#I’m just sitting here bulldozing and dropping houses on lots like I’m gonna move tomorrow

[kairasims]

Does anyone else grab a bunch of beautiful builds off the gallery and then tour them in first person mode like you’ll ACTUALLY live there or is it just me? 😅

Checking out a bunch of builds by @lhonna that I downloaded…I low key want to be a pixel person now so I can live in these houses 🤣🤣😍

[hargroves-angel]

Cookies And Cream 🏹🍪

Chapter 2 - Angel Cake

A/N * Sexual themes, No actual Smut. 

// Chapter 3 - Chocolate Sundae // Cookies and Cream Masterlist //

Billy knocked on Y/Ns door. That familiar scent of cookies filled his senses as she opened the door. She looked so heavenly, even in the morning, she was wearing a baby blue with white polka dots dress , his eyes traced over her figure, “Good morning Billy” her voice was soft and sweet. “Good morning gorgeous, I know it’s early and all but i was hoping to show you around town” Billy smiled, his pearly whites on show.

“I’d love to, I need to drop some muffins off at my mothers bakery actually, so if you don’t mind could we go there first?” He nodded. She stepped to the side to allow him in. “I just need to package them, do you want a drink or something to eat?”.

“If that’s alright angel” She nodded and made him some french toast and a cup of coffee, placing it down in front of him. Her house was simply decorated, a large painting of a ballerina hung on the wall. Fluffy white carpets and light gray wallpaper. It was too girly for Billy’s taste, but he respected it, it was her.

She came into the dining room holding a gift basket filled with muffins. “I hope everything tasted ok” He grinned at her.

“It was great, so is the bakery in the mall?”

“Mmmhmm” She hummed, placing a ribbon around the basket. “Shall we go?” She picked it up and smoothed our her dress.

Billy agreed taking out his car keys, leading the way to his house.

Max was outside with her skateboard, trying out some tricks on the curb. She stared at Y/N and Billy, she wasn’t his usual type, she seemed too innocent. Billy glared at Max, telling her to back off silently. She rolled her eyes and skated off.

Billy opened the passenger door for Y/N. She mumbled a ‘thank you’ before sitting down on the leather seat, he took the basket from her hands and placed it in the back.

They drove off, Billy played his music at a lower volume than usual. But was surprised when she started to hum along to the lyrics.

“You like Led Zeppelin?” He asked taken back. She let out a soft giggle,

“I occasionally listen to them, my father sent me a vinyl record of their new album, mom doesn’t appreciate it but I can listen to it on low volume” Billy smirked.

“Well it’s no fun when it’s quiet, here” he turned up the volume and noticed your smile grow. Cute, she was adorable... shame he was only trying to bed her, he thought.

Billy rolled into the mall parking lot. He had a a whole plan for the day, once he’d taken her to her mothers bakery he was going to show her around the mall a bit more, specifically the vinyl store now, then take her down town to hang around at the park and finally arrive by the lake, where hopefully he would have buttered her up enough to get laid. Besides who could resist him.

He helped her out of the car and walked with her to the entrance. “So where you from then?”.

“I was born in California but since my parents split my mom moved us to France, wanted a fresh start I suppose”

“France? You don’t sound French, like your accent” He was actually kind of interested.

“Well we lived there for only 2 years and I never picked it up” Billy smirked, following you as you walked towards the end of the mall.

“You know any French then?” Billy asked.

“Ouí, je parle couramment le français” He raised his eyebrows.

“Impressive, I have no idea what you said but it sounds cool” He chuckled, you both reached the bakery.

It was similar to your house, softly decorated, pretty pictures put around the walls, cakes and desserts were placed around the place. She opened the door with a key. “My mother isn’t here so feel free to take a cookie or something if you want” Billy took a cookie from the jar on the counter.

“These taste really good, the ones you bought yesterday were finished really quickly, your mom make them?” He looked around at the other treats.

“No, She makes the big cakes for events and stuff but I make the little desserts”

“Well you’re great at it doll” She placed the muffins on a stand.

“Thank you Billy, I’m all done here so we can go on our tour now”

Billy showed Y/N around every store, suggested the best places to eat and the worst. They had the most fun in the record store, both looking at albums they liked, Billy suggested more bands and other music he enjoyed. She even ended up buying a new album.

They left the mall after 2 hours, and Billy drove her around town, telling her about the different shops.

“There’s a park at the end of this street, sometimes me and my friends chill out here, and so since we are... friends” His voice deepened at the word ‘friends’ “I thought we should hang out there for a bit” She nodded.

“I really appreciate all of this Billy, it’s really sweet of you to give me a tour, Hawkins is actually quite interesting” Billy smirked.

“At times..., when new people come around things get a little more exciting” He pulled up outside some trees. “Now unfortunately, we have to go through a path which can be a bit over grown” he pointed to a dirt path which didn’t look too easy to walk through, stinging nettles and twigs where everywhere.

You went with him to the path, the mud was a little bit wet, which wasn’t going to go well with your white shoes and pastel dress.

“You know I could carry you, if you don’t wanna get muddy” Billy offered, his smirk even more evident.

She thought about it for a second. “I should be ok, but thanks for the offer, nothing wrong with getting a little dirty” a seemingly innocent comment from her, which Billy obviously found sexual undertones within it chuckling to himself.

“Ok princess, I’ll go first” he moved the branches out of the way and she followed. She tried to avoid the wet spots of mud but her shoes still ended up getting dirty, mother wasn’t going to be pleased.

They arrived at a small clearing. An abandoned park sat in the middle.

“Tommy says that this was going to be bulldozed and turned into some big apartment complex but something to do with the soil and trees got in the way so they left it all here” Billy gestured to the trees around them.

He took a cigarette out from his pocket brought it to his lips, lighting it.

He walked to the swing set in the middle, sitting down, for it being abandoned the park was actually in good shape, Y/N went on the swing next to him, pushing herself forward on it. She lightly swinged on it, clearly enjoying herself. Billy felt a little bad, his intentions with Y/N weren’t pure, her innocence made him feel different things.

“You gonna swing too?” She asked.

“Hell yeah, I have the record for highest!” He boasted. She giggled.

“Not if I beat it” she challenged. With that Billy put his cigarette on the ground and stepped on it before pushing himself back on the swing.

“Sure thing angelface, but no one can beat me” He let his feet off the floor and swung forward, the wind in his hair. Y/Ns giggles filled him with joy as he laughed along with her.

After a few minutes of swinging and Billy winning at heightest swing, they decided to sit down and talk for a while. Billy talked about California, how he enjoyed the beaches and over all life back there. Y/N talked about what she remembered of California, finding out that they both liked the fries in Dawson’s Diner, turns out they lived close to eachother only a 15 minute drive away, this was one of the first times Billy had really spoken about California and in a comfortable light.

It started to get dark. “We should head back now” Y/N, got to her feet. “My mom thinks I’ve been at the mall all day” Billy chuckled.

“Can I show you one last place?” She thought about it for a second but nodded.

They hopped into his car and Billy drove to the lake. He had wanted to fulfil his impure ideas, he felt as though he’d charmed you enough, but thinking back on it, you seemed to be very fragile, like a rose, he didn’t want to be that much of an asshole and do what he usually did, so he knew that they’d be going to the lake to look at the sunset and that’s it.

“This is the lake, not many people come here... I’ve been here a few times, you wanna sit on the hood?” He took her hand and helped her onto his car. The sun started set through the trees,

“This place is beautiful Billy, I bet you take your girls here all the time” He brushed off the comment.

“Maybe” He sat back a bit and watched the lake water reflect the sun. A cool breeze flowing through his golden locks.

Y/N’s eyes were wide with amazement at the scenery. The sun disappeared behind the lake and the sky got a lot darker. Y/N and Billy went back into the car, and drove back home.

“I had so much fun today, thank you” She was like a kid on Christmas, so much genuine happiness in a person.

“No problem doll” He dropped her off at her house, “see you at school tomorrow, want me to take you in?” She looked over at him.

“Are you sure, you’ve done so much for me, surely..” he hushed her.

“Don’t worry about it” I’ll see you at 7:30am tomorrow” He winked. He walked her to the front door, she unlocked it.

“Thank you Billy” she gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and entered her house. Billy felt his cheeks heat up. That wasn’t his usual reaction to a kiss? He never really gave a shit about a kiss? He gulped, still a bit shook. But quickly realised he should probably get away from her door now, he ran a hand through his hair and got into his car, parking it up into his house.

He opened his front door, Max was with one of her friends on the floor of the living room looking through a magazine. “Who was that?” Max asked.

“None of your business shitbrain, clean that crap up before dad gets home” he quipped, walking into his room, hearing her huff.

Billy looked at his window. You were dancing gracefully around your room, a huge smile on your face, he smirked and closed his curtains.

He needed to think of something. He was getting very sexually frustrated, he needed to get laid but he couldn’t get her out of his mind, he couldn't do that to Y/N though unlike the other girls he’d slept with she seemed like she would be hurt if she knew his only priority, she seemed sweet and kind... He huffed and got changed.

Looks like it was just himself for now. She will probably end up dating one of the preppy boys at Hawkins and then leave him anyway, that way he could go back to one of the various women willing to sleep with him, no strings attached. Something about that thought made him feel jealous, he cursed himself. He's only known you for like a day or two, yet you’ve had such an impact on him, he hated it but some what loved it? ‘Feelings are complicated’ he sighed. 

[acrobaticcatfeline]

Where Do the Broken Hide? (Song Fic)

Word Count: 1332

TW: cursing, a lot of it, suicidal thoughts and actions, abuse implied, alcohol mentioned, neglect, open ending that either hints at good or bad, let me know if I missed anything!!!

Notes: Uh I wanted to write and I listened to generation why by Conan Gray and was inspired? I’m fine I promise. Also I just noticed that I gave Logan the same last name as the artist. Huh.

Pairings: platonic Logan and... spoilers.

Summary: ‘Logan Gray was laying in bed, staring at his ceiling, and thinking about… life.’ Logan was tired of a life where nothing changed or mattered. so he grabbed his bags and his best friend and left to something new. Would they ever come back? Maybe. Who knows?

I was off keying cars parked on radium lawns By suburbian moms I called a friend, "Let's meet at ten" Go wherever we want 'cause no one cares that we're gone

Logan Gray was laying in bed, staring at his ceiling, and thinking about… life. And how meaningless it is, he truly believed no one would notice if his generation just dropped dead or disappeared. Heck, last weekend he had smashed in headlights of cars in the staff parking lot of his school with his best friend, and no one did anything. They didn’t get caught, there was no mention in class, just disgusted looks thrown in the direction of any kid who made a sound. If they had gotten in trouble, at least something would be different, but the dragging boredom he and his friend felt never ebbed away. They spent weekends in their rooms in silence and they went to school, the monotony of it had made Logan consider… disappearing. Just him and Virgil and no one else knowing, and he threw that idea out because what he craved was importance and if he left, his parents wouldn’t bat an eye.

He turned in his bed and scooped up his cell phone, shooting a text to his best friend to get ready to leave, as he pulled on a grey hoodie and a blue scarf and grabbed his two duffel bags he always had packed and his keys phone laptop and chargers, before leaping out his bedroom window, getting in his car and driving away.

This town don't got much to do You and I haven't got much to lose So do you wanna rot in your room like we always do? Talk about how fast we grew And all the big dreams that we won't pursue Then get in your car and laugh 'til we both turn blue

He pulled up to his friends’ house and smiled softly as his friend dumped a suitcase and a backpack in the backseat. He turned to the smaller teen and saw him settle awkwardly in the seat that felt too big and swallowed him whole. The other turned to him with a small smirk, and Logan didn’t miss the new black eye the boy had, however new it must have been.

“are we finally gonna do it Lo?”

Logan changed the gear and sped out of the neighborhood as quick as he could. He nodded solidly.

“there's nothing to do here anyways. We don’t have anything left here, and I'm done laying on my bed rotting and thinking about our inevitable deaths. God remember when we actually thought we would be astronauts? People who would change the world, god that’s such utter bullshit now, why did we ever believe the stupid shit they told us?”

“didn’t believe it long. Grew up too fast, but I guess that happens when your father is a dumbass drunk who wants to hurt people.”

The two glanced at each other and laughed their heads off, taking humor out of the shitty situations they lived in. coping mechanisms they guessed. They couldn’t do anything about it, they had no way to change things other than to leave. So they were. They drove onto the freeway, taking turns they had no idea how to get back from.

Parents think we're fast asleep But as soon as we're home we're sneaking out the window 'Cause at this rate of earth decay Our world's ending at noon Could we all just move to the moon?

Logan heard his phone go off, and saw his friend lift the phone to his face and laugh. He sent a confused look to him and the other turned the phone so he could read the text he had received. ‘go to sleep, you are going to class at 5:30 tomorrow don’t forget Logan, or you wont like what happens next’. Logan smirked. His father wasn’t big enough to do anything to him other than ignore him. There were countless empty threats and neglect but that was it.

“god, astronauts, right? That’s what we need, astronauts, to go find a new planet that we can fuck over. We have been told that we have our entire lives and all that shit, but they took that from us to huh? Now we’re left with the slowly rotting husk of molten rock. Its dumb, but every once in a while, I still wish we could live on the moon, get to watch the hell storm from the pews as it all dies.”

“we’re depressing”

“falsehood, we’re nihilists with depression.”

'Cause we are the helpless, selfish, one of a kind Millennium kids, that all wanna die Walking in the street with no light inside our eyes We are the worthless, cursed with too much time We get into trouble and lose our minds Something that I've heard a million times in my life Generation Why

They drove in silence for a few more miles, before Logan pulled over at what seemed to be an abandoned camp ground. He put the car in park and sat motionless for a moment before releasing a sigh.

“this would be one hell of a place to die huh? This lot looks like it hasn’t seen a car in months, I bet they wouldn’t find a dead body in here until august.”

The other person looked at Logan, wrapping the midnight black jacket that ate his frame turning his pale skin into a sea of the void around him tighter. He was scared. He was always scared, but that wasn’t the point. He felt… helpless. He was at the end of the road and the only thing he could do is jump in the deep end or high tail it the other way. He looked at his best friend, his best friend who had reached that dead-end years ago and wondered how he could have looked at the seeping nothing at his feet and stay put, not moving one way or another. He couldn’t understand how Logan wouldn’t have stepped back, or forward, or moved at all, he just stood and stared at what could only be his fate and refused to budge. He himself was already teetering gently off the edge and he was new. He had been bulldozed to the edge in a split second and he held tight to the solid feeling under his feet. He had lost the light and wonder in his eyes instantaneously and it was replaced with a heavy blanket of worthlessness.

They were called selfish, they were told they were one of a kind, they were told they had time, and they slowly lost their minds to all the screams that were thrown from every direction. So what? They would die anyways, what was the point in trying to impress people who were never satisfied? They wore themselves out trying to prove something, anything, and it led them here, alone in a car outside of a forest that they might die in, who knows? He didn’t know himself if he could continue clinging onto that edge much longer. If they died here, at least he and Logan would be together right? If there was an afterlife, they would be together and at this point, he was fine with that outcome.

We're livin' night to night Since we're bound to die, oh Oh, what's the use in trying?

“are we going to do it or are we just going to sit here and stare at it all night?”

“we’re going. Just, give me a minute Virgil. I want to think a little longer.”

He was tired of wasting his effort on the moot case of life. He was too tired to care, and he knew Logan felt the same, otherwise they wouldn’t be here together, contemplating getting out of the car and stumbling into the woods. They were too tired. Logan was just about to open his door when they saw headlights fill the rear-view mirror.

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