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violetbmuse · 1 year ago

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Written in Telegram 10/10/2023

Marla. This who I most resonate with at this point on my journey. Thanks Tyler.

If I made this statement to the entirety of random people who I've let into my life since social media's INCEPTION, what would they each think?

Eye MUSE.

Independently. In assessment. About HOW I ACTUALLY WAS.

Ya know, MY MENTAL WELL BEING.

Those who actually know who Marla is, and depending on their INNERstanding of Fight Club's Higher Esoteric layers, each would have their own take away as to whether I was mentally stable at this point.

I get that. I truly do.

STILL, do not give one 🕊️ flying fuck.

How

Does

That

Make

You

FEEL

????

That eye BEE the perceived lunatic to any who encounter me Now. I'm different. Darker.

Where did The Cosmic Mama go?!?!

👽

Will she ever return? Will this foul creature, this mad Kraken Beast goes awayyyy??

I was (still am beyond the violet rage) nicer.

What a wonderful place to be withIN my own INNER PEACE & OUTER EXISTENCE.

In ease. Not dis eased.

Two 🐝 BEE *that* aligned with Go(o)d and what is RITE for me feels incredible.

No other is supposed to get MY sacred journey with Creati9n. That is Mine, dummies. Not your biz at all, ya sea? I swim places y'all won't go cause ya won't go through the warren 🐰 of collective * personal Shadow.

That happens First. It takes a big ass mirror 🪞 to show you the realITy of the LI(f)E you live.

Wake the fuck up, Alice. 🧝

I WILL continue to create chaos and havoc in the lives of others around me as I continue to unravel the collective conditioning and its clutching tendrils, through my own shadow reckoning. I had to face the stuff I didn't wanna see, and face the consequences. The Wyrk is intense.

As eye do my deeper Wyrk, I sea and counter the spell. Brainwash mysELF back to

Divine 💙 Blue 🔵 Print

And HERe I sit, watching as the system I work my ass.off.to.get.free.from....THEY continue to co-sign and comply with. CONsent to. 🙃

I can't even pretend it isn't agonizing every damn day.

Sew.

I ain't looking to get back into your filthy beast system. I'll stay feral and repulsive. Deeply aligned with Go(o)Dness and the Mother. SHE provides.

Green paper 💵 in a materialistic world can make things like having a phone to write my musings into ...easier. So exchanging some quartz I've foraged for a little cash 💰 connects me. To y'all. Otherwise. Oh. I'd be SO Go(o)d with NO phone at this point. For a while.

But even that ain't necessary. Folks barter more and more.

🕊️ I live free. Wanna be freer every day. Don't care if you don't agree with HOW.

8 years nomadic worn, has only brought forth MORE of my own inner Morrigan. She's repulsed by stupid humanity wanting to remains tuck under the spells of evil magicians. Imprisoned.

My innocent, pure hearted self seas the highest potential always. The untainted virgin.

My holy mother who LOVES AND HOLDS THEM ALL SEW FUCKING MUCH EVERY MOMENT, WYRKING ONLY FOR A WYRLD WHERE THEY WILL BE TEULY FREE....weeps. As they all wish I'd be someone easier to manage and understand again. Miss and love y'all. 👁️

My whore self tho? Nah. Fuck all y'all bitches.

I've been it, seen it, survived it. Been fucked deep in this life. I'm hardened. And soft. Both.

Eden is real. I'm IN it. Living it. It's for you too.

Get off your asses and fight for YOURS.

THAT'S WHY THE HOLY TROUBLE MAKERS ARE HERE. What did you think angelics looked like, really? FFS. You're living in a self.imposed HELL PIT!

You're the fucking change. Where is your flaming, ragey s/word of righteous indignation being directed? Warrior?

Beating up your nearest and dearest? As you feel the undertow of the world around you that you're not doing a damn thing to change?

I PUSH ...FOR YOU To find the places where Programming and indoctrination ALSO kept me bound within a domed, limited conscious awareness.

You magnetized me to YOU. To sea where you're stuck. 🪞 That's why it seems I piss you off by simply stating a damn different opinion than your collective agreement to a program.

But it ain't just me. Others like me are everywhere. We made us. Summoned the Olde Ones who now gotta bring Holy Fyr and be means. Sew many of us are HERe now. And we pissed. You. Gotta. Become. The. Hero.

It ✨ STARts at bEarth.

Wyrd. Doctrine. BeLIEf.

Filth. Designed to make us feel LESS.

We are EQUAL IN OUR DIVINITY.

I've become someone deplorable to them, you. All.

I won't go back to being less than I am now.

Until all those who are left behind and fallen through the cracks are raised and loved. We must beCome MORE Loving, not less.

This is who I'm to be now.

For MY Soul lesson plan.

I don't know yours! I'm HERe to bring down the Roman empire. Back to complete freedom for all. Nothing less is acceptable.

Pick a team? Fuck y'all.

Trump. Q. Kennedy. Musk. Love em all, or their versions, they're amazing portals to UNRAVEL PROGRAMMING and learn INCREDIBLE discernment skills. Thank you! But I don't know nor care to know any of these MF'ers. Personally.

Nah. They're illusion. Masked persona. And thinking a materialistic based name or lineage means a thing in the spirit realm is folly. Eye dew trust fEELs tho. Slimy places tell me. Or they do GNO(t). I allow for it all to be true, while beLIEving nothing to be true out any other's mouth. I do me. I trust me.

I love who I am. This is who I reMain.

I'll come into your world. I'll visit.

But plz know, due to YOUR unresolved shadow as to why YOU CONSCIOUSLY CHOOSE TO STAY IN A BEAST SYSTEM...

and the fact YOU had to ask someone to limit their words to what makes you feel comfortable....well...that's okay. 👍

I get that. You can ask.

I'll even do it, tone it down, while I'm there. Around you.

Briefly.

🔥 Til my Soul wails 🐳 from having to hold back my own contribution, not to convince, but xpress. That's all. One more equally valid, and ALSO DIVINE perspective to consider. If you feel it's *too much* for another to

...speak ...their...truth...

that's not mine, Jack. Allllll yours. I don't do that.

Everyone's perspective is sought and welcomed for equal consideration. I'm not that easily influenced by the words of others. Words and fiery discussion do not frighten me. I feast with the deplorables. And THAT IS how I know I'm okay. On my own right side, what's rite for me.

ANYONE is welcome at my table. 💞

☀️ I LOVE THAT FUCKING BIG.

Any

Mother

Fucking

One

Bring it.

We roll.

I'm Go(o)d.

I left the matrixed world with intention, and the vagabonds, criminals, and junkies...the social pariahs and outcasts, have HELD ME as I've roamed ♾️ 8 ♾️ years without one physical hOMe. Changed.

Some same broken. I say Ree bEarthed 💀

The FREE kin who I seek counsel (save a few Northern Warriors from the Tundra) and spend the majority of the time ARE THOSE FOLKS SNEER AT.

I don't tell others what they can or cannot say. Say it.

It's welcome.

If YOU tell me what I can't say, be sure I'll be saying it LOUDER and with an ever more clear and purified channel ELSEWHERE outside your presence.

I built 17 🌪️ Starr Gates in the past few weeks since I said fuck FB and Insta.

Been reclusing. Looking for a place to write. To channel. To let Wyrd flow.

Which brings me to the point of the wind 🌬️ blowing in 🌿 ☀️ 🍀 and through me HERe.

The Wyz danced with the pups earlier, delighting in AI picking the EXACT songs for his spiritual lesson of the moment.

We shared a bowl of resin, we live moment to moment. He shares his disability check with me when I move in deep channel. I'm shit for the Earth plane(t) when I fly with the Holy Ghost. SHE and eye do a delicious dance as One. ⭕

💰 is tight. But a Wyz will scratch up some celebratory Go(o)ds. We smoke MOTHER'S Medicine when we can. Tobacco to Canna to Sassafras. 🌿

♾️8♾️

year

Anniversary

ShanZa

Merlin and Morgana

Zues and Hera

Hades and Persephone / Hecate

Harry and Hermione

Stevie and Lindsey

Zena and Hercules

We dew different WYRK on different planes.

I told him, apparently Elvis lives in Benton Arkansas and is a preacher. We live in OZ, on the ARK too. Neighbors with Elvis!

Also told him I played the link 🔗 of this ELVIS GUY doing said sermon, and my takeaway?

I'd listen to him, this WYZARD, the One Rite HERe IN OZ 🌪️~ that I GNO and fEEL into, speak HIS DraGon FyR s/Word 🗡️ when that RIGHTEOUSNESS OF GOD moves through him....any.fuckin.day.

Over Elvis.

Wut. 😂

Truth!! He MUves my Fyr.

The system has been no friend of his. His truth and Fyr and pure. When he stomps his 🦶 it is felt deep in the Soul. The wrongdoings.

I've loved him as MUSE and best friend for ♾️8♾️ years.

He is beyond any word. He just is. Wyzard is too miniscule a description for his medicine. Mirror. Unwavering in rite natural law. Free Will for all. 💞

10/10/2105 I sent 📤 him a random message on FB.

I was 10 months in to giving everything I owned away to live nomadically. Done with matrix.

Now, we hang about Oz.

He moves nomadically as well.

We Nest HERe n tHERe. Mama provides.

And this. I'm doing all this online creation stuff.

17 new lands I've visited.

I BEE Creatrix.

Building. More.

When I build, Go(o)d guides and I just flow.

I'm doing a thing. A Lone. 🐺 A-wa/ereWolf 🐺

Still Cosmic Mama 💞 and more. Not sorry.

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q-gorgeous · 5 years ago

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idk how long ago it was that i posted my last post but i spent like 20 more minutes going through old fb messages and getting angry at them sgdvh

the first relationship i was ever in i kept it secret cuz i didnt think i was allowed to date and when i told one of my friends that me and first ex were dating i guess the friend got mad and so she stole our stuff when she slept over

and then i got mad, we got our stuff back, and me and her still proceeded? to talk to each other? even tho i didnt wanna hang out or be around her? idk why we kept talking

and then when we started high school she like thought i was not friend and tried to grab my hood or something and i almost smacked her and THEN i proceeded to send her a long angry message on fb ranting about the whole situation

when me and first ex broke up summer of 2017 tho - ok im interrupting myself apparently before this i also vented to her about another situation after we werent friends anymore so idek what was going on

i just seem to have wierd moments where i wanna message her. i kinda want to again now that ive been reading old messages uhsdhjnk

no like, idk. im just thinking rn. i dont have all my best friends that i used to have anymore and one of those times i talked to her again she told me to try branching out because i still had all the same friends and now i have none of them and i havent made a whole lot of new friends since high school. idk where i was going with this

i just kinda wanna message her and tell her that im happy. i just wanna be like yo this is how im doing and gush about person cuz we used to talk about crushes together and also she wont know them which idk why im just super awkward. i mean im sure people know who im talking about anyways subhj idk im bad at feelings so itd just be easier

tonights a wierd night idk

i just realized i dont think wait no idk nvm i cant remember okay im just gonna sleep i still have done anything i just spent 15 more minutes thinking and talking

#gorgi #i was gonna say i dont think ive been thinking about #not friend as much lately #and then i remembered i had #a dream about her the other night #so idk #either its better than normal besides that #or i just cant remember #maybe i just miss the nostalgia #wish them feelings would go awayyyy #ok sleep #edit #i was gonna redact part of that #because fear #but uh #maybe not fear #go away fear

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gaysimpsstuff · 4 years ago

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Could I get a Hawks in his rut headcanon?

No problem, Anon! I’m sorry this took so long, I wanted it to be perfect since I really like thinking about Hawks’ avian traits, and I know people really like it too. I hope it’s good!

Hawks Rut Headcannons

Genre: fluff, smut

Type: headcannons (so... many... headcannons)

Warnings: animal traits, Keigo being possessive af, the commission being assholes, sickness, food, breeding kink, lots of horny times

Other: most of this is based off of real research, but some of it also comes from personal preference. @keilemlucent and their fic Best Nest very much inspired many other headcannons, check them outI They’re one of my favorite creators, and the linked fanfic is one of my favorites! Hope it’s okay I tagged you here lmao

NSFW Taglist: @smolchildfangirl @combat-wombatus @mandalorian-baby-bird @waffleareniceandfluffy (Lemme know if you wanna be added to or removed from the Taglist)

Remember to check if requests are open before sending in a request. This was made while requests were still open.

Pre-Rut Behaviors

Grooming and Preening

Before his rut, Keigo starts to feel dirty. He just seems to accumulate more dust and dirt during hero work than usual. He’ll come back home grumbling about blood in his hair and little bits of concrete in/on his skin.

He will insist you clean him off. So you get to brush his hair, put creams on his face, and wash him off in the shower.

Finally, there’s the preening. If he lets you preen his wings, then you know he’s in it for life. He loves and trusts you with everything he has.

Expect him to press his nose against yours a lot.

Possessiveness and Protection

You’ll notice he gets more clingy, more possessive of you. He gets really controlling in the days leading up to his rut, so you’ll be annoyed a l o t.

Just text all your friends and family that you’ve been swamped at work, it’d be a little weird to say “hey guys, sorry I can’t hang out, my boyfriend’s horomones are crazy right now and he gets really insecure if I so much as exist near anyone but him.”

You would come home from work and he’s already on you, sniffing your body to see who you’ve been around, and to see if any of them were attracted to you at all.

If he had any kind of sneaking suspicion that anyone posed a threat, he’s literally laying on you and rolling on top of you to try and get his scent on you. Even if no one will smell it except him, he’s gonna do it.

He’s so protective of you, and if something tiny hurts you or makes you upset...

He.

Is.

Angry.

Someone was rude to you? He’s screaming at them.

Someone tries to hurt or touch you? You’ve got to hold him back to stop him from ripping that person apart limb from limb.

All that x100 when he’s approaching his rut.

One person accidentally bumps into you? He takes it as passive aggressiveness even if they’re very apologetic about it.

You stub your toe on a table? He’s smashed the table and burnt it then thrown the ashes in the ocean.

If you’re sad about something he can’t beat up, he feels horrible. He’s not the best at comforting people, so he’s just grabbing onto you and not letting go, telling you how much he loves and cares for you, and just how amazing you make his life feel.

If you don’t give him enough attention, he gets really huffy, and it gets worse leading up to his rut.

You lifted your hands from his head to reach for your buzzing phone? He’s already whining and pouting and begging you to give him more head-pats again.

Nesting

He’ll leave hints asking for you to make a nest, usually saying things like “Our bed needs some changing, don’t you think?” “Don’t you wish our space was more personalized?”

If you don’t get the hint, he’ll be very sad, and he thinks you’re rejecting him. So you’d better be good at reading into things and realizing he’s approaching mating season and wants you to build a nest.

He comes home one day and sees you piled blankets, pillows, and dirty clothes in the living room, sprayed with his cologne and you’re cologne and/or perfume. He pulls you into his arms and spins around with you, giggling and laughing.

He’s so happy you made a nest for the two of you.

He starts putting pretty shiny things he likes around the nest. Your toothbrush went missing and you found it in the mountain that was your nest.

Once, you were in desperate need of a clean shirt, and the only clean shirt you could find was in the nest. So you picked it up to put it on, and two seconds later, Keigo was in front of you, hands in your shirt, staring at you with such a fierce intensity, you felt almost like a villain.

He was very mad at you for taking things from your shared nest.

He leaves feathers all around the penthouse, but they’re all piled mostly around the nest, they’re for your protection so don’t try and throw them away.

Noises

He also gets really noisy, so he’ll be ‘singing’ and squawking and cooing constantly. He feels really bad about it so he might get you some noise-blocking headphones for when he’s screeching into the sky in the dead of night about how “THIS IS MY FUCKING TERRITORY Y’ALL MOTHERFUCKERS STAY AWAYYYY!”

You really think bird’s springtime songs are about love? Nah he’s mostly screaming about how he’s gonna fuck his partner and how the neighborhood practically belongs to him.

Someone called the police once, tired of all the shouting, but the officers backed off when they saw who was doing all the shouting. Most of your neighbors are used to the screaming during early spring.

Rut End-game

On the third and second to last day before his rut, he gets a sudden burst of energy and an increased appetite. He refuses to eat anything unless you’ve made it though, so let’s best hope you can cook at least a little.

When he was younger, his hungry times before his rut were spent either eating anything and everything he can get his hands on. The commission broke that behavior very quickly though, so he’d starve himself before his rut, which would result in him getting very sick from a lack of energy and sustenance. That plus the extreme arousal was a recipe for pain and suffering.

So when you noticed he suddenly stopped eating, you insisted on making food for him, telling him that you wouldn’t let him go hungry ever. That was the first rut in years that didn’t feel like torture.

You’re cooking almost all the time, and he’s constantly eating everything you give him, running around from room to room while he waits for his next meal. He’s basically a hobbit.

In the last day or two before his rut, he suddenly has no energy, and starts getting hot and cold flashes. He’s sniffling, curled up in your shared nest, dirty tissues surrounding him. He comes in and out of consciosness, and when he’s awake, he’s whining and complaining about exhaustion and aches.

Physical Changes

Most of these happen in the last few days leading up to his rut, so it’ll be very sudden. These physical changes is what causes the extreme hunger and sickness.

His feathers darken several shades, and they become super sensitive. They also seem to grow in size, so when you cuddle, you’re smothered by them more than usual.

He also gains an extra couple inches in height, so expect some teasing now that he’s just that little bit taller. His hair also gets thicker and stronger, that’s so you can pull on it when he fucks you.

His nails get longer and darker, and they’re impossible to file or cut. So when he holds you and touches you, he often scratches you on accident. He’s really apologetic about it, but honestly you could totally paint his nails and pretend they’re acrylics if you’re into that.

His teeth get sharper, and he starts biting you just for fun. Bites your finger, hand, wrist, neck, even your nose. He underestimated just how strong his teeth are, and he made you bleed first time he bit you.

His whole body is very sensitive, so head-pats, back rubs, wings, and even his touching his feet can get him to the verge of cumming.

his tongue is longer, and it’s a whole lot stronger. He could probably carry a full plastic water bottle with his tongue (which isn’t a lot, but for a tongue it’s very much a lot).

His voice drops a whole octave and a half- mans is sounding almost like Corpse now. Maybe Markiplier? Anyways, if you’ve got a voice kink, you’re in luck

His dick changes too, it gets bigger, and he grows a lump at the base of it, between his shaft and balls. His balls get smaller until they’re barely noticable beneath what he calls him ‘knot.’

His eyes become sharper too, so don’t try and hide anything from him.

Rut (MAJOR NSFW)

Everyone already knows Keigo has a breeding kink, but he hasn’t brought it up with you until now. It just kind of- happens. As he’s drilling into you, he suddenly starts blabbering about fucking a kid into you, and how hot you’d look all round with his kids. Might be a little weird for those of you who physically cannot give birth to children (my lovely AMABS and infertile AFABS).

He can’t control it, so it’s especially weird if you don’t even want kids. If you can get pregnant, you’d better double check that you’re taking your birth control. And get to know some good clinics just in case.

However, if you do want kids, if you want to start a biological family woth Keigo, fuck. You will not be able to handle his happiness and horniness in that moment when you beg him to get you pregnant.

He is going to mark you up. Hickies, bruises, hand prints, bite marks, plus his scent. He needs everyone to know that you are his. He wants to claim you, make sure you know you belong to him. No one else can have you but him.

Halfway through your fuckfest, he starts making animalistic noises. He’s growling, roaring, whining, chirping, etc. This is around the time when he stops thinking about you, so he’ll really rough you up during this phase.

This man was a virgin before you, so this is also the first rut he’s ever going to have with another person, so he’ll hold himself back a lot. He needs you to reassure him at every step, tell him how good you feel, how you want him to fuck you, how not only are you okay with him going all out, you want him too.

Did he just cum? You think you’re finished? HA! No way in fucking hell is he finished after one, two, five, ten... so many rounds. He just keeps going and going and going and how the fuck is he still hard? He cums so fucking quickly, so much, and then keeps going.

When he finally does go soft, his whole personality changes. it’s like he didn’t just fuck you stupid. He immediately goes into ‘protect’ mode, which includes cuddles, him spoon-feeding you, petting you like a dog, and singing to you.

He puts the nest near a window so he can keep an eye out for possible threats. Just like “gotta keep mate safe. Is that the mailman? NO FUCK NO GET OUT OF HEREEEE!”

One moment, he’s fucking you, and the next he’s leaning halfway out the window, screaming at some poor dude walking his dog. Remember, he’s still naked. You learned your lesson after that and kept the windows locked, and warned the neighbors to stay out of sight of the window, at least for the time being.

You’re going to feel very dirty, because he does not want you cleaning off the sweat, cum, and tears from your body. He likes that you smell like him, and you washing it off makes him feel rejected.

He��s going to break a lot of things, so move pictures and vases into another room and lock the fuck out of that room. Or else he will break all of it.

He thinks any clothes you’re wearing are mocking him, so wear clothes you hate when his rut starts, then get used to being naked for a couple days.

Oh yeah, his whole rut lasts one to five days. He’s fucking you for about three days on average.

He fucks you until you faint, and then keeps going until he’s out of ‘fuck’ mode and into ‘protect’ mode. A few times, he fucked you unconscious in the middle of the afternoon and then kept fucking you until the sun rose.

Yeah, he’s got that much energy.

Don’t worry, during the whole time, he lets out pheromones with a strong vanilla-chocolaty scent that keeps your body and mind relaxed.

There’ve been times when he’s just fucking into you and your water bottle is just out of reach.

During his rut, he has no shame. Let’s hope your walls are soundproofed, or else your neighbors will all know how he fucks you.

He will not restrain you or hurt you in any way during his rut. So no degredation, no collars or chains, the only thing keeping you in the nest is his weight on top of you.

He gets upset if you try to touch yourself, things it’s you trying to tell him that he’s not satisfying you enough.

He wants you to cum as many times as him, which is difficult because of his increased sensitivity, so he’s using every skill he knows to get you cumming again and again and again.

Most of the time, he’s going hard, rough, and spilling absolute filth from his cock and mouth, but in the last few hours of his rut, he suddenly gets emotional.

He’s rocking up against you, holding you close to his body and blabbering about you

How much he loves you

How good you make him feel

How he wouldn’t want anyone else by his side for his rut

How you’re his mate for life

How he’ll protect you and keep you safe.

Please be gentle with him, he’s very vulnerable near the end of his rut, and he’ll cry very easily.

When he’s nearing his last load, he makes out with you sloppily, trying to talk as he shoves his tongue down your throat.

He finishes off by pushing his knot all the way inside you, and stays there for an hour.

This is the softest moment, and he’s covering your body in kisses.

His knot pushes these small eggs inside you, and you have the lovely job of pushing them all out the next day.

Post Rut

When his knot deflates, he finally pulls out and starts cleaning you off.

He’ll carry you around and finally gives you a bath, constantly making sure you’re okay.

He’ll give you lots of massages and he’ll cook for you. He’s constantly thanking you for helping him, telling you he didn’t deserve it.

Just kiss him on the cheek, tell him you had fun, and that you love him so very very much.

He needs the most reassurance now than ever before.

He’s also very tired, so you’ll be taking care of each other.

Then his ‘post-rut’ resets, and he sleeps for hours.

Then he gets super hungry, and the two of you make huge meals and just kinda binge eat for a day or two.

Then his physical changes go back to normal, and you have a happy lil bird boy who simps for you so hard

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carrotmakar · 4 years ago

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Welcome to new york - okay this song is a bop!!!!! Like i’ve literally replayed it like four times and that’s why i’m STILL listening to it even though i started listening to the album almost 20 minutes ago <33 someone help me!!! But like actually don’t, because i absolutely love this song!!

Blank space - fun fact, i screamed this song while decorating my christmas tree years ago with some of my old best friends <33 it’s really upbeat and catchy and i was OBSESSED with it when it was on the radio. I stopped listening to it for a long time, but i actually started listening to it recently!!! It’s a really good song and it’s one of those that i’ll probably always dance to if i have the chance!!

Style* - ahahahahahahahaha haylor time <3333 okay all the songs that i’ve been told are about harry i’m going to put a * by so that i know, just to let everyone know why the heck half the album has a * next to it <333 okay i listen to this song like… every day while i’m cleaning so um!! That should tell you something!!! I literally love this song!!!! It will also be one that i’ll forever be dancing to <333 like literally how could i not love this????

Out of the woods* - alrightyyyyy more haylor right awayyyy <333 okay i’m gonna be honest the very FIRST time i ever heard this song, i absolutely couldn’t stand it because of the repetition. But now that i actually listen to more music than just what’s on the radio, i really like it. It’s a really good song. It’s another one that i listen to more often than i probably should, but it’s literally such a good song that i can’t help it. Ahahahahaha this is part of the vehicular manslaughter theory isn’t itttttt. The 20 stitches in a hospital room. Yeahhhh i remember that.

All you had to do was stay* - okay even more haylor apparently!!!! Oh yeah i can see how this could be about harry. It’s a really good song, too. I like how the ‘stay’ does what it does. Okay look, so far, this entire album is full of bops and i could literally dance to all of them. Like this is so great i can’t even… just yeah!!! I’m loving it so far.

Shake it off - ohhhh this song was THE song for so long!! Like everyone sang this!! This was played at school functions!!! It’s really good and luckily i haven’t heard it in FOREVER because at some point it got so overplayed that i couldn’t listen to it anymore fkdjhsak. But it’s a really good song skjdhgksj!!!

I wish you would* - hahahahahah haylor <333 okay this is the first song on the album that i’ve never heard so yeah!! Oh i can definitely see how this is about haylor. Like the interviews where she said that she just wished that he would have shown up at her house? This song hit me like a fucking truck like… holy shit this song is so good. And like i didn’t even know that i CARED about haylor fr but like… my heart just kinda… dropped a bit when i heard the lyrics haha. It’s a really good song though. Like i really like it, it just kinda hurts for ABSOLUTELY NO REASONABLE REASON. LIKE WHAT THE FUCK WHY DOES IT HURT????

Bad blood - ohhhhh i really like this song!! This was another one that was big when it was released as a single. And it’s soooo good. Like i literally STILL scream this song when i’m mad at someone. Like… that’s just how it is sometimes haha. Like literally the other day i was screaming this on the highway because i was hurt so yeah <33 i still listen to this song a lot.

Wildest dreams* (maybe) - okay dude i am absolutely WHIPPED for this song. Like i used to listen to this song EVERY DAY as i waited for the bus. This song was my choice song for my audition for an a cappella group. Like this son was IT for me. And like lowkey it still is. I literally am so in love with this song.

How you get the girl* - haylor <3 okay yet another one i haven’t heard! Hopefully this one doesn’t hurt as bad <3 okay so apparently i lied <3 i’ve heard this song, or at least parts of it. But like i can also see how this could be about h. These all make so much sense and i just- yeah. Okay i like this song. It’s really upbeat and very vibey. That’s how you lost the girl fkjdshafkjhskdj taylor fkdsjahfkjsdh anywho!! Yeah!! It’s really good!!

This love* - haylor <3333 okayyyy i really don’t think that i’ve heard this one!! Oh this is… slow�� is it going to make me sad?? Oh silent screams… that’s… rough… Okay listen i don't know if i find it sad or not but it’s not… happy per se. I do like it though <3

I know places* - haylor <333 okay i like the vibe that i’m getting <33 it’s very nice <33 and like… a little dark if that makes sense? I really like it though <3 in the dead of night, your eyes so green <33 harry <33

Clean* - okay so it’s the next day from ^^ all of those <3 and i um… i’’ve slept so hopefully this will make some sort of sense. Alright it’s like slow, soft, delicate almost. I really like it. It’s nice so far. Oh, the flowers are dying of thirst <3 oh yeah this makes sense when thinking about harry. Yeah, i can see it. <3 i have no FUCKING clue what i’m saying but i do really like the song <3 it’s really like… oh you’re still stuck to me even though you’re gone but maybe i’m finally clean <3 also ik this is part of the vehicular manslaughter thing too and like… yeah alright, we won’t even get into that <3

Wonderland* - alright it seems kinda magical tbh, like the music, the beat, all that good stuff. Oh it got faster. Oh no… not the green eyes being flashed </33 I HATE MYSELF WHY DO I SAY THINGS LIKE THAT <3 okay no this really is a good song. Oh that was a nice beat drop. THE THINGS THAT HER VOICE CAN DO OMG. okay anyway, yeahhhhh it’s a really good song. Also………… haylor is growing on me very much so and i think it’s because of this album, tiktok, and the people on tumblr that literally talk about haylor ALL THE TIME <3

You are in love - alrighty yeah this is a good song. It’s slower than others but it’s still really good. I like it a lot honestly. Okay no this is actually a really good song. Like she just… has a way with making songs so FUCKING good and i just… yeah. <333 this makes me wish that i was in love. True love. <3

New romantics - okay last song on the album, i’ve heard both good and bad things about this song so let’s see how it goes <3 um… this is a really good song. Like it’s vibey and then it gets faster and like… even better. Smh people on tiktok really be lying to me about which songs are bad huh. Okay no i really do like it, though. Like i understand why others might not like it, but i’m really feeling it so <3

#okay most likely the last one of the weekend!!!!!#i really liked it and the haylor ride was... nice <3 #i may have to... indulge i'm not sure <3 #zoey listens to taylor swift

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steveusesfaberge · 6 years ago

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Sunsets Back Home (pt. i)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader

Summary: Billy longs to see a California sunset again, he misses the way the sun kisses the rim of the ocean; how the wind carries salt...how the sand feels. He doesn’t think it can ever be the same now that he’s stuck in the middle of Indiana... But...it seems in his dark days, he’s forgotten that despite where you are...the sun always sets the same. A few hours talking with little miss Y/N and he can’t help but give in to a ridiculous arrangement...too bad she can’t make it happen....or can she?

Type/Style: Imagine, female pronouns

Warning(s): None really...a bit of angst (it’s Billy, c’mon now..)...lots of fluff...and...a hopeful promise to be fulfilled!

Word Count: 7k

a/n: I thought of this on a whim!~ I decided that Hargrove needed a lil’ more love because that boy is....so much more than what people cookie-cut him to be <3 (sorry it’s a bit long, got carrrieddddd awayyyy...<3)

Also...that wink in that gif...hadddd meee weakkkkkkkkk -- WEAK; I say!

Please send requests! I’m excited to write for you all! I have many stories coming out soon, as I’ve got burs/ideas of them written out and ready to be flushed out and made reality! Can’t wait! I wish there was more time in the day..what can ya do? What can you do...<3

Part 1 (you are here) - Part 2 - Part 3

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Most wouldn’t think it, but he liked sunsets. Yes - the Billy Hargrove - enjoyed witnessing the sight of what most would consider; sentimental and considerate. The dance of light finally meeting its downfall finding solace in the horizon and touch of land as a welcoming embrace. Yes, Billy enjoyed them. If you spoke anything about it though - you’d surely never be able to speak again - he’d make sure of it...(that classic Hargrove style of his).

Back in California, he’d drive down the winding roads linning the coast; to one of the many piers, or find a nice, withdrawn, abandoned stretch of beach and watch the sun dip into the water; simmering with the last lights of day. The smell of the ocean, the feeling of sand underfoot, the sounds of tranquility, and the sight of such a beautiful phenomenon...how could one not love it?

He found himself at peace when watching the great ball of flames and gases have its own tragedy - reminding him that everyone and everything has its own weaknesses; its own flaws. Reminding him that even with those flaws, the sun is still able to rise once again - banishing the darkness of night to the corners of the world. An endless, honorable cycle.

He knew that even if his father’s heart was made of what the sun chased away - Billy could still wake up each morning and go on living. Sitting in his bedroom, staring at the ceiling, his mind wandered back to The Golden State.

He had a cigarette hung loosely from the corner of his mouth, one hand on his chest, the other jaded off the side of his bed. He was in a plain, white tank top, accompanied by denim jeans hanging shyly off his hips. His door was shut and there wasn’t anything he wanted to do on this early evening besides brood in his own thoughts and emotions.

Hawkins, Indiana was nothing like California...nothing like it. They didn’t have beaches - not the kind Billy was looking for (lakesides didn’t count, they didn’t carry the same grand-gestures or even the vast mileage of just...ocean). It was drab, cold, and shit always seemed to be lurking around every damn turn. Hawkins didn’t have the same style as Cali either - with its energy, the air of freedom... Here, Billy felt trapped. Suffocated. Alone. Nothing. He felt nothing here.

They say home is where the heart is, but Billy forgot long ago what such a phrase meant. Throughout his years, he found that if you gave away such a vulnerability, you’d only end up stabbing yourself in the back. People were not to be trusted, because they were snakes who had venom dripping down their fingertips, hiding in the grasses ready to strike a weak heart down without a second thought. A handshake was a deathwish, and a smile was worse.

Home is where the heart is - to Billy this meant: you cannot trust anyone, because if home is where the heart is - your heart is in your own goddamn chest -- and who else better to trust than yourself? Yes. That was the motto of a lifetime.

And Hawkins...Hawkins...was not home, to begin with. There was nothing to keep him here (besides...begrudgingly...Max, he knew he wasn’t always kind to her, but...he needed her to learn to never rely on someone else, because it would only end up in tears and disappointment. If she knew how to keep herself guarded and hold a level mind...he’d say success to his job as an older brother). He’d always felt alone, even back home...but...now? Billy had nowhere to go. Nowhere at all. Home being miles away from...here.

There wasn’t a California sunset waiting for him at the end of the road; just some crappy gas station adjacent to downtown Hawkins. At the end of the paved road, all Billy could see was his own violence, longing, frustration...he figured driving slowly would only prolong those feelings within him. So he drove fast. Always, always driving fast. If it was all a blur around him, maybe he’d forget who he was and where he was...

Because God...all he wanted was to be found...maybe if he drove fast enough, wished hard enough...someone would see him. The pitiful man he’d become - and they’d see he needed someone...anyone...just...a hand to hold, a heart to love, and a mind to cherish.

And as they say; (though Billy thinks they say a lot of things...can’t they shut the hell up and mind their own goddamn business?) there is more to life than simply increasing in speed. Billy hoped someone would stop him one day. Ask him why he was driving so recklessly...he’d only ask them a question in return. Did I lose the road yet? If they told him no; he’d sigh. I guess I’ll have to be faster then.

Knock, knock, knock.

It came in threes, followed by a soft, even tone. “Billy...can you take me to El’s house?” Max’s voice was heard from behind the door, only muffled to a slight distortion. He rolled his eyes; he wasn’t doing anything - but...the silence of collecting his own mind was more than enough to be doing for an entire decade. It would keep anyone busy if they decided to take a look in that head of his.

“Yeah, yeah - whatever. Just be ready by the time I’m out the door or your ass can walk for all I care.” He heard a soft okay and her gentle footsteps were gone. He wondered briefly if Max too felt alone - but...the images of her smiling and laughing with her friends...that...that was all the family she needed, besides she had Susan (his step-mother) as well, it wasn't like she was completely on her own...He was there too... Billy wiped a troubled simper from his lips, throwing the butt of his joint out the window.

He slid his boots on, grabbed his car keys, and slung his leather jacket over his left shoulder. “C’mon, Max!” He yelled down the hall while tapping his sunglasses down.

The drive was quiet. It always was. Maybe it was because Maxine couldn’t ever speak above the music Billy played, or maybe she just didn’t have anything in particular to say; not to him anyway. He didn’t mind. Her presence was enough.

He slammed on the breaks, and out of the corner of his eyes, catching the redhead brace herself readily (she’d been in a car with him enough times that his driving was more than normal). He watched her climb out, carrying a small bag with her. He raised an eyebrow in question, fingers rapping the steering wheel.

“She asked if I could sleepover,” Max explained while holding a hand up to close the passenger door. He gave a curt nod. “Call me--,” “Yeah, yeah, I know...if I need something or whatever.” He wondered if Max thought he said that out of mockery and habit. Billy meant it...despite how he may sling it, as much as he’d hate to admit it - he’d be back here in less than six minutes if she asked...

He watched her knock on the door, and expecting to see the sheriff - he was greeted with a face he’d never seen before. Leaning forward in his seat, he tilted his head in slight curiosity, not really caring if it was odd he was still parked outside.

His window was open, and their conversation flowed through with ease. He even turned down the radio a few notches; to make sure he didn’t miss a single note.

“Hey, Max! You here for El?” the y/c/h haired girl chipped, holding the door open.

“Yeah! Are you babysitting tonight?” Mayfield asked hopefully.

“Yup, Hop asked me to -- he’s got a late shift at the station, I think,” the young woman explained.

Billy wasn’t quite sure who this was, but he could tell Max was well acquainted. She looked roughly his age - she’d probably gone to Hawkins High without him even noticing; Hargrove rarely ever forgot a pretty face - especially if it had been hers (names, sure - but he remembered their face at least)...he’d have known if they’d met before.

She had y/l/h y/c/h hair, and from what he could make out - y/c/e eyes that seemed excited to see his little sister. He wondered who this babysitter was. So, instead of leaving right away, as he usually did - he killed the engine, the music freezing abruptly - both heads turning just as Max was entering the house.

“Does uh, your brother need something?” Y/N asked while tilting her head, looking down at the younger female.

“Beats me, he never really sticks around this long,” Max didn’t waste much breath on it - not really caring what Billy wanted. Disappearing into the cabin a second later, calling for El.

The y/e/c-eyed girl stepped outside, closing the door behind her with a soft click. “Hey! It’s Billy, right?” She greeted kindly while walking to meet him at the front porch’s steps. Of course, she knew who he was...No one knew his name without his face to match (not a face like his anyway...and certainly not a name like his).

Sure, she’d seen him a few times when dropping Max off - or picking her up. A few more times around the halls at school, and at the basketball games (almost all of them to be truthful)...and once at the pool (deciding to hide instead of being caught by the particular lifeguard).

“Glad you know the name, do I get the pleasure of yours?” Y/N was taken back by his wave of...charm and confidence. She’d seen him around school, philandering up a storm; walking like he owned the place...but...that didn’t matter anymore, because they were both graduated. There shouldn’t be a single title to his name; other than Billy Hargrove. No, Billy The New King, or Boy Toy Billy, or even The Billy Hargrove...as of now - he was just Billy Hargrove...the kid dropping off Max for a sleepover.

“Y/N, Y/N L/N,” she offered, leaning against one of the support pillars holding up the roof over the porch.

“L/N? By chance, you have a--,” “Brother? Yeah, he used to play basketball with you for the school.” Y/N filled in for him. She wondered if he had ever realized that she’d been to all their games, had seen Billy play, and how much of a commotion he made when he got fouled...(she’d laugh about it on the car ride home, her brother only rolling his eyes telling her that if Hargrove ever found out you make fun of him - he’d have your neck).

Billy had no knowledge of this, he didn’t think L/N had a sibling - let alone a sister as attractive as the girl before him. How come he’d never heard him talk about her? Not even a hint of lockerroom talk from any of the other boys either...

“Who knew little Davy was hiding you at home,” he chuckled while lifting one foot to rest on the second step of the porch. Leaning back on his grounded leg, hands in his jacket pockets. He looked like a god on earth and Y/N could understand why David told her to stay away from him. All he cares about is alcohol, sex, and his own skin, Y/N/N -- don’t even think about bringing him home. She’d never believed all of it - well, some of it...from first-hand experiences of watching him have girls fall to their knees with just a wink... Nonetheless, Y/N liked to judge a character for herself - which was why she got along with the party so well -- she lives next door to Henderson for Christ’s sake! She can smell the geek on him...(not that Y/N cared, she’d often go to his house and just hang out with the kid - seeing as he was an only child, and his darling mother worked most of the time. Y/N was an avid babysitter for him - a good friend of Harrington’s at that; which explained why Dustin had a hard time deciding who was his favorite sitter; he told Steve it was him...but...he was really only protecting the brunette’s, dainty heart).

“Ha, well -- little Davy -- is literally, the most overprotective guy, you’ll ever meet,” she explained with a shake of her head and a good-natured sigh. The number of boys David had run off “for” her...He wasn’t any good! He was looking at your ass! I just don’t like him! He was acting out of line... If he saw Y/N now - talking to Billy Hargrove, the catch of them all...he’d have had a heart attack for sure.

Billy only nodded, he understood why. The same reason that he cared for Max in his own way...what did they call it? -- Brotherly love.

He fancied the way Y/N could pull off a solid grey T-shirt like she was wearing Ralph Lauren - preparing to walk the runway. He liked her casual air...a lot.

“Well, seeing as you’re still here - is there something you need?” Y/N asked while trying to steer the attention away from herself and back to the topic of babysitting El and Max (she had a strange feeling that Hargrove didn’t just come here to make sure his little sister went to bed on time).

“Just wanted to see who’d be watching Max for me,” he shrugged earnestly. He ran a hand along his chin and the dirty-blond pushed back a few curls from his view. “Glad to see she’d be in good hands.”

The conversation carried on longer than Y/N and Billy both thought it would, he ended up coming inside when it got dark.

He was sitting at the small kitchen table, the distance so short, if he reached out his hand, Billy could grab Y/N’s. The girls were in El’s room - intimations of laughter would bubble up every now and then, allowing for both Billy and Y/N to breathe easy that both were okay and not doing anything troublesome (so they assumed).

“So, you just expect me to believe...that?” she snorted while shaking her head, using her hands as if to push away the thought and the words he’d spoken, back to where they’d come from.

Billy was leaning in his chair -- slouched -- having one arm resting on the tabletop, the other hung over the back of his seat. He shared a smile with her (and damn did he have a nice smile...whether it was fake or not, Y/N found herself staring for a second too long. Even with the sneaky wink he’d shoot her when he noticed her gaze - she still felt that Billy was being...genuine), while lightly drumming his fingers on the table. His left leg was bouncing up and down...up and down...Billy was clearly the jittery, go-go-go type.

“I’m for real! She didn’t even realize she’d left without them!” He chimed, noting the way Y/N’s y/c/h hair was held back messily with a polka-dotted scrunchie; thinking it was kinda cute how she held such a childish essence.

“But...they were her underwear!” Y/N sputtered, lowering her voice as she spoke, pulling a hand to her lips in obvious disbelief.

Billy shrugged, running his tongue over his bottom lip. “What can I say? One night with me and you’ll forget your own damn name, sweetheart.” Oh, he was smooth...

Y/N had so far taken him as a flirty guy - but she’d also noticed he’d listen when she spoke. He’d give her all his attention, and it washed her in a sense of simple understanding. He’d not be a step out of line when not necessary, and he hadn’t raised his voice once (like he was oh-so infamous for).

Yet, Y/N was reminded by the small voice in her head, that he had almost killed Steve and Lucas only last year...and she recalled the multitude of fights and parties Billy’d pick and crash; sleeping with anything with legs and a pretty face...remembering the distaste the majority of the party held for him (she’d even comforted Max once when she was frustrated with the said boy, claiming that he was just the worst to live with - so moody, so cold, and hateful of everything).

It shocked her honestly, to see Billy act so...normal. It kept her on edge, curious to see if this was just a facade or his charm acting up - assuming those old habits would die hard with him.

“What’re they doing out there?” Max questioned while pressing her ear to the door. She’d heard laughing and talking, and when she and El realized Y/N had invited Billy in - and he’d accepted it...both were left suspicious and confused. Max had expected Billy to burn rubber as he left, the second she got out of the car, heck, he’d have done it with her half-way in. So, she was more than astonished to see he’d come in the damn house.

They were both pressed to the door, trying to understand why Billy was being so...weird. “He better not try anything with her,” Max grumbled while listening to her brother’s hearty chuckles - narrowing her eyes at the sound. Max couldn’t tell if he were being serious or not, his charm held such a captivating lure...no one was safe.

“Maybe he likes her.” Eleven’s honesty had always shocked Max and the gang. She always spoke her mind, and always had something to say with such heart and interest (of course, she knew that El wasn’t the most versed in speaking, but she could speak well enough by now).

“Maybe...,” Max offered lightly, her eyes dodging to the girl,” But Billy doesn’t like girls - he doesn’t like people, for that matter! Not like that anyway,” The redhead explained, only partially listening to the conversation held between the two eighteen-year-olds about Billy’s job as a lifeguard. She was too fixed on but Billy Hargrove hates getting to know people...Billy Hargrove hates small talk and cuts to the chase of whatever he does...Billy Hargrove hates going slow...

“Maybe it’s different this time,” El proposed while offering a shrugged solution, lifting a hand to scratch her neck.

“Maybe.”

“Are you sure you wanna go now, Billy? It’s really la--,” “It’s fine, dollface. This isn’t my first time driving in the dark, L/N,” he chuckled as he stood himself to full height. His sunglasses now hanging from the collar of his tank top.

Y/N frowned, playing with her fingers as she glanced outside the nearest window. “Yeah...but...it’s...really dark, and the road here is like - at this weird angle - you know? Like, right where you turn in to get to Hop’s cabin? Yo--,” “If you wanted me to stay. You could’ve just asked.” He cut through her rambling, smiling to himself as he watched Y/N’s face paint pink at his “humor-filled” suggestion.

“O-oh! I mean...I...uh..It did kinda sound like that,” Y/N offered sheepishly, not believing her own feeble-minded mistake (saying such a thing in front of him...of course, he’d take it as...an offer...). That hadn’t been her intention, she just wasn’t sure if she liked the idea of Hargrove driving blindly without a proper road, save for dirt cut through the woods...

Billy only waited, watching her; arms crossing over his broad chest. “You want me here or not? Make up your mind, princess...I can’t just stand here forever.” His tone was teasing, and yet, it was sincere in the oddest way. Y/N bit her lip and glanced around the small cabin, trying to decide what to do with this...rather sticky situation. The girls had long gone to bed - Y/N had peaked in for a check-up, and found them asleep on the floor for some reason...by the door at that. (Billy had been kind enough to carry each to the bed and help Y/N tuck them in, seeing as she wasn’t apt enough to do it as effortlessly as he. She was thrown off to see him so willing and so helpful for someone who Max described as senseless and selfish).

“Um...,” she brushed past him, Billy eyeing her as she did, wondering what she was up to - turning to watch her step to the couch. “This pulls out into a bed - I know that ‘cause Hop lets me stay here a lot.” Y/N confessed a bit shyly.

Billy was so surprised to hear that, that he didn’t even fight her while she was casually offering him to spend the night. “You...stay here...a lot?”

“Oh...uh, since Davy left to Virginia for college, the house is...kinda..ummm...lonely,” she admitted softly. Now that, had Hargrove stunned. He was surprised to hear that leave her lips as a follow-up.

“What about the rest of your family?” He asked while walking over to help Y/N remove the cushions from the pull-out. He was interested in her response, Billy hadn’t known the L/N estate was...lonesome.

Y/N pulled the left seat off and plopped it to the floor. “The only person there is my aunt - but she works....like...a lot. So, I don’t see her very often. She’s a businesswoman or something like that.” Y/N told while struggling to pull the actual pull-out bed from its original placement. “Here, let me do it.” Billy offered.

He didn’t even break a sweat...usually Hopper grunted in inconvenience, as the stubborn old thing was always a bit finicky - it seemed those muscles of Billy’s weren’t just for show (Y/N had presumed they helped him pick up chicks or just to be manly). She thanked him, and then shuffled down the short hallway, looking for the pillows and blankets - Hop usually had them in the closet in his bedroom.

“You home alone most of the time?” Billy asked while following her a bit awkwardly - not really knowing if she’d need help again, nor knowing what to do with himself still there. He hadn’t expected...well...any of this to happen. He was hoping to snag Y/N’s number and leave, or even persuade her to ditch the babysitting and come home with him...(the options had been endless in his mind...Billy supposed he just hadn’t thought of this being one of them).

Y/N didn’t really tell people about her absent home life - from what she knew, she had it easy (she’d heard a few stories from Max...and it had her heart twist for Billy). Y/N was surprised she was so easy to tell him (of all people) - maybe it was just the heat of the moment...

“Yeah - well, since Davy’s gone now - and my aunt doesn’t come back for weeks on end...it’s just me,” Billy admired how she could say such a sad thing without faltering - in fact, he thought the smile on her face was too gently worn for such words.

“Oh, I have a cat named Lolly...-- but I know you meant...like...real company,” Y/N added with a soft laugh. Finding the spare pillows and blankets on the top shelf in the sliding door closet (Hop’s rather messy closet, that is) she reached up on her tiptoes to seize them.

Getting a hold, Y/N passed them down to Billy who stood behind her (closer than she’d like to admit, and closer than Billy realized). He chuckled.

“You sayin’ Lolly isn’t real company? That’s harsh,” he joked.

Y/N could only giggle - she didn’t take Hargrove as the...witty type. She expected a poke about pussy-cats or something lude, she almost felt shameful for how much she undermined him.

“She’s good enough I suppose...likes to hide more times than not though, so really...I’m the victim here.” Billy only offered a crooked grin.

“There, you’re all set up!” Y/N announced, clapping her hands together at the finalized work. Billy was standing a few feet to her left, an eyebrow raised as he glanced over the mismatch pillowcases and random maroon comforter - along with a few other sheets that clearly didn’t make a set. Not that Hargrove was complaining, he had learned to take blessings in life with ease; as they were rarely given out and when they were, they didn’t last long).

He ran a hand down his chin, nodding at their so-called quick thinking and handy-work (as Y/N placed it). “Okay...and where are you sleeping? Hopper’s room?” Y/N hadn’t thought about that...she wasn’t a fan of sleeping in a someone else’s bed (some could argue that sleeping on their couch wasn’t any different, but she begged to differ. The bedroom was a private space and she didn’t feel swell invading that).

She also wasn’t sure if she even had permission to do so - Jim was only expecting Y/N and Max to be staying the night...and not a third guest as well... (if she called him asking about it, he’d get suspicious - and as it was, Hopper treated her as a second daughter - and would drill her about who was there, and if he found out it was a boy...Hargrove at that...he’d flip his lid. Probably never trusting her again - goodness sake...Hopper would hire another babysitter for her as she watched the kids...a sitter for the sitter...).

“I um...I mean yeah...I guess,” she replied while thinking over her options thoughtfully. Hop staying the night at the station meant he’d be back by...she calculated...maybe sometime tomorrow morning. She could fix his room back the way it was, still leaving enough time for Billy to wake up reasonably and---

“Look...if it’s too much trouble, I’ll just go,” Hargrove answered quickly, seeing the slight alarm in her y/c/h eyes. As much as he’d like to stay over - he wasn’t going to stick around if he were a bother. He knew what it was like being bothersome to someone...he didn’t need to add to a new list.

To be frank, Billy himself wasn’t sure why he was being so considerate to someone else’s troubles in the first place. Normally, he’d kill to be out of the house - unsure of what mood his father was in...and how he’d react to Billy being home so late...

Maybe it was because he learned Y/N’s favorite bands were The Rolling Stones, Queen, and Guns N’ Roses (all of which, he approved of). Or that she liked talking with her hands - allowing him to be entertained as she told her stories (Billy thought it was amusing to see such excitement over something as little as that one time I fell because I missed a step and everyone saw it moment). There was also the fact that Y/N talked about Max so highly (while Billy had rolled his eyes, scoffing lightly - as he had a reputation to keep up... he was beaming to think that Y/N thought so of his little sister).

She’d also mentioned a taste for late-night drives and hating a kid named Vance Kerr back in her Junior Year (You wouldn’t know him - he moved to Ohio before you and Max came ‘round. But God...was he awful - let me tell you about this one time he--), and the time Davy and her snuck out to met with Harrington (to which Billy groaned on cue, earning a smack to the chest and a laugh. Oh, shut up, Hargrove!) for a party...

Point being...Billy didn’t do much for other people. He didn’t see a point in putting more energy than it was worth. People were disappointing; conniving; and cruel...that’s what they said about him anyway. That’s what they’d made him believe...

So, for Billy to give Y/N a soft smile - reassuring her it’d be fine if he just...drove home...it took a lot out of him. But...for her? He didn’t mind letting his reputation slip.

Standing on the front porch, arms rubbing away the chills of a summer’s night; Y/N watched as Billy strode to his car. “Billy, I really don’t--,” “Relax, princess. I’ll be fine. I’m a big boy, and fully capable of driving fifteen minutes down the road without losing my way in the dark,” he eased while chuckling. Billy’s left arm holding himself up on the side of his Camaro. While he came off calm and collected, he was truly shocked at her display of...care.

Billy didn’t think it was possible to be so sincere and endearing with someone you’d just met less than twelve hours ago. No one had ever cared enough to ask him to stay the night - not for sex - but to simply make sure he wasn’t driving in the dark...that was honestly...something...he’d consider....sweet (and he rarely used said word; You want your ego stroked? Go ask Harrington to give you a-- it was too...soft...for a guy like him to use and, or be referred to as).

“Will you be okay here with the girls?” He asked, switching the attention back to Y/N, his eyes never leaving her as he popped his driver’s door open. She stood there, leaning against the wooden pillar, arms holding her heat as close as possible before the chilled summer swept it away.

“Oh, yeah! I’ve done this plenty of times! - Though I’ll admit, sometimes I have Steve’s help - I’ll be fine, really! He’s usually only around when all the kids are with us, but I’ll be fine with these two.” Hargrove didn’t like when people talked too much (nor when they brought up Harrington), but for some reason...he didn’t mind Y/N’s rambles...he almost...enjoyed them.

Noticing the slight shiver run down her figure; Billy clicked his tongue shaking his blond head of hair - walking back in her direction. Y/N raised her eyebrows, going to question his actions - wondering if he’d decided to just spend the night instead of going home. She was tempted to crack a joke - but he stopped her.

“Here, you’ll get cold standing there like a moron,” he muttered, sliding his leather jacket around her shoulders. “Bu--,” “I’ll get it back when I pick Max up. Don’t worry, L/N,” he paused, and she swore it, that her heart skipped a beat at that smile of his. Illuminated by the soft glow of the cabin’s porch light, Billy’s skin was glowing golden and his eyes were rimmed with a glittering warmth, their blue color seeming to intensify at that moment. Hargrove’s curly hair had a golden hue - and Y/N had to blink away a faint streak of fatigue to realize that it was simply a few out of place strands and not a halo of sorts...

“No seriously, I’m just gonna go back inside--,” she was cut off again as Billy sighed, a roll of those pretty blue orbs and a tug of the coat to be more snuggly fit about her torso. His hands stilled as he fixed the collar; lingering there for a few heartbeats extra.

Billy licked his lips, glancing away from her for a short instance (but all Y/N could see was the way he bit his lip nearing the end - and the way his long eyelashes brushed his cheeks gently). “Can’t you give a dog a bone, Y/N? I’m trying to say, I wanna see you again...but you’re not lettin’ me do it!”

She was speechless. His hands slowly falling from being so close to her neck, dropping to dig into his jean pockets. “I’ll keep the jacket, Billy. Until you come back tomorrow.” He smiled at Y/N’s response - her gentle blush even evident in the dim lighting. He thought that despite having her back to the light; it really wasn’t fair - because a soft glow seemed to haunt her silhouette anyway (and that just wasn’t fair for him to have to walk away from without looking like a fool).

“Thanks, princess,” he hummed while winking, trekking back down the set of stairs and towards his car. Y/N admired the defined muscles of Billy’s arms, seeming to show-off without him even having to try. She also thought his white tank top was tastefully tight. Shape up, Y/N! You’re drooling! God...

“Oh, and Billy?” He hummed, slowly spinning back to Y/N on the balls of his feet. He was just a few steps from his (still) open car door and questioned her by cocking his eyebrow.

“I-I...I liked talking to you...,” Y/N admitted while playing with the edge of the too-long sleeves (Billy’s jacket fell down to meet her mid-thigh and it was still warm with his presence). “You’re...a...a nice guy.”

Billy only smiled, offering her a soft goodnight, Y/N, and then he was in the car - and pulling out without another word. The music still as loud as ever. Y/N only waited a minute or so before she could no longer see him - silently crossing her fingers that he’d make it home okay...

Closing the front door, she pressed her back to it, soaking in the night’s events at their truest form. She’d talked to Billy Hargrove...and it hadn’t been about sex...(he’d made a few cracks at it - but it was lighthearted nonetheless). Y/N wasn’t even sure why she offered him to stay the night; she told herself it was because she didn’t feel okay with him (or anyone) zipping down the road in the dark...but...Y/N knew there were other reasons. She wasn’t the type to invite guys to stay over; heavens no! (Steve and the boys didn’t count because they were honorary family - even Steve who she’d agree was good-looking...he was too much of a dork to even attempt flirting successfully).

Maybe it was because Billy’s favorite drink was Jolt Cola (an overly spiked energy drink, bursting with caffeine...so much, that she didn’t think it was safe for anyone to be consuming), and he liked late-night drives just as much as she did - windows rolled down, music turned up.

Or how he hadn’t interrupted her unless he had a suitable reason (like when she nervously rattled off, Billy had put a hand to hers and gently changed the subject) - staying respectfully quiet and nodding when Y/N spoke, as a sign of acknowledgment to him listening.

Maybe it was the fact that Billy had a sweet-tooth, claiming he could introduce her to the best kinds of chocolates she’d ever had...or...maybe it was because he enjoyed watching sunsets. Yeah...Y/N liked that about him.

Oh, and the other night - this was after the whole pranking Harrington thing - I saw the most beautiful sunset, like...you won’t believe how gorgeous it was! I...um...know it’s kinda stupid to...rememeber... she’d trailed off when he began chuckling under his breath. A hot new color finding her face, hands tampering with a chipped corner of the kitchen table. No, no -- I don’t mean to make you embarrassed! I...I just think it’s ironic. I...uh...like sunsets too.

When Y/N had asked Billy if he’d seen the one she was talking about, he’d only shook his head, tapping the table with his pointer. Not the sunsets here, L/N. I’m talkin’ ‘bout the ones back home in Cali. I haven’t watched a sunset since I came to this crappy little town. Y/N hadn’t taken offense; too focused on the fact that Hargrove had been missing out on such pretty moments in time - the only chance he’d get to see the sun ready itself to rest, draped in painted colors of pink, red, and orange... It happened every day, and he still managed to miss it.

God -- you’re crazy, Hargrove! What’s the difference! He’d only shaken his head, his tongue skimming the skin of his teeth as he leaned back in his chair. Billy had explained that back home, the sun was different. A California sunset is better than any skimpy one you see here, kid. I’m sure the sunset you saw, was nothing compared to the one happening three hours later in Cali.

Tightening her scrunchie (gifted to her by Eleven - promising to always wear it), Y/N pursed her lips. Well then, Hargrove - you haven’t seen everything this... ”skimpy” town has to offer. Using hand gestures she’d used air-quotes on his words - narrowing her eyes playfully.

Billy had rolled his eyes, lifting his eyebrows once in understanding, though Y/N could tell he was still unconvinced. Sure, doll. Whatever your little heart wants to believe. Y/N had then and there, decided one thing - Billy Hargrove -- I’m gonna show you the most...amazing sunset you’ve ever seen! It’ll blow those California ones out of the water! They shared a smile, Billy’s bordering smirk (at her poor attempt of a clever pun) while competing in a short staring contest. It was as if Billy was trying to have Y/N take her words back if she blinked. She hadn’t. And so he ruined the lovely moment by mentioning she could always blow something else...

Y/N tried settling down on the pull-out bed (previously set up for Billy), drawing the maroon quilt to her chin. She had the radio humming lowly in the background, as she found white-noise the most excellent way to fall asleep. Y/N lifted the jacket, still adorning her body, up to her nose. The collar smelt of cigarettes, a classic Aramis cologne, and what she could only describe as...Billy Hargrove (Y/N made a mental note to tell Billy when returning his jacket that he pulled off Aramis’ scent flawlessly...woody, with a fresh smell she couldn’t place...spiced with cinnamon maybe...and garnished with that masculine touch she thought represented Billy perfectly).

She drifted to sleep with only good thoughts of her night - hoping to prove to Hargrove that he could truly enjoy a sunset...even if it wasn’t Cali’s beach dime reflections and beauty.

Who would’ve known...Billy Hargrove enjoyed sunsets. Y/N wasn’t sure what to anticipate anymore - he’d already thrown all of her expectations out the window (and of course, she’d thought some of it was simply for appeal...as he was notorious for flirting, to which by now, Y/N suspected him to have perfected it - she did not deny him that). Either way, it made her smile as she fell asleep, thinking it possible she had Billy Hargrove all wrong...

The drive home was quiet. Though it was always quiet. Billy didn’t have someone to talk to - the melodies of music being his only company. He was speeding down the road, nodding his head lightly to Scoprions ‘You Rock Like A Hurricane’ as it lulled the night’s silence to something more his pace.

He was rewinding and replaying his night spent with Y/N... Puffing an air of smoke out from his lungs - he held his hand out the window to get rid of the ash (he didn't like getting it in his car after all).

She was unpredictable. Absolutely someone Billy wouldn’t have given the time of day if they’d met in a different situation (and if it hadn’t been Y/N that he’d met, it wouldn’t have been worth a single breath - he’d be certain of it).

Y/N had this...enchanting air surrounding her - leaving Billy with more questions than answers. He wanted to ask about how she felt - now that David was gone...how did she...feel...being home...alone. And if she didn’t mind; he wanted to ask her - shaking her by her shoulders either for the truth - or for an answer of how? How she managed to be okay with being alone... weren’t nights dark and days indifferent? Y/N had mentioned staying at Hopper’s house more times than not - so maybe being alone bothered her more than she led on. If so...they had more in common than he’d originally pinned her for.

Billy would also criticize what Y/N thought was a good sunset. Throughout their talk, he’d learned that she had never left Hawkins - not once in her lifetime. He’d been floored. So..you’ve like...never...been to the beach? She had bashfully said no. God, you would love the beaches in Cali! Our house was like...on the beach...and surfing -- wait, don’t say you haven’t even thought about it before?! Y/N had only rolled her eyes, grin on her lips as she reminded him where they were. She was admiring the way he seemed to lit up like a little kid at the topic of something he really loved. No beaches around here, Hargrove. I’ve never even dreamed about it. Billy had promised, then and there - that he’d one day, take her to the beach to teach her to surf. And as a payment...I suppose you’d need to wear a bathing suit...I like the color red, by the way, L/N. He just had to go there.

In return, Y/N had promised him the most amazing sunset he’d ever lay eyes on. I’m gonna hold you to that, L/N. He’d teased. Oh, I won’t disappoint, Hargrove! On my word! Why he even told her his interest in gentle dying evenings was beyond Billy... He had never told anyone; as it’d totally throw off his image of being this badass, chick-magnet, with no regrets or regards...mainly because desolate failure who missed his old home, dragging daddy issues wherever he went, who also squealed at sunsets didn’t have a ring to it, nor did it fit...

Now pulling up outside his house, Billy cut the engine quickly, his music having already been turned down to a low muted static. Neil wasn’t a fan of Billy’s favored engine roars and revving. Getting out of the midnight blue Camaro, he stepped out his cig and made his way down the busted walk-way in easy silence.

Slipping into the house undetected was a blessing, and he was able to make it to his room without any issues. Kicking his shoes off, he stripped to his boxers. Laying on the bedsheets with nothing but the ceiling to look at...Billy wondered how Y/N was seriously going to pull off a sunset better than California’s.

Billy still believed that leaving your heart carelessly on your sleeves would only result in disaster...but, he was reminded that he’d given his entire jacket away - so screw the sleeves...he had neither.

He could only hope Y/N spared him that...mercy was the gift of a genuine soul...and good God...he hoped she was forgiving - because Billy wasn’t sure what he was thinking, but he’d found himself slowly letting his guard down. All of that time spent building it up - brick by brick with stones of malice and contempt.

All that being threatened by a lonely girl with a grey T-shirt and a polka-dotted hair-tie...topped off with (a now) sick leather jacket.

“This damn sunset better be worth it, L/N,” Billy mumbled to the darkness. Lord knows how she’d have answered such a remark.

Falling asleep, Billy thought it possible he had Y/N L/N all wrong...

Sooooo~ what do you think about part 1 of Sunsets Back Home? I wasn’t planning on it being a possibly two-parter (or three), but here I am...XD

Part 2 anyone? <3

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lovemesomesurveys · 5 years ago

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this is halloween, everybody scream!

When do you start to feel the Halloween spirit and begin decorating for the holiday? September I start getting in fall mode even though it’s still hot af in California during that time. It still is, which is rude cause it’s October now go awayyyy. We have some fall decor that’s been up since like mid September. As for Halloween, I’d ideally have my decorations up by October 1st. I’ve been majorly slacking, though. :/ My Christmas decorations have been up all year and I was going to put them away at least for my Fall and Halloween stuff, but I haven’t gotten around to it and I have a feeling October will come and go without any fall or Halloween decorations. :(

What is your favorite Halloween motif for decor (e.g., ghosts, pumpkins, bats, etc.)? I like pumpkins, scarecrows, ghosts... pretty much all things except for spiders.

When decorating for Halloween, do you prefer to use exclusively Halloween items or do you incorporate creepy and vintage decor too (e.g., test tubes, taxidermy, dolls, etc.)? I like it all.

Do you decorate the outside or inside of your house more? Inside more. If we had a bigger space with a big yard and my family was as into decorating as I am, I’d do a lot more decorating.

When you decorate, do you tend to create scary scenes or festive creepy and cute decor? I really like the creepy and cute stuff. I like it all.

Do you have any Halloween parties or community events that you attend every year? Not anymore. I had a friend who threw Halloween parties every year that I’d go to and then a couple years another friend and I did something, but for the past 4 years I haven’t done anything. I’m really content with just chillin’ at home watching scary movies with some good food, honestly.

If you were to host your own Halloween party, how would you theme it or make it special? Gah, I wouldn’t host a Halloween party or any party. I’ve never liked hosting things, it’s too stressful. IF I did anything, it’d be something very intimate and lowkey.

What was the best Halloween party you’ve ever been to? Like I mentioned, I had a friend who used to host one every Halloween and we always had a good time.

What is your favorite piece of Halloween memorabilia that you own? I like all my Halloween decorations I’ve collected over the years. I also have some shirts and hoodies from scary movies like my Haddonfield, Illinois sweatshirt that says Myers 78 on the back, my Loser’s Club sweatshirt, and my Pennywise shirt. I also recently ordered this shirt meant to look like the brand, The North Face, but it says, “The Ghost Face”, which of course is from Scream.

What is a household or decor item that you own that you wish you had a Halloween version of? Hmm. I don’t know, I just want more cool and spooky decorations in general. Like the 6ft tall Michael Myers animatronic thingy from the Spirit Halloween store.

Do you have any Halloween themed clothing? Yep, I just listed some of the stuff I have. I also have a really cute Charlie Brown shirt with the Great Pumpkin stuff on it, a pair of pj pants with the Peanuts gang in Halloween costumes, a cute pumpkin shirt I got from Target recently, and a couple shirts with skulls on them.

Who or what embodies the Halloween essence most to you? Hmm. I don’t know.

What is the best haunted house or hayride you have attended? I don’t do haunted houses. I’m pretty sure I’ve been on a hayride, but that was sometime back when I was a kid. We have pumpkin patch nearby that does fun activities like that and that’s where I used to go as a kid.

Would you rather accompany children trick-or-treating or stay at home and hand out candy? I’ve gone trick or treating myself as a kid (and okay fine as a teenager for some years, too lol), which was fun. I’ve also accompanied my younger brother and cousins before, but that wasn’t as fun cause it was just waiting around while they went up to the houses to get candy. I don’t care much for handing out candy either to be honest. My mom enjoys doing that, though.

What is your favorite treat to hand out - or your favorite treat to receive? I liked getting the good chocolate candies, none of those lame Dots and Milk Duds candies.

Do you have plans to dress up this year? What about your children or pets? Nah, I’ve been over the dressing up part for a few years now. I do think it’s cute getting costumes for my doggo, though.

Do you tend to buy costumes from the store or come up with your own unique ideas? I’ve done both.

What is your favorite costume that you wore in the past? I don’t know what I’d consider to be my favorite.

Do you enjoy the spooky and goth theme all year round or only at Halloween? I get into it the most during this time of year, but yeah.

What is your favorite horror film and what makes it special? My favorites are the Halloween series, the Scream series (especially the 1st one), and It (especially the 2017 version and Chapter 2).

What is your favorite Halloween tv special? Freeform’s 31 Days of Halloween. Does that count? It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown is a classic. Also, I like Halloween episodes of some of my favorite TV shows, including cartoons like Rugrats, Hey Arnold, and Alvin and the Chipmunks. Back in the day, Disney Channel had fun Halloween episodes of like That’s So Raven and Lizzie McGuire, along with made for TV movies like, “Mom’s Got a Date with a Vampire.”

What is your favorite family friendly Halloween movie? Coraline and The Nightmare Before Christmas. Oh, the Charlie Brown special I mentioned.

If you could create a 6 film horror movie marathon, what would you include? A mix of Halloween, Scream, and It.

Do you enjoy paranormal investigation series such as Ghost Adventures? Nah, those aren’t my thing.

Do you enjoy true crime or do you prefer your horror to come from fiction? Both. The true stuff is obviously a lot creepier. :O

Have you ever seen a ghost or felt a supernatural presence? No. Have you ever consulted a Ouija board or had a seance? Absolutely not. Say they’re fake or whatever, but I don’t want to do anything that could possibly open doors I don’t want opened. I don’t mess with that stuff.

Did you ever believe in Bloody Mary? What were some urban legends that were popular when you were a kid? When I was a kid my cousins and I would do the Bloody Mary game. Also, this reminds me of that book, “Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark”, which had urban legend stuff. I loved that book. I wanted to see the movie when it was out in theaters, but I missed it. I’ll definitely be renting it. I wasn’t sure how it would do, but I actually heard good things.

What is your favorite scary story or creepypasta? “Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark” is full of scary stories. I also loved Goosebumps. Those creepy two sentence horror stories are good, too.

If you enjoy horror novels, which is your favorite? I love psychological thrillers and mysteries, I have several favorites.

Are you reading any spooky or scary books this month? I want to.

Do you have any other yearly Halloween traditions? Nowadays it’s just watching scary movies and putting up decorations. I used to do more when I was younger. Up until about 4 years ago I still carved pumpkins.

What is your favorite thing about Halloween? I love ~spooky~ time and the fact it’s during autumn. It’s just a great time of year.

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asuitcaseofmemories · 7 years ago

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Shopping is an Art, and I’m an Artist.

I was shaken awake at 8am and when I opened my drowsy eyes I saw my husband’s face staring back at me.

I knew I’d told him I’d get breakfast with him, but I just wasn’t feeling it. I apologized and asked him to go without me. In the same breath, I rolled over and dozed back off. When my alarm rang I felt it was a breath of fresh air. I told myself that today’s plans were just what I needed after two days of moping around my room in a depressive state, and taking six hour naps.

I quickly got myself around, checking the weather app to see that it was a “chilly” 68 degrees. I regrettably threw on pants and a hoodie and decided that iced coffee would be my breakfast. I didn’t sleep at all last night hearing the constant dripping of the leak in our closest. Drip. Drip. Drip. It was enough to drive anyone insane.

I ordered my coffee from the sweet barista and headed to the lobby. I wasn’t looking forward to attempting to discuss our leaking issue for a third time. I could tell from the look on the sorry look on the woman’s face that she was going to insist we move rooms. Indeed, I was correct. As annoying as it was that I’d have to pack up all our belongings again, and move rooms... I decided it wouldn’t ruin my day.

Soon enough I saw a familiar black car roll up and received a text from Marlene that she’d arrived. I met Marlene a few weeks ago in a drunken Fire Ball induced stupor. After closing down the bar that night, we’ve been inseparable ever since. She’s one of those go with the flow, loves to have fun types of women. I see so much of me in her, and I think that’s why we click so well.

We immediately started off with our morning girl talk, chatting and laughing like we’d known each other for ages. It seemed a moment later we’d arrived at the Antique Market. We were meeting up with 5 other women to explore the market. This was my first time and the were going to show me alllll I needed to know.

This market was like many other Chinese markets. There was an upstairs and a downstairs, and it was a labyrinth of shops, each one much the same and yet completely different. I’m convinced the design is on purpose because if you’re lost long enough you’re bound to buy something just for the pure fun of it.

I glanced to my right and saw ornate blue and white Chinese style vases towering taller than me. The sun peeking through the clouds illuminated their gorgeous designs. To my left I saw more of the same. Up ahead I saw some familiar faces smiling, waiting to greet us. We said our hellos and talked strategy.

My friend’s loveee bargaining at markets. They knew which artists you could haggle with, and which ones kick you out before you can even try. For someone with a smart mouth like I have, you’d be surprised to know I would rather die than bargain. Shove me in a casket I’m done.

A few of the girls needed to get some prints framed, so we headed upstairs to their frame girl. If you live in China long enough you’ll find you have a “girl for that” or a “guy for that” for just about every item you’d want to buy, fix, or make. Everyone seems to specialize in something.

As we entered the second floor I was amazed at what I saw. There was a shop full of huge pieces of silk that were hand embroidered. The artist used vibrant colors to make koi fish, lotus, Buddha, monkeys, birds, pandas, you name it. I was in awe. The next 30 minutes were spent oohing and ahhing over every single piece. I must touch this, and touch this, and ooh this one too.

The girls went to get their frames ordered and I went to get lost. I popped in and out of shops “talking” with the artists, aka a whole lot of charades. They were excited to see a foreigner, and their faces lit up with pride watching me admire their hard work. Many of them sat in front of their easels mixing their paint, performing stroke after stroke. Calligraphy artists dipped their long white bristles and meticulously dragged them against the paper. My American brain couldn’t comprehend the characters, but it was easy to tell each piece had great meaning.

I found a shop where I watched an artist paint for awhile. She didn’t seem nervous having me watch her every move. My eyes scanned the walls. There had to be hundreds of paintings, and 1000s more hours hanging on them. I flipped through some hand painted items and decided one would make a perfect gift to bring back home.

I asked her “Duo shao chen” (how much)? She delicately pressed the buttons 200 on a calculator ($30USD). I knew she was high-balling me since I was a laowei (foreigner). She could probably sense my fear and anxiety as I more ballsy than usual typed back 150 ($24) on my phone’s calculator. She stared at me silently for a moment, pressed her lips together, and said “okay.” Which is good because one more second and I would’ve bitched out and paid 200.

I felt we both got a decent deal and she wrapped up my gift. We thanked each other and I went on my way in search of more treasure. Just then I smelled the scent of what I can only assume all food in heaven smells like. A guy squeezed by passing me to go into his shop. He was carrying a giant bowl of noodles that smelled sweet yet spicy. I was determined to find where he got those suckers.

I continued walking around with my giant eyes wide open, like I’d never seen anyone use a paint brush before. The girls were in a shop putting all their treasures together while Brenda drove a hell of a bargain for them. Brenda is our designated bargainer because she is just the sweetest thing, and no one can say no to the sweetest thing.

I happened across the restroom because, iced coffee for breakfast, and it was... interesting. And when I say “happened upon” I mean I smelled it a hallway away. I entered and to no surprise, it was a squatty potty (if you’re confused please use Google). I closed the door and began giggling like a child. I also wished I was a child because maybe then that door would have been tall enough. The height of the stall didn’t even cover my boobs. Well ya know what they say, when in China.

Next we went downstairs which is basically where I lost all my “I’m not buying anything else” senses. I’m extremely frugal, to the point where Corey picks on me... but if there’s anything you can talk me into... it’s jewelry. First I ran around like you’d just lit my ass on fire, looking left, right, up, and down. My first pass through I made it without a purchase. The girls were in a shop haggling so... I had to make another pass through, ya know just to be safe.

A silver and turquoise ring caught my eye and the shop owner knew it. I tried it on and pretended like I wasn’t going to just buy it no matter what price she gave me. At first she said 500 ($78) which admittedly caught me off guard and I unintentionally screamed AHHH ABSOLUTELY NOT! She was clearly testing my foreigner stupidity, then said 50 ($8). I was like, um yes this is my girl. She wanted me to purchase 3 more rings of hers to which I was telling myself “please step awayyyy from the rings.”

Well, negotiations were still happening in the other shop, so it was by pure fate that I found myself shopping again and I found an identical matching beaded necklace. The shop owner convinced me by telling me she’d sell it to me for “cheap.” I got it for next to nothing, but by her enthusiastic hug and complimenting me on being a “nice girl,” I knew she gypped me. This is of no surprise to me.

Someone else walked by with noodles. Where are these noodles from? I walked around some more, and took about 500 pictures of an orange bird, because I’m crazy and because BIRDS ARE COOL. I also found myself staring at statues that probably were worth double my first car.

I then accidentally bought two bracelets because they were boho style and I am really an irresponsible person okay? I’d tell you the negotiation story but truthfully I think my eyes glazed over, money was exchanged, and I have new bracelets. See pic below of the good good.

The girls had come full circle and were back in the vase store where we began. The were negotiating with the no-negotiating, “I’ll kick you out of my store” woman. I knew it was going to be an uphill battle for them so I decided to go get lost again. I twisted and turned through the labyrinth of stalls. I was lead to a dead end where I was about to call it a day, when a sweet old lady came yelling “pretty girllll” after me.

Sweet woman took me by my hand and lead me to her table of treasures. She was insisting I purchase a Chinese history book written in Chinese with English translation. Then she tried to sell me a comb and some beads. I was completely uninterested and finally about to escape her grasp. But as I said bye and turned my back I heard the most magnificent sound.

If you’ve never heard a Tibetan Singing Bowl, watch the video because NEED. I have priced some of these at other markets and they were in the hundreds of dollars. I talked her down to $20 and almost peed my pants with excitement.The universe must’ve been paying attention last night when I was cruising Pinterest looking for inspiration for a “meditation spot” in our new apartment. Thanks Universe for being the ultimate spy.

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Basically after this I had to go find my friends before the Universe told me I had to adopt a puppy or something. Shortly after finding them we separated into groups to head home happy with our purchases. I NEVER DID FIND THOSE NOODLES. The end.

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dinatlou · 8 years ago

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DO ALL 100!

Here we go… I’ve finally done it!

1: is there a boy/girl in your life?Nope, I’m a single Pringle

2: think of the last person who hurt you; do you forgive them?It wasn’t actually one person it was a group of people and absolutely not. I can’t forgive them for what they said and did (I’m not going to get into it tho)

3: what do you think of when you hear the word “meow?”My cat :)

4: what’s something you really want right now?Idk, I’m not sure I want to get too deep about it lol

5: are you afraid of falling in love?Me!? Afraid of falling in love? What would make you think such a thing (you’re totally right)

6: do you like the beach?I do! Although I don’t go loads of tbh. The beach is so calming and peaceful. I just get stressed in the summer bc bees and wasps are about.

7: have you ever slept on a couch with someone else?I slept on one half of a sofa while someone’s sat in the other half?? Does that count? Wasn’t like cute or anything. It’s family so like????

8: what’s the background on your cell?Just generic one that came on my phone. My lock screen is me, my sister and two of my cousins

9: name the last four beds you were sat on?Mine x3 and my sisters :’)

10: do you like your phone?Yeah I do!! Idk what else to say ahaha

11: honestly, are things going the way you planned?NO OMG?! It’s actually the complete opposite to what I had in mind. I never even imagined my life would be remotely like this but I suppose my minds like a little dream land or something?

12: who was the last person whose phone number you added to your contacts?Probably two of my friends. I never had their numbers because we would just talk on Facebook or whatever.

13: would you rather have a poodle or a rottweiler?Poodle!!

14: which hurts the most, physical or emotional pain?Emotional!! If you get a cut, it’ll scab over. If you break a bone, you get a cast. If you’re hurt mentally/emotionally/psychologically there isn’t a quick fix to that

15: would you rather visit a zoo or an art museum?Hmmm, idk. Maybe a zoo? Don’t hate me I know they shouldn’t be there but..idk

16: are you tired?Always ahahha

17: how long have you known your 1st phone contact?I’ve already answered this one and I cba to write it out again ahaha

18: are they a relative?The girl I talked about in the other ask isn’t no, she’s a friend.

19: would you ever consider getting back together with any of your exes?I mean, maybe if I had an ex to even get back with?

20: when did you last talk to the last person you shared a kiss with?Never apparently, never kissed anyone

21: if you knew you had the right person, would you marry them today?Well, one I’m single. But if I was with someone and I knew I was going to be with them forever I would marry them…but not now. I’m only 17 and I can’t fork out for a wedding rn ahaha

22: would you kiss the last person you kissed again?Again, seems impossible.

23: how many bracelets do you have on your wrists right now?0 haha

24: is there a certain quote you live by?I guess “Ohana means family” from Lilo and Stitch? I used to say it a lot as a kid. It’s stuck really. Family is really important to me but I’m also a believer that family isn’t always blood

25: what’s on your mind?lol too much

26: do you have any tattoos?No, but I think I might get one at the end of the year (hopefully school won’t notice)

27: what is your favorite color?Hmmm, probably purple

28: next time you will kiss someone on the lips?Erm….unlikely

29: who are you texting?Currently no one. The last person I text in general was my sister lol

30: think to the last person you kissed, have you ever kissed them on a couch?They’re non existent!

31: have you ever had the feeling something bad was going to happen and you were right?Yes, think I have a sixth sense or something. I know when people are being off with me, don’t like me, I can kinda guess if they’re lying or not telling me something.

32: do you have a friend of the opposite sex you can talk to?Nope! Don’t really have many friends anyway

33: do you think anyone has feelings for you?No, probably not. But if someone out there does, hiya! Make ya self known (although a relationship is probs the last thing I need rn)

34: has anyone ever told you you have pretty eyes?Nope! My eyes are small and so dark brown they’re nearly black so…

35: say the last person you kissed was kissing someone right in front of you?Again, weird concept bc someone will be stood in front of me kissing no one?

36: were you single on valentines day?Of course I was? Have you noticed the pattern here?

37: are you friends with the last person you kissed?I’m going to continue to be sarcastic about this until the end you do realise?

38: what do your friends call you?My name? Mads or Maddie.

39: has anyone upset you in the last week?Idk, I’m upset a lot of the time anyway ahahah

40: have you ever cried over a text?Yep! I know ew

41: where’s your last bruise located?I’m not too sure? Probably my leg or something ahah

42: what is it from?Probably knocked it off a table or my bed lol

43: last time you wanted to be away from somewhere really bad?Now :) contemplating changing my plans to get awayyyy (it won’t happen tho lol)

44: who was the last person you were on the phone with?Apparently my dad last week! You can tell I like never ring people.

45: do you have a favourite pair of shoes?Any of my trainers tbh. My trainers or another pair of shoes that idk what they’re called lol

46: do you wear hats if your having a bad hair day?Na bc school. Can’t wear hats. Don’t really have any to wear anyway

47: would you ever go bald if it was the style?Probably not? Idk

48: do you make supper for your family?Nope!

49: does your bedroom have a door?It does but I barely close it?

50: top 3 web-pages?Idk. I don’t use a computer or laptop too often unless it’s for school stuff or Netflix

51: do you know anyone who hates shopping?Erm, probably. My dad likes food shopping but not like shopping shopping.

52: does anything on your body hurt?My shoulder, I pulled a muscle last night!

53: are goodbyes hard for you?Depends who it is and how long it’s for?

54: what was the last beverage you spilled on yourself?Probably Coke :/

55: how is your hair?Erm, it’s good?? Idk what this questions really asking tbh?? It’s short and thick and kinda blond now??

56: what do you usually do first in the morning?Roll over. Then go on my phone when I pull myself together

57: do you think two people can last forever?I like to think yes. That there’s someone for everyone and all that. But people change and grow naturally so it’s easy for two people to move apart.

58: think back to january 2007, were you single?OF COURSE!?

59: green or purple grapes?Either I don’t mind. I eat purple grapes more bc that’s what my parents buy

60: when’s the next time you will give someone a big hug?Idk

61: do you wish you were somewhere else right now?Erm yep

62: when will be the next time you text someone?Idk. Tonight, tomorrow? Normally it’s me texting my sister a video or smth

63: where will you be 5 hours from now?Asleep!

64: what were you doing at 8 this morning.Sleeping, I woke up just before 9.

65: this time last year, can you remember who you liked?No one. This time last year was difficult. Didn’t have time for that

66: is there one person in your life that can always make you smile?Yep! My two friends

67: did you kiss or hug anyone today?No. Did yesterday though

68: what was your last thought before you went to bed last night?“I feel so sick”

69: have you ever tried your hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end?Yeah of course I have? But then again, hasn’t everyone?

70: how many windows are open on your computer?Currently 0, I’m not on my computer.

71: how many fingers do you have?All 10 :)

72: what is your ringtone?Generic iPhone one

73: how old will you be in 5 months?Still 17…but I’ll nearly be 18

74: where is your mum right now?In the living room

75: why aren’t you with the person you were first in love with or almost in love?Bc they were a twat (I didn’t love them but said person fits this question best)

76: have you held hands with somebody in the past three days?Nope!

77: are you friends with the people you were friends with two years ago?Well, two people….I’m not going to get into this though

78: do you remember who you had a crush on in year 7?Yes. Kinda links to the earlier twat

79: is there anyone you know with the name mike?Yep! One of teachers hahah

80: have you ever fallen asleep in someones arms?No I don’t think so

81: how many people have you liked in the past three months?0

82: has anyone seen you in your underwear in the last 3 days?Nope

83: will you talk to the person you like tonight?Nope, don’t like anyone

84: you’re drunk and yelling at hot guys/girls out of your car window, you’re with?Unlikely scenario but probably my best friend

85: if your bf/gf was into drugs would you care?Well…yeah I would if they’re killing themselves everyday?

86: what was the most eventful thing that happened last time you went to see a movie?We got given the tickets for free off a group of lads!!

87: who was your last received call from?Sadly the doctors ahaha

88: if someone gave you $1,000 to burn a butterfly over a candle, would you?This screams butterfly effect to me….couldn’t

89: what is something you wish you had more of?Time? Energy? Confidence?

90: have you ever trusted someone too much?I have total trust issues. So probably :)

91: do you sleep with your window open?Occasionally

92: do you get along with girls?More than boys yeah. Idk. I haven’t found my people

93: are you keeping a secret from someone who needs to know the truth?No?

94: does sex mean love?Apparently not to some

95: you’re locked in a room with the last person you kissed, is that a problem?Yeah? Bc I’m locked in a room by my fkn self

96: have you ever kissed anyone with a lip ring?:)))

97: did you sleep alone this week?Erm yeah every night?

98: everybody has somebody that makes them happy, do you?I guess yeah!

99: do you believe in love at first sight?I think it’s more lust? Or love with their looks/vibe? You can’t love a person by just looking at them

100: who was the last person that you pinky promise?Couldn’t tell you!

#long post #ask #anon #personal #it's finally done!

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artificialqueens · 8 years ago

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Driven Away - Pharon - Part 1 - Cece

Hello my lovelies, everyones asking for Pharon including me so i figured i’d save you guys from the drought even if it doesnt help me :( becuz i’d be the happiest ever if someone did this for me!

Quick little thing though, this Pharon is not for everyone and by that i mean TW!

We have a MAJOR trigger warning on Alcoholism and Alcohol in general, a very present and main topic to the story, so be safe!

It will also involve some forms of violence, sorta kinda hit and run, cuss words, hospital, and i can’t think of anything else that would need a TW, maybe i’ll including smoking but not yet.

a few things: this AU is in a universe in which The world saw Sharon as the bad guy in the whole Phi/Sharon fight, and Phi Phi as the good part of it.

Female pronouns used but they are very much men, and things will evenutally switch up names and pronouns.

enjoy, leave feedback, and no i am not sure how many parts will be made of this <3 toodles - cece

“Call me back, please Sharon, I wanna talk.” Phi Phi begged into the phone as she made her way to her car. “actually, we need to talk."

She ducked as she got into the drivers seat of her car and plopped her cellphone down in the cup holder to her side. She slammed the car door, getting some of the frustration she had with Sharon go.

The fourth episode had just aired and not only were the editors harsh on the spooky queen, but so was all of social media. People just gagging over the fight but 99% being on the side of Phi Phi and sending Sharon a big fuck you in the form of "Go back to Party city, for real bitch”

When her and Sharon had agreed to do the tiff between them to get to the top two and become iconic, it was never done in plans that one would receive all the hate, but here she was feeling sick to her stomach over the hate she saw pouring in for Sharon.

She wasn’t truly at fault, they had made the pact together and editors just decided to side with Phi Phi for it. Why, she wondered, why could they not make it a both side thing, but then she remembered it was reality tv and instead just wished it on her.

As she drove her car aimlessly, wondering where on earth to go she had to pull over after ten minutes of driving. Her mind couldn’t let this go, as she opened up the twitter app to see thousands of more things pouring it. Ignoring all the positive and Sharon bashing tweets she personally got, she went straight to see a hashtag had been started.

#Sharonthehate had been started and holy crap did it already have a good amount of entries for being such a lame ass pun.

She looked through a few, not believing that these words could come out of people to post cowardlessly on twitter because of a show.

One tweet caught her attention however, it read: “Just saw the bitch in the flesh @ Gene’s bar, hope she drives herself home #sharonthehate”

Phi Phi not only grimaced at how awful the thought was, but then she thought of the fact she knew exactly where Genes bar was. Not only was she not gonna let that tweet come true and find Sharon dead behind the wheel of a car, alcohol still on her breathe even in death, but she would finally get to talk to her.

She started her car back up and took the familiar roads to get to the establishment, only taking a few short mineuetes to pull in the parking lot and hop out of her car. She made her way up to the front doors of the place, and swung open the door, making a bell ring.

She looked around as she placed her hands in her pockets, the cold from the metal of the door handle still stung at her skin. She finally spotted a person, sitting up at the bar, who’s back of the head resembled her fellow queen.

The place was low key empty she noticed seeing as the only other person sitting on one of the actual stools at the bar and not a booth or table was someone all the way on the other side.

“Sharon.” Phi Phi said as she walked up behind the girl, who spun around from hearing her name. The spinning of the chair was a lot looser than she thought it’d be as she spilled some of her clear drink (no doubt vodka) onto the other queen as she struggled to not fall off her seat.

She gave Phi Phi a glare who was picking up some napkins to dry at her shirt which now smelled just like the heavy substance. She spun back around catching herself by smacking her hands down on the bar, and also using it to signal the bartender.

“Double shot again, keep them coming.” She told him, watching him nod as she just let her head fall onto the cool top of the bar.

Phi Phi went to the stool next to the spooky queen and got up on it, now on the same level as her friend and able to get her attention better (especially with how short she was).

“Goooo the fuck awayyyy.” Sharon mumbled, something Phi Phi just could understand between the slur in the talk and how her mouth was covered.

“I was hoping you’d just had your phone turned off before but clearly my fear is right and you are mad at me.” She said which made Sharon come out from where she hid her face in her arms.

“Mad?” Sharon asked before bursting into hysterical laughter, no doubt the alcohol was already getting to her. “You’re the reason everyone hates me, and i’m gonna do something like thank you for it? Hell nooooo!"

The bartender walked over with the double shot about to hand it to Sharon when Phi Phi cut in "isn’t over serving something you could get a fine for, or i don’t know, your alcohol license revoked?"

She gave the man a glare until he back off and took the glorious liquid away from Sharon making her grow madder as she stared desperately at the stuff in the shot glass be taken away.

"You BITCH!” She screamed, getting the people in the joint to look, but grow disinterested shortly after. “You take away my fans and now your taking away my drink, in what hell is that something you think you can do."

"You’re drunk Sharon, you know why I told him not to serve you.” She muttered

“I can handle some drinks, you don’t own me.” Sharon screamed out as she picked her coat up from the stool on the other side of her.

“Thats not what I’ve heard,” She said before lowering her voice. “I know you’ve previously had alcohol issues, i’m being a helpful friend, whether you see it now or not.”

"You are not my friend! You are nothing to meeee, I want you out of my life you career wrecker-er!“

The illiterate words spat out at Phi Phi hurt, a lot, but she knew a mad Sharon was better than a dead one, so as her heart broke and Sharon made a bee line for the door she decided to follow.

"You don’t have to like me but let me drive you home!” She yelled out into the cold as she sprinted outside after her.

“Go to hell.” She said as she fiddled with her keys.

“Sharon you cannot drive while drunk, not only for your safety but others too!” She said as she got right up to sharon who was now in her car, closing the door on Phi Phi.

“I can drive, i’ll be fine, as fine a s i can be!” She said as she gripped the wheel of her car and closed her eyes. She was upset, frustrated and didn’t need the voice of phi phi to tell her what to do. She would never admit it but she was a little dazed like phi phi suspected.

“I’m not letting you leave here and kill yourself!” Phi Phi said as she stood arms crossed in from the the vehicle blocking the girl from going forward.

‘idiot’ Sharon thought as she looked at her and began to press her foot down on the petal. 'i can still go backwards’ .

Her foot goes down and goes back up straight away after hearing a sound that made her mouth drop. She swore- okay she SWORE, the car was in reverse but nope, she’d just managed to hit Phi Phi O'Hara with her car.

“Shit, Shit, Shit..” she repeated as she hoped out of her car to go to the girl who was laid on the pavement.

She bent down to the girl and moved her hand to push away some hair revealing blood that got onto Sharon’s fingers as well.

“Phi Phi wake up, tell me i’m a drunk or anything just wake the fuck up!” Sharon begged as she shook the girl. no response.

She quickly placed her ear down onto the chest of the fellow queen and was relieve to hear it’s still beating, faint but there.

She picked up the phone out of phi Phi’s pocket, thanking everything that it was still working as she dialed the 3 numbers of 9-1-1.

“Ambulance to Gene’s bar.” She just spat before dropping the phone and scurrying off to her car to get out of there.

She didn’t want Phi Phi dead, god no she didn’t, and she wanted to stay to make sure that she wasn’t but she knew hitting Phi Phi was the cherry on top to get her all the hate and death threats in the world.

So Sharon drove off, guilty, and red handed as she wondered if her co star was okay, another part forgetting any hate she had in her stubborn little heart for the girl who was in a puddle of blood thanks to her and her intake of alcohol.

She didn’t know what was worse, Phi phi could be dead, fans could think she did it and destory her, or the fact that she wanted another drink to soothe herself when that was the reason she was in the situation in the first place.

#pharon #phi phi o'hara #sharon needles #cece #driven away #tw alcohol #tw violence #au #rpdr fanfiction #canon compliant #submission

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aaronhart93-archive · 5 years ago

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‘Cause I Got High ll Aaroman

Discord thread featuring: Aaron & @romanbeckett

Mentions: N/A

When: Sunday, June 21st

Where: Aaron’s penthouse

Description: Aaron and Roman drop acid

Trigger Warnings: smut and drug use

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧.

Roman was exhausted, it had been a long day, but he was excited to get high with his boyfriend. Ro took down his hair from his bun the second he was through the door, trying to hurry to the shower so he could grab a quick one before Aaron got home. Besides, Aaron’s master shower was fucking glorious, and he really loved any excuse to bathe in it.

AARON.

Aaron was racing home pretty quickly from his meeting, although the New York City traffic was making that pretty hard to do. He should really start thinking about taking the train again, but god the subway disgusted him. He was still in his navy blue suit from his day and couldn’t wait to get out of it to get into comfortable clothes to hang out with Roman. When he finally got up to his pent after what seemed like a longer than normal commute home, he took a deep breathe and took off his jacket. He could hear the shower ruining so took the chance to grab some water and collect himself before his boyfriend stepped out of the shower. He walked into the master bed changed into a pair of sweatpants and a Beatles t-shirt, and immediately felt even more relaxed.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧.

Roman didn’t hear Aaron come in, because he of course had the playlist Aaron had made for him blasting over Bluetooth while showering. He loved getting lost in all of his boyfriend’s favorite songs, one reason being that they genuinely just had the same taste in music. They were so opposite in a lot of ways, and yet somehow complimented eachother so well. It seemed too good to be true, but he hoped the worst was over. Ro began towel drying himself off as he sang along to some U2 in front of the vanity mirror, being dramatic as fuck as he did a little dance for himself, naked as the day he was born. “It’s a beautiful day!!” He spun around, and then grabbed onto the marble sink like it was part of his choreography. “Don’t let it get awayyyy! Toooouch me...” Roman grabbed his chest, and closed his eyes as he ran a hand down his lean body. “Take me to another place...”

AARON.

Aaron quickly realized that he was hearing Roman listening to the playlist Aaron had made him while they were apart. Aaron’s heart did a little flip. It helped him know that Roman genuinely cared about him when the other told him he would listen to the playlist he had made for him. Then when he heard Roman screaming along to some of his favorite lyrics, a huge grin grew on his face. It was kind of a coincidence that the pair had a smilies taste in music. It opened so many doors for them; blasting their favorite songs together in the car and going to concerts together. Those were all things that Aaron were important to share with a partner. The businessman poked his head into the mater bath to Roman dancing and singing to the music. He laughed. “Cute!” He shouted over the music. He walked up to him and gave him a tiny kiss hello.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧.

Roman nearly jumped several feet in the air when he heard Aaron’s voice, throwing his comb across the bathroom, and nailing a shampoo bottle. “Bloody hell.” He sighed against the smaller’s lips, pushing his wet curls back away from his face as he took in some deep breaths. Holy shit. That had nearly given him a heart attack, but now he was smiling, and blushing at the realization that he’d been caught. “Oops.” He giggled. “Welcome home, babe. I ordered dinner.”

AARON.

Aaron let out a huge cackle when the brush went flying in the air. “Sorry I scared you, damn.” He chuckled a few more times, before biting down on his lips and realizing that Roman was completely naked. He honestly loved having Roman around the penthouse lately, and part of him almost dreaded the idea of helping Roman eventually find an apartment of his home. He kinda just wished he could always stay with him. “What we get?” He asked him.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧.

Roman laughed a bit in return when Aaron apologized for scaring him, knowing fully well that he’d overreacted, as usual. There wasn’t much Roman Beckett did in his life that was anything short of dramatic. The taller reached to grab Aaron’s chin, pressing his thumb to the man’s cleft before pulling him in for another quick kiss. Okay, maybe not so quick. There was definitely tongue. “Acid tabs.” He answered the smaller, and then turned to finish washing his face in the sink, and then proceeded to dry off, and apply moisturizer, and watermelon flavored lip balm.

AARON.

Aaron smiled on his lips as they kissed again. He rubbed his hands up and down his sides. “Perfect.” He leaned against the wall in his bathroom and watched Roman finish his post- showier routine, taking notes and just admiring the view. Aaron had never dropped acid before, even when he did drugs before he became a dad. There was never anyone he wanted to share that experience with until he meant Roman, and Aaron knew that he would have a good trip by Roman by his side. “So how long a trip usually last?” He asked, curiously. He’d be lying if said he weren’t a little nervous. This was probably not the first question he’d be asking him tonight.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧.

“It depends.” Roman smirked while turning his head to look at the other, and then decided to brush his teeth one more time. Ro was OCD, and Aaron was about to find that out big time. There were just certain routines, and things that Roman felt like he absolutely had to do. Nothing too crazy, it wasn’t hurting anyone after all. “Usually for me, about twelve hours...so.” He chuckled, and then moved past the businessman to the walk in closet for a pair of Aaron’s underwear. They were designer, and made his ass look immaculate. “Hope you’re okay with being up all night.” He turned around to pose for his boyfriend in a tight pair of red briefs.

AARON.

Aaron spent a lot of time on his morning and evening skin and hair routine. It was important for him to look good whenever he went to work or other social events. He felt like the had an imagine he needed to upload. He loved high fashion. Something else the pair had in common, even though they still dressed so differently. They balanced each other out so well. Aaron raised his brow. “12 hours??” He was kinda nervous that if he had a bad trip he’d be stuck on it for half a day, and he had no idea that the high would last for so long. “I didn’t know it was that long.” Aaron knew that dropping acid at like a bell curve, and the top of the bell curve was the peak of your high. It sounded better than any coke he’s ever done in his early 20s, so he wondered why he was nervous to try this one.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧.

Roman felt a little bad when Aaron seemed to get a little concerned, and stepped forward to place his hand on the man’s cheek. “Baby, it’ll be okay. It tapers off. It’s more like a few hours of energy, like coke, and then it gets more and more mellow.” He tried to convince the smaller, figuring it wouldn’t be as bad as he was fearing it would be. “Besides, we’ll probably fuck enough to burn off the energy pretty damn fast.” He snorted.

AARON.

Aaron brought his hand up to meet his boyfriend’s hand in his cheek. He wouldn’t have suggested they get high together unless he was sure he wanted to do it. He knew he was getting nervous for no reason. “Okay, babe.” Aaron nodded. He trusted Roman to give him an accurate description of what tripping was like. “I like that plan.” He laughed along with him. Aaron and Roman has had a lot of sex that weekend, but they couldn’t seem to keep their hands off of each other. He’d also heard that sex was absolutely amazing on acid, and wanted to experience that with the green eyed man.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧.

“I promise it’ll be okay.” He assured his boyfriend, and then leaned in to kiss him once again. “C’mon.” Roman grabbed one of Aaron’s hands to lead him out of the closet (haha), deciding not to bother with a shirt since acid normally made his body temperature spike anyway. “Okay, so...” he grabbed their tabs of acid, tearing one off to show the smaller before placing it under his own tongue. “Dissolves under your tongue in about ten minutes, and takes about an hour to kick in.” He handed Aaron a tab, and smirked at him.

AARON.

“I’m excited. I swear.” He gave him a reassuring grin. Aaron followed Roman out of the closet and into his bedroom. He watched the other show his what to do. He smiled back at him as took the tab from the other and followed his lead by placing the drug under his tongue, giving a dramatic shrug before he did. “Fuck it.” He said, playfully. “Do you actually want to watch part of Gone With the Wind while we wait?” He didn’t actually love the idea of finishing that movie, but just like Roman was listening to Aaron’s playlist, Aaron wanted to learn everything Roman liked.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧.

Ro smiled as Aaron just went for it like a champ, excited to see how he would act once it kicked in. His face lit up at the mention of his favorite movie though, clearly about to lose his mind over it as he bounced around. He really shouldn’t bounce while wearing only tiny briefs. Or maybe he should? Depends on how you look at it. “Yesss, good idea! Our food’s on its way.” He informed the other, and then moved in for yet another quick kiss. Then, they were piling on the couch to watch part two of gone with the wind, Roman trying his best to not attack Aaron, failing only one time right before the food arrived. He was practically eating the smaller’s face off when the buzzer went off. At least it was a good appetizer. “Starting to feel it?” Ro asked Aaron as soon as he got their trash cleaned up from dinner, the movie still going on of course.

AARON.

Aaron noticed Roman’s face light up when he suggested they finish the movie. Jesus, he’d do just about anything to make Roman happy like that constantly. Besides, he didn’t actually hate the movie. They had made nearly a record time before they were sucking each other’s faces again. Aaron thought about romans question. Things were starting to feel a little wavy, but he wasn’t sure if that was just in his head. “Maybe.” He said with a few blinks, staring at the TV as the movie played. Aaron slid his hand into Roman’s when joined him again on the couch. “I think so.” He said thinking about his state a little bit more. He blinked as he looked at the tv again and say little tiny waves of color bounce across off the screen. “Oh!” He exclaimed. “Yeah it’s working.”

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧.

“It comes on really subtly.” He informed his boyfriend, squeezing his hand as he admired Aaron’s profile. He really had gotten so lucky with this living, breathing work of art. Aaron Hart was by far the most handsome guy he’d ever seen, and he could just...admire him for hours without looking away. A small giggle erupted when Aaron suddenly noticed the LSD begin to work it’s magic, his lips curving up in the corner. “Okay, how about this? I have climbed...the highest mountains! I have runnn through the fields -“ he started to sing loudly, his smooth, velvety voice bouncing off the ways, and vibrating their souls. “ - only to be with you. Only to be with youuuu.” Roman moved forward to get his lips close to his partner’s ear, voice now barely a whisper. “It burned like fire, this burning desire...” he spoke the lyrics.

AARON.

As he felt his body slowly begin to fall into his trip, he took a breath of relief. This was going to be a good trip and he suddenly couldn’t even fathom being worried about something like that. Another one of his favorite songs. He grinned, quietly humming along with him. He closed his eyes to focus solely on the man’s sultry voice. “Mmm...better than Bono.” He joked. But Roman was a fucking fantastic singer. A chill ran down Aaron’s spine when the other male whispered into his ear. “I’m so happy you like the playlist.” He had probably already told Roman that several times before, but he just wanted to remind him how elated he was to know that Roman was listening to it.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧.

“Of course I do. I’ll never hear them again without thinking of you.” Roman finally moved so that he was straddling his boyfriend on the couch. He should be paying attention to the absolutely terrible things going on behind him - Melony was literally having a VERY difficult birth, but Ro was feeling good. “Mmmm....mmm hmmmm mmmmm....” he hummed, closing his eyes as he brought his arms above his head, and ground to the tune that was currently thumping in his head. It was so clear, he felt as if Aaron had to hear it as well. This was apparently a trippy version of a lap dance, but at least he looked hot. Hopefully.

AARON.

Aaron smiled. He wasn't sure if Roman knew it, but hearing that Roman tell him how he would think of Aaron every time he heard U2 was really special to Aaron. The brunette moved his hands to his boyfriend's thighs, rubbing them lightly. He slipped his hands under his boxer shorts above his knees because for some reason, his skin felt so fucking amazing right now. Aaron wasn't sure exactly what Roman was thinking inside of his head, but for some reason he felt like he knew. It must've been the acid that made Aaron feel so connected to this trip partner. Like they were having the same trip. He started to understand why people liked doing this so much.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧.

Roman dropped his hands to sit on Aaron’s broad shoulders, squeezing them before his fingers were moving farther, and farther, until he was stroking down his biceps. His eyes were stuck on his boyfriend’s face, feeling as if he could see every detail so much more vividly than normal. His eyes, which were already a brilliant blue, were now practically SPLASHING like the ocean. He could hear the sea, feel the warm breeze. God, he wanted to dip his feet in the sand right now. Aaron made him feel that way, skin browned by the sun, the smell of salt water, and coconut. That feeling of wave hopping all day, and coming back to a full meal - never more hungry in your life as you are after a day on the beach. Any food tasted like the best meal of your life, and the nap that followed was bliss. That was his relationship with Aaron. Even when things were bad, they felt bad together, and the longing was always there. “I love you, Clark.” Roman finally said, a small smirk at the corner of his pink lips.

AARON.

The bright red from his boxers that his boyfriend had on seemed to bleed onto his skin as he looked down at his lap. He looked up and down Roman’s body which seemed physically be radiating energy from his skin, his curls physically bouncing around his face and tattoos dancing on his skin. The nickname that Roman had given to him so many months ago never sounded so sweet. “I love you so fucking much.” He smiled back up at him. His feelings towards Roman felt so much more intense in this moment, he nearly forgot about the Civil War happening on the TV behind his partner. He was just too caught up in the moment. He brought his fingers to the man’s chest and traced the outlining of the big, dancing tattoo on his torso.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧.

“Feelin’ good, love?” Ro asked his boyfriend, able to read if he was in some other universe currently. At least it seemed like maybe this was a better trip for Aaron than he’d been paranoid about, which was good to know. He would have felt fucking terrible if his boyfriend had a terrible experience. “Aaron?” He heard himself asking again, feeling as if he’d been waiting a long time for an answer from the smaller...but maybe he hadn’t?? Hard to tell.

AARON.

Aaron was so caught up in his boyfriend's dancing tattoos that he barely heard what Roman was say. Well, he heard it but he just didn't really process that he needed to give him an answer. His attention went from the other's tattoos, then to his chest, then to the fact that the taller had four whole nipples. He poked each one because why not? Roman was all his. He couldn't believe he was finally saying that. "Huh?" Aaron said, looking up into his green eyes. "Yeah, I'm feeling amazing." he grinned and reached his hand up to cup his cheek and rub his face with his thumb.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧.

Roman busted out laughing when Aaron snapped back into reality. He looked so adorable all bewildered and high. Every time Aaron touched his cheek like that, the pad of his thumb running over the highest point of his cheekbone like it was made of glass. He just… It was hard to describe the way that it made Ro feel. Butterflies in his stomach didn’t even begin to form a definition - tingling sensations, they were there, but it was so much more than that. Looking down into those magnificent blue eyes, it felt like Roman was realizing just how in love with this man he really was. He thought he knew before, but wow. He’d had no idea. After a few more seconds of staring, Ro decided to lunge forward and seal their lips together, kissing his boyfriend, and tasting the rainbow. Literally. Wow. Rainbows tasted good.June 22, 2020

AARON.

Aaron could have sat and stared at Roman all fucking day. Because - holy shit - he never thought he'd actually be able to do that again. He could see how his thumb left behind little trails of color as he pet him. Their lips connected and Aaron felt his whole body buzz like it was on fire. He moved his hands down his bare back slowly to rest his hands on this hips. Why did this feel so much better than normal? Was it Roman who told him that sex with so much better on acid or was it someone else? He had no idea because he couldn't seem to concentrate on anything else but the taste of his boyfriend. "mmm...taste amazing." he hummed between passionate kisses.(edited)

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧.

Ro was glad that apparently Aaron was starting to really appreciate the good side of acid. They were both so sexual to begin with, thinking with their dicks probably 95% of the time, but on LSD? Ha. Wow. Everything was heightened, and so beautiful - like they were in fucking Pandora or something. You know, from Avatar? This was like THAT. “Yeah -“ Roman mumbled against his boyfriend’s lips, now grinding against the smaller because his cock was starting to swell in his briefs from the way Aaron was touching, and kissing him. His hands were now in the businessman’s hair, raking his painted nails over Aaron’s scalp, light, and sensual.

AARON.

A low moan escaped Aaron's lips when Roman's length grinding against his. He let out a low moan as he felt is cock growing against Roman's. Aaron always appreciated good foreplay, but this time the feeling was so much more intense. The feeling of the other's hands through his hair felt fucking amazing; it left Aaron's mind buzzing as his fingers traced his messy hair. It resulted in him accidentally letting out an even louder moan onto his lips. They almost felt connected to each other; like they knew each other's move because it started to feel like they were moving in-sync. Not to mention, he was so fucking in love. Soon enough, dick was pressed him against his sweatpants. "Tell me what you want." he commanded him, playing with the waist of his boxers, begging him to slip out of them.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧.

Roman was so turned on at this point, that he was starting to make a small wet spot in the crotch of his boxers. He was panting still, cheeks flushed, and nearly as pink as his lips. “I...” Ro struggled to find his words as he focused on Aaron’s hands at his waist, head rolling on his neck with his eyes closed to take in how good this felt right now. Roman was holding onto Aaron’s hair to keep himself steady, feeling like he might fall backwards at any moment if he didn’t. He wanted to take a ride. Yes. That’s what he wanted. “I wanna ride your huge cock, daddy. I want to impale myself on you.” Roman breathed out while looking back down at his boyfriend with heavily displayed pupils.

AARON.

Heavy pants left Aaron's lips as they moved. Aaron watched how fucking flawless he looked when he rolling his head back on his shoulders. Could anyone be any fucking sexier? He wished he could have taken a picture of just how colorful and physically flawless the other looked right now. It was fucking a gorgeous site to be seen. Color and light seemed to radiate from his skin. "Fuckin'..." Aaron cold barely get any words out at this point he was so overwhelmed with the feeling of their hips moving together. "Fuck, baby. I want inside of you. I want to feel you around me...." he let out through deep pants and low moans. His hand rolled back on the back of the couch, but he tried to keep eye contact with Roman the whole time. He just didn't want to look away.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧.

Aaron really didn’t have to say much else to get Roman motivated to move further. They were both at the height of their trip, horny as fuck, and itching to get out of their clothes. Ro stood up to get his underwear off, kicking it to the side prior to helping his boyfriend get stripped down as well. “God, you’re so hot.” He breathed out almost animalistically, suddenly happy for the lube he’d already left by the couch for this very anticipated, yet spontaneous moment. “Hope you’re ready.” Roman gave the smaller a wicked grin, and then positioned himself between the smaller’s legs so that he could start sucking him off, deciding a nice little acid trip foreplay would be a great experience for his loved.

AARON.

Aaron stood up across from Roman almost immediately at the other hopped off of him; he could barely wait anymore. Aaron gazed at him as he helped him strip naked, stealing a few small kisses as they worked to get his clothes off. "Give it to me baby, I'm ready." he hummed, raising his brows as Roman lowered to his knees and started blowing him. Every fucking cell in his cock was throbbing. He could feel each of his nerves as Roman's warm mouth wrapped around his dick. He fisted Roman's curly hair tightly and tugged gently. "Fuck, baby, f-feels...so good." he whimpered breathlessly. "Get up against the wall for me now." he knew that if Roman continued like this for even a few more minutes, he was unload into his mouth. But he wasn't ready to cum yet. He wanted this exhilarating feeling to last even longer.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧.

Roman hummed when his hair was pulled, but looked up at his boyfriend the second he was ordered to get up against the wall. Oh god, what was he gonna do? He took his mouth off Aaron’s cock immediately, hanging around just for a second, as if he expected the man to change his mind. His brain was wild right now, and just...yeah. Acid. Ro popped up eventually, and moved against the way for his man, placing his hands on the surface in position as he looked over his shoulder.

AARON.

Aaron looked down at Roman, making eye contact with him. His green eyes started changing different colors...blue, purple, yellow. Whoa. The businessman hungrily kissed and sucked the back of his boyfriend’s neck, probably leaving some marks but he stopped giving a fuck about that. He fisted his hair. Again. “You wanna ride me now, baby?” He whispered in the crevice of where his neck met his shoulder.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧.

Roman smirked when his boyfriend asked if he wanted to ride him now after marking him like that. It felt like every nerve ending in his body was tingling, and it was the best feeling ever. God, he needed more - and to burn off some of this energy. “Yes. I do.” Ro turned around to face the smaller, giving him hungry eyes prior to pushing him back onto the couch. He then loomed over Aaron with a bottle of lube, distributing it generously on his digits so that he could start fingering himself while straddling his boyfriend’s lap.

AARON.

Aaron’s body was still buzzing, literally vibrating and he could feel the energy radiating from their bodies. Their greedy eyes met briefly before Aaron felt himself being pushed back onto his leather couch, breathless pants escaping his lips. The air was hot and his mouth was dry. He could feel beads of sweat begin to gather on his temple. Aaron immediately reached his hands up to grip his boyfriend’s hips when he hit the leather. “Fuck...” he moaned as he watched the taller finger himself. He gently stroked his own throbbing cock as he watched.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧.

Roman was well aware how much Aaron loved watching him play with himself. Not to toot his own horn, but Ro knew how amazing he could make himself look from this position. He knew his angles, and how to work ‘em. It’s how he’d gotten so far in the business. That sounded bad - but, you know what I mean. I think. “How bad for you want me?” Roman rasped out to his boyfriend, watching him stroke his cock with parted lips. Ughhhh, why was he so HOT?!June 23, 2020

AARON.

Roman had never looked so fucking hot. And he wasn’t sure if it was this angle or the acid or both but he looked fucking immaculate. Ugh he wanted to be inside of him so bad, fucking him absolutely senseless. That was like...basically all they did at this point. Fu... baby I want you so fucking bad!” He said, basically whimpering in pleasure. He was so fucking eager to be the other man. He reached up to grab a quick, yet passionate kiss from his boyfriend. “Fuck me. PLEASE. He begged.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧.

Roman admittedly loved seeing Aaron beg him like this. It wasn’t often that he worked the smaller into such a submissive position. It was a good look on his boyfriend though, he had to admit. It got him worked up anyway, to the point he was being almost cruel in making Aaron wait. He just really wanted to see how far he could push the businessman, so that when he finally slid down on his cock, the pleasure would be intense. “I dunno if you’re ready yet...” Roman’s voice was low as he continued to finger himself, scissoring his long digits in and out of his tight heat. Yeah, Aaron’s length would feel so much better, but he could also be patient a little bit longer.

AARON.

Of course Roman was making him wait. Of course he wanted him to bed for him. His personality was so distinct, even in bed. He loved that the other was so unapologetically himself; it was actually sexy as fuck. He loved the way he teased him...including the way he tease him in bed. He knew it would make his orgasm all the more intense. But fuck, he needed him...now. “I want you so, so bad, baby. Please.” He begged him again. His whole body was tense with pleasure at this point. He knew it would be long until he came....he had Roman’s blowjob to thank for that.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧.

Ro got off on having to beg, yes, but he also LOVED making others have to grovel as well. This look right here on his boyfriends face - the heavy lids, panting, a desperation that until this moment, maybe Ro didn’t even realize he enjoyed so much. Christ, it was just so attractive, and awoke every fucking pleasure nerve in his entire body. So, he gave Aaron what he wanted. Roman’s long fingers worked some lube up and down his lover’s shaft before he was just lining up, and sliding down balls deep with a low, raspy moan. Ro tightened his hands on Aaron’s shoulders, his head lulling back while he adjusted in this position.

AARON.

Fucking finally. He was wondering how Roman was able to hold our for so long, because Aaron was certainly struggling. Aaron’s head rolled back on his shoulders and rested his against the back of his leather couch. squeezing his eyes shut he let out a loud, low moan. He brought both of his hips and moved his hands in sync with the others hips. Fuck, he felt amazing. And this position...maybe Aaron’s new favorite to do with his boyfriend.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧.

They didn’t do this much, though Ro honestly wasn’t sure why, I mean??? Phenomenal. He dropped his head forward again to look at the other male, almost hypnotized by how fucking sexy Aaron looked right now. Wow. It was ethereal, and intense, and every time the smaller moved, there were trails left behind that lingered, and then all blended together to make the perfect picture Roman saw before him now. “Feel good?” He could hear his own voice differently than he normally would, and it echoed, and vibrated deep into his core. It felt good, and he hoped Aaron could feel it too as he pressed his palm flat against his boyfriend’s chest.

AARON.

Aaron picked his head up and moved his gaze from tattoo to tattoo on his boyfriend's body that were still dancing and radiating pinks and purples until they were making hungry eye contact again. "Fuck, you feel amazing..." he whispered, breathlessly. Every nerve on his body was standing on edge, his hand on his chest even felt like a gift from God. Aaron knew he was close, especially when he could feel his cum already leaking into Roman. "Ro." he moaned deeply. He slapped his boyfriend's ass so hard that is left a high 'whip' sound echoing in the room.June 24, 2020

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧.

Roman was glad that Aaron seemed to be into this just as much as he hoped he would be. His fingers gently threaded through his boyfriend’s chest hair, tugging lightly prior to leaning in and pressing his lips along Aaron’s neck as he moved his hips up and down on the other’s length. He knew his boyfriend was close, so he was giving it all he had, squeezing around Aaron’s cock, and bouncing on it like his life depended on it. “Aaron!” He whined from deep in his throat, squealing at the slap to his ass - unexpected, but fucking amazing. “Again daddy!!” He rasped with heavy lidded eyes.

AARON.

Roman’s low, raspy moan was sexy as fuck. And hearing his own name come out like that was orgasmic. Aaron was pleased to know how much Roman like him slapping his ass like that, so he was happy to oblige when Roman begged him to slap him again. His hands went right back to his hips, grabbing onto him tightly and moving in sync with him. The next thing he knew he was unloading in his boyfriend, eyes shutting closed and head falling back into his should. He moaned with intense pleasure. “It’s your turn. What do you want, baby?” He asked panting heavily, trying to catch his breathe.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧.

Roman was holding onto Aaron’s shoulders so tight, it was probably painful, but this felt so damn good, he could barely handle it. “God...” that wasn’t what Aaron asked you to say, Ro. He was panting as he looked at his boyfriend, arms now looping lazily around his neck before he was leaning in to press his lips against the orher’s. “Mmm...jus’ touch me.” He asked, not wanting to move, and instead expecting Aaron to just jerk him off until he too was coming undone.

AARON.

Aaron loved the idea of his boyfriend gripping onto him for support and stability. Both literally right now and metaphorically. He was the type of person who made the people he loved want for nothing, and look to him when they needed something. Ro was not excepting. “Anything you want, baby.” He said, bringing on os his hands from his lips and to his cock. He slowly started to move his hand up and down his shaft, occasionally rubbing his thumb around his tip for some extra pleasure. “Come for me baby.” He moaned.(edited)

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧.

Roman had done acid too many times to count, but never in his life had he ever had such a good experience. He loved being with Aaron, and the way he made him feel. When they were together, it’s like he could drown everything else out, and that’s what he needed right now. “I’m - I...” he moaned, shaking a bit when the other ran a thumb around the tip of his cock. FUCK. As soon as he was commanded to cum, Ro began to fuck himself up into Aaron’s hand, once again bouncing on the man’s lap as he moaned through his massive orgasm.June 25, 2020

AARON.

Aaron has actually not expected to feel this way doing acid. He wasn’t exactly sure what he was expecting, but he wasn’t expecting sex to feel this fucking good. The businessman really got off on mutual pleasure, so he beamed when Roman came onto his torso. “Fucking hell, Roman.” He said, finally catching his breathe. “I love you so fucking much. That was intense as fuck.” As if sex with Roman wasn’t already intense and incredible enough. It was still crazy to Aaron that he was calling Roman his boyfriend, even crazy having sex with him again when he thought he never would. Aaron had never pictured himself doing acid either. It was easy for him to come out of his shell when he was around him. He knew the pair had a lot of hardships coming up and that everything was perfect, but when he was with him he seemed to forget about all of that and was just able to enjoy their time together. And he knew that feeling wasn’t from the acid.

#will they ever stop having sex?#no #discord #roman #aaroman

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