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One Drunken Kiss
best friend!Kiara Carrera x fem!reader x boyfriend!JJ Maybank
Warnings: swearing, Y/n is the bad guy at one point, cheating, talking about cheating, angsttttt, a couple arguments, excuse any errors I'm sick
WC: 1k
“I mean, c’mon, Kie, you can’t possibly think that Beyonce’s better than Zendaya? They’re from completely different backgrounds--”
“That’s not what I said! I said that I like Beyonce’s music better--”
“Which is stupid as hell--”
“Lemonade is way better than whatever Zendaya wrote for that bullshit Euphoria show--”
“And I’m telling you to listen to Zendaya, the album!”
Everything goes black for Kie as Sarah continues to argue her case, her smile evident in her voice.
“Guess who!” A low voice says in Kie’s ear, and she shivers.
“Sounds like JJ, but his hands aren’t this soft.”
“Excuse you--” JJ protests from somewhere on Kie’s left.
“They’re not, Jayj, and you know it. It’s Y/n, obviously. I mean, JJ, you smell like gasoline and weed. Y/n smells like coconut and salt water. And weed, a little bit.”
The hands come off her eyes and Kie blinks against the sunlight that glows across the marsh.
Y/n slides into her peripheral vision, stealing whatever beauty Kie had seen in the marsh as her eyes glow in the reflected light. 
“God, I’ll never get used to how pretty this is,” She sighs, a small smile gracing her lips.
“And I’ll never get used to how pretty you look when you’re out here,” JJ said, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his chin on her shoulder. “This doesn’t even compare to you, babe,” He pressed a teasing kiss to the junction of her neck and shoulder. 
Y/n, usually into JJ’s cheesy lines, squirmed away putting a hand on his chest and creating space between them.
Then she leaned in and whispered something, to which he frowned.
“Jesus. They’re fighting again,” Sarah mumbles. “They really just need to give it up.”
“They’re fighting?” Kie asks. “Again?”
“Yeah. Happens all the time. She used to be super into JJ’s clinginess, but I think she’s worried about hurting the rest of the group if they break up.”
“Since when are they having issues?”
“Since JJ got into that stupid fight with Rafe, you know, when they sunk Top’s boat.”
“Oh my God, really? That long?”
“I know. She only told me about it a couple days ago. She hates that he always starts fights with the kooks and shit, you know? Between you and me,” Sarah looked back at Kie. “I think she likes someone else. But you can’t tell you hadn’t noticed that his hundred-watt smile is down to seventy-five watts recently, Kie.”
“I mean… I guess I noticed,” Kie shrugged.
“Don’t you like JJ?” Kie wrinkled her nose and tried her best to play it off as yes, I do, but don’t tell anyone!
“What? No, I mean, he’s Y/n's boyfriend, and I’m not gonna… you know.”
Sarah grinned. “Yeah, I know. Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.”
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Later that night, after smoking beers and drinking weed, Kie lay curled up on the couch, nearly asleep when the floorboard creaked.
Kie turned over and registered a hooded figure before she screamed.
“No, no, Kie, shh! It’s me, Y/n's!” She clicked on the light, and it was, in fact, Y/n, with a blanket engulfing her from head to toe.
“Jesus Christ, Y/n, you scared me!”
“Really? I couldn’t tell from your scream.”
Kie rolled her eyes.
“Right, sorry. Um, can I sleep out here? Just, like, in the chair?”
Kie scrunched her nose. “Sure? I mean, you’re just as entitled to this space as I am.”
“Right, yeah. Just checkin’.”
After a few moments of uncomfortable settling and silence, Kie looked at Y/n, whose neck was bent at a strange angle as she attempted to sleep upright.
“You can sleep over here, you know.”
“No, it’s okay--”
“Seriously, get your ass over here and tell me why you didn’t want to share with JJ.”
“Okay, fine,” Y/n moved from the chair to the pull-out and Kie faced her.
“So…?”
“It’s nothing, really.”
“Bullshit.”
“Whatever! I just… I don’t want to hurt him, Kie. I love him, you know I do, but I’m scared.”
“Scared you’ll break his heart?”
“Something like that. I was worried I’d sound conceited.”
Kie grinned in the dark. “He’s a big boy, Y/n. If you’re in a relationship you don’t want to be in, then leave it.”
Y/n nodded. “You’re right.”
“I know, dumbass.”
They lay there, eyes locked on the others as their soft breathing filled the room.
The AC kicked on, blowing a piece of Kiara’s hair into her eyes. Y/n reached out and brushed it away, her fingers trailing down Kie’s cheekbone and across her jaw.
Kie swallowed hard as Y/n's fingertips slipped around the back of her neck, causing Kie’s entire body to erupt in goosebumps.
Kie could feel Y/n's warm breath against her lips seconds before they were pressed against hers, soft and sweet.
The kiss was over at soon as it began, and then the bed springs protested as Y/n got up, footsteps echoing does the hallway. Kie could barely hear the door click as she touched her lips.
--- “I’m saying that I’m not just going to stand by while you cheat on me--”
“I’m not fucking cheating on you!”
“I know you kissed someone else!”
“One drunken kiss--”
“Is still a goddamn kiss, Y/n!”
“Jesus, J, are you really that insecure?”
“Are you fucking joking? I’m not insecure, you just admitted to kissing someone who wasn’t me!”
“I just told you it was an accident, J--”
“You don’t just accidentally kiss your best friend, Y/n!”
“You’re talking about Kie?”
“Of course I’m talking about Kie. You went out, kissed her, and came slithering back like nothing happened.”
“She doesn’t mean anything to me, JJ, not in a romantic sense. You’re the only one for me, I promise.” Her hands slid up his biceps and wound around his neck.
“Yeah? Well, you’re not the one for me. I’m done,” JJ took her wrists, unwound her arms, and pushed her back, turning away. “I… I really loved you, you know? And you treated me, and everything I ever gave you, like shit. And don’t pretend you didn’t. You’re not the victim here.”
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zhonglisgirlfreind · 10 months
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“Oh it’s you”
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Part 2 (it’s a lot 😭)
Y/n wakes up in her pink lit room. Getting ready to go to her fucking collage classes. She hated going to class more than anything but she had to become a nail tech some way! Y/n ain’t fuck with half the kids but she was pretty popular there so she had a couple of friends.
As Y/n got up bonnet nearly off her head she felt her phone vibrate seeing a text message pop up from..? EREN?? Y/n nearly falls on the damn floor as she looks at her phone for a good second. Y/n taps on the message reading it. “Ay ain’t you the pretty girl from the party?” Y/n kinda rolled her eyes at the fact he probably forgot who she was. (The nerve 😒)
“Yea I am 😭” she replied putting her phone down as she goes to her vanity mirror turning on the bright lights. as y/n gets all her makeup out and hair supplies she hears her phone vibrate again on her bed. She walks over to the bed grabbing her phone going to her already lit bathroom ready to wash her face and get ready. She taps on the message, raising an eyebrow.
“Ohh how you doing?” Y/n’s lips nearly turn into a full pout at the question. That’s all he had to say?? Dang she thought he would have been asking her for nudes or something by now. “Good you?” She sets down her phone putting on some music (preferably H E R -slide 😻🤞🏾) as she puts on a headband getting her face wash washing her face thoroughly drying and putting on some lotion. The scent of coconuts filling the room.
Y/n checks her messages once again as she sits at her vanity mirror. “Nothing much.. do you got a boyfriend by any chance?”. NOW THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT. Y/n giggles kicking her feet like a damn kid smiling big as day. “Nahh why?” Y/n sets her phone down with a smile as she takes off her bonnet to see the monstrosity under it.
“Nun, no reason at all.. ” eren replies as her smile faded as she thinkin to ha self “bitch yk what you tryna say Js say the shit” she thinks in her head as she replies with “you sure?” and she grabs a brush and starts combing HER NAPPY HAIR. ( next time wrap your curls 🙅🏾‍♀️)
As she’s combing her hair she gets another message and she looks at her phone as he said “you free today? Mind if I come over?” y/n start kicking her feet like she won a award “you fr? yea you can come over in about 30 minutes.” She sends him her address as she gets some clothes from her dresser and a towel and a rag.
Once y/n is done washing up real quick she starts to put on coco butter lotion. The smell she could never get tired of as she hums to the song in the background. (City girls 🙌🏾) once she gets a text from eren saying he’s almost there. India undo her rollers, her hair falling down in place, real nice. She starts to put Vaseline on her lips and on her face before she hears a knock on her apartment door.
Y/n gets up making sure she looks good. Matter of fact MAKING SURE SHE LOOKS TOP TEAR GOOD. She opens the door to eren himself cologne and a mix of weed hitting her nose just right. “Hey pretty you doing good?” That deep voice just making her legs weak. “Yea you?” India steps to the side letting him in his scent just feeling her apartment.
“I’m doing good.” He smirks and lord. Y/n nearly fell over. NOT TO MENTION HIS PRINT THAT HE SEEMS TO NOT EVEN TRYING TO SHOW, ITS JUST THAT BIG??… Y/n eyes roam his body for a second stopping right at his shorts. His voice cuts her out of her trance. “What’s your name again?” Y/n low key felt a little hurt at that. He got that many hoes? 😭. “Y/n?” Y/n crosses her arms.
“Oh it’s you.”
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minniemouse199 · 3 years
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So I made a thing. Idk if this has been done before. I was high on codral when it came to me and then I spent 3 days doing this 😂😂😂
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Story of us
A/n: Angsty, post-Hogwarts and slightly r13 towards the end. 
The history between Y/n and Draco was... complicated. There was something between them that their friends just couldn't understand. On paper there was no reason for them to dislike each other as much as they did, she was a pureblood Slytherin who grew up very similarly to him and also had to change her views like Draco did after the war.
They shared trauma and multiple parallel life experiences but they just didn't get along. Pansy and Daphne never got it, why Y/n had that look of disgust on her face once Draco finished talking.
Blaise and Theo thought it would get better after they left Hogwarts and didn't spend all their free time together, but still, Draco rolled his eyes whenever she walked into the room.
Now they were adults in the wide world, jobs, partners but the tightknit friend group stayed close. Friday nights were always time they spent together, reserved for clubbing or a pub night out or even sitting on Blaise and Pansy's living room floor.
Tonight it was the latter. With a G and T (her favourite muggle alcohol) in her hand, Y/n sat on their couch next to Pansy who had had a lot more than her to drink.
Just as the boys had taken out their hidden stash of weed, Y/n spoke up. "I'm going to go outside." It wasn't that she was opposed to weed, she just didn't like the smell and the boys always insisted on smoking so much they couldn't see out the windows.
Blaise and Pansy's apartment had a beautiful wrap-around balcony. While Y/n and Draco were both fair wealthier, they both received substantial graduation gifts that went a long way to getting an apartment in a good part of London.
They had been together since the last year of Hogwarts, all of their friends watching them slowly grow closer over the year until they realised they were in love.
It was beautiful and while 17-year-old Y/n envied them, she always wanted to speak at their wedding.
As soon as she opened the balcony door the still night air hit her. While it was colder than inside, the sweet smell of the summer air made it a nice contrast.
The sun was just setting in the distance and the sky was the most beautiful golden, pink colour. It was the time Y/n always liked to look out her window at during the war, knowing there was peacefulness at the end of the day always made the long days feel slightly better. The way the warm light danced over the water, dancing on the walls of the usually dark dormitory.
Standing out on the balcony, where the world was right and falling into place felt a lot better. Like nothing could get her down.
She was off in her own world, not noticing when Draco opened the sliding door and walked out next to her.
"Shit Draco!" She shrieked once he put his hand on her lower back. She ignored the tingling feeling in her stomach as she glared at him.
Draco stepped closer to her, maybe too close for her liking. "You could really do with some weed to chill out." He told her, holding the joint closer to her face. "This stuff is the shit, just fresh from my guy." He continued to tell her.
Maybe she would have been interested in Draco if he were less cocky, less rude and a bit more sensitive. Something in his bad-boy image had developed over the year that meant she liked him less.
"Do you always insist on speaking like a druggy?" Y/n asked him, watching him carefully as he looked over the railing with his joint.
He retaliated quickly. "Do you always insist on being such a tight ass, Miss Goody-two-shoes?" He couldn't understand why she always seemed to spoil their fun, ever since they were sorted into Slytherin. 
She just rolled her eyes at him and stared out into the distance. While he was no longer disturbing her silence he was still disturbing her peace and alone time. 
She didn't feel like arguing with him either, it was just too much effort. Draco stood there, smoking his joint while Y/n gazed at the skyline. 
“Why are you even out here?” Y/n snapped at him, suddenly feeling annoyed by the smell of his smoking. 
“Because I can be, what even is your problem with me?” He was definitely going to find out how she felt now, pushing her to the limits made her snappy. 
She rolled her eyes at him, obviously annoyed. “We faced pretty much all of the same challenges in life, but you just became a failure and it really annoys me.” 
“Well, you’re just a slut who hooked up with several guys at school, none of which liked you for any reason other than your body.” Draco’s words did hurt her quite a bit, it wasn’t like she didn’t know he hated her but hearing him say that the people she’d been intimate with never actually cared for her hurt. 
“Fuck off, Draco.” She told him, carefully. 
The look on his face showed her that he was not going to stop for a second. “Just because you don’t like the truth, bitch.”  
“Just leave me alone.” She told him, turning away. 
Draco couldn’t stop winding her up now, it just brought him too much amusement. “Or what, Y/l/n, will you sleep with me like you did every other guy?”
Y/n turned around and put her hand up to slap Draco’s cheek. It wasn’t as hard as she could have hit him but it was the hardest she ever hit anyone. There was a loud sound as her palm contacted his face. 
Still stunned and with her hand in mid-air, Draco snatched her wrist. There they were standing in a face-off, Draco’s slim finger wrapped around her wrist and suddenly there was not one sound. Both of them staring into each other’s eyes. Although Y/n felt threatened, never one to back down from a challenge she scrutinized his eyes.  
Draco was seeing red, his least favourite of all the colours. He was like a bull staring down where he was going to charge. The colour of hatred, blood, anger and passion.
The passion she felt for him, it was surging from where he was touching her. He was the energy source that filled her usually with range but now it was amour fou. 
In a moment Draco released his grip on her hand and moved his hands to her cheeks. Unlike his prior roughness, his thumb stroked along her cheekbones softly and carefully like he was afraid to break her as he lay his fingers under her jawline. 
His softness was a complete shock to Y/n who was still gazing into his eyes. The cold fingertips were more gentle than she’d ever expected, dancing across her jawline with such care. She wasn’t sure she’d ever experienced a touch this delicate. 
There they stayed for a few moments, taking each other in. Both of their minds were on the other, brains frenzied trying to figure out how this had happened. Draco was sure he was infatuated with her perfume, obsessed over the perfect blend of coconut and vanilla that was all he could focus on.
Before either of them could think about the consequences their lips were pressed together in a heated kiss. The passion radiated off them, electricity circuiting through them. And it finally felt, for both of them, that every little puzzle piece fit. 
Eventually they lips parted, their eyes flickering open. Draco was an inch from her face, not believing just how beautiful she was. He held his hands on her face tighter not wanting to let her slip out of his grip. 
“Draco Malfoy, I am 100% in love with you.” Y/n slowly let out. She’d just kissed her arch-enemy so there was no point in not being truthful. 
He smirked, that cute little smirk that had only ever annoyed her from across the common room. “Damn it, y/l/n!” He exclaimed with mock anger. “Now we’re going to tell our kids that mum said ‘I love you’ first.” It was odd for Y/n to see him like that as they were usually at each other’s throats. And now he was thinking about their very distant future.
She smiled to match his. “Just tell me it back, you dork.”
“I am 110% in love with you.” Draco counted. “Do you want to come back to my place?”
Y/n’s face turned to worry. “This isn’t a joke, is it?” Usually, this isn’t the type of shit he would pull but she’d never know. 
“No, no, no.” His fingers were back stroking her cheeks. “I am really sorry about what I said, believe me, I’ll never say something like that again.”
Something in Y/n knew he wasn’t lying. There was no chance he didn’t feel the same passion he did in the kiss. “Well, you could take me to dinner before you try and get into my panties.” 
Draco let out a light laugh, blowing air right onto her face. “Whoever said I wanted to do that, you flirt?”
“Don’t act like you don’t want to fuck me.” The chemistry between them was electric and hot. The pair looking into each other's eyes with desire.
“Let’s go before I do you right here.” Y/n looked at him with challenging eyebrows. “Do you need me to prove it?”
 Y/n pulled back from his grip on her face, leaving Draco standing there like an idiot. “Hurry up then.” She said, looking back over her shoulder with a smile as she went to open the patio door. 
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This is gonna be a flashback chapter. How our babies met because I remember a few people had forgotten. Had to have one of these eventually, right?
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Part 21: Introduction
Should I download Tinder?
Glee plays from the firestick, the scene where they're all walking and singing How Will I Know.
I should.
Laying cozied into the couch in a faded t'shirt with the tiniest pink shorts, your head rests on the butt cushion and your feet dangle over the arm as you hold your phone up in the air over your face.
"How will I know?.. How will I knoow..," you mumble along with the crew. You've heard the Glee version of this Whitney classic at least 8 times.
No, but what if I do and someone recognizes me? Someone I work with? What if my family is on Tinder? I'd die.
You put the phone down on your belly and pick up your apple juice from the coffee table, doing a sit up to sip.
Mm. You wipe your mouth nearly spilling. But if they're on there too then they shouldn't comment on what I'm doing, right? We'd ignore each other's presence and continue like ships passing in the night. So technically I should be able to download this app with no blowback.
Picking the phone up, you hit download and open the app. It immediately asks for your information and won't let you skip. Not even your location. You fall back down to your back raising the phone up again.
But what if someone's a serial killer?Would they look for me? No, that won't happen and I could tell if they were psychotic..
Tapping the download button, you go through the steps to set up an account including giving them access to your location and posting a headshot from a selfie. Scrolling through your gallery for more decent pics to post, you decide one's enough and upload a full body photo so that whoever meets you will know who they're meeting, no surprises.
Inputting your information, you decide to write into your blurb that you're looking for some awesome friends, specifically a movie buddy. In reality, the activity doesn't matter you just crave human attention and closeness. Any decent, polite, nice, smart, funny, left wing, hopefully attractive, young, black human.. possibly male.. will do. Not that you're picky. In the meantime, you swipe right on everyone black nearby, men and women. Somebody's gotta respond. Someone sane who wants to meet. Shockingly there are a lot of pretty people. Unfortunately the app only gives you one super like.. a blue star which you decide to save.
Giddily you head over to your match tab and see four matches. Drew P seems nice. Ashley J looks stylish. G Papa looks like he lives in a Freaknik video. Pussy Hunter is just nasty. Your nose twitches as you shamefully start conversations with all four. When neither responds right away you return to swiping and a notification says you've been super liked, but you can't access who super liked without paying money. You're not doing that so you just go back to the bios and swipe right until you get a reply.
Wyd, Pussy Hunter writes.
Bored, watching movies. You?
You gotta fat ass
Um. Thanks?
Netflix and chill?🙈
Netflix and Netflix. We can talk and hang out..
So no chill
No sex, but we can hang out and do something else
After 5 minutes, you realize he's not going to write you back. You start to swipe again on pictures, left for the whites and weirdos. Right for the black people.
Your finger hovers in the air as you gasp lightly at the thirst trap provided by a man self-identified as Erik. It deserves another sip of apple juice. You gulp it down from your cup. "Jesus.." You can't even see his face, because it's all BODY, but you can tell by the picture exactly what he's on Tinder for. Same m.o. as Pussy Hunter.
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Erik S, 28
Fucc around and find out
Good Lord.. those shorts are yet holding on, you stare as if they'll slip down further by you willing them to. You swipe right. Your eyes widen as the app alerts you with a blue star meaning... He super liked your profile.
"NO," you gasp wide eyed at the phone ready to chuck it at the wall. Switching to the messages, there's a new one.. from him.. and you know what it's about. "I need some tea."
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Erik lazed around his house bumping Schoolboy Q, clad in a white terry cloth bathrobe with a short glass of iced Ciroc and Lemonade in his hand. Dancing, he exfoliated his face with his spin brush, trimmed his mustache and beard, shaped himself up, and moisturized his locs and facial hair. The lil lip scrub he'd gotten as a gift from Cierra, he'd initially fought her on because it smelled like peaches but he liked how soft it made his lips. They even tasted good. He licked his lips for the umpteenth time tasting sugar. They tasted like Cierra.
Speaking of sugar, he looked at his phone wondering why his hoes ain't called. Then again, they could've. He wasn't near the phone all day. Checking the iPhone on the charging dock he saw that he had a missed call.. from Cierra.
Checking the time she called, he figured that was back when he was cleaning his guns and checking the parts. He'd already cleaned and sharpened his knives. He'd checked his security cameras. He felt good. Having no major responsibility and no place to be.
Outside of the missed call he had three new nudes and a video sitting in his messages to watch and record himself masturbating to. He was looking forward to doing that especially since Rell hadn't called with no bullshit local cases. Erik had stated he ain't want no hits near his temporary home.. for a year, he wanted peace. One damn year. But here he was still racking basic skills for pennies. "Chump change is still change," Rell's voice played in his ear. "You don't wanna get rusty. Gotta keep your skills sharp."
Erik had done his share of moving around, racking up international kills and earning the nickname Killmonger. But for a little while, he wanted to settle down in one concealed location where no one knew where he lived, who the fuck he was, or where he was coming or going. He wanted the illusion of peace and normality for a year at least. As much money as he had, he figured he could afford to stay in one place for that long if he was careful.
Only two people knew where he lived and that was Rell and Swift. They knew not to come over. Not even the previous owners of the house knew he was there.. because he'd made them an anonymous offer, killed them and moved in a few days after they'd sold it to him for cash. Needless to say he took all that money back.
He dialed Cierra, roaming to his bedroom to collapse over the bed as the phone rung. "Sup Ci?"
"Master," she whimpered, the desperation in her voice telling him she needed release. She'd been working too long through the past week and needed Master to come take control for a few hours. He could picture her on her knees, already in puppy space. She knew exactly how he liked her to wait for him.
"Yes, Ci. You need me to come for a scene?"
"Rrrrr," she growled. "Arf arf!"
"My bad. Lil Bitch."
"I gotta go to Target and see my sister," but come through later. I don't care how late just call up."
"Your sister? The one you met on Facebook?"
"Yeah, her! She live like an hour away. I'm a link with her and put her on Tinder! Get her a man to pop that back out," she giggles.
"You know I don't mind a two for one," Erik teased knowing she wouldn't go for it. He liked to mess with her anyway.
"Not with my damn sister, I'm not that nasty. A white girl can have it,"
"Damn crush my dream."
"Anyway!"
"Aight, I'm a let you go." Hanging up, he sat up and went to his closet pulling a colorful glass bong he'd gotten from a nigga he once knew in the military. Bruce Everett, white boy. Cool nigga... Too bad he shot hisself with his own gun. Sighing, Erik shook his head and went to the bathroom to fill it with water and headed back to pull his chrome grinder from his drawer along with a screen, hempwick, and a nug of Dr. Greenthumb's Emdog OG, grinding it down to pack the bowl making it fluff up.
"Perfect," he whispered lighting the bong with the hempwick. He lit the edges of the weed going around in a circle for an even and smooth burn as he stood taking a good long hit. "Shit," he exhaled releasing the smoke. I love bongs.
He looked and the bowl was empty as he'd expected. One hit's all you need when you do it right.
"Tinder...," he played in his mind. He already had a fetlife which was how he'd found his subs. Tinder was something different though. He was curious.
Downloading the app on the phone used almost solely for contact with subs, he went through the process of setting up an account, hesitating to put his info. It was general enough and the shit that was too specific, he could just lie. Still, he wouldn't upload his face.
So all I gotta do is swipe and see everyone in the area, he mused looking at all the faces.
"No.. No.. Nope.. Facially challenged.. The fuck is that?.. Hell nah.. Yes.. Yes.. She cute.. Hell nah.. Yes... No..," he paused looking a little closer at the screen. "Hello... Damn."
Out of curiosity he clicked on the profile. "That ass tho!"
He smirked hitting his super like.
"Shid... You can get the blue like.. Whatever the fuck that mean.." He stared at the picture. She had a juicy looking aro with thick black curls, brown skin, bright almond eyes, and enough ass to feed the needy for months. "Shit, if I was on a deserted island with coconuts and that ass.. that's enough meat for a damn.. shidd.." He chuckled. "Fuck is a super like? I super like yo ass meat..," he chuckled again falling back on his bed. "It mean I'm a break yo shit in thirds and fuck the pieces," he coughed, over his own bullshit.
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Jumping up, you speedwalk into your kitchen and quickly heat some water in a pot, pulling a red mug and a bag of chamomile and a bag of lemon balm to mix with sugar. Combining it all, you take a sip and stand there staring at the wall before taking it with you back to the couch. "Okay," you sigh picking up the phone to open the Tinder message thread.
Cum talk to me, he says. You stare at the words. Wow, this is so cringy you don't know how to respond. You sit the phone back down taking another sip. You think about ignoring him, but you keep touching the phone, coming back to the message and staring.
Hey, you finally type hesitating at the simplicity before sending.
How are you tonight ? Why you up ?
Bored, lonely, contemplating my existence over Glee and wondering why my high school years were never that damn musical. You sip your tea.
Having a tv party with just lil ol' me. Why are you up?
The fuck kinda life you living. You need me to cum spice shit up for you? 👀
You think you that spicy? 👀
You wanna taste me and see?
Jeez. You flip back to the faceless picture of his body. Lord have mercy.
Don't play with a real one I'll show the fuck up real shit, he writes.
Internally you're screaming. He really thinks you're about to have sex with him. "I can't, oh my god," you sigh bouncing your knee. You hesitate before responding.
You can come, but bring food.
Hell yeah. Then you can be dessert. 😈
What? You turn the screen off and grab your head, your elbows on your knees.
What am I doing. Y/N what are you doing.
No sex nigga, you type before taking it back and staring at the screen perplexed. If you say that, he won't message you back.. If you don't say it, he'll be expecting to get some! You still want him to come through though even if he leaves because you're bored. You just want a little company for a little bit.
Maybe you should get a cat..
Your leg shakes unsure of how to respond and you take another sip of the hot tea mix feeling anything but calm.
Without further delay you just drop your address and hope for the best, wondering if you just signed off on your own murder. Maybe I should've told him to meet me somewhere else in the daytime.
Washing your apple juice cup, you put it away and then throw on some black leggings and rainbow fuzzy socks not wanting to open the door in pink bootyshorts adding onto the wrong message you'd already sent him. You also put a kitchen knife under the sofa cushion for easy access just in case.
40 minutes. You like wings?
Parmesan
🤢 Love yourself, sis. I'm getting a mix.
Oh I see you Mr. Petty Labelle, you smile getting a taste of his personality.
Yep. Finna get some of Ms. Petty's pie 
Uh uh, you smirk.
We nuh ave dat
That right? Guess I'll see for myself when I pull up 👅
He's a whole fool. You set the phone down smiling at the tv. Meanwhile you watch another episode.. actually watching it this time.
Knock knock, he messages and you see it having kept the thread up just in case he had an issue.  Jumping up, you snatch your phone and take a deep breath to steady your nerves. This is the first time you've ever done something like this and you hope it doesn't go badly.
Who's there, you jest messaging back right before you unlock your multiple locks and crack the door. Peeping out, you shut the door automatically throwing your body against it, holding your breath. He's huge! You didn't even look up, you just saw all that muscle like Kangaroo Jack. And why was he all up on the door?!
"Word? You must not want these wings then," he says through the door. You hear plastic rattling dramatically. "That's aight I don't mind eating em by myself."
You crack the door again, peeping out. You hadn't even seen the plastic bag hanging from his hand, you'd shut him out so fast. You reach out to grab it and he pulls it back.
"Aht! This how you treat guests? Door in the face? Snatching bags?" Your eyes roam from his hard chest to the broadness of his shoulder, resting on the sleeve of his charcoal grey Chicago Bulls shirt. Those biceps.
"Look at you undressing me in your mind already. Go ahead, you can touch me," he adds holding his arm forward as if reading your mind.  He talks a lot.
You snatch the bag and put it behind your back a bit, opening the door. Then you look up and your kitty jumps. It's the devil himself. You try to control your surprise but between his sharp narrow chestnut eyes that smirk down, his sculpted nose, and his full pouting lips, you don't know if you want to kiss him, bite him, or climb him. You wanna do all three and more right in the hall.. up against the wall. His hair too, it's a mess of semi-thick locks that point everywhere like Coolio. It's his everything really..
"Y/N.."
Omg. It sounds so good coming from him. This isn't fair.
"Aye..," he waves.
"Hm," you sigh staring at his face.
"You gone let me in?"
"Huh? Oh." You step back quickly and scan him from head to toe as he steps across the threshold. Bulls shirt, black track pants, black sneakers. His shoes are ugly though, the back heel juts out too far. Balenciaga is written in white. Oh.
You look up and see he's looking you up and down too. Oop. Leading the way you take him to the living room and he settles on the couch, his develish eyes on yours. His knees spread wide as he leans back, hips forward.
Silently screaming, you look away and sit the plastic food bag on the table.
You can feel him staring. The air is full of raunchy expectation and you can't say you blame him. You practically encouraged it on the phone.
"You want something to drink," you smile in friendly attempt, risking a glance and it's just as you thought.
"You know exactly what I want."
"To DRINK," you exphasize, ignoring the thump of your heart in your nana as his eyes roll over your hips.
"Mmm... You got Henny?"
"I have apple juice, tea, water.."
"Ciroc?"
Your face screws, Didnt I just-- "I don't drink.."
"Ever?"
You shake your head.
"Damn, Apple Juice."
Taking your sweet time to pour his juice and refill your tea, you re-enter the living room as the Glee cast kicks off another song that he mutes.
"Here ya go."
You give him his cup and feel the chill in your spine as his fingertips brush yours. Unmuting the tv, you sit on the opposite side of the couch, legs crossed, tense and unsure of what to say to him now that he's there.
"You look uncomfortable."
"Me? I'm fine. I was just marathoning Glee before you came," you say handing him the remote, "I've already seen it though."
He hands the remote back. "You seen Menace II Society?"
"I've heard the title!"
"Well pull it up, let's watch it."
Thank God. That's something easy. You fumble through buttons and he starts opening the food as you set up the movie.
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"Ooh Laurenz Tate he so fine," she smiled sitting up as the movie started. She would be into his ass. Erik rolled his eyes. Wait for it.
"I hate when they do that," she mumbled in response to the Asian woman following them around the store.
"Yeah," he agreed with swig of the juice looking from the tv to her face, watching her reaction. Wait for it.
"Why don't you give my homeboy his change," O-Dog says before walking to the door. "I feel sorry for your mother," the store owner snubs.
Bitch, don't talk about my mama. That part always pissed Erik off.
"What you say about my mama? You feel sorry for who?!" O-Dog shouts. "I don't want any trouble, just get out," the shopowner shouts, backtracking like the bitch nigga he is.
Fuck that, shoot his bitchass, Erik barked in his head. POP. POP POP. POP. POP. There you go! He shot the wife too, meanwhile, the princess jumped in her seat, absorbed in the felony she just observed on screen. Double-homicide.
"He shouldn't have shot them.. Bruh, now the cops gone be looking for him and his friend wasn't even in it but now he's an accomplice."
"You telling me you wouldn't have shot a nigga talkin shit on your mama?" Erik leaned into her space, curious, but she ain't seem to notice.
"No, 'cause they're rude, ugly, and racist but still. You can't kill without consequences."
Erik steeled. She wasn't wrong.
"I'd have shot his ass too," he admitted watching her. She didn't seem to agree. "Should've kept his mouth off his family."
"You close to your family," she asked suddenly.
"Yeah," he lied knowing his people were dead. "...You mind if I get more juice," he pointed to his cup and she took it refilling it.
Fifteen minutes into the movie, she noticed her wing choice wasn't in the selection and Erik kept a poker face having wondered when she'd realize. He'd already started on the barbecue.
"Where's my parmesan," she frowned looking in the boxes.
"They ain't have it," he lied. "Ran out."
"You're such a liar. Now what am I gonna eat," she pouted to his humor.
"Eat the carribean jerk," he nudged the box to her. She eyed it and he felt like a wolf trapping a rabbit, the wings being the bait.
"I ask you for one thing."
"Yeah and? I wasn't finna buy that shit," he chuckled grabbing a jerk wing and biting it, closing his eyes and humming as he chewed to entice her. When he peeked, she was watching his mouth out the corner of her eye as he licked spicy sauce off his thumb. Sliding down in the cushion, she crossed her arms and raised a knee with her fuzzy foot on the couch. Such a damn brat. Ol' hungry ass.
He started to flex the length of his tongue since she was looking but decided against it. He couldn't be too aggressive or she'd spook and he wouldn't get no ass. Why he cared, he couldn't put a finger on other than the fact that she'd become a challenge. This girl would not let him anywhere near her. She was very shy considering she was down for a one night stand. I'm getting the draws, he promised himself right then. How? He just had to make her come to him.
Her nose wrinkled as she picked up a jerk wing, rotating it.
"Girl eat the wing, this ain't rocket science," he fussed watching her bite it.
"It's better than parmesan?" Lie, he dared watching her closely.
She took another bite.. then she attacked the wing and when she licked her fingers, he looked away grabbing another wing and swig of his juice.
"OKAY. SHUT UP." She grabbed another wing chewing through it as he coughed in his elbow hiding his laugh.
"I didn't say anything," he croaked shrugging her off.
"But you smiling and I can hear you thinking."
He couldn't hide the fat grin plastered on his face though he'd tried by looking away. "How you hear me thinking," he squinted watching her collect bones.
"Because I do, you're loud," she stressed.
"How I'm l-"
"SHH!! I'm tryna hear," she whispered. He shook his head watching the corner of her mouth lift and they watched the movie in silence until she reached for another wing and all the jerk were gone. He pushed her another box.
"You all the way over there. Come sit next to me."
"I'm not that far."
"You are. I promise I won't bite you.."
Her eyes rolled.
"Not unless you into that shit," he added patting the cushion beside him. She lifted, barely moving. "You scared?"
"What you mean?" She looked nervous all of a sudden looking anxiously in his eyes. This was gonna be a tough wall to break.
He patted the cushion again, waiting, and she finally moved in closer filling the empty seat beside him. He determined right then not to touch her but to get as close as possible maintaining proximity to get her used to his presence. Draping an arm over the couch behind her, he observed silently as she sat tense for the the next five minutes before relaxing. He had his work cutout.
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deidaratheartboi · 3 years
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The Akatsuki At 3AM in the morning
Akatsuki Group Chat Tobi: You put the weed in the coconut! Hidan: AND LIGHT THAT SHIT UP! Itachi: It's 3 in the morning Deidara: Can you guys go to sleep? Kisame: I can't with all these notifs Sasori: Just turn them off then Kisame: Ofc you say that Sasori: People who say that get on my nerves. Just turn the damn notifications off and stop complaining! Kisame: I was only saying- Sasori: And don't even get me started on the pinging everyone like bruh stfu Deidara: Danna your talkative today Sasori: Shut up Zetsu: Will you all shut up? Sasori: Don't tell me to shut up! Kakuzu: Shut up Hidan: Take your own advice Kakuzu: How about you shove it up your- Konan: Boys quiet you'll wake up Pain Sasori: Screw him the night is young! Konan: Sasori? Are you okay that is unlike you. Sasori: Shush lady it's 3 in the morning Itachi: I think he's high Kisame: We did drink a lot last night Tobi: Let's play a game! Kakuzu: Called shut the fuck up Tobi: You already lost hee hee
Deidara: Your not Muzan Jackson Sasori: Let's blast some of his music Konan: Don't do that! He does it. Pain has gone online. Tobi: Tobi was never here *Poof* Hidan: Coward.. is what I would say if I wasn't going to do the same thing. Pain: Who is blasting music? It's 3.
Zetsu: Don't look at me. Kakuzu: It was Sasori Sasori: Snitch! Deidara: Danna calm down Sasori: Don't tell me what to do lady! Deidara: -_- Kisame: LOL he called Deidara a lady Itachi: The most ladyest of ladies Deidara: Not funny Itachi: To you Deidara leaves. Pain: I am disabling the chat. Sasori: ANNIE ARE YOU OKAY! Pain has disabled the chat. You cannot type here without permission.
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lazywonderlvnd · 4 years
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this is a tiny soft birthday piece for @l0vegl0wsinthedark -- you deserve way more than u think u do my angel and i hope this lifts ur spirits just enough to enjoy ur day like u should (and while i’m finishing a whole ass fic for you) happy birthday ilysm ❤️❤️❤️
includes: lots of weed smoking, kissing boys, and a room full of gryffindors and slytherins getting along
The chair is definitely made for one person, but that hasn’t stopped Draco from making himself comfortable on Harry’s lap in an entitled manner reminiscent of Crookshanks. In fact Crookshanks, in Harry’s opinion, looks a bit annoyed at the stolen bit of real estate. He’s contented himself with Ron’s lap but he’s watching Draco with an almost human expression of contempt.
There’s a layer of smoke sitting stagnant at about head height, like a potent cloud, that Harry had noticed five minutes ago and can’t unsee now. Had they really smoked that much?
He looks around the room: at Seamus, who is speaking rapidly and with extravagant hand gestures to Blaise in an Irish accent so thick Harry can make out only one in five words; at Hermione, with one of the two circulating joints in hand, laughing with tears in her eyes at something Ginny’s just said; at Luna, holding the other and staring peacefully off into space, completely unaware of Pansy sneaking glances at her. Yes, perhaps they had smoked that much. Goyle looks utterly blazed too, his eyes bloodshot and slitted, fingers positively caked with cheese dust from a bag of crisps. 
Bringing his focus back round to Draco on his lap — who is, from his position, engaged in conversation with Dean — Harry gives a great yawn and shifts a bit, trying to relieve the slight tingling in his right leg. Draco readjusts himself without missing a beat, moving some of his weight around to Harry’s other thigh and continuing uninterrupted in his spiel about … well, Harry’s not sure, really. He thinks it’s something about some artist or another, Draco’s current obsession.
“Harry!” 
He turns, blinking, to see Hermione holding the joint towards him and shaking it. The ash falls off and lands on the carpet.
“Oh — oops,” she giggles. “Sorry. I said your name a million times. Here, take it, it’s yours.”
He leans over the arm of the chair to reach out as far as he can while being weighed down with Draco, stretching towards her on the sofa, and just manages to snag it with his fingertips. She pulls out her wand and cleans the ash, then turns back to Ginny.
Harry drops his head back and takes a hit, pulling the smoke into his lungs, holding it there, and then blowing it out towards the ceiling. He watches with fascination as it joins seamlessly with the larger cloud. He’s become completely neutralised to the smell of the weed but he keeps getting whiffs of Draco’s shampoo, a brand new one he keeps raving about that’s supposed to work all kinds of wonders on his scalp and hair follicles. All Harry really gives a shit about, though, is that Draco’s smelled like coconut lately, which he very much likes.
He lifts his head and takes another hit, but this time he brings his mouth close to Draco’s ear and blows the smoke into it, causing him to cringe away, startled, while Dean starts laughing.
“You’re so fucking annoying when you’re high,” says Draco, trying for scolding except that his eyes are bright and he can’t quite keep a smile off his face. “Give me that.” He snatches the joint from Harry and brings it to his lips, letting the smoke drift out through his nose and looking like the world’s loveliest and smallest dragon. He must see the way Harry’s looking at him because after he takes his second hit he leans down with a coy grin and Harry meets him halfway in a kiss so Draco can breathe the smoke into his mouth. His tongue follows shortly after and Harry loves the way he can taste the weed on it, earthy and bittersweet. 
He loses himself in it quickly, his hazy, sluggish brain happily forgetting the presence of eight or nine of their friends around them as he drinks his fill. All that’s real or matters is the warm, solid weight of Draco in his lap, the smell of weed and coconut, his soft lips and wet tongue and the gentle fingers on his jaw, stroking lightly. His own hand, the one not draped behind Draco’s back, finds his hip and snakes beneath his shirt, just enough to graze warm skin. Draco smiles against his mouth and hums into the kiss before pulling away and trailing his lips towards Harry’s ear.
“I’d settle down if I were you,” he says softly, his breath tickling Harry’s neck. It’s only then that Harry realises he’s got a semi that’s beginning to dig into Draco’s arse and he lets out a quiet laugh. Just to be cheeky, he brings his lips to Draco’s jaw and kisses down his neck, grinning when he feels Draco shiver.
“But I’m enjoying myself so much,” he whispers, hand sliding from Draco’s hip to his lap, where he squeezes over his half-hard cock, causing him to squirm and gasp in surprise. He grabs Harry’s hand and pulls it away with pink cheeks while Harry laughs against his neck.
“Oi, d’you two fucking mind!” comes Dean’s voice, and Harry looks up to see him watching them with raised eyebrows.
“You don’t have to watch,” Harry tells him, ripping his hand out of Draco’s grip to squeeze his thigh this time, delighted by the squawk of indignation.
“Draco’s still holding the joint, you pillock,” says Dean. “And he’s about to singe your arm with it.”
“I’m not about to singe anybody, you troglodyte,” Draco says, whipping round to glare at him. “Not all of us are bumbling Gryffindor barbarians born without a trace of elegance in our blood —”
“Ow!” Harry yells, snatching his arm from around Draco’s back when something scalding hot touches his skin. Dean descends into howls of laughter while Draco takes Harry’s arm and starts apologising profusely. He goes as far as chucking the joint at Dean, whose laughter subsides as it lands in his lap and he jumps out of his chair before it can burn him. Harry can see it beginning to burn a hole in the carpet.
This is not by any means the first time this carpet has seen a lit joint. Hermione has fixed most of the damage but here and there are obvious reminders, which Harry actually quite likes. There is, he thinks, such a thing as too much cleanliness and perfection. If a burn mark on his carpet is a memory of a good time, he can’t see what’s so bad about it.
“I’m so sorry, Harry,” Draco coos, lifting his arm and pressing a soft kiss to the tiny burn mark.
“You did that on purpose,” says Harry, affecting a deep, childish frown that makes Draco laugh. He cups Harry’s cheeks and kisses his lips once, twice, three times, then his cheek, before pulling away.
“Better?”
“Oh, I’ll need more than that if you wanna make up for burning me,” Harry tells him, cheeky grin back in place. Draco rolls his eyes and Harry hears both Dean and Ron making retching noises while Seamus wolf-whistles.
“Who has the other joint?” Dean asks as he drops the roach into an ashtray on the coffee table. “Someone needs to roll a new one.”
“Harry, you do it,” says Pansy. “Blaise did the last two and they were terrible.”
“What the fuck?” Blaise says, glaring at her. “They were fucking decent, what’re you on about?”
“Harry?” Pansy presses, ignoring him. “Will you? Yours are the best.”
“That’s because he’s good with his hands,” Draco says, bringing his lips to Harry’s cheek again where Harry can feel him grinning.
“You have to get off my lap then,” says Harry, prompting a heavy pout from Draco that makes him look twelve.
“Just do it on my lap, it’s not that hard.”
Harry huffs out a breath but agrees; he likes Draco’s warm weight and doesn’t really care if it’s a little more difficult to do, but mostly it’s because in spite of the burn he’s still half-hard and doesn’t necessarily need everyone seeing it. Dean brings over the flat tray with a mirrored base that Harry likes to use for this purpose and sets it down on Draco’s lap.
Draco makes a game of kissing his neck while he’s trying to roll the joints, causing him to fumble several times to the general chagrin of the room at large.
When he’s finished, Dean removes the tray and all the scattered, ground-up weed on its surface and takes the joints, lighting them both and handing one off to Seamus so the rounds can begin again. Harry wonders vaguely how long it would take for the whole room to fill with smoke and eventually suffocate them.
Draco’s nuzzling his cheek now and Harry slips his arm back around him.
“We should kick everyone out after they finish these ones,” he hums into Harry’s ear. “I’m very anxious to make up for burning your poor arm.”
Harry laughs and squeezes his hip playfully, but he also feels his cock twitch with interest. Their friends will come again, plenty of times; more important is the very baked, very randy Draco in his lap whose mouth looks more inviting by the minute.
“Yeah, all right,” he agrees. 
“Good,” Draco says and kisses his cheek once again. His touchy-feeliness is one of Harry’s very favourite things about Draco when he smokes. It’s like he can’t help it. “I’m gonna get some lemonade actually, do you want anything, love?”
“I’m okay,” says Harry. “Don’t be long.”
With another kiss — on his mouth this time — Draco stands up and Harry takes the opportunity to swat his arse before he walks away. Draco yelps and blushes and smacks his arm but he’s smiling, and it makes Harry’s heart even lighter than the weed does.
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eclipsedaugust · 4 years
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Gravity | JJ Maybank (Outer Banks, Season 1)
Pairing: JJ x fem!reader
Wordcount: 2100 words
Warnings: swearing, mentioning of underaged drinking/smoking
a/n: English is not my native language, so there might be spelling/grammar mistakes. Also, this is just a simple oneshot, so don't expect a great plot or anything. Have fun!
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“because in my world, i'm constantly havin' a breakthrough or a breakdown, or a blackout, would you make out with me underneath the shelter of the balcony?”
─ clementine by halsey
[ Clementine, better known as Clem by the Pouges, lived on the southside of Outer Banks with her mum, near John B's home. Her mum worked pretty hard and was often out of town, so Clem was usually to herself. Since she began to work for Kiara’s dad two years ago, she sort of grew on the chaotic group and got involved in a lot more shit than expected. Besides serving tables at the restaurant, hanging out in the hammocks or on John B’s boat and handling the one or other mystery on the island, Clementines mind was occupied by a certain blonde guy. ]
The sun was nearly unberable, making me fan myself with my book. Summer had arrived, in full glory and a lot of hot air. I relaxed in my hammock behind our small bungalow and swung from side to side to keep myself from falling asleep, one foot on the dry grass.
Summer break just started two days ago and it was already boiling outside.
My hammock was placed between two thick trees, right beside the water and the wooden dock. Small waves sloshed against it from time to time and seabirds squealed above my head. I felt at peace and my body nearly forgot it already had more than ten hours of sleep last night as my phone vibrated. A new message from JJ lit up on its screen.
get urself ready
5 min.
A smile spread across my face. Within seconds I was back in my room, putting on my bathing suit, a pair of shorts and an open shirt with hawaiian flowers. I packed some drinks into my small cooling bag, slipped into my flip flops and wrote my mum a message in case she would be home before me.
With a towel over my shoulder and the cooling bag in my hand I walked outside again and onto the dock. John B was already steering his white boat towards the wooden planks as I reached the front.
“Aloha boys,” I greeted them with a big smile, and JJ held out his hand so I could easily jump on board.
“Hi Clem.”
“Aloha, darling. Watcha got there?” JJ asked, peeking over his sunglasses.
Once in a while, when I hadn't seen JJ for a day or two, I thought I wasn't completely head over heals for the sunkissed boy anymore and my heart had settled. But then he had the nerve to smile at me again and my whole body began to tingle.
“One for you.” I handed John B a cooled beer bottle which he thanked me for with a fast kiss onto my tempel. He was at least two feet taller than me. “And one for you.”
I threw another one in JJ's direction before getting myself one, placing my stuff under the bench seat and sitting down beside him.
“That just saved my day,” JJ answered and gave the cold glass a kiss, then he kissed me on my cheek. I hid my smile by taking a sip of beer.
“Don't lie, you already had two,” John B said grinning while he navigated the ship to where Pope lived. The boy was standing outside, helping his dad by cleaning some empty, second-hand boxes as usually.
“Hey, Pope, get your ass in here!”
“I told you yesterday, I can't!”
His dad came outside, a broom in his hands as if he wanted to chase us away. It wasn't a secret his dad disliked us.
“Oh, come on, it's summer vacation,” I interfered and waved him. Pope was already putting down the water hose and giving his dad an excusing look.
“I'll do it tomorrow. I promise!”
“Hell nah, you're stayin'!”
“I’ll be back for dinner!” Pope laid the pipe down and snatched a towel from the railing.
“Get in the boat, get in the boat,” John B whispered, whereupon Pope jumped onto the deck of the ship.
“Pope! Get back here right now!”
“We're getting him back safe, promise!” JJ yelled as John B turned the speed back up and we rushed through the waves up to Kie's house.
“Man, your dad is so unrelaxed. He should try one of my joints.”
“Don't you dare. He'll get us all killed.”
I laughed at the boys conversation. Such idiots. But I loved them nonetheless. They were my family.
Kie lived on the rich northside of Outer Banks, even though she hated it with nearly every fiber of her heart. The darkhaired girl was casually walking up to us, in her hand a bag fully of snacks ─ at least I hoped so.
“Morning y'all.”
“Welcome on board, pretty. Are those snacks?”
JJ got up to give Kie a hand, just like he did with me. Her hair was in a messy pointail, held together by a green cloth.
“Oh, you know. Some watermelon slices, stuff like that,” She joked, smiling.
Kiara was pretty. And not just that, she was smart and knew how to handle things. That didn't stay unnoticed by the guys. They were practically all into her, even if they weren't admitting it. Which wouldn't have been a problem if I was that confident in myself too. Or a bit more adventurous, inventive, whatever.
I wasn't jealous of her. In fact, she was one of my best friends, the only female one I may add. She made sure I got a job at her father’s restaurant, for which I couldn't be more thankful.
“Hey Kie.”
“Hey,” She greeted me, hugging me tightly before sitting down next to me. We provided everyone with drinks so we could touch glasses.
“Salud, guys. To the best summer of all times,” JJ announced, holding up his bottle.
“To the best summer of all times,” We echoed him and clinked our bottles together.
John B turned up the speed and the volume of the stereo as the waves splashed against the boat. I closed my eyes, smelling the salty water, my coconut sunscreen and the beer. I had missed summer.
We stayed out all day long on the water, sunbathing and diving in the ocean. Kie connected her phone with the stereo and put on some of our favourite songs. As the sun was slowly going to set, we all laid in the front of the white varnished boat, sandy and drained from all the sun. Within five minutes, we infested Kie's brought snacks and finished the beers.
JJ was passing around a joint he made himself. His skin glowed orange in the evening sun, even though there were some light bruises on his rips. His head was resting on my tanned legs.
After everyone had taken one or two drags, my body didn't feel as tired anymore. Kie started some more upbeat songs and while Pope navigated the boat back to John B's place, we danced. It probably looked horrible, but it was fun.
First, I was just dancing with Kie. Spinning her around and stuff, but she knew about my feelings for JJ. She was the only one I had told, ever. She was also the only one who believed JJ was interested in me too, as much as I tried to talk her out of it.
So, of course she used my blurry state to get me to dance with JJ. To make it less awkward, I stole his sunglasses and put them on, stupidly smiling at him.
“We dancin' now?”
“Absolutly.”
Grinning, he grabbed my hands and pulled me closer to him. Kie winked at me.
JJ put one of his hands on my hips, swaying me around in the front of the boat.
The sun was melting into the water and gave everything an orange touch. My body was glowing because of the heat, my heartbeat was going way too fast. JJ's blond hairstrands fell into his eyes and I couldn't stop laughing. Then he let me make a twist so my back was pressed against his belly and our hands were intertwined. Once he had unknotted us, he dipped me before pulling me up again. We were so close, our noses nearly touched.
“You look good with my glasses.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Then I might keep it.”
I grinned and bit my bottom lip. His eyes looked so pretty. Blue like the ocean.
“Hey guys, not on my boat, okay?” John B reminded us that we still had company around us.
I rolled my eyes and ─ as much as I didn't want to ─ let go of JJ. My hand slipped out of his and it felt like I was suddenly bound to gravity again.
Pope and Kie attached the rope of the boat with the hook on the dock, and I grabbed my stuff and followed the others to John B's house. I placed the now empty cooling box and my towel on the porch. My body felt like the alcohol and weed had left out of nowhere. The sun was barely seeable by now and the wind was colder than expected.
Inside, I put my clothes back over my swimwear and tamed my frizzy hair in a loose bun.
“That. Was. So. Much. Flirting.” Kie bumped her ellbow into rips with a knowing smile on her lips.
“Shut up. That was nothing.”
“Are you kidding me? Have you seen the way he looks at you?”
I crossed my arms, eyeing her in disbelief. My head just couldn't comprehend the idea of someone liking me like that. Especially not JJ.
“He likes you. A lot. Trust me.”
“Come on, Kie. Just because he flirts with me once doesn't mean he has feelings for me. You know how many girls want him.”
She scoffed. “Okay, fine. I'm gonna ask him.”
“Wha─ No. No, Kie!” I whisper-screamed at her and tried to grab her arm, but she escaped my grasp and jogged into the kitchen where the boys probably looted John's fridge. Fuck.
“Uh, guys, my mum texted me. I'm gonna go now, see ya tomorrow!” I yelled and quickly escaping onto the porch. The warmth seemed to have disappeared, thick rain drops where pouring down onto the shelter of the porch.
There was no way I would just let Kie embarrass me because ─ surprise ─ JJ wasn't actually flirting with me. Absolutely not.
I was already on the last step and out in the rain, as someone called me.
“Clem? Wait.” JJ. Goddamnit. I shut my eyes for a second before facing him.
“Yup?” I asked, trying to sound casual.
He scratched the back of his neck. “You─ uh... You still have my sunglasses.”
My heart dropped. Had I honestly expected something else?
“Yes, right. Sorry.”
I shook my head, scoffing as I took them off and went up the stairs again. I left my stuff down on the paveway. Internally, I was shaking like hell. My heart was a wreck. Utterly nervous. Maybe Kie hadn’t said anything, maybe he hadn’t heard her, I thought.
I stood infront of him again, not as close as before though. Without thinking and instead of just handing the stupid glasses over like a normal person, I put them on his face. He didn't need them, the sun had already vanished beneath the ocean. I did it anyway.
JJ pushed them up in his hair.
And then we were just looking at each other and I hade to pull myself together so I wouldn't faint. I gulped and tugged at my own shirt, that ridiculous hawaiian shirt.
“So,” JJ spoke under his breath. The rain was still pouring down onto the plastic shelter. My heart beat felt louder, and I wondered if he could hear it. I was so scared.
“Goodnight, J.”
With that, I turned around and wanted to leave, like I always did when I was too afraid to face the truth.
“I like you too.”
Everything in me froze just to melt in the next second. My heart stumbled. So Kie did tell him.
Slowly, I turned back around.
JJ just stood there, hands in his pockets and sunglasses in his hair, chewing unsurely on his bottom lip. He seemed vulnerable. No smug grin, no stupid joke on the tip of his tongue.
“I mean I really, really like you, Clementine. More than that.”
For once, I didn't want to be afraid. If he could be brave, I could too. Within a second, I was back in front of him, though way closer. Even closer than on the boat.
And this time, I kissed him.
My hands grabbed his hair, pulling his face down to mine, and once he had understood, I felt his arms wrap around my waist. There was no gravity pulling me down when we were this close.
“I really like you, too,” I mumbled between two kisses. I could feel his lips forming a smile as he pressed them onto mine again.
“"I thought you'd never admit it,” He said, grinning.
“Don't get used to it,” I answered, grinning just as wide as he did.
And then he kissed me again under the shelter of the balcony, surrounded by the heavy sound of the rain, while I buried my hands in his hair and he pulled me off the ground.
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I've gotta say, one of my favorite movies with Josh is the Wedding Ringer. Never fails to make me laugh, and I just... I want a sequel of him just having the boys trip he always wanted, being confident and finding someone who cares about him and just ahhh!! I love his character in that movie.
MY MAN DOUGLAS 🙌
That movie cracks me up. From the moment he broke the table I knew that my abs were going to hurt from laughing so much. I was expecting it to be the average R full of nothing but ridiculous crude comedy, but it turned out to be very heartwarming! Kevin Hart and Josh Gad have really great chemistry. 
Anyway, that sequel would be LIT ^^ There’s so much comedic potential there omg thank you for this 
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Can Our Love Survive? Ch. 19
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Bucky Barnes x Reader, Natasha Romanoff x Reader
Words: 2086
Warning: Drug use-marijuana, talk of sex
A/N: I am so sorry about not sticking with my schedule. So, I’m not gonna say much, just let you read. Enjoy!
***TAGLIST FOR THIS SERIES IS CLOSED***
The holidays came and went, and before you knew it, spring had almost sprung. Things had settled down and everyone found a routine that worked out, all of you doing your part to get things done. It wasn't all sunshine and roses, but the frustration was minimal and usually came from you and your twin and those things always worked themselves out.
Shortly after Bucky had moved in, he told your mom he wanted to get a job to help with the money situation. He knew having the extra person in the house would be a financial burden on her and he wanted to do his part. Sarah Rogers, the bad ass she was, was having none of that. “Your education is more important than a few extra dollars. I'll worry about the money, you worry about getting good grades,” she told him over dinner one evening. There was no winning against Sarah and the conversation was quickly dropped, never to be brought up again.
What none of you knew was Sarah Rogers was already receiving a check each month, courtesy of one George Barnes. When George returned from his getaway, Sarah went to the Barnes home and had a not so nice conversation with the deadbeat douche. Since George had abandoned and neglected his sixteen-year-old son, it was in his best interests to cooperate and pay monthly for his son’s expenses while staying in the Rogers home. George did not want Child Protective Services involved or anyone for that matter and he wasn’t about to have his image tarnished or his name slung through the mud, so letting the money go was the best way to not have to deal with his son and that’s something he could live with.
George also had no problem signing over guardianship of James to Sarah, having no desire to parent Bucky. Sarah was willing to step up and be legally responsible for the boy and felt he’d been neglected enough by the people that called themselves his parents. It was time an adult took an interest in him, nourishing and encouraging him along the way, making him aspire to achieve greatness and know his worth. Sarah Rogers would always go the extra mile for her kids, and she’d already accepted Bucky as one of her own.
March had just begun, and with that came Bucky's birthday. You were happy to spend his seventeenth birthday with him, but there was more to it than that. His birthday marked your five-month anniversary. It wasn't a six-month milestone people normally celebrated, but you wanted to make it special and memorable for the both of you.
It’d been five months and sex still hadn’t happened between you. Bucky was amazing at not pushing and letting you take the lead but it didn't mean all things were off the table. You've seen this dick, touching it and stroking him to orgasm, hand jobs becoming a normal occurrence in your bedroom. And in return, Bucky brought you to climax courtesy of his tongue and boy did he know how to use it! Your vagina had the pleasure of getting really acquainted with the masterpiece that was his mouth and he completely ruined you for anyone else in the future.
Even though you'd shared those intimacies, you still couldn't bring yourself to have penetrative sex. You'd tried several times, but it just wasn't happening. Bucky said it was okay, and was never upset, but you felt like a failure. How could you touch his cock and let him eat you out, but the moment his cock comes anywhere near your vagina, you freak! You needed help getting through this and needed someone to talk it out with.
 Pulling out your phone, you went to your messages and brought up the conversation with your best friend, typing out a message and hitting send.
Y/N: Nat, I want to have sex with Bucky.
Nat: Well hello to you too, sunshine.
Y/N: Yeah, hi. Back to my original problem…..
Nat: Is that a question?
Y/N: Nat!!! Help me!!
Nat: You put the weed in the coconut and light that shit up.
Y/N: OMFG!! Fuck off… wait, you have weed?
Nat: *sigh* Well, unless you want to body swap, I'm pretty sure you're on your own.
Y/N: Ugh! Why are you so difficult?!
Nat: Because, I am the love of your life, (not Bucky. I've been with you longer), and the only one that puts up with the needy bitch you are.
Y/N: Then help me!!!!
Nat: You're so whiny. Take a fucking xanax already!
Y/M: I did, not helping!
Nat: Then eat a dick and shut your bitchy mouth.
Y/N: I can't… Bucky's not home!! And it's not my mouth that's talking, it's my fingers.
Nat: Then put them in your vag and leave me alone.
Y/N: Fine, you're not my BFF anymore. Guess I'll be giving myself to Bucky forever. You can no longer have my body when I die.
Nat: Shut up snatch, I'm on my way.
Y/N: Bring weed?
Nat shows up twenty minutes later, kisses you on the cheek and hands you a baggy. “DO NOT let your mom know! Momma Rogers will murder me!”
 “I'll just blame it on Clint. He came over the other day smelling like skunk. Mom rushed them to the hospital and had ‘em drug tested. Steve's grounded by the way, if he didn't tell you already. He also lost his car for a month and mom is making him volunteer at the hospital.”
 Nat shakes her head and the two of you head to your bedroom, locking the door behind you,
lighting some candles and opening the window. Nat takes a joint out of the bag and lights it up, inhaling deep and handing it over. You repeat the process and the two of you continue passing it back and forth, not saying a word until you feel the drug take over.
“So, you wanna have sex with Bucky.”
 Nodding, you take another puff. “Fuck yeah, I do.” You pass the joint back to her.
 “What's stopping you?”
 “Brock.” The name just rolled off your tongue without hesitation, mostly due to being blazed.
“I'm gonna say some shit cause we're high as fuck and it’s the only way I can say it...” she stops and glares at you waiting for approval to continue and you nod, giving her the go ahead. “Stop letting that fucker control you!! Not every dick is Brock's and Bucky seems like he has a nice size cock-”
 “It is very nice…,” you interrupt, “Oh! And big too!”
 Nat looks at you annoyed. “Don't interrupt me. Will you just fuck your man already! Once you do, I promise, you'll never want to stop.”
You sit in silence and try to process her directness. “Ok, but how?”  
 Nat rolls her eyes and shakes her head. “I assume you know the logistics of fucking.” She takes another hit of the joint.
 You sigh. “I can't just be like ‘hey Bucky, stick your dick in my vagina and fuck me!’”
 “The fuck you can’t!” Nat raises her voice but then passes you the diminishing joint. “Just sit on his lap and ride him like the brahma bull he is.”
Taking another puff, you furrow your eyebrows, confusion evident on your face. “Wait… what's a brahma bull?”
 Nat rolls her eyes hard. “You know, The Rock?!”
 You shrug. “Don’t know him. Should I?”
 “Oh, my fucking god, I can’t with you!” She bursts out laughing, doubling over from the intensity.
You sit on your bed, your high at its peak, and you stare at your best friend. There's something you need to ask and now seems like the best time not knowing if you’ll ever muster up the courage to ever say these words again. “Nat… why didn't you stop me?”
 Your best friend stops and sits up, her face going slack. “Would you have listened?”
 Nodding, you lower your head. That wasn’t the only question you had but for the next one you couldn’t look her in the eye. “How long, Nat?”
 “I don't follow?”
 You look up at her, your eyes meeting hers. “Don't play dumb… how long?”
 Nat shakes her head. “Does it matter now?”
 You reach out and place a hand on top of hers. “It matters to me.”
“It changes nothing, right?!” She lifts her head and sighs. “Since middle school. I've been in love with you since middle school. Happy now? How’d you even know?!”
“I’ve always kinda knew, just had a feeling. And you should've said something. Things would’ve been a lot different and that ass bag would never have happened.”
 Nat smiles. “You wouldn't be with Bucky, because I’d never let you go.” She leans in and kisses your cheek, making you blush. “You deserve Bucky. He's your forever and I'm just your very best friend.”
 Grabbing her face softly, you look her in the eyes. “You're more than my best friend and no one could ever replace you in my life. Without you, I'd be lost. Bucky may be my forever, but you have my soul.”
Nat grabs you and pulls you into a fierce hug. “I love you, принцесса.”
 “I love you, too.” It comes out muffled.
There’s a knock at the door, making you jump out of Nat’s tight embrace. “Baby, you in there?!” Bucky’s voice comes from the other side.
 “Fuck, Nat! Hide the shit!” Nat grabs the baggie and puts it in her jacket.
 “Honey? You ok?” He knocks again and you hear him jiggle the doorknob.
 “Just a second, I'm coming!” You yell at the door. “Spray my perfume!” You point to the bottle on your dresser and watch as she grabs it and begins spraying around the room.
You move to the door and open it to see your boyfriend standing there, a look of concern on his face. “Hi!” You say, the grin on your face not hiding anything.
 Bucky eyes you and then Nat and inhales deeply. “Are you high?”
 “Who me? I don't know what you're talking about?” You try to hold back a laugh, but it doesn't work. “It's her fault!” You point at Nat but turn back to see Bucky's mad face.
 Nat shrugs. “Hey, I just supplied it, didn't tell you to smoke it.”
Bucky huffs and shakes his head. “You know if your mom finds out she'll give you a worse punishment than Steve, right?”
 You wrap your arms around his neck and put your face close to his. “So, don't tell and I'll make it worth your while.” You lean in and kiss him softly.
 Bucky rolls his eyes. “Better clean up and get the smell out. I'm not sleeping in here if it still stinks. I refuse to endure the wrath of Sarah Rogers.” He gives you a chaste kiss. “I'll go start dinner. Nat.” He tips his head and walks out, leaving you with your best friend.
“He sleeps in here now?” Nat asks and grabs her coat, putting it on.
 “Yep. Told mom we weren't having sex because I wasn't ready. He told her it wasn't a deal breaker and he could wait. Guess it was enough.”
 She chuckles. “And now you want to have sex. How fitting, just don't get caught.”
 You smirk. “Do I ever?”
Nat rolls her eyes and stands up from the bed. “I'm gonna go. Give me a hug bitch!” Nat holds out her arms and you step into her embrace.
 “Thanks for coming through and for the talk, but Bucky effectively killed my buzz.”
 Nat laughs just a little, amused by your comment. “I'll see myself out, you rest. Sleep that shit off.” She starts to walk out of your room but stops in the doorway and turns back around. “You know you really didn’t need me to talk you through this. You’re ready for the next step. Stop doubting yourself. He’s not him, never will be. Get your man and make me proud.” She winks and then disappears through the door.
 Throwing yourself on the bed you know she’s right. Bucky will never be Brock so there’s nothing to worry about. This time around it’ll mean something to both of you and things could never be as fucked up as it was when you both lost your virginity to other people. You’re ready and it’s time to give yourself completely to each other, and you know the perfect time and place to make that happen.
 * принцесса-Princess
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Chanel:
Two weeks had gone by since me and Meek's first official date and I was still floating on cloud nine. Meek had come into my life and completely changed it, I'd fallen for him. He was the man who didn't love easily because he didn't know how to, no-one had taught him how to love and treat a women. But he treated me with nothing but love.
Glancing at my computer I tried my best to focus on the emails in front of me. But I couldn't stop thinking about Meek, he was all I thought about he invaded my mind, body and soul like the plague; he consumed me. Our love was consuming it was all or nothing. He was like oxygen to me and without him I couldn't breath.
My office phone rung snapping me out of my trance. Noticing it the our front desk phone I answered it.
“Chanel there’s a detective that wants to speak to you” Rachel said.
“Umm ok, you can send him to the office” I said.
I wad confused as to what a detective was doing here. When there was a knock on the door.
“Come in” I said.
A tall light skinned man with bright hazel eyes stepped into my office. “Are you Chanel Wright ?” he asked.
“Yes, that's me" I said getting up from my chair and walking around to the front of my desk.
“I’m detective Davis and I’m investigating a missing person’s case. I just wanted to ask you a few questions" he said.
“Missing person ?"
“Jennifer Chambers” he said.
The first name sounded familiar but I couldn’t quite put my finger on where I knew it from.
“Who?” I asked
He removed a photo from the inside of his suit jacket and held it up for me. When I caught a glance of the photo my blood ran cold. It was the same girl I'd gotten into a fight into with at LIV over Meek.
"I've seen her once before about two weeks ago. I didn't know her name thought. When did she disappear?"
"She was reported missing on October 12th.. That was the same night multiple witnesses stated hag you got into an altercation with her"
"That was my first time meeting her. When I left her in the club she was fine, beat up but she wasn't missing"
“So what were you two fighting about?"
"We were at a club, there was liquor. Things got heated and then we fought. It's nothing out of the ordinary" I said, there was no way I was going to mention Meek to a cop.
“That’s it?” he said
“Yeah it was just a drunk club fight” I said shrugging.
The detective scanned my face trying to sense if I was lying. My face held no deception, I had mastered a good poker face it was a skill I had inherited from my father.
“Well, if anything comes to mind or you remember anything just give me a call” he said taking a card out of his pocket and handing it to me.
I nodded and gave him a polite smile before he spun on his heels walking towards the door.
Before he walked out he stopped and looked at me “Oh one more thing, you’re too beautiful to be fighting in clubs” he said with a smile and walking out before I had the chance to say anything.
The rest of the day was a blur I couldn’t stop thinking about Jennifer. Sure I wasn’t her biggest fan but that didn’t mean I wanted her to completely disappear off the face of the earth. I hoped that she was ok but I had a bad feeling about this. Something felt off about this whole situation.
When I finally made it home the smell of food invaded my nostrils. My stomach growled in response. Stepping out of my heels, I walked into the kitchen.
Meek was putting food on a plate, when he looked up at me he smiled and my knee's buckled in response. That was just the effect Meek had on me.
“Hi beautiful” he said walking over to me and giving her a kiss on the lips. “You hungry? he asked.
“Hi baby, and yeah I'm starving ” I said walking past him and quickly washing my hands.
"Get me a water from the fridge" Meek said. Getting a bottle of Pepsi for myself I grabbed a water bottle for Meek and followed him to the living room. Flipping through the channel's he stopped when he got to Law and Order SVU.
We ate in silence, but it was mostly because my mind was racing about Jennifer. When we finished eating I got our empty plates and brought them into the kitchen and loaded them into the dishwasher.
"I'm going to go take a shower" I yelled from the kitchen.
Walking into the bathroom I turned on the shower and undressed. Stepping under the hot water I let it run down my body trying to erase the thoughts from my mind. Grabbing my loafer I squeezed my coconut body wash on and lathered it against my skin.
When I stepped out of the bathroom, and into my bedroom. Meek was sitting on the bed with his elbows resting on his knee's his head was hung low.
Tossing the towel off my body I pulled on one of Meek's t-shirts and a pair of boy shorts I pulled my hair into a messy bun on top of my head.
"You wanna roll up for me?" I asked him.
Meek looked up at me. "I got three on my tray on the nightstand" he said.
Grabbing the blunt from his tray and a lighter I stepped onto the balcony. Sitting in the chair I brought the blunt to my lips and lit it. Inhaling the weed I felt my body relax when I blew out the smoke.  
“What’s wrong with you Chanel? What did I do?" Meek asked standing in the doorway.
"It's just been a long day that's all" I said taking another pull from the blunt.
"So talk to me" he said sitting next to me, pulling my feet onto his lap he rubbed my feet.
I sighed feeling the tension leaving my body. "A detective came by the shop today"
“Detective?” He asked
“Yea he came asking me questions about Jennifer. She’s been missing since that night at Liv” I said blowing smoke out of my mouth.
“Ok and what does that have to do with you?" Meek asked.
He didn't even seem fazed by the fact that she was missing. Like he'd already known, about it. Which had my mind racing even more.
"Ahmeek, we got into a fight the same night she went missing of course I'm going to be someone they question. Everyone saw us fighting" I said.
Meek took the blunt from my hand and took a pull. "Umm" he replied and the coolness of his tone made my blood run cold.
"What did you do to her?” I asked
“What are you talking about?" he asked me blowing smoke out of his mouth.
"You went out that night and you didn’t come back for hours. You said you had something to handle” I said remembering that night.
“Chanel I’m gone damn near every night I work at night’s. You questioning me about some shit like I don’t hustle. That shit is an after hours all types of hours job baby girl" he said.
I knew Meek was gone most nights and I wanted like hell to believe him but I had this gut feeling telling me he was lying about this. "Ahmeek, just tell me the truth" I said.
Meek glare at me and I could see him battling with what to say to me. Outing the blunt he stood from his seat. "I didn't do anything Chanel.. I have to make a couple moves" he said walking back inside.
Getting up I followed behind him, when I saw him putting on his sneakers my heart sank.
“Where are you going Ahmeek?” I asked stopping right in front of him.
Meek looked up at her and shook his head. He tried to walk around me but I blocked him. "Chanel take your ass to bed" he said grabbing his car keys.
"No why are you walking away from me when I'm trying to talk to you?"
"Because I don't have shit to talk about and I have money to make" he said walking around me.
“Ahmeek !” I shouted after him.
Meek stopped dead in his tracks, but he didn’t turn to face me.
“Where are you going" I asked.
"Like I said I have business to handle” he said stepping onto the elevator. He looked up at me and pressed the button for the garage “don’t worry I’m not going to kill anyone since that’s what you think I do” he said as the elevator door’s closed. I could feel the tears forming in my eyes and I  blinked them away.
My heart felt like it was breaking, I wanted to believe Ahmeek so badly. But one thing I always trusted was my gut and it was telling me that Meek had something to do with Jennifer missing.  I didn’t want to believe that Meek could do something like that but my mind raced back to the first night I met him. He drew his gun on Rob like it was nothing, I saw the look in his eyes when he glared at Rob. It was as if someone else taken over his body.
I loved that Meek was a hustler, his street qualities was something that I found attractive. He was a boss he commanded attention and demanded respect. I saw the attention he got when he entered a room; the fear that lived behind the eyes of people who got close to him. I knew he’d killed before but would he kill Jennifer? And over what? Most importantly how did that make me feel?
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When I walked into the office Carter was sitting behind his desk taking a sip of his Scotch. "What did you need to talk about?" Carter asked sitting up in his chair.
I paced back and forth my hand running down my waves. "Remember that girl I made  disappear" I said.
“Mmhmm"
"A detective came by Chanel’s spot today asking her questions. Now she’s asking me questions"
"What’d you tell her ?"
"I said I ain’t have shit to do with it” I said matter of fact.
Carter scoffed “I know she ain’t believe your ass.”
“Obviously not. But I can handle that, I just need this detective off her back. She don’t need to be dragged into my mess” I said.
"Well if she wasn’t fighting then Jennifer wouldn’t be dead. But what are you going to do about this detective?"
"Jennifer was a loose canon and it was a matter of time before she tried Chanel. I wasn't going to take that chance. So I handled the problem. The detective now I need help with"
"You want me to make the investigation go away?"
"Yeah, I know you have Miami PD and all that on your payroll. I just need it of Chanel, I'll take my chances if the protection doesn't extend to me" I said.
“Ah so that’s why you're here. Here I was thinking you wanted to hang out with me" Carter said.
"Stop playin man” I said
Carter chuckled, "Listen when you started working for me my connections became your connections. I don't extend that to just everyone but you being with my daughter along with me actually liking you its yours. I'll call them and see what I can find out and let you know and it won't be a problem anymore" he said.
“I appreciate it G” I  said.
“Like I said, my connections are your connections now. You’re apart of this operation now you’re covered. However I think you need to tell Chanel the truth about Jennifer, because I know my daughter she’s not going to let this shit go. I taught her well, when she get's an idea in her head she won't stop till she finds out the truth. And I think you're good for her, I know how much you would do for her and that's a father's dream for his daughter to have. Plus I haven't seen anyone flip shit the way you and your crew do so you more than have my respect. But tell her about Jennifer, if you explain it to her she'll understand." He said.
Nodding my head I let out a sigh, I wanted to tell Chanel, but I was just scared that she would feel differently about me.
“Go handle that, I’ll get at you in a few days about the drop” Carter said.
"Ight G" I said giving him a dap and leaving the warehouse. Lighting the blunt I pulled out the warehouse heading to Chanel’s house.
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Walking into Chanel’s room I quickly scanned it searching for her. I noticed the balcony door slightly open.
Letting out a deep breath I stepped out onto the balcony. Chanel was sitting in the chair smoking a blunt.
“How much did you smoke” I asked.
"2 blunts since you left" she said looking at me.
Sitting down next to her I took the blunt from her hand and brought it up to my lips.  
“Did you finish what you needed to handle” Chanel asked.
“Yes"
“Are you going to tell me what happened or you going to keep lying to me ?” Chanel asked.
Sighing I took another pull of the blunt and let the smoke out of my mouth. “What exactly do you wanna know ?“  
“Have you ever killed anyone?"
I ran a hand down my waves and face sighing. "Yes"
"How many?” Chanel asked
“Chanel.. "
"How many people have you killed ?"
"I don’t know ma, I’m not keeping numbers of the bodies I’m lining up” I said honestly.
“Did you kill Jennifer?“
I took another pull of the blunt and blew the smoke out. "She was threatening you, Jennifer was spiteful and I wasn’t taking that risk with you. I’m not the good guy, Chanel. I don’t take kindly to disrespect, the minute I feel disrespected nigga’s stop breathing. You’re mine Chanel, you got a nigga whole heart and I don’t play about you. Any threat or harm that comes your way is disrespect to me and I’m body bagging anyone behind you.I’m all street baby, I’m not gone apologize for any of that, because this is all me Chanel. I can’t change this” I said.
Chanel took the last pull of the blunt and set it in the ashtray.
"Baby say something please” I said my voice held my fear that she would up and leave me. I couldn’t handle that, I wasn’t letting her go. The only way that was happening is if they put me in a body bag.
Chanel turned her head and looked at me. “I love you Ahmeek. The love I feel for you is border line toxic. People don’t love this hard, I’ve never loved this hard. When I’m not with you I feel like apart of me is missing, like I’m walking around with only half of me. When we’re fighting I feel like I can’t breathe, I can’t eat I can’t sleep. I was alive before you but you make me feel like I’m finally living. I thought knowing this would scare me away from you, but there isn’t anything you can do for me to leave you. I’m all in with you 25 to life like you always say. I ain’t never wanted to be anyone’s ride or die until you. It took me two months to fall in love with you and I’m not going anywhere. I’m here forever baby. No matter how crazy you are or how crazy you make me” Chanel said.  
I was on her in seconds, pulling her shorts down. Chanel grabbed the waist band of my sweats and  boxers pulling them down and freeing myself.
Grabbing her I pulled her onto my length. I hissed feeling her wrap around me and Chanel's nails dug into my shoulders.
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msshadows97 · 3 years
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“No romance intended you sick puppies”
“There’s a raccoon”
“Whoo”
“I’d strike the sun if it insulted me”
“I will face god and walk backwards into hell”
“Hope comes in too many forms --- who has time for hope?”
"hugs are merely a subtle attempt to strangle you"
"How did I get here?"
"She looked into the toilet and cried"
"I find Darwin's theory on survival of the fittest my personal challenge"
"The ozone is pretty in the winter"
"You dab like a child"
"Call me a basking Robin sample spoon because I'll snap like one"
"Its not gay its Wednesday"
"I'm like a shark if I stop moving I'll die"
"I have no mouth but I must scream"
"Look at the Christmas lights! Oh wait that's a stop light"
"Can you see the blind?"
"I'm going to eat your toes"
"Freshmen looks makes eating children look fun "
"If clouds are made of water, doesnt that make rain abandoned cloud pieces because they aren't good enough to be clouds"
"I have cried over pasta"
"The dog isnt cute its rabid"
"What's the clear tape called? Oh ya tape"
"That's how you left our friendship, on the ground.... broken"
"And then they pulled a nut out of his chest!"
"What's the wiki?"
"They found a beluga whale with a harness, it's a Russian spy"
"What if I had a duck army and the commander is named Jim?"
"Boats are weird, am I right?"
"Is it true human spawn are born from a ritual of blood and pain?"
"The amish are part of the government.... they have control"
"You dont know how much someone is worth till you sell them"
"*whispers* put the lotion on the skin"
"Right now I'm Switzerland"
"Grades? is that a sause?"
"Call me sister slug"
"My emotions give me whip lash"
"I have the social tack of a dysfunctioning wrecking ball"
"shark bait hoo ha ha"
"I am a dramatic bird"
" Rome wasn't built in a day but did burn down in one"
"I'm to much like a house plant"
"Due to personal reasons I'm evil now"
"My lucky number is pi because my luck is never ending"
"Follow me, I'm right behind you"
"My body parts are in different time zones"
"I'm like a key to a lock that doesn't fit"
"How dare the world tilt on its axis"
"If your possessed by a demon, we aren't taking you home"
"Rose's are red, that much is true, but violets are purple, not fucking blue"
"Drink some tea, while we spill some tea"
"How many hail marrys?"
"I’m more temperamental than a mercury thermometer.”
"Put the lime and the coconut and shake it all up"
"I'm like a kid in a candy store, I just don't know when to stop"
" My emotions are like an avacado"
"Its either my arthritis or caffeine I can't tell anymore"
"You mean you can't tell people tallies by their baldness"
"Don't touch me I'm poisonous"
"Im so fucking feral"
"Is this how it ends?"
"You never realise how pale you are till you buy foundation"
"Can my imaginary friend kill me?"
"Jesus will forgive me"
“I want to eat a butterfly…. I just might”
“I’d hit a bitch with a lamp”
“I murdered for a muffin”
“Emotional support does not exist in this world”
“If i find a ghost attractive is it necrophilia”
“Free baby with every purchase”
“Death has an american accent”
“Death did not choose. He made a mistake”
“Trying to clobber somebody to death with cheap bedside decoration”
“Mom Im scared come pick me up they're howling again”
“Guess falling makes you change genders”
“I was once inspired by the soundtrack to frozen 2”
“Bros before immortality”
“Sex with a ghost? How would that even work?”
“If i was an egg i’d drop it”
“I wish i was well adjusted”
“wow, my mouth is watering… No that's the rabies flaring up”
“Im a good dude who makes strange work for him”
“What do you call terorism against heaven and hell?’
“I didnt sign up for this now suffer with me”
“Food is a metaphor for love”
“Oh shit wrong body… before he realizes that it doesn't matter”
“Snowflake the stalker peacock”
“Shane kills a man and eat cocoa puffs”
“Summoning a demon is pretty chill”
“And god said ‘ its kinda boring isn't it?”
“laying an egg is fucking wack”
“God once said ‘they will never comprehend those lights’ he then asked why she yeeted him to hell”
“What's it like to forgive a dumbass?”
“Earth is a libra”
“ my life is a lie thats why i live in my mind”
“Whats it like to be straight?”
“Are the straights ok?”
“I hide my issues while you hide your distress”
“My solution to everything is a good neck rub”
“We are like two peas in a rotten pod”
“Cannibalism and love should never be in the same sentence”
“I’m wearing a tummie tuck-FUCK”
“It’s not gay if he’s dead”
“Another interruption during the presentation will result in you being thrown out a window.”
“Jeez he meant a Literal closet”
“You know you fucked up when the villain starts to Tortured the entity death”
“Names Richard but I go by dick… by choice”
“The human mind is my worst fear”
“I’m a switchblade”
“My soul jumped a little”
“My back is like a glow stick”
“i don’t have a brain actually. my head is just filled with lots and lots of dried flowers”
“Vleb the American musical”
“damn, you live laugh love like this?”
“Are you really making jokes about your death?”
“ baths are the accepted human soup”
“I don’t want a sugar daddy I want a salty daddy”
“Sanity is not real, it's a social construct.”
“ Sprite is the want to be water“
“I’m not gonna lock my car. What are they gonna do, steal my Cinderella booster seat?”
“That’s what Christmas is all about. Eating sugar cookie dough like it’s weed.”
“Ghost be horny because they’re dead”
"What do you take me for, human?”
“I will put you in a neverending story full of plot holes and spelling errors”
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keelywolfe · 5 years
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Drabble: Not a Monkey's Uncle (baon)
Summary: Red is not a babysitter. That is definitely for the best.
Tags: Spicyhoney, Established Relationship, Brotherly Affection (sort of), Hints of kustard
Notes: @frankpanioncube suggested that Red might be an...uh...interesting babysitter. My brain went this way with it. ^_^
Part of the ‘by any other name’ series.
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Red didn’t get what the big deal was about the sun, anyway. Some mornings the fucking thing was like getting stabbed in the socket with a lit cigarette, days with a hangover lingering in his skull like an unwanted guest.
Not that he was usually walking anywhere, not on this kind of morning, but he hadn’t been over lately to check the status of the leftovers in his bro’s fridge. His head ached but hunger was gnawing at his magic. These days, Red didn’t stay hungry if he could help it and if helping it involved a jaunt over to the bro’s, welp, that was what he’d do. Odds were about fifty-fifty that Edge was still pissy at him, but eh, pressing his luck had gotten Red this far in life and chili dogs were in season. May as well take the chance and if Edge still had a bug up his ass then at least Red could die full. He stepped out from the shortcut onto the sidewalk in front of their house, sunglasses firmly in place, and hung out a minute to finish his cigar. Pressing his luck was one thing but smoking in the house was bordering on suicidal. Red wasn’t in that much of a mood, thanks. “Hello Mister Sans Red Sir!” Red froze, cigar clenched in his teeth. What the fuck…? He tipped down his sunglasses to get a better look. Scattered over the front yard between all those weed piles his brother grew were a bunch of filthy Monster kids. All looking at him with bright, cheery interest or maybe like they were about to rip out his soul and feast on it, could go either way. His bro really needed to rethink his lawn ornaments; these ones were a little too eager. Red didn’t know a lot about rug monkeys. His experience began and ended with Edge, and he wouldn’t call his bro’s childhood or even his bro a great representation of normalcy. “hey,” he said, cautiously. Not that he wanted a chat with the booger-flinging crowd, but it paid well to make good with the neighbors. A chorus of 'hi's, 'hello's, and hand waves came at him like an attack, loud enough for his lingering hangover to perk up in the back of his skull to do the cha-cha-cha. Yeah, okay, that was enough of that. Red crushed out his cigar beneath one sneaker and made to walk past them. Shame it turned out that talking to ‘em was an invite he damn well hadn’t meant to send. The whole pack of ‘em tromped over in his direction and before he could so much as say fuck off, he was surrounded. Well, fuck him sideways and upside down, this was a conundrum, wasn’t it. He’d been top of the food chain in Underfell and here he was in the soft world getting trapped like a lame zebra by a group of junior lions. Sans was gonna laugh his ass off when he found out—and he would. The only question was how long he’d ride the insult train on it before Red shut his choo-chooing up. Not that Red couldn’t just shortcut his way out but eh, now it was too late. Now they’d caught his interest, which just went to show that kids made poor life choices. “what’s up, kiddos,” Red asked, easily. Most of ‘em were about his height or taller, but Red hadn’t worn that expression of eager innocence since about the first time he’d put feet on the ground. “where’s stretch and the boss?” “Mister Papyrus Stretch Sir isn’t here today,” the spokes-kid said mournfully. Red filed that useful tidbit away. “We’re helping with the garden and Mister Edge Sir went to get us lunch. But he’s taking a long time!” A murmur of agreement went through the peanut gallery and for fuck’s sake, Red hadn’t seen begging eyes like that since the last time Sansy had let him use the cuffs. He cut that thought off quick; even thinking about that night around a bunch kids was probably at least a misdemeanor. Red sucked his teeth thoughtfully. “hungry, huh? that a fact?” Red considered the contents of his inventory and grinned, a smile that usually sent a cold chill down a stiffest spine, but the ankle biters only nodded like a troop of fucking bobble heads. “then lemme see what uncle red can do for ya.”
~~*~~
It was about fifteen minutes later as the crow flies when Edge finally made his grand entrance. The tray he was carrying had a pretty damn impressive spread. No surprise there, his bro had a thing about his nosh. But the princess was a little too late for the ball this time, and instead of a fanfare, he got groans and sickly whimpers. He stopped at the top of the stairs and stared down at the massacre across his lawn, stunned to silence. Even Red would admit it was impressive; a collection of brats collapsed on the grass in various states of whimpering. Couple of ‘em even looked a little green and Red idly wondered how his bro was gonna handle that. Better to puke on the grass or risk contaminating the floor on the way to the john, now that was a real decision. Probably would have been better to ditch before Edge came out, but if Red’d done that, he wouldn’t get to see his brother’s fine temper, now would he? Plus, he hadn’t made it to the fridge yet, eyes on the prize and all that shit. Still took some stones not to flinch when his brother swung that temper his way. S’ok, Red had a stone or two to spare and seeing Edge’s eye lights burning like the fires of hell was like a walk down memory lane. “What did you do?” Edge demanded, no, snarled at him. Okay, yeah, maybe time to cool it a notch. Red only shrugged. “they said they was starving. never liked to see a hungry kid so i helped ‘em out.” Scattered between the kids were a litter of empty frosting containers, mostly chocolate but there was a coupla buttercream and one coconut thrown into the mix. One of the little crotch fruit still had a chocolate-smeared hand stuck in one of ‘em, but most were licked clean. That had been impressive on its own; lil’ fuckers were like locusts, devouring all in their path. Edge set the tray down and scrubbed at his face with one hand, the redness of his eye lights leaking through his fingers. He wasn’t exactly calmer when he looked back at Red, but murder was at least off the table. For now, anyway. “You—” Well, hey, there was one to mark off his bucket list. Never in his life had Edge been unable to find words for him; usually he kept a nice collection of ‘fucks’ polished up just for him. Edge seemed to be holding those in reserve because all he managed to say between gritted teeth was, “Why did you even have that much frosting?” “i’d tell ya, boss, but you’d probably regret knowing.” As it was, he was gonna have to make a grocery run or Sans would be hopping right back into the line of people hacked off at him. Probably Sans should get frequent flyer miles by now and Edge never left, just tore off another number and waited his turn. “All right,” Edge said heavily. “All right.” He raised his voice to include the brats, “Let’s get cleaned up and each of you can try to get a sandwich in you before you go home.” A chorus of groans went through his fallen troops, and then a collective, “Yes, Boss.” Wellie, well, well, from the returning blaze of his eye lights, it looked like his bro was gonna dig out his special collection of fucks after all, the kind ya brought out for company. Hope the kids didn’t take any of ‘em home for the folks. Probably time for him to make like a tree and run like hell, but Red snagged a coupla sandwiches from the tray before stepping into a shortcut. That couldn’t have done much in the way of getting Edge over being pissed at him, but eh, he was more fun when he was riled up, anyway. He could be soft for the honey bun, if he wanted. For Red, his little brother better stay on his toes or they might get stepped on. And Red wasn’t afraid to break a bone or two if that’s what it took. What else were brothers for?
-finis-
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erikismybitch · 5 years
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Waiting In Vain: Chapter 8
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Trey could not stop kissing her . From the moment she arrived , when she slept and couldn’t feel him and even to wake her up. He couldn’t stop. It was spring, a little before Easter so the early mornings were dark. Trey liked to sleep with the tv on, but on mute so he could be aware of everything around him. He could see her sleeping due to its light. He looked down at her , Marley’s face was snuggled into his armpit. She snored lightly , that’s how he knew she was really sleep . He kissed the top of her hair , the aromatics from her hair products alowed him to get a taste. Kind of like coconut. Then he kissed her face , so much so that Marley had waken up . Marley kissed back because she was nice , and it was nice waking up to affection.
Two weeks had passed by and Marley was ready to go . Trey lived in a full house . Not only with people, there were kids also .Kids with no structure or manners , they were up all night and loud. The one time Marley tried to correct Treys nephew , his mother got offended. So from then , she vowed to never say anything again . It was like walking on eggshells. The house was in constant movement, never a single moment to chill . Too top things off , the house was not very clean . She didn’t feel safe, just a burden .
Marley had sent Trey and one of his friends to get all of her stuff from her apartment. What was left of it after Tiana destroyed some stuff. Trey wanted to handle her in the violent way he knew how , but Marley put an end to that . After some time to herself , Marley understood slightly why Tiana was so upset . She had a right to be angry & a lot of the stuff she destroyed wasn’t important. Though , her actions online were harsh and Marley did not deserve that . And she would never forget it.
Suddenly, the walls of Trey’s room started to fill with hues of red and blue . It was still so early that Marley thought it was a part of her dream, until she heard the police siren .
“Fuck!”
Just as Trey yelled in panic his eldest brother came into the room , just as distraught as he. The cops began to bang on the door and announce themselves .
“OPP’s is here, clean up!” He shouted and rushed off into the hallway. That meant hide everything that would send you to jail . Trey eased his way to the blinds , he peaked through them , giving him a view of the front porch .
“It’s the same two from last time” he sighed . “Aye get up , help me” Trey poked at Marley’s side roughly . Marley shot up from the bed and went straight to his closet . The top left , Trey’s South Beach Lebron shoe box is where he stashed the mass of his drugs . Pills , weed , coke , Marley knew exactly where everything was. She had a lot of practice . It wasn’t her first go round so she knew what to do .
“Same cops from last time , he said?” Marley questioned Trey as she started filling the bathroom sink pipe with narcotics.
“They got it out for me, or somebody snitching ” He continued to hide things . “Let em In!” He yelled to his brother .
“Do they have a warrant?” Marley sat on the bed, trying to hide the fact that she was a nervous wreck .
“It don’t matter , they do what they want to do anyway”
The cops were let in. And began to raid each room, with total disregard for the children who were sleeping peacefully. Speaking loudly about how they “...better not be hiding anything because that will only make it worse” The children cried and mothers complained, but were quickly warned that they would be arrested if they didn’t shut their mouths .
The cops made it to Treys room. Unbeknownst to Marley , there were two cops and one was of color . From experience, she knew them to be the worst ones . They just walked in, without acknowledging anyone. It’s like they knew exactly where to go . They waisted no time knocking down things and ripping into every nook and cranny of Treys room . The mess they were creating was so unnecessary, almost personal . They even opened his wall vents to check. Trey leaned his body on his wall , pretending to be unbothered .
“Do you guys have a warrant?” Marley spoke , the two cops pretended not to hear her and continued to destroy Treys room . So she spoke again . “Can I see your warrant , you can’t just come in here and do this” her voice shook with fear . Trey advised her to just stop talking , and so did the cops .
“Will I get arrested for talking?”
“Who are you?” The black cop interrupted, he put a little fear in Marley . He could tell because she stepped back towards Trey for protection.
“I’m his girlfriend” Marley said almost as a question, not like a statement. The two cops looked at each other with raised brows.
“And you live here?” The white one said this time , putting much emphasis on the word “here”
“Nah officer , she don’t” Trey tried to answer for her.
“I was talking to her , boy”
Trey clinched his jaw , holding himself back from retaliation . He did not want to go to jail , or end up dead. It was best to just keep quiet , and let them destroy the house because they wouldn’t find anything. Trey had been hit twice this month by the same cops . It had to be someone giving them the green light .
“Got something you want to say to me?” The cop continued to push Treys hot buttons , clearly pissed that he couldn’t get the response he wanted . They just needed any excuse to arrest him .
“Nah, I’m good” he bellowed, refusing to give the cops the satisfaction.
The white cop turned to Marley and asked for her information. Things like if she had any felonies or open cases , did she have an address, even if she was on drugs. Marley answered each question honestly, even though the cops didn’t seem to believe her . Once they were done pestering everyone at this ungodly hour they began to head out .
“What happened to the girl who was here last time , she told us she was your girlfriend too” The black cop decided he couldn’t leave without aggravating the situation even more . When the two cops saw the look of confusion on Marleys face , they laughed and slapped five . They left , obnoxiously letting their sirens go off before they drove off.
Marley asked Trey who they were talking about .
He lied
“Just some girl I was talking to , she outta’ the picture now “
Marley didn’t care if he was having sex with other women , they weren’t together any more . In fact , jealousy was the furthest thing from her mind in the moment . There was a woman in his house, Trey never brought people here , especially ones he didn’t trust .
“Then you must really like her”
“What?” Trey responded quickly , and loud in efforts to scare her away from the topic .
“I mean, she must be somebody if you let her in here” she tightened her head scarf , it was slipping down . Then a yawn slipped from her lips . It was still so early.
“Cops just came in here and fucked my house up , and you think I want to talk to you about some bitch” he snatched something that was in close proximity to Marley , making her flinch .
“You know what !” She shouted , with so many “could be” insults at the tip of her tongue , but she couldn’t seem to let them out . “I need to go, this wasn’t a good idea” Marley began to load her clothes in her suitcases , the cops had went through them and her things were all over the floor . Trey tailed behind her as she packed .
“Stop being dramatic, where are you going to go?” He teased .
Marley dropped the UGG boot that was in her hand. Her expression was one of realization, her lips formed a wide “o” shape . “You think I need you ?” She gave off a sarcastic laugh as she notioned her hand around the room . Putting more emphasis on the chaos around them . “I don’t need this!” She assured him .
“You sure needed this when you called me crying”
Marley kissed her teeth and kept packing her things . Once she went into the bathroom to grab her hygenic belongings, he knew she was serious .
“So-so you just gone leave? “ he stuttered .
“Trey” Marley held her hand up to stop him from interjecting . Her mind was already made up .
“Just tell me where you’re going”
Marley continued to ignore him . She didn’t need this . Police searches, the constant noise, now his Lies . Her therapist would shit bricks if he knew the situation she’d gotten herself into . “Mar” Trey grabbed her hand gently .
“I’m going to stay at an extended stay until I find an apartment” she told him.
“Baby I can’t let you st-” she pulled her hand away from him, he brought his tone down a notch . “Can I at least pay for it?”
“You don’t have to” she declined his offer , knowing that it would help her financially. Marley didn’t want to depend on anyone for anything anymore.
“Just the first week, then after that I won’t bother you”
“Fine”
Trey helped her pack all of her stuff , the loaded it into her car . He peeled a few hundreds from his pocket and gave them to her . It was more than a weeks stay . He kissed her forehead a few times then let her go .
“She’ll be back , she always comes back” Treys brother had been standing on the porch watching . Trey nodded in agreement, but for some reason, he felt like this was the last time.
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natfosho26 · 4 years
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1-98.
1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans?
Coffe mugs and water bottles
2. chocolate bars or lollipops? Lollipops
3. bubblegum or cotton candy? Bubblegum
4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you? Social and outgoing
5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups?
Plastic cups
6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear?
Tomboy
7. earbuds or headphones? Headphones
8. movies or tv shows? Tv shows
9. favorite smell in the summer? Summer rain
10. game you were best at in p.e.? Four square and basketball fwm
11. what you have for breakfast on an average day? An egg sandwich
12. name of your favorite playlist? “Jams”
13. lanyard or key ring? Lanyard
14. favorite non-chocolate candy? Twizzlers
15. favorite book you read as a school assignment? Go ask Alice
16. most comfortable position to sit in? Cross legged
17. most frequently worn pair of shoes? Adidas or black vans
18. ideal weather? Fall
19. sleeping position? On a side or my stomach
20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)? Notebook
21. obsession from childhood? Music
22. role model? Alondra de la Parra
23. strange habits? Smelling food before I eat it lol
24. favorite crystal? Meth jk I don’t know about that stuff lol
25. first song you remember hearing? Fur Elise
26. favorite activity to do in warm weather? Play basketball
27. favorite activity to do in cold weather? Paint
28. five songs to describe you? Hard to love by lee Brice, self care by Mac Miller, old friends by pinegrove, and 26 by paramore
29. best way to bond with you? With weed and music
30. places that you find sacred? My parents house, my house, and my family members graves
31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names? Khaki pants and a red polo
32. top five favorite vines? I don’t have any lol
33. most used phrase in your phone? Idk lol
34. advertisements you have stuck in your head? None
35. average time you fall asleep? Right about now 9:30
36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing? Those me gusta ones
37. suitcase or duffel bag? Duffel bag
38. lemonade or tea? Yes
39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie? Lemon cake
40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school? My old computers fan actually started blowing smoke during class once
41. last person you texted? My sister
42. jacket pockets or pants pockets? Both
43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket? Hoodie
44. favorite scent for soap? Coconut
45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero? Oh that’s a hard one.. superhero
46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in? Shirt and underwear
47. favorite type of cheese? Munster
48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be? Strawberry
49. what saying or quote do you live by? Everyone deserves a second chance but never for the same reason
50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have? Probably some shit talking while high
51. current stresses? My Cooperative teacher hasn’t turned in my final and my capstone grade
52. favorite font? N/a
53. what is the current state of your hands? Holding this damn phone
54. what did you learn from your first job? Don’t mess up hungry people’s orders
55. favorite fairy tale? I don’t have one
56. favorite tradition? Thanksgiving and Christmas with my family
57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome? Graduating college, getting over a toxic relationship, and coming out to my parents
58. four talents you’re proud of having? Music and arts that’s it
59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be? “I have a song for that”
60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be? Hm idk about this stuff
61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.? Don’t would what you cannot kill
62. seven characters you relate to? Ross, Rachel, Jim, dexter, Christina yang, gob, and Batman
63. five songs that would play in your club? Chamaeleon, come on Eileen, Cottoned eye joe, 500 miles, and staying alive
64. favorite website from your childhood? Math games.com
65. any permanent scars? One on my right wrist and a couple on my knees
66. favorite flower(s)? Tiger lily
67. good luck charms? None
68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried? Food... corn lol drink.. root beer
69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned? You can’t cry and drink at the same time
70. left or right handed? Right
71. least favorite pattern? Zig zags
72. worst subject? Math
73. favorite weird flavor combo? Ketchup and mayo lol
74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen? Like 7
75. when did you lose your first tooth? I don’t remember
76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)? Fries
77. best plant to grow on a windowsill? Succulents
78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store? Coffee lol
79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo? NONE
80. earth tones or jewel tones? earth
81. fireflies or lightning bugs? Fireflies
82. pc or console? Console
83. writing or drawing? Both
84. podcasts or talk radio? Podcasts
84. barbie or polly pocket? Barbie
85. fairy tales or mythology? Mythology
86. cookies or cupcakes? Cookies
87. your greatest fear? Failure in my career choice
88. your greatest wish? Finding a good first job
89. who would you put before everyone else? My mom
90. luckiest mistake? Switching my degree plan when I did
91. boxes or bags? Boxes
92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights? Sunlight
93. nicknames? Nat or nato-cato
94. favorite season? Summer or fall
95. favorite app on your phone? This one
96. desktop background? Batman
97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized? Three
98. favorite historical era? Prehistoric era
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lovemesomesurveys · 5 years
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Hey, what’ve you been up to today? Check social medias, finally dragged myself outta bed at 11 for coffee, did my Bible study, watched The Middle during all this, ate a couple little breakfast burritos, and now here we are. Do you like Chinese food, Mexican food, or American food better? American and Mexican. Is your TV HD? Yeah. What’s your favorite thing to order from Taco Bell? Bean burrito, no onions, extra sauce, extra cheese with a couple Doritos Locos Tacos and a couple sides of sour cream and guac. Their rolled chicken tacos are my favorite, but they’re a only limited time thing.  What do you think of off-brand soda? I don’t care.
Do you save pennies? Yeah. Are there any windows in your room? Yeah, there’s one. What’s your favorite scent? Coffee, the beachy/ocean air, rain, patchouli, sandalwood, cedar wood, coconut, mint, vanilla, cinnamon, baked goods, favorite foods... Do you like hot, cold, or lukewarm showers? Hot. Do you know what all the buttons on your remote control do? Yep. If you could house any pet, what would it be? I love my doggo. Do you smoke cigarettes?  No. What about weed? No. Do you pluck your eyebrows? Yes. Do you keep your room clean? Yeah. It gets a little cluttery at times, but that’s really because it’s just too small and I have too much stuff. I need to try and get rid of some things.  Do you carry a wallet or a purse? I have purses, a mini backpack, and a fanny pack that I alternate between. And yes, I said fanny pack.  Would you rather it rain or snow? I love when it rains. I think I’d quite enjoy snow, too, if it snowed here. Dark hair or light hair? I have dark hair. What kind of body wash do you use? I use bar soap. Do you grit your teeth a lot? No. Do you like to swing? I haven’t gone on a swing since I was a kid. How about jumping on a trampoline? I can’t. Do you like when it snows, or does it just ruin your plans? It doesn’t snow here. Do you like the taste of beer? No. What are you favorite color eyes? Blue and green. Are you toe nails currently painted? Nope.  Do splinters really hurt as bad as people portray them to? They’re pretty painful. Have you ever had Vodka and Red Bull? Yeah. Futhermore, what’s your favorite energy drink, if any? Starbucks Doubleshot, white chocolate flavor. Do you have long eyelashes? No. Do you have long fingernails? What fingernails? Do you have long arm hair? No. Do you shave your legs? Rarely. Hair doesn’t really grow there, honestly.  Is your hair healthy? I’ve been told it is. How often do you wash your hair? Like every 2-3 days. Do you love Family Guy, or hate it? Eh. I only ever watch it here and there cause my family does and I’ll catch some of it, but I’m not really into it.  Do you speed? I don’t drive, but I hear the joke all the time as a wheelchair user. “Slow down, speed racer!”  -____- Does your family put up Christmas lights? Yep. What third generation console is your favorite? PS3, Xbox 360, or Wii? We, well my brother, has an Xbox 360 and a Wii. He doesn’t have a PS3, but he has a PS2 and PS4. Do you use a closet or a dresser to put your clothes in? I use both, in addition to a hamper that is toppling over with clean clothes and a large pile on my bed as well. What do you think about guys who wear pink? I don’t care. Which do you like better – carpet or wood floor? Wood. If you could have any car, what kind would it be? *shrug* I don’t even drive. Do you cuss a lot? No. What religion are you? Christian. Do you like leather? I like pleather.  Have you ever done drugs? Just weed.  What’s your favorite fast-food restaurant? Probably Taco Bell and Burger King. Do you like kids? In small doses, ha. They’re too energetic for me.  How often do you like to have sex? Virgin. Do you do your own laundry? My mom helps me with that. Do you have a cell phone or do you use a house phone? My family and I each have a cell phone, but we do still have a house phone as well. Do you throw shit under your bed? No. Are you any good at math? Nope. Do you like Dairy Queen? I haven’t been since I was a kid. Are you currently in college? If not, do you plan on going? Nope, I graduated in 2015. How the fuck are your grades anyway!? They were great, thanks. Do you skip school often? I didn’t do it often, but somedays I did if I felt I could miss that class that day and be fine either because I wasn’t feeling well or just wasn’t up for it that day.
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