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[angelshavepinkha1r]

My Masterlist <3

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HOLLIS :

PATHETIC — NSFW

chapter 1.

chapter 2.

chapter 3.

chapter 4.

chapter 5.

chapter 6.

chapter 7.

chapter 8.

RIGHT BEHIND YOUR EYES — (new!)

teaser.

chapter 1.

chapter 2.

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DEVILS KISS. NSFW

KEEP TALKING. NSFW

ROMAN :

COKE LINES. NSFW

RYAN :

OPEN YOUR MOUTH. NSFW

[2liifeconfessions]

Everyone is blaming that girl like she isn’t being actively groomed and so many people are just ignoring it? Shaun has been a weirdo, he literally dated 2 other 15 year olds and cheated on one. This isn’t even half of the shit he has done.

#92

[angelshavepinkha1r]

this the bitch you defending u must agree with her!!! nasty and ugly hoes flock together

I done seen this

[angelshavepinkha1r]

waut what did the tumblr elutes do

they tell minors to kill themselves all the time and sometimes was even starting shit with others. when I said smth abt shaun being a weirdo they all agreed with me but now they wanna act as if they so nice & like they have standards & morals. they are not good ppl like they try to make it seem. they all whored out, junkies, & alcoholics who constantly talk abt it & brag abt it

the only innocent one in the gc was eden

^^^ this is from an anon person

my side of the story is that they think they're so privileged cus they got a dumbass gc, they think they somehow own boyliife tumblr when all of em are just sad and need to get a job!! they hate on minors PLUS ALSO A MEMBER IS A PEDOPHILE!! grown woman flirting w me WHILE KNOWING im a 16 yr old is fkn crazy imo

im not coming on here to start no shit im coming on here to bring awareness that they're js sad little bitches who like to hate on ppl for fun and start drama all the time cus they think they're so high up when they js grown women who need a job ✌️

[angelshavepinkha1r]

fuck the tumblr elites

fuck boyliife tumblr

fuck the bitches who stir shit up for no reason

fuck the bitches beefing w innocent people

did I mention fuck the tumblr elites

fuck the ppl hating on boyliifes gfs

fuck everyone except the genuine nice people on here

[angelshavepinkha1r]

reasons why I rarely post:

I just opened this app and first thing to pop up is a fic of hollis w a piss kink.

don't come up on my feed again.

[angelshavepinkha1r]

pathetic

Hollis x Reader <2 chapter 8

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You're in a fwb relationship with hollis, you're in love with him, but he doesn't reciprocate the feelings...or does he?

wk: 2.2k

e/n: ITS BEEN 4 MONTHS I KNOW. And yes i know i said i was giving up on this story but i still got ppl in my asks and dms threatening me if i dont make a new chapter so i brainstormed for like a week on how i could do this...btw this isnt the last chapter..wink wink

Taglist : @222foryou222 @watercolorskyy @pvdulmol @s7nburn @luckyyou1203

(half the people on taglist deleted their accs so i lost em all..)

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"You gonna eat those fries or just stare at them like they owe you money?" Hollis reached across the diner booth, swiping a crispy wedge from my plate before I could smack his hand away. He grinned, that infuriating, camera-ready grin that had launched a thousand magazine covers, and popped it into his mouth.

it had been 3 years since the miscarriage. I still miss my protentional baby every day. Today it was actually the anniversary of the day i had found out about my loss.

The fry hovered near my lips, cold now, the grease congealing in a way that made my stomach turn. Three years today. Three years since the doctor’s office, the silence, the way Hollis had stared at the ultrasound machine like it had personally betrayed him. I set the fry down. "You remember what today is?"

Hollis's fingers twitched toward my wrist, his thumb brushing over the thin silver bracelet I always wore, the one he'd given me after the hospital. "Of course I do, sweetheart." His voice dropped to that private octave, the one that never made it into his songs. "But every single day this comes round each year, you can't be miserable."

Hollis leaned back against the cracked vinyl seat, sunlight from the diner windows cutting across the sharp angles of his face. He'd always looked like trouble, not the kind that screamed from tabloid headlines, but the quiet, dangerous sort that slipped under your skin when you weren't looking. "You think I don't know what today does to you?" he said, swirling his straw in his soda. "Every year, you get that look. Like you're standing at the edge of something and can't decide whether to jump."

"I know… I'm sorry…" I whispered, my fingers twisting the bracelet around my wrist. The metal was warm from my skin, smooth in a way that felt like forgiveness. Hollis didn't sigh, didn't roll his eyes, just slid out of the booth in one fluid motion and tossed a crumpled fifty onto the table.

"It's okay, come on, follow me." Hollis's voice was low, the kind of tone that didn't leave room for argument but wasn't unkind, just certain, like he already knew I'd obey. He didn't wait for me to agree, just turned and walked toward the diner's door, his boots scuffing against the linoleum in a rhythm I could've mapped in my sleep. I followed, because I always did, even when I didn't want to. Especially then.

Hollis's fingers wrapped around mine as he tugged me toward his car, an obnoxiously sleek black thing that looked like it belonged on a movie set rather than a dusty diner parking lot. His grip was firm but not tight, the way you'd hold something precious but not fragile. The setting sun glinted off the polished door handle as he popped it open with his free hand, never letting go. "Get in," he said, but it wasn't an order. It was the same tone he used when he'd whisper breathe against my neck during the bad nights, when the walls of our apartment felt like they were closing in.

The engine purred to life beneath us, a low growl that vibrated through the leather seats. Hollis didn’t turn on the radio. He never did when it was just us, like the silence between us was its own kind of music, something too intimate to interrupt. His fingers tapped the steering wheel, not to any beat I could hear, just the restless rhythm of his thoughts. The diner shrank in the rearview mirror, swallowed by the sprawl of the town we’d both outgrown in different ways.

The tires crunched over gravel as Hollis pulled onto the overlook, that same jagged slice of mountain road where the pines leaned away from the wind and the whole valley sprawled beneath you. He killed the engine but left the headlights on, cutting two bright swaths through the gathering dusk. I knew this place, the way the passenger seat leather had creased under my nails that first time, how his laugh had sounded against my collarbone when I’d called him an arrogant asshole mid-thrust.

Hollis’s hands stilled on the steering wheel, his knuckles pale under the dashboard lights. He didn’t look at me, not yet, just stared out at the valley below, where the town’s lights flickered like distant stars. "It’s okay to feel this way, you know," he said, voice rough as gravel. "I may not feel as shitty as you do when this date comes around, but…" His throat worked. "They were my baby too. And that means the whole world to me. One of your own, y’know?" He finally turned, his eyes dark and unguarded in a way they never were onstage. "I never really dreamt of having a family. But when it comes to you? I want everything I can have."

The words tore out of me like a dam breaking. "I dream about them," I said, my voice cracking on the last syllable. Hollis didn't move, didn't interrupt, just let me unravel in the dim glow of the dashboard lights. "Not just today. All the time. I dream they're a toddler now, running through grass with those stupid little shoes that light up when they stomp. And I—" My fingers clawed at the bracelet, the metal biting into my skin. "I wake up and for half a second, I forget. Then I remember, and it's like losing them all over again."

Hollis's hand moved from the steering wheel to my knee, his fingers pressing into the denim like he was trying to anchor me to the present. "You don't have to know what to feel," he said, his thumb tracing idle circles through the fabric. "But i can help you…"

I looked at him, really looked, as his fingers found the top button of my jeans. His touch was practiced, effortless, the way he could undo anything with one hand while the other kept me steady against the seat. The denim gave way easily, his knuckles brushing the dip of my hipbone, and for a heartbeat I wondered if he remembered the first time he’d done this, years ago right in this spot, when we were both too young to know our future.

The button popped open with a quiet snick, the sound impossibly loud. Hollis’s fingers didn’t rush, they never did, just traced the exposed skin beneath my waistband with the same deliberate slowness he used when tuning a guitar backstage, like he was testing the tension of something vital. His thumb hooked into the denim, tugging it down.

I whimpered slightly, my breath hitching as his fingers moved with purpose. "Mh… Hollis…" His name came out strangled, caught somewhere between a plea and surrender. He looked up at me then, eyes dark and steady beneath the dashboard's faint glow, and for a second, I saw that same intensity he reserved for the rare moments when the stage lights died and the world shrank to just us. His fingers traced lower, slipping beneath the waistband of my panties with an ease that spoke of years of knowing my body better than I did some days.

Hollis’s fingers moved in slow, deliberate circles, the pad of his thumb dragging over my clit with just enough pressure to make my thighs tense. "Mhmm… lemme hear you, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice low and rough like gravel under tires. "You’re so beautiful." The words curled around me, warm and familiar, the same way his hands were, knowing exactly where to press, where to linger, where to pull back just enough to make me chase the sensation.

"Fuck, Hollis—" The words tore from my throat as his fingers slid inside of me, curling just right, the heel of his palm pressing against me in a way that made my hips jerk off the seat. The leather creaked under me, the scent of it mixing with his cologne and the pine sap bleeding through the cracked windows. His free hand clamped over my thigh, holding me down as my back arched. "I know, baby," he murmured, his breath hot against my ear. "I know."

Hollis’s fingers curled faster, hitting that spot inside me that sent sparks shooting up my spine. His breath hitched when I clenched around him, his lips brushing the shell of my ear as he murmured, "Let me make you feel alright, baby." His voice was wrecked, the way it got when he’d been singing too long, raw and honey-thick. I moaned, the sound swallowed by the press of his mouth against my temple, his free hand tightening on my thigh to keep me from squirming away. "Mhm… there we go," he breathed, fingers working me open with a rhythm that had my hips rolling against his palm. "That’s my good girl."

His fingers didn't slow when my breathing turned ragged, when my thighs trembled against the leather seat. Hollis knew, he had always known the exact moment before I came. His free hand snapped up, fingers tangling in my hair as he wrenched my face toward his. "Look at me doll," he demanded.

My vision blurred at the edges as I shattered against his fingers, Hollis’s name tearing from my throat like a prayer. "Hollis—!" The sound was ragged, half-muffled by the way his other hand still gripped my hair, keeping my face turned toward his. And for a moment I thought I saw something like reverence in his gaze, the same look he got when he nailed a high note live, sweat dripping down his temple, chest heaving.

"Mmh… there we go," Hollis murmured, pulling his fingers free with a slick sound that sent heat crawling up my neck. He raised them to his lips, sucking them clean with a slow drag of his tongue, his eyes locked on mine the whole time. The sight shouldn’t have wrecked me as much as it did, not after all these years, but something about the way his lips curled around his own fingers, the way his throat worked as he swallowed, made my pulse stutter. He smirked, wiping the back of his hand across his mouth. "Still taste like how you did in the backseat of this car, right here 3 years ago," he said, voice rough. "Sweet."

I raised my eyebrows, the leather seat creaking beneath me as I shifted. "You actually remember that?" My voice came out huskier than I intended, still thrumming with the aftershocks of pleasure.

Hollis’s smirk softened into something private, the kind of expression he never let photographers catch. His fingers, still glistening faintly, traced the line of my jaw with deliberate slowness. "Like it was yesterday," he murmured. "You bit my shoulder so hard I had to lie to my stylist about where the bruise came from." His thumb brushed the corner of my mouth.

Hollis’s thumb lingered at the corner of my mouth, calloused and warm, and for a wild second I thought he might press it inside, make me taste myself on his skin. Instead, he traced the shape of my lips like he was memorizing them all over again. "I’ll never forget our first time," he said, voice dropping into that rasp that used to make teenage girls scream but now existed solely for moments like this, raw and unpolished. "You wore that stupid fucking dress. The one with the buttons down the front that took me ten minutes to undo because my hands were shaking so bad."

The smile tugged at my lips before I could stop it, small and private, the kind that didn't make it into the candid paparazzi shots. Hollis saw it anyway, he always did, and something in his expression shifted, that rare, unguarded flicker before the smirk slid back into place. He popped his door open without another word, the mountain air rushing in as he stepped out, boots crunching over gravel.

I fumbled with the button of my jeans, my fingers still trembling slightly from earlier, the denim warm from where Hollis's hands had been. The leather seat creaked as I shifted, the scent of it mingling with pine sap and something faintly metallic, the car, the mountain, him. By the time I got the button fastened, Hollis was already at my door, swinging it open with that practiced ease, one hand braced against the roof like he'd done this a thousand times before. Because he had.

Hollis’s fingers tangled with mine as he pulled me from the car, the gravel crunching beneath our shoes in uneven sync. His grip was firm, the kind that said I’ve got you without words. The mountain air was sharp with pine and the faint tang of gasoline from the valley below, where the town’s lights flickered like scattered fireflies. He didn’t stop until we were at the very edge, where the ground dropped away into nothingness and the wind tugged at our clothes like impatient hands.

The birdsong was distant, interrupted only by the occasional honk from the highway snaking through the valley, someone late for dinner, maybe, or a trucker signaling a lane change. Hollis’s arm slid around my waist, his palm pressing warm against my hipbone through the denim. “I really do love you, y’know?” he said, voice low enough that the wind nearly stole it. His thumb traced idle circles against my side. “And I know that when it’s the right time for us, you’ll be a great mother.”

[angelshavepinkha1r]

mama i miss pathetic 😢

its okay mama i miss writing it 😔

[misssmelancholy]

"Minors dni" then why did YOU follow ME???

[pastfixated]

IMPORTANT - PLEASE READ

LET’S TALK ABOUT @DIVINELYPROTECTEDGIRL.

okay so - 2 things. 1, im so sorry for my inactivity. im almost finished with uni for summer, im just trying to lock in and get thru the final push. then ill start updating regularly again - as always, thank you for your patience.

and secondly, there’s something serious I want to address, that I have taken time to mull over and think about what/how im going to say it.

most of you on here probably knew of @/divinelyprotectedgirl, maybe you even read some of her fics.

kate aka divinelyprotectedgirl has been exposed as a predator that lurked within the 2tumblr community for months, until she was driven off the platform entirely.

I joined 2tumblr in around November/December of last year.

truthfully at that point I knew little about tumblr itself, boyliife and hollis compared to now - i had made only a few connections with other authors as I had just started putting out fanfiction and my viewership was way smaller compared to now.

kate was one of my earliest supporters. I thought she was a friend; commenting, reblogging, sending me messages of praise, even offering ideas for my upcoming fics.

all the while I was entirely oblivious to her concerning and predatory behaviour towards others on the platform - some of whom were as young as 15/16 (she’s 24/25 btw) entirely oblivious to the smaller signs she was beginning to show towards me as we built our friendship.

kate also had quite a significant impact on 2tumblr with her fics - with a loyal bunch of equally as oblivious followers including myself as I truly thought she was an excellent writer, but everyone’s adoration for her blurred out the posts with substantial evidence calling out her behaviour.

I never saw any of those posts until I found out in around February of this year.

I was invited to a group chat with kate and another mutual friend who I will not name. by February my account had gained enormous traction, and I was constantly churning out fics and being active/online 24/7.

before everything, I looked up to kate.

she’d been on 2tumblr longer than I had, and her writing inspired me - she felt like a mentor to me in some ways. so when I got invited to join this intimate group chat with these great authors, I didn’t hesitate.

at first everything was fine. we all complimented each other, proofread each others writing, gave concept suggestions - all that stuff you do when you interact with writer friends in the same fanbases as you.

roughly two weeks in to this group chat; slightly unnerving behaviour came from Kate’s end - a woman shy of 7 years my senior.

she’d begin to tell me she loved me constantly - saying she missed me multiple times a day, every time I’d go offline to study during the daytime.

it almost felt like being texted by a suffocating ex or a situationship, when I hardly knew kate outside of an online friend.

I thought it was strange, but I ignored it - wanting to give her the benefit of the doubt. but this behaviour occurred almost daily after a week of conversing in an Instagram group chat; nothing more.

it was around three weeks in when she’d begin voice messaging me discussing emotional and personal matters.

kate at this time, had introduced me to her “close friend” ket.

ket has an entire page dedicated to evidence proving Kate’s predatory behaviour, which I will mention at the end of this post for anyone who wants to see.

upon meeting ket, our mutual friend and kate began to frequently deactivate and reactivate their accounts days later - and kate began to send me voice notes.

in these voice notes, she admitted that her relationship with ket was rocky, and that they both went thru phases of mistreating each other only to crawl back to each other later on.

the way kate spoke about her dynamic with ket elicited sympathy out of me - who knew nothing beyond kate’s perspective that she was feeding me (i am not close with ket myself, and wouldn’t know his side of the story until much later).

I would, as a friend should, offer comfort and advice to kate.

she’d send me tons of voice notes ranting and ranting about heavy topics and sharing very personal information about her and ket - then would hurriedly apologise for trauma dumping.

again, after pretty much less than a month of knowing kate and knowing little about her outside of her writing I was a little weirded out, but I chose to support her since she seemed to genuinely need the outlet.

it was only when it escalated to her saying that she could only give me the entire uncensored rundown if I blocked ket on everything that I began to distance myself from her strangeness.

so I did.

kate had fed me so many lies about ket and had deliberately left out significant context in what she’d told me as well as watering down everything so that I wouldn’t get the entire picture, just the surface level stuff.

kate, despite admitting to being in the wrong at times during her and ket’s relationship (that started when he was 18 and she was 24 btw),

she also pinned a lot of shit on him, painting him out to be the reason why her mental state was deteriorating - eliciting more sympathy and support from me, who’d yet to hear ket’s side of anything.

in these messages she also admitted to slut shaming our mutual friend, and making mildly concerning statements such as believing that her and 2hollis were spiritually connected in a way.

unrelated, but I think it adds perspective into how her mental state was.

kate had gaslit me into believing that she was essentially trapped in a friendship with a bipolar, twisted addict and I wanted to help her get out - as any friend would want.

I was on Kate’s side, as her side was all I knew. then ket messaged me, calling me out for blocking him - I was studying, and quite frankly didn’t want to be tied into drama and didn’t know why he was so furious at me for taking Kate’s side (I know know obviously),

so I deleted the messages and deactivated my Instagram account that was in the group chat with kate, ket, and our mutual friend to avoid getting involved.

I told kate and our mutual friend that I’d done this to focus on school and my own wellbeing, which was true.

a few days after doing this, our mutual friend sent me a message telling me that themself and kate had had an argument, and they weren’t speaking.

turns out it was to do with kate’s treatment towards our mutual friend - lashing out in animosity over them and ket getting closer, and kate, a 24/25 year old grown woman may I remind you all, not liking that.

- essentially wanting to keep ket to herself, even telling him privately that she didn’t like me becoming friends with him either, that I was “weird”, when she introduced me to him in the first place.

after blocking ket and deleting his confrontational messages on his tumblr account, I still was confused and didn’t know the entire picture yet.

then I came across ket’s other tumblr account - the one i will mention with all of the proof - coincidentally on my tumblr suggested feed.

this was sort of when everything clicked for me - all the red flags and strange exhibits of behaviour from kate, and I felt so stupid for not catching on, for not knowing anything.

these allegations, which I won’t go into detail to - ket’s account goes into more detail as he has experienced most of these events firsthand - include kate sexting with minors, speaking provocatively to both ket and 2tumblr groupchats containing minors, and admitting to grooming ket, all the while wallowing in self-pity.

safe to say I was beyond disgusted, and logged back in to my deactivated account - greeted by a message from kate saying she will miss me and loves me - and blocked her. same to her account on tumblr.

me and our mutual friend reconnected shortly after, where they also gave me their side of the story - finally damning kate and my friendship with her.

if you take a moment to look - to search her username on tumblr, you’ll find multiple posts from multiple users calling her out on her predatory behaviour.

none of which have gained enough attention in my opinion - as I didn’t know of these blogs myself - hence why I think it’s important that I also speak out.

if you’ve gotten this far, thank you so much for reading.

it’s truly disgusting and shocking to realise and experience firsthand the evil kinds of people that lurk in plain sight amongst these fanbases preying on younger, more impressionable people, let alone finding out that one of these people was someone you thought you were friends with.

it’s also hard to realise that if I hadn’t been made aware of kate’s true colours when I did, she could’ve potentially preyed on myself as she did ket - despite me being an adult, she was 25. she knew, I did not.

the grooming signs were there. grooming can happen to anyone regardless of age.

I was being toyed with, and I was oblivious myself - and the betrayal is sickening, realising that you had unknowingly let someone of this nature in.

hence why this took so long to conjure up - lots of thoughts and emotions. processing. figuring out.

there’s a high chance also that kate and her friends will somehow see this and contact me -

despite being driven out by her victims, I wouldn’t be surprised if she were still here watching and reading.

but spreading awareness about her overtakes my anxiety towards potentially hearing from her again, the risk is worth taking.

please be safe on the internet. you never know who you’re talking to; truly.

please, if you have a second, look into these evidence blogs.

it’s important that everyone on 2tumblr knows the truth about divinelyprotectedgirl, as I know many of us admired her and her fics in the past - and she somehow managed to delete her account and remove herself from here in silence.

ok, the end. sorry it’s so lengthly, but I didn’t want to miss anything out.

this is the account: @abcketamine

[angelshavepinkha1r]

this is fucking INSANE!! kate was one of my first few supporters.. I cant believe thats how she was in reality, im so glad ive never told anyone my age on this app to save me from being groomed this is fucked up

[angelshavepinkha1r]

sorry for not uploading any fic content recently :( ive been up to my ass in revision for these dumbass exams I have in the next 2 weeks 🫩 but ill still try to upload!! love you guys 🫶

[angelshavepinkha1r]

leaving your hobby for ur bf that already cheated on u. bird activity

Right, to start with, I wrote smut fan fiction about celebrities. When I got back with him I realised I wouldn’t be comfortable if my boyfriend was doing the same thing about other women, so I stepped back from it. I didn’t stop writing entirely, I just stopped creating things meant to satisfy other people’s fantasies.

What happened in my relationship has nothing to do with my online presence. You don’t know me, and you don’t know the situation between me and my ex, so don’t involve yourself in my personal life when you have no real understanding of it. Yes, he cheated on me in the past, and yet you’re choosing to come at the person who was actually hurt. Hiding behind anonymity to send messages like that says more about you than it does about me.

[angelshavepinkha1r]

why aren't u in the tumblr elites dude

idk noone ever asked so I never rlly bothered with it :p

[angelshavepinkha1r]

opinions on the people who hate boylifes gfs

stupid imbeciles who need to get a live

[angelshavepinkha1r]

whats ur favourite song from the star album?

burn or cope !!

[angelshavepinkha1r]

whats ur favourite pic of 2?

licking my screen..

[angelshavepinkha1r]

when r u releasing more music :(

its in the works im js so uncreative lately 🙏