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Y/n.Hughes back to back parties are not the move
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Dylanduke25 You did well soldier๐ซก
User2 the last pic ๐ฅธ
Y/n.Hughes ๐คซ
Edwards.73 Party rockers in the house tonight
User4 Wait jacks there?
Seamuscasey26 Try to keep up
Y/n.Hughes Iโm trying!
User6 Girl start tagging people please ๐๐ป
Mackie.samo letโs get twisted ๐๐
User5 do you have any girl friends
Y/n.Hughes Yeah but Iโd rather them not get attacked by random people online tbh
User5 valid
User9 Everyone looks so good ๐คค๐ตโ๐ซ
_quinnhughes stay hydrated
Y/n.Hughes yes sir ๐ซก
Markestapa Live laugh love
Jackhughes I should be the first pic not the third
Y/n.Hughes Canโt be picked first for everything
Jackhughes Yeah I can
User1 okay but like Ethan looks hella good
Mbeniers10 Bunch of studs
Lhughes_06 I didnโt even make the post
Luca.fantilli canโt relate ๐คด
Taglist: @calesmaker @huggybearluvr @daveyjoneshat @jayda12 @sweetestdesire @dasiysthings @kiarabellerum31
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Chapter 23
Y/n pov:-2 months- "y/nnnnn" "yes ramos" "is it moving month" "i guess it is" "cool let me finlize things" "alright babe" oh my gosh WERE MOVING TO A MASION its just like two weeks ago we just moved into together now were moving to a masion "ok we should start paking now" "ok let me call people" "ok"
Mi nombre es Alexander Hamilton
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย Can yall help us move
Jazzy poo bear๐ญ๐๐๐โผ๏ธ๐๏ธ๐ง๐ผโโ๏ธ๐ซถ๐พ๐คญ๐ถ๐ฃ๏ธ๐ชโ
๐๐๐พ๐ฉท๐๐ฆ๐ฟ๐๐พ๐โ๐ฅ๐๐ฆ๐พ๐๐นโ๏ธ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฝ:ofc bbg
Pippy poo๐๐ฅนโบ๏ธ๐๐
๐๐๐๐๐๐คฃ๐๐๐ฅฒ๐:yeah
Mommy nรจa(not dirty๐)๐๐๐๐ค๐๐๐๐๐๐๐คช๐ฅธ๐ฅฐ๐๐คจ๐คฉ๐๐๐ง๐ฅณ:im not busy
Loser Leslie ๐คซ๐๐๐ฒ๐ซ ๐ซค๐ฏ๐ฅฑ๐คฅ๐๐ฆ๐ด๐ตโ๐ซ๐ถ๐ซจ๐ง๐คค๐ค๐ซฅ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ช๐ฅด:after i hit the gym
Weird David ๐ฎโ๐จ๐คข๐ค๐น๐ต๐คฎ๐ค๐บ๐ตโ๐ซ๐คง๐ค ๐คก๐ค๐ท๐๐ฉ๐ฅด๐ค๐ฟ๐ป๐ค:yeah lemme ask emmy
ThEy DiDnT sAy I CoUlDnT sIng ๐ค๐พ๐ค๐พโ๐พ๐ค๐พ๐๐พ๐ค๐พ๐ซฐ๐พ๐ค๐พ๐๐พ๐ซท๐พ๐ค๐พ๐ซณ๐พ๐๐พ๐ซธ๐พ๐ค๐พ๐ซด๐พโ๐พ๐ค๐พ๐๐พ๐๐ป:yeah but im taking back the stuff i let you borrow ๐๐๐๐๐พ๐
Oakyyyyy the unfuckable tree๐๐พ๐ค๐พ๐ซฒ๐พโ๐พ๐๐พ๐๐พ๐ซฑ๐พ๐๐พ๐๐พ๐๐พ๐ช๐พ๐ซต๐พโ๐พ๐๐พ๐ฆพ๐ฆถ๐พโ๐พ๐ค๐พ๐๐พ๐ฆต๐พ:k sis
My mannn๐๐๐ผ๐ซถ๐พโ ๏ธ๐บ๐ฝ๐คฒ๐พ๐ฝ๐ธ๐๐๐พ๐พ๐น๐ฟ๐๐พ๐ค๐ป๐พ๐๐พ:thank yall
"Y/n lets pack up your room first" "ok be careful with the posters"
"Ok im going to take down the leaves first" "my room better be so big" "it will be" i carefully take down the leaves" i started take down her lights down but like always i hear a knock at the door" "hey yall" "im so proud yall came as one instead of yall coming at different times and me stopping what im doing" "yeah yeah wheres baby" "esta aqui" "hola como estas" "bien y tรบ" "bien bien" "y la bebe" "la bebe es normal" "bien bien" "tu nescito ayuda" "si el boxes" "alright" "jazz your Spanish really improved" "check number 1 on duolingo bitch" jazz gives me her phone and i just see. 'Y/ns wife jazzy jones๐๐๐๐พ๐๐๐ฅซโข๏ธโฅ๏ธ๐๐โจ๐คง๐ผ๐๐โ
โค๏ธโ๏ธ๐โ๐ฑ๐๐ฌ๐๐๐จโฌ๐ซตโ๐๐๐' what the hell is with girls and em emojis "go help ya wife with her room" "sure bud" "mi esposaaaaaa"
Anthony pov:"ill take down my own room guys help me"
I took the guitars and put them in their cases in a big box. "Oak" "what" "take this to the van" "sure" "cool" then did the same for the albums "daveed can you do the same" "mhm" "thanks bro" "Lin can you take the little stuff I'll break down the bed" "yeah" I start to break down my bed I was bent over and my ass was smacked "WHAT THE HELL" "it was nice firm to" y/n says while licking her lips and winking "is you even finished packing" "my rooms just as packed as them abs" "what are you talking about we finished" jazzy remarked "you a hater and you know you a hater" "sure is and do" (a/n:๐) "jazzy stop and take these to the car" "what ever" jazzy did.we finished packaging surprisingly its not hard to pack up apartment we load the boxes lin took the baby to our new house because we had to drive the u-hual truck to the new house "its so big" she mutters "relateble" "shut the hell up" i side eye her "im sorry im just stressed i guess i dont know"its good" we find her way to her 'im mad at you room' "let me decorate then we can decorate our room"
-25 minutes later-
"Your turn" "alright"
"We have knack for the similarities in life"
"We ate that" "word"
(More pictures next chapter) "we'll finish tomorrow" "how are y'all this close today" oak ask "you no se" "i love y'all see you guys tomorrow" "bye" "let's sleep" "first time together" "yes sir" "thank you ant"
Y/n pov (again): jazzy runs in yelling "MI ESPOSA" and there is not much to say because we just gossiped Hollywood gossip and decorate my room then I went to talk to ant then she made fun of him as always and yeah
Thankz for 541 on the first book๐
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what does babygirl mean? why do people call their favs babygirl? like why babygirl and not something else? what is it's purpose or meaning in this case?
I actually just found out about it recently ๐ญ but itโs the most funniest thing- imagine like all these big strong people and theyโre called babygirl๐ I sort of have the basic premise of what it is but just to get a clearer idea I ventured onto urban dictionary
The first one I feel was made for tumblr LOLLL
And HELP THE SECOND SC PERSON 2๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ whyโre they sounding like some pretentious person ๐ like yes I do in fact view zhongli as having an immaculate degree of babygirl dont you agree sir Bartholomew?๐ฅธ๐ฉ๐ซฐ๐
The guy in question ๐^^
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Interesting tell crow-ing
10th mei we had a sir or mtlb vo fun type teacher hote haina vaise young hai vo class mei bakchodi krate the movies shows ki baate krte the and stuff and now my closest friend is dating him he teaches her a core subject!!!!!
BHAI VO TEACHER KO DATE KR RHI HAI JINSE AGE DIFFERENCE 15 SAAL HAI PLUS VO MINOR HAI BHNCHDD๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ
I told her ki ye bhot ajeeb hai plus i donโt think shi hai aur agr pta chla toh he will lose his job and all aur apna sooch ghr pr kya hoga
SHE FUCKING SAID PR YAAR HE IS SOO NICE๐ฅธ๐ฅธ
๐ฅธ๐ฅธ๐๐๐๐๐๐
Bhai sahab๐๐๐๐๐
Ye aajkl turned chl rha kya?Har dusre school k teacher- student loge story chle re?
And this is so messed up bhai๐
Usko bolo get a pet,nice to vo bhi hota h๐คกโฟ
Atleast dhang ka logic to de,he is so nice kya hota h ๐ญโฟโฟ๐คก
Daring bno but itna bhi nhi๐๐งโโ๏ธ
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My favorite emojis (and ones that keep disappearing from my phone as of late)
In no particular order:
๐ฉท (My fav color, and shade)
๐ฉต (very pretty light blue)
๐ฉถ (love the grey heart, good for dying love analogy)
๐คญ (I love gossip)
๐ซฅ (I have social anxiety, v good for analogies)
๐ซข (refers to the hand over mouth meme) ((๐ฒ๐ซข))
๐คซ (I am a gossip and sneaky)
๐ค (keep quiet about my sneaky)
๐ฅด (I like to be goofy sometimes)
๐ฅน (I am sensitive)
๐ฅฒ (sometimes for irony, sometimes unironically)
๐ถโ๐ซ๏ธ (re: I am sneaky)
๐ซ (sometimes, you feel like melting)
๐ซก (sarcastic 'sir-yes-sir')
๐ฅธ (re: re: I am sneaky)
๐ซจ (I am shookith)
๐ตโ๐ซ (re: I am shookith)
๐ฎโ๐จ (frustrating)
๐ (I like the blue heart, means no hetro)
๐ค (after the end of every question) ((yes it makes the gc annoyed))
๐ค (happy for someone else)
๐ฅฑ (Tired)
๐ช (Sleepy)
๐คค (Hungry)
๐คจ (when you have no idea how to respond, but what to show what you're feeling)
๐ง (re: 4x I am sneaky, and follow with: I am lurking)
๐คฏ (Mind Blown)
๐ฒ (re: I am shookith, also the meme from earlier) ((๐ฒ๐ซข))
๐ต (re: 4x I am shookith, sometimes the amount of shookith differs)
โค๏ธโ๐ฉน (my heart gets sad sometimes)
โค๏ธโ๐ฅ (my heart gets ANGRY sometimes) ((I know that's not what it means, but that's what I choose to use it as))
โฃ๏ธ (sometimes, you be bleeding love)
๐ (this is one of my fav emojis unironically)
๐ (I use this emoji all the time)
๐ (how to show my love is sparkling today)
๐ (my second favorite emoji of all time)
๐ (obvs)
โจ (I like sparkling)
๐ฆ (re: 5x I am sneaky, also I think foxes are cool)
๐ซ (donkey kick, need I say more? ๐ค)
๐ฆซ (ppl say I look like a beaver ๐ญ) ((I stand by it))
๐ฆฆ (my family likes otters, so I text one to them sometimes)
๐ชฝ (wings, idk I just use em sometimes)
๐ชถ (1 killigram of steel vs 1 killigram of feathers) ((iykyk))
๐ฆ (I have birds, I use this emoji to refer to them)
๐ฆโโฌ (fun funky little guy)
๐ฆค (reminds me of ice age, top ten funniest birds to quote from the movie) ((the LaSt MeLoN))
๐ฆข (to express how enraged I am feeling in the moment)
๐ฆฉ(pretty pink bird)
๐ฆญ (I love seals, my great grandma always wore a seal necklace that my mom now has, v pretty)
๐ชผ (I like jellyfish)
๐ชธ (coral is pretty to look at, I like the emoji)
๐ (I like ladybugs, I am also a lady, and I like to bug, hence: the ladybug)
๐ (I love strawberries, my favorite fruit)
๐ (I hate cherries, one of my least favorite fruits)
๐ (my nickname)
๐ซ (my mom's favorite fruit, I use this emoji to ask if she wants any)
๐ซ (I use ginger root to make ginger limeade, so I will text this as a last minute addition to the groceries list)
๐ซ (me and the boys at 2am looking for BEANS) ((iykyk))
๐ (I like burgers)
๐ง (even though I am lactose intolerant, I will NEVER give up on cheese)
๐ (re: I like burgers) ((you can't have a burger without fries))
๐ฎ (I like tacos)
๐ฏ (I like burritos, one of my favorite foods)
๐ฐ (I like strawberry cake, one of my favorite cake flavors)
๐ฏ (I like honey, add it to my beverages)
๐ง (I like boba tea)
๐ซ (I like jars)
๐ซ (sometimes, in outta juice) ((literally and metaphorically))
๐งญ (I, too, own a compus unironically)
๐ (I like to celebrate)
๐ (re: I like to celebrate)
๐ (re: re: I like to celebrate, also I like bows)
๐ชฉ (I like disco music, if I wasn't so bad at roller skating I would go to a roller rink all the time in 70's attire and live out my fantasies, but alas)
๐ฏ๏ธ(I like candles)
๐ ( I like makeup, not just on myself, other girls too) ((I am a lesbian, if that wasn't obvious))
๐ (I like heels, not just on myself, others too) ((re: I am a lesbian))
๐ (I have a small pink change purse just like this one irl)
๐ (reminds me of a love letter, I like this emoji)
๐ (I love lipstick print everything, tattoos, pattern, everything) ((re: re: I am a lesbian))
๐ณ๏ธโโง๏ธ (trans rights are human rights, duh)
๐ณ๏ธโ๐ (obvs)
That's the end of my emoji tour. Hope you enjoyed. ๐
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Signals Lost - I
Photo Edits/Graphics/Page Breaks by me. Gifs as credited.
Signals Lost: Sy x Reader
Synopsis: Set at the start of the Iraq war, and the years that follow. Y/N (Reader) and Captain Syverson meet on base as he trains for a new role in the military.
Warnings: 18+ Angst/Romance/Smut: (Update as I go) Slowburn, misogyny, swearing, drinking, smoking.
A/N: I've been sitting on this one for a while, um'ing and ahh'ing over whether I should publish. My first series so please be kind, like, reblog etc. Feedback is always appreciated! I am but a wee Sy fan with big ideas for his character.
Do not steal, do not re-post to external sites or claim as own.
Disclaimer: Not Betaโd, all mistakes are my own. Details of military life from personal experience not fact. I do not own any rights to Captain Syverson/Sandcastle.
Feedback and commentary are appreciated, enjoy BBZ. Saff x ๐ฅธโ๏ธ
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I - September 9th, 2002:
The droning of your strained car engine blends with the booming pop beat coming through the old blown-out speakers. Indicating right onto the quiet motorway, you wind the window down to alleviate the late summer heat. Allowing your hair to whip around your face you can feel the cool lick as the wind finds the sweat at your hairline. Switching into 4th and pulling into the stream of traffic you turn your indicator back up and settle in for the next 20 odd miles of countryside. The sun sags heavily, looming over the wide horizon blanketing the expanse of flat fields. In the distance, a huddled group of hangers and buildings reveal your destination, a town rising in a wispy haze of heat blooms.
Living in the middle of bumfuck nowhere has its benefits, a sense of happy isolation from the world - but desperately boring at times. You think of your friends you left school with, happily married with children, the continual drip of dull, domestic life. But you are happy, at least this summer had been a happy one. Since graduating from Uni youโd made an effort to be more sociable, taking this job was one check off that list, meeting new faces getting to know the locals. It wasnโt a well-paid job, but a family friend put you up to it on the assurance the Americans tipped well. Which they did of course, but on the rare occasion they didnโt, they more than made up for it with a story or two.
Now 6 weeks in you felt comfortable, and conversation was something youโd always excelled at - youโd be lying if you didnโt admit the best part of the job was being able to mingle with some of the best looking men youโd ever laid eyes on, but that was just a perk. They were different to the men here at home, alien. Youโd never encountered so many tall, broad men, fatigues filled with muscles - and thatโs ignoring just how respectful they were. Yes Maโam this, No Sir that.
Overtaking a tractor heavily laden with beet, a wobble from under your accelerator reminds you to book the wheel alignment on your piece of shit car, you sigh as you make a mental note to call the garage as soon as you get to the bar, more expense to worry about. The sun still setting on the skyline you reach the first sign for the base, your reminder to turn off. Making the turn into the left lane you see litter left behind from a recent anti-war protest, fluorescent signs plastered with the CND symbol, angry slogans zip-tied to the chain-link fence, and one very offensive cartoon of Bush and Blair in some sort of 69 position. If only you could stop and steal that one, it was bloody hilarious, thinking about how you might pick it up on your way back later to avoid explaining it to the entry guards on your way in. Pulling up to the gates you fish your ID from your bag, wind down the rest of your window, and make sure to slow enough to appease the 4 huge men gripping tactical firearms. Just to quell your anxiety you pull forward cautiously until the one at the front holds his hand out gesturing a stop.
โGood Evening Maโamโ He twangs with a short smile โIdentification?โ
โSure, Iโm headed to The Stoke, Iโm a barmaid there,โ You say trying not to look at the huge rifle clipped to his jacket. โuhh Civvyโ you add.
โOk, you know where youโre headed Miss?โ he hands back your ID with what seems like a wink.
โYes thanksโ you nod awkwardly, ignoring the subtle twinkle from his eye.
โLemme just get your slipโ he notes pointing to the hut, โwhat time are you finished?โ
โMidnight, but can you make it one please?โ he looks at you expectantly โoh sorryโฆI mean Iโm locking up tonight so it will probably take a bit longer, you can check in with my manager if you need to, um Brian Westโ
โNo itโs fine Maโam just make sure you're off the base by one, or Iโll be in the shitโ he smirks. After a short moment in the hut he comes back with a parking slip on a piece of receipt paper:
The barrier lifts and you wave your thanks as you make your way over the speed bumps. A handful of flag poles line the road, the ropes clinking against the metal posts in the late-afternoon breeze. Little roads meander from the hub of the base twisting to meet behind the administration building towards your right. Here the streets are named after states, to your right Iowa leads across to the rear of the admin block, and straight on California to the airfield. Making sure to stick to the 10mph speed limit you drive past clusters of airmen huddled at junctions, some guarding entrances to unmarked doors, others checking the array of parked cars with mirrors on sticks. The base has been on high alert ever since what happened last year, but even more now the anniversary was approaching.
The bar is found at the recreation plaza a little further back from the building you just passed, but still nowhere near the bulk of the small town here. In the distance, you can see the heavily guarded interior gates that block the operational base from the residential side. The airfield and hangers slowly fade into the dusk, and you can make out a dozen or so figures lumbering seats and benches to a roped-off area on the tarmac. To the east of that, thereโs a huge middle school for the kids here on base, a complex of married quarters and row upon row of small houses lining what looks like the streets of a model village; as if someone tried to replicate an American suburb with very little space. Not nearly enough to house the 1500 strong population of families here on PCS. Bathed in the yellow floodlights you note the group of men jogging down the path toward the entry gates, and park your car around the back of the bar.
You place the parking slip on your dashboard, grab your bag and slide out of your car. Itโs not really a โplazaโ, just a group of buildings huddled around a small fountain lined with more flags and an outdoor seating area. Directly opposite a bustling pizza shop serves a growing line of Friday night customers. Next door is a now-closed donut shop, that one gets real busy in the morning, and past that the gym specifically for relatives on the base. Checking your watch you note the time 17:19 and walk through the open double doors into the bar.
A cloud of cigarette smoke lingers above the mass of bodies at the entrance, practically squeezing through the huddle of men, you see all the tables are filled. Mostly groups of men drinking together after work, but some are families and couples. In the far corner past the pool table, you see what appears to be an unofficial creche of misplaced children playing cheerfully, several running and sliding on their knees to the noisy music. Hugging through the crowd you raise your hand and smile at Mary behind the bar, letting her know youโve arrived. She barely notices you as sheโs taking cash off a woman with one hand and pouring red wine with the other. Setting your things on the hook behind the kitchen entrance, you sign in to the clipboard on the back of the door and check your reflection in the mirror. A crumpled paper sign saying Smile hangs aside it from a small strip of not-so sticky tape. Before youโve even got time to tie your apron around your waist Mary comes wobbling back to greet you,
โY/N so glad youโre here, I would ask how you are but Iโm rushed off my feet, do you mind starting a bit earlier?โ
โIโll be right there Marโ quickly finger-combing your wind whipped hair, you check your mascara and apply a quick coat of lip gloss. Whilst practicing your best smile you unashamedly adjust your top to expose more of your chest than normal, extra tips you think. You scoot around the barrels of oil and kegs of beer in the hallway, and squeeze past Brian who is making his way back to the Kitchen holding an empty tray from the hotplate, โBrian!โ you give him a friendly smile, โBusy tonight!โ you quip. He grumbles under his breath and in his typical quick wit shouts back โfor my sins!โ, limping off to refill the fries.
The back of the bar is small, only room for two to pass, but pretty much covers the length of the room, โyou take that end Y/Nโ Mary shouts, you can barely hear her over the band thatโs playing on the small stage at the right of you, smiling at the sea of hands waiting for service, you move closer to Mary, โI said you take that endโ she repeats into your ear, a waft of cheap perfume and cigarette ash lingering around her head. โI need to get another crate of bottles, you man the fortโ, you nod in understanding.
โCan I do that for you, what about your back?โ almost yelling into her face, itโs so bloody loud. Yet another night the band โforgetsโ to soundcheck.
โDonโt mind me dear just get these people away from my barโ she shouts and turns before lifting her hand โdonโt forget to take a card if youโre doing tabs, for the love of god Y/Nโ Mary smiles at you and slaps you on the back as she teeters off to the storeroom on her heels. Mary wasnโt elderly, but she was small and hunched. Clearly once a very beautiful woman, she was prideful in her appearance - always neat. She never wore flat shoes regardless of her back pain, always wore dresses, and styled her perm with what smelled like a full can of Elnette. Given her pack a day habit, it was a total surprise she didnโt self-combust. A never-ending bundle of energy despite her aging years, she and Brian had managed the bar here for well over 30 years, even before the Yanks descended. Turning back to the baying crowd at the bar you take a deep breath and start on orders, a pitcher of draught beer and 2 glasses, whiskey chasers, red wine, more beer, 3 bottles of Pepsi for the kids. Being a barmaid wasnโt hard but it was difficult getting around the expectations of the customers. We didnโt have those fancy cherries or all the brands of liquor they wanted, we didnโt even have an ice machine - but we did our best with a smile, no matter how forced.
About an hour after arriving, the crowd starts to quieten as the early birds make their way home before the evening drinkers pile in. The families and children, some carried sleeping by their parents, leave the bar; satisfied and ready for bed before the weekend ahead. You take advantage of the change in pace and move to the far end of the counter to count the cash and deposit it in the till, punching in the numbers to ensure it all totals at the end of the night. Donโt want a repeat of last week. A major fuck up on your part had the till declaring to be hundreds over what you actually had counted out back. An awkward conversation later everything was fixed, but you just didnโt want to go through that again.
โIโm back dearieโ Mary appears from the back door clutching napkins in her neatly manicured hand, โwant to take a break? Get some air?โ she says while fiddling with the napkins and making little piles of paper umbrellas for the pots. The band has stopped for a quick break, their instruments resting on the stage - only the backup CD playing now, a slow country ballad. Looking across the dance floor you note the dirty tables full of glasses and a few couples slow dancing in the disco lights.
โI thought youโd never ask! Do you mind if I make a call from the phone?โ you say wiping the sweat from your top lip.
Uninterested she waves her hand โyes dear thatโs fineโ sheโs now measuring out bowls of bar nuts.
โThanks Mar, Iโll just grab these dirties from the floor firstโ. Moving around the room you bring them up to the bar, noting the stack of glasses and pitchers left on the pool table. Tutting to yourself, you have no idea why they wonโt get someone else to help. Itโs going to be even more manic later. Remembering to make your call to the garage you have a sly smoke break out the back door and make your way to the toilets. Itโs not even 7 pm and youโve been so busy you didnโt even have time to piss. Reaching for the paper you feel an empty roll, typical! - thankfully you have a napkin in your apron, you wash your hands, and get started on checking the customer loos for the same problem.
Itโs not long before the bar is filled again with heated bodies bustling towards the counter, cash in hand eager for service. Thankfully Brian has closed up the kitchen and is diligently working the floor, grabbing empties from tables and replacing the back of the bar with boiling glasses from the dishwasher. A group of airmen on your right side propping up the bar, are keenly keeping you busy in bottles of beer and tequila chasers. The band is back now, but instead of the previous crowd-pleasing country music, theyโve switched to some rock and roll. Mostly oldies but a few you recognise and love. A pretty decent cover of ZZ Tops โ Gimme All Your Lovin blasts over the noisy PA system. Dancing along to the music you swiftly take orders and cash in return for booze including the odd kiss on the cheek. Youโre raking in the tips tonight. In your head, youโre not just the barmaid, you feel as if you were Violet from Coyote Ugly, free pouring whiskey into the mouths of rabid men, spraying them with water when things get too wild. Taking a swig from your bottle of beer you lean across the bar to greet another nameless regular with a friendly face.
โTwo beers babeโ he shakes a 10 in your face, teasingly pulling away when you go to take it. Following his lead, you put the 10 in your cleavage, cheekily pocketing the change and hand him the bottles.
โService with a smileโ you grin. Have a nice day arsehole.
In the corner of your eye, you see Mary dancing with a young serviceman whoโs found his way behind the bar, doing her best Tina Turner impression strutting in her wobbly heels. Brian simply raises his eyebrows to subtly acknowledge what is clearly a regular occurrence and carries on stacking cups. Whilst Tinaโs getting her rocks off you try your best to move up and down the bar, pouring pitchers and pulling beer caps at the same time. Itโs getting late, past 10 at least, and your back heaves, impatient with the mob.
The thumping bass line from the speakers hits your chest relentlessly as you hurry from punter to punter your shoes sticking to the mess of soda and spirits spattered on the linoleum. Taking short breaks you pull your cold bottle of beer to your cheeks to ease the burn of the humid room on your skin. Before you realise it the optics on the wall need changing and you shout to Brian to grab more whiskey and another bucket of ice.
Predictably the serviceman who was dancing with Mary is now behind you playfully rocking his hips to the music against your back as you pass drinks across the counter. Refusing to rise to it, you try to push him away with an awkward laugh at the men in front of you. He drunkenly stumbles back against the wall of optics and comes back closer forcing you up against the bar, humping you insistently in time to the music, laughing as if itโs all some kind of big joke. Drinks spill over you as he pushes you further into the countertop. You look at the faces in front of you, some of them women cheering him on in howls, the others laughing at the display in front of them. A flush rises to your cheeks, embarrassed by the attention. Youโre used to being teased by these types of guys, but right now you feel entirely humiliated, fucking pig. Pushing again you move your right elbow back as hard as it can to meet the side of his ribs.
โGet the fuck off meโ you yell. โArsehole!โ. A chorus of boos erupt from the baying audience.
โYouโre no fuckinโ funโ he spits in your face, before swiftly jumping back over the bar into the commiserating thumps of his friends, pulling off a strip of stars and stripes bunting with his boot as he goes. As hard as you try to shake it off a wave of guilt enters your mind, you worry you were too harsh, and take a deep breath. Moving the hair from your face you use a bar mat to mop up the spillage as best you can, chuck it in the corner of the floor, and turn to serve the airmen waiting on the right-hand side of the bar; holding back a burn of tears you summon your best fake smile.
โYou ok?โ The taller of them leans in and hollers to your ear, you step back and meet his heavy-lidded eyes, heโs probably just doing the gentlemanly thing. โFucking trench monkeyโ he jibes whilst the 4 others beside him roar in agreement. โ4 more shots!โ he waves a note.
โIโll be fine, typical Friday nightโ shrugging it off, you take his money and lay out the glasses pouring warm tequila to the brim. On decanting a 5th for yourself you snicker at the handsome face eagerly watching you, โemotional compensationโ you add with a wink.
โHell yeah baby!โ he howls following your lead and in passing back the drinks to his buddies they chant and down them in unison.
โFree Bird! Free Bird!โ an anonymous voice booms from the crowd toward the exhausted band. A smattering of claps and cheers punctuates the request as agreement. The band reluctantly continues for one last song as the ring of the bell signals itโs time to move on.
โJesus!โ you slump your tired arms against the counter, your hazy head falling on your hands.
โAnother packed nightโ Mary pats you on the back in appreciation. Moving up and down the bar, cigarette in hand - unphased by the wild events before. โGood for businessโ she chirps, spraying the wood and polishing each section fervently.
โYeah, about that Mar, any chance you can find someone else to help out?โ you straighten and look toward her optimistically, the last of the rabble slowly rolling out of the open doors and crisp evening.
โIt depends, youโre not planning on leaving us?โ pointing at the grate above the hatch she pulls herself onto a small step stool to reach the top.
โNo!โ you laugh, โdespite the over-friendly customers, I really enjoy it hereโฆโ
โ1, 2, 3โ and you both pull down on the metal together, closing the bar for the night. You fiddle with the lock on the grate and put the key in her small hand.
โI mean, the 3 pm shift not so muchโ you joke, โit gets kind of slow, you know?โ
โWell,โ she starts โIโll speak to Brian, heโs the man with the money.โ A smile forms at her mouth and she winks. โSpeaking of, do you want to be paid now or Sunday?โ from nowhere she has a mop in her hands and with her back turned she gets stuck into relieving the sticky mess from the floor. The lights buzz on from the left to right, and all thatโs left is the loud ring of tinnitus and Brian shaking the hands of the weary band on the far side of the floor.
Sunday is planned to be a quiet day, the base has a full day of anniversary events lined up, the bar will probably host a few small groups โ mainly the regular crowd before they head back to their homes. โSunday is more than fineโ you reply.
Shutting the back door ensuring it clicks, you turn the key in the lock and replace the key chain to your ID lanyard. All thatโs left of the night is the navy blue of the star-dotted sky and a misty amber glow from the many floodlights dotted across the estate. Rummaging in your bag you quickly check the time - 12:25 am.
โNight Y/Nโ Mary waves out the passenger side of her car as Brian drives them back toward the entry gates along the vast airfield.
Still time for a quick smoke, you think, before you get back in your car and head home. Lifting the filter to your lips you pull a lighter from your pocket and drag the thick burning vapour to your lungs, a wash of peace falls over you and you flex your heavy shoulders. The base is practically silent, save for the whir of generators and vehicles on the breeze. It isnโt until you walk a little way to your car you suddenly hear a cacophony of raised voices - angry voices. Around the corner of the bar, a small gathering of people litter the plaza, refusing to give in to the call of their beds. Directly in front of the now locked doors, you see the airmen you served earlier, arguing with a couple of guys sitting on the wall. One of them seems to be spitting sick into a bush, hunched hands on knees into the raised flower bed. Lovely. Not wanting to be seen you slide back against the cool brick and continue to meditate on the evening gone. The burning embers of your cigarette light your face as you take a deep breath and sigh heavily.
Being on base always feels a little like trespassing into a place youโre not supposed to be, the last thing you want is to be caught in all this. The echo of retching and vomit hitting the pavement turns you around. You know you should really get going but he was kind to you earlier, checking in on you โ and you really couldnโt forgive yourself if you didnโt try to help, fuck. Whilst crossing the cobbles you dig in your bag for tissues, maybe you could even grab him a water from the kitchen, itโs the least you could do. You flick the half spent cig to the side and squat down to face the Airman.
โHey, I just wanted to say thanks for checking in on me baโฆโ you are quickly interrupted by a scoff on the other side of the pathway.
โThatโs the fucking bitchโ. In the low glow of the parking lot lights, you realise itโs your insistent dance partner from before. His mouth curled up in disgust. โDonโt flatter yourselfโ he jeers clearly hurt. Fucking fuck! โWhatโs your name?โ
You offer the tissues to the man at your side.
โItโs Y/N,โ you say timidly. โLook, I didnโt mean any offe..โ
โWell youโre a Cunt Y/N!โ he spits on the floor at your foot punctuating the disgusting word from his mouth as you step back trying your best to avoid the inevitable confrontation.
โHey thatโs out of line buddyโ a bystander points back.
โGo home, Bryant,โ another says shaking his head.
Before you can process what the hell is happening or even bother to try and argue back, the nauseous airman is wobbling ahead of you. Squaring up to your aggressor, unstable fists raised for a fight, he lunges forward pushing him back into the bush. A symphony of groans and shouts erupt as his colleagues run to pull him back. The men grapple with each other for an uncomfortably long time, their arms pulled back in anger over and over again, battering whatever they could find. A sickening thud and snap echoes across the plaza, and the airman falls back on his bum clutching his nose.
I canโt believe this, FUCK. โShit man, what the fuck is wrong with you?!โ you groan as you push the wad of tissues under the airmanโs nose, his warm blood emptying all over your hands.
Without warning a truck surges into the parking lot, brakes shrieking as you cover your eyes from the blinding white beams of the headlights. The stragglers hanging about the plaza quickly scatter and tramp back to their respective quarters, a sign that you should too. You get back on your feet, backing up between the entrance to the bar and the men in front.
If you had a chance to dash it, itโs definitely gone now. Two figures emerge from the cab, slamming their doors in time, resonating a loud bang off the circle of buildings. Theyโre looking in your direction, or at least at the group of exhausted men in front of you. The bigger of them is wearing smartly pressed fatigues with a green beret, he towers head and shoulders above the rest. His thick arms swing at his side as he advances. Considering youโve been working on base for 6 weeks, you still have zero idea what any of the uniforms or patches mean - but just from the swagger of this hulking guyโฆyou know someoneโs in deep shit, and a deep ache in your stomach says you should leave before you find out who.
He lumbers up the curbside and you audibly gasp as you notice he has a handgun strapped tight across his thigh. What really takes your attention, however, is the flash of steel clipped to his belt. A tactical knife longer than your forearm sheathed in a crested leather scabbard. Apart from the guards patrolling on site, youโve never seen any other weapons up close. The proximity alone raises your heartbeat, a mixture of fear and curiosity rushes over you as you wonder why this soldier, in particular, carries a handgun so close to their body.
Without a word the men jump to attention, swaying drunkenly from side to side. The smaller of the two approaches locking on to the airman, blood oozing from his nostrils.
โWhat in the ever-loving fuck is this!โ He booms โPeterson, do I have to hose you down like a rabid dogโ
โNo Staff Sergeantโ he burps, the pungent smell of vomit and alcohol wafting from the vapours of his mouth.
You feel your cheeks flush at his mere volume, trying not to jump with each staccato boom of his interrogation. Donโt panic, donโt panic you relay to yourself. Just explain what happened, youโre not in trouble. You havenโt done anything wrong. Squinting your eyes to adjust to the headlights you search for some sort of way out of this mortifying scenario.
โAre you inebriated Shitbird?โ he yells a mist of spit dusting onto Peterson's face.
โInebโฆinebriat? Staff Sargeantโ he stammers flicking his head to prevent the blood from his nose trickling down his top lip.
Now looming down onto Airman Peterson's head, eyes freakishly large behind his wide brimmed hat, he repeats โAre you so fucking wasted you donโt know what that means, shit head?โ
โSir, yes I am drunk Sirโ Peterson announces to the smirks of his friends.
โGet the fuck out of my sight and back to bricks before I send you to the stockadeโ he yells โall of you!โ. The crack in his voice at the end of โyouโ is somehow so childishly hilarious at that moment that you let out involuntarily snort in a self-conscious chuckle. The silent taller man snaps his head in your direction, although just a silhouette you can feel the burn of his eyes as he scrutinises you. You bring your hand to your mouth wishing you could sink into the floor and disappear never to be seen again.
โYes Sirโ the four airmen bark in agreement and swiftly exit past the pizza shop in the direction of the inner gate. As they leave a series of awkward laughs disappear into the darkness with them. Now itโs just you, the officers, and your assaulter.
Feeling a chill you realise the novelty of the situation has long gone, what the eff do I say, think THINK!
The Staff Sergeant continues, โCan someone explain to me what in Godโs name is going on here?โ
In the heavy silence you take your chance to speak up, nervous waves sound as you try to excuse yourself. โLook, I am so sorryโ Shit do I say, Sir? Sirs? You contemplate it for a second. โThe Airmanโฆum Petersonโฆwas unwell, and I was just trying to make sure he got home alrightโ shut up, shut up, shut up โSโฆSir?โ. Pulling your hands to your arms in comfort, you feel your goose-pricked skin tighten from the chill of the Sergeantโs inspecting glare. Is it fear or nerves? You know this is it, youโre going to get shouted at by at least one of the most terrifying men youโve ever met. Remembering that time you got called to the Headmasters office for swearing at Ms. Dixon โ and subsequent suspension, a worse thought crosses your mind. What if I lose my job! Oh god. If only Iโd just gone home when I could.
The larger of the commanders pushes forward, โNot youโ he drawls in disdain. Without even looking at you he points his finger, commanding you to shut up and stay put. You donโt know if itโs the gun on his thigh or some sort of mind trick, but you freeze in submission, chest tight, too scared to even breathe. He eclipses the light from the truck with his body as he advances on your aggressor. In the halo of white now lighting his face you can make out his features, a thick 5โoโclock shadow stubbled around a striking moustache, dark curls lay on his forehead. Something else catches your attention, something you canโt quite place at first. The early morning wind picks up, creating a vortex around the small plaza, gathering up leaves and litter as it rises. Itโs the smell of his deodorant or cologne, a rich musk mixed with a lilt of whiskey. The fragrance lingers around you, distinctly masculine, a sudden twinge in your belly follows budding wetness in your knickers. Really? You chide your growing schoolgirl crush, a bloom of heat visibly rising to your face as you realise youโre turned on by his icy disregard.
โThis is the second call Iโve gotten about you this evening Bryantโ, he rumbles at the serviceman now shadowed by his superiors broad frame, โfirst for assaultinโ a barmaid and now for fightinโ in the God damn street?!โ he doesnโt need to raise his voice, a disappointed grumble punctuates his words so perfectly you shift from side to side, feeling scolded in turn. He scrunches his face, bringing his hand to the bridge of his nose.
โApologize to Staff Sergeant Holmes, Cadetโ he orders, his deep voice gravely and fatigued. Something in his tone tells you this is not the first time Bryant has fucked up in his charge.
Bryant turns, ego bruised but still at full attention to the man beside him. โI am very sorry Staff Sergeant, Sir.โ
โI am disappointed in your behaviour on my base Son. Hardly becoming of an Officer in training. Given the circumstances, I will let Captain Syverson decide how best to penalize youโ Holmes starts, a smirk on his smug face. โBut!โ He cuts, chin to chin with the Cadet โIf I see you as much as piss in my direction I will gladly PT you until youโre shitting blood for a week. Do you understand Son?โ
โYes, Sir!โ Bryant jolts. Satisfied, the Staff Sergeant shares a confirmatory nod with the Captain and silently turns back toward the truck. A series of revs signal his departure, and the truck fades from view.
โYou fuckinโ idiot Bryantโ The captain throws his hands to his hips. You canโt help but notice how large they are, the pads of his thick fingers drum into the woven band of his belt as he contemplates what action to take. โAre you purposefully tryinโ to make us look bad?โ He grimaces as Bryant bursts into raucous laughter. Am I bloody invisible?
โCome on Sy, that was fucking funny, you should have seen that guy's noseโ.
โShut the fuck up Bryant. Apologize toโฆโ he finally turns, taking you in with a pained inhale. โWhatโs your name darlinโ?โ
You step back at his sudden change, Darlinโ? Who the fuck does this guy think he is? I am NOT your Darlinโ Grunt. The words you wished you could say, that is if you werenโt so scared of him. โItโs Y/Nโ you barely manage to get your words out. Searching the Captain's face you try to determine just how much trouble you are in. โLook I need to leave, my permit runs out inโฆโ, you check your watch, โFuck, I have to get off the baseโ.
โIโll make sure you get back to the gate, OK?โ he raises his finger again, a sign to stay while he deals with Bryant. He turns a frosty gaze toward the Cadet. His chest rises as he takes his beret in hand wringing it between enormous palms.
โApologise to Y/N Cadetโ he starts, louder than before. Bryant quickly reassumes his attention, clearly, the Captain is not playing buddy tonight.
Turning towards you he spits out his best non-apology, โY/N I am so sorry youโre a CUNTโ his words are full of spite, his eyebrows dance up and down in insult as he mocks you.
โBryant!โ The Captain smacks the cadet upside his shaved head, the slap reverberating in the still of the dark.
โFuck! I am very SORRYโ he virtually shouts, โI am sorry for bothering youโ His eyes meet the floor, cracked like a scolded childโ
โRight, now stop pettinโ the fuckinโ wildlife, are we clear Cadet?โ The Captain orders back, his eyes boring a hole into Bryantโs drooping head. You shift uncomfortably on your feet, Just what exactly is that meant to mean?
โYouโre lucky I donโt call the MPโs out this late.โ He grumbles turning back to glance at you. You canโt control the shudder from your core as the cold of the night blankets your bare arms, or was it nerves still? โWe are guests on this base and in this countryโ The Captain continues, โIโm takinโ your off base privileges for a month, you can spend your nights on CQ dutyโ He smirks content with his judgment as Bryant shakes his head to the floor, a whispered curse under his tongue. โFINEโ he snarls, โ0600 for write up, you can face the Wing Commanderโ.
โYes Sir!โ Bryant complies through gritted teeth.
โRight, now fuck offโ he breaks his gaze from the dejected Cadet and steps forward to you. Placing his beret back on his head, he combs back the dark curls rebelling from the thick gel covering the rest. He presses his fatigues down with a flat hand searching for something in the velcro pockets.. โYou said something about a permit?โ he smiles, producing a pen from his chest pocket. You can feel the warmth of his breath as he closes in on you. The sheer proximity of his frame making your knees weak.
โSure, itโs in my car.โ You squeeze past the Captain, โitโs just hereโ you point to the dark at the back of the plaza and make your escape. โLook am I in troubleโฆbecauโฆโ you turn expecting him to be where you were just stood. โFuck!โ you jump, โyouโre really quiet?!โ. He simply chuckles, cocking his head at you. Laughing awkwardly you hope he doesnโt sense just how nervous heโs making you. Unlocking the passenger door with the key, you lean in to reach past the steering wheel. โI mean Iโm just a barmaidโฆitโs not a big deal, we get arseholes like that most weekendsโ you ramble searching for the slip of paper in the dark.
โVulgar Display of Power?โ you hear him mutter behind you.
โSorry?โ you look from his pointed hand to the box of tapes spilling onto the footwell.
โYou like metal?โ he probes.
โOh yeah I suppose. I like a lot of music, depends on how I feel that dayโ, You hear a soft โtskโ behind you and glance back. Heโs taking in the view of you, one knee on the passenger seat, bent at the waist, struggling forward.
โI mean thereโs also a lot of shit I listen to in there, boy bands, Pop-y stuffโ you remark, finally finding the paper that had slipped under the glass of the windscreen. โShania Twainโฆโ.
Pulling yourself back and tugging your jeans up โ you cover what you assume was distracting him, the back of your thong. โHereโ you stretch your hand to his and pass the piece of paper, he scribbles something on the back, turning to the light of the streetlamp to see better.
โAll set Darlinโโ he arrogantly pushes the paper back into your hand, the heat from his fingers brushing against your frozen knuckles.
โThanks, for thisโ, you raise the paper between you and force a smile tucking the slip into your jeans pocket. โAnd for, you know, not kicking me off baseโ.
โStill time for that Dollโโ he teases looking at his watch, โyou have 9 minutesโ stepping back and disappearing around the corner of the bar. His deep voice carries in the dark โNow get! Before I change my mindโ he echoes from the shadow.
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ALSO JACKSON IS RELEASING SMTH NEW
The teasers are amazing? HES IN A FUCKIN CORSET KILL ME NOW
and he gripped this girls face and pulled it to the side? Like ?? SIR?
Low key think it looks like a pirate ish medieval brothel? Or pub?
REGARDLESS,, I KMOW ITS GUNNA BE GOOD
okay so, yugyeom comeback too. AND THE FUCKIN TEASER TOO OMG
Okay so thatโs, mark comeback earlier, jaebeom released a song, Jackson album and yugyeom album
Oh we getting FED
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aaaa yes i saw!!! donโt get me started on jackson forreal bc i love him sm. plus the mv looks fun wth !!and just heard the lil teaser yugyeom posted and its sounds good + i like the style of the mv. very proud of the boys and everything that theyโre doing.
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PART 13 LET'S GAUURR (also i apologise for the constant asks of my live reactions ily and your smau very much so this is my way of appreciation๐ฅบ๐)
nO PLS THE SADDEST LOVE STORY OF THEM ALL IS JIHOONIE AND Y/N'S "IMMA MARRY YOU WHEN YOU 30" DEAL
yes mashi now lock up hajeongsuk in a dark room and lure y/n in ๐ค๐ฅธ
jeongwoo really be pointing out "HYUNSUK TOO" like you little traitor and that "pretends to be shocked" meme sir ARE YOU GOING THROUGH SMTH YOU REALLY SHOULDN'T BE THIS CHILL
GOODBYE MASHI AND Y/N TOGETHER THAT'S WHAT WE NEEDED BYE EVERYONE mashi pls buy me all my favorite things too at a convenience store ๐ฅบ
I BLOODY DANG KNEW IT NAUR PLEASE Y/N LET HIM DOWN SLOW HE MADE A PLAYLIST FOR YOU HE GOT A NEW SIM FOR YOU HE TRIED TO BE HAPPY FOR YOU issokay babes i will give you a hug c'mere ๐ฅบ๐คง
okay that's the end of the asks you are gonna go through a rollercoaster ride when you see this and i am sorry (not sorry)
LETS GAURRRR and bb don't apologize,, your reactions make the happiest bean on this planet!!! ive reread your asks like 50 times cause they make me so happy :")
JIHOON IS A PLAYER WHOSE LOVE FOR Y/N WILL REMAIN CONSTANT FOREVER SJJSKSKSKS
y/n and best friend Jeongwoo or y/n and their crush Mashi,,,,,,, SO TRAGIC POOR JEONGWOO I FEEL BAD FOR WRITING HIM IN LIKE THIS
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Need bajiโs nut on my face.
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Chapter 19
Anthony ramos pov:"We should throw a baby shower/gender reval party" she suggest "your right ill decorate" "thank you so much"
ย ย "i just woke up from a-WHAT THE HELL" she exclaimed "you dont like it" i asked "no......I LOVE IT" she exclaim. "THANK GOODNESS" i was struggling "let me get me dressed then we can invite people" "ok"
I wore this and anthony wore this
"YOU LOOK SO CUTE BEA" she blurted "ditto" Anthony said "do i l-ook b-ig a-lready" i stutter "your not stupid but that was a pretty dumb questions" she whisper "sorry" i stammer "NO IM SORRY" he squeals "i love you so much" i utter "then how do i love you more?" he questions "lets start inviting people"
Dark bitches in white girl
Will you go to our baby shower?
Morgan Saylor:yes
Brian Marcyes
Justin Bartha:yes
Bobbi Salvรถr Menuez;yes
Chris Noth:yes
Ralph Rodriguez:yes
Men and monters
Dennis:yess
Kelvin Harrison Jr:yes
Jasmine Cephas Jones:yes
Chantรฉ Adams:yes
Rob Morgan:hell yA
Lindsey Morgan:mj,
Pico Alexander:sure
Caitlin Stasey:yes sir
Rita Volk:ill be there
Amadeus Serafini:ย ย ill be there early
Jon Rudnitsky:ill tryqns make it
Zilladegod
Edward Burns:i got you
Zoe Levin:just for y/n
Cara Buono:for yiu bestie boo
Nicole Beharie:OFC
Millie Bobby Brown:if my mom says yes๐ญ๐ญ
Vera Farmiga:mother says you can go๐
Kyle Chandler:so dose dad
Sally Hawkins:im literally hawkins but ye
Ken Watanabe:why not
Zhang Ziyi:kwollio
Charles Dance:coolio my doolio
Bradley Whitford:yes
Thomas Middleditch:sure
Elizabeth Ludlow:if im not tied or nothing
David Strathairn:no.
Aisha Hinds:YES
Randy Havens:I GOT A JOB BUT SURE
Jimmy Gonzales:SURE BESTIE WESTIE
Joe Morton:ONLY FOR MY BESTIE WESTIE Y/N
Laurie DhuHER:DUR
Jonathan Howard:erm sure
Tyler Crumley:cook
Orelon Sidney:sure
CCH Pounder:is there food
Kelli Garner:yeah OFC
Rose Bianco:why even ask
Lyle Brocato:sure cutie
Kevin Shinick:WHO TOL YO ASS TO GO GET A GIRL PREGGY
Josh Winot:his dick odvisouly
Justice Leak:duh stupid bitch
T.C. Matherne:fuck hoe DUR
Al Vicente:YALL ARE SO MEAN๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ Yeah ant
Natalie Pero:sure ramos
Fiona Hardingham:duh martinez
Paul S. Ryden:mhm ant
Zac Zedalis:cool Anthony
Kenneth Israel:ofc pual
Skylar Denney:WHO
Vince Foster:his middle name
Jesse O'Neill: sรญ seรฑor
Madeline Brumby: KOOL
Patti Schellhaas KWOLOIO
Joey Beni:CWOOL
Fred Galle:IS Y/N STILL CURE
Joey Thurmond:mhm
Mason Pikea:sure
Aaron Taylor-Johnson:idk
Bryan Cranston:what ev
T.J. Story:DOY
Jason Liles:DOI
John Bubniak:ig
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ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย Guess what
Jazzy poo bear๐ญ๐๐๐โผ๏ธ๐๏ธ๐ง๐ผโโ๏ธ๐ซถ๐พ๐คญ๐ถ๐ฃ๏ธ๐ชโ
๐๐๐พ๐ฉท๐๐ฆ๐ฟ๐๐พ๐โ๐ฅ๐๐ฆ๐พ๐๐นโ๏ธ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฝ:chicken butt?
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย WERE HAVINNG A BABY SHOWER/GENDER REVALTODAY WHO CAN COME
Pippy poo๐๐ฅนโบ๏ธ๐๐
๐๐๐๐๐๐คฃ๐๐๐ฅฒ๐:imma be der first
Mommy nรจa(not dirty๐)๐๐๐๐ค๐๐๐๐๐๐๐คช๐ฅธ๐ฅฐ๐๐คจ๐คฉ๐๐๐ง๐ฅณ:you littarly live down the street from the, but yes from me
Loser Leslie ๐คซ๐๐๐ฒ๐ซ ๐ซค๐ฏ๐ฅฑ๐คฅ๐๐ฆ๐ด๐ตโ๐ซ๐ถ๐ซจ๐ง๐คค๐ค๐ซฅ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ช๐ฅด:mhm
Weird David ๐ฎโ๐จ๐คข๐ค๐น๐ต๐คฎ๐ค๐บ๐ตโ๐ซ๐คง๐ค ๐คก๐ค๐ท๐๐ฉ๐ฅด๐ค๐ฟ๐ป๐ค:yes sir
ThEy DiDnT sAy I CoUlDnT sIng ๐ค๐พ๐ค๐พโ๐พ๐ค๐พ๐๐พ๐ค๐พ๐ซฐ๐พ๐ค๐พ๐๐พ๐ซท๐พ๐ค๐พ๐ซณ๐พ๐๐พ๐ซธ๐พ๐ค๐พ๐ซด๐พโ๐พ๐ค๐พ๐๐พ๐๐ป:what do you take for
Christopforgetme๐ถ๐พ๐ง๐พ๐ฉ๐พโ๐ฆฐ๐ฑ๐พโโ๏ธ๐ง๐ป๐จ๐พ๐ง๐พโ๐ฆฐ๐ฉ๐พโ๐ฆณ๐ง๐พ๐ฉ๐พโ๐ฆฑ๐จ๐พโ๐ฆฐ๐ง๐พโ๐ฆณ๐ฆ๐ฟ๐ง๐พโ๐ฆฑ๐ฑ๐พโโ๏ธ๐จ๐พโ๐ฆณ๐ฉ๐พ๐จ๐พโ๐ฆฑ:im littarly her dad๐๐๐duh
Oakyyyyy the uncool tree๐๐พ๐ค๐พ๐ซฒ๐พโ๐พ๐๐พ๐๐พ๐ซฑ๐พ๐๐พ๐๐พ๐๐พ๐ช๐พ๐ซต๐พโ๐พ๐๐พ๐ฆพ๐ฆถ๐พโ๐พ๐ค๐พ๐๐พ๐ฆต๐พ: im littarly her bro ๐๐
Unhonset feet
Liam Neeson:i thought i star strucked you
Kate Walsh:lemme wash some clothes AND ILL COME
Jai Courtney:I MIGHT BE LATE BUT ILL COME
Jeffrey Donovan:ill be early
Robert Patrick:mhm
Jazzy poo bear๐ญ๐๐๐โผ๏ธ๐๏ธ๐ง๐ผโโ๏ธ๐ซถ๐พ๐คญ๐ถ๐ฃ๏ธ๐ชโ
๐๐๐พ๐ฉท๐๐ฆ๐ฟ๐๐พ๐โ๐ฅ๐๐ฆ๐พ๐๐นโ๏ธ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฝ: i alr said yes
Michael Malvesti:if you name the baby after me
Tazzie:maybe
Devon Diep:if i rember
Herlin Navarro:can i prefromer
Lewis D. Wheeler:might not be social but sure
Jose Guns Alves:i will be social and go
Osmani Rodriguez:duh
Adam Teper:i will be social but wont go
Mark Rhynard:will the Hamilton cast be there
Jeffrey Wright:doy
Guy Cooper:dur
James Milord:doi
Kayla Caulfield:yes
Adrian M. Mompoint:ye
Arthur Hiou:cool
In the fights๐๐๐๐
Melissa Barrera:if you kid dont be shaking they ass for half of the hights
Lin-Manuel Miranda:IM LITTARLY HER ADOPTIVE DAD FRL FRL
Stephanie Beatriz:ODVI
Ariana Greenblatt:if shes the barrios best
Christopher Jackson:im littarly her third dad
Marc Anthony:sure name twin
Rita Moreno:mabey
Daphne Rubin-Vega:just because i havent seen her in FOREVER
Corey Hawkins:IF THERES FOOD
Leslie Grace:yes
Dascha Polanco:what
Jimmy Smits:can i be the god father
Olga Meredir:GOD MOTHER
Isabella Iannelli:dun
Gregory Diaz IV:mhm
Hailey Jade Panchame:โฃ๏ธnoโฃ๏ธ
Luis A. Miranda Jr.:yeah
Susan Pourfar:purr
Hannah Hathaway:bored
Seth Stewart:uh huh
Javier Muรฑoz:โ
yesโ
Doreen Montalvo:i need to eat
Kadrolsha Ona Carole:today right
The Kid Mero:yes
Nicholas Stewart:yes
Maria Hinojosa:yes
Protest Leader:yes
Serge Onik:yes
Jessica Castro:yes
Daymien Valentino:yes
Leo Moctezuma:yes
Martha Nichols:yes
Julia Harnett:yes
Tom Berklund:yes
Rhapsody James:yes
Ryan Woodle:yes
Noah Catala:yes
Graffiti Pete:yes
Andre Da Silva:yes
Mateo Gรณmez:yes
Francisco Solorzano:yes
Jos Laniado:yes
Nina Lafarga:yes
Annie Pisapia:yes
Ken Holmes:yes
Nelson Coates:yes
Valรฉry Lessard:yes
Yesy Garcia:yes
Duh.
Sam Rockwell:duh
Richard Ayoade:duh
Zazie Beetz:duh
Awkwafina:no
Lilly Singh:mhm
Marc Maron:duh
Alex Borstein:duh
Nyvi Estephan:duh
Onoe Matsuya:duh
Craig Robinson:duh
Yลซko Kaida:duh
Jean-Pascal Zadi:duh
Ken Yasuda:duh
Kappei Yamaguchi:duh
Kimiko Saitล:duh
Doully:duh
Saverio Raimondo:duh
Fumito Kawai:duh
First Summer Uika:duh
Shohei Osada:duh
Kurt Krรถmer:duh
Pierre Niney:duh
Loup:duh
Elise Schaap:duh
Igor Gotesman:duh
Serpent:duh
Maasa Takahashi:duh
Sebastian Bezzel:duh
Jannis Niewรถhner:duh
Max Giermann:duh
Rรดmulo Estrela:duh
Fynn Kliemann:duh
Mr. Shark:duh
Alice Belaidi:duh
Andrey Burkovskiy:duh
Sergio Guizรฉ:duh
Walt Dohrn:duh
Babu Santana:duh
Frank Lammers:duh
Mikhail Bashkatov:duh
Joyce Ilg:duh
Luis Lobianco:duh
Valerio Lundini:duh
Barbara Goodson:duh
Gijs Naber:duh
Nasrdin Dchar:duh
Ulrikke Brandstorp:duh
Jody Bernal:duh
Margherita Vicari:xuh
Miss Tarantula:duh
Jeppe Beck Laursen:duh
Denise Aznam:duh
Rayen Panday:duh
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Chapter 18
"We should throw a baby shower/gender reval party" "your right ill decorate" "thank you so much"
"i just woke up from a-WHAT THE HELL" "you dont like it" "no......I LOVE IT" i exclaim. "THANK GOODNESS" i was struggling "let me get me dressed then we can invite people" "ok"
I wore this and anthony wore this
"YOU LOOK SO CUTE BEA" i blurt "ditto" Anthony said "do i l-ook b-ig a-lready" i stutter "your not stupid but that was a pretty dumb questions" he whisperย "sorry" i stammer "NO IM SORRY" he squeals "i love you so much" i utter "then how do i love you more?" he questionsย "lets start inviting people"
Dark bitches in white girl
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย Will you go to our baby shower?
Morgan Saylor:yes
Brian Marcyes
Justin Bartha:yes
Bobbi Salvรถr Menuez;yes
Chris Noth:yes
Ralph Rodriguez:yes
Men and monters
Dennis:yess
Kelvin Harrison Jr:yes
Jasmine Cephas Jones:yes
Chantรฉ Adams:yes
Rob Morgan:hell yA
Lindsey Morgan:mj,
Pico Alexander:sure
Caitlin Stasey:yes sir
Rita Volk:ill be there
Amadeus Serafini: ill be there early
Jon Rudnitsky:ill tryqns make it
Edward Burns:i got you
Zoe Levin:just for y/n
Cara Buono:for yiu bestie boo
Nicole Beharie:OFC
Millie Bobby Brown:if my mom says yes๐ญ๐ญ
Vera Farmiga:mother says you can go๐
Kyle Chandler:so dose dad
Sally Hawkins:im literally hawkins but ye
Ken Watanabe:why not
Zhang Ziyi:kwollio
Charles Dance:coolio my doolio
Bradley Whitford:yes
Thomas Middleditch:sure
Elizabeth Ludlow:if im not tied or nothing
David Strathairn:no.
Aisha Hinds:YES
Randy Havens:I GOT A JOB BUT SURE
Jimmy Gonzales:SURE BESTIE WESTIE
Joe Morton:ONLY FOR MY BESTIE WESTIE Y/N
Laurie DhuHER:DUR
Jonathan Howard:erm sure
Tyler Crumley:cook
Orelon Sidney:sure
CCH Pounder:is there food
Kelli Garner:yeah OFC
Rose Bianco:why even ask
Lyle Brocato:sure cutie
Kevin Shinick:WHO TOL YO ASS TO GO GET A GIRL PREGGY
Josh Winot:his dick odvisouly
Justice Leak:duh stupid bitch
T.C. Matherne:fuck hoe DUR
Al Vicente:YALL ARE SO MEAN๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ Yeah ant
Natalie Pero:sure ramos
Fiona Hardingham:duh martinez
Paul S. Ryden:mhm ant
Zac Zedalis:cool Anthony
Kenneth Israel:ofc pual
Skylar Denney:WHO
Vince Foster:his middle name
Jesse O'Neill: sรญ seรฑor
Madeline Brumby: KOOL
Patti Schellhaas KWOLOIO
Joey Beni:CWOOL
Fred Galle:IS Y/N STILL CURE
Joey Thurmond:mhm
Mason Pikea:sure
Aaron Taylor-Johnson:idk
Bryan Cranston:what ev
T.J. Story:DOY
Jason Liles:DOI
John Bubniak:ig
AlExAnDeR hAmIlToN
Guess what
Jazzy poo bear๐ญ๐๐๐โผ๏ธ๐๏ธ๐ง๐ผโโ๏ธ๐ซถ๐พ๐คญ๐ถ๐ฃ๏ธ๐ชโ
๐๐๐พ๐ฉท๐๐ฆ๐ฟ๐๐พ๐โ๐ฅ๐๐ฆ๐พ๐๐นโ๏ธ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฝ:chicken butt?
WERE HAVINNG A BABY SHOWER/GENDER REVALTODAY WHO CAN COME
Pippy poo๐๐ฅนโบ๏ธ๐๐
๐๐๐๐๐๐คฃ๐๐๐ฅฒ๐:imma be der first
Mommy nรจa(not dirty๐)๐๐๐๐ค๐๐๐๐๐๐๐คช๐ฅธ๐ฅฐ๐๐คจ๐คฉ๐๐๐ง๐ฅณ:you littarly live down the street from the, but yes from me
Loser Leslie ๐คซ๐๐๐ฒ๐ซ ๐ซค๐ฏ๐ฅฑ๐คฅ๐๐ฆ๐ด๐ตโ๐ซ๐ถ๐ซจ๐ง๐คค๐ค๐ซฅ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ช๐ฅด:mhm
Weird David ๐ฎโ๐จ๐คข๐ค๐น๐ต๐คฎ๐ค๐บ๐ตโ๐ซ๐คง๐ค ๐คก๐ค๐ท๐๐ฉ๐ฅด๐ค๐ฟ๐ป๐ค:yes sir
ThEy DiDnT sAy I CoUlDnT sIng ๐ค๐พ๐ค๐พโ๐พ๐ค๐พ๐๐พ๐ค๐พ๐ซฐ๐พ๐ค๐พ๐๐พ๐ซท๐พ๐ค๐พ๐ซณ๐พ๐๐พ๐ซธ๐พ๐ค๐พ๐ซด๐พโ๐พ๐ค๐พ๐๐พ๐๐ป:what do you take for
Christopforgetme๐ถ๐พ๐ง๐พ๐ฉ๐พโ๐ฆฐ๐ฑ๐พโโ๏ธ๐ง๐ป๐จ๐พ๐ง๐พโ๐ฆฐ๐ฉ๐พโ๐ฆณ๐ง๐พ๐ฉ๐พโ๐ฆฑ๐จ๐พโ๐ฆฐ๐ง๐พโ๐ฆณ๐ฆ๐ฟ๐ง๐พโ๐ฆฑ๐ฑ๐พโโ๏ธ๐จ๐พโ๐ฆณ๐ฉ๐พ๐จ๐พโ๐ฆฑ:im littarly her dad๐๐๐duh
Oakyyyyy the uncool tree๐๐พ๐ค๐พ๐ซฒ๐พโ๐พ๐๐พ๐๐พ๐ซฑ๐พ๐๐พ๐๐พ๐๐พ๐ช๐พ๐ซต๐พโ๐พ๐๐พ๐ฆพ๐ฆถ๐พโ๐พ๐ค๐พ๐๐พ๐ฆต๐พ: im littarly her bro ๐๐
Unhonset feet
Liam Neeson:i thought i star strucked you
Kate Walsh:lemme wash some clothes AND ILL COME
Jai Courtney:I MIGHT BE LATE BUT ILL COME
Jeffrey Donovan:ill be early
Robert Patrick:mhm
Jazzy poo bear๐ญ๐๐๐โผ๏ธ๐๏ธ๐ง๐ผโโ๏ธ๐ซถ๐พ๐คญ๐ถ๐ฃ๏ธ๐ชโ
๐๐๐พ๐ฉท๐๐ฆ๐ฟ๐๐พ๐โ๐ฅ๐๐ฆ๐พ๐๐นโ๏ธ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฝ: i alr said yes
Michael Malvesti:if you name the baby after me
Tazzie:maybe
Devon Diep:if i rember
Herlin Navarro:can i prefromer
Lewis D. Wheeler:might not be social but sure
Jose Guns Alves:i will be social and go
Osmani Rodriguez:duh
Adam Teper:i will be social but wont go
Mark Rhynard:will the Hamilton cast be there
Jeffrey Wright:doy
Guy Cooper:dur
James Milord:doi
Kayla Caulfield:yes
Adrian M. Mompoint:ye
Arthur Hiou:cool
In the fights๐๐๐๐
Melissa Barrera:if you kid dont be shaking they ass for half of the hights
Lin-Manuel Miranda:IM LITTARLY HER ADOPTIVE DAD FRL FRL
Stephanie Beatriz:ODVI
Ariana Greenblatt:if shes the barrios best
Christopher Jackson:im littarly her third dad
Marc Anthony:sure name twin
Rita Moreno:mabey
Daphne Rubin-Vega:just because i havent seen her in FOREVER
Corey Hawkins:IF THERES FOOD
Leslie Grace:yes
Dascha Polanco:what
Jimmy Smits:can i be the god father
Olga Meredir:GOD MOTHER
Isabella Iannelli:dun
Gregory Diaz IV:mhm
Hailey Jade Panchame:โฃ๏ธnoโฃ๏ธ
Luis A. Miranda Jr.:yeah
Susan Pourfar:purr
Hannah Hathaway:bored
Seth Stewart:uh huh
Javier Muรฑoz:โ
yesโ
Doreen Montalvo:i need to eat
Kadrolsha Ona Carole:today right
The Kid Mero:yes
Nicholas Stewart:yes
Maria Hinojosa:yes
Protest Leader:yes
Serge Onik:yes
Jessica Castro:yes
Daymien Valentino:yes
Leo Moctezuma:yes
Martha Nichols:yes
Julia Harnett:yes
Tom Berklund:yes
Rhapsody James:yes
Ryan Woodle:yes
Noah Catala:yes
Graffiti Pete:yes
Andre Da Silva:yes
Mateo Gรณmez:yes
Francisco Solorzano:yes
Jos Laniado:yes
Nina Lafarga:yes
Annie Pisapia:yes
Ken Holmes:yes
Nelson Coates:yes
Valรฉry Lessard:yes
Yesy Garcia:yes
Duh.
Sam Rockwell:duh
Richard Ayoade:duh
Zazie Beetz:duh
Awkwafina:no
Lilly Singh:mhm
Marc Maron:duh
Alex Borstein:duh
Nyvi Estephan:duh
Onoe Matsuya:duh
Craig Robinson:duh
Yลซko Kaida:duh
Jean-Pascal Zadi:duh
Ken Yasuda:duh
Kappei Yamaguchi:duh
Kimiko Saitล:duh
Doully:duh
Saverio Raimondo:duh
Fumito Kawai:duh
First Summer Uika:duh
Shohei Osada:duh
Kurt Krรถmer:duh
Pierre Niney:duh
Loup:duh
Elise Schaap:duh
Igor Gotesman:duh
Serpent:duh
Maasa Takahashi:duh
Sebastian Bezzel:duh
Jannis Niewรถhner:duh
Max Giermann:duh
Rรดmulo Estrela:duh
Fynn Kliemann:duh
Mr. Shark:duh
Alice Belaidi:duh
Andrey Burkovskiy:duh
Sergio Guizรฉ:duh
Walt Dohrn:duh
Babu Santana:duh
Frank Lammers:duh
Mikhail Bashkatov:duh
Joyce Ilg:duh
Luis Lobianco:duh
Valerio Lundini:duh
Barbara Goodson:duh
Gijs Naber:duh
Nasrdin Dchar:duh
Ulrikke Brandstorp:duh
Jody Bernal:duh
Margherita Vicari:xuh
Miss Tarantula:duh
Jeppe Beck Laursen:duh
Denise Aznam:duh
Rayen Panday:duh
Transfromers robots in my eye
Liza Koshy:duh bitch
Pete Davidson:ion dont even know you fr but ok./j
Peter Cullen:if no one picks me up
Dominique Fishback:duh dumb bitch
Ron Perlman:ofc
Michelle Yeoh:OFC
Peter Dinklage:I ๐ฉท BABIES SO YAS
Dean Scott Vazquez:can my mom come๐ญ๐ญ๐
Cristo Fernรกndez:if there providing doggy bags
Tobe Nwigwe:can my wife nd kids come
Lauren Vรฉlez:im littarly you mom duh.
Michaela Jaรฉ Rodriguez:sure
Michael Kelly:god yes
Sarah Stiles:god no
John DiMaggio:hell ye
Stratosphere:heck yeah
Colman Domingo:hell yeah
David Sobolov:hell nah
Dylan O'Brien:heck yeah
Tongayi Chirisa:sure
Alan Rickman:yes
Leonard Nimoy:yes
Ophรฉlie Winter:yes
Dorothรฉe:yes
Mister V:yes
Lesley Stahl:yes
Leni Parker:yes
Mme Greene:yes
Jay Farrar:yes
Museum Guard:yes
Aidan Devine:yes
Bishop:yes
Domenic Di Rosa:yes
Jason D. Avalos:yes
Security Guard:yes
Frank Marrs:yes
Mike Chute:yes
Amiel Cayo:yes
Tyler Hall:yes
Dumb money:
Paul Dano:yes
Keith Gill:yes
Shailene Woodley:yes
Caroline Gill:yes
Seth Rogen:yes
Gabe Plotkin:yes
Pete Davidson:yes
Kevin Gill:yes
Talia Ryder:yes
Harmony:yes
Sebastian Stan:yes
Vlad Tenev:yes
America Ferrera:yes
Jennifer Campbell:yes
Dane DeHaan:yes
Brad:yes
Myha'la Herrold:yes
Riri:yes
Nick Offerman:yes
Kenneth C. Griffin:yes
Vincent D'Onofrio:yes
Steve Cohen:yes
Rushi Kota:yes
Baiju Bhatt:yea
Clancy Brown:yes
Winslow Bright:yes
Kate Burton:yes
Marc Rebillet:yes
Larry Owens:yes
Deniz Akdeniz:yes
Christina Brucato:yes
Sal Rendino:yes
Bryan Burton:yes
Brian David Tracy:yes
Mr. Donaldson:yes
Denis Ooi:yes
Khaya Fraites:yes
Damien Jimenez:yes
A.J. Tannen:yes
Anna Fikhman:yes
Alex Hammerli:yes
Ryan Matthew White:yes
Marco Formosa:yes
Dillon Geyselaers:yes
Neil Towne:yes
Gerardo Rodriguez:yes
Stephen Reich:yes
21 dump street:
HI MY NAME IS LIN MIRANADA:ive told you twice.
Lissy my sissy๐ฉท:duh bro
Alexander and the terrible horrible no good very bad day:mhm
Trickster:duh
Mr.holley:yes:
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