#houndisms

[hiisheart]

@houndisms || cont.

her ...? what did will mean? there was no her. ... well, of course, mike couldn't possibly expect will to know that, for his admission had been quite vague. he blinks up to meet the gaze of the other, and there's something so incredibly ... painful in his expression. it wasn't really a look he was used to seeing on the other's face; well, perhaps with the exception of as of late. maybe he was living in a delusion, but he figured the two of them were much happier now. then again, here mike was, going and ruining the mood again, and he can't help but feel that familiar spike of guilt ramming him straight through his middle at his friend's expression. he isn't sure what it is but there was something in his words, something that he had brought up that looked like it had broken something within the other.

his instinct is to focus on will and his needs, but he'd approached this conversation to open up to the other. it's scary, being this vulnerable. but that was the whole point of sitting down with will like this. even if he'd kick himself forever for starting the conversation with vaguely trying to open up about his feelings. a deep sigh is heaved, and dark eyes look across the table at the other as he plays with his fingers. breath is shaky as he speaks, leg jiggling up and down.

❝ ... there's no her, will. ❞ he has to make this right, come clean. ❝ el and i, we ... we don't really have any desire to try and get together. at least not now. ❞ not now that mike had his eyes on someone else.

❝ look, what i'm trying to say, is ... i don't think i just like girls. ... in fact, i think ... i think i might ... prefer guys ... ? i'm not sure, it's ... it's confusing. ❞ each word as they're said gets smaller and smaller, attempting to take up less and less space as eyes dart towards the ground, more anxious than ever, fingers digging into his jiggling thighs.

[hauntmech]

@houndisms // will.

don't go to freddy's after it closes.

this was gospel amongst both the children of hawkins elementary and the teens of the adjacent high school. the place was new, popular, high tech for the time. the food was...okay, but not what one came for.

it was the animatronics. while the establishment had been built brand new from the ground up, the animatronics were from a previous location; one that had gone out of business for conflicting reason. still, no one knew how the rumor started. the rumor that if you were to stay inside after the doors were locked, the lights turned out, the games shut down, the animatronics would come to life and eat your face off.

or some variation of that.

that was how one will byers, aka zombie boy, ended up shoved through side window in the janitors closet by boys his senior, laughing like the braindead idiots they were, moments after close. they slammed the window shut behind him, let it lock. one waved. and then they walked away, leaving him to his fate.

and they stirred.

blue eyes flickered in the dark as the leader awoke. gabriel freddy rose stiffly, joints rusted and gears worn from the seemingly endless time of being in the parts and services room.

but there was someone in here. an adult? bad adult? a threat? the yellow rabbit?

the bear's jaw hung limply open, exposing the endoskeleton teeth within. and with heavy steps, clutching his broken microphone, he lumbers out into the hallway.

[hiisheart]

@houndisms ( will ) || cont.

whenever will came down with something, mike really couldn't help himself but fuss over his best friend. in some way, shape or form he was always trying to get in to see him or give him something, doing whatever he could to make him feel better. it was probably because he wasn't used to seeing will very sick at all, although he was by his side when he was still recovering from being touched by the mind flayer. perhaps that's where it all started, when will was first taken; mike's desire to want to be by will's side every waking moment of every day. perhaps it was a little unhealthy, but could mike really help himself, after what had happened to his closest friend?

❝ hey, don't you worry about it at all, ❞ mike replies, extending the mug of soup towards the other after the hot chocolate. he'd fallen out of practice, being a caretaker; if anything, he feels like he'd been nothing more than a jerk with his friends as of late. he knows he hasn't been the same. he just ... had some things he needed to get off his chest. and still did. the kinds of things that went alight inside him when he was around will; he wouldn't be caught dead telling even an imaginary friend about it. ❝ let's just focus on getting you better, okay? ❞

[hiisheart]

²⁰⁾ fingertips tracing the notches of a spine - will

⤷ touch prompts. ( @houndisms )

intimacy and touch were not things that came easily to many members of the wheeler family. many of them, but that did not necessarily include mike. he'd always been quite touchy-feely with others in his life, whether that be his sisters or his close friends, people he knew wouldn't make to big of a deal out of it.

and will was, undoubtedly, one of those people. touch, when it came to will as his recipient, always came to easy to mike. he wasn't sure if he attributed it to their closeness or his own deep-seated feelings, but they certainly played a role whenever it came to their intimacy. and where he was now, curled against will with the other's fingers tracing up and down his back, carefully curating the notches between his vertebrae as if that were all they wanted to do, he couldn't deny how those feelings began to well back up, deep in his chest, and god, how he wanted to bring a voice to them. but so much around him, around them, silenced it. either that or scared him into submission.

but he couldn't be scared. not around will. and he wasn't, not when he was cradled in his arms like this. it felt like he didn't even know fear, being with him. he gives a soft smile, lifting his head so their eyes can briefly meet. the closer the other's fingers would get to his lower back, the more it would tickle, but he couldn't deny how the way the other's fingers moved was more like that of a massage, intending to relax rather than get a rise out of him. ❝ that feels kinda good, ❞ he mumbles softly, allowing his eyelids to drift closed, but only for a brief moment.

[stardustmcde]

From a rp meme i can't find || always accepting

@houndisms sent; "Stop looking at me like that." angel dust @ vox !!

Being caught staring felt like a slap to the face. One that caused Vox to jolt, cyan blooming in the middle of his screen. He didn't understand why he was so embarrassed over this. Maybe it was because Angel Dust pointed it out. He didn't have an answer for that.

"I wasn't looking at you," The words tumbled out so effortlessly. "I was zoning out, you just happened to be in the way."

That was better than admitting that, yes, he was staring. And maybe for a bit too long. Especially at that chest fluff. Which he would never, under any circumstances, ever say out loud.

[paralyziingfears]

smoke  was  just  outside  of  a  jazz  club,  lighting  up  a  cigarette  and  enjoying  the  sound  of  the  rain  that  poured  onto  the  dimly  lit  street.  the  lights  glistened  in  the  puddles  when  the  cars  would  zoom  by.  he  was  still  trying  to  get  used  to  this  world.  sometimes  he  found  himself  thinking  about  the  old  days  that  he  spent  with  his  younger  twin  and  his  little  nephew,  but  he  knew  those  days  were  gone  now  and  he  was  still  hunting  for  elias   —   something  he  was  still,  after  all  these  decades,  wrapping  his  head  around  the  fact  that  he  was  hunting  down  his  brother  like  he  was  a  predator  ...  except  he  was  and  there  was  no  amount  of  magic  in  the  world  that  could  change  that.

smoke  heard  footsteps  approaching  on  the  sidewalk  that  he  stood  on  and  he  looks  over,  noticing  a  girl  with  her  hood  up  to  shield  herself  from  the  rain.  he  takes  a  long  drag  from  his  cigarette  and  exhales  upwards  into  the  air,  creating  a  cloud  of  smoke  that  was  penetrated  by  the  fierce  drops  of  rain.  ❛  you  doing  alright,  miss  ?  ❜  he  asked  before  she  could  completely  pass  by.

it’s  just…been  a  really  weird  day.

❛  if  i  had  a  dime  for  every  time  i  had  one  of  those  ...  i'd  be  one  rich  motherfucka,  ❜  he  chuckled,  his  cigarette  resting  between  trembling  fingers.  even  after  all  these  years,  his  tremors  never  relented.  he  cocked  his  head,  examining  @houndisms,  ❛  why  don't  ya  come  on  in  and  get  outta  this  weather  ?  too  cold  for  a  young  lady  t'  be  out  here.  ❜

[paralyziingfears]

all  i  was  able  to  think  about  was  you,  love.  what  you're  doing,  where  you  are,  what  you're  wearing  ...  god,  would  i  kill  to  be  fucking  you  right  now  against  that  kitchen  counter  of  yours,  but  instead,  i'm  stuck  here  with  your  fucking  brother  babysitting  because  you're  too  afraid  he  might  fall  off  the  deep-end  if  we  don't  involve  him  in  our  relationship.  OUR  relationship!  don't  you  see  how  stupid  that  sounds?  he  has  no  place  to  be  in  the  middle  of  us.  i  didn't  sign  up  for  some  weird,  three-way  with  your  twin  brother.  ugh,  the  things  i  do  for  you,  love.

you  stare  at  me  a  lot.

was  i  staring?  ❛  sorry,  ❜  i  apologize  with  no  sincerity  and  look  away  as  quick  as  possible.  shit,  was  i  staring  that  hard?  i'm  too  distracted  for  this.  maybe  i  can  get  out  of  this.  ❛  you  know,  i'm  not  sure  if  i'm  up  for  a  drink,  forty.  not  feeling  well,  ❜  i  tell  @houndisms,  scratching  the  back  of  my  neck,  making  it  look  like  my  head  hurts.  well,  it  does.  HE'S  making  my  head  hurt.  ❛  rain  check  ?  ❜

[fxntasmagoria]

@houndisms said: "I don’t think I recognise a single person here." - ashley @ whoever youre feeling!!!

"Isn't the point of parties to have fun and meet new people?" Beck said, holding a red solo cup in his hand. He took a sip and looked at her. " You afraid to mingle and make new friends?" He asked, just teasing of course. " You can't just hang on to me all night." He grabbed a jello shot and handed it to her. " Take this."