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sturniqlo · 3 months ago

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KINKTOBER WEEK 4 | ROOM 373- C.S

summary: when not enough rooms were booked ends up leaves y/n and chris sharing a room on their vacation

cw: cursing, brothers best friend trope, SMUT; wet dream, making out, handjob, cum eating

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"this is nice as hell." matt says when they arrived at the hotel they'd be staying at. it was summer now, and both the triplets family and y/n's family always went on a summer vacation together ever since they could remember. "alright, let's get checked in." y/n's mom says. they all walk through the revolving doors and see the tropical vibe that is inside.

"cant wait to take the fattest nap of my life." y/n groans, leaning her head on nicks shoulder. "i agree." nick nods, looking down at her and giggling as she looked really tired. stands of hair had fallen out of her braid, and her lipliner and lipgloss had worn off ages ago.

chris looked over at her and met her gaze for a few seconds before looking away. although they had all been friends for many many years, chris was always her brothers best friend. if chris wasn't with his brothers, he was with him.

the kids, stood in line by their parents as they got handed their key. this year, the parents had splurged a bit and had gotten everyone their own individual room. as y/n got her key, she bolted to the elevators to go to her room to shower and nap. when she entered her room, she opened up her suitcase on the other side of the bed on the floor. she grabbed her toiletries and picked out a sleeping outfit which was just an oversized tee and sleeping shorts.

grabbing her towel, she headed off into the bathroom.

chris was the last one to get his key since his room had a bit of complications since the hotel was fully booked. after he got his key, he took his time into finding his room. when he spotted 373, he tapped the key card and entered the space, closing the door behind him. he dropped his suitcase off by the door and flopped on the bed, closing his eyes.

not even a minute later, he heard some movement in the bathroom. chris got startled and immediately sat up. what the hell. he thought. was he in the wrong room? was someone in the wrong room? the bathroom door opened and y/n came out with wet hair wearing an oversized tee. "chris? what are you doing in here?" she raised an eyebrow, patting her wet hair with her towel. "this is my room, what are you doing here?" chris was relieved that it was y/n and not some stranger.

he caught himself looking at her exposed legs and quickly looked back at her eyes. "what? no it's not." she said, hanging her towel up in the closet space. y/n grabbed her key card off of the night stand and held her hand out. "let me see yours." chris pulled his key card out of his pocket. she sat next to him, too close, and he could smell the sweetness of her shampoo. as he admired her side profile, she spoke up. "they're the same. do you think it was a mistake?" she looked at him.

"i dunno'. don't think so, i took longer because the hotel was fully booked." he shrugged. "i- i mean we could share a room, i won't mind. it's only a week." she said. chris nodded. "i don't mind either."

"well, i'm going to take a nap. please don't be too loud."

two hours later, y/n woke up from her nap and switched on her other side to be met with chris laying on his phone. "hey there, sleepyhead." chris noticed that she was awake. "what time is it?" she asked, yawning. "seven twenty two." he looked at the corner of his phone. she tosses the blanket off of her and sits up, her hair still lightly damped.

chris watched her as she sat up, and putting her slippers on as she made her way to the bathroom. as she entered the bathroom, his eyes wandered down south, seeing the bottom of her shorts ride up. stop it! he thought and shook his head, looking away. chris went back to using his phone trying to the get imagine of the silver if skin that he had seen out of his mind. she was his best friends little sister after all.

a couple of minutes later, she walked out looking more awake. she made her way to her suitcase and threw on a hoodie. "i'm going to the food court, wanna come?" she untucked her hair from the inside of her hoodie. "sure, why not." chris shrugged, putting his phone away and grabbing a key card from the nightstand.

the two of them walked next to eachother down the hall making their way to the elevator. y/n's stomach growled since she was starving. she was thankful that the resort had a food court. when they arrived at the small court, they looked at their options. "what did you want to get?" he looked at her, admiring her facial features. "uhm, probably a burger and some fries, you?" he nodded. "i'll get the same."

they both walked to the burger station and got their food. the food was brought back up to their room. her and chris sat on the bed eating their food as they watched a horror movie on the television. "why the hell would he go out there knowing the killer is there, my fucking god." she said, pointing at the screen. chris laughed, ever since they were kids she'd always made little commentary during movies stating her opinion. that was one of the many things he liked about her.

after the movie had ended, the food long gone. it was nearing ten pm and chris was starting to get sleepy. "i'm going to start getting ready for bed." he said, getting up off of the bed and heading to his suitcase. chris grabbed his toiletries and a change of clothes along with his towel to shower. "alright." she said, scrolling on her phone. y/n on the other hand, was wide awake. the nap she had taken and the food she had eaten, she wasn't going to sleep anytime soon.

soon, chris got out of the shower, his hair wet and he was shirtless. she stared for a couple of seconds before going back to scrolling through her phone. "is it okay if i turn the lights off?" chris hung his towel next to hers. "go ahead." she nodded, laying on her side away from chris. the lights turned off and shortly after she felt the bed dip two feet away from her. "g'night." he yawned. "night, chris." she turned her phone brightness and volume down so he can sleep.

it was now a bit past midnight and she was watching a show on her phone with low volume. chris was still fast asleep and shifted a few times in his sleep, mumbling incoherent words. she giggled ever time it happened because whenever they would have sleepover as kids, he'd always deny that he talked in his sleep.

as she continued watching the movie, she felt chris scoot closer to her and drape his arm over her waist. the sudden movement startled her as is was unexpected. however, she thought nothing of it, he was always a cuddly sleeper.

chris kept mumbling and moving here and there. until, she started to feel something poke her lower back. was he having a wet dream? she paused her movie, maybe she was wrong? chris rocked his hips and bit and whined. shit. she was right.

deep in his sleep, the tension in his pants woke him up. and he found himself cuddled y/n from behind and gently rocking his hips against her. "oh my god, i'm so sorry!" he quickly took his hand off and sat up. she followed, turned the lamp on. "it's okay, chris." she said. "i'm so so sorry, y/n. fuck!" he cursed at himself.

"chris, i said it's okay." she climbed on his lap. he was surprised at what she was doing. hell, even she was surprised at herself. "w- what are you doing?" his hands came up to rest on her hips and she settled herself on his lap. "can i help you? is that okay?." she held his face in her hands, caressing his cheek. "yes, fuck, please do." he nodded, answering her questions.

she brought their lips together in a kiss. chris moaned into the kiss. he had been wanting to do this forever. her arms wrapped around his neck and his hands rubbed against her sides, groaning when she pushed her core against his hard on. y/n pulled away, holding his chin. chris tried to connect his lips back with hers but she pulled away slightly and smirked.

she swore she heard him whine. "let me help you." she let go of his chin, her hand traveling down his chest to the waistband of his sweats. he nodded, giving her permission to pull him out. "words, chris." she looked into his eyes. "yes, yes, please." she giggled at his eagerness. "i'll take good care of you, promise." she leaned down to press a kiss on his neck before she climbed off of his lap and sat on her knees near his thighs.

he pulled his sweats and underwear down a bit and his cock sprung up. "look at you, so hard." she cooed, gently taking him into her hand. he hissed. "fuck." he threw his head back. "so sensitive, i've barely touched you." her hand squeezed him a bit. he groaned. y/n smirked, bringing her thumb up to his slit that's leaking with pre-come.

her hand began to move up and down his length at a faster pace. she was awed at the sight of him. his jaw was slacked, and his head was thrown back against the headboard. "doin' so good f'me, babe." her lips came up to his exposed neck. the pet name only made him harder.

"i want you to come in my hand, alright? want every. single. drop. on my hand. we don't wanna waste a drop, now do we?" she bites the skin on his neck, not hard enough to leave a mark. how would they explain it to everyone tomorrow morning?

"so- so close. don't stop." he gasped, feeling his orgasm build up. she let go of him for a bit and he whined. "baby, wha- why'd you stop?" he says out of breath, lifting his head off of the headboard. she smirked, scooting to sit on his thighs. "patience, chris."

chris looked down at her shirt covered chest and saw her nipples poking her thin shirt. "want me to take it off?" y/n noticed his gaze on her nipples. he nodded. "yes, can- can i?" the ache of his cock very much still there. "go ahead." she smiled, moving a piece of his hair that fell on his forehead.

his hands came to the bottom of her shirt and lifted it over her head. chris' eyes locked onto her exposed chest. he brought his hands up to her tits and gently squeezed them. as he caressed them, her hands were now back on his cock. "yes, fuck, yes!" he groaned. "you like that, yeah? like my hand on your hard cock." she looked into his eyes.

"kiss me, please." he said, bringing his hands from her tits to her neck. she didn't stop the movement of her hands as he pulled her into a kiss. the room was filled with the smacking sound of their lips and her hand on moving up and down his cock.

"so close, shit!" he mumbled into the kiss. "come for me, chris." her hand sped up. "fuck, fuck, fuck!" he chanted, feeling the familiar build up. he couldn't keep up with kissing her, his head falling back against the headboard again. "i'm- shit! i'm cumming! fuck, baby!" his jaw went slack at the intensity of his orgasm.

spurts of his white come dripped down her hand and painted her sternum and his lower belly. "shit-" he twitched as he became sensitive in her hands.

"did so good for me, baby. so good." she smiled, bringing her cum covered finger up to her mouth.

"you even taste good."

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babydollitzel · 7 months ago

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can you please do dating johnny cade hc?

𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐂𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐜’𝐬

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Johnny Cade x Fem!reader (omg I just realized I had written Dallas Winston x reader I’m sorry😭)

warnings/extra; nothing bad in this one but sorry if I did happen to miss something!

˗ˏˋ ꒰ a/n ꒱ ˎˊ˗ sorry this took so long I have cheer practice all week and so far I’ve been taking the fattest naps afterwards 😓and feel free to send requests!

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𐙚 Sassy man apocalypse!!

𐙚 Like he’s lowkey very sarcastic and you’re just baffled afterwards like excuse me??

𐙚 Whenever he has problems at home he always comes to your house, which you let him of course. Your parents don’t mind either, they feel bad and know he’s a good kid

𐙚 Deep talks at the lot >>

𐙚 Talks about you to Ponyboy, all good things of course. He talks about how perfect you are, how he’s so grateful you’re in his life, etc

𐙚 He’s pretty protective of you. Especially with all the socs roaming around.

𐙚 For that reason, he makes sure to hold your hand and walk with you EVERYWHERE you go. Whether you’re going home, to school, to the lot, anywhere

𐙚 When you’re talking to other guys he could get jealous but he mainly feels insecure. Though he tries to hide it by acting tough

𐙚 But he’ll always feel a bit better when you reassure him with some sweet words and a kiss to his bruised cheek

𐙚 Being teased by Dallas and Two-bit all the time

𐙚 He’s not that used to pda since he’s pretty inexperienced with girls so he’s not that comfortable showing affection in public but in private yall are always cuddled up

𐙚 He loves hand holding, and really loves cuddling. He likes resting his head on your shoulder or just having an arm around your waist while yall walk

𐙚 You guys don’t really argue since there really isn’t a reason to

𐙚 Sometimes he can be quiet but other times he likes to ramble about random things

𐙚 He’s actually really good at comforting you. He’d sit by you while you cry or vent and whisper sweet words into your ear

𐙚 Let’s you wear his jacket whenever it gets cold

𐙚 If you like to read then he’d ask you to read to him. You’d be sitting with a book above his head as he has his head laid on your lap

𐙚 Literally obsessed with you. You’re most likely his first girlfriend so he makes sure to treat you like a queen

𐙚 Compliments you A LOT. He always thinks you look and smell good so he definitely makes sure to compliment you on it

𐙚 He likes it when you play with his hair. Like yall are just laying in bed with him laying on your chest as you run your hands through his hair

𐙚 And it feels nice for the both of you too because when his hair isn’t greased it’s SUPER soft

𐙚 Whenever he gets jumped he distances himself from you afterwards because he doesn’t want you to see his injuries and worry

𐙚 But if you do happen to see him you of course do get worried and patch him up. He always tries to reassure you that he’s fine though

𐙚 In general he’s a very sweet boyfriend and he’s just sooo♡

#the outsiders #the outsiders x you #the outsiders x reader #the outsiders fanfiction #johnny cade #johnnycakes #johnny cade x reader

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kleefkruid · 4 months ago

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Okay are you ready for the fosternames? In the end we went with the vegetable names since a Kotelet is a big piece of meat and it really should have some vegetables around it you know, blanced diet

On the left we have the smallest of the bunch Spruitje (Brussels sprout) which fits bc Spruitje is also a term of endearment for a small child. She likes to climb all the way on top of Kotelet to nap so I'll hope she'll be a great lap kitty! She needs a bit more time figuring things out like walking but I think it's because she's smaller en therefore taking her time building mussle.

On the right we have the artist previously known as White Baby, 3 week record holder of the fattest baby award and almost a full 100 grams heavier than his sister. He gets the fitting name of Witloof (chicory, the white kind), another classis Belgian vegetable. He's the only boy of the bunch, always the first to figure something new out and the one that travels the furthest from Kotelet (which she hatesss)

Next up we have the two tabbies with socks, who I just took a quick pic of before their medicine and you can guess who got convinced I was trying to eat her or something. the left one has short back socks and the right one has a bit of a stocking going on, but currently they're very hard to tell apart in pictures so I decided to give them matching names. Say hi to Peeke (r) & Ewrt (l), pekes & ertjes is a regional term for those baby carrots and peas that come together like this.

and lastly we have the solid tabby who henceforth shall be known as Venkel (Fennel) because that's my favorite soup to make and I feel like it fits. Also 'venkelen' sounds like some kind of complaining and she's the one that figured out how to squeek with her full long capacity and then some. We love an opinionated lady here.

#the cutlets #kotelet #kittens #cats #foster kittens

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bryngmemoney · 1 year ago

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✁FASHION FLIRT✃

Megumi Fushiguro x Reader

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Writing in between messages!!

🪡Chapter Fifteen: 8-ball

“You have to show me him!” Yuki exclaimed as you adjusted her outfit, making sure everything fit well. “Well, I could show you a picture, but he’s gonna come in right after you, so you could stay a minute extra.”

You two were referring to Megumi, as Yuki had always been one interested in starting conversation on people’s types. You were no exception. She told you that the reason she did it revealed a lot about the person without them knowing, you could see what she meant to an extent but really only she knew what she was talking about.

“Ooo, like how soon after me?” You looked at the time displayed on your phone, seeing the lock screen show the song you were quietly playing in the background for you and Yuki, as you guys were the only ones around. The numbers at the top read the time 5:50. “Like in ten minutes maybe, he said he’d be here around six.”

You backed up, asking Yuki to spin for you, seeing that everything seemed to fit well. “Does anything feel off?” “No, it’s perfect actually!”

“Great! Well that’s really all, you can go and change again, are you staying for a few?”

“Well I am curious, i’ll stick around with you for a bit.”

6:20, and Megumi was no where to be seen. “Is he running late?” Yuki asked leaning her back against the table while she sat down, facing you who was standing up, peaking out the window of the studio room to see if there was any sign of anyone walking in.

“I don’t know, he hasn’t answered the text I sent him.”

“He usually shows up on time?”

“Most of the time, there was just once where he showed up late, but that’s because of something that was happening.” You turned back to Yuki, checking your phone just once again to see if there was any sign from him. “Like how late?” You placed your phone down, sighing before answering “40 minutes..”

“Oh, wow.”

“He made up for it though!” You defended, “He took me out to dinner, it wasn’t really a date because his friend was there too, but still!” Yuki just hummed seeming amused in your story.

“Okay, i’ll wait another 10 minutes max with you then, but if he still hasn’t responded or shown up, we’re leaving.” You yawned in response, not feeling tired because it was late, but instead because this week had really exhausted you with class work. “Can’t we make it 15?”

“Listen, he’s already done something like this before, and you’re tired, just tell him not to show up and talk it out later, but if I was you i’d go and take the fattest nap ever first.”

Megumi sighed after finally finishing his project presentation for his Photo Seminar class. He really needed to try on this assignment, as his last one wasn’t the best. He didn’t fail, but he wasn’t anywhere near where he wanted or needed to be. Stressing over it he was glad to have finally finished his preparation, feeling a weight being lifted off him that is until he checked the time to be 6:38, then it was replaced with panic, remembering he had promised to meet you around six today. He looked for his phone, only to find it and see a text from you already saying you left 7 minutes ago.

Author’s Note: date with megumi officially planned🗣️‼️

tbh i think beer pong is my favorite imessage game

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rippleclan · 11 months ago

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RippleClan: Moon 27

Graythroat returns to camp with a bleeding tail and stories of a dead fox.

[Image ID: Graythroat stands proud while the text under her reads + CONDITION: BITE WOUND. Fennelspot and Downstar sit together in the upper corner.]

Downstar was not supposed to be so cooperative.

Fennelspot was only a couple moons younger than Downstar, so he vividly remembered how she plagued his apprenticeship; spunky and wild Downpaw would limp into the medicine den with scraps and bruises from her latest misadventure, with Shadowsun sighing behind her. At first, Fennelspot’s mentor Yellowflower gladly treated her, but she was in the medicine den so much, she finally said that young Fennelpaw would treat Downpaw for whatever injury or illness she brought in. It prepared Fennelspot well for being Downstar’s first cleric and for caring for her equally troublesome children.

Fennelspot remembered when Downstar broke a rib not long before he got his full name. No matter how much he insisted she had to rest, she wouldn’t stay in her nest, insisting she could watch over the nursery or guard camp or do whatever it was she thought interesting at the time. That was just her way. Now, though…

Downstar spent most of her time in her den, resting. When Fennelspot entered to check her leg or help her exercise, Downstar listened without fuss. She groomed her leg, kept it still, and took whatever advice Fennelspot gave her without question.

Something was deeply wrong with Downstar.

Fennelspot was deep in his worries as he placed a new splint on Downstar’s leg when suddenly, a manic laugh broke through camp. Both Fennelspot and Downstar’s heads snapped up as the strange laugh drew closer. Fennelspot left Downstar’s den just as others in the camp, in the midst of naps or sharing tongues, looked out of their dens to find the source of the odd sound.

“Hali!” the source of the laugh yowled. “Shadow! You won’t believe it!” Graythroat marched into camp with wild eyes and a tall tail. Foreign blood smeared her muzzle while her own dribbled down her legs from a huge wound on her tail.

“Graythroat, what did you do?” Fennelspot gasped. He ran at Graythroat and forced her to a stop. RippleClan gathered behind him, staring at Graythroat’s bloody face. Halibutdusk and Shadowdrop pushed through the crowd, standing on either side of their sister.

“What did I do?” Graythroat laughed, flicking her tail as though it wasn’t bleeding profusely. “What did I do? Let me tell you, I killed a fox!” She cackled once more, giving Fennelspot just enough time to shove her flank down and pin her tail for a better look at the wound.

“You killed a fox?” Rattlepaw gasped, peeking out from behind Rabbitjoy and Carnationspeckle.

“Gray…” Halibutdusk gulped. The young warrior studied Fennelspot as he groomed the blood around Graythroat’s wound. It was no doubt a fox bite; Fennelspot didn’t know another creature with such a long mouth and sharp punctures. Still, Graythroat must have thrashed her tail hard in the fox’s grasp. There were multiple smaller bites that tore across the skin.

“There I was,” Graythroat said, ducking slightly as though stalking through the forest, “enjoying some time alone, when I see the biggest, fattest, reddest fox I have ever seen in my life, just mouse-lengths from the border!”

“Graythroat, you’ve only ever seen one fox,” Halibutdusk sighed.

“It was outside our territory?” Shadowdrop asked.

“I wasn’t going to let it come in,” Graythroat scoffed. “It was the greatest fight of our generation. Our fangs dug into each other, we tumbled to and through—”

“And you can keep telling the story once I treat your wound!” Fennelspot snapped. “StarClan knows what diseases a fox could have. Medicine den, now.” Graythroat groaned, tilting her head back as far as it could go. Still, she obeyed (with a nudge from Halibutdusk).

As Fennelspot led Graythroat (and most of the Clan) to the medicine den, he caught Downstar’s eyes shining from her den. Fennelspot should have been snapping at her to rest her leg as she made sure Graythroat was okay, or at least question her as to why she would attack a fox who had done nothing wrong. But Downstar was still. She just watched Graythroat bleed. Fennelspot had been aware of Graythroat’s issues for a while, but Downstar…

She scared him.

(Fennelspot: 84, male, cleric, insecure, trusted advisor, incredible runner)

(Downstar: 86, female, leader, adventurous, trusted advisor, very clever)

(Graythroat: 19, female, caretaker, fierce, trusted advisor)

(Rattlepaw: 10, female, artisan apprentice, insecure, plays with prey)

(Halibutdusk: 19, male, warrior, gloomy, great storyteller, clever)

(Shadowdrop: 19, male, codekeeper, sneaky, eloquent speaker, good teacher)

Rattlepaw teaches Carnationspeckle and Oilstripe a special dance in the water.

[Image ID: Rattlepaw waits for Carnationspeckle and Oilstripe as Carnationspeckle says “I’ll dance if she will!” Under Carnationspeckle, it says LEVEL UP! TALENTED SWIMMER -> FISH-LIKE SWIMMER. Under Oilstripe, it says LEVEL UP! GHOST SIGHT -> GHOST SPEAKER.]

(Rattlepaw: 10, female, artisan apprentice, insecure, plays with prey)

(Carnationspeckle: 29, female, caretaker, compassionate, fish-like swimmer)

(Oilstripe: 31, female, historian, charismatic, ghost speaker)

#warrior cats #clangen #rippleclan #warriors #rippleclan story #downstar #oilstripe #rattlepaw #graythroat #fennelspot #halibutdusk #shadowdrop #carnationspeckle

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dandorishipping · 1 year ago

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body pillows are such a godsend i just took the fattest nap of my life with one

#i still need the yone cover for it #very important #but yeah i just passed out so hard wow #ky shut up #my post

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youredreamingofroo · 8 months ago

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2, 7 and 8 for the music asks !! 🫶🏻

AGG THANK YOU BIRDIE ILYY 🫂 time to scour my 800 song playlist...

2: A song that features an element (Earth/fire/water/air)

Idk if it means feature as in the name has an element or in the lyrics... so imma just do the former :3

Origami button in general fucks so hard but this song... it's like... like a drug... Alternatively I could've said "Over the Ocean call" by Lizzy McAlpine :3c

7: A song you know every word to?

I COULD. explode with this prompt. I have SOOO many songs where I've listened to them all day for months... But I'll go with the one that I KNOW I know every word to...

don't get me started.............. this song has rotted my entire shell of body and being since hearing it...........................

8: A song from a soundtrack?

I've never pulled out my favorite far cry 5 soundtrack out so fast in my ENTIREEEE life

this song brings me inner and outer peace, I am a whole new man after listening to this song. Not to mention the nap I took while listening to this soundtrack once was probably the FATTEST and best nap I've ever taken.

#post:music #“music is my passion” and ill take that to my grave. i may not fully understand the lyrics of a song at first-#-but that will NOT stop me from feeling every note. pitch and beat in my soul and core #thank you again birdie for the ask!!! nothing makes me happier than to spread my musical brainrot... 😈#yapping

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rodolfoparras · 10 months ago

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I'm way more than a wee bit prone to happy accidents, I AM the happy accident. The very happy accident.

And I was with my stepmom, she was just walking a lot farther away while I was taking a shortcut through the grass. My puppy really wouldn't be of much help if something did happen to me though, he's a big lover boy.

One time this creepy dude was following me and the whole time I had a really bad feeling in my gut telling me to run but my puppy was just tugging on his leash, trying to go up to the person because he loves people and wants to be pet so he was really slowing me down. I ended up having to pick him up and rush back home because I was so scared, and my gut is usually right so it's not like it was just me being paranoid

Anyways, I'm rambling, sorry. How's your day been?

- ❓

Sugar that sounds so scary I’d be running for the hills too😭😭 but it’s good that you listened to your gut, even if your gut is right or never right don’t give a creepy stranger the benefit of the doubt

I don’t have much of a gut feeling more so anxiety but hey it’s kept me alive for 24 years almost 25!

My day has been good sugar! I didn’t get much sleep yesterday so when I got home today I took the biggest fattest nap and dear god if there’s one thing I love l it’s sleeping😌

#alec answers #❓ anon

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imraespace · 3 months ago

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hello daily chekcin but im late and this is before i lock in on my work i have like an hour and 15 mins left basicallt bc by the time im done this ITS GONNA TAKE ME FOREVER HELPME

IWAS PLANJINGTO DO ONE DURING LUNCH BUTTHEN I LOCKED IN ON CHEM AND WHY THE HELL IS MY TEACHER MAKING EM DO EVERYTHIGB FOR THIS💔💔 WHAYEVER ITSOKAY

umumUM ONE OF MY FRIENDS OR LIKE CLASSMATES IS LIKE ATTACHED TOME BY THE HIP AND LIKE IRS SO WEIRD TO ME BC IM NOT THAT CLOSE W HIM HE BARELT ACC KNOWS ME HES ALWAYS LIEK wsp 🐙 and im like Hello! and we high five IRS SO FUNNY BUT WEIRD BC HE ACTS LIKE AN NPC (ok #rin itoshi u damn lukewarm npcs!!!) HELPME

i wanan go on a horror movie grind when im done my work and i took the fattest nap when igot hoem mueheueh I HOPE MOMI DOESNT GET MAD GANG BUTITSOKAY im gonna rewatch talk to me its honestly so cool a lot of ppl criticized it i think bc idk BUT THE MOVIE WAS SO INTERESTING TO ME SO IM REWATXHUNG 😈😈 hopefulyl i finish my work i will lock in like RIGHT NOW GUYS

OMAY DAILT QUESITONNN IF YOU HAD TO HAVE A 40CM BLUELOCK PLUSH WHO WOULD IT BE BC IM HUGGING MY RIN ONE RN ‼️‼️

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I forgot what I did yesterday HELP school jjst past by and I just came home and I think I was playing wuwa and idk

OH WAIT HELP I READ LUNCH AND I REMEMBERED LUNCHTIMR I was studying for poa I SWEAR I WAS GONNA KNOW EVERYTHING ON THAT PAPER BUT AS SOON AS EVERTONE SAW THE PAPER WE WATCHED WACH OTHER HELP no one fails poa but we have a new teacher and she forces stuff on us and doesn't know what our old teacher taught us so say we learnt something called A we will tell that teacher we learnt A but she will say it's B and change up A into B and it confuses everyone so that's basically was the test we had yesterday and we tried our best! ANS THEN MY SEATMATE CRACKED AND WE DECIDED TO HELP EACH OTHER and it worked out until the last question came and we were both confused so then the cheating started.. SHE PULLED OUT HER PHONE AND FOUND THE SAME TEST ON YOUTUBE AND I WAS GIGGLING BC SHES WATCHING A YT VIDEO INNTYE MIDDLE OF A TEST ANS SHE KEPT HIDING AND PUTTING IT BACK IN HER PICKET BC THE TEACHER WAS STARING AT US AND I WAS STARING AT MY PAPER and TIME WAS GOING AND THAT QUESTION WAS 7 MARKS so she just said f it and pulled out her phone and started writing and I looked on her paper and copied bc yk team work! THEN MY FRIEND BEHIND ME STARTED SHOUTING IN LOWERCASE I WAS LIKE WHO IS SAYING MARA ans I turned and she's like raise up your paper! ans I did YK THIS GIRL WANTED ME TO TAKE A PICTURE ON HER PHONE.. SO SHE WAS PASSING THE PHONE TO BE UNDER THE TABLE ANS MY SEATMATE TOOK MY PAPER FROM MY TABLE AND REST IT ON HER LAP so I can yake a picture but THE TEACHER WAS WATCHING ME SO I KOVED MY HAND FROM UNDER BEHIND ME ANS MY FRIEND LET GO AT THE SAME TIME ANS THE OHONE FELL AND WE ALL STARTED TO GIGGLING AND I COUODNT TAKE IT I RESTED MY HEAD ON THE DESK ANS I TRIED TO HIDE MY GIGGLINGS ANS THE TEACHER DIDNY REACT?? SO I JUST PICKED UP THE PHONE AND SNAP A PIC AND GAVE IT BACK TO HER and handed up my paper..

don't cheat guys it's scary..

WAIT AW THATS kinda cute I used to do that with my bsf when i was like 7 she's 2 years older than me so everything she did I copied say she took some crackers to eat I took some crackers to eat and if she's gonna sleep ill go sleep!

oh wait if yall aren't close then it's odd HELP

NPC IS MAKING ME GIGFLE

I hate horror.. i can't even finish play resident evil 2 everytime I open a door I scream

idk what's talk to me!

YAS LOCK IN AND DONT CHEAT!! I don't cheat.. yesterday was different that was the teacher fault I was scared

PMGAOAMAHWB ILL WANT NAGI!!

#imraesrandom #imraes inbox !#- 🐙anon #imraespace -♡

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justkaat · 5 months ago

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19.8.24 | entry #2

ok ok, so I’ve took the leap and finally went outside, i asked my sister to accompany me and i had a little bit of fun. i also finally bought myself those sandwiches and some diet soda so it’s great. The first thirty minutes or so were good but then my body completely shut down and i almost fainted in the streets, that was humiliating. I go outside so rarely and i never ever do any sport whatsoever, i think my body was just not used to getting so much exercice out of nowhere. The only exercice i do is going up the stairs to get to my room so… it happened the last time i went out too, it was almost a month ago i think. I was so happy to finally got asked out by one my friend but by the end of the day i passed out in the bathroom of a fast food, that was an experience. A little bit traumatising ngl but i think it adds to my character lore hehe ৻( •̀ ᗜ •́ ��) (I’m coping)

I always feel so weird after i go out with someone, no matter who it is. I always come home and start cringing at myself because i remember acting a certain way or saying a certain thing and I’m like “why tf did you say that?” or “why did you not just stfu” its crazy. This time i felt bad for rambling about the henry VIII and Hamilton (the musical) to my sister and i regretted doing that afterwards because i think she wasn’t interested at all and i just bored her out. I dont know why but every time there is a silence that i find uncomfortable i have to fill it with random fact about history or books or anything really. I think most people find this annoying which I can 100% understand, i mean why would you want to talk about WW1 on a sunny afternoon?

Anyway, once home i took the fattest nap ever. I dont even think that was a nap because i went into REM. I was just so tired yk (╥‸╥)?? Every outing tires me out so much, i always feel like I’m going to die but the moment i hit my mattress in the dark its like a phone recharging itself lol. Sunflowers need to turn towards the sun to grow well i need to turn toward my bed to feel better (very veeeryy bad comparison lol). I also had a weird dream about becoming friends with two elderly women on the train, they were so sweet.

Uh what else do i have to say. I tried taking pictures this afternoon but i couldn’t find anything pretty enough. I’m jealous of people who are able to find the beauty in everything and have a camera roll full of aesthetic pictures, i beg y’all to teach my our ways. I think the plan for this week would be to send that stupid email (idk why I’m procrastinating this), go give back and take books from the library and try to mentally get ready for Saturday (I’m supposed to have a picnic, ill try to take some pictures!)

#kats diary #journal entry #diary entry

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tb-gerschutz · 7 months ago

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Chapter Seven

Word Count: 3,220

Trigger Warning(s): drunkenness (if that's what you call it), gr*ping, graphic depictions of violence, mentions of past attempted SA, etc.

Summary: Whiskey and Veronica travel to Oklahoma City, where chaos is bound to erupt...

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Several hours had passed, and Whiskey and I were still on the road. The last time I checked, we were in Springfield, Illinois, which is one of many cities that I’ve never been to. I’ve been to plenty of places—I mean, it seems like it—but there’s still plenty of places that I never got the chance to see with my own eyes.

Whiskey had driven on the road for several hours. I believe it was four, but I did know that he’d been driving since we got out of Cleveland.

“You’d been driving for a while, babe,” I pointed out as we stopped at a gas station to refuel. “You want to switch it up, so I can drive a bit?”

He shook his head. “Nope. I’m okay, sugar.”

“Are you sure?” I asked. “Because I can drive. I’ll just need a soda or somethin’ so my energy can stay up.”

Still, Whiskey was adamant. “I’ll get ya something here once I get this truck refilled, but don’t worry about driving, sugar.”

“You sure?” I asked once more.

“Definitely,” he confirmed. “You’re my passenger princess. It’s your job to just sit back and look pretty.”

“Do you want me to do that now?” I asked.

Whiskey nodded. “Absolutely. Just sit back and hold down the fort, while I go in and get ya something. Anything particular?”

I shook my head back and forth. “I can’t decide between an ICEE and a cold Pepsi. Maybe even some snacks so that we both don’t get hangry.”

He nodded. “Good thinkin’. I’ll get right on that. You hold down the fort and don’t let nobody steal this truck.”

I nodded, giving Whiskey two thumbs up and a bright, wide grin. “You got it, dude!”

It only took five minutes of me sitting in the truck, clenching my fists just in case anyone tried to steal the truck. Luckily, no one did. I apparently looked mean enough. Hey! As long as the truck wasn’t stolen, I could care less about how I looked. Mean, excited, or anything else.

But my internal thoughts quickly disappeared when Whiskey came back out to the truck, with two loaded-to-the-brim plastic bags tightly in his grasp.

“Jesus Christ, Whiskey!” I exclaimed. “Did you buy out the entire gas station?”

He shrugged. “Not quite, Rocky, but I did get us enough snacks and drinks to last us a while.” He started to go through some of the different items he had. “I got you your favorite ICEE, a cold Pepsi straight from the fridge, some pretzels, trail mix…You know, shit like that.”

“It looks like you bought a lot,” I said.

He nodded. “I did buy a lot, mainly because I wanted you to be satisfied.”

“I would’ve been satisfied with an ICEE, cold Pepsi, and maybe something to snack on,” I said.

Whiskey gave me a look as though I was dumb. “Sugar, I know you too damn well. You weren’t gonna be satisfied with just that. That’s why I stocked up.”

I smirked, my dimples clearly showing for Whiskey to see. “What did I do to deserve you?”

He shrugged. “Nothing, sweetheart. We just both patiently waited for the right one, and, well—God sent us to each other.”

“He sure did,” I agreed.

Soon, Whiskey and I were back on the road, becoming paranoid that Balor’s men were following us. Turns out, they weren’t. We just always have that feeling of caution on our shoulders. We’ve had this feeling ever since this manhunt started two years ago. I guess that feeling is bound to become latched onto you for a while when you work in this field.

We’d been traveling for quite some time—about an hour-and-a-half—and it seemed like Whiskey and I would never get through Illinois, so I resorted to taking a nap to replenish my energy. Only about ten minutes into the fattest cat nap of my life, I was woken up with Whiskey’s smooth voice.

“Welcome to Missouri, sugar,” he said cheerfully.

I woke up just in time to pass the Welcome to Missouri sign. “Is this St. Louis?”

“Yep, sugar. It is,” he answered. “I figured we’d just run I-44 all the way into our destination.”

“And where would that be?” I asked.

He thought about it for a bit, framing the words in his mind so carefully as to not sound stupid. “You ever been to Oklahoma before?”

I shook my head back and forth. “Never.”

“Good! ‘Cause we’re going there to hopefully hide out from Balor and his men,” Whiskey said.

One of my eyebrows hooked upward. “What’s it like there?”

“It’s very western-y. It’s like—you’ll know that you’re in Oklahoma,” Whiskey replied. “Old-fashioned, rustic…I think you’ll like it.”

“Is it like Tennessee? With all the country-ness?” I asked.

He nodded. “Oh yeah. Oklahoma’s basically another Tennessee, in my opinion. I mean, it’s not as much a ‘party state’ like Tennessee is, but it’s still pretty cool to visit.”

“Well, I can’t wait to get there,” I said hopefully.

“Don’t worry, sugar. You’re gonna love it there,” Whiskey said, keeping one hand on the wheel. “Line dancin’, lots of bars…It’s all about having a good time there.”

I chuckled, thinking Whiskey was absolutely crazy. “Babe, the only thing I need to have a good time is you. We could be in the shittiest shit hole known to man, but as long as you’re there—I’ll live with it.”

He smiled after accepting the fact that he’s stuck with me for a long time. “God, sugar.”

“What? Did I do something wrong?” I asked.

He shot a quick glance in my direction before refocusing on the road ahead. “No! Of course not, sugar. You didn’t do anything wrong. I’m just—just thinking to myself.”

“About what?” I asked, interrogating Whiskey.

“About how amazing you are,” he said. “I can’t believe I managed to snag a woman so hot and yet so much like a firecracker. It’s like a two-for-one package!”

I nodded, being satisfied with his answer. On the one hand, I was beyond satisfied with that answer. On the other hand, however, there was a deep voice inside of me that was saying something else. Like it was telling me something that might happen in the near future. What it was…I don’t know. All I know is that it gave me butterflies, so he did his job very well.

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After traveling for an eternity, Whiskey and I had finally arrived in Oklahoma City, a large city that was bustling with plenty of chaos and wonder. Even though Whiskey said that it was a lot like Tennessee, it sure didn’t look like it. It looked entirely different. Like it was in its own unique world. Nonetheless, it still made me shocked with how amazing it was.

“Where are we going from here, Whiskey?” I asked.

He glanced over to me, grinning from ear to ear. “Only to a place that I love to visit.”

“A bar! You love bars as long as they have the good stuff,” I guessed.

He chuckled at the truthful thought. “True, but there’s a little more to that. Don’t you worry, sugar. We’re almost there, so you’ll see it soon.”

Sure enough, Whiskey and I ended up arriving at one of his favorite places only a little bit after he mentioned it. “Welcome to Stockyards City, sugar,” he said with a big smile on his face.

“Stockyards City? It’s a city within Oklahoma City?” I asked, not being too familiar with this particular place.

“No, no, no. It’s nothing like that,” Whiskey explained. “It’s basically a big, well-known region within the city. Think about the Bronx in New York. It’s not a city, but it’s a region. One of many, I should say. Stockyards City is almost the same thing.”

One of my eyebrows hooked upward. “Almost?”

He nodded. “Yeah. Consider it a big-ass landmark.”

“Got it!” I said excitedly as I finally understood what Whiskey was saying, all because he spoke in terms I knew so very well.

Apparently, one of my assumptions from earlier came true. How did I know? Well, Whiskey ended up pulling up to what looked like a bar. One of many here within the city. But this bar, in particular, was called simply—”Sooners”. Maybe it was because Oklahoma’s only mildly successful football team was a college team.

Sorry, sorry. I got a bit too excited badmouthing sports teams other than the ones in Tennessee. It’s just in my blood. It’s just how I was raised. My daddy and momma always did that, so naturally, it’s what I do too.

“Don’t worry, sugar,” Whiskey reassured. “You’re gonna love it here.”

So we strolled into this bar as confident as can be, even though I didn’t know anyone there. Luckily, I had my faithful boyfriend Whiskey as a bodyguard, so he’ll do anything to protect me from any of the creeps that have a chance of bothering the two of us. We went straight up to the bar, while Whiskey kept a firm hold of my hand.

I could’ve melted right then and there, but I didn’t.

“Hey, bartender,” Whiskey said confidently as if he knew him.

And apparently, the bartender knew Whiskey. “Well, well, well. Back again, Whiskey? Tell me. Where were you adventurin’ to this time?”

Whiskey shrugged. “Cross-country trip with my fine-ass girl here.”

The bartender shot a glance at me and was quite impressed, even though I had a resting bitch face that could kill anyone. “Well, Whiskey. You’re a lucky man. Lucky, lucky man.”

Whiskey then shot a glance over to me, staring deep through my soul. “Yep. I sure am. She’s the best thing that could’ve ever happened to me.”

“I’m happy for ya, man,” the bartender said. “It’s been a long time.”

“It sure has,” Whiskey answered.

I took my seat next to Whiskey and decided that I was thirsty enough to order for myself. “Hey, bartender. Can I get some of your finest Oklahoma whiskey on the rocks?”

The bartender nodded. “You got it, lil’ lady! Want the same thing, Whiskey?”

“Sure! Why the hell not,” Whiskey replied. “You only live once, ya know?”

“You’re right. You’re right,” the bartender said, cracking open a bottle of whiskey and pouring it into a couple of glasses. “So where are you two travelin’ from?”

“Cleveland, Ohio,” I said. “Caught a Titans game up there. It was worth the long drive up.”

The bartender laughed, nodding while doing so. “Long drive? Where were y’all coming from?”

“Chattanooga. Right there in Tennessee,” Whiskey said. “We were visiting her family for Thanksgiving.”

“Yeah. He met my family for the first time down there,” I added on.

The bartender stood on the other side, becoming quite interested in what we had to tell. “Really? How nice. Now, you gotta tell me. How crazy are they?”

Then, he realized that it was probably a mistake to say such a thing. “Of course, I don’t mean that out of ill will or anything.”

“Trust me, pal. It’s okay,” I reassured him. “I—I’ve come to accept it already.”

“I’m glad you did,” he responded in agreement. “Sometimes, family can drive you nuts.”

I laughed. “Well, now, I drive them nuts!”

“What do you mean by that?” the bartender asked, promptly getting us another round of drinks.

Whiskey joined back in on the conversation. “She’s made it quite clear that she’s the ‘queen of crazy’, and that no one can take that title away from her.”

“Ah,” the bartender said.

“But don’t worry. I love her with everything I have,” Whiskey added on. “Actually, I kinda like a girl who can be a little crazy.”

I sharply turned my head toward Whiskey. “And yet, sometimes, you call me unhinged.”

Whiskey let a soft chuckle escape from the tip of his tongue. “Yep. I sure do. But that’s what I love about ya. You always keep me on my toes—and in check.”

“Yep. I sure do,” I answered.

As Whiskey and I sipped on our drinks, the radio played one song that I remembered. One song that I could’ve sworn I heard before. But it was a toe-tapping song. I’ll give it that.

“What’s this song playin’ on the radio?” I asked. “I swear I heard it before.”

The bartender turned his ear toward one speaker and listened. And after a while, something clicked in his head as if he recognized the song. “Oh! I know this song. You ever seen True Blood?”

I shrugged. “Maybe a couple episodes. Never really got into it.”

“This song, called Bad Things, is the theme from that show,” the bartender mentioned.

That’s when I started to remember the song and quietly sing along to it. “Come to think of it. I do remember this. It’s been a while since I heard it, though.”

“Glad you remember fondly of it, sugar,” Whiskey said.

After a while, Whiskey and I were feeling pretty good about ourselves. And we weren’t even tipsy! We just had enough energy to get up and join in on the line dancing that was going on.

It was a song that I knew well, but apparently, there was a certain dance to go along with it. It’s a good thing Whiskey knew it well because I sure as hell didn’t.

“I don’t know this dance,” I said to Whiskey as I adjusted the cowgirl hat on my head.

“Don’t worry, sugar. Just vibe with the music and follow me,” Whiskey said confidently. “It’ll be fun.”

So Whiskey and I joined in on the line dancing among several partygoers, some of which were either tipsy or full-blown drunk. I decided not to focus on that. Rather, I focused on dancing and having a good time with Whiskey.

And surprisingly, I was keeping up with the choreography very well. Better than I expected.

Whilst Whiskey and I continued to line dance and overall have a good time, the mood suddenly changed when I felt something latch onto my ass. This feeling wasn’t like a brush, no. It was a feeling of somebody coming up and either slapping or grabbing my ass—and it was a feeling I didn’t like at all.

Once I whipped around, there I saw him. It was a man—a decently muscular man—who was more than likely drunk out of his mind. He had light-brown eyes and hair as dark as the night shadows, and it made him look like someone I knew. Someone I’d known in my past. Still, this guy needed to get his comeuppance.

“Hey! What the hell?” I exclaimed.

“That’s a nice ass you got there, lil’ la—lady,” the man said with slurred words.

Whiskey then caught wind of what was going on and decided to jump in on the conversation. “Yeah, and that ass is mi—”

“Don’t worry, babe,” I interrupted, raising my hand to keep Whiskey quiet.

I turned back to the drunk man, whose eyes were glossy and whose mouth was open just slightly. He was swaying back and forth as though he was about to fall over, and I was surprised he hadn’t fallen over yet.

“You can’t just come up to me and grab my ass like that,” I said. “Unfortunately for you, I’m taken, so I ain’t shakin’ this ass for people like you.”

He took a bit to respond, but when he did, he became significantly more belligerent than before. “Well, you beh-ter shake that ass for me ‘cause it’s sooooo fine.”

“No, I’m not doing it for you,” I said, “because you’re drunk. So drunk you can barely stand.”

“Man, you high on somethin’ because I’m not drunk,” the man said. “You’re being ridicu-lush. I ain’t—ain’t dru—drunk.”

I stood firm in my place, my arms folded tightly across my chest and my knee popped out to the side. “Bullshit. I could smell the alcohol. It’s like you practically bathed in it.”

“Boy, you’re soo close to gerring yer ass kicked,” he said as he stumbled once more. “I c—c—can kick yer ass in a hearrbeat.”

I held out my arms toward my sides, allowing myself to become completely vulnerable. “Well, if you’re so high and mighty, then go on. Take your shot, asshole.”

The man tried once again to grab my ass, but this time, he also tried to grab at my chest. Obviously, I didn’t let this slide. As soon as I pushed both his arms out of the way, I used my right fist to punch this man right on the nose, breaking it and making it bleed profusely. I was surprised that I wasn’t shaking my hand afterward from the pain.

“Damn!” Whiskey exclaimed. “How are you not shakin’ that hand in pain right now?”

I shrugged, still bewildered by what just happened. “Let’s just say I’ve put a lot of people in check over the years.”

“How many people have you punched?” Whiskey asked in disbelief.

I had to think about it for a hot minute because the number was too big to remember all those instances. “Way too many to count.”

“No wonder,” Whiskey responded, as he and I ventured outside back to the truck.

“Yeah. I’ve punched so many people that I’ve practically become used to it,” I said. “Daddy said the Crawford family line all had iron fists, meaning that our fists were practically indestructible. Mind you, he gave me this conversation after a little visit to the principal’s office in my freshman year of high school.”

One of Whiskey’s eyebrows hooked upward. “Hmm. Someone’s been a bad girl?”

“Well, the principal thought I was. But I wasn’t. I was perfectly innocent,” I said. “I had to visit the office when one of the popular guys at my school tried to grope me beneath the bleachers. I told him to stop, and he didn’t. So—I put ‘im in his place.”

“And the principal thought you were in the wrong for fighting?” Whiskey asked.

I nodded. “Yeah, so the principal told me to call one of my parents. I, of course, called my daddy because he’s the type of guy to put people into their place. Momma’s just there in case Daddy gets incapacitated. Anyway, so when my daddy came in and found out what was going on, he ripped the principal apart for his actions.”

“What happened next?” Whiskey questioned.

“Well, I was there in the room. One of the rare instances where my daddy taught me how to stand up to people and put them in their place,” I said. “Afterward, I was sent home for the day while they sorted everything out. Daddy said I wasn’t in trouble, so he took me out for ice cream because he was just so damn proud of me.”

“I hope it all worked out,” he said.

I nodded. “It did. I didn’t get any repercussions, and the boy who tried to grope me was suspended for a week. And the fact that the football team lost and didn’t make it further into the playoffs because of this guy’s suspension makes the situation much more hilarious.”

Whiskey was laughing so hard that we didn’t even drive off yet. He had to take a few moments to laugh at the hilarity of the situation. “Karma, bitch!” he said through fits of laughter.

“Exactly!” I said back. “That’s what I said.”

And so Whiskey and I drove off for the next phase in our adventure in Oklahoma City. But little did I know that the person I punched was someone that played a key role in the fight against Balor…

#creative writing #pedro pascal fanfiction #writers on tumblr #writerscommunity #fanfiction #pedro pascal #agent whiskey

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sanctifiedtongues · 2 years ago

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my biggest temptation every day is to take a nap and then just stay asleep for the rest of the day

#txt #just took the fattest nap and had a dream about traveling to a certain universe then fighting in a war #this is cringe but i was like valkyrie in that one scene riding a pegasus it was sooo cool

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movedtolilmouzee · 2 years ago

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𝘈𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 "𝘐'𝘮 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘰" 𝘪𝘴

𝘊𝘩𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘺𝘶, 𝘋𝘳𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘯, 𝘔𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘺, 𝘙𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘶, 𝘙𝘢𝘯

𝘐 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 200 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘺𝘢𝘺!

Chifuyu was so so happy when you asked him to show you what his photo was. He stumbled to unlock his phone and grt to his camera roll to show you his photo. He has the biggest smile on his face as he tells you about how much he wanted to marry you the moment he saw you stop to pet the cat.

Draken was so confused and took awhile before he found a photo in his camera roll that he really wanted to show you. His reasoning was that you look so pretty when your concentrated and so caught up in your work, draken can't help but fall deeper in love.

Mikey immediately showed you this photos without any hesitation, the fattest smile on his face almost like a golden retriever. His explanation for the photo was that he adores how much of a foodie you are like him and always down to get food, late at night or early in the morning

Rindou just rolled his eyes and said he didn't have one because in his mind he hadn't actually had a photo like this, until he found this photo. He said it was because of how he loved that you put him before anything else.

Ran has a million photos that he could show you but he choose this one, it took him awhile but he found it. His reason was how you always looked so pretty, even when doing something so simple. It was also because you decided to nap instead of being mad at ran.

#mouzees corner #tokyo revengers #haitani brothers #ran haitani #rindou haitani #mikey sano #draken ryuguji #chifuyu matsuno #chifuyu headcanons #mikey headcanon #ran headcanons #rindou headcanons #draken headcanons #mikey fluff #draken fluff #chifuyu fluff #ran fluff #rindou fluff

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enhasfever · 3 years ago

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𝑌𝑂𝑈𝑅 𝑆𝑂𝑁𝐺

➪ pairing: enhypen x gn!reader

➪ genre(s): fluff

➪ tw: none

➪ wc: 1.0k

➪ in which you and your boyfriend have that one special song that never fails to make you feel complete.

➪ a/n: aka this is just a reason for me to assign some of my favorite songs to some of my favorite boys. c:

➪ heeseung - melatonin by jacob bae

you two have made it a habit to play this song as you're getting ready for bed, although you sneakily turn it down at some point so you can hear heeseung singing to the lyrics above the actual song. you love jacob's vocals, but nothing can compare to the heavenly voice your boyfriend possesses. heeseung especially loves to sing this song to you after you've had a stressful day and need to wind down with some snuggles and a nap. he'll brush his fingers through your hair and let you curl up in his lap until you've fallen asleep and he's left sitting there with the most lovestruck smile on his face as he finishes the song. he loves the crazy and hectic life he gets to live as an idol, but he's always thankful that he has you to come back home to and feel at ease with by simply being in your presence. in his eyes, there is nothing else in the world but you when you're next to him.

➪ jay - bambi by baekhyun

honestly this song is such a vibe, it's permanently on both of your playlists. from the moment you two met, it felt like an absolute dream. you instantly clicked and it took little to no time for attraction to blossom between you two. being an idol comes with its perks as well as its drawbacks, one of those being the fact that it's hard for him to date in the industry he's in. so when he found you, he could hardly even believe you were real; you were practically made for him and vice versa. he looks at you with starry eyes and he does anything and everything in his power to see you as often as he can, even if that means stealing jake's phone to facetime you between shootings for five minutes. it's safe to say he's absolutely whipped for you, but in all honesty you're whipped for him, too.

➪ jake - paint me naked by ten

okay to be completely honest, you played this song nonstop when it came out solely because you have the fattest crush on ten. who doesn't? eventually you'd played it so often that it became permanently etched into jake's brain and he couldn't stop himself from humming it at random times during the day. it drove him absolutely insane. but when he starts missing you during long schedules and promotions, he finds himself listening to the song on repeat because it reminds him of you. he pictures you crazily dancing around your apartment and shouting the lyrics passionately into your makeshift microphone aka your spoon and instantly becomes a mess of smiles and soft laughs. of course, he'd never tell you any of this because he can barely tolerate the 15 times you blast the song in a day.

➪ sunghoon - fever by enhypen

if there's one thing you love doing, it's supporting your boyfriend and his music. it really came as no surprise to either of you when you officially declared fever to be your couple song after only listening to the first harmonizing vocals at the beginning. it really has no correlation to how your relationship actually is like, but it's too good of a song to not claim it. you made sunghoon teach you the choreo to the entire song which took many long and excruciating weeks, but after finally getting it down you were doing the hand movements all over the dorm with ease. you play the song when you think you're alone in the dorm only to turn around at some point to find sunghoon playfully mocking your dancing skills to which you threaten him by dancing more aggressively than before.

➪ sunoo - bloom bloom by the boyz

you both know the cutesy moves that go along with the chorus by heart and proceed to leap out of your seats to passionately dance to it any time the song comes on no matter where you are at the time. new is your collective spirit animal. after obviously nailing the chorus, you then proceed to dance around aimlessly together until you're laying on the floor laughing breathlessly. you tend to listen to the song together when one or both of you need a mood lift because it's nearly impossible to listen to it and not feel joy inside. it's such a sweet and pure song that perfectly matches yours and sunoo's relationship.

➪ jungwon - puzzle piece by nct dream

you started out listening to the song quite often after their reload album came out because of its calming and mellow sound and you loved it before you had even met jungwon. it wasn't until a few months after you'd started dating that you realized just how much more you resonated with the song now that you'd found him. you could never help the giddy smile that grew on your lips from then on each time the song played and eventually you couldn't contain yourself any longer. you sent the song to jungwon one day while you were missing him particularly more than usual and let him know that the song reminded you of him. fast forward to present day and now jungwon has made it his daily mission to serenade you with the song at least once per day, even if he can only manage to get out a small snippet before he has to go again. because you are his missing puzzle piece, too.

➪ niki - inception by ateez

it's a bop and a half, both of you jam to this song daily. it started out with it playing during one of his group's jam sessions and you frantically blew up his phone with texts screaming about how much you loved the song and the group. it turned out that you ended up teaching him the choreography for once and he adored how happy and confident you became while teaching him. sometimes he pretends to forget a move just so he can watch you pop up from your spot and effortlessly show him how it's done. he feels so proud watching you get in your element and he plays the song frequently just to get to see you out dance him for once. but don't get too comfortable, this is your only exception.

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