#fuck yeah courtney love

[fuckyeahcourtneylove]

courtney love and kristen pfaff in amsterdam. 1993.

[squiddcakes]

Holy shit! Courtney Gears really released a new Christmas single!? It sounds so familiar omg...,,

[lilgynt]

i love mean evil fucked up women who have awful attitudes and are confident fuck shy anxious good girls for ever and ever

[xafire-inside]

The Distillers - The Hunger (lyrics)

Holy eyes I never knew I'd beg down at your feet Hold on tight I never knew I'd know much more than this Open sky The wave of pain, the scent of you is bliss Hungry eyes They stare at me, I know, I know

Don't go!

Summertime The taste of saint secretes of perfume mist Console the mind I take it in, the lips of pink I kiss Lonely sky The more you take, the more that I give in Holy eyes I never knew, I know, I know

Don't go!

Hold on to the memory, yeah, it's all you got I know you'll be there to soak up blood lost Blood lost Blood loss

Don't go!

Hold on to the memory, yeah, it's all you got I know you'll be there to soak up blood lost Hold on to the memory, yeah, it's all you got I know you'll be there to soak up blood lost Blood lost Blood loss

Hey, hey, hey, yeah Hey, hey, hey, yeah Hey, hey, hey, hey, yeah Hey, hey, hey, yeah

Hey, hey, hey, hey, it's true, yeah Hey, hey, hey, hey, I miss you, yeah

[girasonne]

ich erwähnte gestern hier hole und heute habe durch die generator ich live through this bekommen lmao

[sapphogator]

I think that if I had been introduced to the band Hole as a younger girl it would have positively impacted my life.

[rosepascal]

reunion part 2 || WED!Joel Miller x Reader

summary: Your date with Joel is approaching fast and you know you have to tell him. But the real question is how is he going to react?

warnings: NSFW, SMUT, 18+ ONLY, worst enemies dad!Joel, oral sex, p in v (protected), courtneys mom left, single father joel who tried his best, but it didn't work out, brief masturbation.

part 1

tagging: @paleidiot @motelprincess444

a/n: I really really hope this lives up to the first part. I have another part in mind but we'll see if it happens. Anyways I hope you enjoy <3

The closer Friday comes the more nervous you get. Nervous and excited. You want to see Joel again but the looming secret is eating you alive.

Joel is just a sweetheart.

The two of you have been texting back and forth since he dropped you off at your car and you can’t put your phone down.

Every time your phone buzzes you secretly hope it's another text from Joel. But the sweeter he is the more guilty you feel. Not guilty that you fucked Courtney's dad, she deserved it. But you feel bad that Joel doesn’t know.

The last thing you want is for him to think that you’re using him for revenge when that’s the farthest thing from the truth. Your phone buzzes and a text from Joel pops up. 

For no reason, what color are you wearing tomorrow? 

You smile and type out a response. 

Blue. 

Blue? That all I get? 

You smirk as you think of the pretty baby blue dress you bought for the date. 

Yep, see you tomorrow handsome ;) 

Sighing you throw your phone on your bed and bury your face in your hands. You decide that you’re going to tell him. Not for Courtney’s sake, but for Joels. Joel who deserves all the love in the world and someone to be honest with him. You just hope it doesn't ruin everything. 

Friday flies past fast. You swear you blinked and suddenly it was time to go home from work and get ready. As you put the finishing touches on your outfit you hear a knock at your door.

Taking a deep breath you try to calm yourself down. The night is about to go one of two ways. Either Joel laughs it off and is understanding of your situation. Or he never wants anything to do with you again and publicly shames you forever.

Okay that last one might be a bit of an over exaggeration but still. Opening the door you’re greeted by Joel holding a bouquet of roses. Your eyes light up as you take them from his hand.

“Thank you Joel. you didn’t have to.” You say as you move to the kitchen to put them in a vase. Joel laughs and gently rests a hand on your back.

“Course I did baby.” You turn around and really get a good look at him. He’s in black dress pants and a baby blue button up.

“Is this why you asked what color I was wearing?” You say as you straighten out his collar.

“Maybe, glad I picked right.” He gestures to your dress which happens to be the same shade as his shirt.

“How'd you manage that?”

“Must’ve been fate.” Joel says which makes you smile.

You go over exactly what you want to tell him on the car ride over.

Hi Joel, just wanted to tell you that your daughter tormented me for years but don’t worry I didn’t fuck you for revenge I only found out the morning after. Yeah, you needed more time to think. The restaurant is nice. Joel gives the host his name and you’re brought to a table on the side of the restaurant. As you look at the menu you start to feel nauseous. It’s eating you up inside as you look across the table to Joel’s sweet eyes. The waiter comes up to you but barely notice. Joel orders two glasses of wine and sends the waiter away.

“Is everything alright?” He asks with concern. He starts to worry, you didn’t change your mind did you? About him, about this.

“Joel, I really like you and I’ve really enjoyed our time together but there’s something I need to tell you.” You set your menu down and start your story.

“The reunion I went to that night is the same one your daughter went to. Because I know your daughter Courtney.” He stays quiet as you nervously press on.

“The truth is she used to bully me relentlessly throughout elementary school, middle school, and high school. I left the reunion early that day because she had gotten one of her old friends to pour a drink down my dress after we got into what I admit is a petty argument.” Taking a deep breath you prepare for the worst as you finish telling him everything he needs to know.

“I understand if you don’t want to continue this. I’m talking bad about your daughter. But I stand by the fact that she was cruel.” High school was 10 years ago and to be honest you could care less about what Courtney Miller was up to or what she thought of you. You moved on with your life and you grew past high school. Still you can’t just pretend it never happened. 

“I want to make it clear that I had no idea until the morning after that you were even related. This wasn’t some purposeful revenge plan to hurt you or her. I really am interested in this. All of it. But I couldn’t let anything else happen before I told you.” You finish talking and wait.

Your heart pounds in your chest and it feels like time is moving slower and slower. You glance towards the door. Maybe you could make an escape if this goes sour. Your apartment isn’t that far away to walk anyways. Joel sighs which makes you freeze. He puts his head in his hand as he closes his eyes.

“I think I owe you an apology on behalf of my daughter.” Okay, not exactly what you were expecting.

“I love my daughter, very much but ever since her mother left us she hasn’t been the same. Her mother left because she wasn’t ready. I tried to take over the role of both parents but she resented me for her mother leaving and I can’t blame her.”

Joel really tried his best. He loved his daughter to the moon and back but he had to work long hours to provide for them. He did everything he could to still be a good father and be in her life but sometimes it’s not enough. She always thought it was his fault and Joel let her believe it. Not wanting her to think ill of her mother who she idolized so much before she left.

“I should have done more for her and I’m sorry that my failure meant that you got hurt.”

“I’m sorry Joel, really I am.” You reach across the table and take his hand in yours. From what he’s told you he really did his best. Being a single dad and providing for his daughter isn’t easy.

It’s not like he wanted to be busy all the time, Courtney always had the best things, she’d rub it in your face. So clearly Joel did what he could for her.

“You did the best you could. You were there for her all you could be.”

“I could have done more, I always could have done more.”

“This doesn’t change anything, at least for me.” You tell him. Both of your secrets are out in the air now.

“I really like you Joel and if it’s not weird for you, I want to continue this.” Joel takes your hand and brings it up to your lips.

“I do, if it’s not weird for you.”

Look, you and Joel met as adults. He’s sweet and based on what you’ve heard it’s not like Courtney wants much to do with him in the first place which breaks your heart. He makes you happy and you’ll be damned if Courtney ruins another thing for you.

“In that case, more wine?” You say opening the menu.

Dinner goes by too fast for your liking. Before you even realized you had finished off the dessert that Joel insisted you get because this place had the best chocolate cake in all of Austin. As you lick the fork clean Joel sits back and smirks.

“What did I tell ya?”

“It was amazing but, I don’t know about the best.” Joel hands his card to the waiter and leans on the table, getting closer to you.

“And what would you say is best?”

“There’s this bakery downtown and their cake blows this one out of the water.” You lean your elbows on the table and rest your chin in the palm of your hand.

“Guess you’ll have to show me sometime.” Joel says.

“How about tomorrow? You can stay at my place.” You offer.

Despite having already spent the night together and all the flirting, you’re still worried he’s going to say no. The waiter brings back Joel's card and he wastes no time in taking it back. Stuffing it in his wallet and standing up quickly.

“Let’s go baby,” 

Unlike last time Joel’s kisses aren’t as rushed this time. He still pins you against the inside of your apartment door but it's gentle, firm. His hands caress your body as he unzips your dress, letting it fall to the floor.

“I ever tell ya that blue’s my favorite color.” He mumbles as kneels down to help you take off your shoes. His lips graze your ankle as he places one of your ankles on his shoulder. Your back presses against the door as Joel's lips move up your leg. His eyes sparkle with mischief as he stops right before your underwear. He hooks his fingers along the band and pulls them down.

“That’s more like it.” He grabs your hips firmly as he buries his face in between your legs.

“Joel!” You gasp as he buries his tongue in your pussy. Your hands reach for his hair, tugging at it whenever he brushes your clit. His scruff adds a whole other sensation of pleasure. If it weren't for his grip you’d have melted right into the floor.

He devours you. Cherishes every second he has in between your legs. He savors it. Before he had to take as much as he could because he didn’t know if this would be his only chance. But now, he knows he has time. He has many nights where he can worship you, taste you, fuck you. In every room, on every surface, in any way.

So why hurry now?

Your legs are on fire as Joel refuses to let up. He grabs your ass and pushes you closer to him. You let out a cry of frustration as he pulls away licking his lips.

“Don’t look so sad baby,” Joel teases as he stands up. His hands sliding up your body until he’s at your wrists and pulling you to the bedroom.

Joel sheds his clothes and takes out a condom as soon as you reach the bedroom. You crawl on the bed and lay there, watching as he strips. He’s so fucking hot you think to yourself as your hand travels down.

You rub your clit in slow circles while you watch. Joel turns around and his smile drops, turning into a smirk instead as he climbs on the bed. He grabs your wrist and pins it to the bed.

“Now what do you think you’re doin’?” He leans down and pins both your wrists above your head.

“Touchin’ what’s mine? Naughty baby.” He purrs in your ear making you whine.

“I need you Joel.” You beg as you spread your legs, inviting him to fuck you.

“Say please, baby.” He strokes his cock, barely holding back from shoving his cock in you to make you scream.

“Please Sir, I’ll be good.” You say as you bat your eyelashes. You smirk when you see Joel’s eyes pop. He certainly wasn’t expecting that. He recovers quickly as he lets go of your wrists and props your ass up.

He shoves his cock in deep. Really fucking deep. The air is punched out of you as Joel sets a hard slow pace. Filling you up slowly, so you can feel it all. Inch by inch until he can’t go any further. Then he pulls back just as slow. His eyes are glued to watching as your cunt sucks his cock. Not wanting it to leave. It’s so wet, so hot, so beautiful. You groan as he pulls out, its torture to wait but its all worth it when he thrusts his hips again.

“So beautiful baby,” Joel leans down and kisses your forehead.

His hands lock with yours as he fucks you faster. Not rough, tonight wasn't the time to be rough. He can always save that for tomorrow. He watches as your face twists in pleasure. You squeeze his hands as you feel yourself getting closer.

Joel brings his lips to your ear. He bites the shell of your ear as his pace becomes sloppy. It feels too fucking good to stop and he needs you to finish.

“Fuck, can’t hold on much longer baby. Need ya to come for me. Can you do that? Be a good for me and come.” You cry out as Joel lets go of your hands to grab your hips and pound into you.

You clutch the sheets as your legs shake and your head floats to the sky. Joel groans loudly as he relentlessly fucks you until he’s emptied into the condom.

He’s breathing heavily as he comes down from his high. You're still recovering as Joel pulls out and heads to the bathroom. You sigh contentedly as your body melts into the sheets.

“Don’t fall asleep on me yet.” Joel jokes as he comes back to bed.

He pulls a blanket over you and you curl into him. He’s warm and comforting and you feel safe in his arms. He rubs your back gently until you fall asleep in his arms. Joel shuts off the light and closes his eyes.

Maybe there is something wrong with him. He shouldn’t feel this happy, this content. At least that’s what he thinks. But he does. You make him happier than he’s been in so long. He knows down the line that there will be consequences. But for now he forgets about them.

Deciding to choose you instead. 

[pedropascallme]

How about a fic where the reader also works at Smosh and they recently started dating but they haven't gone beyond kissing AND BAM FIRST TIME HAPPENS- really sexy, fluffy, gentle, maybe he picks her up a little bit, and they take time exploring eachother. You'd do so gooood! We truly need more Damien fic in this fandom 😭🔥

More, More, More

Pairing: Damien Haas x f!Reader

Summary: “You tilted your head, scanning his face; he blinked hard once, and fixed his posture, pushing his shoulders back slightly before relaxing them. Your hand trailed up his arm, tracing his tattoos and then loosely grabbing at his bicep.”

Warnings: SMUT (18+ MINORS DNI) p in v sex, oral (f receiving), fingering, dirty talk, praise, uhhh some Hereditary spoilers I guess? If I missed anything please let me know!

AN: Not super proud of this because I've been studying all week and I feel like my lack of sleep did not contribute to this in any beneficial ways but I still hope you enjoy it <3

“Are you coming with us tonight?” You fell into step with Courtney while you walked down the hall and out of the office.

“No, I don’t think so,” you looked up from your phone, “promised Damien I’d watch Hereditary, and I don’t think he’d let me bail.”

She smiled at you, walking you to your car, “It’s a good movie,” she tilted her head, “And he’s a good guy. I don’t blame you for wanting to stay in.”

“Yeah, well,” you kind of clammed up, “He’s cute and I love a good beheading, so.” You laughed with each other before saying your goodbyes.

You’d been dating him for two months. And it was really and truly delightful; he was kind, and communicative, and above all so, so pretty. It had started so naturally, harbored crushes surfacing to reveal themselves at the right time, and progressed so smoothly, and you were thrilled by it.

Still, you let the familiar fear of rejection take control at times; the anxiety that maybe you were moving too quickly and that he was only a fraction as interested in you as you were in him. So the physical affection stayed surface level—literally—in that you kissed and touched but hadn’t gone beyond second base, if you remembered the laws of high school correctly.

And that was fine, and he hadn’t said anything, hadn’t put pressure on you to do anything you didn’t want—but you really did want it. You wanted to let him have you, let him take you in taboo ways and places. Maybe that made you a bit deviant, maybe even a little perverse. But it was hard to be with someone so…flawless, as far as you were concerned, and not want something like that, even when the voices in your head told you that you shouldn’t, or that you weren’t nearly as experienced as any of his past partners might have been.

Comparison meets joy, and stabs it right in the neck.

~~~

“Be honest with me,” you sat next to Damien on the couch, curling your legs beneath you and leaning over towards him, “Did you want to watch this with me just so you could hold me during the scary parts?”

“Yeah, but not for the reasons you think,” he draped an arm over your shoulder, pulling you closer to him, “I’m fucking terrified of it, and I need my big strong girlfriend to protect me.” He smiled, clearly amused by himself, and you blew a piece of hair out of his face.

“Wuss.” You kissed him, hand toying with his collar, before sitting back and leaning on his shoulder.

“Yeah? Remember that you said that tonight when you turn off the lights.” He shot you a dubious grin before grabbing the remote. You watched the muscle in his wrist move when he pressed the buttons, captivated by the small details of his body and the way he mouthed the titles of the movies that popped up on the TV screen while he flicked through previously watched films.

You tilted your head, scanning his face; he blinked hard once, and fixed his posture, pushing his shoulders back slightly before relaxing them. Your hand trailed up his arm, tracing his tattoos and then loosely grabbing at his bicep.

“I’ll still remember you’re a wuss when the lights are off.” You mumbled, and he looked down at you.

“You seem so sure.” He watched your hand sweep over his arm, nails barely grazing his skin.

“You think I should be contemplating something else?” You goaded him, unsure of where the sudden confidence had come from and why it had appeared only now. “Don’t you want me to think about you when the lights are off?” You continued with your double entendres. You saw him swallow, and from your position, leaning over him with your hand now on his chest, you could feel his heartbeat pick up.

God, he was nice to look at.

“No, I do,” he put down the remote, reaching over to hold your chin in his hand and guide you up to him, “but I think my proposal might be a little more…vulgar.”

You smiled against his mouth when he kissed you, the leisurely pace allowing you to take your time tasting him, feeling the shape of him near you, on you. You sat up, giving yourself room to lace your fingers in his hair and pull him even closer, and he let you; an arm wrapped around your waist to secure you against him.

“You wanna watch this movie with me or not?” You quipped when you separated from him, and he smiled, shaking his head.

“Yes—yeah. I do want to watch this with you,” he paused, before continuing, “You, uh…you wanna tell me something?” He sort of shifted in his seat, tilting his head back on the couch cushions to drink you in.

“What?”

“Where that came from?”

“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” you played dumb, heat creeping up your neck and splashing your cheeks red; you tried not to lose your new surge of confidence, reassuring yourself that his line of questioning was a result of mutual excitement. You leaned over him to grab the remote and press play before you crawled into his lap to straddle him.

“You gonna watch this way?” His hands found purchase on your hips.

“I haven’t told you about this skill?” You kept up your act.

“No, I was unaware of the eyes on the back of your head,” he squeezed your hips and you hummed at the feeling, “But it’s pretty hot. I love a woman with twenty/twenty/twenty/twenty vision.”

You heard the movie play behind you; the score and the sound of voices droning softly. “Can I be honest,” you traced a finger over his collar, “I’m not that interested in the movie right now.”

“How dare you,” Damien feigned hurt, “This is a serious breach of protocol—” his hands crawled up your back before he stood, picking you up with him, and laying you on your back, caging you under him while you laughed from the adrenaline that came with being picked up and put down so quickly. “And I absolutely will not have it,” he kissed down your neck and you grabbed at his hair. “This switch up will not go unpunished.” He brought his face back up to yours and kissed you deeply, your hand tightening in his hair when his tongue slipped past your lips.

“Tell me if it’s too much?” He urged, nose brushing against your cheek when he broke away from you.

“Keep going.”

“You’re sure?”

“Damien, I don’t think there’s a sexy way to say this: I really want to have sex with you right now.” Your hand fell from his hair and trailed over his neck, stopping between his shoulder blades, and pulling gently at his shirt.

“Sounded pretty sexy to me,” he smirked, continuing his ministrations, kissing down your neck, lips stopping just above the collar of your shirt. He reached under the hem of the fabric, warm palms brushing against your skin while he explored you. You gasped when he cupped your breast in his hand, his free arm finding its way under your body to prop you up slightly and allow him easier access to you.

You’d done this before, had him touch you like this, but it felt so much more charged in this moment; the promise of more to come made you antsy in the best way, having previously stopped here. His hands kept exploring, with your chest, your stomach, and the curve of your spine all finding relief under his hands. You slid one hand under his shirt, desperate to be as close to him as possible; your other hand continued to tug on the back of his collar, encouraging him to rid himself of the layer of fabric.

He gave in to your silent request, pulling away from you momentarily to take it off before returning his undivided attention to you and, with his hands on your waist, bunching your shirt up at your sides, offered you another heated kiss.

You felt restless, wired by his touch and eager to feel him in the ways you had spent so much time imagining. Your hips bucked gently into his, and you heard his breath catch in his throat, his chest stuttering against you when you deepened the kiss, arms wrapping around his neck and one leg draped over him. Your hands trailed over his back, drinking in his frame above you. You tugged at his hair to disconnect momentarily, panting.

“Can I…?” His hand ghosted over the hem of your shirt while you looked up at him.

“Please.” You gave him the go-ahead, and he pulled you up a bit to help you strip off your shirt. He wasted no time, licking a streak across your collar bone before dipping his head down to kiss the valley between your breasts; he left open-mouthed kisses on the soft flesh and you put a hand on the back of his neck, unsure whether to enjoy the view or allow your head to loll back to fully embrace the feeling of his mouth on your body. His thumb grazed over one of your nipples, and you gasped at the contact.

“Beautiful,” he mumbled against your chest, focused on the way the emerging goosebumps on your skin felt against his tongue and fingers, “you’re so beautiful.”

“Damien,” you tilted his chin up in your fingers, “pants.”

“Fuck—right.” He tore himself away from you, hands flying to the zipper of your jeans to undo them and peel them off your legs. He toyed with the waistband of your panties, undeniably obvious wet spot soaking through with your desire, before lowering his face to your core and licking a stripe over your clothed cunt. You whimpered, hand reaching for his shoulder and squeezing, encouraging him to continue. He repeated the action, looking up at you from between your legs to watch your eyes flutter before you let your head fall back against the armrest of the couch.

“Can I take them off?” One of his fingers softly brushed against your clit over your panties.

“You can do whatever you want,” and you were only half-joking, so trusting of him and his intentions, “Take them off.”

Damien did as he was told, pulling the fabric down your thighs. He let one of his fingers trail up your slit, letting you coat it with your slick before using it to rub tight circles on your clit.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he had moved himself down the couch, propping himself up on his forearms above your core, and, using the position to his advantage, he licked into you, finally getting a proper taste. You moaned, a breathy sound that pushed all the air from your lungs, and it spurred him on: his tongue fucked into you while he used his finger to massage your clit, grinding his hips into the couch to find friction when you moaned his name.

He removed his finger from your clit, letting it trace over your hole before sinking into you; you let out a sigh of contentment, and he pumped it slowly in and out of you, taking your clit between his lips and sucking, before adding another digit. You mewled down at him, whispers of his name and begs for him to continue his movements, promises of how good you would be for him if he would just, please, let you cum. He moaned at your words, the vibrations shooting through your core, and when he sped up his movements ever so slightly, you were an absolute goner; one last swipe of his tongue over your clit in time with the push of his fingers against your walls had you crying out for him.

You gulped for air, dizzy with satisfaction, and when you looked down at him, he was already staring at you, his face painted with a dopey grin. “Hi.”

“Hi,” you smiled, letting your head fall back on the couch. He climbed up and over you, kissing your forehead.

“You’re pretty when you cum for me,” he rubbed his nose against yours before moving to kiss your cheek, “wanna see you do it again.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He nodded, lips brushing against yours and you closed the gap between them; you could taste the sweet edge of your own cum on his tongue.

“Make me.” You whispered against him, and he groaned into the kiss, pushing his hips against yours.

Hesitantly, he broke away, standing to undo his belt and undress. You watched, transfixed, eyes trailing from his collar to his legs. The background noise of the movie rose to a crescendo before falling quiet.

“Baby,” his hand fell over your face, cupping your cheek.

“Mhm.”

“We just missed the decapitation scene.” His words were laced with a faux disappointment, and you bit the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing.

“Guess you’ll just have to bide your time until you can find the remote and rewind.” You pulled at his arm, and he crawled back onto the couch, positioning himself above you.

“I mean—if you insist,” he laughed, kissing your neck while he lined himself up with you. The tip of his cock nudged at your entrance and the mood returned to a more serious tone. “Gonna be good for me?” His forehead rested against yours, “Gonna tell me what you need?”

“Yeah,” you breathed, squirming just enough to feel a hint more relief with his cock so close to where you needed it. “Need you, Damien.”

“Good girl.” He pushed into you slowly, letting you adjust to the stretch as he went. Mouth open and eyes squeezed shut at the feeling, he moaned softly when he bottomed out. You clawed at his arms, pulsing around him.

“More,” you pleaded under him.

“Oh my god,” he keened at your words, pushing his hips into yours even further before pulling out to repeat the motion over again; long, languid thrusts filling you up, dropping kisses on any exposed skin you could reach on each other between moans. “Tell me—tell me how it feels, baby.” Damien whispered into the skin of your cheek, his words quiet in your ear.

“It’s so good,” you whined at the drag of his cock against your walls, tip pushing against your most sensitive spots with every roll of his hips. “Want it—harder, please, Damien.”

He gave in to your cries immediately; straightening himself out above you, one arm reaching for your leg to prop it up against his shoulder, he used it as leverage to pull you into him. You yelped, well pleased by the new angle and the deep push of his hips, eyes rolling back when he brushed your cervix.

“Christ, you’re so pretty,” he grit his teeth, growling his words, “You like that, baby? Like feeling me like this?”

Your face contorted into a hazy smile, ragged moans taking the place of a coherent answer to his question. You reached out for him, raising your arms to encourage him to drop back down to your level; he pushed your leg down, and you wrapped it around his waist when he leaned forward to kiss you, engulfing you underneath him. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, trying to capture every inch of your body to bottle in this memory. You whined at the feeling of his stubble on your neck, the vague tickle making you giggle softly into his shoulder before your own moans cut your laughter short. He smiled, hips still driving into you.

“Doing so good, baby, give me one more.” He gave himself the space to snake an arm between your bodies, fingers deftly finding your clit and kneading it to pair with his thrusts. You arched your back, consumed by need, desperate to show him how good he made you feel. He sped up, movements becoming rougher the closer you both got to your highs; he rolled your clit under his finger and you gripped his bicep, nails threatening to break his skin as you came for him.

“That’s right—fuck, that’s my good girl,” He praised you while you trembled under him, cunt squeezing his cock while he drew out your orgasm. “So fucking good, that’s it.” He rambled, mouth agape once more as he hurtled towards the edge; after a few more deep thrusts, he pulled out of you, fisting his cock and spilling over your stomach with a moan of your name. His cum was warm on your skin, mixing with the sheen of sweat that had developed over you.

He slumped over you, leaving open mouthed kisses on your neck while he evened out his breathing; you took deep breaths underneath him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pushing your cheek into the crown of his head.

“That was,” he breathed against your skin, bringing his face to your level, and kissing your nose, “better than a movie.”

“That’s high praise.” You mumbled, letting him press a gentle kiss to your lips.

“I know,” he smiled, a familiar playful glint in his eye, “Don’t you feel honored?”

“So much,” you laughed, “and sweaty.”

He stood up, locating his shirt near the coffee table. He turned back to you, using it to wipe down your stomach and the wet that dripped between your legs, peppering your abdomen with kisses. One of your fingers scooped a spot he had missed on your stomach, and you brought it to your mouth to lick it clean.

“Damien…” you released your finger with a pop, and he returned to his spot on the couch, pulling you up to lean against him. He looked at you, silently pressing you to continue, eyes fixed on your lips, silently hoping you might repeat the action just so he could see it again. “Can we rewind the movie?”

He laughed, wrapping his arms around you and kissing the top of your head. “If you think you can get through it without getting distracted.”

“Mm,” you grunted, pushing yourself further into him, “no promises.”

[inevesgf]

SOCIAL MEDIA⠀,⠀ chris dixon.

synopsis ✩ a walk through of your social media presence! inspired by @mrstelevision mwahh

face - claim: the LOVELY courtney eaton

authors note: first social media au <3 let me know what you guys think of it, reblogs are appreciated!

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youruser from the stands to the pitch, guess being in all those chrismd videos benefited me after all! — tagged sidemen and bambinobecky.

taliamar was rooting for you the whole time xx

youruser the kiss i blew at the camera was for u xx

xotbjzl MOTHER MOTHERED I LOVE YOU

chrismd youre telling me being in my amazing presence doesn’t benefit you? i’m heartbroken

youruser 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

chrismd youre so mean to me

xixlibs please just kiss already

theobaker best player on the pitch, besides me

youruser this is why you got injured

w2ksi y.n here bullying everyone and i am so here for it

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youruser a not-so-aesthetic photo dump (chris ruins it) — tagged chrismd, theburntchip and taliamar

bambinoyn they are so in love i can’t explain it

chrismd love you too ❤️

youruser 😚

wroetomd i know theyre joking but im holding on to CRUMBS. ok??????

taliamar peep us being wasted af in the first pic

youruser oops..

arthurtv tag yourself. im the dog

youruser that you are! 😊

geenelly arthurtv disstrack when?????

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youruser so lucky to b apart of your beautiful day 🤍 heres uk youtubes royal wedding on film x — tagged taliamar, calfreezy, polaroid and theburntchip

taliamar love you beyond comprehension 🤍🤍

youruser the most beautiful bride ever xx

freyanightingale most beautiful photos ever 😍

theburntchip freezy and i are such stunners

calfreezy Real mate

xixjzl everyone looked so good :,)

chrismd what a handsome devil .. and then there’s freezy and chip ..

talsmar4ever HELLO??? HELLO?? CHRISYN NATION ARE WE SEEING THIS???

xodixon WE ARE WHAT THE FUCK

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youruser ski trip shenanigans 🎿 — tagged chrismd, calfreezy, willne, wroetoshaw and arthurtv

calfreezy you slayed on the slopes

youruser please NEVER say slay again, but thank u ☺️

w2love harry lookin TOO fine

chrismdlvr SO MUCH CHRIS LATELY they HAAVEE to be together i swear

chrismd can ski better than me

youruser yeah it’s because you’re not tall enough to ski, the skis are too far apart for you x

xow2s yeah girl you tell him

bambinobecky where was my invite!!

youruser youre lucky you weren’t there, i had to share a room with arthur and he smells like shit

arthurtv EXCUSE ME??!??

youruser love u ☺️

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youruser having one shell of a good time in croatia

hrtzerkaa THIS HASSS TO BE A HARD LAUNCH

calfreezy bunch of studs on a boat

theobaker your puns are terrible

youruser almost as bad as your sun burn?

chrismd she tried to drown me

youruser yeah with my love and affection duhhh

whiped4lewis OK EVERYONE STAY CALM

obsessedwyn OH MY GOD????

taliamar twitter will have fun with this one!

youruser you know it ;)

[auras-moonstone]

can you write something of jack x shy!reader that are either working on a romcom together or she’s his interviewer?

hi! i actually really like how this turned out. hope you like it too💓

enchanted to meet you — jack champion

word count: 1,409

pairing: jack champion x fem!interviewer!reader

summary: y/n feels scared for her first job as an interviewer but jack’s warming demeanour makes her feel more comfortable as the interview goes on.

Y/N’S HANDS WERE SHAKY AND SHE CONSTANTLY HAD TO RUB THEM ON HER DRESS BECAUSE OF HOW SWEATY THEY WERE. To be fair, she was only 18 years old and doing her first interview. It was very sudden, she just started working on this known magazine and the woman who was supposed to go to the Scream premiere had an accident so they just sent the only person available: Y/N Y/L. And of course the person she had to interview was Jack fucking Champion—the six foot tall boy with unbelievable gorgeous factions and a killer smile.

Y/N was probably the youngest person in there. Everyone seemed to know each other and she was just there, alone and feeling extremely scared and anxious. She used to have a plan—start getting over her shyness with chill interviews so that in the future she could be ready to interview famous celebrities. But no, she was straight off sent to the premiere of one of the most successful franchises of all time. She was going to throw up.

The silhouette of the boy started to make his way to her “Hi!” his excited voice greeted her, pulling her out of her thoughts.

Y/N looked up, her eyes meeting a very bright brown set of eyes. The boy was even prettier in person (and taller). He was wearing a white tank top below his stylish black jacket and black trousers. He was so handsome. And did she mention he was really tall?

“Hi, sorry. I was lost in my thoughts” she apologised, her cheeks already turning red. That was a typical feature of her—always expect her to blush, her blood always betrayed her.

Jack was instantly enchanted by her sweet and soft voice. He had never felt so nervous during an interview—probably because he had never been interviewed by someone his age, and certainly not by anyone close to being as breathtaking as her.

“It’s okay” he assured her, his smile so shiny it almost blinded her.

Y/N smiled thankful “First, I’d like to congratulate you on your movie! I got to see you on Avatar and thought you did an amazing job. It’s fantastic that you got to work in such iconic franchises! Were you a fan of the Scream movies before getting the role?” her voice, thankfully, didn’t show how insanely nervous she was. But the hand holding the mic certainly did. Jack noticed her shaky grip, and he wanted so bad to put his hand on hers to comfort her, but he knew it would be too much.

“Thank you so much, you’re really sweet. And yeah, it’s honestly a dream come true” Jack pulled his dazzling smile and Y/N couldn’t help but take a quick look at it. He had perfect teeth, holy shit. “I watched the movies before we started filming and I absolutely loved them!”.

“Can I ask who your favourite Ghostface is?” Y/N questioned him. Very original, Y/N, she said to herself. Why did they hire her? She was really not qualified for this.

“Oh, I love that question!” Jack exclaimed. “You know, I always say Stu but now that I have re-watched the movies and read some opinions online, I also really like Jill! What are yours?”

Y/N’s eyes widened in surprise, she was not expecting him to ask her questions. It wasn’t usual during interviews for reporters to be questioned “Oh- I- I think Roman, Stu and Jill” she answered nervously. His eyes were so strongly focused on her that she almost melted on the spot.

“Roman is also a really good choice. You have great taste! And by the way, I love your outfit” Jack complimented her, looking at the black dress—it was like the one Courtney Cox used at the beginning of Scream 2. Y/N stood still. Did he know the effect those words had on her? Because she was two seconds away from collapsing.

“Thank you for saying that… your outfit is amazing too” she brushed it off with a little laugh.

“Thank you! Look, I have ghostface socks!” he said in an enthusiastic tone. She look down to see the black socks with patters of the mask and couldn’t help but smile.

“That’s adorable” the comment slipped out of her mouth before she could stop it. But far from being uncomfortable, Jack’s smile grew bigger. “Did you all know who was playing Ghostface from the beginning or was it something you found out towards the end of the shooting?”

“Actually, we didn’t know who would be playing Ghostface until the revealing scene” he answered, and admired the way her eyes shone in awe. “I take it you are a really big fan of the franchise”.

Y/N let out a nervous laugh, feeling a bit embarrassed “Is my enthusiasm that readable? I’m sorry, I literally grew up watching those movies”

“And now you are at the premiere interviewing the cast! That’s amazing!” he exclaimed loudly.

His happy aura was really contagious and it made her feel a little less shy “Well, thank you, Jack. Do you have any future projects?”

“Yes! I actually did a movie with Liam Neeson that will be coming out soon called Retribution and another one called Freaky Tales! So yeah, I’m very excited” he balanced on his feet.

“That’s amazing! Congratulations” Y/N gave him a genuine smile. Then they heard someone calling his name, telling him it was time to go. “Thank you for you time, Jack. Hope you felt comfortable”.

“I did! It was fun, and you were excellent” Jack smiled down at her. The team kept calling him but he wouldn’t move, trying to decide if he should just ask for her instagram or if it would be too weird. Maybe she had a partner, god he hoped not. Before he could even ask her name, Mason came to him and grabbed his arm.

“Jack, we have to go” his friend told him. Jack sighed, waving at the beautiful interviewer and cursing himself for not being quick enough.

Y/N turned around, ready to walk back to the van, completely wonderstruck by the charming young actor. She just prayed that wasn’t the last time they saw each other.

THE INTERVIEW WENT VIRAL IN LESS THAN AN HOUR, AND EVEN FOR A FAMOUS COMPANY, IT WAS UNEXPECTED. The people were going wild on the comment section, pointing out how the actor looked at his interviewer in complete amazement. No one would have thought it was going to have such a repercussion. Especially not Y/N.

championslover man was in AWE

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landrydaylight pls the way he looks at her i need them to be together!!!

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haunted.ethan “look, i have ghostface socks” really jack??? 😂😂😂

devyn_nekoda i can’t believe he said that omg

jackchampion I WAS NERVOUS OKAY LET ME BE

ghostfacelandry the evolution on this two min interview was so heartwarming??? like she was really shy at first but then you could tell she got used to his presence omg i adore them

jacksrep the way she blushes!! girl is honestly strong cause i would’ve passed out from having him in front of me

spiderboyjack let’s go to the important thing: does anyone have her insta????

championslover i just found it, it’s y/n.y/l/n (holy shit she’s so pretty!!!)

jacksgf oh jack… i get it now!!!

jackchampion championslover thank you for your service 🫡

championslover oh he’s down BAD

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jackchampion started following you

Y/N stared at the notification in shock. And then her heart stopped when she saw another notification, this time it was a direct message.

hey! it’s jack

i really wanted to get your instagram the day of the interview but honestly i was too scared

hi jack!

well, i’m glad your fandom (who honestly should be called by the fbi) found it.

hahaha me too tbh

and i’m going to be forward, i can’t stop thinking about you ever since the interview and it was killing me that i didn’t even get your name (by the way i’m praying you don’t have a partner).

i can’t stop thinking about you either (nope, i’m single)

you made me feel really comfortable, and that is not something i can say about a lot of people… especially not those who i talked to for two minutes

i don’t know.. you give that special kind of vibe very few people have

you know how to make someone blush ☺️

i heard it was your first interview. i can’t believe it, you were amazing!

thank you! i was so nervous but it could’ve gone way worse

you made it easier, you were really sweet

i’m glad i was your first interview then :)

i was wondering if you’d like to have dinner with me tomorrow? i’d really like to get to know you better

i would love to, jack!

great! send me your address and i’ll pick you up at seven.

can’t wait 🤍

me neither😫 wanna facetime???

sure! text me xxx xxxx

[fuckyeahcourtneylove]

23 november 1991. kurt, courtney & dave backstage in belgium.

[spennsrs]

drunk confessing to spencer? "shh, don't tell anyone but 've got a crush on him" my fave troupe everrr 😭😭 love your writing sm ❤️

(\ (\ („• ֊ •„) ━O━O━━━━━━━━━ ・:。DRUNK TEXT. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ︳spencer agnew x reader drabble ︳pure fluff ︳i love this trope sm :( decided to do a lil spin on it!! n also if this is short... im so sorry

spencer had a bad feeling bubbling in the pit of his stomach. something felt... off. while he sat on his couch, scrolling through netflix aimlessly, his eyes kept glancing to the dark screen of his phone.

from the screen... to the phone... back to the screen... then to the phone again...

his hand reaches to the mobile device, eyes focusing as the screen lights up to check the time. a soft sigh leaves him as he takes note of the time.

2:35 AM

they should've texted by now. they should be home from that stupid party... right? unlocking his phone, spencer opens his messages to reread over the conversation with you. they would text him when they got home... right? spencer's mind races with anxious and concerned thoughts as he sets his phone down, exhaling shakily.

... ding!

from :: [y/n] 🤓💞hey heeeeeey pssst keep a secret for me courtney pretty pleeeease

spencer feels a brow raise as he reads the texts, holding back a soft laugh. he simply stares at the screen for a moment before going to respond, only for more texts to flood in.

from :: [y/n] 🤓💞 im hella drynk drunk and i thynk its supwr obvious but like dont twele anyone spnecr is saur cute and i have .. the biggest crush on him no not crush that makes me sound like a lovesick schoolgirl but you get what i mean hopwfully

silence filled the living room as spencer stares at his phone screen, a little dumbfounded and a little overwhelmed. was this... real? was this actually happening? this couldn't be real. his best friend and object of his ever growing affections was drunk texting him, thinking he was someone else and confessing. well... maybe confessing wasn't the right word. they were more just rambling their feelings.

was there a right way to go about this? would [y/n] even remember this in the morning? should he even say anything? in a panic, spencer just... stares at his phone screen. his free hand comes up to his mouth, nervously chewing on his fingernails as he's seemingly too nervous to respond.

spence, you could always call-

his thoughts are interrupted yet again as his phone starts to ring. spencer's heart stops, and he swears time slows in that moment as the screen lights up with [y/n]'s caller id. shakily, he picks the phone up and answers the call.

"hello...?" "spence! oh em geee, heeeeeey! i'm hooome, i totally forgot to tell you so hi cutie, i'm home."

the soft giggles and steady breaths only fuel spencer's rapidly beating heart, and a soft smile tugs at his lips. "hey, [y/n]. i was starting to think you were hurt or something... but i'm glad you're home safe and sound." there's a pause of silence, before he swallows thickly and opens his mouth to speak again. "you okay..?"

"keep a secret! courtney didn't text me back so i'm sharing this super top secret secret with you! i have these ultra big feelings for spencer... isn't that crazy?" he so desperately wished he was there to take care of them. he knew they were a talkative drunk, he knew they never drank enough water and he just hoped their roommate would urge them to do so... he knew everything about them, everything came so naturally with them. so why was he surprised? everyone already thought they were dating, three long years of friendship, they were constantly asked if they were dating. within the three years of friendship, spencer had developed those deeper feelings pretty quickly.

but for some reason, when he was hit with the sudden truth that they returned his feelings... why was he so flabbergasted? the intense feeling bubbling in his chest, the quickened breaths, how his hands felt clammier than usual. "spenceeeeee? you theeeere?" "oh, fuck, uh .... sorry, [y/n]. yeah, uh, yeah your secret is safe with me."

there's a selfish part of spencer that decides to keep this to himself, to cherish in this moment. the whole awkward conversation that was bound to happen was an issue for future spencer.

but for now, [y/n]'s giggling voice telling him they felt the same was all he cared about.

[rebouks]

Previous // Next

Courtney: Look what Brynn just sent me… Oscar: [cackles] Fuck me. Courtney: You don’t think it’s weird? Oscar: Yeah it is, but she’s safe n’ they apparently love each other so it’s whatever. Better to be on his soft side, however unlikely it is-.. right? Courtney: I guess. Oscar: Block her if it’s gonna piss you off. Courtney: It’s not pissing me off, it’s just-… Oscar: Weird.

[sgiandubh]

A picture is worth a thousand words

The cherry on the cake being a pic where black and white allows to better focus on the facial features and the story they tell. And yeah, there is a reason Skeleton is sometimes a chaperon.

This was taken at the same Scottish BAFTA 2019 edition:

If this is fucking fan service (a lazy pretext for lazy minds), I am (who should I be, today?).. Uhm.. I am Courtney Love, to stick with The Theme:

I rest my case.

Why now? I have no idea. Perhaps with a view for the next promo? The merger & acquisition?

Your guess is as good as mine. Lousy PR plant, myself.

[boizandgurlzinthehouse]

𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦.

kurt cobain x fem!reader

summary: after breaking up with courtney, kurt can breath beside his beloved y/n. his soul is free, but y/n's dreams aren't. trigger warning: knives, bad dreams, baddy written fluff (?), courtney is evil in that one word count: 1.169k

it could be a peaceful night, after days of fight –divorcing from courtney, y/n wanted to be beside kurt, supporting him by taking care of frances at home, or taking a confession on court, admitting to them that courtney in fact, were not okay. hanging out with them, it was y/n, who got a call from him when he locked up himself behind doors, when courtney called the police that he was trying to murder himself with a gun. getting there at the same time as the cops, she was the first witness the law called. after the sentence that kurt and courtney was no longer a couple, kurt and y/n went home. their romance started under his marriage, but it wasn't real cheating, y/n was too freaked out to do anything before their divorce. she didn't want to be a homewrecker, and plus, courtney frightened her until the end.

as courtney collected her leftover clothes, y/n turned to make some tea. she wished that the other woman could get away quickly, and the kettle boiled for too long.

"you know, i always wondered why kurt wanted you. i mean, you are truly beautiful, i can't take that away from you, it's just... you are so fucking dumb."

"...sorry, what?" y/n turned around. courtney leaned on the doorframe, smiling.

"you re so fucking dumb, really, really dumb if you think he's not gonna leave you. you are boring for him, yes, your... secrecy can be hot for awhile, but it's not enough to keep him."

"i'm sorry, but... why can't you accept the situation?" y/n barely whispered.

"why are you saying always sorry?" courtney's face was suddenly closer, her mouth grew bigger, and claws crawled on her fingers as she began to get closer to her. suddenly, grabbing y/n's shoulders, she grabbed her, tossing on the bed where usually she and kurt slept. something gleamed in the low light; a knife –courtney was holding a knife, pointing it to her. "sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry! you should apologize for being a whore and taking away my life!"

"i can't to anything, it was your fault!" y/n cried, trying to free herself, but courtney was too strong. way too strong, she draw blood from y/n's wrist.

"OF COURSE YOU CAN!" it wasn't her sound, it was like an animalistic scream, from the deep of her throat, her soul. "YOU CAN'T GET AWAY AFTER ALL OF THAT! YOU STOLE MY LIFE!"

"no!" y/n tried to scream. no, no, no, no!

"y/n, y/n..." courtney pointed the knife at her skin, slowly pulling it. she didn't felt pain, but it was terrifying.

"no, please, please no!" shaking, it was no help. no way out, she's gonna die here–

–in this stupid dream.

"y/n, please, wake up." it was kurt, but for a moment, and as he turned over her, she thought it was still her dream... or worse, that it was in fact, reality and that crazy psycho-bitch came to murder her. screaming, she looked at her wrists, almost hitting her lover in the head.

"courtney, kurt, what... what?" a single thought couldn't form in her mind as she fought her tears, catching her head from side to side to check that she wasn't in danger. "she's... where... she was, i don't, i'm sorry, just..."

"y/n, please, listen to me!" kurt pleaded, holding her face between his palms. "it was just a dream, just a dream, love."

"a dream? my wrists..." she murmured, looking at her hands. kurt held them, kissing it as they explored them together.

"see? nothing happened to you. your wrists are alright, just as your lovely body."

"yeah..." y/n nodded, inhaling and exhaling, kurt did it with her. tilting her forehead to his, seeking comfort from him. she still couldn't believe what she dreamt, it was so... real. but she didn't want to tell it to him, because it would just rile him up, and he deserved a good sleep after tiring days.

"or should i make some tea? it may help you to calm down." he asked, ready to stand up from the bed, making y/n whine like a baby cat and claw after him.

"please don't, just... stay here with me."

if you go away, maybe you never come back. she knew it wasn't true, but still, it was better to be safe than sorry.

"okay, then i'll just hug you until you're alright." he said, touching her chin, making her nod.

"yes, please." y/n ducked herself under his arms, not daring to close her eyes. the warmth of his body calmed her down, grabbing the back of his t-shirt, she didn't want to see him cry. stroking her back with his fingers, kurt kissed the crown of her hair.

"do you want to talk about it?" y/n shook her head. "no problem, babylove. you'll talk about it when you're ready."

"just some nasty things happened to my wrists." she murmured, making him look down to her.

"only in your dreams, darling. i'd never let anything happen to your precious wrists."

he helped her peeling off her sweated t-shirt, giving her a new one. offering her to bath, she declined. she was too scared to stay away from him even for a moment, so he just opened the window, the noises of the city always calmed her down since childhood.

"sorry for waking you up, baby." she whispered, facing him as he kept her lose by keeping his hand on her back and her hair, twirling her locks around his fingers. "i wanted you to sleep, to get rest."

"don't you dare to say sorry, love. i'm here to help you, just as you helped me these days, didn't you?" kurt asked, not even waiting for an answer, because he knew she did it. "we're here to help each other, and as long as i see that you're alright, it's worth everything."

y/n tried to say something, but kurt hushed her as he kissed her eyelids, her eyelashes.

"and what does matter a couple of hours? i missed you in my sleep either way. these days were tiring for all of us, but it's over now. tomorrow we gonna see bean, she's so happy for you every time she sees you."

"i'm glad." she smiled, brushing his short, blonde and angelic hair.

"i'm glad that you take part in my life. i know it's not a triumph, but..."

"it's the best thing that ever happened to me to be in your life." she whispered, giving him a longing, slow sweet kiss. resting her head on her pillow, inhaling his scent, she fell in love with him again.

"i love you, kurt." i love that you heal unconsciously the things you've never caused.

"i love you too, y/n. i'm never gonna let those ugly bad dreams get to you anymore."

and it was true. they never came again.

a/n: sorry if it wasn't that good, i'm just tryna get used to kurt's soft personality. but anyway, i like domestic fluff so maybe there's gonna be more like this.

if you want to see more of these, send me a req by comment or here

bye bye babiez

[jayswritings13]

Total Drama: Alejandro's All Star reunion

Request: "hi! i know you wrote this like forever ago but i was wondering if you could do a pt two? where Alejandro and reader see eachother again during all stars?"

💗Masterlist | WIP Page

In all honesty, you should have seen this coming at some point or another.

Running into any of the old castmates was very easy now that you've been connected with a majority of them.

And that included Alejandro.

Sure, you saw him at the finale, but this felt different.

For the first few days, you were able to avoid him pretty well.

After what happened last time, you didn't want any chance at getting close or vulnerable.

It's All-Stars, after all, so who knows what it will cost you this time when Alejandro decides to plot against you.

Unfortunately, he was just as persistent to talk to you.

"(Y/N)."

Fuck, here we go.

"As you are aware from the last time we saw each other, I wasn't totally honest."

"That's a fucking understatement." You snorted, earning a glare from him.

"Anyway," He said, "I'm sure by now you have watched the season and figured out why I did what I did. I-"

"Oh for fuck's sake, kicked me out." You said, crossing your arms, "You can fucking say it! You kicked me out!"

"Yes, well-"

"You kicked me out because you couldn't handle some god damn teasing from the others." You said, "It was a stupid fucking reason." You sighed, "But, I guess that comes with the territory of it being a game, doesn't it?"

"It was for protection."

"Ha, like you needed any. Everyone loved you. You had a working plan." You said, "It worked for Bridgette and LeShawna. It would've worke-"

"Except that my focus would slip and it risked everything." Alejandro paused, "So, I had to eliminate the risk."

Eliminate the risk

Eliminate the risk

Oh....oh.

Everything you remembered and watched about the season suddenly made much more sense.

You never actually considered the option that whatever was happening between him and you was in anyway real, especially a threat to Alejandro's standing.

After that, you tried your hardest to continue to keep your distance and guard up, waiting for a repeat.

Though, to your surprise, you found that Alejandro was just as hell bent on keeping you close.

Something about wanting to make amends for what happened last time.

For once, he seemed......sincere---which was a bit unsettling for a look on him.

Once the teams merged, you weren't surprised to find that he wanted to form an alliance.

Yeah, sure, that's what we'll call it.

"I guess I get it now," You grinned towards the confessional camera, "Besides, its not like I'm on my top game right now," You paused, "so, yeah, I get it." You then suddenly remembered that you were still in the confessional, "I mean not like I would give him the satisfaction of knowing that. His ego is already so big." You said.

The both of you knew what it really was: picking up where world tour left off

Though, it made it just as ironic that you made it further than him.

Especially since part of it was your fault, voting him out in a pact with Gwen, Courtney, and Scott.

You're sure that he understands.

Even if it meant that you went through the rest of the competition with the same lonely-guilty feeling that he had.

"Was it satisfying? Yes." You said, barely glancing at the camera in the confessional. "Do I regret it?" You paused, "Eh.....?" You shrugged your shoulders, "Do I miss him? Yeah, I do." You sighed, knowing full and well that Alejandro was gonna tease the shit out of you for this confessional, much like you had with his previous ones in World Tour. "But, it had to be done."