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duskspring · 5 months

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Gifts - Dew/Everyone

Domestic December - Day 10

Summary: Dew gets the pack gifts for the season

Content (do let me know if I forgot anything!): Slightly anxious Dew, fluff, some quick kisses, talk of gender exploration and euphoria in relation to Rain

Word count: ~3.5k

A/N: Some parts of this fic are inspired by some headcanons I've posted before [My Main Masterlist]

The night was loud and unholy. The entire ghoul pack had gathered in their common room, celebrating the end of year festivities. Movies had been watched, board games played and so, so much alcohol consumed. It had, by all accounts, been a great night. But not for Dewdrop.

Yes, he’d been having a lot of fun, but there was a part of him distracted. He’d had an edge of anxiety all night, waiting for the right moment to resolve it. He knew he couldn’t wait much longer, since the night was starting to reach its natural conclusion in those wee hours of the morning.

He sat on a chair on the side of the room, leg bouncing. Two strong arms suddenly came down to lean on his shoulders from behind. He’d recognize those arms anywhere.

“What’s the matter, Droplet?” Swiss asked, “You’ve been a nervous wreck all night.”

“I’m not.” Dew argued unconvinsingly, before sighing. He knew he needed to just get it over with.

He stood up without another word, moving to his room. Swiss immediately followed him in concern.

“Hey, I’m sorry, man. I didn’t mean-”

“Nothing’s wrong, Swiss. I just need to grab something,” He stopped his stride, turning to Swiss with an almost pleading look in his eyes, “Please just wait here for a second.”

The multi ghoul was confused, but didn’t want to overstep. He subtly nodded a few times, “Alright.” He took a step backwards, his eyes staying on Dew, before turning back to the rest of the pack.

On shaky legs, Dew quickly made his way to his room. He had two plastic shopping bags waiting there for him, as well as a little separate package on his desk and another item off to the side for later. He put the separate one in his pocket before picking up the bags and marching back. He couldn’t stop now. If he just kept walking and got this over with, it'd be done. It wasn’t a big deal. Worst case scenario, the thought was still there, right?

“Ooh, whatcha got there?” Aurora asked the second he walked in. All eyes turned to him and he froze.

Just get it over with.

“Find out for yourself.” He said dismissively, putting the bags down and plopping himself down on the couch.

Aurora immediately crawled towards the bags. Half of the pack came a little closer as well, while the other half sat back, though still curious and anticipating.

Aurora dug through the first bag, grabbing the first thing she could get her claws on. She examined the wrapped package, soon spotting the name ‘Mountain’ written in Dew’s messy handwriting.

“Mounty, it’s for you.” She announced, throwing it over her shoulder without looking away from the bag.

Cirrus luckily caught it, passing it to Mountain. He looked at Dew in pleasant surprise, looking at the little flat square in his palm. The wrapping was messy, even on such a small present.

“Can I open it?” He asked dew.

“It’s your life. Do what you want.” The fire ghoul’s anxiety was getting worse, making him act dismissive as if it would distance him from the gifts.

He delicately unwrapped the package, without tearing the dotted paper. The first thing he was met with was an empty rectangle of cardboard. He turned it around, causing dew, who was paying very close attention, to bring his legs up against his chest.

Mountain looked over the cardboard a second, then third time, wanting to make sure he was reading it all correctly. There was a bit of text on there, next to a shitty doodle of a flower and what he could only assume was supposed to be Dew, all made with black permanent marker. The words were hard to make out.

“Exchangeable for one… at- attemoon?”

“For one afternoon of help in the garden.” Dew quickly mumbled in explanation.

Mountain looked up in surprise, “You hate the garden.” He noted.

“Well, if you don’t like it you could just say so!” The fire ghoul said defensively, his anxiety reaching its peak.

Mountain’s expression softened, “Dew… Thank you.” He got up, awkwardly bending over to wrap his arms around his packmate.

Dew was shaking like crazy, ready to cry at the positive reaction.

Meanwhile, Aurora had thrown a few more packages over her shoulder. Rain, Aether and Cirrus all got theirs. The little multi ghoulette huffed as she reached the bottom of the first bag, quickly moving onto the next. After throwing something to Phantom, she finally reached her own. She squealed in excitement, forgetting the few people that still hadn’t gotten their own and immediately violently unwrapping hers.

She found herself holding a small ziplock baggie. She saw Sunshine’s face, photoshopped onto a sun through it, quickly opening it up to investigate. It quickly became obvious that she was holding a little pile of different kinds of stickers. Apart from the Sunshine one, there were stickers based on everyone in the pack, all shitilly photoshopped in some relation from their element or name. There were stickers further referencing inside jokes, as well as some logos from Aurora’s favorite bands.

“Dewy, these are awesome!” She giggled, happily shaking her hands.

Cumulus came closer to her to look at the stickers, giggling at them herself, “Did you make these yourself?” She asked him.

Mountain pulled away so Dew could answer. He did so with a nod, “Aurora likes stickers. Easy.” Coming up with and putting together all the designs had actually been a nightmare, but he would never admit to that. He had zero regret, seeing Aurora’s reaction.

Based on the ghoulette’s excitement, everyone quickly dug into their own gifts. Cumulus handed out the few that hadn’t reached their reciprocate yet, including her own.

Phantom’s gift has a funny texture, only upping his curiosity. He rushed to unpack his, gasping and stuttering in excitement when he saw what it was. He could barely hold on to it with how much his hands shook.

“Whatcha got there, buddy?” Swiss asked, smiling at Phantom’s excitement.

Dew let out a sigh of relief. He’d been perhaps most nervous about Phantom’s gift, thinking it wasn’t good enough. Too lame or cheap, not personal enough. Seeing the quintessence ghoul’s eyes light up forced every last bit of anxiety to leave him.

The gift had indeed been simple, a little bat shaped fidget toy. You could spin its head around in circles, pull its wings back and forth and squish its little feet. Phantom immediately went to town on it, unresponsive to most outside stimuli.

Cumulus went next. Unwrapping her gift gracefully, much like Mountain had done. Her heart swelled as her hands grasped a book. Not just any book, but a photo album.

“Dew…” She said his name in adoration, flipping through the pages. Most pictures had been made by her. They were all labelled with a date and the place or situation in which they were taken. It was separated into three chapters: tour, home and Cumulus. The first chapter included photos from the stage, backstage and the tourbus. The second showed all the various shenanigans the pack experienced at the abbey. But it was the third that was most meaningful to Cumulus. She didn’t have a lot of pictures of herself, always being the one to take them of others. But Dew had somehow gathered just about every good picture ever taken of her, even some she had never seen before.

Cumulus quickly pushed the book into Cirrus’s hands, afraid she’d cry all over it. She sniffled, still seated on the ground. She made grabby hands to Dew, beckoning him over into her arms. The two entered a crushing hug while the book was passed around to everyone in the room, laughing and reminiscing.

“You fuckhead, really?!” Sunshine yelled in good spirit at Dew, holding up the book on a page containing a very unflattering picture of her napping on the tour bus. Drool leaked out the corner of her mouth, Swiss and Phantom posing next to her, pointing at the lewd drawings they’d made on her cheeks.

“It’s a good picture.” Dew argued with a smile, earning him a pillow to the face.

Sunshine rushed over in his disorientation, straddling his chest and miming punching him in the face a few times. They both laughed, Sunshine getting off of him again.

“Didn’t even get me a gift.” She mumbled, although her smile faltered a little. She’d been one of only two who didn’t have a gift in the bag. She was confused and hurt, but didn’t want to make a scene and risk ruining it for everyone else.

Dew looked at her face, silently reaching into his pocket and sliding her the little gift he’d kept separately in his pocket with a wink.

Sunshine immediately thought she knew what it might be, covering the package with her hand so no one could see. When everyone seemed distracted, she moved her legs up and unwrapped the gift behind them without looking down. She examined it with her hands, having a hard time not reacting. Quickly she let her eyes drift down, nearly screaming when she saw the lighter in her hands.

All the lighters she used to own had been confiscated for… reasons. And she technically wasn’t allowed to get any new ones.

She turned to Dew with a devious smirk, making him regret the gift almost instantly. But when she shuffled over and put her arm around his shoulders and rested her head against it, he knew it’d been a good call. He felt a lot calmer already, excited to witness the rest unpacking.

Cirrus went next. She tried opening it carefully, before just tearing it apart when it was taking too long. Her gift was one of the few in a proper cardboard box, also being the biggest. It carried the name of a clothing brand she was vaguely aware of.

She looked at Dew with squinted eyes. Curious, suspicious.

She opened it up to indeed be met with a sleek deep blue fabric. She picked and held it up, realizing there was another part of the same color in the box as well.

No way.

“Dew.” She stressed his name, putting her arms down again.

“Yes, dear?” He asked with a grin.

“Dew.” She looked again. It was unmistakable. He’d gotten her a suit. A full, fancy, proper suit, “I complained about not having a suit last week, how did you-”

“Guess I just know you really well.” His dismissive attitude came back with a shrug, not mentioning the fact that he’d run around town in a blind panic trying to get it on time during the busy season.

“I…” She struggled to find the words to express her gratitude.

“Well, don’t just stand there. Put it on!” Sunshine hyped her up.

Cirrus’ eyes lit up, throwing the jacket back down in the box and rushing out the room with it all.

“Alright, alright, now I’m done waiting,” Swiss said, looking straight at Dew, “I assume you haven’t forgotten about me.” There hadn’t been a gift for him in the bags either, but he knew better than to assume Dew didn’t get him anything.

The fire ghoul nodded, “One second.” And left the room.

His feet produced quick taps through the hallway, even though he was wearing socks. He hadn’t been able to bring Swiss’ gift in earlier, since it couldn’t really be wrapped.

“Dewdrop,” Right as he was about to pick it up, Cirrus’ voice came from behind him. He turned to the doorway, greeted by the sight of Cirrus in her brand new, impeccably sharp suit.

“I’m so glad it fits.” Was the first thing he said.

The ghoulette took quick strides towards him, hugging his head into her chest. She could be quite reserved sometimes, so she was glad to have caught Dew on his own.

“It looks great. Thank you so much. I love it.” Her voice shook a little with the sincerity it carried.

Dew stood semi awkwardly when she pulled back, “Phew,” He said stoically, though he did mean it and she knew that, “Guess you should show it to the rest then. I’ll be right behind.”

Cirrus nodded enthusiastically, skipping her way back to the rest of the pack.

Dew let out another relieved breath when she was out of sight. He really didn’t know why he'd been so scared to begin with. He knew his packmates well.

He could hear the excited oh’s and ah’s from the common room and knew he shouldn’t keep Swiss waiting too much longer. He waited another half a minute so Cirrus could have her moment, before picking up the gift and making his own way back.

“You did not!” Since Swiss’ gift wasn’t wrapped he could see clear as day what it was right off the bat.

“Maybe I did. Why don’t you have some fun with it?” Dew teased, holding out a very distinct guitar. At least it was distinct to Swiss.

He would recognize that damn thing anywhere. It was the first guitar he’d ever learned to play on, never allowed to take it on tour. When he returned from his first set of shows he was told he wouldn’t need the old model anymore, since it was best for him to get used to what he always used on stage. He’d never seen it again after that and a sentimental part of him had always missed it. But it was undeniable. This was the exact guitar.

The multi ghoul had never stood up so fast, making his way to Dew and practically yanking the instrument from his hands.

He inspected it, as if there was any doubt it was the right one.

“Hey, I know that! I learned to play with that thing.” Phantom mentioned.

“And it’s good that you did,” Dew interjected, “cause that’s how I figured out where they stored it. Don’t tell anyone.” The last sentence was said very quickly, giving Swiss a serious look that revealed that Dew did, in fact, steal the guitar.

Swiss looked at him with the same adoration he’d been shown earlier, but even more intense, “I cannot thank you enough.” The multi ghoul’s voice was low, soft. He’d never meant something this much in this life.

It almost caught Dew off guard, only able to nod and smile in response.

While Swiss excitedly moved to play a song, Aether had made his way to Dew’s side and led him back to one of the couches with a hand on his shoulder. Their legs touched when they sat down, making Dew move his head to Aether’s shoulder like Sunshine had done with him before.

“Should I be scared?” The quintessence ghoul asked half-jokingly, holding up the little box his gift resided in.

Dew shrugged, “Depends.”

“Depends on what?”

“Do you trust me?” Aether exhaled a laugh. Dew knew damn well he trusted him, he just wanted to hear him say it. He played this game a lot.

“Well, alright, alright. I trust you. Let’s see.” He removed the wrapping paper, not afraid to tear it but also not doing so in an aggressive manner.

He thought his eyes would bulge out of his skull with how wide they opened. Whatever he’d been expecting was nothing like this.

The little black ring box felt smooth in his hands, “I didn’t know you were so into human customs.” Aether smirked at Dew. The fire ghoul looked a little confused, until his friend clarified, “Are you asking me to marry you?” He already knew the answer was no, but it was fun to tease.

Dew scoffed, but couldn’t hide his smile, “You wish.”

Aether finally opened the box. The ring was a silver band, with dark purple waves decorating it all around.

“Saw it at a store, back in Cincinnati. It reminded me of quintessence, so I thought-”

The fire ghoul was cut off with a quick kiss on his lips. Aether’s face was so full of adoration, it made them both feel crazy.

“Four months,” Aether realized, “You’ve been sitting on this, and managed to keep it a secret, for four months.”

“I take it you like it.” Dew looked away from Aether’s face for a moment, a little bit of insecurity still lingering.

Aether forced him to look back with a hand on his chin, “It is perfect,” He kissed him again, “I just wish I got you something in return.”

“Please, don’t worry about it.” He nearly begged. Giving gifts had already been a struggle, let alone receiving them.

Aether dropped down, his head resting in Dew’s lap. He smiled up at him, fitting the ring onto his finger.

That left only one. Rain had waited with his gift, wanting to properly see everyone else’s reaction before getting caught up himself.

His was only a little smaller than Cirrus’ had been. He didn’t want to expect anything, afraid of being disappointed if he did. But he had a hunch. He tried not to focus on it, yet he couldn’t help a part of him hoping he was correct.

“Open it up already, I’m tired!” Aurora encouraged him, getting a poke in the ribs from Cirrus.

Rain took a breath, telling himself he'd be thankful either way. Because he would be. His heart swelled at the events of the evening, how much thought Dew had put into each and every single gift, finding things he knew everyone would like. And Dew knew him very well, right? Yes, he did, but Rain still scolded himself for his hope and expectation.

A strip of the wrapping paper tore away slowly, revealing the cardboard box underneath. Rain let out a shaky breath, forcing the rest of it out of the way.

Swiss jokingly started drum rolling with his hands on his legs, the rest of the room slowly joining in. It only made Rain take more time. He felt exposed with all eyes on him. What if he had an unfavorable reaction?

There truly only was one way to find out. He opened the box. His tense muscles relaxed in an instant. He knew exactly what it was. And god dammit he had guessed correctly.

Dew had not been anxious in the slightest about Rain’s gift, already knowing he’d love it. Although he hadn’t counted on Rain doubling over his gift, tears streaming down his face with a quiet sob.

The rest of the room couldn’t see the gift, some stares and raised eyebrows making their way towards Dew. But his face was confident, a small smile reassuring everyone that Rain’s reaction must be of joy.

The fire ghoul got up, knowing Rain would want to hug or kiss or fuck him on the spot. The second his ass touched the couch, Rain clung onto him, his cries somehow managing to sound overjoyed indeed.

The gift may not have seemed like a lot to most people. It was a blue ankle length dress with glitters on the top part and flowers embroidered on the skirt.

But it meant the world to Rain. He’d been wearing skirts more often, mostly in the privacy of his own room. It wasn’t that he feared judgement, he knew the other ghouls, as well as the siblings, would never look at him differently for it. But he just wanted to explore and experiment a bit at his own pace. Dew was the only person he’d discussed this with in detail, having shown him this exact dress. He’d been wanting to get it really bad for a while but always felt like something was holding him back.

Not anymore.

“No pressure,” Dew whispered into Rain’s hair, “but I’d love to see you in it some time.”

The water ghoul looked up, quickly wiping the tears off his face. He smiled, hurriedly getting up and running out with the box like Cirrus had done before.

“What was it? What was it?” Phantom quickly asked.

“Give him just a minute and you’ll see.” Dew responded.

Indeed a minute later, Rain shyly stepped back into the room. There was definite excitement for everyone, some showing it more strongly than others.

“Give us a twirl!” Cumulus encouraged, causing Rain to do just that.

He felt majestic in it. A fairytale princess come to life straight out of a storybook. It was euphoric, “How did you know my size?” He asked Dew.

“I don’t know if you realize, but I’m pretty familiar with your body.” He explained.

Rain smiled wider, walking up to Dew and picking him up right off of the couch. He twirled around again, with him in his arms this time.

“Thank you so much. This really means the world.”

“Everyone say ‘thank you, Dew’.” Aether said.

A big chorus of thank you’s sounded through the common room. Phantom came up to Dew, still suspended in Rain’s arms, and joined their hug. Soon enough it was a group hug with the whole pack.

Dew had already stopped worrying, but the reinforcement of everyone’s gratitude made him feel even sillier for ever worrying in the first place. He loved his fellow ghouls and they clearly loved him back.

[My Main Masterlist | Domestic December Masterlist]

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otomiyaa · 26 days

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I just remembered something and... oh god. Just to give you some context, I'm a girl, in my early twenties, and I live in latino america (sorry if my English is shitty, the language just spawned in my head when I was 3 years old)

When I was 15 years old a new girl got transfered to the same school I was in. The seats were assigned and we got to sit next to each other during the classes. We became close really quickly, so we were always excited to sit together. I would say we were friends, our parents knew each other so we used to hang out a lot outside of school as well. I don't now how it started, I don't remember who asked who about the topic, but the thing is I knew this girl liked to get tickled, or at least she didn't mind it, she used to say it made her feel happy and that it helped her get distracted during the boring classes. I remember how I used to grab a pen and start doodling on her forearms, how I used to grab her hand and start caressing it with my fingernails, how she used to ask me to tickle her sides while we were in class and she would just laugh silently and hide her face on the desk as I did it so she wouldn't distract the rest of the class. One of my first experiences with tickling, I guess a big part of how I discovered I felt some kind of way about tickling. I haven't seen that girl in person since high school, but we have mutual friends so we follow each other on instagram. God forbids she ever brings out the topic again or I'll get so embarrased I'm going to want to kill myself. Thank you very much

wooow imagine if we'd all be like that "tickle me please it makes me happy, it distracts me, etc." hehe, but really that sounds so sweet!!

Thank you for sharing it!!! I hope you can meet her again and see if she still likes it 🤭

#tickling #tickle stories

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whatsk-poppinhomies · 1 year

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TW : 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘦 ; 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘺 ; 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘫𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 ; Word Count : 2.1k ✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼✼　 ҉ 　

It had been so long since you had seen snow like this. Snow that covered the sidewalks, blanketed bushes, cars, and trees until the entire world outside the frosted window was painted white. It had been a while since you were snowed in, and sadly, you were snowed in on campus, in the library, which was the last place you wanted to be.

You were the only person there, but the doors had been left unlocked. Maybe it was a foolish mistake made by someone who had left before the snow had the chance to really start up, rushing to leave and forgetting to lock up. Either way, you were here now, you were the only one there.

It wouldn’t have been so bad if you had your friends there with you, surely they would have found some way to make the time that you were stuck there more enjoyable. Instead, you were by yourself, the library was dark, and even though you could hear the heat being forced through the vents above your head, your breath was still coming out in puffs of smoke. It was freezing.

At least you weren’t snowed in with your professor and the rest of your class, surely this couldn’t be worse than that. You did have the entire library to yourself, and while the smell of the aging books alone had you thinking back to the numerous study dates you had with your friends, there was a sense of solitude that came along with the gray lighting that shone in through the windows and the dingy carpets that surely needed to be changed.

“Phew! Jeez!” The sound of the voice and the whipping wind throwing open the entrance doors had your head whipping up and away from the window to see the heavily bundled figure shadowed by the light behind them. “The weather didn’t even say it would snow today!”

The voice that called out to someone, something… maybe nothing at all, had been a voice that you couldn’t seem to get out of your head, a voice that now sent butterflies through your stomach. It was crazy to feel such a way, especially since you and Hyunjin were back together, but there was just something about him. “Felix?” You called out, slipping your bag off your shoulder and running over to the door, pushing it shut behind him as he stared at you. “What are you doing here?”

His head shook, the hoodie that had been secured around his head slipped off and fell against his back. “What am I…- What are you doing here?!” He reversed the question and you rolled your eyes. There really was only one reason why the two of you would be in such a shitty predicament, and that’s because you both had been on your way to class. “How long have you been waiting here?”

Your shoulders shrugged as you started walking back towards the window, dropping down into the seat and curling up into yourself. “15… Maybe 25 minutes. I’m not sure, I lost track of time.” You mumbled, dragging your finger along the glass pane to doodle into the fog that had settled on it. “I’m hoping it’ll slow down soon so I can walk back home.”

He sighed, allowing himself to fall into the chair beside yours, his eyes casted out the window as well, and you couldn’t help but admire how gorgeous he looked in the lighting, how gorgeous he looked in general. If Hyunjin ever found out that you thought that way about another guy, about Felix, he’d lose his mind. “Are you cold?”

Another shrug as a response, you leaned your head against the back of the chair, letting out a yawn. “A little.” You mused, pulling your knees closer to your chest and silently cursing yourself for wearing such a light coat. Then again, no one, not even the weather had predicted the storm.

Silence followed, then it was filled with the rustling of fabric, and before you could turn to see what he was doing, his coat had been draped over you to cover your legs. “Better?” He asked, and there were many things you could say. You could tell him that it was more than better, that you felt immediately warmer now that you were engulfed in his scent… But you simply nodded, giving him a sheepish smile. What would he even do if you said something like that to him, especially since he’s aware that you and Hyunjin are together again? “Good, good…” He murmured, breathing into his hands and rubbing them together, ultimately making you feel guilty.

“You’re cold now?” You questioned, although you already knew the answer, and you shifted your body to look in his direction. “You can have your coat back…” But as soon as you started pulling the garment off your lap, he reached out to stop you, offering you a shy smile.

“You need it more than I do.” He whispered, his bottom lip slipping in between his teeth as he nervously chewed on it. “So… How are uh… How are you and Hyunjin?” The last time the question had come up you had assumed he was trying to help your boyfriend… who had been your ex at the time… But now… Who was he asking for? Himself, or the group of friends that you loved dearly… A group of friends that wanted nothing to do with you at all.

“We’re doing alright… This is the longest he’s gone without fucking up since the second time he did…” Was that even a defense for him? It sounded so weird, but it was really the only thing you could say for him. That in itself should be disappointing, but you were just used to that being the only thing you could say in his defense. “I saw you had game night with the boys… Are they okay?”

Just talking about them had you getting choked up. You hadn’t gone this long without a text from at least one of them since before you had met. It felt weird, it felt wrong. “They’re great.” And while you were happy that they were doing great as Felix had said, that’s not what you wanted to hear at all. You sank into the chair, pulling the coat blanket up to your chin. “They do miss you though. I think Jeongin is on the verge of losing his mind, Seungmin hasn’t been Hyunjins roommate since the two of you got together, Jisung is… Strangely he seems the most sane but I feel like I’m wrong about that. Minho is spiraling, which is kind of funny considering he didn’t know you as long as the others. They miss you a lot.”

You knew the guys very well, and you were sure that what Felix was saying was the complete truth, but it didn’t make any sense at all. “If they miss me so much, then why aren’t they talking to me? They won’t even come see me. I miss them too, ya know?” You were being pouty, but you felt like you had a perfect reason to be right now. “How does Hyunjin feel about you hanging out with them though? I know he doesn’t like them at all… Hell, he wants me to just get rid of them completely.”

Felix scoffed, running his fingers through his hair as he shook his head, an incredulous smile stretching along his lips. “I haven’t really talked to him.” It was shocking to you, especially considering how close the two of them seemed, and while you didn’t want to poke and prod for more information, it’s not like you could just leave it at that and walk away. The two of you were practically stuck in the library together, at least until the snow died down, and you didn’t want to deal with the awkwardness of sitting in silence.

“What happened? If you want to talk about it…” You had completely turned your body, leaning against the opposite arm of the chair so you could look at him, your arms now slipped into the sleeves of the coat and sitting snugly in the pockets. You had a boyfriend, but you didn’t find anything wrong with simply admiring the beauty of the man next to you, especially after what your boyfriend had done.

“Nothing actually happened… I just think he’s an idiot… He’s an asshole. I mean, he literally posted a picture of some girl calling her baby… And then went right back to you.” He looked at you out of the corner of his narrowed eyes. “I know you saw it… That doesn’t bother you?”

You didn’t want the questioning to be turned back on you, but it didn’t seem like you could back out of it. What were you even supposed to say? You had seen the post, and while you thought that you wouldn’t have much of a reaction to it, seeing him calling another girl baby, knowing that he was with someone other than you, it had been nauseating. His cheating had pissed you off, but seeing another girl, seeing the other girl, it was heartbreaking. “It does…” You mumbled, fumbling with the keys that were in the pocket of his coat. “But only because the girl in the picture wasn’t me…” Your lips pulled into a thin line as you watched the words register in his brain, and while you were used to your friends calling out your foolishness, Felix was silent, just nodding his head as he really processed what you had just said. “You think I’m an idiot, don’t you?”

He sputtered out a chuckle as he looked back at you, and you were stunned once again by his beauty, his dark brown eyes seemingly staring right through you. “I do, I think you’re absolutely stupid…” Your mouth fell open at the sudden agreement that you didn’t think was coming. “But that’s not really new, is it? I had to save you from tripping because you don’t watch where you’re going, you didn’t check your email to see that classes were canceled today, and you’re giving Hyunjin a tenth chance. Your brain clearly doesn’t work.”

You continued to stare at him, slack jawed and wide eyed until a teasing smirk lit up his face and you reached over to playfully smack him as you rolled your eyes. “You didn’t check your email either! That’s why we’re here together.” You pointed out and he groaned loudly, looking out the window to see that the snow was now coming down harder instead of stopping like the both of you wanted. “I’ll break the vending machines if I have to. I’m not starving in the library.”

“Can we at least turn on the lights? It’s so dark in here.” He said, getting up from his chair to start walking around, and like a puppy, you quickly got up to follow after him, swinging the sleeves of his coat in front of you. “You gonna help me search for the lights?” He posed, the corner of his mouth pulling up slightly as he glanced over at you.

“Nope. I’m just here to keep you company. What? Are you scared of the dark or something?” You teased, but he deadpanned, staring right at you with his eyebrows raised. “Wait… Are you actually scared?”

He nodded his head as he started walking again, his steps faster as he searched even harder for the lightswitch. “The dark is scary, and libraries are usually super haunted. I refuse to be stuck here in the dark with some spooky librarian ghost.” He sounded so serious, but you snorted loudly, your head falling back as your body shook with laughter. “It’s not funny!”

“What if the power goes out?” You posed the question jokingly, but he groaned loudly, his eyes squeezing tightly shut as his head shook faster. “Don’t worry, Felix. I’ll fight off the scary librarian. I ain’t afraid of no ghosts.” You perched your clenched fists of your hips as you smiled proudly, and now he was laughing, walking backwards so he could keep his eyes on you.

“Yeah, sure you will. Thanks Bill Murray.” You clapped your covered hands together as you skipped back to his side, and you weren’t expecting it, but his arm draped over your shoulder as he continued to walk, practically dragging you along. “I see why the guys love you and miss you so much…” He mused, and when you looked at him you thought he’d be smiling his goofy little smile that usually meant he was joking, but his eyes were still straight forward and there wasn’t a hint on his face that he was teasing you. You poked his side to get him to continue, and he simply scoffed, finally looking at you. “You’re fun to be around. I’m glad I got snowed in with you of all people.”

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respectthepetty · 3 months

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Hello hello! I finally caught up on DFF a few days ago and have been reading a bunch of meta ever since, but there are some things I can’t follow. Maybe you can help me?

First off, we keep talking about there being a Final Girl, but why is everyone so sure that there will be one? I could see more people surviving or the story going in a different direction entirely. Where does this conviction come from?

Then, I’m on board with the idea of hallucinations, but one thing that always bothers me is the question of how you could make sure that they all hallucinate the very same thing? I don’t know how hallucination-inducing drugs work, but that seems kind of weird to me.

Also, who is Tan and who is Perth again? This is such a dumb question, but I’m terrible with names and faces, and I know most of the characters now, but I keep mixing up these two.

Thank you so much for your time!

Anon, let me answer your last question first:

This is Mio who plays Tan in the series. Tan is part of the friend group but came along after Non disappeared.

This is Perth but it is unknown who he is playing in the series. He was only in the background of this scene in the dark jacket with the grey shirt.

As for the other questions, unfortunately, I cannot help you because unlike the rest of these perfectly normal people watching Dead Friend Forever, I'm crazy.

And because I'm crazy, I do NOT care about "reasoning" when it comes to my wack-a-doodle-doo theories. Therefore, White will be the Final Gay simply because I want him to be, and because none of these other motherf*ckers deserve to live.

Yeah, Fluke hasn't actively done anything, but he knew all of this was happening and turned a blind eye, so if Por is dead, why not just kill all of them? Well, expect for the actual killers, Tan and Phi, and the Final Gay White.

Por's death could have just been an accident, and everyone else will get out of this alive, but . . . I don't want it. I want Fluke to shoot Top, Tee to wrestle the gun away from Fluke only for it to go off and kill Fluke, White to kill Tee and run off scared, Tan to "die" because of an asthma attack (but he won't be dead), which will leave Jin and Phi as the only survivors, only for Jin to be stabbed by Phi right before White shows up with help.

Do you feel the crazy? Do you see what I was saying about myself? You cannot ask me logical questions because I am not using deductive skills. I'm operating off of vibes and vibes alone, which is why I felt Phi was sus in episode one. It's also why I don't like Jin. It's a vibe.

Which brings me to your drugs question - The vibes are off!

I think that Non is still alive and running around scaring them all, so not everything is because of the drugs, but if the energy isn't right, if the mood isn't chill, if the vibe isn't good, the drugs are going to hit different. The figurative trip will be bad. So if the literal trip involves the boys talking about Non and seeing videos of Non while they run through the woods for their lives, whatever drugs are in their system aren't going to be happy in a body with that amount of stress, and their brain will focus on Non and the masked killer. In fact, a common side effect of most party drugs is paranoia.

Hell, even some known prescriptions for depression and anxiety can cause these side effects.

Then again, I just do drugs. I don't know the actual science behind them, but I do know if the vibes ain't right, you're not gonna have a good night.

And these boys seem to be having a really shitty night.

But also, the boys haven't all seen the same thing. Fluke saw Por's eyes bleeding and attacking him. White saw a rash on his skin. Jin saw Mr. Keng. Top saw the masked killer trying to axe him (I think part of this was real) and thought he saw a masked killer in the road, so he scared Tee going on about it. Top also might be having a reaction to it which is why he was seizing.

PSA: Test your drugs, kids. Even Amazon, which I think is the devil, sells drug testing kits.

In case you have no idea what this image is about, the joint in her hand is laced with cocaine and was probably one of the reasons her ass was going through endless time loops, so don't do coke. Or things laced with it. Unless you wanna go into other dimensions and DIE every single time. Okay? M'kay!

So to wrap up my special brand of crazy:

White will be the Final Gay because like the Backstreet Boys, "I want it that way."

Everyone deserves to die because Phi is a cop's kid, and if the cops are good for anything, it's covering up the truth, so let this work in our favor for once.

Drugs be drugging, and sometimes people will think of the boy they tried to kill when under the influence, but it's a toss up. Who can predict what a person will see? So, like, don't betray people and you won't hallucinate being stalked by your own guilt *cough* Judas *cough*

Oh, and always test your drugs.

I hope this helped you, but it probably didn't. Either way, I'll see you in the tags in a few hours after Non finally loses his shit.

Slay, Non, slay!

#dead friend forever #dead friend forever the series #I wrote what I wrote #I have theories for days #but it's all based on vibes

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toomuchracket · 5 months

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imagining the box necklace comes out of necessity bc when the girls doodles start fading they get sad bc they no longer match :( so they keep retracing em over and over and matty n girlie dont even realize for a bit until its been a week and the pen still hasnt faded? so theyre all 🤨 and once they realize its very heartwarming!! but girlie is like as sweet as this is we cannot keep sending them to school with pen all over their arms lmfao

oh this is so sweet! yeah, i don't think you (who found it very adorable when your babies came home all excited about their "tattoos") or matty bother too much about the pen for a week or so, figuring it'll fade before the girls start back school after the summer holidays, like you said. they're craftier than the two of you expect - which is a rookie error given that they're YOUR children lol - and it isn't until you catch dylan balancing precariously on a chair to reach the pen stuck next to the family calendar in the kitchen that you realise "ah, fuck, they're continually drawing the boxes back on". matty's so enamoured by their commitment to "maintaining the aesthetic connection to the rest of their family" that he has half a mind to be like "fuck it! let them go to school with it!", but like you he knows that if you allow that then there might be questions from the teachers and whatnot (and also the thought of getting ink out of their school uniforms constantly is an actual headache). the two of you have a discussion about it one night after you tuck the kids in, about how to gently tell them they need to stop constantly drawing on their arms without upsetting them or making them feel left out; you say "it's a shame we don't have, like, a box badge we could stick on their jackets to appease them", and matty has a eureka moment like "but we DO have a box necklace each we could give them to wear, remember? the silver ones with the shitty chains?", and you're like "baby... you're a fucking genius". matty smirks and says "tell me something i don't know, sweetheart", and then when you flick his nose he says seriously "but yeah, if we just get new chains for the charms, they could have them", and you're like "perfect. and also extra cute because they were ours when we were just friends, and now our baby girls are getting them as their own. proper full circle, that", and matty starts fucking crying again lol. anyway, new chains are procured, the necklaces are gifted - dylan and elena wear them with pride 24/7, and tell everyone they meet about how they match mum and dad and their uncles. cute as hell <3

#mads answers asks #matty asks #fluff asks #flatmate!matty #dad!matty #dylan #elena

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acourtofsnakes · 2 years

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Dating Eddie Munson Headcanons

Summary: If you couldn't tell by my posts, I'm obsessed with his man so, here you go ♥︎

Warnings: 18+ - Season 4 spoilers, drugs/getting high, allusions to sex but nothing explicit, one mention of a pocketknife (not in a violent way), a few mentions of being down/low mood, a lil bit of violence

Words: 4.5k+

A/N: Also, a hugely wonderous thank you to @ghostwiththemostbitch for our many, many conversations regarding this man and what he would be like to date😍ily🥰

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-He’d be really shy when you first get together. Like super shy.

-Partly because he still couldn’t believe you actually wanted to be with him. Eddie Munson. The ‘freak’ of Hawkins.

-But when he realises you’ve been head over heels in love with him since middle school, he has to wonder if he’s had too many drugs and they’ve affected his brain.

-Because you’re gorgeous. You’re stunning. You’re smart and funny and… you love him?

-It doesn’t matter that his friends have been teasing him about it for years (or that yours have been doing the same.) He’s only dreamt of you in his arms since he first laid eyes on you, so being able to feel that… Shit, he wouldn’t be able to take it in.

-I mean, you feel the exact same way about him. To which Steve loves to tease you.

-“So, when are you and Munson actually going to start dating? Or are you just going to keep pining at each other in your game meetings?”

-“Shut up, Steve. We do not pine over each other. I don’t pine.”

-“Uh, okay, yes you do. You pine for that boy every chance you get, we’re not blind. You pine enough to make a whole forest or something. Surprised trees aren’t popping up behind you wherever you go.”

-He always makes you laugh. Always, no matter what mood you’re in. If you’re feeling upset, like the world is crushing in on you and you can’t breathe, all it takes is that soft, “You okay?” of his and he sees straight through.

-Then he makes it his mission to see you smile, even just once. Because someone who shines so brightly should not be suffocated by darkness.

-And he really will do anything.

-He’ll tell you shitty jokes, he’ll reveal stories of his own embarrassing encounters. He’ll dance around whatever space he’s in, with his perfect Eddie flair until he has you laughing at his antics.

-And fuck, that laugh. Your laugh could live in his head and his heart forever. It makes his breathing go funny and his tummy full of butterflies because you have no idea how much he wants to hear that for the rest of his life.

-He still feels like that now.

-When he wakes up to see you beside him, tangled in his covers with your head against his arm and your fingers lightly hooked through his necklace, he reminds himself that maybe he’s finally made it. Maybe this year is finally his year.

-Then he will just watch you, stroking up and down your arm with the lightest touch, watching you dream peacefully in his arms. Because his arms are your safe space, your home.

-Oh my god, he will not stop touching you. He needs to have contact at all times. Partly to assure himself you really are there, that you really are his and he finally has something good…

-But also because he knows how much comfort it brings you. Be it that ringed hand resting on your thigh, or maybe round your shoulders with his fingers rubbing the back of your head.

Or maybe a couple fingers linked with yours on the table, fiddling with your own rings if you have them on.

-He always pulls you into his lap during DND, and always has a hand on your thigh. Whenever he gets excited, or nervous for the others, his hand would tighten a little and his rings would just lightly dig into your skin.

-He would constantly be doodling little patterns on your skin with his nails or even a pen, maybe he doesn’t realise he’s doing it as he talks to the Hellfire Club.

You just hold your arm out to him and he’s there, tracing little absent patterns that soothe both him and you.

-Eddie really likes drawing actually - I mean, he did design the Hellfire and Corroded Coffin logo, right? - and his work and any piece of paper would be covered in doodles. And he’s actually pretty good at it too.

-Sometimes he draws something for you and slips it into your book or pocket, so you can find it later on in the day and be reminded of how much he absolutely loves you.

-Wearing each other’s jewellery.

-He steals your necklaces, or you wear one of his rings on your thumb whilst he wears one on his little finger.

-It’s your thing, carrying a piece of you wherever you go.

-Wayne adores you.

-If Eddie is elsewhere, maybe you’re waiting for him and Wayne is on his way out, he’ll make sure to stop long enough to tell you how much you’ve changed Eddie’s life.

-How he smiles more, laughs more and Wayne can feel it’s real.

-“You’re giving him what he deserves, and that boy would be lost without you. He adores the ground you walk on… So, thank you.”

-Eddie loves to praise you. Be it general sweet praise for something good you did at school or Hellfire… Or praising you. He won’t shut up praising you, actually. It spills from his lips like honey.

-Ooh, but if you praise him? Wow, he’s a mess. He loses his mind instantly and he’s like butter in your touch.

-You wouldn’t think he blushes, but he does. You make him blush quite a bit, actually. Usually when you gush about how gorgeous he is, how clever with his campaigns, how good at guitar he is, with that starry look in your eyes. Or when you catch him unaware and press a little kiss to his nose.

-When you’re both settling after… moments, he gets this soft brush of colour along his cheekbones and nose, which is so damn adorable. Just think about it.

-Laying outside in the ground when it’s thunder storming. Watching the sky turn into a battlefield with the cold rain hammering down on you and it feels so grounding and refreshing, hands intertwined and your heads next to each other.

-Then playing in the rain, dancing around in it, Eddie kicking up the water and soaking you which naturally ensures a play fight where you’re both laughing so hard you end up with hiccups the whole walk home.

-Naps. All the time. All. The. Time. You just curl up in each other’s arms and sleep, because it doesn’t come easy all the time at night so even if it’s brilliant sunshine, you’ll just go and nap outside.

-Teases you all the time. Those intrusive thoughts come out to play, and he’s moving things when you put them down, so you lose them, blowing candles out when you light them, hiding your snacks if you set it down before you sit.

-“Hey, where did that go?”

-“Where did what go, sweetheart?”

-“I literally just put that down right there. Right there! Now it’s gone!”

-“I really don’t know what you’re talking about, are you sure you brought it in?” whilst he’s trying not to laugh.

-Sometimes he’ll just tackle you to the floor – as long as the surface is soft. Or bite you. Or randomly lick your hand.

-Tugging his hair to get his attention.

-Late at night, he’s sitting there by the light of a few candles or the lamp by his bed, hunched over as he so carefully carves your initials into his guitar pick (the one he wears around his neck) with the tip of his pocketknife. He’d have to keep puffing his fringe out of his eyes, his tongue sticking out slightly in concentration. Then the smile that lights his face when he holds it up for inspection, putting it back round his neck and the utter joy on his face when he sees it in the mirror – kissing his fingertips and then patting over the pick.

-Touching it whenever he needs courage, to be brave and not run away. Because you make him feel like a hero.

-Manspreading. He makes it look so good. He sits with his forearms on his thighs, hands dangling in the space in between with all those rings glittering.

-Even better if his head is tilted back against the couch and he has a cigarette dangling between his lips, eyeing you with those hungry, adoring doe eyes as you move about in front of him.

-Letting you wear his Dio jacket. Yep. His beloved baby. “Gotta see my baby in my baby, haven’t I? It looks good on you.” “Really damn good, actually.”

-Any of his clothes really. He gets that warm, puffy chest pride at seeing you in his clothes, knowing that you belong to each other, and besides, you look damn good in them.

-Eddie likes to have a piece of you with him at all times. Be that a hair scrunchy on his wrist, a ring on his little finger, hell, he’ll even take one of your shoelaces and thread it through his own trainers if it means having you with him.

-You end up picking up on his mannerism especially his speech patterns. It’s not till you drop something at the video store, and you mutter. A frustrated, “Jesus H. Christ.” That you realise how much you’re both interlinked.

-He lets you touch his guitar.

-He teaches you how to play too, sitting behind you, legs either side of yours and his chest pressed into your back.

-His arms would be around yours, guiding your fingers to move along the strings, a cigarette between his lips. “Just like this… There you go. You got it, sweetheart.”

-“One day I’m gonna marry you.”

-Late night trips to the diner for milkshakes and fries. Especially if you’d been getting high.

-You hold hands across the table, your hand flat and his laying over yours, nails lightly scratching over the inside of your wrist and palm.

-Ankles linked together under the table.

-Hearing his rings gently clinking against each other, against a glass, or when he absently clicks them along the table and it becomes a comforting noise to you.

-If you love to cook, that makes him so very happy. He’s always hungry, always looking for snacks so if you like to cook? God, he is there. Right there.

-Helping in the kitchen, stealing whatever he can, watching you intently before helping himself.

-He devours every single thing you make, adoring all of it and then looking at you for more with those sweet puppy eyes.

-Especially if you bake something sweet for him. He loves cookies and cake, and… Pretty much whatever you make.

-Takes care of you whenever you feel down. He notices straight away, from the way the light doesn’t shine in your eyes and the way your shoulders turn in.

-He wraps his arms around you, shielding you from your surroundings, one hand on the back of his head and he murmurs into your ear, “I’m here for you, okay? Whatever it is, I’ve got you. You’re safe.”

-When you get home, he dresses you in a band t-shirt, knowing how much his clothes bring you comfort. Then he’ll lay in bed, cradling you, stroking up and down your arm slowly.

-Affirmations. Constantly, but especially when you’re down. “I am so proud of you, you know that? So fucking proud. And I will believe in you, even when you don’t believe in yourself.”

-He might play your favourite song on his guitar until you fall asleep, then he’ll keep an eye on you and guard your dreams.

-Constantly needs to move or fidget with something, but if you put your hand through his or have any kind of contact with him, it soothes him and he plays with your fingers or hair instead.

-That energy of his is constant too, especially if you’re making out or something heavier. Everything in him will want to fall into the moment, to let himself get carried away and worship you but he wants to be slow. He wants to savour it, and you. He wants to show how much you mean to him and enjoy the moment - so there’s lots of hands fisted in bedsheets, or the sofa or wall or wherever you two might have fetched up on your haste to get each other’s clothes off.

-He likes curling his fingers in your hair to gently tilt your head so he can kiss and bite your neck,

-Eddie loves to mark you – with your permission of course. Running his thumb over the marks the morning after.

-He goes weak when you mark him

-Equally he loves when you play with his hair.

-Oh my god, he melts.

-Always asks if you can put it up in a messy bun for him on hot days because he can’t get it to stay up.

-Just take a minute to imagine him with a messy bun. His bangs still falling round his face, the low messy bun showing off the line of his neck and shoulders.

-He will literally fall asleep if you play with his hair. He doesn’t even care if you put little braids in it, he will just leave the trailer and go out with them like that. He doesn’t care. You did that to him and he absolutely adores the braided crown you gave him.

-Not to mention it looks good because why wouldn’t it.

-This man is the best at aftercare, wow okay.

-No matter if the sex was rough and passionate, or soft and burning, he always makes sure you’re okay. Gets you a glass of water, carefully cleans you both up, a snack if you were high.

-“I know you’re sleepy, sweetheart, but you’re gonna get cold. Here, wear my t-shirt, okay?”

-Speaking of which, he fucking loves when you wear his clothes.

-You share his Hellfire T-shirt. Which works out just fine because if he puts it in after you, it smells like your shampoo and perfume and that boy is a mess all day.

-You basically just share his wardrobe let’s be real here.

-Back to this again - He loves touching you in anyway, shape or form.

-Grabby hands. If you’re nowhere near him, or even just a few feet away and he wants to cuddle, he’s sticking his arms out and making grabby hands till you come to his side

-He always leans down to kiss you, pushing his hips gently into yours to duck down and press kisses from the top of your head down to your lips.

-Kisses behind your ear a lot then puffs all his breath out against your ear, so it tickles and makes you squeal.

-He bursts into that soft giggly laughter as you push him away, ensuing a play fight in which he throws you on the ground (gently, his body is breaking the fall) and then you proceed to have a tickle fight.

-He puffs little smoke rings over your head when you’re not paying attention to him. This boy is like a puppy, he needs attention all the time and why wouldn’t you give it to him, huh?

-The first time you get high together, he makes sure you’re okay. Makes sure you’re not going too far, that you’re not having an adverse reaction, always double checking.

-Then when he knows you’re fine, he lets go too, and you lay there together just talking complete shit, laughing at each other’s face, using his hair as a moustache.

-Making out when you’re high, letting it build into fumbling each other’s clothes off because the drugs make your skin so much more sensitive.

-I mean, Eddie is sensitive anyway, so add some drugs in the mix and this man is moaning like nothing else. God.

-Even when you’re not high, he will turn to butter and be in his knees (literally) when you’re taking the lead.

-He loves it when you take the lead.

-Giving him hickeys, biting him, running your hands all over his body - he’d be a whimpering mess, head thrown back, jaw clenched, eyes shut and muttering your name over and over with a few choice curses thrown in.

-Eddie is very vocal. Mm. Let that sink in.

-But when he turns his attention to you - let’s be real, he’s always got his hands and lips on you - oh lord, you’re in for it.

-He would make you fly higher than whatever you were smoking, giving you a night like nothing else.

-The Hellfire Club room is one of the places you both feel most at peace. Sometimes, if the day is too loud, if either of you need a breather, you’ll come here after school, with the candles lit and the low lighting and just… breathe. He’ll sit on his throne, with you curled up in his lap, fingers in each other’s hair and you’ll just hold each other. Settling your minds in a space that’s comfortable to you both.

-And if one of you falls asleep? That’s okay. Like hell would you move until you’re both awake.

-He’s the least mean and scary person you know, but if someone hurts you or goes to hurt you, he’s there, grabbing the person by the collar and throwing them out of the way. Either up against a wall or literally just as far away from you as he can get.

-“You wanna try that again?”

-Come to think of it, he’d also throw you against a wall from time to time. More gently of course, but with his ringed hand on your neck or jaw, with enough force just to gently puff a little air from your chest before he crowds in all close, pressing his body into yours and kissing you long and deep till your knees went weak.

-If he’s nearby, or you’re in the same room at school - maybe the lunch hall and you’re sitting with other friends, he always has an eye on you.

-One because hi, this boy will not stop looking at you. He’s in love. Honestly, he loves you no matter what you look like. You are always beautiful to him.

-Two; he wants to make sure you’re okay. He knows you can handle yourself and he adores that about you, but it doesn’t mean he won’t stop looking at you to keep an eye out.

-Loves reading to you. Rainy nights, curled up in bed with the rain hammering on the windows. The powers out so you just have candles lightning up the space. You’re laying between his legs with your head on his chest, and he’s reading Lord of The Rings, doing all the voices and making it feel so real.

-But he also adores when you read to him. He lays with his head on your lap and his eyes closed, a soft smile on his lips as he toys with his necklace or his rings.

You’d have one hand in his hair, gently coming through it and twisting the curls around your fingers and a few chapters in he’d be fast asleep.

-But that’s okay, because then you get to trace all the lines on his face, trailing your fingertips across his forehead, down the bridge of his nose, over those lips… following the features that you cherish so much.

-Always makes sure to treat you the way he thinks you deserve. Even down to holding doors open, helping you places, walking on the side of the road. Whenever he served you food, even if it’s just a snack, he always does it with a flourish to make you laugh.

-Mix tapes. Mix tapes everywhere. You two just share one giant collection of tapes eventually but you’re constantly making tapes for each other.

-You get to hear his songs before anyone else. You’re there through the stages of him playing little riffs on his guitar, messily jotting down notes with his legs half spread and his hair falling round his face, guitar pick held between his teeth.

-He learns your favourite songs so he can play them to you, all the time.

-You are always front and centre at his shows. Always. Singing every single word, cheering the loudest, climbing on stage to hug him at the end.

-You will literally fight anyone who has something bad to say about him. You don’t care who it is. But you lose your head the most when it’s Jason and his band of idiots.

-You once nearly got into a fist fight with him after school.

-You and Eddie were with Steve and the gang in the video store, just talking and in walked Jason and his little buddies.

-They took one look at Eddie and started with their usual shit, calling him a freak, asking if he should be allowed in a public place.

-You were immediately leaping off of the counter where you were sat, storming over to him and you punched him. Yep. Just straight up punched the Golden Boy in the face.

-He was surprised enough that he stumbled backwards, a hand lifting to his jaw before his eyes flashed and he started shouting at you.

-Not that you cared, you could more than hold your own, matching him insult for insult whilst defending Eddie.

-It took the combined forces of Eddie, Steve and Robin to pull you away before you started tearing up the store.

-Eddie played it off but inside, he was in bits. The insults bounced off his skin most of the time, falling like rain in the ocean. He was used to it. Sure, it hurt but it wasn’t anything he hadn’t heard before.

-But watching you go defend him like that? He might have to cry about it later.

-This moment though, you were more important.

-His hands came up to cup your jaw, concerned brown eyes, glittering with pride looking down into yours, “You okay?”

-When you assured him you were fine, he took you to the back room with the first aid kit, lifting you up on the counter to gently clean your knuckles and check they were okay.

“Eddie, I’m fine. Really. I just wished you’d let me go for him again. He shouldn’t say things like that, he’s an-“

-Then he’d kiss you softly, a sweet press of his lips to yours to soothe you, calm you. “Hey, it’s okay. It’s fine, I hear it all the time…” And when that made you frown more, he brushed his lips over your hand, “But oh my god, I wish I could have filmed that! His face!!! You dealt him a crit hit, baby, he nearly went down like a rock.”

-That then made you laugh, lips twitching up as you watched him, “He did, didn’t he. Not so impressive for Hawkins’ golden boy, right?”

-Then he’d grin even more, interlacing your fingers and moving to stand between your legs, “I better watch out for that right hook of yours, you don’t need anyone to defend your honour, sweetheart.”

-“Hmm, I don’t know about that… I think you’d look pretty good in armour, defending me.” Your legs would be wrapped round his waist at this point, giving him a goofy, gooey smile.

-He raised an eyebrow at you, tapping your chin with the crook of his finger, “You think I could get these curls in a helmet?” His eyebrow was still raised, lips twitching with the width of his grin.

-You leant forward, touching your nose to his first, then your lips, “Oh, absolutely.” Then, of course, you’d kiss. Slow, warm, and you could feel his gratitude and love for you in the way his hand cradled your jaw.

-Until you heard Dustin’s voice from outside the door that is, “Alright lovebirds, we’re going now. Stop eating each other’s faces and come on.”

-Eddie is an absolute softy for you if you hadn’t guessed already, and when he’s feeling down, you’re the only thing he needs to make him better. Cuddling, listening to you talk or read, anything. As long as you’re there.

-He loves hearing about your day anyway. Every single moment, he wants to know it all. Even down to the gossip you heard, or Steve’s failed love attempts, your favourite films - all of it.

-Equally, you love to hear him ramble. About Hellfire, about his favourite bands, anything. Sometimes he’ll look at you, catching himself and go to apologise for going on but you stop him, telling him how much you love hearing him light up and get excited.

-Then he carries on with the sweetest smile on his face, those doe eyes completely molten for you.

-Getting to see him walk around the trailer with a towel slung low on his hips, skin glistening with the heat and his hair dripping water all over his chest. He’d lift a hand to push it back, showing off those gorgeous tattoos and leaving you literally losing your damn mind.

-When he’s in the hospital after… things happen, he wakes up to just his uncle and you in there, either side of him holding a hand. Of course he’s so relieved that you’re both okay but he can’t help but feel heartbroken that the others aren’t there. Then he tries to tell himself that it was a stupid idea for thinking that, because he’s not that close to the others anyway, only through you and it was just the end of the world bonding.

-But you can read it in his face and instead of saying something, you just get this smile and whip out a radio, patching through with, “The Dungeon is open.”

-Then oh my god, everyone piles in, each of them carrying something. The kids have all the DND supplies, Max has music, Robyn has movies she thinks Eddie would like, Nancy and Steve have some kind of clothing ‘for his modesty’, and you bring up a giant teddy bear, with a tiny denim jacket, a bandana and a chain that you stayed up altering to look like him. Not to mention an armful of books and all of you carrying snacks.

-He just looks… so surprised and he tries to carry it off with typical Eddie-ness but no one can mistake the way his eyes have gone glassy and his voice wobbly, even with his sarcasm.

-“Guys, I’m in here for another week, not six months”

-“Shut up and eat your snacks.” Affectionately.

-His uncle goes out to get a coffee, surreptitiously wiping his eyes because his boy finally had a group of friends that fucking cherish him and he’s truly happy.

-You all sit scattered around his bed, you perched as close to his side as you can whilst you all teach Robin and Steve how to play DND. Nancy chimes in now and then, knowing about it from Mike of course.

-A nurse comes by to do her rounds and nearly has an aneurysm at all of you, and all the things now filling the space. Tells you that you can’t all be in here, it’s only two guests at a time unless you’re all family since Eddie is still in recovery.

-Dustin tells her that you are all family, so she can’t kick you out.

-Robin then jumps up and starts explaining how you’re not directly related, but you’re all second and third cousins twice removed or whatever, but it doesn’t matter because family doesn’t always end in blood.

-She of course starts rambling because she’s nervous, so that’s when Nancy jumps up and loops an arm round her shoulder, effectively cutting Robin off midflow and explains that they won’t be any trouble, but they’ve all missed him so much.

-At that point, another nurse comes by and sees the situation, telling the first that you can well stay, “They’ve been here long enough, let them see their friend. At least they’re not clogging up the waiting room anymore.” But the last bit is said with a smile and warmth as both nurses leave you to it.

-Eddie frowns in confusion, tilting his head back against your shoulder to look up at you, “Hey, what does she mean?”

-Then you tell him how you’ve all been sitting in that waiting room from the moment they bought Eddie in, refusing to leave.

-You told them they didn’t need to stay with you, but everyone just parked up and took over an entire corner of the waiting room, sprawled out like puppies whilst you waited for news on Eddie.

-The nurses tried to move you all at first, but when it became evident it would take a whole army and a bunch of monsters to get rid, they gave in.

-The third morning, you woke up to a box of snacks from the vending machine and a bunch of bottled water, with a sticky note on that read, “Everyone deserves a family like you”. And then that night, spare pillows and blankets appeared too.

-And that day he woke up, everyone else was practically crawling up that door until you gave the okay.

-From the moment you and Dustin waged a two person battle that Eddie was innocent, he’d become part of their ragtag group.

-He was prepared to sacrifice his life to get the others to safety, and he very nearly did. He didn’t run away. He saved them.

-And that meant more to this group than he could ever imagine.

-Eddie Munson was so very loved, so cherished no matter what. He wasn’t Eddie the Banished anymore.

-He was Eddie the Found.

#eddie munson #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson x reader #joseph quinn #stranger things #stranger things 4 #headcanons

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3llix · 1 year

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Art Advice I’ve Picked Up

This is mostly aimed at myself, someone who’s been doing art a long time, and someone who made their hobby into their job and how it fucking sucks. This isn't advice for art as a career, more for those who got burned from trying to make it their career, and now want to turn it back into a passion or hobby.

Don’t draw through the pain, don’t try to power through the pain, it doesn’t work. It’s never worth it and you will fuck up your hands, arms and shoulders.

Take a break, take the damn break, rest your arms, hands whatever and do the stretches! They do work!

Taking a break obviously helps if you’re hitting a brick wall with drawing, you might feel like everything you make is shit and a ton of other awful thoughts. Take a break, get a drink, some food or walk around and come back later

If the shitty feelings persist, move on to something else and tell yourself that the bad feelings don’t last forever, you won’t feel like a shitty artist forever. That feeling could go away in a day, or even an hour.

Imposter syndrome is awful and will try to ruin your day, be aware of it, I still struggle a lot with it too. But just by realising it exists can you make you more self aware about it in future.

Just because you’re good at art doesn’t mean you should make it your job. Turning any hobby into a job will make you lose the love for it.

You will burnout if you try to keep art a job and a hobby, you will not have time to draw for yourself, you will not be able work on all those passion projects and ideas. You will burn out, you will start to hate art.

This happened to me, and I’m still trying to unlearn the unhealthy habits I formed when it was my job, it’s very hard making art fun, and indulgent for myself. But I’m trying.

If you do make art your job, make sure you have hobbies that are not related to art. It’s really good if one of these hobbies can be outdoorsy too, I like biking a lot. But do what you can with what you have.

There will never be a perfect time to start drawing, or any other creative project. You can clear a whole month to work on something and you will waste that time, because your trying to make a perfect moment to be creative you’re putting unnecessary pressure on yourself.

The only perfect moment is now.

The perfect materials are what you have with you.

The only skills you have are the ones you have now.

No waiting until you can draw or write better, or saving a project till you’re more skilled, the only time to do it is now, even if you’re writing in between bus journeys or doodling on a scrap of paper, make that new Renpy file while waiting for the microwave to ding.

Learning to make that first step is also the most important, and learning that the first stroke doesn’t have to be so precious.

Learning when to give up on something that isn’t working is also a good skill. Sometimes a project doesn’t work out and we don’t finish it or we need to quit, it can be painful but there’s still a lot to learn from unfinished works.

You can recycle old ideas, nothing is wasted even if you don’t finish.

Trim your dreams, TRIM THE DAMN DREAMS.

Don’t let s project outgrow your skills, or what you’re actually capable of, there’s a lot of things to take into consideration like, money, time, energy.

You can start a big, huge projects and realise it wasn’t what your actually wanted to make in the first place.

Making a game? Why are you making a 20 plus hour, 3D platform shooter with puzzle and farming mechanics as a solo dev? Trim those damn dreams. Dreaming is good and I know it’s fun but it’s easy to let an idea grow into an oak tree, it becomes all consuming and a burden to carry round.

So trim back, oak trees are beautiful but never underestimate a daisy

And eventually you could have a whole field of flowers and shrubs, instead of one oak tree.

Trying to find an audience online is bullshit, trying to create art that’s got mass appeal is bullshit, social media is a horrible place for creative pursuits, but it’s the best we have at the minute.

Make the things you want to see, I know that’s in a lot of art advice but that's because it’s true. You can fall into a trap of thinking only in numbers and engagement, of chasing praise and approval and in the end it will feel hollow, because you only ever made things to appeal to others.

And so you your only gain approval and engagement from a place that isn't authentic.

So yes, make that self insert OC, or “Cringey” dating Sim

Also, trying to find an audience can trap you into doing one thing, aka a one trick pony, because you’re are rewarded for making repetitive “content” with engagement and likes, and punished when you try something new, because it doesn’t do as well.

Never fucking call your art/creations “content.” You are not a machine making things to be consumed.

You have limited resources when it comes to art, both in time, money and even your own body.

Yes, you do have to treat your own body as a limited resource, like the very first tips, its so easy to destroy your own body in the pursuit of creating something, your eyes, hands, arms, shoulders even your brain.

So take every shortcut you can, trace 3d models, use photographs for backgrounds whatever you think of that can make the creation process easier and less time-consuming, you'll thank yourself later, when you can still pick up a pen without vice like pain.

That’s all I can think of for now, but I’ll update it if I think of something else, I’m sorry for spelling errors and if it sounds a little bitter, I started this when I was suffering a spell of tendinitis in my wrist. I mostly wrote this as a reminder to myself, but I hope maybe it can help someone else out. 💜

Also I know large blocks of text can be overwhelming, so I tried to break it up with some little snippets of my own art, hopefully it makes it a little easier to read.

#art advice #things I’ve learned #long post #?

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ramshackledtrickster · 2 years

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Listen listen listen

Hear me out

Assassins Creed college l AU

-Connor lives off campus with his mother and “landlord” Achilles (when in actuality his mother hasn’t paid rent to Achilles in ten years and Connors yet to realize that)

-Alexios and Jacob are what they call “bang bros” (fuck buddies but more manly according to them) who switch majors every other week

-Haythem is a professor and is by far the most hated, he’s been the target of the most amount of pranks from the school since year one of his teaching. He’s also had the most complaints about him to HR about his shitty politics and playing favorites in his students (yes his favorites happen to Hickey and Lee when they have the worst grades in the whole class)

-Shao is a transfer student who crotchets and paints in her free time. She’s primarily known as the lady who out drank party animal Bayek

-Bayek has a baby mama and visits his kids on all weekends and holidays. He’s known as one of the best students on campus. Who turns into an absolute party animal when drunk/high but deletes all evidence of it afterwards

- Everyone knows Edward’s password to his phone, cause he spends so much of his time drunk he either straight up tells people the password. Or they need it in order to call his buddies to pick him up

!!! I do have a college au I have a list of info of with my friend but I love these ideas and some of what we have is kind of similar !! I hope you don’t mind if some of these aren’t canon

-I still love your ‘landlord’ idea don’t worry it lives in my head rent free and it’s sitting in my ask box for when I could make a drawing with it

-Jacob and Alexios share dorms with Arno and Henry (I think I gotta check again). I can absolutely see Jacob changing his major a lot!! This kinda ties in w how I feel like he’s very indecisive and he’s intelligent in a lot of fields but he feels it’s hard to find a learning style that actually suits him so academics sucks like that (plus he has a poor history of constantly being compared to evie in school and having a bad rep in class with the teachers growing up). But he gets to explore and figure out what works best for him because everyone learns differently.

-Haytham isn’t a prof and the rest of his entourage is middle aged like him, however, William Johnson is one of the professors and I had a couple old doodles of him being at the receiving end of some pranks pulled by Connor’s friends :)) Haytham got Connor into this current college but he’s trying to get him to transfer to a “better” one (more private, one of those super elitist types, somewhere Maria Thorpe transferred out of because it sucked so much for her mental and social health). Connor’s friends hate Haytham and he 100% doesn’t live with Ziio (the request I’ve done with ziio and Haytham sending Connor off is unfortunately not canon in the au :(()

-I LOVE SHAOJUN CROCHETING AND PAINTINH,,, she’s maybe very secretive about her stuff but she loves making quick doodles of people around her in a tiny sketch book and has some really nice brush pens. I don’t know much about Bayek but my interest is piqued. It’s fair to note Shaojun is one of Ezio’s students when he eventually becomes a prof in my au! Along with Yusuf.

-LMAOO FUN I really really don’t know anything about Bayek but that fun side i honestly don’t see much in fan art so I’m curious ?? I always imagined him being the main gang’s philosophy professor and they love him.

-POOR ED LMAOSBKEV I love that I love Ed. Its super fun to hear other takes on Ed in modern au especially in relation to the other kenways bc I always pictured him in the au as an actual grand dad— graying hair, sick Hawaiian shirts collection, probably stole a yacht, tries and fails to regain a connection with Haytham and absolutely loves Connor and sees him as 100% part of the family

Please don’t take any of this the wrong way I love your ideas !! I thought it’d be fun to share and compare and contrast what I have in my head vs your ideas bc modern aus can be taken in so many different directions even in a college setting <:))

Thank you again though I love your thoughts !!

#assassins creed #modern au

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melisusthewee · 6 months

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WIP Wednesday (on a Thursday!)

Look, I just got back from holiday I have no concept of time and space anymore. Plus @greypetrel tagged me so hold on to your butts!

I've been out of town on vacation for the past week and while I brought with me things to do, I didn't write a single damn thing or draw even the smallest doodles of pictures. And you know what? It was good for me! I was "no thoughts head empty" for the first three days and it was very relaxing and very re-invigorating. The first time I thought to maybe crack open a fic or drawing was on the flight home (thank you, WestJet, for having an absolutely shitty app for your "complimentary in flight entertainment"). And boy, did I write! I went back to a fic I had started about a year ago that I got sidetracked from and it felt good to go back to it and make some progress and be happy with the results.

So here is finally some more Grand Tourney Incident fic to share with you! Fun Fact for friends I have only met recently: Horatio Morris was invented for this fic despite the fact that I then wrote a prequel fleshing him out more before I ever finished this one. Funny how that happens.

For context: A young Quinn Trevelyan delivers a freshly painted shield to his older brother ahead of the afternoon's joust. Quinn plans on entering the Grand Tourney himself, forever freeing himself from having to squire for his brother - provided, of course, that Ser Emile Trevelyan doesn't catch wind and do something to stop him.

He found Emile inside his tent, half-dressed only from the waist down in his arming trousers and polished obsidian greaves. He had leaned a piece of cut glass against what looked like several of Octavian's accounting books, and set up a washbasin where he was currently focused on trimming his beard. Emile Trevelyan was not unhandsome and he and Quinn both cut very similar profiles. They had inherited the same nose from their father though Emile had more of their mother's coloring - bright red hair and steel-grey eyes. Emile's hair had much more of a curl to it too and between his mop of hair and the beard he always kept carefully shaped and cut in the style typical of Ostwick men he would have been a popular knight among tourney fans even if he hadn't been good at what he did. Unfortunately, however, Emile happened to also be exceptionally talented on a horse and had several tourney wins under his belt. Even the years when he didn't place first, he still consistently finished in the upper part of the lists and was constantly favored to win among the betting pools. He'd made himself a celebrity among the Free Marches and the only reason it hadn't gone to his head was because he'd always had an insufferably inflated ego for as long as Quinn could remember. Emile gave Quinn only the barest of glances at first as he entered the tent until he saw the painted shield tucked under his arm. He set down his razor and snapped his fingers at Quinn - just as he did with all the servants - and told him he wasn't about to go stashing away a shield that didn't meet his approval. Quinn huffed and rolled his eyes, but held up the shield for presentation anyway. Emile got to his feet and walked over, snatching the wooden shield out of Quinn's hands. He turned it over carefully, narrowing his eyes at Quinn when he couldn't find any overt or obvious fault with the painting. "You had that boyfriend of yours do this." Quinn crossed his arms defiantly. "It's done and it looks like a horse." Emile frowned, but he put the shield aside with the rest of his armour anyway. "Some of these lines are crooked. But I'll let it go only because Otto has been looking for you." "Did he say what for?" asked Quinn. "No, and I didn't care to ask," said Emile curtly, returning back to his washbasin and razor. Quinn frowned, watching Emile carefully. It seemed odd for his brother to simply dismiss him like that, but Octavian wasn't just their older brother this time. He was acting head of the family until they returned to Ostwick which meant even Emile had to watch his tongue and follow along. Quinn couldn't imagine what Octavian would want with him - everything Quinn knew about the business of horsebreeding and the Trevelyan stock was knowledge Octavian had tenfold. But then maybe his brother didn't actually want anything from him. Maybe this was his way of making sure Quinn was free for this afternoon's archery and his way of letting him know that the papers from their father had been delivered. The frown changed into a smile and Quinn hurriedly left Emile and his tent before his brother could notice and question why he was suddenly wearing a haughty-looking grin.

Tagging with no pressure: @theluckywizard @ndostairlyrium @idolsgf @cleverblackcat @nirikeehan @rosella-writes @unnecessaryligatures @ronqueesha @oxygenforthewicked @dreadfutures and... you! Right there! Yes, you!

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confettifluff · 1 year

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This Confession Means Nothing || a one shot Michael Myers x Patrick Bateman fic

Patrick Bateman found himself stressed with the overstimulating life of New York City, truly needing a chance to unmask for just for a weekend. It seemed to be perfectly timed when his fiancé mentioned needing someone to house sit for her parents, it was a bit far but Patrick insisted he’d take care of it. Knowing that he really just wanted to get away, he’d take any chance he could to escape, even if it was sitting in his (almost) in-laws' shitty house, in a shitty town with a rumored annual killer. He’s heard a bit of Michael Myers but just in between ramblings of Evelyn. But seeing that her parents have been safe thus far, then Patrick staying the night should be just fine.

That's how Patrick found himself in Haddonfield, Illinois Halloween night 1982, sitting on Evelyn's parents' plastic covered couch. This was all he wanted though, just sit and watch some 50s horror movie that was playing on tv with no interruption of the New York night life ruining the quiet. Now he can slouch back finally and feel that Mr.Perfect doesn’t have to be so perfect. His suit jacket was left by the door, and now he was unbuttoning his pants, letting his suspenders drop off his shoulders, and loosening his tie.

But there was a knock on the door, do people really still trick or treat here? Patrick didn’t have any candy to hand out, but maybe telling one kid will get the rest of the flow to skip the house. Really he needed a sign, finding a pen and paper he scrabbles a big sorry no candy, adding a pumpkin doodle. He opened the door with a smile, and swiftly shoos the kids who knocked away and placing the sign on the door with a bit of tape. Closing the door he mumbles to himself about kids being too stupid to understand that the lights being off meant that you shouldn’t knock.

When he goes to sit and continue his peaceful night there’s a knock at the door again. He knows this shouldn’t make him this angry, he tries ignoring it by turning the tv up, but the knock gets louder too. Patrick images himself screaming at the kids to read the fucking sign, as he calmly opens the door. He’s a little startled when the knocker is definitely not a kid, but a large man who realistically is only a few inches taller but feels like he’s towering over him.

Patrick looks him up and down, he isn’t sure what this boogeyman guy is supposed to look like but this seems about right. They both are just standing and staring at each other, Patrick squinting at the mask trying to place where he knew that face from. Michael takes a large step into the house, Patrick can’t identify a weapon on him but is still racing through the ideas of how to get him to stop doing any of this. He's a businessman, his best weapon is his mouth, maybe he can talk him into leaving? But before he can even speak Michael has creeped in close enough to grab him by the neck, pinning him up on the wall with one hand. Manipulation certainly can’t help him now, as he's unable to get a single breath in. Flailing his limbs around, his knee rams into Michael's crotch. Michaels grip loosens a little as he tilts his head, Patrick confused why didn’t feel like he did anything, he puts his knee back feeling around. That’s definitely where his dick is supposed to be but he can’t seem to find it, he shoots his knee up a little lower. Michael automatically drops him, grasping at his nether regions making an inhaled gasping noise, Bateman should probably run but sits in shock. Michael turns to him breathing heavily like he’s mad, preparing to possibly end him right there with just his intense stare. But instead Michael gets on the floor with Patrick and straddles his knee, he’s in even more shock, he can’t move except his face into a disgusted scowl. His brain swarmed with homophobic thoughts as Michael rubbed himself on Patrick's knee. Michael is much too heavy for Patrick to actually be able to push him away but still finds himself trying to squirm out from under him, getting almost claustrophobic. Patrick can only shout “I'm not gay!” in desperation.

Michael tilts his head and gets up, Patrick holds his chest like he could steady his breathing that way, totally unaware of what Michael was doing in front of him till he heard the undoing of a zipper. This time Patrick was able to run, right through Michaels legs too, up the stairs and attempted to lock himself in the bathroom, the nerves and the sweat on his hands made it impossible to lock in time. Michael swung the door open revealing he had left the mechanic jumpsuit downstairs and was just in his underwear now whilst Patrick cowered away in the corner.

Patrick can’t help but notice the lack of bulge down there, Michael then grabs the waistband of his underpants and drops them to the floor to reveal…nothing? Patrick would imagine a man of his stature would have a monster between his legs. He sort of perks up a bit from his corner, analyzing as Michael just stays put, like he's trying to show him. Although covered in an unruly brush Bateman can’t identify a penis anywhere, looking up he now notices his chest that’s still covered by a sheer white undershirt, could be easily seen as muscle, were definitely breasts. Suddenly like a light switch, Patrick’s reaction to the situation changed completely, and he thinks he knows what Michael wants, now Bateman wants control. He gets up from the corner adjusting the cuffs of his sleeves and points to the tub, “I want you to clean your vagina, if we’re going to have sex.” he smiles, turning the water on for him.

Michael complies, completely stripping leaving only his mask and getting in the tub, Patrick rummages around for something to trim his jungle. Finding a pair of scissors shoved in a junk drawer and placing them next to Michael, “Clean yourself up and meet me in the bedroom.” he instructs, leaving Michael alone to go and lay on the bed. Gazing at the ceiling patrick realizes if he really wanted this would be the perfect chance for him to escape, but now the idea of fucking Michael was infecting his mind. Brunette and built almost entirely like a man, completely not his typical type. But still his pants started to get increasingly uncomfortable, he kept trying to shift around or make the thoughts of the killer that’s in the bathroom stop. He decides to distract himself by stripping and starting just the stretching portion of his workout routine, stopping once he can hear the loud echoing of the tub draining.

Michael appears in the doorway still just as tall and menacing without the boots, Patrick deems him clean looking enough to lay down on the bed. But Patrick really wants to inspect, unable to pull Michael closer to the end of the bed he just adjusts his legs up, spreading them out like he’s getting a pap smear. It wasn't till Patrick started skimming through his folds that Michael was reminded of his life at the sanitarium, constantly being poked and prodded at like a lab rat. Michael squeezed his legs together, entrapping his hand between his thighs, Patrick awkwardly laughs “Hey now” trying to slip his hand free but is completely unable against Michaels pure leg strength.

“Maybe a little something to loosen up?'' Patrick suggests, nodding a little, patting at the side of Michaels butt. Michael lets him lose curious of what he means, Patrick goes to find the cassettes he’d brought with him, especially his favorite of Phil Collins. He already started his speech about why he liked it so much as he made his way back upstairs “I’ve been a fan since the duke album in the 1980s, but before that I didn’t really understand any of it, too artsy, too“ Patrick pauses not expecting Michael to be standing again in the room, he tries to ignore how intimidated he feels when he looms over him like that. He tries to ignore it, putting Phil into the player “It was on duke where the presence of Phil Collins becomes more apparent!”

He turns to Michael after successfully getting the tape to play “Now I want you to lay back down” Michael just tilts his head, grabs Patrick and slams him on the bed. He pulls Patricks boxers off, unknowingly ripping them “You bitch! Those aren’t cheap!" Michael doesn’t care, spending the majority of his life incarcerated he isn’t sure about half of what bateman is going on about. But after rubbing him like that Micheal only wants one thing from him and he’s taking too long, he straddles himself over Bateman guiding him to his entrance, the wetness sliding him down on his dick entirely. Patrick doesn’t know what to do, it all happened so fast, and he’s never been on the bottom but truly can’t find himself being opposed to it thus far.

Moans in between heavy breathing escape from out under his mask, Michael never felt sensations like this before. He stays there unmoving adjusting to the sensitivity of it all, but Patrick feels like he’s losing circulation in his legs and starts adjusting his hips ever so slightly. Michael pushes himself away a little, unable to handle those gentle movements, this intrigues Bateman and he thrusts as hard as he can into him. Michael topples over ending up laying over Bateman squeezing him close, unable to keep up right.

Patrick keeps thrusting, continuously getting faster, the sounds of wet skin on skin repetitive slaps is almost louder than the music. His hips can’t keep up with how fast his subconscious mind wants him to go, slowing down letting Michael take the lead again. But now Michael is truly addicted, needing to reach his climax as fast as possible. He sits back up unsure of how to keep the momentum going and starts slamming his hips into Bateman, his penis not fully going in and out but just getting deeper. Simmering to grinding as hard as his vagina allows, hips bucking uncontrollably as Patrick's dick presses against his cervix.

He needs just a bit more, Michael grabs patricks hands shoving them to his chest and his own hands down to fumble around with his clit. An amalgamation of moans, grunts and groans pour out from deep within Michael slightly being muffled from the mask. Patrick wants to hear him more, louder, he reaches up pulling the mask up a little exposing just his mouth. Just in time for Michaels climax, letting out a long wail as he completely melts, falling back on the hard floor off the bed. Seemingly unbothered from the fall laying there, hands grasping in between his shaking legs with his tongue practically hanging out of his mouth like a dog.

Patrick, still unsatisfied, gets down with him clutching his head forward shoving his shaft in his mouth. Michael whimpers from exhaustion but does his best to help him finish. It doesn't take long for him to cum with Michael being able to take it all in his mouth, pulling out to see his load displayed on his mask.

Patrick, cooling down immediately feels the overpowering urge to shower, leaving Michael there assuming he’d need awhile to recover.

But once he returns after scrubbing himself completely raw, the boogeyman is gone, disappearing just as fast as he appeared. Saddened slightly that he'll never see him most likely ever again, he plops himself on the couch, the tv now playing an episode of StarTrek. He isn't sure why exactly but when Captain Kirk is on screen, something shifts in his nether regions.

He isn't sure why exactly but when Captain Kirk is on screen, something shifts in his nether regions.

#this is what micheal was doing during halloween 3 #micheal myers #patrick bateman #halloween #american physco #micheal is trans #one shot #patrick bateman x micheal myers #slasher smut #made this for my gf as a valentines present #jellysammies

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