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𝙸 𝚆𝙸𝙻𝙻 𝙵𝙰𝙲𝙴 𝙶𝙾𝙳 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚆𝙰𝙻𝙺 𝙱𝙰𝙲𝙺𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙳𝚂 𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙾 𝙷𝙴𝙻𝙻

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-𝐈 𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐘𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅, 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐃𝐎𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐀 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐇. 𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐈'𝐌 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐓 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑. 𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐒. -𝐈𝐅 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐓, 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐈'𝐃 𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍?

ɪɴᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅᴇɴᴛ ᴘᴏʀᴛʀᴀʏᴀʟ ᴏꜰ 𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇. ꜰʀᴏᴍ ꜱᴛᴇᴘʜᴇɴ ᴋɪɴɢ'ꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴡᴀʟᴋ ꜰɪʟᴍ ᴀᴅᴀᴘᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ. ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ɪɴꜱᴘɪʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴏᴋ.

𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚓. 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢/𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖, +𝟸𝟻, 𝚎𝚜𝚝. 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 @hawkinshellraiser + @autopsified

carrd + tag nav + memes + promo

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barky dynamics

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mapplethorpe can't help but snicker whenever gary gives his chest a gentle shove, wrinkling his nose. he does sound like him a bit but mapplethorpe would deny that he isn't that whiny. ( actually, i think you're worse, you little fuck. ) he'll shake his head, biting back a grin. "i'll never get lost. not with the tight leash you keep me on," it's a joke but it's pretty well known that gary was incredibly overprotective over mapplethorpe. which is hard to imagine if you didn't know them if you saw how small gary looked trying to curl up in mapplethorpe's lap. ( gary is resembling a bit like a great dane trying to be a lapdog. )

he'll make a little surprised hum against gary's lips as he desperately kisses him back. ( it's always like the first time and it makes mapplethorpe melt without fail. ) he can't help but let out a quiet moan into gary's mouth as he tightly grasps at his curls, keeping his head from moving. ( he always loved how gary could get a little forceful when he was desperate. like he not only wants him but he needs him. ) he's sure anyone who walks by the steps leading to the grim reaper coaster was sick of their shit. always acting like only the two of them exist in the park. ( playing fucking tonsil hockey. ) he's let out a little gasp whenever unnecessary oxygen breathes back into dead lungs. "i prommy, gazza. they'd have to kill me again to get me to stop loving you and even then, i wouldn't stop."

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Mapplethorpe is always more than happy to provide whenever Gary gets like this. Insecure, paranoid, jealous- needy. It takes a lot to be touchier than Mapplethorpe, even though Gary isn't usually far behind. But it's a good thing that neither of them have any of the typical bodily functions anymore, since when Gary gets like this he'd be pleading to go into the bathroom with Mapplethorpe. A reminder that, while Gary loves where following Mapplethorpe's lead takes them, he is just as intense. Perhaps more so, in some ways.

Gary settles into Mapplethorpe's lap a little bit more, his arms draped over Mapplethorpe's shoulders and playing with the ends of his hair. He's calmed enough that he can actually hear Mapplethorpe's words, can actually allow himself to believe him. Gary presses a kiss onto his lips, on his cheek, before he presses his face into Mapplethorpe's neck, his arms moving to wrap around his waist instead. Never satisfied, always wanting to get closer. "I love you so much," he murmurs, definitely sounding a little calmer. "The only one who's ever loved me like you 's Jenny, but that's still different. I never had somethin' like this... 'm just scared of losing it, y'know?"

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[lcveblossomed]

@loudbark--deepbite asked: [ soothe ] sender kisses receiver to stop them from shaking

Surviving the Long Walk had been hard. Walking alongside 49 other people knowing only two of them would get to survive. He'd tried so hard to ignore them all in favor of his goal, helping his family. They needed the money more than he needed friendship and company on the walk. So he'd powered on thinking he had it all figured out.

In the end he'd become entangled with Gary. Gary who was a prick and didn't deserve friends yet they'd talked and cared. The bond of being the last two standing had brought them to this. A quiet house where they lived as friends. Friends who shared a bed. Friends who looked after each other but to the public, friends.

Collie had another nightmare. He'd tried to stop sleeping as much because he hates the nightmares. Had woken up shaking and crying thinking of Pete McVries. He'd tried to mumble out an explanation, but he didn't get far. Instead, he's met with tenderness a kiss and gentle hands. He feels more tears fall. "I can't keep doing this, Gary. I'm tired. I'm so tired." He whispers before holding onto him a bit tighter.

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For as much as Gary had gained a reputation on the walk, and long before it, for being selfish, his plans with his winnings were just about the same. To get his Meemaw's entire property fixed up exactly as she wanted it, get Jenny a car, pay off his mothers debt. He really doesn't have any ideas of what he'd even spend any kind of sum of money on himself. He didn't even show up to the walk in the first place with a wish picked out. He had a list long enough to count on two hands, and he figured he'd have plenty of time to narrow it down to just one.

Gary pulls him close, holding Collie tight against his chest, and rocking them both a little bit. Running his hand through Collie's hair, murmurs in his ear, presses kisses across his face. Anything he can think of to try and help something that is so much bigger and terrible he could ever dream of combating. He would know. He's the only one that truly understands. Not even winners of the walk from previous years, every year is different.

"Don't say that," Gary whines softly, his voice a little thick with unshed tears, and muffled while he tucks his face into Collie's neck. "I need you. I don't know what I'd do without you. I don't know what I'd be without you." And maybe that’s not fair of Gary to ask, but god he fucking means it. He sniffles a bit and picks his head up, brushing his fingertips over Collie's features. "What can I do? Tell me what I can do to help you, I'll fuckin' do it, baby."

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back on my bullshit, and yall can thank @storyfm

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crossover dynamics inspo below cut

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it's both endearing and confusing the sound that bursts out of the blonde, and ilya can't help it, his own face splitting into a grin that is uncharacteristic for himself. "you love it? here? in boston?" he questioned, laughing softly, "maybe i misjudge you. you are old lady." he teases, taking another sip of his beer before setting it down on the bar top half finished, he's done now - it won't be touched again for the rest of the night.

"yes. is exciting, because i am the best." and it's almost sad how much truth comes in that statement. he enjoys hockey because he's good at it, and if there ever came a time when that changed, hockey would be just as meaningless as everything else in his life was. he was there to win. to be the best. it was all that mattered. it was the important thing. all the rest that came with it was circumstantial, though there were perks to being exceptional in this field. the acclaim, the attention, the money.

he is surprised though, to hear that gary doesn't know anything about sports, it was his impression that sports was about the only thing americans did know about, besides in-fighting and processed foods. "if you don't do sports, what do you do? are you an artist?" what else could he be if not an athelete, it was beyond ilya, but his curiousity was lighting up now, raising a brow as he appraised gary once more.

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Gary just giggles a little bit when Ilya grins down at him like that, and even more when he speaks. When he moves his hand to his mouth it's to try and cover it, since Gary's a bit embarrassed by his dorky sounding and looking laugh, but ends up pressing his finger against his lips like he's about to 'shush.' "Don't tell anyone; it's a secret."

"Are you?" Gary asks with a raised eyebrow. Certainly closer to impressed than suspicious- but he just simply doesn't know. He doesn't even know what perameters would determine the best as far as hockey. It's ice hockey, right? Is regular hockey a thing? Like, professionally? Good thing Gary's tipsy, or else he'd be feeling like a fucking idiot. "What are you doin' talkin' to me for, then?"

Well, no, Gary wouldn't say that he is. He feels that there's a clear difference between an artist and someone who does art, and he is confident and comfortable in the latter category. But, for brevity's sake, Gary nods. "Yeah, I'm an art student. Photography." Which is, in his opinion, the least creative of the arts. He doesn't even have to do, or make anything. He just takes pictures of things other people have done. Gary still loves it, though.

Gary's far from a lightweight, but whatever he'd ordered (that he's already forgotten, since it had been in a bit of a panic) must be a little stronger than what he normally choses. Which is definitely a pleasant surprise, considering he's already perfectly tipsy when it would normally take longer. Maybe acting like more of an idiot than he already does when he's sober, but it gives him an unwarranted confidence that he so severely lacks in his every day life it can be a little bit charming. Like when he finishes his drink, and means to lean forward to prop his elbow up on the bar, but is already sitting a little too far off the edge once Gary had to get closer to hear him, and the tall chair starts to teeter. Gary catches it before it can fall over, but ends up sliding right off the edge a little clumsily.

Well, if the opportunity has forced itself upon him, why not seize it! The perfect amount of tipsy. Once he's made sure he hadn't accidentally bumped into someone in the process Gary looks up at Ilya, who is noticeably taller than him now that he's standing. Not extremely so. But noticeable. "Do you wanna go?"

[giragirameganedan]

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thankfully for gary, mapplethorpe does find himself still rather drowsy. so he's quite content with hiding his face in gary's chest or his shoulder. ( just enough to see his face whenever he wanted to. ) though, his need to be close couldn't be ignored. he wonders if gary could feel how warm his face was from the growing blush on his features. ( he feels like his ears might actually melt off his face. ) he'll let out a relieved sigh, his cheek pressed up against his chest. ( he can hear gary's heart beat. it's beating fast. ) he's pretty sure that his heart is slamming against his chest as well, even though he's still so docile and tired. he can't help but let out a little giggle, rubbing his face into his chest. "no, no--... it's fine. i've never had one, either. like, i had a friend who was a boy but not a boyfriend."

he'll chew on his bottom lip, a huff coming from his nostrils. "i--....i've never even had a girlfriend. i've never actually, like--... dated anyone ever." a nervous laugh. "is that okay?" he'll lift his head up to look at gary, his eyes wide and doe like. ( he hopes so. ) though, he doesn't want to spiral too much so he just leans forward to catch his lips again, hoping that even if his answer was 'no', he'd forget about it.

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Gary knows there's a strong chance Mapplethorpe can hear just how hard his heart is pounding, but he doesn't care enough to try and move him. Though, something about the way he says this makes Gary’s heart sink just the littlest bit. I never even had a girlfriend. Even. It’s the even that stays in Gary’s brain like an ear worm. But the fact that he says he’s never dated anyone before is what’s more important. And though he’d be happy to reassure him that this is so far beyond fine with him, his mouth is kept otherwise busy. Not that Gary will ever complain about Mapplethorpe kissing him.

Gary smiles against his lips, his hand finding its way into Mapplethorpe’s hair. Not that he’s never played with his hair before. With such close living quarters personal space is kind of a foreign concept. And with how happy Gary was to hold him through the early nights. But he hasn’t like this, and Mapplethorpe’s hair has never felt so good between his fingers.

Gary starts to sit up a little bit, turning them around so Mapplethorpe is on his back before Gary crawls on top of him. The same position as before, only now Gary knows exactly what he’s doing. Well, not really. In the most literal sense he knows what he’s doing. Once he's on top of him Gary deepens the kiss, slipping his tongue in his mouth without a thought about morning breath. Yet another thing close quarters tend to have already desensitized them to. And he also generally doesn't care enough to keep Gary from kissing him.

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oh my god someone save me and send me stuff. not all of queue is replies but is def the majority

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when the characters you like get beat the fuck up

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barky dynamics

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he is letting gary just drag him around the building, a lovesick look on his face. no, this wasn't just because gary had made him cum in a storage closet--.... no, it's the fact that he still wants to be around him afterwards. ( he's so used to people just dropping him after the fun is over. ) he'll squeeze gary's hand as he jogs behind him, a snicker leaving him. "we're really pushing it on time, huh?" he's trying not to let his nerves get a hold of him. ( he's about to meet the band--.... but most importantly, gary's aunt. ) this was a pretty big deal in mapplethorpe's opinion.

they almost come to a screeching halt, mapplethorpe bumping against gary's back as he stops in front of the dressing room door, slowly opening the door to see if jenny was half decent before entering. ( god, this was it, wasn't it? he was about to meet gary's family. ) immediately, he sees the smaller woman on the ground, in the splits. he'll grab at gary's arm, still holding onto his hand as he kept himself close. ( he couldn't help but feel a little nervous, considering gary didn't warn her that he'd have a tagalong. )

he can't help but grin whenever jenny pulls herself up to her feet, snorting at the mention of aussia mafia. "i think you're thinking about the apex gang but you don't have to worry about them too much," he'll give a nonchalant wave of his hand. ( just a youth gang that was known for car jacking here in melbourne. ) just so long as they didn't have a fancy car around, they didn't have too much to worry about, did they? he'll give a little wave, head tilting to the side. "ah, aunt jenny. i've heard a lot about you." his eyes narrow slightly, sucking on his teeth. "in fact, i think i may have followed you on instagram? huh--..." he'll give a little shrug of his shoulders.

he doesn't let go of gary's hand, but he does step forward and away from his side a little bit. "mapplethorpe landis. also known as mape$420. i'm djing the after party, like gary said," he says this rather proudly.

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Gary doesn't blame her for being so surprised. He's still trying to figure it out himself. Not only that Gary had managed to find someone who didn't annoy him enough to be as smitten as he already is, but someone that doesn't mind the way he generally is enough to be just as smitten. It's not even that Gary's not a believer in insta-love, so to speak. He absolutely does. It's the same as the existence of aliens to him, in a strange sort of way. How many billions and trillions of people have fallen in love throughout the course of humanity? Even someone as dumb as himself can recognize how unlikely it is to have never happened, not one time.

It's just that Gary isn't the kind of person, isn't the kind of personality that would typically happen to. Out of the two of them, anyone would guess it would be Jenny.

Her eyes widen a little bit when Mapplethorpe says he follows her, and she quickly pulls her phone out to be able to look him up. "I gotta see- I'm still all flustered and worried 'cause o' this one."

"'M sorry," he mumbles. Though, hand still laced with Mapplethorpe and still blushing just from looking over at him, he isn't all that sorry.

"No, baby, don't be." She rubs up the side of his arm a little bit with her free hand, still looking down at her phone and typing with her thumb. "Just don't want nothin' happenin' to you 's all." Jenny pulls up his profile and squeals a little bit when she sees not only that she follows him back already, but that she knows good and well who he is. "Oh my god!" she happily shrieks. Jenny forces herself between them and hugs Mapplethorpe from the side, squeezing him tightly while she keeps looking through his posts. Many of which are familiar to her already. "Ahh, no way! I'm so glad one of us found you! You're so funny." She tucks her phone into the pocket of her robe and beams up at him. "Gary's been keeping you company, yeah? I hope he's been playin' nice."

"Yeah, I'm a real sweetheart."

"Yeah, I bet'chu are. Come, sit." She grabs one of each of their hands and drags them over to a vanity that's built into the wall, and the loveseat next to it. "Now that I know I ain't gonna cry over lookin' for you, I can start my fuckin' makeup."

When they sit Gary's arm immediately finds Mapplethorpe's waist, keeping him closer than the small couch would require. He just wants him close.

"You from 'round here, babes?" Jenny asks Mapplethorpe, briefly glancing up from the makeup she dumps out a bit haphazardly before she actually lays it out with some kind of reason.

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rip gary barkovitch you would've loved ragebaiting people in tiktok comments