a most unsuitable wife.

you've heard the story of jesse james, of how he lived and how he died. if you're still in need of something to read, here's the story of bonnie and clyde.

[hexfck-blog]

Listen, the next boy to try and pick me up with the fuckin' line, "'Sup, baby?" is goin' to get their balls caught in a fuckin' garlic press. You're not fuckin' cute.

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tears in the rain | lily and tony.

[lyssa1x1-blog]

Tony watched her still frayed edges begin to unravel further, causing him to wince as his hands were shoved into his pockets. What else could he say? There wasn’t everything left but to profusely apologize to the woman… But something resembling a swelling anger was starting to boil within him and before he could stop the words, they’d slipped past his lips. “Well, yeah, I did. After what we did and you just up and left and I had to deal with fucking dreaming about fire and you dying and seeing my son and the only other girl who knows me burn alive, I needed someone…. And you weren’t there,” Tony breathed, his words harsh as he explained his reasoning. “You left. What was I supposed to do? It’s not just all about you Lily. You’re not the only one that hurts or needs comfort.”

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His words pierced through her fissured heart like the painful puncture of a knife and the soft sounds of her gasps grew heavier underneath the weight of her sorrows, shut-eyed tears coursing down her warm cheeks and dampening the fabric of the blouse she wore. Her bloodshot eyes snapped open at the last words to spill from her husband's lips, and a bitter, subdued laugh fell from her own, as feelings of anger and insecurity began to overwhelm her somber musings. "Are you fuckin' kidding me, Antonio?! We made love! We made fuckin' love! --- I left to see my father. I told you I was goin' to see him, days ago! I thought you understood that I needed some time, to think. And I'm -- I'm sorry I wasn't there for you. I'm sorry I'm so fuckin' selfish, and I'm sorry I'm not -- I'm not there when you need me and I'm sorry that I'm such -- such a horrible wife and I'm sorry I'm just not fuckin' good enough, but you -- you could've picked up the fuckin' phone and called me! I would've came runnin' right back to you. I would -- I could understand if you had slept with someone --- when I left you three months ago, but -- we made love. We -- You told me you loved me, Antonio! You told me you -- you missed me! I left thinkin' we were going to be okay! -- It's not the fact that you slept with someone else, but you could've called me! You could've tried and talked to me!" Her words passed her pale pink lips in fractures; voice quivering as a slender hand hastily rose to brush away the tears that continued to fall, woe-filled eyes averting to the tremulous hands that shook with each word she said. "Tell me something, Antonio; were you wearing your wedding ring when you fucked her?" The bitter words were spewed out before Lillian could even think about what she was saying, but the pain that swelled within her seemed to overpower her as quiet sobs continued to wrack her willowy frame. She struggled to speak, heartbeat quickening instantaneously, and another ill-disposed chuckle spilled from her lips. "God, I'm so stupid.. I'm -- I'm so stupid! I'm so fuckin' stupid! I wanted you to fight for me. You -- When you told me that we were only hurting each other, I was devastated. I wanted you to fight for me, I wanted you to say there is no one else you could ever be with and that you'd rather be alone than without me! And -- when we made love that night, I was -- fuck, it felt like our wedding night all over again! I love you, Antonio. More than anything, and -- I want -- I want to forgive you, but -- I'm not even worth your love. I'm sorry."

And with that, she was gone, hands laying over her mouth to silence her sobs. And as she fled the building, rain began to soak the outfit she wore as her stilettos sank into the puddles, but not even the thunder that crackled above her or the lightning that lit up the sky could stop her from running.

[hexfck-blog]

yesterday, i had to restore my entire computer and everything got erased. every account, every file, every single thing. even the back-up i had was erased. i lost the reply i owed alyssa and i lost all of my jade gifs (which was a lot... over 2.5k and i've been collecting them for about a year or two). SO i'll be on after i eat but i will be super duper slow!! my replies will be slow since i have to start saving gifs all over again and write that para again :(

[hexfck-blog]

No, no, no, no! Where the fuck is it?!

[phoebetonhkin]

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tears in the rain | lily and tony.

[lyssa1x1-blog]

He knew this would be the reception. After all, he’d beckoned her back into his bed with open arms before she left, and if the one night with Skylar wouldn’t have occurred, his spine wouldn’t have stiffened at his wife’s tender touch… But it had. It had happened and he had wanted it to. Suddenly it was like the pair of them were back to square one. Still, his lips molded into hers at they had a million times before, but when his hands met her waist, he was gingerly pushing her back rather than tugging her in. “Bonnie,” he started, craning his head back as his lips pressed into a thin line. How does someone admit to their wife that he’d done something like that? The turmoil within him had been swirling for days on whether or not sleeping with Skylar had invalidated his near reconciliation with Lily. “I love you, and I don’t want to hurt you anymore…” Gulp. His hands dropped and one rubbed at the back of his neck. “I, uh… I mess—- I slept with someone else.” There it was. His stomach felt like it was imploding on itself within him as his brown eyes searched her features for some sign. “Just, please, just know that I’m sorry.”

[hexfck-blog]

As the nickname left Antonio's lips, a soft smile began to tug at the corners of her mouth, threatening to stretch out into a wide grin; but her smile faltered quick, and the once loquacious female suddenly had nothing to say. Tremulous hands rose, as if to point a finger or to strike at the boy, but they fell like her smile as she stumbled backwards, away from her husband. Voluminous eyelashes fluttering at a rapid pace, her lip began to quiver as his words sank in and her heart began to sting, the brunette's petite body slumping in dejection. I slept with someone else. After moments of an eerie silence, a pained gasp left plump cerise lips as she struggled to speak; the words she so desperately needed seemingly out of reach. "You --- You wh-what?" came the forlorn whisper, and her stomach churned as a diminutive hand was laid over her mouth to muffle the loud sobs that began to shake her entire frame. Small gasps interrupted the pauses between her sobs, a heavy outpour of tears falling from her eyes; her brown eyes rimmed with the faintest shade of scarlet. "What?!" And now her voice was raised to a desperate screeching; the word laced with disbelief. She didn't want to believe it. 

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tears in the rain | lily and tony.

[lyssa1x1-blog]

I missed you.

[hexfck-blog]

The sound of a familiar voice drained out the soft pitterpatter of raindrops against the window, and as those three words fell from her husband's lips, a soft giggle spilling from her pink pout. "And I missed you," she murmured in a hushed tone, brown eyes illuminate with adoration as she began to approach him, sylphlike fingers grazing gently over his collarbone, "more than you could ever imagine." The smile on her lips grew as the words left her lips, as if a weight had been lifted from her slender shoulders with her uttered confession. Guilt had been eating at her since she left the headquarters a week ago, after the two had made love for the first time in months, and despite the confusion that had rose after that one night, she missed him far too much. She wasn't going to avoid him. And instead, her arms rose to wrap around his neck, as her pinks lips pressed to his own. The kiss was gentle, almost sheepish; but her lips moved against his in a slow, feverish fashion.

[notskylar]

I don’t know, but Taco Bell also smells weird, so don’t bother. Call Pizza Hut or something. I like their mozzarella sticks.

That’s good, though! And you said he fights or something? Is he famous? Wow, okay. As long as you don’t actually have a disease, you just have to make sure someone’s there to tell you that you’re not actually sick. Is that a new thing, or have you always had it?

[hexfck-blog]

Ugh, that's great. -- Hm, I suppose Pizza Hut will do. I do like their cheese-filled crust. Do 'ya want some mozzarella sticks, then?

Yeah, he does a bit of wrestlin', but he mostly enters fitness competitions. I suppose he's a bit famous, if you're into that kind of shit? I don't know, to be honest, but he's won both matches and competitions. Big ones, too. -- Well, someone being there helps, yeah, but -- I don't know, it's like if 'ya got anxiety. Instead, it's regarding your health. So, someone bein' there doesn't always help. I've always had it.

[connorkyng-blog]

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she said, "my man, you know it's time to get your fingers wet." your hustle's busted when you can't afford a cigarette! the last i heard from you, you were screaming, "handle it!" knock the world right off its feet and straight onto its head, the book of love will long be laughing after you are dead. fascinated by the look of you and what was said. make a play for all the brightest minds and light will shed. it's in your bloodline, a perfect frankenstein. out on that lone pine, i'm going to make you mine. it's understood you wrap your voodoo right around my neck! you got some glitter on your kitty at the discotheque! i put my lovin' in your oven, not a head to check! the last i heard from you, you were screaming, "resurrect!"

[notskylar]

The nearest one’s like five blocks away, and the last time I stopped by, there was a fuckin’ nail in my fries, so. You’re stuck with Cheetos for now.

How’d it go, then? And…hypocho-what? What’s that?

[hexfck-blog]

A fuckin' nail?! What the fuck? Ugh, that's fuckin' gross. Gag me. -- Do 'ya know if Taco Bell delivers? I hope so. I'm too fuckin' lazy to go out.

It was good, minus the diet. Don't get to see him that often, but I try. -- Hypochondria. It's, uh, it's where -- like, if somethin' happens to my health, I'm convinced that I'm carryin' a disease. Like, it can be anythin'. When Antonio and I bought our first home, the air was so dry and humid that it gave me nosebleeds for four mornings straight. It freaked me the fuck out, and I thought I had leukemia. Small symptoms like that can convince me I got a disease. It's fucked. 

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[notskylar]

It’s not exactly McDonald’s, but I have Cheetos?

Where the heck have you been? I was worried you’d— I don’t know, I was just worried! The last time I heard from you, you were freaking out about some brain tumor.

[hexfck-blog]

Cheetos can suffice. For now, at least. You should look into the McDonalds, though. I've been deprived of good ol' grease, Rhodes. It ain't healthy. It's a fuckin' sin.

I was vistin' my father. -- Yeah, I thought I had a brain tumor. I have hypochondria, 'lright? It -- it happens. Frequently. Very frequently.

[hexfck-blog]

Well, I don't have a brain tumor, and I swear to God if anyone says "I told you so!", I will punch you in the fuckin' face. I've been back in America for about five fuckin' hours and the first thing I did was go see a doctor since I couldn't find a damn doctor who spoke a fuckin' language I knew. God, why does Papa have to travel so fuckin' much? Yeah, the world's beautiful, I fuckin' get it, but I'd rather not have to travel so fuckin' long to spend a week with my father. He's trainin' for some fitness competition, but I don't see the point of all the fuckin' work since he always fuckin' wins. He looks like the fuckin' Rock, but younger and more muscular and with a ton of fuckin' tattoos. -- Anyway, all I've been eatin' for the past week is bagels and kale and fuckin' disgustin' organic shit. Grease, I need grease. Someone order me McDonalds, and make it fast. Yeah, hello again, Chicago. Didn't fuckin' miss 'ya one bit.

[jadesthirlwall]

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I'M BACK 

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texting: always and forever.

tony: you need to sleep

tony: it's good for u, jsyk

tony: just making sure bc i don't want some minimum wage punkass trying to touch u

tony: that's disgusting ://

tony: does ur dad hate me yet

lily: but i'm scared ://

lily: he won't be touching me

lily: thank you

lily: you know, for the concern

lily: yeah i haven't ate a thing except for lollipops and bagels with cream cheese

lily: he could never hate you

lily: ur the son he always wanted

lily: but he wants to slap the both of us