#fucking slow ass bee wannabes

[sprinklethetangerine]

If I could fist fight a fly, I WOULD BEAT THAT BITCH INTO NEXT YEAR

FLIES ARE THE BANE OF MY ENTIRE EXISTENCE AND I HOPE THEY SUFFER UNIMAGINABLE AMOUNTS OF PAIN

YOU COULD BZZT BZZT ANYWHERE ELSE WHY DOES IT HAVE TO BE IN MY FACE

THERES MORE LIGHT OVER THERE MOTH WANNABE WHY DONT YOU GO TO THE LIGHT YOU STUPID BI-

#i dont like flies #fucking uhhhh #fucking slow ass bee wannabes #flies WISH they were as sick as bees #oh your lifespan isnt actually 24 hours and thats a myth? #NOT WHILE YOURE IN MY HOUSE #*blowtorches you alive* #WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT TAHY BZZT BZZT BITCH

[stanzoeywade]

Part 2 of Poppy x MC

Lol I couldn’t think of a good title, so just enjoy.

Summary: In which misunderstandings happen and Poppy gets jealous and possessive. MC (Rosie) is a dumb dumb. Veronica really be trying it with MC though and Poppy sees (and I oop). Please don’t kill me, this is my first time writing smut lmao.

@somewillwin Part two is up yooo!!

Part 1

Warnings: explicit smut, swearing.

Pairing: Poppy x MC/Veronica x MC (if you squint, don’t worry Poppy and MC are the main)

Word count: 3078 words

Waking up in the morning, you turn to pick up your phone and see a few missed calls and messages from the HBIC of Belvoire yourself. You can’t help but chuckle. ‘How cute, queen bee is frustrated’. A message catches your attention, and it says “Meet me at the party tonight, we need to talk.” You can’t help but smile and thoughts of what happened yesterday begin to cloud your mind. You can’t help but imagine what it would be like to have Poppy writhing underneath you, begging and moaning your name for mercy. You decide to answer her text with a noncommittal answer. “Sure why not, maybe I can annoy and fluster her again.”

You decide to get out of bed, freshen up and tell Zoey the news. “Hey Zoey, get up! I have something to tell you.” Zoey groans and gets up begrudgingly. “Girl you better have a good reason to wake me up so early, I need my beauty sleep.” she says as she looks at you with a withering glare. You look at her and say “So yesterday, me and Poppy kissed, and I might have pissed her off by leaving her hanging.” Zoey stares at you, eyes wide in shock and her mouth hanging open. “Hold up, I must have misheard. WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU KISSED POPPY?!”. You nod slowly at her and she looks at you like you’ve grown another head, until she laughs and says “Are you tripping right now?”. You roll your eyes and tell her that you’re being serious. “I wouldn’t have woken you up if I wasn’t being serious, and also I have a fashion emergency, we’re going to a party tonight and I need your fashion expertise.”

Zoey gets up in a flash and says “You should have started with that.” The two of you start to pick out what to wear. Considering that the party you were going to was a frat party, you decide to wear something casual, yet fashionable.

Later on that evening, as you’re getting ready, a notification from The T catches your eye.

'Queen B and Golden Boy back together? A few eyewitnesses saw them canoodling together earlier this morning.’

Kisses,

The T.’

Your eyes widen in surprise, feeling angry as hot tears flash through your eyes. The picture of Poppy and Carter attached to the message made you feel worse. 'Of course she was just using me, what the fuck was I thinking?!’ You silently berate yourself for getting your hopes up with Poppy. 'I’m such a fucking idiot, why did I think that she actually likes me.’

Even though you feel hurt and used, you want to show Poppy up and show her that you’re not one to be used and fucked with. Making sure to wear something that will catch everyone’s eyes, you start applying your make up whilst silently planning your revenge on Poppy.

Zoey barges into your room and sees that you look upset. She approaches you and softly asks “Hey, I saw the news, are you okay? Do you want to just stay and chill out? Or I could kick her ass for you?” You laugh at her joke and smile at her, though you feel upset, Zoey has a way of making you smile and feel better. Thanking her and assuring her that you’re okay, you say “I’m not gonna mope around while she fucks around with her trophy boyfriend, besides it’s not like we were in a relationship anyway.” Zoey looks at you concerned but letting it go with a shrug. “If you say so.” says Zoey.

Heading to the party with Zoey by your side. You stride in confidently and attract the attention of a few partygoers. Some gasp and look at your outfit with wide eyes and a few people murmur quietly. Luis welcomes you warmly and compliments how you look. He flashes you a charming smile and says “Looking good, Rosie!” You smile back and thank him.

Seeing that Poppy was nowhere to be seen, you head towards the drinks and grab a cup of beer for you and Zoey. As you were making your way back, you see Poppy in a corner with Chloe, a scowl etched on her features. Not really wanting to see or be seen by her, you walk towards the other side of the room, far away from where you saw Poppy.

Feeling annoyed by your lack of confidence in confronting Poppy, you decide to drink in a corner, until you see Veronica, who looks a bit annoyed as a few frat boys try to convince her to spend the night with them. You can see a flash of annoyance and anger on her features, deciding to help her you get up and make your way towards her. “Hey Veronica!” you greet, as she turns her attention towards you, a sweet smile adorning her face. She looks at you with an appreciate gaze. “Well don’t you clean up well?” she chided and you can’t help but smile at her small joke. The boys, annoyed by the lack of attention glares at you. One of them pipes up and says “Veronica, ignore this wannabe, come have a drink with us instead, she’s a loser anyway.” Your eyes flash in anger and you were about to argue back until Veronica cuts them off “Can you guys just back the fuck off, I’m really not interested. I’d rather spend time with Rosie than any of you.” Surprised by her sudden outburst, you can’t help the smirk that crosses your face as Veronica saunters her way towards you and pulls you away.

Whilst the two walk off, you turn to Veronica and ask “Are you alright? Seemed like those guys wouldn’t leave you alone.” She shoots you a questioning look. “Why do you even care?” she asks. “Can’t really leave a girl who called me cute all alone, besides aren’t you supposed to be hanging out with Poppy and Chloe?.” you say in a playful manner. Rolling her eyes she says, “Not really in the mood to deal with Poppy’s mood swings to be honest. Don’t tell her I said that.” The two of you laugh and engage in a playful banter. The both of you talk and drink with each other for a while, just enjoying each other’s company.

Suddenly, Daft Punk’s 'Get Lucky’ (don’t make fun of me this is a good song) starts to play and Veronica’s eyes widen as she screams “This song is my jam! Come on Rosie, dance with me!” The two of you start to dance together, feeling a bit tipsy she pulls you in close and wraps her arms around your neck. You laugh and say “I don’t really think that this is a song that you slow dance to.” She rolls her eyes at you and says “I don’t care, besides how can I resist, especially with you looking like an actual snack.” You shyly smile and lick your lips nervously, this catches her attention and draws her eyes towards your lips. “Am I making you nervous, Rosie?” she whispers to your ears and you can’t fight the blush that creeps its way towards your cheeks.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Poppy dancing with a random stranger, you can’t help but feel a pang of jealousy rush through you. She makes eye contact with you and smirks as she grinds with the guy dancing with her. 'Too can play that game Poppy.’ - you think to yourself as you push closer against Veronica, making sure that’s there little space between you. You face Veronica and ask “Wanna kiss?” She looks at you and smirks “Thought you’d never ask."she says as she leans forward to capture your lips. Glancing at Poppy, you can see the resident mean girl glaring at the both of you. Pulling away from Veronica, who looks at you with her pupils blown wide, the both of you pant to catch your breath. Before you have a chance to talk to Veronica about the kiss, a slender hand pulls you away.

Veronica, confused by your sudden disappearance looks around to see where you went, and she sees you getting dragged away by Poppy. Her smile fades and she looks irritated. 'What the fuck is Poppy’s problem, and just when it was getting good.’ She thinks to herself as she touches her lips.

Letting yourself get dragged away, Poppy leads the both of you to a room away from prying eyes. As soon as you enter the room, you are pushed against the door roughly. Just as you’re about to argue and push her away, the look of annoyance and jealousy (?) she has catches your eye. "What the fuck was that about Farmsville, why did you kiss Veronica?!” she yells, face flush with anger. You look at her bewildered. “Why do you even care Poppy, why don’t you go back to your boyfriend?! I’m not just some side hoe you can fuck around with!” you yell angrily. Poppy looks at you shocked and confused. “Wait, don’t tell me you actually believe that I’m back with Carter? The only reason I was with him this morning was because he wanted to get back together and I said no.” she says whilst rolling her eyes. “Besides, why would I want to be with him when I can have you?” it was said so softly that you were pretty sure you weren’t meant to overhear.

Feeling relieved, a sigh escapes your lips and Poppy notices. “Is that why you’ve been ignoring me all throughout the party?” she asks whilst raising her eyebrow. Before you can say anything else, she leans in and kisses you hard, you can smell her expensive perfume and it invades your senses. She smells so sweet and you can’t get enough, your arms find their way to her hips as you kiss her back. The frustration from the other day coming back like wildfire burning in your veins. The taste of her strawberry lipgloss makes you go insane, and your mind gets foggy with desire. 'Oh, fuck she’s so good’ - you can’t help but think to yourself. You moan against her mouth, and Poppy takes this chance to take control of the kiss by using her tongue, you can’t help but melt under her touch. Eyes closing, as you let her take control, as she puts both her arms on the door trapping you.

Poppy raises her knee and it grinds against your centre, and all you can do is groan into the kiss. Pulling away, Poppy smirks at you and whispers “Just in case you forgot, only I’m allowed to touch you Farmsville.” She kisses you again, this time slower and her kisses trail down from your jaw to your neck. 'Huh, who knew queen bee was possessive? But to be fair she looks hot’. Hating the fact that Poppy is taking the lead, you flip your positions so her back is against the door. “Did I make you jealous by kissing Veronica?” you ask smugly as she retorts back “Weren’t you jealous of Carter and I?” Rolling your eyes you decide to focus your attention back on her lips, you nibble on her bottom lip and she grunts. Spurred by her reaction you kiss her, fingers gripping her shoulders - and then you whisper “Do you want to sneak off? We can continue this in my room?”

Poppy’s eyes are filled with lust as she stares at you. “As if I’d be caught dead in your room, we’re using my room. No one will be there to bother us.” she says without her usual snark.

The two of you sneak out separately, to avoid suspicion, you hurriedly say your goodbye to Zoey and go straight towards Poppy’s room.

As soon as you get there, you’re amazed by the sheer size of her dorm room, you can’t help but think 'Wow, and I thought my room was big’. The room is decorated in a way that is fit for royalty and you can’t help but laugh because that seems like such Poppy thing to do. Another thing that is completely obvious is Poppy’s love of the colour pink, but before you can dwell on that, there are more urgent matters that need tending to.

Making your way towards Poppy,“Safeword?” you whisper against her ear and you can feel her shiver under your touch. Her cheeks flush as you skim you teeth, and nip, on her earlobe. Goosebumps appear on Poppy’s skin as you kiss her from her cheeks to the corner of her mouth. Kissing her as if her whole body belonged to you.

“Poverty”

Your eyes glint in the dark, and you’re amused but not finding it suitable for the setting. “Funny” your grip slightly tightens on her wrist, “But in all seriousness, what is it?” you ask. “Pink” is what she responds with.

“I’m okay with anything, but what I’m interested in is whether or not you’re good at listening to instructions.” you say as your voice lowers. Poppy just smirks and says “As if I’m going to play nice with you, Farmsville.” Smiling sweetly, you pull her face towards you and whisper “Well that’s just something we’ll have to work on then.”

Poppy releases a gasp as you tug on her hair, and her chest heaves with excitement. 'Fuck newbie looks hot.’ - she thinks to herself. “I’m not gonna take any of your sarcasm tonight.” you say as your eyes darken. “I’m not gonna let you cum until you beg for my permission” You can feel Poppy tense up and feel an argument coming, but you just grip her chin in your hand a lift it up to force her to make eye contact. Poppy’s breath hitches and all she can think about is kissing you senseless until your lips are swollen and your neck is marked up by her for everyone to see. “Fine” is all she says and it sounds to keen to come off as nonchalance.

“Good.” You kiss her and pull on the fabric of her clothes, which is skin tight, showing off the curves of her ass and petite body. You pull it off, careful not to hurt Poppy, and toss it carelessly across the room. You look at her from top to bottom and your eyes can’t help but linger on her breasts, her stomach and her legs.

“Take off your heels” Poppy stares as you hold her waist to steady her as she takes her heels off, your smile grows once they’re off, and you can’t help but smirk as you look down at her. You continue to strip Poppy until all that’s remaining is her lingerie. Poppy’s legs quiver and she can feel herself getting wet at the thought of what happens next.

“Lie down” you command her and Poppy obeys. She closes her eyes and waits for you patiently, “Open” she hears and once she opens her eyes and sees you crawling towards her in just your underwear, cleavage spilling from your bra and lacy panties hugging your ass - 'open, there’s a lot of things she wants to open, her legs, her cunt, her mouth’ -

All Poppy can think of is how flawless you are - you capture her lips and kiss her like it’s your last, each kiss more desperate than the last. You start to leave open-mouthed kisses on her jaw, her neck and you bite down softly on her collarbone. You trail down to her breast and maneuver your hand towards her back to unhook her bra, and slide it off slowly, so much so Poppy whines at the lack of contact with her breast. You take your hand and roll one of her nipples between your fingers before you take it into your mouth to lightly suck and nip at the peaks. Poppy is a few seconds from writhing in pleasure, and she can feel her heart in her throat. Her breath hitches and and she swears that she sees stars once you used your tongue to flick her nipple.

You start to run your hands all over her body, loving the way Poppy felt against you. Her skin felt like velvet against your hands and you craved more. Your hands find their way to Poppy’s hips and you palm her ass, fingertips running along her underwear. You bring your head down from her stomach, her sternum and finally in between her thighs. Poppy can feel your breath on her thighs and you press a kiss on her clit. Immediately, Poppy’s hands dart towards your hair where she starts to tug, desperate for any type of friction. Pulling away, you tug her underwear down, and you can see how wet Poppy is, her cunt glistening with her arousal.

Looking at Poppy, you can’t help but take her appearance in, she looks so good under you. You want to make her scream out your name, smirking you say “Spread your cunt for me.” and Poppy doesn’t even try to fight back, she obeys immediately. Finally, you lower mouth and press your mouth to her cunt, Poppy’s eyes widen in pleasure as she moans your name, her back arches and she tugs at your hair, seeking out friction, but your tongue is there to circle, flick and stroke her clit, as well as suck it into your mouth. Poppy mewls and whines as you work her into an orgasm. Sensing that Poppy was close, you stop and say “Tsk, tsk Poppy, remember that if you want to cum, you have to ask.” Poppy groans at the lack of contact and she begs “Can I cum?” You smile softly and dive right back in. Poppy feels euphoric as you drive her to orgasm, expecting you to stop and pull away she’s surprised as she feels you sucking harder and helping her ride out her orgasm. “Fuck!” Poppy groans out as she comes down from her high.

You look at Poppy and feel satisfied, you smile at her. “Damn! Am I good or what?” you say as you wiggle your eyebrows at her. Poppy just looks at you and laughs genuinely, a sound which you haven’t heard before. 'Oh shit she’s cute’ - the both of you thought.

“Does this mean we’re dating or are we just fucking?” you ask out of curiosity, and Poppy just replies back with “Only if you admit you were jealous of Carter and I.” You roll your eyes good-naturedly and say “I’m just gonna take that as a yes.”

#poppy min sinclair #poppy x mc #playchoices #choices qb #choices stories you play #choices fic #choices #veronica lombardi #zoey wade #this is my first time writing smut so please go easy on me #makepoppyali2020 #poppydailychallenge #queen b #queen b zoey #queen b carter #veronica x mc

[the-official-account]

Since today is Martin Killing-it Blackwood's unofficial birthday, (courtesy of @flashhwing) I would like to roast Oliver in his honor.

Disclaimer: i love every person and character mentioned here. This is all in good fun.

Ahem.

Bitch.

Avatar of the shitty psuedonym.

Thinks he's so cool because he bargained with the closest thing to fate. I eat corndogs for breakfast, I don't like beyonce, my little sister knows what arson is and likes it. Fate has a ransom on this ass, you ain't special.

"Antonio blake" ass. Sounds like the mc for a bad detective film ass. Waltzing into a hospital, what? For fun? Stop being edgy and go take a nap- OH WAIT. You can't.

He did tarot shit for a while and that's super cool I can't roast him for that at all. He wins this one.

And i- WHEEZE- I'm looking at his wiki page and this bitch really just walked around being ominous. Did you know he and Jane were coworkers? He just gave her sad looks like the emo kid who has a crush on you. Saunters up to Jennifer Ling, probably looking like Crowley from GO, (go buy some new pants, man) to ask what she's listening to like he's gonna cry if it isn't MCR (ash don't kill me, ik it's not real emo...i think? I dunno)

And yeah, I'm gonna say it, Simon McChicken Fairchild is more nihilistic than Oliver, and Simon's a capitalist.

This bitch pulls a whole-ass identity fraud scheme just to get a nap and ends up taking it to the face at 200mph. Not before he uses a GUN to kill the captain- Terminus be letting things happen but Oliver read You Are A Badass one time and gives no fucks.

Georgie swerved on his ass too, like damn. She said "smells like bitch in here" and she was RIGHT.

Avatar of the "that's kinda fucked up ig :/"

Avatar of the second spookiest tree in cannon. Wannabe ass.

Avatar of the "OoOoOoOoh InEvItAbIlIty" what's inevitable is you catching these hands.

Bitch probably dated the most vegan mother fucker on this planet. Puckerup, graphite-lips. But he's an economist so ofc he ain't even sure if that's Folger or not.

Speaking of, bitch was an economist but got so bothered about knowing how everyone is gonna die? Surprise, Motherfucker! It's capitalism. And I must know about this "dramatic" exit from his Barclay's? Did he punch some rich white dude? Because thats the only way he's ever getting my respect. Whatever it was, it attracted the attention of the end. Slow clap for Oliver.

We have to give him some recognition tho:

-most likely to have the highest literal body count

-most likely to be into hentai

-highest int. And lowest wis. Score

-Most likely to surpass AlexJN in terms of bureaucratic sexiness

-most likely to have the highest (metaphorical) avatar bodycount (based on the factors of 1.have they met? 2.do we know how that went? 3. Sexuality)

-most likely to tell you god doesn't exist

-most likely to kin that photo where Jonny "Why is he blue" Simms is being held hostage by a mushroom

Oliver is to the Archivist what @/pukicho is to the unprepared.

"Bee tee dubs, YwY, you'll die on September 23rd 2023, wear clothes you can get dirty"

Sure he'd be pissed about Jon's poor job habits, but he'd be more pissed trying to get Jon to RSVP for his own funeral when he can't get within 5 feet without Martin Knot-oliver-anything-but-oliver Blackwood decking his ass.

Bitch.

#oliver banks #martin k blackwood #tma #magpod #edil does not give a FUCK #swearing tw #gun mention #the magnus archives