#halloween is its only saving grace

[hybbat]

It feels so wrong and unpleasant when its fall and its cold and the plants are all withering away until Everything is uncomfortably exposed... and it's still bright blue sunny skies. It's like being openly and blatantly lied to your face. Like at least give me some clouds or rain so everything doesn't feel so completely empty and dead.

[highvern]

Houdini

Pairing: Kwon Soonyoung x f!reader

Genre: smut, hint of fluff at the end

warnings: drinking, allusion to drug use, sub hoshi likes when reader is mean to him, oral sex (f. receiving), fingering, protected sex, reader calls hoshi a furry more than once, cumshot, hair pulling, reader wears bunny ears

Length: ~5.3k

Note: this started as a prologue to a different fic but i wanted it to become its own fic. danke @gyuswhore for being my torture subject as always as well as @onlyhuis @temptaetions @cheolism

Summary: The guy wearing a tiger onesie and ripping a bong in the corner might not be the most promising prospect of the night. But you've got a point to prove and a bet to win. series m.list: Green Light [s], Yuck [f], Talk [a, s, f], Casual [a, s, f], Mine [s], espresso [f, s]

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The cramped living room is hazy with the smell of pot, cut by cheap led strip lights painting everything in violets and blues. Butt numb from the stiff armrest of the couch, you adjust the bunny ears on your head for the fifth time in the twenty minutes you’ve sat there.

Everyone else skitters around, dressed as different animals. More bunnies, a few cats, a guy dressed like a dinosaur hogging a joint. It’s someone’s birthday; a friend of a friend you’ve never met, but the promise of free alcohol before heading downtown isn’t even close to the worst way to spend your time. It’s why you fished out the dumb satin bunny ears from your closet; a relic from Halloweens past when you needed a cheap excuse to wear something scandalous in public with little judgment. 

June disappeared thirty minutes ago to find the birthday boy, leaving your entire group to mingle until she returns. 

You intently listen as Lily vents about her work crush for the nth time. His name is of no relevance, but she’s convinced herself it's love despite the fact he possesses fewer brain cells than a rock. A proven fact since he didn’t know the difference between consonants and vowels despite being well into his twenties.

“Why all the talk about relationships?” you interrupt. “Can we please have one night where we don’t talk about guys.”

“Some of us want boyfriends.” Anna rolls her eyes. 

“And yet, you can find one hundred percent of the benefits of one with zero effort. At least without all the mind games you two go through every week.”

“Easy for you to say.” Anna argues. “You’re like the poster girl for no-commitment sex.”

“I like what I like,” you shrug. “Not guys that say they want a relationship and then claim you're moving too fast when you ask him to treat you like a person.”

Lily gives an exasperated groan to the ceiling. “We get it. You hate romance.”

“I don’t hate it. I just like to be realistic. Most guys are good for one thing and I happen to admire them for that.”

“Do you realistically think you can get any guy here to sleep with you?” Anna asks. 

Any guy is a stretch. You’re easy but not without standards. Taken men are strictly off the menu. Along with weirdos or guys that look like they’ve never seen the inside of a shower. Anyone looking for a relationship typically removes themself from the running after figuring out you aren’t looking to be saved or changed, just a warm body that’s easy on the eyes.

“Pick anyone and if I pull him you owe me breakfast tomorrow.” You challenge them with a smirk. It’s slim pickings so early in the night, but nothing you can’t work with.

“Okay, then.” Lily agrees. “What about him?”

It takes you a moment to decipher who her manicured finger is pointing at. There's a small crowd in the corner of the room, guys too scared to mingle or uninterested in anything beyond their circle jerk. But he’s easy to spot; a tiger onesie and a dark crop of hair are all the details you get from this far away.

He seems to be the main entertainer of the bubble. Hands fly in different directions, chaotic but graceful. Now that you’re locked onto him, the boom of his voice floats under the heavy music. Tiger guy isn't your usual type. He’s lithe and lean; maybe a dancer or something athletic. You like them tall and domineering. It makes it that much sweeter when they try to dominate you, only to be beaten at their own game. Mingyu wasn’t your A-list fuck buddy for no reason. A damn shame he moved away at the end of last year.

But the man Lily’s picked will do what you need him to; prove a point and grant you a free meal. If you get at least one orgasm out of it then that’ll be a bonus. Chugging the last of your drink (which smells like nail polish remover and paint thinner had a very toxic baby), you drop the empty cup into Anna’s hand.

“And we want proof!” Anna calls as you stalk toward the far wall.

One of the other guys he’s talking to sees you approach, and you watch the way his eyes convey your presence, nearly bugging out of his skull. A gentle tap on tiger guy’s shoulder has him turning to greet you.

Confusion clouds his face. He’s cuter than you expected, with furrowed eyebrows and a pout that draws your eyes to his mouth with curiosity. You’ll find out their talents soon enough. 

“Hi,” you smile.

“Hi?” he parrots.

“I’m Y/N.” Eyes round with faux innocence, you make a point to take a few seconds staring at his mouth before meeting his curious gaze.

“Soonyoung.”

Soonyoung. The name rolls along your tongue easily. You light up at the way his eyes follow the curve of your mouth around the sound. It’s too easy.

Pushing forward, chest to chest; raising on your toes. You relish in another shiver at the brush of your mouth against his ear. “Is this your party?”

“Yeah, it’s my roommate’s birthday,” he says.

So that’s who June knows. 

“Cool. Wanna show me your room?”

“What?” You can hear the record scratch in Soonyoung’s brain; see the disbelief in his eyes.

Stepping into his space, your gaze burns a path from his lips to his eyes before you repeat, “your room?”

“Yeah, yeah. I can…definitely do that. This way!”

His own friends, still circled in the corner, gape in their own disbelief. Soonyoung has you charging through the crowded living room and down the hallway. Good. Even more bodies fill the narrow space but he nearly pushes them aside, waving off any grunts of discontent at his roughness.

You pass several doors on each side, all closed from prying eyes but you don’t have an interest anyway. His room is at the end of the long passage. A whiteboard with a crude image of a tiger and a rainbow hangs at eye level, coupled with ‘TamTam + Hoshi 5ever’ but you don’t have time to admire the art before you’re inside.

“So, this is it,” Soonyoung announces, hands wringing in front of his chest nervously. 

The tiger thing isn’t so much a coincidence and more of a theme. A poster of a tiger hangs on the wall above the dresser. But it’s not the worst of it. His bed hosts several plushies, all different sizes and shapes but certainly tigers. 

Whipping around, you eye him with incredulity. “Are you a fucking furry?”

“No!” He shakes like a bobblehead. Like he’s had to explain it dozens of times before. “It’s a joke! From college, with my friends.”

“A joke where you collect tiger memorabilia as a grown man?” You shoot back.

“It’s not that bad.”

Eyebrows flying to your hair line, you make a sweep of the room. “You have a framed picture of a tiger, are wearing a tiger suit, and have a miniature army of stuffed animals.” 

“Okay, maybe it is that bad, but I’m not a furry.”

If he was hiding more of the garish pattern out of sight you wouldn’t be surprised. For good measure, you fold over the blanket of his bed and sigh relief to find navy sheets instead of orange. You’ve slept with weirder guys for less but it’s nice to know he isn’t that weird.

“Whatever you say. But if you ask me to wear a tail, I’ll walk back out there and tell everyone.”

You peel your shirt off without another word. Once your vision is free of the fabric, you’re met with a starstruck man — mouth open, eyes skimming your chest, and what seems to be a half-chub tenting his pants. You revel in the silent awe rolling off him, preening at the attention. So easy.

But Soonyoung seems to come to his senses when you start working on the zipper holding together the back of your skirt shut.

“Woah, okay. We don’t have to go so fast,” he says, taking a step in your direction.

“So I should put my shirt back on?” You make for it like the threat is real.

“Let’s not be too hasty! I’m just saying, maybe we should, like, talk a bit first?”

Your feet carry you until there’s barely a breath between his body and your own. Soonyoung’s shirt brushes against your naked stomach with each stuttered breath as you eye his lips. “Well, do you wanna talk or do you want your dick sucked? Because I can only do one at a time.”

“Definitely the second one,” Soonyoung starts, dipping his hands to your ass for a harsh squeeze while shepherding you to his bed.

His mouth tastes like smoke and need. A disgusting combination if not for your tipsy brain easily ignoring it in favor of focusing on the roughness of his touch.

Soonyoung is eager, to say the least. He can’t touch you fast enough; hands darting from your ass, to your sides, to your breasts, and back down again. If this was happening at your apartment you’d tie him down and refuse to let him feel anything at all just to watch him squirm. 

You manage to flip him under you, pinning him in place with your thighs to rest across his lap like a throne. Taking the change in stride, he uses the new angle to mouth over your bra; sucking harshly at your covered nipples till they stiffen for his fingers to pinch at.

“Condoms?”

Soonyoung shakes his head. 

Digging the heel of your hand into his forehead successfully unlatches the suction around your nipple.  He pouts at the interruption.

“You don’t have condoms?”

“I do, but I’m not about to fuck you after two seconds of making out,” Soonyoung argues. “I‘m not even hard yet.”

Shocked by the sudden attitude, you huff before rolling your hips down. You're met with a familiar lump pressing into the crotch of your pants, and Soonyoung has the nerve to simply return to his previous task as you rock against him again.

“Liar,” you pant after a delicious drag of his teeth on your collarbone and his cock against your ass.

You stay locked like that for a while, writhing against one another as clothes come off without abandon. Your bra first, then the damn tiger onesie. Soonyoung gets you on your back before flipping up your skirt and pulling your panties to the side, revealing your drenched center.

He sucks a bruise on your nipple, tongue messy as he explores what’s between your legs with a gentle stroke of his fingers.

“Can I go down on you? Please say yes.” Soonyoung traces the request across your chest with more nips of his teeth. 

“You have to ask?”

“Consent is sexy.”

“You sound like a PSA,” you comment. “But, yeah go ahead.”

Your hips lift to aid in removing the last scraps of clothing. There’s no shyness as you spread your legs wide, flashing the aftermath of a good make-out session for Soonyoung eyes only.

“Oh my god,” he moans.

The heat of his breath fans across your folds, sending a shiver down your spine. He doesn’t even blink as you clench from the aching need to be filled with whatever he’s ready to offer,

“What?”

“This is gonna make me sound weird again, but you have a really pretty pussy.”

Not something any previous partners have chosen to comment on, but you preen under the compliment. “Thanks.”

“No. Thank you,” Soonyoung says before looking at the ceiling. “God, thank you so much for blessing me like this.” 

“Stop being lame or I'll leave.” 

“Sorry, you’re hot.” He says it like an accusation. “Just wanted to let the universe know I recognize that and appreciate it.” 

“How about you recognize the fact I’m drying up as we speak?” 

“No you aren’t,” Soonyoung argues. “You’re dripping on my sheets.” 

Your hand skates across your front, falling between your thighs. Like hypnosis, he watches with rapt attention as you frame your clit between two fingers, giving a clear target for his attention. 

“Then do something about it.”

With a hand fisted in his hair, he does. An aggressive suck against your clit without warm-up sends a tremor through your core. Your fingers knot in his hair, twisting until he’s forced away from your cunt with a petulant frown. 

“If you keep licking my clit like a scratch off I will make you cry.” A jostle of the bed tells how effective your words are. “Oh my god. Did you just?” 

“I’ve never been threatened in bed before, okay? I'm just as shocked as you.”

He hides the embarrassment by wedging back between your thighs, gentler than before, lapping away the new flood of arousal from his responsiveness. A thrill hums down your spine and settles where Soonyoung’s mouth returns to work. His shoulders burn hot against the underside of your thighs, every surge of muscle rocking you back into the slick of his tongue. 

“Fuck.”

“Better?” he asks around a mouth full of pussy.

There might very well be a crowd at the door listening to every lewd squelch and pathetic whine, but you don’t care. A little direction, a grind of your hips when he does well and the sting of your nails when he gets ahead of himself does wonders. Soonyoung is eager to please and impress. You could probably lay here for an hour without a complaint for him; if anything, he’d actively encourage such indulgence if it meant your approval. 

It makes the temptation to overwhelm him too sweet to ignore. 

One of the hands flat against your stomach falls away easily, knotting his fingers through yours because of course he’d be the type to hold hands during sex. It’s cute, but that fondness is stomped down for something safer. 

Like sucking two fingers between your lips like it's his cock.

Soonyoung grunts frustration straight into your core, refusing to watch you wet his hand even when you moan at the prod against the back of your throat. Another hump against the mattress as an edge of teeth drags over his knuckles. 

You can’t help but laugh as he scrambles to stretch you across them. He curls one slowly, like you’ll object. When you don't, Soonyoung adds the other and resettles your thigh so he can watch them disappear inside. His knuckles return even more soaked and even you can’t pretend it isn’t a turn-on. 

“Fuck, you’re so hot.”

Before you can respond, he’s licking away the fresh wave of wetness from his praise. It isn’t new information, but Soonyoung is impossibly earnest and you’re pretty sure if he came from eating you out he’d be just as satisfied as if you fucked him.

“Gimme a third.”

Soonyoung moans like he’s the one getting off as he does what you ask. 

Your legs lock, sore at the hips from being dragged to the edge so quickly. It bubbles just under the surface. Too far away where you can’t reach it but know Soonyoung can. He knows it too by the way you whisper his name. 

“If you touch yourself right now will you cum?” 

“Probably.” 

“Good.” You're overeager, just like the man between your legs, but the idea he can get off from eating you out can’t be ignored. “Show me.” 

“If you make me cum twice tonight I will talk to my therapist about you, so no.”

You whine a protest. Something that would sound far more responsible falling from his lips in the established dynamic, but you don’t care. One of your feet wedges between the bed and his crotch, toeing along the bulge still hidden behind a pair of thin boxers.

“Is it not enough that I might cum from you insulting me, you have to see it happen?” He asks. 

The picture behind your eyelids is nothing short of demonic; pulling Soonyoung’s boxers down and the inside sticky with cum, but his cock still hard because once is definitely not enough. Or streaks of white coating his chest and thighs, the perfect trail to trace your tongue over. 

You don’t even have a chance to share the fantasy before he splits you on his tongue again. Firmer this time, with a hard press to your knees that has you vulnerable and exposed. He keeps his tongue flat and heavy on your clit. Perfect to grind up against until you shudder.

Since you can’t get Soonyoung to give in, you settle for ruining any future encounter he might have by making a show.

Your fingers tickle up your stomach, nails raising goosebumps at the soft touch. Back and forth and back and forth, a little higher each time until you catch the hill of your chests and circle the hard peaks. There's no reason to ease into it, not when you sneak a glance down and find a pair of brown eyes framed between your legs.

The way he watches makes you feel dirty. Nipples pebbled between your fingers, you arch into his next move. His tongue stays flat for you to use. You curl into it, humping Soonyoung’s face like he’s nothing more than a toy to get off on. 

“Shit, shit, shit.” 

He’s definitely slipped a fourth finger inside. The stretch borders just on the edge of pain but you take it in stride. Soonyoung looks like he might cum before you do. 

“I’m – oh. Just like that.” You groan deep from your core. 

Your clit is throbbing with sensitivity as he continues to coax pleased sounds from your tongue. Heating from the inside out, your hands abandoned the torture on your chest in favor of keeping Soonyoung in place so you can rut against him.

A switch flips with your next moan. Hands on your stomach, your breasts, shoving your thighs out of the way as he digs into your cunt like the best meal the world will know. 

“Cum for me. Please let me see you come,” Soonyoung begs. 

Fizzling out, you do what he asks. Your stomach tenses for a second and then you fly off the mattress from locked muscles. 

Soonyoung doesn’t stop as you twitch, nor when you kick an ankle into his side. Maybe you go a little wet at the eyes as he forces you straight into a second orgasm without an ounce of reprieve but it's probably coincidence.

Soonyoung finally moves away at an inhuman whine. His mouth is stained with the taste of you, but he wears it well. It almost makes you want to push him back down and see if you can survive a third orgasm.

To stop from blindly following temptation, you roll until you’re sat in his lap. You must look as disheveled as you feel; sweaty and strung out. Ready for more.

“Wait,” he sighs with the pain of a man delaying his own gratification. “Wear these.”

The wrinkled satin bunny ears knocked from your head earlier come back into view. Soonyoung doesn’t  even pretend to be ashamed as he plants them back on your head before finding the dip of your waist again.

You hate the idea of giving in so easily, but Soonyoung’s need rolls off him in thick waves feeding straight to your ego.  “Oh, but you’re not a furry?” 

His cock fits well against the curl of your fingers as you stroke him, standing tall and proud from his lap. Oddly enough, you get his earlier sentiment. You’ve never thought of a dick as pretty but Soonyoung’s is nice. Red and leaking at the tip, you’re tempted to duck your chin and get a taste, but Soonyoung drags you up to his mouth before you can even make a good faith try.

“Stop being mean to me or I’ll bust a nut,” he whines.

“Can’t have that,” you snicker. “Condoms?”

“Drawer.”

The door slams open in your haste. It’s a mess of lube, sex toys, and random chargers. Who keeps a phone charger where their lube is? Too eager for the promise of such a pliable partner doesn’t leave with an interest in asking, and the way he continues to suck at your throat isn’t helping. Until you find something that stokes your curiosity even more.

“Soonyoung. What are these?” 

A set of fuzzy tiger print cuffs dangle from your fingers. The jokes write themselves. But you ignore the re-occurrence of orange and black because you really want to know if he likes bondage. (Hopefully it’s a yes. Even more hopeful is he likes to be on the receiving end.)

“Birthday present.”

“Your friends are weird,” you say. “Have you used them?”

He looks shy, like he hasn’t just asked you to don animal ears and ride him into the mattress. Handcuffs are nothing in comparison but you wait out the nerves flashing on his face. “Maybe.”

“On who?”

“Umm…”

“Have you been handcuffed?” 

Do you want to be? The idea is just another fantasy you’ll think about later in the dark of your room when you need a quick way to get off. 

“No.”

“Lame,” you tease before tossing them to the floor and shoving a foil packet into his chest.

Soonyoung’s ability to multitask is nonexistent. Not when your nipping his ear lobe and whispering how bad you want him to fuck you; how you can’t wait to feel him inside you; how big his dick is. Perfect flattery that makes him whine and fumble the condom over and over again until you grant clemency and do it yourself.

His hands are rough against your ass as you slip him inside, slow because you want him to suffer just a little bit. Your thighs scream in protest at the angle but Soonyoung looks at you like he’s watching a miracle unfold and the discomfort is more than worth it.

If there was time, you’d let him fuck you from behind just to see how he’d fair with such a visual, but this is already dragging out too long. Soonyoung looks like he needs more time to adjust to the way he’s digging in your walls than you do. So you keep theme and start bouncing on his cock just to watch him go insane.

“God,” he grunts, neck strained and a vein rising on his forehead. “You’re fucking tight. Shit.”

Your eyelids flutter shut in focus. “Keep talking. Tell me how it feels.”

“Feels amazing, oh my god. You’re so wet.”

Your pelvis tilts so he can meet each stroke from below. The slap of skin on skin drowns out any other noise; the music, the screaming partygoers just outside. If someone walks by his door they’ll figure out what's happening in a second. Makes you want Soonyoung to be louder.

“You’re so hard for me.” 

You sink flat until your ass is cradled against the firmness of his thighs. You use the leverage to sit up and give an uninterrupted view of your front; how your breasts bounce with each movement, where his cock sinks deep into your guts without any resistance.

“All for you,” he nods, eyes wild and unfocused. There’s sweat on his neck and you can’t fight the sick urge to suck against the muscle laying underneath. “Fuck you make me so hard.”

“Should’ve let me suck your dick.”

“I know,” he whines. An arm loops around your waist, crowding you into the sheets from a smooth flip. An open mouth kiss, really just panted breath and tongue, distracts you further. A thumb at your chin keeps you pliant to whatever he wants.

He rocks deeper, as if it's possible. Surges right into that spot that curls your chest tight with rough fluidity. Your thighs fold wide to give him room.

One of your hands rubs at your clit to catch up.

“God, yeah, touch yourself for me.” Soonyoung whines. “Can you come again?”

He’s not just a sub, he’s a sadist.

“I—”

“Please,” he begs with a hard rush. 

“Yeah, okay,” you mumble. “Fuck me harder. Make me cum on your cock.”

You dig your free hand in his hair, tugging until it stings at the roots just the way he likes. The reward is another harsh rut of his hips that leaves you gasping for air. 

“Fuck. Right there, baby,” you moan along with the sloppy noise echoing between your thighs. “Don’t stop.”

You scramble to grab his ass, pulling him flush against you for the perfect angle to batter your insides. Your skins on fire as you tumble closer and closer to that point of no return. 

“Soonyoung!” you gasp. It’s right there. That blissful ending is just a hairwidth away. 

“God, you’re so hot,” he folds in half as he says it, crushing you underneath his body until you're bent in half in his lap with the wet of his tongue at your jaw. “Cum for me, cum on my cock.”

You twist tighter under his insistence, shrinking and shrinking, and then — finally — it splinters. The waves rock through you, head forced back into the pillows from the force of moans wrecking your throat. “Oh— fuck, that—god. Oh.” 

Vision black against the inside of your eyelids, you melt into nothing. Only Soonyoung’s grip keeps you from shaking apart into a million pieces as you whine into his mouth. 

“Holy shit, that was so hot,” he’s rambling the way to his own end, hips shaky from the way you’ve wetted his cock. “You’re so hot. Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

You want to watch him cum. Even if the temptation to lay there and take it is sweet you won’t give in. 

Bangs sticking to his forehead with sweat, Soonyoung is a mess in his own right. Pink at the ears, lips bruised. You can’t get enough. His eyes darken as you suck along his thumb, tongue lashing against the sensitive pad. Soonyoung isn’t the only one that wishes you got to suck his dick. 

“Cum on me,” you whine. 

He pulls out, quickly tossing the condom aside. Your hand is already waiting to jerk him off over your body, the grease of the latex making the strokes smooth as Soonyoung fucks your fist with the same desperation as your pussy. It takes only a few thrusts before you feel the heat of his spend drip across your chest and stomach. You’re careful to stay still, body spread flat as he coats you in pale streaks. 

“Fuck,” he gasps. He twitches when you don’t stop, biting his tongue through the sting of overstimulation until he has to pull away.

Soonyoung collapses to the side. Shoulder to shoulder, you catch your breaths in the dull thump of music.

“That was fun.” You pat his stomach before standing. The floor is a mess of clothes needing to be plucked through. His shirt becomes a cum rag as you wipe away the mess staining your body.

“You aren’t gonna stay?” He calls from the bed. 

“No?” 

Why would I? you think while pulling on your underwear.

Soonyoung watches, splayed across the bed with his dick still wet in his lap. “Then, can I, like, call you sometime?” 

“No thanks.” 

“If you keep being mean to me I’m going to fall in love with you.”

 “Quoting New Girl isn’t giving me much incentive to be nicer,” you snort, untangling your bra. 

“It’s a great fucking show.” 

“Here’s a tip: if you want to fuck me again, stop being such a loser.” 

“You still let me hit so I think you like losers.” 

He’s smiling. You really need to find your underwear so you can get away from it.

“I like hot guys with big dicks,” you shrug. “You happen to be that.” 

“I know you want me,” he sings

“Dead, maybe.” 

“You’d miss my stroke game.” 

“I’d love to stroke you.” You coo. “With a bat. To the head.” 

“I love when you talk dirty to me, baby.” He groans with dramatic flair. “By the way, you have cum on your skirt.” 

You do, on the hem somehow. A mystery to be solved when you’re safely back in the crowded expanse of a party and not alone with the guy with a tiger fetish you might want to fuck again. “Not the first time.” 

“God…. Please give me your number.” 

You can’t swallow the smile blooming at his request. Instead, you turn to leer over him. He’s watching your mouth, licking his lips like he wants to drag you down for another tumble. “Keep begging.” 

He’s got enough humor to get on his knees and clutch his hands to his chest pathetically. You’re still close, watching him down the slope of your nose while hiding a smirk. 

“Queen of my dick, please bestow a crumb of kindness and allow me the pleasure of hitting you up at 3 AM.” 

“That time I almost caved.” You back away just in time for him to stumble over himself. “Too bad I don’t fuck guys into furry shit at 3 AM.” 

“One, not a furry. Two, who do you fuck then?” 

“One, you're not fooling anybody.” You take extra time straightening out your hair in the mirror just so he can stare at your ass. You feel him do it. “Two, myself.” 

“I will pay real money to see that.”

“I know you would. So you’re never gonna.”

He’s watching you like some lovesick fool, glowing in the light with ignorance of what comes next. Part of you doesn’t want to crush someone as earnest as he is but staying the night is out of the question when you can still hear the party rattling through the walls.

“If I give you my number,” you start. “You have to give me this.”

It’s one of the smaller plushies. Soft to the touch and attached to his keys hanging by the door. It’s cute and perfect enough to satisfy your friends’ demands. Also, an excuse to see him again if you really want.

 Maybe you do. 

“TamTam?” Soonyoung asks from your side. You didn’t even hear him approach but he’s got boxers on so it took him a minute.

“You name your stuffed animals?”

“TamTam is special.” 

“Oh, he is?” you ask. “Well, how bad do you want my number?”

“I don’t know…” Soonyoung starts. 

Your face stings at the rejection but you bury it before giving it a chance to fester into something that needs thinking about. Looking back in the mirror to correct the smudges in your make is the only cover you’ve got.

“Okay,” he nods. “But if you do anything to him I will actually cry.”

TamTam is thrust into your hands and you can’t help but smile. It’s cute. Soonyoung is cute. And it actually might make you explode. 

You hate it.

“I pinky promise I will throw myself in front of a bullet for TamTam.”

He locks his pinky around your extended one, “Good.”

And then he’s kissing you again. Every thought melts away under his lips, soft against your own with a new sweetness. The edge of the dresser digs into your spine as he crowds you against it for more leverage but it’s merely an afterthought.

Soonyoung (not a furry): btw i lied [12:15 AM] Soonyoung (not a furry): im not hitting you up at 3am [12:15 AM] Soonyoung (not a furry): what are you doing tomorrow night (pls say me) [12:16 AM] You: tamtam and i are busy [12:33 AM]

Maybe you smile at the string of intelligible letters you receive after sending the picture of you kissing TamTam’s cheek. It’s no one's business if you do anyway.

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'Save a horse ride a cowboy'

Ted x reader

Fluff and smut

♡additional tags: smut, p in v, creampie, reader hates Halloween, Ted in a cowboy costume, a little daddy kink, She/her pronouns.

♤7.4k words

◇ she hates Halloween but maybe Ted can change that?

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Her dreaded day is fast approaching, the leaves scattered around the ground - brown and dry from the autumn.

A lone pumpkin, yellow and bright under the shying sun, glare at her from a stairwell of a random flat. Its triangle eyes, hollow from any emotion and sympathy seemingly bore into her as if telling her to submit to its command and the inevitable event that will happen 2 days from now.

She averted her eyes quickly, sweat dripped down her nape as she fasten her pace.

She hated Halloween more than any day there is, she would rather choose her family's dysfunctional Christmas dinner with 5 grown adults yelling at eachother and 3 crying children than be caught dead wearing a ridiculous costume that would tarnish her reputation and self image.

Contrary to Roy, she doesnt hate Halloween because of the loud children and their questionable attire that varies from appropriate character from a cartoon show or a superhero franchise and to some wierd and super inappropriate costume that would and will get a atleast 50 concern side eyes (like a nun smoking a tobacco or pope Francis with devil horns and blood pouring out of his mouth)

She hated Halloween because of her coworkers (mainly Rebecca, keeley and Higgins) and their insistent for her to wear a bloody costumes every damn year. Rebecca would email her and would ask her what she will be going as on the Halloween, the first few times it would only be an additional note, a passing normal interest at the month of October but as the day goes by and the 3rd week rolls around Rebecca's previous important email that is relevant to the well being of the club was replaced by a 5 to 10 sentence regarding the importance of Halloween and how essential it is, to both to yourself and to others, to wear a costume and to have fun. The email will come to her 2 times in one day, sometimes even 3 and in worst times even 5 (if Rebecca is really desperate or in a sour mood) which will automatically go into her spam folder.

And it is also widely known on Richmond that Keeley Jones goes a little unhinged whenever the month of October rolls by. Her energy seems to crank up to its highest peak when the autumn breeze finally grace her skin. So naturally, Halloween would be a BIG BIG deal for her. Massive deal. A deal the size of Asia and Europe combined. A deal that she, unfortunately, has to deal with too.

Keeley Jones, despite of having a own company of her to run, was quiet frequent on the Afc Richmond building. Always lurking on the hallway with her bright pink shoes and heart melting grin (in the normal month) however, when its October - Keleey's only destination is her own fucking office. She would burst in guns blazing and teeth bared with no knocking whatsoever and ask her (more like yelled at her) what her costume will be on Halloween, in which she would proceed to answer with 'none' which in return would make Keeley Jones fumed with anger and rant about her being no fun while calling her all kinds of creative names under the sun.

The two women was both amusing and irritating at the same time, she had to admit that their desperation to get her to celebrate the nonsense Holliday of the 31st of October was quiet funny in their own way. What is not funny however is Higgins..

Leslie Higgins, a man as gentle as a falling feather and whose laugh could light up the entire room, can actually turn into a 10feet tall demonic entity whenever he heard 'Halloween' and 'no costume' in one sentence. Maybe it has something to do with him being a father of 5 children, getting so used to dressing them up that it was downright ridiculous and criminal that she wouldn't. He would breath heavily like a bull whenever she say no and he would look at her in the eye and speak to her, though very calmly she could very well see the veins throbbing on his forehead, and would explain how important it is for her to dress up and to celebrate the day because if he wouldn't he would no longer talk to her and would rather die than be near her ever again (dramatic, but something tells her he wasn't lying)

So, in a desperate attempt to make him leave and calm down she had agreed, she told Leslie she's going to dress up and that he doesn't have to worry about anything else.

She's still deciding if she's lying or not.

She opened her front door with a sigh, the exhaustion visible on her tired eyes.

She had gone home more later than everyone else because of the heavy work load that she had let pile up over the last few weeks due to her avoidance to go to work and accidently bump into the monster trio.

She sat down on her couch before throwing her shoes somewhere in the room, groaning in pleasure as her back met the soft cushion.

The comfort of her own home enveloping her suddenly, all the tension gone from her shoulder and all the worrying thoughts of her work vanish from her head.

Then her phone rang,

"Goddammit.." she mumbled with a frown, head thrown back and eyes closed. She let it rung for a few second before reaching for it.

"Hello?" Her voice was groggy, a clear indication she was tired.

"Yellow!" Ted's voice were loud on the other side of the phone, awfully cheery despite it being late in the evening. "You takin' a nap? You sounds a lil' raspy, oh no I didnt wake ya up did i?"

A soft smile made its way on her lips, a smile only Ted could make. "Uh no, I was about to though. I just got back from work"

"You just got back?! Don't office hours end at 5?!"

"Got alot of work that held me back, I don't want to let it keep piling up on my desk like a leaning tower of Pisa"

"Darn, you must have a heck of a day" she hummed in confirmation before closing her eyes again. "Have you even had lunch yet? Ya didnt came in the locker room earlier, thought ya had lunch on your own but now I have a suspicion that you didnt eat at all"

She took her time to answer, Ted's voice bringing her comfort and making her a little drowsy. "Didnt eat lunch, im planning to order a pizza later for dinner"

"You sounds really tired, darlin' and listen, I know I ain't exactly the proper man to tell ya this but pizza ain't good for ya" Ted had replied, a hint of worry on his voice. "Pizza is a-okay once a week, but you been eatin' it nonstop these days, im gettin' a lil worried"

"Im not going to suddenly drop dead because of pizza, that will be a humiliating way to go out" she replied with a sigh, scratching her eye. "But sure whatever, ill have a cup of tea instead"

"I still can't believe y'all drink that sewer water willingly, you better eat something good with that garbage drink"

"I don't know what else to eat beside pizza if I'm being honest and I'm too fucking tired to cook anything else" she groaned and adjust herself on the coach. "I'll just have a big breakfast tomorrow"

"Are you tellin' me that tea is only thing you'll be having tonight?" he had stated, putting a harsh emphasis on the word 'tea' as if it was someone he wanted to kill.

"Am I hearin' you right, hun? Not only did you not eat lunch but you are willingly, without a gun to your pretty little head, going to drink that poop water and nothin' else?"

She laugh lightly and she desperately try to ignore the sick sick part of her brain that is telling her she looks like a giggling love sick school girl talking to her crush. "Yes Ted, im going to drink tea and only tea and head to bed. If you and a perfectly fine beverage have some beef going on, leave me out of it. I can't let you persuade me on hating our national drink and risk the Queen catching a whiff of my traitorous blood and shoot me in the head"

"She would do that?" Ted asked, genuinely afraid.

She chuckled "no, Ted. I'm fucking with you" she settled deep on the cushions, fully laying herself down.

"She'll hire a few men to raid my house and make my death look like a suicide"

"Oh well thats smart, but I prefer if you're alive and well"

She laugh a little "do you need something, Ted? Its quiet late, shouldn't you be watching some trashy reality show right now?"

"Oh it can wait, I can have coach beard summarize the love island for me tomorrow" he cheerily replied and some part of her are envious of him being so happy in such a tiring night. "I called ya because I wanna know what you'll be wearin' on Halloween night"

A glass shattered on the background and the small smile plastered on her lips fell as quickly as she can blink.

"Jesus christ, not you too" she groaned lowly, eyes closing not in exhaustion but in irritation.

"What? Just askin' cause im gosh darn curious! I asked boss what you'll be goin' as but she pulled a funny face and told me to ask you myself!"

She cursed Rebecca in her brain.

"What brought this on anyway?" She wiped her face with her hand with a sighed.

"Oh well our resident genius Nathan Shelby told me that Rebecca host the best Halloween party every year and it got me all kinds of exicted! 'Been awhile since I went to one of those, in college I always go to parties y'know? Even nonsense ones, I mostly went for the booze and the free food cause I was hella broke and I ain't got no money to even feed myself" Ted voice went down a little at the end, as if reminiscing the time where he couldn't even find a single nickle on his wallet. "So it got me thinkin' that I should really go all out this year, don't ya think so? My first party ever since I turned 30, I don't even know If I can still chug an entire jug of beer but we'll see"

"Jesus Ted, you sounds like frat boy" she grimaced lightly but a pleasant image of Ted wearing a backwards cup and a stupid grin on his baby face got her all giggly.

Maybe he'll let her do a body shot on him, lick the fucking salt on his neck and take him home to her flat the next minute.

"Oh I was a frat boy, alright! Got nothin' better to do in college than cause trouble and play football - y'know the one with a brown ball that looks like a wallnut? That football - though i didn't get to play much, coach said i was too giddy and too happy, that instead of making the other team annoyed i cheer them up, its crazy even Beardo said so. Speaking of Beard he was a beast back then! You should've seen him! You'll love him, he's always laughing and always loud, got in all kinds of bad troubles but he set himself straight in the end. I'm very proud of him"

She heard their story before from beard, or willis (he had revealed his name after weeks of nonstop questioning and obnoxious teasing) she had learned how they came to be Ted and Beard, how insufferable they were like two giggling school girls that had known eachother since birth. How beard became beard and how much an asshole (his own words, not hers) he was to Ted back then. He had told her the time he was sleeping on his couch, how his back felt funny and ache weirdly every morning, how he could map out Ted's house with his eyes closed and ears shut because of how much time he spent in there. How Henry felt so much like his kid, how he watch him grew up and how he had been there when the kid lost his first tooth or rode his own bike.

He owes Ted alot, he had told her. Said he would lay his down his life for him with no question ask and no hesitation on his mind. That Ted is kindest man he had ever met, that he see no wrong in someone even when its staring at him right in the face, even when his own friend stole the car he had been saving for since high-school and almost wreck it.

"Im sure you are, Ted" she replied, picking a piece of loose thread on her couch pillow. "I uh, I don't think I'll attend the party"

"YOU WHAT?!"

She quickly pull the phone away from her ear with a grimaced."Yeahhhh, I just don't really like partying"

"THATS A LIE! I KNOW YOU'RE LYIN' YOU KNOW WHAT? IM COMING OVER RIGHT NOW-"

"Ted im really tired-"

"And I'll make you more tired, don't you dare lock your door or I'll break it in I swear to god-"

She laughed lightly "are you actually going to come over? This is crazy Ted, and for what? Because I'm not coming to that stupid party?"

"IT AINT STUPID, YOU WATCH YOUR MOUTH!" He breathed heavily and she hear a clang of keys followed by a loud thump and a whisper of curse. "-shit, bump my darn knee on the table. This is your fault"

"Im not even there, Ted. That's all on you"

"Yeah but you got me all panicky and annoyed, im comin' over there I'm bringing my left over pasta so you could put a decent meal on your tummy"

God she's so stupidly inlove with him. "Is it your famous spaghetti that you have been bragging about these past few weeks? I heard its good, keleey said its to die for"

"Quit being sweet to me, missy. I'm still annoyed and I'm still comin' over and once I get there we're goin' to eat my pasta and talk about your bad decision okay? Like a proper talk, like a therapy session Dr. Sharon and I been doin' these past few weeks"

"Do I have to cry and tell you my childhood problems and let you figure out how it connects to my annoyance on Halloween?"

"See? Youre already pro at this, just sit pretty and wait for me"

She chuckled lightly and stretched, yawning. "Are you really going to come over?" She had asked "Cause I think I'm about to fall asleep now"

"Ya can fall asleep once I get there and after we ate my pasta, m'kay?" Ted replied followed by a front door closing and being locked.

She blink sleepy as she listen to him "alright, ill wait for you"

"Atta girl" he whispered and she tried to ignore the heat on her stomach as he did so.

Ted arrived with a loud bang, her door hitting the wall so hard she thought it would bust a hole in.

"What the hell?!" She lightly yelled before laughing, watching as Ted pant with a Tupperware of spaghetti on his left hand.

"Sorry, god, wait gotta catch my breath first" he hit his chest a couple of times and cough a little. "Okay, sorry, got excited. But I brought my spaghetti!" He raised it with a large grin, dimple and teeth out and oh she wish  she could kiss him right there.

"I see that you did" she leaned on the marble bar of her kitchen as she watched him walked over to her, eyes ranking up and down.

God he looks good, how dare he?

"And I see that you're still sleepy" he grinned and put the tupper wear down beside her, looking down to meet her eyes.

"Gonna put you to bed, after our talk m'kay?"

"That a promise?" She blinked at him flirty, a sweet smirk playing on her lips.

"N-not that kind of put to bed" Ted looks panicky, flushing pink on her gaze.

"Bummer" she mumbled with a pout before straightening her posture. "Come help me with plates, let's talk while we eat yeah?"

"Y-yeah"

Okay, maybe her drowsiness is making her a little more bolder, more braver, more yearnful for what she wants. Makes her want to capture his very being on her palm and not let go until the sky fall from above.

She wouldn't flirt with him on a good day, wouldn't even smirk at him if she can help it. He's a recently divorced man who has eyes as sad as whimpering puppy, looking anything and anywhere with a kind of desperation you would only find on someone so despondent and so so alone. He wasn't available on the public market, wasn't meant to be courted when she knows his heart still depict someone's else image, she knows he loves Michelle, miss her everyday, and she knows deep on her bones she could not barge in roses in her mouth and poems on her hand and offer to take him out on a date he would never forget.

"Why is the spaghetti cold?" She asked with a frown as she took a bite, water on her side instead of wine because Ted insisted that she should drink something normal for once.

"Spgahti ish dbest win clmpd" she frowned and watched him hold a finger up before swallowing his food. "Sorry. i said spaghetti is the best when its cold"

"Well its not bad" she shrugged as she ate it. "So how's your day? Heard Roy got mad on Jaime again, per usual of course, but this time he was about to tear his throat out"

Ted nod his head "yes, yes, ill tell ya all 'bout it later but first were gotta talk about the Halloween party"

She groaned loudly, throwing her head back. "Must we do this? Really?"

"Yes, really" he wiped his mouth with a napkin before taking a sip on his water, she could not help but feel like he was about to question her every actions and decision as if she was placed under government surveillance.

"Its really not a big deal, teddy. I just don't like going to parties"

"No, no, I heard ya' goin' to bunch of parties before, specially new-year. You're lyin' to me"

Goddamit.

"Fine" she raised her hand in defense, tired. "Seems like I can't lie my way around here so ill give it to you straight.." she took a deep breath, dreading it. Ted watched her closely, brown eyes boaring into her own and if she wasn't sleepy and wasn't bothered by the topic she would mention how beautiful they are.

"I don't like dressing up"

He slam his fork down. "THATS ABSURD!"

"Wow I didnt expect that big of a reaction at all"

"You tellin' me, someone, someone I gosh darn know! Dont like wearin' costume on Halloween? Thats like- thats like worse than murder!"

Her eyes widen "okay thats a little-"

Ted nod calming down a little "yeah yeah, I know, a little dramatic. It ain't worse than murder at all, I was just-" he poke his heart. "Just lost in the moment AND ITS YOUR FAULT!" he pointed at her

She laughed lightly.

"It wasn't even that bad! I just don't like doing it, its perfectly fine"

"No it ain't! I have never met someone like ya before! People always like dressing up, doesn't matter how bad it looks, Halloween is for everyone, its the only day its legal to pretend you're someone else" he's slowly losing his mind.

"I get that and I fully support that but its just not for me" she explained, finally finished with her spaghetti and she had to admit it was pretty fucking good. "I have to say, you're a good cook i didnt expect-"

"NO! FORGET ABOUT THE GOSH DARN SPAGHETTI!" He pointed at her face

"Youre goin' to the party even if i have to drag your bum in there"

She whistled, eyebrows up and eyes a little wide. "Oh my, I didnt know you're into that"

"Shut it" he stated but the blush on his cheeks are apprent.

"Youre goin' that's final, wrapped your self in a toilet paper if ya don't got any costume, you just have to be there"

"You literally cannot make me" she shrugged, leaning on the chair with arms crossed. "Im not going to that party even if you have to put a gun to my head, I don't like Halloween, I don't like costumes and I dojt like candies"

"YOU DONT LIKE CANDIES-" he stop himself before taking a deep breath, controlling his emotions. "Its like, its like I don't know you at all"

"Ted we've been friends for like 2 years, of course you don't"

Ted shook his head, distraught. As if the revelation of her dislike for the holiday might send him spiral to a pit of hopelessness. "If you ain't goin, im not goin'"

Her eyes widen. "What the hell are you on about?"

He looked up to her, eyes hard, determined. Like a soldier off to war.

'This is ridiculous' she had thought

"I said, im not goin if ya ain't goin"

"Y-you can't do that! The others would kill me!" She yelled, panic settling deep on her guts. Rebecca would literally drag her corpse on the road, yelling shame! Shame! Shame! While the folks of richmond would throw shit at her face. "Ted, they'll do worse than kill me. Keleey would use my skin to make herself a new bag, you can't do this to me"

"Oh I will" he pointed, shoulder squared. "I will blame it all on ya', if they ask why I ain't goin' ill tell them it was you"

"This is crazy! Why are you even doing this?!" She asked him, wanting to laugh and wanting to cry on how fucking mental it is.

"Why do I even- why do you even want me there?!"

"BECAUSE!"

"THATS NOT A PROPER REASON, IDIOT!" she yelled before groaning, throwing her hands up. "FINE! FINE! IM GOING! GOD!"

He then grinned, big, wide and bright that she had to squint. She hates the part of her brain that told her that suffering on the party is all worth it if she could see him like this for a second , smiling just for her. Its crazy how he can make everything more livable just by existing.

"I know ya would come around"

She scoffed "like you just didn't threaten me"

"Had to do it" he shrugged, still smiling, still joyous. It makes her heart melt.

"Whatever" she looked away when he met her eyes, blush slithering on her cheeks. "Im going only because of you, you hear?"

It was his turn to blush, dimple deep on his cheek and eyes glimmering. "Yes ma'am" he looked down, suddenly shy. "And I'm only goin cause of ya' either"

She gave him a sideways glance, suspicious. "You sure its not for the beer?"

"Nah, just for ya" she suddenly had a sick sick disgusting urge to giggle. "Ya make everythin' better, not the booze"

God she's so inlove with him she would carved a pumpkin right now if he ask.

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She went as ghostface.

Tight black shirt and a sweatpants with fake blood (ketchup) splattered on her white shoes and arms. Its a simple costume that required a little amount of effort and money. And she had to admit, she look hot as fuck, she just wished the security guard up front had let her kept the kitchen knife but no matter how many pleading and yelling of 'its not real!' The man wouldn't budge.

She stood next to Rebecca whose dress could send any man with eyes falling on the floor. She went as maleficent, with horns, high cheek bones and everything that made her almost fall inlove with her.

"Hows the drink?" She had asked, smiling at her so pleasantly ever since she had got there.

"Terrible"

"Oh?" She blinked, confused. Blood red lips almost scowling. "Was it too strong?"

"Not strong enough" she replied with a teasing smile that made her boss rolled her eyes.

"Of course you would say that, the one person here that wants to go home"

"Thats not true" she laughed, putting her glass down before leaning on the wall. Watching as the other dance on the floor, some giggling and some stumbling.

"Im actually enjoying myself"

"I doubt it" Rebecca raised her perfectly drawn brow before a slow teasing grin slithered its way on her red lips. "Ted isn't here yet"

She ignored the heat on her ears

"Are you implying i can only enjoy this party if Ted is here? That he's the sunlight on my dark days? Because if so then you're are one hundred percent corre- holy fucking shit, get out of the way" she quickly, as fast can blink, lightly push Rebecca off the view of the entrance door.

"Goodness!"

"Jesus, Mary and Joseph is that Ted fucking Lasso dressed up as a cowboy?" Keeley -dressed as katniss everdeen - strolled in like a ghost in the night, suddenly popping up, a cola on her hand.

"I think I'm about to faint" y/n confessed with a heavy breath while clutching her heart. Rebecca giggled next to her, gently holding her arm.

"Look at him walking around like he doesn't have half of the woman's eyes on him, he's killing me, he's fucking killing me"

"Look at that ass, oh that is criminal" keeley stated with a whistled, watching as Ted walked around, greeting people with a laugh and a smile.

"Is that a whip?" Y/n squinted her eyes and oh  fuck it is, it is a whip, right on the holster on his hips - she swallowed thickly, the familiar heat of desperation drawing a line on her stomach.

"I have to say, im impres-"

"Im going to ride him"

Keeley choked on her drink

"excuse you?" Rebecca's head whipped around to look at y/n's face, eyes blown wide.

"Forget about the horse, im going to ride Ted Lasso tonight"

"Y-youre going to hook up with him?" Keleey asked her carefully a grin on her lips. "Tonight? Like actually tonight?"

"If he let's me" she answered though her eyes still hangs heavy on Ted Lasso who is currently standing across the room with Beard beside him dressed as Alan from the hangover.

"So you're going to confessed?" Rebecca then asked "Because this is your opportunity to tell him what you really feel, this is your time"

Ted's eyes suddenly met hers and suddenly - everything stops.

The chatter, the song, even the loud flash of cameras and the yells of the drunk. As if one look from him can make the whole world stop turning, made the time crumbles and lay dust beneath his foot.

She could hear her breathing, slow and full and deep. As if he's taking it away, feeding from her own soul. For a minute she would let him, let him take it all, place her heart on his palm and make him promise to keep it close, pour her soul onto his mouth and kiss it to seal its lock, reduce herself into nothing but atoms and dust and particles on the air and be kept in a jar, forever still, forever there, forever on him.

Ted grinned so beautifully she could cry, he gave her a wave, almost shy, almost adoring before he took his first step towards her. Every foot the same rhythm as her heart, for a second she believed in soul mate and for a second she had hoped it was him.

"Hes coming this way!" Keeley squealed lowly, turning away from him and walked towards the bar. "Im going to pretend I dont know you so you can jump on him, okay?"

"Im going to, uh, going over there! Right there to Higgins" she scrambled to lift off her gown and run lightly towards her assistance who's currently dressed as a Frankenstein.

Ted walked towards her, apologizing to the people he had bumped on his way. She doesnt think she can love anyone like this dork..

He wore a flannel, blue and black and rolled over his thick forearms. It was tucked inside his jeans, scandalously tight on his muscled thighs. There's a leather belt slithered between it, thick with a silver buckled on its front. A whip and a fake gun hang on each side.

There's a red bandana hanging on his neck and brown cowboy hat place upon his head.

Ted lasso looks sinful underneath the beating lights and shadows, like a proper seduction on a night, dress in pure temptation with a smile that held thousand of promise.

"Howdy, ma'am" he tipped his hat on her, winking. "Never have i thought I would see a lady as fine as you are"

She pray to get she wouldn't get a nosebleed. "Why thank you, cowboy" she push her mask down, hiding the grin and the blush on her cheek.

"I must say, you look good enough to eat-" she approached him a little, standing close. "-ya wouldn't mind a little bite would ya', sweetheart?"

Ted swallowed "n-not at all"

"What got you stuttering now, little lamb?" She went up to his face, titling her head a little, as if taunting him. "Youre not scared are you?"

Thank fuck for the mask, if it wasn't for it she would be on the floor right now, confidence and determination gone and replaced by the undying need to have him and never let go.

"you're really into your character arent ya?" Ted grinned at you.

"Was i?" She peered up to him with smirk, removing the mask off her face. "What are you going to do about it, cowboy? Lasso me away?"

Ted's dimple become apparent "Might have to if ya keep this up" he titled his head "Whisk you away out'a 'ere and show you what happens to a pretty little naughty thing like ya'"

Her breath hitched, body hot and guts swirlin. Her fingers itched to yank his collar and kiss him stupid.

"Yeah?" She uttered breathlessly

Ted nod his head, gaze stuck on her mouth. "Mhm, but ya would like that wouldn't ya? Have ya with me, bound and tied. Bet you would love it, a minx like ya'"

"Oh I would love it alright" she looked up to him with half lided eyes, almost drank on the words spouting of his mouth.

"Specially so because its you"

Ted had blushed then, red and harsh even under the thousand beating lights. He chuckled, the magic that reside between them now gone, replaced by the silence that you could only get when everything is light and adoring and filled with colors of love and feelings too big for your own heart.

"I uh," he looked down "im glad ya' came, thought ya wouldn't"

She chuckled and took a step back, away from his space.

"I told you I would didn't I?"

"Yeah I know but I thought you're just foolin' me, get me to shut up"

"Ted i would literally pay you my entire savings just to NEVER shut up" she smiled when he shyly looked away. "You know how much I enjoy you talk, even about things I do not understand like a 100 years old pop culture reference from an ancient movie"

"Im not that old" he grumbled rather adorably and it took everything on her not to pinch his cheeks.

"Yeah? Bet your hips would pop if I took you to the dance floor right now"

He stared at her for a couple of seconds before a grin erupted on his lips. "Is this your way of asking me to dance?"

She sighed "depends, are you going to say yes?"

"You gosh darn right I will!" He had replied with a big smile before interrupting it with a pointed finger " 'n not cause of your allegations about my perfectly fine hips, its cause I want to dance with ya'"

"I know that ted" she laughed, grabbing his hand suddenly, warm and big and rough. She likes it. "Now show me what you got, cowboy. You're too fine not to show off on the dance floor"

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They stumbled around the flat, kissing heatedly - all teeth and tounge and the pain of desperation to consume.

"Fuck, you're killing me" she grumbled, eyes half lided and lips red and wet. Her fingers worked in frenzy to take off every clothing he wore, buttons flying and his hat somewhere on the floor.

"Did I mention how good you look tonight?" She nose his neck, licking a stripe that had him shivering. "Did I, darling?"

"N-no, oh god" he moaned when her palm squeezed the outline of his cock on his tight jeans.

She smirked and bit him lightly on the skin between his shoulder.

"Well you are, my love." She whispered, not even bothering to give a flying fuck on the nickname she had accidently slip out. "Absolutely handsome, couldn't keep my fucking eyes off you you know that?"

Ted looked half drunk across you, hair a mess and neck covered with bites. "I-i didnt know ya find, ngh- I didnt know ya find me t-that attractive, sweetheart"

"All the flirting wasn't enough then?" She questioned, pushing him to fall on the couch and he did, easily, with a grunt and a look of anticipation and dark lust.

"Looks like you're more of a visual learner eh?" She sat on his lap, grinding her heated core on his hard cock - wet with slick and thick between her thighs. "What do you say, cowboy? Gonna let me ride you till sunrise?"

Ted moaned loudly, hands gripping her waist and nails digging on the flesh. "Y-yes please"

She smiled, hands slithering on his hair before pulling it to bare his throat to her like a submissive prey would. "Dont worry, darling. I'll take good care of you"

In one move his cock was inside her, thick and splitting her open. A gush of slick drip down her thighs and Ted moaned loudly, not a care in the world. "God.." he groaned, throwing his head back. "Feels good, fuck, ya feel so fuckin' good baby doll"

The nickname send shiver down her spine, a tingling of heat and cold.

"Squeezin' my damn cock so fuckin' tight" he licked his lips before grinning up to her, eyes lazy, dark and blown wide. "Ya sure this cunt ain't made f'me, dollface? You takin' my cock like champ"

She moaned on his filthy words, tounge frozen and chest tight. She could feel him inside her, deep on her guts, moving and rearranging anything it can reach.

"Yeah-fuck, look at ya'" he strike a palm on her ass, loud. "Beautiful thing sat on my cock, s'yours yeah?" He took her mouth, gifting her a wet kiss, pulling her bottom lip. "How ya feelin', bunny? Feels good?"

"Y-yes, feels-fuck, feel so full" she arched her back as Ted's hand went to her waist, big palm squeezing it thigh with his thumb caressing the skin he can reach.

"Cock's too big, ain't it?" He questioned, a lazy smirk on his lips. "Fitting into your tiny cunt just right though yeah? Look at it" his other hand went to her soaking pussy, caressing her folds before sucking it clean with a hummed. "Swallowing me whole easily, what a good fuckin' girl ya are. Makes me wonder if ya can take my cock on the back, fill ya up even more what'd ya say?"

He pulled her close and she gasped as his dick pierced her impossibly more deeper. "Talk to me, darlin'" he nose her neck, breathing warmth on her throat. "Gonna let your man tear ya' up from behind? Shoot my cum inside ya till you're a drippy mess hm?"

Goodness his fucking mouth..' she had thought, shivering.

"Bet ya would huh?" He bit a skin on her neck before sucking it harshly, drawing a bruise and a shiver on her spine. She moaned when his hands went to her ribs, big they were and rough, a hands of a man who could toss her around. "Bet ya would even beg for it, ya naughty thing"

His fingers went to her shoulder, brushing it gently with heavy breath and heated eyes. Tracing the collar bone and the line between her breast before his fingers reach her perked up nipple - making her shudder. "Beautiful" he whispered lowly, as if it was a secret meant only for himself. His hand envelop her whole breast, playing with it as his cock speared her in a pace that had her toes curling. She could feel every vein inside her, every thrust had her cunt quivering and gushing, painting his pelvis with her own slick.

His mouth went to her nipple, hot and smooth and soaking. His tounge swirled and his lashes flutter as he closed his eyes, the hand on her ribs pulled her much closer than before and Ted sucked at her nipple like a man starve, groaning.

She bounce on his cock, moaning wantonly from the fullness between her thighs, she swore she could feel his dick on her throat, so deep and so thick it was splitting her open, making a room inside her just for his cock and his alone.

"Thats it" he remove his mouth off her nipple with a pop before throwing his head back. "Thats it, dollface. Take my cock like ya own it" he clenched his jaw, the litte hair dangling on his forehead moving at every movement she makes, long eyelashes closed and mouth slightly agape.

She moaned when his hips started moving, meeting her thrust halfway through, it hit the hidden spot inside her that made her want to scream and sob and stop at the same time. "T-ted, Ted, Ted!" She repeated his name like a mantra, like a broken prayer of a desperate man, filled with adoration and lust and yearning for something she doesnt even know what.

He groaned loudly, almost like a growl of a feral man before he sat up more straighter, grabbing her closely, impossibly close, pushing her head on his neck and hugging her tight on his own sweaty body that it render immovable and writhing in pleasure. "Gonna fuck your pretty little pussy just like this yeah?" He stated in her ear before his hips started moving much faster, more harder, hitting her spot over and over again that every thrust had her gushing and moaning.

"Yeah, fuck yeah, t-take it, take it, take it" he repeated in her ear, thick thick cock spearing her mercilessly until she was sobbing and drawing her nails on his shoulder.

"S'too m-much!" She complained and yet she widen her thighs further more, savoring the feeling of his wet cock. "T-teddyy" she whined, pushing her face into his neck as tears fell from her eyes.

"What got ya cryin' now, sweetheart?" He chuckled breathlessly, hips still moving, dick still splitting her open. His hand went to her nape, grabbing it with his whole palm before pulling it to glimpse at her fucked out face. "Even with tears drippin' on your cheeks you're fuckin' beautiful" he pecked her lips sweetly before drawing back, a grin on his lips. "'S my cock too much for ya' dolly? Daddy hurtin' your cunt hm? Do-dont worry.." his hand tighten. "Gonna give ya my cum to make it all better"

That was the last straw of it all, snapping everything in place, cogs turning and limbs rigid.

She came on his cock with a cry and a thousand tears on her cheeks, back arching and quivering that Ted had to hold him more tighter. She could feel her cum dripping down his cock, soaking him wet. Ted moaned in return, loving the filth of it all, basking on it even - he watched her face relax and brows furrowed, letting herself be used even when her cunt throbs.

"T-teddy" she whined lowly, biting her lip. Her hand went to his arm, gripping it tight. "C-cant, m'too, im too s-sensitive!"

"Just a lil' mo-more" he groaned, holding her waist now, lifting her up and bringing her down, completely using her like she was only a hole for him, a cum dump. "Ya can take it, d-darlin'. M'sure ya could yeah? Jus-just a little, be good f'me"

She squealed and she sob, soaping cunt loud at every thrust. He was breathing heavily then, sweating like a dog in heat as he split her. Thighs sticky and cunt still dripping.

"Fu-fuck, bunny" he groaned, grinding her on his throbbing cock. "M' close, f-fuck, so fuckin' close" he whined, head thumping on her chest, breath warming her breast. "G-gonna cum, can-can i, can I fill ya' up? Pleas-please please, oh god.." the sound he had made was between a sob and a moan, it made her guts coil, made her cheeks hot.

"Mhm hm" she nod her head quickly, pulling him close to him. "P-please cum inside me, t-ted pl-please" tears drip down her cheeks, cunt swollen and clit throbbing with need. Hes stretching her wide, touching every corner of her inside.

"Y-yeah, thank you dolly, fu-fuck thank you" he groaned and push his hips much faster, fucking her silly with his cock. "Gonna fill your pretty pussy up nice and good yeah?" He was breathing heavily, heaving chest and throbbing cock. She can feel it more on her guts, a dull bump on her tummy at every movement he makes."G-gonna have ya drippin' f'me, use ya' like a fuckin hole and dump my spunk into your pussy yeah? Fuck!" He gave a harsh thrust "Oh god, sweetheart oh fuck i love you"

Her eyes widen.

"Love ya' so fuckin' much" he growled, pulling her onto his lap before he lift his hips up and gave her a single harsh thrust. "Fucking take it, take it, take it" he repeated in her ear as his cum came flooding in, hot and so so many.

"Yeah, s-shit look'a that. 'S too much its dripping out'a ya'" he groaned, thrusting slower then, riding his high.

"Ya did such a good job" he sighed as he had stopped, pulling out of her with a low moan and a shudder.

He kissed her forehead with a lazy grin.  "Lets get ya clean-"

"You said you love me" she interrupted him with a wide eyes and a blushing cheeks.

"What?"

"You told me you love me" she repeated, as if in trance. "You said you love me so much earlier, you repeated it twice, Ted"

Ted sat frozen underneath her before looking away, suddenly so so sad.

"I-yeah, okay, no point in-in denying i supposed" his brows furrowed and his eyes had turned into that softer gentler look that had her heart always aching. "I love ya..for, for a long time. Don't know how it started and I'm quiet upset im confessing to ya' like this but what do I do" he chuckled but the humour on it was gone. He met her eyes, earnest, adoring, the same gaze he had used to looked at her for as long as she can remember, a gaze she couldn't put a finger on back then but could finally see it as clearly as day now.

"I love you, im inlove with you, stu-stupidly so and I get it if ya don't feel the same, its okay and I can do whatever ya like me too after this, I can walk away or I can pretend to never know ya at-"

She kissed him.

She kissed him like he would loose him.

Like any second he would turn into ashes, flew in the air and never to be return again. Tasted him like It would be her last to see him for a very long time, as if he's off to war with death hanging like a noose on his head, ready to pull and ready to kill.

"I love you too, you fucking idiot" she grinned up to him, eyes wet and cheeks hurting.

"I love you, Ted. I fucking love you"

Ted smiled, big and bright despite the darkness of the night. He looks beautiful with happiness lingering on his eyes.

"Can I kiss you?"

"Yes, fuck yes"

Their lips met and yeah..yeah maybe Halloween wasn't too bad.

Ted smiled on her lips and it tasted sickeningly sweet as a melted sugar.

Yep, it definitely wasn't bad at all.

[perfectlyoongi]

OLDER-BROTHER!HOSEOK who still insists on seeing the first snowfall with you. winter was a fascinating time of the year and it always enchanted Hoseok. maybe because of the melancholy of its rains or the loneliness of its fogs, the reality is that Hoseok lived winter like someone falling in love for the first time — no matter how much time passed, what season it was, winter would always be Hoseok’s favorite. and, with him being an avid fan of the season, when the snow fell and magic began to grace the streets, Hoseok was quick to call you — Hoseok simply wanted to share the beauty of living with the most important person in his life: you. the joy he felt was enormous, completely pure, completely enchanting and when he spoke you swore you could see his smile in his words. “where are you? you have to see this! it started to snow. and it looks like it’s here to stay. are you at home? i’ll come by quickly so we can see the snow together.”

OLDER-BROTHER!HOSEOK who teaches you choreography to impress your friends. when you saw your brother dancing for the first time, you were 6 years old. as you left your room to go to the kitchen to steal a cookie, you passed the door of your brother’s room and the music playing intrigued you. you carefully opened the door and peeked inside. Hoseok was completely lost in the dance, he hadn’t even noticed you. but you didn’t need to be noticed. you needed to be as happy as he was when he danced. since then, whenever you asked, Hoseok taught you one thing or another, thinking he was teaching you so you could brag to your friends. but the reality was that you could feel the happiness of Hoseok dancing and the joy of doing it with you. “i know i’m late, sorry! the traffic was chaotic. but oh well. i’m here now. shall we begin? what song do you want to dance to?”

OLDER-BROTHER!HOSEOK who always thinks of costumes for two people for halloween. iconic and memorable duos were always saved in a small folder on his phone. whenever Hoseok came across a pair of something or someone he was quick to save the idea to present to you when he was with you. and it all started when you were still little, so little that the yellow in you resembled pikachu; but you didn’t want a pokemon, you wanted to be cool! cool like your brother and cool like a sponge! like spongebob! why didn’t they immediately see who you were? why did your brother have to paint himself pink for everyone to understand your disguise? but no matter how much you fought when you were little, you were now grateful, because only from that year on did you become cool enough for Hoseok to dress up with you. “for the last time, we’re not going like shrek and donkey! i still think bert and ernie’s idea is better. although i’ve been thinking about a mustache for a while now... what do you say about mario and luigi? last idea!”

OLDER-BROTHER!HOSEOK who does silly tiktok challenges with you. even though Hoseok was the embodiment of joy, he thought there was always something more he could do to give you the best life you could live. so when he felt the storm of life approaching, he was quick to act; with a collection saved under your name, you and Hoseok looked for challenges in the different videos that could brighten your day. they were brief minutes, you always gave up almost immediately, but for that time, for ten, twenty, thirty minutes nothing mattered. just you, Hoseok and a room of laughs. “i could tell by your tone that the day hadn’t gone very well for you. do you want me to come by? i can pass by the pizzeria on the way. i discovered some more challenges that you might like. what do you say? wanna forget the world for one night?”

OLDER-BROTHER!HOSEOK who is always talking about you to his friends. Hoseok was the older brother, but he was the one who admired you. for a lifetime you looked to Hoseok as an inspiration, always wanting to reach the same path as him, always seeking his approval. Hoseok was someone you wanted to be. but perhaps because life is troubled and the paths are uncertain, the truth is that you were no longer trying to reach Hoseok. you decided that your path was behind him, on his back, pushing him when he got tired. and it was for you he tried so hard. it was to not disappoint you, to show you that the world is beautiful, to let you know that it is worth existing. Hoseok knew you were always after him — it was his strength. and he couldn’t hide the admiration he felt for you. so young and with worlds conquered and universes planned — you were truly a force of nature. everyone would have to know, and Hoseok didn’t mind being your messenger. “i won’t stop talking about you because you haven’t stopped living yet. don’t you understand that your existence has to be celebrated? you keep saying that i am the light in this world, but don’t you see that my shine is the reflection of your love? without you, i would be nothing.”

OLDER-BROTHER!HOSEOK who has in a notebook all the jokes and promises you made. when you got chickenpox and had to spend eternities in bed without being able to play, Hoseok made a point of writing down in an old notebook everything you two were going to do as soon as you got better. 1. he would take you to the ice cream stand in the park; 2. you were going to play tag with your friends; 3. invent a new song for jumping rope; 4. … well, the list was extensive and only grew over time. there was no moment Hoseok wanted to miss, not when it was spent with you. Hoseok wanted to remember everything you guys did and everything that brought him joy. between full pages and worn lines, small photographs and receipts filled several notebooks that were kept with all the love Hoseok felt for you. “remember the christmas you turned 11? that game we make up in the snow. i was thinking about doing a choreography based on this, what do you think? it’s a good idea, i know. i’m glad i kept everything in detail.”

OLDER-BROTHER!HOSEOK who sits with you at the children’s table at family gatherings because he can’t behave around you. you brought out the best in Hoseok. his happier, more childish side only came out when he was with you. by your side, Hoseok returned to that childhood spent with you where there was nothing but smiles and laughter. you filled Hoseok’s heart with dozens of warm memories of jokes and arguments that were so pathetic it only made you laugh. pure happiness, total euphoria. you and Hoseok just wanted to relive those simpler days, where you were always together and there was nothing separating you. “next time we have to show mom that we are already grown up. so don’y you dare steal my food again. i’ll bite you for real this time!”

[awkwardchick87]

Just a little something short and sweet for the Pixel cafe's first Spooktober event!! Hope you all enjoy!

Cw - Nothing!

Wc - 473

Bakugou pinched the bridge of his nose. He couldn’t help the annoyance that itched just under his skin. He hadn’t had the best track record with kids, and now here he was, stuck with babysitting duty again. The agency he was a sidekick at, decided on a joint mission, if you could even call it that, and had paired up with a few agencies offering sidekicks to take groups of kids trick or treating. Standing on the side of a road, his teeth grinding as he watched kids run up towards houses and apartments, their chubbly little hands, clutching baskets and bags shaped like pumpkins and ghosts, eagerly waiting for treats and toys to be dropped into them. His only saving grace was that he was at least paired up with you. You had only recently started dating each other and with the demands of being sidekicks, you hadn’t had the chance to spend a lot of time together, considering you were employed at different agencies. Your quirk was more suited for the medical field. Looking up at him, you couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face. Knowing he would much rather be on call to deal with any potential villain attacks, but the fact he had chosen to spend the night with you, and this group of kids, brought a warmth to your cheeks. 

“Hey! Ya can’t just run off towards the road!” Bakugou called out, grabbing a small girl, dressed in an Uravity costume, before her foot could hit the asphalt. His voice gruff, sounding like he was quickly running out of patience as you glanced at your watch. 

“Only another hour or so, Dynamite.” You called out to him, watching his face shift from a scowl to almost a smile as he herded the kids to the next house while you caught up with him. “Can’t wait to get outta here. I heard Red and Charge are still throwing a party tonight, if yer interested of course?” His face red as he muttered his invitation to you. 

“Are you asking me to go out to a Halloween party with you?” leaning in, you looked up at his flushed face, smiling, “Do I need to wear a costume?” 

“I mean, ya can if ya want. I wasn’t gonna wear anything special. Its just a few of my friends. Only if ya want to though.” His nervousness was obvious. 

“I’d love to!” You answered far too quickly, making yourself blush. “Let's finish this then I can’t wait to meet your friends.” Grabbing the hand of a mini Present Mic, you stepped ahead of him, guiding the children down the sidewalk, towards an apartment complex while Bakugou watched for a moment, for the first time that night, not upset that he had been stuck doing this trick or treat babysitting job.

@pixelcafe-network Dividers created by @adornedwithlight Header created by @awkwardchick87

[trippin-over-my-fandoms]

So since I predicted that Sloane and Luther would get together from the day she was announced as well as a couple of scenes- I feel obligated to share w y'all my batshit crazy idea of what I thought might happen in season 4 and like now that we have TWO trailers why I think it might happen. In other words-

Me being delulu about tua s4 and y'all gotta deal w it

So my initial thought was that in this new timeline they are themselves slotted into lives they don't initially remember, that the longer they dwell in the timeline the more they remember and some come to accept. Up until the inevitable happens and the world is at risk again for whatever reason. However, saving the world means giving up these perfect lives for accepting their shitty dysfunctional reality to save each other. Because the more they stay and accept the more they lose of previous timelines.

I was gonna write a fanfic but then my resident evil obsession started and if y'all have read any of my fanfic y'all know my history with long-fics.

Why do I now think this could actually be the case you ask?

At the end of season 3 Luther takes off after our girl Sloane with Klaus following but everyone else is just so calm. Soooo which leads us to

Trailer 1

Viktor might own or work in a bar. Which the fact that he seems to be somewhat settled for sure tells us that some time has possibly passed between season 3 and 4

The sign says "home for wayward boys" implying that Allison may not have been in the group and maybe neither Viktor before the transition. I'm also wondering if now that his wife is back maybe in this new timeline they both fostered/adopted our main characters.

Oh yeah did I mention Reginald's moon wife is alive? His whole thing with the children was his alien (literally) way to save her. Now she's alive.

Allison is with claire so she also possibly has her life back.

Ben is getting out of jail and like it could be a "time has passed between seasons" thing or something happens in one of the episodes where he winds up locked up.

Diego is at a kid's party and either has his own kid or a niece or something. it's not claire and the family behind him is not his umbrella fam.

MY BOY IS SO SMALL ITS GONNA BE SO WEIRD SEEING HIM "NORMAL" THIS SEASON also he looks kinda sad. trailer two debunks what I initially thought of his reveal in this trailer because I thought oh haha what if it's a Halloween costume but like we'll get to my season 2 crazies hang in there.

Klaus is upside down in an interior (proven by the radiator) so he is either stuck, meditating, in a trance, or it's Sloane holding him there. I also kinda wonder if he's going through a clean streak or something OCD like with his addictions from the whole blue gloves thing. tbh i saw those in the promo and thought it was blue screen and his hands were gonna be effed up lol.

ben shouts "lets go kill this bitch" and allison corrects "this is a rescue mission" sooooooo is reginal and or his wife the bitch in question? and like sloane is the only one missing from our group so maybe she's the one being rescued? or maybe one of the new characters (like gene and jean).

which brings me to a theory I'll get to after my trailer break down and before the second breakdown.

side bar but the xmen stile jet is great lol

the subway is 100% a metaphor for the timelines AND that house diego and luther are at is the one from season two where they see reggie and grace at that party

the mind thingies in the blue room are so fucked up and i cant tell if thats sloane or wife hargreeves or a grace return in the bg but im wondering if it connects them to other timelines? Im wondering if the woman is sloane bc abigail has such curly hair but it does remind me of grace so idk.

upside down umbrella is insane okay

starting to think the jet might be flashbacks

A SPACE SUIT HAND REACHES INTO A RED FORCE SOMETHING FOR ANOTHER HAND AND SLOANE MAYBE????

fuck organization if you have read this far welcome to my brain- anyway- theory is that her place got swapped for abigail hargreeves' on the moon and now our beloved moon boy has to save her from that place. so symbolic.

now i was half put down a few shots later when we see victor emit a similar color power later but trailer 2 kinda backs some stuff up.

so trailer 2

opens with ben alone and confused and vicktor calls ben at the phone booth leading me to 100% believe they have split up again and have to find each other. very nostalgic of season 1 and 2

"there's something happening to you and it's only gonna get worse" so this is either about just ben OR its about all of them. either way ben did look confused so his eldritch horrors are either hulking out or he's losing memory chunks like my theory suggests. but it might revolve around ben bc vicktor specifically says "you" in the next time about the world ending.

(wondering if luther nervous farted in the car lmao)

Gene and Jean are possibly conspiracy theorists or agents posing as them but its interesting they are bringing attention to the altered timelines.

okay yeah world ending revolves around ben im tired okay and not proofing this you're stuck with my ramblings

the white violin is for sure abi hargreeves no doubt it doesn't look like sloane and plus the violin viktor got was bc reggie gave it to him that he got from his wife before she died okay. fanfic rn where viktor is the chosen child fanfic rn where abi loves all the kids fanfic rn where shes alive but shes just as much of a dick and we could have an epic trans story for viktor and expectations and yeah anyway-

whoever said it was jenny in trailer two i wanna kiss u on the lips ur prolly right and i love you for it

"ben died because we failed as a team" "and-" "and what" FOLLOWED BY LUTHERS CONFUSED FACE LEADS ME TO ONE OF TWO THINGS AND YOU ALREADY KNOW ONE OF THEM memory loss my beloved or something shocking occurs to him or like he seems something idk

more blue room stuff and uh maybe its not mind stuff maybe its power stimulation like what if they dont have their powers but ben does idk.

who TF is klaus digging up

OH GUYS NO I THINK LUTHER IS A MALE DANCER THATS WHAT THE SPACE SUIT IS IDK WTF IS THIS SHOW I LOVE IT

anyway they keep showing that one scene and like idk im delulu about sloane im so tired and i am not ready for this show to end in 8 days im sobbing y'all

[ellesmerestarchild]

~Last Sunset~

"Walk through the fog And you'll find a little tree Hung in its branches Are the many sides of me I'm all you've got On this cursed Halloween You can't run away now, no It's time to feast" ~Time to Feast - Iron Mouse

Name: TBA Species: Human turned Vampire Alignment: Chaotic Evil Hobbies: Creating chaos, drinking wine, flirting with EVERYONE, archery, reading books. Lore tidebit: On the day of her wedding day, she stepped into a trap. Her so-called husband was holding another woman’s hand. An she was grabbed by hooded men and put onto an alter to be sacrificed. Her only saving grace was after death. Because of her rebirth, the sacrifice failed. Backfiring on the cult and her ex. Not before she took revenge upon them.

Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2bNYy7i7RIJMK481mjOTTF?si=669bd61c2a0e47bb

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Sponsered:

Store 1:

/Vae Victis\ - "Praestes" Half-moon Glasses Official post: Taxi: http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Eldritch/142/167/1015

Store 2:

PANIQ - Lunar Ring Official post: Taxi:

Store 3:

[Seydr] Aphopis Eyes - Full - Red EvoX [Seydr] Mesdae - Silver - EvoX [Seydr] Alagos - Eyes - Full EvoX [Seydr] Kreath Nails (01)

Taxi: http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Botanica%20Magika/31/82/1503

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Credits for other stores:

~Human version (in white)~

Body:

NO.MATCH_NO_MUSE REBORN by eBODY lelutka EvoX KAYA 3.1

BOM/Tattoo:

SOMEONE - Divinity Body SOMEONE - Evelyn Skin (face) [HEXUMBRA] Lilith - eye [HEXUMBRA] Rochelle Eye Makeup [HEXUMBRA] Sugar Lips [HEXUMBRA] Cordelia Eye Makeup [HEXUMBRA] Splatter Face EvoX Trend Makeup - Love Game Eyeliner

Clothes:

Ravenbell - Veiled Obsidian Hood Violent Seduction - Deimos Dress $RICH FATALE - HALLE GEM HEELS

~Vampire version (in black)~

Body:

NOVA. Moth (hair) REBORN by eBODY lelutka EvoX LILLY 3.1 [The DeadBoy] Carmilla Teeth

BOM/Tattoo:

Arkhive :: "Aine" - Fae Eyes [HEXUMBRA] Manifest Tattoo [HEXUMBRA] Drusilla Lipsticks [HEXUMBRA] Lilith - Eye Makeup [HEXUMBRA] Lilith - Veins [HEXUMBRA] Lilith Mouth Blood SOMEONE - Divinity Body SOMEONE - Evelyn Skin

Clothes:

MIDNA - Natasha Top [Cruel] Eternal (Dress) [CX] Enochian Succuba (Boots)

Extras:

[KRR] Inmon belly piercings CC - starstuff - Void

Background:

[RoS] Sanctum Meditatum Backdrop :: Solis Marketplace: https://marketplace.secondlife.com/p/RoS-Sanctum-Meditatum-Backdrop/25152012

Pose:

::Peppers:: Pose Friend #23 Marketplace: https://marketplace.secondlife.com/p/Peppers-Pose-Friend-23/17406210

[ash-and-books]

Rating: 1/5

Book Blurb:

A teen girl’s attempt to make amends with her former friend group takes a sinister turn during a weekend getaway at an ancestral Irish estate in this atmospheric, literary horror from the author of Those We Drown.

There’s something in the lake at Wren Hall.

At least, that’s what the locals say. Not that Meg cares much about the rumors. When she’s asked to spend Halloween weekend at the Ireland retreat of the wealthy Wren twins, she recognizes the invitation for exactly what it is: her last, and only, chance to save her spot at Greyscott’s, the exclusive British art school she attended on scholarship until last summer. Clever, beautiful, and talented, the twins are the pride of Greyscott’s, and kindhearted Lottie Wren was once Meg’s closest friend. But not anymore.

None of Meg’s old friend group have talked to her since she left school—and they especially don’t talk about the incident that resulted in her suspension. Now, Meg is willing to do whatever it takes to earn their forgiveness.

But Wren Hall turns out to be far from the idyllic country manor Meg was expecting. The house is damp and drafty, the mirrors are all covered, and the weed-choked lake is at the center of legends that haunt the property to this day—a tainted legacy the estate seems unable to shake.

The truth is, people aren’t the only ones who keep secrets. Places can keep them too—and Wren Hall is drowning in them. When the past bleeds into the present and ancient sins rise to the surface, Meg must ask herself how well she really knows her one-time best friends...or whether any of them will survive the weekend.

Review:

A girl's attempt to make amends with her former friend group takes a sinister turn at an ancestral Irish estate in this gothic horror story inspired by Edgar Allan Poe's The Fall of the House of the Usher. Meg has been invited to visit her former friends for the weekend at their ancestral Irish estate, its the opportunity for her to make amends after the "incident" that got her exiled last year and had all her friends ghosting her. Meg needs this chance to get back in their good graces, and when the gorgeous Wren Twins invite you, you don't say no. Meg was best friends with Lottie Wren... and having a very secret relationship with Lottie's twin brother Seb.... who was also in an on and off relationship with another friend in the group Laure. Yet an incident occurred during the ball last year that involved Seb, Laure, and Meg and now Meg has to make amends with Laure if she wants to get back into the group. Yet spending the weekend at a creepy manor and seeing strange things... and possible horrors and banshees while dealing with her complicated relationship with Seb, Meg has a lot on her plate including trying to remember what actually happened last year. This book was a huge miss for me, and as a big Edgar Allan Poe fan, this was just a disappointment. It definitely gave off YA Bly Manor vibes and every single character in this book was unlikable. Meg had barely any backbone and was boy crazy about Seb, a guy who had no personality and treated her like trash. It was just a disappointing read and all the "horror" moments really just didn't spark anything in me. If you like Bly Manor but with tons of teen drama and very low scares, this could be a good book for you, while if you are a Poe Fan and prefer actual gothic mysteries and horrors, I'd say pass on it.

Release Date: July 30,2024

Publication/Blog: Ash and Books (ash-and-books.tumblr.com)

*Thanks Netgalley and Random House Children's | Delacorte Press for sending me an arc in exchange for an honest review*

[shpadoinkle-day]

hi again!! its 1st time cannibal the musical watcher again- i might start signing my asks or somethin cus i keep wanting to talk but like you're always sharing such obscure random stuff.. DO YOU HAVE A FAVORITE THING YOU'VE DISCOVERED OR FOUND?? specific quote of an interview or a particular photo you've found ???

hiii anon lovely to see you back! feel free to tag yourself if you prefer that way, but either way you're much appreciated 🥰

I have so much stuff I found (I'd say it more like... was lucky to run into while researching 😵‍💫) that I love, but to name a few...

"My lovely wife Matt Stone" aka Trey's BOM speech from Feb 25 2013 at the first west end preview. How I found this: So, sometimes when I'm bored I'll pick a random mattrey blog that's been active for a long time, open an old post from their archive, see if there's old inactive mattrey blogs in the notes, and look through their archive to see if there's any posts I could make resurface that had stopped circulating, right? The funny thing is I'll go on reblog sprees, so I actually hadn't listened to the audio when I reblogged it. I was only informed of what it said when I saw others freak out about it.

Daily Show with Craig Kilborn. Why it's my fav? Well, aside from being adorable and iconic, it landed my youtube channel in the lost media wiki! How I found it is actually quite easy, when you look up fansites on the web archive you can do specific search for the files the web archive has saved from it. Turns out sometimes quicktime files work! Four parts were in canniballovers and one in dtisfu if I remember correctly, I just edited them together and posted it. Still wish someone could find it in better quality though. 😔

I'm gonna list a bunch of pictures now... because there's many. 😭 But my absolute N1 is probably the Halloween Robert Smith Trey picture. How I found it is simple, just looking up random words on facebook. Probably "trey parker", nothing special. This and this from the Ron Jeremy website on the web archive, though I think maybe the second one had already been circulating I'm not exactly sure. Showgirl Halloween Trey. The kiss pictures. Pink haired Trey!! This NATPE (?) picture. These older Trey pics where he's serving absolute cunt. This Lapdance/Sundance (?) pic. And these too. This reverse cap one altho this was from twitter I don't think I was the first to come across it tbh. These three from the "A Million Laughs" fb page... Bowl hat... Trey with the blue umbrella full pic... tho I wouldn't say I "found it" only that I got to it first the day it was posted... Trey in the matching christmas pajama from 2018... I'm gonna stop but my heart is pretty big and I like all pics...

These measly 7 secs of SDCC footage only because of the first mattrey pic included because that pose from Trey is everythinggg.

This oscars clip because Trey does such a graceful hair flip 😭

Le Petit Package pics though all I did was waltz into the lost media thread and see they had been posted...

The forbidden mattrey slides which we may never see... these were all from worthpoint, which is just a website that archives past ebay bids.

Annual Diversity Awards for the Trey serve ofc.

And finally, I'm very partial to "Matt's a cock".

As to how I come across anything... it's lots of free time. Like I'm talking hours daily just picking a random lead and following it. It may be a website you think hasn't been thoroughly searched (I've tried fb, ig, twitter, worthpoint, ebay, wordpress, tripod, weebly, various fansites on webarchive, footage.net, bilibili/baidu, vimeo, dailymotion, flickr, a load of sketchy other websites I don't remember anymore... basically trey parker has brought me to places I wouldn't go with a gun...) a combination of words, a new search engine that may give u different results (I've tried the ones listed in the lost media wiki guide, my favorite is startpage). Using targeted searching like "word" or site:x "word" or "word combo" before:year, basically trying to make google your bitch. I also use gettyimages like a visual wiki of events Trey's been to+the date, it's quite useful... ik you didn't ask the "how" part but aaaa I like talking about it 😭 I have a lot of fun. Even though sometimes I just come up empty handed even after hours of research. More often than not tbh. Also I'm an obsessed weirdo who checks the words "trey parker" daily on twitter, tumblr, ig, fb, yt, web archive and ebay. 🫠

And also the concept of finding is weird because it has happened to me that I thought I had found something and then it actually had been circulating already, so I tried really hard to answer you by only listing stuff I was fairly sure hadn't been circulating before I got to it, but I mean... it doesn't really matter! I'm here to serve, I just like sharing whatever stuff I run into, it'll happen that it's new to me but it really isn't. 😵‍💫 I try...

I like this too also but I didn't find it, it was pretty available already fjdkg you know Jack Shih was at that dodgeball event?

Favorite funfact that I haven't had a chance to share yet, so now you know!

[tcintedsvcrets]

Trick or Treat

This dream isn't feeling sweet We're reeling through the midnight streets And I've never felt more alone It feels so scary getting old

tws: drug use, gore, assault, drowning, murder

Truly, she didn’t know how she’d ended up getting roped into helping out, something about too much candy or spiked cider. Daniela wasn’t nosy enough to question it, and honestly, after crossing paths with Viktor she couldn’t pull a single thought straight enough to comprehend. All she knew right then, as she tipped out the silver tub filled with water that was undoubtedly also tainted with paint and silly string, was that the moment alone might have been a saving grace before she chalked the night up to being entirely ruined. There were few things in life that Daniela loved more than fright-fest - her name was always on the list of volunteers to help organize the weekend. The idea that a run in with her one and only ex could destroy an event she’d been looking forward to since last year ended, was proof enough that he’d shattered her through to her core. 

Pathetic. It swam around in her mind like a gale-force wind, the bitter taste on her tongue too thick to swallow back as it coagulated into a thickened knot in the back of her throat. One day - one day, Daniela knew she’d be able to look at them and know that there was nothing more they could do to her. The clang of metal against the concrete basin in the shed felt like a minor wake-up call - it was Halloween, and it was not the time for the heat of tears to blossom in the corner of her eyes. Neither could she find anything as such to distract her from it - Atticus was, well... She pinched roughly at the bridge of her nose, “Fuck,” her knee collided with the metal tub with a loud crash, the shotty piping of the tap above reverberating just long enough to get her through the fleeting moment necessary to pull herself together as she soon twisted the tap on - the rough squeak as it turned making her wince slightly.

The chill that crept in was enough for her to look back at the door, swinging slightly open in the late night breeze, the cacophony of sound from beyond tempting her back into the light that would help her fake it through another day. She could do this. She would do this. Just as she had every other day - a quick side note to find Dylan, she still had some cash left for the week and undoubtedly, nothing would be more beneficial to her than anything he had on offer. Daniela couldn’t let the high wear off, it’d been almost five years and she knew that was one thing she wouldn’t handle well. 

The lightbulb overhead swung back and forth on its cord as if it’d only just been switched on and she paused, for little more than a moment trying to listen out for someone else within the shed, looking to scare her. But nothing - nothing but music and screaming and the ethereal giggle of people that reminded her she needed to get this shit done so she could go back to being careless. So careless, in the way she’d once again lashed out at Marcy - spilling things she’d never spoken aloud to anyone but Parker. Careless, in the way that she’d drink herself stupid and hopefully find Jesse in the dark of his living room to fuck away the pain. How did one satisfy themselves while ruining every aspect of their life without any real intention? Each way she turned, she seemed to set ablaze a life that could have been more. Water. Apples. Fucking focus. 

Turning the tap off with a certain new breath of life, Daniela plastered on a smile that could have fooled anyone, reaching for the crate of apples that sat upon the bench only feet away, it hit her like a brick. The buckle in her knee as it was kicked in from behind spliced sharply through her leg as she slammed into the concrete, “What the fu..---” the finality of her outrage falling short as a hand ripped through her braids, gripping with vice like strength to slam her face down into the edge of the basin. It split every thought into fireworks, an explosion shooting through her temple until she saw little more than a blip of stars. Even still, her fingers curled around the metal sink, as if clinging to it would somehow keep her there forever, the water that had splashed across the surface making it difficult to find permanent purchase as the same vice like grip curled around her ankle and yanked her backwards, “Get the fuck off me,” she kicked, once, twice - a third time, and was met by nothing more than darkness, as something hard, solid and sharp, smashed down against the back of her head.

It’s fleeting, no more than a few moments, that her head swims and the light comes back to her in a blur. Daniela can’t tell if she’s still within the confines of the shed, but the ground feels solid - cold, and all she can see is the back of whoever drags her by her legs - hands trailing behind, even as she tries to claw at the ground. They stop, abruptly, and though they turn - crouching down over her, she sees nothing of detail. Nothing she could remember, the mask in place of features skewes everything and she whimpers in some attempt to scream. The opportune moment they’d been waiting for, as they pressed the apple into her lips. Almost gentle at first, until she refuses, her head falling wayside. Fingertips - gloved - grasp at her cheeks, pressing in until Daniela feels the pain splinter across her jaw and she cries out. It’s a strangled cry, cut short as the fruit is forcibly caught between her teeth.

The heaviness she feels in her arm as she pulls it from the ground, trying to grasp at the mask is pointless as they return to full height - and though she already feels lost, she’s suddenly caught up within a swell of dread like she’s never felt before. Terror builds within onyx hues, and silently, she pleads with her attacker. Though, much like each attempt she’d made to claw her way from the depths of darkness, it was to no avail.

A shoe comes down against the apple with such force it’s indescribable. Teeth shatter, pushed inwards by the pressure and she tastes blood in the back of her throat. Coughing as the fruit presses deeper and her jaw yields to the pressure. Quickly, she struggles to draw air into her lungs, between the swell of blood and the apple jammed so deeply it blocks her airway. 

Tears flow freely - but she isn’t crying. It’s fear, manifesting the only way she can manage as her body refuses to react. The wound at the back of her head making thought and action impossible to collide. There’s no hope left, hair ripped from her scalp as she’s once again dragged to her knees, the whole world pulsates in the same way the back of her head does. She’s caught within the attempt to see through the fog and pulling limply at the grip they hold her with. Fire burns at the corners of her mouth, the flesh of her lips pulled taught and ripping as she heaves and fights for air, blood and saliva drip past her chin, splattering the ground she kneels upon. The sound of metal, and splashing water comes nearer, the chill as it spills over the lip of the bucket against her thighs tells her everything she needs to know. The murmur she manages is little more than a squeak beyond the apple jammed in her throat, still, she coughs and splutters trying to find a moment of strength that can bring her back from the edge and when something presses into the back of her head, pushing her forward, Daniela fights it, as much as she can.

But her energy is spent, shattered in the blinding light of pain and a swinging bulb that once screamed at her to run. All at once, she bites down against the apple, hoping it might split further and topple from her mouth, yet all it does it inflict an ache that lights everything in white hot flame, every nerve ending shooting excruiciating pain into the back of her skull, as her world is quickly silenced.

Panic is all she knows. Panic and the blurred sound that the depth of water pulls her into. Hands grip at the edge of the tub, pushing with all the might her exhausted frame offers her, but there’s nothing to give. Nothing that isn’t immediately taken from her as she is pushed so far into the water that the bubbles that rise with every attempted scream, hit the bottom before they rise. 

Fingernails tear against the tub, against the concrete as she kicks at the unknown, every movement drawing another breath from lungs that cannot take it. Blood and water spill, and such a hold becomes impossible.

Everything, becomes impossible.

Trick or treat, she thinks, as water seeps through and fills what her blood and the damned apple doesn’t. 

[trialbymagicks]

A Spooktacular Witch’s Brew: The Real Magic of Scary Godmother

It's that spooktacular time of year where the magic and the mundane merge once again for a night of tricks and treats! Just what is it about the Scary Godmother movies that makes them such an enduring cult classic?

The Part Where We Act Like This Is The Inspirational Personal Essay On A Recipe Blog

As someone who has always loved the spooky season and held a fond place in my heart for Halloween, I was drawn to stories – particularly movies – that suited the occasion. To name just a few: the Halloweentown movies, Hocus Pocus, The Little Vampire, Twitches and its sequel, The Nightmare Before Christmas, and of course Scary Godmother were all top of the very long list.

Perhaps not-so-surprisingly, as I revisit these tales from my childhood I’ve noticed that they seem to share common themes. Families or found families of outcasts celebrating their individuality in an environment that seems hand-crafted for them, often using Halloween as a time to openly hide in plain sight during a merging of two different worlds (the magical and the mundane) and ultimately fighting for their right to coexist when a closed-minded force threatens to destroy them. As I engaged with these stories growing up, I often found myself feeling like I was coming home just as the protagonists did when they embarked on their journeys of self-discovery and acceptance.

My own personal journey with the season has been a bit of a bumpy one. For the majority of my childhood, I adored the idea of getting to dress up as whatever I wanted to be and live out a magical fantasy. Once I reached my teenage years and struggled to understand who or what I was through the extremely confusing “socially-acceptable” lens of my peers, Halloween suddenly became the one day I felt like I could wear a costume and be as weird as I wanted to be because no one could judge me for it. Then depression soon hit me like a sack of bricks and that spark of joy the season had brought me began to wither away, the only saving grace being that I could still watch the movies I’d grown up with and feel at least a little like I was home again in my own skin, though I longed to be a part of those worlds instead. Now, a decent way into my adulthood, I have started to return to my roots and discover an even deeper appreciation for the occasion.

The Recipe For A Halloween Cult Classic

Scary Godmother started out as a hybrid comic-novel book series created by Jill Thompson for her niece as a way of spreading the Halloween joy to readers of all ages in a market that she felt was lacking the material. Two of her original stories were adapted to the screen in 2003 and 2005, both of which received her supervision and guidance during the creative process.

Step 1: For a unique and easily identifiable look, toss two art styles in a blender and pulse until satisfied. Be careful not to over-blend!

Mom says it’s Hannah’s turn with the eyes!

First things first, we have to address the elephant in the room: The mix of CGI models on 2.5D backgrounds is wild to look at and the internet has been abuzz with reviewers, reaction channels, and casual viewers alike commenting on how hauntingly unsettling it is. They point out the soullessness of the eyes on many of the human characters. There have been frantic questions about why the movies weren’t animated in 2D like Jill Thompson’s beautiful storybook illustrations. Was it only because CGI animation is quicker and cheaper to produce?

Luckily for our curious minds, the answers to these questions are simple. This was Jill Thompson’s vision!

The movie designs are accurate adaptations of her original illustrations and in fact the CGI was her decision. When discussing how to approach the style of the movie, she specified that she did not want live-action and she absolutely did not want 2D “because I’m doing 2D. Nobody else should be doing 2D, just me.” (Yes, she really did say in a Comics Bulletin interview that that was her reason. No, I’m not sure I understand it either.)

Perhaps a 2D animated movie would have looked less jarring, but I’ll say it – these movies are extremely charming in a storybook way largely in part due to that animation. The 3D characters perform highly energetic visual gags that often make them look as though they are leaping off the 2D pages of their world. Much like turning the pages of a pop-up book, it looks unreal and quite a bit magical, and may have been what first drew the attention of channel-surfing kids every year.

Step 2: Sprinkle in a Found Family of “weirdo” character types that you enjoy coming back to every year. Go ahead, really make it feel like a home away from home~

I always looked forward to catching this movie on TV every year because there’s something so sweet about Hannah’s found family journey with the inhabitants of The Fright Side. I mean, what Halloween-loving kid wouldn’t be drawn to a whimsical spooktakular adventure into a world of feel-good Halloween vibes? They welcome her into their home and encourage her to be her authentic self the way they live their own lives openly among friends who understand and appreciate them.

The three “broommates” in charge of the monster house are Scary Godmother, Bug-a-boo, and Skully. Their quirky trio truly is the backbone of the group.

Oh my god, they were broommates.

As the monster under the bed, Bug-a-boo is the quintessential misunderstood “looks intimidating on the outside but is a huge softie inside” character. If Boo immediately getting attached to Sully in Monsters Inc. got you right in the heart as a kid, then you’ll understand what makes Hannah’s friendship with Bug-a-boo hit home. She spends the first movie steadily realizing that they share interests and favorite foods, which makes him far less scary and allows her to appreciate his fun-loving nature. When he easily breaks down all the stereotypes Hannah had been taught to believe, it becomes clear that he’s looking out for her more than the guardian she had been told to depend on. To kids who were considered “weird” enough to like monsters, this dynamic feels personal.

Scary Godmother is like the cool aunt who always has her pockets filled with candy for the niblings. She takes a no-nonsense approach to her broommates’ shenanigans, making sure they don’t frighten Hannah too much before she gets the chance to adjust to the new setting, and you just know that if you ever had trouble at home she would be there in a heartbeat to take you in. There’s something about the good witch who can be a little bit bad when the situation calls for it that strikes a personal chord with a lot of misfits.

In the human world, Skully Pettibone is a skeleton in the closet, but in The Fright Side no one is pushing him to stay in any closets! He is out and proud and extremely loud about it. In fact, the first time we see him he’s flamboyantly busting out of the closet with the dramatic flair of a stand-up comedian ready for his grand debut. Somehow, he is both too much and not enough at the same time, so you’re already expecting it by the time he spontaneously breaks out into show tunes.

Oh, and they have the most adorable ghost cat named Boozle who occasionally hacks up scareballs. I love him.

Of course they also have an assortment of friends who have been invited to the party.

The most controversial is undoubtedly Harry the werewolf, a theater kid if you ever saw one. He is like the weird uncle who always shows up intoxicated to family gatherings (or he will be soon after he gets there), believes pajamas count as casual clothes, and has a serious case of the munchies. His fourth wall breaking humor flies over the heads of most everyone in the room and, though these facets of his personality consequently makes him the butt of every joke, he’ll read comics with you, howl at the moon, and make you laugh as he dramatically recites dialogue from your favorite scenes alongside the characters during movie night… even when he overstays his welcome.

Naturally, every band of monster misfits has to include a vampire or three! Orson and his parents are the old-fashioned goth family that gives HOAs nightmares.

Max is the socially awkward Nosferatu out of time with a morbid sense of humor, reminiscing about the olden days of vampire royalty and struggling to adopt already outdated slang in order to fit in with the younger generations. Ruby is the better-adjusted Queen of the Night who finds herself caught between supporting her husband’s preference for tradition and encouraging their son’s individuality. It’s a tough job trying to get them to meet somewhere in the middle, but she has learned to go with the flow. As for Orson, he is the stand-in for every kid whose parents unintentionally embarrass them in front of their friends with cheesy jokes and an awkward amount of affectionate doting.

Step 3: To build the plot, mix 3 parts sugar for your Pure-hearted Hero with 2 parts spice for your Unrelenting Bully and voila! If the Bully gets comeuppance and Good prevails, you’ve done it right! Don’t hold back; make it cheesy!

Did anyone else notice his ears got hairy? His parents let him throw out all but two pairs of clothes they never wash and his friends think he stinks… Just how unkempt IS he?

The premise for the first movie is pretty simple: Jimmy and his friends don’t want to babysit Jimmy’s little cousin while they Trick-or-Treat, so they decide to pull a mean prank to scare her by locking her in the Spook House after filling her head with tales of child-eating monsters. In response to Hannah’s tears, Scary Godmother shows up to whisk her away to The Fright Side and show her that monsters are people too!

While Hannah has the most spooktacular Halloween of her life, the older kids realize that their determination to ruin Hannah’s night caused them to miss out on all the Halloween fun they had hoped to have without her as they spend hours worrying over why they can’t hear her screams of terror from the Spook House.

The comedy lies in the eyeballs!

In the end, Hannah’s new friends help her scare her bullies in return and paint her as the brave hero of their little act, thereby winning over Jimmy’s friends for the sequel and leaving Jimmy with a full year of unresolved psychological trauma that he winds up channeling into a desire to destroy Halloween forever.

Hannah is clearly the glue that holds the entire human world together. Like many young protagonists, her wide-eyed enthusiasm for the holiday and willingness to think of everyone she meets as her friend the instant they’re nice to her is a large part of her charm. It is easy to put yourself in her shoes as she meets the denizens of The Fright Side for the first time or imagine yourself similarly solving the world’s Halloween-related problems with unquenchable optimism. She thinks outside the box and appreciates the charm in the homemade aspect of the holiday that has been overshadowed by the commercialism of the season for too long.

Someone smashed all the pumpkins in the pumpkin patch, jeopardizing that farmer’s livelihood? That’s just the mouth for their jack-o-lanterns!

Someone vandalized all the Halloween costumes and tampered with the candy in the store with no concern whatsoever for the employees whose paychecks might be at risk due to product loss? Just recycle last year’s costumes and make your own treats! Who needs candy anyway?

Someone TP’d the Spook House, littering and making it someone else’s problem to clean up later? That’s not toilet paper, that’s ghost decorations! How thoughtful!

Meanwhile, Jimmy was so traumatized by the experience from the first movie that he became a paranoid Home Alone style shut-in with a vendetta against an entire holiday… and no one was concerned about this. It’s honestly amazing how these human kids overreact to everything and yet their friend having a trauma-induced breakdown wasn’t even a blip on their radar.

He’s hallucinating monsters in his spaghetti, kids. I don’t know what else to tell you. This boy needs therapy.

Jimmy’s gradual descent from casual trespassing and bullying in the first movie to full on vandalism and destruction in the sequel is a character arc with real stakes for more than just the humans. No longer content to simply pick on his cousin, he nearly destroys The Fright Side in his attempt to rid the world of monsters and ruin his friends’ fun. But of course all it takes is an invitation to join the party he tried to crash and a chance to meet the source of his nightmares in a less scary setting to heal his mental and emotional scarring, thereby officially welcoming him back into the friend group and ending the story on a happy note.

Step 4: Bind it all together with an “anything goes” magic system and you’re done!

As the resident witch, Scary Godmother is the primary magic user of the movies and she can do whatever the plot calls for – or whatever looks the coolest to impress the children watching. The way she uses her magic can be boiled down to a few basics: flight, teleportation, levitation, telekinesis, materialization and dematerialization, and some classic illusions.

Her preferred methods of travel appear to be flying on her broomstick for long distances, teleportation for snappy appearances, and using her wings to fly around the house when walking just won’t do. She often uses telekinesis to move objects and get the house ready for Halloween or to levitate a particularly lazy werewolf out of bed.

She will materialize a spider web handkerchief to dry Hannah’s tears and one of her favorite tricks is materializing decorations on a whim for the house parties, but she summons all manner of items when needed and dispels them just as quickly once they have served their purpose. Only once or twice does she ever chant a spell while doing so, most likely for dramatic effect, so it’s safe to presume her magic doesn’t require it.

Perhaps she is at her most terrifying when she summons ethereal skeletal arms that shoot out from her hands to do her bidding against pests or when she uses her illusion magic to appear to melt her whole body into a puddle a la the Wicked Witch of the West. But most of her illusions are beautiful spectacles like releasing colorful trails of magic from her hands or hat to light up the darkness.

The Fright Side itself is a highly magical place with a mostly whimsical take on the concept of a magic system. According to Scary Godmother, it is responsible for such tasks as changing the color of the leaves each season, painting the clouds into the sky, and knitting spider webs. And you don’t need a magic broom to travel there either, since there is a magic key that creates a portal to The Fright Side when used on any door. But the most interesting detail is the thread that holds it all together.

You may be familiar with the concept of certain monsters or nonhuman entities that only exist if enough people believe in them. Or how about the idea that these entities’ power is determined by how many people believe in them? The Fright Side seems to work in a similar way. As seen in The Revenge of Jimmy, its magic is directly linked to how much Halloween spirit exists in the human world – particularly this one town where the main characters live, for plot reasons – because if the holiday was ever retired, not only would Scary Godmother lose her magic and the monsters become their human world counterparts… the magical world around them would disappear into the void altogether.

Final Food For Thought

So, with all that in mind, I really do have to wonder…

The magic calendar showed us that, if humans stopped celebrating Halloween or believing in it, October 31st would cease to exist at all and The Fright Side would disappear. But if the hard work of Scary Godmother and The Fright Side are responsible for such basic things as clouds in the sky and the changing seasons, how would that even work? Would what humans call science suddenly take over again to fill the gap in the universe? Or maybe what humans call science is the same thing as the magic used by The Fright Side to perform those tasks and nothing would change at all.

That’s not even addressing the fact that the complete erasure of October 31st would somehow transition the human world to a 364-day calendar. When it comes to the universe, there is usually a give and take, so would February 29th become a permanent day in the calendar to replace it and February 30th be declared a new Leap Year day to even things out?

These and many more are not questions we are meant to ask as casual viewers of the movies, but it sure is fun to think about!

Note: This article was originally posted on WordPress on October 31, 2022.

[dedcandy]

Scream VI Trailer & Thoughts

Thirty-four years ago Jason (Friday the 13th franchise) took Manhattan… for about 15 minutes… now Ghostface is back for another installment of the Scream franchise and is taking on The Big Apple with a shotgun in hand!

  The Scream VI trailer has dropped fairly quickly after the original teaser showed multiple Ghostfaces haunting some of the Scream 5 alum on a New York subway train on Halloween night. The train included a gaggle of costumed passengers dressed as several horror movie characters. The scene featured a familiar looking Ghostface and brought a familiar feeling of dread, cornering fear and a splash of IYKYK humor into a totally different setting for Scream.

The new trailer jumps into action with the returning characters of sister Sam (Melissa Barrera) and Tara Carpenter (Jenna Ortega) begging for help in a New York corner store. A now slightly worn looking Ghostface, boldly follows them and dispatches a store patron with the familiar hunting knife we all know so well… Then seemingly takes out the store clerk with a shotgun while the Carpenter sisters hide. Add some suspense and cut to the studio cards.

The rest of the trailer highlights Sam as being our apparent antagonist again. More of Tara taking on the original Kirby role as the strong character we’d rather be following and rooting for. The return of Gale Weathers telling Ghostface they ain’t shit (again) and Ghostface creepishly telling Gale, “There has never been one like me…” and that is pretty much it… I mentioned Kirby right?

#JUSTICEFORKIRBY

That’s right! Hayden Panettiere is reprising the role of Kirby Reed, which in my opinion was the only saving grace and lore additive of the glossy, boring Scream 4 sequel. In the trailer she seems to be taking on the link to the past role of Sidney Prescott (don’t get me started on where Sidney is in this film). There isn’t much Kirby in the trailer which frightens me as I would love to see her and Tara (Jenna Ortega) teaming up throughout this film as the new Gale and Sidney.

If you haven’t figured it out yet, I was not and am not a fan of the Sam character. Notice I said “character”. She seemed to fall flat in comparison to her sisters opening scene from Scream 5 that brought back that terrifying feeling of someone in the house. That scene brought my love for the franchise back and it slowly faded as the film went on. Though I do like the film. Sam’s backstory was a reach with ties to her father being Billy Loomis and her seeing his ghost (oof). Besides those oddities, I don’t know where the character of Sam went wrong. Whether it was writing, acting or directing I just never cared for her and yet it seems we’ll be following her journey against Ghostface again.

Apparent story elements include, a serial killer shrine with a lot of Ghostface paraphernalia, Tara gathering the troops to set a trap for the new Ghostface and some clips of New York. Remember that Scream is notorious for filming extra scenes and different endings to throw the cast and crew off of spoiling the films surprise reveal endings. This started back in 1997 when the ending of Scream 2 was leaked online at the beginning of the internet blog age. So, we as fans know, whatever they are showing us could be completely different from the final product.

Let’s cut into where this film might be going and where we might want to see it actually go.

    Remember that Scream is meant to be a parody of horror films. It is supposed to be aware of horror movie rules and keep those rules in line with its own story. Each sequel has added new elements from its surrounding horror movie landscape. And don’t forget, Scream has a love affair with John Carpenter and Debra Hill’s Halloween.   With that in mind, here is the story the trailer is telling me.

   There are probably multiple Ghostface killers. SURPRISE!! Away from Roman in Scream 3 there has always been multiple killers but something about this trailer and recent “requel” debacle in the Halloween franchise makes me think we are getting more than two. One, the obvious. The trailer shows different versions of the Ghostface mask terrorizing people. There are also scenes, mostly on a subway car, of multiple Ghostface masked maniacs together. Some scenes highlighting Sam’s “darkness” shows her in possession of the worn mask. With Sam’s link to Billy Loomis, his ghost influencing her and bringing to the edge of killing, and that link to current horror films, my guess is that Sam may be a killer or have a killer in her head. It’s cliché, it’s kind of lame but it’s where the trailer leads my thoughts. There is also that line “There has never been one like me…”. Well, our antagonist final girl has never turned out to be the killer so that would be different from what the franchise has offered. Remember that Billy Loomis was a killer in Scream, Billy’s mom was a killer in Scream 2 and to keep it all in the family, Sam, the daughter of Billy Loomis could be one of the killers in Scream VI.

    But’s that doesn’t explain more than two killers. One of my favorite fun-facts of the Scream franchise is that Mathew Lillard, who played Stu Macher and the accomplice to Billy Loomis in the original Scream, has been on set for almost all of the Scream films and has been credited as an extra in the films. Yes, Stu has technically been in more Scream films than you thought. This has led to a fabulous fan theory and fanfiction that Stu never actually died in the first film and has been rotting away in prison since 1996. I love reading fan theories and ideas as it is often times better that the products we get from Hollywood. Another fanfic is that with people’s fascination with serial killers and true crimes these days, Stu Macher has a fan club that is slowly turning cult. Members take on the Ghostface persona to hunt in Stu’s name! This story makes a lot more sense for the Sidney Prescott storyline which has been put on hold at least for now (don’t you dare get me started on why that is).

Cult horror and viral killers are in season! Several horror films lately are exploring cults as slashers and TikTok relevence puts this or a similar idea in play for Scream.

     What if those seeds were planted in this film? What if multiple killers are acting in the name of one mastermind? The big unmasking at the end gives us killers with random identity, a bunch of nobodies? What if Stu has rehabilitated and has somehow been released? How about Stu taking on a modified Cotton Weary role, claiming he has no involvement in the cult of Stu and just want’s peace? Give us a nice big cliffhanger into Scream 7 of Stu calling for a Sidney Prescott return. "Surprise Sidney!"

 No, no. Farfetched and too creative for a franchise of parody. That would require breaking the mold a bit too much. I foresee the usual mix of the past coming to haunt some of our main characters and an emotional death of one of our female leads. My hope is that is  Sam, my fear is it will be Tara.                

Because of the trailer and hype around the New York setting I’m wondering how much New York will actually play into the film. The opening scene of the trailer has the feel of a final chase scene with Ghostface resorting to a shotgun because they have tried everything else to kill the Carpenter sisters. My guess is the film will be set mostly in Woodsboro with the Carpenters and gang.. Gale Weathers resides in New York and is attacked mid-film in her sky rise apartment. This attack and some link to the past will bring the Woodsboro Mystery Machine to New York to join forces with Gale. Much like Sidney to Hollywood in Scream 3. When Scream 3 ditched Woodsboro for Hollywood it left a bad taste in the fans mouth (I personally dug it) Though Scream VI is not as bold as the Friday the 13th film title was with “Jason Takes Manhattan”, we the audience are being sold a Ghostface in Manhattan film. How fitting would it be if we get a laughable nod and the same small amount of runtime in New York as we did with Jason thirty-four years ago?

-Written by Lance Knight

Article is intended for entertainment purposes and creative exploration.

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[solardick]

Don’t know what to post tonight, save too much personable. As these last several years attest to.

Let’s look for more bs in tarot. B and S. the peddler and the devil. Veiled by the excrement from the stern. Broken towers. Broken homes.

The lovers card, connected by number. Would tend to be expected to its proper designation, of valentines day. Naturally. But it’s not. Valentines day is the tower. Named after a godly man, apparently, who was executed for whatever bs was meant to reach you, and whatever disdain, it would raze.

Christmas gets the devil card. Preferable in some respect. Giving valentines day, the devil card. Would work perfectly. If it wasn’t as in waite’s design. Some saving grace according for a single picture. And it still doesn’t do that date right.

It fits though. Too well. And shows added power of definition. Known only to those who have lived it or intimately knew one who did. It frees the devil from the natural conclusion of the lovers. Its a none sexual card.

The tower, standing tall would be a welcoming relief. It’s broken though. Doesn’t really that image justice though, if it involves going out on a limp outside of your comfort zone, seeking the all pervasive validation. Its a fearful introversion before the actual shot. If you count insecurities. And then it works. But this is all pre-menstrual. And doesn’t fit the habititude of accomplishment fortifying the free use of unhampered will.

Never been on a date, can’t speak much further in that direction.

The gregorian calendar, with the pope’s stamp of approval. Plays out a long 4 year long repetition of cards sequences. Fallowing the same cyclic rule.

The end of each month then becomes its own sequence. And the added leap year day becomes the wheel.

Three old hermits and readjustment. Which makes 13. Thirteen cards form the sequence. Fitting for halloween the night of shadows and death is on the last day of the month, as is christmass near the end of the month. And holds a special place for creation to repetition. For it is not found as part of the end sequence even though it represents exactly that. There’s a mal-alignment in numbering.

It brings a Venusian element to the image of death. Death, the devil and the tower. The three holiday cards.

On another note, i thought pluto was supposed to destroy everything you are to something new. Not a reset button going back to the same thing as it started out to be. Whats the point in life, or accomplishing anything? If you know it doesnt matter and its going to reset anyway.

Do what is the tarot? The devil’s handbook, with the recipe on how to rape another person. That shits all over interpersonal and social relations. Like everyother “divinatory” body of information based upon the empowerment of the feminine psyche towards destructive means.

Well at anyrate now that they lowered the stress. And the removal of the power trippin. I’m less destabilized. Less vulgar. Still broken, and the last 7 years seemed a pointless waste of life. When on every turn, theres someone there, weaseling their way to break down all youve erected for your benefit and everyone else around. Some hillbilly inbred BS. If you can get over the evil eye and understand what is actually meant by inbred BS.

One hell of a depressing strength card. The buck. Surrounded by wolves, and preyed upon by hunters. It’s an extremely burdening strength, having to wear that crown. Serrounded by serpents. That want you to survive, or to the others whom take it’s pride for themselves.

Just the way its always been. Theres never been any refuge. Save for intimacy, and the softness of the feminine form. The power of the bird is masculine vibrancy. Brilliancy and effort. The woman are mostly boring. The crow being one of the exceptions. The opposite of colour. There’s a clash here between the image and the “norm”. The hyper sexual culture clashes with that of the feminine form. Of shaven bodies, revealing clothing playing hints, and mimicry of arousal to make up a finer point. All mating calls. And the elevated stresses placed upon instinctual reactions, to dumb the curve.

The empress next to the devil is irefutable.

This last year of casually looking into the tarot.

And then i saw her hands and thought. Wow, those are some ugly hands. I like appendages. Hands and feet are important. Shows how one handles and steps upon the earth.

[o-fields]

This is one I wasn’t going to make it so long, but when that first part popped into my head, I just had to write it. The ending was supposed to to be different, but I didn’t like it as much as another ending I thought of for it. I kind of just wanted to write a little story and after that first stanza. I wasn’t sure if I was going to finish it before Halloween, but I enjoyed every second writing it. It came out at 1,469 words, and this one has become one of my favorites. Apologies for any error. This one is for Halloween. -Fields

Ambiance 10: A Season Full of Bones

There was once a Gravedigger and a Diviner wedded until death.

They cherished each other’s company until they shared their final breath.

Now, it was never about their death, the same ending for us all.

When our bones become the home of insects and their everlasting thrall.

It’s about before their last, long before the day they were sent below to their graves.

This is about the gravedigger, who had only one life to save, and a Diviner who saw the coming days.

Graveyards are a story full of bones.

Of skeletons who made the place their final home.

But kick a stone and they’ll know, who walks above their graves.

For the Gravedigger this is how they spent their days, befriending skeletons, learning their names.

In the end you could say all the gravedigger’s friends still remain.

Homes are full of fire, whether the warmth that joins a family, or the fire they tend to rest by.

The diviner works their home, keeps the fire and spirits high.

If you’re referring to drinks, they’ll make one you’re willing to try.

When you’re done they’ll tell you your fortune, from birth to death, they’ll tell you right.

Then say, “when walking at night on the roadside, don’t go towards the light.”

Their spaces were their domain, one a hearth, the other full of graves.

The Gravedigger worn, and the Diviner full of grace.

Then one day, a person passes their door, asking for a place to rest.

The Diviner welcomes them, and says they’ll do their best.

The passerby thanks them, then takes a seat round the hearth.

The Diviner starts to cook as the Gravedigger tends the Earth.

The passerby says it’s familiar, much like their job now.

The Diviner remarks, I hope you made your mother proud.

The passerby chuckles, old breath, new jokes.

They reply with something cheerful, the Diviner’s words full of hope.

The Passerby smiled, a grin full of teeth, the Diviner remarked , what a fateful day to meet.

The Diviner prepared a meal, in the heart of the evening light.

Table prepared for all their appetites.

The table ready, Gravedigger and Diviner opposite, passerby to the side.

They held their breaths steady, and posed words to the world.

The passerby tried to hide their position, they relented and permitted.

The words the Gravedigger and Diviner gave over exposed the Passerby’s intent.

The Duo saw a face full of bone, amidst the comfort of their home.

The Passerby said, I am Death, the force that will greet you when you pass this plane.

The Diviner shook their head, and picked at the meat on their plate.

The Gravedigger sighed, and shifted in their place.

The Gravedigger and Diviner were everything and grateful, and piled more onto death’s plate, and Death smiled a toothy grin, a welcoming change to its face.

The warmth warmed the old bones, aged and clean, years like rings on trees.

The Gravedigger and Diviner brushed their eyes, and asked, are you here for us, if so we’ll go with ease.

Then Death denied and said, no, you still have more time on earth, please.

The Gravedigger and Diviner settled, and continued to eat from their plates.

Then Death said, I am here for one who could not satiate, the hunger they had for their life.

Ever fueled by grief and strife.

They could never get past their sorrow, so they searched for time to borrow, to prolong their search to solve their suffering.

But in the end it was their undoing.

As they killed others for another tomorrow.

Death’s bones rattled, a symphony heard by anyone close, as another visitor entered the home.

Death stood and greeted them, and welcomed the visitor to the hosts.

The visitor was tall, lanky, smile almost twisted when greeted.

Death Greeted the visitor, whose arms were like branches, their conversation full of pleasantries, to ease the tension.

Death spoke, this would be the one, the one to take your lives, to take more souls and leave bodies in their wake.

The Diviner and Gravedigger held each other’s hand.

Who would be the first to be taken, or could they make a break.

Death placed a hand on the Visitor’s shoulder, the Visitor scoffed, then said.

I came not to break bread, I came to give their lives instead of mine.

I stand before an abyss and the maw of time.

I beseech no one and follow no divine except for mine.

Then Death broke the speech, and gave the Visitor no choice, culled their paths into one.

Death did what they must, then the Visitor returned to dust.

Death apologized, with a heavy purpose Death gave them a choice.

A sweet caring voice it was, like music to any ear.

The Diviner carried their cards, so very dear, clutched them like words that are cared to be said.

Then Death gave a choice, culled their paths into three.

Then Death spoke solemnly, like the branches of a tree.

Death spoke serenely, a lone divinity, clasped their hands together and said.

Apologies for the time, I am a singular Divine, I offer three choices, and all I ask of you is to know it.

The visitor was to kill you, trade you for time.

It was to end eventually, the souls never saved, the bodies left to rot in nameless graves.

The visitor now is dead, left to the void.

The path is now new, no other witness except for us, the visitor’s atoms destroyed.

The first choice was to continue, to see how the path will end.

The second was to become dust into the wind.

The third was to forget and be, to know not of Divinity.

The Gravedigger and Diviner struggled to see, but in the moment they chose only one of the three.

The choices given, paths offered, the Diviner and Gravedigger embraced each other.

To choose their own path.

It could be their final day, and they had a choice to make, time that may not last.

They thought of their home, the countless bones.

They thought of all the dreams they have yet to dream.

They thought of the birds, the animals, the flowers that wait on graves.

They thought of all the time that could remain.

The Diviner spoke first, voice firm and content, and said.

We both took an oath on the day we were wed, and now thinking of it, we would rather live instead.

The Diviner’s voice grew small, the Gravedigger voice then grew, and said.

I would always remember the day, and I would have it no other way.

Anytime I remember it, my heart starts to sway.

The Gravedigger paused, then continued.

We want to live, until it is only our flesh we can give.

We want to remember, we fear not for the life after, we will spend so much more in this one.

We are not quite done.

Death obliged, and again apologized, and was stopped before leaving into the night.

The Diviner held a deck of cards before them, to give to Death.

The Gravedigger did the same with a whistle, in their age now short of breath.

The Diviner placed the cards in Death’s hand, and said.

My gratitude, even if it is nothing compared to the universe.

Death said, are you sure?

The Diviner shook their head

The Gravedigger placed the whistle in Death’s hand, and said.

My thanks, and it might not be much, but it once did to me.

I used to call a dog with it, maybe you can call something if you need.

Death gave its thanks, and walked onwards through the door.

The Diviner and Gravedigger were everything and pleased.

To have Death visit their doorstep for supper and slight glee.

To know the paths forward is unknown and free.

The Diviner and Gravedigger lived to be 93, cradled in each other’s arms, forever free.

From the tyranny of murder, from the madness of death.

One saw death in the eyes of bodies, one saw it in the cards.

Some see it as they’re spinning a good yarn.

Some see it as they reminisce over old scars.

Some see it in the finality of the stars.

Take a lens, another view of an abstraction.

A fleeting caring distraction.

A glimpse is only a fraction.

When the Season of Bones arrive, in the cold people live on and survive.

The cold may be current, but in time it is fleeting, and that is when a passerby comes knocking, always seeking,

For those whose choices become too certain

It will take place around the hearth, and help with the burden.

Another path may open, and eyes wide in observation.

Keep them open, another path may make you certain.

[shawnjacksonsbs]

A drunk mind speaks a sober heart indeed. 9-9-23

Lyrics -{ I'm gonna walk with my grandaddy

And he'll match me step for step

And I'll tell him how I've missed him

Every minute since he left

And then I'll hug his neck

Yeah, when I get where I'm going

There'll be only happy tears

I will shed the sins and struggles

I have carried all these years

And I'll leave my heart wide open

I will love and have no fear }- When I get where I'm going by Brad Paisley

"Sometimes your heart needs more time to accept something that your mind already knows" - Paulo Coelho

A couple of drinks in and . . .

Am I supposed to say that 1st? Lol

Listening to "When I get where I'm going" and the past about hugging grandpa's neck, and I want that I want it so bad.

Or "a Father's love" by George Strait . . .

I wish.

It does bother me that when I die, I won't be in a place to hug my grandparents, or to watch over my kids and grandkids as they finish on through their lives.

Growing up they way that I did, with that subtle belief, that it's real, and in a way that's comforting makes knowing different now hard at times.

On the one hand, I value more now and why, because I believe that there's nothing after this, so the here and now is far more important. Every little second is more precious than whatever thing could be holding you back from loving or forgiving or accepting forgiveness etc, etc.

Truth is sometimes hard to swallow.

Fairytales. . . Wouldn't it be cool?

I mean. . .FUCK!

Sometimes, knowing I grew up is outstanding. Other times not as much. Lol

I wish the toothfairy was still a thing. I mean I had a lot of teeth pull for my top denture plate. Not as many as a non-meth head, but still. . .a lot. Lol

. . .

That's probably enough for a less than sober Thursday, less than weeks away from my 10 years off dope birthday.

I just got some people I wish I could hug, that if only they could see me now. . .

I'd really like for each new generation to reconcile this earlier and earlier until they don't have to at all. I mean, right? It'd have to be easier on those that don't have to, like from day 1, right?

Am I upset that they sit was drilled into my head at such a young age that now that I'm older. . .

If when I die, I can't hug my grandparents. . .cause it's all bullshit. . . I guess, in that case, another saving grace for those.. . .

Off again. On again. Off again.

I need to speak, outloud, gratitude info the world, into my life.

Tomorrow, though. It's late. And still Thursday. My head keeps going,

"Oh yeah and. . ."

Enoughs enough, tho. G'night guys.

Until tomorrow, or Saturday morning maybe. 🌄

~

What I can do when I can't hug my grandparents, is hug my kid or grandkids or message or call them and say "I love you!", and how!!

Turn that perspective on its head!

Especially missing the time with my dad. With nothing after, there's no way to make up all those. . .lost. . .years.

Amends were on the way, but slow coming in the arena of real, quality time.

Man, reconcile this already. It's more than a nostalgic hurt, maybe. I don't know.

~I'm back, and debating whether or not to read, and proof the above notes from Thursday evening or just let it be.

I'm pretty sure I'm just going to allow it. Because it pressed my heart enough to write it instead of watching the t.v. with my small head change.

It is what it is, and I said what I said.

Every second here on earth is precious and should be treated as special.

And I do miss my grandparents and my dad. I imagine I always will.

Knowing that I'm not going to see them again, makes me double down on my own being full, and never letting up on those "I love yous".

Hand 'em out like candy on Halloween. If you ask me, that's not even enough.

With my actions finally matching my intent, I'm not leaving any room for doubt to those . . .that I love, even friends, and some acquaintances.

So before I go, remember that I love your love and your laughter and it's half the reason I ask you to share it every week. Please don't stop!

And special shout out Happy Birthday to my momma, who always had my back even against p.o.s and the cops! Lol

Still don't know where I'd be without ya. Love you more than you know, and thank you for everything, always.

Until next week;

"Your heart and your instincts are far more reliable than your brain. When you follow your heart, you can be sure you won't regret it later. Even if you calculate your every move, it's not like life ever goes according to plan." - Nithya Menen

Lyrics -{ When I became a father in the spring of '81

There was no doubt that stubborn boy was just like my father's son

And when I thought my patience had been tested to the end

I took my daddy's secret and I passed it on to him

… I said

Let me tell you a secret about a father's love

A secret that my daddy said was just between us

I said daddies don't just love their children every now and then

It's a love without end, amen

It's a love without end, amen

… Last night, I dreamed I'd died and stood outside those pearly gates

When suddenly I realized there must be some mistake

If they know half the things I've done, they'll never let me in

And then somewhere from the other side, I heard these words again

… And they said

Let me tell you a secret about a father's love

A secret that my daddy said was just between us

You see daddies don't just love their children every now and then

It's a love without end, amen }- Love without end, Amen by George Strait

[gladeorange]

The smirk on Dani’s face only went to show that she had made up her mind about him and was feeling vindicated in her assumptions, just because Glade had admitted that he’d come here wanting to hook up. He relished in seeing the smug smile wiped off her face after he pulled away from whispering his new goal. She appeared totally stunned as if no part of her, however small, expected him to be serious about the commission; he was all too satisfied to prove her wrong. Even more so, because that finally convinced her that he really meant it, and she soon handed her phone to him, open to a webform where he could fill in all the pertinent information so they could start the process. She was actually going to design him something—score. Glade immediately began filling in his name and contact details first, almost afraid she would take it back if he was too slow (though luckily he was the fastest typist among anyone he knew, so that shouldn’t be a problem.)

He only paused to glance up at her as she flipped the sign in the window over, seeing her hand move down to the lock as if on autopilot for her typical closing duties—like she’d almost forgotten there was still a customer in here. His eyes quickly returned to the form as she turned around, not wanting to be caught watching her, but what he didn’t expect after that was to hear the lock clicking into place after all. Didn’t she just look back at him? Maybe she liked to lock the door to prevent any customers from trying to get in after official closing while she was still in there with the lights on, cleaning up. The sign probably wasn’t enough to keep out the general public who paid no attention to their surroundings…Then maybe she was going to let him stay while she finished closing so they could keep talking about the commission. Glade smiled as he finished typing and Dani returned to reclaim her phone, about to open his mouth again and speak before she grabbed his arm and started dragging him away from the counter. Before he knew it, she was pulling him into a back room, locking another door, and yanking him down into a kiss. Oh. He got it now. Hell, yes. It wasn’t what he was expecting, but even better.

Reciprocating the kiss without a second of hesitation, he grabbed Dani’s hips and picked her up so he didn’t have to bend down, her legs automatically wrapping around his waist as he did so. Glade continuing to push forward, Dani quickly ended up pressed between his body and the door behind her. The little devil in him wanted to open its stupid mouth and say something cocky about how he knew she couldn’t resist him, but that was exactly the kind of thing that would give her the fire to do just that—shut the whole party down and kick him out to save her pride. Glade was a smug little shit by nature, but his one saving grace was knowing when he really needed to hold it in. The only sign he gave that he knew he was winning was his grin against Dani’s lips when he paused for a breath. “If I’d known Halloween gets you so hot and bothered, I would’ve mentioned it sooner,” he joked, moving his hands down to squeeze her ass and pull her even closer against him.

By redirecting the conversation back to why Glade had came here in the first place, Dani was challenging him. Either he would finally confirm what the both of them knew, and admit that he was only here looking for a hook up with her or he would have to lie and pretend as if he had came in to shop despite how late in the day it already was and how the only thing he had purchased was an item that he barely glanced at when buying it. And seeing how he hasn’t bothered to try and leave since making his purchase, that once again leaned more towards the proof that he was only here looking for sex from her and sex alone. Which is why it didn’t matter which choice he ends up making— she already made up her mind. With a tilt of her head, strands of her red hair brushing against the side of her cheek as she stared at him, waiting for what he’ll say next now that she had informed him the shop was officially closed. Would he finally try and leave now? The redhead had every right to kick him out if he didn’t now that opening hours were over. And yet, she stayed leaning against the counter, very aware of their closeness she had put them in. 

As she watched while his gaze fell onto her lips, Dani nearly smirked at him. He was so predictable, she thought, expecting any second now for him to try and close out the space between them with the attempt on kissing her. They were in perfect range for doing so, Dani intentionally leaning in very close as if she was purposely trying to tempt Glade into doing exactly that. And she was. She was trying to tempt him, not only because she wanted to be proven right with her blunt assessment on him but also because that way they can finally drop the topic on him wanting to commission her. She still didn’t think he was being serious— all of this had to be some long winded ploy in getting her to agree to sleep with him once he had realized she wasn’t responding well to his flirting attempts. Instead, he was going to complimentary route, gassing her up to thinking she’ll be making a commission, only to tear her down once he got what he wanted from her. It was kind of sick if that was what he was actually doing, but it wasn’t as if the two of them were friends, so, he didn’t owe her his genuine interest or kindness if he didn’t want to. Besides, it wasn’t as if she didn’t know he was used to getting what he wanted. 

He confirmed what the both of them were thinking, this resulting in her smirking for real. Knew it. But then as Glade leaned in closer, their lips just a hair away from pressing against one another, he did something that ended up surprising her. Instead of kissing her like Dani expected, she felt his lips brush against her cheek before mentioning the commission again in a whisper. He then pulled back, their gaze locking once more— she was dumbfounded. So he was being serious? A part of her still wanted to believe that he was playing with her, acknowledging the bait she left him but twisting it so he’ll be the one stringing her along instead of the other way around. But as she stared back at him in what now felt like them being on a standstill, the redhead also couldn’t think of why he would keep insisting on the commission if he had confessed that he wanted to sleep with her— he could’ve easily kissed her when he had the chance to. Basically, what was happening right now was that Glade had left the ball on Dani’s court, leaving her to decide on where they go from here. Lips pressing against each other, she leaned back and created more distance between them. She then took out her phone, messing around with it for a few seconds before holding it out towards him. “Fill out this forum and then press submit— this way it’s binding that you’re commissioning me and then we can work on creative process afterwards.”

After handing him her phone, the redhead moved away from the counter, and made her way towards the entrance of the thrift shop. There, she flipped the ‘OPEN’ sign over to ‘CLOSED’. Her hand then landed on the lock, but just as she was about to turn it over so that the shop would be officially closed, Dani paused for a second to look back at Glade. She should wait until he filled out the forum and tell him to leave so she could finish out her closing duties. He might actually listen to her this time and do it too. But somehow, she still felt frustrated with that thought, almost as if her dealing with him this entire time had been for nothing if all she had to do was show him her designs. With a huff, she turned the lock, effectively closing the two of them in before making her way back to him. Dani waited until she saw him press the ‘submit’ button before grabbing his arm, taking her phone back. “Done? Great— come with me.” As if she bothered to wait for his response, the redhead began pulling Glade along with her towards the back of the store, and into the break room where she knew there weren't any cameras. She locked the door from behind her too, and without as much of saying anything else, she gripped onto his shirt and pulled him down. Her lips crashing into with his.