A Decade of Matt Bomer
"I made cookies."
“COOKIES!!!!!!!!!”
.[teen au]
“Those shoes are impractical.”
"Im sorry that you seem to be confused. He belongs to me, the boy is mine"
“You need to give it up. Had about enough. It's not hard to see,the boy is mine.”
"You're back."
“Am I? Or am I merely an illusion? A figment of the imagination?”
“I was trying to be to funny. And I missed you, too.”
“Not a funny joke for someone who’s actually hallucinated about seeing you before.”
“You have? I didn’t know... I can’t apologize for leaving, but I will say sorry for not telling you I came back. Sorry.”
"My pussy tastes like Pepsi Cola~"
“Well honey, can I get a taste?”
“I’m sure there are plenty of other people who’d like to touch them.”
“However much you paid was money well spent.”
“Of course there are. Anyway, can I touch your boobies if you aren’t gonna touch mine?”
“Thank you, kind sir.”
“My boobies are for looking, not touching.”
"You're back."
“Am I? Or am I merely an illusion? A figment of the imagination?”
He continued to pout. “Glad to be back, you bully.”
“Hey, I wouldn’t have hit you if you didn’t try to mess with my head.”
“I missed you.”
“I was trying to be to funny. And I missed you, too.”
"My pussy tastes like Pepsi Cola~"
“Well honey, can I get a taste?”
“A hug is one thing, but… I don’t want to touch anyone’s boobies.”
“Fine. More boobie touching for me then.”
“Shit, I paid for them. I’ma touch them all the time.”
“I’m sure there are plenty of other people who’d like to touch them.”
“However much you paid was money well spent.”
"My pussy tastes like Pepsi Cola~"
“Well honey, can I get a taste?”
“I never said that! I appreciate your company, that’s all.”
“You looove me. You wanna huuuggggg me and touch my boooooobies~”
“A hug is one thing, but... I don’t want to touch anyone’s boobies.”
"You're back."
“Am I? Or am I merely an illusion? A figment of the imagination?”
“I’m sure! I’m very sure! I’m back, Z, I’m here!”
“No more hitting!”
“Fine,” she glared at him before smiling. “Welcome back, you jerk.”
He continued to pout. “Glad to be back, you bully.”
"You're back."
“Am I? Or am I merely an illusion? A figment of the imagination?”
“Ow! Okay, I’m real! And I can still feel pain.”
“Are you sure? Maybe I should hit you again just to make sure.”
“I’m sure! I’m very sure! I’m back, Z, I’m here!”
“No more hitting!”
"My pussy tastes like Pepsi Cola~"
“Well honey, can I get a taste?”
“I was referring to you… And ‘80s-era Madonna.”
“Awwww, I knew you loved me, ya big softie!”
“I never said that! I appreciate your company, that’s all.”
"You're back."
“Am I? Or am I merely an illusion? A figment of the imagination?”
“You don’t feel like an illusion.”
“Ow! Okay, I’m real! And I can still feel pain.”
"You're back."
“Am I? Or am I merely an illusion? A figment of the imagination?”