#i also love my neighbour papi

[aurorawritestoescape]

SURVEILLANCE

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader (in established relationships with m!oc/not named)

Summary: Javier's been surveilling your boyfriend and has to listen to everything you two are saying. And doing. So one day he does something really unprofessional.

Tw: ��mdni smut voyeurism, m!masturbation, Javi is a little obsessed with you, dirty talk, lots of horny daydreaming, piv, threesome, dp, breeding kink, swearing, lmk if I missed something

Word count: 1,8k

A/n: gif by @azertyrobaz Thank you @milla-frenchy for helping me find the perfect gif and your undying support🫂😘

Javier is sitting at his desk in the office, fiddling with the headset cord and staring at the photo of you peeking out of a folder. He sees just the top of your head and your eyes. Your gorgeous eyes looking up and to the side at someone next to you. They’re full of love, affection and something animalistic, instinct induced. He wishes you were looking at him like that.

The DEA has been surveilling you for almost a month. Well not you but your dickhead of a boyfriend. He was one of Escobar’s people, just a middle man, but they believed that they could gather some useful information by closely monitoring him and his associates. The DEA began direct surveillance - tailing him and you, taking pictures and documenting everything. They also bugged your boyfriend’s place and could hear everything that was said and done there.

Usually surveillance was a tiring and boring process, like searching for a gold nugget in a huge pile of dirt. But not this time. Not with you involved.

When they began the operation Javier tried to stay impartial to you as well as everything and everyone connected to the target. For some fucking reason he couldn’t do that. When he heard your voice, the way you talked and carried yourself something woke up inside him. Something that was dormant and pushed out of his life, again and again. He heard your voice and remembered himself younger, longing to touch and be touched, yearning for connection, as well as passion and lust. His desires were satiated by meaningless hookups, fleeting affairs suffocated by the amount of stressful work. Javier liked it this way, as he didn’t see himself settling down for a quiet family life.

And then he heard your voice. Soft and quiet, yet powerful in its seductive beauty.

They all took shifts to listen in on your boyfriend and you every morning, day and night. Javier couldn’t miss anything as every minor detail could lead to a breakthrough. The first time you two had sex he had to listen.

To Javi’s surprise you loved talking during sex. The dirtiest phrases were flying into his ears and straight to his cock. “Si, papi! Like that, grab my tits. Oh yes, fuck me harder.” He had to adjust himself several times and couldn’t wait to leave work to visit one of his prostitutes.

The second time he realized where it was going by the kissing noises so he took off the headset and waited for you to finish. He felt dirty and creepy listening and getting turned on.

Instead he took more direct surveillance shifts following you two and that’s where another trap was waiting for him. On top of your filthy little mouth and banging body you turned out to be nice. Lovely even. You would help your elderly neighbours, look after your little sister whenever your parents asked and glow with genuine happiness playing with her in the park. He saw you talking to the other kids there, giving your warmth generously to them and his lips would involuntarily curl up in a smile. For a second or longer Javier imagined you pregnant with his child, carrying his love inside you. Your belly round under that summer dress, breasts spilling out of the neckline, ripe and ready to feed his child. He saw the moment he’d put his seed into you - your legs on his shoulders, him folding you in half by his weight, thrusting his cock deep and hard. He’d pump you full of his hot cum and leave his cock inside you for a night so it would stick. He’d have a family with you. He’d have you.

Javier wasn’t delusional, he knew you weren’t his. And you seemed to really love your boyfriend. Yet the son of a bitch surely didn’t deserve the way you looked at him.

When Javi was the one to tail you two he easily could spot the desire on your pretty face, your cheeks flushed, eyes blown out, chest heaving. You seemed insatiable, always hungry for a touch, a kiss. You’d hold your boyfriend’s hand walking down the street, rest your head on his shoulder standing in a queue, grind against his body dancing in a bar. You were gorgeous.

The nights out were the worst. You always wore a skimpy dress showing off your soft curves, or a pair of tight jeans hugging your butt perfectly. The way you danced drove Javier insane - your hips swaying with the beat, hands snaking up and down your body, touching yourself in all the places Javi wanted to kiss and lick you. He imagined being there with you, pressing his broad chest to your back, holding your waist close to him and kissing your neck, you two moving rhythmically with the music. He’d take your chin in his hand to make you look at him and kiss you, squeezing your breast and pushing his hard-on in between your asscheeks. He’d take you home and rip the clothes off you like a wolf impatient to devour a bunny. He’d suck, bite and then kiss better every inch of your sweaty body until you begged him to fuck you. He’d smirk and place his hands on your inner thighs pushing them open and lowering his face to your pussy, “Papi’ll make you come a few times first, how about that?”

Javi rubs his face as the slapping sounds in his ears get louder. He leans back in his chair and lifts the hips to ease the pressure on his aching cock. He already feels the dampness on his skin. He must have been leaking precum for some time now. You’ve been making out probably on your bed, your soft whimpers slowly hardening his cock. Javier drops his head back with a deep sigh and closes his eyes. You’re full on moaning in his headphones now and he adjusts them to hear you better. His mind tells him that he needs to stop, get out of here, have a smoke. But then the image of you appears behind his eyelids, so clear and vivid that his breathing hitches for a moment. His imagination feeds on the way you sing right into his ears and Javier sees you caged in by his own body, squirming and pleading, “Fuck me, Javi. Te necesito.”

The sounds you’re making being used by another man’s cock shoot straight to his member. He’s throbbing for you, he can already feel the pulsations against his skin.

Javier can’t take it anymore. The desire seems so powerful it burns like fire behind his eyelids. He opens his eyes and looks down at his huge bulge. His hand slides down to his crotch and he palms himself through the jeans.

“Your cock’s so big, papi! My little pussy can barely take it.”

Filthy girl! A moan escapes his lips joining the one you’re making in his headphones.

He quickly bites his lip to shut himself up. Fortunately everyone’s left for the day, but he’s still at work. Javier undoes the zipper and his cock springs out of its confines and bobs dripping on Javi’s shirt. He curses seeing a few wet spots staining the fabric. He hastily takes a hold of his weeping member keeping it head up and spreads the liquid left over the tip with his thumb.

“Rub my clit, papi, yes, like this, wanna come on your big dick,” you whine with need in your voice and Javier groans as another drop of precum beads and then slides down on his hand. His arousal mixes with anger. Why is it affecting him that much? He’s not a fucking teenager getting a boner every time he sees a pretty girl. Why did his dick take over his mind and senses? “Pendejo!” Javier lets go of his cock and gives it a slap on its side with an open palm. His stiff cock is swaying from side to side and Javi snarls watching it grow even bigger. The pain adds to the pleasure and the need becomes unbearable. He gives in.

Javier spits into his hand and starts off slow, jerking his length with short strokes feeling its hot soft skin under his calloused hand.

“Can I suck on your thumb, papi, while you’re fucking me? I miss your cock in my mouth.”

You cry out the fucker’s name after a hard thrust and then your sounds are muffled apparently by the finger in your mouth. First Javi drives away the thoughts of the other man. He shuts his eyes seeing you again in his mind but with his cock buried deep inside your glistening pussy, his balls hitting your ass as your breasts are bouncing after every slam of his hips. Javi’s mind is on fire and his hand starts moving faster. Up and down, up and down. He twists his wrist from time to time and he hears that you’re close too. He wants to jump into the abyss together with you, and listens carefully, concentrates on your breathing, trying not to miss that sweet sound, a tell of your climax hitting you. He’s heard it many times by now and imagined it even more, alone in his bed, in the shower, even with another woman. That sound pushes him over every time, makes his cock erupt on his hand or in another pussy. He's pumping his cock vigourously, roughly without pity. He hears the other man’s groans as the fucker must be close as well. At the back of his mind Javi registers how hot this forbidden threesome is. He can’t help but see the three of you in a bed together. Your body splayed over your boyfriend’s, front up and Javi’s between your gorgeous legs. Two cocks sliding into your little pussy at the same time making you whine and grip the sheets. He’d bend over to take your nipple into his mouth and after finding a steady rhythm, they’d fuck you together until you are spasming around the two cocks.

“Si, si, like that, papi,” you squeal and Javi feels his balls tighten. You make THAT sound and when you hold your breath he knows you’re coming, your muscles tight, eyes shut, hands gripping your knees to keep your legs open so he could see your pussy contracting around his cock, clit twitching, your juices soaking his dick. All he hears now is squelching noises of your pussy being stuffed full of another man’s cum and Javi snarls and comes hard, shooting his hot seed all over his jeans, hand and the cord. Globs of cum spill from his cock and slide down his length. He doesn’t care about the mess and milks it to the last drop. Javi’s panting hard, you two echoing him in the headphones. He lets go of his softening cock and stares at your folder on his desk. His mind is finally clear. He must have you.

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Pendejo-dumbass

Papi- daddy

Te necesito- I need you

Thank you for reading!

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[thatchronicfeeling]

It has come to my attention that it's Period Drama Appreciation Week 2023. I love period dramas and grew up watching them. They have been a formative part of my life and I'm now too disabled to watch video. Even gifs are too difficult for my brain to process. It is also Bi Visibility Week and I'm posting this on Bisexual Visibility Day. Since I can't safely post a pile of gifs, here is a list celebrating actors/characters/moments from period dramas that have been significant to my bisexuality. [Yes, this is a big list. I am missing out on watching and re-watching A Lot of awesome period dramas and I hate it. This list is helping me reclaim a bit of joy. Also I've probably forgotten some favourites and may update this.]

Lori Petty in A League of Their Own

Jodhi May in any period drama

Mary Wickes in any period drama

Freddy Honeychurch in A Room with a View

Anne Hathaway playing cricket in that rust-coloured dress in Becoming Jane

Esther Summerson (disabled heroine!) & Allan Woodcourt in Bleak House

the freshly-painted yellow cabin door swinging shut with the names 'Calam & Katie' painted on it in Calamity Jane

the sequence where Doris Day sings 'Secret Love' in Calamity Jane

Michelle in Derry Girls (and James too, a wee bit)

George Eliot & Lenore in Edgar Allan Poe's Murder Mystery Dinner Party

the moment where Emma and Mr Knightley start dancing together and it feels like you're inside the music in Emma

Polly Waker's haircut in The Enchanted April

Matthias Schoenaerts in Far From the Madding Crowd

Idgie & Ruth in Fried Green Tomatoes

Suranne Jones in Gentleman Jack

recognising Marian Lister as a bisexual who hasn't realised it yet in Gentleman Jack

Mary Agnes McNue in Godless

Bel & Freddie in The Hour

June Allyson leaping over a hedge (or is it a fence?) as Jo March in Little Women

the Patricia Rozema adaptation of Mansfield Park

the whole sequence where Judy Garland strides onto the neighbours' porch to sock The Boy Next Door in the jaw in Meet Me in St Louis

Katie the cook in Meet Me in St Louis

the moment where Benedick braces his arm against a doorframe in a desperate panic to stop Beatrice from going to eat Claudio's heart in the marketplace in Much Ado About Nothing

Denzel Washington in Much Ado About Nothing

Mr Thornton's hands (ok, and also his face) in North & South

tomboy Doris Day in On Moonlight Bay

Valentine in Parade's End

all of Portrait of a Lady on Fire

Papi in Pose

Lizzy Bennet declaring that she would never marry someone she did not love in Pride & Prejudice

Mr Darcy diving into a pond in Pride & Prejudice

both Angel and Joanne in Rent (the 2008 broadway version)

Martha the maid in The Secret Garden

Lelia Walker in Self-Made

swashbuckling Margaret Dashwood in Sense & Sensibility

the dance sequences in Seven Brides for Seven Brothers

the whole Thomas Kent situation in Shakespeare in Love

Maria (when she is not a nun) in The Sound of Music

Kitty Butler onstage in Tipping the Velvet

Annie and Janette and Jacques and Linh in Treme

Audra McDonald and Anne Hathaway and Raúl Esparza in that promotional photo for Twelfth Night

Julie Andrews and her male co-star singing a version of 'Home on the Range' with the line 'and the deer and the antelope are gay' in Victor/Victoria

Justine Waddell in Wives & Daughters

[milktecrossing]

💌 hello !! major milkte has finally arrived on the scene (i finally worked out how to transfer my pictures from 3ds to pc lol). hope you all are doing well, happy weekend !!! 😌😌 more posts coming soon, i have a lot of stuff i wanted 2 post before so u can’t blame me

[nadineselfships-archived]

Me: *gets a masc haircut* I am... prince...?

My f/o's: *living for it* FUCK YEA YOU ARE!! A HANDSOME PRINCE!!! A RUGGED STUD!! PRETTY MASC INDIVIDUAL!!! GORGEOUS BASTARD BABY!! BOY NEXT DOOR VIBES!!

[libraryofloveletters]

The Boy Next Door

Eddie Diaz x Reader 

Warnings: mentions of divorce, step-parents, a little bit of arguing, alcohol and consumption of, like one swear word, mentions of sickness

Category: fluff 

Word Count: 2.3K

Author’s Note: ahhh okay hi! this is my first 911 fic, idk it’s mostly self indulgent because I can’t get this idea out of my head, so here we are :) also for the purpose of this, Eddie never got married nor did he have Christopher 

Italics are flashbacks 

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To say you were average was the understatement of your life, you weren't special nor were you awkward or shy, you were just average. You had always been the average person, in an average neighbourhood with an average life. 

But the boy next door, there was nothing average about him. 

The first time you met the boy next door was when you were 14, you had just moved into the neighbourhood with your father and his new wife. There was still lots to be done, the air conditioning was broken and your father seemed to misplace his toolkit during the move. He left you in the smouldering heat and ventured off to find a toolkit. Not only did he return with a toolkit but visitors as well.

“y/n!” your father shouted from the bottom on the staircase, “what?!” you shouted back. “Come down here!” you groaned as he called for you again, what could he possibly want now? 

Your father stood there with a man and a boy who you could only assume was his son. “Y/n, this is Ramon and his son, Eddie. They live next door and Ramon was kind enough to loan his tools and help me out.” you smiled at them from the top of the stairs. 

“Come down and get Eddie something to drink” your father said, you resisted the urge to roll your eyes and made your way down the stairs. 

“Would you like some lemonade ?” you asked, walking past him to the kitchen, he followed you. “Please” he leaned against the wall watching you move around the kitchen. 

“So, I hear you have a step mom?” he asks, you could feel his eyes burning into your back as you got the lemonade from the fridge. “Unfortunately” you mumble and pour some of the liquid into a glass, Eddie made his way over to the counter, he leaned up against it. 

“Do you know how to stand straight ?” you glance at him up and down, he laughs and shakes his head. 

“Why is it unfortunate that you have a stepmother ?” taking a sip of the lemonade, his eyes fixed on you. “Have you ever seen Cinderella ?” you asked, hopping up on the counter and picking up the other glass, Eddie nods. 

“Imagine living with Cinderella’s stepmother but times 100″ you groan, Eddie had a smile on his face. 

“You’re joking”

“Wish I was” 

“Well that sucks” he gave you an apologetic look

“Big time” your eyes are on your legs which were swinging back and forth. Eddie grabs your leg suddenly, “what the hell!” you jump, he laughs again. 

God he has such a cute laugh, wait what ? Stop he’s your neighbour, you barely know him.

“How’d you get that?” his thumb rubs over a scar on your leg by your ankle. “Bike accident when I was younger. It just didn’t heal right and left a scar, also because there was a giant gash there for a few weeks” you shrug. The two of you were in the kitchen for a few minutes, Eddie’s hand was still wrapped around your leg, neither of you saying a word to each other. 

“Eddie! Time to go!” Ramon shouted for Eddie, he let go of your leg. “See you around ?” he asked, you nodded, “yeah, see ya” Eddie smiled at you and you smiled back. 

You rarely saw Eddie after that day, he had been helping his father at his shop all summer so you never got a chance to hang out. When school started, you had a few classes with him, he occasionally asked for the answers to the homework after his practices ran long, which you gave to him. 

Somewhere deep down, you had a soft spot for the boy next door. 

Your friendship, if you could even call it that, was built solely on the fact that he lives next door and went to the same classes, if it weren't for that, you’d never speak to him. He wasn't a popular kid per se but he had a solid friend group and played sports, so in his own way, he was a popular kid. You were the kid that had your head down, did what you were told to do and left. 

High school flew by and you were glad. The whole “your high school years are the best years of your life” was bullshit, if anything, you ended up coming out more confused than you went in. 

The second time you spent time with Eddie was at your graduation party. The graduating class had arranged a grad party for yourselves in the neighbourhood. It consisted of loud drunk teenagers and their tipsy parents. By midnight, the street began clearing out, you hung back simply because you didn’t want to go home and deal with your stepmother and your father. 

Sitting on the curb at the end of the street, you could see the entire street. There  were still a few kids, a group of boys playing football terribly, a couple making out in the corner and some girls posing for pictures by some car. 

Eddie’s shouting broke your thoughts, “Papi I'm going!” It sounded like something had shattered, perhaps a bottle. You got up and slowly made your way over. “You want to throw away your life? Stay here, get a job Eddie, I won’t allow you to do this!” his father shouted back at him. Eddie began walking away from his father, Ramon grabbed his hand. “Do not walk away from me!” he shouted again. 

“You made up your mind and so did I. I'm going.” Eddie said sternly and walked away. He walked past you on his way to wherever he was going. He didn’t stop, he didn't talk, he just pushed past you and left. 

Eddie left home a few weeks later. You kept up with his parents, stopping by for dinner every once in a while. His father didn’t talk much about him, just that he was good and that’s all. Once his father left, his mother told you about what actually was going on, how Eddie felt as if he had found a purpose there. She shows you letters that he had sent and a picture he had sent her in his uniform.

“Doesn't he look handsome ?” she smiled, showing you the picture of Eddie. “Yeah, very handsome, Mrs. Diaz” you smiled back. 

“Do you know when he’s coming back?” 

The smile dropped from her face. “He- uh, reenlisted” she mumbled. “Ramon doesn't know” 

You nodded, “I won’t tell” 

“Who’s not telling what?” his father came back in for a moment, you smiled at him while Mrs. Diaz turned her attention to the sink. “Oh just that Mrs. Diaz is helping me with dinner for my grandparents tomorrow” you pick up the bowls on the counter, “Thank you for dinner, I'll see you guys around ?” 

“of course, thank you for coming over. it’s nice to have you around” his mother gave you a hug. 

You spent a lot of afternoons with his mom, just helping her out around the house. It wasn't until 4 years after that night that you saw him again. A few bruises and bumps, a couple scars and broken bones you were sure of, but he was back in one piece. In true Diaz fashion, his parents insisted on throwing a party for him. It was supposed to be a small party, just a few neighbours and family. By the time Mrs. Diaz was done inviting people, there was triple the amount of people coming. 

You headed over with your father, he had gotten sick recently and required a bit more help now. Truthfully by 25, you had planned to be living on your own but with your father getting sick and your step mother bailing, you stuck around. Once you got him situated, you found Mrs. Diaz in the kitchen. 

“Hey” you smiled at her, taking the bowl from her hands. “Hi mi amor, how are you ?” She smiled at you, you rested the bowl on the table across from the two of you, “I’m okay for now.” 

Eddie’s laughter filled your ears, that was a sound you didn't hear often but one you loved nonetheless “It’s good to have him home” his mother smiled, watching her son from the window. Mrs. Diaz gets pulled off by someone leaving you alone in the kitchen, turning to the fridge, you look through for a beer. “hey, pass me one too” his voice called as he watched through the backdoor. You pulled two out and handed on to him. 

“Thanks” Eddie leaned against the counter, you couldn't help but chuckle. “What?” taking a sip of the beer, his eyes meet yours. “Nothing, just noticing your habit of leaning on things” you stood across from him. 

“Sorry, but do I know you from somewhere ? You seem so familiar” his brows furrowed, tongue running across his lip. “I’m y/n, we’re neighbours” you told him, his eyes flickered up and down you, your name leaving his lips. 

God, your name never sounded so good. 

“Y/n...” his eyes ran over your body once more, his eyes locking on your foot. “Ankle Scar” he smiled, you nodded as your lips curled into a smile. “God, I'm so sorry I didn’t rememb-” “don’t worry ‘bout it, I'm not really anyone worth remembering” 

Eddie’s smile dropped, a pout visibly on his face. “Don’t say that, I'm sure you are.” 

“Is that why you didn't remember me ?” you teased

“We went to high school together” he took another sip, you nodded in agreement. “We’ve also lived next door to each other since we were 14”  you smiled at him. Again, the smile vanished from his face, “okay, now I really feel like shit. God, I'm sorry” “It’s cool really” you gave a smile once more. 

“Don’t you have a party to get back too ?” 

“Eh, not to fussy about parties to tell you the truth. I might take a walk around the block, care to join me ?” 

“Actually, yeah, I’d like that” 

Eddie opened the front door for you, letting you step out first. The two of you headed through the front to avoid everyone in the back, you walked down the street together, the dull streetlights lit the sidewalks, beer in your hand. 

“What have you been up to?” Eddie asked you, “Well, I'm a nurse but only part time. My dad needs me around.. now that he’s sick” 

“Oh, I'm sorry to hear that, your dad’s a cool guy” 

Scoffing, you take a sip of your beer, “yeah, you’re the only one that’s ever thought that” your statement making Eddie chuckled. “If you don't mind me asking, what happened to the wicked step mother of the west?”  he looked over at you as he walked along the curb of the sidewalk, his arms out to balance himself. 

“She bailed when he found out he was sick.” 

Eddie stopped walking, “seriously ? that’s a bitch move” “yeah, tell me about it” 

Taking a seat on the curb, Eddie sat down too. The street was quiet for the most part, the only noise coming from down the street at Diaz’s place. Your fingers tapped against the beer bottle in your hand, aimlessly trying to keep up with the beat of the music. Eddie’s hand on your ankle startled you, causing you to drop the bottle. “Seriously ?! Again?” you shout, Eddie put his finger over your lips. “Shh! you’ll wake up the neighbours” he muttered, you rolled your eyes at his statement. “Tell me nurse y/n, how does one not ‘heal right’” he laughed, his thumb rubbing against the scar and causing you to roll your eyes again. “surely you can tell me that, Sergeant Diaz” 

Eddie looked shocked, “how did-” “your mom, she never stopped talking about her son, the army sergeant medic” you teased, he shook his head, laughing. “I know you’ve only been back for a few weeks, but what’s next ? Are you going to stay ?” 

“If I have a reason too, I will but I- I don't know what’s next” Eddie sighed. 

“Perhaps a change in scenery ?” you asked, he looked over at you with a questionable expression on his face. “I'm moving, to California in a few months” you told him. 

“Oh? What for?” 

“A change in scenery” you laughed and he smiled at you. 

“I haven't thought about moving, maybe it would be nice. A break away from here, not that I don't love it here, I love my parents too but-” he stopped talking, he realized the more he went on, the deeper a hole he dug. 

“You know, I hear the LAFD is always looking for recruits. I’m sure they wouldn't mind having an army medic on the team” you glance over at him, there’s a pause in the conversation. 

Eddie looks over at you, “that’s not a bad idea” his arm wraps around your shoulder, pulling you into his side, your arm his rested on top of his knee, 

“What do you say to a road trip and a roommate ?” he looks down at you. 

You look up at him, “I think I'd like that”  

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tagging: @ssa-volturi​ @geeky-son-dr-reid

[riverdaleroundup]

Riverdale Roundup 20x21: “The Killing of A Sacred Deer”

So Riverdale was on last night. I confirmed did not watch. I couldn’t watch it on my tv and I was far too lazy to get a stream up so like here we are. I go into my PVR to watch it this morning and it’s like “ no information found” and i’m ready to fume but when I pressed on it it still played so it was just god playing a little funny on me. Anyway, when I went on the internet last night people were like shitting their pants about this episode so i’m expecting something good. I’ve got my tea. Lets go.

Apparently I forgot about every single thing that happened last episode because their little recap has me straight shook. Like Reggie shot fangs? In what world?

So the Black Hood rolls up at Cheryl's house fitting to kill her and I’m just down for that. I’ve recently decided to stan Cheryl. I love the villian with a heart of gold. Please see season 1-3 Alex Karev.

So the black hood is coming after Cheryl with a casual axe because he apparently misplaced his gun, and he hacks up her lovely bedroom door. Cheryl goes all hunger games and whips out her bow and arrow and shoots the guy. I mean she could have done us all a favour and killed the guy so we can all move on to greener pastures. Like they aren’t going to drag this shit into season 3 are they? I don’t need another pretty little liars 7 seasons of dealing it, A, or the A team, or charles or whatever that stupid show morphed into.

Cheryl is the most casual girl ever. She just calls up Betty and is like “ yeah so the black hood just tried to kill me and i’m going to go hunt him in the woods. Want to do brunch on saturday?”

So Reggie didn’t shoot Fangs. I mean I guess it makes sense. Reggie was on the ground and Fangs got shot in the stomach so that would have had to have been quite the angle.

Hiram Lodge is like giddy about this whole riot. It's like christmas morning for the little guy.

Betty is uber convinced that her Daddy is the black hood and is worried that someone is going to murder him since Hermione is offering up a casual million dollars for the blackhoods head on a platter, preferably silver. Preferably polished.

So Veronica sees Midges mom wandering on the streets looking coked out as fuck and plot twist she was the one who shot fangs. I mean she thought he murdered her daughter but I mean that evidence is so damn thin.

Reggie is hiding behind a dumpster because bitches are out for him. He calls Mr Lodge and is like “ Daddy help” but Hiram isn’t his daddy anymore. He’s got to deal with this ish on his own.

All the football players + Kevin are out looking for Reggie. They end up at the high school where Sweet Pea and his boys are fitting to burn the place to the ground. Seems a little extreme but SP is cute so I probs would have allowed it.

Principal weatherbee shows up with like a bat or something and is like “ What the fuck? All you skanks better leave rn or i’m flip.” Honestly it’s very Mean girls with the principal and and the bat and i’m honestly surprised he doesn’t send them all to the gym for a seminar on confidence. He will keep them there ALL NIGHT. He can’t keep them past four. He will keep them there till FOUR.

Eventually the gang finds Reggie at Pops and honestly no one should be surprised because there are only ever 3 places anyone could ever be in Riverdale. It’s shocking that Pop had to call Archie to tell him that Reggie was there. They had basically knocked every other possibility off the list.

Betty gets a call from an unknown number and she thinks it’s the black hood, but I mean come on. Her annoying ass ringtone didn’t go off so we all know that it wasn’t going to be BH. It’s FP calling from a pay phone being like  

“ My bitch ass little son is a slithery lil snakey snake and ran off. Is he with you? Also your dad is in the ER.”

Betty promptly gets shook because she knows that Cheryl shot the black hood with an arrow so if Hal is bleeding from the shoulder shit is about to go down.

A bunch of crazies roll up to pops and Archie is pissed that Jughead hasn’t reigned in all his little friends but get shook guys. It’s the Goolies or whatever they’re called. I honestly forgot about them. It seems like decades ago since everyone put on their favourite vintage outfits and went out to watch the street race.

So the football players are trying to barricade the shop and poor pop tate is triggered. The guy has been through enough. Wars. Riots.The whole thing. But he knows how to deal with this ish. They going to lite this place up.

The Goolies are ready to take some names but boom. The Sheriffs cruiser appears out of nowhere and the silver fox fires his gun into the air sending the goolies running.

Hot dads for the win. FP and Keller are everything. Fred is there too but everyone needs a duff.  I would like to make it clear that I audibly out loud said “ yas hot dads unite” before Kevin mentioned anything about the trio. Just want to put that out there.

Betty goes running to the hospital and into her dads room but oops get shook. Hal isn’t there, but Dr Mcstuffins is dead. Poor guy. Asked too many questions. Sounds like every single one of my relatives and neighbours.

The phone beside the hospital bed rings because the black hood just magically knows that Betty has arrived in the room, and he’s like “ listen bitch, it’s past your bedtime. Get your skinny ass home or ima kill your mom. Okay. see you in 10. Byyeeee”

Jughead is brooding at the bar when his phone rings. It’s freaking Alice Jr, Penny Peabody.

She’s all like “ Hey babe. Listen i’m still kind of pissed at you so I kidnapped your girlfriend and was thinking that i’m cut her up into little pieces if you don’t come meet me by the docks.”

Jughead is all like

“Omg no not Betty!”  but Penny is behind on the times and just has Toni. At this point Jughead is just like

“Lol sorry bitch. You’re barking up the wrong tree. Maybe call Cheryl.”

Betty comes home and Alice is just chillin on the couch, enjoying her evening. Betty is like

“ We gotta go right now.”  but Alice already has popcorn on because Hal is going to show them home movies.

So Hal’s real name is Harold? What’s sad is that I find that to be the most shocking part of this. So Hal's dad murdered the conway family because they were sinners? What did these bitches do? Not recycle? So Hal went up to lil janitor before he became big janitor and convinced him that it wasn’t Hals dad who killed the guys family but some rando.

So Pappi Cooper killed Papi blossom and became Pappi Cooper as a cover. Does not make sense to me but okay. I feel like someone would done their ancestry tree and put this ish together but whatever.

So the Conway family knew the truth about this shit and blackmailed the Coopers about it. So those bitches need to die.

Hal has darkness and Betty has got it too so watch out kids. Elizabeth might kill next. I mean she already sent Chic to his death ( maybe)

Hal is like “ say it Betty. Say it out loud” and she’s like “ a vampire” jk. He’s the black hood. BUT there’s another black hood. Are they working together or is this just some random hoe? TBD.

Oh heck BH 2 is attacking Archie! Thank God Fred was there to take the bitch down. BUT makes the fatal mistake of not unmasking the guy when he had the chance.  Fred gets shot AGAIN but thankfully ex Sheriff Hot pants gave him a bulletproof vest.

Alice and Betty are confused about why Hal is telling them all this and why he wants it recorded, and he’s like

“So everyone will understand when we’re gone, or what happened to us” or some bullshit like that. I don’t remember the exact words but it was very menacing. So like is he thinking a double murder suicide type thing or? That’s the vibe i’m getting tbh.

Jughead shows up to the docks and Penny has the Goolie with the heavy eye make up with her. He’s like fitting to taze Jughead but Juggie brought Katniss with him so they Gucci.

Penny just wants to live her life and sell drugs. If they don’t let her do that then the Goolies and the serpents are going to rumble, not a midnight, but at dawn. You know. To keep things fresh.

I forgot about this small fry guy and that he’s coming after the Lodges. Also forgot all about Veronica and Hermione shit talking Hiram while he’s out. So like Hiram is going to expose Freds affair with Hermione but Fred was separated at the time and i’m pretty sure he’s not divorced. So really it was Hermione who was cheating on her spouse. I mean yeah it’s not great for Fred but he wasn’t going against HIS family.

Veronica and Hermione are still fighting when Small Fry breaks down the damn door and is like “ your daddy killed my daddy, prepare to die.”

Hermione is a terrible shot and misses the first 7 times but she gets the bitch eventually.

So Sweet Pea and Jughead are fighting about what to do about the Goolies when FP walks in the tells everyone that Fangs died. The poor baby. They vote about what to do and they decide they’re going to fight the bitches. So I mean, shit it bound to get lit.

Although Alice just found out her no good rotten husband has murdered like a ton of people she can still verbally assault him. GOD HAL YOU ARE SO STUPID.

“Are you going to kill everyone who has ever jay walked?”

And damn, bringing out FP. That cuts deep. Kill it Alice. Oh shit Hal don’t kill Alice! Betty beats him over the head with a fire poker!

FP is stressed! So there are serpent reserves? Who would that be?

So Jughead calls Hiram and is like “ Hey buddy. I know you’re the one making all this shit happen so like let’s make a deal.”

Hiriam comes home and baby boy Andre is dead! He runs upstairs all freaked out that he might have to say rip to his fam but they’re just at the table, waiting for him to come home and clean up the dead body in the study. That’s a blue job.

So Hal is being arrested and Archie is like “ omg he just tried to shoot my dad like 20 mins ago” and Betty acts all shook like she doesn’t already know that there’s another black hood. Pull it together sister.

She gets a call from Jughead and he’s like “ I love you bitch. I ain’t ever going to stop loving you biiiitch” and then he says he’ll see her soon. COULD YOU JUST EXPLAIN YOURSELF REAL QUICK PLEASE?

Oh Hell. Jughead is giving himself over the Penny and the Goolies?  So they’re just going to beat him to death and then murder all the serpents come morning? That seems extreme.

Hiriam took care of the body with the less hot ( but still hot) more crooked sheriff and Veronica is done with his shit.

Oh hell. FP carrying jugheads body? He isn’t dead. The bitch can’t be dead can he? It’s only the second season.  Well damn guys. Guess we’ll have to see.

I’m once again not reading this over because I have things to do today. Thank you and goodbye.

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Height: 5; 8″ still I think

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[writeroftheprompts]

Villager

My feet slid around in the mud, but I grabbed the tree branch in time to avoid a slide back down the hill. The rainy season was the worst, although Mamá and Papá would disagree. The plants loved the weather, but they weren’t the ones that had to go walk down a hill of slush every morning and back up each night. Keeping my hold on the branches as I went, I slowly made my way up the incline. The trail would soon level out and then all I’d have to worry about was keeping my shoes from getting stuck and hopefully keeping my skirt clean, which Mamá had just washed. As it was, I could feel my shirt dampening with sweat, another unfortunate part of those months. The air was so hot and moist that I could almost swim through the air, even in the evening.

A cat darted across the path just in front of me, which almost caused another dip into the mud. Another sprinted after it and the two disappeared into the bushes. I hated those things. They were always wandering between everyone’s properties, meowing for food, meowing outside doors to be let in from the rain and just generally meowing whenever the fancy struck them without regard to the time of day or night. Usually one family ended up taking responsibility for one, but they still went around like beggars. Dogs at least had the sense of loyalty to return to their family by the end of the day when they ran off.

With the sun going down, the sounds of the bugs started to rise into an orchestra. The cicadas provided the background hum, which was filled in with an army of crickets. The frogs started in with their rhythmic, baritone beat, so uniform that I could almost keep track of time by their croaks. Every once in a while, a bird would put in their piece or a dog’s howl would cut into the music. I smiled a little to myself, thinking about nature’s lullaby, the one I'd heard every night of my life. Then I laughed thinking of the complaints I'd heard from visitors down in the village who rubbed their sleep-deprived eyes and said that they’d come all the way to this forsaken mountain for peace and quiet.

“Mariana!” a voice yelled out, tearing me out of the trance I’d fallen into. I turned to see Señora Andrea scurrying down from the path up to her house. A small basket she was holding bounced as she ran and the hair tied back from her face swung wildly. “I'm glad I caught you on the way home. I was just about to make my way over to give something to your Papi.” She handed me the basket, which was full of ripe, darkly green avocadoes. “Tell him I say thank you again. I don’t know what we would have done if he hadn’t fixed the chicken coup for me.”

“No problem, I’ll tell him,” I say, my mouth watering at the huge fruits in my hands.

Señora Andrea smiled that motherly smile that made everyone love her. “Thank you, Mariana.” She began to walking back up the way she came until she turned back and gave me a wink. “You know, I don’t think anyone will notice if you eat one on your way home.”

I smiled back at her, but groaned inside. Along with the avocadoes, I carried a block of cheese, a loaf of bread, tomatoes, and a small sack of rice, none of which I could eat. Mamá would already be upset that I didn’t get the eggs, but I hadn’t had quite enough for everything. I didn’t trust myself with the fragile little eggs, slipping in the mud every ten minutes, so they hadn’t made the cut. Maybe in the morning I could get them but in the meantime, hopefully the avocadoes would make her happy.

The mosquitoes that were always nearby then multiplied their presence. I never really knew where they came from or where they stayed during the day. If I had, I would have figured out a way to get rid of them. Slapping at my arms to keep the vampires away created another obstacle to keeping my balance on the last few steps up the hill. Once at the top, I stare back down the long slide I had conquered. Tomorrow morning, I would have to make the downhill journey, which would be about as fun as helping Mamá wash the clothes.

I shifted the bag on my back from one shoulder to the other and felt the cheese dig into my back. My stomach grumbled louder with that reminder. Without meaning to, my eyes drifted back down to the avocadoes. There was one on the edge of the basket that was fairly small and didn’t seem like it would be missed. I did a quick count of the fruits. There were eight, enough for two people in the family to have two. I decided the little one would be my delivery compensation.

My nails dug into the hard skin of the avocado and peeled it back sloppily. Bringing it up to my mouth, I paused to close my eyes and enjoy the creamy fruit. It had been a while since we’d had those, not since our own avocado tree died. My eyes flipped back open as I remembered the work of the next day. I would need to help bring our produce down to the village early in the morning. I needed to get home fast to rest.

The market at the village was an interesting place to visit and more interesting to be a part of. Tourists from the bottom of the mountain and from around the world sometimes came up to the village, especially during festivals, to browse through the stalls and gawk at all the exotic fruits. I didn’t know what countries they came from, but wherever it was the people weren’t too accustomed to guanabanas or curubas.

The tourists usually showed up at certain times of the day, usually closer to noon. The rest of us came and went when we could. It wasn’t always dependant on time either. Once, there had been a mudslide down the side of the mountain that had completely wiped out the main road to the village along with a few houses, mostly the smaller and less stable ones. I remembered waking up to hear our neighbour, Pablo, yelling for my Papá to get his help. The men were all trying to sift through the wreck to rescue anything they could from the mud for the people who had been hit. Mamá had pulled together a few odds and ends: some extra oranges, bananas and mangoes along with whatever else we could spare to hand to the other Mamás that had lost their crops. It could have been a lot worse. At least nobody had been too badly hurt, not like other, bigger mudslides in other areas, but the incident had been enough to keep me from sleep for a few nights.

I was still going through my avocado when I passed the site of the mudslide. There was still a mound of dirt on either side of the path, but what always caught my attention were the planks of wood and miscellaneous rags, sticks, and objects that poked around. Then there was the abandoned house just past the main area of destruction. I remembered the old couple who used to live there, but they couldn't stay there with the thought of another mudslide that could come any day. The small building, if you could still call it that, had never been a great place to live, but as I passed it I saw the decaying state it’d been left in. It was not even suitable for the cats that had appropriated it as a nursery.

I licked off as much of the sweet flesh of the avocado from the inside of the skin before I tossed it into the bushes. Carefully, I wiped at my mouth to make sure that there was no evidence left of what I’d done.

A new sound interrupted the night symphony. Voices. I slowed my pace until I recognized them. They belonged to the men who worked for Señor Cazera. I had only seen Cazera’s house once when my best friend Juan dared me to go with him. It was farther down the mountain near the river. Juan and I had walked around the fence enclosing the property and nearly gotten lost along the way. I remembered that he had joked we could split Cazera’s land into ten and it would still be bigger than our pieces. This probably wasn’t true but it hadn’t been what stood out in my mind, though. The huge house was surrounded by fruit trees that sagged with so much produce that a good amount of it fell to rot on the ground. The men were in charge of saving as much of it as they could to take down to the market. But since Cazera was hardly ever around anyway, preferring his house in the city, many people snuck in to take advantage of the obvious surplus, mostly kids and teenagers but also some who were looking for a little extra for the table. Papá sneered at them, saying that it was an obvious shame that Cazera would waste what God had given him, but that was his right. He would never stoop to stealing from another man’s tree no matter how little he seemed to care. It just wasn’t the way of the village. But sometimes when we walked to the market together I would see him glancing down the path to the property.

I tried not to think about the rumours that had surfaced ever since construction started on Señor Cazera’s house. The rich men had always owned the land on the lower part of the mountain, but his was the farthest up any of them had come. Apparently the leisure and rental houses around us were increasing in popularity. That morning at the market, one of the sellers had told a woman that a man had asked him and all his neighbours if they had any intention to sell their land. I hadn’t stayed to hear the rest of the story, but I knew one thing for sure: Papá would not sell. He couldn't. Where else would we live?

I stopped in my tracks as that thought remerged. The cicadas’ thrum grew to be almost overwhelming. I leaned against the trunk of a large tree, setting my bag and the basket down on the ground. Those towering trees dotted with a rainbow of different fruits, the blossoming flowers, the cacophony of animal’s calls…it was all I had ever known. If we left, what would I do without the river where my siblings and I played in? Or the festival nights in the village where we sang and danced and laughed with our friends and neighbours? Or even those stupid cats that were always traveling from house to house looking for scraps?

My eyes lifted up to the sky, which was a dark blue colour on one end and orange rimmed with purple on the other where the sun was still going down. The rain clouds had gone away for the night, letting the stars shine. Tourists always marveled at our sky. They said that where they came from all they could see were city lights and smoke. Did that mean that if we left I wouldn't even have the stars?

Feet made squishing sounds in the mud as they approached me, so I straightened myself and gathered my packages, but I didn’t start walking. As I had guessed, Juan appeared in sight, carrying a similar bag over his shoulder. When he saw me, he smiled and gave me a wave.

“What are you still doing out here, Mariana?” he asked.

My face flushed as I tried to think of an answer other than staring at the stars. The basket weighed in my hand so I lifted it up as an excuse. “Señora Andrea stopped me to give me this.”

He nodded when he saw what was inside. His family had never grown avocadoes, but that didn’t mean he didn’t love them. For a minute I considered giving him the other extra fruit, but I knew he wouldn’t accept it for the same reason that I shouldn’t offer.

“You should pick up the pace. You know your Mamá doesn’t like it when you’re out alone after sunset,” Juan said and began walking past me.

“We’re almost home,” I said, but sped up a little nonetheless. The mosquitoes were getting vicious, a consequence of the damp atmosphere, the setting sun, and the sweat on my shirt. It didn’t matter how long I lived with them, I could never learn to ignore their high-pitched whines as they flew past my ears and dove for my skin.

“I talked to the man who wants to buy the rest of the village,” Juan said without looking me in the eyes.

I tried not to reveal my surprise at the news when I asked, “Really? What did he say?”

Juan kept looking straight ahead, down the path we were traveling. “He asked me if I would send a message to my Papá that he and his men would be visiting soon to talk about our land.”

My arms began to shake despite the heat. Juan had lived next to us my whole life. Thirteen years I'd known him and thirteen years we’d done next to everything together. The thought of him leaving was almost as terrifying as the realization that if his land was going to be bought out, so would mine.

“It’s like they think we don’t understand what they’re doing,” Juan continued. “Do you think Cazera’s land is worth anything close to all of ours put together?”

“Pieces are nothing. They want something they can sell to the rich men,” I said. I looked around again at what surrounded me. I may not have gone to some fancy school in the city like the men in ties and spotless shirts and shiny, mud-free shoes, but I knew enough to know that they’d destroy everything.

I hardly noticed when we finally reached my stop. Juan was right. Mamá was sitting outside, nervously watching for me in the near darkness. Hopefully my earlier excuse would ease her anger.

“You’re going to the market tomorrow, right?” I asked Juan.

“Of course. I have to help Papá bring down the oranges.” He smiled at me. “Want to go together?”

I nodded, before saying good-bye and turning to the last few steps up to my house. I tried not to think too much about how it compared to Cazera’s or what would become of it if the rich men got what they wanted.

Mamá began to yell at me for being late, but I didn’t pay much attention. The stars above seemed brighter than usual, reminding me of how big the world was outside our village. But I doubted I’d find anywhere else like it.

I never did.

—writeroftheprompts

A little author’s note: in case anyone was wondering, the picture at the top I took myself in Colombia and the story is roughly about a real village where my grandfather has a house passed down to him and it’s probably my favourite place. The setting is all real: the fruits, the village, the cicadas and the mud (seriously, trekking through some of the paths you’re better off by foot than any vehicle...I know this from experience). Mariana and Juan and the others are not actual people I know but based on bits from the ones I do. I wrote this a while ago but I’m going back this summer and I’m really excited so I decided to post it. I hope you all enjoy it!

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who still does ask memes

lol i do

Spotify, SoundCloud, or Pandora? spotify til im die

is your room messy or clean? rn it's as clean as its been in like 3 weeks cause i finally had time to do laundy bless

what color are your eyes? brn

do you like your name? why? i used to dislike it a lot cause my sister said it was really ugly but it's rad and gives me my strongest sense of personal identity gg

what is your relationship status? dying

describe your personality in 3 words or less *whomst *this *fraud

what color hair do you have? brn

what kind of car do you drive? color? white mazda 3 sedan i luv her :^)

where do you shop? idk for what

how would you describe your style? delicious thot ft frumpy skater

favorite social media account i like the hell site

what size bed do you have? kween

any siblings? older brother older sister

if you can live anywhere in the world where would it be? why? toronto heart eyes

favorite snapchat filter? i just like that blue-y one that makes ur eyes bigger

favorite makeup brand(s) i buy drugstore lipstick and like... nothing else gg

how many times a week do you shower? at least 5 or i die

favorite tv show? i'm only watching the walking dead rn so that i guess the get down was .... so good tho

shoe size? 10 bruh

how tall are you? 5'10 or sth

sandals or sneakers? im a birks man now that theres no snow

do you go to the gym? not rn boo

describe your dream date My dream date? I break into Tiffany's at midnight. Do I go for the vault? No, I go for the chandelier. It's priceless. As I'm taking it down, a woman catches me. She tells me to stop. It's her father's business. She's Tiffany. I say no. We make love all night. In the morning, the cops come and I escape in one of their uniforms. I tell her to meet me in Mexico, but I go to Canada. I don't trust her. Besides, I like the cold. Thirty years later, I get a postcard. I have a son and he's the chief of police. This is where the story gets interesting. I tell Tiffany to meet me in Paris by the Trocadero. She's been waiting for me all these years. She's never taken another lover. I don't care. I don't show up. I go to Berlin. That's where I stashed the chandelier.

how much money do you have in your wallet at the moment? my wallets downstairs but i have like $10 in change and $2 american

what color socks are you wearing? >socks

how many pillows do you sleep with? 4 but that's........not enough give me like 10

do you have a job? what do you do? i'm an artist also i work at a grocery store oh no

how many friends do you have? idk a bunch i love my friends

whats the worst thing you have ever done? :um:

whats your favorite candle scent? coffee bean

3 favorite boy names -aaron -teddy -adam

3 favorite girl names -betty -roxanne -sidney

favorite actor? shrug

favorite actress? suhrrg

who is your celebrity crush? id smash john cusack

favorite movie? man i love rent

do you read a lot? whats your favorite book? my favourite book is always the last one i read so the raven cycle is fun

money or brains? #whynotboth

do you have a nickname? what is it? brn

how many times have you been to the hospital? uhh like maybe 6

top 10 favorite songs man, idk here are the last 10 i listened to -kokopelli face tattoo - ajj -dancing in the moonlight - toploader -feel it still - portuagal. the man -cadillac - miguel -stella - all time low -last night - motion city soundtrack -we do it different on the west coast - the mountain goats -love stuck - mother mother -she - green day -let's run away - matt and kim

do you take any medications daily? nah

what is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc) combo

what is your biggest fear? a mix of never having any sort of independence and being all alone! fuk

how many kids do you want? i don't tbh

whats your go to hair style? lesbian soul rebel who needs a haircut

what type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc) it's lorge but outdated

who is your role model? i have idols not necessarily role models idk

what was the last compliment you received? someone at work said i make their entire life bearable and i was like tf thanks

what was the last text you sent? i don't work there but thx

how old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real? when i was ..6 i lost a tooth and my mum didnt have change so she left me a $20 with a note saying to "share it with your mom so she can get coffee in the morning" from the tooth fairy and it #allcametogether

what is your dream car? camaros are sexy 69 camaros are so sexy

opinion on smoking? it's 2017 are we not past this yet u lit smell so bad smoke weed like an adult

do you go to college? lol

what is your dream job? i wanna fuckin make sports graphics lol

would you rather live in rural areas or the suburbs? urban papi

do you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels? ya

do you have freckles? only when its real sunny out

do you smile for pictures? lol sometimes i goof too much

how many pictures do you have on your phone? idk like 10 this phone is so new

have you ever peed in the woods? uhhhh technically

do you still watch cartoons? not rly nostalgia is fun sometimes tho

do you prefer chicken nuggets from Wendy’s or McDonalds? ive never had wendys nugs

Favorite dipping sauce? sweet and sour

what do you wear to bed? shorts and a hoodie or like nothing idk sometimes ur naked sometimes ur not..depends

have you ever won a spelling bee? one time i lost cause i couldnt spell chocolate gg

what are your hobbies? are u attempting to know me

can you draw? yea boi

do you play an instrument? i can still sorta drom i know how to sorta play a bunch of instruments shrug

what was the last concert you saw? ummm live music fest w little bands idk

tea or coffee? i'm a tea boy now i'm not rugged anymore

Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts? i've never had dunkin donuts

do you want to get married? yea :^)

what is your crush’s first and last initial? br

are you going to change your last name when you get married? idk maybe but hoo know

what color looks best on you? i look good in light blu

do you miss anyone right now? not particularly

do you sleep with your door open or closed? that shits closed

do you believe in ghosts? no lol

what is your biggest pet peeve? the sound of people.. picking at their nails... makes me want to die

last person you called? papito

favorite ice cream flavor? chocolateeee

regular oreos or golden oreos? if you like golden oreos i don't like you

chocolate or rainbow sprinkles? depenz on what theyre on boi

what shirt are you wearing? a fall out boy hoodie lol

what is your phone background? it's still the default bg it's like a wave or sth but #artistic

are you outgoing or shy? shoutgoing

do you like it when people play with your hair? i can't stand when people play with my hair

do you like your neighbors? i don't know my neighbours tbh whomst

do you wash your face? at night? in the morning? both usually baby wipe that bihhh

have you ever been high? nah

have you ever been drunk? yah

last thing you ate? chickpeas like right from a can

favorite lyrics right now i'm really fixated on the lyric all somersaults through so-called art 'cause if that aint me #what is

summer or winter? sumber

day or night? day man

dark, milk, or white chocolate? dark choccy

favorite month? juillet

what is your zodiac sign leoooo

who was the last person you cried in front of? i don't remember the last time i cried probaby my old therapist lol