of line. You look like a fashionable ghost..

Unless you selling that rhubarb.

In which case your pimp or lady pimp.. or whoever answers the email on your OnlyFans page should have handled this sammich run. Doordash niggas look like berserker vikings for a reason.. they deal with creatures of the night. Like Spawn.. or Michael Jackson.

2. If a gentleman of leisure walks into a sammich shop saying 

"Ayooo.. I just robbed me a nigga, turn dem cammas off so I can use deez creddy cars to buy shit"

AND is DEAD serious...

Making the lead poisoning at a young age face

You know the look... its a look of  

“I don't know math / how to spell / say words good, so instead I'd rather get kicked out of class... so im gonna flip this desk over and call the teacher a white bitch”

Yeah... that face.

Fuck yeah you should leave him alone if you cant scrap. PERIOD. Nothing about this mans life seems like it has prepared him for complex decision making or whatever goes through the mind of people who don't beat you up.

He just pointed a gun at the cashier of a sandwich shop he is NOT robbing as a way to accentuate his seriousness in using these cards to "spend gud money up in this mohfukka" and gesturing to all the stuff he wants to buy...

so he took a break to get your number...

its a compliment...

Be complimented and give him a fake number

Also this ain't tag team.. I don't know you OR him. Sun got on black air force 1's and NBA jeans and you shot him down like this is 2pm in Tribeca and none of that other shit is happening.

Some of you only moved here post-gentrification. So let me help you. That particular pant and shoe combo is ONLY for people that demonstrate a proficiency sending you to the hospital. They are scary to the people you are already scared of. Remember the guy who mugged you? This is the guy who breaks in your muggers house and ties him up. The people who rob you have nightmares about people who wear this kind of shit.

So yeah... if he backs that thing out and I get hit in the crossfire and you DONT... my dying breath will be used to call you all types of bitches and dog headed bitches and stank hoes. I’m not an avenger. I'm high. I ain't sign up for the Kumite. Fuck you think this is. You selling that rhubarb or what?

 3. You start wilding on that crazy dude like chivalry ain't dead and my mother knows who you are. Not only did you tell him he cant get ur number, but you did it like an offended drag queen with WILD observational insults and fashion critiques. Then u went hands on like a beat cop out of patience and started shoving a man with a GUN... fuck yeah I will let you get Worldstar’d.  I will watch said crazy nigga sweep your leg like Karate kid and I will go have a Pepsi. In fact, I will tell you to shut up all the screaming as I order extra fixings on my delicious sammich from Aki while chastising him for being distracted and say tandem Muslim prayer for you... high five'ing sun as I leave the scene of your accosting.

How do I sleep?

Like a fucking newborn.  

4. Putting your hands in the face of a crazy nigga when you're clearly not interested in telling me how handsome I am does not provide much in the way of motivation, to go all Batman Begins on anybody

The last thing ANYONE wants to hear after taking a few lead poisoning strenth haymakers is

"aaww.. Naah, I'm into girls... but thank you sooooo much... muah 💋"

So fuck that... you should have winked at me when you walked in here. I’m not a mind reader. 

5. Turning to me and Aki and saying

"yall just gonna let him put his hands on me?"

Yes.. yes I am.... technically YOU started it. I may say "is that lady bothering you sir".

I know... we as a people (but really men) should be responsible for each other and protect our queens from the systemic oppression that has befallen their kingdom of the re-emanipationings and its a vicious SYNDROME that will be galvination'd as we all gain footing on the mountain top of Dr King and the such and such and so forth...

All that leather brimless hats shit goes right the fuck out the window in the Bronx at 2am when you was technically trying your luck, like your life had a Contra cheat code on it.

"Oh.. yall some whole bitches... bitch ass men... ain't even help a WOMAN... how yall let him do me like this... im a WOMAAAANs"

Yeah... that don't make me feel bad sun

It makes me want to pull out my phone and see if I can find a RZA instrumental that has the BPM’s of your ass whipping. Need a good backdrop for the Kung Fu noises and sonic rings I plan on adding in post edit.

This could have been avoided, but you wanted to make a stand... and you DID technically

Now we all know who's not allowed to ask for your phone number... mid robbery.... at 4am.... in a sammich shop... in the south bronx.

You are a wild cowboy... he was really being sweet... asking if you wanted anything and all that. His beef was with the dude who ain't wanna turn off the cameras for his theftwich (and probably Newport 100's) so he could use credit cards he just stole.

There is a wallet deprived man blocks from here suffering from blunt force trauma that would have warned you that time is the only thing standing between this gentleman and ramen noodles with cut up beef jerky in it.

Think of the thought process behind a person like that... and he has a gun

and you want to call him all types of pussy ass niggas and fuckboy faggots and mush him in his subway series hat.

You are a crazy sob. You mushed a robber...mid robbery... or theftwich with extra hots....yeah.. not my problem. 

MORAL TO THE STORY: If you are a woman... or a beautiful womanly man or whatever... and you are a "hands in the face" type, you might want to know how to fight. Personally, I am not a beater of wimmins, but nor am I a street vigilante. My heroics are on a case by case basis.

You slapped my girl cousin... which one?

Some of em might have had it coming. We are a mouthy tribe.

I don't go running off all willy nilly into trouble because a woman yells help... that's how Rosewood started. 

Minding your business is a delicate process, like heart surgery, or pickpocketing. For moms and grandmoms I fight eternally, for sisters and close girl cousins.. until I get tired, but anything below that pay grade, you might want to call the cops, your man, your dad, the feller you are currently dutty whinin', a nosy neighbour, a less jaded person than me, or keep your opinions to yourself in a sandwich shop in the Bronx at 4:30am, cause I ain't helping you.

Unless (as we have covered) my mom knows you, or I think you will let me ladle that fondue as a parting gift. 

Love, 

Emmett ... who ain't in it

See if Aki got a cold compress for that eye.

[kendollsx-blog]

kendall grace yasir is finishing up her last year in the hamptons with hopes of graduating and attending harvard university to study history. four years in at bridgehampton and she’s known as the fallen angel, which makes perfect sense considering how endearing, fervent, stubborn, and ostentatious she is. that title landed her the senior class superlative of most likely to end up on page 6. when you hear glory and gore - lorde coming from a car this summer, it’ll most likely be them. speaking of summer, once school ends i hear her plans are to experience paris in the summer. i can’t help but to be reminded of messages left on read, plaid skirts and bold lipstick, the white noise of whispers in your wake, music louder then the beat of your heart and dancing until your drop.

hey fam it’s me, vee! i’m so hyped to be here and everyone’s characters look lit AF. i stan already. gimme that rich kid drama-rama. i love that for us. okay so let’s get onto my baby kendall. she’s a mess but honestly.. who isn’t? messy hoe, but make it fashion. give that heart a slap and i’ll hit you up on messages or on discord and we can plot!

hittin’ you with the basics

her mom is an ex model turned fashion designer. she’s got her own line that’s hella expensive and sold to the rich and famous all over the world. and her dad is the CEO of this fortune 500 company. so big big bucks.

so basically she used to be little miss popular. one of the school’s most well known. pretty? check. on the cheerleading team? check. hot older boyfriend? check. rich rich rich? check check check.

of course that all comes crashing down in big dramatic fashion. that older boyfriend she was dating? yeah, turns out he’s not such a good dude. they had a pretty big fight because he was accusing her of cheating on him and she broke up with him bc aint no one got time for that. well he was pissed and to get back at her, he took a video he had recorded of them having sex without her permission and blasted it all over the school. he sent it to everyone’s phone and they sent it to people they know and basically it was everywhere by lunch.

ur girl was fuming. she was embarrassed and betrayed and really really hurt so she went out to the parking lot and kinda took a crowbar to his car ??? low-key badass right? but the school had to call the police and they charged her with distraction of property and all this shit and her parents had to be notified and it was an ever bigger scene.

her parents bailed her out and got the charges dropped and took her home to flip shit on her in the privacy of their own him. when she told them what happened they flipped and got the original video taken down but he wasn’t stupid and used some hacker to encrypt everything so it can’t be traced back to him so she can’t prove it was him who distributed the video and once it’s out there, it’s out there.

it was all over the school in no time and her reputation pretty much imploded. rumours and whispers followed her wherever she went. people posted pictures and snaps of the video on her locker door and said all kinda of shit about her to add fuel to the fire. she lost a lot of friends bc let’s face it, it was a pretty epic fall from grace.

the worst might have come from her parents though. her mom cares more about image and reputation and reception. it’s not about how things are it’s about how they look. not only was kendall’s reputation tarnished but the family’s as well and she never let’s kendall forget that. she kinda blamed her for the whole thing which fucking sucks.

her dad couldn’t look her in the eyes for at least a month after the fact. he doesn’t know what to say so he basically doesn’t talk to her anymore?? he just buries himself in work and tries to ignore it ever happened.

she didn’t have a great relationship with her parents before but it’s pretty much ruined now. 

now she wears it as armour. if everyone is gonna stare at her, fine. she’ll give them something to look at. she dressed in tight fitting clothing bc ‘pls don't act like u haven’t already seen it’ and when people try to use it against her she throws it right back. 

she’s basically gone rogue. nothing if off the table now. she parties hard and drinks to forget and doesn’t give a fuck if she gets caught dancing on a table bc the worst has already happened. wit is her best friend lol and she will go off when necessary.

she had to quit cheer bc ‘it wasn’t sending the right image to have her on the team’ but she refused to quit soccer bc girl needs to get some aggression out somehow lol

and she’s going to harvard bc her dad went to yale and has a hard on for the school and it’s a bit of a fuck you to him and her mom

[odeuteros-blog]

                --------------------- deutero- ;

                                                               second; secondary: //; (  deu·ter·ag·o·nist :  the person second in importance to the protagonist in a drama. )

           hey what up i’ve got stats homework im neglecting !!

    * slaps the roof of this post * this bad boy can fit so much useless fucking info in it ( including my ooc intro but like , ) 

     ----- alrighty lets rock & roll buckaroos i’m linx, i’ve been on this earth two decades too long,,, and i’m in the est. canada baby. i’m super excited to write w/ y’all and i haven’t written an oc in ten years so bear w/ me & my word vomit yea?

mattias eriksson was born and raised ( for the most part)  in an itty bitty tiny fishing village in iceland. by itty bitty we’re talking a population of about 300 ( pretty much based off suðureyri ). he was the middle child in a family that was ( now looking back ) at most times insufferable.

there’s tragedy somewhere in there. before he was capable of remembering anything. his parents sung praises when it came to his older brother but time reveals all truths. or at least articles and news clippings do.  he’s four ( give or take ) when his brother is ‘ murdered ‘ by a super-human. he’s about fifteen when he puts the pieces together ( his brother wasn’t savagely murdered - on the contrary - he antagonized and harassed the ability harnessing girl until it boiled over & blew up in his face. all too literally. ) finally, he’s nineteen when he gets the FUCK out of there. 

plenty happens in the in-between. he’s raised in an intolerant household. anyone who wasn’t STRICTLY human was an abomination, a curse, a plague upon this earth. his parents constantly spitting venom when it came to the loss of their firstborn son // while matti, conflicted, found it hard to mourn for a man he hardly knew. his focus much more so on his younger sister - who was, well, alive. there. real. 

from a young age, he thrived on challenge. puzzles. anything to exercise the brain. there was always a better way to do something. he was often scolded for sticking his nose where it didn’t need to be - in adult business. eventually having enough of being chased off - he branched out. made some friends. two, in particular, stood out. a brother and sister ;  patrek and magnea. in time the trio was inseperable. 

eventually, a strain showed itself. patrek didn’t fit the strict /human/ criteria that mattias’ had grown up on - but time healed wounds, and his had barely been there. he couldn’t carry his parent’s grief. couldn’t pin that on his friend. but patrek’s secret wasn’t his to keep and it came out - with it came an unspoken ultimatum ; cut his ties with his friends or suffer the consequences with his family. the choice was fairly clear, though no less painful.

knowing there was nothing there for him in his hometown, except a life of fishing, it was time to take leave. the siblings aspired for more just as he did & so the three parted with their respective homes. no goodbyes. no notes. mattias leaves while his parents are at work - his biggest regret to this day is never saying goodbye to his sister. if they knew, he’d never have been able to leave. he needed the headstart. 

like something out of a film, patrek aspired to do more with his abilities and so begun mattias’ life as the man behind the scenes. finally able to stick his nose in ‘ adult business ‘. it was a bit campy - but it was exciting. they lived a life on the road, constantly moving. helping where they could. mattias learned his way around technology, being hands on where he could. however, he never wished for the limelight. did not want to be on the spread of a newspaper. he just wanted to help his friends. there was some petty theft on their part ( you had to eat and sometimes money was short ) but they managed to stay on the straight and narrow. this lasted for three years.

something had to go awry eventually. he’s too close to the scene, catches an injury that initially looked, not horrible. a scar would become a permanent fixture on his skin - but he’d survive. --------- until infection sets in. until it blossoms into something their petty medical skills can’t cover. maybe slapping some bandages and medical tape on it & calling it a day hadn’t been such a good idea. they were still kids ---- and they’d fucked up. 

their hand is forced. petrek and magnea drop him off at the nearest hospital - welcome to crystalline city - and have no choice but to continue on their way less their reputation should precede them and they get caught up with law enforcement. sometimes it was just easier to be ‘ the man behind the scenes ‘. 

one hefty hospital bill later and he’s now resident in crystalline - much, MUCH, larger than where he’d originated. there’s some forgery on his part and plenty of loans and he eventually lands himself an apartment with the bare minimum. it’s a lot at twenty-two with an education that is scarce on paper - but he’s worldly & where there’s a will, there’s a way.

you can’t say he doesn’t have drive. it takes some time to scout out a job but he’s not above some begging and pleading if he has to ( he wants to keep that roof above his head somehow ). haggis tech is his beacon of hope and saving grace * finger guns to the real MVP harriet haggis. perhaps there was embellishing on his part - a resume and interview really was just about selling ones self - but he knew he had what it took to back it up - and nothing he’d ever done thus far was out of malintent. eventually ( more like somehow ) he lands on the radar of the harriet haggis and finds himself as a trainee. godspeed. 

TL ; DR or the simplified summary

he’s just happy to be here.

on an emo note ; the type of person to feel lonely in a room full of people. would rather shy away from large crowds. 

perpetually homesick even though his family / save for his sister / were assholes. they were still his mom and dad. also probably a little heartbroken because the likelihood of them ever looking for him or putting out a missing person notice is slim to nothing and he knows it - probably checked. shit was just too :/ rough. the relationships were kind of shot.

probably checks in on their online activity - discreetly though. like a window into their lives. it’s probably the part of his life he keeps tight-lipped about. partly ashamed and partly hurt. 

& his friends kind of up and left him in the city so that adds to that sweet sweet homesick feeling. since that was his last tie. 

probably also overcoming his conflicted feelings about people with abilities. it’s more like having to correct a negative thought. he knows it's not true - but he can’t help but feel it upon first meeting. oh they’re inherently dangerous. but like ?? he sees heroes all the time. 

wanted/ideas for connections !!

give me that replacement for his little sibling. someone he dotes on. just let him fill ONE void in his life. 

someone who he’s just like ?? attached himself to. something about them makes him feel better. the kind of relationship where he’s put himself on their doorstep waiting for them to come home. he’s that friend who spends more time at your house than their own. he’s pretty solitary but this is like the one person(s) that he likes to just have occupied space?? like they don’t even have to be doing anything - just the presence alone is enough - listen im jsut trying to fill this sense of loneliness in his life don’t @ me. if you want to spice things up this person can be a villain / someone he probably shouldn’t be associating himself with. 

honestly im an angst hoe too so like throw anything angsty at me - enemies, friends to enemies idc. 

friends are fine

GIVE ME A BICKERING. oof i love a good hate/love. 

rivals

someone he might be trying to steer back onto the right path of life idk i mean he’s not squeaky clean but like out of villainy ?? that shits wack.

 he’s my dumb son and i LOVE HIM. sk;ld also my dumbass doesn’t have discord but if you want to plot my IMs are open just like ??? know me and plotting have a rocky relationship. 

[stan-and-the-newbie]

A kpop newbie’s reaction to MAMAMOO

Alexa: bold

Alex: italic

today you’ll react to Mamamoo even though you technically already know them

i mean, i don't know all that much about them, really. so this should still be interesting

well, as before, first thing that comes to mind

should i do the top one or

they’re in the same order. we love consistent queens.

hmm... wheein? then uhhh, s-solar..? then moonbyul and of course my queen.

did you guess them or. you got two of them right !!

i did in fact guess them. oh. fuck it, i'll take it

hwasa and solar, m-my baby. the first one is moonbyul and the third one is wheein

i figured

and apparently this is their formation in every group photo ever

oh, good to know

so, the first one is moonbyul. how old do you think she is and what’s her personality

she's 23 or 24, and she's a lovable goofball

is she a singer or the rapper

f uc k uhhhuuhhhhh singer

smol baby child. yeah, she's born in 1992, so she's around that age in this photo i think. i’m not sure when it was released. she's the rapper in the group, so her image on stage is cool

i knew it was either her or solar, smh.  i remember it distinctively from that height song.

but irl she's greasy and flirts with everyone, tomboy-ish and probably gay idk

alright, so she's the cool one

yeah, she's also the tallest, staying proud at 165 cm

that image was misleading smh. she looks like a silly nerd in it/ are you trying to sabotage my score, miss <-<

i mean, she Is a silly nerd. she usually makes lives with solar and flirts with her all the time and gets herself some slaps on the arm. and she gay panics on stage every time hwasa is in her close vicinity. and she's known for having heart eyes every time a girl talks and she's also the Girl Crush of the entire industry lmao

first we had heart smile now we have heart eyes soon enough you'll be describing a monster from soma. a walking blob made of exposed, beating hearts.

oH SHUT UP

*then i showed him the Wonderful Confession Immortal Songs performance*

that middle aged lady fangirling after hwasa goes "look at me now" lmfao

sadfrghgfdsDFGHJK ME.

this is fokin great. i just got to the rap part. fam they're genuinely talented don't @ me

mamamoo are known for making every show their concert lmao

pff. it do be like that, and i wouldn't have it any other way. a bunch of girl dancers suddenly appeared and i thought my vision was going blurry and i was seeing double. anyway, the rap works surprisingly well, considering the general tone of the song.

moonbyul also has two tattoos. i don’t know what one of them says, i think its just her family portrait.

w h o l e s o m e

but the other one says “N'oublie pas de t'aimer”

alrighty my grill next up is your bias

give her an age

i'll say 24. and she's a singer

she is 27 :)

oof, can you really blame me tho

i can’t. she has an actual baby face. what’s her personality?

i imagine she's sweet and soft, but can be jokingly sassy and teases the others sometimes

oof, she wishes. she’s the oldest, and the leader, but the other members always bulli her. she’s the mom friend though, and the best at english, even tho her english isn’t all that good anyway sdfghds. and shes a complete goofball

awh ;; is she the short one, then?

nop, shes the second tallest

wait hold up how can the leader be the one who gets bullied this doesn't add up

*then i showed him this marvellous video*

2 seconds in and i've seen enough

*then i showed him the Passion Flower Immortal Songs performance*

solar doesn't have any tattoo but she's scared of bugs so there's that

wholesome. she's a quality idol i like her. this song is dope yo.

the one wearing a hat there is wheein

the wheeout puns are overwhelming ngl

,,,,,,,,,,they fucking are. once u wheein u cant wheeout. she's the same age as hwasa, but a few months older, so hwasa is considered the actual "maknae" (which means youngest member

that much i know. mainly because i googled it a while ago

and here's wheein with short hair cuz fuck yeah

whats her personality?

she's uhh the Short One (tm)

yes, that too. she is Evil

idk, she seems like a sassy singer, but that's just a shallow impression. does she tease the other members a lot, or..  <<

tbh, she is pretty sassy. she's also very carefree and a derp. but she does tease the other members a lot and laughs when something funny and unfortunate happens to them. she's been friends with hwasa since middle school, and they have a couple tattoo

ooh, noice

on their ankle, they both have "resonance"

i've seen a picture of that somewhere, if i recall..

she has two other tattoos. one she drew herself, and one that says "la vie est courte l'art est long"

what's with the french affiliation. should i be learning french instead of korean?

probably.

*i showed him that infamous “mamamoo sold their friendship for ice cream” video*

"hyejin-ah, you know your thighs are the size of your face, right?" i told you, wheein is evil

c r i t i c a l   h i t

hwasa :) what do you think her personality is like lmao

she's the serious one (sarcastic humor <<3), the lead rapper but also sings (i noticed this by watching some performances)(edited)i also know that she cooks for them, so extra mom friend points there and she's very independent, but also warm 

omf u really are whipped for her

<-<;;;

apparently she really likes beyonce, so some fans call her ahn-yance

yep, shes also a big rihanna fan, and work is her hoe anthem

that's dumb, on one hand because it kinda sounds like "annoyance", and on the other because bey-ahn-ce is a much better pun. i would perform umbrella for her like tom holland, don't @ me

oh, also, hwasa has four tattoos. the "resonance" one, one on the back of her neck, with "maria", her christian name, cuz she is Holy

oh shiet. that name fits her well actually ;;

one on her arm saying “Paradise is where you are”

if she's in your immediate vicinity, then obviously

and one right above that one, that’s a triquetra

mamamoo are well known in korea, and most of their fans are girls!! i think theyre the group that appeals the most to girls there actually

oh, that's interesting

and here are some songs

*i showed him “Words don’t come easy”*

this is what we call  s m o o t h   g u i t a r. and that sexy sax, oh boye (and here is where alex’s inner Shiverbert Creepstein came out, god bless, the only writer i stan) this one's really nice, i'd love to listen to it in a cafe. there's this really nice mental image that you'll never achieve, but it's nice to think of anyway. just sitting alone in the corner of a dimly-lit cafe, watching the performers on the stage sing as you down another shot, people taking quick glances in your direction and wondering what it is you're thinking about, when in fact you're just listening to the music mix in with the raindrops hitting against the windows. i got carried away, oof

o damn, mister shiverbert

<-< hey, nobody clapped

its a nice lil image, though

anyway, that was a great song

*and here i showed him “Decalcomanie”*

oh, this one's more i n t e n s e. the translated lyrics without any rhyme sound like some sort of strange poem

i know;;

noh-noh is apparently knock knock. the vocals are fokin great

:(((((( stop slandering them, theyre trying

i'm not roasting them, i just find it cute ;;that was a nice song. in fact- (he pinned it)

so, last thoughts on mamamoo?

god bless them best kpop idols out there hwasa please sit on my face

amazing

ayy, that was this week’s reaction!! alex was actually more excited this time because it’s his ultimate bias’ band

there are some things i (alexa, cuz alex never edits these posts) didn’t mention, im sorry if i missed anything important;; i decided to focus more on what alex thinks and says this time, rather than ramble about stuff y’all already know

i hope y’all enjoyed this reaction and if you want, you can leave suggestions!! buh-bye~ ^ω^

[serverthoughts]

Rant: I slapped my customer, while my manager held her down

Yesterday, I had this table who wanted a discount on her chicken salad, because the chicken “wasn’t cooked right.” Which is super weird considering she ate 90% of her chicken, and 80% of the salad.

I knew immediately when greeting this table, that we weren’t going to have a good time.

1) No one, no one interrupts my greeting. I don’t care if you’re a cheap college hoe that’s going to order water w/ lemon and chicken fingers. Or if you have 6 or more zeros in your bank account - You’re not going to interrupt me during my greeting.

The table interrupted me. Are we shocked? No.

I fetch their drinks for them, and they need more time. Cool, whatever. 

I go cash out another table, and drop off food to my booth across from the table that needs more time. The lady with her shitty chicken had the audacity to call me over and tell me they’re ready to order, when I’m talking to my table who I just gave food to.

2) Don’t talk to me when I’m with another table. You’ll have your time with me, I promise. I have many tables that need my attention too. I know that’s a hard concept to swallow, but it’s true. I’m very perceptive of my tables most of the time, and can tell by your mannerisms that you want me to walk over to your table. 

So please, for the love of God, don’t say, “Excuse me,” while my back is turned away from you. You’re being rude to me AND my other customers. Plus, when you do that, I’m going to treat you like a school kid and tell you firmly, I’ll be there shortly,” and make you feel stupid with my annoyed glare.

The table who is now ready for me to take their order is chicken lady, her mans, and her mother. Chicken lady is probably in her 50′s, so her mom is probably in her 70′s-80′s. I don’t know, I’m horrible at guessing ages, so that’s why I’m not a bartender.

Also, because I would hate having to talk to my guests like bartenders have to. 

The mom of chicken bitch starts to order a steak, and tells me she wants it well-done. She asks me if it’ll come out tender. She doesn’t want it to be tough.

Which is totally weird to me, because if you don’t want a tough steak - don’t fucking order it well-done. You’re nasty. You’re eating shoe leather, basically. 

I told her honestly that the steak probably wouldn’t be tender, since she’s ordering it well-done. Her daughter tries to convince her to get it medium-rare, and that the steak won’t be that red/pink.

Bitch, are you dumb? Is basically what I said, except I actually said, “Medium rare is a warm red center. It’s a lot a different than well-done.” 

Shout-out Outback for this steak temperature guide. Just in case anyone else is as confused as “I hated my chicken salad, but I ate almost everything-bitch”

I tried to sell the mom on medium-well, but she was not into it. She decided she no longer wanted a steak, and wanted chicken. Not to get confused with chicken bitch, this is still the mom. 

Unforunately, the chicken dish momma wanted, was not on the promotional deal that chicken bitch and herself wanted to order.

The mom ended up ordering a burger. 

Can you guess the temperature? No? Need a second. Okay, take your time. I’ll give you a hint: It was not medium-rare.

Personally, there’s no reason in my mind for anyone to order a well-done steak. I don’t get it.

What was weird about this table is that the husband was chill as fuck, you could tell he was embarrassed of his mother-in-law and wife, and I kind of felt bad for him. But not bad enough to give him a free drink, because my mans (chicken bitch’s husband) didn’t stand up to his wife or MIL for me, so no free shit from serverthoughts.

Back to the reason why I named this woman, ‘chicken bitch.’

The lady was laughing when she spoke about wanting a discount, and I told her that I wish she would of told me sooner she didn’t like the chicken.

Maybe when I brought her extra dressing for her chicken salad she could of let it slip?? I don’t know, maybe that’s a crazy concept. She pointed out that I was busy over there, and pointed to the POS (our computers) where I had been standing legit three minutes before this conversation took place.

The reason I was not at her table three minutes earlier, when she had finished 90% of her chicken already.. Was because the take-out girl didn’t know how to ring in a gift card, so I walked her through it.

I’m sorry that I’m a trainer, lady, and my co-worker’s ask me questions and shit. I know this restaurant’s menu in more detail than I know anything in my life.

How sad am I? Sometimes I wish I could just tell you all where I work, so we could all talk shit about the restaurant together. I give you the dirt, and insiders.

Anyway, the two-minute check-back was created, for people like chicken bitch. I wait two minutes or two bites into your meal to see if you’re enjoying your dish - or need anything else.

I’m just a little confused why she failed to mention her chicken situation to me then, or when I gave her extra dressings. 

Also, I gave her husband a diet soda five minutes after I gave them dressings, so I was clearly available throughout their meal.

I stared at chicken bitch with a blank face if she wanted me to ask for a discount, and she said yes. So I told her, “I’ll ask my manager, but we’ll see.”

I don’t give my tables discounts for dumb shit. You didn’t like your food, then you should of told me because I could have had a new dish made for you. But you want to play me and not say anything until you already ate most of it? Nah. I’m good. 

Like, I’m sorry. You’re not going to come into my restaurant and start giving me demands. Eat your stupid chicken and be happy. Which she fucking did.

I told my manager what had happened and he decided he was going to be gracious and give the table 5 dollars off. 

Attention readers: Being a cunt to your server is worth $5, y’all.

When my manager and I were walking out to the dining area (we were in the kitchen), he told me to look very serious when we walked out.

I’m not sure why he said that, but he’s annoying and I don’t like him, so whatever. Also, when we were still in the kitchen he said he wanted me to slap chicken bitch. That he would hold her down, while I slap her. 

Honestly, GOALS. Manager goals, except I still don’t like this manager. For reasons I might talk about one day. It’s nothing big, I’m just a lazy hoe and adding this much detail about this table, is already a lot for me.

I need to sleep for 16 hours after writing this post, honestly. We love depression.

Honestly y’all, if you’re nice to me - I’ll probably forget to ring in a little dessert that I can get away with not ringing in. I’ll probably forget to charge you for your kid’s drink that your kid got, but didn’t order from the kid’s menu. 

If you’re my regular, any drink that the bar doesn’t have to make, I won’t charge you for. You’re cool and you’re going to tip me bomb, so yeah, I’m technically stealing from the restaurant, but sometimes you need to have a little side hustle.

Did I forget to mention that it was the husband’s birthday? Chicken bitch asked me if I needed to see his ID, and I told her that I honestly didn’t care at that point. If it was her birthday, I definitely would have needed ID.

But her mans was sitting quietly, using his manners, so he can get a free dessert and separation from his wife. Except, my good man didn’t even eat the dessert. His wife had his free dessert, and I charged the mother for hers.

We don’t give freebies to asshole customers, sorry. 

P.S. Our chicken is rubbery and gross, when it’s cooked by the AM cooks. I’m honestly pretty sure that’s why chicken bitch hated it, and I really can’t fault her for that. 

I definitely wouldn’t order the chicken before 5 o’clock.

Xoxo,

serverthoughts.

[husberttee]

A Long Ass Guide To VAV

VAV – Very Awesome Voice

Soooo since there were some people who did like my idea of making a guide like this I thought ‘cool let’s do it!‘ I hope this can help people finde out about them and maybe motivate some of you do give them a listen and some love!

Ok so first some general facts;

They had their debut in 2015 with 6 members under AQ Entertainment, which is now A-Team Entertainment. I’d like to point out here, that this company provides ENGLISH SUBTITLES for us (!!!!) which is pretty damn awesome.The group underwent (is that a word) a couple of lineup changes which I will explain further when I come to the members individually. A Fun facts: they have a pretty big spanish following and were guests on a shit ton of youtube channels

Fanclub: Vampz (debut concept was vampires and werewolves and priests and. Yeeeh.Their debut was actually on Halloween. Supposedly there even was a whole ass webcomic but I never saw any of that, sadly.)

We’ll get to the number one most important part now

THE MEMBERS (in order of age)

1.       St. Van – The Leader

Real Name: Lee Geumhyuk

91 liner

Main vocal (POWER vocal) / Leader

A father

Probably speaks better Mandarin than Jacob / lived more than 10 years in China

Loves Jacob; votes Jacob by default

tries hard and gets dragged for it by the younger members

it was revealed that he likes to watch girl group dances (he said it’s because he needs to learn them to be able to show something at fanmeetings and such. Yeah sure bro me too.)

hear someone laughing in the back? That’s him.

roommates with Baron

embarrassed. Generally.

Completely demolished ACE birthday cake with the help of ZeHan once

Likes cars

can drink a lot of water??

Has sleeve-like tattoo on his shoulder/upper arm

2.       Baron

Real Name: Choi Chunghyeob

92 liner

Vocal

Fake Maknae 0.1 // he’s very cute

somewhat speaks english

Known for serenading a male fan with ‘I need a boy’

Super pretty // sweet voice // very good and underrated dancer // funny --> Real idol material right here

Apparently has ‘apple hips’ which are ‘popular’ among the members. Whatever that may mean…

Likes photography and making films

Plays games first thing in the morning

Talkative

A sunshine // scammed the company into giving him an extra allowance of 1000won in a game and spend it to buy fruit for the members

there’s a 26 second long video of him brushing his teeth on A-Teams official youtube channel (these hoes deleted it)

3.       ACE

Real Name: Jang Wooyoung

92 liner

Vocal

A Mom // currently raising Ayno and Jacob

Probably dating Ziu atm

asks members for reactions when he does things

Practices phonation /articulation in his sleep (super noisy, even people in nearby rooms can hear him)

Talks a lot

Wears sunglasses in the pool aka. will fight you in the pool while wearing sunglasses (swag is better than actually seeing your surroundings)

‘I look thinner with my clothes on’ kinda person // he’s ripped

Really likes sport and working out

The groups elected MC

He always seems to know what he’s doing

Covered Winners ‘Fool’ and it’s amazing his vocals are super beautiful

Mullet

4.       Ayno

Real Name: Noh Yoonho

 96 liner

rapper

Participated in the survival show No.Mercy in which Monsta X was formed, but got eliminated in the final rounds

Joined the group as a new member early 2017

Voted to be the cutest by VAV

Fake Maknae 0.2

Part time grill master (Roasts his members)

*Looks at the camera like he is on the office*

Skilled dancer

Writes his own rap

First reaction after seeing Jacob cry was to lie himself horizontal on his lap as a form of comfort or idk that’s the kinda friend he is

in charge of meme

his ideal type is ACE, apparentely

released a mixtape

5.       Jacob

Real Name: Zhang Peng

96 liner

Sub-Rapper / sub-vocal

Chinese

Quite introverted // worries his members cause they want to share his hard times but they feel like they can’t. What a family T-T

Manly manTM

Had a complete mental breakdown once with ugly sobbing and all after receiving a video letter from VAV

Voted himself visual of the group

Nickname ‘Cob’

Sassy af since he’s started to talk more

Idk but I think he’s rich he always wears expensive looking clothes

In charge of abs and keeping a straight face at all times // has super cute smile actually

‘I stream ‘Venus’ as soon as I get up in the morning’

Accidentally made out with ZeHan at pops in seoul

Got featured in the song ‘Trouble’ by former member XIAO

6.       Lou

Real Name: Kim Hosung

96 liner

rapper

member since 2017

Very confident

Super deep voice

Can speak english

Not having any of anyone’s shit (pls let ur members live)

Maybe a bit mean

Pretends to be manly

Majors in acting

Finds  lot of Joy in making fun of Ziu

Gets lots of affection in return that he absolutely really DOESN’T WANT

His most precious possession is the refrigerator

According to him his closest celebrity friend is James Bond

‘which place would you like to visit where you have never been?’ ‘my house’

7.       Ziu

Real Name: Park Heejun

97 liner

Vocal // I love his vocals byE

joined together with Ayno and Lou in 2017

No homo? Yes homo. (no video goes by without him trying to kiss at least ONE of his members)

King of being fake touched and overreaction

Always gets exposed

Raids the dorm refrigerator at around 5/6AM

Eats while being asleep

Suffers a lot from the maknae position

Ended up being my bias somehow

Cucumber anti

a cheerful fella

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Former / Members on hiatus under the cut further down ~ ____________________________________

That was it so far, but...!

They also have a kind of reality show which is called What’S Up? VAV and it’s very fun so I defintely recomment watching it!! Here is a season 2 playlist

Sadly A-Team deleted / put most videos pre-Venus era on private. Their newer Malaysia Videos are really funny though!!!

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MVs

At first I’d like to point out that their earlier songs had quite low production and it’s noticable sometimes. People found that parts of the songs sounded ‘off’. However, they improved every comeback a lot and as they changed producers for Venus they seriously stepped up their game. They have improved SO MUCH, are still getting better and really work hard!!

Debut - Under The Moonlight

Brotherhood (this mv was so fanfiction worthy actually)

No Doubt

Recollection (the FeelsTM)

Here I Am (winter song jacob no lines still good)

Venus / Dance With Me

Flower (this one is my favourite look at that aesthetic and the song was so good wow)

Middle Of The Night / ABC (a bob)

She’s Mine (a super bob)

Spotlight & Gorgeous (two MVs but kind of a package deal cause they’re basically one comeback)

Give it to me

Senorita

So In Love

Thrilla Killa (this one? slaps.)

I’m Sorry

Give me more' (Feat. De La Ghetto & Play-N-Skillz) (I sometimes watch this ONLY for St.Vans sleeve tattoo)

POISON (MOST RECENT!!! WATCH DIS!! ITS AWESOME!!)

Thanks for making it until here and Please stan VAV

Former Members / Hiatus

I will keep these short since the post is already long AS FUCK and while these members DO appear in many of their past videos (Ateam deleted most of the videos :/), ‘advertising’ them here wouldn’t do much good since you’re not going to see them with the group from now on

Xiao

Chen Xiao

Rapper

89 liner

Went on hiatus in 2016 (it was said he has to take care of his sick father)

He once appeared in a VAV video after he left and spend a day with them; the reunion was very heart warming

he made his solo debut with

Bubblegum

and

Share Ya

his song

Trouble

feat. Jacob

ZeHan

Lee Seungmin

Vocal

94 liner

Left to pursue a career as an actor

Was my bias why must u do dis to me

GyeoUl

Jung Un

Vocal

95 liner

Left to pursue a career as producer

[paniccord-ff]

31. Part 3

Is this real life or am I dreaming, this seems like a dream, this is something I dreamed of and I know it. Did Rylee invade my dreams because this seems so surreal to me, just being in bed while watching my girl in the bath. This is a dream, I had to pinch myself because this is too beautiful. I probably look like some creep right now but Rylee has got me good, she got me so good right now. Smiling as I sighed out, grabbing my phone from the side of me and then seeing that it’s Rylee’ phone “babe, where is my phone?” I spat looking around me and then the side table, nothing is there “I don’t know, you might have dropped it” I can’t be bothered to move “what’s your passcode?” I know she has told me but I forget “why? It’s five, five, eight, nine” she said, I know those numbers “my date of birth? Did you change this, I swear it was something else. Just want to text my mom” I am not really, I am just going to check Instagram “sure” tapping her Instagram app and waited for it to load.

Rolling my eyes, Rylee legit called this guy beautiful. Is my girl blind, Kyrie is ugly as fuck and I don’t care. Scrolling down and then Daniel popped up, seeing Daniel’ caption ‘I’m glad I didn’t hit that’ shaking my head thinking why does Rylee follow these fools but you know what I will leave a nice little message on her Instagram. Tapping the camera and turning the camera to face me, I look so tired. Pressing the record button and touching the side of my face “oh shit” looking behind me and grabbing Rylee’ pantie “what a mess” I didn’t even notice that was in the shot “what are you doing!?” Rylee shouted, throwing her pantie on the floor “nothing” looking back at the camera “are you going to come and join me or not!?” she asked, raising an eyebrow smirking “for another round?” I spat smiling wide “if you get out of bed then yes baby” busting out laughing stopping the recording “what are you up too?” Rylee said as I captioned the video ‘morning sex is the best kind of sex :)’ I know Rylee will kill me but I don’t care, throwing her phone to the side of me getting out of bed.

Rylee looks so relaxed in the bath, she opened her eyes and looked down to my dick “it’s cute when it’s soft” side eyeing her “you wasn’t saying cute last night, screaming and shit. Move forward then babe” Rylee moved forward and shuffled forward a little, climbing into the bath behind her. Slowly sliding down the bath tub “your fat ass takes too much space” she shuffled back into me “don’t be so mean to me, that hurts my feelings” wrapping my arms around Rylee “you think your parents are upset we didn’t go there?” pressing a kiss to the side of her forehead “possibly but I don’t care, I wanted time away with you. Just you and I, nobody else. My dad likes to have your attention on him, then we could never have sex. I mean we could but not so open like this” she got a point “I prefer this, what we doing anyways? Shall we go to the beach?” Rylee nodded her head “after another round like you said” looking ahead of me “this looks so dope, seeing the scenery from here, you chose well even though they think it’s our honeymoon” Rylee giggled “well I wanted them to make it pretty for you” leaning my head down and nuzzling Rylee’ neck “I think your neck has too much space, I need to add a few more hickeys” her neck is bad but I love it “leave my neck alone” placing my hands on her breasts.

Drying my neck with the towel while watching Rylee do her makeup “do you know where my phone is at though?” I am still trying to find it “did you not look in your bag? Where did you have it last? Reminds me, I need to look at my phone too” throwing the towel on the bed “put some boxers on, you can’t be bending over like that” Rylee said, laughing as I turned to look at Rylee “that is right, I can’t help but walk around naked. I am trying to air dry you know but I need my phone, I was looking at my Instagram when I was on the bed” walking towards Rylee “I swear to god, stop it. I am looking in the mirror and all I can see is that pencil swinging” Rylee quickly got up from the seat “put your dick away and leave me alone, we have had enough sex please let me get ready” I was going to pull her towel off but I won’t “hmmm fine but can you find my phone for me, I will get some clothes on” Rylee scoffed “you men” she said in a huff, feeling a slap to my butt “you need to stop this, you already bit my butt” I think she got a fetish with my butt.

Pulling my cut-off jeans up, I don’t really have any shorts to wear for the water so I hope we don’t go in the water “found your phone” grabbing my belt from the couch “oh for real? Where?” turning around to Rylee “it was on the floor at the side of the bed, the battery has died on it though” taking my phone from her “ok, get ready then babe. I am waiting” Rylee turned around to walk away “erm, excuse me. Where my kiss?” Rylee sighed out turning back around, poking my lips out. She pecked my lips “I love you Christopher” she said as she walked away “I love you too Rylee” now I need to find a charger “babe, you got a charger though?” Rylee groaned out “why can’t you just find it” smiling at her annoyance “but you my wife, you need to help me” the charger fell on the floor because she threw it “thank you!” I shouted, luckily I was not standing there.

I can always tell when my phone is on, it will not stop buzzing but I will let it charge before I check it “what do you think?” Rylee spoke, looking up from my MacBook. My eyes fell onto Rylee’ feet and I dragged my eyes slowly up her legs “Rylee it’s too much leg” seeing the booty shorts and then her stomach being exposed “oh stop it, it’s hot out there. I don’t care I am wearing it” closing my laptop “I don’t want people seeing your body” placing my laptop to the side of me “I am wearing it!” she spat, my phone buzzing none stop means someone is calling me. Getting off the couch and jogging towards my phone, seeing Mijo’ name. Answering the phone “bro” pulling the charging cable out “I thought you died in pussy bro, you good?” busting out laughing “I am happy, I’m good. My phone died, you good?” walking back over to the couch “look, I tried calling you for time. Nigga, I was on the bus and I get a notification saying Chris Brown has gone live now, I ain’t click it and left it but your mom did and it was a blank screen but we could hear you moaning” my face softened in shock “we couldn’t see shit but I called your phone so many times and it cut it off so it came off” staring ahead of me in shock “please tell me you saw nothing?” I am so fucked, Rylee is looking at me like she is not happy “nothing but you both had a good night” Mijo laughed “I will call you back, my girl is looking at me angry” Mijo snorted “you in trouble, talking about morning sex but I had to like that post of hers” I wrote that shit so I think Rylee is not happy “mhmmm talk soon” disconnecting the call quickly.

I wonder what she knows “do you know how much abuse I am getting because of you? Why did you do that” so she don’t know “it’s just funny, you know. I don’t know because I saw the beautiful guy and I got annoyed but there is other things to talk about, like me. I did something stupid, when I dropped my phone I didn’t know I pressed Instagram live and then my phone dropped so I didn’t know, Mijo just said but they couldn’t see anything but heard me moaning and that was it” I said without letting Rylee speak “oh my god, Chris! What the fuck, my family are going to think I am some hoe, I have work colleagues on this. Oh my god!” Rylee sat down and then placed her hands over her face “I am sorry” I shrugged not knowing what to say “I mean I am your husband so you are pleasing me, it is not a bad thing. I am not ashamed, please don’t be upset with me” Rylee shook her head looking up “morning sex and then that, I came here to get away from shit but now I am being blasted as some hoe when I am not that. I am only like that with you, fuck!” I am so stupid “they are calling you a hoe because they are jealous, they are jealous of us. Fuck them, you my hoe. You have a beautiful body and you had my toes curling in pleasure, fuck them” grabbing hold of her hand “come, we going out as we would. Let’s leave our phones here, fuck the world and let’s be us” Rylee looked up at me in sadness “if you didn’t think you was bomb as fuck then you wouldn’t be showing your legs like that, just come” I don’t want my girl being sad about shit “this is your time for us, stop being sad about shit Rylee, please. People just want us to fail and I don’t want that, we have come this far” Rylee remained silent, I hate silence “you still paying for my food though?” a smile formed on her face “I hate you sometimes, fine” she held my hand as she got up from the couch.

Drinking my bottle of water waiting for Rylee “thanks for paying for my water” I said smiling, she side eyed me putting her shades on “this is a really weird feeling, to be paid for. I mean I don’t know about you Joe but a female paying, this has never happened to me. Like this shit I appreciate so much” placing the cap back on the bottle “I can tell you do, I love paying for you. It’s small but whatever, I am kind of hungry so can we just walk the beach and then eat” nodding my head “but Joe did say that there is a few paparazzi around” Rylee shrugged “I am not going to freak out, I am hoping the blogs are being kind. Just let’s not remember that” Joe chuckled “But Rylee, Chris should be more embarrassed, he was howling” mean mugging Joe as he laughed at me “you watched it!?” Rylee spat “you need too, barely hear you but him!” he pointed laughing even more “ok, ok. Nigga shut the fuck up” now I feel annoyed as fuck “all that moaning, huffing and puffing” Rylee is laughing now ain’t she “seriously, whatever you were doing had Chris crying” walking off in annoyance “oh no baby, don’t. Look what you did” Rylee said.

Walking hand in hand with Rylee just on the tideline “you have such skinny legs and feet, it’s weird. How does it hold your big head” looking down at my feet smiling “you got jokes booty biter” grinning at her “pussy muncher” she retorted “dick sucker” I couldn’t think of anything else, Rylee giggled at me “wow Chris, that was lame. I was expecting better” I feel stupid now “same, it just kind of slipped out. But on a real, thank you. Thank you for all of this, I rather be here in the sun with you, I would have had Kyrie jumping on me and your dad taking me to Walmart to shop with him but I like it, no lie but then what about you. Your dad asked about the wedding and your grandma wants us to go Barbados, I don’t know but if you want we can get married there? It will be more private for us or we can do it in LA but you know how that will go” Rylee used her free hand to take her shades off “you really want that Chris? I don’t mind it, I don’t want nothing big. I mean actually, I want a bomb dress” she is lying she wants it big “but we can do it big there too or we can go to a different country, I just want to marry you but it’s hard. We are looking at next year, that is a long-time babe” my schedule is booked “this is why I had to take you away now even though it is back to work tomorrow, I will think on it” the sun is strong as hell.

Bringing Rylee’ hand up kissing the back of her hand “I hate this” she mumbled to me “the cameras? I am used to it but it’s annoying and then it makes it worse when people gather, this is why your dad worries. You get it?” Rylee nodded in silence “I do but I don’t know, Chris I don’t know” chuckling at Rylee “you do know, you want to leave” she sighed out “but! I feel like a failed and just met a rich boyfriend” Rylee yelped running as the waves came in “oh stop it” laughing at her “just listen to me” moving back and pulling Rylee with me “you haven’t started this job, drop it” Rylee stared into my eyes “you want this?” she said in whisper “I do want that baby, I want to have my girl with me” Rylee placed her free arm around my neck “I don’t think I could rest thinking of you being away from me” I hope she agrees “I will stay with you” I didn’t want to cheer but I am “yes! God yes! She said yes!” I shouted, Rylee placed her forehead on my chest “you are so embarrassing” Rylee said in a whisper “nigga, will you just move” Joe said all annoyed.

I have created a little too much attention now, my loud ass mouth “you happy now though? You not upset anymore? It honestly broke my heart when I saw you on your knees at that moment” Rylee said at the side of me “I didn’t expect it from you, I didn’t expect you to run at me like that and get on your knees” looking over at Rylee “I was so happy to see you Rylee, I thought I lost you and I had a real bad week so thank you for this. I will never do you wrong trust me, that was just me begging for forgiveness and thanking god you came back” leaning down and pressing a kiss to her lips “I forgive you but now I want to make sure they looking after you on that tour” I cooed out “all I need is feeding, hugs, kisses and more kisses” I cheesed, noticing the paparazzi getting closer to us “shall we go and get some food now, somewhere where we can’t see them” Rylee nodded, this is too much and a little annoying “I will look after you Chris, I got you” I feel so happy and secure with Rylee.

Joe is sat on the table with us “I feel like the third wheel with two lovebirds, man. This sucks” he complained “you get paid to see this so be happy, and besides. This is what you get for laughing at me” Joe started laughing again “this little nigga is so whipped Rylee, when he is with you he is like a little baby. When you ain’t here he be bossing niggas around like he top boss” waving Joe off “you saying I am lying then?” drinking my Sprite ignoring him “ok, so you are saying you ain’t whipped? Then why did you say don’t tell Rylee I drink lean, she be upset” placing my drink down “I used too! I did that when she went away, I just don’t like upsetting her. I am about to fire you” Joe is mad annoying “you leave Joe alone, he cares about me. Thank you, he just loves me a lot” Rylee said “so there is that dickhead” I spat “but if you drink lean I will bite your butt again” Rylee said, Joe busted out laughing “oh shit, oh my god! You telling me, oh no. I am gone, yo. I am going away from you both” he got up running away “why you telling niggas about booty biting for? That is mad weird” she shrugged “you should be glad I ain’t put a finger up there” pulling a face at her “drink lean and I will punish you so bad, now I know you sensitive about your butt I will get you” pouting my lips out at her, let me be good.

“Y’all ready to go now?” Joe finally came back “yeah, I need the bathroom though” getting up from the seat “I do too actually” Rylee spoke up, licking my lips watching Rylee get up. I can see the outline of her nipple piercing which is such a turn on and her legs, such a blessing to god “come” Rylee said, walking behind her inside the building “the bathroom down there?” I asked one of the waiters “yeah, male on the left and female on the right at the back” nodding my head, glaring at these white men looking at my girl. Speeding up my walk and walked around the corner, Rylee was about to walk into the female bathroom. Grabbing onto her hand “what?” Rylee said a little shocked “you ever had sex in a public bathroom?” Rylee gawked at me “are you for real? I mean we have done enough shit Chris” she said in a whisper, moving Rylee back as a female walked out “I mean if we get caught so fuck it, I am fucking my wife. They think we both hoes so why not” Rylee is looking at me like I am crazy.

I could see it in his eyes, the lust, Chris’ eyes change when he is feigning. I can’t believe he is thinking this. He tugged me closer to him, guiding my hand down his chest to the bulge in the front of his jeans and placing my hand right on it. He squeezed my hand around it “you already got me hard, you only live once Rylee. You with me?” he is being very real about this “fine” I whispered, I think my responsible side of my brain had shut down and let the more reckless side take over because this is crazy “wait here” he moved back, is this real life. I feel like a naughty teenage girl doing this, this is crazy. Biting my bottom lip smiling to myself, I got butterflies in my stomach.

I barely had enough time to register that we were in the men's bathroom before he had me slammed up against the wall, his mouth attacking mine. That happened so quick that I couldn’t register any of it “are you ok about this?” he said as he pulled back for air, I nodded slowly, my teeth chewing on my bottom lip, both excited and scared. Chris pushed me into a stall, locking the door behind him before his lips went back to mine, his tongue seeking out mine. His hands tugged the straps of my bikini to free my breasts. He palmed my breast roughly, his fingers tweaking at my nipples “Chris” I moaned into his mouth before he turned me around so that I was no longer facing him, he bent me over so that I placed my hands on the back of the toilet.

I gasped as Chris wasted no time in yanking down my booty shorts and my thong. My mind is a whirlwind of lust, too clouded to even think. I heard the clinking of his belt as he undid and released himself from his own jeans. I jumped slightly as I felt his tongue on the small of my back, before dragging it along the line of my spine. I shivered and let my eyes close. My legs shook in anticipation at what was to come, he held me up by my hips as he kicked them further apart “don’t be too loud” he said and I opened my mouth to respond but he was already at my entrance, pushing the tip inside me “mhmm” I moaned and instead of entering me further he pulled back “mhmmm what?” he said, the head of his dick rubbing between my folds, teasing the answer out of me.

“Yes, sir” I whimpered, he plunged himself into me in one smooth thrust, I could hardly control the strangled groan that left me as I curled my hands into fists. He pulled almost all the way out before ramming himself back into me, there is nothing soft or sweet about what we are doing, it was rough, hard fucking. We are reduced to grunts and groans as he fucked me from behind, each thrust more powerful than the last. My thighs quivered as my wetness started seeping out of my pussy and dripped down them. I let out a moan of pleasure as his thrust hit me just right and arched further into him.

“sshhh” Chris hissed suddenly and put his hand over my mouth to muffle my moans, my eyes widened as I heard someone enter the bathroom. They walked right past the stall we are in and then I hear the zipper coming down, holding back a moan closing my eyes. Chris hadn't stopped thrusting into me, he had only slowed down and softened the force of them. I panted around his hand as my hair clung to my forehead and neck, the wet strands sticking uncomfortably to my skin.

Whoever it was that was out there, quickly relieved himself and went to wash his hands, so oblivious to what was going on feet away from him. I held my breath and strained my ears as he walked past and then paused. The silence in the room is deafening, I am dying here. My eyes rolled back in relief as the sound of the hand dryer, Chris twisted his hips and my eyes widened, a loud moan ready to escape me. My mouth opened on its own and I quickly clamped my teeth down on his hand. His hips bucked and he pulled my hips back on him as he let out a loud grunt, Chris and I both stilled, listening to see if we had been caught but thankfully the sound of the dryer had drowned us out, hearing the footsteps fade and the door close behind him.

My muscles clenched together and clenched around his dick, the whole situation is too much for me and making me reach my peak a lot sooner “come for me” Chris said, letting his hand move away from my mouth and in my hair, yanking it back so that my whole body bowed and arched. My lips parted and my eyelids fluttered as small whimpers and cries left me. I bit my tongue almost to the point of it bleeding as Chris slammed the hand that had been wrapped round my hair into the wall of the stall, his fingers curling around the top as his own orgasm took over, trying to control himself “fuck” He said as we stayed still and silent for a minute, panting and breathing heavily.

I let out a long breath before pulling up my panties and booty shorts up “I feel so wet” turning to Chris, Chris had the biggest smirk on his face “that was good” he zipped his pants up “I need to look in the mirror, lock the door or something” Chris unlocked the stall and stepped out, I feel like a total mess right now “come out” opening the stall, I feel so sore “oh god” I said in a whisper walking over to the mirror. My hair looks a mess, my skin flushed and my lips are swollen. Sighing out because in generally, I look like I had just been fucked. Fucked good and hard at that “do I look bad?” looking at Chris, he shook his head “just fine baby, you look beautiful” he moved his hand away from the door, walking over to me and pushed my hair down a little “just go and pee and come back” he smiled at me, I love him so much.

Walking out of the ladies’ bathroom, Chris has the biggest smirk on his face and I can’t stop smiling either. Holding onto this hand “I am a little sore, walk slowly” I don’t know why he is dragging me along like that when I am in pain, I feel like I am doing the walk of shame right now. When people look at me it is like they know we just had sex, does it look like I had sex. Joe looks so unimpressed right now “took y’all damn time” he spat and then froze, he let out an oh “y’all didn’t! Oh god, y’all some nasty ass niggas bruh!” hiding behind Chris in shame “you paid the money?” Chris said ignoring him “yeah, we can go” I feel so naughty about this, this must be the craziest thing I have done in my life.

[littlekatlizzy]

Rant about the most amazing people

Hello @missikowoman I’m choosing you as my first victim of this post since it’s your birthday today. (By the way, happy birthday) (again) I will just get straight to the point of this whole thing which is basically just me rambling about the stuff I love about you and if I don’t get to it now I’ll probabaly never finish but ANYWAYS: I love you. First things first, okay, I love you so much, holy shit alright I never guessed we would become so damn close because we were hating each other so much??? I love how a single mention of a videogame got us to the point we are at now and seriously I could never be any morehappier. You always say I’m the mom friend but then there’s you, the smol bitch that can roast anything and everyone in the blink of an eye, taking care of me like I was the child in the group. Whenever I’m feeling down you always seem to notice and immediately talk to me and try to cheer me up. When I’m sick you just randomly drop by only to fall asleep on my couch (yes I will forever remember this).We can talk about the naughtiest shit together and I never have to worry about you judging me and that is just something I’m so thankful for, regarding the shit we talked about. You give me advice. You didn’t even call me childish yesterday during the poweroutage where I almost started to cry. You’re the cutest DEAN or Wonho stan I know and whener you see Jungkook do some extra thing like he always does..I just love that dissapointed mom look you have on your face. I love how you love astrology. And that biology is pretty much your life is hella cute to me and I have no idea why, probably because you’re an adorable little nerd. I love your rage quits about your english teacher. I love how you aren’t ashamed to tell almost everyone that you’re kinda gay and that’s SO ADORABLE??? WHY ARE YOU SO ADORABLE??? I know it’s not much gayness but hey like I always say, you’re the cutest pan I know. (And the only one but AHEAM) Your addiction to Marvel is cute because it makes you even more of a nerd. AND THEN THIS CACTUS ADDICTION LIKE I CAN’T EVEN HAVE ALL CACTUS IN THE WORLD PLEASE! Oh and, yes. You ARE a makeup queen. You slay. You slay me. You slay @mermaiqprincess , you slay life. I love you.

Now to @mermaiqprincess yes hi okay this is awkward. We were best friends for around four years. Had a huge ass fight. Didn’t really talk for..4-5 years? But wow. Okay. We’re finding each other again. I’m still flashed by this, seriously. Please forgive me for not saying a lot about you. But I can happily and honestly say that you are fucking amazing. A cutiepie. Yes, you’re thin. You always were. But I still think you’re fucking beautiful okay bitch you better remember this. We’re not fully back, this might take a while for us to do. But I’m so happy we talked things out and that we’re talking again because it really hurt not to talk to you. Sweetheart, I love you, yeah? And I want to thank you for the amazing shit we’ve been through. And that even though we’re still at the beginning, you’re also trying to cheer me up no matter what. I love you. Thank you. You’re amazing.

@littlxravxn yes hello there. My baddest bitch out there. Fuck I love you. I know we fight a lot. I hate myself for every fight I had with you. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I honestly sometimes think I dont deserve to be friends with such an amazing being like you. You’ve always been my rolemodel. In everyway. You’re so amazing at art. Skilled in english. You can sing so well. You have an amazing style. You slay at makeup. I know this is childish. But I’m always just so envious of you. You’ve gone through a lot of shit that you didn’t deserve. I wish I could have helped you. I wish I could have been a better friend during these times. I wish I would be able to let you feel the love you deserve, because it’s so much more than what I can give you. I know you’re probably wondering why I’m not answering you on whatsapp right now, but I hope once you see this you will know why. I want to thank you. I want to thank you for always taking care of me. For being able to cheer me up in ways that others don’t even think of. I want to thank you for bearing with me when I’m just rambling about stupid bullshit and probably annoy the hell out of you. I want to thank you for coming over, although you have to go such a long way. I don’t do this. And I feel awful about that. I don’t deserve you. I want to thank you for almost 8 years of being my best friend. Thank you for those times we drove away together during vacation. Thank you for falling asleep against the car seat and waking up witht the marks on your face and making me laugh. Thank you for letting me be an annoying clingy little shit, even when it get’s on your nerves. Thank you for brightening up my days. Gosh I’m about to cry right now, I just really love you so much and I hope you know this. I can’t imagine living without you anymore. You’re my sister now. I don’t want to let go of you ever in my whole life. I love you. I can’t say it enough how much I love you. You just mean so much to me and I really,really,really hope that I will be able to help you go through the future. I want to travel the world with you, like you wanted. We’ll do this together, okay? You and I. Maybe the other two girls come along as well. I just want to be close to you. I want to assure you that you mean the world to me. Lexy I really love you. My best friend and sister, I will love and worship you forever. I will always be your little clingy koala. For as long as you want me to. I love you.

Aheam, now that I’ve stopped crying..(I had to wait 5 minutes to calm down)…let’s continue with you @lazyspida Ah, yes, the bias hoe. You’re crazy, You’re good at everything. You’re so fucking smart???? How??? Teach me your ways?? Okay but like..you’ve been my best friend since seventh grade. I think I just got out of therapy at that time right? When we thought everything was over and then had that one person to fuck us up completely. Honestly, I’m still not over it. I’m amazed by your existance. You look so cool on the outside. Back then I literally thought you had no feelings? Like all you ever did was either keep a poker face or smile when talking about spongebob. I remember the time we watched that movie in german class and everyone was crying asthe sister died and you just sat in the back of the class and laughed. You’re amazing. I remember the first time I saw you cry. I thought the world was about to end. I never saw you cry. I was so fucking worried, you have no idea. I remember the latest time I saw you cry. Las year on your birthday. The surprise party we planned. You’re our baby, and the fact that you didn’t know what to do just kind of upset me. You kept talking about wanting to go out and eat but your parents wouldn’t agree..Well… you know what happened. When we were standing in front of the restaurant and took off your blindfolf..it was obvious that you didn’t really understand what was happening. But gosh, I swear, that moment you started crying inside the restaurant, I cried too. I know they were happy tears but whenever I see you cry my world just breaks into pieces (hi @missikowoman ) and I feel like I did something wrong. I’m still blaming myself for the thing you told us in the café. I swear, I didn’t mean it. Please, the next time this happens just slap me across the face. I love you so much baby I would never do this on purpose. Yes, I admit, sometimes when we meet up I leave the room for a minute or two because it’s so loud. But I love you. I would never want to end this friendship. You mean so much to me. I promise to never hurt you like this again. And if I do, you may hurt me worse. I’ll sign a contract for this. I love you Spida, don’t forget that.

We’re almost at an end. Phew.

@bts-exo-seouls . Yup. It’s you my dear. I’m a bit fucked right now. I don’t know where to start. Okay so first of all, wow. Did I already tell you how much I love the way we met? Because, damn, I really love the way we met. We should have met sooner though. Way sooner. Will you still be able to get a hotel in Germany for this year? I hope so. Oh tell your dad I said hi. Now then..aheam. Yes. Sam. Sameeksha. God your name is so cute. I’ve been practicing the pronouncing. I think I’m getting there. Sammie, the one who knows how to kill me the best. I’m so amazed by you. Wow. You’re a pro at editing, writing, make up on point. Your english is PERFECT, just saying. I feel like a noob. I loved our valentines date. You got so flustered, it was adorable. I’m still trying to fix my camera, but I’m getting there. I’m already planning so many different things to pay you back for killing me. Just wait for your birthday. Just wait. OH and please send me your adress so that I can start working on that package aye. Sam, you’re my baby. Yes, I know, it’s just a few months. But I stil love you and want to protect you. You’re a mom frined. You definitely are. You give such great advice. I’m so proud of you. Sam, I love you. Sameeksha, मैं तुमसे प्यार करता हूँ (I hope this was right, if not blame google) <3

@littledinox Hi there sweetheart. Mal im Ernst ich wusste nicht ob ich auf Deutsch oder Englisch schreiben sollte aber hey, du siehst was daraus entstanden ist. Junge, du bist korrekt. Möchte ich jetzt mal ganz klar machen, okay? Du bist verdammt geil. Bist du sicher dass du später Koch werden willst? Ich meine, die Sache mit dem Reis…ne kleiner Scherz. Eigentlich wollte ich auf deine stories hinaus. Ich muss ehrlich sagen, dass deine Kapitel kurz gestaltet sind, aber ich weiß auch dass es schwer ist bei so etwas viel zu schreiben. In diesem Moment drehe ich halb durch weil ich befürchte bei dir steht am Ende zu wening. Was ich aber eigentlich sagen wollte ist, dass ich übelst stolz auf dich bin. Dass du dich dazu entschieden hast, dass du dich getraut hast mir zu erzählen was in dir vorgeht. Mir von deinem Erknenntniss zu erzählen. Ich möchte ganz ehrlich sein, ich will dass du weißt dass du immer auf mich zählen kannst. Wie in deiner Geschichte. Ich bringe dir auch Decke und Kissen in die Tiefgarage wenn du sie brauchst ;) Mein Freund, ich bin stolz auf dich. Ich hab dich lieb. Und ich hoffe dass du immer so bleibst wie du bist.

So yeah I’m kinda sorry to everyone who reads this because this is really just me being sentimental but I hope that the people on here know now how much I appreciate them and how much I love them.

I love you all <3