Tumgik
#not the best time to say this but trey's hair is so fucking ugly
kaevch · 1 year
Text
FUZZY ALL OVER !
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
summary: things they do to show that they love you.
chrtrs: trey, cater, riddle, ace
warnings: gn! reader ( for cater's, the picture leans to male, but u can just ignore that!!), fluff, pretty short, me showing favouritism for riddle.
notes: just a lil fluff thing before i hit yall with angst 😇 ( IF I STOP WORRYING THAT IT'S BAD AND J SHOULDN'T POST IT ) i couldn't draw for the others, srry about that :(
Tumblr media
TREY bakes you your favorite sweets. yes, he does bake for his friends, but everytime he does it for you, he takes a bit longer and tends to try and make everything perfect for your liking. he always finds a way to put little hearts on them too.
Tumblr media
CATER always talks about you on magicam. it doesn't matter if the topic is not related to you at all, he'll always find a way to bring you up in a post/convo. he made different story highlights too, one just for you and one for you and him. ( don't be surprised if there's more than one story highlight about you tho.)
Tumblr media
RIDDLE schedules a study session for you two everyday after school. and no one should be interrupting you guys. he makes sure to prepare tea and your favorite snacks everytime. he'll sometimes hit you on the head (gently) with a notebook if you keep lazing around tho. sometimes you'll catch him staring at you while smiling, and when you tease him about it, he'll become red and decline it. he also gets carried away talking to you and the tea becomes cold.
Tumblr media
ACE makes sure you don't miss any meals. it doesn't matter if you're running late, he'll somehow always make you sit down with him as he pushes your part of the meal in front of you. if you say you're not hungry, he'll quietly look at you before taking a small portion from his meal to his spoon and hold it in front of your face while muttering, “ just have a small bite, at least. ”
Tumblr media
563 notes · View notes
bakugotsundere · 3 years
Text
Hating Him - Bakugou Katsuki (1)
bakugo x (black) fem reader
( still can read if you’re not)
sorry if it bothers you, i just felt that my black readers weren’t feeling black as they were reading y/n stories cause i for sure wasn’t.
Warning: none
Summary: Bakugo and you have hated each other ever since you met, being on the same track team and having the same friend group didn’t make things any better. you 2 have to act like you like each other for the benefit of the friend group until one day you and him are forced to have movie night with the others and you both have had enough of each other’s shit.
in this chapter: you get invited to the movie night and bump into bakugo
The morning smell of outside filled your lungs as you stepped out your house. It was exactly 5:30 in the morning. The streets were not busy and there was barely any noise, just faint sounds of dogs barking and truck drivers in a distance. It was the perfect time to go for your daily run. The chilly air made you happy, it gave you more of a challenge. you zipped your nike training jacket up. It fit you tight, tugging at every curve of yours. The sky was a foggy blue, a few clouds started coming in, along with the sum.
You walked down the steps of your house, stretching your legs when you got to the sidewalk. You looked ahead and yawned as you walked onto the street. Your neighborhood was fairly nice to say the least. Everybody minded their business, especially since your house had been secluded. After your grandmother died, she left one of her houses she owned to you, making it easy for you since you dreaded the idea of having to share a dorm with someone, let alone having to get an apartment.
you placed your airpods in your ears and played Apparently by J.Cole. J.Cole had been your favorite rapper since you were 12 years old, you missed the days where your 12 year old self would dance around your room to his music, now you’re grown and responsibilities are becoming more than just making sure your chores were done. You stretched one last time before taking off.
...
Once you were done, sweat dripped from your face. your breathing was heavy and the cold water bottle in your hand had been long awaited. The sun was now out. The birds chirping got louder and the old lady from across the street was sitting in her chair with her small cat in her lap, you quenched your thirst, swallowing every last drop of water. “Good morning Y/n” She chirped. You wiped your mouth with your wrist smiling, turning towards her, “Goodmorning Ms. Rodriguez.” you reply as you waved.
You finally go back inside your house, feeling at ease. you take off your black vapor max at the door and go to your kitchen, grabbing a nutrigrain bar, you ate it before going upstairs to get ready for your classes. you took your curly hair out of its messy bun. the roots of your hair were finally breathing and it felt good. you scratched your scalp in satisfaction. you looked in the mirror, loving your features and your brown/caramel skin. you never felt the need to put yourself in the 3 categories because to you there was no need to, everybody in the community was black so why separate it into groups.
you placed the shea butter your mother made for you on your face. you took off your semi-sweaty clothes throwing them into your dirty clothes hamper and looked at yourself in the mirror. your body was perfect to most but you didn’t see what everyone saw. your thighs were too thick for your liking, especially since you did track. your breast were too big to you, they sometimes got in the way while working out. you had a 4 pack from the working out, everybody told you that you had an hour glass body but you hated it. if this what a hour glass body was, you hated it.
you took off your panties, replacing your old ones with Tommy Hilfiger ones. You grabbed a pair of black nike sweatpants that fit your thighs perfectly. You took off your bra, letting your breast breath and put on another sports bra, putting on a white t-shirt fresh out the pack. you ran chap stuck along your plump lips, they were more than plump actually if you like them so it didn’t matter. you picked out the roots of your hair leaving it’s on it’s curly state. you had dyed your hair a ginger color, which made you look like sza a little. your fro was like hers too, very big and curly.
You wrapped your apple watch around your wrist and put on some whit nike socks, along with your white air force ones. Your phone started dinging and it was the gc, you had been in with your friend group.
Mina :) > goodmorning whores. Time for class before you become drop outs.
Denki ⚡️> good morning Mina ;)
Midoriya🥬> Goodmorning everybody, i have a big test in Mr. Aizawa’s today so i have to get to studying, talk to you guys later.
Kirishima> Mornin. It’s beautiful out today, isn’t it and i’m not a whore mina.
You> yea, kirishima i’m pretty sure you got caught with cami in the janitors closet.
Iida> Mine was too, you guys need to stop texting and get to class.
You> sure, see you on the track field lida. this gc is getting deader by the day and it’s embarrassing to watch.
(seen by kirishima, Mina, and Bakugou)
lida> typing...
You shut off your phone with a smile, knowing that got him heated. You didn’t even care for his response. you loved messing with lida, it was funny, you sprayed a little vanilla perfume on your body and you were off to a place you dreaded.
...
You were now in the library studying with Mina. Mina was like your best friend, you told her everything and she told you everything. “Have you seen that picture of trey songz you know what?” she asked and your eyes went wide, in shock that she was talking about this in the library. “yes, but i can’t go crazy over it, he made the shit so corny. the whole post he made afterwards had me cringing at my phone so hard. i was like “boy what the fuck” he too old for that shit.” you told her and she giggled.
“I’m having a movie night with the rest of the group this saturday, you have to come. you never come to things with us anymore. Ever since bakugou started hanging out with us, you’ve been avoiding us. i’ve noticed some type of tension between you 2, i hope it isn’t sexual?” she stated and your stomach churned at the thought of that stuck up dummy.
“No, i just like staying to myself, that’s all. i think i’ll come Saturday as long as it’s not going to be a lot of people you know how busy i am with track and stuff.” you stated in reality you hated being around bakugo. especially since he always felt to make rude remarks towards you when everyone wasn’t around. He was normally mean to everyone, but you got it the worse since you had the shortest running time on the team. When track practice would come around you and him would argue with each other every second. you hated being yelled at or talked to badly and your mother sure didn’t raise a bitch so you talked to him just as reckless as he did to you and he hated every second of it since you were the first to ever test him. your personalities didn’t mix well at all.
“it’s only gonna be, denki, bakugo, kirishima, todoroki, asui, uruaka and deku but that’s if bakugo doesn’t mind.”
“yea, i’ll think about it.” you said softly.
...
you were now at practice and the death stares you received from bakugo made you just wanna slap the fuck out of him. His eyes followed you as you warmed up. You could see him start to come towards you and you sighed. His tall figure stood in front of you, blocking the sun, his body shaded you. “You draw too much attention.” He stated as the boys that were on the team stared at you. You were the only girl on the track team so you learned to get used to it. “I know, why are you telling me this?” you asked and he gritted his teeth, “All of those boys are practically eye raping you.” he states, taking in your appearance and you sighed, “I don’t know what to fucking say. these are the only sizes in shirts they have and if my curves happen to show then so be it. it’s not like the whole thing is out.”
Sweat dripped from the side of his head, he had on a white tank top and some nike shorts with some white vapor max. a towel hung over his broad shoulders. your eyes scanned his body, you never thought bakugo was ugly, he was perfect when it came to looks. He was very tall with a slim, muscular build, and a fair skin tone. He had short, spiky, ash-blond hair that looked soft. His eyes were a sharp and bright red in color that showed his hostility. his looks fit his personality though, very cocky.
“Why do you care?” You asked and his cheeks turned a bright pink and anger came upon him, this line made him mad, “I don’t.” he replied angrily. “Well then stop telling me things i already know. All you do is bother me.” you told and his lips curved into a smirk, “Your existence bothers me, imagine how I feel.”
You rolled your eyes, pushing past him aggressively. He can be so fucking annoying. Imaging having to be on the same team as someone you hate. It’s really irritating, especially when the person is somebody as arrogant as he is. He needs to be humbled.
...
You and Bakugou were the only 2 left after practice, your coach was mad at the both of you because of what happened last week with the sub coach. Bakugou had been bothering you that day and you snapped and then you two decided to have a race on your own which didn’t turn out so well since bakugou got mad that you won in the end.
So now you and him were being forced to do “after practice workouts” with each other. You were now lying on the ground of the track floor, exhausted. Bakugou was right next to you, your chest rose up and down, your breathing heavy and your legs worn out. You looked over at him, and he looked over at you. “This wouldn’t have happened if you just wouldn’t hate me so much and accept that i’m faster than you.” you stated and his red eyes stared at your light brown ones. “Can’t blame this all on me. You hate me as well and you don’t know when to shut up. You don’t have to respond to everything i say but you do.” He said and you placed your hands at your stomach, “I’m not about to let you walk all over me like you do everyone else. Your ego is too big and i’m doing nothing but lowering it.”
“Is that what you think?” he asked and you sighed softly looking him in his eyes trying to search for anything but anger but there was no other emotion but that, his pupils did dilate once he noticed how hard you were staring into his eyes though, “It’s not what i think, it’s what i know.” you said. “i don’t understand why you are always so angry all the time. I don’t even know how you have the friends that you have. obviously that means they see past it but i refuse to. i can’t. sorry but that’s just how i am.” you stated sitting up, he sat up with you staring at you, “i don’t understand how you have friends, you are very competitive and just avoid me then. We can always hate each other from a distance.” he stated and you smiled shaking your head as you stood up.
“Can’t do that when we have the same friends and are on the same team and i’m only competitive when it comes to track. So i’ll just hate you regardless and plus you always keep your enemies close. It doesn’t matter though, i’m still faster.” you added on that last part trying to make him mad and you could hear him start to yell as you walked off and a smile came upon your lips.
There’s no way you could ever be friends with him so why even bother trying. Something about him makes your blood boil.
152 notes · View notes
cubeswhump · 4 years
Text
A New Home, pt. 3: Home Training Session
In which Michelle is gross and Sweetie tries too hard.
Taglist: @haro-whumps @albino-whumpee @broken-horn @whumpsblog @eatyourdamnpears
Warnings for institutionalized slavery, mentions of past drugging, implied animal cruelty, thoughts of self-harm, dehumanization, victim blaming, dubcon (I’m a mega virgin nerd and probably asexual so nothing goes into detail), gaslighting, and just overall abuse.
Sweetie adjusted her headband, a smile spreading across her face, and the mirror smiled back. Cat ears for the house pet.
Real cats were better though. The velvety ears, tne vibrating purring, how they'll rub against your lets for attention, the sound of little Tea's loud, squeaky meows.
Wait, Tea?
A black cat screaming until Sweetie pet her. Big green eyes too bog for her face. Tea.
Sweetie groaned, clutchinf her hrad
The memory drugs were still stabbing into her brain.
Mister Trey was a great owner and she had been a bad bad bad pet and betrayed him. That was all she beeded to remember. Not him grunting on top of her. Ow. Not the parasite. Ow!
But what dod he do to Tea?
She bent over with her arms folded on the vamity and her throbbing head in her arms. Stop rembering, stop remembering.
"Are you feeding that stupid cat?"
"I'm so sorry, Mister Trey."
"Mister Trey, have you seen the cat?"
She whimpered, and the door opened.
"Why're you doubled over like that?" Michelle asked, and Sweetie quickly stood upright and faced her owner. "Aw, aren't you cute with your cat ears and hoops? How are your real ears feeling?"
"A little sore," Sweetie said honestly. Her earlobes were still red around the big hoopw.
"Yeah, they will be. Make sure you keep using that cleaning stuff." Michelle tilted her head, grinning. "I wanted to talk about Healther's party, but that can wait. You okay, Sweets? You look like ypu need a hug."
Sweetie noddes wagerly. Michelle opened her arms wide and they met in the middle. Sweetie held her owner tight, resting her head on Michelle's. When Michelle's small gands slid down her back to rest on her butt, Sweetie didn't protest
The Handlers frequently touched her backside and breasts but never went further.
"The prospective wants a virgin."
"She doesn't need that Romantic training anymore. Ha."
"You like it here, right?" Michelle asked. Her hands squeezed.
"Of course I do, Miss Michelle! You're so kind to me," Sweetie said cheerfully. She didn't just like it; she loved it!
Did she really?
She winced as pain shpt through her brain and accidentally squeezed her owner.
"Whoa! Someone's excited." Michelle started laughing before Sweetie could start apologizing. "Yeah, I give you a good life. Though the bar's probably low. It must have been shit for you to want to be a pet, huh?"
Sweetie wrinkled her nose for only a second before smoothing out her expression. "I don't remember..."
"Probably for the best, huh? Better off without all that baggage."
"I'm grateful."
"Yeah, yeah. Let's sit." Michelle was already pushing Sweetie back onto the air mattress. She fell down further than she expected, the mattress sinking. She'd tried to blow it up herself bit it always left her lungs aching.
Michelle sat down too, but not beside her; she was practically on Sweetie's lap. "Did your old owner ever fuck you?"
Grunting like a pig. Making Sweetoe sleep on the side of the bed that was soaked in fluids. Pain struck like a white-hot fire poker piercing through her temple, but she didn't let it show on her face.
"Sometimes," she murmured.
"He was a guy, right?" Michelle checked. Sweetie nodded. "Ever ner. With a girl?"
"I've been with you for more nearly two weeks," Sweetie said, and Michelle rolled her eyes."
"Have you been with a girl sexually?"
"I don't think so." A pause. "No, I definitely never was."
"Well, today's a day for new experiences." Michelle plucked the cat ear headband off and tossed it to the floor. Sweetie sure hoped they weren't broken. She couldn't ask for another one!
Michelle pushed her onto her back. Well, it was more a combined effort. Sweetie was the stronger of the two but she lay back and let Michelle have this.
"I'm not a Romantic," Sweetie murmured.
"So? You're a pet. Pets do what their owners say. Whatever they say." Michelle barked out a laugh that nearly made Sweetie jump. "It's not cheating if it's just a boxie, right?"
Sweetie's bra was unclipped as soft lips pressed against hers. Michelle's lip balm smelled of strong chemicals up close, and then she pulled away. Her lips tickled Sweetie's neck.
"The taste of her cherry chapstick," Michelle sang. Sweetie didn't taste cherries. "You're not just gonn lay there, right? You got a problem?"
"Of course not, Miss Michelle," Sweetie said, that fake genuine smile carving into her face.
"Good. It's not like either of us will get pregnant, so what's the big deal?"
"My job is to please you, Miss Michelle," Sweetie said robotically. She wasn't looking at her owner.
She was looking at herself in a bathroom mirror, frizzy hair reaching past her hips. Her pale stomach was visible through her sheer nightgown. Was it even larger than yesterday?
Whenever she cut produce or meat on a cutting board, the knife enticed her. She wanted to plunge it right into her bulbous stomach.
"Come on then. Put sone effort in," Michelle growled. She suddenly gave one of Michelle's earrings a hard tug, and Sweetie grit her teeth to keep from crying out. "Please me."
"I don't know how..." A pet that didn't know how to please its master? A pet that didn't know how to please its master! Failure! Failure! It was hard to hide the tears welling in her eyes when Michelle was looking so deeply into them. "I was only trained to pleasure men."
To her surprise, Michelle giggled. She twisted her fingers in Sweetie's wild hair. "Looks like it's time for another training session."
Sweetie paled. Was she being sent back for more training? "At the facility?"
"No, Sweets. Right here, right now."
"You're my handler?"
Michelle snorted. "Yeah. Handler George of the Domestic division reporting for duty."
"Hello, Handler George," Sweetie murmured.
Was this pretend? The real handlers tried to make her stop playing pretend but her imagination was one thing they couldn't take from her. It fed into the false memories the WRU warned of, making Sweetie see merciful Mister Trey as a villain and remember black cats and parasites that never were.
But what if Michelle got really into this pretend game? Sweetie knew she hadn't thrown out the shock collar and muzzle that came in her crate, though nowadaus all they did was collect dust in the closet. Taunting Sweetie as she awaited their use.
Michelle saw the fear in Sweetie's eyes, and rolled her own. The pet was too dumb fpr roleplay.
'No punishments or anything crazy. I'll just talk you through each step," Michelle explained.
"Even if I mess up?" Sweetie's voice trailed off toward the end.
What in the world was sje saying? A pet preparing to fail? Failure! Failure! Garbage pet!
She didn't deserve to be called Sweetoe. She didn't even severve her former name. What a piece of trash like her deserved was to be a number again. Stupid, ugly 183736.
"Yeah, sure. I doubt you'll be any less satisfying than my fucking boyfriend," Michelle scoffed. "All mem care about is if they finish, you know?"
Sweetie nodded even though she didn't know.
"I'll make sure you satisfy me." Michelle grinned, baring her teeth like an animal about to pounce. "Okay, first things first: it's sexier if you take off your partner's clothes."
"Sexier if you take off your partner's clothes," Sweetie repeated.
"So get started."
22 notes · View notes
blackrosesfanfic · 6 years
Text
Chapter 174
Tumblr media
Sevyn
"I'm going to New York to party with white boys." Chris says in my face.
I grab his cheeks pinching them. "You are a white boy."
He sticks his tongue out. "I fuck like one."
"There's only one place for your tongue and it's nowhere near my face."
"Here?" He says putting his hands on my nipple.
I let his face go. "I don't know. See."
"No." he says standing up. "I'm going to New York to party with white boys. Right now."
"What about your show in the morning in Houston?"
He shrugs. "I'll leave my white boy party in time."
"I'm going to Miami to roast in the sun."
"Miami? What's in Miami? Not no fucking Spider."
I narrow my eyes at him. "What's this relationship that you created in your head between me and Spider? Who I only worked with one time."
"I might go to Miami." he says.
"No. I am going to Miami in the morning when you are headed to your show."
He seems like he gets pissed. "Don't fucking do shit like that. When I leave. So you want to make sure I don't fucking go?"
"Christopher Maurice." I say turn over on my side. "I don't have time for your ranting."
"Whatever."
I roll my eyes. He so insecure. "It's a family trip, Christopher."
"That I'm not invited to."
"You really aren't but since it's just me and Tim you are more than welcome."
Chris folds his arms. "Your dad birthday thing?"
"Yeap. But do come. After your show. Fly right on out to Miami."
"I'm good." he says lying on the bed.
"Why are we in this ugly room?"
"Gave my bed to Mama Rose. You got a problem with that?"
I look at his face. "I have a fucking problem with your fucking mood swings. I mean damn, weren't you upset?"
"I need someone to tell me what to do about this baby."
"Joyce told you she had it under control. Why do you still need something?"
He blows. "I'm tired of Joyce always handling shit. I'm grown. I can handle shit myself."
I laugh. "Since when? You just said..."
"Aaahhh." he says covering my mouth. "You fake, Amber."
"I'm real, my nigga. From forehead to toe."
He laughs. "Yeah cause this shit ain't real."
"Get out of my hair and go hang with your white boys. I will be fine at the Happy Home til then morning."
"I'm staying here." He says undressing.
I turn over on my side and start snoring. He puts his warm body on me. We call their house the Happy Home because when we are here there are never problems. It's always a place to relax and wine down the craziest of everything outside the house. The door is always open. It a vacation spot around beautiful people. Plus Cammie and Trey are perfect and inspirational. Black Love.
"Lane was running around the house earlier naked."
"When?" I laugh.
"You were gone. This morning."
I laugh. "He is a mess. He told me that I need to go to my house. Not his house but my own house. His reason was because I turned the TV while he was gone out of our room."
"He calls me a bitch every time he gets in trouble."
"Cammie will pinch his ass whenever he curse no matter who he talking to. She said it's gone too far."
Chris starts kissing my breasts. "I kinda hope the kid is mine but I wish it was different."
"I saw her."
"What?" he says sitting up.
I smirk. "You pissed me off so I didn't tell you. She was with her grandma. Looking just like you. You knew there was a possibility a big one that she was yours. She is yours if you need to hear it."
"When the hell were you mad at me?"
"Bruh, we didn't talk for days. Do you not remember this?"
He sighs. "Doing the tour."
"Okay, thank you."
"You welcome." he sits up smiling. "She looks like me?"
I roll my eyes. "Exactly why I didn't say nothing before."
"Joyce said everything will be known by tomorrow. She won't tell me what it means."
"You should be mad I kept it from you."
He shrugs. "Not at the Happy Home. It's all love here."
I laugh. "You fake."
"I've been trying to make a fucking baby with any and everybody but her. Crazy bitch don't desire the baby."
"Oh yeah let's talk about your exes and all the unprotected sex you had with them. Eww."
"Oh shut up. You nasty."
I put my feet on his chest. "I'm a lady."
He lifts my legs higher. "Ladies don't fuck people like me."
"Actually, good girl, bad boy. Ladies do fuck boys like you. It's a common problem."
"It's the dick." he says putting my ankles on his shoulder.
I laugh. "Yeah, that would be why you can't keep them. That's not enough at the end of the day. Dick is out there."
"Who the hell I was with that was a good girl? Trying to come for me. Shut your fucking crusty lips and focus on opening these lips." he says rubbing his head on my pussy.
"Completely silent, Master?"
He ignores me. I start to laugh but he enters me pushing deep. I smile at him. I play too much so I'm going to try my best not to make a sound. Good dick might make that hard. I shallow the stop the moan. Shit. Chris looks from watching himself perform. He looked confused but he doesn't stop. He pushes all the way inside of me pressing his body against my legs. Oh shit. I take a deep breath. He opens my legs enough for his body to come through. I hold back my smile once he is in my face.
"I know what you like." he says.
"Okay, Chris." I make it short.
He starts to say something but doesn't say shit. He starts grinding into me. I close my eyes. I smile at him then open my eyes. He sits up. I ain't fighting it anymore. He pushes against my legs then starts thrusting faster. I let whatever come out of my mouth that wanted to. I try to move his hands. He was about to fuck it all up with a cramp in my leg. He lifts my hips bringing them to him more. Fuck.
Tumblr media
  MiMi
JJ picks up the diaper putting it behind his baby. "Where the diaper?"
I gasp. "Oh no. What did I do with it?"
"Mookie, listen to this." Dee says taking the diaper from JJ.
"Aye!" JJ says.
"Go eat your food."
JJ runs out of the room really fast. Well damn is he that hungry? Dee slides Minnie over to him then grab the wet wipes. I wasn't going to change words about him changing that green bean diaper. I gave her food for the first time. Baby food. JJ has fed her something before.
"You mighty happy. Changing diapers and shit."
"What the hell?" Dee says. "Why is it green?"
"I told you I gave her peas."
He makes a face close to her face. "If I ever have problems with you I'm reminding you of this moment."
"Look at how she is looking at you."
"Take my serious." he says touching her nose with his. She laughs at him. "I found the perfect place for the wedding."
"You wanted me to listen to that?"
He reaches in his pocket taking out his cellphone. "No, I want you to listen to this voicemail. I accept you getting mad but remember that it's not real. You don't even have to remember that. I'll tell you again."
"I don't like it. Don't let me hear it."
"Then you gonna say I was hiding shit." he says playing the message.
It's a girl's voice. "Hey, Bae. Just calling to see how you doing. I sure did miss having you in my arms. Now that you are gone again I seem lost without you. Yes, I understand you finally settling down. I just want to know if you think about us. What we would have had if she hadn't gotten pregnant. Do you still think about me? Anyway, I'm babbling. Hit me up if you want to do us just one last time before you become that family man she pushing you so hard to be. Love always, your Little Tot."
"I didn't even want to hear that shit."
"Who said I wanted to hear it?"
I roll my eyes. "Wont you give her whatever the fuck it is she wants."
He stands Minnie up then smiles at her. "Give her our kids and your identity?"
"What? You can't give away... Shut up."
"Moo, she wants to be you. She wants what we have. I told you how bad she wanted my baby."
I roll my eyes. "That's the fucking thing. Oh my gosh. Why we even talking about the bitch you cheated on me with?"
"We weren't officially back together."
"Oh please."
He lies Minnie down in front of me then stands up straight. "Alright moving on. I haven't talked to this girl since. Damn, Mook, I thought you would ask how she got my new number. You not even mad like I thought."
"I'm moving forward to be a better us. Keep up with the Jones. People tell me how much my relationship is but I don't agree cause we had problems. I'm moving forward. Are you?"
"A job where the cops can't come lock me up at any moment and food on my table. I'm moving forward."
"Minnie?" I say rubbing her stomach. "Are you moving forward?"
Dee chuckles. "I'm even moving forward from my idea that I'm less than a man for not having millions like my friends. I need new friends."
I laugh. "Hang with your old broke friends."
"In Charleston? Mookie how you expect me to do that? Plus they talking shit about me being a monkey on the fence. Halfway between the white man's world and the hood."
"Damn, they not giving you any in between? It's sellout or selling foodstamps?"
He laughs. "They don't know that every where I am is because of you. Fuck a white man. I'm living to make you happy."
"Awh, ain't you sweet."
JJ comes in the room. "When we going to Lane house?"
I smile. "We aren't going today."
"Not ever?"
"Not today. Where did you get that from?" I ask staring at him.
Dee looks at him. "Go play with your toys. Do you not have fun toys?"
"I don't have Lane."
"Lane is not a toy. Did you eat your food?"
He nods his head. "All my hot dog."
"Go play."
"He gets little statments from nowhere. That boy has too many toys."
I few seconds later you could hear him making a lot of noise. Same thing he does with Lane he does here alone. Bad ass thinks that he has to play with only Lane. Surprised he didnt ask to go see Joyce. He loves that line when he is in trouble.
"Minnie." Dee says picking her up. "It's kinda boring here."
"It's home. Make it not boring. What is wrong with y'all?"
He puts Minnie down. "I do have a new Xbox. Let me see if Trey wants to get online."
"You could have stayed at his house for that." I roll my eyes.
"Not to play online."
"If you bored, get your daughter. I'm mad she doesn't sleep all day anymore. I want to sleep all day still."
He takes her. "At this age they are perfect video game buddies. They don't want to do nothing but stare at the TV. I got you Minnie."
"I got to use the bathroom, Mommy." JJ yells holding himself.
"Go pee!"
"It stuck." JJ whines.
I pull myself off the bed quickly against my will. JJ starts crying as I take his pants loose. I pick him up and take him to the bathroom. I don't think kids are truly accident free until 7 or 8. JJ definitely has lots of issues. I stand him up in the tub then sit his potty in the tub. He attempts to pee in the potty but it goes over the tub. He was still upset about the whole thing. I undress him then wash him off. He leaves crying to Dee.
"Boy, hush. Go get some clothes."
"Pajamas?"
"Yeah, go."
I clean the tub then go into the room. Dee is on the phone laughing really hard. Why does he feel the need to video chat with Trey? Trey is hard down telling him a story. Dee laughs extra loud. He fake. I lay down on the bed watching him. He tells Trey about the ex girlfriend.
"Oh you ain't even famous." Trdy laughs. "Imagine shit coming from different angles. Exes, one night stands, the bitch that gave you a pen, the girl that touched your hand without permission, hell the fan you never met... One ex. Great."
"Well, damn. It is just one."
Trey laughs. "But the bitch can do damage. I'm writing my own advise novel. Eliminate them all. One bitch can take away years from a life you love. One bitch can get in your head when you slipping. One wrong move. Bam. Some other nigga playing house with your happy family you worked hard to make."
"You reading this?" Dee laughs.
"I tell myself that every time I walk away from my family into temptation. One bitch out there waiting. Shit thousands. You got one. I'm surprised a few of my exes are still silent. So how this girl got your number? Nope hold up. Put your headphones on. Beckham you in my fucking lounge again?" the phone hangs up.
Dee laughs out loud again. "We need another player. Huh? Oh nah. I sure didn't. No lie. Aye, my number not hard to get. Especially when these iPhones fucking sends shit to old contacts that it wants to get out the fucking cloud. That has happened."
"Oh my goodness!" I yell kicking the bed. "Shut up. Play your game and stop chatting. Why you even start the game in here?"
"I wanted to be close to you."
"Devin don't make me throw something at the back of your head."
"Don't hit my daughter."
I turn over on my side. "Shut up and we won't have problems."
"Yeah, I'm on restriction. It's limited to game talk." he says then laugh. "I'm sorry, Bae. I'm done."
"I put my clothes on." JJ says walking into the room.
Dee laughs. "Homie, you going some place special? You look sharp. Hold on."
"I go to Lane house?"
"Little homie, go play. Good job putting your clothes on."
Dee takes a picture. JJ had on a fitted top and black dress pants. He really did put them on well. I chuckle then close my eyes. I know this nap is not going to happen. No sooner than the thought leaves my mind. JJ starts crying.
"Don't climb on her fucking head!"
"I want to play." JJ cries.
Dee stands him up on the floor. "Don't play with me boy."
"No fair."
"Go play your game."
"Not the baby game."
Dee ignores him. I sigh and turn over to watch them. JJ is going to continue until he gets popped. Dee continues to laugh extra loud. He should have stayed on the phone so I could hear his conversation. Trey may have done it on purpose.
3 notes · View notes
rejectedspades · 7 years
Text
So maybe he'll understand.
Not that you ever look at my Tumblr, but here's why.
Please understand to anyone who does see this, accept the fact this will be sloppy, I am by far not the best writer. However, without further ado, here is my dreadful life story. (Which I am going to regret putting up online about 10 minutes after I do)
I must go back before I was born to my sister's day of birth. See, my sister was overdue for and entire month. Yes a full 31 days. Why the doctors didn't force her out, I have no clue. When she did come out she was pissed. She really liked my mother's baby making insides. She had decided if she was coming out so where my mother's insides. My mother had a prolapsed uterus. I don't really know what that means but oh well 🙃. But the doctor told her she wasn't going to have any kids after that.
846 days later (2 years, 3 months, and 26 days)
I, the flower goddess was born.
August 29th, 2001
I was born two days late, not really that bad. My sister by far won that competition. However, there was nothing off about the day I was born. I mean except for the fact that my father left half way through to go be with my younger sisters mother. He did come back...two days later to sign the birth certificate and left again.
I don't remember my baby days, of course, so I'm just gonna spit out random facts about what I remember and what I was told.
~i was potty trained a little before I was 2
~i could walk at 1 year and 3 months
~i cried over everything till I was like 10
~my father was abusive and strangled my mother in a parking lot with me in her arms.
~my first word was "mawmaa" as in Mama
~ I hated yams
~i had Mongolian Spots till I was 6! Baby's lose those withing there first year maybe 2. The school thought my family beat on me, so I had to come in with a month doctor's note.
~my father stalked my mom, sister and I till we moved to Alabama.
Oh? That last one? Yeah all I remember about Alabama was we lived in a house and I had a cat (that was all mine!), Who had 16 kittens before we moved back to Tennessee.
(I don't remember a lot of my childhood because I was hit by a car so sorry if this doesn't have a lot)
We had moved into my grandparents when we got back. We ate a lot of Chinese food which is probably why it's my favorite. Growing up I was freaky skinny. To the point where my mother called me her little Ethiopian baby. If you don't get the picture I'll try and help. I was really dark because I used to stay outside in the sun. When I poked out my stomach I looked like I was fed even though you could still see my ribcage, my elbows and knees where bigger than my actual arms and legs. You could see every bone in my body. But I ate so much food! I don't get it. Oh! And I had long hair,(that I miss very much) I mean down to my ass long.
You see I started gaining weight like crazy when I was about 7ish and my outy belly button turned to an inny. And I started looking like I ate food. And my weight was healthy. My grandmother took thinking shears to my scalp in random spots so my hair grew uneven, till I had to get it cut.
When I was nine I started middle School. Which was shit! I got made fun of because of my southern accent in a really trash school. Everyone was either rude or freaky racist, and as a little mixed girl I couldn't avoid it.
In sixth grade I had this best friend named Hannah. We hung out every weekend and she was really pretty. I was the ugly friend by far. And sooner or later my attraction for Hannah got stronger. I had slowly but surely started to realize I liked females. Hannah was beautiful in everyway. She was the only person at that school that didn't judge me, but I was to scared to even come out to her. Hannah got a boyfriend named Caleb a few months later after my discovery. He hated me. Hannah started to drift away from me and our friendship split after an argument. Her boyfriend had said something about me not having my father and told me to "get over it because he's not coming back." How did he know about my father? Because Hannah told him. This caused a huge argument at the lunch table one day and I a little 10-year-old, with huge glasses and braces stood up and beat the absolute shit out of this kid who was an entire head taller than me, than Hannah called me a bitch and made me cry. I got suspended and Caleb got a black eye and a kiss from Hannah. Do I regret it? LMAO FUCK NO!
Seventh grade, I met one of my best friends named Jessica. Me and her snuck out at her house once and than we weren't allowed to hang out outside of school anymore. Which never stopped us. We met up at the park across from her house every once and a while. She was the first one I came out to, but we kept our friendship inside school to keep her from getting in trouble.
Skip forward to 8th grade. I got kicked off the track team for fighting. And I was out as bisexual to all of my friends. Jessica and I started hanging out after her evil step mother granted us permission. I had a crush on Jessica but she was dating one of my friends that I've known since 2nd grade. They were cute and I was happy for them so I wasn't angry and Raffeal or Jessica for it. I drifted from the group though and fell in with the wrong crowd. I skipped school and started smoking cigarettes. I got kicked out of my house for about 3 months and moved in with a "friend" named Alex. I started selling pills and weed, and soon became addicted to Xanax.
Let me tell you about the ground I was in. Hanna, (not the 6th grade Hannah, this is Hanna without an extra H) Hanna was beat on by her father and her mom was in jail for drugs and shit. Next Alex he was a junky enough said, this one kid named Mac who really liked cars and smoked crack with his pot. Trey who fucked almost everyone. Jacob who was an atheist and put cigarettes out on his wrist. And me, but you guys know me by now. There was this one guy that was in our little group. His name was Eric. He was always flirted with me. We got together on my 13th birthday. He was 16 btw. Me and him hung out alot without the others. He was creepy though. He was obsessive. I had to cut it off with him, even though I did he never stopped. To this day I wish he knew what it felt like to be me. To this fucking day I want to know I made that boy cry. Eric. He made me cry so many nights.
I'm going to try my hardest to tell you why he makes me so emotional without getting emotional. Eric, had began to stalk me. Sometimes he made himself know other times he didn't. He would come to my window at nights an tap on it (heads up I jumped a little ahead to when I moved back in with my mom, he was there before and after I had. So like so there's no confusion.) One night he came just to tell me how much I was going to miss him. He left me letters in my mailbox. Telling me how he was gonna beat my ass next time he saw me in public. He told me he was going to "abuse my body" after the first couple I texted Hanna I asked if she would come and stay with me a few nights. Of course she took me up on that offer because she hated being home. I had showed her the letters and she told Alex. Alex and I had but heads alot but he was like a brother. He let me live with him for fuck sake. I trusted him. Mac, Trey, and, Alex had gone up to his house one night. Hanna and I went too. We waited out side as the guys had went around back. Jacob was in his car. He told Hanna and I to get in but we didn't. We heard a loud thud and the guys came walking back around and they had some ropes in their hands and those things that hold things together that I think are called jumper cables but I don't think so. They told us to get in the car and wait and that they would be out in about 15 minutes once they found an opening. We did and we kept ourselves busy. We talked about Hanna and Alex's weird relationship. To this day I have no clue what the hell they where. A little while goes by I have no clue how long but they came back out . They where laughing and had the ropes and things with them with them. I asked why they still had them and they said, "we wanted to be like spy's...plus we need them cause we have none" I started laughing so hard.
Now now now before you assume what they did they went in the shed and stole his shit then put tape on Eric's window and broke it so it wouldn't make a lot of noise. I had thought they just opened it cause I had no clue they had duct tape. But they went in and beat the living shit out of Eric. It made me happy, yes. But I didn't get the last laugh.
June 19th, the worst year of my life
I thought it was all good and so I went on a walk. Eric was sitting on these bricks on a road called "stone hedge" and he waited for me to pass on the opposite side of the street. He started following me and so I walked up to a park up from my house.and when I got tho the play ground I dropped a book I was holding and my phone. I turned around and screamed at him to go away and leave me alone. He stopped walking for like 2 seconds before he took off running after me. In panic I picked up my phone and started running. I tried calling Alex but I couldn't see anything because I was crying hard as fuck. I turned and threw my phone at him. I didn't bother watching where it went but there was a hill at the end of the park I had slid down it before standing up again and running twards the train tracks he had caught up to me though.
I screamed as loud as I could for help but he punched me than again and again till all I could do was beg he than grabbed me by my arm and slung me over off the gravel and in the grass.
This part is very graphic so I am sorry but please scroll to the next paragraph if you are sensitive or get triggered by assault I am very sorry -AND.
As I type this crying in my garage I want to say that it's okay. If something ever happens to you than I'm sorry. Tell someone and don't make the same mistake I did. Eric had pulled me into a creek at the back of the park and fought me to get my pants off after he won that fight he pressed his knee onto my chest making it hard for me to breath he unbutton his pants and I fought as hard as I could I swear I did everything in my might to stop him but I failed. As he did what he said he would and took advantage of my body he called me a whore.
If you know what it's like to want to be anywhere else except for where you are in that moment what it's like to feel dirty no matter how many times you shower. What it's like to bruised in places no one ever should be bruised than im sorry. I can say I understand and if you ever need anyone to talk to send me a message or please call 1 800-656-4673 it's the national sexual assault hotline and they are available 24/7. Please do not hesitate to call.
When I moved back in with my mother I didn't stop taking Xanax In 9th grade she put me in a private school. I got assaulted by a teacher after she threw me in the parking lot of the school. I was drugged out one night high as a kite and had gotten in an argument I had strangled my mother that night and afterwards I swallowed 73 pills from the medicine cabinet in her bathroom. I felt the worse I have ever felt in my life. I regret what I did to my mother. I wasn't myself. I went to Vanderbilt psychiatric hospital. I stayed there for 34 days working on myself and getting cleaned up. I spent my summer there and at home. It wasn't the best.
The next year I went back to public school. I mad new friends and was doing good. I made good grades and don't let my past get to me. That was before I got into my first real relationship. His name was Sian. We where together for about 5 months before I could t take anymore. He was sweet at first soon he became abusive verbally, sexually, and physically. I got depressed again but I told myself I wasn't going to fall back into it. On New year's the next year I met this guy and he was Everything I could ask for. His name was Nate we didn't jump into a relationship asap. But he helped me get batter after Sian and made me happy. Sooner or later we go together and we Sayed together for a year. I had broken up with him two days ago and I miss him horribly it hurts like crazy. But it wasn't the same. We argued a lot and drove each other crazy and the love wasn't there as it used to be.
Now I'm here. With you. And with my life story. I hope this helps. Maybe now you understand. That yes I am clingy, but because I need someone right now because I just lost my high school sweet heart that I had plans with after graduation next year. And yes I do get sad, because I get lost in my past. And yes I do get over emotional because I can't stand being in this planet anymore. But I'm done being sorry for it. And I'm tired of feeling this way. My mental health I'd not an excuse it's a blockade from me being happy because I've been damaged in more ways but one. But im still here for something. So can you understand now? I'm this way for a reason. But I'm not broken and I can still smile. I'm not helpless so stop treating me like I am. I'm fragile as fuck but it doesn't mean that you can't play with me. And I love you but you don't have to say it back if you don't feel the same way. It's not gonna kill me if you're honest. Just don't look at me different. It's hard for me to tell you this, so I'm telling everyone this.
So thank you for listening. But as of right now I'm fine. I'm happy for the most part. I'm doing okay. And my past will never justify me. So don't see me different.
~∆.N.D.
0 notes
wearethejerkoffs · 7 years
Note
all aesthetic asks
flower crown: when did you last sing to yourself? who knowsfairy lights: if a crystal ball could tell you the truth about anything, what would you want to know?will i ever be actually happy? lmao. daisies: what is the greatest accomplishment of your life?i guess not killing myself yet 1975: what is the first happy memory that comes to mind, recent or otherwise?going to glenlord with four lights in my life. matte: if you knew that in one year you would die suddenly, would you change anything about the way you are now living?i would probably move to a different country and just leave everything behind. black nail polish: do you have a bucket list? if so, what are the top three things?see a moose irl (zoo doesnt count) visit Niagara Falls Visit London. pantone: describe a person close to your life in detail.he never looks bad. seeing him smile will automatically cheer me up. he has the best laugh, and tells the goofiest jokes. i like hearing him talk and he smiles whenever his name is mentioned. i wish we were closer. moodboard: do you feel you had a happy childhood?yeah i suppose. stars: when did you last cry in front of another person?uhhhh from sadness i cant remember. i cried from laughing in front of becca and ash i think. plants: pick a person to stargaze with you and explain why you picked them.Trey and Jake. i like them a lot. converse: would you ever have a deep conversation with a stranger and open up to them?yeah i guess. im pretty open. lace: when was your last 3am conversation with someone, and who were they to you?chad last night, hes just a boy i want to hug forever. handwriting: if you were about to die, and you could only say one more sentence to one person, what would you say and to whom?i would probably remind becca she will be okay. cactus: what is your opinion on brown eyes?i like them, i have them sunrise: pick a quote and describe what it means to you personally."losing the feeling of feeling unique" its just a lyric i love and relate too. oil paints: what would you title the autobiography of your life so far?"don't read, you're not gonna be interested."overalls: what would you do with one billion dollars?buy a green Camry, move to canada, get a cute place to live. help my mom. combat boots: are you a very forgiving person? do you like being this way?i can be, unless im really angry. winged eyeliner: write a hundred word letter to your twelve year old self.ill write a 15 word letter: stop being in the abusive relationship you're in now. stay away from men like him. pastel: would you describe yourself as more punk or pastel?punk. tattoos: how do you feel about tattoos and piercings? explain.i like them. i like that way of expressing yourself. i want more. piercings: do you wear a lot of makeup? why/why not?yes because im ugly as fuck without it. bands: talk about a song/band/lyric that has affected your life in some way.i exist i exist i exist x flatsound. anyone who knows me knows that. messy bun: the world is listening. pick one sentence you would tell them.kill trump and pence. cry baby: list the concerts you have been to and talk about how they make you feel.way too many to list. amity affliction will forever stick with me. cried a lot with my best friend. grunge: who in the world would you most like to receive a letter from and what would you want it to say?obama telling me he loves me. space: do you have a desk/workspace and how is it organised/not organised?nopewhite bed sheets: what is your night time routine?smoke weed and watch the officeold books: what’s one thing you don’t want your parents to know?i had sex with jake from goodwillbeaches: if you had to dye your hair how would you dye/style it and why?red hair, black bangs eyes: pick five people to go on an excursion with you. who would you pick and where would you go/what would you do?becca, jake, trey, ky cam, gabe. we would go to st joe and stay there for hours 11:11: name three wishes and why you wish for them.for becca and i to be financially stable, to be in a beautiful town, and for trump and pence to die. painting: what is the best halloween costume you have ever put together? if none, make one up.hallowqueen bitchlightning: what’s the worst thing you’ve ever done while drunk or high?suck a weird boys dickthunder: what’s one thing you would never do for one million dollars?analstorms: you on only listen to one song for the rest of your life, or only see one person for the rest of your life. which and why?youngbloods x amitylove: have you ever fallen in love? describe what it feels like to realise you’re in love.platonic love with becca. it feels like i cant stop smiling clouds: if you’re a boy, would you ever rock black nail polish? if you’re a girl, would you ever rock really really short hair?helll nocoffee: what’s your starbucks order, and who would you trust to order for you, if anyone?it switches, i like pumpkin spice, and salted caramel mocha on ice. idc who orders for me marble: what is the most important thing to you in your life right now?becca!
1 note · View note