#thoughts w/ corey

[grave-st0ned]

GAYS, GHOULS, AND EVERYONE IN BETWEEN:

THEY’RE MAKING MORE THIS IS NOT A DRILL

*​idk when these will drop but i will update when/if i find out*

**UPDATE 8/24 THESE ARE DROPPING FRIDAY 8/25 (TOMORROW) 9a PST !!!!!**

[grave-st0ned]

the way that i’m screeching ferally rn

G3 cupid 💕

[st0neddew-valley]

not the first to say it but haley 100% listens to chappel roan

credit- @/justawormonastring on tiktok

[axewchao]

I might've missed posting this on Christmas, but dammit I'm gonna post this before the new year, mark my words!!

We can just pretend this happened on Christmas Day. What did Dal get for his BFF? Who knows, could be anything! He's already wearing her gift, which is, of course, fuzzy pajama pants.

You can never go wrong with fuzzy pajama pants. Both Dalex and I will die on this hill before we bend on this matter.

[eldritch-nightmare]

anyways since im writing for slahsers and dbd now i'll probably make more bots for them too. i've already got uhhh... i think 5... slasher bots nd one singular dbd bot. two, if you want to count the amanda one.

[st0neddew-valley]

as a console player who has never used a mod in their life (in stardew) i agree i agree i agree

i’m probably the only one but i think vanilla is lowkey underrated

yes all the mods are nice but like concernedape put a hell of a ton of effort in to make it a good game vanilla as well and i don’t see people appreciate that here too much

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[try-again-bissh]

"Oh, That's a Good Woman" Pt 1

Stack x Therese x Cornbread Sinners Fic

Modern AU

I really don't know why naming this was so hard for me?! That's one of my favorite Stack lines in the entire film! This Stack's side story from Imagine Being Loved by Me. It can sort of be read as a standalone, you just wont know the OC that is mentioned but that's fine.

This will only be two parts I swear ! This exists cause Stack was just a lil bit too invested in what Cornbread and his wife had going on for me, it sounded like he gave their sex life a lot of thought.

This part begins right after the fight outside Club Juke in part 11.

Warnings: Do you know who you are talking to? This is gon be Gay as hell. SMUT, Handjobs, Pining, we setting the stage next part yall get to eat.

Word count: 2806

Enjoy!

“Did you see him?” Therese asked, urgency biting the very end of her tone. 

“Da door is still closed, he in there with Cassidy” Corey sighed back. “I ain't seen Smoke and Annie neither.” 

Therese was pacing the floor of VIP, Corey on his break as Slim took over door security for the next hour or so. 

Corey truly couldn't believe his eyes when he saw Cassidy out there hooking and jiving with them people, only to see one of them was Alvin Moore. Corey still cant figure out if he cheered out loud or just in his head when she two pieced that raggedy old man.

Corey knew of Alvin well, he and the twins grew up together. Even Corey's daddy was scared of Alvin back in the day. Mean old drunk. 

When da twins came back from Chicago, they little business certificates in hand, stacks and stacks of drug money at they feet, Corey wasn't sure they would really go legit. Elias and Elijah proved everybody wrong. They wanted Club Juke and they wanted to make it happen the right way. 

Elias came to his home personally to offer him the job, he was head of security, nice office and whole team of people who answered to him. He still liked to watch the door himself on some nights tonight being one of them. Club Juke’s second anniversary party was off to jumping start before Alvin and them crackheads showed up. 

He needed stability and benefits so his woman could take her art seriously. Therese had pipes on her and Stack encouraged her, spending nights seated at the piano in Club Juke letting her rehearse.

Stack had an ear for music, and he loved jazz, the blues and soul. I'm between jibes and roasting each other, him and Therese bonded over music. 

Corey couldn't say exactly when his feelings for Stack started. Stack was always a bright spot in his days back in school. Always down to share some weed, share some laughs. He defended Corey, him and his brother, the only ones from the neighborhood who didn't call him Cornbread. When they disappeared from Clarksdale, he worried but life went on. 

Since working for Club Juke, things escalated. Therese being the catalyst. Her and Stack were the wordsmiths. Banter, playful insults flying back and forth. His wife didn't take shit, she was a tiny spitfire and she ruled him. That's why he married her ass. 

Corey would worry Stack was after his woman, he was notorious for climbing into beds that were already claimed. 

Corey finally talked to his woman about all of this after they missed Pearline's last game night. According to Mary, Cassidy had climbed into Stack’s lap in front of everyone and tried to fuck him on the floor of Pearline and Sammie's living room. Pearline says she kissed him and he looked like his soul had gotten snatched. 

Either way Therese was heated for days. Scolding Corey that they had waited too long to talk to Stack and that Mary was gonna swoop in and get him for good. Till Corey let it slip that Stack had ended things with Mary and he saw Smoke dragging both Annie and Cassidy outta the office bathroom and into a Uber all three of em mused and indecent. 

Corey thought his lil crush on Stack would have been long gone, he was a married man, it had been years. But once Stack was back in Mississippi it was like no time had passed but had. He was different, still quick to smile, quick to share a joke, generous to a fault. He sat at the bar and tasted cocktail after cocktail while Derek was building out the menu, giving feedback and encouragement. 

The first time Sammie took the stage at Club Juke, Stack's eyes filled with tears as he listened to his baby cousin sing the blues in front of his own packed out juke joint. 

Stack was easy to fall for, it seemed almost foolish to fight it. Especially when he told his wife about what happened in the locker room way back. 

Corey had been hiding in the locker room after P.E class. He always waited till all the other boys were gone to shower and get changed. He listened carefully, and once it seemed like he was alone he crept out heading for his locker. 

He jumped when the door opened and someone stumbled in. Before he could hide, Stack came around the corner of lockers looking worse for wear. 

He slumped down on the bench hissing between his teeth, he hadn't seen Corey yet. 

Stack shifted on the bench reaching down he emptied his pockets, dime bags, pre rolls, crumbled bills. He didn't find what he was looking for and lifted his hip to check his back pocket. The movement caused him to hiss and he jerked in pain. The movement caused him to start to fall backwards off the bench, his head careening right for the metal locker behind him. Corey darted forward and caught him. 

He wrapped his arms around Stack back and pulled him upright, their faces pulled in close. Up that close Corey could see the little pieces that made up the brown of Stacks' eyes. Where his mustache was coming in above his lips, sweat beading lightly along the edge. 

“You good?” 

Stack gasped and Corey shifted him, sliding onto the bench beside him letting Stack rest along his side.

“What you still doing in here, Corey?”

He shifted awkwardly trying to adjust his weight, it seemed his side was what was bothering him. 

“I got a free period after PE so I can take my time. You alright?” he asked again. 

“I'm good, this ain't a thang” Stack said, his smile strained but still wide. 

He reached down and lifted his shirt up, his entire left side a huge dark bruise. He hissed between his teeth as tried to get his shirt over his head. 

“Wait, wait lemme” Corey propped Stack onto his shoulder and reached out to help him remove it. 

“You needa ice that. You sure nothings broken?”

They both looked down at Stack's side. “Ain't nothings broken. Ain't there ice packs in here?” 

“Yeah lemme get you one!” Corey took Stack by the shoulders and carefully propped him up.

Corey found the 1st aid kit, busted two ice packs open and quickly returned to Stack.

He sat next to him wrapped then both in Stack's discarded red T-shirt then reached across him to press them to his side. Stack hissed through his teeth then leaned into Corey in relief. 

“You gone tell me why you was hiding in here?” 

Corey sucked his teeth, he ducked his head and “Man I wasn't hiding!” 

“Is it Dauris an em? Imma tell Smoke he still -” 

“Nigga, ain't nobody needa call Smoke!” 

They locked eyes and Stack sighed. “You needa beat his lil ass and then he won't pop shit no mo” 

“Ion like fighting..” Corey muttered, keeping his eyes fixed on the ground. Waiting for Stack to laugh at him. 

There was silence. 

“Me either.” Stack replied, his voice quiet and hushed, a bitter smile across his lips. Corey’s head snapped up and they stared at each other.

Stack had never noticed that there was a lil green in Corey's eyes, or that he had freckles all over his face. Corey was so damn tall they had never really been this close before. His skin was light enough that his cheeks turned pink the longer Stack stared at him. 

He swallowed thickly. It was happening again. That feeling he got sometimes when he looked at another boy for too long. He licked his dry lips. Corey's eyes darted down to his mouth and Stack watched them darken. 

Stack wondered, would kissing a boy be the same as kissing girls? It's gotta be right? Lips is lips, a body is a body. He liked that Corey was bigger than him, he liked how he smelt, even though he was sweaty from PE. 

Before he knew it, before he could stop himself he was leaning forward, eyes glued to Corey's part lips. 

He pressed his mouth to his softy, just for a moment. He pulled back and Corey stared at him wide eyed, blinking rapidly. 

Fuck it. 

Stack leaned in again and caught Corey's mouth. It occurred to him when he heard Corey's startled inhale and felt him move his lips awkwardly, this might be Corey's first kiss. 

He ran his tongue along Corey's lip, till he opened up and let him in. Corey tasted like blue raspberry jolly ranchers, and his mouth was so hot and slick. 

Stack pulled back breathing so heavily. “This okay?” 

Corey nodded quickly, his eyes wide, whole face flushed, and Stack grabbed the back of his neck pulling him in for another kiss. 

With Corey's arm still wrapped around him Stack leaned into his broad chest and kissed him hard. He was getting worked up, hard in his jean shorts, he could barely feel the pain in his side anymore. He loved kisses and Corey was catching pretty quick, sucking on his lips and tongue, kissing him back heatedly.

Stack ran his hand down Corey's chest till it landed over the large bulge in his lap. Corey jolted and the kiss broke. 

“Wait uh” 

“What's wrong?” 

“Let me.” Corey reached over and undid Stacks shorts. 

“You done this before?” 

Corey snorted, “Yeah all the time, probably more than you have.”

What?! Stack felt like his eyes were gonna fall outta his head. He reached down and grabbed Corey's wrist, halting his movements. 

“Wit who?!” He demanded. 

“Huh?” 

“What dudes you been messing around with?” 

“What? Nobody!”

“Den what you mean, you do dis all da time?” 

Corey laughed, “I meant to myself, I ain't never touched nobody else” 

“Oh” Relief that didn't really make sense washed over him. 

They shared a smile. Stack leaned in and kissed Corey again. 

“Can I?” Corey asked. Stack nodded. 

Corey reached into Stacks shorts and pulled him out. Both of them breathless again, Corey looked up at Stack with heated eyes before, spitting in his palm and wrapping his hand around  Stack, stroking firmly. 

“Oh fuck” Stacks forehead fell onto his shoulder as pleasure filled him from his toes to his head. 

Corey pulled him more firmly into his side and fist moved steadily up and down, twisting his hand at the head like he often did to himself. 

Stacks sneakers squeaked on the locker room floor, as he squirmed he bit his lip hard fighting not to make too much noise. But it felt so good.

Corey was right, he was so good at this. His head nestled in Corey's neck he panted, Corey hand speeding up working him over the edge. Stack came with a muffled grunt of his name. 

Corey watched Stacks face crease with pleasure, and heard him utter his name like it had never been said before.

They panted against each other for a moment, Corey let Stack’s dick flop wetly against his abdomen. Stack still panting, reached for Corey’s pants. 

“Lemme” he whispered, trying to catch his breath. 

“Nah I got it” 

“What? Corey, come on” Stack protested, he wanted to touch him too. 

“You hurt and you left handed” Corey pointed out, pulling down his gym shorts with his clean hand. 

“At least lemme see den, come on” His tone edging up into a whine. 

Corey hesitated, then looked into Stack’s dark pleading eyes. He pulled himself out. 

Stack's jaw dropped and he gasped. That's gotta be the biggest dick in Mississippi. He mindlessly reached out a hand to touch him, then hissed when he twisted too far. 

“I told yo ass stay still!” 

‘It ain't fair!” 

“Iight damn hol on” Corey shifted still he straddled the locker room bench, then carefully pulled Stack between his legs so he wouldn't have to twist over his lap to reach him.

With his prize much closer Stack’s smile returned. He wrapped his hand around the base of Corey's dick and marveled at how much stuck out of the top of his fist. 

Corey wrapped his cum covered hand around the rest of his length and stroked himself fast. 

Stack couldn't decide if he wanted to stare at his face or at his dick. He squeezed around Corey and Corey grunted twisted his fist at the head of his dick. 

Stack leaned up and caught his mouth in another kiss, both their fists working Corey over. 

 “Nigga this dick so fucking big” Stack muttered in awe. Corey whimpered.

Corey didn't lie, he jerked off daily, multiple times but it had never been this good. I didn't understand but Stack's body pressed hotly against him, his breath on his neck panting, his hand squeezing and trying to match Corey's rhythm was undoing him. 

Corey came with a grunt, Stack moaned softly as his cum dripped over their tangled fingers, stroked slowly as he came down. 

“Fuck, shit” he panted. 

“Yeah” Corey whispered back, unable to catch his breath. 

They stared at each other for a long moment, both seeming to wait for the other to regret what had happened between them. 

With no freak outs, no shouting in disgust. Corey wiped his hand on his gym shorts and fixed Stack's pants for him. 

He rose and unlocked his locker, tossing Stack a washrag and taking out his stuff to go and shower. 

“You good?” Stack asked, wiping his hand clean. 

Corey nodded and they stared at each other for a moment. 

“Stack?” The locker room doors open and they could hear Smoke calling for his twin. 

Far too quickly for a boy of his size Corey grabbed his things and disappeared into a shower stall.

Stack stared wide eyed and then Smoke came around the corner. “Nigga you good? You found dem ice packs?” 

“Yeah I got em.” 

“Iight den let's go, dem niggas waiting on us” 

Smoke reached for Stack’s folded up shirt and unrolled it. Placing it over his brother's head, he held out the arms and helped him put it on. 

Stack hobbled to his feet, “Yo, you seen Dauris today?” They made their way to the doors. 

“Yeah, he wit Carly and em. Saw him outside. 

“Kay, Imma beat his ass.” 

Smoke nodded. No question asked. If someone needed a beat down, they was gone hand it to em. 

They had never talked about it, a month later Smoke and Stack left for Chicago. Corey was married now but you never really forget your first. When he told Therese well into their relationship that his first kiss had been with a boy from school her eyes had glittered. When she met Stack she put two and two together far too quickly for Corey's liking. She said there was a light in his eyes when he looked at Stack that he didn't have with other people. Therese claimed that light shown right back at him. 

Corey had always thought it meant nothing to Stack, even in high school he got around but since the twins came back to Mississippi Corey has caught Stack looking at him. Something that looked a lot like yearning in his gaze. 

Corey felt it too, the heat, the almosts that happened often between Stack and Therese. He didn't know what to do about it so he gladly let his woman take the lead. 

Looking over the banister of VIP he saw Smoke and Annie making their way to the stairs leading to the offices. 

“Oh, there they are. Let’s go.” He pointed. Therese well ahead of him making a beeline for the office. 

They caught up with Smoke and Annie in the hallway. Before he could speak the office door opened and Smoke pulled Stack into a tight hug. Corey felt relief wash over him that Stack was in one piece. 

“Elias, you alright? Cmere” Therese said, already reaching for him as Smoke and Annie entered the office. Corey reached out and caught his wrist pulling him closer to them. His eyes were red but the small smile on his face was real. 

Therese pulled him into a hug, her head coming just up to his collarbones. Stack sighed and rested his chin on the top of her head, his arms wrapped around her tight. 

Looking at them Corey could only think that life was too short to hold on to what ifs. He wrapped his arms around both of them and pulled them firmly to his chest. They fit against him like they were made to be there. Stack’s eyes fluttered open and he looked up at Corey, he looked like he had been given something he didn't think he deserved to have. 

Corey leaned in and pressed his lips to Stack’s forehead. They would talk later, right now he could hold him. Like he had wanted to since he was 16. 

[leonw4nter]

Hi! Imagine like pop star/extremely popular music artist gf or s/o and Leon met them by being their body gaurd? I think a drabble of this would be so cute, or even just headcannons!

The Theories Of My World Revolving Around You

Bodyguard!RE4R!Leon x F!Popstar!Reader || Read next: 2

Chapter 1: "Running Up That Hill"

“Agent Kennedy, may I repeat that  you are too unstable for another overseas mission–”

“Lab reports said that I am just fine! They cleared me and stated that I’m fit to go to Bosnia–”

“Agent Kennedy!” President Graham exclaimed, both his hands coming in contact with the oak of his desk and creating a loud pounding sound.

“The last mission to Spain nearly killed you! I appreciate the risks and near-death encounters you had just to get Ashley back home but you could’ve died! You made it back barely alive! What about your mental state, huh? I’m sure as hell that dealing with all that crap would do a number on your mind. Physically you claim that you’re doing well, but how are you doing mentally?”

Leon stayed silent, gaze drifting down; President Graham was right: he was physically fit but what about his mind? Is he stable there? He knew he needed a break from all of this but who is going to be in the front lines? What’s going to happen to Sherry and Claire? Who’s going to give up their life just so a hundred others can live? He needed to give himself a break but chaos never rests, it’s just waiting for him to get his guard down.

“Mr. President, I know that you’re looking out for me but USSTRATCOM needs me. A little girl needs me,” Leon softly explains even if he feels his patience wear thin.

“I understand your concerns, Agent Kennedy, but they have many other agents just as capable as you are. You need rest. As for the girl and Ms. Redfield… I can assure you that they will be alright.” was all the older man said. “You will be referred to another protective detail. We are not necessarily laying you off but I need to refer you to lower departments and other less… demanding organizations. You’re dismissed.”

Leon simply sighed and gave the President a small nod, head hung low as he headed for the door of the Oval Office. A part of him felt grateful for the break given to him– that is if you can call it a break. He’s not exactly totally resting, he’s still on duty– just a less demanding one. Another, bigger part of him felt as if he couldn’t just sit around and wait until they’ll call him back for another job. He was just about to worry about Claire’s college tuition, worrying if student loan debt will be an issue soon but he remembered that he gave her her monthly allowance just a while back, which means that she’ll be just fine. As for Sherry, he knows she’s in good hands with Claire as her legal guardian. With the millionth sigh for today, he runs a calloused hand through his hair and decides to head home, too tired to deal with more crap for today.

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Never would Leon have thought that he would be thankful for the loud ringing of his phone, the ringtone loud enough to help him snap out of a nightmare he’s been struggling to wake up from. Half asleep and slightly disoriented, he answers the call and brings the phone up to his ears.

“Is this Mister… Kennedy? Kennedy, Leon?,” an unfamiliar voice responds from the other end of the line.

“Yes,” Leon says, his voice hoarse from sleep. “Who is this?”

“I’m Agent Corey Morgan. Someone under the agency you’re currently in referred you under my team–”

“What team,” Leon interrupts, his mood already sour because of the nightmare and with work being the first thing he is bombarded with in the morning. The man on the other side of the line cleared his throat, obviously taken aback by Leon’s snappy attitude.

“My team under a celebrity protection detail company,” Morgan responds. “We are Citadel Group and we offer protective services to celebrities. I’m sure you are very much familiar with Ms. Ashley Graham.”

“Ashley must’ve put in a word with her father,” Leon thought to himself. “Citadel Group huh,” he mumbles.

“Yes. We request you to send in your resumé within the day for closer deliberation before we can let you start, even if the things we’ve heard about you are beyond exemplary. I’ll send in a follow-up email as soon as the screening process is finished.”

Leon hummed, already exhausted with all of this. The call ended and he tossed his phone to his bed, too tired to do anything but it’s not like he can get back to sleep again when he knows that only nightmares are there to wait for him. With a groan, he gets up and brews himself a cup of coffee to try and salvage the already worsening day.

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He sent in his resumé despite several fields being blacked out, receiving an email hours after stating that he’s been assigned to a singer, codenamed ‘Red String’  and will start duty a week from now. He arrives home from the additional interview, keys fumbling to unlock the door to his apartment. He stumbles in, kicking off his dress shoes and undoing one more button to his white button-up before he shrugs his navy blue blazer off, folding and placing it on the back of a dining chair. He rummages through his cabinets, looking for a heavy-bottomed glass to pour some Jack in. Claire chides him in his drinking but he can’t help but drink right now; he’s probably going to be babysitting some stuck-up diva or be at the receiving end of a tirade of screaming if a small drop of rain lands on their shoulder or something. Flashing lights, Leon remembers; there’s probably going to be paparazzi hounding his client with their obnoxious cameras. Leon catches himself worrying over flash photography, cursing himself; the president was right on the matter regarding his mental health.

“Fuck, Leon. You need help,” he silently mutters to himself as a bitter chuckle leaves his throat. This line of work caused Leon to be more thankful towards the mundane– thankful for the opportunity to even get in 3 hours of sleep in, the fact that the loud noise he heard was just a bus and not an Armadura, or that he simply stepped on a twig on the way home and no BOW is out for him for making such a small, seemingly harmless noise.

He takes another drink before the glass is empty again, refilling it with liquor. He has a week alone with his tortuous mind before he can finally do something, even if it’s less intense than what he’s been conditioned to endure.

NOTE - I srsly had to redo my post again bc my laptop died and whatever I did didn't save 😭 Neways, BIG thanks to the anon who requested this!!! I genuinely loved this idea so much, I had to make it a series :) First chapter is short, next chapters will be a little bit longer than this so just strap in and uh wait ig :3 Also, I don't know how protective detail shit works so this is inaccurate as hell so if you're looking for accuracy then this isn't for you :) That's it and thank you to whoever reads my fics, I <333333 UUUUUU !!!!!!!!!!!

The heart dividers were made by @fairytopea , the images are made by me (sourced from Pinterest).

[ourlittlepoet]

Bloom and Rage Theory

So, I thought of something. I replayed the game for the nth time, and i wanted to see if I could put some things together.

I've always had this feeling that the girls did something terrible, and that's why they had to separate and ditch the camera. why else would swann say "i lost the camera some time that summer"? and why did they say poor dylan? what happened to dylan that would make the girls feel bad for her as adults?

so, my question is: what did the girls do that would lead them to 1) separate and make vows to one another, 2) ditch the camera, and 3) feel bad for dylan?

my theory is this — the girls did something and someone (likely corey) died as a result.

why do i think that? well...

when i played this game, i always ALWAYS waited before making a decision. most times, im rewarded w scenes/dialogue like this:

this was right before the concert. "hiding the evidence" = the truck they stole. but still, it's worth mentioning that the idea's crossed their minds already.

each girl (during the abyss scene) made a wish, and each girl's wish basically came true one way or another.

nora wished to be famous "like, rockstar LEVEL famous", and now she's an influencer.

kat wished to "get out" "get us out" and all of them managed to get out of velvet cove one way or another. ontop of that, she managed to get tickets that would get them out of velvet cove.

autumn didn't make a wish, and coincidentally her throwing the rock was the ONLY time the abyss didnt glow during this part of the game.

then, there's swann, who wished to either be strong or free. ive seen playthroughs of people where swann gives a flower. all four of my playthroughs had swann giving away a bundle of her hair. we have yet to see the longterm results of this, but who knows.

now, keep that in mind okay. the girls made wishes and it all came true.

remember this scene? in the teaser trailer?

right.

we haven't seen this yet.

what if a fire breaks out? what if that fire burns down the ranch, and what if the girls were the ones who started the fire?

and again... what if someone died as a result of it? someone important to dylan, and corey gets blamed for it?

what if someone died, and they have to keep quiet about it?

that being said, what if they DO throw the cam corder in the abyss? what if they do that and swann or somebody in the group (im guessing autumn/nora) accidentally says "i just want us to forget this all happened", and they did? because the abyss granted their wish?

on top of that, kat did mention that corey wants the ranch, and yet if you look at the flyers in the blue spruce, it says "Dylan Mikaelsen Welcomes you!" and not a damn thing about Corey Litchfield. So either he's dead or they break up.

i dont know i this is a working theory, but i have a feeling this might be what happens. we'll see on tape 2, but idk, i feel like it makes proper sense. the only thing im bothered by is the fact that Adult Nora says "someone might be listening" like as if she knows what they did.

what do yall think?

[grave-st0ned]

MORE FOR THE FRIDAY DROP AHHH

*alt text is names of shoes not physical description !

**GOT THE DATE WRONG FOR THE DROP IM SO SORRY IT SHOULD BE 2/14 THOUGH

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Ryan W. Briggs, Max Marin, and Ellie Rushing at Philadelphia Inquirer:

BETHEL PARK, Pa. — In the sea of caps and gowns, Thomas Matthew Crooks hardly stood out. Few people clapped when his name was called. A YouTube video of his graduation two years ago from Bethel Park High School shows a slender and bespectacled student receiving his diploma with a soft smile. But the class of 2022 awoke Sunday to learn that the 20-year-old Allegheny County man was notorious, the shooter in the assassination attempt on former President Donald Trump during a rally that left an ex-firefighter, Corey Comperatore, dead and two other attendees wounded. U.S. Secret Service counter-snipers killed Crooks moments after he opened fire on the Saturday night rally from a nearby rooftop. The FBI said Sunday they believed he acted alone. He had not been on the bureau’s radar.

Crooks’ actions shocked residents in his hometown, sparked countless conspiracy theories online, and prompted investigators to begin combing through every aspect of his life, looking for motive. The mystery has been fueled by a near-total absence of Crooks’ social media postings, political writings, or other digital fingerprints. Several former classmates appeared on national television Sunday, quickly casting Crooks as a stereotypical loner who was bullied heavily during his time at Bethel Park. One of them, Jason Kohler, told reporters Sunday that students tormented Crooks “almost every day” and that he often wore “hunting” outfits to class. “He was just an outcast,” Kohler said, “and you know how kids are nowadays.” Yet, two former students interviewed by The Inquirer disputed the characterization. They did not recall specific incidents of violence or other antagonism involving their now-infamous classmate in the community they described as generally tight-knit.

[...] The slight traces of public information Crooks left behind leave few clues about his political ideology. Federal campaign finance records show he made a $15 donation to progressive political action committee in 2021 after President Joe Biden’s election, but later registered as a Republican, according to Pennsylvania voter data. His father was a registered Libertarian, his mother a Democrat. Crooks’ body was found on the rooftop of an agricultural tool manufacturing plant a few hundred feet from the rally with an AR-style semiautomatic rifle — legally purchased by his father. The shooter was wearing a T-shirt promoting “The Demolition Ranch,” a YouTube channel for gun enthusiasts. If Crooks maintained any personal social media presence, it went largely undetected on Sunday. Discord, an instant messaging platform mainly used by video gamers, released a statement acknowledging Crooks held a “rarely utilized” account that contained no information relevant to the shooting.

Sigafoos did not recall Crooks making political overtures in class, but rather as someone interested in how government works, and “not trying to insert his own beliefs into it.” Another former classmate did not share this view. Max R. Smith recalled taking an American history course with Crooks as a sophomore. He did recall Crooks making political statements — but they shed no light on his actions Saturday. “He definitely was conservative,” he said. “It makes me wonder why he would carry out an assassination attempt on the conservative candidate.” Smith recalled a mock debate in which their history professor posed government policy questions and asked students to stand on one side of the classroom or the other to signal their support or opposition for a given proposal. “The majority of the class were on the liberal side, but Tom, no matter what, always stood his ground on the conservative side,” Smith said. “That’s still the picture I have of him. Just standing alone on one side while the rest of the class was on the other.”

The gunman who killed rallygoer Corey Comperatore and attempted the assassination of Donald Trump at Saturday night’s Butler, PA rally was not only a registered Republican but also a vehement conservative.

This should hopefully put an end to the right-wing’s nonsensical claim that a “violent leftist”/”Antifa” tried to kill Trump.

[st0neddew-valley]

happy feast of the winter star !!!

happy holidays <3

[life-series-playlist-submissions]

see i have a whole list of songs that i can associate w/ characters but unfortunately most of them are either for aus, or not for the life series at all (though still for lifers)

anyways here are a few others i have for life series, besides the ones i already have suggested- there is a very obvious bias here lol

there's actually quite a lot but i promise they all fit very well trust me

these are all tcw songs

"easier" w/ clockduo

"strangler fig" w/ ll!skizz (crane lives dtiys im looking at u)

"shallow river" w/ clockduo

"once and for all" with impulse and other crastle people :)

"queen of nothing" with life series winners, OR limited life

"how to rest" w/ skizz and the LiL affirmations

"icarus" w/ 3l imp n skizz

"i talk in my sleep" w/ clockduo AND imp n skizz..... post-life series. dont put it in the skizz playlist tho this aint about him /aff

"down the river" for SL!villain scar. specifically villain scar. also clockduo bc everything is about clockduo forever

"ribs" w/ dl!pearl

"pretty little things" w/ clockduo

"know how" w/ clockduo

oh wait one fish in a birdcage song- "rule #5: james picard" for last life

AND NOW. songs that are for specific aus (or are not for the life series) so you shouldn't add them to the playlists, but i thought they would be fun to talk abt anyways

"the bidding" by tally hall for a team BEST drag au me and my friend are making... very.... slowly....... i am always rotating it in my mind and exploding this au's skizzleman but i cant write for shit............ yes girl go discover a whole new thing that it turns out u love and then have ur aroace awakening................. and then get traumatized..............................................

"infinitesimal" by mother mother for the same au mentioned above

"rule #7: angel tango" by fish in a birdcage for... you guessed it... team best drag au................ (i have a whole playlist made. it was the first themed playlist i ever made. and i did it before we changed a whole important plot point so now i need to make another one. regardless here is the link i need to talk abt this silly au)

"sick of the silence" by mother mother for 3L!skizz in a very specific au i have where he's a shapeshifter and, during 3L, got stuck in one form (enderskizz)

"neverending hum" by lemon demon for skizz in general. impulse is the armadillo named corey /silly

"space oddity" by david bowie for hcs8!tango. i love david bowie guys

"my wife and my dead wife" (specifically the live version from "gotta let this hen out!") by robyn hitchcock for an ethimpdubs au i have where etho is bdubs' dead husband and impulse is bdubs' newer, alive husband, and then etho comes back as a ghost like ten years after his death

You can totally add songs that fit the personalities of the lifers in general! Also Space Oddity is 1000% HC8 Tango, big agree.

Added songs to the playlists Bdubs, Impulse, Skizz, Cleo, Tango, Grian, Scott, Pearl, Martyn, Scar, Joel, Last life and Limited life. (I added the Queen of Nothing song to all you suggested because I couldn’t make any decision).

[deadpool15]

Mommy duties

Cassie's POV

I woke up this morning, still tired as hell. Only to look to my left side and see an empty ass bed. "Great way to start a morning sweetie", Cassie says sarcastically. Hitting and kicking and kicking my feet up like that will make this woman magically appear. After a while, I stopped thinking this would be a great time to get in some extra rest." Yes, Cass, look on the bright side, and today will be a great day." I turned her head when I heard a very loud whine, then I opened my eyes clearly and stared at the door hoping and praying it would stop. "And now I have to pee".

I walk outside my bedroom and bend down and see our 3 year old son, Corey. The naming process was a bit much to think about it. With me being American and Bada being korean. I didn't really care about whether the name is korean or american. As long as I could pronounce it, I was fine. Know what you're thinking? You're a terrible mother if you sit there and listen to your son crying and do nothing. I look up and see the cameraman set up with everything, "Don't judge my parenting skills if you don't have kids, you freaks."

Once my precious little Corey looks up and sees me, he gets all happy and jumpy. He starts tapping my leg and bouncing up and down, letting me know he wants to be picked up. Of course, any other time, I would big my big baby up with a smile on my face, but in my current condition, everything is either aching or swollen. "Hello everyone, or good morning, I guess. I'm Cassie Lee. Or wait, last name first, so Lee Cassie. "And this little man," I say as I bend down despite my back pain and pick my son up. "This is Corey Lee, I know I just contradicted myself with the last name again, but it's sounds better like that, yea. I'm the mother, and it's my way or no way. " I say while laughing.

"So, today, we won't really be doing anything to be honest, just like a day in life with us." I look behind me to realize that Corey is hiding behind my leg. I just laugh softly. "You would think with whom his parents are, he would be used to the camera. Welp, I guess not, huh?" I turn around to go my morning routine. I'm brushing my teeth, then having to get Corey ready for the day. As I'm putting him in his outfit, we choose for the day a member of the crew says, "Had you and Bada ever thought of bringing little Corey to daycare, Mrs. Lee". I just chuckle and stare at my son for a minute and then continue. " It's a common thing to put babies in daycare, so it was suggested to us, you know, some women said was good. It would give us a bit of a break. But in my family, daycare wasn't a thing. In fact, the women in my family look down upon them, to be honest. " I said while laughing. They view as mothers trying to get away from their children. I think it's reasonable. Parents go through a lot. I mean me and Bada I just became parents to Corey, so I don't look down upon it like my family. But I can say that for me, I have extreme separation anxiety from my son. Sleeping in separate rooms is like a lot for me. It's hard on Bada to, though, with her working. "

I finish putting on his pants and start kissing all over his face and making my way to the kitchen to feed him. I fix him some rice. It's weirdly his favorite. And eggs with apple slices. "Corey eats some weird combinations, but hey, he is happy, so that's all that matter". I say, turning to the camera and smiling. After a while, he looks around and starts getting crying. "There goes a happy day. He is used to Bada feeding him in the morning." I try to do the train thing she usually does, but he starts crying louder. "Mama... Noo....Mama, "Corey says while trying to get out of his high chair. Yea, this isn't working. As soon as he starts speaking, I realize he doesn't want me, but Bada. He calls me Mommy, and Bada is Mama or Eomma. He does it so he doesn't get confused, I think.

I try to grab him and sooth him by whispering in his ear and rubbing his back, but nothing seems to be working. "Come on, baby, I know, but Mama is at work right now. We can't just cry, though. " I wanna call her, but I know she will be busy on and won't be able to answer. After a while, I just give up, "Corey wanna go see Mama." He finally stops crying to look at me and starts to calm down. Ok, then let's get your shoes on. we are going to go see Mama. He starts running or attempting to run with him being so excited that it seems hard. He brings his shoes and smiles with his big puffy cheeks. "What am I gonna do with you?"

I put on his shoes. And then go put on my dress. Many people expect pregnant women to dress like nuns. And I refuse to do that. I come out fully ready in my dress, showing off my 5-month bump with pride. " I was that bitch before I was pregnant and I still am at 5 months what does that tell you ladies and gentlemen. I've just been that bitch." I say while covering Corey's ears. Then I grab his hand and his bag, making sure to grab a couple of toys. Then I go in the kitchen to pack up his breakfast in a container to give to him when we get there. "Well, let's go, baby".

I walk outside in my sandels cause my feet just aren't made for it anymore. Then I pick up Corey and place his bag in the Corey and then move to scrap him up in his car seat. Then I get in the driver's seat after making sure he is secure. "My mom is always saying he is a toddler now. A big boy needs a booster seat not a car seat. I just let her say whatever and move on. Corey is a small baby I and he likes his car seat. So he shall stay fully secure and safe inside of the seat. I then start driving.

I always get lost when it's time to come to this set. "She has told me a million times where this place is, but I always get lost when I right around the corner." I looked up and saw the exit and finally remembered the area I'm in. "See, my sense of direction just never been there. In my defense, I grew up in New York, and almost no one drives a car there. With how crowded the city is, no one wants to. " I said, looking at the camera. Then, I look up and see the MNET building. "We are finally here. The literal pain I had to go through this morning all for some breakfast is crazy. I said while pulling into the parking lot.

While trying to park, I realized I had to parallel park. "See, I knew getting here was too easy. This whole process seemed way easier than it usually is. Shit. " I turn around and see Corey giggling. "That's a no, no word ok. Don't say that word, baby. " I struggle, then eventually I am able to park the car, without hitting anything. "Funny thing is I didn't know how to drive until I came to Korea. Bada actually taught me, and the driving lessons paid off because I really didn't wanna hit anything. This isn't my car it's hers. So yea. "

I go to get out of the car while making sure to grab my babies bag, of course. Then I reach in the back seat and start to unbuckle Corey from his car seat. And he is smiling all happy. "Yall see the sudden mood change. It's actually quite crazy. He remembers the building now. " I say while smiling back at him and putting him on my hip. Not before reaching the front of the car to grab my water bottle. "We are on the way to see Mama, yay, right?" I started singing with Corey as we make it to the entrance of the building.

The woman at the front desk looks at me and bows. I try to bow as well until she looks down and sees my stomach and starts apologizing. "No, it's fine. I understand. Who exactly are you here to see? Do you have an appointment? "She says while smiling at me and Corey. "He is very adorable ma'am". I look at her smiling and thank her. Corey gets shy and tries to hide in my neck. " I'm here to see Bada Lee. She should be on set right now," she stares at her computer and starts typing before telling me to give her a moment. I nod and wait, and then she looks down at my hand and giggles, "She said her wife might be coming in one of these days." I look at her and laugh. "I don't exactly know if they are filming right now, though Mrs. Lee. Would you like me to inform her? " I just shake my head.

"No, she doesn't know we are here right now. I wanted it to be a little work surprise. " She nods and gets up to show me the way to the set. "We are almost there to see Mama," I say to my son while being so ready to put him down. He gets really clingy with me when he is around strangers. I guess that's my fault. "And here we are, just right there is team BEBE's room. I believe they are still filming. And then they should be making their way to their room right after. " She tells me before smiling and walking away. I bow as much as I can and place down Corey's bag. "We will wait a little while they should be done soon baby".

Bada's POV

After filming my no-respect battle with Redy, I sat down. I just knew she was going to pick me. We have had some tension since we got here. Or at least we do on her part, it seems. We were once a part of a dance crew called Cupcakes together. Then problems happened, and we all went our separate ways. Some of us grew as dancers and others as I could see still carrying those conflicts with them. If she felt I certain type of way, I didn't mean to give her that impression. But I felt better after winning the battle. I sat down and watched Tatter, Lusher, and my other members get into their own no-respect battles. I was proud of them. Ever since we got her, the other crews have been insulting us by saying that the only reason we are famous is because of me. How we have no talent besides me and simply a crew with my talents. Which has been pissing me off, we are all talented, and I'm glad people are seeing that.

After a few more battles, Daniel announced that we would be taking a break, which is much needed right now. I just feel like the teams need a break. Or a stretch, I low-key wanna go home. I miss my wife and my son. Right before I left, I made sure to go inside his room and hug him, which wasn't nearly enough time, in my opinion. Eventually, the cameras turned off for a moment, and everyone stopped with all the fake beefing and started talking with their crews and other crew. "You all were good out there ok, don't overthink. Or think about anything these people are saying you're good dancers and we just have to keep showing them what you all are made of. " I look at my crew while smiling until I hear a bunch of people mumbling about something. Then I see all the crews going to be nosy. I get up and see Halo of Wolf'lo and Mina of Deep N' Dap all excited. The rest of the crews start to gather around.

I make my way over to the circle people with BEBE following right behind me. Then ask Babysleek, "What's going on?" She looks at me and smiles someone on set, brought a cute baby here." I stare at her, trying to figure who's kid is she talking about. Then I look to the side and hear, "O, she is a foreigner. Do you think she speaks Korean. I don't know, probably not. The baby looks like it could be part korean, though. Maybe she is here to visit her husband. Do foreigners always show off their pregnancy? Yea, i think it's not a korean thing for sure. Well, whoever he is, that man is lucky she is gorgeous".

As soon as I hear about a foreigner walking around with her belly showing, I smile. They think she is married to a man, funny. Too bad for the guys here she is mine. Eventually, the crowd moves around, and I see my son. I wait for a while to see if he will spot me before I reach out to him. Then he looks up at everyone smiling, and the crowd starts to have a heart attack. Amazing what babies can do, am I right? He turns over and looks at finally spots me. He starts running towards me, yelling. "Mama, Mama, is here." He says while running towards me. The crowd turns and looks around confused due to his mother being right next to him the whole time, trying to find out who he is calling Mama. Then, when he grabs my leg, everyone looks around, shocked before laughing and gushing at the baby. I hear JJ yelling, "She is actually MOTHER, OMG, I CAN'T TAKE THIS."

I laugh at her before grabbing my son and picking him up. And hugging him while kissing all over his face. He starts giggling and keeps saying Mamma. Then I look over to my wife and say, "What are you doing here, my love?" She stares at me at smiling while holding her hips. "We were waiting for you in the crew room, but I guess Corey got bored." She says while staring at me, biting her lips. I know that look on her face all too well. Then I move towards her and grab her waist, and kiss her. I've never been afraid of PDA, especially when you are married to a woman with curves to spare at this point. I hear everyone start cheering me on as I kiss her. She looks at me and says, "Corey didn't wanna eat because his mamma wasn't there to feed him, like she usually is." I look at her, then glance down at her outfit and start to bite my lips.

I grab her hand while still carrying Corey, and we make our way towards the crew room. We then sit down, and Corey jumps out of my arms and starts to play with his toys. I then turned around to grab her hips before she could make her way to sit on the couch. "You caused a whole show out there, didn't you, baby?" She looks at me and smiles." I was trying to wait for you to help with our parent duties, or did you forget Ma'am?" I squeezed her hips while kissing her neck. "Yes, of course I remember Mrs. Lee, you look way to good in this dress baby". She laughs at me and tries to back up before I grab her again. "What do you have a pregnancy kink or something?". I grab her neck and continue kissing her.

"No, but I definitely have a you kink. Walking around looking so good. The entire set got a glance at you before me, I don't know how to feel about that baby. You just look too good to be seen by anyone other than me. " She finally managed to push me off of her and says "I would like you to tend to you to our son, and maybe, just maybe Mama will get an award. " I look at her nodding and smirking. "I'm getting that sweetheart. Just know that. That dress is the reason you're gonna be crying later. Just wanna warn you, baby. " I say while picking up Corey, getting ready to feed him.

"Yea, yea, whatever, Mrs. Lee, "she says before smiling at me and sitting in a chair while slowly opening her legs and showing me she isn't wearing any underwear. I hold onto our son a little tighter before chuckling, "Yea, you're going to get it. I'm gonna make you beg me to stop".

"I guess we'll see, won't we Mrs. Lee". She says as I continue to feed Corey. "Yes, we will, Mrs. Lee. We surely fucking will".

(Just in case yall were confused, Cassie was filming for one of those korean parents' shows, that's why the camera was following her and her son)

[speaknow-sw]

Ok, what happened. Why are people hating on you. Wtf, they really can't watch a bad bitch living their lifes🤨

Anyway, to try to make your inbox a little better, I thought abt an Au😈😈😈😈😈😈 So, there this song 'Scotty Doesn't Know by Lustra', and I had the PERFECT AU FOR THE MONROE TWINS. Listen....

You date Scott since you two were around 12 to 13, reaaallly young. Scott were always the jerk who were the capitan of the football team, who bullied people, who went to parties like it was his last one, who if he fails in a test, he laughs about it w his stupid friends. But, in the end, he was still your boyfriend right? But then in one of his parties, one he was hosting, you met his twin brother. I mean, you knew him already, but he was always SO reclused that he had ONE FRIEND (Corey). Surprisingly, you two had a great chat, and kept it till next day in school, he was really interesting actually, had some good topics about mcu, comic books, bands, series and whatever. Scott didn't actually cared, isn't like he thought that Sam could beat him in anything anyway. Your friendship with Sam improved, until the point you were fucking him in his bed, while Scott was out in his parties. How can you face Scott again? You literally fucked his twin brother, but then, you look at Sam by your side in the bed, and he's looking at you like you were a dream wich came true. Just like how Scott does.

WHAT DO YOU THINK? DO YOU THINK ITS A GOOD IDEA FOR AN AU OR VERY MUCH COMMON? 🙏

-😈

SCOTTU DOESNT KNOWWWW -I lied oops. Sam’s a sub I don’t make the rules.

Scott Monroe had been your boyfriend for as long as you could remember.

Since you were kids—barely twelve or thirteen—people had always known you as Scott’s girl. You grew up with him, from shy hand-holding to sneaking kisses behind the school. It was the kind of relationship that felt like it was written in stone, like something that just was.

But Scott Monroe had never been the perfect boyfriend.

He was the loudest, the wildest, the guy who walked down the hall like he owned the place, knocking books out of kids' hands just for fun. He was the one who laughed off a failing grade, who threw a party every other weekend, who treated life like one big game where nothing had consequences. If you called him out on it, he’d just grin, pull you into his arms, and say, “Relax, babe. You worry too much.”

But Scott was sweet to you.

He was the guy who, despite everything, would still text you good morning when he remembered. Who would wrap his letterman jacket around your shoulders when you got cold at his games. Who would throw an arm over you at parties, pulling you into his side like he was telling the whole world, this is mine.

And maybe that should’ve been enough.

Maybe it was enough.

But then came him.

Sam Monroe.

Scott’s twin brother.

You had always known Sam existed, but he was the kind of guy who barely took up space in a room. He was the total opposite of Scott—quiet, reserved, always with his nose buried in a book or a comic. While Scott was out leading the football team to another victory, Sam was in his room, probably watching some obscure sci-fi series no one else had heard of.

And unlike Scott, Sam had one friend.

Corey.

The only person who seemed to understand his weird, reclusive ways. The only person who sat with him at lunch while Scott and his pack of loud, obnoxious teammates took up three whole tables in the cafeteria.

You had never really spoken to Sam. Not until that night.

The night of Scott’s party.

—

The house was packed, the air thick with sweat and alcohol. Music pounded through the speakers so loud it made your skull vibrate. Scott was in the center of it all, standing on the coffee table, hyping up the crowd, already a few drinks in.

You had spent most of the night just existing beside him, watching as he got drunker, rowdier, less like the guy you used to know and more like the version of him that belonged to everyone else.

So you slipped away.

The kitchen was quieter—at least compared to the chaos of the living room. You poured yourself a drink, sighing as you leaned against the counter, trying to ignore the fact that you felt completely out of place at your own boyfriend’s party.

“Not a fan of the madness either, huh?”

The voice made you turn.

And there he was—Sam Monroe, leaning against the fridge, arms crossed, an amused expression on his face.

You blinked. “Didn’t think you’d be here.”

He shrugged. “Corey dragged me. Said I needed to get out more.”

You snorted. “Sounds about right.”

That should have been the end of it. A few exchanged words, a nod of acknowledgment, and then back to your separate worlds.

But somehow, you found yourself talking to him.

Really talking.

What started as small talk turned into a full conversation. MCU movies, comic books, bands you both liked, TV series you had both binged in embarrassing amounts of time. The conversation flowed so easily, so naturally, that you didn’t even notice when an hour had passed.

Scott never even came looking for you.

And for the first time in a long time, you didn’t care.

—

After that night, something shifted.

You started talking to Sam more.

At school, in the hallways, during lunch. It wasn’t anything obvious—not at first. Just small moments, quick conversations, stolen minutes in between classes.

Scott didn’t notice.

Why would he? In his mind, Sam was no threat. His twin brother? The one who had spent his whole life in the background? Please. There was no way Sam could compete with him in anything.

At first, you told yourself it was just friendship.

But then came the nights when Scott was out at his parties, too drunk to text you back.

And you?

You were in Sam’s room.

Talking.

Laughing.

Getting closer.

Until one night, you weren’t just talking anymore.

—

It started with a look.

You were sitting on his bed, legs crossed, laughing at something he had said, some sarcastic comment about Scott’s latest stupid stunt. He was next to you, closer than usual, his eyes dark in the dim light of his room.

And then, he reached out.

Brushed a strand of hair from your face.

Your breath hitched.

You knew this was wrong. You knew you should get up, leave, run.

But you didn’t.

Instead, you leaned in.

And when Sam kissed you, soft and hesitant, like he couldn’t believe this was happening—you kissed him back.

Sam whined pathetically as he ground his hips against yours. His pale skin glistened with a sheen of sweat, blue eyes hazy and unfocused as he lost himself in the sensation of your warmth surrounding him.

"Fuck, babe..." Sam gasped, fingers digging into the flesh of your hips hard enough to leave bruises. He wasn’t used to being the one in control, the one doing the fucking. Usually he was the one spread out on the bed, legs hiked up and ankles crossed behind his partner's back, letting them use him for their pleasure. But now, now he was the one driving forward, chasing his own release with desperate abandon.

Tears prick at the corners of Sam's eyes as he felt his orgasm building, his rhythm turning erratic and desperate. "I'm gonna... fuck, I'm gonna..." He couldn’t even get the words out before coming undone, spilling himself inside you with a choked cry. His hips stuttered and stilled, spent and sated in the aftermath.

For a long moment, Sam just collapsed against you, his full weight pressing you into the mattress. He couldn’t bring himself to pull out, not wanting to lose the connection, the closeness. His breathing was ragged and harsh in the quiet of the room, the only other sound the distant bass thrum of the party still raging downstairs.

Finally, Sam rolled off of you, flopping onto his back and throwing an arm over his eyes. "Shit, that was... fuck, wow..." He was at a loss for words, his mind still hazy and slow. He knew he should feel guilty, knows he shouldn't be fucking his twin brother girlfriend’s, but right now, all he could think about was how good it felt. How right it felt to be close to someone who understood him, who saw him for more than just the brat he let everyone else think he was. Sam knew he was going to have to deal with the fallout eventually, but for now, he just wanted to bask in the afterglow, wanted to pretend that this moment could last forever.

That first night, it was slow. Careful. Like you were both testing the waters of something dangerous, something forbidden.

But after that?

It wasn’t careful anymore.

Sam squirmed uncomfortably on the rumpled sheets, his skin still damp with sweat and other fluids. He watched with hooded eyes as you fumbled with the strap-on, your clumsy fingers struggling with the buckles and straps. Normally, he would’ve been impatient, maybe even cruel, snapping at you to hurry up already. But there was something endearing about your awkwardness, your tentative excitement to try something new, just for him.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you seemed satisfied with the fit of the strap-on. Sam took in the sight of you, his eyes widening slightly at the sizeable toy protruding obscenely from your hips. He had to admit, the idea of feeling that thing splitting him open, stretching him wider than he's ever been stretched before... was enough to make his spent cock twitch with renewed interest.

Sam rolled onto his hands and knees, arching his back to present himself to you. He was still sensitive from your earlier coupling, and every brush of the textured toy against his crack made him shiver. He reached back to pull his cheeks apart, exposing his twitching hole to your hungry gaze.

"Fuck, just... just be careful, okay?" Sam pleaded, trying to inject some bravado into his voice, but not quite able to hide the nervous tremor underneath. "I'm not used to taking anything this big..."

His words dissolved into a strangled moan as he felt the blunt head of the strap-on pressing insistently against his entrance. Sam's body resisted at first, the tight ring of muscle clenching down, trying to keep the intruding toy out. But you were persistent, and with a final, determined thrust, you popped past his initial resistance, sinking the thick head of the strap-on into his tight heat.

"Ohhhh fuuuuck!" Sam wailed, hands fisting in the sheets as he struggles to relax, to force his body to accept the thick intrusion. It was a burning, stretching sensation unlike anything he had ever felt before, and for a moment, he wondered if he had made a terrible mistake. But as you started to move, to thrust the strap-on in and out of his clenching hole with increasing confidence, Sam found himself losing himself in the overwhelming sensation.

The room filled with the obscene sound of flesh slapping against flesh, punctuated by Sam's high, thin moans and whimpers.

And it became an habit.

Scott would be out at his parties, and you? You would be in Sam’s bed. Wrapped in his sheets, his hands gripping your waist like he was terrified you would disappear.

And the worst part?

It didn’t feel wrong.

It felt like something you had been waiting for without even realizing it.

But reality had to hit eventually.

And it did, one morning, when you woke up in Sam’s bed.

The sun was filtering through the blinds, the warmth of it making you shift under the covers. You blinked, still half-asleep, before your eyes landed on him.

Sam was awake.

Lying on his side, watching you.

And the way he was looking at you—like you were something unreal, something he had only ever dreamed of—made your stomach twist.

Because you knew that look.

It was the same way Scott looked at you.

And that was when the guilt hit.

Hard.

You had fucked your boyfriend’s twin brother.

And you had liked it.

Maybe too much.

How were you supposed to face Scott after this? How were you supposed to pretend like nothing had changed?

But then Sam reached out, traced his fingers down your arm, and whispered, “Stay.”

And just like that, every thought of Scott vanished.

Because in that moment, it wasn’t about him.

It was about this.

About the boy who had always been in the background.

The boy who was now looking at you like you were the best thing that had ever happened to him.

And maybe—just maybe—you were starting to feel the same way.

[tohru-oikawa]

some starkid innit thoughts:

i love that they kicked off with tgwdlm! it was also fun to see brian and meredith sing a hatchetfield song!!

jeff performing literal monster slayed. his vocals were so so good live

i predicted that corey would do our doors are open and he did not disappoint

clark’s performance of i was genuinely nearly made me tear up. his vocals are beautiful and the song is also beautiful, my unexpected fave performance of the night

the rogues medley w feast or famine😍😍 one of my fave bf songs

i LOVED the medley of forgotten songs esp because the slower tempo let them show off their vocals. lauren, corey and jeff all gave me chills

meredith forever being an ani stan. so glad we got an ani song

sidekick is a long term fave song of mine, so i was so glad to see it

corey!!! doing show stopping number!!! we love to see it

can die happy now i’ve seen the iconic granger danger live

jaime saying she’s been singing not alone for 15 years and her lil speech was so cute. the song truly is hers now, is starkid’s, and her voice is just beautiful.

my only wish is that we’d have got a twisted song, and a longer version of a tto song

goin back to hogwarts, especially that only the audience were singing the opening, was such a special moment.

jeff as dumbledore!

everyone singing happy birthday to jeff was so cute

i loved it. i’ve never felt such joy at a concert, and i’m so so glad i went even if i was feeling a lil anxious about going on my own. starkid mean so much to me, and were truly there for me at one of my darkest times when i got obsessively into them in my first year of uni after being a casual fan of the potter shows before that. i’ll always be a starkid fan, and i’m so glad i got to scream the lyrics with so many other fans too.