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“Go Ask Ya Manzz”- N.M

Not my best- don’t drag me.-

“Nick I’m not talking about this anymore. It’s not that big of a deal.” I shouted frustrated as i ran my hands through my hair. Storming up to Nicks room in order to grab my hoodie I left before the party. I kicked off my heels. And graves the all white adidas. I sigh. Ever since me and Nick had been at it since you left the the party — well, more like since Nick dragged me out of the house.

The whole argument was stupid; Nick wasn’t able to keep his anger under control and nearly knocked a guy out for simply dancing with me. Not even in a sexual kind of way.the intentions were harmless; just having fun, like anyone would want to at that stupid party, but seeing as i were there with Nick. He made it almost impossible for me to let loose. “Not a big deal?” Nick repeated, ramming into the room, shutting the door harshly behind him. “It’s a huge fucking deal, Y/N. You were all over him!”

“I was not all over him, Jack. I was having fun, okay?” I was now half way in on if my all white shoes and swallowed by my hoodie. “Grinding on some dick at a club is fun?” Nick questioned sarcastically. “You know damn well he wanted you and you gave into it.”

“What do you want me to say, Nick?That I’m sorry? Tough luck, because I’m not.” You spat. Nick raised an eyebrow, taken back by the words that had passed through my lips. Tough tit, but I meant what i said. I wasn’t sorry; I was having fun. If anyone should be sorry, it should be Him — he was the one who went ballistic over nonsense.

“I can’t fucking believe you” he spat turning and sitting in his bed.

“Well Nick I’m not sure what you want from me, because I did nothing wrong” I state standing up straighter. Grabbing my keys and folding my arms, I went to stand in front of him. “What the fuck is wrong with you. Do you really ever think I’d cheat on you? With him?” This was my way of reassuring him. Not my best efforts. “It was your idea going to that stupid party anyways” i hadn’t wanted to go. Just a movie night is what I was promised. But he promised his friends to go to the party. And I guess I just got caught up in the promises. “You know what Nick? Whatever. I’m leaving” I stated. Grabbing my shoe off my foot and grabbing the other in my hand.

I quickly wanted out of the room down the stairs and past his other boys walking in the door. “Heyyyy!!! (Y/N)!!! What happened to you and Ya Manzzz and the party” a large drunk Zion stumble inbetween Austin and Brandon.

“How about YOU go ask YA Manz?” Pushing my way out of the door.

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“Go Ask Ya Manzz”- N.M

Not my best- don’t drag me.-

“Nick I’m not talking about this anymore. It’s not that big of a deal.” I shouted frustrated as i ran my hands through my hair. Storming up to Nicks room in order to grab my hoodie I left before the party. I kicked off my heels. And graves the all white adidas. I sigh. Ever since me and Nick had been at it since you left the the party — well, more like since Nick dragged me out of the house.

The whole argument was stupid; Nick wasn’t able to keep his anger under control and nearly knocked a guy out for simply dancing with me. Not even in a sexual kind of way.the intentions were harmless; just having fun, like anyone would want to at that stupid party, but seeing as i were there with Nick. He made it almost impossible for me to let loose. “Not a big deal?” Nick repeated, ramming into the room, shutting the door harshly behind him. “It’s a huge fucking deal, Y/N. You were all over him!”

“I was not all over him, Jack. I was having fun, okay?” I was now half way in on if my all white shoes and swallowed by my hoodie. “Grinding on some dick at a club is fun?” Nick questioned sarcastically. “You know damn well he wanted you and you gave into it.”

“What do you want me to say, Nick?That I’m sorry? Tough luck, because I’m not.” You spat. Nick raised an eyebrow, taken back by the words that had passed through my lips. Tough tit, but I meant what i said. I wasn’t sorry; I was having fun. If anyone should be sorry, it should be Him — he was the one who went ballistic over nonsense.

“I can’t fucking believe you” he spat turning and sitting in his bed.

“Well Nick I’m not sure what you want from me, because I did nothing wrong” I state standing up straighter. Grabbing my keys and folding my arms, I went to stand in front of him. “What the fuck is wrong with you. Do you really ever think I’d cheat on you? With him?” This was my way of reassuring him. Not my best efforts. “It was your idea going to that stupid party anyways” i hadn’t wanted to go. Just a movie night is what I was promised. But he promised his friends to go to the party. And I guess I just got caught up in the promises. “You know what Nick? Whatever. I’m leaving” I stated. Grabbing my shoe off my foot and grabbing the other in my hand.

I quickly wanted out of the room down the stairs and past his other boys walking in the door. “Heyyyy!!! (Y/N)!!! What happened to you and Ya Manzzz and the party” a large drunk Zion stumble inbetween Austin and Brandon.

“How about YOU go ask YA Manz?” Pushing my way out of the door.

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“Go Ask Ya Manzz”- N.M

Not my best- don’t drag me.-

“Nick I’m not talking about this anymore. It’s not that big of a deal.” I shouted frustrated as i ran my hands through my hair. Storming up to Nicks room in order to grab my hoodie I left before the party. I kicked off my heels. And graves the all white adidas. I sigh. Ever since me and Nick had been at it since you left the the party — well, more like since Nick dragged me out of the house.

The whole argument was stupid; Nick wasn’t able to keep his anger under control and nearly knocked a guy out for simply dancing with me. Not even in a sexual kind of way.the intentions were harmless; just having fun, like anyone would want to at that stupid party, but seeing as i were there with Nick. He made it almost impossible for me to let loose. “Not a big deal?” Nick repeated, ramming into the room, shutting the door harshly behind him. “It’s a huge fucking deal, Y/N. You were all over him!”

“I was not all over him, Jack. I was having fun, okay?” I was now half way in on if my all white shoes and swallowed by my hoodie. “Grinding on some dick at a club is fun?” Nick questioned sarcastically. “You know damn well he wanted you and you gave into it.”

“What do you want me to say, Nick?That I’m sorry? Tough luck, because I’m not.” You spat. Nick raised an eyebrow, taken back by the words that had passed through my lips. Tough tit, but I meant what i said. I wasn’t sorry; I was having fun. If anyone should be sorry, it should be Him — he was the one who went ballistic over nonsense.

“I can’t fucking believe you” he spat turning and sitting in his bed.

“Well Nick I’m not sure what you want from me, because I did nothing wrong” I state standing up straighter. Grabbing my keys and folding my arms, I went to stand in front of him. “What the fuck is wrong with you. Do you really ever think I’d cheat on you? With him?” This was my way of reassuring him. Not my best efforts. “It was your idea going to that stupid party anyways” i hadn’t wanted to go. Just a movie night is what I was promised. But he promised his friends to go to the party. And I guess I just got caught up in the promises. “You know what Nick? Whatever. I’m leaving” I stated. Grabbing my shoe off my foot and grabbing the other in my hand.

I quickly wanted out of the room down the stairs and past his other boys walking in the door. “Heyyyy!!! (Y/N)!!! What happened to you and Ya Manzzz and the party” a large drunk Zion stumble inbetween Austin and Brandon.

“How about YOU go ask YA Manz?” Pushing my way out of the door.

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“Go Ask Ya Manzz”- N.M

Not my best- don’t drag me.-

"Nick I’m not talking about this anymore. It’s not that big of a deal.” I shouted frustrated as i ran my hands through my hair. Storming up to Nicks room in order to grab my hoodie I left before the party. I kicked off my heels. And graves the all white adidas. I sigh. Ever since me and Nick had been at it since you left the the party — well, more like since Nick dragged me out of the house.

The whole argument was stupid; Nick wasn’t able to keep his anger under control and nearly knocked a guy out for simply dancing with me. Not even in a sexual kind of way.the intentions were harmless; just having fun, like anyone would want to at that stupid party, but seeing as i were there with Nick. He made it almost impossible for me to let loose. “Not a big deal?” Nick repeated, ramming into the room, shutting the door harshly behind him. “It’s a huge fucking deal, Y/N. You were all over him!”

“I was not all over him, Jack. I was having fun, okay?” I was now half way in on if my all white shoes and swallowed by my hoodie. “Grinding on some dick at a club is fun?” Nick questioned sarcastically. “You know damn well he wanted you and you gave into it.”

“What do you want me to say, Nick?That I’m sorry? Tough luck, because I’m not.” You spat. Nick raised an eyebrow, taken back by the words that had passed through my lips. Tough tit, but I meant what i said. I wasn’t sorry; I was having fun. If anyone should be sorry, it should be Him — he was the one who went ballistic over nonsense.

“I can’t fucking believe you” he spat turning and sitting in his bed.

“Well Nick I’m not sure what you want from me, because I did nothing wrong” I state standing up straighter. Grabbing my keys and folding my arms, I went to stand in front of him. “What the fuck is wrong with you. Do you really ever think I’d cheat on you? With him?” This was my way of reassuring him. Not my best efforts. “It was your idea going to that stupid party anyways” i hadn’t wanted to go. Just a movie night is what I was promised. But he promised his friends to go to the party. And I guess I just got caught up in the promises. “You know what Nick? Whatever. I’m leaving” I stated. Grabbing my shoe off my foot and grabbing the other in my hand.

I quickly wanted out of the room down the stairs and past his other boys walking in the door. “Heyyyy!!! (Y/N)!!! What happened to you and Ya Manzzz and the party” a large drunk Zion stumble inbetween Austin and Brandon.

“How about YOU go ask YA Manz?” Pushing my way out of the door.

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I’m going to go cry

Okay so, walk with me here... You and B both just broke up with your S/O’s And y’all are really good friends. Like best friends. And one day y’all are talking and some how, Y’all end up making out. But, then you don’t feel right about it, because you don’t want to ruin friendship. However, he tells you not to worry about that. And thennn. Somehow, y’all end up having sex. And thennn they become friends with benefits. But like Best friends with benefits. Okay that is all bye -🌻

but then what if y’all actually fall in love? like..? idk

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Honestly

I have content ideas...

But I don’t wannawrote if no one will read

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Why am I all of them. I am what we call multi layered!

types of girls : pretty french words edition 🕊

aurore (dawn); stays up late, doesn’t say their deepest thoughts, quiet but their presence is warm, disappears to recharge, likes love letters & mornings

bisou (kiss); gets crushes easily but may fear intimacy, loves soft things, cares a lot about what others think, wants love more than anything

sourire (smile); always tries to be happy, friends with everyone, prefers movies over books, talks a lot, radiant smile, hard-working, gives the best hugs

ange (angel); daydreams a lot, loves fashion & aesthetics, wishes they were a flower, loves affection, pure-hearted, moody, glowy skin and hair

espoir (hope); seems calm, takes long showers, strong-minded, loud laugh, likes pet names & cliché things, will be there for you, loves new beginnings

sirène (mermaid); scared of being alone, carefree, loves the moon, bilingual, mood changes like the weather, sad most of the time, a bit mysterious

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PrettyMuch as things my roommate has said to me

Austin:

“You deserve bootyrubs when your falling asleep Bby girl, not someone who is going to yell at you because he left his homework here”

Brandon:

“Looooooookkkkk at herrerrrrrrr, well shit I might be gay then”

Edwin:

“Yeah, imma get a baby, but just for a few hours. Nah, I’ll just get a dog”

Nick:

*Wears shorts in the rain “well you know what they say about hoes…, wait, I didn’t mean to call myself a hoe”

Zion:

“Bro we can’t leave our room, I stole their Pizza”

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preference - how you first meet [party edition]

brandon

“this dj sucks,” you exclaimed to no one in particular, rolling your eyes as the dj played yet another stupid song. you’d come to the party to dance and have a good time, not stand around as he fidgeted with his soundboard and played wack ass techno songs from the mid 90s. now, you loved a good 90s song, but there were only so many times you could dance to “what is love” and “rhythm is a dancer” and whatever random boy band shit was playing. huffing, you told your friend to hold your drink as you made your way toward where the dj stood.

“hey four eyes!” you yelled, smirking as he looked over at you with a raised eyebrow. “you mind playing something from this century?”you walked over towards his booth and eyed him as he shuffled around, obviously not knowing exactly what he was doing. “have you even used a soundboard before?”

most guys found your blunt nature a big turn off and would often act like you didn’t know what you were talking about, but this guy didn’t seem like that at all.

he scratched the back of his neck and bit his bottom lip. “this is my first time.”

smirking, you reached your arm out and ruffled his hair. “aww, a virgin. don’t worry, four eyes, i’m gonna help you out here.”

“um, it’s brandon.”

edwin

you had just turned 19 and your best friends decided to throw you a huge birthday party. you were quite nervous, if you were honest; in your whole 19 years on the planet, you’d never had a birthday party before… but you weren’t about to tell your best friends that.

the night of the party arrived and you walked out of your apartment in a skin tight red dress, red heels, and decided to actually style your curls for once. driving over to your best friend’s place, you tried to hype yourself up as you listened to your favorite party songs. the drive was quick and you entered your best friend’s place, setting down your purse in a storage cabinet she had nearby.

you called out for your best friend, but instead was met with a man with dyed grey hair. he wasn’t much taller than you, but he looked fairly built.

“um, who are you?” you asked, backing yourself against the door just in case he turned out to be an intruder.

“i’m edwin, y/b/f/n’s (your best friend’s name) cousin. she’s in the shower. are you the birthday girl?”

you shyly nodded and bit your bottom lip. “yeah…”

austin

you didn’t want to go to the party in the first place, but your best friend told you it’d be good to get out of the dorms and meet people for once. you weren’t wearing anything fancy - just a pair of black skinny jeans, an oversized white and black striped sweater, and your beat up pair of vans. when you got to the party, your best friend went to get drinks for you two, but soon you noticed she was chatting with some random guy. so, you settled down in a quiet part of the room and pulled a book out of your purse - you always came prepared! you weren’t sure how much time had passed, but you soon heard a man’s voice.

“excuse me, uh… is this seat taken?”

you looked up from your book and saw the most beautiful man you’d ever laid eyes on. shoulder length blonde hair, brown eyes, and a goofy smile that lit up his face and only made the blush on his cheeks grow more red.

“no, no, go ahead,” you said, blushing, as you scooted over a little and made room for him on the couch.

“thanks,” goofy grin replied, and sat next to you. holding his hand out, he couldn’t help but get lost in your eyes. “i’m austin.”

nick

you were more than a little buzzed, and enjoying yourself to the fullest. with a cup of beer in one hand and your other hand waving around, you swayed to the music as your best friend danced around you. you didn’t want to admit you’d never been to a party, so after a few drinks you decided to copy what everyone else was doing. but now you were drunk.

as the song changed, you excused yourself and walked towards the table where the food was. you had your eye on the last sandwich on the tray and were determined to make it yours. however, it seemed someone else had the same goal in mind. as you reached your hand out to grab it, you instead grabbed onto another hand.

“um, this is my sandwich,” you slurred, as you looked up to meet a pair of brown eyes. “you have pretty eyes, mister.”

the man, seemingly amused by your intoxicated state, pulled his hand back and gestured towards it. “you can have it.”

you picked up the sandwich and held it up to him. “if you gotta mouth, i’d be willing to share.”

he grinned and soon began to laugh. “how many drinks have you had?”

shrugging, you swayed a little to the music and held up your other hand, as if you were counting. “i think four. yeah, four.”

“i don’t think you should drink anymore.” he grabbed your hand and pulled you towards an open couch, sitting you down and taking your cup away from you.

you patted the spot next to you as you looked up at him. “sit with me. i can’t finish this sandwich on my own.”

“that sandwich will be gone after two bites.” he laughed, sitting down next to you.

“then have one bite.” you said, holding out the sandwich towards him.

zion

“take that, you fuckers!” you threw your hands in the air as you pocketed the 8-ball. the guy you were playing shook his head as he begrudgingly handed over another $10 bill.

“how the hell are you so good?” another guy asked.

you shrugged your shoulders, not wanting to be cocky, but in reality you were just good with geometry; after all, pool was all angles. “just luck, i guess.” you batted your lashes at him and watched as he picked up the pool cue.

“you up for another round?” he asked.

you bit your bottom lip and finally got a good look at him. he was gorgeous, with brown eyes (though it was hard to tell since he was squinting) and dyed blonde dreads. he was tall, too - like a fucking tree! shrugging your shoulders, you tried to act like you hadn’t just been checking him out and decided what the hell. might as well pocket another $10.

“okay, but if i win, you owe me $10.”

“that’s fair,” he said, setting up the balls. “if i win, how about you go on a date with me?”

scrunching up your nose, you played off the uninterested look. “i dunno, are you really worth it?”

he laughed, and it was almost as if it brightened up the room. then he quickly grew serious and nodded, his dreads flopping down into his line of vision. “oh yeah.”

“deal,” you said, smiling your cocky grin. “get ready to lose.”

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PrettyMuch as things my roommate has said to me

Austin:

“You deserve bootyrubs when your falling asleep Bby girl, not someone who is going to yell at you because he left his homework here”

Brandon:

“Looooooookkkkk at herrerrrrrrr, well shit I might be gay then”

Edwin:

“Yeah, imma get a baby, but just for a few hours. Nah, I’ll just get a dog”

Nick:

*Wears shorts in the rain “well you know what they say about hoes…, wait, I didn’t mean to call myself a hoe”

Zion:

“Bro we can’t leave our room, I stole their Pizza”

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The guys favorite feature of yours? Lots of love hun💞

Brandon: your eyes. he could songs forever and ever about them. how when you look at him he feels like time has stopped but the earth keeps moving and there’s a funny, lightheaded feeling and his stomach is somehow in his chest, like that feeling you get when you’re on a rollercoaster and you’re at the peak right before the first drop. he loves it.

Edwin: your hands. you have a tendency to trace over his tattoos and it’s always a gentle touch. how when you hold his hand you fiddle with his rings or his bracelets. when you are cuddling in bed or on the sofa and you card your fingers through his hair, floofing it, gently massaging his scalp. he also loves the way you write his name. it’s a weird thing to notice but he’s an artist and has an appreciation for things like that.

Austin: your smile/ laugh. the way it truly stretches from ear to ear when you see him and the little giggles you make when you hear something on the tv during your fave show. or the deep-belly laughs when he does something that makes you bend at the waist and have tears because you can’t stop laughing so hard. he thinks it sounds like music and tries to get you to laugh all the time.

Nick: what doesn’t this man loves about you? legit, could not pick a favorite thing. if he’s being a tease he would say your legs/thighs. saying that loves how the clench around his waist when you’re together and he hits that spot just right. but when he is being sweet he would say your heart. you love v strongly and are so compassionate and such a hopeless romantic. you care deeply for him and for others and it’s unconditional and it makes him want to melt into the floor with happiness every time you tell him.

Zion: your mind. sometimes he doesn’t feel like a lot of people are on the same wavelength as him but you, you make him feel understood. his own mind is probably going a thousand miles per minute and it’s just filled with all these questions and you match that with him. he could talk to you for hours about anything and you don’t make him feel stupid or belittled or like he’s faking it.

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Okay screw it:

“Brandon, I’m so close.” I moan as I pull his head deeper into my pussy

His mouth cupped around my heat as my finger threaded into his messy hair.

“I’m gonna cum, fuck I’m gonna cum Bee.” I moan and grind into his face

His tongue spends up as he licks and sucks feverishly bringing me to my orgasm.

I throw my hand over my mouth as Brandon lifts his head, savoring every bit of juice and cum from his mouth and sucking his finger that were gently placed in my pussy.

“Sweeter than any dessert I’ve ever eaten.” Bee smirks

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just a reminder:

a black girl character growing her hair out long breaks more stereotypes than a black girl character having short hair

a black girl character getting to be soft and fragile breaks more stereotypes than a black girl character being strong all the time

a black girl character being protected and comforted by others breaks more stereotypes than a black girl character having no one to look out for her but herself

a black girl character being considered pretty or cute by other characters breaks more stereotypes than a black girl character being considered unattractive

not everything that is empowering for white girls is empowering for black girls

the sexism we face overlaps, but it is not the same

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wait so is every thursday dedicated to our italian stallion now? bc if so, i am HERE for it!!🌚🌚

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Lmao this got like 810 notes

Dude I was like no one’s gonna talk to you tf u doin

So what i’m tryin to say is R E B L O G so i actually reply to E V E R Y O N E this time lol

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baking cookies with brandon but he just...eats all the cookie dough before you can bake a good batch of them

THIS. IS. SO. SOFT.

You had put all the ingredients into the big bowl, beginning to mix it as Brandon stood beside you, swaying along to the music you had playing in the background as he put all the ingredients back in the places they came from.

“I need a pan,” you said as you handed the bowl off to Brandon, rummaging around the cupboards for a baking sheet that you knew had to be somewhere.

You finally grabbed it, pushing your hair out of your face as you turned back to Brandon, who instead of mixing the ingredients, was putting the cookie dough in his mouth.

“B!” you shouted, smacking his hand away as he had a guilty look on his face, breaking out into a giggle.

“Don’t eat all the cookie dough!” you told him, pulling the bowl away before rolling the dough into balls and placing them down gently on the cookie sheet, Brandon joining in as best as he could.

You told Brandon to start the timer on the oven as you began wiping down the counters since they were covered in flour and everything that managed to spill onto the counter top.

Both of you decided to wait in the kitchen for the cookies to be done, since it wasn’t enough time to really do much else. The sun was shining through the crack of the thin white curtains, the yellow light pooling on the floor.

Brandon was still snacking on the cookie dough, but you let him because at least the first batch was in, and he didn’t seem to be taking that much.

You guys managed to pass the time just by talking together, singing and dancing along to whatever song was playing. You started to smell something funny, and paused mid conversation to focus on it.

“Do you smell that?” you asked him, and earned a nod in response as he rushed to the oven, a cloud of smoke coming out of it once he opened its door.

You let out a cough and grabbed a kitchen towel and tried to air out the smoke, watching it dissipate as Brandon pulled out the tray of cookies that were now more or less black.

“Brandon what the hell?” you asked, unable to stifle a laugh, “how long did you put them in for?”

“I don’t remember,” he shrugged, “but apparently too long.”

You shook your head as you took the cookies off the tray, putting them on a plate and pushing them off to the side, deciding you would figure out what to do with them later.

“Let’s try that again and this time I’m the one putting the timer on,” you emphasized, walking over to the bowl to begin making the next tray.

After rolling enough for one cookie, you realized there wasn’t enough cookie dough left, making you shoot a glare at Brandon, who initially seemed confused by the look you were giving him.

“Did you seriously eat ALL the cookie dough?” you accused, waving the bowl in his face as he gave you a guilty smile, lifting his shoulders up.

“I can’t believe you,” you scoffed, putting the bowl back down as you stared at your single sad cookie on the tray.

“I couldn’t resist, it was so good I was just eating it without thinking about it,” he chuckled, walking over to you and wrapping his arms around, mumbling a small “sorry” into your ear.

“You’re the worst,” you deadpanned, only causing him to laugh more despite how hard he was trying to hold it since it didn’t match your expression at all.

“We can make more and try to get a good batch,” he suggested, resting his chin on the top of your head as he swayed back and forth.

“No,” you sighed, “it took way too much effort and look what we did.”

“Let’s just go buy some and eat them,” you said, earning an instant agreement from Brandon as you guys got ready to go to the store, leaving your burnt cookies behind.

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