All Of You Are You Are Just Looking For Someone To Blame. You Should Have Apologized And Been Nice When

Since this ‘anon’ is trying to play this game, let me also offer up this (as we know she will read this).

(Hope this is okay…)

It’s easy to prove that Bre died, if she did, because you can just block out sensitive info on a death certificate. Not hard. You can edit photos. Cross out last name, anything about location, pretty easy. And it wouldn’t “reveal” anything

Bre has released her photo publicly- so like… She has already released a decent chunk of info. So Like, that’s another easy thing to do. Send a photo of the news article (which probably would have her photo) as there would be something on it by the way- just block out any information on news station, location, last name.

You can protect Bre’s identity with official proof and still make it clear that this actually happened… If it did. None of us believe it did, but you have the means to prove it.

We all just know you have no proof other anon/Bre.

(Also, autopsy photos don’t get released publicly… Ever. That ain’t an excuse regardless lol)

Period

one thing to know about me is that i am a girl who likes to reblog

All of you hoes need to kill yourselves.

They way I've been told to kms over 30 times the the past few weeks. Idc🤷🏾‍♀️

Anyways stan Jung Hoseok🫶🏾💖

They could pass me around like a blunt🤷🏾‍♀️

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ੈ✩‧₊˚ Trust me , plug!eren

warnings ✩ — mention of weed, praise, high sex, slight manipulation, mention of drugs, tummy bulge, eren giving reader drugs

It was a simple question.

“Do you trust me?”

But with the way Eren was bruising your cervix, it was the most difficult question ever heard to man. Eren followed your eyes as you squirmed underneath him. His eyes stared into yours so deeply. It was as if he was trying to get inside of you (mentally atleast) , answering for you.

Your mouth opened in an attempt to answer. His thrusts knocking your eyes to the back of your head. You let out a gasp as your hands scratched up and down Eren’s back. “I-i..i love y-mmph” This caused Eren to let out a chuckle, a smile spreading onto his face. “I love you so much more, but that’s not the answer I was looking for”

One of Eren’s hands moved down to your lower stomach, pressing onto the bulge. You whined at the feeling.

Eren’s pace slowed and he gave you the deepest longest strokes you ever got. Your breath was knocked out of you, mouth starting to get dry from the previous joint Eren smoked with you.

“Now imma ask you again, kay princess?”Eren cooed to you, grabbing your jaw and forcing eye contact.

“Do you trust me?Use your words.”

You eagerly nodded your head, “mhmm! y-yes ren I do!” she’s just so cute, Eren thought as he slowly moved his hips against yours. A warm feeling flooded Eren’s stomach as you completely submitted yourself to him. You trusted him with your life, you really did.

“Gonna take this for me, hmm?” Eren reached over and grabbed a small plastic bag with a couple white pills in it. “It’s gonna make you feel so good, I promise. You trust me right?” Eren slowly picked up his pace.

“Uh huh. Yes ren” You whined, back arching.

“Good. That’s so good princess. You’re doing soooo good for me. I’m gonna make you cum so much I swear.”

random marauder hc: part time/ summer jobs i think they’d work (based on all the jobs ive at)

james potter definitely works at chick fil a during the summer. mainly is either drive thru cashier and stands outside majority of his shift or is back of house on fries. when he is back of house he gives lily a little thing of fries every few hours.

sirius black definitely works at spirit halloween every year and picks up odd jobs here and there. he loves dressing up during spirit week at spirit halloween and wins almost every year, marlene won one day and ruined his streak.

remus lupin ABSOLUTELY works 2 jobs because hes bored. works at an art store as an inventory coordinator and a camp counselor. buys all types of arts and crafts supplies for the kids at the camp. works specifically with 5-6 year olds and is teaching them how to read.

peter pettigrew would work at a barbecue restaurant, closing shifts specifically, and is mainly on drive thru duty. definitely takes extra food home and rarely goes grocery shopping. goes maybe twice a month. gives dorcas food from the back whenever he goes to clock out.

lily evans would definitely work chick fil a, specifically bagging and front of house shifts, only closes if she’s taking someones shifts. james will send in blank orders that say ‘i love you lily <3’ after a rush. she always takes a picture before clearing the screen.

regulus black is a server at an upscale restaurant. makes more in tips than he thought he would so he starts putting it aside for hogsmead trips. 1000% gets written up because of his loud face. a customer asks a dumb question? his face immediately turns sour and its obvious he doesnt want to serve them anymore. most definitely is a hit with the older customers.

marlene mckinnon, 100% works at spirit Halloween every year with sirius, and spends the summer as a lifeguard/ camp counselor. is the type of lifeguard to not actually look at the pool and kinda just blows the whistle every couple minutes. if shes manning a waterslide, she definitely talks shit on the walkie talkies about the park drama.

for spirit halloween, she tries to win the spirit week contest and always ends up losing by like 2 points.

mary macdonald works as a party planner at an arcade. also does babysitting on the side. absolutely compares tips from both jobs. she is a great employee and her employers definitely try and keep her longer.

dorcas meadows is wholeheartedly the host at the same barbecue restaurant as peter. they see each other for less than 5 mins for shift changes. she refuses to close. always gets a lunch from peter and she drops off starbucks for him to close while she munches on the food he gave her.

barty crouch jr doesnt work during the summer but gets bored so he gets first aid certified and starts working as a camp counselor. sticks around the 9-12 year olds and laughs when they ask stupid questions. “why is your hair green?” “you think i can make a nether portal with this obsidian?” “because i dyed it.” “no thats a rock you found under the tree.”

evan rosier tutors kids during the summer for egregious prices. $250 for an hour and they finish the work in 20 minutes. he most likely gets bored and is happy that its a temporary situation.

pandora rosier became a pharmacy technician and spends the day counting and organizing medicines while whimsically talking about nargles and other animals. her coworkers think shes weird and they only keep her there so they dont have to count.

With Love, John (M)

Non-idol!Johnny x Fem!reader

Andy’s note: This is kinda long. I know, I know, I know. But!! It hit me a few days ago and I HAD to write it. This is my fkn baby. I put both ass cheeks into this and my ADHD-induced hyperfixation had a gorilla grip on me. I love Phil Kaye and I highly recommend you watch Phil perform Repetition here. Everything here will make sense if you do. I promise.

Genre: slight angst, mentions of childhood trauma, slow burn-ish, smut, romance, strangers to lovers

Warnings: Mentions of suicide, childhood trauma, oral sex, vaginal fingering, vaginal penetration, overstimulation, daddy kink, slight edging, dirty talk, unprotected sex, slight dacryphilia (blink and you’ll miss it), slight katoptronophilia (blink and you’ll miss this too), praise kink, strength kink, size kink, is Johnny boy an overindulgence of the kind of man I want? Yes and idgaf.

Summary: John is a personality all of his own. He can talk to anyone, charm everyone, and still go home with no one because he’s bored of it. Bored of the blushing, tired of the smiling eyes with brows arched up in awe of him, sick to death of the strands of hair being pushed behind bright red ears because he is an Adonis among mortals. Then there’s you. His ice water. The girl who makes him obsessed with a single poem because although those words aren’t yours, you’ve opened a dictionary just for him and the words splash him and freeze him in place.

Playlist: Close to You - The Carpenters, It’s The Falling in Love - Michael Jackson, Feelin’ You - Jesse McCartney, Cave Me In - Gallant, Tablo, Eric Nam, As It Was - PREP, From Eden, Hozier, I Feel Good All Over - Stephanie Mills, Punch Drunk Recreation - Jesse McCartney, NFWMY - Hozier, Like Real People Do - Hozier, Play Me - Taemin

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You’re flat. Deadpan and cold like the ice cubes in your coffee on days when the sun refuses to set and you just want to leave work. You never know why you want to leave. It’s boredom. Dissatisfaction. Wherever you are, you just want to leave and when you do leave, you always want to go back. It’s a pattern of boredom. Of missing your friends and counting the minutes until you can get away from them the minute they’re around you. Of reading books and skipping to the end because you don’t have the patience to take your time to find out what will happen. A spoiler never ruined anything for you. You wish life was like that. You wish you could skip to the end to see if this shit that feels more like poorly written filler actually has a point or if you’re an NPC set up for everything yet destined for nothing.

The tall guy comes into the store on an evening that feels exactly like every other evening and you think it’s Wednesday until Ningning tells you that it’s actually Friday and you grunt because it’s just that bad. “Excuse me. Could I talk to you for a minute?” The tall guy asks you. “Yeah… just gimme a minute.” You mutter as you finish updating the inventory and Ningning is star eyes and nerves as she fixes her shirt. He’s not that cute. “What’s up?” You ask as you turn to him. “I noticed that you read a lot. Could you recommend me a book? I’m running out of things and I’ve picked some duds lately.” He says and his voice is like sex and candy and crushed flower petals. “What genre?” You ask him. “Any kind. Doesn’t matter.” He replies. “Date and Time. Phil Kaye. Come on, I’ll grab you a copy. Ningning, stay on the register.” You say and walk off. The tall guy follows behind you and as you navigate the narrow paths of the bookstore lined with high bookshelves you know he thinks you’re pretty. It doesn’t matter to you though. What does being pretty do for anyone? Nothing if you don’t meet the right people. You turn a corner and pull the book off the shelf. “Here. It’s one of the best books I’ve ever read.” You say as you place it into his hands. He examines the book, “Really?” He asks. You nod, “You can feel free to sit and skim it if you want.” “I’m John.” He says and smiles at you. “Y/n. If you’re trying to steal it, I will punch you in the throat.” You say and turn to head back to the registers. “No… I just think you’re beautiful.” He says casually. “So did every man that’s ever fucked me over. Get in line.” You say as you continue walking.

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Ningning quits when she finds out that a swanky fashion store at The Oculus in Tribeca hired her. You’re not upset. She’s not really a book-selling girl. She likes fashion and rich boys who drive fast cars. She hates her roommate Minjeong and working in The Oculus is her step up. It’s a higher wage and eventually an apartment she can share with her rich boyfriend and not with the girl who may or may not be moving up in the fashion industry a little bit faster. You don’t think Minjeong is a bad person but Ningning is young and one day, she’ll see it too.

You post a ‘now hiring’ sign in the window, one on the counter between both registers, one by the lounge, and one on the patron bathroom door then pray someone worth their salt inquires before the day is over. This isn’t even your fucking shop. It was your friends until it wasn’t. She dreamt of opening a book store and you didn’t. You had no sense of direction and were more than content to just work for her. She met some guy named Yuta and you didn’t even know the shop was in your name until the mail started coming in. She signed everything over to you and disappeared. The letter she left is as theatrical as she is. Repetition is her enemy just as it is everyone’s but she, like Ningning, likes rich boys who drive fast cars and she fell in love with a rich boy with a fast car who drove her away from you. Her letter begged you not to hate her and it also begged you not to look for her and you still roll your eyes when it crosses your mind.

John, the tall guy, comes in and he smiles, “So… you’re hiring?” He asks eagerly. “That’s what the sign says, right?” You grunt. “Can I apply?” The air is thick and his eyes pierce yours. “Don’t you have a job?” You ask him flatly. “I did this morning but I quit.” He replies with a shrug. “You know how to work a register?” You say. He nods. “You know how to make coffee, tea, and espresso?” You ask him. He nods, “I literally quit Starbucks. I’m like Michael Jackson with beverages. I got this and I already know my way around the store.” He replies with a smile. He’s probably never heard the word no in his life. “Fine. You fuck up, you’re fired. This is my store so I’m HR. The last guy I hired liked my ass. He touched it and I put his face through the counter. Do your job, keep your hands to yourself, and if you’re looking for love, download Hinge. Girls come here to read, not to get hit on.” You say. “I doubt anyone who comes in here is as pretty as you are but okay.” He says coyly. “I come here to work, not to get hit on. Do it again and you can go back to Starbucks. What’s your availability?” You say as you take a tablet off the back counter. You navigate the prompts to get him registered. “Whenever. Just no weekends.” He says as he pokes around with the register prompts. The cash drawer jumps open and he slams it shut, “I can definitely work the register.” He says proudly.

You nod, “Hooray. The store opens at eight, closes at six. That’s a full shift. Monday through Friday. You get twenty-five bucks an hour. Breaks are paid because it just randomly gets too busy for one person to handle everything alone but there’s plenty of downtime in between for you to recoup. You got an emergency? Let me know. Jisung, Chenle, and Yeri work weekends. If one of them can’t make it, you or I will come in for them. I’ll probably send you in. Get a set of keys from the cubby under the register. It has three keys. Front door, closet, employee restroom. There is no back stock room. If it’s not shelved, we don’t have it. Also, the customer isn’t always right. If someone’s being a bitch, you can tell them. Fist fights are fine but don’t destroy anything. A guy named Jonghyun comes in sometimes. Never charge him full price for anything. I will fire you if you do. He’s an angel and we will move heaven and earth to keep him happy.” You explain. “Is he your boss?” John asks. “Nope. He’s just the only man I’ve ever met who doesn’t turn my stomach and he’s really wonderful.” You reply. John nods.

The patrons browse silently and you pass the tablet to John, “Fill this out. I’ll approve it tonight and you’re all set.” You tell him and take a minute to sip your coffee. John taps in his information and his hands are beautiful. You stare at them for a moment before he interrupts you to inform you thaf he’s finished, “Thanks, Y/n.” He says. “It’s fine.” You say casually.

John is chatty. It’s not a bad thing but you don’t talk much unless you’re familiar with people and your social battery is still drained from going out for drinks with old college friends the previous night and listening to how much they envy you. They’re all in long-term relationships, traveling every holiday, and living. How could they envy a life that’s as thrilling as dryer lint?

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As the days turn onward, you find that John is a splash of color to your grey backdrop. You don’t lose track of the days anymore, you look forward to drinking his coffee and teas, and you like listening to him tell you about himself. You’ve learned that his family is short and that nobody expected him to grow to be well over six feet tall but his mom cheated on her husband with the really tall man who gave her a really great deal on a 1995 Chevy Cavalier. You also learn that he played basketball in high school and college and could’ve gone pro but he hated it and just liked the attention from girls. Your favorite newfound story is that his mother confessed the affair and that led to you getting to know his father who wasn’t a bad guy despite the circumstances and he gifted John a 2013 Jeep Wrangler that he still has. John likes to read, he likes cheap wine, samosas, and nineties video games. He prefers savory foods over sweet ones and his favorite thing about his new job is that he can get home to watch Wheel of Fortune on time.

“Date and Time is… really good, Y/n.” John says on a snowy Valentine’s Day morning. You nod and pretend not to notice the small heart-shaped box and a card in the cubby under your register, “What’s your favorite poem?” You ask him softly. For the first time, there’s no bite in your voice; no vocal defense to continue building an invisible barrier to separate you. “Repetition.” He replies and you stop reviewing the orders for the day, “Why?” You ask. “Because… I don’t know… it’s pretty relatable I guess? Sunsets are just six PM now and I don’t remember why I wake up anymore.” He says and smiles bashfully. You nod in agreement.

Phil fucking Kaye a man who wrote your life story and never met you. A man whose words hit you as if he called you out in a room full of everyone you’ve ever known and read your browser history aloud is bonding you to some guy you’re not even sure you really even like. “It’s my favorite too.” You pipe up, “My parents got divorced when I was younger but… they never fully separated. They co-parented under the same roof and it was just as bad as it sounds. All the other kids with divorced parents envied me but they didn’t know how hellish it was and I was in the middle of it all. Sometimes they’d give each other the silent treatment for days and vent to me. I learned more about them than any kid should know about their parents and… life became a game of repetition. Tense silence, being silently dragged in two opposing directions, never inviting friends over… after a while, I stopped calling it a bad life… it just became home life. After a while, hearing ‘your mother is a selfish bitch’ just becomes like anything else you hear. 'Time for dinner’, 'your father’s a liar’, 'I never wanted kids’, 'make sure you stay away from boys’, 'I love you, kiddo’… all starts to sound the same.” John nods, “I get it. My stepdad- the guy I thought was my dad until the growth spurts started made us do family therapy with my real dad. My mom broke their hearts. My dad didn’t know she was married and my stepdad convinced himself that she only did it because she knew he’d give her a cheap deal on purchasing the car.” John says with a frown. “Did he ever come to grips with it?” You ask. “Yeah… then he killed himself.” John deadpans. You gasp, “Oh shit. I’m sorry.” You say and John just shrugs. “I hear that a lot. It doesn’t mean anything anymore. Like… what are you guys even sorry for?” He laughs humorlessly and turns to the registers, “You gonna stop pretending you don’t see that?”

You sigh and give him a weak smile, “I didn’t get you anything. I’m sorry.” You say sheepishly. “Don’t be. It’s not really conventional considering our 'I talk and you listen’ relationship is literally just me talking and you listening. Open the card at least.” He says and reaches for it. He gently places it in your waiting hand and you open it. The pink card has a porcupine holding little red hearts in its tiny hands and beneath it are the words written:

“I think you’re porcu-fine!”

You chuckle, “Really? That’s cute.” You say as you glance at him and notice his prideful smile, “I finally made you smile.” He says sweetly. “The card made me smile.” You object quietly. “Come on, open it.” He urges you. You open the card and see a fifty-dollar gift card for Wine World and you smile again. In his playful scrawl, there’s a message inside the card on its white canvas:

I think you’re a Moscato sort of lady. Happy Love Day, boss.

With love, John

You smile, “Thank you, John.” You say quietly. John waves a hand at you, “Seeing you smile is rewarding enough. I was beginning to think your face would crack if you ever tried to.” He says. “I feel bad for not getting you anything.” You say, “I- This is really nice and I wanna thank you for this somehow.” John smirks, “You can come back to my place and we can order takeout and watch Wheel of Fortune or we could go somewhere and have dinner or… I don’t know as long as we can eat together.” He says as his eyes search yours. You toss the idea around in your head. “It’s not a date.” You cautiously. “Oh God forbid.” He shoots back with a playful smirk.

You both opt for a Cuban restaurant and as you walk there, you realize that John lives a lot closer to the bookstore than you realized. Twenty minutes from the store and thirty-six minutes from your apartment. “Now I’ll have to bring you bagels on the weekends. Gross.” He tells you as you both eat. “You don’t have to do that.” You reply. “It’s more of a want. You like cinnamon raisin bagels, don’t you?” He says. You nod, “Yeah. How’d you know?” You say incredulously. John smiles, “The way you like your coffee. Extra light and extra sweet. It was just a guess.” He replies coyly. You lean back in your seat, “Are you always so observant, Columbo?” You ask. John nods, “Yeah. I can’t help it and you’re just so fascinating. You kinda remind me of Goob from Meet the Robinsons. I watch people come into the shop and they’re so enamored with you- the waitress hasn’t taken her eyes off of you since we got here and you just slump along… and you think you’re universally despised or overlooked when in reality, everyone is in love with you and that scowl you can’t seem to shake. You’re an enigma.” John skirts his finger around the rim of his beer bottle and you frown, “Okay, Heath Ledger, did you practice that in the mirror while you were in the bathroom?” You mutter. He laughs, “Of course I did. I made you smile today. Eventually, I’m gonna make you blush.” “Don’t count on it.” You tell him with as much conviction as you can muster up. The wine hits you and you feel sleepy, “Take me home. I’m tired.” You groan. “My place or yours?” He asks teasingly. “Yours.” You say softly. John’s eyes shoot open, “You don’t mean that.” He says but you know he’s hoping that you do. “Of course, I don’t.” You say with a satisfied smirk. “Tease.” He chuckles as he waves the waitress over for the bill.

John walks you right to your apartment door and his hand softly moves up to stroke your cheek, “See you tomorrow, boss.” He says and you can see that he’s also just a little too drunk. “Will you make it home safely?” You ask him as you fish your keys out of your coat pocket. “Yeah. I’ll let you know when I get there.” He says. Before you can stop yourself, you hug him tightly, “Thank you for today. It was really good and I didn’t realize how much I needed it.” You whisper against his chest. He circles his arms around you and then brings one hand up to stroke your hair, “Anytime.” He whispers. He feels warm and smells good like old books, lemon balm, and cedar. You inhale him once more and let go, “I think I’ll leave the shop closed tomorrow. We’re supposed to get a snowstorm anyway. Take the day off.” You say as you unlock your door. “You got it, boss.” John says as he slowly makes his way to the elevator. You steal one last glance at him as the elevator doors close. His brown eyes meet with yours and he winks. You refuse to react and opt to scream in your pillow once you’re in the privacy of your bedroom.

Your intercom buzzes and wakes you up. “What the hell.” You whine as you get up. You practically drag yourself to the intercom, “What?” You grunt before pressing the listen button. “I have bagels. Let me in.” John says and you can hear the wind whistling around him. You buzz him in and run to brush your teeth. There’s no time to tidy up but getting rid of your morning breath will do. He knocks on the door and you rush to open it, “Are you insane?” You all but yell. John smiles. His entire face is red and damp from the bitter bite of the wild snowstorm raging on outside. He sets down his bag and you help him out of his coat, “I’ll go put on some coffee. Jesus, John, you’re a popsicle.” You sigh. You bring the bag into the kitchen and empty its contents onto the counter. Bagels, cream cheese, strawberry jam, and ground coffee. You fight a smirk as you set up the coffee maker. John comes in, “No funny business, hold me. I’m cold.” He says as he waits for you with outstretched arms. You stare at him unamused. “Bring it in, mama. Daddy needs body heat.” He says as he tries his damnedest to fight the playful grin tugging at the corners of his lips. “No.” You say standing your ground. “I’m gonna get you. Come here, you grumpy shrew.” He says in a mocking voice and he inches closer to you. He encases his arms around you and you hum, “Fine but only because you brought me bagels.” You don’t mind hugging him. Surprisingly, you love it. “Whatever the reason, I don’t care.” He hums against the top of your head.

He leads you in a very slow dance and you rest against his chest still groggy with sleep. He pulls back and stares at you, “I think this is the part where we kiss.” He whispers. You fight a smile, “Okay.” You say. “That’s all? 'Okay’?” He laughs. “Fine. Bring it in, daddy. Mama needs a kiss. Is that better?” You say sarcastically. Johnny presses a hand into the small of your back, “That’s perfect… Good girl.” He purrs. “Oh stop it.” You hiss sheepishly as you press your face into his chest. “Flustered? That means you’re blushing. C'mon, lemme see that pretty face.” He says and his voice is coated in sex and sweetness as he pulls back to examine your face. You know he’s filing this away for a later time and you avoid meeting his eyes with yours. “You can let all of those guards down, Y/n. I’ve already got you and we both know it.” He says smugly. He dips down to press his lips to yours and you believe him. He’s got you. You let him take the lead and he kisses you so hungrily that you have to fight to stop yourself from squeezing your thighs together in front of him. “Why do you feel the need to get me?” You ask against his lips. He squeezes you tighter to him and trails kisses along your jaw, “Because you’ve never made me feel special.” He whispers. “Well, no offense but… you’re just a guy. Flawed and human like anyone else, why would I worship you?” You tell him. “And that’s exactly why I’m so drawn to you. Around you, I don’t matter.” He chuckles. You look up at him, “You sound insane. Make it make sense.” You say.

“I hit my first real growth spurt when I was ten. That’s when everything fell apart and my mom confessed everything. How do you look your ten-year-old son in his eyes and tell him that the man he’s been calling daddy- the man who signed his birth certificate and raised him isn’t his actual father? At first, my biological dad rejected me and my stepdad cried every time he looked at me so I did what any rejected ten year old boy would do, Y/n… I made sure everyone liked me. Everyone, all the time. It wasn’t hard because I was already the kid everyone liked but I just never had bad days, never had down days. I was just always smiling everywhere I went because I never smiled at home.” John trails off and holds you as close as he can get. You let him and you stroke his back, “You need therapy.” You say and he laughs, “See what I mean?”

He kisses you again, “I didn’t walk through a blizzard with bagels to be abused. Eat with me and then let’s just sleep.” He says and pulls away from you, “Come on.” You take two plates out from the cabinet over the sink, “Why didn’t you drive?” You ask him. “I hate driving in snow.” He says. You two clamber into your living room; cups full of coffee and bagels on plates and you watch the snow wildly rip through the air. The silence is comfortable and John offers you a bite of his bagel. It’s a plain bagel with a small amount of cream cheese and some strawberry jam. It’s a nice change from your usual cinnamon raisin with more cream cheese than bagel. “Am I your boyfriend yet?” He asks. It’s a whisper of a question that you almost don’t hear. “Ask me later.” You reply and turn to share a smile with him. “Okay.” He says and scoots over to you, “You have jelly on your lip and I would very much like to be a cheeseball and kiss it away… can I? I mean, it’s not a lot so it’d be a waste to use a napkin.” You laugh and lean into him then lick your lips, “Did I get it?” You ask playfully. “You want the truth?” He counters. “Nuh uh.” You say. “It’s still there.” He whispers and leans in to slot his mouth against yours. Your stomach and chest flutter and flip. “I think it’s later now. Am I your boyfriend yet?” He hums against your lips and his tongue dips past your lips. You nod. John pulls away, “I wanna hear you say it.”

“You’re my boyfriend.” You say to him and he smiles contently, “Righteous.” He gently takes your coffee cup from your hand and places it on the coffee table then guides your hands to his chest, “So we’re a couple now. It’s official.” He says proudly.

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After many dates and stolen kisses in the bookstore, you think you’ve completely fallen for John. His hands rubbing gentle circles into your back when he hugs you has become an addiction that you never hesitate to indulge yourself with. Your hardened exterior finally crumbled and you can honestly say that you love this man. He knows it but he’s gentle and patient. As you finish closing up for the day, John reshelves the books from the return bin. “Come over tonight? I’ll order something and we can watch Wheel of Fortune.” He says as he comes back to the registers. You shut down the registers and smile, “If you insist.” You say softly. “I do… Spend the night with me this time.” He whispers as he comes up behind you. “Too much dip on your chip, buddy.” You say flatly as he turns you around to face him, “I can be convinced though.” John kisses your forehead, “We can have dinner and eat ice cream…” He kisses your lips then trails kisses down your neck, “Then I can paint your nails and we can watch a scary movie and I could hold you when you get scared.” He presses his lips to the pulse at the base of your throat and your eyes squeeze shut. “Paint my nails?” You repeat incredulously. “I had a summer job in my cousin’s nail salon for three summers.” He says proudly, “I can even give you cute little decorations.” He has you as he always does and you just want to be as close to him as you can get. “Let’s go then.” You whisper.

You stop off at a pharmacy and pick up polish remover and a few bottles of nail polish. Pink, rusty orange, teal, and black. “Okay, let’s go see what ice cream they have.” John says as his hand envelopes yours. You let your mind wander, just for a moment, to how his hands would feel as they roamed over your body and you purse your lips. You pass the family planning aisle and he stops, “Should we get condoms?” He asks you gently, “It’s totally up to you.” You don’t want to be so obvious so you pretend to think about it, “I think we should… just in case.” You say shyly. He leads you down the aisle and he actually looks nervous for a moment. You squeeze his hand, “Pick whatever’s comfortable for you.” You pipe up as you stop in front of the array of condoms. He chews his bottom lip as his eyes scan over the different boxes. He grabs a box of extra-large Magnums and you freeze in place. John laughs quietly, “Are you okay?” He asks. “I- I- uh- you got extra large. You know what size you picked up, right?” You babble. John leans into you, “Yeah, baby, I know.” He replies and his smile is just too delicious. “Oh… okay then.” You say and try to stay cool. “I’ll be gentle with you. I promise.” He says and you all but collapse into a puddle.

After settling in and having dinner, you and John tidy up. “Come get changed so we can do your nails.” He says gently. You nod and follow him into his room. He opens a drawer and takes out a slightly worn Keith Whitley t-shirt. “Pants or no?” He asks. “No… I don’t usually sleep in pants. Don’t like it.” You say as you take the shirt from him. “I don’t usually sleep in shirts.” He says as he fishes sweatpants and another t-shirt out for himself. In a moment of bravery, you strip out of your jeans and sweater and fold them neatly then slip the t-shirt on. “I was gonna give you some privacy but okay.” John chuckles. You shrug, “It’s fine. It’s just underwear.” You say with a chuckle. John removes his clothes and you gawk just a bit. “It’s just underwear.” He repeats and redresses. You admire the Mike Nesmith t-shirt that he’s wearing, “I’ve never seen these shirts. Are they bedtime exclusives?” You ask. “Yeah… they’ve seen their better days.” He replies, “Get comfy and I’ll go get the polish.” You climb into his bed and inhale his fresh sheets. Your nerves send your thoughts in a thousand different directions at a million miles per hour. You inhale then exhale, “This is fine.” You tell yourself. You glance at his worn down copy of Date and Time on his nightstand and smile. John comes back in, “Okay, let’s do this.” He says as he gets into bed beside you. “Did you decide on a color yet?” You nod, “Teal for my main color and… orange for my secondary color.” You say. “Okay so I’ll do orange on your thumb and your fourth finger and the rest will be teal. Sounds good?” John asks as he rolls the teal bottle of polish between his hands. “Yeah… what are you doing?” You ask him. “Mixing it. It’s better to roll the bottle instead of shaking it. Prevents air bubbles.” He says and gives you a cocky grin. “That’s cool.” You say and he leans in closer, “Tip me for sharing my knowledge.” He says playfully and puckers his lips. You kiss him softly, “Do a good job and I’ll tip you again.” You say. “Hold on. Let’s play some music.” He says as he reaches past you to get his phone off of the nightstand. “What are you in the mood for, my love?” You shrug, “Surprise me.” You say. He pulls back and you watch him scroll for a minute. He smiles and taps his screen. Lucille by Kenny Rogers plays on the Bluetooth speaker on his dresser, “Here we go… y'know my stepdad liked country music. He had great music taste.” John says. He gets to work on your nails and you share more stories.

John finishes your nails as Free by Deniece Williams plays and he sings along softly. “Your voice is pretty.” You tell him. He kisses you gently, “You think so?” He says. You nod, “Yeah.” You pull him into a deeper kiss and he reaches behind you to put the bottles of polish on the nightstand, “What are you getting at, huh?” He purrs against your lips. “Oh, nothing really.” You say coyly. John pushes you onto your back and stares you down, “Nothing at all?” He says and peppers your lips and neck with kisses. “My nails are wet, John.” You whisper. “Oh right. Let me help them dry a little faster.” He says and brings your hands up so he can gently blow on your nails. “John.” You whine. “They’ll be dry soon. Are you wet somewhere else, baby?” He says as he eases up the hem of your shirt ever so slowly. You nod and carefully place your hands on his shoulders to prevent smudging your nail polish. “Do you want me to touch you? I bet those pretty panties are soaking wet.” He dips his hand into your panties and slowly eases his fingers past your folds, “Oh, baby… is this all for me?” John rubs slow circles into your clit and your eyes flutter shut, “John… faster… please.” You whimper. He watches you intently and you involuntarily spread your legs a bit wider. “You stay put and let those nails dry, sweetheart. I’m gonna see just how wet you are. I wanna taste it.” You’ve never let a guy go down on you and as much as you want it, you’re afraid of it, “John… I- I- wait-” “Baby, it’s okay. I need you to trust me, okay? I promise you won’t regret this. Just really want you… it’s more of a need and if you’ll let me, I’ll make you feel so good.” John looks at you with hungry eyes and you nod, “Yeah… yeah.” You whisper and just like that, he’s inching down, raising the t-shirt past your hips, and hooking his fingers around your panties, “Look at me while I do this, okay? Don’t close your eyes.” He murmurs as he pulls your panties off and tosses them to the side. You watch him with your hands placed awkwardly on your stomach and you want so badly to run your fingers through his hair. He holds eye contact as he pushes two fingers into you and sucks on your clit. “John!” You shrill and he shifts to hook one of your legs over his shoulder then brings his arm around to hold you in place. You buck your hips and throw your head back as you feel him bring you closer to the orgasm you’ve been dreaming about. “Please! Just fuck me, John… I need you inside me.” You beg and John pulls away. He licks his lips and curls his fingers up to hit your spot, “I am inside you, short stuff. Is this not enough? Tell me what you want.” He says softly. “I want you to fuck me… please, John. I need you.” You beg and he sits up to take his shirt off. His toned body is all you need to stop caring about how dry your nails are and you trace your fingertips over his chest and down his stomach, “Look at what you’re doing to me, Y/n. Feel it.” He says and brings your hand down to stroke him through his pants. “Oh God, John.” You gasp. He feels huge and you’re afraid, excited, and overwhelmed all at once. 

He bends down to kiss you hard, "I don’t even know what I wanna do next… wanna suck your tits, wanna keep eating you out, wanna turn you over and fuck you into this mattress… decisions, decisions.” He purrs as he lifts you and takes the t-shirt off. He quickly unhooks your bra and flings it aside, “Shit, babe… Y/n.” He mouths at your nipples and rolls them between his fingers, “You’re so gorgeous. Fuck… you like this baby?” He breathes as he presses his face into the valley between your breasts. “Yeah, baby… John… feels so good.” You pant, “I can’t take anymore. Please, please, please.” John laughs as he stands up, “Miss Y/n is a beggar? I never knew that. Miss grumpy little bookstore boss is begging to get slammed. Looks like you’re gonna cry if I don’t.” You sit up and tug at his pants, “And I will so stop fucking around and gimme it.” You demand and he laughs before nudging your head which sends you falling back against the mattress. You both laugh and you reach up for him, “C'mon, please? I really will cry.” You say in a small voice. John takes down his pants and his boxers and you stare at his throbbing dick. “Oh shit.” You gasp. John smiles as he pulls you up by your hand, “Come on, beautiful. It’s not so scary, right?” He says gently. You scoff, “Yes it fucking is. Holy shit, John.” You say. John laughs again, “Take your time with it. Come on. Open your mouth.”

You can’t deny that just the sight of him is making your mouth water despite the sheer anxiety. You try not to wonder if he’ll even fit inside you but it tugs at the back of your mind. You open your mouth and he slowly guides himself inside. He holds your head steady and slowly rolls his hips, “Such a good girl. See? You’re doing great.” He moans. You wrap a hand around his base and bob your head around him slowly; savoring the feel of him against your tongue and the back of your throat. “You’re so fucking pretty. God, you look so hot like this. Such a beautiful girl. Come here. I’m dying to get inside you.” John pulls back and pulls you up to press a hot, wet kiss to your lips before kicking his pants and boxers off. He climbs into the bed and pulls you on top of him. He teases your clit with the swollen tip of his cock and for a moment, you want to stop and use a condom but you look each other in the eyes and silently agree that neither of you can be bothered. He lines himself up at your entrance and you hold your breath in anticipation. “Hey, hey… you gotta relax, short stuff, okay?” He says as he gently strokes his thumbs against your hips. “O-okay. Just… please be gentle.” You whisper. “Of course. I promised you I would. Just keep breathing for me and don’t tense up, okay? Just relax.” He says warmly. You inhale deeply and hold it for a second before exhaling and holding onto John’s broad shoulders. “That’s my girl.” He moans as he slides into you and completely bottoms out. He stretches you beautifully and as you begin riding him, he holds you steady and sucks marks into your neck and chest, “Look at you fucking yourself on my dick. God, baby… you like that, huh?” He groans huskily. “Yeah… I- oh fuck! I love it, baby.” You pant. “Aw, you love me?” John chuckles playfully. “Uh-huh… I do… so much.” You whimper and John smiles, “I love you too, baby.” He says as he grips your hips and thrusts himself into you. You cry out and wrap your arms around his neck, “Feels so good… yes, John. Yes, yes, yes- God! Please don’t stop… please.”

John flips the both of you over and looks down at you, “So wet baby.” He sighs as he traps your arms above your head, “You’re taking me so well… like we were made for each other.” You clench around him, “I was made for this… for you to fuck me… made for you.” You whimper and wrap your legs around his waist. John reaches for a pillow and positions it under your hips, “I’m gonna make you see God tonight.” You stare at him eagerly, “I already am.” You whisper and John fucks into you like his life is depending on it. You take it and you feel him slam so deep into you that you spread your legs even wider because he just invokes something so lewd and desperate in you and he is God tonight. You worship him with each stroke and his name is a prayer on your tongue and down your throat. His eyes are your pearly gates and his hips are your hellfire. He presses a hand down against your abdomen. He knows he’s got you wrapped around his fingers and he laughs a breathless laugh, “I’m just a guy… flawed and human like anyone else. Why would you worship me?” He heaves as he gives you back your own words. “John.” You squeak, “Please.” The way he pins you down drives you mad and you just want him to wrap his hand around your neck. You reach up for his hand and he gives it to you. You bring it down your lips and kiss his knuckles then bring it down to your neck, “Please?” You ask softly and John circles his hand around your throat just right, “God, you’re such a dirty girl. Let’s try something else. I think you’ll like it.” He says as he pulls out of you. You whimper at the absence of him inside you as you let him reposition you on your hands and knees closer to the foot of the bed. “See that mirror?” John asks as he points to his full mirror across the room. You nod. “Watch us.” He says as he slides back into you. John pulls you up and presses you back against him. One hand travels up to your neck and the other travels down to tease circles into your clit. “John!” You cry. “Cum for me, baby. That’s my good girl.” He croons softly against your ear. His fingers speed up and you cum undone but he doesn’t stop, “Let me know if this is too much.” He says. Your body lurches and twitches but you don’t stop him. You’re greedy for him and he knows it. You mew and whimper but you let him keep going, “Is this my pussy now, baby?” He asks. “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.” You whine and roll your head back against the firmness of his shoulder. “Gonna cum, baby… oh, baby, yes, yes, ugh.” He moans and his hips stutter as he fills you. “John.” You choke out and he doesn’t stop. He pulls out and turns you onto your back before easing back inside. He lays on top of you while using one arm to support his weight and you cling to each other as he milks himself into you. “God, I never wanna fuckin’ stop.” He groans. “Then don’t stop until you’re ready.” You beg. He strokes into you a few more times before you both fall limp. As you both become more grounded, John sighs, “Ah shit.” “What, baby? What’s wrong?” You ask him softly. “I fucked my boss. That is so unprofessional” He says and smirks. “What kinda boss fucks a subordinate? That’s so slutty.” You chuckle. “Nah, she’s not so bad. Only slutty when she’s naked. Gotta look out for those quiet ones, y’know.” You both laugh. John kisses your forehead, “I love you.” He says gently “I love you too.” You reply.

It takes a bit of effort but you both get up, shower, and then change his bedsheets. John gets you cozy in bed, “I’m gonna go get a morning after pill. Wait for me?” He says. You nod and snuggle up beneath his comforter. “We can eat some ice cream when I get back.” He kisses you and heads out. You lay in the silence of his room and replay the events from earlier. You blush as you remember the feel of his mouth on you and the way he moaned your name. You roll over and retrieve the book from his nightstand and it falls open to Repetition. You smile as you trace your fingers over the words and imagine that he’s done it many times before. In his scrawl is a note in green ink at the bottom of the adjacent page:

I told her I think she’s beautiful. She said every guy who’s ever fucked her over thought the same thing. Maybe she’s not mean at all. Maybe she’s just tired. Maybe repetition has made her tired?

He’s not wrong. You hold the pages to your heart for a moment then close the book back and place it on the dresser. He really analyzed you and came to a conclusion in the book you sold him. You feel yourself fall deeper. It doesn’t take him long to come back. He brings you the pill with a glass of water and you take it. You laugh as the box of condoms sit atop his dresser still sealed up. “It’s funny how we grabbed those for ‘just in case’ like we didn’t already know what was gonna go down but it’s hilarious that instead of actually using one, you ended up getting stuffed and creamed like a cannoli.” He says as he hands you a bowl of Chunky Monkey ice cream. You blush, “I foresee an IUD in my future.“ John smirks, "More stuffin’ and creamin’? Hell yeah.” He says with a fist pump. “Really, John?” You laugh. “Really, baby.” He shoots back.

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The heat from outside billows into the store as John comes in. He ran to get lunch as you watched the store. “It’s swamp ass out there.” He sighs as he wipes his brow, “But… daddy got those fuckin’ burritos, baby.” You roll your eyes and smile, “You’re a menace.” You laugh. He brings the food and drinks behind the counter then looks you up and down, “I really love how that dress looks on you.” He says as slides his hand up the back of your sundress to grip your ass. “Stop it, John.” You hiss reluctantly. “Shhhh, sweetheart. Nobody’s gonna know if you hush your pretty little mouth.” He whispers and brings his hand around to slip down the front of your panties. “John.” You whisper. The jazz instrumentals play over the store speakers and John pushes you against the back counter and rubs your clit slowly, “Gonna let daddy make you cum right here?” He says into your ear. You close your eyes and push your face into his chest, “Oh God.” You whimper and he rubs you faster. “You’re so wet, baby. You should’ve told me.” He purrs. You come undone and he pulls his hand from your underwear and slides them into his mouth, “See? Nobody saw us and nobody heard you.” He says softly.

“Confession time.” John says as you two cuddle up in the coolness of your air conditioned apartment. “Oh Lord Jesus.” You say as you sit up and straddle him. “So uh… remember that day I came in and you hired me?” He asks. “Yeah. I do. Best day ever.” You say quietly. He pinches your cheeks, “Well… remember how I said I quit my job?” He says. You nod, “Yeah…” You say and narrow your eyes at him suspiciously. “I didn’t lie or anything like that but I was on my way to work when I saw the sign and… I went and quit then came back hoping like hell I wasn’t too late.” He says. You crack up, “You’re insane, John! What if you were too late?” You ask him. “Then I would’ve crawled my sorry ass back to Starbucks and begged for my job back.” He says with a shrug, “You were worth it.” You smile and stroke his face, “Can I make a confession?” You ask. John nods. “I don’t recommend that book to everyone… Date and Time, I mean. It’s a really special book to me and I don’t just go telling everyone who needs a book recommendation about it.” You say. John smirks, “I’ve been working in that store with you five days a week for almost two years now, short stuff. I’ve never heard you recommend it to anyone. I already know but… why did you tell me about it?” He says and takes your hands in his. You shrug, “Because when I looked at you, I felt like I was supposed to.” He nods, “You liked me all along, didn’t you?” He asks smugly and you nod, “I did but that Valentine’s Day gift… that changed everything.” John quirks up an eyebrow, “How?” 

“The next morning, I woke up and I remembered why.”

And autopsy photos do get leaked and released publicly all the depending on how old the case is and other details. Do you know how many death and oddities groups there are on facebook?

Who tf cares about Bre that much, be fr💀

I don't wanna see that ugly bitch, why would I wanna see a dead ugly bitch 🥴