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stripper-patrick · 4 years

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I like the barbies💓, but I want the Bratz😈Steve Rogers

Warnings: language, fluff, smut, dom!Steve, choking, degradation, oral (m), angst, angry!Steve, fingering, fluff, crying, slight sub!Steve

Tags: @rebellious-desires @mrsbanreswillseeyou @eclecticblkgirl

Relationship: Steve Rogers x black plus sized reader

Steve called a mandatory meeting but I’m not sure for what and I’m interested to see what he’s gonna say.

“Y/N” Scott calls and I turn around meeting him.

“Hey Scott”

“You look beautiful today” I can tell he likes me but usually I don’t pay attention because I’m so busy with work. See I work as a nurse but strictly for the avengers team. I interned for Stark and he hired me after a month seeing how good I work under pressure. Then that’s when I met Steve. They brought him to me when he was fresh out of the ice to which I took care of him as well as catching him up on the 66 years of history he had missed. He took a liking towards me and soon we started our best friendship which turned into a sexual relationship. I’d enjoy more but I don’t wanna ruin what we have so l handle this for now.

Me and Scott walk and talk together to the conference room where he opens the door for me “oh my god I’m so tired of wearing scrubs really I’d prefer to be in a big t-shirt and nothing else” I laugh. I notice I’ve caught Steve’s attention by that sentence. His blue eyes study my features of a short t-shirt dress and my silk-pressed ashy brown hair flowing gloriously on my shoulders with each step I take.

“Well I’m sure a lot of male patients would be very aroused by how good you’d look in either attire I know I would” I blush laughing and I catch a Steve’s eyes. The once ice blue orbs now turned into electric with what looks like lust and anger. Steve always was possessive but seeing as we aren’t together you’d think he’d let little things like this slide. But we’re both wrong.

Everyone piles in at once and we all sit down waiting for what Steve has to say. “For starters I’d like to thank everyone for coming to the meeting and as we know there’s a special event tonight the ultimate Christmas party Tony famously hosts every year but we don’t want it to be like the last time where we we’re attacked by robots which is something I never thought I’d said in my 99 years of life” he chuckles “let’s remember to have fun but keep the compound secure and safe as well”

“That was all you called us for?” Scott asks. He had a tendency to get under Steve’s skin often bringing up his past and on one occasion he even mentioned our extraordinary 74 year ago gap and Steve nearly put him in a full Nelson.

“It is is there a problem?” I can see Steve is boiling but I don’t know why

“No problem at all captain” he chuckles

“Good everyone’s dismissed” he calls “except for Y/N” my heart starts beating faster and I watch everyone leave. I avoid eye contact with Steve but the second I catch him (gif), I feel my wetness start to collect between my thighs. The door is shut and I stand up walking towards him. I do a half sit on the table as he strides towards me placing his hands on either sides of my hips coming about eye level to me. The smell of his mint toothpaste and Armani cologne is breathtaking.

“I don’t like how he talks to you or even looks at you”

“Who Scott? We’re just friends”

“He wants you Y/N and I’m sure he has a sense that something is going on between us so if he could he’d taste you right in front of me” Steve parts my legs stepping between them

“Nonsense Steve it’s not even like that. You’re just being over-protective and jealous. For what? I don’t know”

“Because you’re mine” his hand slides between my thighs as his calloused finger rubs my wet clit before sliding between my folds. My upper body slouches down as I push my hands behind me on the table to keep my balance. My eyes shut and I bite my lip holding back a moan.

“How can that be the case yet we’re not together?” I ask

“That doesn’t mean you aren’t mine” he says sliding a finger in. My body opens up to him. I’m feeling so many different emotions. Mad, sexually frustrated, horny, appalled. I don’t know what to do. He continues pumping slowly to torture me. My body shakes and he holds up my chin forcing me to look into his eyes. Steve curls his fingers making my body jolt. He moves his hand in a quick all-of-a-sudden pace slamming on my g-spot. My body rocks and my moans get louder. Steve covers my mouth “be a good girl for me and cum on my hand princess” my legs shake and next thing I know I’m convulsing against him trying to press my thighs together. My back arches as he pumps me dry. Once I come to my sense I watch Steve lick his fingers with a smirk.

“If you want me to officially” I stand up slowly watching him take a step back “you know what to do” I walk out going straight to my room. I take a deep breath as my wobbly legs force me to sit on the nearby chair. I’ve gotta start getting ready for this party. I bring myself together walking to the shower turning it on hot.

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I’m all dressed and ready for the party and I hear a bunch of people downstairs and the slow jazz music awaiting. I take one last look on the mirror at my outfit which is white mid rise bell bottoms, a double breasted blazer and a lace white bra that exposes the breast tattoo Steve likes so much. I grab my bedazzled clear heels sliding them on before heading downstairs. I stand at the top of the steps just grabbing some alone time before I merge with the crowd. A body slides next to me and I think it’s Steve until I meet eyes with someone else. Scott.

“Oh my god Y/N you look incredible” I smile thanking him keeping my eyes on the crowd “Jesus if I were Steve I wouldn’t let you walk out like that” I chuckle

“Scott I do what I want relationship or not”

“Speaking of what’s going between you and the crypt keeper” he takes a sip of his drink and I feel eyes burning into me. I look down seeing Steve staring right back at me. Sharon is staring at him like she hasn’t eaten in days and I feel my blood boil. He excuses himself and I watch him walk towards the steps.

“Nothing we’re just friends and coworkers”

“Hmm” he hums in disapproval. Steve meets us at the top with a fake smile on his face.

“Excuse me Scott I’d like to borrow Y/N for a minute” he grabs my arm whisking me away without even allowing Scott to comply.

Steve takes me to a dimly lit hallway and I yank my arm away “have you lost your damn mind” by this point I’m pissed. I get that Steve has attachment issues but that doesn’t mean he can control who I talk to let alone get mad that another guy is giving me attention when all he does is work and fuck me.

“Maybe. What the hell are you doing after I told you Scott is trying to get what’s mine”

“Steven how the fuck can I be yours and we’re not dating. And you know why we aren’t dating because you’re still strung up on Sharon who just so happened to be undressing you mentally”

“She was not” he scoffs. I squint my eyes in anger “It’s obvious Scott only wants to fuck you”

“And what the fuck do you actually get to do. Fuck me that’s it. You don’t know how bad I actually wanna be with you but the only thing we can do is fuck so don’t say shit about anyone else’s place when you’re actually participating in the act just using the same mindset” I storm away from him and walk downstairs mixing myself in the crowd.

“Y/N you look great” Pepper says “woah what’s wrong”

“Nothing I’m fine” I say. She knows me better than anyone else and she grabs my hand. She excuses herself from Tony and we head to the bathroom.

“Talk to me” a tear slips and I wipe it careful not to mess up my makeup. I explain to her what happened and she shakes her head

“Men are so stupid” she hugs me making me laugh. She helps me fix my makeup and it doesn’t look too bad. Pepper walks out with me our locked together and we go straight to the bar “4 vodka shots please”

The bartender grabs the Smirnoff bottle pouring the liquor into the small glasses setting them in front of us. She hands me 2 and I grab one glass tipping my head back letting the liquid glide down my throat leaving a fiery trail. My face scrunches up and the DJ spins the record stopping the smooth jazz.

I watch as Tony gets on the mic “I feel like we need to amp this party up some more” the crowd agrees as the DJ turns the music up putting on Meg Thee Stallion’s song Freak Nasty.

I take my second shot grabbing a lime to chase the liquor and replace the fiery taste in my mouth. My chest burns as the liquid courage smoothes down singeing my sternum.

I feel myself migrate to the dance floor rocking to the beat of the music. I bend over shaking my ass and I feel a body slide behind me. I’m not sure who it is but the guys hands slide around my waist keeping me close. “Damn baby can I take you home” before I’m able to pull whoever this is off of me Steve grabs him.

“Get your fucking hands off my girl” I watch Steve pull the guy away and he grabs my arm pulling me upstairs to his bedroom. I can tell he’s livid.

“Y/N what the fuck”

“I didn’t even know it wasn’t you” I say nonchalantly standing up “and again I don’t see why you’re mad we aren’t even-“ he cuts me off with a kiss and a hand pressed to my throat. Steve is quick to lay me on the bed still holding me in his powerful kiss. Steve pulls off my jacket moving his lips to my neck and breasts. I bite my lip holding back a moan. His hands slip into my pants undoing them and my legs fall open for him. I feel his erection against my thigh as he rubs my wet swollen clit begging for attention.

“Don’t stop” instead Steve does the opposite and stands up. I pull off my pants and soaked black thong. Steve undresses his bottom half and grabs my legs pulling me to the end of the bed. He taps his dick on my clit making me writhed before he finally pushes himself in me.

I grab his arm as he continues his assault breathing heavily near my ear. His moans are guttural and low as he nips at my ear. “Just like that please Steve” he pushed my thighs back on the bed stroking me down harder. My jaw drops and I lift my arms above my head gripping the sheets behind me.

“You look so fucking good doll” I whimper holding him close to me. The thought of Sharon taking him away from me overwhelms me and a tear slips. Or it could be from just how good he’s pounding out my pussy.

“Look at you. A beautiful fucking mess. My beautiful fucking slut” he bites my collarbone quick to put my legs on his shoulders.

“Steve please”

“What do you want? Use your words” I can’t even think. I’m not sure what I want so I let my heart do the talking

“Don’t leave me”

“I won’t baby girl. Fuck you look so pretty taking my dick like that”

“Steve” I moan. His strokes increase as he wraps his hand tighter around my throat

“Nobody is allowed between my pretty little sluts thighs but me” my release is on the brink as he keeps talking to me like this “and if they try... I’ll kill them”

“I’m cumming” my legs shake uncontrollably as my hips buck upward.

“Cum for me please” he whimpers. I muster up the strength and flip us over riding him. I grind hard on Steve as he coats my walls in his juices whimpering my name.

I keep bucking my hips watching him squirm. I slow down and collapse on his chest feeling his dick pulse inside of me.

“You’re mine” he rasps

“I’m yours” I smile

“We’re going on a date tomorrow to solidify it but for right now will you be my girlfriend?” He smiles

“Of course” I laugh as he kisses my head.

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skin--slave · 5 years

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Marilyn Manson Albums as Jello Shot Recipes

Portrait Of An American Family:

2 pkg shoplifted jello, red or purple

2 cups water

1 cup pineapple vodka from the bottle dad keeps in the garage

Microwave one cup of water in a yellow Tupperware bowl for 2 minutes. Burn hands taking it out. Dump jello powder in. Stir until dissolved. Pour vodka in. Get a huge hit of alcohol vapor in the face. Put lid on container and put a piece of masking tape on it that says "Brussels sprouts." Refrigerate in the crisper under the celery until 2am. Add remaining cup of water to the vodka bottle and put it back. Enjoy lumpy sludge from permanently-stained bowl in the dark while playing air guitar along with your Walkman.

Smells Like Children:

1 pkg lime jello

1 pkg unflavored gelatin

1 cup hot tap water

1/4 cup Rebel Yell whiskey

1/4 cup cherry brandy

1/2 cup beer

Don't bother heating the water. It's probably hot enough. Add jello and gelatin. Stir. Realize it's not hot enough, but refuse to heat it up. Let it sit on the counter while you collect the other ingredients. Stir some more. Add alcohol. Keep stirring. Note that it's now a disgusting greenish brown and smells like a public men's room. Put the bowl in the refrigerator with no lid. Go out with friends and vandalize things. Come home drunk. Wake up with empty bowl beside you in bed.

Antichrist Superstar:

1 pkg cherry jello

1 pkg grape Flavor Aid

1 bottle (750ml) Taaka vodka

Open bottle. Carefully add jello and drink powder. Cover mouth of bottle with thumb. Shake vigorously until mixture turns black. Chug half. Pour remaining half on self. Throw bottle into the crowd.

Mechanical Animals:

1 pkg orange jello

1 pkg peach jello

1 cup water

1 and 1/4 cup Everclear, divided

1 can Mandarin oranges

Whipped cream

Plastic wine glasses

Run water through hotel coffee maker. Add jello to carafe. Stir until dissolved. Let mixture cool to room-temperature. Meanwhile, drain orange segments and pat dry on a white bathroom towel. Give zero fucks about the orange stains. Put oranges in a paper coffee cup and pour 1/4 cup Everclear over. Jerk off while they steep. Add remaining liquor to carafe and stir. Divide infused orange segments between glasses. Pour jello mix over the top. Place in hotel refrigerator until after the show. Enjoy jello and very impressed groupies with whipped cream.

Holy Wood (In The Shadow Of The Valley Of Death):

1 pkg instant chocolate pudding

1 cup chocolate liquor

1 cup milk

1 pkg unflavored gelatin

1/2 cup water

1/4 cup coffee liquor

Plastic cups

Whisk milk and chocolate liquor until well blended. Add pudding mix and continue whisking until completely dissolved. Pour pudding into cups, leaving ample headroom. Refrigerate at least 30 mins. Sprinkle gelatin over water in heat-safe container. Let stand at least 10 minutes while watching the news. Heat gelatin mixture until melted. Stir to dissolve. Set container in fridge to cool. Read the newspaper. Add coffee liquor to gelatin mixture. Pour over pudding in cups. Refrigerate 2hrs or until high school lets out. Enjoy the juxtaposition of childhood desserts with the bitterness and poison of adulthood.

The Golden Age Of Grotesque:

2 pkg unflavored gelatin

1 cup water

1/4 cup gin

1/2 cup champagne

2 Tbs fresh lemon juice

2 Tbs simple syrup

Individual half-sphere molds

Fresh lemon zest, black edible glitter and sugared violets for garnish

Sprinkle gelatin over water in a bain-marie (or a double boiler if you're poor). Let stand 10 minutes while you pick out your eye shadow. Heat gradually, stirring to dissolve. Allow to cool slightly. Add lemon juice, simple syrup, gin and champagne. Pour into half-sphere molds and refrigerate until firm (about 3 hours or as long as it takes to do your makeup). Carefully unmold. Press the base into black edible glitter and arrange on a serving platter. Top each with lemon zest and a single violet. Enjoy with people who deserve you.

Eat Me, Drink Me:

1 pkg strawberry jello

1 pkg unflavored gelatin

1 cup water

1 cup Kraken black rum

Fresh strawberries

Dipping chocolate, optional

Using a strawberry huller or paring knife, carefully cut the centers from strawberries. Hollow each berry out to mirror the hole in your heart. Save tops. Place each berry in a small paper cup to hold upright. Heat water and add gelatin to dissolve. Allow to cool slightly. Add rum and stir well. Transfer to a container with a spout for ease of pouring. Carefully fill each berry with gelatin mixture, just as your life is filled with failures and disappointments. Replace tops to hide the darkness. Refrigerate until firm, crying as necessary. Dip berries in chocolate if desired. Serve to those who have hurt you so that they can know what it is to find the inevitable black center of every romance.

The High End Of Low:

1 pkg blue raspberry jello

1 pkg watermelon or strawberry jello

1 cup water, divided

1 bottle (750ml) alcohol of choice

Heat 1/2 cup water in each of 2 separate coffee mugs. Wonder why you own coffee mugs when you don't drink coffee. Overthink that as a metaphor for life. Realize the water's getting cold. Add 1 jello pkg to each. Stir slowly, watching the granules try to dissolve. What's that sound? Answer the phone. Insist that you're fine. Go back to staring at the jello mixtures. Absently add one to the other, playing with the colors. Decide to see how the mixture looks on a canvas. Take the bottle with you. Close the door. Stay there for 3 days. Do not enjoy it.

Born Villain:

2 pkg unflavored gelatin

1 cup water

1/2 cup Smirnoff vodka, any flavor

2-3 tsp each magnesium citrate, pickle or sauerkraut juice, Sprite, liquid sweetener, salt water, Tabasco, clam juice, apple or grape juice, clear liquors in various flavors

1 pkg (4 colors: red, blue, yellow, green) liquid food coloring

Small paper cups

Twister spinner

Sprinkle gelatin over water in glass 2-cup measuring cup. Let stand 10 minutes. Microwave 1 minute. Stir to dissolve. Let cool slightly. Meanwhile, add 1 tsp of an assorted liquid to each cup. Arrange randomly on a table. Add vodka to gelatin mixture and stir. Pour into prepared cups. Add a drop of food coloring to each cup, alternating colors. Stir each with a toothpick. Refrigerate 2 hours or until set. Invite people over. Take turns spinning and choosing shots. Wait for someone to vomit or shit their pants. Call it performance art. Enjoy thourally.

The Pale Emperor:

1 pkg unflavored gelatin

1/2 cup water, divided

4 sugar cubes or 4 tsp sugar

1/2 cup Powers Irish whiskey

16 dashes Agnostura bitters

1 tsp orange zest, optional

Sprinkle gelatin over 1/4 cup water. Let stand 10 minutes. Heat remaining water. Add sugar and stir to dissolve. Don't worry if there are some granules left. You're a grown man. Add hot syrup to gelatin mixture. Stir to dissolve gelatin. Add orange zest if desired. Stir in whiskey and bitters. Refrigerate until set. Enjoy alone while taking stock of your life and feeling good about your accomplishments.

Heaven Upside Down:

1 pkg watermelon or strawberry jello

1 pkg blue raspberry jello

1 cup water, divided

2/3 cup decent vodka, divided

6-10 ice cubes

Gold edible glitter

Heat 1/2 cup water in each of 2 separate containers. Add one pkg of jello to each. Stir well and let cool. Lightly oil a standard loaf pan and place in the freezer to chill. Add 1/3 cup vodka to each cooled gelatin mixture. Stir well. Add 3-5 ice cubes to each bowl and stir until ice melts. Gelatin should be thickened but not set. Spoon randomly into chilled pan. Tap bottom of pan against counter to reduce air pockets. Refrigerate 1 hr or until set. Unmold onto a platter and slice. Sprinkle with glitter. Enjoy with loyal friends.

#marilyn manson albums as #marilyn manson #jelloshots #recipes #sorry long post #im on mobile #so no breaks 😒#but i thought you might like these #been thinking about making jello shots for st patricks day #jello is good for you #and so is marilyn manson #😏😏😏#pickman got freaked out i think bc my knee got fucked while i was working out and i yelped and cursed #he was waiting when i came upstairs #and hes been clingy ever since #so while he was laying on my tiddies being a very sweet boy #i made dis #q

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penis-parkers · 4 years

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50 questions you’ve never been asked before

super fucking late on this one but oh well. let’s fucking gooooooo

thank you @yobucky for the tag! i know how muh you love these and thank you for including me uwu

I’m not tagging anyone i don’t wanna be annoying lmao

what is the color of your hairbrush?

white and orange or dark grey lmao

are you typically too warm or too cold?

depends on the season. in winter, too cold. in summer, too hot

what were you doing 45 minutes ago?

talking with my sister and being forced to play pokemon go

what is your favorite candy bar?

kitkat ((:

have you ever been to a professional sports event?

yes sir. i’ve been to a couple of sports tbh

what is the last thing you said out loud?

i was talking about how i lost time while laying in bed (i wasn’t asleep, but i don’t remember two hours lmao)

what is your favorite ice cream?

birthday cake from marble slab. other than that cookie dough

what was the last thing you had to drink?

iced coffee

do you like your wallet?

yep

what was the last thing you ate?

a breakfast wrap

did you buy any new clothes last weekend?

no.

the last sporting event you watched?

uh... i cannot remember. probably football

what is your favorite flavor of popcorn?

i don’t like popcorn

who is the last person you sent a text message to?

my partner in crime

ever go camping?

yessss. i used to go all the time with my family and it was great.

do you take vitamins?

i used to eat vitamin c like they were candy oop

do you go to church every Sunday?

not anymore. i grew up in a religious family oop.

do you have a tan?

a bitch is pale

do you prefer Chinese food or pizza?

depends on my mood. i eat pizza a lot more often

do you drink your soda with a straw?

not usually

what color socks do you usually wear?

black, because that’s what the majority of them are

do you ever drive above the speed limit?

yeah

what terrifies you?

existence

look to your left, what do you see?

my messy room

what chore do you hate?

cleaning up other people’s dishes

what do you think of when you hear an australian accent?

g’day there, mate! wanna go put some shrimp on the barbie! (the most stereotypical australian phrase, im sorry, don’t kill me)

what’s your favorite soda?

... coca cola or pepsi.

do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive-thrus?

usually drive-thru

who’s the last person you talked to?

my sister

favorite cut of beef?

give me a fucking roast with grave and potatoes and popovers omg i’ll die. or a good burger omf

last song you listened to?

gotta be somebody by nickelback

last book you read?

the battle of the labyrinth by rick riordan (i’m rereading the pjo/hoo series)

favorite day of the week?

wednesday

can you say the alphabet backwards?

yepppp

how do you like your coffee?

double double, baby. or iced

favorite pair of shoes?

my red high top converse or my vans

the time you normally go to sleep?

nowadays, like 3-4am. when i had some semblance of a sleep schedule 12-1am

the time you normally get up?

nowadays, 1-2pm. when i had a schedule, 6am

what do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets?

sunsetsssss

how many blankets on your bed?

my duvet and then a fuzzy blanket incase i get cold

describe your kitchen plates

the ones that are supposed to be shatter-proof. they’re either white or white with a blue border.

do you have a favorite alcoholic beverage?

not really. i enjoy the occasional smirnoff ice or bottle of wine

do you play cards?

at family gatherings or when im bored

what color is your car?

when i drive it, red

can you change a tire?

nope. i should learn tho

favorite job you’ve ever had?

none

how did you get your biggest scar?

when i was about 11, i was on a mini-dirt bike and i tipped over and burned my leg up pretty badly. it’s mostly faded by now, there’s just less hair there lmao

what did you do today that made someone else happy?

uh... i hope talking to them makes them happy?

#tag game #more about me #i am super late with this

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lostinshawnsmemory · 5 years

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Figure You Out: Chapter 1 - Shawn x African OC

A/N: I’ve had the idea for this fic for a while but it wasn’t until @vnv21 mentioned in a post a few months ago that she wanted to see Shawn and an African OC that I knew that I had to write it being African myself. It took a while to get to this point and I wanted to thank everyone who helped.@rulerofnocountry who came up with the name, @bugheadfanatic, @sean-mendezzzzz, @shawnssnack and @justbeingoceana who read through it and threatened to unfriend me if I didn’t write it, as well as @shawnsvalentine, @thotmendes and @shawnase for showing interest in it, and @tisvanessa (tagging her again 😂) for designing the mood board. I hope you enjoy it and feedback is very much appreciated.

PS: Music plays a huge role in the story as well as the writing process. As the fic goes on there are going to be songs used that aren’t very familiar so at the end of each chapter, I’ll link the song(s).

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: The N-word is alluded to in a song title, but it’s censored.

MASTERLIST

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Fic Playlist

“T! Are you ready? We’re going to leave soon and you haven’t had anything to drink yet!” Tolani was still doing her makeup while her new housemates were in the common room pre-drinking. This was their first outing as a house and while she would have preferred to do something else, everyone wanted to go out, so she was putting the final touches on her makeup and spraying her hair with some braid sheen.

She looked in the mirror one final time before heading out of her room. Her gold highlighter paired with the gold shimmer on her lids made her skin glow. The addition of a dark matte lip made her look like an ethereal badass. While she never wore makeup that much, she had to admit that she looked damn good when she put in an effort.

“T!” she could hear one of her flatmates yell. Her name was Desire, the one person she’d spoken to the most, being the only other black girl in the dorm they’d formed a strong bond and it was nice to have someone that understood her at least a little bit.

‘Okay.’ she thought, ‘I can do this, I can go out there and socialise.’ As she walked down the corridor she could hear music in the kitchen, it sounded like an EDM track. ‘Not my choice of music, but it could be much worse.’ “Oh my gosh! You look stunning !” another one of her housemates named Nicole, exclaimed as she walked into the kitchen. Nicole was one of those girls that you misjudged when you first met her. She seemed obnoxious and stand-offish when they first met but Tolani later found out that Nicole was incredibly sweet. ‘A small girl with a big personality.’ “That outfit is perfect!” She was clearly a little tipsy, as Tolani was only wearing a black tank top, black skinny jeans under a black denim jacket and heeled boots. “We need to get you something to drink! What do you want? We have vodka, beer, tequila, gin and a whole lot of mixers.”

“Um, I-I’m not sure.” Tolani stuttered. While she knew what she liked and liked a drink every now and then, she didn’t want a situation where she found herself in an awkward position, given the fact that she didn’t know these people very well. Being in a dorm with 10 other people she didn’t know wasn’t her idea but that’s what university was all about, new experiences and while she was open to them, she wasn’t as open as everyone else seemed to be.

“I think I’ll just have a coke for now.”

“You sure?”

“Positive” Tolani replied with a tight smile.

Getting drunk after only being here a few days was not at the top of her list but she seemed to be the only one concerned about it. “You know, we don’t know much about you, other than the fact that your name isn’t actually T” Nicole turned to her. ‘Having people butcher my name isn’t fun’, she thought. Tolani hadn’t bothered telling people her full name seeing as Tolani Aderogba didn’t exactly roll off the tongue. All she’d told them was that it was a nickname when they asked her if her name was actually the letter T.

There seemed to be a friendly atmosphere, which was made friendlier by the large amounts of seemingly free-flowing alcohol. They’d moved in only in less than a week but she could already hear people drunkenly professing their love for each other. And while she knew they were all somewhat nervous to be in a confined space with people they didn’t know, she felt out of place. From what she could hear from snippets of conversation most people had grown up in and around Canada, there were people from Quebec, Vancouver and Toronto and from what she could tell, she was the only international student in her house and that made her feel like an outsider. ‘To be fair not everyone has moved in yet, maybe there will be more people like me.’

30 minutes of small talk and one rowdy uber ride later, they were in line to get into the club “Chin up you look miserable” Desire gently elbowed her in the ribs. “You definitely should have had something to drink.” “Well now I can be the designated sober friend” Tolani joked, Desire was the only person she would consider her friend at that moment. Hopefully, that would change. ‘Maybe I should loosen up and have a little fun.’ Tolani thought as they walked into the bar. ‘I can have something to drink, that doesn’t mean I’ll get drunk and lose control.’

The club wasn’t very crowded but it took a while to find a table large enough for all 6 of them.

Tolani ended up sandwiched between Desire and one of her other housemates Kyle. “So, T” he turned to her when they were seated with their drinks “Tell me about yourself, I feel like I’ve only seen you in passing and I’d like to get to know you.” He said as he shifted closer to hear her over the music. “Oh,” Tolani replied, taking a sip of her drink. Desire has ordered her a Smirnoff ice, not her drink of choice. “To start you off easy” she joked.

“Well as you know my name is T, well not really but that’s what everyone calls me.”

“You’re not Canadian, are you? Where are you from?” He interjected. ‘Wow. He’s enthusiastic.’ She thought

“I’m actually from-”

“Wait let me guess you’re from Africa. I say that cause your accent is different”

At that point, Tolani was prepared to shut down the conversation.

“I am from Africa.” She said with thinly veiled irritation. “But there are 54 countries. I’m actually from-”

“Have you seen a lion before?”

‘Oh for fuck's sake. I’m not drunk enough for this.’ “Before I answer your question, I need another drink.” she turned and looked at Desire hoping my her eyes signalled that she needed to leave. Luckily her friend got the message.

“What was that all about?” Desire shouted in an attempt to talk over the blaring music as they walked towards the bar. “He asked me if I’ve seen a lion.” Tolani scoffed with an eye roll. Desire couldn’t help but laugh. “Maybe he’s nervous when he talks to pretty girls.” She winked. “Haha very funny. Either way, it would be nice to have a word in.”

“What would you like?” The bartender asked. “Can I get a double Hennessy and Coke please?” She responded politely.

“Straight for the Henny I see?”

“Well, if I’m going to listen to Kyle ask me if I’ve seen lions I might as well drink something really strong.”

By the time they were seated, Kyle was deep in conversation with Nicole about their childhoods growing up in Mississauga, while Desire was flirting with a guy who had walked up to the table. Feeling a little awkward Tolani started humming, along to the songs the DJ was playing. As soon as he changed songs she couldn’t help but smile and she started absentmindedly rapping along to ‘Good Life by Kanye West, one of her favourite songs. There was something about Kanye West telling you to throw your hands up in the sky that made her feel free.

“And she got the goods

and she got that ass I got to look, sorry.

Yo, it’s got to be, cause I’m seasoned, haters gimme them salty looks, lawrys.

50 told me go ‘head, switch the style up.

And if they hate, let ‘em hate and watch be money pile up.”

One by one, everyone at the table turned to her as she rapped along and vibed to the song flawlessly. Soon enough everyone joined in encouraging her. ‘This is what I needed.’ Tolani thought to herself as she continued singing, getting louder with each line.”I go for mine, I got to shine. Now throw your hands up in the sky.”

When the song ended, Desire leaned close “We’ve got to get you on the dance floor.” Desire chanted in her ear. Usually, Tolani would decline bu the alcohol combined with the excitement had her smiling and turning to Nicole. “Wanna dance?”

“Of course!” She nodded enthusiastically.

The three girls made their way to the dancefloor where the DJ was playing Juice by Lizzo, the definition of a feel-good pop anthem. After that, the DJ played some dancey in EDM tracks and while Tolani would usually roll her eyes at songs like this, she was tipsy enough that she could enjoy them.

Soon she heard the familiar synth beat of a song that made her yell in excitement. Ni**as in Paris was a song that never failed to get her excited, whether she was at home reading a book or in a club, her reaction was always the same. She knew all the lyrics and she made sure her friends knew it.

“She said, “‘Ye, can we get married at the mall?”

I said, “Look, you need to crawl 'fore you ball

Come and meet me in the bathroom stall

And show me why you deserve to have it all!” Everyone at the club was screaming the lyrics and Tolani could have sworn the floor was vibrating with the force of everyone jumping.

By the time the song ended, the 3 girls needed a break. “How about we get drinks.” Tolani proposed. As Nicole turned to answer her face morphed into an expression of shock. Soon after Desire’s face had the same expression. It took her a few seconds to realise that they weren’t looking at her but at something behind her. Before she could turn around she felt someone lightly tap her on the shoulder. Tolani proceeded to turn around and answer the person who had tapped her.

The first thing she noticed was his height. He was incredibly tall, easily 6 foot tall. Even though she wasn’t short at 5 foot 7, he still towered over her. As she tilted her head slightly to look at him the next thing she noticed were his eyes. While she couldn’t tell what colour they were, but even in the dim lighting, they seemed to sparkle. He was smiling down at her, his curls falling onto his face. That face, she could have sworn she’d seen him before but she couldn’t put her finger on it. One thing she couldn’t deny was that he was good looking.

“Hi.” His voice was light and silvery. It had an almost musical quality. She didn’t really think you could find people’s voices attractive but here she was.

“Umm hi there,” Tolani replied cautiously. She didn’t have a lot of experience with guys coming up to her and didn’t really know how to react.

“Feel free to tell me to leave, but what are you drinking? Can I get your next round?”

Before she could consider her answer her friends already answered with a resounding “Yes she does!” in perfect unison. Tolani whirled to look at them. A look of complete bewilderment on her face. She was surprised that her friends were so enthusiastic about this particular guy buying her a drink. She was definitely missing something.

“Umm… yeah, I guess you can?”

“You don’t sound sure. It’s okay if you feel a little uncomfortable. I can go.” he smiled politely.

“No, it’s fine.” She answered. “I just need to talk to my friends real quick.”

“I’ll wait at the bar.”

When she turned around her friends were looking around expectantly. “What?” She asked defensively. “You don’t know who that is, do you?” Nicole asked, a shocked look on her face.

“I’ll admit he looks really familiar but I’m not sure where I’ve seen him before.”

“That’s Shawn Mendes. He’s an incredibly famous singer. How do you not know who that is?”

“It’s probably because he isn’t very popular back home.”

“Oh yeah!” Desire exclaimed. “I forgot that you’re not from here.” While she meant well, phrases like that stung. It’s made her feel less than, like she didn’t belong here. And seeing as she didn’t know Desire and Nicole that well, she wasn’t sure how they really felt about her.

“What are some of his songs?”

“Where do I start?” Nicole rambled excitedly. “In my Blood, There’s Nothing Holding Me Back, Lost in Japan, Stitches-”

“He sang Stitches? I love that song.”

“Yeah him! Now go to the bar and go talk to him.”

SHAWN’S POV

Shawn saw being home from tour as a godsend. While he loved playing sold out arenas around the world, he also loved that he was able to relax and spend time with family and friends and be something that resembled “normal”. Hanging out with friends usually meant going for drinks and this night was no different.

Getting into the club was easy. Being a celebrity had its perks after all. Soon enough they were all seated and had ordered their drinks. When they all got together, it was like they never left. Trading stories about life, tour, girls. Anything and everything.

During a rare lull in the conversation, Shawn found himself scrolling through messages on his phone when his head snapped up as he recognised the song that the DJ was playing.

His love for Kanye was well documented. He’d said multiple times in multiple interviews that he listened to Kanye more than most artists. So hearing one of his favourite songs off his favourite Kanye album elevated his mood further.

He looked up and noticed that he wasn’t the only one enjoying the song. Across the room, he saw a girl rapping along to all the words and while he couldn’t hear her, he could see that she knew all the lyrics and was having a great time.

She had dark skin, the colour of umber and as cliché, as it sounded, she seemed to glow. Her braids moved as she swayed from side to side a huge smile on her face. Everyone around her watching and eventually joining in and soon enough the entire group singing along to the chorus.

As cliché as it sounded, he couldn’t stop watching her either. He wanted to go up to her but decided that it probably wasn’t in their best interest. When he was pictured talking to girls they fell subject to scrutiny from all angles. Mostly from his fans and it could get rough.

25 minutes later that all changed. Even though he was here to spend time with his friends, his eyes kept wandering to the other side of the club where she was one the dance floor with 2 of her friends. She moved with the ease and comfort of someone who danced frequently, perfectly on beat to every single song regardless of the genre. She clearly loved Kanye as evidenced by the way she way jumping around to Ni**as in Paris. While most people looked drunk and uncoordinated repeating lyrics they shouldn’t be, she looked like she was in her own world, completely lost in the song.

“Shawn… Shawn!” The voice of his best friend Brian drawing him back to the conversation.

“Yup” he answered absentmindedly. “Dude, just go talk to her. You’ve been looking in her direction all night man.”

“Is it that obvious?” he asked sheepishly.

“Yes. Now stop stalling.” And with that, he got up and walked towards her.

By the time he got to her, the song had just ended and she had her back to him. He heard her ask her friends if they wanted to get a drink. He also noticed her friends eyes widen in shock when they noticed that he was standing here, but she was completely oblivious till he tapped her on her shoulder.

He finally managed to get a good look at her when she turned around. The first thing he noticed was her eyes. She had eyes that were clearly very expressive albeit clouded by confusion. He face was framed by black braid that hung down to her waist. While he couldn’t make out more of her facial features he couldn’t help but stare at her lips for a few seconds, he wouldn’t immediately describe someone’s lips as kissable but that was all that came to mind. Her lips were full in a way that could only be natural and they were currently pouted as she looked at him.

“Hi.”

“Umm hi there.” Her voice was husky and he noticed she spoke with a slight accent but he couldn’t place it.

“Feel free to tell me to leave but I was wondering if you wanted to grab a drink?” While he wouldn’t have been surprised if she said no, he was hoping she would say yes.

While she looked a little uncertain, her friends were the opposite, answering for her. “Yes, she does!”

“Umm… yeah, I guess you can?”

“You don’t sound sure. It’s okay if you feel a little uncomfortable. I can go.”

“No, it’s fine. I just need to talk to my friends real quick.”

“I’ll wait at the bar.”

As he walked towards the bar, he couldn’t help but smile. It only took a few minutes but she joined him at the bar.

“Hello again.”

“Hi. What would you like?” He asked trying to sound as calm as possible.

”I’d like to say surprise me but I’m not that confident in your ability to choose drinks” she said with a smirk. And that was when he noticed the dimples in her cheeks. “so I’ll go with a Hennessy and Coke please.”

Shawn ordered a Hennessy and coke for her and a reposado for himself. After the bartender placed both drinks in front of them, he took a sip of his and turned to her.

“So you like Kanye?”

“How’d you know?”

“I saw you when you were dancing to Kanye with your friends earlier.”

“Ahh! Well to answer your question, yes I like Kanye.”

The two talked about their favourite Kanye albums. Shawn telling her that his is Graduation. She told him that hers is My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy. Then the conversation morphed into a debate over which was better, both fiercely defending tier choices with much laughter.

“So I know you like Kanye a lot, but I don’t even know your name.”

“That’s because I haven’t given it to you.” She tilted her head to the side, almost as if she were sizing him up. “My name is T.”

His thoughts stopped dead in their tracks. ‘Her name is Tea? As in T-E-A?’ He thought before it dawned on him ‘No you idiot, she means the letter T.’

“T. As in the letter T?” He asked confusion lacing his words. “Does it stand for something?”

“It does stand for something but I haven’t decided if I’m going to tell you what it means yet.” She said smugly.

“Can I guess?”

“I can guarantee you won’t guess.”

Shawn then began listing every name he could think of that started with T.

“Tiffany”

“Nope”

“Theresa”

“No” she shook her head, braids swaying with the motion.

“Tyra”

“Not even close” she scoffed.

“What about Tiana?”

She chuckled and muttered something under her breath that he couldn’t make out. “I told you, you can’t guess.”

“Will you ever tell me what it stands for?”

“Okay,” she rolled her eyes playfully. “It’s…” she leaned close whispering in his ear “Tolani”

“Tow-lah-ni” he repeated.

She couldn’t keep in the laugh that exploded from her and had her banging on the table. He noticed that her dimples became even more prominent when she laughed. ‘Something to note’ he thought.

“Close enough.”

“It’s a beautiful name but I’m guessing that my pronunciation is off?”

“Way off, but I’ll forgive it. So now you know my name, but I don’t know yours.” She said with a raised eyebrow.

“Something tells me you do.” He replied.

“I do, but I want you to tell me.”

“My name is Shawn.”

“Shawn Mendes.”

“I’m assuming your friends told you?”

“They did. I probably should have known huh?”

“Not necessarily. It’s nice to talk to someone who isn’t completely starstruck even though I don’t mind that.”

“Ah, the pop star that wants to be normal.”

“Something like that.” He shrugged.

The conversation lulled, they both took a sip of their respective drinks.

Before he was able to something she looked behind him and started to leave. “My friends are signalling. I think they’re ready to go.”

“Wait.” He grabbed her arm before she left. “Can I at least get your Instagram or something?”

She hesitated for a second, before asking the bartender for a pen. She scribbled something on the bar napkin and handed it to him. ‘@tolani.a’

“It was really nice to meet you, Shawn.” She said before turning to meet her friends.

Before Shawn left the bar he opened the Instagram app on his phone and searched for her, his thumb hovering over the follow button before tapping it. Then he locked his phone and placed it in his pocket.

#shawn mendes #shawn peter raul mendes #shawn mendes fan fic #shawn mendes fic #shawn mendes fanfiction #shawn mendes x poc #shawn mendes fanfic #shawn mendes fan fiction #my writing

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I was tagged by @breeding-0n-insanity { thank you! }

50 Things You’ve Never Been Asked…. Let’s lighten the mood & have some fun! I always enjoy reading these and seeing a quick glimpse into my friend’s lives.

1. What is the color of your hairbrush? Black

2. Name a food that you never eat. Squid or octopus - I have a weird phobia where I think the tentacles are going to grip in my throat and i’ll choke and die.

3. Are you typically too warm or too cold? I’m very much hot blooded.

4. What is your favorite candy bar? Lindt Chocolate, usually the chocolate balls that when you bite into it, it explodes with gooey chocolate inside - Ugh amazing.

5. What where you doing 45 minutes ago? Making GIFs, Listening to a podcast.

6. Have you ever been to a professional sports game? I’ve been to a football match (AFL)

7. Favorite flavor of ice cream? Cookies ‘n’ Cream or Salted Camel

8. Last thing you had to drink? Coke

9. Do you like your wallet? Eh, I don’t usually use it unless I get loose change, I usually have all my important cards on my phone.

10. The last thing you ate? Mint Chocolate biscuit.

11. Did you buy any new clothes last weekend? I had a look online but no.

12. Last sporting event you watched? Wrestlemania 36

13. What’s your favorite flavor of popcorn? Salty Popcorn (god my mind went somewhere else) Or just normal popcorn with Maltesers.

14. Last thing you said out loud? “Fucking fuck” (I hit my cold foot against my subwoofer.)

15. Last person you messaged? Online? Group chat. Text? My mum.

16. Ever been camping? Absolutely

17. Do you take vitamins? I should but no

18. Do you go to church every Sunday? And burst into flames when I walk in?

19. Do you have a tan? Look at the colour white and i’m paler than that.

20. Do prefer Chinese food over pizza? Oooo love both but will always go pizza.

21. Do you drink soda with a straw? If it has alcohol in it sure.

22. What color socks do you usually wear? Pink and grey

23. Do you ever drive above the speed limit? Heh, I try not to.

24. What terrifies you? Death slightly, the ocean.

25. Look to your left, what do you see? My Bed and all the framed photos I have around my bed.

26. What chore do you hate the most? Dishes

27. What do you think of when you hear an Australian accent? Bogan (Having an Australia accent myself it’s all I can hear)

28. What is your favorite soda? Coke.

29. Do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive in? I love going in but it’s usually drive through.

30. What is your favorite number? 10.

31. Who is the last person you talked to? My Brother

32. Favorite cut of beef? Uhhhh cooked beef?

33. Last song you listened to? Last Caress by Misfits

34. Last book you read? Living like a Runaway by Lita Ford

35. Favorite day of the week? Friday

36. Can you say the alphabet back words? Hell no.

37. How do you like your coffee? With Ice cream and whip cream.

38. Favorite pair of shoes? That would be either my steel cap boots or my velvet red boots.

39. Time you usually get up? If I’m working - 7am, Currently? 10am.

40. What do you prefer? Sunsets or sunrise? Sunsets.

41. How many blankets on your bed? Just 1

42. Describe your kitchen plates? We have white ones, brown ones, see through ones, big bowls, little bowls and a paw patrol plate for my niece.

43. Describe your kitchen at the moment? Need to do the dishes.

44. Do you have a favorite alcoholic drink? Double black Smirnoff, I can drink about 6 of them before I’m fully fucked up.

45. Do you play cards? When I’m with friends.

46. What color is your car? White

47. Can you change a tire? Ha! No.

48. Your favorite state? Oo SA cause I love Adelaide.

49. Favorite job you’ve had? Railwork, got to spend 8 hours a day with tradies (A girl isn’t complaining)

50. How did you get your biggest scar? Wrestling with my dog

I tag @the-mighty-het-speaks, @ridethecyanide, @welcometothegreenparade, @fadetoblk, @xx-metallica-xx and whomever else!

#tag post #long post #text #personalish

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cracked-roleplay · 5 years

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ABOUT ME

Tagged by: @maggiestein Tagging: Steal it if you want it, sweethearts.

IN GENERAL:

REAL NAME: Rayne / Ray.

NICKNAMES: Raynedrop / Raynebow / Bat / Raynebo & Rayne-beau / Rat / 'King’ / R / Snow / Alec / etc.

SEXUALITY: Bisexual.

PRONOUNS: He / Him.

ARE YOU A MORNING PERSON?: Hell no.

WHEN SWIMMING, DO YOU PREFER TO DO IT IN THE OCEAN, OR IN A LAKE?: Lake - the ocean scares me. Then again, I.. can’t swim anyways.

ON TUMBLR:

ANYONE YOU WOULD LIKE TO MEET IN REAL LIFE?: So many of the darlings I’ve met on here, I would meet up with IRL in a heartbeat tbh. Seriously if we’re friends / have talked outside of RP? I’m probably down to meet you someday.

ANYONE YOU HAVE MET IN REAL LIFE?: My partner, @theabandonedones - and in the same trips, @lukeriolc and @kotafrost.

WHEN DID YOU FIRST JOIN?: 2013, under an abandoned RP blog.

YOUR CURRENT ACCOUNT?: 2015!

ANY PEEVES?

Disrespect as a concept. If you aren’t respectful, I’m not going to waste my time in your presence - bottom line. Be nice to me, I’ll be nice to you. Know your place, and stay in your lane.

Double-small text. I cannot read that and tbh, I don’t know who can. Super small icons, are under the same category of annoyances - I can’t see what’s going on in those, so what’s the point of you even using them??

UNPOPULAR OPINION: Cancelled culture is fucking stupid.

FEELINGS:

DO YOU EASILY GET JEALOUS?: If we’re being honest, I do have a bit of a jealous streak - and if that’s ever been relevant to you, you probably know that. However, I like to think that I handle jealousy fairly well. Communicate with those involved, when it’s for a reason, and when it’s not? Rationalize yourself through it, realize you’re being ridiculous, and move on. And I contribute being polyamorous, to handling jealously pretty well; it’s a normal human emotion, but it shouldn’t effect your relationships in a negative light, and so on n’ so forth.

DO YOU EASILY GET ANGRY?: Again, for the sake of honesty? I have a temper, and I’m well aware of that. However, I make an active effort to not let that effect things; it may be apparent that I’m annoyed, but actual anger is something that I’m careful about how is shown.

ARE YOU EASY TO CHEER UP?: With normal upsets? I’m usually not that hard to cheer up. The little things make all the difference, and if you know those, you’ve got a pretty good ‘chance’ at cheering me up. That being said? Depression, anxiety, trauma, etc, mean that this isn’t always the case - and those upsets are rather hard to “fix” for obvious reasons.

ARE YOU GOOD AT HIDING YOUR EMOTIONS?: It genuinely depends who you are to me, and that isn’t to say “it depends how close we are” - because it doesn’t. My family, even those I’m rather close to? I can hide most things from, and frequently do. Strangers? Probably aren’t ever going to know much of my emotions, unless I wanted them to. Friends? Well, it depends which friend you are - whether we talk like that, how safe I feel with you, etc. It’s very subjective, honestly, and there are some people that I can’t hide my emotions from well at all. But most people, I’m fairly good at it.

WHAT’S THE VERY BEST WAY TO CHEER YOU UP?: Spam me with songs appropriate to why I’m upset, or music recs in general tbh. Bring me coffee, or tell me to go get some if you’re not here. Offer to talk to me verbally, about happier things.

RELATIONSHIPS:

ARE YOU CURRENTLY IN A RELATIONSHIP?: Yep! I’ve been with my current partner for over two years now.

DO YOU CURRENTLY HAVE A CRUSH ON SOMEONE: Unless my partner counts? Nope.

IF YES, MIGHT THAT SOMEONE BE READING THIS?: If they count, then yeah - they’re tagged on the post lol.

DO YOU KISS ON THE FIRST DATE?: Depends on how well the date went, and how generally safe I feel with said-person. If the date itself went well, and it’s someone that I know / trust already? If they’re interested, then probably. If I didn’t know you prior to this date? It’s likely not happening. I’m a big fan of physical affection, but I also have some pretty strict boundaries until there’s trust.

DO YOU PREFER GOING OUT, OR STAYING HOME, WHEN IT COMES TO DATES?: I generally prefer stay-home dates, due to how anxious I get in public, but I do enjoy going out from time to time. That being said? Nearly anything can be a date with me, if we’re together / etc. Watching youtube together in your room? That’s a date. Eating fast food in the car while we chat? That’s a date. Watching a movie over a Skype call? That’s a date. Get my point? Cool.

THINGS:

FAVORITE DRINK: Coffee, Earl Grey tea, the white Monster Energy drinks. // Red wine, honey-centric whiskey, Red’s Apple Ale, Seagrams & Smirnoff Ice’s & similar things to that. And a soft-spot for Bud Light tbh.

FAVORITE FOOD: Fried rice. Pizza with pepperoni, mushrooms, and black olives. Either of those.

#tag games #about the mun #// Thanks for the tag sweetie!!

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🎶 Robots can’t drink but I know that I canEven on a double dose of ZicamDitch that riffraffAntibodies, opiates, and arms tradedLike my veins were taipanThis the part of the night where I black outTwo sheets to the wind, need a snack nowNo sheets, no wawa. Only ROFO in this townStop playing, Jerry StackhouseI got my vices, they got their icesAnd they booby trapped – all the nice shitSo take a knee man – and drink a SmirnoffIt’s not my cup of tea – so I veer offI’m on my way now, vision quest styleHeadphones, and my battery has full pow(er)Fuck a cab, ‘cause the music drives meSober ride time, ‘cause my mind got high beamedThe Gatorade soothes me, but I’m choosyOriginal colors, ‘cause the others never wooed meNo problem, I’m on that fruit punchCan’t bully me, I never lose lunchIn other words I rarely vomit(The) frequency is that of the Halley CometUnless I’m on the mic: then it’s fairly commonIpecac to the stomach like I’m purging Ramen 🎶

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raynebowrayne · 6 years

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New project I'm toying with. Whacha think, folks?

I'm tagging this with Reylo tags because that's the main focus of my blog and people there read my Ao3 Reylo Fanfic.

Here is an original story I'm working on.

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He's like a male Molly Ringwald.

That was my first impression of Ben Johnson when he completed his first season on my favorite television show. In his rookie year as a celebrity his character had come on the show as the slightly odd and geeky but still charming and rather attractive in an unusual way that you could spend hours pondering without ever being able to explain the how or why of.

The next year he finished the season by winning the heart of the beautiful Esmeralda Crain, the central "beautiful young focal character" of the ensemble driven primetime drama that I watch with an almost religious fervor.

The show, "Finding Me" is an hour every week from June to September of pure unadulterated drama about a dozen just out of college, young people finding their way in the world. It's shot like a 'reality' show, but it's fully scripted and jam packed with amazingly talented actors and actresses. I can't get enough of it.

By season three I was blogging about it on three different social media websites, spending every second of my free time obsessing over the show. In truth, I spent my unfree time obsessing quietly while I check bags and wave a metal detector wand around people at my local airport.

Season 7 has just wrapped up and somewhere along the way, I fell head over heels for the character Miles Adams. I tuned in every week after season three just to see Miles. The other 10 people on the show were great, but Miles and Esmeralda stole the show in season three… and for me, in my obsessive frenzy, they became the pair I loved the absolute most. They were perfect together.

The actors who played them - Ben Johnson and Emmy Star (no, that's really her birth name, I googled her) were superb. By season 4 they were each making four times more money per episode than anyone else in the cast.

Of course, when they flew to vegas during the season four finale and got married during the airing of Miles and Esmeralda's own vegas elopement the internet exploded with the impact of an atom bomb.

Some people were flat out convinced that it had been a sham, a publicity stunt, a way to make the show more money so that it could afford Season five's pay raises for the entire cast, including doubling Ben and Emmy's already impressive salaries.

I never believed that. No way. Ben and Emmy, or Bemmy as I call them, have waaaay too much chemistry onscreen and off to be faking it. No, the show making more money was a natural consequence of having the most talented young cast ever assembled in one show. Period. End of discussion. Fin. I will not hear another word about it.

Of course, in every fandom you find trolls… With six couples, a lot of cross-relationship sexual tension, and a highly diverse cast season seven Finding Me's social media following is a breeding ground for fandom trolls. We real fans call them "antis." They whine endlessly about the show but for some reason wont just stop watching it. I do not get those people. They annoy me.

So here I am, in my cheap polyester uniform with my shiney little badge and clunky black patton leather steal toed boots, daydreaming about Miles' gorgeous, fiery, brown-eyed smoulder while I wave through a pretty blond that towered over me by a good six inches.

Mile's eyes have the most intense quality about them. He can literally boil freezing water with a single stare. I'm not sure at exactly what point he went from "geeky" to "omfg I totally would trade my soul for just one night with him" but I think it might have been the season two smouldering hot ten second stare down while stalking toward Esmeralda with pure unfiltered, unbridaled lust rippling off of him like heat waves off desert sand. Yeah, I'm pretty sure that was the moment.

Just the thought of that moment is enough to make me blush as I blink away the image. I glance up at the guy who'd just set off the metal detector as I pass the wand across his chest. I freeze. My brain crashes against my skull and I stand there gaping like a fish out of water as Miles Adams stares back at me in annoyance.

I blink.

No, not Miles Adams.

Ben Johnson.

Ben "omfg" Johnson is scowling at me. In the flesh. At MY airport! In Real Life!

I watched in fascination as the annoyed look melted off his face and alarm flashed ahead of concern that gave way to amusement and finally turned to exasperation.

"Breathe." He rolled his eyes and said, half mockingly - half coaxingly with a slight grin on his lips.

In Dolby Digital his voice caresses you like tattered silk, in real life, it's more like a cat's tongue.

His eyes widen and he half reaches for me. "No, really, you need to breathe."

Oh, god. His voice... is talking to me!

"Shit!" He hissed as his face, that incredibly expressive face of his, swam before my eyes.

I blinked and found myself looking up into his frowning face.

"Dear god, not again." Came an annoyed female voice. "They're never going to stop doing that if you keep catching them."

Ben turned a quick scowl toward someone above my head then looked back and asked me, "Are you alright?"

That's when three things hit me at once.

One, I'm cradled in his arms, across his lap as he squats down in front of the metal detectors.

Two, his eyes are prismatic, a totally different shade, ranging from black to amber-yellow depending on how the light hits them.

Three, I'm making a total ass of myself by continuing to stare at him - dumbstruck and drooling.

Reality set in with the suddenness and force of a high speed mid-air collision.

I apologized profusely as I fought my way through 10 tons of humiliation and panic to get to my feet. My mortification could not have been more complete… until I chanced a glance upward and spotted a trickle of blood oozing down his chin.

I have never wanted to cry so badly in my life.

Without another word I took off at a dead run for the nearest ladies room where I immediately screamed "Fuck!" at the top of my lungs. That didn't help much so I did it a few more times before I began ugly-crying my eyes out.

It took me a good hour to get control of myself enough to clock out amidst pitying glances and some snickering from my fellow security guards. I kept my eyes straight ahead as I walked briskly out to my car.

I'd been at Bluegrass for five years. I'd seen celebrities before. Admittedly, not many… but some! Johnny Depp once came through my line! I was calm, cool and professional. No sweat. Under no circumstances have I ever lost my shit over anything or anyone like I did with Ben Johnson. Not even close.

I called in and talked my supervisor into arranging two weeks worth of my accrued vacation for the immediate future. It was too easy. He had obviously been appraised of my blunder.

I hung up and cried myself to sleep at four o'clock in the afternoon.

The next two weeks were more of the same. Log in to check my blogs, weep as soon as I see a picture of him, log out and cry myself to sleep. Wake up, go pee, see myself in the mirror and burst into tears. Pull a burrito out of the microwave, set it on a paper plate, burst into tears.

About midway through the second week I got rip roaring drunk... at home… alone… with a half gallon tub of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream and a half gallon bottle of Smirnoff.

It tasted terrible when it made an encore appearance later on.

As I lay there next to the toilet, in the fetal position, my hair wet from both sweat and vomit, I pondered my life and it's recent trials and tribulations.

The most comforting thought came to me as the room spun like a drunken tilt-a-whirl. It doesn't actually matter what happened when Ben Johnson unexpectedly jumped out of my fantacy and into my reality… I'd never see him again.

Another highly comforting thought was that my co-workers will surely have moved back to their favorite gossip topic, Shirleen Dabney's love life, and forgotten all about me fainting and then splitting the lip of my favorite celebrity by now. Surely. It's not like they're blogging about it. Shirleen's love life is way more interesting than lil ole me.

Shirleen is a tall, leggy, redhead with surgically enhanced ta tas and an ass like a fetishist porn star. She's been picked up and dropped off to work by twelve different men in the three months she's been at Bluegrass. Twelve! Different! Men! That works out to one a week. The security room is abuzz with gossip about her every second that she's not in it… and dead silent when she is.

With two more Shir-boys to gossip about, no doubt my little incedent with a t.v. star is long forgotten.

#reylo fam #tracy adkins #reylo shippers #reylo fandom #fanfic

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sweet-xoxo-thatcares · 3 years

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It's official....I'm lactose intolerant.

After these past few years trying not to go over the limit 🙃 I guess my stomach finally had enough.

And got sick from me eating too much cereal to replace my childhood comfort whenever I felt like shit and needed a hug....or cuddle after masturbation...

Sigh....this sucks. Now my honeycombs, pops, trix, and all my fruity, sweet, unhealthy friends won't taste the same anymore 😕

Soy milk and almond milk only really tastes the best with healthier cereals like brann flakes, ommggg brann.....I'm so used to her last name I typed it brann, instead of bran.

Almond with Almond crunch or honey bunches of oats, or honey nut cheerios.

Soy milk actually did taste great with Strawberry Kellogs Flakes. I introduced them to grandma when I was staying with her and she said liked it and that it didn't hurt her stomach.

I guess we do have something else in common now. My celibacy from milk. No wonder she kept drinking that watered down milk and furina. The calcium powder stuff. I had a cat by that name. I thought it cute. It was like the word ballerina, mixed with her white soft fur, and her striped. Her eyes were either grayish blue in the light, and red if you saw her in the dark under the moonlight. She chased me around the living room the first time mom brought her home. I was always scared of new things and expected her to just stay right there so I could pet her and look at her. I didn't expect her to move and try to get so close to my face, which I feared her trying to scratch me, so I ran 😅 Furina so silly.

Does that mean I can't eat pizza anymore? I love pizza too 😋🥲 it helps me when I crave pizza whenever I think about you know who...

My pride gets in the way.

I finally sucked it up and ignore Jay's voice telling me that to stop stepping over my boundaries....cause Jay always wouldn't let me like the same stuff as them when they were angry or sexually frustrated at me for being a jerk, just because I wanted an actual relationship with another person, because Jay didn't wanna date me and respect me.

That's why I felt like I was doing something bad just because I was listening to country music or watching their favorite movies or shows 🤔 its like whatever was Jay's was there's and I could only watch whatever they didn't really care about or like as much as I already did. They didn't want me to know them behind the mask, so maybe that's why they didn't want me to like something that they liked. Because they thought they owned it.

And everytime I would try to listen to a song or a show, like today, that i knew they liked. Doctor Who Episode 1, season 1. I kept hearing Jay say "get off of me", "that's not yours", "you're only watching it because I like it", "why are you here", and "why don't you just go away." "You're overstepping boundaries."

And the smell of Ayunna's sugar cookies and Black Forest gummies...Jay's pizza rolls, pop, beer, Smirnoff White Ice, pop tarts, gushers kicks in.

Why did everything they like had to be there's? And why was I kept so separated from them even before and after, and I didn't see it was so organized....the isolation. They made fun of my differences, controlled and criticized everything they thought I needed to get rid of: the food I shared, the music I shared, the new hairstyle I tried....they suggested I should get an undercut and they were the only person to never compliment me after I worked so hard to make it and everywhere else I went everyone liked my blue green twists. Jay never said anything nice. Just things to change or make it better in the way they saw it...

clothes, they thought I could do better even when we weren't going anywhere special. The only time I got a compliment was when I was wearing a crop top and they said they could see my bra. That's the reason they liked it. Objectifying me for my legs whenever I wore shorts.

shoes.....ehhh. nothing.

persistently talked about how weird and different I was because I was just so different. They just didn't understand how hurt I was to be invited over to watch something or eat something with then and I got comments and criticism...as if I was so unwelcomed...even though you were the one that even asked me to get dressed, put on makeup for you and to come over your apartment whenever you felt like it. You would even say mean, rude, disrespectful shit like "this is why I don't ask you to come over" "can't take yo ass nowhere" "I'm not inviting you over anymore" and "why are you calling me"

You sound just like Darius. The other bully I had to get rid of for telling me "I hope you and your family choke on dirty brown water." After he heard about the flint water crisis and I told him Steve harvey had got us on the show to film an episode about it.

He was a hater, just like you. Pushed me away and kept coming back just like you. On and off, on and off, on and off, on and off.

You were the worst piece of shit to ever call a friend, Jay. You hit every wound I ever had in the book, and some I told you about and then threw me under the bus after you kept hitting those same wounds over and over again like you didn't care, on purpose. Because you wanted to have your way with me, control me, humiliate me, punish me, just like your words, your blocks on phone calls, social media, and everytime I tried to talk to you afterwards. You've bruised me worse than Darius and every other thing that rejected me, abandoned and emotionally neglected me.

And everyday I have to fight myself back and live with it, the pain of everything that reminds me of us, you, and her. And I'm sick of it.

I'm tired of feeling stings in my side, my heart, betrayal in my back. The knife in my chest still stings. And you have no idea what it feels like, nor do you care. Fuck off. Fuck you. I'm watching Doctor Who, Willoughbys, and that post office Klaus movie, because you don't control me anymore.

You're just the image of everything that was, and what is no more. You're not welcome here. Just as you made me feel before. You were the 1st and the last to ever get this close to me. You're eliminated. You are a irrelevant, unstable, and a pain in my ass.

I was never rude to you unless I left, or if you started to piss me off to the highest tolerance. And I tolerated so much shit from you. I was so patient waiting for you to unblock me and talk to me each and every semester you have a fucking, baby tempur tantrum about me not not doing something you wanted me to do. I'm not your fucking dog, I'm not your fucking child, I'm not your overweight fuck buddy that you can just fetishize and use because you have a milf titty addiction. Fuck you insecure bitch, wanna be a manwhore but have double standards for women like a straight up misogynist.

WELL NEWSFLASH BITCH YOU STILL ARE A GIRL, YOU WAS BORN A GIRL, AND NOBODY CAN UNSEE IT UNTIL YOU STOP TREATING PEOPLE LIKE A CHILDISH ANGELICA FROM RUGRATS. CONTROLLING AND PISSING OFF PEOPLE FOR YOUR PLEASURE MANHO.

KISS MY ASS AND IDGAF IF YOU CHANGE YOUR NAME, GROW A DEEPER VOICE, AND GROW A DICK. YOU WILL NEVER HAVE AS MUCH BALLS AS ME. CAUSE IM PROBABLY THE 1ST PERSON TO EVER CALL YO DUMBASS OUT. LEARN HOW TO BE A MAN THAT RESPECTS WOMEN AND DOESN'T ACT LIKE A JEALOUS BITCH JUST BECAUSE SOMEONE IS NEW AND DIFFERENT TO YOU. UNTIL YOU LEARN EMPATHY, HOW TO LISTEN, HOW TO EVEN REMEMBER, HOW TO BREATHE, AND HOW TO BE A TRUE, HONEST, CONSIDERATE, MORAL, RESPONSIBLE LEADER, LIKE MY FATHER. THEN I'LL SEE YOU AS A MAN.

TILL THEN, YOU A BITCH AND YOU'LL ALWAYS BE. THAT GOES FOR ANY MAN, TRANS OR NOT.

IF YOU TREAT WOMEN LIKE THIS MITCH DOES, YALL ALLLLL BITCHES TOO. YO MOMMA AND YO DADDY TOO FOR NOT TEACHING YOU RIGHT FROM WRONG. YOU DONT PUT FEAR AND DISRESPECT, ANGER AND CONTROL, TO EARN ANYONE'S RESPECT. RESPECT IS LEARNED. RESPECT IS EARNED.

THATS WHY YOU AND HER DONT EVEN HAVE TRUE FRIENDS. THE ONLY PEOPLE YOU THINK YOU NEED TO RESPECT IS JUST YALL 2, AND FUCK EVERYBODY ELSE. IF THATS HOW YALL FEEL.

THEN YOULL ALWAYS BE ALONE. YOU STUPID, IGNORANT ASS, DUMB BITCH. FUCK YOU TWO DRY ASS, BASIC ASS BECKY, HOES. HOPE YOUR NECKS HURT FROM TALKING SO MUCH SHIT, YOU SOUND LIKE A DOG CHOKING ON YOUR ON YOUR PLASTIC DICKS.

YOU FUCKIN DILDO.

#I'm pissed beyond words

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Smirnoff

Smirnoff (/ˈsmɪərnɒf/; Russian: [smʲɪrˈnof]) is a brand of vodka owned and produced by the British company Diageo. The Smirnoff brand began with a vodka distillery founded in Moscow by Pyotr Arsenievich Smirnov (1831–1898).[1] It is now distributed in 130 countries[citation needed] and produced in several countries including Argentina, Albania, Brazil, Honduras, India,[2] Ireland, Italy, Latvia, Mongolia, the Philippines, the United Kingdom and the United States[citation needed]. Smirnoff products include vodka, flavoured vodka, and malt beverages. In [4]

The vodka is unaged made using a traditional filtration method developed by P. A. Smirnov. Recipe No. 21 was created by Smirnov’s son Vladimir after escaping Russia during the October Revolution.

History

Pyotr Arsenyevitch Smirnov (9 January 1831 – 29 November 1898) founded his vodka distillery in Moscow under the trade name PA Smirnov in 1864, pioneered charcoal filtration in the 1870s, and by 1886 had captured two-thirds of the market in Moscow by virtue of the first use of newspaper advertising while suppressing clerical calls for temperance by generously contributing to the clergy. Russian royalty reportedly regarded Smirnov as a favorite. When Pyotr died, his third son Vladimir succeeded him. The company flourished and produced more than four million cases of vodka per year.

resource: wikipedia

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