Sassy in waiting (2022-24)

 Nathaniel [Sorry, I can't watch Spkegbob and get hi with u. I'm hitting the gym to work off the M&M I sniffed last night.]   Mansk [It's cool, bro. I forgot to tell you I'm hitting the bar with Lyle currently. But hit me up later if you still want some] ◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇ "Dude what the fuck?" Mansk holding the phone out to Lyle trying not to laugh. "Naaahhh see, I got dibs! We should find a threesome actually! Been a minute... what about that one?" Lyle nodding at a nearby chick. Mansk eyeing her with a bit of thought. "Mmm not enough ass or titts. I like em thick and mean as snakes" "Or Asian and mean as snakes?" Lyle snickered. "Mmm Shé.... Still have wet dreams!" Mansk remarked mockingly moaning to himself.   Nathaniel [Sprry rong #. That was 4 tent. I thknk I cn squeeze u innon Tiesday.] Nathaniel clearly blitzed out of his mind. Then he double texted. [Tell Lyle I said hi'll. A...

 Will Graham made for an interesting subject, Freddie thought. Luckily for her, her readers agreed. She’d have gone where the clicks were regardless; a girl’s got to eat, after all. But it helped writing about something—or someone—she actually liked. And despite her constant antagonism, she 𝘥𝘪𝘥 like him. She wouldn’t go so far “for a story” otherwise.   𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺, she’d followed him to therapy and tried to record his session. Dr. Lecter was, however, oddly protective of his patient and had made her delete the recording while scolding her and making her feel like a misbehaving schoolchild.   Get real. She was never 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 kind of naughty schoolgirl.   𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺, she’d had a friend who happened to be a real estate agent make her a copy of the key to Will’s house. Actually, Louis himself had once been the subject of Freddie’s poison pen. He was originally from Beverly Hills but had moved to Baltimore after getting off on grisly...

  “How does it make me 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 ? Are you fucking serious right now? This is what I’m paying for from an internationally-renowned psychiatrist?” Trent ranted, pacing the tastefully-furnished office and running a hand through his sleek bronze hair. “My marriage ended before it even began because my fiancée was jealous of my best friend. My other best friend was brainwashed into marrying this guy who’s jealous of 𝘮𝘦 . I had an actual social group for the first time in my life and we went from being a fun group of friends to probably THE most toxic couple-versus-couple, oh and let me just add that most of the people in the couples don’t even 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 each other! Let’s see. Faustus resents that he’s been blackmailed on pain of death to marry his wife. Nathaniel hates how controlling George has become. I loved Rebecca to death, almost literally, but I’ve had to face up to the fact that that girl is a mess, which 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 lead us to Serena’s situation—Sebastian’s situation? I don’t k...

 Taveon points to this sign looking at Threnody Threnody "Firstly, I'm attended by my bitch brothers. Secondly, I'm eighteen so, thanks, neither a child nor under 12."   Taveon "OKAY I BELIEVE YOU!!!"   Threnody showed him her driver's license.   Taveon "Do you realize how easily one can acquire those? And that picture actually makes you look like an angry seven-year-old who's brother stole your juicey-juicey "   "That's because he stole my dad's coke and snorted it because SOMEONE told him if you mix cocaine and glitter and snort it from a melon rind, you'll literally fart rainbows!"   "Well then, that's certainly a personal problem......"   "Anyway, the ID is real, fuckface."   Taveon merely stuck his tongue out at her as a response this time.   And she stepped forward and licked it, then went, "Nyeh. So there."   Taveon immediately gagged and shov...

𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 : 𝐃𝐔𝐁𝐂𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 : 𝐒𝐋𝐔𝐓 - 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆   “ENOUGH!” The acoustics aren’t great, but my voice manages to reverberate. I grab your throat and slam you against the wall. That echoes, too. “I have had it up to HERE with your fucking GAMES, CASTIEL!” It comes out as a bellow of rage and despair ripping its way from my chest through my throat, passing through my lips, feral and guttural. You see my eyes flash with pain-fueled fury in the dim lighting. You glare back at me, your hands prying at my wrist. I squeeze your throat and press you harder against the wall. Your eyes are beginning to water and it makes me… Not 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘺 . More frustrated. More desperate.   𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘯 ?   I silently beg of you not to make this about 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 pain. I will more than happily balm your wounds and soothe your ego, once I’m sure you 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘵 .   My voice is s...

  𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐥, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐮𝐬. 𝐓𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤, 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐣𝐢. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐮𝐛𝐜𝐨𝐧. 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞, 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 Cass Inger 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐢𝐥𝐲𝐬𝐦 Our bond is different from anything I’ve ever known. I can’t explain why. I’ve tried, but the words aren’t right. They fall on deaf ears. I have to show you. I have to prove it. That’s why, one night, you wake up tied to my 🛏. The ropes are, miraculously, strong enough to hold you. I was considerate. I put sweat bands on your wrists and ankles before tying you to the 🛏. At first, I only wanted to sleep next to you, to feel the warmth of you beside me. My head was rested against the bare skin of your chest. My hands explored your body experimentally. Not like yours is that much different, ...