#if I had every photo and video of me edited to the point you couldn’t see the definition of my nose…

[linoguy]

if i was a kpop idol and I was tan before I became an idol and ended up having to become pale af while I was an idol, I’d be saying fuck my stupid baka life every single day

[darnell-la]

𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗕𝗘𝗔𝗦𝗧 𝗕𝗥𝗢𝗞𝗘 𝗢𝗨𝗧 (sᴍᴜᴛ ᴏɴʟʏ)

pairing: dark!project x!wolverine x government employee!reader

warnings: held to work, reader on her period, project x gone wild, killing, hunting/sniffing down, rough sex, oral (fem receiving), creampie, kidnapped, new life, etc.

note: we wish…

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𝟯𝗥𝗗 𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡 𝗣𝗢𝗩

Y/n ran faster after hearing the guard and then yelled right after. She knew Project X had killed them. She was scared she was next.

As Logan was fighting, he was fixated on sniffing y/n out. He knew which way she ran, but had to track her down from the way she smelt.

Every second that passed, she smelt better. He’s never smelt that smell in his life, yet, he needed it like he’s had it every day of his life.

Y/n finally made it to her room, closing and locking her door. She hoped he didn’t know where she slept. He shouldn’t. He’s never been outside of that room.

As time went by, it got quiet. The guards yelling at least. The alarms were still going off, but at least the yelling was gone, right? That means they got him. Right?

Y/n said on her bed, looking at the door to be prepared, but nothing happened. No one was near, she thought.

The young lady sighed as she turned her head. As soon as her eyes left the door, it was kicked open. Y/n screamed as she jumped further onto her bed, head turning towards the door.

“Augh,” he growled low with a smirk as he fixed his posture and walked into y/n’s room slowly. How did he know where she was? The man closed the girl's door, locking it, which she thought was going to be impossible by the way he kicked it open.

She thought kicking it open was impossible, but forgot, the door was light metal. Metal he would definitely be able to get through.

“P-Please don’t hurt me. Please! I-I’ll do anything! I’ll break you out. I swear!” Y/n said as her back hit the wall as she stayed on her bed. He ignored her offer, still grinning at her as he stepped closer.

“Please — What do you want from me!?” She yelled at him, pissed off that he won’t speak. Why is he coming after her? How did he find her?

Without answering her, Logan lunged at her. She screamed in the most horrific scream she’s ever screamed. She thought her life was over until he heard the man laugh.

Y/n’z eyes opened looking at what he was laughing at. He was laughing at her. Was he going to laugh while he shredded her body?

“What are you laughing at? Just get it over it!” She yelled in his face. He liked how feisty she got. Actually, he loved how feisty she was. Even though he hated how he got, it looked hot on her. Watching her yell, turned him on even more.

Logan ignored her again as he slowly moved down her body. She watched him, looking directly into his eyes, not knowing what he was going to do.

That was until he sniffed and groaned with his eyes shut tightly. “That’s where it’s comin’ from,” his raspy voice spoke before he ripped at y/n’s work jeans. They were thick, but no match for him.

Y/n screamed, shook at his actions and even his sentence became he’s never spoken around her. She was convinced he couldn’t speak.

Y/n thought she couldn’t be more surprised until the muscular and sweaty man ripped her panties off. She went to yell at him, but her voice got trapped in her mouth after he buried his face in between her thighs.

Y/n’s back arched, not able to speak for the first few seconds until she finally let out a loud moan, eyes rolling back to the point it slightly hurt.

“F-Fuck!” She screamed, head finally popping up to look down and in between her legs. “Fuck — No! No, please!” She kept screaming, but her voice sounded more cracked.

The man growled on her heat, slurping and slobbering all over cunt.

He didn’t know what came to him. He didn’t know why he loved the smell and taste of her. Years ago, he’d get icky when women said they were on their period, but something about being locked up for years and his mutant abilities being boosted made it impossible for him not to have a taste.

“N-No,” y/n’s back arched again, trying to close her legs, but the man used his huge hands to keep her legs separated. He knew she was close. He needed that smell over on his and in his mouth.

The man mumbled on her cunt, praising her but she couldn’t hear him. Her head went blank as she came undone all over his face.

If this was a normal human, he for sure would’ve drowned, but not Logan. He wished he could drown in her sweet juice.

“Fuuck, bub,” the man groaned as he leaned up, now moving over her until he was face to face with her. Her head was laid back on her sheets. He knew he drained her, but he needed more.

“Don’t pass out on me, princess. It’s been a while since I’ve gotten my cock wet, and you’re gonna be the first to drench it,” he said as he leaned back and off of her bed.

He was covered in blood. All of the guards and y/n’s. He thought it would be mindful to wet a towel in her room and wash his face off. He wanted her to faint from the good fuck he was about to give her. Nothing else.

“You know, baby? I always wanted to break outta here — But after I saw you? Fuck — I saw no need,” Logan said as he crawled back over y/n, sniffing up her body. “Not at all,”

“P-Please,” y/n’s low voice spoke. She was tired and needed to rest. It’s been a long week, and the way he just ate her out, made it longer. She’s on the line of passing out. “D-Don’t hurt me,”

“Ian gonna hurt you, bub. Gonna fill you up then get us outta here,” Logan said as he pulled his jeans down, freeing his cock. She had no idea what was going on or what he was saying. She was out of it.

“You’ve been comin’ in my little room for a month. You talk a lot, but I never mind. I find it shitty how these people could keep a pretty thing like you trapped in here with an animal like me,”

“Maybe it’s my luck — Just know, Ian, leavin’ heat without you. You belong to me now,” the man said. What was he talking about? Y/n was so confused that she felt pressure in between her legs.

The man let pour a shaky groan, feeling the young woman squeeze him tighter than he thought she could. It’s been a year, but he worse if it hadn’t, she’d still feel this amazing to him.

“Fuckin’ hell, y/n,” Logan spoke, triggering her slow-thinking mind. How did he know her name? “Have you been restricted from sex for decades too? You’re so fucking tight, fuck,” Logan was surprised.

“T-Too much — Too much!” Y/n gained some energy back to cry out and slap at his upper body. “Ah huh? Really? Can’t take a cock, baby? Can’t take my cock, baby?” Logan sounded more aggressive by the second.

“Been locked up for so long, I don’t give a fuck if I break you. I’ll put you back together, don’t worry. But you wouldn’t stay fixed for long,” he chuckled as y/n struggled to hold her moans.

“Cryin’ on my cock — Might be my new favorite thing, bub,” he said as he looked at her face. She looked so pretty. He wondered how she’d look with his huge cock in his mouth.

Ever since she stepped into his experimental room with one of her dress uniforms, he’s been feeling something for her. She was pretty, and after hearing her speak to him for weeks without him saying anything back, he fell in love with how smart she was.

Now that’s a woman he’s wanted for years…

“F-Fuck,” y/n gripped his shoulders, digging her nails into his skin. He loved the slight pain she gave him. “Names Logan, baby. Moan my name,” Logan said in a desperate voice.

She was confused. His quick switches confused her. “Moan my fuckin’ name before I stuck your ass neck,” he threatened. The man looked down, looking at the way his cock was coated in her blood and cum. She was a squirted and creamer.

“L-Logan,” she cried out, scared he was going to fuck her ass like he threatened. As much of a monster he seemed like now, he didn’t want to hurt her. He knew anal was something he’d have to get her comfortable with one day.

“Logan,” she moaned again, even if he didn’t ask for it. She was so close. Again. “That’s it, bub — Got me so fuckin’ close,” he snapped his hips, building the perfect rhythm to fuck her in.

Watching her mouth part and eyes cross as they rolled back was the last straw. The man’s hips stuttered, wanting y/n he was going to cum in her.

She wanted to freak out, but she couldn’t. She just laid there, moaning his name as she released on him again.

“Oh, fuck!” The man shouted as he spilled in her. Cumming at the same time wasn’t something he was expecting, but that was it for him. He was officially tied to her.

Logan wanted to speak to y/n. Ask her if she felt good, but he noticed she had passed out. “Once you wake up, you’ll be home,” he said, knowing exactly where he was heading.

Logan had slipped one of y/n’s nightgowns on her before picking her up and carrying her through the halls, avoiding the guards who were looking for him. They had cameras everywhere, yet the guards on duty tonight were fucking idiots.

Once they made it out, he ran through the street, trying to find a bus that would leave the city. After running around for too long, he decided to break into a drunk, placing y/n in the back and then driving off before anyone stopped him.

“We’re here, bub,” Logan spoke, hours away from Washington. His parents owned a cabin in the woods next to a highway in Oklahoma.

He knew it would be hard, but he was keeping y/n. He couldn’t let anyone else get what he smelled off of her. He was wild for her.

ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ

[sweetbcgs]

— Paige Bueckers gf headcanons

ummm

clingy gf?? like i can just see her all up on you some days especially after a long practice or losing a game

she has the worst photos of you… youre sleeping on her bed, hair all messy, mouth wide open?? shes got it and posted it on instagram stories

i can see her flexing on everyone about you. maybe yall went on a date or something and she wont stop yapping to her teammates about you

being late to practice because she doesnt wanna get out of bed with you :(

rests all her weight on top of you when cuddling, just needs to be close to your after a long exhausting day

“babe, i can’t breath”

“oh well”

stares at you with so much love in her eyes. could barely hide yalls relationship online, ESPECIALLY DURING A LIVE… she stares at you when you talk and its so obvious that she was deep in it for you

doing her hair PLEASE. i know she has that one hairstyle she wears all the time BUT, what about making her try out different ones just to play with her hair?

probably steals your clothes too. couldn’t find a hoodie for a month and then you joined kk’s live one day and paige was wearing it

username: paige is that my hoodie

“i don’t have your hoodie, what?”

dragging you out of bed so she can go buy trufru bc she ran out…

if you dont play basketball she is so forcing you to learn. bringing you to the court just so she can show you how to dribble and shoot a three pointer. she claims youre the best basketball player

if you wear make up i feel like she would help you get ready. like that one live with kate wanting to do jadas makeup ugh. would so help you and make sure to tell people she had done it

waking up in the middle of the night to her all up on you. cannot sleep in the same position at all. literal star fish position half the time. she’ll have her legs all up on you, an arm slung over your chest and all

if you ever wake up and have to pee, youre screwed!! paige is not moving off of you, she wants you in bed until it’s time for her to get up

her always wanting to help make dinner with you, especially if you love cooking/baking. she probably has a folder of recipes to use

back to the second bullet point, she has so many photos of you. has a folder named “my girl” or something cute and its photos and videos of you

makes you do tiktoks with her and kk… she’ll even kick kk out some of them so its just her and you

the fans go CRAZY over you. the amount of edits both of you get tagged in oh lord

she definitely has a folder full of edit of you because she thinks youre so pretty in them

would love getting into your interests as well. for example, you like reading?? she wants to buy every single book she sees just for you. she’ll sit there and let you go on and on about the book

i can imagine her wanting to do your nails too. but if you get them professionally done then she’ll send so many ideas for you to pick from

this is all i can think of at the moment!! thank you so much for reading, please reblog for me<3

[lola-legendary]

Apology Post (with extra info)

TW! Suicidal thoughts/Intrusive thoughts, poor grammar

(Note: Every hate message I receive referring to the post below will be posted here as well. Pin of shame, bastards!)

I edited this lightly to add some extra information and move the TLDR up here, and added a cut.

Now, with the explanation, things have calmed down a bit. However, due to poor conduct, asks are going to be turned off until Sunday (25/2) and anon asks will be on back at 1/3.

If it continues when I resume anon asks, everything will be off again.

TLDR: I felt guilty and my mental health deteriorated because of the war, so I blocked the Palestine tag and received heavy backlash.

So the post I am referring to is this one. (Note: Said post has now been deleted by yours truly.)

Here, I will detail why I made this post, the events leading up to it and the backlash.

Some background information: I am a 14–year-old girl with unmediated anxiety and depression.

I have always been concerned about human rights. Even when I was a child, I would ask my mom, “Why do we have wars? Why can’t everyone get along?”

I tried to write a letter to my principal asking for more extensive sex ed, but scrapped it once I remembered that I was in a catholic school.

And when the Ukrainian war came along - biggest incident since I got access to tumblr - I was a staunch supporter of Ukraine. When I wasn’t in uniform, I made a point to dress in blue and yellow. No one noticed, of course.

In the early days of the Palestinian Genocide, I was eager to reblog any and all information that crossed my dash, even though I knew I couldn’t do anything to help. If you scroll down deep enough, you can find my posts.

However, as time passed and the war went on, whenever I saw those posts, I started getting thoughts to off myself. Those included, though not limited to:

“Oh, wow, look at you scrolling tumblr while millions are dying. Good job you, why don’t you go and join Hitler in hell, you’re contributing to this mess.”

And it got so bad that I would have mini panic attacks whenever I saw some posts like that.

I blocked the tag last year.

At that time, I sent an anonymous ask to @justagingerwithredhair, one of two people I trusted decently with my mental issues.

I can’t find it anymore, but it went something like this:

“Ginger, I’m sorry but I had to block the Palestine tag, it’s detrimental to my mental health and I can’t deal with it anymore”

and it was received positively.

Yesterday (in my timezone), I posted the post seen in the photo. I had not enough brainpower to realise that it could be taken both ways.

I was blocked by at least one person and received the following anonymous ask.

You can see my response in my blog, but I will repeat it again.

I am not a terrorist, a genocidal maniac, an Islamophobic bitch or a Zionist.

I have spoken out against Israel. I watch videos of Islamophobic people with disgust. I was outraged when the Holocaust was not required teaching in my school. I believe the Israeli Government is in the wrong.

If you keep this up I will be the one hanging from buildings.

You have made me write a post about my life that’s longer than 90% of my fanfictions. Congratulations.

@tobefree-in-palestine

[tiny-sassy-aggressive]

DAN AND PHIL REACT TO PHAN TWITTER REACTIONS w/ timestamps

.03 sir please don’t crack your hands in my ears.

.11 way to early in the video for a phude Jumpscare

.16 DIP AND PIP ?!!!??

.26 tbh shoutout to Phil for acknowledging that even tho we have fan accounts, not everything we say, create, post is something we would want them to see. Love the self awareness. Appreciate the space he provides

.35 rip Dan memes and tumblr tags

.56 I actually needed to be told I am gorgeous and intelligent, I knows it’s fake but it’s nice to hear even if fake

1.37 WHY IS HE **** ********* THE MIC N O NO NO NO NO WHAT??????

2.08 chill Phil we weren’t gonna fight about it. You’re Edward… OKAY

2.25 how many times are they going to watch pinof 1 ! Babes you can do that anytime you want not just on camera

2.37 Phil is in FULL CRISIS realizing how messy he is as if they haven’t already talked about this before

3.09 TUMBLR NEVER LEFT. YOU LEFT.

3.29 the synced lean in as they discovered the dan has something in his teeth bit was a video

3.40 SO SO SO GLAD THE SOCK VIDEO MADE IT. AND HES ACKNOWLEDGING

3.46 SHOES SOCK VIDEO JUMPS ARE😭😭😭

4.24 “keep reading” oh goodness that. Sir. Okay.

4.44 hi just realized is Dan wearing a muscle tank under the see through shirt????? Side note. Want the see through shirt

5.03 FANTASTIC FOURSOME JUMPDVARE

6.14 NO DAN NOT KATE THEY ARE LISTENINF. DONT BECOME INVOLVED IN ANOTHER ROYAL CONSPIRACY

7.41 absolutely fire meme. I laughed so loud I actually had to pause the video. Worst part? I had already reposted on twt yet still reacted to it

8.05 he is staring into my soul. Hell how is he staring THROUGH my soul

9.17 no words. “It’s not a bad look” alakakakak???

9.22 So suddenly it’s not “we” anymore, huh?

9.53 rip Phil’s slit😫

10.08 I just through Dan making a joke then immediately hitting Phil to let him know he was joking was really funny. Stuff I do with my friends I am tactile

11.46 I ALWAYS thought that image was edited to have all of them. I didn’t realize it was a real photos

12.38 OH MY FOS????? JUMPSVARE WHAT THE HELL

12:45 those pounds weee so aggressive. It sounded like they really hurt. I’m hurt listening

12:46 Phil is watching that monitor like a HAWK he is NOT losing monetization bc Dan wants to wap

13.00 Phil saw and saved this and nobody knew. He lurks. Nobody is safe.

13:36 about nine “what can I say”s in. Dan has a genuine look of terror and confusion. He looks like he’s playing up his reaction a bit in the beginning, laughing and stuff and acting annoyed but this point is genuine horror and realization. This is so gold. Will be giffing later. Also precious Phil

14.50 okay the editing kinda memes his monologue a bit but i was high key inspired. He’s so wrote. Everything is a story that must be concluded. I love that thought process. Clearly bc I am also a grade a yapper but still

15:50 oh the immediate IMMEDIATE regret in Phil’s face

16:35 we love a self aware king. The poster was a tad rough

16:56 THUS CIDEO AND COMMENTARY JS SO SO SO GOOD

17:38 YES THANK YOU THE WADVERT WAS RVEFHONE. We couldn’t eat sleep or think without seeing it

18:11 please wash your blanket? Guys? Like? You can clean, wash, or dry clean anything. Please?

19:00 tbh saw under the robbing blanks and it wasn’t even that bad? Compared to every horrific demon phannie thing that has been seen? Not bad! Could have been worse

19:45 2021 period???? Hello??? You were gone since 2018? At least from dapg??

20:44 yet???? Capitolestor strikes again

20:50 did they not have a keep calm and something on poster in their apt at one point??? Some people?? You mean you???

21:16 I SAW THIS WHEN IT DROPPED. love dami sm. This video was so good

22:24 JUMPSCARE

22:55 “1992” “Daniel” calm down

23:25 “you also let me” guys??? How is this forced situation? Who decided??

24:20 he needs to back away from the mic I can feel him breathing in my ears my goood ess??

24:34 I’m screaming bc they used a clip from the section before we all thought they got high. This section they posted was just a cute section

24:54 literally speechless. Also jumpscare?

26:30 the entire dan induced conclusion is beautiful I love them and their banter

26:54 nvm can you lean into the mic closer and tell us you’re proud again??? Needed that???

[grandgtaman1a]

Franklin with an autistic gender-neutral (preferably trans masc) reader who is obsessed with Project Sekai

Pairing: Franklin Clinton x Transmasc Reader

I hope I have captured the right things @lorettanevy

Franklin had always been a laid-back guy, someone who enjoyed life’s simpler pleasures—a good drive, a good laugh, and the company of people who mattered. But when it came to you and your seemingly endless passion for Project Sekai and Vocaloid music, he found himself completely fascinated. It wasn’t because he understood it right away—far from it, actually. At first, it was confusing. Animated characters singing futuristic-sounding songs? It wasn't exactly something that popped up in Franklin's world of fast cars and the occasional chaos of Los Santos.

But then, there was you. The way your face lit up whenever you talked about the game or a new Vocaloid track you'd discovered had him hooked. You'd explain the intricacies of the game, describing the different character groups, their backstories, and the emotions behind the songs. Franklin would sit back, arms crossed, nodding here and there, but inside, he was marveling at how alive you seemed. He loved watching you get so excited, even if he only caught about half of what you were saying.

One evening, you were going on about your favorite Vocaloid, showing Franklin a music video and pointing out the intricate animation. “See how their movements sync perfectly with the beat? It’s all programmed, but it feels so alive! ” you said, your voice brimming with excitement. Franklin leaned in, watching intently. “So, they ain’t real, but people love them like they’re real?

That’s wild,” he remarked, shaking his head slightly but with a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. Over time, his curiosity grew. He began asking questions—not just to humor you but because he genuinely wanted to understand. “So, this Hatsune Miku… She’s like the queen of this, right? ” he’d ask, and your face would break into a wide smile as you launched into an explanation.

Franklin stored away little facts you shared, like the meaning behind certain songs or why a particular character resonated with you. He loved the way your voice softened when you got to the more emotional parts, or how it sped up when you were really excited. One day, while scrolling on his phone, Franklin stumbled across an ad for limited-edition Vocaloid merchandise. It wasn’t something he’d usually pay attention to, but he found himself clicking the link. After a quick search, he ordered a small figurine of your favorite Vocaloid and a hoodie with a subtle design from the game. When the package arrived, he handed it to you casually, pretending it was no big deal.

“Thought you might like this,” he said, watching your reaction. Your gasp of delight and the way you immediately hugged him made it all worth it. Franklin’s efforts didn’t stop there. He started watching over your shoulder when you played Project Sekai, observing how your fingers tapped the screen in perfect rhythm with the music. “Damn, how do you keep up with all that? ” he’d ask, shaking his head in awe. One night, he surprised you by asking to play.

“Let me see if I got the skills for this,” he said, grinning confidently. Of course, it ended in laughter as he fumbled through the notes, missing most of them. “Alright, alright, I ain’t built for this,” he admitted, laughing along with you. Despite his struggles with the game, Franklin was determined to show his support. When a Vocaloid concert was announced in a nearby city, he didn’t hesitate to buy tickets. The idea of holographic singers performing live was still bizarre to him, but he knew how much it would mean to you.

On the night of the concert, he stood beside you in a sea of fans, feeling slightly out of place but loving how happy you were.

You sang along to every song, your face glowing with pure joy. Franklin couldn’t help but take a few photos, not of the stage but of you.

On quieter days, when you felt overwhelmed or overstimulated, Franklin made it his mission to create a peaceful environment for you. He’d dim the lights, put on your favorite Vocaloid playlist, and sit with you quietly, letting the music fill the space. He didn’t need to say much; his presence was enough to remind you that he cared. Franklin might not have started as a fan of Vocaloids or Project Sekai, but he’d found a new appreciation for it through you. More importantly, he loved how it brought you happiness and gave him a deeper understanding of who you were. Your passion had become something he cherished, not because he fully understood it, but because it was a part of you—and to Franklin, that was all that mattered.

[voidreplacement]

him updates <3

it’s a lot btw

future me here: added tags cuz i want people’s opinions on this even tho i don’t usually add tags

i still like him sigh

also

he sent shirtless picture through insta (cuz that’s where we talk right) ON BOMB MODE

i however

being absolutely stupid

TOOK A FUCKING SCREENSHOT

AND IT TOLD HIM

AND HE COMMENTED ON THAT

LIKE STFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

i covered it up saying it was an accident and i’d don’t mean to and THANKFULLY he changed the subject but godDAMN

if i had a nickel for every time a guy i liked showed me a shirtless picture i’d have two nickels which isn’t a lot but it’s weird it happened twice

like be so fr with me

is that a good sign that he likes me-? idk bro all my guy friends are hella unreliable when it comes to this stuff

sigh

HES SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

like don’t play

no and i didn’t even ask for it if that makes sense?

like before he sent it we were talking abt hw right

and then he says “Yoo chest vein goes fire” and i responded with “oh shoot you ate thatttt”

then we go back to talking abt teachers and hw and what not yk and he says again “Wait i look like a grown man with my shirt off” and i respond with “oh what / like in his 30s grown man” and he sends “No like a 20s grown man / I made it look like batman” i say back “you made yourself look like batman??? / impossible”

and this guy

sends

“Goat angles”

and the doomed bomb photo

followed with

“Chest vein goes crazy too”

mind you

i’m sitting here, on the floor, SUPPSOED to be locking in on hw, in front of my mirror

my hand is SHAKING and i see the aforementioned chest vein

i also see

that the photo is a bomb

i PANIC and take a ss cuz HELLO?

(yes i’m aware that’s weird asf but give me some slack i’m just a girl who’s crush SENT THEM A SHIRTLESS PHOTO. would you do the same? most likely i presume)

so yes i’m sitting there with the ss secured not having sent anything yet and just trying to calm myself in general cuz obviously my hearts beating hella fast. i’m thinking at this point

“omg what just happened” “i am no better than a man oh my god” “if i was a guy i would be SO HARD RIGHT NOW” “did he actually just send me that” “i’m dreaming this isn’t real this is a dream” etc etc

and he responds

“Did bro just snap a picture”

“Judas goes crazy too”

bcoz OFC it told him i took a photo and he just HAD to comment on that fact that he put judas by lady gaga on the photo as one does on insta

i PANIC and start texting my bsf

i’m sending her videos, screenshots, screen recordings, and overall spamming the poor girl

i know im being INCREDIBLY dramatic but i couldn’t calm down since i was going to SEE HIM the EXACT NEXT DAY and i was VERY embarrassed

i responded back to him after a good 10 mins saying “i in fact did BUT it was cuz i panicked since the i saw it as abt to explode and i didn’t see the vein right away / judas indeed goes crazy / live laugh live lady gaga”

he goes “The bomb is crazy” and i double down saying “yea bro the bomb / i forgot insta had that so i panicked” and he says “Silly little warhead”

THE FUCK?????? WHAT DOES THAT MEAN???????

i say exactly that (basically) “what does that even mean 💀😭”

and he just says “Your welcome / Now / Are you a different animal / And the same beast”

“wdym”

“Your welcome”

“bros pulling a the rock” (moana reference T-T)

“Yup”

“the question now is / w h y”

“I have the most elegant pen eber / *photo of said pen on his hw* / Its supposedly a rlly expensive pej”

and that was the end of the whole fiasco

and that was on november 20th, 2024 (writing this on nov 27, 2024 so a week later”

so that’s the biggest plot with him idk

a few weeks ago as well he sent me raw footage of him getting a new pr on bench along with an edited video of him getting a new pr on deadlift

when i say edited vs raw, i mean the bench video has no filter, his face was uncovered, etc but the deadlift video DID have a filter and song lyrics covered his face

when i commented on that the deadlift video had no cover he said that it was normally to hide the struggle face but it wasn’t as bad in the video plus the lyrics covered enough so it wasn’t needed

which fair enough cuz i would do the same right

however he’s posted himself before NOT at the gym and he covered his face so then so?????

he’s just comfy with me now????

also the bench video he sent me had NO cover and the struggle face was very prominent yk

he also showed me both BEFORE he posted them on his story

(obviously i hyped him up tf)

and he would update me on how it was doing

he also consistently updated me on new prs in different areas

so idk

is that a good sign? is any of it?

[agentstarkid]

Now idk when you’re gonna update next but if I don’t get an adorable Halloween couples costume with Ruben and girly that when Daniel sees it he almost loses it cause any holidays when they were together was COVID/lockdown so even though they were together they couldn’t actually do fun couples celebrations…we might have to fight 🤷‍♀️

nonnie, I think we are definitely gon' fight, my love WDYM they couldn’t actually do fun couples celebrations?!

They went to a Halloween get together at Dax and Kristen's in 2021 (Kalopsia), while they didn't do cute couple costumes and it wasn't a big party, they did had costumes on (she was a mime and Dan was...a scarecrow..? a farmer..? idk) and I did a little edit and everything so we are beefin' now, babes 😠😤 JUST KIDDING, JUST KIDDING!! NAAAAH SQUARE UP... lol JK JK... unless... 👀👀👀

I reaaaaally wanted to have Ruben and Girlie attending a Halloween party during the last chapter bc I know Man City had one in 2022 but these were all the photos I could find:

and I wanted Girlie to go as Santanico Pandemonium from From Dusk Till Dawn (salma hayek is the queen mother btw)

LOOK!!! AT!!! THIS!!! WOMAN!!!!!

SO LET ME GIVE YOU A LITTLE HEADCANON!!!!

caution: things might get you a little 🔥🔥 bc it certainly got me like that 🥵

Girlie did go to the party with Rúben.

It was their first official outting as a couple.

He went as Michael Myers and she went as Santanico Pandemonium.

He was the one who took those first two pics of her btw and you better believe my man couldn't keep his hands to himself the whole night 🤪

He tried to play it cool, mingling with his teammates, but he kept sneaking glances at her while she was talking with the other wags and every time she passed by, he found an excuse to brush his hand against her waist, pull her closer, or simply rest his palm on her lower back.

it was a no phones 📵 party so that's why there are not many pictures of it

at one point of the night, my girl definitely went up to the dj and told him to put Retrotón (reggaeton oldies that are 🔥🔥) and got the real party started

I definitely think Toda (Remix) by Alex Rose started pumping through the speakers (although this song is not, by any means, retrotón btw) and to me, that song was made to dance suuuuper close 👀

She turned around, her back pressing against his chest, as the beat vibrated through them. With every sway of her hips, she moved sensually against him, her body in perfect rhythm with the music ((obvs, she is latina c'monnnn)). She let her hands glide up her own waist, slowly, teasingly, while her hips rocked against him. And my man Rúben reeeeeally tried to keep his cool, he really did bless him, but the heat between them was impossible to ignore.

she arched her back slightly, leaning into him, grinding against him as the song’s slow, sultry tempo made the entire room disappear. She looked over her shoulder, catching his smoldering gaze—his eyes dark, filled with desire and his ragged breath on her ear 🥵🥵

My man Rubs, clearly affected, wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer, his fingers tightening with every movement she made. "You're going to kill me, anjo," he murmured, his breath hot against her ear. She just smiled, knowing exactly the effect she was having on him. "That's the idea," she whispered back, not slowing down for a second.

Rúben, normally composed and controlled, was undone, completely captivated by her every move. His hands gripped her hips tighter, the need to close the distance between them almost overwhelming, but she just continued to tease, drawing out the moment and leaving him completely hot and bothered.

sooooo that's where my man said fuck this and dragged her to some abandoned room in that place or the bathroom ((it's up to you)) and they had their own party iykyk 😏

She might have posted some photos/videos of the night to her CF ((she posted those photos of her and ooooof)) and OF COURSE Danielito—who's still on that list—saw them all bc he defff has her notifications still on ((as much as he claims that he just keeps forgetting to turn it off, we all know that man is LYING))

His jaw dropped, his heartbeat skyrocketed, something else went UP and hard and then he saw green 🤷🏽‍♀️

fuck i need a cold shower now

ANYWAYS, the next halloween party is not coming until the chapter after this one I'm working on bc tumblr only allows me to use 30 pics per post 😩 and about this next one, I'm trying to finish it by the end of the month so I have 2 weeks to get my shit together and finish it, but I WILL FINISH IT because I've been gone for too long 😞

i hope you liked that lil' thing i pulled from my horny lil brain, nonnie!! we'll see what else comes out next lol I might need to make a blurb or something of Girlie and Rúben together hmmm 🤔 we'll see, we'll see...

thank you for reaching out, babes! hope you have a great day!!! ily chaucitoooo 🖤

[callmeblake]

Part 2 from a leathermouth interview on jerseybeat february 11th 2009

see part 1, part 3, part 4

Q: That’s a great answer, actually. So, the video for “Bodysnatchers 4Ever” is due out I guess today – can you tell us anything about it? (Writer’s note: At press time, the video had not yet been released to the public.)

F: Yeah! Well, really, it keeps in the style with doing everything ourselves. It orignally started as: I wanted to make a film that would go along with the record, so I went to my friend, Dane Castoro. He kind of blows me away with his talent in editing and directing - he makes short films on his own. So, we got together in my basement and backyard and started to come up with concepts for the movie. Because of time constraints and just lack of…coincidences, I think, we couldn’t finish the movie in time for the record to come out.

So, what I did was, I kinda cut out pieces from the twenty minute film and did a video out of it – so it’s highly edited. I think the storyline is very blurred right now, but hopefully in maybe another time we can finish the film and the story will actually be seen – but it’s really just a nightmare sequence. There were four people really involved – me, Dane, his girlfriend and another friend, and we just kinda sat around and filmed stuff. I’m really happy with the way it came out – it took a long time to edit it and do a lot of stuff and post. We really wanted to go for this feel where these tapes were found and let the viewer kinda interpret things about it. I’m really proud of it – I’ve never directed anything; I’ve never done anything with films before, and I’ve always wanted to. But this is my first attempt at it, so I hope it works out.

Q: Was it a weird shift to make for you or did you like totally embrace it?

F: Well, the technical side was the problem, and that’s where Dane came in so amazingly. I didn’t know shit about how to film or how to edit things; I used all his knowledge for that – that made it a lot easier.

Q: Mm hm – I’ve seen the sneak peak; it’s really interesting. It reminds me of an old-time silent movie; it’s a really cool effect.

F: Yeah, that’s what we were kinda going for.

Q: It’s awesome. What's the symbolism, by the way, behind you always being the one killed in the press photos?

F: (laughing) Well, I told Epitaph I didn’t want do press photos where my face was being seen so much – there were a few got out there that kinda weren’t supposed to be released. But I said that I would only show my face if I could have it smashed. So that was kind of the idea that me and Jamie came up with.

Q: (laughing) Oh, that’s awesome! So, you've listed the lyrics to "Leviathan" as EVP - so you're saying it was written by the dead?

F: Um, it’s more of a lend to channeling things that are around you and being almost a medium for that – and also having a breakdown as well. There’s a small sequence of lyrics that I do go back to, and they are kind of set, but for the most part, I like it to change every time. It’ll change depending on, based on everything – where I am at that point in time, what happened in my day; it’s just an open-ended thing, where I’m feeling things inside and channeling that.

Q: Ah, that’s interesting, so basically no one’s ever hearing the same song twice.

F: Right.

Q: That’s cool. Um, most hardcore band moment you've witnessed so far?

F: Hm, oh man…

Q: Come on, you have to have a good story!

F: It’s really, I mean, to me, the most hardcore moments are doing it – like traveling with no means…(chuckles) This is one of my favorite experiences: we had a show up on Long Island – this wasn’t with LeATHERMØUTH, this was with another band I was in – our van broke down just in the middle of the LIE and we had to push it to the side. So, it was either get it towed home – because we had like two miles left on one person’s AAA card – or get it towed to the show and then just figure it out. So we towed it to the show, played the show – and not all of us could fit in the tow truck, so some of us had to hide in the back of the van with the equipment. So we kind of hung out inside until the thing came, and I think we got home at like 10:00 in the morning, because he cops had to…I don’t know, we had to like finagle something to get home. To me, that was the biggest hardcore moment.

Q: (laughing) That’s definitely hardcore – that’s like trying to sneak out of another country illegally!

F: Yeah, you do or die!

Q: I guess anybody that went to that show had to go “Look what these people did just to get here, I mean, come on!”

F: (laughing) Yeah, that was a kind of funny moment, when the broken-down van pulls up behind this like sirened tow truck and then it gets lowered – we’ve gotta get out of the tow truck – and as soon the tow truck leaves, you kind of sneak the guys out of the back that weren’t supposed to be in the back with the equipment, so…

Q: (laughing) I’m not here, I’m just walking behind this amp!

F: Exactly!

Q: You've done lot of shows now already, with this band – what’s your favorite moment so far?

F: I like it when people obviously don’t get it, and are visibly annoyed (we both laugh) – those are some of my favorite moments. But, we’ve been fortunate enough that a lot of people are really enjoying it, and have been coming out; whether it’s from myspace or just hearing the record.

Q: They’re singing along, so you’ve got good fans.

F: That’s a real inspiring moment, when people are singing your words back to you. I’ve been lucky enough to experience that a couple of times, and it’s really some of the best feelings I’ve ever had.

Q: That’s gotta be incredible! Um, I actually have a few more: what I wanted to ask you is: you’re touring with a different lineup than you recorded with; was that a smooth adjustment to make?

F: Um yes, but it also wasn’t really that bad – I mean with the original lineup, we’d only really played like two or three shows, and that was spread out over at least six months. And the only reason for that was that our schedules just weren’t really working together. When I would come home from tour, someone’d be like “Oh, there’s a show, do you wanna play?” I mean, there was no real demand I guess for a tour or anything at that time, because we didn’t really have any songs yet, so both shows we played were really only like six or seven song sets. So it was just getting our feet into the water, and then when the touring lineup came together, that’s when we really started to play and get together like all the songs we had.

Q: That’s gotta be incredible! Um, I actually have a few more: what I wanted to ask you is: you’re touring with a different lineup than you recorded with; was that a smooth adjustment to make?

F: Um yes, but it also wasn’t really that bad – I mean with the original lineup, we’d only really played like two or three shows, and that was spread out over at least six months. And the only reason for that was that our schedules just weren’t really working together. When I would come home from tour, someone’d be like “Oh, there’s a show, do you wanna play?” I mean, there was no real demand I guess for a tour or anything at that time, because we didn’t really have any songs yet, so both shows we played were really only like six or seven song sets. So it was just getting our feet into the water, and then when the touring lineup came together, that’s when we really started to play and get together like all the songs we had.

Q: Yeah, that first show was sort of sprung on you last minute, wasn’t it, if I remember correctly? It was a last minute decision, like “Hey, can you be here in two days?”

F: Mm hm, exactly. We did like a CMJ show. We hadn’t planned on playing a show or anything, I was just like “Oh hey, I’m in town this week.” There was an opening spot on the showcase, and I got the call. I was like “Alright, let’s see if everybody can do it” and we did it.

Q: Yeah, you pulled it out – you have to roll with it sometimes.

Q: Yeah, you pulled it out – you have to roll with it sometimes.

F: Yeah, that’s the fun of the band, and also the fun behind the record – even recording some of these songs – have the sense of urgency that you get; you have that first take and you just put it out there. I think that with the recorded aspect of this band, it needed to be that way. If it was overproduced or even thought about beyond a couple of takes, it wouldn’t be the same.

Q: Yeah, you’re right – I actually was reading a little from the people that had been following this band since the beginning, and they were hoping that it wasn’t going to deviate too far from the demos; they liked that they were dirty.

F: Right, and I think that really encompasses the band –to hear it in any other way, I don’t think it would be as special.

Q: Yeah, it has to be sort of seat-of-your-pants.

part 3 (link coming)

[ladyrawthorm]

I’m back!

Hi guys! How’s it going? I owe you a bit of an explanation. I’ve been AWOL for a couple of weeks for a few reasons, some I will explain and some I can’t explain.

As you all know, I’ve been in a funk for a while now. I’ve been dealing with it somewhat successfully. Trying to figure out what it is and how to overcome it. I think I have it figured out, it’s not something I can talk about sadly but, I can talk about how I am dealing with it. Once I figured out what was going on, everything sort of fell like dominoes. The solution at the time was really difficult and not something that can happen quickly. So because I wasn’t really making any progress with my solution I started to feel bad about everything and mean literally everything.

Some of you may know, some of you may not, I usually get up at 5am to go to the gym just for a bit of exercise and to get out of the house (I’m told it’s a good thing to touch grass but I’m not 100% convinced XD). When I couldn’t find a solution to the funk I started feeling really about everything I was doing. What is the point in going to the gym? I’m tired all the time, I have to go to bed at 2030, I never seem to loose any weight. I hate the way I look in the mirror. Am I a good wife to Rawthorm? Is he happy? And it all goes downhill from there. I just didn’t feel like streaming and I was wallowing. I am coming out the other side though. Surprisingly Horizon Forbidden West did help a little. Horizon Zero Dawn is one of my all time favourite games and I had so much fun sharing that playthrough with you that I couldn’t wait to play Horizon Forbidden West and playing it 2 days in a row did just enough to start me off in the right direction. I’ll get there, It’s hard to explain when I can only tell you half a story.

Maybe one day I will be able to tell all but for now, just know, that I am getting better and I don’t think there are going to be any more missing streams without me at least telling you guys beforehand. Speaking of streams, I’ve got some good updates coming.

Lets start with my computer. As you guys know, I’ve slowly been updating my computer for a little while now. All I have left is to update my graphics card and graphics card cooling solution. So here are my new specs and a photo update!

Case :NZXT H9 flow

CPU: Intel Core i9-13900K

GPU: NVIDIA GeForce RTX 2060 SUPER

Mobo: NZXT N7 Z790

Ram: Corsair Domintor DDR5 64GB (4x16GB)

Hard Drives:-

-Samsung MZ1L23T8HBLA 3.5TB

-Samsung SSD 950 EVO 500GB

-Samsung SSD 950 EVO 250GB

Monitors:-

-BENQ G2420HDBL x2

-LG UltraGear 27GN88A

CPU Cooler: Kraken elite 360 RGB

Mouse: Logitech G502 X (White)

Keyboard: Logitech G213 Prodigy

Webcams:-

-Elgato Facecam Pro

-Microsoft LifeCam

Headphones/Mic: Astro A40 with mix amp

Elgato Stream Deck Mk2. (White)

Elgato Stream Deck + (White & Pink)

I’m excited. Hopefully it wont take long to save up. Once I have a new GPU then I will be top spec for a few months. On another note, my H510i PC case is now for sale so that gets me a little money towards a GPU 😊

We had a Thursday stream last week with the release of Horizon Forbidden West and so far it has not disappointed. I’m still getting to grips with a few of the new mechanics but it’s going well. As you can see from my Sunday selfie I was so excited for the game I put on battle paint just for the occasion. As much as I would love to it’s not going to happen for every stream but I felt the occasion warranted a little something extra.

Todays stream of Rainbow Six Siege was awesome. Thanks to everyone who dropped by and played some games with me. It was fantastic. I was carried in every single game and I did not deserve any of the wins I got.

My Horizon Zero Dawn playthrough is still going up on YouTube every Wednesday and I have started streaming on YouTube as well! So every Friday I will be live on YouTube playing Horizon Forbidden West so I wont have to edit any the videos for them to go up there! Win Win :D

I am off from my day job all week next week, so if you guys want to play any games or you see my playing anything on discord, come and hang out with me, lets play some games!

Have a wonderful week next week, Make good choices and I will see you next week!

Lady Rawthorm

xxx

[purgaytorysupremacy]

as the grandchild of survivors of the Second World War on both sides, this has been a really hard thing for me to internalize. none of my grandparents (nor my parents) talked about WWII much. I don’t actually know that much about what my families were doing, only that it was bad. I have an entire branch of my family tree that’s just gone and (supposedly) no one knows why. where I grew up in Canada had a lot of Holocaust survivors because we had large Dutch and German communities already, and every year until I graduated high school, we were fortunate enough to hear firsthand stories from survivors.

the one thing my grandparents would say and those survivors would repeat in their talks, over and over, until it was seared in my brain: “Never look away. You can’t let this happen again. The least you can do is never look away.”

I took this lesson very seriously. I was plugged in to the news all the time. I felt so helpless and useless and hopeless, but I wasn’t going to do the people suffering through it the disservice of looking away. I donated my money and my time and hoped to get into international aid, even joined the military because Canada is the nation of peacekeepers (Listen, I was a kid lol) and Gen. Roméo Dallaire, the Canadian who led the peacekeeping mission in Rwanda, was my hero. (Even as it ruined his life.)

I don’t know if anyone reading this had this same experience. I don’t know many people IRL who had this message drilled in so completely. (Being a white first-generation Canadian as a millennial is like that sometimes.) And I ended up breaking. I just couldn’t keep watching everything and being utterly unable to do a damn thing about it. It made me feel like a bad person and like I failed not only my grandparents but all those who shared their stories, so few of them who are still alive to do so.

Thing is, my grandparents got their news from film reels and this new thing called radio. The photos and documentation they saw from the time, both now and contemporaneously, was sparse and edited and targeted, for better or worse. None thought we would someday live in a world where individual people can upload hours of no-context atrocities from anywhere at any time.

Obviously, the “Never Again” and “Don’t look away” aren’t literal, but the way we pay attention now is different than they would’ve in the 1940’s or 1970’s. No one taught me how to stay true to something that has become a core value while not collapsing into compassion and empathy fatigue to the point where I have to look away.

I don’t have an answer on that balance yet, but just understanding that there does need to be one has been incredibly helpful. That doomscrolling isn’t helping anyone. That paying attention doesn’t mean knowing everything about everything at all times. We have more information by orders of magnitude than even existed in my grandparents’ lifetimes. We have to choose what “not looking away” looks like for each of us in the cultural and activism environments we live in. No one is more virtuous or caring because they’ve exposed themselves to more trauma than someone else. It’s not sustainable. You’ve gotta keep your oxygen mask on.

A video that was really helpful in me noodling this out—it’s been a lifelong project, and I’m sure it will continue to be—was Hank Green’s vlog on Webs of Care.

None of us can do everything, but all of us can do anything.

Hi. Things are bleak, I know that. I know that we paid for Trump's last term with blood and it is likely the price will be blood again.

But listen to me. LISTEN.

You do not have to force yourself to witness horrors as an act of activism. It is not a form of activism. You can put your phone down, you can block that horrific video. We cannot win if you cannot fight and you will not be able to fight if you are hopeless.

Do not let them guilt you into this. People who are exhausted are easier to walk over. Take care of yourself, find community where you find joy.

[perpetuelledaydreaming]

18 | chapter eighteen

summary: Eddie walks in to places he wasn't even called to. Billy and you like the Quarry.

warnings: smut smut smut.

listen to: Stockholm Syndrome - One Direction | Ojitos Lindos - Bad Bunny, Bomba Estereo | Radio - Lana del Rey | The Beach- The Neighbourhood (playlist here)

Please go look at the playlist, I revamped it all so you can read the chapters with the new songs and also maybe give your guesses of what's coming next given the songs?

word count: 6.8k

author's note: special thank you to @criminallyvenomous that edited this chapter and she's the most amazing human ever for taking the time to do so.

series masterlist + read the next chapter early on my ko-fi!!

You’d often believed that melancholy was a permanent state in your life. Your thoughts, often wrapped around a fog of melancholy, only grew stronger once your mother passed away. The melancholy of a child that knows her father’s memories would fade away eventually, as well as her mother’s. At one point you wouldn’t be able to remember how they sounded, how they laughed, how they would tell you that they loved you. Their faces, as well as the memories, would dwindle as they were washed by time; only photos and home videos would make you recall how they felt. 

The woe followed you throughout your life, enough for it to become your loyal companion. It never left your side, not even when you were riding your bike with the music wrapping around your mind; at one point you stopped hoping that it would go away. It’d become a part of you, and you a part of it. A sorrowful child, heavy-hearted, that had built so many walls and so tall that you’d made sure no one had ever passed through them. 

And yet, Billy Hargrove had managed to do so. 

Melancholy was no longer your only companion, cold blue wasn’t just a color you saw anymore; now, it’d become the color of his eyes. Sunlight wasn’t only burning your skin, sunlight was the warmth that you’d felt when he was close to you, reading you out loud and kissing your lips.

He’d stained your life as if he’d spilled wine on a white dress. 

And yet, you’d pushed him away. 

The bitterness in your mouth didn’t leave you for days, and the tears wouldn’t go away so easily when you saw him passing through the halls as he kept ignoring you. Still, in those seconds, you could feel it, the magnetic force pulling you towards him. In the days following the last time you’d spoken, you’d only dreamed and hoped for Billy and the taste of his lips. 

But you were so petrified of doing something more, of putting yourself in harm's way again. 

You knew it wouldn’t be smart but the following week, as you stared at him on his Camaro, you didn’t hear the alarms in your head going off, it seemed like your body was moving to its own accord. 

“Hi,” you muttered once you reached the Camaro, Billy didn’t look at you, he had decided that he couldn’t. 

He felt like he’d been maimed. Your short-lived love affair had lasted a fortnight and Billy believed that his heart would never be fully recovered. He hadn’t been able to actually sleep or eat correctly, he wasn’t only flunking at school, but also basketball. He’d felt like he’d been to war, and every day walking in the same space as you felt like he was dodging land mines. 

“Do not ignore me,” you breathed out as you pulled his hand. Billy turned around with a glare, but his face dropped as he watched you, while your eyes widened a bit. 

Both of you looked awful. The crimson in your eyes told Billy that you’d been crying, while the plum-colored bags underneath his eyes easily told you that he wasn't sleeping. 

Neither of you were doing okay. Part of you felt scared as you stared into those pretty blue electric eyes, part of you wanted to run away, you weren’t prepared to have any kind of conversation, and part of you didn’t trust Billy completely, not yet at least. But no, you hadn’t felt so awful since you’d broken things off, the heaviness in your heart grew stronger each day that you weren’t with him. 

“I’m going to be at Peaches today,” you breathed out, calmly. 

Billy pressed his lips together. 

“Do you want me to go so I can eat you out?” he asked. 

You were not sure if it was a dig at you, or if he actually meant it, but your jaw still dropped at the insinuation that you were using him like a sex object. 

“Hush!” you hissed as you looked around while Billy rolled his eyes. “And no, I wanted to talk to you,”

“About?”

You raised your eyebrow. “Stop answering every question with a question,” you state, recalling his words. Billy almost smiled as he watched you but he chose not to. “Can you just  please come?” you plead. 

This part, this part was the part where Billy would run away, he wasn’t used to anything good happening in his life and so he usually felt trapped. His instinct is to run, to be mean, to tell you that it never meant anything. 

But it would be all a lie and Billy was never a great liar. 

“Shouldn’t you be seeing someone more like your type?” he muttered. 

 “You don’t have to be such an asshole,” you said as you narrowed your eyes at him for a moment.

“I’ll come,” he stated softly. 

Part of your brain was screaming at you as a hint of a smile drew up on your face. It shouldn’t be that easy, it shouldn’t be that easy that just him saying yes to you made the melancholy leave your side for a moment. 

Billy’s eyes soften as he looked at you, he usually didn’t have soft spots, he shouldn’t have soft spots according to his dad, but then you were there, asking him to meet you and smiling when he’d agreed. 

Please, just send me a sign or I’ll let her go, he recalled. 

Around 6:00 pm, Billy was parked in front of Peaches as he’d promised you. 

He’d been thinking about actually going all day. There was a lot on his mind as he debated it, driving usually calmed him down, but today it didn’t seem like it would. 

He wondered if you felt bad for what you’d said and how you’d said it, he also felt bad about not making things clear between the two of you before. Part of him also wondered if this was the payback he deserved after tossing girls left and right when they got too close for too long. He wondered if you were as scared as he was when you realized that there was something more in the way he gazed at you. The dark part of him also wondered, if you would just break his heart further, which only caused his darker thoughts to think how he could make you feel as bad as you possibly could with his words -he regretted that last thought almost immediately. 

Still debating if he should go, he thought about what his mom had taught him. 

Kindness, the kindness that usually Neil would dismiss, the kindness that you’d shown him when you’d fixed him up, the kindness that you’d shown him when you were spending time together. 

He was out of the car before he’d realized it. He entered the shop to find you sitting on the counter, ankles crossed while you read a book, although by how fast you’d raised your head, he realized you were waiting for him. 

“Hi,” you said as you smiled softly at him. 

“Hi,” Billy let out a breath as he stared at you while his heartbeat rose. 

“You’re here,” you replied as you closed the book and climbed down from the counter. 

It wouldn’t be true if you’d pretended as if you knew he was going to come. He’d said he would, but you also knew he was apprehensive about coming. 

“You asked me to be here,” Billy replied dully. 

You frowned your brows slightly, he was still apprehensive, apparently. “Yeah, that’s not what I…” you replied but then you sighed as you stared at him. “Come here,” you’d asked before grabbing his hand and dragging him to the supply closet at Peaches. 

You knew that Eddie was coming soon, you’d asked him to cover you for the night since you needed to work on your college applications, but you still believed that you had time to actually fix things with Billy without Eddie noticing it.  

You closed the supply closet and then turned to face him, your heart thundering in your chest as you watched the way he gazed at you. There was a fondness in his electric blue eyes mixed with fear, you understood it so well that it scared you for a moment. 

Billy bit his cheek as the silence settled in before he sighed. 

“Are you sure this isn’t a ploy to see me shirtless again?” he asked dully but with a mischievous glint in his eyes 

You narrowed your eyes at him for a second, and Billy’s smirk disappeared. Your first instinct is to tell him to fuck off or to not be an asshole, you’d punch him on the shoulder if you could, but then your features softened. 

“Look, I’m sorry,” you sighed while you give a step closer to him. 

“About?”

You shook your head, a soft sight slipping past your lips before your eyes met his again. 

So much for the walls, you’d made. 

“I wasn’t planning on this happening or anything happening for that matter. This was new to me and the last time I met someone who looked like trouble, he really was,” you explained to Billy as he watched you with a neutral expression, but you see how he tensed up as you mentioned your ex. You don’t want to tell him too much either about him or what happened, the ins and outs of a relationship that seemed to be condemned to the graveyard since it began. “He hurt me and being with him practically ruined my life and now, I’m just so good at being alone that it scared me when I… I just wasn’t prepared on running into you, okay?”

Billy’s eyes remained trained on you but other than his clenched jaw while he watched you as if he was confused by you. Expressing yourself so freely wasn’t easy when you were touching on such subjects, something so close to you, to your heart. Locking up feelings felt easy, you’d never thought about how letting them out would be such a struggle. 

“This doesn’t make sense, right?” you groaned as you passed a hand through your hair while you stared at him, it felt like you were balancing on breaking branches. 

“Not really,” he muttered. 

Still, nothing in his features indicated anything, any sort of reaction to your words. Your heart felt like it was going to burst from your chest as you stared at him. He still looked the same as when you met him, his glowing tan that just certain people that’d spent a considerable part of his life between the sand and the water could reach, his golden curls falling in his forehead, his deep deep electric blue eyes piercing you. 

The coldness in your life disappeared when he was around, he was summer to you and you realized that you wouldn’t let it go. 

Fuck it, you thought. 

“I like you,” you confessed, your heart on your hands as you watched him. “I like you even though I don’t really do sometimes, even though sometimes I want to slap you; and I can’t sleep and I can’t eat because I just want you, okay?”

Billy stared at you. 

Honestly, he thought that he didn’t hear you correctly, that his mind had made it all up because there was no way that Billy had found someone that he wanted and she wanted him too. Warmth bloomed on his chest, inside and it spread through his limbs, making his sizzle and crackle to his beating and pounding heart as he stared at you softly. 

Such a simple statement, yet so monumental for someone like Billy to hear. 

“You, you like me?” Billy stuttered as he gazed at you, only then you managed to see the tears threatening to spill from his eyes. 

It was only then that you truly believed that he liked you too. You smiled so wide that your cheeks hurt as you gazed at Billy, quickly walking towards him and launching yourself into his arms. You wanted to hold him, to feel his warmth, you missed it so much that your skin ached at the thought of not feeling him again. Billy smiled too, holding you until you were on your tiptoes as he looped his arms around your waist. 

“Yeah, I really like you,” you muttered as you nuzzled yourself on his neck. “Aren’t you going to say anything?”

Billy didn’t waste a second after he heard you, he quickly took a hold of your jaw softly and pressed his lips against yours without any notice. The kiss started soft with so much adoration that you gasped softly against his lips before you followed his rhythm, then Billy’s kiss turned so fiercely that you moaned into his mouth. His lips were warm and they tasted like cigarettes and cinnamon, and although you disliked the taste of cigarettes, you’d only kissed him harder, opening your mouth for him as you knotted your fingers tightly into his hair. 

Billy moaned softly into the kiss as he took your leg and wrapped it around your waist before he easily lifted you into his arms, as he usually did. You followed suit as Billy leaned you against the shelves of the supply closet. Neither of you could get enough, it was hungry and needy and it was as if you were hoping to mend all of the hurt you’d felt with one kiss. 

Billy’s hands roamed your body and you felt like crying as you feel him smiling against your lips. He was happy, you could tell, he was so fucking happy and so were you. It only made you want him more as you hummed into the kiss as tried to press yourself more into him while Billy touched any available skin he could find as his hands skimmed down your sweater.

Both of you too focused on the kiss, on the other’s skin and touch, too hyperaware of what was happening between the two of you to even hear the way that Eddie was screaming your name as he’d entered Peaches or the sound of his steps as he walked towards the supply door when he’d listened to the heavy breathing. 

It wasn’t until you heard the knob on the door turning loudly that you frowned as you tried to back away from Billy, but he’d chased your lips. 

“What the fuck?” Eddie’s voice rang through your head as Billy’s lips finally left yours, you jumped at the sound as both of you turned towards the door. 

Eddie was standing in the doorway as he had an amazing view of how Billy was holding your ass and your rose skirt, clearly a bit too much of what you’d liked Eddie to see. 

“I-” you started but then you shut your mouth. What could you possibly say anyway as your hair was a mess, your clothes in disarray and Billy had you backed against the shelves of the place you both worked in.  

Your skin began to turn a splotchy red as you gazed at Billy for a second, who was looking at Eddie like a deer in headlights. You figured he would’ve already cursed him out but he seemed to be in too much shock to react in any way, while you gazed back at Eddie who was already flustered too. 

“I DIDN’T SEE ANYTHING,” Eddie finally proclaimed before he shut the door closed. 

Your heavy breathing was the only thing that could be heard in the room. You turned to Billy who was all wide eyes and flushed cheeks. You smiled, enjoying how flustered he was before letting out a giggle while he groaned as he grabbed your hips while shaking his head at you. Who would’ve known that Billy Hargrove could be embarrassed? You took a hold of his face softly and pulled him in for a chaste kiss on his lips while he placed you down on the floor softly. 

Both of you silently agreed that if you kept going, your first time together was going to be in a supply closet. 

“This probably isn’t a good idea,” he muttered as he gave you another kiss on his lips, soft playfulness in his voice as you looked at him through your lashes. 

“He’s probably traumatized,” you chuckled as you took a hold of Billy’s jeans, pushing him against you while you smiled coyly. 

Billy almost hiss as he felt how you pushed your hips against his, he looked down at you as his body flushed against yours while shaking his head. 

“Baby, this is nothing,” he muttered against your lips with a glint in his eyes while you almost whimpered at the pet name. “Just come with me okay?”

“Where are you going to take me?” you asked him as he finally gave a step away while lacing his hand with yours.

“Just trust me,” he replied. 

You watched him softly. You wondered if you should really trust him or if this was just the beginning of the end for both of you. You both were so similar that you would probably just burn together if something went wrong but as you watch him, you knew that you didn’t care that much to burn if it meant doing it with him. 

“What else can I do now, Hargrove?” you replied with an exaggerated roll of an eye. 

Billy beamed as he brought your knuckles up to his lips, kissing them softly before opening the door of the closet. Billy’s cheeks turned a deep shade of pink as both of you passed in front of Eddie who was glaring at both of you, if it wasn’t because you felt too intoxicated by Billy’s hold on you, you probably would’ve talked a bit while Billy waited for you outside but you only managed to mouth an ‘I’m sorry before you smiled to Billy as he pulled you to his bike, quickly taking your helmet and placing it softly on your head. 

Billy asked you to follow him and you did on your bike, halfway to the point you realized where you were going. You smiled to yourself as you raced your bike and quickly passed him on the road, Billy smirked and shook his head before he sped up next to you. It was a matter of minutes before you reached the Quarry, the small spot that had green over it where you and Billy had gone before. 

Billy arrived seconds later as you took off your helmet and watched the sun coming down, not many people came to the Quarry once the summer had passed apparently. Billy climbed down from the Camaro, he opened the trunk as you watched him and he placed a blanket on the green grass before he motioned you to sit down. 

“I hope that you haven’t fuck any girl on that blanket,” you muttered with a smirk as you watched the blanket and then looked up at him while raising your eyebrows. 

Billy’s eyes narrowed. 

“I haven’t fuck anyone in my car,” Billy said a bit offended but as he stared at you with those eyes, he bit his inner cheek. “Not since the start of the summer,”

You snorted. 

“That’s comforting,” you muttered jokingly as you sat on the blanket and Billy sat next to you, looping his arm to your hip and pushing you against him. 

“Don’t ruin a nice moment,” he grumbled before he presses a sweet kiss to your temple and you nuzzled on his neck. “You’re definitely the only person I would do this for,”

You smiled, biting your cheek while you feel your cheeks burning at the thought of his words. Billy’s hand trails your spine softly while you sighed contently against him. Both of you stayed silent for a few minutes, basking in each other’s touch, trying to satisfy the past craving of not having the other close for the past few days. 

Billy’s hands roamed your body delicately and you let him, humming as he did, you liked how his calloused hands felt on your skin. Then he took one of your hands before he placed a sweet kiss on your knuckles, caressing them with his thumb, only then he noticed some scars. 

He stopped as he examined them. They looked like his scars. 

“What are you watching?” you asked him as you glanced at him softly.

Billy looked at you softly, his mind trying to find a reasonable excuse for why would you have such scars. He knew that you were feisty but he knew how you get those scars, it’s not easy to have those lines drawn over your knuckles in such a manner. 

“You have scars like mine,” he finally muttered, your chest ache slowly as you realized what he meant. “What happened?”

“Bike accident,” you lied, a bit too quickly though. 

Billy wanted to buy your excuse, after all, he never had an accident of such a manner. He sighed as he watched you and pressed another kiss on your knuckles. 

“You have to be careful on that thing,” Billy finally muttered. You smiled at him before you quickly pushed yourself from the ground and sat over his lap, facing him before you placed a kiss on his mouth. 

“Or what?” you teased. 

He laughed as he looped his arms around your torso, pulling you closer to him before he pressed a kiss on your collarbone, he stayed there. Billy sighed contently as he nuzzled on your chest while you played with the hair at the nape of his neck. Your heartbeat steady, if something, just slightly faster than a normal heartbeat while it felt like his was going to burst from his chest. He doesn’t even want to be in any other place that isn’t with you, he realized, you feel like the sea, soft waves as he laid there. 

“I don’t know but it scares me,” he finally confessed. 

You pulled back a bit before you watched him softly, your thumb caressing his cheekbone. Your heart, your poor heart began to beat erratically once again, your poor heart had to endure it again, whatever came with him but you don’t care. Not if he’s looking at you like you created the sun. 

“Is this the first time?” you asked him while you pressed another kiss on the corner of his mouth. 

“What?”

“That this is happening to you,” you asked again. 

Billy’s eyebrows furrowed for a second as he realized what you meant. Have you ever been in love like this? 

No, no he hasn’t. He hasn’t ever felt this way for anyone else. He hasn’t felt like his heart was going to burst from his chest when he saw someone. He hasn’t feel like he was sick when he thought that they didn’t like him. He hasn’t felt such despair about not being able to kiss someone in his life. 

Maybe the word is not in love, Billy didn’t dare to say it yet because it’s too soon but the more he looked at you, he believed that he might’ve be. He didn't answer though, instead, he began peppering your face with soft kisses while you smiled at him as he kissed your lips, your cheeks, your eyelids, all the places he could as you finally let out a soft giggle and he laughed with you. 

“You’re amazing, you know that?” he finally breathes out. 

“Thought that I was trouble,” you said with a smile.

“So am I, who cares?”

You smiled, you weren’t the only mess or trouble anymore; you didn’t feel alone anymore. 

Billy pressed a more steady and firm kiss to your lips as his hands skimmed down your sweater and touched your shoulder blades, pushing you harder against him. Goosebumps swarmed every part of your body that he touched as your lips rolled together. There’s a place in the sun for anyone who follows their feelings, that’s what Billy made you believe. Though as you pulled apart you realized that you hadn’t even thought about anything else during those days, you’d taken care of Emily but today you hadn’t called her and told her that you probably wouldn’t be home and even though Craig was out of town and she would probably cover for you, you could still feel your stomach twisting at the thought of him finding out. 

“What are we going to do?” you asked as you pulled away for a second. “I still don’t think that we can-”

Billy hushed you for a second and he shook his head. 

“We don’t think about it right now,” he breathed out. He didn’t want to overthink anything, he wanted to bask in the feeling of finally having you. He needed the night to remain untouched by the outer concerns, there was nothing more to add, he only wanted you. “This is more than enough for now,” 

For a second, there was nothing but silence and intense eye contact. 

Then, you leaned down and pressed your lips against his. It was more fierce and aggressive than ever before, more than his rough kisses, filled with a sense of urgency that you’d never felt before. He welcomed it, devouring your mouth with the same urgency. You sighed at the kiss, pressing yourself further against him as his hands caressed the skin on your back. Quickly you began to fumble with his black shirt, Billy pulled away just enough so he could take it off. He pressed his lips against yours almost immediately as your nails raked his torso, his abs and then began to fumble with his belt. 

The burning hunger of feeling him was overwhelming, coiling around your veins as he played with the zipper of your skirt and pulled it down as you were managing to undo his belt and shove his jeans down. Billy broke the kiss with a gasp, pushing you slightly away from his as he tried to catch his breath but you still continued, too overwhelmed with desire as you placed soft kisses on his jaw.

“Wait, look at me,” he muttered softly but you didn’t listen to him. He closed his eyes as you sucked on the skin of his neck for a second before he took your jaw softly and pulled you away. “Are you sure you want this?” he breathed out. “I won’t be able to stop, I mean I will but…” 

You hushed him. 

“This is more than enough for now,” you said as you repeated his words from minutes before. Billy blinked as he caressed your jaw. “Kiss me,”

His mouth pressed hard against yours as you grabbed the back of his neck, gasping softly as his hands sneaked up to the underneath of your skirt as you eagerly push your hips against his bulge. His mouth trailed from your lips to your neck as his fingers pushed your underwear to the side and trailed your core while you let out a soft whimper.

You clutched his shoulders as Billy continued to press kisses over your skin, his teeth grazing your collarbones as he pressed his digit into you while pressing his thumb over your clit. Your lips parted, unable to breathe as he added a second finger while your hands gripped his hair and pulled on it slightly, making Billy hiss against your skin. You wondered once again if you should feel embarrassed about how quickly Billy managed to make you this wet, your underwear soaked just with his kisses and his fingers. You closed your eyes, furrowing your eyebrows as he curled his fingers expertly into you. Billy looked up, smiling at your flushed cheeks -he could even see it under the moonlight- and your furrowed eyebrows, how your hips rocked against him eagerly, your breathing. 

“You don’t have to hold back baby,” He breathed against your skin as he placed a kiss on your jaw and then added another finger. “Let me hear how good I make you feel,”

“Billy,” you moaned louder than you’d ever done. 

Billy groaned as you pulled harder on his hair, while his other hand took a hold of your throat at pressed it slightly at the sides. Your head felt like it was spinning as he fucked you with his fingers. Billy groaned as he saw your eyes fluttering at the pressure on your throat and then, he increased the pressure on your clit, a satisfied moan escaped your lips as the pleasure ran through your body, through your overheated skin. Billy let go of your throat before you moaned again, drowning it his lips as he claimed your mouth again in a delirious kiss that sent scorching fire through your skin. Incoherent pleads and moans escaped your lips as Billy’s fingers work on you, your walls clench around his fingers and your whole body began to tremble. 

“Come on baby,” Billy whispered against your lips. “Want to feel how you’ll come all over my,”

Billy didn’t get to finish because you cried loudly as your orgasms rippled through your entire body, growing lost in the sensation, dizzy and helpless from the way that he made you feel as you arched your back against him. Billy kissed your face as you were coming down from your high, caressing your waist gently as he murmured in your ear how much of a good girl you were. He gently pulled out his fingers and pressed his lips once more against your temple as you nuzzled on his neck. 

Only then you realized how caring he is when you’re coming down from your high, he’d done it before each time he brought you to your orgasm. It scares you for a second, how he can go from rough to gentle in a blink of an eye. 

“Still there, baby?” Billy asked after another minute passed, he noticed that your legs have stopped trembling. 

It’d never happened to you before, you’d never had such intense orgasms, not even with your own doing; this was all Billy. You nodded softly before pressing your lips against his neck before your hands sank between your bodies as you began to pull down his pants while he chuckled and pressed soft kisses on your shoulder. You began to kiss his collarbone, sucking on the tender skin, biting it, and then licking it for good measure, Billy hissed at the last part but by the way, his hand tightened on your hips, you’re aware that he loved it. 

Your lips roll over his sunkissed skin, you could feel his abs clenching over and over as you continue to kiss his skin before you sink your hand, breaching the waistband of his boxers. Billy swallowed hard as he felt how you stroked his cock, wrapping your hand around the base of it and swiping your thumb over the swollen tip. He’d never let you go this far before, always palming him over his jeans, your eyes filled with lust when he gazed at you. 

God, you were fucking trouble. 

You pulled his boxers down finally, and your eyes widened at the sight of it, you’d seen it before in a fleeting second but god, it didn’t do it justice. You sighed softly as you looked at it with widened eyes before you bit your inner cheek, you never ran away from any challenge. Soon you wrapped your lips around him. Billy’s hand flew to your hair as you wrapped your hands around the base of his cock, moving them in rhythm with your mouth. Humming contently as you watch the string of curses that leave Billy’s mouth as you pleasure him. 

It’s honestly too much. Billy had always received good head because he usually taught the girls how to do it, but you didn’t need practice. But as you continued moaning and gagging, looking at him through lust-filled watery eyes, he was afraid he was going to burst into your mouth in just a couple of seconds. 

“Wait,” Billy muttered through gritted teeth as he pulled away for a second, after one particular movement that made his tip hit the back of your throat. 

You frowned as he grasped your chin and pulled you up. 

“But I want,”

“Another time,” Billy said firmly as he placed a kiss on your mouth. “I need to be inside of you,”

The fire in his eyes as he looked at you sent shivers down your spine. You simply nodded as you finally peeled off the sweater from your body as Billy looked for the condom in his pants. Soon, you tossed your bra aside as Billy pulled the condom from his wallet. Upon seeing your chest, Billy’s mouth fell open as he watched you. Flushed cheeks, your face still basking on the afterglow of your previous orgasm, your lust-filled eyes while you stepped out of your skirt and were left in those torned panties. 

“You’re the most amazing thing in my life,” Billy breathed out, almost unaware that he muttered such words. They weren’t filled with lust or desire, they’d such a deeper meaning that you didn’t want to find out just yet, at least, not for the night. 

Therefore, you took the package from his hand, tore it, and rolled it down onto him. Billy quickly took a hold of your hips and back, pushing your back into the blanket again and hoovering over you, settling between your thighs. It isn’t fair, it isn’t fair that he looks like he was sculpted by the gods as he stared at you with that fire and tenderness in his eyes. Billy leaned his body over yours, placing his forearm next to your head with another cradling it. 

He took his cock and trailed it over your soaking core, both of you shudder as it slides along it. He was teasing you, you knew it as you looked at the smirk on his face as a whimper escaped your lips but then he kissed you hard. You simultaneously take in sharp breaths as Billy slid inside of you, stretching you slowly. 

“You’re perfect,” he whispered against your lips.

He remained still for a moment as you got used to the dull ache of having him. Only your heavy breaths could be heard as you held each other’s gaze. As you kissed, you realized that you’d never seen Billy looking at you in such a tender a soft way, he’d become softer over the weeks, the hard lines in his face were more relaxed and the lines of his smile were more prominent than before. Beautiful, you thought as you watched him. 

Billy was scared for a second as he realized how you were watching him. Not because it was not lust-filled but because he realized that he’d never experienced so much tenderness in his life. Billy was never the best, never loved, he never deserved anything; but as you placed a hand on his cheek as you watch him while he sunk further into you, he realized that you really liked him for him. No other girl touched him as you did, no other girl even made a string of his heart move, but there you got him; all for you. 

His hands skimmed along your sides as he rolled his hips. You were soaking wet and gripping Billy so fucking good that he recalled his dreams from a month prior and hoped that this wasn’t going to happen to him today. Every shred of self-control he had trembled as he sunk further. 

“Oh my god,” you whispered as you arched your back. 

You wrapped your legs around his hips as you tried to pull him closer to you, the pain doesn’t matter now that the pleasure was clouding it. Billy kept on thrusting inside of you, brushing deeply into you each time he did. The way he moved, the way he kissed every part of his skin he could find, every brush of his hands on your skin felt like he wanted to engrave every inch of you with his memory. And you believe that he did, no one had touched you in such a manner, no one had lit up that fire in you, and no one had done what he was doing to you at the moment. 

It felt so good, so good that you are unable to form any words by the way he was filling you up. You became too dizzy, too intoxicated with pleasure to realize the sweet nothings he’s murmuring against the shell of your ear as his head fell into your shoulder. He pressed his lips against your collarbone and your neck, before crashing together in a desperate, furious kiss. 

“Feels like you were made for me,” he breathed out, groaning loudly as he fucked into you. 

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head while you nodded hurriedly at him; worried that he might stop if you don’t give any sign of a coherent response. 

“Don’t stop,” you breathed out. 

Billy took the message, and before you could say more, he leaned forward with a particularly hard snap of his hips against you. You cried loudly as your nails begin to rake at the skin of his back, Billy hoped he was going to have scars that can prove to him that you were as mesmerized and drowned in pleasure as he was. Billy quickly claimed your mouth again, pressing himself closer to you, his tongue caressing yours.

You were close; Billy could feel it by the way that you were clenching around him, how your breath hitched every time his cock brushed your G-spot, by the mewling, by the short moans that grow more desperate with each of his hard thrusts. God, you were fucking perfect, your body was fucking perfect, you were the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. Billy’s hands slipped between your bodies and his thumb began to caress the swollen bundle of nerves. Your head snapped backward, your whole body aches, as you let out the loudest scream you had yet. Your entire body tightened as you cried, your pussy pulsing around Billy as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm. 

“You look so pretty like this,” Billy murmured as he slipped his tongue into your mouth for another kiss your whole body trembled; your body limp against his. “But I bet you can give me another one baby, right?” he murmured. 

You wondered if he fucked you dumb already because you were going to say that you couldn’t; but then Billy moved your body without much notice. He leaned against his heels and he pulled you up with him. He was still hard inside of you as you managed to weakly drape an arm around his neck. 

“Billy,” you whined as you realized how deeply buried inside of you, you were extra-sensitive by your previous orgasms but you felt Billy smiling against your neck as he pressed his lips against yours. 

“Come on baby, I didn’t take you for a quitter,” Billy chuckled lowly and you whimpered softly as he moved lazily inside of you. “You’re going to give me another one, right?”

“Billy, I can’t, it’s too much,” you whined a bit more as he began to increase his tempo. It should’ve been pathetic but you didn’t care to be pathetic if it meant that he would fuck you like he was doing it and if it meant that you wouldn’t lose your sun. 

“Be a good girl, okay?”

That did it for you, you cried out Billy’s name again as he started to snap his hips up while he held you by the torso. He felt so fucking you inside of you as he drilled into you. His hands roamed your skin as they managed to stay on your hips once he realized that you were stronger. You moved your hips, moaning against him as you tried to match his thrusts. You opened your eyes for a second, his breath tickling your ear and making you shiver before you pulled back to watch him. His eyes glimmered as he looked into your face, a coy smile on hips lips and you know that you’re done for. 

You would never feel like this with anyone and Billy knew it too, right there and then. 

Billy crashed your mouth against him aggressively as he felt how your walls were clenching again, he knew your body so well. Fire spread through your body, consuming and engulfing you like never before while your cry was muffled by Billy’s demanding lips. The fire suffocated him too, you felt his hips stuttering as he filled you and in an attempt to feel more in control, you rutted your hips against him as much as you could. 

“Fuck,” Billy moaned as he spilled into the condom, still inside of you as he held himself there. 

It took a couple of seconds for Billy to stop twitching and spasming inside of you, and for you to stop trembling; well after both of you stopped moving. The afterglow of both of your orgasms made you forget anything other than each other. 

Billy could only feel you and you could only feel him. 

Neither of you would’ve want it any other way.

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author's note: almost didn't finish this chapter jeeezz. Well welcome to the new section of this story, it's called 'fucking like rabbits and try to have a healthy relationship'. Let's see how long it lasts. thank you as always for your support. you make me really really happy

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[darnell-la]

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“Going to pearls,” a woman spoke as she got into his car. “What’s your name?” He asked to confirm. “Y/n,” she said. The man turned around, realizing that this young lady was alone.

Usually, he picks up a huge group. That’s why he has a limousine, but she’s alone and has no one on her guest list.

“You gonna drive, handsome?” Y/n asked. Logan quickly turned back around and began driving. He was surprised by the nickname, but he let it go. He’s been called everything by now.

Logan’s been driving for ten minutes, music low, and y/n looking out the window. He’s never felt this awkwardness because it wasn’t him and only one person in the car.

“So — Friends busy?” He asked. Y/n slowly turned her head, looking at the man in the mirror. “All canceled. As always,” she added before she looked back out of the window.

“Oh,” he said, feeling a bit bad. He could see she paid one hundred for every hour tonight, and he would be with her for six hours.

“I mean, I can talk to my job, probably give you a refund or somethin,” he said, feeling like he should help her in some way. Usually, the man couldn’t care less, but y/n’s a young woman going to a club alone.

“I’ll be fine — Guess all the drinks I bought will be for me,” she said in a low voice that pained Logan to hear. She seemed sweet, and her friends canceled out on her. All of them.

“What was this for? Like, tonight? What did you have planned for tonight?” He kept a conversation going which confused y/n. His profile says he preferred not to talk and that he wouldn’t talk first.

“Well, it’s kind of my birthday, so — Yeah,” y/n sighed. “Oh, well — Happy birthday?” He said, not knowing if it was appropriate. The woman giggled to herself at his attempt to make her feel better.

“Are you sure you don’t wanna drink? I’ve got plenty and I can’t leave with any bottles,” she said, pointing to the bottles on the table, all hard liquor and only one juice for a mixture.

“I kind of have to drive you back home,” Logan turned down her offer, which he’d never done before. “C’mon! It’s my birthday,” she smiled at the man as she raised a bottle for him to take.

Logan waved her off, wanting to be responsible and think about her life that could be at stake, but he still felt bad about the empty spaces on the couches.

“Fine, but only if you don’t report me,” he joked, making her laugh as she took a bottle herself. “Cheers to me and my only friend who showed up which is the bodyguard,” she raised her drink.

“Cheers,” the man chuckled before raising the drink to his lips. He watched the girl drink, thinking it would be a small amount like any young lady, but her — She had almost chugged half the bottle.

“Woah, bub — Don’t hurt yourself,” he said, making her roll her eyes playfully. “Oh, don’t be mad because I can drink more than you,” she said, wanting to have some kind of fun tonight. Getting her bodyguard drunk and then driving her home sounds like a fun story to tell.

“Trust me, y/n — You can’t,” he said, but y/n didn’t believe him. That was until he shrugged his shoulders and chugged the whole bottle. The expression across her face was stunned. She’s never seen anything like that before.

“What the fuck,” she whispered. “Yeah — Kinda my power,” he chuckled. The man turned around to start his job and stood outside of her closed section until she spoke.

“Wait! I-I’m kind of alone so I don’t mind if you — stay? Please, I kind of feel like shit,” she admitted. She told her friends she was completely fine about their cancellation, but she’s not. She lost a lot of money and her mood was talk.

Logan couldn’t turn the offer down just like the last, so he stayed. The two drank all night, finishing every last bottle. She even got him to dance with her which he wouldn’t have done with anyone else. He had no idea what’s gotten into him tonight.

“God, tonight was fun,” y/n said as the man turned the corner where her apartment was. “Yeah, it was,” Logan smiled as he took a quick look at the young lady who was now sitting in the passenger seat, body turned towards him.

“You don’t understand how much I appreciate you, Mister Logan. You were the best fun I’ve had in like years!” She admitted. He wasn’t scared to drink and dance like most of her friends were.

“You’re the most fun I’ve had in maybe forever,” Logan meant it, but she had no idea who this man was. She was too sad to notice when she first met him and now she’s too drunk to realize.

“Is there a way I can repay you? Maybe like a cup of tea? I don’t fuckin’ know,” y/n laughed with him. “I don’t know, hun, I kind of have to get back home,” he said.

“How far do you live from here?” She asked. “About thirty minutes,” he said. “Oh, no,” she gasped. He’d been drinking because of her, and now she was going to have him drive back and half an hour just to get him.

“Don’t worry, bub. I've been doin’ this a lot,” he said. “Yeah, but I’ll be stressed all night. Please, stay the night. I have a spare room? It’s the least I can do,” she said, sounding like a beg. “God, it’s hard to turn you down. Do you know that?” He said as y/n smiled.

Logan parked the car for the night before y/n got him situated in her spare room. “Still want tea?” She asked. “I think I’ll be fine, bub,” he said. “But a shot would due,” he added. He had seen the liquor drawer she had.

“Comin’ right up, handsome,” she said before walking off. As she did, he couldn’t help but watch her figure. He scanned her dress earlier, but she looked way better just now. Maybe it was the alcohol? He didn’t know.

“You always drink this much?” She asked. “Yeah, and you?” He asked as she handed him his shot before sitting next to him with hers. “As you can see,” she giggled.

“Cheers to a goodnight with a man I brought back from the club?” She couldn’t help herself. “Cheers,” the man downed the drink as he watched her. She’s looked so drinking…

“God, that it’s hard,” she shook her head. “Yeah,” he aimlessly said as he watched a drop of liquor roll down her lip. “Hey, c’mere,” the man said, softly turning her face before wiping the liquor from her mouth.

Y/n was shocked and silent, not knowing what to do after. That seemed so sweet, but at the same time, she was drunk out of her mind.

“They look pretty,” the man spoke, breaking the silence. His thumb grazed her bottom lip, loving the smooth feeling of them. “Really?” She asked low, feeling shy all of a sudden. She hasn’t been all night until now.

“Mhm hm,” he mumbled as he slowly leaned into her. She felt like she was in a trance the way she felt she needed to lean in. Her heart was raising until their lips touched.

At first, it was sweet and slow, maybe a little tongue but after they both opened and locked eyes, they couldn’t help it.

Y/n quickly hopped on top of Logan, now grinding on his hips as he held her up by her ass. The man was shocked at her aggression and dominance but couldn’t complain.

“You taste so good,” she said under her breath as she kissed him. “I’m glad I took you home,” she added before moving down to his neck. She felt this hard urge to mark the man she hardly knew.

“Fuck, y/n,” Logan moaned low. He knew his voice could go that high. Y/n hummed into his neck, sucking long and rough to make sure he was living here marked up.

“Can feel how hard you are. Bet you’ve been waiting for me to touch you all night, hm?” She asked, hands traveling down his stomach until she could palm his clothes cock.

“Mhm hm,” the man whined at her grip. “Words, baby,” she demanded in a soft voice. “Y-Yes, baby,” the man’s mouth went slack at her touch. “So good,” she said before pushing him down in the bed.

“Gonna be good for me tonight?” She asked as he nodded quickly. “Gonna be my birthday gift, baby?” Y/n had lifted her dress before fondling with his belt. “Yes, yes, I am,” he couldn’t hide his heavy breathing.

“Oh god — You’re a big boy, aren’t you?” Y/n pulled Logan’s cock out. He was heavy and huge. “Yes, I am,” he answered, wanting to be good for her. He wanted to make her proud. He wanted to make a woman he barely knew, proud.

“He looks hungry,” y/n stroked the man, watching his pre cum leak from the tip. Y/n spat on the man’s cock, making his eyes widen because no one has ever done that to him before. They’d just wrap their mouth around him or push him inside with no preparation.

“Gonna feel so good,” y/n lifted her hips before sliding all the way down in one go. “F-Fuck,” the man cried out, his already bucking up into her.

“Fuck — Could you be my bodyguard every night?” She jokingly asked but the man nodded back so quickly, she thought about it. Maybe he isn’t too bad. He was fun tonight. He could be fun every night.

“Gonna let me wet you every night, baby?” Y/n asked as she leaned down on his body. “Fuck, yes — I wanna be with you every night,” the man’s hips moved slightly up into y/n, causing her to clench around him from how deep he gets.

“How old are you again, baby?” Y/n asked. “Two hundred,” the man’s hands gripped y/n’s ass, not thinking about his response. “A man with a sense of humor — So hot,”

Y/n rolled her hips, grinding on the man to feel every thick and long inch in her. The way his skin rubbed her walls, made her squeeze around him. He was close but felt embarrassed about how short he was going to last.

“Gonna cum for me, baby?” Y/n asked, seeing the man bite his lip, trying to focus on holding back. “C’mon — I want you to fill me,” y/n whispered in his ear before giving it a light slick.

“Fuck,” the man let out a shaky moan as his legs shook. “C’mon, baby — Cum in me,” y/n began bouncing in the man’s cock, feeling him twitch inside her. She just knew he was going to give her a big and well-needed load.

“C’mon,” y/n rode him harder, filling the room with their skin slapping against each other and her wet cunt coating his cock. “I’m cumming!” Logan warned through his teeth as his hips bucked upwards a few times.

Y/n kept riding him, mixing his seed inside of her until she felt like she had enough. “So fuckin’ good, baby. I wonder if you taste you,” y/n spoke, feeling the urge to suck him dry.

“Fuck, it’s too much,” the old man said, grilling her hips a bit tight so she could slow down, but she wouldn’t. “Oh, really?” She asked, feeling the knot grow in her stomach. She was so close.

“God- Fuck — I can’t take it, baby,” Logan tried begging her. “Yes, you can. Just a few more seconds, baby. You think you can do that?” She asked, looking into Logan’s eyes. They were glossy and full of lust.

The man nodded his head with a shaky hum, feeling the need to cum again. “Good boy,” she spoke as she leaned up, rocking her hips back and forth until she couldn’t anymore.

Y/n released on the man, earning a whine from him. After she came, he couldn’t hold himself in. He had come inside of her again. For the second time.

“Oh god,” y/n breathed out, feeling so full. “S-Sorry,” the man shook as she leaned in front of his face, hands rubbing his cheek. “Wanna feel more of you,” she said.

The man was shocked at how many times this woman could go, but he didn’t want to disappoint her. He wanted to pleasure her and make her happy. He tried to be good for her. And he was for the whole night and many more.

[tinydeskwriter]

Y/n is a model for New Balance and is doing a photo shoot with Jack. They just vibe together and end up going out.

Beginning of Something

Y/n never thought she'd have so much fun filming an sports brand advertisement, but she was.

She also never thought she would connect so instantly with someone—and she had worked with hundreds of models, actors, and singers on advertisements over the years—but with Jack it was the moment they were introduced, they just… matched. They clicked.

And that chemistry showed on camera.

“Don’t let me fall.” The woman was sitting on his shoulders, her feet on either side of his ribs, his hands firmly on her thighs.

“Never” He assured.

Y/n laughed amusedly at how easy it was to make the basketball point more than 6ft3in off the ground. As with every time she'd managed to score a point, Jack offered his hand for a high five.

Everything was being captured on camera, and apart from the times when they had to change clothes, there were no interruptions, the director was basically going with the idea of letting the two of them have fun on the court, of course, he gave some points, it had to have a certain 'sexy' air.

That’s how she spent an afternoon learning to play basketball with Jack Harlow.

Her playlist blared over the speakers, every photographer who worked with Y/n knew, the fun, unpretentious ‘Cool Girl’ vibe that everyone loved to see translated into pictures, just put on some music and her body movements would come to life.

In this case, both the advertisement photographer and the director had already worked with the model in previous works, the music had clearly helped the two loosen up, and it had even created some funny clips that would likely end up in the final edit of the video, such as Jack doing some celebratory dance moves after making a point, and Y/n twerking with Jack unsure whether to look or look away.

“Put both hands on the hoop, and hold on tight.” Jack instructed. Y/n did as he said. “Ready?”

“Yep.” She agreed.

The model felt him get out from under her, but his hands were soon on her waist.

“You can let go now.” Again she did as he said without hesitation, feeling her body meet his.

As soon as her feet touched the ground she turned to him with a smile.

“My hero.” She joked hugging him sideways.

Jack just laughed, his arm going around her shoulders.

“Guys, that was a wrap.” The director announced. “I already have everything I need, thank you both very much, if you want to change your clothes, you are already free to leave.”

The two thanked the director and the photographer and the entire support team. It wasn't until they entered the house that they realized they still had their arms around each other.

“Today was fun.” Y/n said with a smile.

“He was.” Jack nodded, running a hand over the back of his head. “I honestly don’t want the day to end just yet.” The rapper confessed looking into her eyes.

“Me neither.” The smile on her face grew. “What do you suggest?”

“Well, I don’t really know LA that well…” He said slightly embarrassed scratching his beard.

Y/n found his unpretentiousness completely adorable and refreshing.

“There’s this place, very exclusive, amazing food, fantastic decor, discreet, no paparazzi, and the owner is absolutely breathtaking.”

She said holding back a smile.

“What place?” Jack asked with furrowed brows.

“My house.” Y/n said with a big smile taking her whole face. “If you don’t mind, of course, hanging out in LA can be stressful.”

Jack couldn’t help but smile back. As he’d learned that afternoon they’d spent together, Y/n had one of those genuinely infectious smiles.

“I’m in.” He agreed. “You won me over with the promise of amazing food.”

Y/n just laughed.

That could be the beginning of something new.

[whiteqnn]

PURE [5] - Corpse Husband x Fem!Reader

A/N: It’s been a while.  

part 1

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PURE [5]

“Did you guys find anybody?” Felix’s voice sounded out when the man repeated the same question for what seemed like the third time since he joined the call. The number of players showed 7 of them, which meant that they were still missing three people. Sure, they could start the game now, but it would be way more enjoyable and funny with a full lobby. 

“Yeah, Toast will be here any moment. “Sykkuno replied right away. “He just texted me; he should join us in a few.”

“Cool. Anyone else?” 

“I think Corpse was also supposed to join us, right? Not sure though why he isn’t here yet.” 

“Oh, yeah, Corpse will be here soon too!” Jack suddenly chimed in with an explanation. “He said he needed to take care of something first, but he’ll be here before we start.” 

“Great. But that means we’re still one person short.” Felix hummed when Toast’s little astronaut appeared in the lobby “Hey Toast."

“Hey man.”

“Do you have anyone coming?”

“I’m afraid not. I asked MrBeast, but he’s busy, so...”

“Well then, we can just start when Corpse is here, and maybe we’ll find someone in the meantime?” Dave suggested, earning a few hums of approval from the other players. 

“Yeah, I think that’s the best option...” Jack agreed. But then his voice blared out in everyone’s headphones with excitement. “Ha! Corpse is bringing someone!” 

“Who?” 

“I dunno, he just texted me he has one coming and that’s all.” 

“Hm, all right. Let’s wait then.”

***

Corpse fidgeted with his phone, glancing between its screen and the chat in his stream. People were already asking countless questions, but rather than answering them, he was waiting for Y/N to call him. He was nervous - the girl still hadn’t commented on his request. 

The idea to invite her to the lobby wasn’t spontaneous. In fact, he’d been thinking about it for quite some time now, but never found the courage to actually ask if she would like to join them for the game.

It’s been almost a month now since that memorable phone call. A month since Y/N last played with her friends; a month since she considerably reduced her social media usage. 

Sure, she was still active on her youtube channel, but not as much as before the whole haters situation. No matter how hard she tried to just ignore them and simply continue her career, she just couldn’t. There were still these nagging thoughts at the back of her mind, reminding her of all those people and their comments, their messages. It seemed like a good idea to take a short break and sort everything out.

Her fans understood it. They were obviously sad that her videos weren’t as frequent as before, but everyone knew what the situation looked like and that Y/N needed some time for herself. 

Her audience knew it, and so did her friends. Especially Corpse. 

The man kept his word and talked to the girl whenever she wanted to. Which, in the end, was almost everyday. Although at the beginning their conversations mostly focused on her current problem and dealing with it, their topics broadened over the time. 

At one point though, Y/N started worrying that maybe she’s annoying him with her so frequent calls. She thought that she shouldn’t bother him that much - even if talking to him was what really helped her cope with her problems. He already had enough on his plate, and sharing her own concerns with him suddenly seemed like a very selfish thing to do.

But she quickly realized how wrong she was for thinking like that. When one day she didn’t call, figuring out that she should stop troubling him with her own issues, she was very surprised when Corpse reached out to her himself. He expressed how worried he got when she didn’t call, and when she explained what was the reason, he spent the next fifteen minutes lecturing her that she should never think she’s bothering him. 

From that day on, they talked every single day. And they talked about almost everything.

Corpse enjoyed their late night-talks more than anything. He liked to listen to Y/N talk about the things she finds exciting, her hobbies, and her dreams. Hell, she could talk about what she ate for breakfast, and he would still listen with interest. 

And even though they haven’t seen each other in person, even though she still hasn’t seen his face, they managed to get really close during those past weeks. For an outside observer (who also didn’t have access to Twitter) they would seem like a couple of very good friends.

But not for Corpse.

He couldn’t pinpoint when exactly did it happen. They were talking one evening and Y/N was telling him about the TV series she had finished watching recently. He listened intently and watched as her facial expressions changed from excited to frustrated, as she was enumerating everything she liked and disliked about the series finale.

And then he suddenly got this weird feeling in the pit of his stomach, and simply couldn’t take his eyes off her. 

He tried to play it off and act as if nothing changed, but he couldn’t stop his heart from doing backflips whenever she laughed at one of his dumb jokes or called him partner. It was still a running joke between them and among the group of their friends, but there was something in the way she said it that made him instantly smile like an idiot. 

He also started paying more attention to the hashtags on Twitter and Instagram. #PartnersInCrime was still rather popular, even though it was a month since anyone last used this phrase on stream. Corpse also found out that #Y/Nforthebride was trending for some time; he even managed to stumble across a few fanarts. 

There was this urge to send them to Y/N, but he was too nervous that it would make things awkward between them... After all, he didn’t know how she felt about that whole shipping thing. 

That’s why he decided to just leave things between them as they are, and be happy that he’s at least her friend.  

Corpse nearly jumped out of his skin, when he was brought back to reality by the sound of an upcoming FaceTime call. Y/N’s photo appeared on his screen, her smiley face which he had assigned as her contact photo. His lips corners curled up in a smile almost unwittingly. 

“Hey Y/N/N” he said after answering the call. 

“Hi Corpse” she smiled softly upon hearing his voice. Although the screen on her side was dark, she didn’t mind not seeing Corpse’s face. She respected his wish to remain faceless and enjoyed their conversations anyway. 

“Whatcha doin’?”

“Just editing the new video. I guess I’ll upload it in the morning... but I’m not sure yet.”

“Well let me know then, I wanna be the first one to see it.” 

“Sure thing, Corpse” she chuckled, lowering her gaze bashfully. Corpse just looked at her face for a moment, unable to stop smiling to himself. Then he remembered why they were talking in the first place.

“So... have you seen my text?” Y/N sighed at his question but nodded her head slowly. “And what do you think?”

“I don’t know, Corpse...” she ran a hand through her hair in a nervous gesture. “...if that’s a good idea, I mean.”

“Well, it’s been a while. No pressure though, if you don’t wanna play then it’s totally fine.” he quickly clarified. “I just thought it would be fun if you joined us, even if just for a moment. I’m sure everyone would go crazy.” 

Her smile widened slightly at his words, but she still didn’t look convinced. Sure, it was tempting to join them. She wanted to do it each time Sean or Felix bombarded her with messages and codes to the lobby, both inviting her to join the group in the game. But then she remembered how people reacted to her appearance in their streams... and suddenly it didn’t seem like such a good idea anymore.

“We’re gonna play on Polus...” he added after a moment when she still didn’t say anything. “That one map with the planetary base... there’s a lava pit, y’know. Just saying...”

She laughed wholeheartedly at his words, remembering their last game when Corpse jumped into the lava for her. 

“Sykkuno’s gonna be there as well” Corpse continued. “And I promise I won’t kill you this time.”

“Even if I’m the last player alive?” she joked.

“Even then, Y/N.”

Corpse stifled a laugh, as she cocked her head to the side and narrowed her eyes slightly as if trying to spot him in the darkness. 

“Are you streaming, Corpse?” she then asked.

“Not yet. I’m gonna start the stream as soon as you say yes, though.”

“Oh c’mon” she laughed at his words “That’s emotional blackmail!” 

“Maybe. Is it working?” he asked.

Y/N let out a heavy breath and ran a hand down her face. Corpse watched in anticipation as she seemed to have some internal battle with herself. He hoped that she’s gonna agree, he really missed playing with her. 

“All right, then.” she suddenly said, and his breath hitched in his throat. “I’m gonna stay for a few rounds I guess...”

“Wait, really?” he asked, a smile on his face only widening. 

“Well, yeah, partner.” she replied, which made his cheeks go warm “Your imposter techniques haven’t been very effective lately... Someone needs to help you out, or you’re gonna lose your title of the king of the Imposters.” 

“Oh, is that’s how it is now?” he laughed in fake shock. “I wouldn’t have to worry about losing the title if my accomplice hadn’t left me all alone!” 

“All right, all right.” she giggled at his accusations. “Your accomplice is on her way to support you.” 

Corpse smiled even wider at the sound of her laughter. Her eyes shined with happiness when she was giggling, which only brought out their E/C color. The fact that his stupid babbling was the reason for her smile was making him feel extremely proud of himself.  

“But just so you know... I still have no idea how this map works, so I’m afraid I’m gonna need you to guide me around it...”

“Y’know you could as well just say you want to hang out with me...”

“Corpse!” she laughed, her cheeks blushing in embarrassment. 

“Just kidding Y/N” he chuckled at her reaction. “Of course I’m gonna guide you, don’t worry.”

“Okay then...” she said after a moment, looking at the screen again. “I’ll be there in a few minutes. Will you send me the code, please?”

“Sure I will, Y/N” 

“Okay. See you later, partner” she smiled brightly. 

“See you, partner.” 

When Y/N ended the call, Corpse let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He sighed in relief and ran a hand through his hair, before moving to sit behind his desk.

It was only after he started the stream that he realized he was blushing. Not only because Y/N would join them, but because there was also another thing he wanted to ask her about, but didn’t find the courage to yet... 

***

By the time Y/N turned on her computer and started the game, Corpse has already sent her the code, and there was a Discord invite waiting for her as well. She bit her lip nervously as her heartbeat quickened. 

Was she nervous? As hell. 

She did everything she could to avoid being in unnecessary spotlight since she started receiving those hate messages. Perhaps escaping the problem wasn’t the best solution, but it definitely was a comfortable one. People wouldn’t have a reason to hate on her if she disappeared. 

But then she couldn’t say no to Corpse. And truth to be said - she really missed playing with her friends. From what she’d seen on Twitter, the lobby would be filled with those she’d already played with, so she wasn’t that nervous before the game. What she was nervous about though, was how people would react.

Accepting Corpse’s request was something she did due to the sudden rush of courage. And now there was no coming back.

She knew Corpse would understand if she changed her mind... but she heard how excited he was when she had agreed. She couldn’t do it to him. 

So, once she’d taken a deep breath and put her headphones on, Y/N accepted the invite and braced herself for the inevitable chaos that was bound to take place in the call. She decided to wait with joining the lobby though - at least until they realize she’s with them. 

“..the fuck you’re talking about?!” Felix’s voice was the first thing she heard, which made her roll her eyes with a smile. “It’s not my fault I sound like that! At least I don’t have a liar voice like Rae!” 

“HEY!” the girl yelled “I don’t have a liar voice!”

“You do, you’re using it even now!” Jack argued, much to Rae’s dismay. 

“What is going on here” Corpse’s deep voice sounded out suddenly. 

“Oh, you’re here! Finally” Sykkuno immediately welcomed him with his always happy voice. 

“Yeah, sorry that I’m late guys.”

“No worries, man” Pewdiepie spoke up again. “We were just talking about playing the voice card and that you’re basically the only one who can do it.” 

“Not fair at all!” Rae chimed in, making Corpse chuckle. 

“The voice card...” he hummed after a moment, before adding. “I wouldn’t really say I’m the only one though...”

“Well who else then? Everyone else either starts laughing or have a liar voice” Dave asked, and Rae scoffed at the last words.

“Well what about my guest?”

Y/N inhaled sharply, realizing that now she should probably reveal herself. 

“Oh, right! Who you’re bringing man?” Sean asked with curiosity.

That’s when Y/N typed in the game code, and her white astronaut appeared in the lobby. 

“Wait, who’s- HOLY SHIT” Sean all but yelled, when realization hit him. Y/N laughed loudly at his reaction, and her voice only seemed to prove to everyone that she really was there. 

“KIDDO WHAT THE FUCK” Felix reflected Jack’s response, yelling over his friend.

“Oh my god, hi!”

“What a surprise!” Y/N managed to catch Sykkuno’s words. “It’s so amazing to have you here, Y/N/N!” 

“As I live and breathe.” another voice spoke up, and Toast’s little astronaut came face to face with her white bean. “My lifelong nemesis. Back here snap my neck again, huh?”

“Yeah, happy to hear you too, Toast” Y/N giggled at his words, then she adressed the whole group. “Hi guys.”

“Okay I did not expect that in the slightest” Sean laughed happily “You’re here kiddo!” 

“I am” she smiled from ear to ear, even though they couldn’t see her. 

“Wait- Corpse, is that the thing you had to take care of?” her best friend asked Corpse with suspicious voice. 

“Well...” he trailed off and cleared his throat, making everyone laugh.

“That’s so great Y/N! We missed you so much!” Rae thundered over the bickering of the boys. “The game hasn’t been the same without you...”

“Agreed. I suddenly stopped dying.” Toast commented, making her roll her eyes with a laugh. 

“I don’t know if I should be happy or fucking scared right now.” Felix laughed nervously. “With Corpse and Y/N? We’re fucked now, guys.”

“I promise I’ll go easy on you, I haven’t played in so long I think I forgot all my strategies...” 

“Yeah, sure.” Toast’s forever suspicious voice made her smile wider. “Just don’t kill me in the first roung, okay? I won’t vote you off just stay the fuck away from me you little murderer.” 

“Okay, I promise I won’t kill you...” 

She couldn’t stop herself from laughing, and the smile remained on her face even when they started the game. It only seemed to widen, when she saw the sign Imposter on her screen. 

Only to giggle hysterically when she realized that Toast was the other imposter...

And so the game went on with Y/N and Toast cooperating like perfect serial killers. Corpse did as he promised and guided her through the map, both of them being closely followed by Sykkuno. Because of that she’d just sabotage the map most of the time to give Toast opportunities to kill their friends, but eventually managed to sneak out when her two fellow crewmates were doing their tasks. It just so happen that Pewds was walking past her, and she might’ve accidentally snapped his neck... 

“Goddamnit! I knew it! I fucking knew it was you!” Sean yelled once the game was over and Y/N saw the sign VICTORY on her screen, her small character standing next to Toast’s one. He was ejected at some point because Poki managed to walk in on him killing Rae, but Y/N remained undetected until the very end. Perhaps the fact that Corpse was one of the two crewmates who were left alive had something to do wtih it...

“That was rude” Pewds said in a whiny voice, clearly referring to their encounter which led to his death. “I was just happily walking around, doing my tasks like a good crewmate, and then boom! Y/N happened” 

“I would say I’m sorry... but I’m really not” she laughed, making Felix gasp in shock.

“That’s what happens when you work with Toast!” 

“Good game, Y/N. That was amazing” the man in question said appreciatively. 

“Will you finally forgive me for killing you that one time if I say that being imposters with you was cool?” she laughed nervously. 

“Actually... Yeah, I guess we can bury the hatchet now. AND we should team up more in the future.”

“Great!” 

“Excuse me, what?” Corpse’s voice made the whole lobby laugh. “I don’t remember us cancelling our partnership, Y/N.”

“Corpse...” 

“Are you trying to steal my accomplice from me Toast?” 

“Well she’s a great partner in crime after all...” Toast deliberately used the phrase, making Corpse gasp.

“Hey! She’s my partner! Find yourself your own, Toast” Corpse joked, making Y/N laugh bashfully, her cheeks warming up at his words. 

“Yeah yeah, I remember, don’t worry man. No one’s gonna take your partner in crime away from you...” Toast’s teasing voice made them all laugh, Corpse and Y/N included. 

For the next few rounds Y/N played as a crewmate, running around the map with either Corpse or Sykkuno and doing her tasks. During meetings they joked and laughed, and for a moment, she stopped thinking about what people watching her friend’s streams might think about her presence. After all, there was at least a small chance that they didn’t think about it at all, and simply enjoyed watching their favoirte youtubers. Just as she enjoyed playing with her friends. 

Oh, and by the way, Corpse kept his promise and didn’t kill her even when she was the last player alive...

It was soon time when everyone started slowly leaving the lobby, having played for over three hours. Y/N also said her goodbyes to the others and promised that she’d join them to play a game called Raft next week. 

When she turned her computer off and threw herself on her bed, Y/N immediately grabbed her phone to call Corpse. He answered right away. 

“Well hello, partner...” she rolled her eyes with a smile when he accented the last word. “Or should I say, traitor, instead?” 

“Corpse... you know I would never betray you...” 

“Well how can I be so sure, now that I know how cool it is to be imposters with Toast?” she knew he was joking, she could almost hear the smile in his voice.

“Not nearly as cool as it is with you, Corpse” Y/N grinned from ear to ear when Corpse scoffed. 

“I spare your life so many times and that’s what I get in return? You cheat on me with Toast?” he said in disbelief “I’m disappointed, Y/N, I really am.”

“I would never!” she laughed through her words, even though her cheeks were now red because of Corpse’s words. “You’re the best partner in crime, Corpse, I wouldn’t trade you for anyone else!” 

Not only in the game, she thought.

“Hmm, alright. Let’s say I believe you.” he said after a moment of thinking. 

“I mean it, Corpse...” Y/N said after calming down from her laughter. “I... I really wanted to thank you.”

“Thank me? For what?” he asked, genuinely surprised. 

“Well, first of all for inviting me to today’s game... I really had lots of fun, it was great to play and talk with the others. And I wouldn’t be in the lobby if not for you...” Y/N mumbled, before verbalizing her previous thoughts. “And I also wanted to thank you for just... you know... being my friend. My real life partner in crime. I just wanted you to know I’m really glad I met you...” 

Corpse was silent for a good few moments, and Y/N started panicking that maybe she said something wrong, or maybe he found her spontaneous confession funny, or worse, dumb. She was almost ready to somehow laugh it all off, when his voice cut her off.

“Thank you, Y/N. It really means a lot to me too.” he sounded like he had some troubles with speaking, which made Y/N furrow her brows in worry.

“Is everything okay, Corpse?” 

“Yeah, I...” he stuttered, then laughed nervously. “I just didn’t expect that and... yeah. It’s not something I hear on a daily basis, especially from someone like you.”

Someone like me? 

 “But what you said... it’s mutual.” he said after a moment, and Y/N couldn’t stop herself from grinning like an idiot. “You’re the best partner in crime I could ask for. And not only in the game.” 

She could as well just pass out there and there...

“So uhm... there was one thing I wanted to ask you...”

“Yeah?”

“I was wondering if maybe... you know, if you’d have some time... and if you’d want to of course... would you maybe like to visit me here in San Diego?”

Yeah, passing out seems like a good idea. 

***

This is not the last part. 

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[my-darling-boy]

how do you do your photo sessions? is it just you and your camera or is someone else taking photos ? theyre all so cool and im rlly curious as to how you do it !!!!!!

I’m so glad someone finally asked this, I was just talking about this with someone and honestly it is SO funny.

The trick is: as long as you’ve got a camera, luck, and at least one tripod—along with understanding of some basic photography and a good imagination—you can do a LOT. I’m known for having whacky set ups! My sister helps me with them when I can’t do them all myself and let me tell you, we’ve come up with some weird things. I’ve been teaching my sister what I know about photography and film over the years, so she’s been a big help getting my own photos done, and in return I do ones for her.

In most of my photos, I’m in the bathroom. I don’t care what you think you see, I’m probably in the bathroom. Bathrooms have great lighting most of the time, and our bathroom has a skylight which is great natural lighting. If you don’t have access to a lot of professional lighting, setting up rigs in front of windows is great. I love using everyday objects and making them look ambiguous to suit my needs for a different object. My “halo” is literally a paper plate. I’m wearing a pillowcase. I set up the camera, my sister just had to check my positioning and lighting and click the button since I don’t have a remote.

Again, I am in the bathroom. I’m still sitting on top of a counter. This one, we stacked some boxes haphazardly and put our lighting on top, which is usually this really bright survivalist lantern. I also taped a clip lamp to a tripod. My sister was standing on the opposite bathroom counter. It was so hot in there so I was in shorts and thigh highs, but you wouldn’t know that just by the photo

I was in my bedroom for this one! A couple of tripods, an edited background, and a suggestive expression was all I needed to make this look like the Lieutenant and I were having a Good Time in his trench lodgings. If you don’t have an actual historical object like a swagger stick, a wooden spoon with a thimble on the end works too (as I found out). If you get creative enough, there are tons of objects and clothing you can fake. And yes my phone mount for the tripod is literally a macaron box I fashioned to hold my phone

This is a great example of knowing how to frame your subject. We loved the treeline in the back garden because it resembled being out in nature, but we have a rather unattractive space out there surrounding it. To solve this, I got up on a high stool and my sister knelt down below and shot the photo from the nearer the ground. You would never know just out of frame was a garage, a trash heap, a shed, a truck, and other suburban houses.

I’ll let you take a guess as to where I’m at for this one.... yes it’s the bathroom again. This time I’m by this awkward corner on the floor near the tub. We stacked a hamper on top of the tub and rolled some foam into a cone to direct lighting from a phone and lantern at my face. There was no angle to take the photo without running into the tub or shower so my sister had to take it in the tub. My knees and abs were killing me cos I had to half-kneel for the position, and strain my eyes to look up. There was also a low tripod behind me to drape my “mantle” over to keep it from falling flat against my back.

I don’t even know how to explain this one and I couldn’t even fit it all in the drawing. We got in front of the downstairs window, hung the same white bedsheet I use so much from the ceiling, I knelt on a chair, and I set up the tripod just out of frame in that drawing. We basically gathered every lamp we could reasonably put in the window sill and took the shades off two tall lamps or optimal lighting. I taped bee magnets to my skin. The “clouds” are actually just pulled apart cotton balls taped to a straw and held in various positions in front of the lens. Perfect perspective play.

An honourable mention was my audio set up for my October ghost video.

I don’t have professional audio equipment aside from a Yeti mic, so we had to get creative with how we would get the mic close enough to the subject. Yes, that is a tripod duct taped to another tripod and counter weighted by a bag of books. My mic is literally screwed into a socket it’s not supposed to even be in on the end of the tripod and the cord for it wouldn’t reach the couch to my laptop so I had to stack a stool on a chair next to this incredible contraption with the laptop on top so it could reach. How this entire thing did not collapse at any point is beyond me. (Can you tell I love tape and lamps?)

For photo editing programs, I hate editing on the computer and I will eat my own shoes before I give Adobe any of my money, so I use Enlight and Afterlight 2 from the App Store on my phone, and also FaceTune for certain face corrections. Afterlight 2 has a filter called “Himalaya” which is VERY similar to how 1880s-1920s photos looked and the app has plenty of dust overlays to make your photo look old. Enlight I use for broader ranges of image correction and background editing. Some examples of old photos I’ve done with a combination of those apps:

My sister and I are very resourceful and creative whenever we do these things. I don’t have any formal training in photography, I just have a vision of what I want and I try to do what I can to achieve it. I’ve had photographers with masters degrees in photography tell me it’s astounding I’ve been able to achieve photo results that rival their own with what limited resources I had while they had access to everything under the sun at their uni.

In short, all I really do is pull out my camera and some tripods and other makeshift items with a photoset in my mind, and sometimes I burst into my sister’s room standing like “hi welcome to chili’s” if I need some assistance