#FUCKING BROBS

[a-rat-with-internet-accesses]

Yesterday i found that that i am not that good underpresure but it works out

Story time

Like i wanted to sit at a train stop as my legs hurt from walking so much, ok so i am siting and a guy with no breard and half curly hair what is medium lenght, nothing weird about that. Then out of no where he asks "you want a drink?" And i am instantly in fight or flight mode "oh, no thank you!" I was ready to fight this guy and my voise when paniced seems realy femine so he is like "i thought you where a boy" and i cannot fucking think straight as apart of is ready to kick their ass and an other to run but the train is soon so i deside to wait for the train as there are security personal on board i know due to seeing a guy get kicked off a train after attacking a woman ticket checker (my first time in that place alone on a train and i am just guesing that is what happendas i only saw the end and that is my first gues) idk if they are okay. I also was a high couple get of a train at the wrong stop and get real angry.. so anyways i don't speak much nor can i make out that the fuck he is saying most of the time and i said "mhm" due to having head phones on but he kept on talking he also had a cig what is burning when i can understand him i try to give as little of an awnser of just mhm so my train arives and i get on and follows and i am like "oh shit" under my breath he didn't seem to notoce tho so there were people i sat down as my legs where still tired but ready to run due to the adrenaline and he sits next to me and starts talking to other people and i am like "fuck this inportant thing, im geting off at the next stop" he didn't follow me there atleast and i waited for the next train and went home as i was having none of this shit and everything went smoothly

I was under so much stress and i wasn't expecting this type of thing to happen to me so i had no prior expiriance of that shit but when i told a friend they said that i did just what i had to do and that the person was most likely high

Like it did it perfect acording to them but i was a little bit of a mess and cannot remember as the adrenaline was still fading and i felt like a wreck due to my bloodline nit having a good feeling if adrenaline is expirianced

I don't wanna go to a train stop for a while

[vergess]

Bro brob ro bro b r o

I just went to check out the [redacted] tag which one would think would contain fun and exciting recipes from my culture which!!! It does.

But also.

I just saw the WHITEST FUCKING THING

[freebooter4ever]

fuckkkkkk wait brob*ovsky got hurt somehow??? D:

oh fuck one of the florida guys landed on top of him ;_;

yikes but yay willy!!!

[wowidiots]

soya brobs. slp hard.

also the validity thing

they fucked up and goes "cram it up

okay your pajamas are less pajamas than mine

“I’d put my dick

boob pick up sticks

[bonniexbellefleur]

The Winner Takes It All // self-para

“For someone who moved to a town where actual monsters could be your next door neighbor, you make it too easy for little old me to walk through the front entrance all willy nilly.” That familiar voice tingled the confines of Charles’ memory and caused his shoulders to tense the minute he stepped into the living room. Eyes cast to the redhead seated on his couch with legs crossed, natural hunter instinct immediately kicking in. “Bonnie,” Charles spoke through gritted teeth as he stepped further into the room. “Not that it’s wonderful having someone drop by uninvited while I’m away, but I am not within my chipper mood to entertain visitors today.”

Bonnie gave the man a cheery smile with a shrug of her shoulders. “I won’t take up too much of your time, Charles, this isn’t truly a social call. If it was, well...let’s just say I would have ripped those inconvenient clothes to shreds on my way to jumping your bones the second you walked through that door.” The hunter gave her a look, throwing her his best deadpan snark, “Okay, great, I’m so glad I know that.” He honestly didn’t know what it was about the Bellefleur cousins and their obsession with sex, whether Bonnie was only joking or not being the main question. Charles couldn’t say for certain if that was the case, but he had a spare silver switchblade in his pocket should the vampire look to find out. “What do you want?”

“You have to ruin the moment, Sinclair?” Bonnie sighed dramatically and pushed herself to her feet, taking a few steps closer to the man as Charles took the same amount backwards. “Can’t we take our time, drink some bourbon, have a hot night of passion by a glowing fire?” Sensing his need for space, Bon pouted and remained where she was. “This is business, Charles, it’s about that baby bouncing boy you and your fam lost about four months ago. I find it truly tragic your fuck buddy cop hasn’t told you shit, honestly, it’s not a surprise. She seems to shut down and push anyone away when the going gets tough emotionally.”

“Don’t talk about Rebekah in that way.” Charles narrowed his gaze at the woman in a suspicious glare, something telling him Bonnie knew more than she let on. “If you have a point rubbing my son’s death in my face, make it, or the door’s that way. I already spent too much of my goddamn time mourning Henry and worrying over my kids’ safety. I don’t need your fucking smug ass coming here and defiling my boy’s memory.” The redhead scoffed at this, nevertheless, allowing the silence to grow at an alarming rate. If Charles was going to be a grumpygills and lose his patience just like Raphael had, which it was clear from the man’s death glare that he was, he would have to learn how to wait for the biggest news he’d ever receive. It could’ve been thirty seconds or a whole minute that passed, it mattered not. Bonnie was the one to finally break it. “Henry’s alive, surprise!” She came out right with it in an explosion of misplaced excitement. Well...certainly misplaced for the elder man. Bonnie continued before there was time for interruptions. “Well, not technically alive, but he isn’t worm food six feet under. I’ll give it to you in a nutshell before I have to scram, though, but it goes like this: Eloise had a charming pet progeny, your dearest darling Anna, I wanted what she had, and that’s exactly what I did. I gave myself my own Sinclair in the handsome form of your son. Trust me, it hasn’t been easy keeping him tame for four fucking months, but I say I’m proud of myself. Totally awesome news, right?”

Charles did not move, he did not blink, he did not even breathe during the entirety of this vampire’s rant. Just stared. Just simply stared while his brain attempted to catch up with the meaning behind the words. He wouldn’t make the accusations that she was lying for the sick enjoyment of the world’s cruelest joke. She was a Bellefleur, after all, no matter Bonnie’s personal feelings towards her cousin. “You bitch...” He spoke in an infuriated hushed tone, “You fucking bitch...” Charles advanced towards her with a slow stride, blinding rage boiling with each step he took. “For four months, for four fucking months, you put us all in a state of Hell. Making Henry’s death look like an accident or some kind of suicide, pushing his car off the cliff with some poor asshole stuck inside, and you’re telling me,” As Charles spoke, his tone rose to a deafening shout, “that this was all about YOUR SENSELESS VENDETTA?!”

Bonnie lifted a hand to her ear and made a mocking spectacle with an overdramatic wince. “Goddamn, Charles Sinclair, no need for a shouting match. Where’s the gratitude, huh? I gave you back the one thing that was making your other two kiddies lose their minds. Of course, Raph doesn’t have a liver to destroy and Anna will wallow at her murderous actions, but now they’ll see it was a waste of precious time.”

“You expect me to show you gratitude after kidnapping and turning my son against his will while his loved ones believed he suffered a painfully agonizing death? Well, it looks like he really did.” The redhead smirked, a look Charles really needed to smack from her expression more than literally anything. “Get out.”

Bonnie pouted yet again. “Oh, come on, Charles, we-” The man cut her off. “Get. Out.” Still, she did not budge even as Charles shouted at her. “GET OUT!” The woman stood standing where she was for a moment, a smile clear on her lips as she turned on her heel and headed for the door. “Oh, and Bonnie,” His voice halted the vampire within her tracks, “I hope you enjoy these last moments of glory alive while you can. If neither of my family manage to kill you, Gideon certainly will. Undying devotion can bring the fiercest rage of them all and make the very earth beneath your boots quake. Now, imagine that rage in a dark witch lover.” Bon leered at his parting words yet disregarding them nonetheless as she opened the door and vanished from Charles’ abode.

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After her enlightening conversation with Charles, his threats gave her food for thought. Bonnie wasn’t an idiot, of course she knew revealing the identify of who changed Henry Sinclair and faked his death as an accident would place a target on her back. She could’ve kept it secret and stewed with the satisfaction, but one slip from Henry’s lips would have cut her infamy short before she would be given a chance to brag. Bonnie indulged in the seven deadly sins on a daily basis and she had a stubborn determination not to let any of them become her untimely downfall.

Slipping into Eloise’s house was as easy as Charles’, perhaps, easier. Bonnie held a small inking of a doubt she wouldn’t be caught by the two vampires living there considering the Sinclair home only contained a human owner, however, she had nothing to fear. It appeared neither Eloise or Tiberius were nowhere to be found, their current location being anyone’s guess and not really her concern at the moment. Bonnie glided down the steps to the basement just as she did that previous day only there wasn’t anyone guarding the little vampire locked away for her crimes. In truth, she commended Anna for letting loose and having her fun like a typical teenage rebel. Something she could’ve encouraged before Anna was placed in this unfortunate prison. With a smirk that can make the slimiest heathen’s skin crawl, Bonnie pushed open the door.

The youngest Sinclair was not having an enjoyable time. She was hungry, she was weak due to the hunger, but she believed it is what she deserved for killing those people senselessly without considering the consequences. All day and through the night, she heard muffled voices from beyond that door, some recognizable and others not. At some point, Anna swore she heard her father’s, but even his faded as well. Then...there was silence. Complete and utter silence. She couldn’t tell how long she was down there without sunlight or the moon to give her any indications. Still, Anna remained slumped against the wall, pressing her entire body against the surface in a cowering position. The creaking of the metal door scraping against the concrete like nails on a chalkboard, though, immediately snapped her head in that direction and she quickly rose to her feet while using the wall for support. “T-Tiberius, I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry. I promise I won’t-”

Bonnie’s soft laugh brought the girl’s apologies to an abrupt end as she stepped into the only dim light hanging from the ceiling. “Oh, Tibs did a real number on you, didn’t he?” She whistled. “Damn, Anna, where’s the sharp Sinclair I knew before because she is certainly not the cowering, dirty, and disgustingly smelly girl standing before me.” Anna took a step forward, her starvation carrying her on somewhat shaky legs. “Bonnie? What are you doing here?”

The redhead swept her gaze along the young vampire’s frame, taking in her extremely disheveled appearance for a pregnant pause. Bonnie mulled over the choice of bringing a blood bag for mercy’s sake and ruining Anna’s intervention in turn, but she couldn’t risk being a literal magnet for one very hungry vampire. “I dropped by your daddy’s house and gave him some very interesting news earlier today and just thought what kind of person would I be if I did not share that courtesy with you? I know how hard you’ve been hit with your brother’s death, Anna.” Bonnie moved closer until she was practically circling the girl like a hawk surveying prey. Anna followed her with her exhausted gaze as the vampire continued another long spiel, “It’s tragically heartbreaking how I had to watch your family shatter at the seams. Charles needing his children as a crutch, Raphael drinking every liquor store he could find, and then there’s you. Anna Sinclair, the new vampire, the youngest of the clan trying so hard to remain strong when she finally grew tired of it and murdered any human she could get her hands on. Anna Sinclair, the lost little girl, under lock and key as punishment for her actions. Frightened, alone, flinching at every small sound. Fearing the coven leader who placed her here. You never were going to be the same after this, sugar, and you’d be a fool to think you would be.” Bonnie finally ceased circling the brunette and stood directly in front of her. “I wonder how Henry is going to feel once he discovers his baby sister slaughtered the innocent.”

Anna kept her silence while Bonnie rambled on, never truly seeing the similarities between her and Eloise until exposed to their infamously endless rants. Anything that reached her ears wasn’t new for Anna, she had plenty of spare time on her hands to consider her current state of mind and grew ashamed at the feebleness now present with the girl. A Sinclair persevered, a Sinclair did not cower in the face of fear. They stood tall with a stiff upper lip and faced the enemy armed with their classic sarcasm and bite. She, however, wasn’t a Sinclair once she looked in a mirror. She was a scared, seventeen year old girl slapped with a life she never once asked for. “What are you talking about? He’s never going to know. Henry’s dead, okay, he’s dead. And he’s not coming back.”

Bonnie waved a finger and clicked her tongue in a tsking manner. “Oh, how wrong you are, Anna love, how wrong you are. Can I tell you a story? Let me tell you a story.” The older woman began pacing the confines of the room, gaze running along the instruments her cousin used for torturing purposes. If she were not there for important business, Bonnie would have tried a few of them on Anna for fun. “Even as humans, Ellie had everything despite our same social status and my sister felt the same exact way. We were very close, Margaret and I, much like you and Raphael. Eloise knew how much my sister fancied William and she married him anyway. The night she discovered Margaret tangled in the sheets with her husband, she brutally killed them both. You know the fury better than anyone, Anna, when you lose a sibling. It leaves you hollow and it leaves you empty. I used that rage, found a vampire willing to turn me, and set on a path for vengeance. And when I come to this bumfuck town, it’s deja vu. Eloise had everything. A hot boy toy, a torturing queen reputation that couldn’t be beat, and a stolen girl she turned to stir up trouble. Needless to say, jealousy can become a terribly delightful motivation.” She hummed lightly, “I knew I needed a Sinclair and Henry was ripe for the picking.” Bonnie stood where she was as her gaze settled on the girl’s brown hues, “I kidnapped your brother. I tortured him, turned him, and locked him away for a rainy day. That body in the car you thought was Hen? A decoy. A little compulsion here, a little persuasion there, and it was the perfect plan.”

“What?” Anna didn’t have trouble understanding a single statement, but she swore the hunger must’ve twisted the meanings in a cruel way to make her believe Henry was actually alive. In vampire form, but not stuck in a coffin six feet below the dirt. Whoever was resting in that grave was not her brother, but a complete stranger. “You’re lying to me. Henry can’t-” She felt the same way she had when Rebekah told her he was gone. Confused, devastated, stuck in a nightmare she could not wake up from. “He can’t be just...” 

Bonnie nodded several times, hands on her hips as she stepped closer. “I couldn’t make this shit up if I tried, dollface. Do you want to know what the real kicker is, though? You sliced and diced and tore out throats without a care who saw in the name of your older brother.” Anna slowly backed away as the panic set in, despair clutching at her throat with the intention to suffocate her. “No...” The woman continued on, “You committed unspeakable murder without your humanity switch flipped off and allowed the guilt to build and build and build as much as it could until it was the only damn thing you were left with.”

“No....Please....please stop...” The tears streaked the girl’s cheeks as she choked out a gut-wrenching sob she couldn’t contain. 

“And would you care to find out what that means? You succumbed to the monster deep within you for absolutely nothing. Henry lives his immortal life as a vampire hating you. Your brother and father will look at you with such disgust and hatred, Eloise and Tibs will look with disappointment.” Bonnie began walking backwards in the direction of the door. “You have no one, Anna Sinclair, you are nothing. Remember that during your meaningless existence.” And then the redhead vanished.

The girl stared off in the direction of the door, having backed herself into the wall at this point with an uncontrollable sobbing she hadn’t done since Raphael’s death at Dante’s hands. Her legs couldn’t contain her entire body weight and she suddenly collapsed to the floor with a pitiful whimper. Nothing, it was all for nothing. She should’ve been joyous Henry was for the lack of a better term alive, albeit a vampire doomed to his sister’s fate. The humans whose full lives she cut short fell at the actions of not a grieving vampire, but a loathing monster...and she would have to face that. 

Anna sucked in a deep breath and released it in an agonizing scream loud enough for the entire population of Killgrove Hills to hear.

The trouble is...

No one would be listening.

[thatoneconfusedcitrus]

are you guys ready for hsau brob. he's so fucking tiny

[give-grian-rights]

Brothers!au Crossed with the Watcher!Tubbo and Tommy

ok so I basically am forcing myself to take a break from writing my own stuff and so here we are. For anyone who doesn’t know, this is a continuation of that one post that pami made where all of Tommy’s memories are now in Tubbo and its lots of fun :D

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No. No this couldn’t be happening. This had to be a nightmare, some sort of hellish reality that his brain had come up with. He had failed them… He had failed them all. His brother was already dead because of him, and now the family he had surrounded himself with was lost. 

Tommy couldn’t even remember his own name, and Tubbo… Tubbo had seemingly gone completely insane. Wilbur sat in the dingy prison cell, watching the young teenager for god knows how long. He had just sat there, clinging onto Wilbur’s shirt, muttering to himself about nothing. Every now and then, Tubbo would let out a sharp laugh, making the older man jump in surprise. 

He needed to clear his mind. He needed to calm down. Sitting here with Tubbo, watching as he began to cry, then laugh, then shout in rage, it only served to fuel his panic. Hesitantly, he pulled out his phone. 

Ever since Grian had died in The Blur disaster seven years ago, Wilbur had somehow gotten into the habit of calling his phone whenever he was stressed. He knew that it was pointless, and that no one was ever going to pick up or answer, but something about hearing his brother’s voice in the voicemail recording was soothing. Plus, it gave him a way to vent out his emotions, without anyone actually having to sit and listen to them. 

With a trembling hand, he pulled up his brothers contact information and hit call. 

That was when he heard it. A voice, coming from somewhere behind him. But not just any voice, it was his voice. It sounded like it was several years old, perhaps from when he had just entered high school, but it was still his voice. 

“Hey you bitch! Stop ignoring your brother and pick up the fucking phone already before I-” the sound was cut off as someone swore under their breath. No… No this wasn’t possible. Wilbur recognized that voice clip. It was the clip that he had set as Grian’s ringtone as a prank. But that was years ago… And the only person who had ever even had access to that audio file was Grian himself. So who was hiding in the shadows?

“Look, I don’t know who you are, but you better fucking reveal yourself. You have some explaining to do,” He called out, standing up as straight as he could. His voice held a slight tremble, but he did his best to hide it. 

A person stepped out from the shadows, and Wilbur felt his breath catch in his throat. Standing directly before him, just out of arms reach, was his twin brother. The brother that had died seven years ago in The Blur. The brother who he had left for dead. In many ways, it was like stepping back in time. Grian looked exactly the same as he had before he died. Everything, from his hair to his height, even the bruises and bandages that covered his arms, it all looked exactly the same. 

But there was something different. A heavy sorrow seemed to surround him, as if he were holding the weight of the world on his shoulders. His eyes were no longer filled with the life and light that Wilbur had grown up seeing, but were now only filled with hopelessness and pain. 

“Uh, hi,"  he said, his voice quivering. 

Tears filled Wilbur’s eyes as he fell to his knees. This wasn’t real. It couldn’t be real, it wasn’t fucking real. It was a trick, a hallucination. Some sort of ghost or memory from his past, only there to remind him of how much he had fucked up. A reminder of how he had failed his family. Both of his families. 

"No… Leave me alone, you aren’t real!” He cried out

His brother’s face filled with pain, which only served to twist the knife in Wilbur’s heart. “It’s good to see you again too Will…" 

The tears only fell faster. Wilbur kneeled in the dingy cell for what felt like hours, clutching his stomach and trying to control the waves of sobs that ran through him. The only other sounds that pierced the quiet air, were the hysterical giggles of the broken boy next to him.

~~~

:D

- Bella

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bro brob BRORBROBROROBOBROAN IJDNSIDKJMKJNSKANDHSNDSHJASDUAHJSAIBAUYSHDAUSYD OH MY GOD WHAT HTE FUCK THIS. THIS HURTS. YOU,, HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO THE LADS,,, Y’ALL WRITERS FOR THIS AU ARE C R U E LOH MY GOD I’M LOSING MY SHIT

[ghostly-punk]

make the fucking blog you coward 🤬🤬🤬😡😡😡😡😡🤬🤬🤬🤬 slab & brob my beloveds

GIVE ME A MINUTE IM WORKING ON IT YOU DICK /lh <33

[geekofchaos]

Okay. Winners At War. 

Here’s my top five: 

1) Yul Kwon (my favorite winner. Genuine role model for me as Asian-American man.) 

2) Natalie Anderson (my second fave. Loved her game in SDJS. Fucking great story of vengeance).

3) Tyson Apsotol (love this goofy dude who went from flunky to genuine threat)

4) Denise Stapley (oldest female winner and first to attend all tribals in her season)

5) Jeremy Collins (arrogant but he fucking wrecked Cambodia, one of the most competitive seasons) 

I might have included Sandra, but let’s be honest, there’s no chance she makes it past the pre-merge. She’s the only two-time winner and terrible at challenges. There’s literally no reason to keep her around. I certainly wouldn’t if I were in their position. 

Here’s my bottom five: 

1) Parvati Shallow (ugh her fans will be unbearable if she wins)

2) Boston Rob (ugh his fans will be unbearable if he wins)

3) Nick Wilson (a little too Trumpist if you catch my drift and should be indicative of how much I don’t want to deal with BRob and Parv stans if they win that he’s number three)

4) Amber (Boston Rob win by proxy). 

5) Ben Drierbergen (y’all shouldn’t even fucking be here with that firemaking “advantage” bullshit. That season BELONGS to Devon Pinto and you know it) 

Obviously anybody from my top/bottom five could do something that make them go up and down in my estimation but as things currently stand. 

I’d also be jazzed (but not as much) on an Ethan Zohn, Sandra (if miracles of miracles), Michele Fitzgerald or Wendell Holland win.  

Neutral on Kim Spradlin, Sarah Lacina, Danni Boatwright, or Sophie Clarke wins since I haven’t really seen their game/not jazzed but not hating on them. 

Would be negative on Tony Vlachos (he’s lightning in a bottle) or Adam Klein (him? For the biggest season of all?) 

[helen-kim-was-pushed]

An unpopular and perhaps premature opinion, but WAW kinda sucks so far. (1) Bootlist's lowkey coming for GC's neck (2) Many of the 30's men are unlikeable (3) Production screwed Natalie over with starting her on the same tribe as Jeremy (4) Swapping into three tribes was needless and swapfucked Parv (and BRob tbf). (5) NuSkool picking off Old School one by one is so fucking predictable. Main highlight thus far has honestly been Winchele personally

1. Boot order is coming for ALL STARS’s next

2. I hate all the 30s men on their winning seasons, and they are only tolerable hear because the edit is exposing how bad they are

3. UGH

4. Double tribals suck in general but three tribe swaps aren’t cute either

5. Literally Michele is the only new school winner I like (unless you count Sophie and Kim which I don’t), and that’s because she feels much more old school than the others and she’s actually a good character

Anyway all of this is STRONG tea! Literally almost all of the people I was actually interested in seeing again are on the edge. It also really sucks that Amber, Danni, Ethan and Parv, four people we haven’t seen in forever and are legit never going to see again are out prejury while Ben, Adam, Nick, and Wendell (who we were always going to see again no matter what) are all likely going to be with us at the merge

[dxlanwrites]

"Always Be Us Three" (D.T)

A/N: This has been hidden in my drafts forever. Lengthy and prob some errors since I haven't read through this in awhile. Best friend vibes to the max. Enjoy.

WARNING: none just some fluff and nonsense

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Let’s just get right into my background alittle bit shall we. I was born and raised in New Jersey with a pretty much normal childhood. I was the only child so it got relatively boring fast until I met my new neighbors, two crazy boys that changed my life forever. 

You see, I used to have this little playground swingset type thing in my backyard that I didnt use much unless someone came over. Because swinging by yourself is kinda sad and boring. So here I was, my 4 year old self minding my own business drawing at our dining room table when I saw two small figures run across my backyard and go to my playground. Pushing myself off the chair and over to our glass door, sliding it open and I walked out onto our back porch. 

Two boys I have never seen before, sat on the swings and started swinging like it was their playground. The smaller one of the two, pulled out a thick string like thing out of his pocket and began to climb up the side of the playground followed my the other boy. Walking off the porch and onto the grass, I see them curiously. They both got to the top of the little roof and one held onto the stringy thing while the other one held onto the other end. Just as the smaller one was about to jump off, I yelled at them.

“What are you doing on my pkayground?” I said placing my hands on my hips. They both looked at eachother then back at me. 

“Nothing.” They said insynce. 

“Doesn’t look like nothing.” I sassed back. The bigger one that was higher up looked at the other one then turned to me and smiled. 

“We’re bungy jumping. Wanna join?” He asked while motioning towards the bungy cord in his hand. Looking between both of them I figured why not. Nodding my head and walking over, they offered both of their hands and pulled me up.

“Im Grayson. This is my twin brother Ethan. We didnt think anyone was home so we came over here to jump.” The larger brother said as they got into position. In a split second Ethan jumped off holding onto the other end of the bungy cord only to let it go and fall onto the ground. When he released it, it came shooting back up and hit Grayson right in the face. The little hook that was attached to it, ended up getting stuck and cutting his lip. Blood started to gush out of his lip as I stood there not knowing what to do. He started to cry but stopped as soon as he saw me looking at him. Ethan started freaking out from underneath us and told Grayson they need to go home so he can take it out. Grayson climbed down leaving a trail of blood following him and soon they ran off to the house next to mine. 

Running back into my house to find my mom and tell her what happened, she freaked out with all the blood that was on my shirt and pants. I told her about the boys and she immediately picked up the phone to call their mom. We found out that they were rushing towards the hospital after their mom found Grayson laying on their kitchen table bleeding out while Ethan tried to ‘operate’ on him.

A couple hours later my mom got a phone call from their dad letting her know how they made out. Interrupting her conversation, I asked if I could go over to see them. After talking to their father for a bit she said I could, soon later we made our way over with a bag of cookies.

The boys ended up getting in trouble and sent up to their rooms. Plus they weren’t allowed to watch TV for a week and were never allowed to play with bungy cords ever again. 

As I made my way towards Ethan’s room where they currently were, I walked in and sat next to them on the bed as if I lived there. Grayson’s lip was swollen and bandaged up. 

“That was a bad idea.” I said as I looked at his bandaged up face. Ethans nodded while Grayson stayed quiet. I gave them the bag of cookies I brought, Ethan ate them all since Grayson was told he had to let his lip heal alittle. They were both pretty quiet as we sat there, only nodding or saying yes or no to my questions. I was kinda getting annoyed with being the only one talking until one of them finally talked. 

“Why’d you come over?” Grayson asked.

“To check on you.” I said in a duh tone.

“Why?” Ethan asked looking at me.

“Because he got hurt. I wanted to make sure he was okay.” I replied. 

“No one has ever come over to check on me.” Grayson said.

“Or play with us.” Ethan added looking hurt. Staring at them confused I asked why.

“Mommy’s from school think were too crazy and don’t want their kids to play with us.” Ethan said 

“Or invite us to parties.” Grayson added. They looked so sad and I didn’t like that. So right then and there I made a promise to myself to always be their friend and be there for them so they would never feel like outsiders or alone again.

“Wanna be friends?” I bluntly asked. They both looked at me then at eachother before nodding and smiled at me.

“Good. Now we’re best friends.” I said just as I jumped on them pulling both of them into a hug. 

From then on we were inseparable. I went to a different preschool at the time so we only hung out afterwards, but as we got older we began to go to the same school in the same classes, which was a real struggle for our teachers. 

Growing up with them was like I had two brothers, instead of being the only child. I was always sleeping over or they were sleeping over my house. I also grew close to their older sister Cameron and saw her as my big sister. She’d help us film these ridiculous videos called Bob and Rob with Brob. 

Middle school came around and things kinda changed for us but not too much. Puberty was a thing so we struggled with that in our own ways. I ended up making new friends and joining a softball team while the boys got into 🤼 and football. We barely saw eachother in school except for lunch where we made a point to have together and sit together. Between our sports practices and school work we were pretty busy kids. I tried to go to every match and game they had and they would be at every game I had aswell. 

Our last year of middle school really changed the dynamic of our friendship when Grayson and Ethan became interested in girls and our parents didn’t really enjoy the idea of the three of us sleeping in the same bed together at sleepovers. 

Basically forgetting about me to chase after girls, I tried not to let it get to me by making myself busy with new hobbies and hanging out with friends. 

They only seemed to really notice me again when one of their teammates on their football team started asking about me since he knew I was their neighbor. They got protective in a sense and told him to back off and for me to stay away from him. But one thing led to another and he asked me out, much to the boys disagreement. 

We ended up dating for the rest of the year and into the summer. Since he was friends with the boys I saw them more often and was invited to the places they were invited to or I was already at someone’s house when either of them showed up. 

Freshman year started up and everything was going good until word got out about the boys having a vine account and that their videos were becoming somewhat popular. By this time we were pretty good friends again but not as close as we once were. I soon became aware of what people were sayin and the rumors they spreaded and hated how people treated them. I remembered the promise I made to myself to never allow them to feel different and to always be there friend so I did just that.

I made a point to start going to their games and matches again, to always say hi to them in the hall and talk to them on the way to class, go to their house to hangout even if it was to just sit in their garage doing homework while they worked out or practiced. I even helped them come up with some vine ideas and helped film them. 

When Grayson got a girlfriend, it put a small bump in our relationship because she didn’t like how much time I spent with them, more specifically Gray and then soon after my boyfriend was starting to say the same thing since I spent more time with them then him. 

We ended up fighting one night about that and he told me he was only going to keep dating me if I stopped being there friend. So I made it easier for him and broke up with him first. That resulted in me leaving my house at 1 a.m. and sneaking over to their house and cried in Grayson’s bed while they tried to cheer me up. 

Things finally began to settle and everything seemed to be perfect until I found out that the teasing and people messing with them was getting out of hand. I didnt know how bad it had gotten and how much it affected them until they stopped showing up to school. 

The talk we had when they finally told me what was really happening and that everyone decided it was a good idea for them to leave our school was filled with tears, hugs and soothing words. 

Things for them social media wise was really picking up and I was so proud of them because they were happy. But things at school were becoming difficult for me as the boys became more popular. Everyone knew I was really close to them and the taunting they used to do to the boys was aimed at me now. 

But I soon put everything to a stop when my ex, one of their so called friends, said some a real dick comment one day when I was walking to class about how I was probably fucking them both to get attention and that they were worthless and stupid. 

You see, you can come at me all you want but once you bring someone I care about into it is where I draw the line. 

I stopped walking and turned around to look him leaning against the lockers surrounded by his friends smirking. I walked straight up to him and put a fake smile. 

“What was that? I don’t think I hear you correctly.” I said innocently. His smirk fell alittle when he saw me infront of him but so stopped when he saw his friends looking at him to 👀 what he was going to say next.

“You heard me. We all know you just couldn’t keep your legs closed once those stupid piece’s of shit became famous. Attention whore much.” He said a little too loud while looking down at me. His friends started laughing and a few people stopped walking to see what was going on. 

My blood was boiling and my heart ached a little at his harsh words but I pushed it aside. Being a pitcher for my softball has its perks, like how I have a really strong arm so why not put it to some good use. 

Pulling my arm back and throwing my fist forward, I punched him square in the face. Blood poured out of his nose as he clutched it. Pushing him back into the lockers harshly then grabbing his chin rougly so he had to look at me. 

“If I was alittle bigger a bloody nose would be the least of your problems. If I ever hear their names come out of your big mouth again you’ll regret it. You aren’t even half the man they are and you will never be. The only worthless piece of shit here is you” I spat out at him. I was pulled away from a teacher and was escorted to the principles office as he went to the nurse. News traveled around fast that I punched him and rumors were being spread but the reason why I punched him got around faster then the rumors could. 

I ended up getting suspended for 4 months and was told to apologize which I said no to. I was grounded for a couple weeks but my parents werent too harsh on me when they found out the reason why I punched him in the first place. My dad was actually proud of me but I still got punished. When Grayson and Ethan found out what happened they felt guilty that I went through what I did because of them but started laughing hysterical knowing he got what he deserved. 

My first real heartbreak was in my sophomore year of highschool when Ethan and Grayson told me they were moving to California to help further their careers. I understood why but I was so unbelievably upset at the news that I yelled at them for leaving me and wouldn’t talk to them for a few days. They tried calling and coming over but my mom would tell them I still didnt want talk to them and when they would ignore my mom and run up to my room, I made sure to lock my door and wait for them to leave. A little dramatic I know but that’s how I felt was the best way to deal with it.

It wasn’t until 3 days before they were going to leave when I needed to sde them. I snuck over at night and found them both in Ethans bed sleeping, I crawled inbetween them and suggled up. I knew that they both woke up because Ethan hugged me closer to him and so did Grayson, plus Grays snoring stopped. No one said anything as we layed there just enjoying one of the last few moments left together. 

The day they left I cried my eyes out and refused to leave their side. I went to the airport with them and cried as I hugged them goodbye. Watching them walk away I felt like a piece of me left with them. 

The next weeks were hard but I soon got back into my routine trying to ignore the fact that they weren’t right nextdoor. We texted everyday in our groupchat, snapchatted almost every second, FaceTimed at night or when either of us were bored or even when I was in the shower and just wanted someone to talk to. 

Weeks soon turned into months and then it was summer. As soon as school was over, I was on the first flight to L.A. I spent a whole month with them and it was the best month of my life. LA was nothing like Jersey and the new sceniory was nice. They showed my their favorite places, we did the tourist thing mostly for me, and filmed videos for their YouTube channel in which I guest starred in one. Life was good.

Going home was bittersweet but I knew they would be back for the holidays. Time passed by and the boys became very popular on Youtube and we’re working with different company’s and businesses and meeting alot more social media based stars and making friends but they always seemed to make time for me as I did them. Winter came and went as did the boys, a familar pain pinned my heart as they left but I knew they would be back. I finished out my sophomore year and was excited for Junior year to come. Summer was fun as always, they came home this time and it was just like old times. As life went on and we both lived our separate lives everything went smoothly. News came out that they were going on a world tour and I was extremely excited. Their first show was at home in Jersey, which I went to of course. Backstage they were so fucking excited and happy and that made me me so incredibly proud and happy for them. I watched them travel around the world from snapchats and instagram pictures with the occasional FaceTimes inbetween sight seeing and shows. 6 months later they were back home and full of stories I couldn’t wait to hear. 

They stuck around for awhile, which kept me in the loop of there life along with the business side. I have always been kind of a organization freak so whenever they had meetings and important phone calls I was always in the room taking notes, reminding them of their schedule or basically scheduling everything for them, taking calls and proposing different ideas. 

There manager made a sly comment one day as to how I acted more like an assistant then their friend which made him think of hiring an assistant and my big mouth said something along the lines as 'why would they need someone else when they have me, I know them better than anyone and would put them first. Hell I could even be their manager’. The boys thought it was funny and that I made a good point since I literally already handled their business and social media side of life with ease plus they trusted me with everything. A few weeks later they basically made me their personal assistant. Pro of that was that I was around them alot more, con I did it for free. I was good at what I did and it was fairly easy for me. Yes there was stressful times and sometimes things didnt fall through but overall I think I do a pretty good. After working extremely hard in both school and helping out the boys I was able to graduate a semester early. 

After begging my parents for months and having the boys beg them, we finally convinced my parents to let me move out to LA. They talked to Lisa and Sean for hours and soon figured everything out. A month later I was all packed up and on my way to California. The plan was to stay with the boys for awhile until I was settled, found an apartment for myself and a part time job. 

Life was good and so much easier then I expected. Now that I was physically with them, my job was alot easier instead of having hours of phone calls with companies and skype calls with other potential collabs and FaceTimes with them figuring out where we were standing on things. I ended up helping them sign with H&M along with Awesomeness TV. Went to the Teen Choice Awards with them and watched them win with a huge smile on my face. Came up with the idea for the Warehouse and helped organize everything with Cameron. Got in contact with Odell Beckham and Laurie Hernandez’s people and got the boys to filmed videos with them for their YouTube channel. I gave them my honest opinion when it came to certain opportunities and looked out for their best interest at all times. 

Yah know, the game plan was originally for me to find my own apartment and get a real job but I never did any of that. Sorry mom and dad.

When we got kicked out of our first apartment, we ended up moving into our new one. The boys made sure it was bigger so I would have some space for myself, even though I still shared a bed with one of them every night. As for a job their team decide to make me permanent seeing as thought I wasnt leaving anytime soon and started paying me off the books for everything I did. After awhile we all feel into a routine that felt way too robotic and over done. I was starting to miss home alittle, regretted not going to college as I saw all my friends go off, not to mention my emotions were all over the place. 

My anxiety was more prominent in my life now and stress was getting to me. Things became difficult for the boys as they signed a contract with TRL and struggled with ideas for their YouTube channel. Excess drama that didn’t need to happen, happened. I had to become invisible when I went out in public with them because of the fans and how fast things escalate. Always having to be careful when they snapchatted or filmed so no one knew I was there. I had stress on stress but I never let the boys 👀 it. Sleepless nights became a regular thing and I was becoming sloppy when it came to my job as their assistant. We all came to a realization one day that none of us were in a good place mentally and before things get worse we decided to take a break from everything. The holidays were coming up, so as soon as Halloween was over we were on the first flight home. Being in Jersey was always the best feeling, but being home was better. We were happy again. Even though we still had responsibilities, I did my best to seperate them from our personal life like I should of in the first place. The boys started making videos they felt proud of, we spent more time with our familes and just enjoyed being home.

Currently sitting on the roof of their new house which was about 15 minutes from mine, I watched the sun go down behind the trees. A couple grunts were heard from below the curve of the roof just as 2 heads popped up. They crawled there way over to me and sat down. Grayson on my right and Ethan on my left, just like always. Resting my head on Grays shoulder and holding Ethans arm that was drapped over my lap, I sighed in content. 

“Moments like these were my absolute favorite.” I said breaking the silence.

“Yeah.” They said at the same time, making all three of us laugh. 

“I think now E.” Grayson said looking over at his twin. Sitting up and staring at them, I narrowed my eyes waiting for them to do something like push me off the roof but they didnt. Ethan unzipped his jacket and pulled out pulled out a medium sized box that was terribly wrapped. Giving it to me without saying anything, they patiently waited for me to open it. Ripping off the paper a small cardboard like box was underneath. Looking at them curiously I opened the box and couldn’t help but smile and let out a small laugh. 

It was a picture of us from when we had to be like 6. I was at their house when I came up with the idea to have a tea party. Being the best friends they were, they played along with me but changed somethings up along the way and pretended we were drinking a non poisonous beverage and that we were undercover spies keeping an eye on the bad guy at our table because wearing a dress was a big no. They both had my feathery boas wrapped around there necks from when it was actually a tea party while I changed into an old t-shirt of Ethans and Grays wripped jeans with my hair tossled everywhere pretending to be someone else. Their mom had came to check in on us because we were too quiet which was never a good sign and saw how we looked and went to get the camera. She took like a million pictures but this one was my favorite because we were all off guard laughing at something. 

“How’d you find this.” I asked not removing my eyes off the picture.

“We found it when we moved.” Ethan said. I smiled up at him and hugged him then turned to Gray and did the same. 

“I love it. Thank you.” I said. 

“No y/n, thank you. From the first time we met you, you have always looked out for us and had our backs no matter what. I can honestly say that I have no idea  where we would be without you.” Ethan said. I felt tears forming in my eyes. 

“You’ve been our rock for so long that sometimes we forget you go through things yourself and you do so much for us. We don’t know how to thank you for everything but I hope this somewhat helps.” Grayson added in. Grayson reached into his pocket and pulled out a black velvet box.

“Proposing already Dolan. Did you even ask my father?” I joked. He laughed and shook his head while giving me the box. Opening it I gasped. 

“We know how much you loved that bracelet since you saw it from all your 'sudle’ hints. So for appreciation we decided to get it for you. Turn it over it we had something engraved in.” Ethan said. Turning over the silver band, tears started flowing down.

Famiglia per Sempre, G Y/I(your initial) E 

Wrapping my arms around their necks I pulled them into a hug, which they quickly returned. A few moments passed by and I still didnt let go, even when Ethan tried to pull away I only tightened my grip more and pulled him closer which earned me a laugh from him. Reluctantly letting them go, I eagerly put on the bracelet. 

“I love it so much. Thank you.” I said looking up at the 2 of them. We relaxed and settled back into our spots watching the sun finally set. Deciding to head down towards the fire pit to start a fire, I laughed to myself thinking about something they said.

“Yeah, you really do need me in your life.” I blurted out as we made our way down off the roof. Ethan caught me as I jumped down and Grayson wrapped his arm around my shoulder. 

“Always have.” Grayson said.

“Probably always will.” Ethan said as we made our way to the fire pit.

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[–]Tonydanzafan69Caleb 13 points 15 hours ago

Here's my opinion on the JT/Steve dynamic. Steve completely fucked up JT's game both times he played. No, it's not because Steve was a strategic mastermind who used JT as his puppet either. They both needed each other and Steve was lucky to get second place because without JT he very well could've been gone pre merge. And JT was lucky to have Steve because Steve kept him in check and Steve was just neurotic enough to know when to do what they needed to. The issue with JT meeting Steve is that JT is going to assume every new BFF he finds out there is just as loyal as Steve. The problem with this, is that people like Brad, Malcolm, Hell even Russell, don't need JT. Yeah they may like JT, they may love JT, but unlike Steve, they don't NEED JT. Jt is expendable to them. People like Malcolm and brad are perfectly capable socially, physically, strategically, and they don't need a JT to survive. JT thinks they're building a genuine relationship and partnership like he had with Steve, and they're just using him. I think that's been JTs biggest problem. He's not neurotic enough. He thinks everything is going to work out. He needs a Steve there. He needs a partner in crime and one that actually benefits from him. Instead of going fOr the bros, he needed to go for someone like Sandra. Sandra has all the tools that jt doesn't have. He could've been the new brob to her Sandra. He needs someone who brings new skills to the table and is more trustworthy. Hopefully jt wants to come back because this was the best jt, entertainment wise, we've seen.

[wowidiots]

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there’s like a sink

fucks given about ethics etc proportional to closeness, I guess

yeah how long did I even

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true that's my real dream look

wasn't exactly serious either

mountains are so scary

[thatoneconfusedcitrus]

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[wowidiots]

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fuck winter so hard

i'll visit on the

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instill terror in the

WE WANT THEM NOW

brobs you know how

[wowidiots]

oh i forgot the flag dance

waiT FUCK it’s 2pm

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“you should ask brobs if she’d suck your dick brobs

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