#DBH x GF

[callme-adam-iguess]

I

AndroidStan

[lostquinn]

Midnight kisses

Connor (dbh) x gn!reader

Fluff

Connor comes home late and you get some sleepy kisses.

Low key based on what happened the other day with my gf :3

Word count - 324

It was late, the clock beside your bed showed 11:11pm and you were fast asleep. The lights of your room were still on and a video sat repeating on your phone in your hand.

You had been trying so hard to stay awake, to wait for home so that he could cuddle you to sleep, the soft thumping of his pump lulling you to sleep.

The clock continued to tick forward and he was still not in sight.

You suddenly awoke to small kisses being delicately placed on your face, covering your skin. You opened your eyes and looked up to see Connor.

He had just showered, evident by the smell of his shampoo and body wash. Then tips of his hair were still wet and messy as they dropped down into view and all he wore were his pj bottoms. He had turned all the lights off and the bedside lamp on casting a yellow glow.

"Hey there, you forgot to turn the lights off,"

"I wait," You mumbled, already half asleep again.

"I know," He placed another kiss on your forehead before pulling back the covers and joining you in bed.

He pulled you into his arms and you placed small, sloppy kisses on his chest. His pump beat faster under your touch and he smiled, looking up at the cieling where the two of you had stuck glow in the dark stars.

"Kisses," You pouted, looking up at him through heavy eyes.

"You can have all the kisses in the world after we get you some rest,"

You glanced around briefly, the clock showed midnight and you looked back at him.

"Midnight... Kisses," You trailed off.

"I know I'm sorry I got home so late," He placed a kiss on the top of your head.

You didn't know when, but you soon drifted to sleep, Connors warmth and thumping of his pump comforting you as they had so many times before.

[ar1suu]

UNDERST☆ND — ( streamer!scara x fem!idol!reader )

synopsis. when the famous streamer Scaramouche, reveals being in a relationship with a mysterious person, no one thought he would be married to the famous idol, YN.

yncara shippers!

hutao + lumine

yn besties!

been dating for 4 years

before that they were fwb for a year

huato is a part time model while lumine is studying fashon on tevay university

hutao is always the first one to try her gf’s clothes

hutao actually studied marketing

they live together in a cozy apartment

they have a cat named ghosty

they meet yn in university, before she dropped out

hutao is 24 while lumine is 23

at first they didn’t like scara, but they saw how he treated yn and approved him

childe + kazuha

kuni’s friends

although kuni completely denies it

they are both famous streamers

both meet kuni in highschool, where they studied together

childe usually plays games like Roblox, Minecraft, cooking mama or the sims

while Kazuha plays Beyond, DBH, Until dawn, life is strange, etc

Childe has a degree in business

Kazuha actually graduated from language and literature

they are roommates in a big apartment that Childe owns

both Kazuha and Childe are 24

Childe is just a nickname, only his close friend know his name is Ajax

a bit shocked that scara was married

[lordchickem]

nines as gf from fnf

maybe later i’ll make gavin as bf

[kinsbin]

Another art trade! This time with @nerdstreak and Connor. They’re such cuties I was happy to draw them ;u;

[01010010-posts]

RK900 and his s/o having a deep-weird conversation about him getting a ‘new reproductive – although the term might be inappropriate since it holds no literal procreative effect – biocomponent’ and deciding that RK900 should choose his own private parts. he insists on having them go with him since it’s a thing that should please both parties. his s/o agrees but restate that it’s his decision and they have no say in the matter, anything’s fine as long as he’s okay with it. they go to an android store. RK900 talks to the sales assistant very seriously. s/o can’t help but find the situation utterly absurd and they inevitably have the urge to post a picture, on a social media site, of their boyfriend being pensive in front of a bunch of penises; the caption is the following: “we’re out there........... dick SHOPPING.” the giggle is uncontrollable. he picks one and they head back into the car. a lone beige bag is in the backseat. another social media update: “he bought........ a COCK.” first comment is from connor: was it hard to find compatibility for a prototype askin’ for a friend second comment is from 60: knew he had a small one third comment is from tina: sometimes you HAVE to take your boyfriend out for REDACTED shopping. can’t wait for your review xoxo fourth comment is from gavin: can’t you get a real man RK900 gets notifications on that wired brain of his and decides to post yet another comment: “Yes, I’ve got a new dick. Thanks to everyone for their kind messages. Connor, I’ll DM you about it. 60, we already talked about this. Also, Gavin, I’d appreciate if you could stop harassing my partner.” s/o probably go to the hospital because they’re laughing too much.

[detroitbecomeyandere]

Yandere!Tina Chen Headcannons!

Cannot, for the life of her, cook anything that didn’t previously come out of a frozen prepackaged container. She does try to make you a nice homemade dinner once or twice, but after her last attempt ruined two of her stovetop burners she decided it was just easier to pick up something after her shift every night

Tragically allergic to cats, however she’s still the happy owner of a retired police dog. Not only does this sweet puppy keep you company while she’s at work, but it’s also been trained for the past decade to take down perps trying to flee the scene, including when lovely little “partners” such as yourself try to shimmy out the window. A win-win for everyone

While her place may not be a complete disaster, unlike some other bachelor detective whose name rhymes with ‘weed’, she’s not exactly a homemaker either. The easiest way to butter her up the second she comes home is to have even just a couple rooms tidier than they were before. She’ll try to keep it as neat as possible since you “worked so hard” but don’t expect that to last more than two weeks

If she ever talks about work, it’s either about her coworkers or her more mundane cases of the day. She never wants to talk about any of the more exciting adventures of car chases or standoffs or hostages because she doesn’t want you to worry about her. Whether you actually care if she gets hurt on the job or not is better left unsaid

She doesn’t really like talking about problems, which includes the whole issue of you being forcefully kept locked up in her home because of some weird obsession with you. In her mind, if you don’t talk about it then it’s not a problem. You’re not a prisoner to a crooked cop with an infatuation, you’re just a quiet homebody who loves her just as much as she adores you

Any and all pleas fall on deaf ears with her because if she ignores it long enough then it’ll eventually stop, and if she re-enforces her love enough times maybe you’ll finally start believing it to be real. Sometimes you can see the flicker of hurt on her face when you scream that you despise her and strangely enough those are the times you feel the most regret for upsetting her

Is actually a very chill girlfriend, one anybody other than you would be pretty lucky to have. Sometimes you even forget you’re not in this “relationship” willingly, it’s just so easy to fall into her routine of sweatpants and movie marathon cuddles on the couch every time she has a day off

Don’t mistake her laidback nature for being a pushover, she’s got years on the force for a reason. If she can take a 6’5” man pushing 250lbs high on red ice with nothing but her strength and a measly baton, then she can most certainly bodyslam your ass into the wall before you even manage to pry the window latch up. You thought house arrest was bad, try dealing with it while being handcuffed to the bathroom radiator for the next month

Gavin likes to tease her for being pussywhipped as she no longer goes to bars with him after work as frequently as she did prior. Of course, he has no idea it’s because she has to make sure you didn’t figure out the door passcode yet or tried to hurt yourself with the kitchen knives again, but he doesn’t have to know that

Loves running her hand through your hair no matter what. In bed, on the couch, fresh out of the shower, you name it. Sometimes she tries to style it, but the best she can do is a french braid if you’re willing to sit still long enough

She doesn’t want to hurt you, she’s seen enough calls between partners who go too far when they feel the need to “discipline” the other, but there are times when it’s a necessary evil. She might be small, but she’s definitely well built and will have no problem pinning her arm across your throat until you settle down long enough for her to drag you back to your room for punishment

-Mod Barbie

[kirbybot]

i like my girls like i like my honey; sweet. a little selfish

[teaandinanity]

Apparently all I make is memes.

[nydiadraws]

Ralph and his flower shop ///////

[honestlyconkus]

North steals hoodies

No one really noticed at first. It all happened so suddenly.

One day she was wearing a gray hoodie that looked almost identical to Simon’s. The hood itself was frayed at the edges, fibers peeking out, and the inside was rough from constant use, wash and dry in the washer. It was kind of old too, the gray color becoming lighter, losing its pigment. It had the look that someone had kept it for a long time. There was no mistaking it; Simon owned that hoodie for quite some time.

“North is that my hoodie?” He asked as she walked to their kitchen in the apartment, yawning. Her systems were a little iffy, she’ll have to run diagnostics in a few days. She barely looked at Simon as she went to the coffeemaker, turning it on. The caffeine gave androids, like humans, a small kick to their systems to get them going.

“Yes.”

That was that.

The next day it was Josh’s black sweats. She said his was the most comfortable out of the 4 when she walked out with it rumpled around her feet, socks barely peeking out as she tried not to trip over the fabric. He didn’t know what to say to her except make sure she didn’t leave any stains on it.

The 3 android boys made a silent agreement; to never tell another living being, android or human, how cute North looked being tiny in the sweats. It would cost them their thirium pumps, they were sure of it.

Another time it was Markus’ sweater. They wanted to go out for a little shopping, some new silverware or something. Markus was looking for the same exact sweater when she suddenly appeared in his room, wearing it and being a size too big on her. It was a black one with a large, slightly darker black handprint on the back.

“Let’s go slowpoke we’ll miss the bus.”

“North that’s-”

“Finders keepers losers weepers,” she recited, turning around to join Simon and Josh at the front of their apartment. He frowned when he spotted the print. “We won’t wait up for you.” He couldn’t even correct her that, no North I bought that, but it didn’t matter. He found a different sweater instead (white with a small black triangle on the back) and went out to join his friends.

One day she ended up with a tie. But not just any tie; it was Connor’s.

“Why do you have his tie?” Josh asked as she sat with them to watch a movie. It was friday movie night, where Jericho crowded around the 2 small sofas they had in their tiny living room and attempted to fit together. They all recognized it as Connor’s because he still wore the weird, shiny plastic like quality ties that came with his uniform. The said item was wrapped around her neck neatly, looking too big against her white button down. She shrugged and crossed her arms over her chest, pressing the tie protectively to her.

“I wanted it.”

“Is it for anything in particular?” Simon asked as he sat beside Markus, offering popcorn between the group. She didn’t reply and tossed a few kernels in her mouth. Markus shrugged and pressed play through his network, allowing the movie to start.

They never did figure out why.

While the subject of North taking their things was normal, the situation suddenly grew weirder when Connor came into the picture. When Markus lost his things, like his clothes, he never really minded. The theft was fine because it was someone he knew, someone who had access to his stuff. And who would (hopefully, if he begged) return them.

Unsurprisingly she never did. Her excuses often started and ended with, sorry Markus, I’m not sure where it went. But if I find it I’ll let you know, okay?

He didn’t mind really. He could always just buy more clothes. But it started to become a problem, when he realize it wasn’t lost; it was being used, by someone other than himself.

Markus decided to go out with Connor one day. It was an off day for him, and Connor told him once he enjoyed their walks and spending time at café’s. Markus happened to like Connor’s company as well and indulged him on these ‘dates.’ Today was another café, this one a place they haven’t been to before. Connor liked going to different places every time, always trying to make their dates new and fun.

(Markus tried avoid saying the words ‘I’m going on a date with Connor again’ to Jericho so it wouldn't be as weird but the gang called them that anyway. It stuck.)

When Connor showed up, wearing a sweater he remembered he lost precisely 2 weeks ago, he grew suspicious. He pointed at Connor’s chest, chuckling. “Uhm. Connor. Is that my sweater?”

“No.” Connor was quick to respond, looking down at the sweater and shaking his head. “I don’t recall you ever wearing it before. Maybe it looks similar to something else you have in your wardrobe?”

He wasn’t fooled for a second. It said ‘DETROIT’ in large white letters against a soft yellow background, but the letters never finished connecting to make them look like letters. Thus, the D had one straight line going down, and a detached half circle beside it, the E only has three straight lines across, the T one line across and a shorter, disconnected vertical line going down, etc, etc. The aesthetic was the reason he bought it. But he’d have to forfeit this one. When the RK800 tilted his head to the side Markus knew the cute act would get him.

He sighed and smiled. “Nevermind. So, how have you been detective?”

As their dates grew, Connor’s style did as well. One time he came on a walk with him, wearing  suspiciously similar gray sweats he remembered losing 5 weeks ago. Another time, while enjoying a day at the museum, Connor was wearing a casual denim jacket Markus remembered losing 3 days before they met up. And for the 5th time, Connor was wearing skinny black jeans, ripped at the knees and distressed at a patch up his thigh, with red, blue and orange paint splatters near the calves. Markus knew those were his.

He remembered ruining them while he painted a portrait of Jericho, the boat they resided in before they were free.

He had stopped asking Connor, and instead asked North, since she was the only other suspect here. She was the only one who had access to clothes that he knew she had worn at least once. He had to ask, because seeing Connor in his clothes, with that ass into his jeans, Markus found himself admiring more than just the museum pieces.

Then, when Connor went for a walk with him with Sumo, wearing Markus’ pale blue button down, rolled up at the sleeves, paired with the ripped black jeans and somehow Markus’ black skate shoes, it was over.

“North I need you to answer me honestly,” he asked, cornering her in their living room. She was sitting watching a cooking show and quietly knitting, trying to mind her own business but Markus knew. Oh he knew.

The devil worked hard but North worked harder.

“Why are you doing this to me?”

“Doing what?” She asked innocently, setting her knitting needles down and staring demurely at her former leader. “I’m not doing anything-”

“Cut the bullshit, North. I know you’re trying to get me get into Connor’s pants and goddamnit it’s working.” Fuck. Maybe he should’ve phrased that better. He cleared his throat and tried again when the smug expression on her face grew bigger. “Seeing him in my clothes, with his cute little ass in my pants makes it hard for me to think near him. North how could you do this to me?”

North grinned, her tongue licking at her lips. She batted her eyelashes at him suggestively. “Maybe you shouldn’t be thinking.”

“Maybe, you should just rip them off instead.”

Markus couldn’t answer that, because he had thought of it before but there wasn’t a time where he found it appropriate. North seemed to know he had such dirty thoughts though, because the sly glint in her eyes gave everything away. Ah, damn.

“So tell me, how many times did you undress him in your head?” North winked, as if she just read his mind. Which she might've; she’s not above hacking her friends to invade their privacy. She cackled at the embarrassment on his face, smacking his thigh with her hand.

“I’m telling you,” she continued, controlling the conversation now. “Just get yourselves somewhere private, maybe a motel, hell even here, and we’d get your problem fixed right away-”

“North why would you even consider our apartment like that oh my god-”

She shrugged, ignoring the uncomfortable look on his face. “I’m just sayin’, Markus. If you need anything, I’m not above helping a friend out.”

He grew quiet as he scrutinized her, trying to gauge her reaction. “What are you getting out of this?”

North winked, making a shushing motion with her lips. “Secret. Plus Connor is cute as fuck Markus--- Don’t tell me you wouldn’t smash? Because that would make you the worst liar in all of android history.”

Markus rolled his eyes. North wasn’t done.

“Oh, and if it helps? Connor loves wearing your clothes.” She winked at him, turning back to her show about making lasagna. “He thinks some things are a little… tight though.”

“I think you might be able to help with that.”

Markus opened his mouth, closed it, then left the room, bright blue in the face; in his dramatic exit he decided to call Connor and meet him at the park, their usual spot. There was only one way to settle this, and that was not to admit his sexual feelings towards the younger android. Instead, it was to ask for his clothes back.

That shouldn't be too difficult.

He was so wrong, so so immensely wrong when he spotted Connor walking towards him. He thought he looked good, wearing an off white hoodie beneath a black bomber jacket, matching it with his favourite ripped blue jeans and white shoes. But Connor.

Connor was wearing a-

Markus nearly had his systems overload, smoke rising out of his ears.

Connor had somehow acquired his beige trench coat, sporting a black sweater beneath with a white collar. He matched it with olive green pants and stylish brown shoes. Other than the trench coat, everything else seemed to be his.

But it didn't deny the fact that Connor was absolutely, most definitely, purposely dressing as him.

“Hello Markus,” Connor said, smiling. His hands were stuffed in his pockets. Fuck, even his hair was loose and wavy at his forehead, slicked back style forgone for something more natural.

“Did you want to talk to me about something?”

Markus cleared his throat, turning away to try and clear his mind as well. Maybe if he didn't stare at Connor his mind wouldn't be giving him such... images. 

Ugh. 

ra9 help him.

“Uh yeah. yes actually.”

Okay. This was it. Markus just needed to ask for his clothes back. 5 simple words. “I need my clothes back.” Easy. Nothing could mess this up now-

“Would you like to go on a proper date with me?”

fuck

Connor tilted his head, processing the words for a bit while his LED flickered. Then he beamed, stepping closer in delight. His LED was glowing a steady happy blue from the corner of Markus’ vision. “I thought you'd never ask!”

The android blinked. His behaviour wasn’t what he expected. “So that's a yes?”

“Of course it's a yes!” Connor had never felt happier, smiling at him with such glee it left the android aching something in his heart.

Markus was surprised, but felt happy as well, sharing his own smile. Connor let out a laugh, looking relieved.

“I'm glad this worked.”

What?

“What did?” The RK200 demanded, closing their distance and glaring, immediately suspicious. What does that mean? He couldn’t mean-

“Did North put you up to this?”

“She did.” Connor admitted unashamedly, grinning and stepping even closer. There was barely a foot of space separating them now, the front of Markus’ trench coat brushing against the owner's arms. “She mentioned your preferences for stylish men and I simply acted accordingly. I didn't anticipate it would be this much of a success.”

“Did you now?” Markus raised an eyebrow, noting the other's boldness. Surprised by his own courage by reaching out from impulse and wrapping a suggestive hand around Connor's hip. The android simply leaned into the touch, brown eyes wide and eager.

Markus was only glad he wasn't the only one feeling such a way.

“And did you anticipate this?”

Markus pulled him in, smiling as Connor's nose brushed against his own, hands slotting to Connor's hips. The other android's hands reached up to clutch at Markus’ jacket, a smile mimicking Markus’ own.

“No,” Connor whispered, eyes dipping below to the inches of distance between their lips.

“But I was hoping for it.”

Neither one knew who close the distance first.

[lutnnta-blog]

an officer with personal issues.

by mo.

[blackdragonflower]

Error Report: Penis connection failed.

*RK900 stares at detached penis while Gavin dies laughing next to him on the messy bedspread*

[lazydoodlesandfanfic]

Introduction To Hank (Connor X Fem!Andoid!Reader)

Characters: Connor X Fem!Android!Reader

Universe: Detroit: Become Human

Warnings: Swearing

Request: Heyyyy~ How y’all doin? Er, so I see requests are open? And if you don’t mind, could you write for Connor from DBH with a very high fashion android gf (aka reader) working in the fashion industry. When Connor introduced her when she visits the station everyone is like “?!? He has a girlfriend? And how do they even meet??? Their jobs are completely different”. And because I’m such a lazy assh*le, could you make up a back story on how they meet? Or if not you could just end it there and make it a goofy moment where everyone’s just shocked that Connor even has a girlfriend. I’m just... very sorry.

“Lieutenant?” The call of the android right behind Hank made the man jump, nearly knocking over the coffee on his desk, flailing but succeeding in catching it and steadying it in time.

“Jesus! Connor, don't scare me like that!” Hank complained, turning to face the android to give him a lecture and a reminder of the fact that he was stealthy and he needed to learn to not be, when he noticed that the woman stood behind Connor, smiling over his shoulder, he stopped. “Sorry- Connor, who’s this?” He asked, lowering his voice, cooling himself off. 

“My bad Lieutenant, I should have announced we were here- this is Y/N. Y/N, this is Lieutenant Hank Anderson who I told you about.” Connor introduced you, taking a step to the side, letting you step forward, allowing Hank to properly see you. He immediately identified that you were dressed in a Cyberlife Android attire, further proven as he looked closer, seeing the glowing blue LED on your temple. Your outfit was quite beautifully designed, everything seeming to fit you perfectly with lined designs across it almost creating an optical illusion, and it gave him a very clear image of what your job was. You were a high fashion android, originally made to be a walking mannequin to show off clothes and free labour when models were overworked and also capable of adjusting clothing in record time for clients, but now the role had shifted into actually talking with customers, making your own sales, and actually having working hours and time off. He’d never been in one of those stores, but he’d passed by, though he never paid attention to the faces, so he didn’t recognise you. 

However, that wasn’t his main focus. What he focussed on was how Connor interacted with you. As he stepped aside, his hand found its way to your back to gently push you forward to meet him, something that Connor never did. Ever. 

“Nice to meet you. Connor told me all about you!” You greeted warmly, a kind smile on your face as you shook his hand. 

“It’s nice to meet you too… hope you don’t mind me asking, but how do you two know each other?” Hank inquired, looking at Connor mostly for the answers.

“Oh, well the brand that Y/N works for is partnered with Cyberlife, and they make and repair the clothing of androids, so when I got a rip in a jacket, I took it in to have it repaired, and Y/N was the one who served me. We found out we get along quite well.” Connor explained, and you nodded along. 

“After the 6th time of him coming in with rips, burns and stains on his clothes, I actually asked Connor if he was doing it to see me, and when he confirmed he was, I asked if he’d like to go for a walk after work.” You explained further. Well, that explained why Connor was so friendly with you- you were his girlfriend!

“Wait- you’re dating?” Hank asked, the pair in front of him nodding excitedly. 

“How the fuck have you managed that?” The other voice made you and Connor turn, being met by Gavin, looking between the two of you. “No, like seriously, you have no personality, plastic-” 

“You must be Gavin.” You interrupted him. Hank got up from his seat, manoeuvring around you so he could properly see your expression as you interacted with Reed. He noted you had slightly tlilted your head, a kind but synthetic smile on your face, and your hands clasped in front of you, professionally. Oh, Hank knew what you were doing. Customer Service. “Connor talked so much about you!” You expressed. 

Oh yeah, Hank bet he did. 

“He did?” Gavin asked, glancing at Connor, who didn’t react, but when Hank looked closer, he could see the very, very faint smile on his face that he was trying to hold back.

“Yes! I have to thank you though- if you hadn’t had thrown your coffee on him that one time we wouldn’t have gone on our first date! In a way I have to thank you for helping me find the man I love!” You gushed, wrapping your arms around Connor to pull him closer, resting your head on Connor’s shoulder. Connor’s hand instinctively wrapped around you too, resting his head on yours. It was so lovey dovey it made Hank almost want to be sick, and it was enough to make Gavin uncomfortable, but also a little guilty for being cruel to Connor. 

“Uh… yeah.” He stuttered before making his exit. With him gone, you giggled, pulling back on the affection, but remaining connected with Connor as you focussed back on Hank. 

“Anyway- I wanted to let you know about us being together because you two are two of the most important people in my life, and I wanted you two to meet.” Connor explained. Hank looked at you. Your Customer Service smile was gone, now back to a real one as you looked at Connor. Hank relaxed his shoulders. 

“How’d you feel about dogs, Y/N? I imagine the shedding is a nightmare for you.” He asked. 

“Actually, I love animals! We have a section where we actually make clothes for pets, and it means I get to interact with them often and fuss them. We also collaborate with local vets and groomers, so if you need a discount, I’m sure I can get that sorted for you.” You offered to him. 

“Oh, Sumo definitely needs a groomer, I think I’ll take you up on that offer.” Hank agreed, before turning to Connor, pointing to him. “You better keep in her good books.”

“Of course Lieutenant.” Connor grinned, giving you a little squeeze, before he excused you both to walk you back to your work as Hank mumbled about him being a puppy for you.

Hope you like it! If you have any questions, please send them in!

*Not my gif

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[rihannachan]

Sartuday, October, 06, 2007.

Ear candy happy - Jhene ft. Omarion :)

hii xangah ;) rawr time for the weekly update whooo :D* ahahahs so being back at dbhs from dp feels a lot better & this week went by super fast!! but yar things have still been pretty hectic for me. well anyways so let me shuttup & spill the beans so yar this whole week has been like makeup week for everything.!! kind*ve tiring but i got it all done :) i think (o"o) ahahs yarr & erm wednesday was my test omg since i wasn’t there last week i missed so much so yar my spot obviously got replaced rawr but yar pretty much got it back! :D* so yesterday night i was with my lovely soul sister alexa & yar i was pretty blah & didn’t know what or how to express to make myself feel better so i ended up eating too much chocolate & i feel really bloated :`( & today i was supposed to be going to some interview thing & i actually didn’t wanner go :\ but yar since i don’t have to audition & getting straight into finals'squeals yar i only have to go next week but after that, that is when the psycho scheduling will start… well i’m actually preparing myself for how tired i will be.!! but yar~ i’m up for it :) & i finally had an 11 hour sleep omg it felt like heaven well yar please pray for me & wish me the best of luck in everything :) i'm praying but God seems to be only answering somethings eh… so yar g*bye lovers ;)

<3

anotherrandomthought..* okay so i met this a boy right`? (i won’t name who so ;X) & yar.. he says i’m too high maintenance right? so he says that is my flaw from him talking to me (funny. i know right`?) so i'm thinking hrm i wonder why`? oh yeah i forgot to mention that this guy just met me so he doesn*t know me too well -_-x so yeah i mean i am spoiled & atleast i can admit i'm a biotch you know? i mean all my gfs are biotches (but maybe that's why we're all friends ;P) but yar ermm it sucks how people are judging me without even getting to know me i think that*s totally messed up yo. do you think this is what it's gonner be like when i suceed later on in life`? i mean atleast i'm determined & i actually know & take what i want. i mean is it wrong to be selfish`!? i’m not getting all psycho because of this ONE guy but because i’m afraid this is what it might be like later on.. like i know on the outside i may seen rude, blunt, & self-centered & a total biotch but behind my smile my biotch gfs know how frustrated & hurting i am :`( & girls please do not give up on me cause you whores are all i got :`( </3

okay bye.

edit.!!*

wow this is the longest entry i’ve written :O