#are u picking up what I'm putting down fellas

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Round TWO of making the most fuckable dragon. So purple/greyscale/metallic ended up a pretty solid 3 way tie for color, so I'm gonna make this monster boyfriend an iridescent purple-black (see this post for example pics). Now, that in mind, do we want our gayboy dragon boyfriend to have any markings? Aside from the piebald they're probably gonna be dark and pretty subtle, like how you can see a panther's spots in the right light.

Also if it helps your decision-making he has golden eyes and is a Big, scaly, stereotypical 4-leg-2-wing Western dragon

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what abt perverted joel not being able to keep his hands off of u, like whenever hes around his friends he always gropes ur ass/tits and open mouth kisses u

Speakeasy

I ❤️‍🔥 horny Joel. Also covered a fishnets related request from Anon here, so let's see if horny Joel can control himself. . . Master List

1.5k words | NSFW 18+ unsafe PIV sex, very mild dubcon?, drinking, public/semi-public idk what else

Joel has enough trouble keeping his hands off you on a normal day, but tonight, you're wearing something that's really gonna drive him wild. It's a little number you picked up from the abandoned mall when you snuck out of the QZ while he was on a smuggling trip. He's about to leave for a longer trip, and tonight he and the boys are having a send-off at the QZ speakeasy. Joel and his friends are already there. You enter on street level at the back of the trade post and take the spiral staircase down into the dimly lit bar.

You descend the stairs slowly and Joel sees your legs before he sees the rest of you. He's already salivating by the time you step onto the floor. He clenches his jaw and gives you a casual "come here" nod. As you cross the room, he devours you with his eyes. You can tell he's already been drinking. He calls out for the man who's tending bar to get you a drink. When you reach the high-top tables by the darts, the other men try to avert their gazes as you greet each other.

You put your arms around Joel's neck and his big hands slowly slither around you, feeling your back, your waist, your thighs, and coming to rest on your ass. His fingers dig in and he pulls you into him with a soft "Mmm."

Your hand nestles in his hair affectionately and his beard tickles your jaw as he kisses your neck, lightly sucking. One of his hands drifts to your inner thigh and he plucks at the fishnets. He murmurs, “Where’d ya get these, hmm?”

“You’re up, Joel,” Jesse, yells, then looks over and says quieter, “oh, shit. sorry.” He's one of the younger, newer guys and hasn't seen you with Joel before.

You dodge the question and distract him by scratching his scalp lightly. That drives him wild. You feel his cock hard against you.

You give Joel a peck on the lips. “Knock’m dead,” you say. There’s an obvious bulge in his jeans when he goes to take his turn on darts.

"You good, man?" Tommy asks.

Joel takes his turn in silence and still does better than everyone else, even distracted.

When he’s done with his turn, he gets behind you and puts his hands on your hips, pulling your ass into the hardness in his jeans. His lips brush your ear and he lowers his voice.

"What're you try'na to do to me, hmm?"

He grinds his bulge into your ass as he wraps his arms around you. He slips a hand into your low neckline, cupping a breast. Your nipples harden and desire pools in your stockings. He puts his nose in your hair and inhales deeply.

"I'm gonna miss you," you whisper.

"Yeah," he says. His voice is soft, low and horny. "I'll be back 'fore you know it." His hand is still in your neckline for all the room to see.

"Joel," Jesse says.

Tommy looks back at you. Your face heats up and Tommy shakes his head laughing. "I don't think he's playin' anymore, fellas" Jesse looks back and his eyes go wide. You clear your throat and Joel takes his time removing his hand from your breast, then smooths your neckline down and gives you a kiss on the cheek.

"Last turn," Joel says and he leaves you for a minute. You sit down on a stool at the high-top while he's taking his turn.

The guys are ribbing him.

"Gimme a break, we're 'bout to be gone for three weeks," Joel says. Tommy slaps him on the back.

When Joel comes back to the high-top, he wastes no time sliding his hand between your legs. His fingers trace the fishnets all the way to your seam and he inhales deeply through his nose when he feels how damp you are. Then he slips a finger through one of the holes and meets your dripping wet pussy. His lips part and his eyes go dark. He rubs your clit with the side of his finger and you throb with need.

He brings his lips to your ear and his voice is a low, horny murmur. "Go wait for me at the top of the stairs, baby." He kisses you wetly on the neck then lets you slide off the stool. You straighten your dress and he pats your ass as you start in the direction of the stairs.

"Y'all have a good night," you tell the boys.

"You leavin' already?" Tommy asks with a smirk.

"Yeah, be safe out there alright?" You say.

You walk up the stone spiral stairs and stop at the top landing. You lean against the cold, stone wall and wait for Joel. He has the darkest look on his face as he climbs the stairs and your eyes gravitate to the protrusion in his jeans.

When he gets to the landing, you turn to walk out the door with him, but he grabs your hip and spins you back around. Then he steps between your feet and walks you backwards into the wall, pinning you there with his arousal as his lips hungrily latch onto yours and his tongue thrusts into your mouth. He forcefully pulls your dress and bra down on one side, then brings his mouth to your breast.

You say, "I worry 'bout you, baby."

He releases your nipple with a sucking sound.

"Don't you worry 'bout a thing right now," he says, and pulls you off the wall and into his arms.

He hikes up your dress and rubs your throbbing warmth through the front of your stockings as his other hand holds your ass. He breathes heavily, looking at you with half-lidded eyes. He reaches both hands under you, digs his fingers into the fishnet holes, and pulls. The rip of fabric startles you and you feel the chill of air between your legs. The cool air also carries the sound of the guys being rowdy downstairs.

You ask, "Here? We're not going home?" Someone could walk through the door or up the stairs at any moment.

"Can't wait, sugar"

You look around hesitantly. He backs you into the wall and the stone is freezing on your ass. You wince. "On the wall?" You ask.

"You wanna ride?" He nods at the stairs. "cause that's your other option. 'less you wanna get on all fours." The steepness of the stairs is too scary.

He kisses you passionately and rubs you just right with one hand while he unbuckles his belt with the other. You can no longer wait either.

Joel urgently frees his massive hard-on from his tight jeans and strokes it a few times, then he hooks his hand under your knee and you wrap a leg loosely around him. He leans in you and aligns his cock at your entrance, then plunges into you with a grunt that slightly echoes. He breathes heavy, slowly rocks back, then plunges into you again and you sigh softly as you're joined completely. Nothing feels as good as him inside you. You wanna cry thinking about him leaving for three weeks. He can see it on your face.

He continues a slow but powerful rhythm as he says, "y'know I worry 'bout you too, baby–" he cuts himself off with a grunt. "take my cock so good, I dunno how you go without it," he half-whispers. "sometimes, I wanna bring ya. do it fuckin' everywhere." He looks you in the eyes then kisses you passionately as he keeps thrusting into you and your body lifts against the wall with his momentum. The men are still yucking it up downstairs. "sometimes I wanna go," you say. "Too dangerous," he says, and you feel your climax getting closer every time he fills you up. He's hitting your g-spot just right. He sucks your neck and you fail to suppress a moan. The hubbub briefly pauses downstairs then there's quiet laughter and they start talking again.

You take a deep breath as you feel yourself on the edge.

"Imma be hungry when I get home, baby. . ."

He grunts again with a powerful thrust, and you see stars. You clench around his cock and float in another realm, pulsing, pounding, savoring the last minute of him inside you because he's never far behind. When you open your eyes his face looks in agony. One more pump and he erupts inside you. "Fill me up, baby," you say, hand in his hair, lightly scratching his scalp. His groan echoes off the stone as he pulses into you, and your climax continues as his hot seed coats your walls. When he finishes, you sigh, and it's totally silent aside from both of you breathing heavily.

A few seconds later, there's quiet laughter again and the guys get back to it.

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Joel: @ethanhoewke @silkiers @eiviea @evyiione

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Ouuggh uuu if you want maybe headcanons (if you do them ofc) w the Marble Hornets fellas (oh just Tim if I want :3) w a afab s/o who's a volleyball player?

Have u seen their uniforms???

Ouugh sorry this took a while....... i got halfway through and my phone crashed and i lost some motivation q-q

In any case, why yes nonny i have seen the uniforms, and i do take headcanon requests!

Without further adieu...

Tim, Brian and Alex with an AFAB S/O who plays volleyball!

Mild NSFW warning!! No graphic sex but a few suggestive things said (and the worlds shittiest pickup line)

Tim:

His awkward ass!!! I see a lot of people portray Tim as this cool confidant man, but especially pre-MH I think he was a little awkward. Not quite shy, just.. awkward, as he spent a lot of his childhood in the psych ward. So that would carry over to this.

He wouldn’t stare so visibly, but he’d make it obvious he had to try not to, averting his eyes and shuffling on his feet.

I think sometimes he’d steal looks when he thinks you aren’t looking. He’d glance over, and let out a little sigh and lean back in his chair just a little bit, and you know he’s just admiring you.

how did he get so lucky?

he isn’t a huge fan of sports himself, but he’ll try his best to support you!! He’ll turn up to every game he can, make sure to sit or stand in the front row, and cheer so loud everyone looks at him and he’ll sit back down in embarrassment.

Tim is a physical touch fiend, considering he didn’t get it a lot as a child, so he loves hugs, and will probably be touching you somehow often.

the problem is, when he hugs you in uniform, he is suddenly very acutely aware of how.. much he can see of you right now, and gets all red, and won’t tell you why.

you could probably force it out of him though :3

Brian:

This mf is into it and does not hide it!!

Brians pretty much a smug asshole in canon (lovingly) so he’ll be all smug and show you off to pretty much everyone. Will not hold back on the PDA either. Will probably slap your ass in public and act confused why you’re mad at him. (Only if he knows you don’t mind ofc).

i wouldn’t put it past him to run up to you as soon as you get in the game and quite literally pick you up and kiss you and spin you around, like some scene in a shitty movie.

most ATROCIOUS pickup lines ‼️

“Hey girl, are you an overpass? Because I’d hit that” “BRIAN I JUST SAT DOWN-“

He’s canonically a nursing student, so I’ve always imagined he takes pretty good care of himself, eat well, stay fit, workout often. So you two would match!

he’d be happy to train with you, one of his love languages is quality time, and he’d get to stare at his girl in short shorts and a top anyway, so who is he to complain?

plus, you’d both be all sweaty after, and he could invite you into the shower with him.

I’m sure you can imagine what ensues.

Alex:

He was intimidated at first. I mean, look at him, he’s a twinky theatre kid, and you’re.. muscular and not afraid to show it off, clearly. I mean you could probably pick him up and throw him around, or wrap your legs around his head, or- Not that he’s thinking about that (that he would admit).

he’d stare, but unlike Bri he does NOT own it.

he won’t admit it, but he will stare at you so much. sometimes unintentionally. He thinks he’s being subtle (he is not). I mean, how is it his fault that you’re really pretty and the shorts are so short.

it’s so easy to fluster him, even if he would rather die than admit it.

tsundere ass!!! /silly

Sit on his lap all sweaty after a game and he will turn the most red you've ever seen him and stutter like all hell. he isn't blushing red though, he doesn't know what you're talking about, he just forgot the sunscreen.

Your biggest fan!!!

He'll film your games (and you KNOW mf would get the best angles even if it meant pushing other onlookers out the way). Perks of a film maker bf...

He does want you to crush his head between your thighs i'm so sorry....

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HI! this is the first ever ask I’ve sent you :)

May I request the pirate fellas with a siren yn please🙏🏾?

Like when yn jumps in the sea they turns into a siren and they look human on land, they can do the singing and putting people in trance thingy y’know cool siren stuff btw I love ur blog, I hope u have a good day/night❤️

Ah! Hello hello! Welcome! I'm so sorry it took so long to get to yah, and I hope u'll be able to see this!

Siren Y/N Fluff!:

Sans: -Oh geez, you are very pretty. Is it hot in here or is it just you? -Bro is an adventurer, and everyone knows what a siren is. He is just so excited to see one in person. He is containing the urge to fangirl but yah know, gotta keep up the chill captain facad. -Will be so gentle when he touches your tail

Papyrus: -WOWIE A MERMAID- oh wait... you have very sharp teeth... -Still amazed regardless. He'll be showing you with compliments and then bombard you with questions all in the same breath. -"I've never seen such a beautiful being such as you... do you poop?"

Blue: -Jaw drop, eyes like stars, his hands are already itching to run them across your gorgeous tail. -Of course, he will give you plenty of space the moment you bare your fangs, but he will still stay within distance to stare at you. -Just like Selkie Y/N he will be very sussed out if you eat fish.

Stretch: -Literally going to faint from how excited he is to see you. -He is mesmerized by your melodic voice and is trying his best to impress you with his own, incredibly talented, not at all devil-fruit-caused, natural singing voice. -Will blow you straight out of the water, fucking literally, if he gets to ecstatic and lets his devil fruit get out of hand. -Please do a duet with him. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEA-

Red: -"I love the kind of person that will actually just kill me-" head ass. -Bro knows you would drown him and then eat him if he messes with you, but honestly. Thas kinda hot. -Bro is slinging them pick-up lines at you like it's no one's damn business.

Edge: -Ngl, sirens scare tf out of Edge. -The apex predators of the sea, the main killer of sea men if they aren't too careful. He had never seen one so up and personal. -He'll be scowling and glaring the entire time, just know he is shaking his his heeled boots-

Razz: -Bro is putting it on the map INSTANTLY that there are sirens in the area. -He is a man of knowledge, so of course he's going to poke at you like a high school dissection project. -He's right along Papyrus as he asks odd and intrusive questions about your biology.

Cash: -"How much does a siren scale cost?" -Bro is scheming. -You better get off that boat before that mtfk plucks out all your scales and cuts off bits of your hair-

Bear: -Incredibly skeptical and is lowkey side-eyeing you. He had heard his fair share of siren legends and will most definitely be keeping an eye on you. (Especially since Edge is too scared to) -Will offer you food, but intimidatingly. -He'll calm down if Cinnamon calls him off.

Cinnamon: -Literally the only normal one- -Sure, he's excited to meet you, you are a gem and the rarity is the sea after all! A very dangerous gem... -He's the same shy and awkward Cinnamon who is now extra apologetic about his crew's behavior.

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MultiVillains x Reader || Reactions

Topic: You move into an apartment in a dodgy neighbourhood.

Characters Included: (Rarin'-to-Fuck) Buck, Dr Peter Andover, Erik Destler, Freddy Krueger, Bonus!Jason Voorhees, Ian Essko, Bonus!Madame Blavatski, Inkubus, Jim Bickerman, Bonus!Reba, Doom Room's MC, Minister Kratski, Stuart Lloyd, Wayne Jackson, Bonus!Norman Tyrus and Bonus!Dale Acton.

Tagging: @ghouletka , @grav3yardgirl , @marinerainbow , @masqueradeball , @thecourtofgraywaves , @yesthetrashbin and @your-mxnd-is-mxne .

Rarin'-To-Fuck Buck: *Stays right by the window where he can see his car so it doesn't get stolen* "Uh... nice place... " (You: Thank you! I was so jazzed to find it on the market!, it has a dishwasher and everythin- ) "I was kidding Y/N this place is a fucken dump. Lets go- "

Dr Peter Andover: "... no." (You: What. But- ) "We have rooms at the clinic, you can stay there." (You: I cant live at the clinic- ) "Ohhh yes you can."

Erik Destler: "Oh, this is near to the brothel I used to- Ehem. I mean, Y/N this is a very nice, uh... home... you found, here... " || He wants to sweep you away but also he doesn't want you questioning him on that first bit XD So I guess he's just gonna have to stalk you all the time ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ With love. For your safety.

Freddy Krueger: "You couldn't find an actual house?? Oh, and wouldja look at that! Guys with guns. *Waiving out the window* Hey fellas- " (You: Newsflash Fred its not the 60's anymore old man and you cant just b u y a h o u s e !! And put your hand down- )

Jason Voorhees: *Nope. No- Jason will not let you stay here XD He takes one look around, picks you up, and leaves.*

Ian Essko: "What filthy-fucking-hell... Oh! Wait wait wait- " (You: Don't you dare take out that black light Ian.) "What? Afraid of what you'll find in this house of horror!??"

Madame Blavatski: "Oh- this is nice. Lovely. I lived in a home just like this in my stripping days in Russia! Very lovely, very good. And you have drug dealers just two doors down, which is convenient. I already visited, they're very nice boys, and I bought you welcome-to-area 'blow'- da? They even gave discount!" *head pats*

Inkubus: *He's very calm, listening to you talk about it and show him all around, until the very end* "Y/N, love, may I ask something of you right now?" (You: Oh- sure? ^^) "Wonderful. Uh, don't be here between eleven and 3 tomorrow." (You: Why?- ) "Mmm, no particular reason... do you think these beams are good and flammable?" || If it is not clear- the man is going to burn your apartment building down so you don't live here, anymore.

Jim Bickerman: *He's been walking around peering out the windows shaking his head. When he finally looks at you waiting for his thoughts, he flashes a big smile.* "We're going gun shopping." (You: Oh no we are NOT- )

Reba: (You: So! ^^ What do you think?) "... well I noticed the police station a block away, I liked that feature."

The Doom Room's MC: "Well its better then my place, at least."

Minister Kratski: *not getting outta the limo*

Stuart Lloyd: "Y/N I saw some hooligans just down the street with switchblades. I don't think this area is safe." (You: Oh don't worry, I have a plan! ^^) "*Genuinely relieved* oh, great. Wh- what is it?" (You: I got these really big ass boots from the charity store- and I'm going to keep them just outside my door so everyone walking by thinks a lumberjack lives here!) "... ... Y/N- "

Wayne Jackson: *He's very quiet. Just wandering in and out of rooms, lookin' around* (You: ... Wayne, is everything okay?) "... preeetty sure I lived here in the 70's. Cant be sure, though." (You: Oh- ) *Pulls an open door away from a wall* "Ah! I did! Heheh, I made that w in bullet holes."

Norman Tyrus: "... no." (You: Norman- ) "Nope." (You: Not another place, Norman- ) "You're moving. You're not staying here." (You: I'm gonna stop showing you my new places.) "How about ya just find a place that doesn't have bullet holes in the front fucken door?" Dale Acton: "OH!!! I know those guys upstairs, I used to buy coke from them a couple years back! Until a deal fell through at least... hey, don't tell 'em you're with me. You'll be fine. We probably shouldn't be seen together, though, so uh... bye babe- "

[where-are-the-spooky-gays-2]

Projecting is always fun!

I'm starting to go to the gym soon and my biggest goal is to just get thicc arms. Like I wanna flex as a joke and then have someone go "nono wait do that again— DAMN YOU GOT SOME MUSCLE" that's my dream. So. :3.

Virgil and Remus have been going out for a while. Virgil tends to hide under baggy clothes and whenever he is in a t-shirt, he's basically already dying so yeah no he's not doing more than he has to. Remus is perfectly content with this. Take their height difference however you like but just take it as Remus does NOT see Virgil as a strong guy. Thin, twig, five minutes from death like a Victorian child with polio — all words to describe his lovely Virgil.

Then that changes.

Remus trips one day while they're out doing something and he screws up his ankle. He's not actively yelling out for the doctor but it hurts and when he tries to get up and put pressure on it, it's a firm "nope" from him, chief. He tries again, tries to just keep going and put his weight on Virgil, but Virgil decides to not let him.

Virgil does a "oh come on" and then ducks down, picking Remus up bridal style as easy as breathing. Remus is very confused.

Why does his emo twink suddenly have him in his arms?

Why isn't he falling over?

Remus is NOT a light fella.

"Oh come on, you're like carrying a blanket. You barely weigh anything."

They go back to Remus' place [virgil carrying him the whole way, remus is sure he's gonna combust by the ending] and while he's icing his ankle, Remus asks what strength Virgil has been hiding for him.

Mysteriously, Remus' ankle has miraculously healed the moment Virgil flexes and shows off his arms because a swollen ankle will not stop Remus from climbing this man like a fuckin tree right now. (It's not fixed, Remus just won't let it stop him).

Remus finds out Virgil started working out as a way to combat his anxiety and then it became a habit then it actually started just becoming fun for him so now it's a regular thing. And Remus is not at all blushing and twirling his hair and batting his eyelashes and doing all sorts of crude gestures to show how that makes him feel. :3

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Why call the ambulance when you have a hot B U F F Emo who has two tickets to the gun show to carry you back home XD I fucking L O V E that the gym was a way for Vee to destress and it just progressively became fun for him now Ree definitely wants to go with him to see him in action XD

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thank u sm for the tag @elibunn!! i love these tag games <3

three ships: revalink, bakudeku, and yoonmin ofc 😽 ill always be a #revalinker4lyfe. ive been back in my mha phase, and im a diehard bakudeku defender to my core. i don't actively ship yoonmin anymore but they're my two biases and i'll always love their duo + i haven't rlly been into other media lately, so they're my og ship

first ship: bro genuinely i think it was klance 😭 that was actually my introduction to fandom and shipping culture as a whole LOL

last song: jericho by iniko!! it's suchhh a good song, i've been listening to it a lot lately

last movie: MHA WORLD HEROES' MISSION 🙌 it's a tie between heroes rising as my fave mha movie, and i'd been wanting to rewatch it lately, so i did!! amazing as always, i LOVED seeing rody

currently reading: i regret to admit that i haven't picked up a book since june </3 fanfic-wise, tho, i just finished wherever you are by @official-mermaid and it was SOOOO GOOD OMG 😫 genuinely the best rodydeku fic out there, i couldn't put it down

currently watching: mha ofcc!! :> waiting impatiently for the next episode to be released PLEASEEE STUDIO BONES

currently eating: nothing atm, but i have been drinking water

currently craving: also water LOL. i'm lowk dehydrated rn

no pressure tags: @aejiee @kapncrunch @impur6 @zeelai-reblogs @iridescentgleam @what-a-fella @loverln @that-particularbug @theillegalpundealer

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hihihiii i love ur blog sm (this is my first time requesting sorry if i sound weird😭) i was wondering if you could do a will afton x fem/gn!reader (whatever your comfortable with) where the reader comes home upset from a really hard day at work and william comforts and makes her feel better?

love u !!

Hiya, thank you so much! What a lovely request! You don't sound weird at all, lovely.

All is sfw.

william afton comforting reader after a bad day at work.

You can't even put into words how shit you feel right now. Just the pure emptiness of a bad day in a service job. All day people clicking at you, fucking whistling for your attention like a dog, you running around the restaurant not enough for these people. And your manager! If you could call them that, they couldn't manage to run a bath, breathing down your neck. It was just... a really bad one and it felt like it would never fucking end, so when you get back to your house you just want to sit at the bottom of the shower for a bit then crawl into bed.

You open your door a little harder than intending, your emotion slipping, and it bangs into the interior wall hard enough to knock the key out.

"Stupid, bastard thing..." you mutter, not sure if you're referring to the door or yourself. You pick up the key, still cursing under your breath, and lock the door, when you turn your fella is stood at the end of the hallway, his silent approach pissing you off.

"Don't sneak up on my like that, fuck's sake."

"I didn't. You just didn't hear me over all that banging." He leans against the wall looking over you, you looked upset, like really upset and he doesn't know what to do. "What's wrong with you then?" He lands on, his tone not nasty but the words not right.

"Don't, Will. I really can't right now." You have to make a conscious effort for your voice not to wobble. He wasn't trying to push your buttons, you could tell, but you had zero restraint left and the smallest of teasing could push you over the edge.

You just drop your bag at the doorstep and move to walk past him into the kitchen. He catches your shoulder, turning you around to face him, "Look, sweetheart, I won't push it. I can tell I'm pissing you off but..." He moved his hand to stroke the side of your face, "Whatever's upset you, is it serious?" Surprisingly his touch was very welcome and you soften into it, his fingers cool against the heat of your skin.

"No, it's fine I guess, just..."

"No one needs their head smashed in?" You manage to crack a smile, his voice was playful but as with William he wasn't fully joking.

"No, no one specific." you lean into him, your forehead pressed against his shoulder, "But also everyone." He chuckles above you, his hand coming to rest at the base of your neck.

"What do you want to do?" he asks, speaking into your hair.

"Shower. I'm knackered."

~

When you are finished showering, the whole experience not as depressing as you'd thought after Will calming you down a bit, you come out to see your side of the bed peeled back. Hell, he'd even fluffed your pillows, placed the remote on your side table along with a hot drink and a note.

'Gone to get food, you're lucky I love you because they don't do delivery on week days. X'

You can't help but smile, knowing he's gone to your favourite take away, even though he always complained about the service. You settle into your bed, turning on some mindless tv, he could be really sweet when he wanted to be.

~

I hope this is okay, I struggle with this kinda thing lmao.

[lifesver]

GET TO KNOW THE MUN !

what made you pick up the muse you have ? : my friend typecasted my muse type when the victims concept art was announced. just immediately pointed out the horror jock like yep. that'll be the one u like. and then i played the tcsm beta back in may me and rae started wildly theorycrafting.... and well my demons have been winning since. i love a jock who is kind of fail but trying his best like you got me there.

is there anything you really enjoy writing ? : i'm a creep i'm a weirdo i love exploring horror and the many themes that can coexist in it. ig i like to kind of examine trauma and the healing process through the lens of the slasher genre, as well as where horror and love coincide as themes. i think there is underrepresentation in just....... letting slasher final kids have some kind of healing arc, or letting their story continue in general? seeing them before and after the things that happen to them? and i can't always do it but i do also like to kind of dive down into slasher horror and light gore and just practicing writing dynamic action scenes and what a character's thought process is like during those kinds of moments. i love an opportunity to be mean to my blorbo

is there anything you don't like to write ? : probably just anything needlessly like... melodramatic between characters? i have no interest in plots like genuine jealousy and love triangles and interpersonal shit like that, mostly because i write horror and there are so many more interesting things to focus on imo? and because not enough slasher content casts seem like they actually care about each other lmaooo. is this a callout post about gun.'s take on the friend group? perhaps.

how do you come up with your headcanons ? : dude i just receive the prophecies and act like im on twitter tossing my every stupid thought into the void.

do you write in silence or listen to music ? : tbh i usually write either in silence or in a deranged third way (writing between games of overwatch) my adhd sometimes demands that i am doing several things at the same time and sometimes i can sit down at the coffee shop put on some instrumentals and just slam some replies in

do you plan your replies or wing them ? : hmmm a bit of both? i usually have to start by winging it, which usually involves me dropping in whatever reaction dialogue immediately comes to me. kind of work around that, save and close the draft, and then think about the reply a bit until i eventually know where i'm going with it LOL

do you enjoy shipping ? : i do with friends! i'm not actually a huge like... ships person in a general fandom sense and i rarely feel any particular way until something is compelling to me in fanon, but i can ship most things if it's with a writing partner i like! simply ask rae we will be creating ships 0 people are thinking about shout out leland/connie tcsm tommy/jenny f13 and jake/adam dbd. i also usually go hard on the slowburn, and that's just like, personal comfort for getting to know my muse and my writing partner's muse, but also just think slowburn rules

what's your alias / name ? : kels.

zodiac sign ? : pisces sun, gemini moon, aries rising.

Birthday? : march 20th!

favorite color ? : a sort of pastel pink-lilac

favorite song ? : feel that it must be go your own way / fleetwood mac

last movie you watched ? : oh jesus i fear it was hellraiser: revelations

last show you watched ? : icr if it was an episode of goosebumps or true detective tbh

last song you listened to ? : putting the dog to sleep by the antlers....

favorite food ? : veggie burritos probably. or honestly like. just a really good bagel cream cheese LMFAO

favorite season ? : spring (:

do you have a tumblr best friend ? : rae and i have been in and out of these trenches for years i fear

TAGGED BY : @solarisgod thank u!!! mwah mwah <3

TAGGING : all my fellas

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Loving Letter

Word count: 1,497

Prompt: February 1955 Elvis is Recording Trying to Get to You while Cecelia is having thoughts about what exactly he's trying to get to

Warning: None

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February 1955, Sun Recording Services

It was a bright, chilly day on Beale Street, as beautiful tones of brown ripped through the hustle and bustle of downtown. But nothing could stop the humming of the pink Ford Thunderbird zipping through. Almost every parent called Cecelia trouble, and every teenager shouted, "Look, There's Cecelia!"

"I'm gonna be just like you one day!" Another girl shouted as she flashed a smile and wave. However, Cecelia was in a hurry. She'd promised to be at Sun an hour ago, but with Nashville frost, her mother telling her to layer up before leaving the studio. It took more than an "Alright, mother," to head out the door. Parking on the street, she took her key out of the ignition, flattened out her circle skirt, picked the lint off her pink sweater, and attached her fur coat to her body. When she arrived at the doorstep. Cecelia noticed that the recording sign was off. A breath of relief knowing she wouldn't be interrupting their artist,

"Mornin Mrs. Keisker..."

"Morning, dear."

"Mornin... Mr..."

"You're late..."

"Philips..."Cecelia mumbled, putting her coat on the rack,

"What took you so long?"

"Had to cut a record and volunteer at the family studio... I am your competing artist, you know." She giggled as Marion and Sam playfully shook their heads. "Well, come on, we have some papers for you to file."

"Anyway, I can he-"

"Hey,...U-Uh, Scotty, when we're uh playin' the chord progression. I was thankin' something with a twang..."

"Lp..." Cecelia swallowed hard, her ears falling on Elvis's voice as she froze. Elvis and Cecelia hadn't talked to each other lately. Not since an incident that she wasn't exactly sure was an incident.

"You, okay honey?"

"Yeah, I'm fine..." Cecelia smiled, sorting through the files,

"Cece!" The boys all said as she looked over her shoulder,

"If it ain't Fingers, Daddy-O and Drummer Boy." She waved them all off as they got into the booth, Elvis being the last one in,

"Fella's, you know what to do." Elvis said, "Ready when you are Mr. Philips." Marion sighed, looking between the two friends, a bit confused. Usually, they'd talk or have witty banter, but instead, it was stolen glances that lingered too long.

I've been traveling over miles

Even through the valleys, too

I've been traveling night and day

I've been running all the way

Baby, trying to get to you

Cecelia listened as he was singing. It was as if he was singing a love letter, except not to her, or so she thought, Scotty could only sigh as he looked between them,

"Is she lookin..." He whispered,

"Nah..."

"I see..." Elvis sighed,

As Cecelia went back to helping tidy up the studio, she was lost in her thoughts of how close in proximity the two were. Alone, with the glow of the moon, their bodies melding as.

"Cece, are you okay?" Marion asked Cecelia, who had turned to face her, her ponytail and ribbon almost hitting her face."I'm fine, why wouldn't I be..." She asked, "It's just that maybe I'm not his type or, or he could have told me he was still seeing Dixie or-" She huffed,

"Cecelia, you're a beautiful, talented girl." Marion smiled, "I don't want to hear you talk down about yourself." She said as Cecelia looked up,

"Yes, ma'am..."

"Now, why do you think Elvis doesn't like ya..."

"Have you noticed I ain't exactly... white." Marion chuckled at the young girl's accent, then her response, " If Elvis cared about skin color, we wouldn't have to keep telling him to stop gawking at the girls walkin by the studio window." She chuckled, "Besides, honey, he loves you..." When Cecelia looked up there was Elvis tickling the ivories as her heart began to beat, and her mind traced back to when he'd played for her,

When I read your loving letter

Then my heart began to sing

There were many miles between us

But they didn't mean a thing

"And I can see it in your eyes... You love him just as much." Marion smiled,

Well if I had to do it over

that's exactly what I'd do

I would travel night and day

And I'd still run all the way

Baby, trying to get to you

"Alright, break, boys..." Sam said as the Blue Moon Boys disbursed, Elvis still by the piano trying to figure out the notes he wanted to use, looking up he saw an array of pink and tawny brown skin, "Well, I didn't know a coke bottle could look so good," He reached out for her to sit down,

"Thanks Pim-Pim."

"I'm in deep trouble, huh..."

"Why'd you say that..."

"Cause you only call me that when you're mad." He rubbed the back of his head. Cecelia let out a heavy sigh, her gaze lingering on Elvis, concern etched on her face. "You ain't mad, are you, darlin'?" he asked softly, his voice tinged with worry. The air in the studio felt thick with unspoken tension as Marion busied herself, ushering everyone else out with a firm but gentle hand. Soon, the door clicked shut, leaving Cecelia and Elvis in an intimate silence, the world outside fading away.

"You want the truth..."

"More than anything..."

"I feel so used and utterly confused after what happened between us," she said, her voice trembling as she paused to collect her thoughts.

"After we... made love." He glanced at her, a hint of regret in his eyes.

"Yes, and I genuinely thought we had something special. But then I saw you with Dixie, and—”

Before he could finish, she felt the heat of his lips brush against hers, a warm surge of familiarity that made her heart race. In a burst of anger, she pushed him away, her emotions boiling over. "You can't just go around kissing other girls, Mr. Presley!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with a mixture of hurt and indignation.

“Cecelia, wait!” he called out, urgency lacing his voice. He reached out and pulled her into his lap, the sudden movement causing her to stiffen, her eyes flashing with defiance as she hissed like a cornered snake.

“You’re a heartbreaker,” she spat, shaking her head in disbelief. “My mother was right about you all along!”

“Dammit, just listen!” he exclaimed, frustration creeping into his tone as he noticed her expression shift from anger to a moment of hesitant silence.

"Speak... but make it worth my while..."

“Cece, that night when we made love, I meant every single word I said... I swear I did, sugar. I’m not the kind to hurt you, and I’m not the kind to lie.” He smiled softly as she lifted her gaze to meet his, searching for reassurance.

“Explain, Dixie…” she urged, her curiosity piqued.

“Well…” he began, taking a deep breath, “she was ready to call it quits until I caught sight of you chatting with another guy. That’s when everything changed.”Cecelia's cheeks flushed a deep shade of crimson as she fixed her gaze on him, a mix of embarrassment and disbelief in her eyes. "El... that wasn’t just some guy walking by; that was Carlotta with her bold new haircut!" Her voice held a hint of amusement as she pointed out the unexpected transformation.

Elvis felt his face heat up as he sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck, his bright blue eyes widening in realization. "Well... I guess I didn’t recognize her at first," he stammered, a sheepish grin creeping onto his face. The striking change in Carlotta's appearance left him momentarily speechless, and he couldn't help but admire the daring look she had chosen.

“Now that we’ve addressed everything, what does that make us?” he inquired, his voice a mix of curiosity and uncertainty, as Cecelia leaned gracefully over the piano. Her fingers danced lightly on the keys, creating a soft, melodic backdrop to their conversation. With a playful glint in her eyes, she responded, “You tell me, lover boy…” She paused, drawing closer, their breaths mingling for a brief moment. Her lips brushed against his cheek, leaving a lingering warmth, as she added in a sultry whisper, “Besides, I did enjoy making love to you…”

"I, uh..."

Interrupting her hesitation, the producer interjected, "When you two are finished, Elvis here has a record to cut, Ms. Valmos."

Cecelia’s cheeks flushed with realization. "Oh, right! Sorry..." she said, her voice trailing off as she tip-toed back through the door, a hint of embarrassment in her stride. Marion, with a playful glint in her eye, winked at Cecelia, signaling her to ease up. "So..." she began, turning her attention back to the task at hand.

Lord above me knows I love you

It was He who brought me through

When my way was darkest night

He would shine His brightest light

"Yes Marion..." Cecelia smirked, her eyes focused on Elvis,

"Are you two going to try..."

"I think so..."

When I was trying to get to you

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A Jolly Odd Christmas, 003- The soldiers

I'm admittedly a bit late to this! I wanted to write a chapter every 5 days, but because of IRL things, I was too tired to get to this. So the final chapter WILL be at the latest posted on December 30th, but I hope by then you still have some holiday cheers to enjoy the finale! For now, enjoy the chapter!

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You forgot exactly when you fell asleep, but it was a nice, long, relaxing rest after the time you spent with Jack Frost. All you remember was the feelings you had as you drifted off to sleep. Pleasant, comforting, safe yet again. Waking up however, you were nudged by someone.

“Hey. Little Buddy. You up?” Huh? Who was that?

You woke up…at a much more familiar place than before. You could smell peppermint coffee, and saw you were laid down on the sofa of an office area. Oh! You were back at the factory! This wasn’t Mr. Cedar’s office, but you could hear the sounds of the workers outside from before, and saw above you there were two nutcracker guards. One of them also seemed oddly familiar. Odd because you realized….

These nutcrackers seemed to have the same face built for them. A strong jawed, handsome, broad nosed masculine face. Only difference between the two of them was that the more familiar one had a tanner complexion, with long curly brown hair and a thin pencil mustache. The other was paler, with shorter blonde hair and silver-gray eyes.

“I’m…back at the factory?” you looked around. 

“Yeah! Apologies for the uh…incident,” the brown haired nutcracker clasped his hands together with an awkward smile. Huh. From before, he seemed a bit more stone faced and serious, not really an expression. Both of these men were emoting just fine, like they weren’t wood and metal automatons. Just two large people. 

“I mean…I sorta saw what happened, it’s not your fault,” you looked around. “But how did I get here?”

“We were sent on a search mission for you, only a select few of us to not raise suspicion,” the blonde nutcracker said. “We found you just outside of the woods asleep on a buncha pillows. Weird place to fall asleep but okay.” Oh…that weird old bastard dropped you off there. You figured he knew a nice safe place to leave you while these two picked you up…so you supposed it was fine. For now. 

“I’m actually happy to be back here, where’s Mr.-”

“YOU!” Mr. Cedar burst through the door with another elf by his side. “Oh thank goodness you’re okay! I heard you were captured! Dammit, we need to get better security around here…”

“Mr. Cedar! Oh it’s great to see you!” You stood up and ran over for a hug. Mr. Cedar went bright red in your arms, before gently nudging himself out the hug. 

“U-uh, well uh…so, we should be getting to business. It turns out somehow, somewhere you were found out and so those nasty little dwarves probably want to find you and of course, eat you. We can’t have a death here, so before anything else happens, we have to get Mr. Claus on the horn ASAP. I don’t want to bother him with this sort of thing, but he’s the only man who can properly deal with this and send you back home. “

“So…I get to go there and talk to him?” you asked.

“Yes, and this time you’ll have guards, proper guards so that this won’t happen again.” You looked up, wearily, at the two nutcrackers. You were caught BECAUSE of some nutcracker who was…corrupted? Glitched? Whatever that was, and you were unsure you wanted to put your trust in another one.

“What happened last time won’t happen again…right?”

“Oh no no no!!” The blonde nutcracker waved his hands. “Poor Clack here just ended up targeted by those poor fellas, but he’s fixed up! And we have precautions against that now!”

“Deepest Apologies…” Clack bowed his head. “Once I came to I realized I wasn’t of sound mind, and that those fiendish dwarves played me like some sorta puppet! I’m so glad you were here for me, Ruffle…”

“Anything for a friend,” the blonde nutcracker, Ruffle, put a hand on Clack’s shoulder. “Since our job is to protect you, dear human, get ready for a bit of travel. Mr. Claus’s place is a pretty decent way’s away from here, so let’s get a move on!”

“Can I uh, can I just relax here, first? Just for a few minutes before we leave?” you asked, glancing over at Mr. Cedar. “I also need to do a few things.”

“Of course!” Both Clack and Ruffle said in unison. “We have to get things ready anyhow, so we'll be back to retrieve you!” Both large robotic men left the office, and with that, Mr. Cedar and you were left all on your own. It was silent for a bit, but you sat back down, a small nervous smile on your face.

“I’m sorry for being such a nuisance, I know you have a lot to do,” you said.

“No need to apologize, I thought about what you said the other day,” Mr. Cedar sat down next to you. “And you were right. Before I discovered that you were taken, the next morning I went to talk to some of the managers, and ask if I could outsource some of the work to them so that there was less of a workload on myself. Wanna know what they said?”

“...What did they say?”

“Well…well they laughed at me and asked if I was replaced by some magical doppelganger. But they agreed to that, and so now, work is still hard but now there's less of that hard work for me to do.” You smiled, leaning back in your seat.

“I hope that goes well then,” you replied. “I’d say all that stress would send you to an early grave…but I mean, you’re pretty old, I think. How old are you?”

“Now now, it’s rude to ask a man for his age,” Mr. Cedar wagged his finger at you. “But I can at least say I’ve been around far, far longer than you. Magic sorta keeps the likes of myself and many folks you see here around for a lot longer than humans. At least…humans that don’t interact with us too often.”

“So uh…what’s going to happen once I’m gone, then?” you asked. Mr. Cedar paused, looking away for a second.

“Well uh…you’ll go back, and you’ll forget any of this ever happened,” he answered. “This will all just be a dream that’ll fade the moment you wake up, and you’ll go about your regular life.” That…honestly seemed a bit sad. Your shoulders slumped, and you looked down at your lap, a bit sad.

“Oh…okay…”

“I know, I don’t like it either, but rules are rules,” Mr. Cedar placed a hand on your shoulder. “But I missed coming in contact with a human. It’s been a very, very long time. You’re a breath of fresh air, even if we haven’t known each other for very long.”

“I mean…well…if I’ll be gone and forget all of this…could I have just one request before I leave?” you asked. 

“Hm…oh yes of course, what is it?”

—

“So you were listening in on them the entire time?” Ruffle asked. “Damn, I didn’t think Mr. Cedar was that sorta man.”

“I heard rumors floating about,” Clack shrugged. “I thought it was just normal stuff till I heard all that bang bang banging around. That man’s a freak, who knew?” Clack knocked on the door to alert they were back, and when the two were let in, they saw Mr. Cedar…and another elf, one that looked a lot like you, but still was just an elf. 

“Uh…where’s the human person?” Clack asked.

“Oh, Clack, Ruffle, they’re right here,” Mr. Cedar gestured to you, going over to gently pat the hat you had on. “This is a magic little hat I managed to find in my desk, old but it works. Now they can walk amongst other elves and nobody will ever know. Which also makes them less of a target.”

“I hope this isn’t too much, but I had one last request to make before leaving,” you said. “I hope it’s not a burden, I wanted to take a tour of the city before going home. It’s pretty out there, and I don’t think I’ll have another opportunity to do that. Even if I forget all this ever happened, I at least want to, you know…experience it.” The two nutcrackers looked at each other, but had pretty satisfied grins on their faces.

“Oh that’s perfect for us!!” Ruffle grinned. “That’s basically a free vacation day for either of us, and all we have to do is protect you!”

“We can do that no problem at all!” Clack gave you a salute. “Cmon then buddy, let's go!”

“Yep, let's go!!” Clack and Ruffle grabbed your hands on both sides, practically lifting you off your feet to take you out.

“Goodbye, Mr. Cedar!” you grinned and waved his way, and he waved back, a smile on his face as the door closed behind you. 

“We got permission to ride the new fancy sleds we’ve been making!” Clack grinned. “More discreet, and oh man they’re handsome!”

“No deer required, just the power of pure elven magic!” Ruffle had a skip in his step. “You’ll like it, I promise you that!” You were taken down the rather active halls of the factory, and you felt more at ease just walking around in this disguise. Though being 4 feet tall was quite weird to you…everything felt bigger but at the same time since the architecture was made for this size, just right at the same time. 

The two lead you to what looked to be a sorta…landing strip, and being polished up was a rather large sled, with several tall well built reindeer men inspecting it over a few times. And as you were looking on with a bit of curiosity, Clack and Ruffle brought you over to another sled…but one that appeared to be more mechanical in nature. Built similarly to Santa’s sled, but with a closed top, and with treads replacing the blades of a regular sled. 

“Is that our ride?”

“Heck yeah it is!” Clack grinned. “This beauty’s just a tester. The folks say that it probably won’t be something too useful for everyday what with the train system being as good as it is, but it doesn’t hurt to have an extra option or two!”

“And we get to ride it!!!” Ruffle squealed with delight. “Cmon cmon hop on!” With very little protest, you were shoved into the sled. This one definitely wasn’t made for the elves, because you felt like a pet in the backseat of a car with the sheer size of this compared to how easily Clack and Ruffle slid in, with you smushed in between them. 

“So then little buddy, where to?” Clack asked.

“Anywhere big and active and festive, spare no expense!” you said with a grin on your face. You were honestly excited, possibly the most excited you’ve been this entire time here. Yes you were going to forget all this the time you came back home, but at the same time..it would be fun to enjoy it while you could. With a flick of a switch and a turn of a handle, it started slow, but the sled went out the landing zone at a pretty fast pace down the stone, you almost weren’t ready for it, but after getting used to it it just felt like you were riding on some much faster tractor than anything else. 

“So uh, y/n was it? You’re the first human we’ve ever met,” Ruffle said

“To be honest I thought you’d look a bit different than I thought humans look. You’re just a taller elf, sorta like Mr. Claus,” Clack continued. 

“Mr. Claus huh? I saw his picture at- at somewhere around here before getting kidnapped. What’s he like?” you asked.

“Well…we haven’t met him in person, BUT!!” Ruffle spoke up. “We’ve heard so much about the guy! Big, handsome, and super super nice to the folks around town! Not just some jolly round old guy either!”

“I heard he’s got some muscle on him!” Clack flexed his arm, and to your surprise you could see his muscles flex like he was made of flesh. “Bet underneath that coat he’s got some beef to him! Some big tough wrestlers build!” You leaned back in your seat, trying to imagine that, and thinking about the portrait you saw at Jack Frost’s mansion. A large, burly, round bellied older man with that nice, kind smile and curly cloud-like hair…that’s actually not too bad sounding…

“Oh! y/n!” Ruffle spoke up, snapping you out of your thoughts. “So how were you doing with Mr. Cedar? He seems like a hardass, hope he didn’t treat you uh…too roughly…” You raised an eyebrow at that. What did he…surely Ruffle didn’t hear…

“What do you…?”

“Oh uh, look!” Ruffle brought the sled to a stop, and very quickly took you out the sled. What you saw looking out the window of Mr. Cedar’s office was absolutely nothing compared to looking at all of this from up close. You lived in the city before, you’ve seen the bright lights, the gorgeous trees, the decorations strewn about every December as you walked along the snowy streets, be it day or night. And yet you were still awestruck at the magic of the bright lights, the massive, massive pine trees, the buildings with folks in the windows dancing or cooking or just relaxing with a drink. The streets were busy, though some folks stopped to stare at the sled you three just rode in on, but nevertheless continued on their merry way. 

The shops had big bright windows with clothes, toys, candy, jewelry, so many things on display, with elves coming in and out, packing up their own gifts for one another. If you looked closely, you could even see some of the elves in there working away at making their own toys and clothes. Everything seemed so happy, so bright, so filled with life in every corner you looked. Your head was practically spinning from all of this, and Clack seemed to see that you looked close to fainting from the sheer awe of it all. He went and very gently patted your head, looking down with a smile on his face.

“It’s nice isn’t it?” he asked. “We’re gonna make sure you have a lotta fun.”

“I trust you guys to do that!” you smiled. “There’s so much here, oooo it’s perfect!!”

“Then let’s not waste anymore of the day just looking!” Ruffle grabbed you, picking you up to carry you on his shoulder. “Let’s go then little buddy!”

—

This was probably the most fun you had in a while. When Clack and Ruffle told you you were going to have a fun time, they weren’t kidding. Looks like Mr. Cedar gave them a fair bit of money JUST to spend on you, and they took you shopping for snacks, some cake, and you got to try elk meat for the first time! After that with the lakes being frozen over, you went ice skating…albeit, very poorly, and the two nutcrackers practically had to carry you the entire time so you wouldn’t constantly eat shit on the ice. You couldn’t really buy any of the clothes you were looking at, since even if you wouldn’t remember all this, they would be too small when you got back home anyway…but that didn’t stop you from gleefully trying them on with Clack and Ruffle very excitedly encouraging you, hunched over in very small seats for them.

As the day grew darker and the night came in, Clack and Ruffle had taken you out to the fair at the very heart of the city. You recognized the massive ferris wheel located in the center of town, and it was even more marvelous up close. Your feet started to hurt at this point, so you sat, waiting for Clack to bring back some snacks while Ruffle sat next to you.

“How’ve you been enjoying the day?” Ruffle turned to you, casually kicking his feet in the snow.

“It’s been great, I’ve had a lotta fun here!” you leaned against him, closing your eyes a bit. “Shame I’ll forget this all when I’m gone. But I have family and friends back home. If I could, I'd come here to visit during the holidays.”

“Awww, I’d love to have you visit, you’re a peach!” Ruffle wrapped an arm around you. “I am gonna miss this, everyone’s been busy preparing for the holidays. Little to no breaks even for the likes of us.”

“I’ve been meaning to ask, what is it exactly you guys do?”

“Oh! I mean, there’s not much to say. We’re bodyguards, handymen, protectors, all that sort. It’s a simple job, I mean I hope it is, because I was literally built for that. Now can I ask you a question?” You raised an eyebrow, but nodded.

“So…what were you and Mr. Cedar up to when you two were together?” That made you shoot up from your seat all of a sudden, eyes wide and faced hot and flustered despite the cold weather. 

“O-oh uh…well,” you looked away from him. “I saw that Mr. Cedar was stressed out from work…so I uh…gave him some advice is all!”

“Advice eh?” Ruffle smiled, a very smug smile as he leaned back in his seat. “Trying to get him to relax huh? He’s seemed happier lately despite all the stuff he’s had to do. That advice must’ve been amazing~!”

“Oh hush, why are you asking this all of a sudden?” you pouted, crossing your arms. 

“Well uh…how about I ask you when Clack comes back? You did want a chocolate peppermint donut after all.” And like on cue, Clack was there carrying the snacks you had asked for, a smile on his face. 

“I’m back! Hope I didn’t take too long!” he grinned.

“Oh you came just in time!!” Ruffle greeted him. “Now we can ask about that ‘thing’ we were talking about earlier.”

“The thing…?” There was a pause, before Clack realized what his buddy was talking about.

“Ohhhhhh the thing! Oh yeah!! So!” Clack handed you the food before clasping his hands together. “We have a…proposal.”

“So, you are the first human we’ve seen, and uh…well, okay I’ll be honest,” Ruffle said. “My mind was only partially there when that weird blue crystal messed me up. But I was conscious enough to realize that you and Mr. Cedar Uh…you had your fun. And well…we uh…”

“We had never seen a human this up close before, so we wanted to…” You looked up at both of them, before looking down into their laps, looking back and forth between them. You were curious…did they…?”

“I mean uh, yes, but first off where, and second off how would that work?” you asked. “Are you guys built with uh…?”

“We can show you once we grab the sled and park someplace nice and quiet!” Ruffle looked excited. “Sooo, what do you say?” Both of them had some very excited, happy grins on their faces, and it was so cute and endearing on both of them. You had to hold in a giggle, covering your mouth and looking down at your lap.

“Yanno what? Yeah, I just hope your boss, ole big boy Cedar won’t mind!”

“He won’t! And he doesn’t gotta know anyhow!” Clack leapt up from his seat. “Think of it like…I dunno a study, an experiment! We just wanna see how a cute human like you ticks!”

—

It was a lot more quiet where you guys left the sled. The sounds of the fair were long gone, and it was just the night wind blowing outside. The back seat had been flattened out, allowing for a lot more space for the three of you to move around. You were realizing just how small you were now compared to Clack and Ruffle. You had taken the hat off, fully back to your regular size, but despite that you still felt so so small compared to them. 

“So uh…are you uh, ready?” Ruffle asked nervously. “We promise we’ll both be gentle.”

“I’m very ready, trust me,” you nodded. “Here, should I…?”

“Actually,” Clack gently places a massive hand on your shoulder. “Let us, if you don’t mind.” You simply nodded, and just like that, you saw Clack’s hand lower down to your hips, one moving to lift your shirt, and the other to tug down your pants. With just how big he was, you almost felt like a doll being gently undressed so your pretty little clothes wouldn’t tear. Clack and Ruffle were both VERY intently staring down at you, almost in awe, like this was some marvelous new sight to both of them. 

“So…not too much different from an elf,” Clack very gently rubbed your hips. “But something about you still feels so different, it’s nice~!”

“Let me try too!” Ruffle very gently nudged Clack out the way, leaning down so that he could plant a peck on the lips. You were surprised to feel that…his lips felt soft! They didn’t feel like hard wood at all, so you leaned up and gave him a second kiss to get another feel for his lips, which surprised him quite a bit.

“Oh wow, I didn’t expect that…” you muttered. 

“Me…me neither! You’re adorable!!” Ruffle smiled brightly.

“I want a turn too hold on!” Clack grabbed you, pulling you in for a kiss as well, not a quick peck like Ruffle, but rather long, gentle, and slow. You could feel Ruffle wrap an arm around you, leaning in to start kissing at your neck. He noticed after a brief kiss that you had some markings on your body. There were still faint blue markings from Jack, and Ruffle looked rather curious about them.

“How did you get these…?” he asked, tracing a finger along your markings. 

“Mm..ah…oh uh…” you pulled from Clack’s kiss. Oh god, Jack could use magic to clothe you and bring you back to safety, but apparently he couldn’t mask these marks. That fuckin bastard... “I just uh…got myself hurt, but don’t worry, kiss there as much as you want to…” Ruffle looked a bit hesitant at first, he didn’t want to hurt you, but you gave him your consent to, and so he started to pay close attention to those marks. He had a tongue, a warm, wet tongue that glided across each mark, and between that and Clack’s gentle kisses, your body shuddered in pleasure from both of them. 

Clack grabbed your thigh, taking the time to feel your warm skin underneath his rough, more inorganic feeling hands. You could feel him squeezing you, pinching you, taking his sweet gentle time to just enjoy the feeling of you. Both men seemed excited, happy to get the opportunity to touch you like this. 

“You taste…” Clack pulled from the kiss briefly.

“Amazing…” Ruffle moaned breathlessly. You decided to give Ruffle more attention too, and you leaned in and pressed your lips to his, moaning into the kiss while your hands ran through Clack’s shiny golden locks. You practically felt smothered between the both of them the way they gleefully groped you, kissed you, fondled whatever parts they could grab. It was both adorable and arousing how excited they seemed. 

Both suddenly pulled away, leaving your back pressed against Ruffle, and your legs spread out. Clack seemed to have a gleeful expression on his face, like he had some surprise. 

“Now, Technicallyyyyy, we’re not built with reproductive parts…” he said.

“But…that doesn’t mean we don’t have other tools at our disposal…” Ruffle continued. “Here…” he picked you up, so that his thigh was right between your legs, wrapping an arm around you for support.

“Just tell us to stop anytime, and we’ll stop…” Ruffle smiled, kissing you on the cheek. At that second, you could feel a small vibration between your legs. It left a tingle rushing through your body, before centering right at your core as soon as the vibrations got less and less faint. You brought your hand to your mouth, face flushed while your entire body shuddered in pleasure. 

“Does that feel good…?” Clack asked softly. Your whimpers were muffled against your hand, but you nodded, moving your hips against Ruffle to feel the vibrating under you even harder. You could feel his pants getting soaked underneath you, already you were becoming a dripping mess, and all you could do was try and muster a weak apology. 

“I-I…that’s an…” you whimpered. In turn, Ruffle just kissed your cheek.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, don’t apologize, I want you to feel good,” Ruffle reassured you. “You’re so cute, moan as much as you want.”

“B-but what if someone hears us…?”

“Oh we’re parked a good ways away, don’t worry!” Clack kissed you as well, bringing a hand between your legs so he could gently rub your clit. Both sensations made you jolt up, taking your hands off your mouth to grip Clack’s shirt. 

“Fuck!! Oh goddd!!” you moaned, much louder than before. 

“Oh look at you! You’re soaked, we knew you’d like this!” Ruffle grinned. “Just keep grinding against my leg, come on now. Be as self indulgent as you’d like~!” And self indulgent you were. The friction, the feeling of both Ruffle wrapping his arms around you and Clack massaging your clit with his massive fingers. Both men just seemed to be watching you. Paying attention to your expression and your movements, both out of curiosity and joy that they were pleasuring you so well. 

“You’re very pretty like this, you know?” Clack kissed your lips, followed by your neck, right under your ear where Jack left another mark on you. “I hope enough people tell you how nice you look.”

“Especially when you’re this close to cumming~!” Ruffle leaned his head against the nap of your neck. “Cmon now, we wanna know how you sound when you’re ready to burst, go on~!” The vibrations got more intense. Both men were so much more feverish and excited with their movements. The kissing, the fondling…too much, it was too too much. You wanted to hug them both, and tried to wrap one arm around both of them as you cried out in pleasure. Oh god…you made an absolute mess on yourself already. The vibrations against Ruffle’s thighs died down, but you still tried to lazily hump him, even after such a loud orgasm. Both men kissed you, and Ruffle lifted your legs up, locking them in his arms and leaving you in an almost full Nelson grip, completely at the two men’s whims like this. 

You only let out a weak yelp, you were nearly limp in his grip, like some little ragdoll for them to play with. 

“Keep 'em like that, Ruffle,” Clack said. “I got a much better angle now, you ready, dear?”

“Y-y-yessss…Yes I am…~!” you moaned. 

“Perfect~!” Clack pressed his fingers back up against your folds, only this time, the same vibrating sensation you felt against Ruffle, was now all focused onto Clack’s fingers. And this time, you could feel them slowly slide into you.

Oh…oh wow, his fingers were thick…two of them were already stretching you out, vibrating so, so hard inside you, your nerves felt like they were on fire.

“How’s that feel…?” Clack asked. “Again…just give us the word and we can stop anytime you want us to.”

“N-no, no it feels, it feels…!” You cried out in ecstasy, his fingers were so deep inside you, and they began pumping back and forth, at a mechanical rate, like you were using a sex toy instead of being fingered. That caught you off guard, but in the best way imaginable. You could barely squirm, barely move, all you could do was swing your legs each time you felt a sudden bolt of pleasure from Clack. He saw your expression, your mouth agape as you moaned loudly for both of them, and he looked pretty accomplished with himself.

“We’re doing a good job, right?” he asked.

“You feel good, yeah?” Ruffle added. “We want you to feel really good.”

“A-and I do…ohhh I really do…” you moaned. “Keep going please…please…!” Both Ruffle and Clack looked at each other, excitement in their eyes, and a big happy grin plastered across both their faces. 

“We’re so happy we could make you feel good!!” Clack exclaimed with joy. The more joyous he sounded, the faster and harder he was against you, and in response you moaned even louder, barely able to do a thing, completely trapped between the two and stimulated to high heavens. Quicker than you realized, you came against Clack’s fingers. Your throat felt a bit sore already just from moaning as much as you did, and you barely had time to recover from that…before suddenly Ruffle turned you upside down, and you barely had room to breathe as the two were pressed against you from both sides. Your legs wrapped around Ruffle, and both of them seemed to take the time to look at just how soaked you were.

“Oh wow you are soaking wet!” Clack exclaimed. “Mm…I kind of want a taste…”

“Well don’t just stand there then, numbnuts,” Ruffle immediately dove in between your legs, and you felt his hot, wet mouth pressed against you. You were way too sensitive now at this point, and this didn’t make things any better. All you could muster was a weak, yet very pleasured whine, only becoming louder when Clack took the time to lean down and lick and suck on your clit. Both their tongues were taking time to explore your most sensitive parts, swapping their tongues either inside you or tasting your swollen, sensitive clit. 

“Fuuuuck…ohhhh fuckkkk!!” you cried out. That was all you could muster before your moaning became completely incoherent and rambled. 

“Mmm…oh you taste good~!” Ruffle pulled away briefly. 

“Taste amazing more like it~!” Clack moaned. “I’m so glad we did this, you’re practically perfect~!” Both of them dove back between your legs, and you felt like you were gonna pass out at this moment. Not just from the blood rushing from your head, but the fact that there was barely a break before being pleasured all over again. 

“I…I…” you could barely utter anything, anything at all. It felt too good and yet it was almost torture having a back to back orgasm. They were both so happy to see how good you felt, and they were both amazing. Your face felt hot, you could feel the blood rushing to your head, and you swore you were close to blacking out. The only thing bringing you back to reality was the fact that you came so suddenly against the both of them, letting out one final squeal of pleasure, before you went completely limp in their arms. Ruffle let go, and let you fall right into Clack’s lap, and you looked completely out of it. 

“Oh uh…whoops,” Clack looked down at you, poking your cheeks. “Did we break them?”

“Nahh, let's just get them back to base,” Ruffle took off his jacket, allowing you to use it as a blanket while Clack went to turn on the sled. You were ready to fall asleep in the sled like this. It was relaxing to hear the motor and the treads move against the snow, so you drifted off asleep…

Up until Clack had shaken you awake suddenly. You don’t know how long it was, but you were back in the main city. 

“Hey, hey hey hey!!” he said. “Let's help you get your clothes and the hat on, you won’t believe who's in town!” 

“H…huh…what…?” you looked up, and saw a crowd out the window. Through that crowd, you saw someone very, very familiar. He stood above the elves all surrounding him, dressed in a nice, sleek red suit with a fluffy white fur coat draped around his shoulders. Gold and white spectacles, dark skin, curly white hair and beard, that large frame of his, and the warm, welcoming smile. You felt a similar excitement that you only remembered when you were young, before you were told Santa Claus was fake. But this was no old guy in a costume, no no, this was the real man.

Just your luck, you could ask him to send you back home!

[ursarangler]

h. ello .

my name is dominique. we are related but that does not matter. i have questions for you .

i am very interested in the strange and unexplained events happening in the regions . i find them very neat . i want to learn more about them as i grow up and. i heard that you went through stuff like that.

i am sorry that happened to you . but also what happened in full . what was celebi like . did you see a. zigazagoon. thank you

thank you for answering my questions . i think you should get more sleep.

— 🎧🐾

▓▒░U(''°��°'')U░▒▓ hey, kiddo! Please don't tell random strangers online that you're related to them with no context!! I'm not mad at you, I just want you to know that you could really scare the life out of a fella doing that!!

For your questions though σ(￣ᴥ￣ʋ⁠) I wouldn't say I've been through much unexplainable stuff. Really, most of it's just the result of a bunch of men with big egos fucking around and finding out. I did experience some odd things growing up in Unova, though!! U⁠^⁠ｪ⁠^⁠U Lots of strangeness in the woods and out in the more rural parts! I can't remember a lot of it, long ago as it was, but one thing I remember is when I was out at a friend's farm late at night. We were out looking for bugs out by the Torchic coops, and suddenly, the Torchics went all quiet. Next thing I know, there's a whistling coming from in the coops. ▼⁠・⁠ᴥ⁠・⁠▼ I had a bad feeling about all of it, but my friend wanted to make sure there wasn't something in there killing all the mons, so he just tells me to go get his ma and pa, picks up a big stick, and charges on in there.

Kid's been a missing person's case for about fifty years now.

Anyways! U⁠^⁠ｪ⁠^⁠U what happened with the Celebi!!

First off, it put up one hell of a fight!! O-(`ᴥ´Q)/ That's to be expected and all I suppose, being a mythical mon! The psychic armor worked a bit, but I still got tossed around a good bit and not to mention the whole U(”⁠ ⁠⊚ᴥ⊚⁠ ⁠”)U time travel thing. But! V⁠●⁠ᴥ⁠●⁠V like I said! The little critter had no physical strength! The moment I got my teeth around the fucker's head, it was over.

I saw Zigzagoon in the past, but they looked kinda... Different? U(⁠・ᴥ・⁠;⁠)U They looked closer to the kinds they got in Galar, but not quite the same. Weird as all get out. I wasn't really paying much mind to them though because I think I showed up in the middle of a war. I'm not sure what they were fighting about. Couldn't understand a word of what their leader said to me. Shit felt like touching down in Kanto all over again. U⁠ ⁠´⁠꓃⁠ ⁠`⁠ ⁠U A damn mess, really. All I knew was they saw me kill a mythical and figured I'd be of use to their side. They were dressed in red, the other side was dressed in blue. I wound up helping them win a crucial battle and took a fair chunk of the blue leaders out in the process. All in all, I think it took a month or so, but I lost track of time real damn quick. It was just so easy to lose myself out there. The pokemon and I fought the same. Claws and teeth. We don't fully grasp our handlers, but we know we have to fight. Destroy. The praise that rained on me when their necks broke. Ain't I the weapon they needed? The weapon to end them all? Am I not death?

▼⁠・⁠ᴥ⁠・⁠▼ where was I going with this?

Oh! U⁠^⁠ｪ⁠^⁠U They gave me an egg for my efforts! All the best fighters over there had big ol' beastly pokemon by their sides so I suppose they wanted me to keep the fella. U(⁠*⁠´ᴥ｀⁠*⁠)U Be kind of rude to turn the ol' fellas down now, huh? It hasn't hatched yet, but I'm keeping a close eye on it.

After all that, they invited me to some sort of star festival. Something about a pokemon that wakes up once every some odd years? ▼⁠・⁠ᴥ⁠・⁠▼ Figured I'd oblige. While I was there, I saw this little creature taking in energy from the stars. Something... Compelled me to speak to it. I don't know what. I figured it could hear me.

I asked it to take me home.

U⁠^⁠ｪ⁠^⁠U And now we're here!! Anyways, hope this answers things!! It's a bit of a long story, but I suppose you don't seem the type to mind the ramblings of an old man. U(⁠ ⁠´⁠◡ᴥ⁠◡⁠`⁠)U

[onlyang3ll]

how do you think drew & yn would react to their 18 year old daughter dating an older guy ?

a/n: GOOD REQUEST!! I hope this is what u were hoping for...k lets give drew and y/n oldest daughter a name this blurb!!! bc I love putting names to characters.

so drew and y/n knew about their daughters new boyfriend. they were informed he was older but didn't know how much older exactly, and she met him through mutual friends.

but they didn't meet him until christmas break. it was christmas eve, drew and y/n threw a party on the 24th of december every year since first got their own place.

family and friends all there. so when their daughter begged drew if her boyfriend could come over that night, he had to give in. he wanted his babygirl to have a great christmas and he did wanna meet the fella.

so y/n finished setting out the finger foods, running her hands down her apron, smiling at her display. it was just now reaching 4 o'clock. people would be arriving soon, she heard the doorbell ding.

"I will get it, its probably just rudy" he was a close friend of drews since obx days. and always arrived early. you swung open the door. you weren't met with rudy but were met with a man that seemed to be in his mid twenties.

"um, hello can I help you?" you smiled, politely. "honey who is it?" drew came walking up behind you, placing a hand on the door. glancing at the man standing on their front porch.

"hello mr and mrs starkey, nice to meet you, I'm mae's boyfriend" the young man held out his hand for a proper shake. drew stepped right up, speechless. when they heard older they thought she meant a year or two.

this man had to be at least five or more years older.

drew gripped onto his hand tightly, shaking. just giving him a bit of a death stare. you grabbed onto drews arm , and smiled. "come in" drew let go and the young man walked in.

your daughter comes running down the stairs, hugging her boyfriend.

drew was shocked, he didn't move. he has seen mae with boyfriends before but they were little middle school boyfriends not grown up men. "daddy, stop staring you look creepy" your daughter glances at you to get your husband to back off.

"come on, will you help me set the ham out?" you gestured for drew to follow you into the kitchen. the minute you were out of sight he started up.

"hell no! that boy out there, scratch that man out there can't not be dating my little girl" he shook his head, you held back a laugh. "oh honey, she isn't a little girl anymore" you pout at him, "he seems polite lets just see how the night goes yeah?" y/n walks over wrapping her arms around drews shoulders to hug him.

"you know I met you when I was twenty two and you were twenty seven.. so really we shouldn't be hypocrites about the age difference." you knew it couldn't be much more than five years between the two.

"ill give him tonight, if he passes the test then okay, if not good riddance." she jokingly wiped his hands. "if you say so, grab the ham."

through the whole night, your daughters boyfriend was so polite to everyone and fit right in, drew hated to admit it but he was not one to deny his daughter of something that brought her happiness.

now her two younger siblings were a bit harder to win over. teenagers are hard to please. but once our son found out he played football in college he approved and our other daughter discovered he offered to pick her up anytime and drive her the two hour drive to see her sister at school, that's what won her over.

and you approved when you seen how much he made your daughters face light up.

as you sat on drews lap, friends all around the den on couches and the floors. our children that grew up like cousins laughing and all catching up, due to some being away at different colleges. you knew drew approved. he could sense the happiness radiating off our first born.

"see he isn't so bad huh?" you whisper into his ear, and he shrugged, looking at you. "she looks so happy, doesn't that just make your heart melt" you teased him more, he was a sucker for his little princess. "I guess, but I see them kiss once I'm shoving my foot up his ass" you just laughed shaking your head.

"I've been waiting for the day mae would bring home a boy, the looks you been giving all night are killer, so if he is putting up with them don't stress it drewsky" rudy came up gripping onto his shoulder.

he always knew how to get under drews skin. "shut up rudy," he flicked his long time friend off.

"so you approve?" you ran your hand against his stubbled cheek, "yeah I approve, but I am only forty five so if I have to kick some ass for breaking my daughters heart, I will" he smiled at you.

[yurtletheturtlehenderson]

S.T. REWRITE - S2:E2; Chapter Two, Trick or Treat, Freak - [Pt. 3 - FINAL PART]

A Will Byers x Reader Series

After Will sees something terrible on trick-or-treat night, Mike wonders whether Eleven’s still out there. Tensions grow between Y/n and Mike as does their concern for Will.

||Reader's POV||

There was a slight hiccup in plans, so I was unable to go over to wills house before hand for trick-or-treating, but thankfully everything was back on track. I ended meeting at mikes house with Dustin and by the looks of it, we had gotten there just in time. Jonathan pulled up and we all waited anxiously for them. The boys started hitting each other with their empty pillow cases and I laughed. Movement up ahead caught my eye and i smiled when I saw will heading our way

"Hey, Egon!"

We all caught up quickly before, planning our route.

"So, Jonathan's not coming?" I asked, knowing that was originally the plan.

Will smiled and told us Jonathan was cool enough to let us go alone, as long as he was back by 9. I smiled at him and linked our arms, as I goofily marched on down the street.

"Tonight we feast, fellas!"

+++

We'd been out for about an hour now, and will had turned on the video camera he brought.

We all waited patiently at the front door, Dustin and Lucas fought over who got to ring the bell. Soon enough a nice lady answered the door.

"Trick or treat!"

"Oh!" She beamed, reaching for the candy bowl. "Well, aren't you cute? The little exterminators." We all tried to hide our disappointment and the unexpected statement, when the lady turned to me.

"And who are you, young lady?" I forced a weak and awkward smile, and I felt the camera pan over to me, I could see Will snickering at the comment.

"Uh," I looked around, and finally shrugged. "It doesn't matter, thank you!" I trailed off, taking the candy. 

The door had closed behind us and the boys did not miss the opportunity to laugh. "Well, at least I'm not an exterminator!" I retort with a laugh.

Lucas began rummaging through his pillow case and sighed. "If I get another 3 Musketeers, I'm gonna kill myself."

"What's wrong with 3 Musketeers?" Dustin asked.

"'What's wrong with 3 Musketeers'?"

"No one likes 3 Musketeers." Mike argued.

"Yeah, it's just nougat?." Will said.

"Uh oh, here we go." I thought.

Dustin was quick to the defense. "Whoa, 'just nougat'? Just nougat? It is top three for me."

"Top three?"

"Top three!"

"Oh God, Give me a break." Mike whined.

"Seriously, I can just eat a whole bowl of nougat. Straight up."

"That's cause you're weird, Dustin." I laughed, as he stuck his tongue out at me.

I had fallen into the head of the group and just as I turned around I was surprised to say the least when I saw a Michael Myers Mask inches from my face, the figure was in all black and swinging a machete.

In my fight or flight response, I screamed, and threw my arms out and pushed the figure away as backed up.

The figure had been laughing, by winced and it's hands flew to to it's arm, holding it and wincing. "Ow, what the hell?"

The voice sounded familiar and with it's free hand, pulled the mask back and we all relaxed when we saw it was Max.

She shook her arm out and frowned, seeming confused, but she looked back at us and laughed.

"Holy shit! You should have seen the look on your faces. Also, your hands are, are like burning up, you might have a fever or something, cause like, what the hell was that. And you?" She pointed at Lucas. "Who screams like that? You sound like a little girl." 

She laughed and continued walking. I looked down at my hands and saw that they were still pretty red. I frowned as I looked at my hands, and rolled up my hands and touched m arm, wincing at how hot it was.

Lately, I've been noticing that it's been getting... worse. More frequent, to be specific. It's getting harder to control, like when I'm caught off guard like this, it's like a reflex and I can't control it. I don't know what's wrong with me, or how this is possible, or even how in the hell I got these abilities, but i can't help but feel more.... isolated. I-

"[Y/N]?"

I looked, up, realizing everyone was heading for the next house, except for Will. He lowered the camera a little.

"Are you okay?" 

I smiled weakly and shook my head. "Yeah, I'm fine." I wanted to tell him my concerns, but the tape was going so I opted not to. "Let's go, we better catch up."

I straightened my head and kept on walking.

+++ 

Some time had passed, and we had stopped by a few houses at Loch Nora. And Max was right, there were a ton of full sized candy bars.

"Another full-size. Like, seriously, rich people are such suckers." Dustin laughed, but then he grew quiet. "Wait, you're not rich, right?"

"No, I live up Old Cherry Road."

"Oh,"

"No, it's fine. I mean, the street's good for skating."

"Mmm, yeah. Totally tubular." Max raised her eyebrows and laughed at Dustin's comment.

"What? Did I say that right? Or is it, like, tubular."

Lucas and Dustin started doing their impression of a surfer, which made Max and I laugh. "Stop, my ears are actually hurting."

I had started to fall behind so I could walk with Mike and Will.

"You okay, Mike? You've been quiet."

He looked between Will and I, Will was now aiming the camera at us.

"Did you agree to this?" 

"What?" Will asked.

"What do you mean?"

Will lowered the camera. 

Mike glared at Max. "To her joining our party."

"It's just for Halloween." Will offered.

"You should have checked with me." He snapped.

I frowned. "Mike, what is your problem?" I asked, annoyed by his sudden behavior.

"She is! She's my problem. She's ruining the best night of the year." With that he stormed off.

"Mike," I called after him, quickly walking to catch up with him. "Mike, we should at last talk about this, Mike-!"

I heard a clatter from where we came from and my instinctively whipped around. I noticed Will wasn't with us.

"Will?" I called out, my heart starting to pound.

I ran back around the corner, and I could hear Mike following me.

I wanted to kick myself for not getting there in time, a bunch of a-hole teenagers were harassing him. Will was laying on his back, looking taken aback and his camera was on the ground with him. But all I could focus on were those bullies who were laughing and pointing at him as they walked away.

I ran after them. "Hey, piss off! You leave him alone, you hear me? Mind your own fucking business, a-holes!"

They just laughed and sneered as they kept on walking. I took a sharp and deep breath, and turned around. I heard Will calling my name, he was frightened.

"Will, are you okay-?"

"[Y/N]! Mike!"

I felt my stomach drop when I saw him. He was pale as a ghost and staring up at the sky. Before I could say or do anything, he turned ran behind some houses.

"Will!" I ran after him and I could hear Mike behind me. 

"What's going on?"

"He must be having another episode. Some assholes cornered him and now he's having an attack. Come on!"

I heard other footsteps join us and I assumed the others overheard and ran after us.

I saw Will stop suddenly and dive behind a ledge. "Will!"

I came around to halt, and saw more frightened than I'd seen him in a while. He was clutching his legs as they were tucked far into his chest, he rocked back and forth, his eyes closed and his breathing heavy."

My heart ached to see him like this. As quickly as my body could register, I reached out to him and put a hand on his shoulder. He jumped when he saw me.

"Will, it's me. It's okay, it's over. It's just me. What happened."

His eyes ere wide and frantic, he was looking around, still in shock.

"Will, I need you to breathe, okay?" He was shaking pretty heavily but he looked at me and nodded, taking deep breathes.

"Holy shit!"

"Is he okay?'

The others had caught up to us. 

"I-I don't know."

Mike knelled down and I moved over so they could talk.

"Will are you hurt? Are you okay?"

"I'm gonna get you home, okay? I'm gonna get you home. Hold on."

I stood up and offered my hand, Mike did the same. Will grabbed our hands and shakily stood up, he still hadn't said a word.

I grabbed an arm and started soothing him. That was when Mike snapped at me. "I got him."

I just stood there in shocked silence.

Even Dustin seemed put off by his behavior. "Mike?"

"Keep trick-or-treating. I'm bored anyways." He had a weird venom in his voice, and my blood began to boil.

We all stared after them. I was very angry at Mike, but more than anything I as worried about Will, and I just wanted to make sure he was okay.

"What's wrong with him?"

I felt anger and sadness blending together and I stormed off. I wanted to run after Mike and give him a piece of my mind, but I knew that's not what Will needs right now. I stopped short when I saw Will's camera and candy bag. I sighed, all the anger leaving my body and all that was left was worry.

I walked over and knelled down, pickup the camera and checking it. Thankfully, it seemed to still be in good shape, nothing other than some scratches and a dent in the plastic but other than that it seemed fine. I sighed, and turned off the camera, having realized it was still on. I closed it up and knelled back down, picking up his pillow case full of candy. 

My mind was racing, and but it never seemed to leave Will. 

||3rd Person POV||

"It's like... It's like I'm stuck."

Mike and Will had made it back to Mike's house. Will was currently waiting for Jonathan to show up, and the two were hiding out in the basement. Just before they had gotten to the house, [Y/N] had caught up to them, returning Will's camera and candy. She checked in with Will and quietly slipped away, something the boys couldn't help but feel a little bad for, Mike specifically.

Will had calmed down enough and he trembled ever so slightly as he recalled the encounter.

"Like, like, stuck in the Upside Down?" Mike asked gently.

"No." Will sighed, trying to find the right words. "You know how on a View-Master, when it get's like..." Will struggled with the words and gesturing.

"Caught between two slides?"

"Yeah. Like that. Like, one side's our world, and the other... the other slide is the Upside Down."

Mike was quiet s tried to understand all that was being said, all the while Will continued. "And there was this noise coming from everywhere."

Mike noticed the look in Will's eye, it was distant like he wasn't there. "And then I saw something."

"The demogorgon?"

"No. It was like this huge shadow in the sky. Only, it was alive. and it was coming for me."

"Is this all real?" Mike asked gently. "Or is it like the doctors say, all in your head?"

"I don't know. Just..." Will looked to Mike desperately. "Just please don't tell the others, okay? Especially [Y/N]. I don't want her to worry, and... and I know she's got a lot of stuff to worry abut already. And the others, they... They won't understand."

Mike looked to his lap and nodded. "Eleven would."

Will recalled all the stories they would tell him about Eleven. This made Will perk up. "She would?"

"Yeah. She always did."

The boys grew silent and Mike smiled sadly. "Sometimes I feel like, I can still see her. Like she's still around, but she never is." he shook his head, sniffling ever so slightly. "I don't know. Sometimes I feel like I'm going crazy."

"Me, too."

Mike looked to his best friend and smiled weakly. "Hey, well, if we're both going crazy, then we'll go crazy together, right?"

Will chuckled lightly, and smiled at Mike. "Yeah. Crazy together."

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"[Y/N], are you sure you're okay, you seem kinda not fine" Dustin called after his sister as she walked sadly into the house.

Her only reply was the front door slamming shut. Dustin sighed and was about to go after her when he heard a noise coming from behind him. He froze in place, and ever so slowly turned around. He stared at the metal trashcan as he heard the strange noise again. It was strange, high pitched growl.

"Mews," he called softly, not believing for a second i twas his mother's cat. "is that--"

The trash can moved suddenly with a loud echoing thud and Dustin gasped, dropping his bag of candy on the pavement. His heart was racing and he kept telling himself that there had to be reasonable explanation but for the life of him he could not think of one. Dustin slowly reached behind his back and pulled out his "proton blaster" and aimed it at the trash.

He slowly and cautiously stalked forward.

The high pitched growl echoed off in a metallic manner once more and the trash can shook.

He crept further. "Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit."

It chirped and growled. 

He stepped closer.

It growled again.

This is it, He thought, Now or never.

Dustin summoned every scrap of courage he could muster and let out his best battle cry as he ripped the lid off the trash can, and aiming his blaster at the bottom of the can.

He froze suddenly, staring at the strange sight before him.

"Holy sh-"

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HEYA could I have a written ship please for nct! ok err I'm 157cm (short) I have long and wavy dark brown hair and grey/idk eyes. I am determined and passionate and will annoy you because I love shouting. I'm really into art and design and want to do it as a career in the future!!!! Personality wise I'm quite bossy and sensitive so yeah I will cry and want attention when I'm sad (don't normally hide my feelings) ENFP (Myers's Briggs) err I dunno and I like health like a lot so I eat healthy thnx

Hello! Sorry for the wait! Exciting news! This account has turned 1 as of yesterday! Aww we a lil baby

ANNNNNDDDD Today another beautiful baby turns 18 today! Happy birthday Mark!!

Goodness time really does pass by quick… 

Anyways onto your ship:

For your ship I will not be using anything that describes what you look like. I figured it be best you submit a selca ship rather than put it in a written ship. If you want you can always submit a selca ship to us and we will be happy to answer it.

 I noticed your an ENFP which is the same as my mom so I think I know a little bit more now. Usually this is actually very little description since people give us their whole life story so this was pretty short. But since you put ENFP I think I understand a bit more about you. Honestly you must be a really good person to be around. 

You didn’t say which NCT subunit you wanted me to ship you with therefore I have to pick a subunit. For this ship I will be shipping you with NCT Dream. If you want a ship with any of the other units please feel free to send another ship in! 

In NCT Dream I ship you with Jisung! 

Yes that is right! I ship you with no other than Park Jisung!

 Now for writing about NCT Dream I tend to be careful because I don’t know them as much as NCT 127 or U, but just enough to get a sense of who they are. (That basically means I watched a bunch of videos with Jisung in it for this ship) Okay OKay now don’t blame me I don’t know much on NCT Dream, I support them but I have a hard time trying to get a sense on who they are. 

But honestly Jisung is such a meme like even I the meme student is amazed at his talent. Which by the way if you haven’t noticed this kid has so much TALENT.

Here are some things that made me want to ship you with Jisung

You know who you are // Confidence 

Similar in personality 

Engaging 

When I read your description you seem to know who you are what you like and how you will behave to certain things. That itself shows a lot of confidence just burning fiery red. You also pointed out what people see as downpoints but you show honesty. Which I think Jisung will take time to admire but he will find himself liking that you share all of you. You don’t share just the good things about you, but you share all of you and who you really are. It’s like, yeah i’m annoying and loud and bossy but emotional and if you can’t handle that then don’t even consider being with me fella. Honestly respect man. 

I would say you and Jisung are pretty similar. I don’t know the details but I find that you have a very similar persona. You’re both energetic, curious and you both show who you are to the world. Both of you have excellent communicating skills. (Even though it takes some time to get comfortable with communicating.) The more I look into his Zodiac sign the more I see how both of you match. 

I also find that you’re engaging. From what your ENFP says, you’re a pretty interesting person to talk to. You are on a road call life and you aren’t afraid to take some risk along the journey. I find that Jisung is a bit shy sometimes and you can really bring out his inner silliness. He’s a bit shy at first but I promise you he will find ways to comfortably communicate with you in ways both of you don’t find awkward. 

 Understanding is something that I see Jisung looking for in a partner. I get the sense that he wants to make you happy but second thinks about what he could do better. Even though he’s blunt and most likely to not taking any chances when he sets his mind to something (similar to your determination) he might take some steps back. 

It’s like him saying, “I don’t know if I can continue this journey with you. I want to make you happy by continuing but i’m having second thoughts.” 

But you respond, “It’s okay to take a step back for a little while. You don’t have to continue just to make me happy. Instead you should choose an option that makes you happy and I will be happy with it.”

That my friend scored you Golden Brownie points with him. 

*Sings violently* IIIIiiiiIIiIiIiiItttttttttttttTTTTTSSSSS 3 FREKAING AMMMMMMMMM ANF LIFE LLOOKKKSS SOOO BEAUTIFULL.

But with every relationship comes a downfall.These are things I noticed that might not be compatible in the ship but are minor. 

These are things I noticed and I do not mean to offend you in any way. Simply these are minor things that play into the ship. If anything I have put down has offended you please do not hesitate to contact me and I will immediately put it out of the ship. 

Dominance

Overly emotional

You have a lot dominate traits to you. Your determined, passionate, bossy which show that you could be the dominate.  Although you are ENFP, I see that maybe you are just more of taking the lead. This isn’t a big problem due to the fact that Jisung may enjoy of a more equal ratio. You’re understanding and will do whatever it takes to make your partner smile which I thinks helps balance the ratio on who takes the lead. 

It says here on ENFP that you are overly emotional. With Jisung (based on zodiac and overall persona) he is not one to handle emotions the same way you do. Yes he is emotional has feelings but overwhelming feelings may cause him to be in shock. It is like a beast he is scared to tame. He knows he can handle the beast but he is scared he might screw up. There will be conflict there but the end result seems to end decently. 

Remember, these are all minor things. They don’t occur much but they do play into the compatibility. Overall I think this is one heck of a great ship. This is a beautiful ship and that compatibility with each other is amazing. I would personally give this ship a 94% compatibility. 

I loved writing this ship! I found myself smiling throughout the whole thing. If you want you can send another request for a different subunit. Maybe even send in a selca ship? Have a lovely day beautiful~ 

(Sorry for any grammar mistakes ^^)

-Admin Taelily

[mytastessuck]

Ween: The Pod

Ah, the album that nearly killed the band. An underrated part of the band's history, this album was recorded when Dean and Gene came down with a mean (Not Mean Ween, the handsome gentleman on the cover) case of mononucleosis which they self-medicated with huffing, explaining 100% of the songs on this album as well as a few flashbacks on future ones. I've always liked a few songs from this album but it took a couple of listens for it to grow on me. But trust me, when you give this album a chance, you will not only gain a new appreciation for music, you can pretty much listen to anything.

1. Strap on That Jammypac

A great way to introduce the album with the sheer what-the-fuckness of the warbling voice that sets you up for a hell of a lead-in instruments tackling you to the floor and beating the shit out of you in the name of the Boognish. Taste the curb, bitch.

10/10

2. Dr. Rock

One of the more recognizable songs from this album. You can clearly hear the guys having fun with this track to the point that it can be seen as a leftover from The Oneness. A great punk track that can kill vermin with how wild it is.

15/10

3. Frank

I know I'm supposed to be thinking about this Frank guy but this song just makes me hungry. My family wants me to cut back on cheese because that's unhealthy all of a sudden. Combine this with the fact that I can only eat fries if I get take-out and it looks like bad times are ahead for your friend. Now I'm sad.

9/10

4. Sorry Charlie

Geez, this Charlie guy sounds like a real sad sack. I feel pretty bad for hi---girlfriend in high school? Wow, never mind. Hope the diddling was worth surfing from couch to couch, Seth Rogen in Pineapple Express. Dreary...for the girl.

9/10

5. The Stallion (Part 1)

Yes...finally a song that lets people know who they're fucking with. Hint: it's the wrong person. Nicely garbled and violently vulgar, I think I speak for ever single American when I say this song should replace the pledge of allegiance.

50/10

6. Pollo Asado

Ah, the wonders of ordering food. Nice back and forth here, real distant and creepy...great, I'm hungry again. And I want lemonade. IT'S MY MONEY, I CONTROL MY DIET!

8/10

7. Right to the Ways and the Rules of the World

A sad song about how the cosmos truly work. Truly full of despair, can't you hear the instruments and the sorrowful voice? Don't pay attention to the laughter near the end. Pay attention to the incense coming from outside. Seems self-defeating, doesn't it? Just like the universe...

11/10

8. Captain Fantasy

My favorite song from the album and the best one to randomly sing to yourself on the subway when you're blitzed on Long Island Iced Teas from Ease. Awesome sound on this track and no other one can challenge that.

100/10

9. Demon Sweat

Surprisingly chill for the sludgefest of this album. I'm guessing this must have been the most difficult song for them to record considering how slow it sounds. An essential listening for people who need to know how nice Ween can jam.

66/10

10. Molly

What a nice fucked track that makes you think you managed to break the device you're listening to it on. I hope Molly appreciates that this song is better than the entirety of what my neighbors blast as they roll past the apartment window. I'm on the tenth goddamn floor. Turn down your fucking music!

17/10

11. Can U Taste The Waste?

Pretty everything is a waste except this song. So dirty, so brown, so good. Send this song through the sewers to battle dragons and rescue princesses instead of that Italian sell-out.

40/10

12. Don't Sweat It

This dude tells me not to sweat it but it's hard not to when the guitar is this violent is the percussion is this taunting. And here you are talking about tea again! I am going to let my family have it at our next meeting.

10/10

13. Awesome Sound

Look, Awesome Sound, I hate to be the one to tell you this but despite how tight you are, you're not best banger on the album. That's Captain Fantasy. Good effort with the strumming though.

10/10

14. Laura

Another beautifully garbled song about a man killing himself over a chick. Or maybe he's gonna kill other people. Tough to tell. Guys and gals, there's always fish in the sea. And one of the most important fish is you. Don't bump yourself off because one or more don't want to swim in your current.

10/10

15. Boing

A tribal (can I say that? I'm black and it sounds wrong) chant over sound drowned beats creates a nice scene to bong mask yourself to. Something tells me this should be the track you listen to when you stare at the album cover in a dark room for several hours.

9/10

16. Mononucleosis

Finally, we get to the root of the madness. Gene croons about the band getting so sick that they couldn't smoke or drink it away or play with their lovely cat. If that was the case, I would pray Komm, Susser Tod too. A freaky sludgy story that can legally give you a fever, do not mess this tale.

11/10

17. Oh My Dear (I Must Be Falling In Love)

My second favorite song that remains juvenile yet more serious than Ween's previous romantic output. Short, sweet and sounding like something SongDrops would put out if they hired better musicians, seduce your boo at your next sleepover with this.

90/10

18. Sketches of Winkle

And we're back to punk. Fast-paced, hard and loud enough to wake up a man that slept for a hundred years, this song will stick in your head for days on end.

50/10

19. Alone

Aaaaaaaaand back to soft. Very mellow, very chill. You can put this song as the ending to Texhnolyze and nobody would be the wiser because it is that much of a downer. Geez, I hope this is as dark as the band gets, eh?

9/10

20. Moving Away

More mellowness. Let's hope this song is talking about the guys moving out of their hellhole of an apartment. Escape the mold, fellas.

8/10

21. She Fucks Me

A bit slower about a girl that fucks. She fucks Gene, she fucks Dean, she fucks me, she fucks all of us. It's I'm guessing the guys were running out of steam at this point but this song is still pretty cool.

10/10

22. Pork Roll Egg And Cheese

A tune that wouldn't be out of place on Spongebob (wink), Ween sings about their love for a balanced breakfast in this nice ditty. Picks up at the tune of the album at the end and sets us up for a doozy.

10/10

23. The Stallion (Part 2)

Come hither for the album closes out by reminding the listeners of who they shouldn't fuck with, mang. Mr. Ed ain't got nothing on this shit where a man reveals that he runs the show. Nice way to close out an album.

75/10

Album Score: 27.7/10

Next week, we will tackling one Ween's objectively two best albums, Pure Guava. See you there.