#SHITTING CRYING TWERKING ON THE FLOOR

[tiredsurvivoronmain]

GUYS WE'RE OFFICIALLY GETTING CAT MASK GHOSTFACE

[deadn30n]

thinking oh-so-painfully about yone in heartsteel!au and how he quietly blames himself for the violent murder of his parents and believes that if he'd been stronger, faster, smarter, he could've intercepted the azakana before they targeted his family as revenge for him taking up the blade to kill them. && it's part of the reason he's so withdrawn from the rest of the group ( if you also include the fact that he's strict on ensuring that no one else but himself ever knows of their existence ) and everyone always wonders why he kinda purposefully excludes himself from things and it's just because he's deathly afraid of actually getting close to anyone ever again as it'd put them at serious risk of being targeted by the azakana :)

[peeshotter]

Hitting the walls crying rolling jumping thru the window shitting on the floor twerking squatting running sprinting screaming yelling shouting peeing on the ground choking in the air floating flying shooting

[marsphobic11]

“Doing him worse”

An Oikawa/Iwaizumi fanfic

Disclaimers: Cheating,Public relations, m/m/f, all characters mentioned are the canonical Timeskip characters

Oikawa was known in highschool for being a cheater and I should’ve known he wouldn’t be any different in his prime 20s. I’m so stupid for ever thinking that he wouldn’t but yet here I am looking at his messages with my old college friends titties out with red LEDs in the back, what the fuck is she like 15? LEDs in a nude for a professional volleyball setter is CRAZY but fuck it. If he can cheat on me after I gave him my everything? Trust me I will be doing him worse.

I heard him come out the bathroom and I quickly took a picture on my phone of the message and put his phone down. He came out with a towel and walked up to me with a curious look on his face. “What’s wrong princesa?" he began to kiss on my cheek and neck as I sat still on the edge of the bed "its nothing really kawa" I let out a fake giggle as I got up to get out my skimpiest black tight dress from the closet “get ready now we have to meet your old friends from highschool.” He pouts as he began to put on a nice outfit. His strong muscles were showing as he took off his towel, fuck if it weren’t for the fact that he’s cheating on me right now then I would’ve fucked him right here right now but like the queen Megan thee stallion said “Fuck it guess we both ain’t shit.” I put on my YSL heels and began to head out the bedroom while throwing him a quick wink, he looked at me and hid his hard on with his hands “Princesa you can’t tease me like that” he whined out as he adjusted himself. As I walked into the living room I fixed my hair which was straighten for the occasion the dress kept riding up my thighs as I walked but it was okay for tonight because if he can go for my old friends then I could as well. Specifically Iwaizumi Hajime the hot athletic trainer, that man could’ve been hit it if it weren’t for him asking me to leave Oikawa when he was still with his girl. Oikawa walked out with his keys in his hand and grabbed onto my lower waist “let’s go beautiful” as I rolled my eyes he walked me to his black G3 challenger and opened the passenger door for me as he planted a soft kiss on my neck which made my stomach flutter. As I entered of course the smell of Japanese cherry blossom reeked in the car, typical for a cheater, I grabbed out my J’adore Dior Parfum and sprayed it on myself and the car as Oikawa entered the car and began to drive.

The car ride was awkward as Oikawa slightly knew something was wrong with you since he didn’t get his usual driving head. As they entered the club she was instantly greeted by her older brother Matsukawa with a smile and looking cheerful “Hi guys what’s been up!!” you forced a smile as you hugged your brother “everything has been good Matsu” Oikawa shook Matsukawas hand with a grin “she’s been good you already know that she’s spoiled.” You thought to yourself “Yeah right being spoiled by you fucking a bitch that follows my insta like you don’t even cheat with bad bitches either-“ Your thoughts are suddenly interrupted by Kunimi waving at you with a look of concern.

Kunimi saw her eyes filled with tears as he quickly grabbed her arm and led her deeper into the club and began to speak to her “What’s wrong (Y/N), and don’t lie I know you aren’t one to cry” she sniffled as she quickly cleared her eyes up “I caught him cheating.” He looked shocked at her as he looked at Oikawa and then back at her “I guess mother fuckers never change huh?” You rolled your eyes as Kunimi led her to the bar and sat down with her and Iwaizumi and started a conversation with him and Maddog

As the time passed everyone was at the bar and then You felt a tap on your shoulder and faced Iwaizumi as he pointed behind me and as I looked at the dance floor I was faced with Oikawa getting twerked on by some random girl with a SHEIN dress on. Your eye twitched as Iwaizumi started to speak “What the fuck is wrong with this guy man.” He grabbed his Daiquiri and began to drink, I grabbed my regular old fashioned and began to drink myself. Kunimi and Hanamaki held back a drunk Matsukawa who was trying to fight the man on the dance floor, you turned back and said loudly “Don’t bother Matsu he always does this” they all looked at you like you were fucking mental “and you stay with him?” Maddog who was silent until now spoke up and you looked at him “well what else can I do” Iwaizumi slammed his drink down and stared at you “What the fuck do you mean what else can you do? Maybe get off your high horse and get with a real man” you looked at him, shocked by his outburst, and sighed “What other choices do I have, I’ve never talked to guys after him so as much as I wanna get back at him I just can’t” Iwaizumi looked pissed at you and grabbed his new shot and quickly took it before grabbing your wrist and leading you to the dance floor.

“Iwaizumi what the hell is wrong with you!?” He looked down at you while Thotiana by Blueface was playing and he gave you a look as he led you near where Oikawa was and this was your time, he whispered in your ear as he grabbed onto your hips and began to move them for you “Well now it’s your time to show him that you can get him back worse.” You began to grind on him while he grinded back onto you and grabbed all over your ass while you twerked on him.

As you guys were practicing dry humping you saw Oikawa glaring at you guys before grabbing the girl twerking on him and pulling her in for a heavy make out session which pissed you off more. Iwaizumi also noticed and grabbed you and began to kiss you while grabbing your ass. As your tongues fought for dominance he grabbed you by your neck and said into your ear “You know you have a lot of nerve to cheat on him knowing I’m his best friend” he began to kiss your collarbone and top of your chest while his other hand grabbed onto your ass, you whimpered as he kissed down and you let out small noises but being more dramatic with the facial expressions so Oikawa would see. Iwaizumi looked over at Oikawa who was now red and pushing the girl he was with off of him and walking to the bar, he grinned and turned back to you who was now a sweating and sexy mess which drove him insane.

He sighed while grabbing you, he began dragging you into the empty bathroom and locking the door with a rush of adrenaline while he placed you onto the sink counter. You looked up at him while he stared at you hungry for more which made you wetter by the minute “what’s wrong baby?” You looked at him with lust in your eyes “Are you sure you wanna do this Iwaizumi?” You whimpered out as he looked at you up and down. Quickly he began to kiss and lick on your neck before whispering in your ear “For anyone else no but since it’s my friends sexy ass younger sister then I’m totally sure” he grasped onto your ass as he began to kiss and lick on your cleavage and upper breast which made you moan out as you gripped onto his hair which made him groan. He suddenly grabbed onto the top of your dress and slipped it down your shoulders and let your boobs pop out into the cold air which made you shiver “trust me baby I’m gonna make it hard to let me go” he quickly began to suck and kiss around your boobs as he looked up at you waiting for your approval which you obliged to “Fuck Iwaizumi, you’re making this so hard” you moaned out as he sucked on your nipples and fondled with them as you moaned

Oikawa suddenly banged at the door and began to yell over the music “(Y/N) WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU WITH IN THERE?” You suddenly jumped as you panicked but iwaizumi suddenly grabbed onto your thighs which made you look at him. He suddenly kiss down your body until he got to your inner thigh which made you moan out and spread your legs open “Fuck..” you moaned out which only made Oikawa angrier and he began to shake the handle. Iwaizumi placed a kiss on your sensitive clit, the cloth between taking away some of the sensation but ultimately made you moan out his name “Iwaizumi!” You whimpered out while he licked strips over your pussy which made oikawa yell out “When you’re out of there don’t expect me to give you a ride back home fucking slut.” Iwaizumi suddenly stopped and yelled out “don’t get mad that she’s cheating back on you shittykawa. It’s about time she got with a real man who wants her and not the entire roster” Oikawa suddenly got the door open as he barged in with the bathroom key in his hand which made you panic “Fuck oikawa!” You quickly covered your exposed breast as he quickly closed and locked the door again and leaned against the door “well then I guess it’s only fair, and at least it’s Iwa-chan…” he looked at you guys while Iwaizumi continued to lick on your clit “get out oikawa she’s all mine now” he suddenly pulled skirt up and exposed your now drenched panties to the two guys in the room now which made Oikawa laugh “Clearly he isn’t doing the job right cause with me you would’ve already been dripping princesa” he looked at you and chuckled as Iwaizumi ripped your panties off of you which made you whimper “Fuck (Y/N) please just let me eat you out right now in front of that fucking loser” he suddenly pinched your nipple which made you cry out and nod as he suddenly got down on his knees and began to suck and lick on your bare clit which now was making you dripping wet as oikawa teased out “Aw the poor slut can’t handle the teasing of the man who couldn’t even make it to the big leagues like me?“ this made Iwaizumi determined to fuck you better than Oikawa ever could. You moaned out as Iwaizumi put two fingers into your entrance without warning and not giving much time to adjust before he began to pound into you with his fingers while sucking and abusing your clit with his tongue. As you were about to cry out Oikawa grabbed onto your face and looked you into your eyes “Look princess let’s make a deal I let you have this and I join in on the fun and then we can put the cheating stuff behind us?” You cried out as you nodded and Oikawa instantly pulled you in for a kiss while Iwaizumi began to thrust his fingers faster into you as you began to grind into his face with tears falling from your eyes from pleasure.

Oikawa suddenly began to squeeze and play with your nipples which made you cry out into his mouth as you were about cum “Fuck Iwaizumi keep going please!!” You whined out as he played with your clit aggressively and pounded into your pussy with his fingers, Oikawa began to kiss and lick on your neck while still teasing your nipples. You came onto Iwaizumis face while gripping onto his hair, he got up and stared at you while caressing your chest “Say beautiful girl why don’t you give Mr Ugly ass cheating prince some head while you let me fuck you in that tight ass dress?” You blushed a bright red as you looked over at Oikawa who was happy at the thought of getting a blowjob. You nodded your head and Iwaizumi yanked you off the counter and let oikawa pull his pants and boxer down. Just then Iwaizumi laid your upper half down down on the counter while he suddenly smacked your ass which made you yelp out “Is she on on birth control or some shit?” He asked Oikawa while he slipped his dick out of his pants and lazily stroked it which began smearing the leaking precum onto his shaft. Oikawa suddenly put his dick onto your soft lips which made his dick flinch while he answered “Nope so you better fucking pull out” Iwaizumi held both hands up while shrugging before letting out a sly remark “I know, besides you already pay enough child support Nick Cannon” Oikawa suddenly turned to you and grabbed your cheeks and made you look up at him “Now suck my dick like the good girl you are” You began to kiss and lick his tip while Iwaizumi began to align his dick with your entrance. You moaned in pain when he suddenly stretched you out with his dick. His was much more thicker than Oikawas but slightly smaller length wise as Oikawa stroked your hair as you began to bob your head up and down his shaft. He looked down at you while he hissed out in pleasure “Fuck (Y/N) you really do make it hard to let you go” he began to move your head a bit faster up and down his shaft which made you lightly gag as you struggled to keep up with Iwaizumi thrusting into you “Oikawa how could you cheat on this?” He groans as he grasped onto your ass, Oikawa shrugged as he looked at him “I wasn’t in town and every time I would call for phone sex she wouldn’t answer” he pouted as you looked up at him with angry tears in your eyes as you began to bob your head faster “Although none of them compared to the real thing here it was enough to get through the two weeks I couldn’t pound into her tight pussy” he groaned as he felt himself getting closer as Iwaizumi began to thrust faster and deeper into you. You suddenly popped Oikawas dick out of your mouth as you moaned out, you quickly began to jerk him off while Iwaizumi thrusted into you even faster which made your tits bounce with each stroke. Oikawa groaned out as he began to suddenly cum all over your face, Iwaizumi suddenly flipped you over once Oikawa was done cumming and held your thighs over his shoulders as he began to pound into you at a new angle which made you cry out in pleasure as he sucked on your boobs and nipples. Iwaizumi suddenly groaned “He can’t fuck you like this, can he? You need someone to pound into you like I do baby girl” Oikawa spoke up “Aww (Y/N) chan you just needed to be fucked so you could let this all go? You’re so simple yet so complex.” You moaned out before staring at oikawa “I never said I’ll let this go but I-I need this right now fuck.” Your words now coming out with a moan after “Fuck. You. Oikawa!” You suddenly felt your orgasm coming as Iwaizumi was pounded into you, his strokes becoming sloppier as you were cumming he quickly pulled out and came all over your stomach as Oikawa grabbed some paper towels from the dispenser in the bathroom and quickly cleaned it off of you.

Iwaizumi quickly fixed his pants and left the bathroom in a hurry leaving only you and Oikawa who was now fixing your dress with gentle hands “that’s the reason he never got popular with the ladies, doesn’t know what aftercare even is” he whispered while rolled his eyes as he fixed your hair “Why did you have to cheat on me Oikawa?” You asked him as your voice slightly cracked. He looked down at you with a guilty expression as he caressed your back gently “I know princesa I’m sorry, I was alone in Brazil and I needed the relief and you weren’t answering my calls so I thought you were done with me” he answered earnestly as he kissed your cheek “I wouldn’t have let you do what you just did with Iwa if it weren’t for the fact that I cheated first” You looked at him as you quickly hugged him “It’s okay I forgive you, but if you do this again I’m chopping it off of you” he chuckled and covered you up with a jacket he borrowed from Mattsun and quickly picked you up and walked out of the bathroom with you to say goodbye and head home as you drifted off from exhaustion while he ran his hands through your hair and once you guys made it home laid down together. He smiled and cuddled you before whispering in your ear “I want you and only you princess, and if I cheat again I give you full permission to kick me to the curve” he then kissed your head and drifted off to sleep now himself.

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[yorshie]

My forgetful ass meant to send this a while ago but better late than never 🥴 Yorshie, please give us your headcanon songs for the Bayverse Boys: what do they each listen to when getting ready for a date with their S/O 👀💚🎵

If you have more than 1 for them please share with the class 🙇🏻‍♀️🤓

Thank you for the ask! Never late and I’m always open to talk turtles and music.

I have. Like. So many songs that I associate with the bayverse turtles. I kinda…… maybe….. have a playlist on Spotify for vibes that go with each of them. Not really like “this song reminds me of this turtle” but more like “Mikey makes me feel x so this playlist is gonna have songs that make me feel x”

I do think they probably listen to vastly different music than what reminds ME of them however. Canonically we know they’re at least all into hip hop, enough to make a Christmas album, and groups like Wu Tang Clan. and despite everyone collectively deciding Leo likes eastern style music dude was still twerking in an elevator to beat box so for a date night vibe~

I can see Mikey listening to In The Club or Apple Bottom Jeans. Just anything border line embarrassing. Throw some Lonely Island in there. If you cannot hear him shouting “calling 911 shorty fire burning on the dance floor” I’m sorry but I can lol

Raph maybe 30 by Nas or I really think he’d like NF. Idk like Raph is the one turtle that music that reminds me of him is probably also the music he listens to. Really anything that you can work out to I bet he listens to.

Leo is eeeeeehhhh cuz I’m blinded by the Feelings but I think he’d listen to older music when he’s by himself. I got bit by the Tally Hall Hidden in the Sand bug and I can just imagine him humming along to it. I think he’d also enjoy eighties electronic music.

Donnie I could see him listen to classic rock when he’s not listening to filthy shit while he’s working. Things like AC/DC, Blue Oyster Cult or Tears For Fears.

I know it’s a bit more personal taste but if you’d like some songs that I myself put to each turtle, I’ll include some under the read more line

LEO

loyal by ODESZA

cruel angels thesis by Amalee

Hidden in the sand by tally hall

Eco by axel thesleff

Figure you out by voila

It’s love by rabbit

World on fire by Deuce

I’m a dragon by Apache

Familia from the first Spiderverse movie

Under the pressure by the score

RAPH

Run for your life by the siege

Kryptonite by jeris Johnson

Berzerk by Eminem

Dangerous by Yin Yang Twins

Bloodshot by Sam tinnesz

Uproar by lil Wayne

Drag me down by twenty one two

Oh Mickey you’re so fine by dsippy

Gas pedal by sage the Gemini

WET by brevis

DONNIE

let me down slowly by fenekot

Frequency by Tim wolf

Shockwave by marshmello

Crash by deathbyromy

Walking in the moon by infected mushroom

Crash by neovaii

Cry me a river by peaceful melody

Lights down low by MAX

Pull the plug by viola

Finale by AJR

MIKEY

more than you know by axwell

Handclap by fitz and the tantrums

Chase you down by the runaround

Find you by nick jonas

Stupid for you by water parks

Levitating by dua lipa

Can I get a witness by sonreal

Safe and sound by capital cities

Some say nea

Unforgettable by French montana

[alcospray]

my ex-high school-sweethearts agenda with kuroo.

In a garden filled with blooming zinnias, two people vowed to love each other until their last breath. The sunset provides a golden spotlight as they utter their I do's. There is a watering in my eyes; maybe it's pollen allergy (well, I don't have that), or perhaps it's because of the sheer happiness I feel for Kenma.

It's weird to witness the person you grew up with doing very adult things. Like now, getting married while crying that renders the eyes red and raw and, nose filled with snot afterward. It's weird, but it also warms my heart. I am quite envious, even.

But it's weirder to have your heart beat faster, your hands clammy as a wet clam when you meet eyes with your ex at your shared friend's wedding.

The very ex I declared that I have moved on from. The very ex I tried to get hexed via a (fake) witch when I was pissed drunk. The very ex who promised to stay with me forever then left me. The same ex who, until today, my mother still asked about.

Standing beside the groom, although I hate to admit it, Kuroo looks handsome, donned in a light burgundy suit, hair slicked back. Tall and lean. He has a shit-eating grin as he watches Kenma bawl his eyes out, only faltering when our eyes accidentally meet. As instincts kicked in, I averted my gaze and subtly hid behind my hands in the guise of blocking the setting sun.

As the moon settled on its place, the garden transformed into a bustling dance floor. I watched Bokuto clumsily but eagerly twerk to Doja Cat, the Nekoma High players in a dancing train led by Lev, wiggling their bodies to Gasolina. And of course, the newlyweds slowly dance to the soft rhythm of their favorite song.

Kenma divulged that he wanted to keep the wedding intimate so it would feel like a mini reunion for all his close friends. "Just like old times. That's why you should be there. No more avoiding us." He sighed through the phone. "I'll even pay for your flight and all. So, no excuses, okay?" I laughed in response, mumbling my assent.

Just like old times, the whole place is vibrant from the laughter and antics of everybody. Too many familiar, friendly faces from youth. The faces I greeted in the hallways; the faces I laughed with; the faces I laughed at; the faces I avoided when my relationship with Kuroo soured. Too many familiar faces yet I have never felt so out of place, so suffocated.

“Do you still love these flowers?” Kuroo sheepishly asked pointing to the pink and purple zinnias. Holding his breathe, Kuroo waited for a response.

He does not expect you to talk to him. Heck, for you to even utter his name so sweetly again after everything that happened between the two of you. But you did, crouched down in front of the zinnias, looking up at him with those eyes he used to make crinkle in laughter.

“Hi, Kuroo.” The look of alarm in your face, due to the sudden intrusion, is quickly exchanged with a shy, tight-lipped smile. “Yeah, I still do.”

In the secluded part of the garden, away from the jovial chaos of the party, Kuroo felt his heart beat a little faster, his hands a little clammier. Like it used to be in his youth.

originally posted on @nouvelleair but i'm not really good at managing two blogs so reposting it here. my first ever fic writing, this is a practice piece tho. it felt good to finally put the floating ideas in my head into words. i'm so happy, writing is so fun really. i'm also still in the process of figuring out how i want to write (i.e., pov). learning is also so fun mwa mwa

[mitchiegonewild]

bitchie mitchies aot cinematic universe part 3

armin used to both read and write omegaverse fanfics

jean was planning to ask mikasa out at a ruby tuesdays and he hired a small band to play “when a man loves a woman” to play bc he was so sure she’d say yes. she rejected his ass and they both stared at each other awkwardly the entire song

connie listens to edm music and headbangs 

mikasa had a plastic halloween rat named templeton that she carried around EVERYWHERE until she was like 12

reiner twerks on instagram live and annie roasts the living shit out of him

hitch had a singing insta account in 7th grade and it’s so bad

connie, sasha, and armin all went to furcon and got wasted. had the time of their fuckin lives

eren made a fan account for himself and told people that it was a secret admirer 

annie broke up with armin in the middle of the minions movie

armin has an UNHEALTHY sonic obsession 

sasha makes cupcakke remixes 

armin had a walten files phase

at night eren pisses in a glass jar he keeps by his bed and pours it out in the morning

eren doesn’t own a hairbrush 

hange forced moblit to go through a haunted house with them and he cried

when armin and annie dated and kissed for the first time, annie immediately said “oh ew”

levi fell through an attic floor once

erwin used to regularly get high off of flonase so he could finish late night assignments in high school

sasha threw up from nerves on shadis while getting drug tested by him. her test came back negative 

reiner will randomly shoot straight up and gasp for air and then lay back down like nothing happened while sleeping

reiner has a psychology book that he carries around everywhere and pretends to read it when he’s alone to look cool

erwin gave connie a pair of his chanel heels left over from his drag years for christmas 

marco got hit with a firework while playing guitar at their fourth of july party

armin got stung by a wasp and was crying so hard that everyone thought he was having another allergic reaction

ymir and connie have INTENSE just dance competitions 

in one of those competitions, sasha tried to join and broke her ankle

reiner is a BARB!!!!!!

bertholdt had a cavetown phase and then had to destroy all the evidence after the anti semitic/racist tweets resurfaced

jeans dog unalived itself on accident and connie laughed

eren used to pretend to sleep talk at sleepovers 

mikasa literally cannot share with anybody unless it’s sasha 

one year for halloween they did a group costume as the peanuts and made connie go as charlie brown

armin’s BeReal notification went off at his parents funeral and he took the photo

connie has gotten permanently banned from roblox for telling kids to stuff themselves in an oven 

ymir also bullies children but she’s entirely more creative about her insults so she doesn’t get banned

jean was an ASSHOLE in middle school like he was the kid you wanted to bodyslam into the water fountain

hitch does the “who?” “no who asked” thing

gabi plays rocket league with reiner and cusses out full grown adults so badly that reiner has to mute her when she loses

all of the non-adult dudes have seen each other’s penises because they wanted to rate them. reiner won 1st place

hange eats their own fingernails 

armin has a list of who he would and wouldn’t save in the event of a zombie apocalypse based on usefulness. he won’t tell anybody where they stand, but just tells eren “i love you so much” whenever he asks

armin had literal headgear braces from 5th-9th grade

sasha did the cinnamon challenge and almost choked to death and had to go to the hospital 

[pettyrevenge-base]

Bouncers revenge.

I used to bounce along a strip that was very popular. Many of the bars along that strip were run by the same company I worked for. So I knew most of the bars, their managers and made friends with all the bouncers. Its just the way it is y'see.

So this lady comes in with 5 other males. One of which appeared to be her boyfriend. So her boyfriend disappears for a few minutes to go to the toilet. Meanwhile she begins grinding up on some random on the dance floor. Bf's mates were drinking at their table away from the dance floor. Convenient. Anywho boyfi comes back and isn't too impressed with the rubbish going on so he kicks off. Poor random cops a few punches to the face and ofc we get involved and kick the lady, boyfriend and the rest of the Jackson five. Lady meanwhile is trying to say that he came onto her. Yeah sure lady. He came onto you and the only thing you could think to do was reverse into him and twerk to scare him away. But she was tipsy so ofc its not her fault 👀.

We kick them out and the rest of the boys follow along not long after. They took it really well. Boyfi is still screaming outside and calling for more. Random man's inside nursing a fat eye and I'm trying to keep that lady from rushing back in to fight him too. Honestly... I've had enough at this point and tell them all to fuck off. She even throws a few slurs at the random man inside. One of which were racial and because I related to it I thought it was time to ruin this ladys night. She insisted that I was a monkey so... allow me to oblige. They eventually walk off to try out the other bars while she's still yammering about how much of a power trip I'm having. The last thing I remember her saying was to go back home to my 5 other baby mama's LOL. Had a good laugh about that one.

I see them waiting in the queue at the bar across from me. So what do I do? Nothing yet. I wait for them to get just before the front of the line (15 min wait) and then I walk over and tell the bouncer what they just got kicked for. The friends catch the hint and ditch those two. Good choice. She begins blubbering and crying about injustice and me being petty. I'm about to show you the meaning, lady. Her friends catch a cab and go home which just leaves my favourite two people in the world there. They leave that line and attempt another bar on my side of the road but further in. Same thing again. Wait til they're just near the front. I radio in (the bars that are part of my company are all linked via radio for nights like this) to the head bouncer of that club and tell him which ones not to let in. I stand in front of club just watching them in the line and I see them get denied at the door. When they asked the head bouncer why, he pointed at me. The look of disbelief on her face. I loved it. I just smiled and waved. She took off to another bar after having another tanty. By then every one of our bars knew which ones to deny entry to because the other head doorman passed the info down the line. I watched her and her partner walk down the line and get denied by another two bars LOL.

She came back to me still crying saying that i ruined her and her boyfriends night. She asked me how I could sleep at night knowing that I'm a shit person ruining random peoples nights. I replied "How do I sleep at night? Comfortably.... with my 5 baby mama's 😂😂😂😂😂😂"

That was the end of that. Please be nice to your bouncers lol.

Source: reddit.com/r/pettyrevenge

[mrs-nanami]

MSBY + Strip Club Headcanons ♢

Never comes with ones, always needs to have them broken at the door. Wears jeans, like a goddamn heathen. Wears golden chains and sometimes rings. Prefers getting lap dances from his favorite girl more than watching the girls on stage, loves getting up close and personal. Loves fishnet, prefers it over mesh or lace. Likes to talk his shit, but he never touches without invitation and he NEVER puts the money anywhere but her hand so she can put it in her clutch. Wants to see all that ass. Tips very generously. Definitely will tip better with some bantering and flirting. More drinks and he'll want some champagne room time. A lovable menace.

Atsumu, Inunaki, Adriah

Always has his ones ready and wears slacks with a button down, because he's a model citizen, even in the club. A slow starter, likes to watch the stage for a while as he nurses a drink before he even considers asking for a dance. Not a big jewelry wearer, probably wear a fitbit to the club lol. Tips the dancers on stage quite a bit, because he really respects their athleticism (we love to see it), and is very friendly when the girls on the floor are making their rounds. Twerking, cry baby, and booty bumps make them blush!! Might or might not ask for a lap dance, he really needs to feel comfortable with the girl in question before saying yes (girls would love to get him the champagne room just to talk to them because they're so nice). Big fans of stripper heels (the clear ones with the ankle strap), tidy pedicures, and standing edgework. Also a total sucker for wavy legs of any kind. A total peach.

Hinata, Barnes, Bokuto

Champagne room exclusive kind of man. Pulls up in a button down, slacks, and a nice watch with cologne (unf). Knows exactly what he likes — wants a dance with someone who actually dances nicely, who will actually deserve his money. Books out 1 hour with his favorite, expects his girl to turn up looking like what he likes (usually lots of sheer mesh and straps, he likes an elegant shibari/bdsm vibe). Likes heels, likes floorwork, likes low base polework. Wants a slow, melting lap dance, instead of a nasty, grinding one. Needs to feel a connection of some kind to feel like he can actually relax and enjoy himself. Doesn't really mind talking, as long as it's about something they're comfortable with. Has gotten a little emotional in the champagne room before, but doesn't really want to explore that. Just likes the vulnerability he can have without ever having to go into depth with it. Tips very generously: he's a fair man.

Sakusa, Meian

[creepling]

٩(˘◡˘ ) HEADCANON / getting taken care of by dream at a house party

a/n: i had this idea of dream being best friends with someone who likes to drink alcohol at parties so i made this!! if you are a minor, you can still read this, but please do not drink alcohol if its illegal in your country lol. and anyone 18/21+ drink responsibly!! also this is my first time attempting headcanons so sorry if it is all over the place.

pairing: teetotal!dreamwastaken x gn!drunk!reader.

tw: alcohol, drunkeness, cursing.

to put it out there, dream is t-total, which means he doesn't drink alcohol.

but you, uhuh, you love a good drink.

you and dream arrive together to the house party and he is literally stunned by how fast you get drunk.

like,,, he blinks ONCE and you're literally already attempting to drink a whole keg.

dream remembers that first time he saw you drunk and he got really anxious, thinking you'd end up sick.

but then he eventually realizes you handle alcohol pretty well so he tries not to worry about you too much. he still thinks you're an absolute idiot.

throughout the night you obviously have 1000x more confidence than dream has, so you dance like an absolute idiot the entire night. dream just laughs at you in the corner.

at one point you try and drag time out to dance and he is literally digging his heels into the floor and clinging to the wall in protest.

he gives in and joins you to dance. he does all this cheesy shit like twirling you round in circles and doing the waltz to try and embarrass you.

you return the joke by fake twerking on him and that's when he backs away from you.

when you "break the seal" dream is ushering you to the toilet every 5 minutes.

at one point while you're peeing he sits in the bathtub and rants about all the creeps gawking at you and how "he's gonna teach them a lesson"

at one point you split up to see your other friends. dream keeps promising you he will come back for you.

"don't do anything stupid, (Y/N). i swear to god!!"

when you say goodbye to your friends and try and find dream, you find him in the living room sitting on the couch, observing the room.

you sit next to him and ask, "what’re you thinking about?" while trying to hold a solo cup in your hands without spilling it on him.

"do people who drink alcohol even realize how stupid they look?" he says to you, motioning around the room.

for the next half an hour the two of you watch drunk people and make jokes to each other. one guy is sleeping on the arm chair with a lamp shade over his head which makes the both of you cry with laughter.

next minute, one of your friends is pulling you up to do shots, which dream tries to protest against. you reasurre him you'll be okay and he follows you to the kitchen.

after playing a drinking game and doing an abundance of shots, you're the last person standing as your friends begin to run to the bathroom or to pass out on a chair.

"you are fucking crazy, y'know that?"

dream gets tired and asks you if they can leave. since dream was your ride home, you say yes and say farewell to your friends.

you blast music in his car and sing along very loudly.

dream lets you do it, since he knows you'll grow tried eventually.

and low and behold, when he gets to your house, you are sound asleep.

dream rolls his eyes, but laughs at your little snores.

he carries you into your house and immediately places you on your bed.

he takes off your shoes and puts a blanket over you, then leaves you out water and painkillers.

when he gets back to his car, he drops you a text that he hopes you will read in the morning.

dreamwastaken: i'll see you tomorrow at noon to check if you're okay. i'll bring you some hangover food ;^)

when you wake up the next morning with a throbbing headache, seeing that text made your hangover a little less painful.

dream keeps his word and turns up to your house with your favourite fast food. you spend the rest of the afternoon talking about the party (from what you can remember) and laugh about the abursed memories.

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[bakusdumptruck]

Bakusquad Crack Post Pt.2

Hello you beautiful bitches 😌 hope you had a good day today! I was stuck on what I was going to write and decided to make a side story on what happened with the LoV in the first part! So now i’ll give you high bakusquad ft. The LoV🤩

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Pairing: Aged up Bakusquad x gn!Y/n x LoV 

Warnings: Use of marijuana, swearing, injuries, slight manga spoilers

Summary: Bakusquad gets kidnapped by the Lov, but it turns out better than expected.  

✨QUICK RECAP ✨

You and the Bakusquad were v e r y faded chilling on a hill watching the stars 

A nomu pops out of no where and you all start attacking, but completely miss

The nomu starts chasing you and ends up knocking everyone out 

OKAY NOW LETS GET IT 😈

So... you got kidnapped by the infamous League of Villains

B💥: *waking up* “Fucking shit what hap- oh shit hey crusty 😏 never thought i’d be here again.”

ST(Shiggy)🧴: “Never thought you’d be this easy to catch you little bitch”

B💥: “WHO YOU CALLIN A LITTLE BITCH YOU FLAKEY FU-”

Y/n🥵: *evil/scary ass voice* “Bakugou if you don’t shut the fuck up right now i’ll let his flakey ass disintegrate you. You’re beING TOO FUCKING LOUD 😃🔪”

B💥: “uh... where’d you get that knife from :D”

K💪🏼: “Hey guys, sorry to ruin your moment but shouldn’t we be concerned that we got kidnapped.”

M💅🏽: “I agree... We literally got kidnapped by the people who want to kill us.”

S🕷: “Oh shit, that’s who they are? No wonder they looked so familiar.”

All: 👁👄👁

ST🧴: “Ya’ll are dumber than I expected... anyway we want you guys to join us. You all have powerful quirks, especially you Baku-”

B💥: “YAWWNNNN. No thank you. I already said no.”

ST🧴: “Did you just s a y the word yawn 🙃 *scratching neck* You’re pissing me off. I’ll just kill you then.”

S🕷: “Hold on mr.saltine, before you kill bakubro can we smoke our last joint? This weed was expensive and I AM NOT letting it go to waste. Plus I have even more and it needs to be gone before I die.” 

M💅🏽: “Sero please tell me you didn’t bring your stoner pack.”

S🕷: *pulls out his so called “Seros Super Stoner Pack”*

Shiggy’s starting to regret his life choices.

All of a sudden Dabi pops out of no where

DB🔥: “Is that weed? I smell weed. Where is it.”

 Sero had the most amazing idea, but not for them to escape no, he has had the most amazing idea to make sure he finishes his weed.

S🕷: “...Wanna smoke with us 👀 I already rolled a joint and I can roll at least 4 more. Don’t wanna let it all go to waste 😃”

DB🔥: “Let them out of the cuffs. I need to smoke.”

At this point Shigaraki is over everything and decides to smoke to distract himself from the stupidity.

So, ya know, Sero does his thing and hands yall the other papers to roll up

*30 minutes and 5 joints later...*

DB🔥: “NO BUT LIKE ENDEAVOR IS A FUCKING B I T C H. HE CAN KISS MY BURNT ASS.”

 This smoke session somehow turned into a therapy session. 

DB🔥: “I KNOW HE’S MY DAD BUT HOLY SHIT. FUCKER PUSHED ME INTO FAKING MY OWN FUCKING DEATH AND NOW HERE I AM. IM BURNT, MUSTY, AND STUCK WITH THIS CRUSTY ASS BITCH.”

Y/n🥵: *patting his back* “There there, let it out... uhuh just like that”

DB🔥: “I CAN’T EVEN FUCKING CRY. MY TEAR DUCTS ARE BURNT AND I FEEL DUMB AS FUCK CRYING WITH NO TEARS. I LOOK FUCKING CONSTIPATED.”

ST🧴: “Bitch please, you look constipated all the time.”

DB🔥: “Square the fuck up. 😃 Right now.”

D⚡️: “So... we just gon ignore the fact that he’s Endeavors “dead” son?”

Eventually Dabi lets everything off of his chest and goes off pouting in your arms

To lighten up the mood Sero connects his phone to his speaker and picks whatever song came up first 

It was WAP by Cardi B and Megan Thee Stallion.

Denki was the first one to get up and starts to rap the first verse. He knew it word for word.

Sero joined in after but also started dancing

Mans was MOVING them hips. Them shits were swaying like it was nobody’s business 💅🏽

WAIT SO HEAR ME OUT,  I feel like Bakugou would be a completely different person when he’s high

Yeah he’s still angry and shit but he’d be sooooo fucking funny

 This bitch would get up all of a sudden and be like 

B💥: “YOU’RE DOING IT WRONG FUCKER. THIS IS HOW YOU FUCKING MOVE”

Then he starts aggressively twerking anyway he can 😭

He’s twerking on the wall, on the floor, ON PEOPLE  

You all eventually form a circle around him and start hyping him up

LMAOO ITS LIKE THAT DANCE CIRCLE AT SCHOOL DANCES AND EVERYONE HAS THEIR PHONE OUT

Y/n🥵: “BEST FRIEND SHOW EM YOUR MOVES”

K:💪🏼: “GO, OUUU YUH GET IT I GUESS 💅🏽... OKAY IM NEXT BEST FRIEND. GET THE CAMERA 🤩”

KIRI FUCKING PUSHES HIM OUT 

K💪🏼: “dougie 🤪 hype me up 😤🥵”

He does it REALLY bad, but that’s not gonna stop the hype 

ST🧴: “AHAHAHA WHY HE MOVIN LIKE THAT. MANS STIFF AS FUCK”

M💅🏽: “Like you can do any better than that 😗”

ST🧴: “Baby please, watch this”

Shiggy starts voguing... and he’s really fucking good. 

All: “💀”

DB🔥: “HOLY SHIT THIS IS FUCKING GOLD . YO GUYS GET THE FUCK OUT YOUR ROOMS. Hehe he’s gonna regret doing this. ”

The rest of the LoV members come out and are shocked 

They don’t know whether to laugh, cry, or be disgusted 

TG🔪: “Dabi... is he okay, wait a minute... wHEN DID THEY GET HERE”

SP🐊: “...I’m going back to my room.”

TW👺: “OUU YUH SHIGGY. GET IT BITCH- this is so fucking disgusting.”

Mr.Compress and Kurogiri don’t even bother to see whats happening

Once the most iconic part of the song pops up YOU AND MINA GO OFF.

M💅🏽: “OUT OF THE WAY BITCHES. ITS THE BADDIES TURN.”

Holy fuck can y/n and Mina marry me already. p l e a s e.

Yall hitting every beat, every move, THE ATTITUDE. Yes. A+. 1000/10

Everyone was screaming their asses off and jumping around

After WAP, Dear Maria, Count Me In by All Time Low played

DB🔥: “OHHH SHIT ITS MY TIME WHORES”

Dabi pulls out a guitar and amp out of thin air and plays his fucking heart out.

Bakugou finds drums and plays like theres no tomorrow

Sero finds a bass and joins in 

Y/n🥵: “What the fuck 😃 why is this so good 😃”

The rest of you starts head banging and singing along

K💪🏼: “TAKE A BREATH DONT IT SOUND SO EASY, NEVER HAD A DOUBT NOW IM GOING CRAZY WATCHING FROM THE FLOOR”

M💅🏽: “waYMENT- I THOUGHT HE COULDN’T SING. WHERE DID THAT COME FROM 😳”

Denki adds harmony to the next part

K💪🏼D⚡️: “TAKE A BREATH AND LET THE REST COME EASY, NEVER SETTLE DOWN CAUSE THE CASH FLOW LEAVES ME. ALWAYS, WANTING MORE”

Y/n🥵: “DENKI YOU TOO??? I’m going to pass away. This is too muCH. I’M GOING TO SIMP PLEASE.”

Oop, the best part’s coming up... who’s singing next?👀

DB🔥: “IT WAS NEVER A PHASE MOM. ITS A LIFE STYLE- CAUSE I GOT YOUR PICTURE IM COMING WITH YOU DEAR MARIA COUNT ME IN THERES A STORY AT THE BOTTOM OF THIS BOTTLE AND IM THE PEN.”

That shit was chefs fucking kiss. Dabi has the perfect voice for this song.

At this point you, Mina, and Shiggy were on the floor with tears streaming down your faces.

When yall thought it couldn’t get any better, Bakugou and Sero start harmonizing for the last part 💅🏽

B💥S🕷: MAKE IT COUNt WHEN IM THE ONE WHOS SELLING YOU OUT CAUSE IT FEELS LIKE STEALING HEARTS CALLING YOUR NAME FROM THE CROWD”

Dead. You flat lined. Your limit has been passed and now you’re a hard core simp. 

Mina was so glad she started recording because there definitely won’t be another opportunity.  

Y/n🥵: “Guys... WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT. HOW CAN YOU PULL INSTRUMENTS OUT OF YOUR ASSES AND PLAY PERFECTLY. KIRI WHERE THE HELL DID THE VOICE COME FROM.”

The boys were sweating and out of breath. They just did a whole performance in the hide out with zero practice.

They stared at each other at the end for a little bit and excitedly hyped themselves up. 

Dabi spoke about starting a band forgetting about his occupation and why the bakusquad was there in the first place

Honestly this moment was precious. The villains and aspiring hero’s were getting along because of the weed in their system. This just proves how weed can solve all your problems 💅🏽

*knock knock* “Doordash delivery”

ST🧴: “Oh, when did you guys order food?”

S🕷: “We didn’t order food...”

ST🧴: “... FUCKING SHIT NOT AGA-”

The pro hero’s busted in 🤩

DB🔥: “KUROGIRIIII. GET US THE FUCK OUT OF HERE.”

And just like the the LoV escaped

M💅🏽: “Ya kno what, I honestly forgot where we were.”

B💥: “Same.”

K💪🏼: “We were having too much fun...”

D⚡️: “Ughhh why’d they come so early 😫 we were boutta start a band 🥺”

S🕷: “Wait... why were we here again??”

Y/n🥵: “Sero...baby, maybe you should lay off the weed for a bit 💀”

Aizawa walked in and shot his scarf out to all of you. He made sure to make them uncomfortably tight and pulled you guys right to him.

A🐱: 👺👹*gremlin noises*👺👹

Lol you guys are fucked. 

HELLOOOOO I hope you guys enjoyed this story of what went on when the squad got kidnapped!! Honestly my account is gonna have ALOT of bakusquad scenarios since I literally love all of them so much. Not a day goes by where I’m not thinking about hanging out with them 😭 Credits to jazzmonster for the gif 😌 once I saw it I knew I had to use it. Anywayy thank you all so much for the support :’-) I didn’t think people would actually like the stuff I write since its all over the place 😫 Hope you have a good rest of your day/night 🖤

[littl3one]

the specialists, wap dance headcanons

TW swear words, a lot of them! and the wap dance, obviously

the specialist x gn!reader

sky

- oh lordie

- poor thing, thinks it’s some kind of cool dance challenge idk

- i mean stella won’t shut up about it?? so what is he supossed to think? the poor thing gets proven hella wrong

- as soon as you ask him, to join the wap dance, he kinda doesn’t think much of it and just shrugs

- “sure, can’t be that bad” oh hell nah

- you have to swallow your laughter, because he will be so damn confused oof

- you’re placing the camera down on the ground and grin at him

- i swear he is nervously sweating dbwhfdwb he just looks at you with such fear in his eyes because he still doesn’t know the choreography

- “babe, i still don’t know what to do-”

- you interrupt him: “just clap on beat lol” you REALLY try to stay serious omff

- as soon as the countdown starts your laughter is IMMENSE

- it starts with “yeah you fuggin with som WAP” and his eyes are literally getting SO BIG

- “is that the wrong sound or-” he gets interrupted by you WAPPIN in front of him

- you’re lowkey bawling your eyes out because of laughter while dancing and he just stands there and he’s so shook

- “holy shit yn you didn’t expect me to do that, did you” he says as you roll around on the ground

- you’re laughing your burning ass off it’s hilarious

- in secret he knew the dance but he was just waiting for you to perform it lmaoo

brandon

- he knows the dance already but he can’t dance

- someday you’re just walking up to him and asking him to make a tiktok with you

- he doesn’t think it would be WAP so he just agrees lmao IF HE KNEW

- “so it’s a dance you know you have to start like that”

- and then you’re doing a WHOLE tutorial on how to dance the wap omg he is living for it

- he’s learning quickly and after three tries he already knows all the moves like the meme he is

- as soon as the countdown starts you start laughing and can’t stop but brandon isn’t bothered

- he dances like it was his show which makes you laugh even worse till you’re on the ground, rolling around and crying because of laughter

- he smiles because he thinks it’s funny how you can’t stop laughing because of his dance session lmaoo

- “let’s do another one! can you do renegade??”

- y’all are spending the whole day doing tiktok dances and wanting to become the most famous tiktok couple lol

timmy

- he got a wap dance compliation recommended and he doesn’t know a flying damn about it

- you’re sitting next to him and he looks at you and asks what a wap is

-  and you’re explaining “wap stands for some dirty words”

- he is so much more confused now because of that sentence bruh he looks at you with such a disgusted face, thinking he just got porn recommended

- “not in that way oof it’s just a stupid song paired with a stupid dance”

- he doesn’t get it “well brandon mentioned this dance someday”

- “i can teach you though” you winky wonka at him and he is NERVOUS

- “i’m not the best dancer you know” he is PRAYING that you leave it at that

- boy guessed wrong because you annoy him now

- “we’re making memories timmy >:( the wap dance is basic knowledge”

- boy feels stupid now so he agress oh lordie what a bad idea

- he stands next to you, the phone camera facing both of you and he gets even more nervous getting filmed omg

- “do i have to do this” he is suffering lordie

- you decide not to teach him the dance because he would back the f away

- “timmy just watch and learn from the best”

- so you start twerking and moving and he is getting so NOT into it

- he’s just like: nah and he turns around and sits down again

- you’re highly offended, taking the camera and stop dancing, just lip-syncing and humming to the music, while kissing timmy on the cheek

riven

- he just absolutely didn’t ask for it lmao

- you were just walking straight into his room and setting up the camera

- he was laying on his bed and observed but didn’t say a word, till the 10 second timer started

- “what the hell are you doing”

- you laugh and try to pull him out of his bed but he just doesn’t move an inch

- you just sigh and walk up to the camera, continuing to do what you have to do

- riven observes secretly but he tries to act like he’s looking on his phone

- as the music starts he sits up to listen closely because BOY he can’t believe the music he’s hearing

- “what the hell” he just sits there and you can see the boy on your display it’s too fucking hilarious

- he’s so disgusted it almost catches you snorting but here you are, giggling your ass off while dancing

- his face stays disgusted the whole time you’re losing your breath so bad

- halfway through the song you’re laying on the floor, laughing

- he walks up to you and steps over your laying form, turning the camera off

- the video turns out HILARIOUS because in the end you just see rivens disgusted face in close-up

- it’s your favorite video of all time

helia

-  it was nice and warm and you just had one thing on your mind: this cursed song

- the whole time you were humming this song and helia found it highly comforting.. until he heard the lyrics

- “can you repeat that???” his eyes were so confused and he was so sure that he misunderstood

- you just started laughing and you just intended he already understood what you were saying

- “helia let’s do a dance” you just said without replying to his question

- he looked at you with such confusion but he agreed anyways

- “it’s the song i’ve been humming! everyone is dancing to it, so you should join me”

- he thought it was lowkey adorable how you wanted HIM to join you in that video and he smiled and nodded

- so the timer started and he took your hand for a close second and then y’all let go

- you were ON FIRE

- so this song started and you started dancing like your life was depending on it

- helia was so confused and just cheered you on.. a little bit

- he wasn’t enjoying this dance at all tho so he just took it as a joke and laughed with you

- he was so startled it made you laugh so much omgg

- altough he agreed to never dance on tiktok with you again

[breanime]

Ohhh what about Angel, Coco, Rio, and Johnny (and probably all the boys) losing their shit over that one tik tok “ayo shawty, your man still around?” That would literally piss them off and you’d be cracking uppp 😂🤭

Billy Russo: As soon as he hears the man’s voice, he’s grabbing your phone and looking at it. “Who the fuck is this?” He asks, gripping your phone so hard, you think it might break. You’re already laughing your ass off, but Billy doesn’t think it’s funny. “Who was that?” He asks, hovering over you. “Y/N, stop laughing--who the fuck was that?” It takes you a minute to explain that it’s just a joke, but Billy has you bent over and paying for it before you’re even done explaining it. 

Logan Delos: Logan jumps up, parkours his way across the living room, and nearly tackles you to get to your phone. “Who the fuck? What the fuck?!” He cries (he’s on the floor at this point, clutching your phone). You’re laughing so hard, you’re crying, and it takes Logan a second to realize you were pranking him. “That isn’t funny, Princess, I almost had a heart attack!”

Jax Teller: The video didn’t even get past the “what’s good shawty” before Jax hand your phone in his hand, standing over you with a glare on his face. Opie, Juice, Tig, and Bobby nearly broke their necks getting over there, trying to see who the fuck was calling Jax’s girl. You and Juice are the only ones who know what’s going on, and as such, you’re both nearly in tears laughing as Jax and the guys wrestle your phone away from you. Your phone 100% gets broken in the excitement, but don’t worry--the video is saved on the Cloud. 

Coco Cruz: “WHAT THE FUCK?!” Is all that he says as he LITERALLY throws his beer to the ground and yanks your phone out of your hands, ready to KILL. Angel is laughing almost as hard as you are, and you stand up, soothing your loco Coco puff before he murders a meme. It takes him a few minutes to calm down. “Nah, who the fuck was that?” Is his only question, and it takes the combined efforts of you, Gilly, Angel, EZ, and Bishop to get him to see that it was a prank, and even then, he still wanted to know who the guy was...

Angel Reyes: Angel moves like the fucking exorcist, jumping over tables, chairs, and Chucky until he’s in front of you, grabbing at your phone while you laugh, pulling away from him. “Who the fuck is that?” He asks, reaching around you for your phone. “Hell yeah her boyfriend is around--gimme that shit!” EZ is already up and ready to kick some ass before he sees your face and realizes it’s a prank. Once Angel is in on the joke, he laughs, shaking his head. “Oh, okay, mi dulce, okay... Just so you know, payback is a bitch.”

Miguel Galindo: Miguel moves like a fucking shark, yanking your phone out of your hand before the guy is even done talking. As soon as he heard an unfamiliar male voice on your phone, he’s ready to cut somebody UP. “Who the fuck--” he stops, seeing that it’s just a prank, and sighs, shaking his head as he laughs. “Oh, my love...” His dark eyes narrow in on you, making your heart stop in your chest. “...You’re in trouble now.”

Nick Amaro: Nick is the king of insecurities and overreacting, so you bet your ass that he’s grabbing your phone, eyes wide and chest heaving. “Who the hell is this?!” He demands, and you jump up, wrapping your arms around him and explaining that it was nothing. He retaliates by picking you up and carrying you to bed, admonishing you in Spanish as he kissed all over you, grateful that you were his... even though you were a little shit. 

Johnny Tuturro: He’s like a freaking torpedo, tackling you as you lounged on the couch, grabbing your phone and floundering on top of you. “Who the fuck is that?!” He yelled, his hat on the floor as you pushed at him, trying to get him off of you. Mike was a few feet away, literally covering his mouth with his hand in total shook, scandalized and intrigued, as Paige laughed, hands on her knees as she watched Johnny basically twerk on top of you, trying to get a look at who was calling. When he realized what was happening, he immediately calmed, turning and wrapping his arms around you, kissing you as you giggled. 

Rio: Rio wasn’t giving you enough attention, but when you played that video--you had his full attention for SURE. Rio muttered “what the fuck” before he stalked up to you and snatched your phone, already thinking of where he could hide the body. “It’s a joke,” you laughed, reaching up from your place on the couch, “It’s just a joke, baby, I swear--” Rio growled, tossing your phone over his shoulder and reaching down for you, pulling you up and pressing his lips against yours harshly. He didn’t say much, but he definitely made it clear who you belonged to, and when he was done, he turned to you, his dark eyes washing over your sweaty body, and said “Your ass better be too sore to fucking pull that shit on me again.” Lucky for him--it was. 

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[saintqueer]

On Being 13

by saintqueer

Date Written: July 2019

CW: brief mention of an eating disorder

I will be posting a series of old creative nonfiction essays I wrote in 2019-20 every Friday and tagging them #a saintqueer original. Some might be a little outdated but I'm getting my feet wet in the experience of sharing my own writing again. Hope you enjoy! My inbox is always open.

Your name is Jordan. It is 2006 and you just turned 13. You are officially a teenager. Not a preteen. Nor god-forbid a tween. You’re in eighth grade at middle school in the Bay Area suburbs and you just got your first cell phone. It’s a silver LG flip phone without a camera. Modern social media has been born but is not yet widespread. Myspace and AIM are still the name of the game. And your friend’s Top 8s are literally worth crying over. You buy songs you like on iTunes for 99 cents. Songs like Far Away by Nickelback and Jesus, Take the Wheel by Carrie Underwood. That is, until you wizen up and start using LimeWire in 2007. By that time, you’ll think your tastes much improved. You’ll illegally download songs like Buy U a Drank by T-Pain, Wait For You by Elliott Yamin, and everything Chris Brown puts out. Every single feeling you have is so large it’s like it has the potential to kill you. Weird shit is happening to your body. You started puberty early but it shows absolutely no sign of stopping. Things just seem to be getting weirder and more emotional. You cut your own side bangs and they look hella cool.

Ok, let’s pause there. I’m gonna go ahead and break the fourth wall here. Reader, I was planning on doing this entire piece as a kind of immersive second person experience. But. I. Just. Can’t. It’s too hard and writing about being 13 is difficult enough. I think that intro was enough to get you in the right head space of Jordan circa 2006-2007.

Over the last year, there has been more truthful explorations of the adolescent experience in media than ever before. With shows like Pen15 and Big Mouth and films like Eighth Grade, I feel like for the first time I’m starting to come to terms with my own adolescence. Being 13 is really fucking hard. And 13-year-olds get such a bad rap when, honestly, they’re just trying to do the best they can with all the shit they’ve been thrown.

I first felt compelled to write this piece when reading a section of a book from my favorite podcaster, Karen Kilgariff. Karen describes a lecture series she went to in which one of the presenters made a case in defense of 13 year olds. Karen writes that being 13 “is the hardest age you ever have to be because of all the chemicals and hormones constantly raging through your body. It’s like you’re being drugged and then woken up with speed on a daily basis. All social structure implodes and resets itself in a totally unfamiliar way. You’re simultaneously the oldest version of a child and the youngest version of an adult, so you don’t belong anywhere. You don’t get babied, and you don’t get respect.” Basically, it fucking sucks!!!

At 13, my eating disorder was already in full swing and my body-dysmorphia-riddled brain had no shortage of reasons for why my life would be so much better if I weighed 25 pounds less. They would weigh us in gym class, one by one, and assign us our BMI classification (mine was “overweight”). I was constantly dieting, with resounding approval from family and peers; starving my growing body of whole food groups and then binging. My school used to sell these pizza hot pocket things in plastic wrapping called pizza sticks (they were so DELICIOUS). One time, I found an unopened and still-warm pizza stick on the floor next to a garbage can. Wildly hungry from my meager carb-less lunch I picked it up off the floor and shoved it into my mouth, facing the wall, in as few bites as possible so no one would see. OFF THE FLOOR…OUTSIDE. I think it was on a pile of leaves and other trash (though unopened, it was slightly flattened on one side so it might have been stepped on?). This is actually the first time I’ve told anyone that I did that. Blogging is fun.

I was truly beginning to understand that my body was a commodity in society. I couldn’t take up space as a girl and to be beautiful was to be frail. My body was a sexual thing but I was not allowed to be a sexual being. Boys were the horny ones, not girls. But boy, was I! The thing was I couldn’t tell anyone, only the bathtub faucet could know. This was heightened all the more by my church and my faith. Youth group taught me the importance of dressing modestly and how we had to do everything within our power to help easily tempted boys remain sexually pure. I had so much shame that I had any kind of sexuality at all.

A majority of us wanted to fit in when we were 13. And I wanted it desperately. It’s not necessarily that I wanted to be cool, it’s more like I just wanted to belong. I wanted to have best friends. I wanted boys to have crushes on me. I wanted to be wanted. And it never happened for me. I didn’t develop deep lasting friendships until my late teens. I didn’t have my first kiss until I was 21, for god’s sake. My friends at 13 were changeable and excluding. I felt like I was constantly vying for their approval and as I entered high school in 2007, my social life became the center of my world.

Admittedly, high school felt much more enjoyable than middle school. I had established my place in the cool crowd and shirked academics. I stopped listening to Christian Rock and started listening to Lil Wayne and learning how to twerk. I cut class with a friend to straighten my hair with my hot pink straightener in Starbucks. I got in trouble with the cops for underage drinking. I got better at actually starving myself for a few days at a time instead of just dieting. I was significantly better at swearing. However, every single thing still felt like the biggest deal ever and it felt like it would always be that way.

Now, over a dozen years later, I hardly ever think about how it felt to be 13. I always forget that I “fell in love” with a boy named Alex at church summer camp who I saw from afar five times and talked to once for two minutes. It’s hard to believe now that I wrote his name in sharpie on my converse sneakers and sang I Drive Myself Crazy by *Nsync while crying and staring directly back at myself in the mirror.

This might seem unforgiving but I feel like the one redeemable thing about being 13 is that it doesn’t last forever. It ends. You grow and you change and you work through your trauma. If you’re lucky, you get better friends and you go to therapy and do some healing over ten years later by watching tv shows and movies that remind you of every painful feeling. Then you look back and laugh. You laugh at that school dance where Peter said he’d never, ever slow dance with you. You laugh at the school dance less than a year later where you grind provocatively on a dude you don’t know to Get Low by Lil Jon and the Ying Yang Twins. You laugh (hysterically, I might add) at eating that pizza stick off the floor. You laugh at smoking weed for the first time using a plastic water bottle your friend somehow turned into a shitty bong. You laugh at shoplifting your first thong from Ross. You laugh at your self-cut side bangs. You laugh and you laugh and you laugh and then you, finally, move on.

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

Imagine:

Reader riding the fuck out of Erik’s dick. He’s weak and he can’t take it. She doesn’t stop until he gives her what she’s working so hard for.

Erik: Oh, so this what you do? Leave a nigga on read after what you did to me?

After that wild ass night, Erik was at the gym, shirtless and sweaty while he was in the middle of his upper body workout. He tried to keep his mind off the way Y/N did him dirty last night but the more he listened to his playlist-not even his gym playlist but his “get nasty” playlist, he couldn’t stop thinking about that bitch. Erik pocketed his phone again, pressing play on his music to listen to the artist talking about “you need a man in your pussy baby”

Erik: Ain’t never lied though

He mouthed to himself. Like a movie, Erik’s mind went back to last night.....

//////////

You were with Erik at his place. He had company but he didn’t let you know about it in advance so you came over while his boys were there, all of them smoking weed and listening to DaBaby’s new album KIRK. The minute Erik opens his door to find you standing there in grey biker shorts and a crop top with the FILA shoes he always liked, he couldn’t turn you away.

Erik: Aight, niggas, Y/N here I forgot to tell her I had company.

He didn’t ask if they were cool with it and they didn’t seem to care much either.

After Erik took his seat again, you kicked of your sneakers, making yourself comfortable directly on his lap. You flopped down, ears going deaf to Erik’s deep grunt. You could feel his eyes burning holes into the back of your head but you didn’t care. His boys were so damn high and zoned out. You looked over your shoulder at Erik, smiling down at him and noticing the struggle in his eyes.

He made his dick jump, your laugh making him laugh. You decide to play along, adjusting yourself within his lap but with a pressure so your ass stroked his dick. Erik took both of his hands to grab your waist, trying to keep you still.

Erik: chill out, you gonna make me stiff doing that shit.

He whispers.

Reader: So you telling me it ain’t stiff now? I can feel that shit pressing between my cheeks.

Erik: Stop playing, Y/N.

Erik pulls his hood over his head, trying to shield his expression but all it made you do is grind some more. He didn’t understand you came over to ride his dick. Tonight was “ride Erik’s dick night” and he was wasting your time.

Reader: You getting on my nerves. All that teasing you did while I was at work earlier, sending me a video of you jerking your dick. You can’t just do shit like that and think I’m gonna let it go. I want some dick...I want what’s mines.

Erik looked at you bizarrely . No she didn’t just say some shit like that to me.

Reader: *grinds in his lap* Erik c’mon. These niggas are high out there minds they won’t even notice.

Erik: No, Girl. You need to sit your bratty ass down and listen to Daddy.

Reader: *kisses teeth* I told you I want to ride that dick. I’m mami tonight, okay?

Erik: *laughs* you drunk or some shit? Girl chill out.

You heard enough, getting up from your “seat”

You adjust your shorts before walking away, ignoring Erik’s mumbles. This nigga was NOT about to play with you. Entering his room, you lay back on his California king bed, taking your biker shorts and panties off. The heat from your pussy was too much. It was as if you had a fever between your legs. It was extremely wet too. Once again, Erik didn’t understand. You needed his dick in you something serious.

Reader: *pulls out phone*

You open your legs, pussy spread open wide, recording how wet you were. He was sure to make those niggas leave now. After recording your honey glazed pussy, you send the video to Erik, waiting patiently. Deciding to undress since the sight of your wet and juicy pussy was sure to get his attention you take off your bra and top, tossing it to the floor. You relaxed, fingers twirling your nipples and legs swinging open and closed.

Your phone buzzes, a contempt smile on your face when you notice it’s from Erik.

Erik: Nasty Slut 😈

Reader: C’mere please. 😩

The text bubbles surfaced but then disappeared.

Erik: *yells* Aight niggas, it’s time for y’all to go I got some shit to handle.

You cheered, laughing to yourself before laying back against the bed, legs open towards the door so he could see what he caused. It only took five minutes and Erik was right there, lip between his teeth and eyes low.

Erik: Happy?

Reader: Yes, *bites lip* C’mere, I missed you.

Erik: Since when? *laughs, closing door*

Reader: I always miss you, E.

Erik: uh huh, You gotta prove that shit, Y/N.

Erik walks over to you, pushing your legs back to admire how wet you are. He dips his head lower, mouth on your pussy as if waisting no time. He was eating you so good you had to look at him doing it.

Reader: damn, baby.

You were so horny it was ridiculous.

Reader: Baby let me bounce on it *smiles with a lick of your lips*

Erik wasn’t paying you any mind, his mouth still devouring you. You pushed at his head, wanting to fill the void in your pussy but he was eating it right so you stopped, settling for loud moans.

Reader: Oh, fuck, yes. *throws head back*

After what feel like five minutes, your thighs close around his head.

Reader: FUCK *cries out*

you cum, more than ready to use him like a pogo stick.

Reader: Erik let me fuck you.

Erik: *raises a brow* Fuck me?

Reader: Yeah, let me show you how much I want that big dick baby.

Erik shook his head with a sexy smile, lifting up to undress but before he could, you smack his hands away, doing it yourself. He looked at you with raised brows before laughing.

Erik: You’re not playing today, are you?

Reader: This is your fault! Blame yourself.

He was fully naked now, the sight of his 10 inches making your eyes roll. He was so big. It was as if your mind knew to prepare your pussy to open up for him as wide as it could go. You sucked on him a little to get him nice and wet.

You pulled him to the bed, straddling him before grabbing the base of his dick. The both of you shared a sloppy kiss, your hand stroking him nice and slow to keep him rock hard. He grunts into your mouth, hands smacking your ass to reward you. You lifted away from his mouth before giving his lip a bite, squatting over his dick. Locking eyes with him you lower yourself, pussy opening up. Damn, you really needed this. He clearly did too because the moment he was fully inside his hips began to move. You started bouncing, arms on either side of his head.

Reader: Fuck, this dick! *bounces*

Erik: Damn, *smacks ass* you taking this dick with no problem.

Erik couldn’t even meet your hips without you stroking him yourself, never tired. Your eyes were glued to his, skin slapping and pussy juices dripping on his balls. He saw something in you that he normally didn’t. He guessed you were right, you came to fuck him.

Reader: Hold still, daddy

Erik: what the fuck? Baby girl...

Your pussy was so tight on him and so wet he couldn’t help but to stare at you in disbelief.

Erik: Baby girl, you gonna let daddy get a fuck in or nah?

Reader: *giggles* nope.

You knew if he did he would control his nut but you wanted the nut. It was payback for making you extremely horny all day with that video.

Reader: *smiles* your fault, Daddy.

You change position on him, hitting a split over his dick with your left leg resting on his shoulder and the right one down between his legs.

Erik: Ohhhhhhh shit!

You begin bouncing with no difficulty, Erik’s expression stuck. He slaps your ass hard, pumping you up even more.

Erik: Just split on the dick, huh?! *groans*

Reader: I told you this is MY DICK.

Erik: Yes it is, nasty bitch *grunts*

Reader: Yeah, I’m that nasty bitch *smiles*

He didn’t know what to do or where to hold. Erik was loosing his mind. He couldn’t move his hips from the way you were positoned so he had no choice but to take it. The urge to cum was creeping up. Erik gripped your thigh near his head, even attempting to bite it too.

Erik: LISTEN.., *moans* God-Baby girl...you gotta stop, okay?!

Reader: *Giggles* No, Daddy. Give it to me.

You change it up again, turning reverse cowgirl, twerking on his dick. Your ass bounced on him, uncaring of his struggle. His hands were over his eyes, body just laying there while you took what was yours.

Reader: letting me take what’s mines? *bites lip* you’re such a good Daddy.

Erik: OMG *grunts* I’m gonna cum so fucking much.

Reader: That’s what I want! *rides faster* Give it me...

You could feel him swell, that driving you more.

Reader: This what you get for teasing me.

Erik: Shit, Ima get you...best believe ima get that ass back. I promise.

You knew he would but in that moment the feeling was too good and the victory was too great. You showed Erik what you could do, never tired, taking all of him with out a single cry.

Reader: oh? You cumming for me? I’m making that dick cum baby?

Erik: YES OMG. *grabs ass* make me cum in this good pussy.

You ride him through every struggle, Erik’s mumbles incoherent and his moans choked up. You successfully fucked him and the feeling of his cum inside of you made you ride him until he was emptied.

Erik: Who taught you that, Baby girl? *looks at you astonished*

Reader: I’m self taught, Daddy *smiles*

[suffering-and-happy-about-it]

The Girl I Met on the Internet (Holy, Part 1.)

Series description: Your bestie Kim was a free-spirited person who wasn’t exactly concentrated on finding herself a partner. Yet one day, she recieves a phone number and this time, you didn’t want to keep the person on the other end hanging. And so, you text them, no matter who they are.

Part summary: A party was something unseen in Brownsville, for at least five years. You and your friends go there - and you get a hold on an unknown person’s number sent to your bestie by Stanley Barber.

A/N: I know that I’ve done this with Whatsapp series already but... This just seemed like a super-sweet idea for a closeted queer Sydney is. 

Tagging: x

Sydney’s tape: go fuck yourself

Series masterlist: H E R E

It was a wild evening. The kind of wild you knew you'll remember until the day you die. That was clear as day. Well, in the end, something like this happened once in every five years in Brownsville. What was happening, you might ask?

People puking on the toilets - some of them proceeded to do quite a variety of sexual activities in the said cabins. Drunk dudes were undressing, girls throwing their bras and/or panties (in the worse case) onto the stage. Everyone was dancing, yelling, laughing, and drinking more than they drank beforehand. Oh. And it was a concert. An indie band underground concert. Which naturally caught the attention of many youngsters living in the small town.

Naturally, everyone, there was drunk as fuck and when these said people weren't drunk, they were as high as a kite. Don't be silly - almost no-one there was over the age of 21. No, we're talking about high schoolers. Said reason was the main one for most of the parents not knowing that their children were out there, partying. The whole school was there in the underground club.

Your friend, Kim, managed to assemble the full party - you were there, your gay friend Aaron came, and on top, he brought his boyfriend with him. They disappeared for a while, leaving you and Kim and the bar to buy some beer. Naturally, you had a very vivid idea about what they were doing, but you just let the boys handle their business.

"So..." - You started quietly, looking around at all the young people. Not only your schoolmates were there, but also youngsters from the nearby towns had come there. - "You see some lucky person you like?" - At this question, Kim grinned and took another sip of her beer.

Kim was someone who didn't care about gender or relationships. She was mostly focused on having one night stands and God, she could afford it. She was, indeed, gorgeous in her way. And you were as pretty as she was, yet it wasn't in your nature to just... Approach people. For the most part, you were sure that you're into boys.

But many instances had shown you to never say never. For example, there was this so-called lesbian... Well, now, she was pregnant with a dude who was working in local 7/11, so she couldn't be such a lesbian she proclaimed to be just half a year ago, could she?

"What about you?" - Kim asked back without answering the initial question, sipping from her cup of beer while intensely looking at one chick on the dance floor who was breaking her pelvis while attempting to twerk. Or whatever she was doing.

"Nah. I'm far behind dudes for a while now. We don't wanna repeat the David thing which ended what... A month ago?" - Yeah. As you were shaking your head, there was a grin on your face. David was portraying the role of Mr. Perfect, to put it somehow. Well, in the end, he wasn't as perfect as he wanted you to believe. And when you realized how much of a fraud that person was, you brought the hell on him.

Yet as soon as Kim smirked, even more, you knew she's about to say something borderline controversial. - "Maybe you're searching in the wrong crowd? But who am I to judge." - You watched how her shoulders shrug as you rolled your eyes.

Kim wasn't as much help in the relationship advice department as you'd expect your best friend to be. Every time you've been whining about the escapades with boys, she looked you dead in the eyes, telling you to find yourself a girlfriend. To which, you usually rolled your eyes even harder, telling her that this side of things is her domain more than yours.

And again, she had a response to that - when you meet the person, there doesn't exist a thing like a gender. Sure, she was probably right, but you decided not to jump to conclusions. If you were about to live through some sort of a queer awakening, you wanted it to strike you just like that. You never talked to a girl to ask her out or whatever.

If it was about to happen, who would you be to stop it, right? But you weren't the person who would walk to meet it. So, for the last couple of years, it was Kim's mission to find you a girlfriend. And when you asked her why, she just answered that for a reason, she gets the queer vibes from you.

"Here are my favorite boys!" - Kim cried out as you both saw Aaron and his boyfriend making their way to you. They both looked relaxed as fuck, so that made you more or less sure about what these two were up to on the restrooms. Either they were doing the mentioned sexual activities or they were doing some drugs - and then doing something sexual. Aaron rose his hands above his head, straightening the football jacket on his shoulder just before he hugged one of your shoulders and one of Kim's shoulder. Kim sighed, leaning the back of her head into Aaron's broad shoulder.

"I have... This for you, miss Possible." - His fingers suddenly pulled a small paper from somewhere on his palm, handing Kim a piece of paper with a number written on it. This occurred rather frequently. For an unknown reason, guys neither girls never thought that Kim is an insufferable asshat. She was receiving numbers on pieces of paper now and then - well, she could decorate her whole room with the numbers. As usual, Kim took the paper and looked at Aaron, waiting for the story of this particular number. In the meantime, Aaron's boyfriend left you standing there, going for a cig outside. - "You won't believe this." - Aaron rose his eyebrow, shaking both of you with a childish smile. - "Stanley Barber gave me this number."

"Stan the Man is here? Why didn't you tell me earlier? He sure as hell has some good weed." - Kim widened her eyes, ready to go on a search for Stanley immediately. But Aaron was still holding her in one place, having a dead stare in his eyes. - "Hold your horses. To answer your question, yes, he has his joints with him. But this number belongs to one of his friends who was too shy to approach you. And in exchange for the weed, he wants you to text her." - Aaron explained simply.

Stanley Barber... How would you describe Stanley? You couldn't describe the boy. He was something completely out of this word. No, he and your group of friends weren't friends, but you weren't enemies either. You had more or less a neutral relationship. Sometimes you hung out around each other, sometimes you hadn't seen the boy in weeks. Well... At least you tried not to see him. Stanley himself was unmissable. This boy sometimes came stoned to school, wearing sunglasses and banging his head into walls left and right. His clothes were unmissable as well. Stan was just... Unmissable.

Yet, honestly, you never saw him with anyone who could be seen as a friend figure. Never fucking ever. There was a high probability that Stan was high once again. First and foremost - was this friend real? Second of all - was it a girl or a boy? As soon as you saw Kim's face, you knew she's not texting anyone - but for the first time, it struck you as wrong. Stanley was a cool dude for the most part. You could say that you technically liked the boy. When you realized how much weed he had already invested to keep the relationship on neutral, this was the smallest thing Kim could do.

"Not happening." - "Don't be a bitch." - Aaron rolled his eyes, sighing. - "Stanley gave you as much weed as a cow eats per month. This is nothing to repay him, huh? And... It can end in something fun for you." - The boy proposed and for once, you had to say that Aaron was right. - "Not happening, babe. Stanley's friend is just as weird as he is and I don't wanna do anything in common with that. But let's smoke some fucking pot!" - Kim put both her palms up the air, crying out cheerfully.

"You should text that person. Stan's cool for the most part." - You took Aaron's side in this not-even-an-argument. At that, Kim turned at you and put the small piece of paper into your palm. - "If you can't beat them, join them. I think I know how this would play out, so, now's your turn to try texting a stranger." - Her fingers gently patted your cheek before she turned on her heels, dragging Aaron along. You wanted to go home anyway. And as you watched Kim and the big quarterback disappearing in the distance, you turned on your heels to leave the place as well.

It was a nice evening. You had seen someone gulping down a whole fucking cup of beer under one minute without throwing it out, you saw a dude undressing in front of the stage, a shit ton of people making out, and a few of them throwing up. Sometimes doing these things simultaneously. Which was as impressive as scary. But honestly, you were fucking tired.

Silently, you snuck through the house, closing the door behind. Just when you wanted to call the whole operation a success, you almost stumbled over Mr. Skittles, your super-extra-old tomcat. Even when you almost screamed and Mr. Skittles almost hissed at you pretty loudly to put you back into your place, you both stayed silent and looked at each other. Not too long after that, you were already laying in your bed, trying to fall to sleep.

The next morning, Kim rolled to your house in her old, falling apart Beetle. She was looking worse than you - there were sunglasses on her eyes, she sure as hell hasn't done her make-up in the morning, she didn't even comb her hair, she just put a baseball cap over it. - "You look fucking disgusting." - Was the first thing you told her when you opened up the door. Kim leaned closer to you, pulling her sunglasses down for a minute to look you in the eyes. - "You. Have. No. Idea." - And with that, you set on your way to school.

There still was a mysterious number which was given to Kim. You didn't throw it away but you weren't exactly overhyped to text them. You didn't want to lose the small piece of paper, but you didn't keep it on your field of vision. But there was a day when you gladly took the gamble. It was a few days before one of the shorter holidays, so naturally, there was a big test coming your way. Kim and Aaron were shopping for your stay at your grandma's small cabin just a few minutes down the road.

You, in the meantime, were trying to study. But even the leaves falling on the ground were more interesting than the subject you were trying to study for. So, as you tried to build a small tower from your pens and markers and as it had fallen again, your eyes slowly traveled to the drawer where you stored the small piece of paper for the last few days. Well, you could try it, right? It won't hurt anyone. You didn't even know who's number that was. It would be just like snapping or texting on Omegle, huh?

Slowly, you stood up from your desk and walked to the drawer, taking it out. You were weirdly on edge. It was more than two weeks since the whole concert thingy - the person probably accepted that Kim fucked them over. So you didn't have to stress about this whole situation. You could maybe just make something up in case they would ask where you got the number? This was nonsense. You shouldn't be nervous about such bullshit. So all you had to do was that you had to text the first text. And so you went for it.

You: Is someone there?

That was a tragic first text, that had to be said. And as soon as your phone marked it as delivered, you threw the device away on your bed, turning to your table with your heart in your throat. Why were you feeling so sick? Were you about to pass out? Most likely yeah. And it got worse - because the person had responded.

(Unknown number): Yea, there is. And you are? Where did you get this number?