Neck Of Dews Guitar - Dewdrop (Ghost) 18+

Neck of Dew’s Guitar - Dewdrop (Ghost) 18+

I’m really just a heathen for Dew, and I’m not even sorry. Was originally gonna title this “Lick Me Like One of Your Guitar Necks Dewwy” but it’s too long and just awful sooo

NSFW WARNING

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(I don’t know if my tumblr is glitching or what, but this is @oldonemaster ‘s GIF)

That fuckin’ brat...

You knew it was a horrible idea to go to tonight’s Ghost concert.

Dewdrop had been teasing you all day, and now he does this shit. Licking the neck of his guitar just to get you all hot and bothered, and it was working just like he knew it would.

You were right at the barricade, forced to witness your partner make suggestive motions with his fingers and tongue.

You squeezed your thighs together instinctively, wanting to feel some kind of release of the throbbing tension that started to boil in between your legs.

You could almost feel the smug smirk he was most definitely giving you beneath his mask, knowing fully well how worked up he could make you.

You huffed, wanting to go to the venue’s shitty bathroom just to relieve yourself. But there were hundreds of Ghost fans surrounding you, keeping you squished up up against the barricade. Plus, Dew wouldn’t treat you too kindly if you got yourself off without his permission.

The throbbing only got more intense as Dew deepthroated his own fingers, tracing them down his body as the instrumental break in the song allowed him to do so.

You tried not to whine as he humped against his guitar, looking straight at you.

Sweet Lucifer...

You almost moaned as the band started their encore, knowing you were just a song away from getting some satisfaction.

As the band bowed and headed off stage, you quickly pushed past all the fans, trying to be polite as best as you could. But man, it was so hard to not shove people out of the way. You needed Dewdrop.

As you entered the green room, the Ghouls were just about to leave. “You better hurry up boys, or else you’re gonna be seeing things you shouldn’t.” Dew smirked.

Swiss gave you and Dew a titillating smile. “I sure wouldn’t mind.” He took a seat on the black leather couch that was placed against the left wall. “Geez, I can smell already.”

“Get out.” Dewdrop growled, showing his sharp teeth to his fellow Ghoul, as he was starting to feel territorial.

Swiss grinned and patted you on the back as he was the last one to exit the room.

“You bitch.” You said as the door finally closed shut.

“Watch your mouth. Naughty girls don’t get to cum, you know.”

You bit your lip, not allowing yourself to make a snarky comment like you usually did during foreplay. Dewdrop hadn’t let you cum in a week, and you felt like you were going to go feral if you weren’t allowed any longer.

Dewdrop raised a brow, stepping closer to you. “Wanna cum so bad that you don’t even talk back, huh?”

“Dewwy, please...” You whined pitifully.

Dewdrop hummed in amusement, the sadism in him wanting to prolong your pleasure much longer, but the desperate look in your eyes made him feel guilty for making you wait for so long.

“Tell me what you want.” Dew said softly.

“Touch me, please.”

Dewdrop brought a hand up to your face, slowly trailing down to your neck, then collarbone. The coldness of his fingers creating pleasant shivers down your spine. You sighed in pleasure when he cupped your breast harshly, kneading the flesh while his other hand kept trailing down to the waistband of your shorts.

Undoing the button and zipper, Dewdrop slid his hand in with ease. You moaned as he started to run his fingers up and down your folds, already slick with anticipation. “Wow...” Dew mused. “You must’ve been suffering out there.”

You nodded rapidly and gripping onto Dew’s bicep, suddenly feeling lightheaded when he slowly started to run lazy circles on your sensitive nub. “Don’t worry, love, your suffering is at an end now.”

Dewdrop removed his hand, only to more easily bring you to the couch. He quickly pulled off your shorts and underwear, not even caring to remove anything else and even his own clothing.

Dewdrop immediately buried his face in your pussy, you letting out a loud gasp as he started licking in between your folds vigorously. “Dew, fuck!” You cried out.

You could’ve sworn you saw stars as his tongue started focusing on your clit, the sensation almost too powerful as you writhed around, Dew having to hold you down as you bucked against his face.

You didn’t even bother to hold in your moans, Dew’s mouth working wonders on you, not that he would let you keep quiet anyway.

Dew never once pulled away from you, to the point you looked down just to see if he was breathing. He was already looking up at you hungrily, his pupils blown wide as he watched you squirm in overwhelming pleasure. The sight alone could’ve tossed you over the edge.

You held onto the couch tightly as Dew inserted two of his fingers inside you, your knuckles turning pale as you moaned his name.

Tears quickly came to your eyes as you felt the pleasure quickly increasing in intensity, the burning feeling that pooled at your core as you were coming closer and closer to that peak you’ve so desperately craved to hit for a week now.

Dew’s mouth and fingers never let up up as your moans started to turn into high pitched squeals, finally, a powerful orgasm hit you with the force of the devil himself.

You cried out loudly, your moans almost sounding like cries as you rode out he burning waves that always left you breathless.

You felt Dew’s hand come up to your face, wiping away the many tears that had fallen down your face due to his talented mouth.

“Feel better now?” He smiled sweetly at your blissed out expression.

“Do you even need to ask?”

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ahahahahahah, I wanted to write “yeeted of the edge” so bad! lmaohahahaha sorry. and god, it was about time to write some smut for my favorite gremlin boy...ugh, i feel awkward ignore this

I had such a lovely dream when I went to sleep today (don’t mind me just being my nocturnal self)

I was back at my college campus, starting a new semester where I could actually attend classes in person and not online. And guess who’s there?

None other than mister Will Poulter himself (but his name was Mark apparently...I love Midsommer too much lol). Also, Eef (Crankgameplays) was also there with Mika (his ex gf who is literally the sweetest). ALL THREE OF THEM WERE SO NICE TO ME! UWU

I love when my brain doesn’t try to kill me in my subconscious like it normally does in my dreams.

Dating Levi - Attack on Titan

Kinda weird assortment (head-canony), but here ya go. I made this like last year when I was obsessed with this man, so I thought I’d post it. Turns into an imagine at the end.

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You love Levi’s smile. You don’t see it often, but it makes your whole life brighter every time he does.

Levi loves your hands. When you joined the Survey Corps, your hands were so soft and smooth. Somehow, they’ve still kept their smoothness and Levi takes every opportunity to hold them.

You love that Levi lets you vent to him. No matter how stupid and petty the thing you’re upset about, he always listens to you.

You love when Levi calls you “brat.” Even if he means it as an insult, you still find it endearing.

You annoy Levi so that he calls you “brat.”

Levi loves that you love cleanliness. You make sure your room/desk/house/etc. is always tidy. But he also loves you can get your hands dirty when you need to.

You and Levi are so similar in the way you always take your job seriously and really care for your team. You two make a deadly combination when it comes to killing Titans.

Levi is not an emotional person, so whenever he comes to you for emotional support and allows himself to be vulnerable with you, you fall in love with him even more.

Levi always worries about you whenever you two have to split up for missions. He knows fully well that you can handle yourself, but that worry is always in the back of his mind and he always thinks of when he lost Farlon and Isabel.

You two always train together. At first, Levi would always kick your ass. Slowly but surely, you learned all his moves and techniques, so it really shocked him when you used his own moves against him and knocked him on his ass one day.

Levi used to go easy on you during training. But since you grew stronger, you two never pull your punches and most of the time the fight ends in a tie.

You love waking up in Levi’s arms.

You always admire his face when he sleeps. He looks peaceful and not angry.

Levi rolls his eyes whenever he wakes up to see you staring at him, but he can never help the small smile and blush that forms on his face.

However, you’re the opposite. You look like you can kill a bitch when you sleep.

You’re the only person that can get Levi flustered. And you always love to do it at the most inappropriate times, mostly when you’re with company.

Levi always makes you pay for flustering him whenever you get back to the privacy of your bedroom.

You both get nightmares, a lot. Most of your nightmares are memories of seeing your family get eaten by Titans, and sometimes Levi. Levi is pretty much the same, but about you and his team and sometimes himself.

When you get a nightmare, you usually wake up in a cold sweat and panic for a few seconds before you realize it was just a dream. You never wake up Levi because you didn’t want him to worry about you. But one night, you had a nightmare so bad that you woke up crying and screaming. Levi immediately woke and comforted you. And from then on, whenever you wake up from a nightmare, screaming or not, Levi always wakes up to make sure you’re okay.

When Levi gets a nightmare, he usually mumbles and whimpers in his sleep and he can’t wake up from the nightmare. Most of the time, it wakes you up. You always make sure to wake him up and assure him it was just a dream. He would nod and pull you into his chest, not letting you go until he falls asleep. Whenever he dreams Farlon and Isabel, he usually cries when he wakes.

You both rarely get into arguments. On those rare occasions, it’s usually about who gets to kill a Titan or who goes on what mission. Those never last more than a few minutes.

At first, Levi hated you. He thought you were annoying and useless. You were only made part of his team because Erwin forced him to take you on. He quickly realized he underestimated you when you killed two Titans without a hitch on your first mission.

Then as time went on, Levi started to hate you again. He hated the way you made him feel. Whenever he’d see you smile or laugh, he’d get a warm fuzzy feeling. He hated it. He didn’t want to care about you so much, but he learned to embrace it.

Your first impression of Levi was that he was kind of a douchebag. You recognized that he was an amazing Titan killer and leader and you respected him, but he was so cold and unnerving to you. When you realized he despised you, you made it your mission to get him to like you. It worked somehow.

You and Levi aren’t very touchy feely, and you both aren’t a fan of PDA. To everyone who didn’t know you, you guys only looked like acquaintances.

Levi is extremely protective of you though. Whenever someone is dumb enough to flirt with you, they end up getting a punch in the nose.

You know Levi is adored by many people, just look at him. How could they not? Many people try to throw themselves at him. You’re not the jealous type, but it does get annoying when it gets in the way of your work.

Levi actually finds it really attractive that you trust him so much that you never get jealous when men and women try to flirt with him. Of course, Levi would never cheat. He finds it more annoying when people flirt with him than you do.

You’re not the type of couple that says “I love you” to each other a lot. But when you do, it’s rare. Actions speak louder than words to you guys.

Surprisingly, Levi was the one who said “I love you” first.

You were with Levi’s team when the female Titan showed up. You tried to save Petra, but the Titan pulled one of your wires on your mobility gear and you crashed hard into a tree.

Before you blacked out, you saw Petra get killed, Eren turn into his Titan form quickly after.

When Levi went back to his team, he saw you laying below the tree you crashed into. His heart almost stopped. You looked dead. He quickly went to your side, and sure enough, you were still breathing...barely.

You woke up after the whole mission was over. You woke up in a bed, and your whole body was aching so bad you wished you didn’t wake up. Levi was also by your bedside, he never left when the group got back. Bunch of broken ribs, concussion, laceration of your right arm, fractured wrist, and a broken leg.

You were extremely lucky.

Levi shakily exhaled a breath of relief when he saw your eyes open. You saw he looked exhausted. “You look like shit.” You said, failing to keep your voice lighthearted.

Levi rolled his eyes when he heard your comment. “You should look in a mirror.”

Levi was so worried about you. He thought he’d have to deal with losing another person he cared about. He couldn’t keep his feelings anymore, too worried you would die not knowing how he felt about you.

“I love you, Y/N. So, so much. I was so scared that you’d die, that you’d leave me. I was scared that you’d die not knowing how I feel. So, I love you brat. I love you.”

The sudden deceleration of his love was a bit overwhelming. You never heard him talk about love, especially not about a person. You knew he cared about you, a lot. But this was the first time he ever expressed it out loud.

With no hesitation or doubt in your voice, you said, “I love you too.”

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🥱

Having Fun While Phrogging - Alec (I See You 2019) 18+

I’m so nervous about this election dude, so I wrote this to help ease my nerves I guess. Warning: Smut at the end

NSFW...DON”T JUDGE ME>

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Phrogging was exhilarating, for obvious reasons. The thrill of breaking into a house at the perfect time, living in someone else’s house right under their nose...the thrill of possibly being caught.

While it was a hobby that keep you on your toes constantly, it was also a way of life for some people. Specially you.

You had been couch hopping for a few months before finding out about phrogging. You instantly fell in love with the idea. It definitely was more appealing than being a burden to some friend’s couch.

It didn’t take you long to get the hang of it. You had a pattern: find a rich person’s house, break in when they weren’t home, and stay for a few days before finding the next house. Pretty simple plan.

You were pretty much homeless, thus the phrogging. Your friend Alec was pretty much the only person that ever invited you to live with him so you didn’t have to couch hop, but again, you didn’t want to be a burden.

Once he heard that you engaged in phrogging, he wanted in. He wanted in so bad, and you had no idea why he’d want to even try the lifestyle.

He hounded you so much, and frankly, it was fucking annoying. So you obliged for once and just let him tag along for the ride. Just once.

But Alec had a condition. You had to laugh. HE had a condition? For fuck’s sake.

Alec wanted to choose the house.

You admitted that you was kinda tried of choosing which houses to temporarily live in. So, you were fine with it.

Alec chose the Harper’s.

To be honest, you hated the Harper’s. They were stuck up, so rich they didn’t know what to do with their money. Spending it all on bullshit, keeping it all to themselves. You never even heard and saw them to anything for charity in their miserable lives. Oh yeah, and the husband gave you the creeps.

You didn’t want to live at the Harper’s, even for a few days. Mostly because you were afraid of trashing the place, and that wasn’t how phrogging worked. But, oh well.

The thrill welled up quickly inside you as you waited for Mrs. Harper’s car to pull out of the driveway.

You and Alec quickly ran to the house, entering through the closing garage door. A pretty clean execution.

“Whoa, we did it!” Alec grinned at you widely.

“Yeah, we did.” You laughed breathlessly. “Well, shall we explore our new home?” You smirked.

You and Alec entered the house out of the garage, it was huge and absolutely gorgeous. “Jesus Christ, these people are fucking loaded.”

“No shit.” Alec sneered.

You walked to the large windows that took up almost half the wall, looking out to the ocean. “Look at the view! That’s so nice.” You awed.

“They don’t deserve this.” Alec mumbled, but you overheard and chuckled.

You and Alec parted ways to explore your temporary home, ascending the stairs to see just how nice the bedrooms probably were.

You furrowed your brows when you saw just how many pictures this family hung on their walls. It was off putting, mostly because your parents never did that kind of thing. Like, ever.

“Hey.”

“Ah!” You yelled, seeing Alec behind you. “You scared me!”

“Not my fault you were staring off into space. Why were you looking at these creepy photos anyways?”

You shrugged, laughing it off nervously. “I don’t know. It’s just odd.”

Alec grinned. “Right?”

The house just seemed to keep going and going, you were sure you’d get lost in a house this big. You went to the right, Alec going off by himself. You climbed yet another set of stairs, entering a bedroom. You chuckled as you saw the bed. It looked like it hadn’t been slept in for years.

You took a look around the room, seeing a little door. You opened it to see a storage/attic area. Perfect...

“Alec! I think I found our room!” You called out, walking down to find Alec already walking up the stairs. “Guest room.” You giggled, throwing yourself on the bed.

As soon as your body made contact, a layer of dust seemed to bounce off. You coughed, then chuckled at the situation. “The sheets are covered in a layer of dust!” You laughed.

“Didn’t you say we had to sleep somewhere out of sight?” Alec asked.

“Oh, yeah!” You stood up from the bed, skipping over the that little door. “At night, we shall sleep in here.” You said in an atrocious fake British accent, and opened the door.

Alec cringed at the accent, but entered the attic anyway. He looked around and sighed. “You gotta be fucking kidding me.”

You grinned. “Nope.” You frowned when you felt your stomach growl, Alec sent a questioning look your way. “Mm, I’m hungry.”

You descending the stairs and made your way to the kitchen without another word. You didn’t bother to look if Alec was following you, your body needed sustenance asap.

After making a bowl of cereal, you went back upstairs but seeing Alec was nowhere to be found. You shrugged it off, as at this time of day, it was safe to walk around without fear of getting caught. You just hoped he wouldn’t break anything.

You sat with your back to the door, eating your food and invested in some magazine that had been laying on the nightstand. You didn’t even notice Alec walking up the stairs.

You screamed when Alec yelled in your ear and shaking your shoulders. You turned and almost screamed again when you saw the creepy ass mask he was wearing. “What the hell is wrong with you?! Stop scaring me!” You whined, trying to slow your heartbeat down.

Alec wore a shit eating grin when he took off the mask, clearly amused by your panic. “Sorry.” He laughed, clearly not sorry. “You were just so distracted and it was the perfect opportunity!”

You rolled your eyes, trying to hide a smile as you would’ve done the same thing if given a chance. “Okay, okay...it was a little funny.”

Alec smiled and poked your cheek. “Right?”

You pushed Alec slightly, trying to hide the rosiness of your cheeks. “Just don’t do it again, okay?”

Alec placed his hand over his heart in fake offence. “I would do no such thing!”

You simply just smiled in response, causing Alec to smile back at you.

For a moment, you and Alec just stayed there, softly smiling at each other. You couldn’t help but glance down at his lips a few times, causing Alec to smirk and lean closer to you. “You know,” Alec started, “I’m sure things will get quite boring staying here all day with nothing to do.”

“Oh, yeah? Well, I heard that only boring people get bored.”

“Oh, so you think I’m boring?” Alec grinned.

“Absolutely.” You teased playfully.

You gasped as Alec pinned you to the bed, him hovering over you. “I’ll just have to fix that, won’t I?”

You tried not to squirm as Alec traced his long slender fingers down your torso, making their way to the hem of your shirt and lifting it up gently. His cold fingers made you shiver, but it was nice. “You’re always so cold.” You giggled.

“Don’t worry, they’ll get warmed up soon.”

Alec leaned down, gently placing his lips on top of yours as he grazed your bra covered breast. You moaned quietly as he squeezed the fatty flesh, caressing your face gently as he continued moving his lips against yours.

You tried to relax, trying not to think about the possibility of getting caught by the owners of the home. But hey, that’s part of the fun right?

You helped Alec remove your shirt, revealing your black bra. You smirked when you saw him lick his lips at the sight of you, making you feel confident about your endowment. You lifted yourself off the bed slightly and unclipped your bra. Alec immediately taking a nipple into his mouth as soon as the under clothing was off.

Alec’s mouth made you sigh in pleasure, making your head spin as he bit you and pulled lightly.

Everything was happening so fast that you didn’t even realize the hand that was traveling down and into your jeans. You gasped as Alec gently rubbed your most sensitive spot, him smirking down at you as you squirmed in pleasure.

“You like that, huh?” He teased, you only gave him a hurried nod. “Sorry, what was that? I didn’t hear you.”

“Yes, Alec! I love it.” You cried out, not wanting him to stop.

Alec leaned down to passionately kiss you again, and you could feel him proudly smirking against you.

You sighed as Alec pushed one of his long fingers inside you, curling his fingers and hitting the right place. You moaned loudly as he pushed in and out of you, rubbing your clit at the same time with his thumb at a vigorous pace.

You gripped his bicep roughly, feeling that you needed to hold on to something as you felt yourself quickly climbing to your peak. “Fuck, Alec-” You whined, involuntarily thrusting up against his hand as the pleasure became insanely intense. “Please, don’t stop.”

Alec smiled softly as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, grasping at his long dirty blonde hair. He watched your face intently, seeing how your eyebrows furrowed together, how you bit your lip harshly, and feeling you cling onto him like you never wanted to let him go.

Alec sped up his pace even faster, making you moan loudly as you felt your climax building and building fast due to his talented fingers.

“Alec, I’m gonna- fuck!” You cried, your eyes tearing up as intense burning heat flowed throughout your entire body. Your legs shaking as the waves of your orgasm hit you in a tidal wave of ecstasy.

Alec pulled his fingers away to not overstimulate you, him bringing up his other hand to push away some of your hair that had gotten in your face.

You goofily smiled up at him, your eyes glazed over from the intensity. You were about to lean up to kiss him, but you both suddenly heard a door slam.

You both jumped up out of the bed, quickly grabbing your discarded clothes and hiding in your designated base. A few minutes later, you finally let out a sigh in relief, thankful you didn’t get caught.

You quickly put your bra and shirt back on, eliciting a whine from Alec. “What?” You grinned.

Alec shrugged and pouted. “I didn’t even get to fuck you.”

You smiled bashfully. “Don’t worry, we have all the time in the world.”

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Tbh I felt like I had to add a GIF cause some people might confuse this Alec with another Alec from Shadowhunters (?? never saw the show so) I don’t know if I’ll add GIFs to future posts tho, maybe I will

Jealousy - Tate Langdon

For the sweet Anon who requested this 😊

Hope you enjoy

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Ever since dying in the godforsaken house, you had no choice but to stay there forever.

Except on Halloween.

To be fair, it wasn’t all that bad. Your best friend, Tate, definitely kept you company ever since you died. He was understanding about your feelings of loneliness and hatred towards the house. You may have even developed a slight crush on him, but you tried to ignore it for the sake of your friendship.

Since it was the only day you got to be somewhat free, you loved to make the most of your time out of the house.

Usually you’d go to some college party, have some random hookup, go cliff diving, and just doing basically anything outside of the supposed Murder House.

You usually went alone, all the other ghosts of the house going their separate ways until midnight. But this time, Tate wanted to go with you. It was fine with you, as long as he didn’t get in the way of your fun.

You and Tate walked up and down the streets of some rich neighbourhood, checking out to see if any parties were going on. “I don’t see why we have to find a party. Can’t we just like, scare some trick-or-treaters?” Tate complained.

You snorted. “I don’t wanna be anywhere near some stupid snotty kids. I actually wanna have some fun.”

“And going to some frat party is fun to you?”

“Not the party, per say. More like al the hot people that will be there.”

Tate rolled his eyes, placing his hands in his pockets as he continued following after you. “Why can’t we hang out, just the two of us?”

“We already hang out, Tate.” You chuckled. “That’s literally all we do.”

“Are you saying you don’t like hanging out with me?” Tate frowned.

“No, Tate.” You whined. “I just hate being cooped up in the house all day everyday. It’s depressing as all hell.”

“Even with me there?”

“Oh, yeah. Especially with you there.” You smiled, causing Tate to let out a little giggle, knowing fully well that you were just joking.

Your feet carried you to a large house, bass so loud that you felt the vibrations underneath your feet, and lights bursting out of the windows that you could see a mile away.

Perfect.

Tate watched as you bounded up the stairs that led to the party house, sighing. He just wanted to hang out with you, do something fun outside the house. Not go to some party full of obnoxious drunk college teens that only worried about themselves, he’d probably love killing all of them.

But he chose to suck it up and keep his hand off his mental murder button and followed you inside.

A waft of booze and dope filled Tate’s nostrils, MC Hammer’s one hit wonder blaring through the speakers. Tate wanted death, almost forgetting he was already dead. He just really didn’t want to be there. Seeing your eyes light up when you took your first chug of beer made him smile at least.

Tate rolled his eyes and sipping at his cheap beer whenever any drunk girl tried to flirt with him. He kept his eyes on you, dancing with some Rolling Stones reject. He felt his hand at his side ball up tightly, not liking the way you smiled whenever the dude would whisper something in your ear.

All Tate wanted to dude was slit that guy’s throat and take you away from this place, keep you all to himself.

“Come on.” The tipsy brunette next to Tate whined. “I’m legal, baby, I promise.” She tried to flirt.

“Fuck off.” He snapped, making the girl flip him the bird and walked off to find an easier hookup.

Tate chugged the rest of his beer and threw the now empty solo cup to the floor. He scowled when he saw the dude pawing at your hips.

That was fuckin’ it.

Tate pushed through the decently sized crowd in the dance floor and grabbed your hand and tried pulling you away, but the dude stopped him. “Hey, what the hell, man? Get your own girl!” The dude yelled at Tate, his breath smelling of pot.

Tate kept his face calm, breathing heavily as to not lose his temper. He turned to you, “Y/N, this dude is such a loser. Don’t even waste your time.”

“Hey, she’s digging me, man.” The dude voiced obnoxiously, weakly pushing Tate.

“Back off.” Tate threatened.

“What’re you gonna do about it, pussy?”

You rolled your eyes, your hookup being ruined. “Tate, let’s just go.”

Tate had enough when the dude pushed him harder, causing him to stumble back slightly. He pulled back his balled up fist and collided it with the dude’s cheek, making you gasp. “Tate!” You scolded.

“Get a fuckin’ grip.” Tate spat at the now fallen dude. He turned back to you and grabbed your wrist. “Let’s get out of here.” He pulled you to the exit.

“Tate, what the hell was that?” You voiced loudly, pulling away from his grip once you were outside the building.

“The guy was pawing at you.”

“So?! I was consenting to it, man!”

Tate rolled his eyes. “You couldn’t done a lot better than that hippie, have some fuckin’ respect for yourself.”

“Oh, like you have respect for yourself, Mr. School Shooter?” You retorted, making Tate glare at you.

“Low blow. You know how much I hate myself for that.” He sighed, motioning to sit down on the steps leading up to the house.

You frowned, carefully sitting next to him. “I’m sorry...”

“Yeah...me too.”

You picked at your shoelaces, avoiding Tate’s gaze. “Why did you do that anyway? You know I like to have fun on Halloween.”

Tate sighed. “I know...I just got so angry seeing you with that tool.”

“Why?” 

Tate pouted. “Cause I wanted it to be me...”

You could’ve sworn that your heart skipped a beat, and you smiled softly. You gently placed your hand in his, squeezing lightly. “I’ll honest...I wanted it to be you too.” You chuckled softly.

Tate looked to you in shock, a blush rising to his cheeks as he grinned. “Really?”

You slowly leaned in, placing a tender hand on the back of Tate’s neck, gently pulling him forward, placing your lips on top his. “Really, really.” You giggled as you pulled away.

“Wow...I really wished I would’ve told you sooner.” He chuckled breathlessly.

“Well, now we have all the time in the world.”

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Unus Annus

As the channel comes to an end, I just wanna write down some final thoughts...

From the first video about cooking a breakfast with sex toys, I knew this channel was gonna be special...in many ways. I can proudly say that I watched every single video from the very start with care. I loved and will cherish all of them in my memory...yes, even the pee videos.

Moving on...

I’ve had so much fun on this year long journey. Many of the videos made me laugh so hard I cried. Actual tears going down my face. I loved every second of of Mark and Ethan’s goofs and gaffs, and especially all the heartfelt moments.

I can’t say I have a favorite video, but the first video will always have a special place in my heart. But, I will share a couple of my favorite screenshots that always gives me the fuckin' giggles...

...it's just something about the HeeHoo face...

Thankfully, I bought a few merch items from the store so I can have them to remember the channel by. Though, in terms of the five stages of grief, I'm still in the depression phase and I have a feeling it'll be a long road towards acceptance. I'm sad, but I'm still so happy I got to be a part of this funny community for a whole year.

Memento Mori.

Unus Annus.