And Stalking Much? You Are The Main Reason She Killed Herself Along With All The Other Bitches

You bet you can’t explain why iszy followed my account and I got a nasty anon at the same time.

*I bet

How are you an author that can't write correctly?

Bullying, lying, harassment and stalking isn’t criticism. Bre is dead because of you and all the other bullies. So just listen to us and go to hell.

The way I didn't do any of that shit but YOU did, you are such a hypothetical loser lmao. You are 24, get a fucking grip. All you've done is harass me in anons like a pussy. You don't see me threatening to kms do you...mkay🫶🏾

Obsessed. ✷ Paige Bueckers

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Gf!reader

Summary: You’re obsessed with your girlfriend’s biceps!

Word Count: 400+ words

Disclaimer/s: none! just fluff :3

Vera’s Voice! very short but a whole lotta gay, thank you. ENJOY!!!!! Smirk. # I love my girlfriend

The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of the TV flickering against the walls. You weren’t really paying attention to the movie, though—not when Paige was lying beside you in nothing but a sports bra and sweatpants, her arm resting lazily across your waist.

You traced slow circles over her skin, your fingertips brushing the firm muscle of her bicep. You could feel it shift slightly whenever she moved, the definition unmistakable even in the relaxed way she held herself.

“You good?” Paige murmured, her voice low and amused.

“Mhm,” You hummed, letting your palm smooth over her arm. “Just admiring.”

Paige huffed out a quiet laugh, turning her head to look at you. “Admiring what, exactly?”

You squeezed lightly around the muscle, as if to make a point. “These,” you said simply, pressing a kiss to her shoulder.

Paige rolled her eyes, but there was a smile tugging at her lips. “You’re so weird.”

You grinned, tilting your chin up to look at her. “Not my fault,” You chimed. “It’s unfairly hot.”

She gave a little shake of her head, but she didn’t stop you when you continued running your hands along her arm, mapping the shape of it with quiet fascination.

After a moment, a thought crossed your mind, and you sat up a little, reaching toward your nightstand.

Paige lifted a brow, watching as you rummaged through the drawer. “What are you doing?”

You pulled out a ribbon, soft and slightly worn from the countless times you’d tied it into your hair.

Twisting back toward her, you dangled it in front of her face with a mischievous look.

“I wanna try something,” You said.

Paige eyed the ribbon, then you, a slow smirk curving her lips. “Should I be concerned?”

You shook your head, looping the ribbon around the peak of her bicep and tying it into a neat little bow. “Okay,” you said, leaning back to admire your work.

“Now flex.”

Paige let out a quiet chuckle but did as you asked, raising her arm and tightening the muscle beneath the ribbon.

For a second, it held—but then, with a sharp snap, the fabric split apart, falling to the sheets.

You blinked, staring at it. Paige, meanwhile, had thrown her head back in laughter, shaking her head at you.

“Did you think that was gonna hold?” She teased.

You looked between her and the broken ribbon, “That..” You let out a breathless laugh of your own. “That was.. oh wow.”

Paige grinned, tugging you back down beside her, her arm wrapping around you again with ease. “Obsessed, much?”

You nuzzled into her, smiling against her shoulder. “Obviously,” You mumbled, your fingers finding their way back to her arm.

“Now flex again.”

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⟡Who Knew Music Could Taste So Good

Prologue + Authors Note

 Have you ever had that feeling where certain faces and places feel all too familiar, like you've been there before?

       Your present mind doesn't know what's going on, but your body does. Your heart reacts to someone you've never met, and the walk down a different path in a new town brings a small ping of familiarity. Different people bring you serenity,  like you’ve known them, shared memories, stories, jokes, food, etc.

      So if I’ve never been here before... with her... why does my heart feel like it's pounding against my chest, seconds away from beating out of my chest...

...right into her hands...

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     It’s January, the year has just started and snow swirls in the crisp are, yet the atmosfear feels a bit rocky. My sister is driving, humming her new song of the week, a classic Sabrina song, Juno. One of my favorites, but I can’t focus on the lyrics. My head is pounding as we drive to the hospital for my bi-monthly check-up. About 3 years ago, I was in an accident. I vaguely remember what happened, but I remember driving from an event and a truck ramming into me.

     I remember a horrid crunch and then nothing, absolute blackness. 

 When I came to, there was a girl by my side, not my sister or our aunt. She was beautiful, with tan skin, tattoos on her arms, and one on her neck. She had tears in her eyes, she looked...

.broken.

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hiii guys omggg my first book after literal years (like magcon era ew). Let me know what y'all think 💋

 ps. I’m gonna add spanish here and there, if my wonderful friends decide to help me :3.

Yes

More black/brown hello kitty for hello kitty girlz 🎀

(Regarding the last anon message) Is nonny finally admitting Bre isn’t actually dead and they were just pretending to for whatever selfish reason they have?

No clue🤷🏾‍♀️

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 🥴