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Eddie Munson x Henderson! reader Pt. 2

Summary: Eddie’s been waiting all day just to see Dustin’s sister again and now hellfire has run 30 minutes late.

Warnings: fem! Reader, cursing, fluff, broken walkmans, Dustin’s dead cat is mentioned, two idiots in love, no spoilers

A/N: here’s a part two for everyone who’s been patiently waiting. I didn’t realize y’all would like the first one so much😭 much love.

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They’re running half an hour late. Eddie swears he’s tried to wrap up this campaign for the entirety of that half hour, but it’s gotten him nowhere.

“I think that’s a perfect place to leave off.” turned into “guys, we’re running late. No, I’m not late for anything. I’m just a very on schedule man, okay?” turned into “This is where we leave off! I refuse to DM any later then this very late hour of 6:30pm. Clean up your messes. Yes Gareth, I know where we’ve left off, thank you.”

So, much to the boys dismay, they clean up their messes and shove papers and dice into their binders. Not without Dustin grumbling about how they usually play well into 8 o’clock. His sister can wait another half hour. Come on!

They’re still shuffling to get everything picked up and put away when they hear a soft knocking at the door. Eddie flinches out of his skin. Gareth, who’s right next to him, looks at him startled. Who is that? There’s no one else it could be but her, all the teachers are gone and the janitor left 15 minutes ago. Oh my god, the room is still a mess. What is he going to do? His thoughts are cut off by Mike quickly opening the door-

Jesus Christ it’s just Jeff. Eddie completely forgot that he left to use the bathroom 5 minutes ago. He lets out a big breath of air in relief, slumping forward to grab the chair In front of him, and closing his eyes that are now hidden by his messy hair. He’s gotta fix that before he sees her.

Everyone’s staring at Eddie, and Jeff is paused in the doorway, hesitant to walk into the room after such a reaction from his dungeon master. What did he do?

“What.. what did I do?”

“Nothing Jeff,” Eddie waves him into the room, “we’re just cleaning up, cmon.”

He walks into the room, but not without looking at each of his party members confusedly. His gaze sticks a little longer on Gareth who’s now on the verge of tears from laughing at Eddie. Can someone tell him what’s going on?

“Did you think that was her?” Gareth manages to gasp out, he’s weak in his seat holding his stomach and wiping tears away from his lash line. His mind keeps replaying the way Eddie flinched at the thought of her seeing the room in this.. state.

Eddie promptly ignores him. He can’t get worked up right now. He’s gotta play it cool for her and he can’t do that if he’s worked up over his own party teasing him.

At the way Eddie ignores his question, Gareth is sucked into a new laughing fit so hard he fears he might start gagging. Jeff puts his hand on Gareth’s back, slowly rubbing up and down, hoping that the giggles will stop. He thinks it’s kinda.. cute.. of Eddie to be so head over heals for a girl.

“Yeah, yeah, so funny.” Eddie draws out “We’ll see who’s laughing when I’m the only one in this room with a girlfriend.”

“But.. me and Mike have girlfriends?” Dustin’s confusion has taken him so far aback, he hasn’t even realized that Eddie just said his sister was going to be his girlfriend.

That makes Eddie smile down at his DM folder he’s neatly packing up. Why does that make him smile? “Oh yeah, sure.” He lifts his eyes to Dustin’s “Except mine won’t conveniently live in another state, making it impossible for their friends to meet them.”

“Her name is Suzie, and she lives in Utah!”

“And shes hotter then Phoebe Cates?” Eddie’s hand is on his hip now.

“Yes! And she’s like really smart. She can hack into-”

Eddie shakes his head in amusement “Hey, can’t be hotter then your sister.”

Dustin gapes at him. What did Eddie just say? Mike has both hands over his mouth desperately trying not to laugh.

“You know what?” Dustin turns on his heel offended, and walks out the club door, not even waiting for Mike to catch up.

“Shit,” Eddie scrambles for his stuff. Before he leaves the room he runs his hands trough his hair, using a prop mirror to push his bangs into place, and smooths down his shirt. He will not have a remake of lunch.

He’s practically tripping over his feet to keep up with Dustin, who’s setting an imposible pace trying lose Eddie. He’s yelling apologies through the hall “I was joking! Kid! It as a joke, im sorry!” He doesn’t sound sorry though, he sounds like he’s about to bust out laughing.

When they push through those large high school doors, she’s the only in the big empty parking lot. She’s sitting on the hood of her car messing with something in her hands, while Sweet Leaf plays loudly in her car. Sweet Leaf. My God, he’s in love.

She hears the doors open and snaps her head up like she’s been expectantly waiting for something. Or someone.

She’s not wearing her cheer uniform anymore, just a large Back to The Future tee shirt Robin bought her and Steve as an inside joke (she’s been using it as a sleep shirt, but she was in a rush to get to Dustin), and denim shorts. Her hair looks like it’s in the process of drying. Did she take a shower? Also why does he suddenly have the urge to see her in his own shirt?

The “Dusty!” she yells out is wobbly like she’s holding something in, and he can hear the upset laced through it. He thinks he must’ve heard her wrong. That is until he sees her watery eyes and furrowed brows, and realizes he didn’t at all.

Dustin immediately thinks the worst, rushing over to her. They didn’t kill all the demodogs? Russians are back in Hawkins? No it’s not that, she’s handing him something. What is she handing him? Her.. walkman?

Even though she scared the shit out of him, he try’s not to get upset with her. Her Walkman was a gift from Steve and she treats it like it’s the most precious thing in the world, she’s never let him touch it either. Is it broken?

“You scared the shit outta me.” He breathes out, winded from running through the parking lot.

She looks genuinely sorry. “I’m sorry dusty,” She’s had that tight feeling in her throat since 5:30 when she got out the shower and saw her mothers cat treating her most beloved Walkman like a cat toy. The talking gives into her tight throat and she lets out a quiet sob. Oh, Eddie’s heart just broke a little. She sticks her Walkman in Dustin’s hands, “look.”

“Why are you handing me this?”

“Click play.”

“Oh.”

Her Walkman won’t play when he clicks the button.

“And! My Master of Reality cassette is stuck in there!”

Dustin frowns, “You love that cassette.”

“It’s my favorite one!” She sobs, dropping her head into her hands. She doesn’t fight the crying anymore. Only, she’s being so quiet that the only reason Eddie can tell she’s crying is because of how hard her shoulders are shaking. He wants to hug her so bad. So bad.

Dustin fiddles with it for a moment, bringing it up to his eye to look at it closer, before looking up at her and asking “what happened?”

She treats this thing like gold, she couldn’t have been the one to do this.

“Tews, that stupid fucker. I came into my room and he was tossing it around like it was a play toy. I thought maybe you could fix it”

Dustin’s just trying to distract her enough to quiet her sobs, he really doesn’t know if he can fix this, but worst case scenario he’d ask Steve if he would buy her a new one. And he would! Matter of fact, if Steve knew that this one was broken right now he’d insist on buying her a new one instead of Dustin fixing it himself.

“I hate that new cat,” another choked sob “I miss mews so much” now Dustin doesn’t know if she’s still crying about her Walkman or if she’s accidentally made herself start crying over their dead cat. That poor mangled cat.

Eddie thinks he hears her whisper out “so mangled” and wonders what the hell happened to their last cat. I mean mangled?

“I know, I know” he’s still fiddling with it. She looks like she wants to object when he starts softly hitting it, but she doesn’t.

“I liked Dart more than I like Tews. Dart’s face opens up, he’s a carnivore, and Tews is somehow still meaner!” She sniffles a little while Dustin nods, too engrossed with trying to see what’s wrong with the Walkman. “What was the candy you gave Dart down there??” down where? Eddie’s so confused. “Was it a.. Nougat?” Dustin nods again.

“Nougat! I’m gonna go back down there with a Nougat and bribe dart to come back up and kill Tews the way he killed Mews”

What? Okay. Now they’ve really lost Eddie. He looks over at Mike, expecting his confusion to be mirrored on the younger boys face. Why does Mike look like he understands what they’re talking about? What the hell?

Dustin let’s out a strangled laugh like he’s startled and pats her knee, “I think I’ll be able to fix it.”

She gasps, wiping the tears off her face harshly, “really?”

Dustin nods, “I might even be able to save Master of Reality.”

She hops of the car quickly and throws her arms around him ecstatic. Eddie hears a quiet chant of thank you’s. He could laugh at how quickly her mood changed. Like a mood ring in a warm fist he thinks. When she pulls away she remembers her promise of dinner and says “you guys are getting extra fries tonight.”

The excitement that bursts from the two youngest boys has her in wet laughs. She turns to Eddie and swears she has a heart attack when she realizes that he’s there too. When did he get there? Did he see her crying? Oh Christ she’s mortified.

“You can come too, if you want I mean. You don’t have to come if you don’t want-“

The boys excitement dies down quickly. Well, Dustin’s does. Mike still has a grin on his face. Before Dustin can object, Eddie rushes out “I want to come! I’ll come, if you want me to?”

“I want you to come.. if you want to come.”

A loud laugh bubbles out of him, startling her into a nervous laugh. They’re just repeating the same thing over and over. “Yeah, I want to come. But my car-“ he points behind him dramatically, smiling at her “is alllll the way back there. Do you wanna meet there?”

Her words mix and muddle with Dustin’s, as he says “no” and she says “yes” at the same time, but he wasn’t listening to Dustin. He was listening to her.

“Ok! Cool! So I’ll just-“ he makes to walk towards his car.

“We haven’t told you where we are eating yet?”

“Oh-“ he laughs a little, looking away to cover up his bright cheeks, just in case the dark of this cold fall night doesn’t. That’s actually a really good excuse. His face is just really.. really cold right now? Jesus Christ. “What- where are we gonna eat?”

She turns and gives an expectant look to where her brother just was, but he’s.. gone? She spins a full 360 looking for him and quickly realizes that he’s sitting in the dark car with Mike. He just really couldn’t stand to watch them stumble around each other any longer.

She lets out a breath of a laugh, and Eddie can see it in the cold air. “Jesus. he’s- he’s something.”

She walks up to the window and crouches so she can motion for him to roll the window down. When he does he looks severely unimpressed, arms crossed and looking cross himself. “What d’you and Mike want for dinner, Spock?”

He rolls his eyes at her teasing and says “You seem very in the mood for Enzo’s”

“Har har, very funny. What do you want for dinner Mike?”

“The diner on curly?”

“Perfect, thank you.”

She gets up and walks back to Eddie, feeling more prepared. “We’re gonna go to the diner on curly, do you know where that is?”

He nods, “I’ll see you there, pretty”

He didn’t mean to say that. He really didn’t mean to say that. Oh my god. What’s wrong with him? It wasn’t him being smooth, it was him having no filter! I need to buy a filter he thinks.

Meanwhile, her heart soars. He thinks I’m pretty?? She smiles so hard, so quickly, she turns her entire head away to look behind her.

He was hurriedly looking for any emotion he could find on her face, but when he sees her look away to hide that ever growing smile, he feels sweet relief. Suddenly he’s bursting with pride. Maybe he is smooth.

He’s smiling wide when she turns her head back to look at him, and she feels she needs to look away again just to escape his pretty smile.

“Yeah, I’ll see you there, Eddie.” She can’t even say it to his face, his attractiveness is blinding her.

He watches her quickly turn towards her car and climb in, before turning towards his own car himself. The smile never leaves his face.

He really needs to ask that girl out on a proper date.

Who wants a pt 3?

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Chapter 3

AN: Well, this whole writing thing got away from me for a bit, sorry everyone! Thank you to my alpha @thatbanditqueen, who decodes my gibberish, and a big thank you to @vintageshanny, @ellie-24 and @be-my-ally for keeping me sane without even knowing it.

Here are the previous chapters since you'll definitely need to be remind yourself what it's all about!

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

There was a sharp rapping at the door after lunch the next day. Sally had gone back to the room to change into her bikini and robe, deciding to brave the poolside because she was tired of looking like the washed-out spirit of some pioneer girl haunting the hotel.

Thinking it was Laura checking on why she was taking so long, Sally threw open the door as she went to the mirror and adjusted the bikini top beneath her loose peasant blouse.

“Do you think I should untie the straps on this thing? I don’t want to have white lines on my shoulders.”

The tall man standing in the doorway raised his eyebrows behind his sunglasses and flashed a wide smile.

“Uh, I don’t know that I’m qualified to answer that one, Miss,” he replied amiably with a shrug.

Sally whirled round, feeling her mortified blush tingle as it hit her hairline.

“Oh gosh, I thought you were someone else,” she mumbled lamely. “Sorry.”

“Yeah, my name’s Sonny. I work for-“ He pointed a finger up and Sally frowned.

“God?” Utah wasn’t a million miles away but surely they didn’t send missionaries to the Las Vegas casino hotels. That just seemed unfair on both sides.

“What?” He gave a sharp laugh. “No!” He shot her a look like he thought she was either dumb or crazy, maybe a mixture of both. But she wasn’t the one who cased the corridor like a secret agent before murmuring: “Elvis. I work for Elvis.”

“Oh.” She thought that he was maybe waiting for more of a reaction, but after worrying that he was a Mormon missionary, the fact that he was one of Elvis’ guys was a relief.

“Uh, anyway, my boss wanted me to bring you these-“ He whipped out the tickets for that night’s show. “And, uh, this.” He held out a small, dark green velvet case in his other hand. She took both and frowned again at his look of expectation.

“Do you… Oh, I don’t really have any cash on me right now. Hang on a second, I can check-”

“God, no.” He wiped his face with a big meaty hand and yanked off his sunglasses, fixing her with a look that she thought was supposed to be intimidating but just looked exhausted. “Can you open it please? I’m s’posed to let him know how you… acted.”

“No pressure,” she muttered, lifting the lid.

Inside was a gold bracelet interlaced around emeralds circled by little diamonds. It looked like something the Queen of England might wear to a soiree, not a teller from a bank in the middle of nowhere. Not without being accused of embezzlement.

All of that ran through her head as she stared open-mouthed. Finally, she remembered her audience and she glanced back up.

“Can you tell him that I was overjoyed and jumped up and down and was grateful?” she asked, worrying that she hadn’t accrued enough goodwill to get him to lie for her. “I am very grateful, really grateful, but this is… I’ve never even seen anything like this before, let alone touched it.” She tentatively put a finger to the metal; it felt cool against her fingertip.

“Yeah, I’ll tell him.” He slid his sunglasses back on and gave her a small smile and a nod. “I’ll see ya.”

Sally nodded back and closed the door, clutching the tickets and bracelet to her chest. “Well, that was weird.”

At the pool, Laura huddled over the bracelet, pulling Sally’s wrist close to her near-sighted eyes like she was a jeweler, appraising gems.

“You think they’re real?” she asked, tilting Sally’s arm to see the stones caught the sun. Sally looked around at the other people on the sun loungers, feeling slightly too conspicuous thrusting precious stones in the air.

“I don’t know.”

“And you didn’t even have to sleep with him.”

“Keep your voice down!” Sally hissed, snatching her arm away.

“I’m just saying, you’ve got to be careful playing hard to get, you know, Sal, they can get tired of it real suddenly.”

“That’s not what I’m doing. I wouldn’t do that.”

Sally could imagine that he would be able to see through that pretty quickly too. He seemed to do that, to see deeper than people thought he did, or at least it felt like he did when his eyes were on you.

Almost as if she was afraid of being caught, she glanced up at the towering white façade of the hotel. It rose up and disappeared into the shimmering heat of the endless blue sky. Somewhere, right at the very top, which she couldn’t make out from the bottom, he was there. She wondered if he was thinking about her. Maybe he was looking down at the pool… She felt her cheeks heat up and she had to look away just in case.

That evening, she and Laura were standing in line for the dinner show. At the front were the devoted fans who had probably started queuing while they were still at the pool.

“Imagine if they knew you what you got up to last night,” Laura remarked, wiggling her eyebrows. She seemed more excited by the cachet of Sally’s relationship, such as it was, with Elvis, than Sally herself was. “What? It’s okay to enjoy things, Sal, Jesus!”

Sally opened her mouth to reply, but was interrupted by Emilio the maître de who had somehow picked them out of the crowd of heavily made-up glamorously dressed women.

“The Beatles fan… Sally, is it not?” He pecked both her cheeks and then grabbed her fingers, wrapping them around his crooked arm. “We have been told to take extra special care of you.”

Sally glanced back at Laura, who had snatched hold of her other arm, and pulled a face. They giggled as they were escorted past all the baleful looking people in front of them in the queue.

“It’s like being a movie star!” she whispered to Laura.

“Now you’re getting it.”

Sitting in the central booth again, they felt highly visible as the room rapidly filled and staff served dinner. Sally watched the tables beside the stage fill up, the biggest tippers sitting central, women only closest to the stage.

“You know, some people come all the way from Japan and England and Australia just to watch these shows. Not even on vacation, just to see Elvis. The other night, I was talking to some people from South Africa!”

“Well, older folks have more money I guess,” Laura murmured, sipping her champagne.

“It’s not just older people,” she murmured, hearing how defensive she sounded. Laura shrugged, but didn’t reply as the lights started to go down.

The show passed in a blur of lights, sounds and, of course, music. Sally could tell that Elvis was getting more comfortable on the stage with each show, the patter between each song was becoming longer, sometimes surreal, usually funny, and he was cutting up during the songs more, swapping lyrics, usually for something dirty. The audiences seemed to enjoy it, and he certainly seemed to thrive on that.

Joe appeared during the piano intro for ‘Can’t Help Falling in Love.’ This time, he didn’t ask them to come backstage, he just gave them a smirk and gestured for them to go ahead of him.

In the wood panelled outer dressing room, Sally recognised some of the stars in the crowd, there were the actors from the Mod Squad, over there was Glen Campbell, but there was only one face she was looking for. She stayed back as the inner dressing room door opened, there was a glimpse of fleur-de-lis wallpaper, and Elvis came out.

Sally thought he looked anxious as he emerged, but even as her brain was registering it, his face relaxed into his usual charismatic smirk and he scanned the room. She averted her eyes, her stomach fluttering manically, and tried to look casual. She twitched a nervous smile at a stranger across the room and looked around for Laura, finding her beaming up at a tall, tanned older man.

Shaking her head, Sally turned back and almost banged her nose on Elvis’ chest.

“Oh!”

“Snuck up on ya, didn’t I!” He looked pretty pleased with himself even as he grabbed her forearm so that she didn’t stumble back. He pulled on her arm a little harder, tugging her towards him so that he could lean down and give her a lingering kiss on the cheek. She felt a wave of goosebumps ripple up her spine as her hand brushed against his suit jacket and his cologne tickled her nose.

“You did, I almost pulled out my pepper spray.”

“Pepper spray?! Hell, that ain’t no good, honey, that’s just seasoning. We oughta see about getting you a gun.”

“Oh, no thank you,” she replied, pulling a face.

“Not a big one,” he reassured her, like that was the problem. “You know, they make ‘em small enough that you can just put it in your purse.”

She envisioned fishing around for a mint or lipstick and shooting herself instead.

“I think I’m more comfortable with the pepper spray.”

Elvis pulled a face that told her that he wasn’t, but luckily they were interrupted by one of his famous guests, who leant right across her to shake Elvis’ hand and pat him on the shoulder. Sally moved back before she was elbowed. She almost stepped on the foot of a man behind her who was wearing a jacket covered in Elvis pins. It was a comedy of errors as she shuffled and circled and edged out of everyone’s way. She found herself pressed up against a decorative carpet that hung against the wall, overshadowed by a dark wood cabinet. It didn’t feel that different from the showroom, standing at a distance, watching him say his lines and his audience beaming at him. Even off stage he was still always giving a performance.

After about half an hour, the tall man who had delivered her bracelet- Sonny- gave her a pleasant smile and asked her to come with him. She glanced over at where Elvis was explaining something with animated hand gestures to a rapt group of men and women. The group let out a loud collective laugh as Sally grabbed Laura and they followed Sonny from the room.

“Where’s Elvis?” Laura asked as they walked along the bland tiled corridor towards the elevators.

“He’ll be coming along,” Sonny replied, pausing to introduce himself. Laura’s eyes lingered on him a little longer and Sally looked down to hide her knowing smile.

The elevator ride felt like an interrogation as Laura questioned Sonny on himself, on Elvis, on Hollywood, and anything else that caught her attention. Laura’s enthusiasm was unphased by Sonny’s stoicism, even after he mentioned his fiancée. Sally envied her friend’s confidence and self-assurance. Laura was the top saleswoman back home every month because she had a knack of dragging customers into conversations and building rapport with them so that when she mentioned that she was worried that they were not sufficiently covered by insurance, or that they could get that home renovation done now if they just signed up for a little, low-interest home loan, they felt they were being advised by a friend. If anyone had told Sally that one of them would get noticed by Elvis while on vacation, she would have bet all her cash on Laura.

Up in the Imperial suite, Sonny brought the women a drink and settled them in the den like they were his house guests. He seemed to have succumbed to Laura’s charms, sitting beside her on the couch and stretching out his arm behind her. Sally clutched her drink and surveyed the room, pretending to be intensely interested in the chandelier as Laura giggled quietly off to her right.

Finally, the door of the suite burst open and half a dozen guys strode in together. They all seemed to be talking at once, laughing at some in-joke. Elvis appeared amidst the group and the corner of his mouth twitched up as he caught sight of her. He made a beeline for her as his entourage peeled off and headed in different directions. Joe handed him a bottle of water, still talking to him, but it didn’t slow Elvis’ stride as he came and stood in front of her.

Without a word, he took the drink from her and placed it on the side table, then grabbed hold of her hand and pulled her to her feet.

“C’mon, honey, let’s go hide.”

Sally bit down on her lips to stop herself grinning like a cartoon as he tugged her along behind him. He took big strides so she had to half jog in her heels to keep up and she kept her eyes on the floor to make sure she didn’t trip on the thick carpet or any hidden steps.

In the bedroom, he slowed down as he purposefully closed the door, leaning on it for a moment before he turned round and smiled at her. She shivered involuntarily at the light twinkling in his eyes.

“Hi.”

“Hello,” she giggled and he bit his lip as he moved toward her, his eyes taking her in with an almost predatory hunger. His lips pressed softly against hers even as she felt him gathering her up, his hand around the back of her head, the other on the small of her back, sliding up as he pressed her into him.

Sally almost sagged in his arms as the anticipation and tension she had felt since leaving him passed liked waves from her body. She didn’t realise he was moving the both of them backwards until the side of the bed hit her calves and she made a squeaking noise against his mouth as she wobbled. Elvis’ grip of her tightened even as her arms tensed around his athletic frame, trying to keep herself upright.

Elvis pulled back from the waist up, his eyes opening slowly, thick black lashes flickering against his cheeks, as if he didn’t want to quite let go of the kiss. It only made her want to launch herself back at him, but she suspected he knew that.

“Man, I been thinking about this ever since I saw you in that dress,” he murmured, his hand dragging around her waist from her back and his long fingers tickling underneath the short hem.

Sally had already worn all of her good outfits to his shows, so she had borrowed a green mini dress from Laura and had spent most of the evening tugging it down.

“You wear this for me, honey?” His warm breath tickled her neck as he leant in to pepper her jaw and throat with soft butterfly kisses. “You ain’t trying to get me in trouble now, are you.”

At the same time, her thighs tingled with goosebumps at the feel of his callused fingers trailing up to the edge of her underwear beneath her skirt.

Part of her was protesting that this was too fast, that he was too much of everything: too experienced, too rich, too famous, too handsome, too Elvis for her. She was so far out of her depth that drowning was inevitable. The problem was that he made drowning look both exciting and pleasurable.

“I wore it because it matched my new bracelet,” she said, slipping her fingers through the opening of his jacket, warmed by his skin and the feel of the coarse chest hair against her fingertips. She could feel the thudding of his heart reverberating through his rib cage and sternum.

His chin dimpled as he peered down, grabbing her hand and pulling her wrist up for examination. She gazed at his face as he inspected her wrist, his left eyebrow twitching with self-satisfaction. She loved the creases at the corners of his mouth, how they made his full lips look sullen even as she knew he was suppressing a smile. It felt like a secret between them.

“You like it, baby?”

Sally shot him a look of disbelief. “Of course, it’s beautiful, Elvis, so beautiful, but you shouldn’t have. It looks expensive.”

“That don’t matter,” he murmured, frowning. “It looks pretty on your little wrist here.” He dipped forward and pressed his lips to the bony part of her wrist. Sally’s whole arm twitched at the heat and velvety softness of his mouth and her stomach fluttered as his pout continued its path round to her pulse point. His hair brushed against her jaw and throat as he leant over pressing kisses up the delicate skin on the inside of her forearm.

“I -uh..” She dropped down onto the bed, even as she was thinking that she was starting to feel a little lightheaded from holding her breath.

He looked like he was holding back a laugh as he asked, ‘You okay, honey?”

“I meant to do that.” She frowned, daring him to contradict her.

“Uh huh.” He nudged her legs open with his knee so that he could step closer and she could feel her skirt sliding to the top of her thighs as he drew in, his thumbs on her jaw tipping her head back so that he could kiss her as he slowly and gently lowered her back onto the bed, his tongue teasing its way into her mouth.

“Well,” he said, pressing his knee into the mattress right at the apex of her thighs, the pressure of him answering the ache beginning to throb there, “I might not get around to the next show, but-” He lifted a mischievous eyebrow. “It’ll be worth it.”

It took every drop of restraint in Sally’s being not to grind down on his thigh, but her self-discipline was almost immediately undermined by Elvis pressing down on her, and she let out a sigh mixed with a moan, catching a glimpse of his smirk before he kissed her again. Yet again, he was performing exactly the show he knew his audience enjoyed.

Trying to find some sense of balance, she let her hands glide down from his shoulder blades, feeling the mechanics of his lean muscles working beneath his suit jacket, and cupped his perfectly round ass. She felt him pause for a second, before he tried to cover his surprise by moving with even more authority, rolling his hips and driving a moan from her that had her turning her face into his neck and hiding in embarrassment. He didn’t seem to realise this was what she was doing as he shuddered and showered kisses on her throat and shoulder, pulling back her neckline as far as it could go so he could taste her pink, sun-kissed skin.

Sally felt his teeth clamp down lightly on the muscle in her shoulder before he drew back, depriving her of his spicy warmth, so that he could shrug off his suit jacket. As usual, he wasn’t wearing anything underneath and she couldn’t stop herself reaching out to touch his skin, running her fingertips up his sides and making him twitch and hiccup a laugh before he grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head. Her bracelet bit into her skin from the pressure, but she didn’t fight it or protest.

“This okay?” he asked softly, his face looking suddenly very boyish and vulnerable. It was unexpected and helped ease some of her nerves as she gazed up at him and nodded. Her lips were swollen and tingly, seemingly a side effect of being in close proximity to him, and she bit down on her bottom lip, trying to stop herself from panting too needily. He groaned, mumbling about how she was going to be the end of him, and sank back down into kissing and rubbing and pressing against her as she shivered and writhed and pressed right back.

Sally’s skirt was now somewhere around her waist and her restraint was buried somewhere in the sand outside of Las Vegas along with everything else that people from this city found themselves forsaking. She hooked her fingers into the tight waistband of his pants and tugged impatiently even as her tongue was sliding against his.

“Hey, whoa whoa, easy, baby,” he mumbled into her mouth. “We got plenty of time. I got you to myself all night, right?” She nodded dumbly. “That’s right, we made a deal.”

Despite his words, he walked his fingers up her thigh and her breath stuttered in her throat as he slipped his thumb into the warmest, wettest part of her. His eyes crinkled slightly and his mouth fell slightly open as he studied her face, which she was desperately trying not to screw up into unflattering expressions as he circled and dragged the pad of his thumb over her slippery skin, flooding her with sensation, before slowing and ebbing back, letting her breathe and float for moment. He seemed to take her efforts to be quiet and composed as a personal challenge, shifting his hips to get more comfortable and pressing himself against her thigh, before pulling out his thumb from the leg of her underwear and insert his whole hand into the front.

“S’okay,” he whispered, panting softly, as he played her like an instrument with his delicate fingers and she bit down on a whine. She could see where his mascara was beginning to smudge below his eyes as they both lost their cool both figuratively and literally.

Sally felt sweat trickle from her hairline down behind her neck and she shifted slightly. Elvis glanced up from where he was watching the movement of his hand and his heavy-lidded eyes seemed to assess her. In one smooth movement, he rolled onto his back, his hand still working in her underwear, and reached over to grab a pillow from the top of the bed.

The next thing she knew she was being thwacked lightly in the face with it.

“No, wait, that ain’t right,” he remarked dryly, picking it up again and smirking at her disgruntled expression beneath. “Lift your head, honey.” She clasped her hair in one hand and raised her head so that he could tug the pillow into place with his free hand, grunting slightly as he tried to keep himself up at the same time.

As soon as he was satisfied she was comfortable, he leant back over to kiss the air from her, increasing the pressure of his fingers as they began to sink into her while his thumb strummed at the bundle of nerves, making her twitch and writhe.

“Oh God,” Sally breathed, clasping at his neck and the damp tendrils of his hair. She couldn’t decide where to touch him, still not able to believe that she could. Her hands moved from his neck to his shoulders to his back, brushing his narrow waist, kneading his perfect ass and squeezing his thighs.

As the knot tightened in her belly, her muscles tensed and she began to moan freely, losing her inhibitions, she palmed at the firm bulge in his pants. He growled softly, pressing his face to her chest and resting his warm, sweaty cheek against her decolletage, scratching her with his sideburn. It felt like he was everywhere, leaving nowhere for her to retreat and hide, making it impossible to stay calm and demure, giving her no way to hold it together.

His fingers prodded deeper, causing the swell of the waves of pleasure in her gut to break and ripple through her body. She whimpered into his damp hair as stimulation so intense that it was almost painful rolled over her, making her thighs clench and her toes curl. The aftershocks made her twitch and he huffed a laugh into her temple, giving her pussy a scritch like it was actually his pet.

Sally shot him a disapproving look, a little embarrassed at how completely he had taken her apart with just his hand. He raised his eyebrows and shrugged as if he wasn’t responsible for what he did.

While she slowed her breathing and felt the unwelcome return of her inhibitions, Elvis hovered over her, straightening her underwear and diligently pulling down her skirt. He moved up, adjusting her neckline and pulling the shoulder of her dress back into place. Sally hoped they hadn’t stretched it, because she knew Laura would make her pay for another and she suspected it wasn’t from a catalogue like Sally’s own dresses.

“All better,” he pronounced in a soft, babyish voice, looking down at her body. When his eyes returned to her face however, he snorted softly. “Up here’s a different story though, baby, up here you’s a mess!”

“Noooo!” she protested, her hands going up to her hair, feeling the damp frizz and knots as he gave a cartoonish cackle and nodded. She pouted and reached up, vigorously ruffling his hair and pushing it in his face. “There, now we match!”

There was a pause and her stomach dropped as she thought that maybe she had crossed a line, but then he laughed and shook his head, swiping his black hair out of his eyes before he swiftly straddled her and obliterated any hope she had that her hairdo was salvageable. She wrinkled her nose and blew a lock of hair off her face.

“You made me do that!” he informed her. “I didn’t have no choice.” He did one of his patented sullen smirks as he picked up a long lock of her hair and laid it across her forehead like a monobrow. His laughter vibrated through her and his thighs tightly clamped her hips as she batted at her face and knocked her hair away.

“You are a public menace,” she informed him.

“You ain’t the first person to say that,” he nodded. “First person with a bird’s nest on their head to say it though maybe…”

In spite of his playful tone and the calming endorphins flooding her body, she was starting to feel self-conscious and she tried to roll over and escape his grip.

“Okay, let me up.”

“Honey, I’m just teasing. It ain’t that bad.” The expression on his face contradicted his words. She shoved at his thighs, trying to push herself free, and quickly discovered when her hand slid up that she might have been a mess, but she was apparently an exciting mess.

It was another twenty minutes of rolling around on the bed before she made it to the bathroom to examine the damage to her hair. It was as bad as she had feared, and she rooted around in the drawers and cabinets looking for a brush or comb to attempt triage. During her search, she found three pistols, some amber bottles of medication with a range of names printed on them, and a photo of a cute blond-haired baby, before she finally found what she was looking for.

Two hours of curlers and teasing and half a can of hairspray wasted, she vigorously brushed her abused hair into long brown curtains on either side of her face and wet some tissue to wipe away her smudged and smeared eye make-up.

When she emerged from the bathroom, Elvis was laying on the bed and he did a double take as she came out.

“What?” she asked, pausing nervously.

“Nothing… Nothing, honey.” He smiled, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “You just look different with your hair all down like that.”

“I didn’t have much choice now, did I?”

“No, I guess not.” He rolled off the bed and somehow made it onto his feet before he hit the floor, striding over to clasp her head in his hands and kiss her almost chastely. “It looked so pretty before though, honey.”

“Thank you?”

He shook his head sharply. “I mean, you’re still pretty. I don’t even know what I’m saying, man. Sorry, baby.” He kissed her again, this time with more force. “Every time I get up on that stage I think I must shake something loose up there, losing my damn mind. You’re pretty, you’re beautiful, honey.”

Before either of them could speak again, there was a gentle tap on the door.

“E, it’s time.” The guy’s voice was no louder than speaking volume and clearly audible through the door. Sally was horrified, thinking about what they might have heard on the other side of that door. Elvis didn’t seem bothered though, just annoyed that their time together had to end, but then he was probably used to all of this.

“I gotta go to work, honey. Sold my soul to Kirk Kevorkian for a hundred thousand a week and I’m starting to think I’m the one that got snowed.” One side of his mouth twitched up into a half smile as he rose, but she didn’t quite understand what his expression was trying to convey. And in in an instant, it was gone.

“You coming to the show?” he asked with a bashful smile.

“If that’s okay with you?”

At this, he cupped her face in his large hands and kissed her, nipping her bottom lip between his teeth before pressing his forehead against hers.

“You ain’t real,” he told her, to her confusion. “There ain’t no way you’re real.”

“Funny,” she replied, “I think the same about you.”

As he walked her to the main door of the suite like they were on a surreal date, he told her not to bother coming down to the stage for a kiss at the midnight show.

“Oh,” she murmured, a little deflated. “I did exceed my allocation after all then?” He gave her an amused little frown.

“The way you talk, honey! Naw, I just got something else in mind. Don’t go messing with my plans, now, okay?” He gave her a peck, motioning to someone behind her. Laura reappeared, straightening her dress slightly and looking sheepish. Sally looked from her to Sonny wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

The midnight show, her fifth now in three days, confirmed that the tummy flip when Elvis appeared on stage was a permanent thing. Meeting him, talking to him, hadn’t lessened her wonder and awe at his talent and energy. If anything, seeing him up close in the flesh and learning more about him only made that huge presence he projected seem that much more impressive.

“Does it bother you?” Laura asked curiously, pouring herself a glass of champagne from the magnum resting in an ice bucket. They hadn’t ordered it, it had just been presented to them with the assurance that there was no charge.

“What?” Sally asked. Laura nodded towards the stage where Elvis was crouched down in front of a couple of women who were giving him a gift. He gave them both deep, effusive kisses, going back for seconds from one of them.

“Why would it bother me?” she laughed. “if he didn’t do it, I wouldn’t have got to kiss him.”

“Exactly,” Laura said cryptically, raising her eyebrows. Sally rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to the show.

Elvis didn’t introduce Love Me Tender until later in the set, leaving Sally wondering what he was talking about when he said he had a plan. When he finally started the introduction, she suddenly became vigilant, like she was waiting for an ambush.

At first, nothing seemed much different, Elvis sang a little, kissed a lot and the band persevered, playing verse after verse. Then, after walking to the wings, he just… didn’t stop. She watched his dark head drop down into the crowd and pandemonium broke out. People- women- were charging down from the back of the showroom, the audience were laughing and whooping as girls called Elvis’ name and begged to be able to touch him.

“God, they’re going to eat him alive!” Laura laughed, as they both craned their necks to follow the knot of people moving through the crowd.

Sally watched as people tried to climb over tables just to reach out and touch his arm as he passed by. He was being jostled by the press of his own bodyguards and then the fans begging for kisses. Her eyes widened as she realised the procession and growing mob were heading toward their booth; blue uniformed security guards were already appearing behind her, ready to marshal him through safely.

A beautiful blond managed to step into Elvis’ path as he almost reached the back of their booth. Sally and Laura had turned in their seats and were kneeling up on the red velvet cushions, watching the circus. He clasped the blonde’s face, just as he had done Sally’s only an hour earlier, and kissed her on the lips. Sally wondered if maybe she should be feeling jealous, but the truth was that she really just felt empathy with the woman, understanding how exciting and delicious it was to be kissed by him.

Despite the pressing and the chaos, he managed to pause at their booth, his tanned hand replete in gold rings gripping the white scrollwork to fight the momentum pushing him on. He gave her a lopsided grin as he leant in.

“How’d you like my plan? Seemed a good idea at the time.” He almost stumbled as he was jostled from behind.

“Not bad for a public menace,” she grinned, wrapping her fingers around his sweaty neck and almost sighing against his soft lips. A security guard stepped closer as if she was an overexcited fan that he was going to have to drag away, but she drew away before he could reach out and grab her.

“See ya later!” Elvis called over his shoulder, taken by the current. As he was swept on, she only heard the word ‘deal’ float back through the screams and whooping and laughter.

Turning round and smiling at Laura, Sally licked her lips and savoured the salt there. 

Tag list:

@itsnotthatserious03 @everythingelvispresley @bigromansgirl-blog, @sillybookmarks, @returntopresley

As always, shout out to the Elvis harem: @thatbanditqueen, @be-my-ally, @vintageshanny, @ellie-24, @from-memphis-with-love, @missmaywemeetagain, @peskybedtime

[bittsandpieces]

It's actually so incredibly sweet seeing you talk about your rock-love. You are a consistent ray of sunshine in this place, never stop being who you are 💖✌️

Aww thank you so much!!! As a gift I will tell you about one of my rocks

This is grape agate, which both not grapes AND not agate!! Grape agate is the common name for purple botryoidal chalcedony 🥰

Most of it is found in Indonesia, but there's also been small deposits found in Utah, of all places! This piece is from Indonesia. I spent a LONG time searching for a piece that was in my price range and had the vibrant purple color I wanted, since a lot of the cheaper pieces lean very muted purple or blue-ish.

Grape agate forms when andesite lava flows into seawater, leaving air pockets in the andesite as it cools! Water seeps into those pockets over time, picking up minerals and then coalescing into botryiodal (that's the technical term for the sphere formations) chalcedony deposits, aka grape agate! The color in grape agate comes from clay mineral impurities (mostly manganese!)

[keis-slut]

Sex In The Pizzaplex

fnaf

chapter o. - Utah

Reader POV

As I carry the last box through the front door,

I feel a cramp in my lower back, now giving out as it aches to my hips.

"fuck, son of a bitch-!" I yell, tripping over my own foot, dropping the box to catch myself before i'd fall.

"jesus christ-" I sigh.

Thankful it wasn't the fragile box, I scoff as I try to pick it up again, feeling the pain in my back radiate once more. I sigh in frustration, kicking the box, pushing it with my foot to where I meant to put it.

"i'll get the rest tomorrow. I don't need pots and pans right now" I mumble to myself, turning and walking around the island in my kitchen to the counter my phone was placed on. My black phone lit up my lockscreen on top of the white marble countertop, and I unlock it as I pick it up in my hand.

Deciding on wanting some pizza for tonight, I open my maps app and search for the closest restaurant.

I had no idea what Hurricane was like, or what was around, not knowing much about Utah in general anyway. All I know is I chose this place to get far away from anything and everything else.

As well as budget, the cool name, "Hurricane", and being closer to Vegas...but that's besides the point.

I do what I want now.

I don't want to be associated with them no more.

Staring at my screen, I scoff as the first, and pretty much only, location for pizza close enough pops up on my phone.

"I guess pizza can't get anymore mega pizzaplex than this place" I comment, examining the screen.

Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex.

4.5 ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆.

restaurant,entertainment - open, closes at 11pm.

call ✆ | directions ➤ | share ᥫ | website ↻ |

Clicking on the directions, it said to be no more than 20 minutes away, but it closes at 11. Frantically looking at the clock, I run over to my shoes and put them on as fast as I could.

"I should leave now if I want some pizza. of course they don't deliver though" I complain, slipping my second shoe on. I stand up and grab my sweatshirt from on top of the island, feeling for my keys in the pocket. Once I find them, I step towards the door and open it, stepping out and slipping my phone in my other pocket as I shut the door behind me, turning the knob to make sure it had locked as well.

Jogging over to my car, I hop in and start the engine, radio unexpectedly blasting causing me to jump.

"fucking christ!" I react, bringing my hand up to turn it down. I must've forgotten to turn it off.

I sigh heavily and bring my hand to my face, rubbing my eyes and down my cheeks.

"it's been a long day..."

I reverse out of my new driveway, the low tune on the radio shifting into focus as I drive off.

I didn't care much for what was on the radio. I had me and my trusty playlists of music. There was a mix of everything, anything that sounded good to me, I kept it. Whatever was trending would never really click for me. Those songs were made for everyone to like, and i'm not everyone.

You know what I mean?

And when you find the artists that are really passionate about what they make, that's when the music is good.

Drowning in the sound of my music (I had to change the radio), and of course following the GPS directions to the location, I finally arrived at the Pizzaplex.

Putting my signal on, I turn into the practically dead parking lot, and give a good look at this place. It was very big. Almost like a mall.

A few cars were still parked at the front of the building. A blue minivan and what looked to be a white Acura, an older model.

Pulling in to park just a few spots away, I notice a girl, just about my age, sitting in the drivers seat of the white car.

She was in a button up white shirt and had some kind of badge on the left of it. Assuming she worked here, I wanted to ask how to get around this place. it looked confusing, so it wouldn't hurt to ask.

I look over at her again as I shut my car off, and notice she's looking over at me too. I felt my stomach turn out of embarrassment, and I look away. Even though my windows were slightly tinted and it's more than likely she didn't see me staring at her, my cheeks still grew warm.

As I fix my hair and get out of my car, I hear a car door slam and footsteps heading towards me.  I shut my door and turn around, placing the keys in my sweater pocket. I face her as she steps closer, hair falling off her shoulders.

"havent seen you around here before" She spoke, her bold green eyes scanning my frame as she stopped next to my car, hands placed on her hips.

Her voice was like butter, so smooth and pretty, yet still a hint of superiority leaked from it as well.

It came off very attractive, nonetheless, and so was she, finally getting a good look at her.

As she stood before me, she pulled a hairband from her wrist, bringing her hands to pull her long, straight, blonde hair back into a ponytail.

"yeah, I just moved here, actually, so that would make sense" I respond lightly, placing my hands in my pockets.

"I see. well then, welcome" She smiles kindly, the lamppost above us definitely doing justice to her glossy plumped lips and the freckles that scattered her cheeks.

"thank you, I appreciate it" I laugh, and she does too as she finishes styling her hair.

She was very pretty.

"you do know the Pizzaplex closes in like fifteen minutes though, right?" She mentions, shifting her weight on her feet.

"does that include the kitchen as well?" I ask, stepping closer to her, hoping that she says it's still open.

"yeah. the kitchen closes at the same time as anything else. but I assume you don't know your way around this place, do you?" She responds, crossing her arms and sending me an almost condescending smirk.

"I don't. are you offering to be my escort?" I retort, walking around her and my car, and she follows.

"maybe. where you headed?" She asks, walking with me on the path to what I assumed was the entrance.

"just here to get some pizza is all. long day of driving, i'd like to treat myself" I admit, and she hums in acknowledgment.

"well, the pizza here never fails, i'll tell you that" She says, walking in front of me, and I follow her.

She opens the door for me and I stride right behind her, only to be almost halted completely in my tracks at the sight of this place.

it looked even bigger on the inside. So many different corridors and rooms, offices, stairs, lights and decorations. It was amazing and extremely welcoming, maybe even a little overwhelming, but nonetheless beautiful. It also smelled like whoever cleaned this place used a bit too much lavender Pine-Sol, but it being such a nostalgic scent, I didn't mind.

After picking my mouth up off the floor, I continue to follow as she leads me towards the stairs, and into an elevator up to the third floor.

"upstairs in Mazercise is where they serve pizza" She mentions, elevator dinging at our stop.

"Mazercise? that's a funny name. sounds like exercise, yet they're serving pizza" I laugh to myself, and she hums.

"yeah, doesn't make too much sense. it's where you can 'work off the calories while you eat'" She quotes with a laugh, leading me over to the entrance.

"sounds like my kinda place" I say with a smile, pulling open the door for her. We walk in and i'm suddenly greeted by a robot taking orders.

Odd, but I like it.

"hey, so, if I get a whole pie I won't be able to finish it myself. would you maybe want to come back to my place or something?" I ask, and she faces me in surprise. My heart beats against my chest as she stares at me for a few long uncomfortable seconds, until she smirks.

"what if you're a serial killer?" She teases and I roll my eyes.

"your loss" I laugh, ordering my food.

She sighs and looks at me.

"I would, really. you seem cool, but I have work tonight" She says, and my eyes instantly dart to the badge I didn't bother to read when I first saw her, even though I noticed it. I was too caught up in how attractive she was, I completely missed processing that she was in a uniform.

"I work as security here. I have the night shift " She adds, and I nod.

"oh, I see, okay. surprising though, they seem to have enough robots" I say with a laugh, and she laughs with me.

"tell me about it. but, I needed a job, and they were hiring. good money, anyway" She says shrugging.

I think curiously for a moment as she says this.

"do you think they're still hiring? do they need more people?" I ask, placing my hands on my hips.

She looks up and thinks for a moment.

"I need a job here sooner or later" I add.

One of the staff bots comes over to us, a box of pizza in hand. It hands me the box before pivoting, and rolling away.

I guess they remember faces instead of taking names. Very advanced.

I sigh and face her again, not wanting to be rude with my mind wandering elsewhere.

"I could find out for you. tell them I met a friend who's looking for a job" She smiles, starting to walk past me and out of Mazercise.

"oh, thank you so much!" I say, following her as she holds the door for me.

"doing you a favor, you owe me" She jokes, stopping for a moment.

"maybe when you aren't working, i'll treat you to pizza another time" I say with a laugh, and she sighs, thinking.

"eh, i'd rather a drink" She laughs, and I shrug in agreement.

"or that too, of course, yes" I say.

"are you asking me out?" She teases, placing her hands on her hips and leaning towards me.

My cheeks grow warm as I grin right back.

"are you saying no?" I retort, and she hums.

Standing up straight, she places out her hand and gestures for me to give her something. She eyeballs my hand, so I place it in hers. Pulling out a pen from her back pocket, she starts writing a number on my hand.

"text me when you're back home. that way, I have your number too. and i'll let you know about that job" She stops writing, and puts the pen away, feeling her squeeze my hand slightly before letting go.

I smile at her and nod.

"I will" I say, placing my hand on the pizza box.

"well, I start work very soon and you should not be in the building right now. security is gonna come and kick you out" She jokes, winking at me as I roll my eyes and turn to leave.

"I'm leaving, i'm leaving" I say, before turning and starting to walk away towards the elevator.

"oh!" I say, turning back around quickly to see her still standing there, thankfully.

"I never got your name" I say, and she smirks at me.

"that's because I didn't give it to you" She jokes, and I scoff, shifting my weight on my legs as I wait for a response.

She chuckles, "Vanessa"

"i'm y/n. it was nice to meet you, Vanessa. thank you again" I say, turning to head back to the elevator.

I press the button as the doors quickly open, and I step inside. Grateful and excited I had made my first friend, and an attractive one at that, I couldn't get my mind off her.

But, I must've been too distracted, as the doors open to an unfamiliar place. I step out and look around, hoping maybe i'd recognize it a bit.

But, I didn't.

I kept walking forward, towards an entrance that was closed off, but the door had lifted to let me through anyway.

This new room played an upbeat, catchy tune over the speakers, and there were giant rooms to my left all in a row, each with led light up mascot faces above them, their names corresponding. I raise an eyebrow and walk forward, curious as to where I was. It was almost like a museum type of place, with display cases holding objects, and statues of the mascots, each one placed in front of their respective rooms. Walking forward, the first statue in front of me was what appeared to be an animatronic bear, singing into a microphone.

This bear, his name. It was so familiar.

I place down the box of pizza I was still holding, and walk backwards to get a good look at him.

Freddy Fazbear.

Finally, it had clicked. The name.

My family use to talk about it all the time, how they knew of who initially created the establishments.

Up until now there have been many, and i've never been to any, but I'm not unfamiliar.

Surprised it had taken so long to put the pieces together.

Was I that hungry?

Suddenly, I hear loud crashing and banging coming from the other side of the room, startling me.

I leave my pizza where it is and decide to check it out. I dart down the room to where the noise was coming from, it was so loud I couldn't miss it, but on the glass read warnings.

"OFF LIMITS"

I raise an eyebrow and look up, catching what room this was associated with.

Montgomery Gator.

This name didn't ring a bell, but looking next to this room was Glamrock Chica. And Chicas name I recognized.

But what was making so much noise in this room?

Were the mascots in these rooms?

Looking over at Chicas hot pink room, I tuned into new noises. These noises more pleasant than the ruckus in the Gators room. It was guitar, electric guitar. Someone was playing. Or something.

I curiously walk over to look, noticing these curtains were open, so I could look in this room.

I peek in and I see Chica, utterly shredding guitar.

I smile wide in surprise, and quickly move away from the glass, not wanting her to see me right now. If she even could, or if playing the guitar was just coded in for after hours. I decide to walk back down the row, heading to the other room next to the Gators.

Roxanne Wolf.

I sneak over to the glass, and peek in slowly, seeing another animatronic staring into her vanity, brushing at her hair.

All of these animatronics were doing something different, but could it all be coded in as default modes for after closing?

It could be that, right? That's what would make sense.

They don't know i'm here and they can't be aware of that.

To be safe anyway, I duck and run past Roxanne's room, hoping for the best. I ran by before, and I could do it again.

I was relieved I got past her room quick enough, and in such great triumph, that I hadn't noticed I was standing right in plain sight behind the glass of Freddy's room, locking eyes with the tall animatronic.

My stomach dropped to my feet as I swallowed the lump in my throat, growing nervous.

But he tilted his head to the side, sending me a friendly wave.

I breathe out, not realizing I had been holding my breath, terrified.

I felt as if I shouldn't be afraid, and his stride closer to the glass should've frightened me,

but it didnt.

His demeanor made me feel safe, oddly enough, and I felt a tug on the corner on my mouth as I smile up at the large animatronic.

Our moment was disrupted by a loud clattering sound, familiar to the sound of the door that had lifted letting me in. I turn to look, and I see a familiar face, partnered with those piercing green eyes.

"y/n!" Vanessa echoes, walking towards me.

"oh, Vanessa! i'm glad to see you. how'd you know i'd be here?" I ask her as she approached me.

"I never got a text from you, and on duty I noticed your car was still here. After a while, I came looking" She said, crossing her arms.

"i'm sorry, I got lost" I laugh.

"trying to get me in trouble the first day we meet, huh, I see how it is" She jokes, grabbing my hand and leading me out of the room.

"wait, my pizza is on the floor" I say, pulling away from her grip gently and turning around to pick up my box.

"oh, come on, it's probably cold by now. heat up a hot pocket or something when you get home" She says as I bend down and grab the box. As I stand back up, I look forwards and make eye contact with Freddy once more. I could genuinely feel him acknowledging my presence, knowing there had to be so much more to these animatronics than just wires and coding.

"excuse me, miss, you're gonna get me in trouble" She says in a funny voice, but with a hint of actually hurrying me to leave. I laugh at her humor, and turn to leave.

She leads me to the front of the building, and we now say goodbye for the second time. I open the door and start walking out.

"so, what do you think of them?" She asks before I close the door behind me, and I know exactly what she's talking about.

I turn to face her and smile, before responding,

"I like them. a lot"

then waving goodbye.

[finisnihil]

Hey babes since Boothill got his splash art and we’re talking about cowboys and such please keep in mind that while there is interest in cowboy culture within the American South it is not the origin of it. Cowboys and rodeo culture mostly developed in the American West in states like Colorado, Utah, Wyoming, etc.

Both regions are big on farming and mostly rural BUT the difference is that the South is bigger in crops and the growing aspect while ranching is bigger in the West. The South has more fertile soil and whatnot as well as geography like swamps and mountain. Not a lot of good space for a ranch. The West on the other hand has plains with less compatible conditions for crop based farming so ranching works better there. Cowboys are ultimately a Western thing. It’s why they mostly show up in the genre of “Wild West”, because they’re from the WEST.

Do not be fooled by cowboys being depicted with southern accents. Sure a lot of people who migrated West came from the South and it moved with them that way but also there’s just in general a stigma around the South that stems from the idea that if you live somewhere rural, work in agriculture, or are even poor it means you’re associated with the South as those are things those who aren’t from the South like to think. I’m Southern, I know a bunch of Southern people who have to repress their accents in professional settings to be taken seriously or are ostracized in places like their work due to being seen as “just some dumb, rural hillbilly”. It stems from things like classicism.

A majority of cowboys were also not white. A lot of them were black, Latino, Indigenous, etc. A good amount where also queer.

My whole family is Southern and I’m also Southern but I also grew up in the West for a good chunk of my childhood. Cowboy history is very cool and interesting and just because cowboy boots and cowboy hats are popular in the South doesn’t mean they hail from there!

Anyways have a lovely day, mwah!

Major Edit: Hey guys I goofed and I got some stuff wrong! Sorry about that! Please go and read the reblog by @t4tstarrailing as well as their other posts talking about the topic. My blog is a place to learn and grow and nobody is exempt from mistake and since I’m obviously not as knowledgeable about this area of history as I initially believed use this initial post as a reference of misconceptions and then refer to the reblog where I’m corrected. Thanks for the learning opportunity, I’m happy to learn more about cowboy culture and I’m glad you caught this post early so more misinformation on the matter wasn’t spread too much

[keeppsakke]

What's any big or small celesgiri hc you have?

HHIHI soooo I’m gonna use this ask as an excuse to just ramble about my girlies thank ya thank ya

Okay so not really a celesgiri specific hc (kinda) but like a feel like people seem the forget that Celestia is in fact a loser in a really shitty disguise. Her whole thing is that she’s go a very self absorbed goth girl image to hide the fact that she’s just some nerd, she’s actually quite pathetic. In my head the reason Celestia doesn’t like being around other people isn’t because she’s super cool and nonchalant, but because she is just so scared. She’s the type of person to try and skip school during presentation weeks because talking to people makes her incredibly nervous. Celestia is definitely the type of girl to see other really cool girls in the hallway or the bathroom and be like ‘oh my god they look so nice god I hope they don’t even know I exist.’ She would probably see Kyoko and her friends and it’s like infatuation at first sight. She’s obsessed with her but I think the first time Kyoko would acknowledge her existence she’d SWEAT but ya know since she has an image she’s gotta keep up she hides it. Anywayssss her and Kyoko have this relationship for a while where Celestia is so gay for her and Kyoko cannot read people for the life of her so she’s like ‘oh it’s Celestia Ludenberg she’s so professional’ meanwhile Celestia is like heart eyes whenever she sees her.

I’ve been drawing Kyoko taller than the other girls since I can even remember she has incredible tall girl vibes IN THE SAME WAY that Celestia is definitely just barely 5’3 it’s just the vibes. Celestia has short woman anger that’s the only way I can describe it. Celestia has definitely fought some guy over a gamble in a dark ally in a way that only short girls can. She’s closer to hell which is why Kyoko is just a little bit more peaceful. Kyoko is definitely a ‘talk it out’ kinda person and Celestia is 100% the ‘what’d you just say to her?? No no say it again’ girl but like a little more eloquent and threatening

THIS IS AN UNTAPPED CELESGIRI MARKET YALL okay Celestia is a criminal, she’s a gambler, she’s a tiny goth girl and she’s definitely not welcome in Arizona, Utah, and certain parts of Europe, and she is MADLY IN LOVE with the greatest detective in Japan THIS IS COMEDY GOLD. Even after they get together and Celestia does the ‘I promise I won’t cause any trouble hehehe’ thing, it’s still ‘till death to us part’ it doesn’t say anything about the cops. So every once and a while Kyoko will be on break, get a rushed phone call’, a coworker will ask ‘New case??’ and she gets to be like ‘No my wife got arrested at a Whataburger, I’ll be right back’ and it’s a completely normal Tuesday. Celestia would also 100% be the family member that takes the kids to go pick up her prison friends once they get out. At this point everyone would probably think that Kyoko is getting really sick of this, but honestly it’s so normal to her. Like yeah Celestia is gonna get a bitchn as soon as she gets into the car but that might be it. It’s just the dynamic, Celestia has a tendency to mess with the law and Kyoko has the money to bail her out, and then they kiss mwah mwah.

[connectionterminated13]

Do you think any of the sb era characters who ever show up in the fallout au? Like Vanessa, Gregory, and Cassie? I feel like GR Freddy as some sort of mech suit Gregory walks around in would be sorta cool

Oh do I!! Settle in because this is going to be a very very long one

(New Jerusalem and the mormons of Vault 70 are a thing in fallout lore and like the only thing confirmed to be in Utah. Because of that amusing it for my AU lore. Though by the time of Jeremy All of the vault 70 mormons are basically dead or scattered and New jerusalem is in ruins. And yes I know it's from a canceled game and not technically cannon but it's all I've got on Utah okay???)

Vanessa was the illegitimate child of raiders who after their group disbanded abandoned her As a young adult. She spent a couple years in the wasteland until wandering upon the remnants of The Freddy fazbears Pizza Emporium. You see a couple of the less fanatic mormons from vault 70 Stole one of the geck's from the settlement of New Jerusalem as it was collapsing due to infighting. Over the years thanks to the geck Freddy fasbury's was A Great and thriving settlement! Vanessa was able to get a job working as security for some of the higher-ups in the settlement. After a while though She's offered 300 cap to go investigate a abandoned vault... Williams vault... When she gets there she finds the place still stalked with like lots of food, Medical supplies and science junk. She also finds Williams burned dead body, But most importantly next to that body she finds a completely intact computer Of course intrigue she immediately turns the thing on. Then out of nowhere a mask gets shoved on her face. You see this thing was Williams first plan To survive radiation before thinking of putting himself in a suit He had Uploaded a copy of his brain onto the machine which Vanessa had just turned on. Specifically His mind was in the mask that was now attached to Vanessa's face. Of course upon realizing he now inhabited a human body William immediately started freaking out fearing the radiation would consume him, Once he calmed it down he realized something:

Old flesh and blood William had failed, So now it was his duty to shove everyone in the waistland into Suits and Also control those suits to kill all of the violent people were still up on the surface! Vanessa didn't agree with this plan but Since William was now in control of her brain She was forced to do what he said. So once they got back to her settlement Vanessa began to tamper with the old world tech that the people of the settlement hadn't had the know how to mess with, Making new suits and Automatons. And then specifically Luring children into the Suits..

Gregory was one of the kids Vanessa tried to do this too. He lived on the streets in hurricane and often visited the Pizza Emporium To pick pocket and play with the still functioning kid friendly stuff in the Emporium. Being a street boy he was one of Vanessa's first targets until William realized that he wasn't nearly as tainted by radiation as everyone else there. Because Gregory was originally from a vault.... He doesn't exactly remember which one all he knows is his Vault was very far away and it got rated and he was taken away when he was very small. Realizing how important Gregory William immediately tried to take him over impartially succeeded before Gregory escaped using one of the suits it was Glamrock Freddy, Who had been repurposed from one of the old animatronics from the Emporium. Freddy's ai was still functioning so Gregory had just stolen himself a new friend :). The 2 roamed the wasteland for a bit together fighting off the atomatons that kept on coming after them, Until one of them seriously harmed Freddie and Gregory decided to go back to the Emporium to fix him and defeat William.

And so then he does so and frees Vanessa and the 2 of them Join up together and The gack in The Emporium kind of exploded and released radiation everywhere and like completely destroyed the settlement... So the 3 star fam do some serious wandering Looking for any other automatons or anyone trying to continue William's work.

As for Cassie... Her dad was a member of a small contact team stationed at the pizza imporrium By the NCR who had just started to make contact with Utah. (You see due to the automatons and prevalence of like old world technology Produced by Afton robotics and fazbear entertainment the people of Utah are both incredibly good with tech and also very good at violence. Making it a good place for the NCR to like in velvet)

She lived there happily with her dad for a long time and be friended Gregory, Then you know Her dad mysteriously disappeared and she was sent to live in the greater NCR outpost stationed in hurricane. Then she got a message that Gregory her old friend needed her help and she went back to the Emporium and a fallout version of ruin happened. I haven't really figured out what happens after that yet....

Sorry this is so so long :)

[nerdygaymormon]

Affirmation Conference 2023

I traveled to Provo, Utah for the 2023 edition of Affirmation’s International Conference.

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I arrived on Thursday and had lunch at Crown Burgers (I had a pastrami burger) with friends of mine who live in Eagle Mountain, Utah. I’ve known them for a long time, they used to live in Florida. Aaron and Sara are really wonderful. Aaron’s twin brother is gay and this has opened their eyes and they see the many issues the LDS Church has for queer people.

Sara volunteers at the Encircle House in Provo. They’d like to do more to support queer people who are/were LDS. They’d like to open their home to have regular get togethers where queer LDS people and their family & friends can gather to feel loved and supported. If you’re interested, contact me and I’ll put you in touch.

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Thursday evening was a social held at the Encircle House in Salt Lake City. I was an hour late and when I arrived, I was informed a group had come asking for David and I wasn’t there. The President of Affirmation got very concerned, wondering if there’d been a problem with my flight, was I okay, would I be on hand for the 2 sessions I’m supposed to do at the conference on Saturday. I’m very sorry to have missed those who came to meet me and I didn’t intend to make anyone worry. Sometimes things don’t go according to plans. 

I did meet @jacclo​ and really appreciate that he came and waited. I felt like we had a good conversation and that I learned more about him and his journey. Honestly, getting to meet and connect with other queer Mormons is one of the greatest things. 

My favorite room in the Salt Lake City Encircle House is the music room. They have filled the wall with black & white photos of famous queer people. I find seeing all that queer greatness very moving. 

They also have a black sheep in the room, which is such a good symbol of how a lot of queer people feel their role is in their family. The Provo Encircle House also has a black sheep, I wonder if this is something they put in every one of their homes

When you walk in the house, the door swings open and you don’t see the hidden message until you’re ready to leave and open the door from the inside and see the words painted on the inside edge.

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Friday I spent much of the day in Board meetings and in trainings. That was a new experience for me as a new member of the Affirmation Board of Directors.

Lacey Bagley, the founder of Celebrate Therapy, is on the board and in our meeting she said something that struck me. I sometimes hear people complain that in the LDS Church it is cis gay white men who are seen and heard and who dominate the conversation. Lacey reframed this by calling them the Founding Fathers of the LDS LGBTQ space because they were able to break through the silence and bring visibility and some understanding. They were the most palatable to the wider community and thus were the ones who were listened to. AFAB women and gender nonconforming people are now having a moment and this opportunity has come thanks to the door being opened by those Founding Fathers.

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Then I went to the Provo Encircle House for a social. I met some very cool people and learned things about the house, including that it was originally home to a polygamous family. My favorite room was the meeting room on the 2nd floor. The walls feature black & white pictures of teens & young adults who came to the house during its first week of being open. Seeing the very people who are helped by this house really touched me. Plus, the window with the rainbow colors frames the Provo City Center Temple in a beautiful way.

The outside of the home is beautiful and I learned the landscaping is done so that there is always something in bloom no matter the season.

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Friday concluded with dinner and the opening plenary session of the Affirmation Conference. Álvaro Mora was the speaker and the big take away from his remarks was that no one is going to die for you so don’t live your life for others, live life and live it for yourself.

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On Saturday, the conference had 4 rounds of break out sessions. You could choose the sessions and groups that most interested you. I was in charge of 2 of the sessions. The first one was called Navigating Living Waters, and the second one was about building community for LGBTQ members in our churches. I was happy to meet @raspberryusagi when she attended one of my sessions.

In the evening Tekulvē Jackson-Vann spoke about how people often say they don’t see color, and how that feels so invalidating. It’s the same as if someone were to say they don’t see queerness, instead they see everyone as just the same. It’s a way to avoid uncomfortable conversations. If you can’t see all of me, you get a muted version of me. Can you imagine watching the Barbie move in black & white, you’d miss so much!

Tekulvē ended by asking a series of questions, for which a person of color gives mostly the same answer and white people have a different answer for each question: What color were you when you were born? What color are you when you’re hit hard? What color are you when you’re sick? What color are you when you’re cold? What color are you when you’re dead? And yet, I’m the one who is ‘colored.’

Laurie Lee Hall also spoke and the big message I took is “Live a life that leaves a mark that cannot be erased!”

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Saturday night, @loveerran and I went for ice cream at Leatherby’s in Orem, Utah. Their serving sizes are generous. We met @sky-the-trans-guy00​ and had a very good conversation. I learned some more about him. He is a high-quality individual

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On Sunday, Stacey Harkey was the keynote speaker at the plenary session and he is very entertaining. He followed his remarks by doing a Q&A in which he was open and vulnerable. 

He spoke of a dung beetle and how it is conditioned to roll dung, and will never roll a precious gem. Likewise, we are surrounded by people who have been conditioned to prize the dung, and that may cause you to wish to be dung, but you are not. Don’t be ashamed to be you. A gem is valuable because it is uncommon. 

The main points of his remarks were: Be who you are! (you have to explore & discover who you are) Live who you are! (as you come to understand yourself, start living true to you) Own who you are! (you don’t need to apologize for being you, you get to be you and be proud of who you are)

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After the conference, I have extended family who hosted dinner for me and some of my friends. Being surrounded by friends and family in a space that is warm, loving and supportive was a great way to end my trip.

[abcwordsurge]

very curious: what do you think is a slept on pairing that isn't romantic? like queerplatonic, platonic, unlabeled, etc..

also. polyamorous pairings you like and/or think are underrated. any polycules.

also you are so very cool and nice and i'm sorry i don't interact with you that much. i think about it a lot but get embarrassed and never do. you're very cool and thank you for being, like, one of the first people i've really interacted with in the fandom. it's always been scary for me being new to a community and you've made it wonderful (along with everyone else) <3 -floridagirlboy

Ok this is pretty long because you pressed all the right buttons to keep me talking for, like, hours, so I'm just gonna put it under the cut. But before I even do that, I have to get the most important thing out of the way- you are so flipping amazing, thank you for the ask, I'm glad you're liking your time here so far, and no need to apologize :D

Underrated platonic / queerplatonic / etc pairings? Where should I start?

First of all, platonic Illinois and Indiana. They are besties your honor. It's like opposites attract but platonic. Good cop Indiana, bad cop Illinois. Also uber-cautious Illinois and safety hazard Indiana. Indiana is probably bi or pan or something like that and aromantic Illinois just has to listen to his relationship problems and be like, "yes, this definitely makes even a little bit of sense to me, yes, romance, perfectly reasonable." But in my mind, Indiana was one of if not the first person Illinois came out to as aromantic and Indiana was really supportive (of course) so he completely understands that when he talks to Illinois about relationship stuff, Illinois will stare at him blankly and the best advice he will offer is "break up with them."

Also. North and South Dakota. This isn't, like, a rare pair, but it's definitely slept on. Like, everyone acknowledges that they're twins and hang out literally constantly, but I feel like there aren't many fics that actually focus on their dynamic. And that is a wasted opportunity. Y'know what, I might have to write a fic for them soon.

Ok, polyamorous / polycule relationships! First up, Alaska / Hawaii / Rhode Island. My reasoning? Basically 100% "Rhode Island Joins the Table," because Rhode has banter with Alaska and Hawaii calls Rhode cute. And I mean, I'm sure I don't have to explain that Alaska and Hawaii love each other. I don't even have the words for how much I love these three. They work so well together because they're all so snarky and awesome and just, aaah, I love them all as individuals and in a polycule.

And of course the four corners. That's probably a pretty standard answer, but it's standard for a reason, man. Arizona / Colorado / New Mexico / Utah- they're iconic. How did this start? Who the hell knows. We all looked at a map and were like, "yeah, look at that, four states that meet at a single point. Polyamory at its finest." But I love it so much because there's hyper-religious Utah, demon boy Arizona, tired and hungry New Mexico, and just-chilling Colorado, and they're all so unexpectedly soft with each other and it's perfect, man, it's perfect.

Also!! You are very cool and nice! Don't worry, there's no pressure to interact if you're not feeling up to it. I understand <3. And that means so so much to me haha. I remember when I joined the fandom a couple months ago, that everyone was instantly so sweet and welcoming, and I'm very happy that now I'm one of those people for you!! It's like, circle or life or whatever. I don't know. I'm just happy you've had a good first experience with the WttT community. It's awesome here :D

[riahlynn101]

"Swimming Lessons."

Taking place within the "Of Heartaches and Headaches Universe."

One shot #1

Thank you, as always, to @halogenrobotics for editing this and giving me a plot outline. I couldn't have done it without you :D!!

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Vanessa groaned, using her hands to fan herself. It was the middle of summer, and in true Utah fashion, it was absolutely sweltering. And because her luck was nonexistent, her A/C had stopped working. She'd put a work order in for her landlord to fix it, but knowing him, it’d be fixed in time for Christmas. 

Gregory was sprawled on the floor. Crayons and coloring book forgotten, because of the heat. “It’s soooo hot!” He whined, and Vanessa felt guilty. She’d heard that little kids were more susceptible to the heat. 

“Sorry, kiddo. It’s a heatwave. Hopefully it won’t last forever. I can text Luis and see if he’ll let us crash at his place.” Vanessa stared at her phone. Luis was working a double shift today, and she would really hate to bother him. But staying in this heat was dangerous…

A thought popped into her head. “Hey, Greg?” 

“Hm?”

“Do you wanna go to the pool?” She couldn’t remember the last time she went swimming. A year ago? Two?

Gregory didn’t respond, and for a minute Vanessa thought he’d gone to sleep. “Greg?” She nudged him with her foot. “Still awake?”

He sat up. “I can’t go.” Gregory pouted. 

“Why not? Is there a height requirement that I’m unaware of?” Vanessa said it jokingly, but she wondered if there was some universal rule about bringing preschoolers to the pool. She was still relatively new to this mom-ing thing. She wished Maria left a book of instructions before she moved on. Maybe she could call-

Gregory burst into tears, startling her back into the present. “I can’t swim!” He wailed.

Vanessa processed his words. “That’s okay,” She murmured. 

He sniffled, wiping his eyes. “But I…I can’t go to the pool. And-and it’s sooo hot!”

She slid off the couch, sitting on her knees in front of Gregory. She patted him on the head. “Then, I’ll just have to teach you.”

“Teach me?”

“Yep, being able to swim is an important life skill.”

“So, I can go to the pool?” 

Vanessa chuckled, messing up his hair. He made a face at the gesture, reaching up to grab at her hand. “Of course, I wouldn’t be a very good mom if I didn’t. Now, would I?”

Gregory pursed his lips together, eyes getting an oddly serious look in them. He seemed to think it over for a few seconds, shaking his head in agreement. 

“Good,” Vanessa said, getting to her feet. She holds a hand out for Gregory. “Now, let’s get changed, and get to the pool before we melt.”

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The pool was surprisingly empty, but that might have something to do with the fact that a newer pool just opened a block away. The lifeguard waved at them - probably excited to have something to do. Gregory waved excitedly back. 

Vanessa put their stuff on one of the many available lawn chairs. She sat down, motioning Gregory over to her. “Sunscreen,” she said. He scrunched his nose, but skipped over nonetheless. 

It’s a good thing that she bought Gregory a swimsuit a few weeks back. The Pizzaplex had a sale, and the pair of Freddy swim trunks with a matching swim t-shirt they had was too cute to pass up. The smile the outfit earned from Gregory was well worth the temporary blow to her wallet.

Her own swimsuit was a one piece she’d had for several years. Actually, Vanessa might have “stolen” this swimsuit from her mother’s closet as one final act of revenge. Oh, well. 

She guided Gregory to the shallow end of the pool. “Now, it’s going to be a little cold. But it shouldn’t last.” Eager to cool down, Vanessa practically skipped the steps into the pool and hops right in. 

Gregory eyed the water with a nervous expression. He stood on the top step, kicking at the water. 

“It’s okay,” Vanessa said, wading through the water and reaching her hands out. “You can reach this part. No swimming required yet.”

Gregory seemed to consider her words, taking another step into the pool. And another and another, until he was on the final step. The water reaches his naval, and he muttered something about it being too cold. 

“Good job!” Vanessa complimented, taking his hands. “First part done.”

“What’s next?” He asks. 

Vanessa moved back a little. “Keep walking forward until you can’t anymore.” She made sure to have her arms outstretched just in case she had to save him from going under. 

Gregory looked less than pleased with that answer, staring at the water like it offended him. “Okay,” he whispered. He walked forward, arms reaching towards Vanessa’s. 

He stopped suddenly. The water now reached his collarbones. They’d barely moved five inches from the steps. Vanessa smiles encouragingly at him. “Would you like to try floating?”

“Floating?” He asked. 

“Mhm, floating is when you lie on your back.”

A crease formed between his eyebrows. “No swimming?” 

“No swimming,” Vanessa confirmed. 

“O-kay.” 

She helped him onto his back. Gregory startled a little, cool water tickling his ears. “It’s okay, it’s okay. I’m right here.”

He calmed down, trusting her to keep him afloat. She placed her hands under his back, supporting him. Slowly (very, very slowly) Vanessa removed them. Gregory remained floating. “You’re floating all by yourself, Greg.”

His eyes shot open. “Huh!? Really!?” He shouted, ears still submerged under water. She nodded. 

Gregory smiles widely. “I’m doing it! I’m doing it!

Vanessa allowed him to bask in his newfound ability. Sometimes she wished she could find joy in the mundane. That childish glee that followed a brand new discovery. A few inches away, Gregory giggled, lightly smacking the surface of the water. But this, Vanessa thought to herself, is just as good. Better even. 

Eventually, Gregory grew tired of floating. He grabbed at her, trying to reorient himself. Vanessa kept a firm grip on him, as they’d drifted closer to the deep end of the pool. “Ready for step two?” She asks. 

He tilted his head. “Step two? That…that wasn’t it?” 

“Nope.”

Gregory clung to her like a baby Koala, or perhaps a boa constrictor (no matter how much she tried to distance herself, he just tightened his hold. Tiny limbs squeeze the life out of Vanessa). He shook his head frantically. “Nuh, uh!”

“Come on, please. You’ve already done part one.”

Gregory quirked an eyebrow, pulling away from Vanessa to eye her. “So?” For someone so sweet and innocent, it never ceased to amaze her how sassy he really was. Vanessa supposes she should be grateful that the little boy she found in an alley was finally showcasing his personality (and she is), but sometimes….

“Can you at least try? I promise I won’t let anything happen to you.”

Gregory stared at her with watery eyes. “Mama ‘Nessa. I…I can’t.”

It takes everything in Vanessa not to call it a day, pack up their stuff, and let Gregory off the hook. But doing that means subjecting him to this some other day. “No,” she agreed. “But you will.”

She spent the next two hours teaching Gregory how to swim. It was a slow, agonizing process. One step forward, two steps back. It also didn’t help that he seemed unable to let go of Vanessa, clutching her wrist for support. 

Twenty minutes into the second hour, Vanessa’s efforts were finally rewarded. She watched in amazement as Gregory doggy-paddled all the way to the stairs and back. It wasn't perfect, but that was okay. They could work on it another time. 

He looked so proud of himself right then, standing on his tiptoes in the shallow end. “Didja see Mama ‘Nessa!? Didja see!?”

Vanessa gave him a thumbs up. “Great job, Greg!” She opened her arms, ready to scoop him into a hug. Only to be met with a faceful of water. She wiped at her eyes. 

“Gotcha!” He shouted, giggling like crazy. It would be endearing if her eyes weren’t burning. In response, Vanessa splashed him back.

“Brat,” she teased him, dodging another one of his attacks. 

Gregory stuck his tongue out. 

They continued to splash each other, laughing and calling each other by endearing (but annoying) names. 

Vanessa wished this moment could last forever. The thought that it wouldn’t, made her feel sad, but in a faraway kind of way. Like the hurt was someplace else. Somewhere far enough away that it couldn’t bother her in the present moment. 

And that was okay with Vanessa. She was happy enough living for the here and now. 

[wario-speedwagon]

i wanna hear abt whatever "the backflip failed to assert dominance" had going on

Haha, now that one is quite a silly name for what was a more serious, mystery story, with the title stupidly referencing what the plot twist is, hehe! Sadly, this wip was abandoned a long while ago as I didn't have clear ideas for what I wanted to do with the story to its end after a certain point, and I wanted to focus my creativity on the two WIPs I was still feeling inspired by (one of which was Pruny! :). However, I'm feeling generous, so I'll just copy/paste the whole unfinished draft below the cut for your own reading, maybe you'll still enjoy it!

It's very rough and clunky at parts, and rereading it for myself took some strength to not immediately change several lines to make it read less confusingly, but it was better than I remember it being! :) The next paragraphs will be spoiling the "twist" and what plot plans I had for it in case you wanna read it for yourself and come to your own conclusions first, so Spoilers in 3, 2, 1...

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So this story takes place in 1993, the year Freddy's would end up dying. We follow the Scott Cawthon phone guy of the Utah location who has just doomed himself by hiring the infamous Dave Miller. Previously up to this point, DSAF 1 happened as normal with the gnarly ending (where Jack and Dave got away with murder and shut down Colorado), but when DSAF 2 happens, Dave arrives to Bakersfield as Jack never showed up, meaning Vegas was the last he ever saw of him. So Dave has been continuing his Freddy's closing mission one place at a time, though eventually losing his passion for it since he's alone again doing it.

However, the Scotts have gotten more and more cautious of Dave over the years and this one is especially proactive about watching Dave and preventing him from achieving his killing MO if at all possible. Killing time at work to cool off suspicions, Dave records some phone tape recordings (which are featured in and taken from Project: Save the Kiddins), then he checks out Scott's paperwork and sees an application by "Mike Schmidt" who seems suspiciously like an anonymous Old Sport, which excites Dave and inspires him to get his old Spring Bonnie as well as Sportsy's Spring Freddy suit too, now! (After all, he can't just kill the kids not suited up, can he?) Sadly though, it would turn out that this is actually the canon FNAF Mike Schmidt, who as you know is also a rotting anonymous zombie serial working at Freddy's...

Meanwhile, Scott, with Dave having left the premises, finally has some free time for himself and decides to fix the Happiest Day machine before having a "dream" (not realizing he's gone into it) and meets a puppet and some ghost children. And then the story leaves off with Scott feeling compelled to save the children's souls.

I didn't have enough draft written to make my subtle hints grow more obvious before revealing, but if you were somehow very smart enough to figure it out, this Scott is actually a Phonified Jack who springlocked himself (perhaps by backflipping, hence the dumb title hehe) on day one of DSAF 2 before he could ever reunite with Dave. That's why he was extra aware of Dave's danger and methods while also feeling drawn to saving the children in the Happiest Day machine :)

I'll almost certainly never return to this WIP, but it was fun revisiting it and even sharing it, so thanks for the opportunity! :D

Hurricane, Utah, 1993

Friday, XX/16/93

Model 51_1 was swamped in paperwork to work out like usual. As always, too many employees to replace, and thus too many positions to refill. Another dayshift spot to fill after another typical event, another nightguard they'd inevitably gone through, it was always the same sh- crap here. Over half a decade of it for this Scott, not that counting did anything to help his spirit any.

Spirit? No, at this rate, he probably didn't have one of those anymore. That’s assuming he ever had one to begin with. Freddy's was effective at killing those off in anyone who worked there.

Focus, Scott. Let's see what we got for today.

Sighing for impending boredom, he adjusted his gloves in preparation for a whole lot of handwriting and took the first packet. 

Applicants. Alright, let’s see. 

As often as they cycled through employees at Freddy's, new applicants were always found for him by means he didn’t want to know. Probably the cause of their staff being so chronically sketchy though. 

Top sheet.

Randall Jade. 

Applying for night guard. A-And dayguard, how convenient…

Experience: sex work, goose control… the latter might be a relevant skillset… 

Phone no.: 1-800-8=D SEXY PHONE

Place of residence: Freddy's hopefully.

Well…the honesty was the opposite of professional, but Freddy's values rock bottom desperation in its applicants above all else. All in all, the programming in his head told him Jade was an ideal candidate for the position–uh, positions.

Next.

Dave Miller. 

Oh.

Oh no.

Dave Miller. 

Applying for dayshift worker. 

Experience: ur mom. 

Phone no.: 69

Place of residence: ur mom. 

Scott felt like he had been marked next for a death sentence. That's essentially what Dave was, all Phone Guys knew it. Dave Miller was an open secret, a promise for destruction for whichever location he picked next. A blight on Freddy’s not even a crucifixion could solve.

The programming in his head told him Miller was an acceptable candidate for the position.

Next.

Scott's hand trembled as he continued to whittle down tonight’s stack of papers.

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Monday, XX/19/1993

Dave had received an unsurprisingly quick response to his work application just a day after submitting. He was naturally hired. Freddy's only survived because it had no standards. But of course, Dave vowed that that would also be its downfall.

So he showed up for his umpteenth first day. He didn't bother finding the Phoney; both of them should know exactly what was up without fake formalities. They knew their place by now. Those guys were like a hive mind with their programming and company newsletters.

Yet as he entered the building, Scott of course was waiting there to meet him anyway. Dave walked past his trademarked Phone Guy greeting to go see how this place’s Saferoom had changed over the decade he’d been gone. Phoney sighed at being ignored; both of them knew it was better for his immediate safety if he left Dave alone to his devices. Dave had to admit, it was in some ways nice to have his reputation finally precede him.

Old Sport had disappeared after Vegas in 87, and once he finally learned he would no longer be following him around, Dave realized he was going to be alone again for a while. But of course, Sportsy would surely come back for him sooner or later?

But in the years of meantime, Dave had tired of the mocking charade he used to put up for the Phoneys. The end result was always the same anyway. It just wasn't fun anymore, and it certainly wasn't needed.

After all, Dave's score was still undefeated.

He was more wary than usual about trying something too soon, though. The Phone Guys these days are always on edge about him, and they're always the most paranoid in the beginning.

To prove his point, he could see this new Scott carefully watching him from afar right now in his periphery. There was something… distinct about this one though… off-putting in some way he couldn't yet pinpoint, but he had a boring week ahead to digest his thoughts.

The best Dave could come up with for now was that it felt like he knew something the other Phoneys didn't. Like he was “in the know.” Whatever that would mean.

Dave checked the Saferoom, but to his surprise, there weren't any springlock suits here. That…was definitely an unexpected wrench in his plan. He promptly went to go properly meet this Scott after all.

“Phone face. Where the fuck're the suits?”

“Ah, now that I would’ve told you during orientation; we had to get rid of those after the original five murders here back in the 80s. Y'know, to prevent any more scandals here after miraculously saving this location from going under. Higher ups are really attached to this first location for some reason.”

Dave was right ticked off. This Phoney smelled like bullshit.

“Freddy's is dying, Dave, and the company's had to… adapt.”

Dave now had weekend plans to visit Bakersfield.

Not dignifying Scott with a response of acknowledgement, Dave just marched off to the office to fuck around on the computer.

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Tuesday, XX/20/93

Another boring day of not murdering children. Another day of ignoring Phoney’s paranoia.

Dave decided to explore the security office next to kill some time. 

Scott of course noticed Dave’s detour. Seeing him in person again… it filled him with determination. A determination to… do something about him, certainly to stop his usual plan to shut down this location. He’d already gotten rid of the springlock suits last weekend, a crucial ingredient to Dave’s shenanigans that hopefully bought him more time.

He was personally familiar with what this “man” was capable of, and he wouldn’t have it occur under his watch. And certainly not if his hide depended on it.

…

Well shit. 

“Rip in fuck, nerd.”

Dave kicked the dayguard’s nearly headless corpse aside to raid the office drawers for anything interesting.

Most of it was junk like tape, post it notes, pens… no scissors. Maybe he could just draw some dicks and post them around the–

Ah. A tape recorder. Those’re always fun to mess with.

He played the one that was currently inside.

“Hello? Hello, hello? I have a message for you... to help you get settled on your first night. Umm, I actually–"

Dave immediately paused it. He didn’t know why he expected anything other than the same old tiring Scott voice stuttering through some training script. As the years went on, that same voice only irritated him more and more.

But then Dave smiled with bored inspiration and pressed Record.

"Sorry. I just had to cut that asshole off. What a fuckin' nerd. 

Anyway, good fuckin' going on landing a minimum wage job. Where you have to fend off gigantic felt-covered bastard animals who want to smack your neck and stuff you into a fuckin' bear suit. 

That phone guy left some tips of his own to help you survive. But honestly, it didn't do him much good. Spoiler alert: he fuckin' died. What a nerd! So, good ole Davey's gonna give you some of his pre-recorded safety tips!

By the way, this place is totally fuckin' haunted, and that's on me. I sorta murdered a few dozen kids, back in the 80's and stuffed them into the robots out of pure spite for the company. Don't worry though: kids don't count as real people. I'll call ya tomorrow. And remember: you can't out-wrestle the bear, so don't even try."

Satisfied with a job well done, he hit Stop. It felt good to make a positive difference in the world sometimes. Ah, who was he kidding? He smirked thinking of the next nightguard they’d hire hearing this as they fended for their life.

…He was still bored, so heck, tape #2.

"uh, hello? Hello? uhh, well, if you're hearing this then you made it to day 2! um, congrats! U-uh, I won't talk quite as long this time–"

"Hey, how ya doin' man? It's me again: Big Dick Davey! Night 2, eh? Good job on not getting stuffed into a tacky fuckin' bear suit! Honestly, the night should be the exact same as last night was, just with slightly angrier robots who will try to rip your throat out twice as hard.”

He drifted onto a Foxy-related tangent. He had too many opinions to not share them.

“...Well, that's enough pretending that I care about your safety for this night. I'll call you tomorrow with more Freddy's-related bullshit trivia. See you on the meanside.”

Dave looked up at the clock. Seriously? Only 2:15? 

Ugh, whatever, let’s just record another.

"Hello, hello! Hey, you're doin' great! Uh, most people–"

"Hey, yo, doggo, it's me, Davey. Wow, night 3. Incredible. See, if there's one thing I can do, it's give bad advice to future night guards. 

By the way, since these messages are pre-recorded, I have no actual idea whether you're actually alive or not. Let's be honest, statistically, you probably died back on night 1.” 

He looked down at the poor bastard on the ground behind him. 

“Priceless. If you're still alive, worry not. To survive tonight, just do the same shit you did last night, but better.

Just don't dick around and you'll be fine. I'll speak to you tomorrow, dude.”

Dave was starting to get bored again, so he called it a day and stood up from the office chair.

Oh, right. He should probably let Scott know about that bozo on the ground. He considered just letting him be a fun surprise for Scott later, but he was still in the paranoia phase, so Dave would probably be blamed for murdering him if he didn’t report it. He missed that one Colorado Phone Guy, he was probably the most chill one he ever had the pleasure of fucking over.

It was also the Phone Guy he and Old Sport got to take down together. 

Man he missed those fleeting days.

…

“Hey Phone-fuck, yer dayguard’s dead.” He thumb-pointed behind his shoulder toward the room he’d just come from.

“Oh godd-dang it, already?”

Scott grumpily walked over to the security office. Dave had to admit, this one was off-putting for sure, but he appreciated the laxer programming on the fake professionalism of this guy.

Though it made him uncannily human to him, and that circled back to off-putting. 

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Another night, another stack of papers for Scott motherhecking Cawthon.

He let out a stressed sigh. 

Already he could expect to file another dead security guard. More applicants to reconsider already too. Jeebus, it was only the first night on the job, Randall!

Well, comparing the previously declined applicants against each other again, he– hey, wait a minute, there’s another new application that was submitted today.

Mike Schmidt

Applying for nightguard.

Experience: 20 years in night security, 10 years with Freddy’s.

Place of residence: Hurricane, Utah

H-How conveniently perfect. Although there was no Mike Schmidt in any of the company files despite such a history… He was one of those name-changers. …Whatever, taking their applicants at face value was the Freddy’s way. He of all people should know that better than anyone else.

The programming in his head told him Schmidt was a perfect candidate.

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Wednesday, XX/20/93

Dave came in for day 3 of bored snooping around. Hell, maybe he should just start the killing already, just so he could move on from this extra depressing, windowless dump. 

The Phone Guy learned surprisingly quickly not to interact with Dave if not necessary, but that still didn’t end his unusually keen hypervigilance on his movements throughout the building. Dave half considered just dismantling this Phone Guy early himself since his usual MO was already being derailed off tradition.

Not committed to any particular plan yet, Dave went to the kitchen to locate a knife or any sort of stabby paraphernalia for future reference. And to his severe chagrin, there wasn’t a single knife to be found in any of the drawers or counters. Not even any forks.

It was a good fuckin’ thing Dave was a creative thinker, and right now, he was using those creative juices to think of payback for that damn Phoney. Phone Guys were never this annoyingly proactive.

But what, did this guy really think Dave wouldn’t provide his own tools when the time comes? The more annoying Phoneys often had a knack for thinking they’re two steps ahead of his plans, but all those Phone Guys were long gone now. Dave grinned at the thought of that. Served those creeps right.

He found himself in the office. There was paperwork strewn about the desk. There was no reason not to rifle through it. At the top was an application that Scott seemed to have accepted based on the red pen marks circling him when the others seemed blank.

Mike Schmidt, huh?

The more Dave read and pondered his application, the more a hope unexpectedly began to flicker where his heart should be. This guy had quite a history with these restaurants…

He booted up the computer to check the employee file on him, and there was one. Opening it… it seemed to be created this morning? This was a good sign.

Mike Schmidt.

Age: ?? (Note: Avoided answering)

Residence: Hurricane, Utah

Employment history: 1993-current, Nightguard, Location #1

Note: Skin does not look healthy. Avoid physical contact in case of STD, we can’t afford such lawsuits like we used to. Mike doesn’t talk much either. Exercise caution around him.

Heart elated, Dave promptly headed off to the security room.

…

He hit Record.

“...Old Sport! Oh, how I've missed you! You came back. You always come back. Have you come back for me, old sport? Have you come back for ole Davey? I knew it, I just knew that you really loved me! 

Look, I have to go, old sport. But, I'll be right back tomorrow night, okay? Stay alive, old sport. I'll speak to you again tomorrow, sportsy!"

And with that promise recorded, Dave excused himself from work early to start his drive to Bakersfield a couple days ahead of schedule.

And Scott was awe-struck to see Dave just run out like that. The programming screamed how wrong it was and urged him to drag him back here, but the programming also screamed at him to stay here on-site during working hours.

But most of all, his memories screamed that Dave was up to something disastrous. And this time, he would be at the receiving end of the catastrophe.

His programming faithfully corrected each and every one of the panicked swears he muttered as he paced back and forth.

Unable to calm down all the tension in his head, Scott looked for something to distract his mind from the impending dread. 

There. Something. That da-dang machine over there. 

It was always broken, and with no Dave to watch like a hawk right now, maybe finally fixing the poor thing would calm him down. Clearly no one else was going to do it so he might as well. He went to Parts and Service for a wrench.

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A dream of being at his old Freddy’s job. 

It was disorienting. 

It probably wasn’t real.

Before long, he noticed a puppet standing there before him.

“I’ve never seen you before.”

“W-What do you want? What’s going on?”

“The five children. 

Ten years later and they still do not rest.”

“I… don’t understand.”

 But that felt like a lie after he said it.

“Gabriel. Fritz. Susie. Jeremy. Cassidy. 

They’re all still waiting for rest.”

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Thursday, XX/21/93

Yesterday was strange. He’d had the strangest dream when he fell asleep against the machine he’d just fixed, and then he felt compelled to carry out even stranger errands for the puppet in that dream. But… it felt right to do it. Something about the robots seemed tame this morning.

-End WIP

[sleepdeprivedsimp234]

Incorrect quotes for you wonderful basement children 🤍✨

Jersey: Hey guys, I found a spider. Cool little lad. Thanks for eating the mosquitos. 
Jersey: Oh no, where did it go? 
Connecticut(Connie): JERSEY WHAT THE F(speaks northeast)?!

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Florida: *About to do something incredibly stupid* 
Loui: I know I can't stop you, but I won't let you go by yourself.

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Jersey: I have a problem. 
Mass: Kill it. 
Jersey: Can you chill for like, two seconds?

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Jersey: Any idiot would know that. 
Florida : I knew that! 
Jersey: See?

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Tex, during a conversation with Oklahoma or California, *turns to NY*: Could you maybe just like… stab me… right in the gut. Just REALLY twist it in there. ‘Cause that honestly seems less painful than this conversation.

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Gov: I’d like to live through a week that’s not a whole new verse of “We Didn’t Start the Fire.”

*cue an explosion and screams of terror that could be heard from the highest hell*

Gov: But we all know that ain’t happening.

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Gov: I am going to need you to swear- 
Tex: F(speaks Texas).
Gov: 
Gov: ...swear as in promise.

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Tex: Loui is late again. 
Jersey: How did this happen? I called them at 8 o’clock this morning and pretended it was 11. 
Gov: I printed up a fake schedule for them saying we were starting at 9 instead of noon. 
Florida : I set their clock to say PM when it’s really AM. 
Tex: Oh boy. We may have overdone it. 
*Loui bursts through the door* 
Loui *hyperventilating*: WHAT TIME IS IT?

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Mass: Hey, wanna help me commit arson? 
Loui: What the hell!? 
Mass: Oh, sorry, my bad. 
Mass, whispering: Wanna help me commit arson? 
Loui, whispering: Of course. What do you need?

(These two are very good friends in my au and you can pry that off my dead cold hands-)

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Mass: I’m totally useless. 
Jersey: You’re not totally useless. 
Jersey: You can be used as a bad example. *gets tackled*

(I headcanon that Jersey is probably one the most tame NE states)

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Mass: Who the fuck- 
Utah: Language! 
Mass: Whom the fuck- 
Utah: No.

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Gov: Editor's note: What the f(speaks sleep-deprived coffee bean)….

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Aight you hot mOtHeRtRuCkErs~ Hope y’all have a great rest of ur day/night 🙂✨

[kaylakenobi]

I did this a while ago with Marvel characters, but now I'm hyperfixated on Star Wars so here's this:

Star Wars characters as weird things my friends have said (can you tell who my favorite characters are lmao) :

Anakin: Let's trust fall off a cliff

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Obi-Wan: I'll cheese grate your tongue.

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Hera: Learn how to do a fourway!

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Obi-Wan: Do you want to be a psychologist or a psychologist?

Anakin: You just said the same thing twice!

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Zeb: The grinch doesn't even hurt ppl, he just takes away their joy.

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Luke: I'm not racist, I eat cauliflower and broccoli.

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Rey: I'm not trying to race you in my 2006 Toyota camry dude, I'm just trying to get home.

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Fives: I will smack you out of that wheelchair.

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Luke: Oml gay kind bars

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Padme: I Gotta gaslight gatekeep girl boss my way through life

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Ezra: Where is my other sock!- oh I'm wearing it.

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Anakin: You just gotta follow the serotonin man

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Luke: I'm gay and men are too headache for me.

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Cody: I'll take the teeth the lord so foolishly decided to put in your mouth.

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Anakin: I cant mansplain manipulate manwhore my way out of this one boys

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Ahsoka: For the LAST TIME I am a LESBIAN I'm not trying to steal you're boyfriend! He smells like doritos anyway.

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Rex: I’m not jealous, Flavio, I’m GAY

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Ezra: I just have this happy personality in this sad soul. It feels funky in a not snazzy way.

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Echo: You can't delete your internet history from God.

Fives: Yes you can, ctrl + astaghfirulla

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Obi-Wan: I have this very rare thing called common sense, a lot of people don't have it because I'm just better.

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Caleb (child Kanan): Cannibalism is frowned upon in most countries.

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Ahsoka: Why are the watermelon shaped like little caskets?

Anakin: Shut up, be grateful, and eat your dead people.

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Kanan: I cant even raise a spider, how do you expect me to kill a child... wait

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Padme: Omg Anakin, just bc you lost your hand doesn't mean you have to cut off your son's hand too.

(Yes my friend actually said that while we were watching Star Wars)

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Omega: We can do left! Harry Styles will help us through it!

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Han: You can't just kill your father omg.

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Leia: Like okay you can have your lame hospital drama, I’ll have romance death and dragons.

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Omega: I'm not crazy, I'm just extra. A material gorl.

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Hunter: Besides tying her up idk how to hold a toddler

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Han: I could never be a doctor bc my intrusive thoughts would be like, "Let them bleed out on the table." Or "Amputate the wrong limb."

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Crosshair: Excuse me, it's a magical toothpick

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Omega: Like it tries to be smart but the smart simply can't smart so the stupid is just rlly stupid

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Tech: Was I on Aderall?

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Fives: Dude, are you vaping right now?

Echo: *tearing up* It’s just chapstick man

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Anakin: I want to sleep in a casket.

Obi-wan: What??

Anakin: They look comfy.

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The bad batch: You're a phsycopath.

Crosshair: Thanks I was born in Florida.

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Cody: I have new shoes.

Rex: Cool, I have depression

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Sabine: I do not want the meat stick, I want to die!

Ezra: Then the itsy bitsy meat stick will execute you!

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Anakin: Spiders deserve to burn in hell.

Ahsoka: But you're going to hell??

Anakin: Excuse me!?

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Omega: He looks like a knock of Donny Jepp.

Hera: Do you mean Johnny Depp?

Omega: Same difference.

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Palpatine: I steal children.

Anakin: At least you don’t have sex with them.

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Anakin: ugh this song is like an orgasm for my ears

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Wrecker: ew it smells gross

Tech: ofc it does we're in the middle of nowhere in Utah

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Cody: *drives past cemetary* I cant believe people are dying to get in there. It just kills me.

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Leia: Don't die because then we'll have to re-space the dance again.

[lichenaday]

I went on a trip around southern Utah, USA, recently, and particularly in Escalante State Park, there were so many amazing lichens! I sort of noticed them on previous trips, but after following your blog, I really noticed them this time.

I have no idea what species or genus to identify any of these beauties as, but I loved all the variety, so I took some pictures. Maybe you know what kinds they are? Regardless, thanks for helping me know more about these cool organisms!

Southern Utah is one of my favorite places on the planet! I once went backpacking with a dude I was into and his friends in Escalante and I had a bad trip and we got separated from the group and lost overnight and they had to call search and rescue on us. Ah good times. Anyway, these are some very beautiful friends! I love them, and I hope you had a safe/fun time hanging out with them, and didn't take the weird sleep meds a guy you've just met offers you because you mention you have a hard time sleeping through the night while camping!

[genderkoolaid]

i asked around and one of my friends caught a few pictures of the onceler :] i didnt quite catch their name, but it was ___ divine and they came all the way from utah ! i am very north and east ! it was rlly amazing and i thought u might enjoy !

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YOO thank you so much!! They look super fucking cool