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[clownpool]

⁇ - wade x han

–––––– Han ; ( @WAD ): Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text.

𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 00:54: WAD.

𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 00:54: come herse and fight me ike a real mdan

𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 00:55: get otut of yuour stupid dumgb sewer dand throw hands

𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 00:56: TRVAITOR

𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 00:57: i'm gonna lpick the euwser water off your bloody fcae

𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 00:59: C OQARD.

[castingxdesire]

[ mark ] your muse purposefully marking mine up with bruises, hickies, ect. WILLA X DESIREE

desiree shoved the younger girl down onto the couch, and immediately climbed on top of her to push her even further down to a horizontal position. she straddled the girls hips, and leaned down to press her lips against the girl’s neck. she’d only just met the girl, but there was something about the situation that caused the pair to meet that made desiree place trust in her. or, at least enough trust to bring her back to her apartment and throw her onto her couch.

it was a comforting thought to know that, if she didn’t want to, she didn’t have to see this girl ever again. unless, of course, willa caught on to the location of desiree’s workplace, which, wouldn’t have been that hard to catch on to, honestly. though, then again, maybe willa would be the same way. maybe willa wouldn’t want to see her after this after? but, either way, it would be fine with desiree. 

either way, it didn’t stop the moment of right now. it didn’t stop the fact that desiree’s lips were sucking bright red marks onto the neck of the younger girl. there was a soft sound that escaped from desiree as she broke away to the girl’s jawline, making sure to leave a mark there as well. 

marks aren’t really allowed in her line of work-- suspicious wives and all, so when she finally got the chance to do it, she usually went wild with it. to her, there was nothing better than seeing the proof of her work littered all over the skin of another. 

and she wouldn’t really admit it, but it was even better when it was on the pretty, soft skin of a girl. 

 so, she continued to make her marks, eventually removing the girl’s shirt just so she could reach more skin, and muttering words about how pretty she looked like this. her hips rolled into the girl’s, as she followed a trail of kisses across the girl’s collarbone, only to stop right in the middle of her chest, in the hallow of her throat to make another mark there. it was a long, hard suck that caused a popping sound when she pulled off, and she pulled away to admire her work. 

yes, perfect. desiree bit her lip in satisfaction as she stared down at the girl. “wanna keep going? i could do this all night.”

but, honestly, she didn’t give her much of a chance to answer, as she immediately dove back down to her lips this time. she wouldn’t say it out loud, but she hoped for a long night.

[emittingauras]

ed x willa [ worship ] your muse worshiping a part of my muses body. and [ ice ] your muse using ice on my muses body.

Ed didn’t usually go for younger girls, but as she sat cross-legged in bed with Willa, she couldn’t really remember why. She reached to her bedside table where a cup of icy cold water sat. 

“You know,” Ed began. “A girl I was with once showed me this thing she did with ice…if that’s something you’re into…”

A cheeky grin grew between them both as Ed asked Willa to roll onto her stomach. Ed took a swig of ice water to collect a cheek-full of crushed ice cubes. She then moved to on top of Willa before slowly placing each individual cube down her spine. She could feel the shivers against her legs as the ice created small puddles in the arch of Willa’s back. Ed pulled her cropped blonde hair back to admire her work. The thought of tingling ice cubes melting against her own heated skin nearly sent her own toes curling.

Although Ed usually preferred to be on the receiving end of this sort of thing, as someone who didn’t get off on dominating or being in control…but as she sat there and watched Willa shudder against her bed from the ice melting against her back…and knowing it was Ed who had caused her to tremble in such a way…well, she could understand why other people were interested in taking control.

Ed’s chilly fingers moved back down to Willa’s skin, tracing around the melting cubes against her spine, to the small of her lower back, before resting against the rise of her skin. “Don’t get me wrong, tits are great and all, but I’ve always had a preference for butts,” She continued as she lowered her head down to press her warm lips against the cool, curved skin. Her fingers danced down the sides of her hips as they followed the natural lines of her body. Willa’s skin still prickled under Ed’s touch as the cool ice cubes melted between the heat of their shared bodies. And as Ed brought her lips to that within Willa’s legs, she only hoped to bring about quivers of pleasure, more than what the chilled ice was able to.

[emittingauras]

[ eyes ] your muse making mine look them in the eyes during.[ down ] your muse pulling mine down by their collar / clothes. SIMON X WILLA??? eyes emoji

Simon couldn’t make it to his weekly coffee meetup with Willa. He’d been swamped at work, running from one end of the shop to the other as he tried to fill orders as fast as his long legs would take him. He had to be down to work before the hour had ended, so he’d invited Willa to his apartment instead. He may not have been able to meet her at the coffeehouse, but he could at least spare twenty minutes of his time. 

“Thanks for coming — I already have a whole pot ready,” Simon offered. He directed Willa to where the mugs were, though he had already made himself a cup: nothing but plain coffee and a gratuitous amount of sugar mixed in to satisfy his secret sweet tooth. 

“You won’t believe the week I had,” He continued after he took a drink from his mug. “On Monday, this man asked me to help him find his wife. I think he called me pretty boy?” Simon shook his head. “I tried to ignore him at first, but you know, that sort of became difficult by the end of the day. I think he kept following me until…jeez, Wednesday night? He was finally gone Thursday morning when I got up. I’m sure he kept me up for most of Tuesday night talking about how he wants to just touch his wife again, which…I guess is sweet, but…” Simon wrinkled his nose. “Annoying when you’re trying to sleep or get any work done. 

Willa nodded in reply. They weren’t friends, not exactly, but Willa could understand a part of his life that no one else could, not Han or Mimi or anyone else he’d ever met. As much as Simon preferred silence to talking, these meetups to complain about whatever ghost had hitched onto them that week made dealing with them a little easier. Not by much, but a little. 

“On Sunday, I’m pretty sure I met the ghost of Abraham Lincoln,” Willa began. “Or…someone who died as an Abraham Lincoln impersonator. But by Tuesday —“ Her voice faltered. “I — I saw her,” Her eyes narrowed to a small space behind Simon’s back. Still holding his piping cup of coffee between his hands, Simon turned to look at the spot behind him. 

There, he saw a younger girl, in her twenties, perhaps? Usually, Simon could tell if he’d seen a specific ghost before, the general vibe they gave off feeling generally familiar. He didn’t get that vibe from her, but the faint hairs on the back of his neck begin to rise signaled to him that something…or rather someone else was nearby. 

He looked past the young woman to find a taller man, one who had stood at Simon’s bedside talking about how much he missed his wife. 

“We crossed paths trying to find the other one,” The tall ghostly man explained. “So we don’t need your help for that anymore,”

“Perfect,” Simon scoffed. “You can leave us both alone then, yeah?”

“Simon —“ Willa scowled. 

He knew she didn’t care for the way he spoke to or treated the spirits, insisting that shit would hit the fan if he didn’t at least hear them out, that it would come back to bite him later on. Which…sure, there had been times Simon didn’t help a spirit and had come to regret it later on, but he didn’t want to be known as the one who helped them. He still had a life of his own to live; helping ghosts was a responsibility shoved upon him, not one that he’d asked for. So Simon didn’t care that Willa didn’t like it; he needed to push ghosts away to keep himself sane. 

“Didn’t you hear me?” Simon continued. “I said that you don’t need us anymore. Leave us alone.”

The ghostly man shook his head. “I wanted to do more than just find my wife again,” He continued. “And since you didn’t help us find one another when we asked, we’re going to force you to help us now.”

Simon knew what came next, but both he and Willa were powerless to stop it. The taller male ghost stepped forward and faded into Simon’s body, which left a chill deep within his chest as someone else took over a body that didn’t belong to them. Uncomfortable fear pumped through his blood, he still couldn’t understand just how Willa had dealt with being possessed like this. Simon doubted he would ever get used to the feeling of not being in control over his own skin. 

He unwillingly turned to look back at Willa. “Miriam?” A voice that seemed to belong to Simon asked. “Are you there?”

An eerie smile grew across Willa’s lips. “It’s me, Isaac,” She breathed. “It’s me.”

Simon’s arms, or rather Isaac controlling Simon’s arms, wrapped around Willa’s smaller frame. His face buried itself in her hair which tickled his nose. But as much as Simon wanted to pull away, at least to scratch his nose, he couldn’t even make his pinky finger twitch. 

“It’s not the same as touching your old body,” Simon’s voice said. “But it’s better than being dead.”

“God,” Not-Willa whispered as lips that belonged to Simon nibbled at her ear and left a trace of small pecks down her cheek and to the corner of her mouth. “This definitely beats being dead,”

His hands began to explore her body, a body that felt unfamiliar to both Simon and the second spirit that currently resided within him. He ran down the sides of her chest to the soft curve of her hips. Even Simon’s pants tightened as his hand moved across her bones, under the lace of her skirt, and to the space between her legs. A gasp escaped Willa as his fingers began to rub against her. 

“I-Isaac,” She groaned into his shirt, to which Simon smiled at her squirming. 

“Where’s the bedroom in this place?” Not-Simon asked. He pulled himself away from her legs. “I can’t climb on top of you like this,” 

An image of the door that lead to his bedroom flashed across Simon’s mind, deepening the unsettling grin against his face. He took Willa by the collar of her shirt to push the both of them to the door that sat slightly ajar. Her steps fell backward until the back of her ankles crashed against the bed frame. Willa’s back fell against the dark comforter. 

“I don’t think I’ve had this much fun since the twenties,” Willa giggled. She pushed herself further up so she laid sprawled out against the bed. 

“It’s been too long,” Simon nodded. He rested both hands on either side of her head. “We’ve waited too long for this,”

Not long enough, in Simon’s true opinion, not that he currently had the means to express how he truly felt. Instead, he stayed above Willa as she trailed downward to undo the button of his pants. A hand shifted into his boxers. Simon bit his bottom lip as Willa’s index finger slowly stroked up and down. 

Even with the minimal touching his breathing became deep. “Not so fast,” He whispered against her ear. Simon stood on his knees against the bed. He snuck up her skirt and pressed against her thighs until his nails brushed against more lace. The fabric dragged back down her legs before being tossed to the side and abandoned on the floor. 

Simon grasped for Willa’s hand. Fingers entangled together, he looked into her eyes, and their hips kissed after he moved into her. 

“I missed you,” Simon groaned against her. “I missed this. I missed us”

He could feel himself getting lost in Willa’s dark eyes. They may have looked like Willa’s, but the spirit within him seemed to see beyond that, to the girl from the past that he still very clearly loved. The wrinkle of her brow, the gasp from her lips as they moved together…the girl under him wasn’t the Willa he’d slowly gotten to know.

Simon hoped that Willa could say the same. Once the ghosts within them both had finished and left their bodies physically and emotionally drained behind them, he considered asking her what had gone through her mind. Willa was a more open person - would she tell him if he asked? Did he even want to know?

Simon decided he didn’t want to ask what her thoughts were. They’d finish and, hopefully, never discuss this night ever again. He may have liked Willa - to some extent at least, but he had the feeling she would agree with him. So despite their shared whimpers of pleasure…and the growing tension between his legs that he…would lie and tell Willa he didn’t like if she’d asked, the night would, hopefully, remain a secret and die locked away with both of them.

[clownpool]

beat andres and kyle dancing together

–––––– Kyle ; ( @Andres ): beat; dance with them.

the prom was the most LITTEST place. he could feel the good vibes seep through his skin and bones, right to the very soul of that body of his. it was krunker than krunk. it was so fucking yeehaw without it having to be the yeehaw™ and the bops, it was evident, would not ever end. how long could the DJ go? and wouldn’t that dancing just outlive the DJ? with his hype man there. and a sea of people who adored them?? it seemed like nothing could end their perfect night. Prom Night Forever, that was the chant he found himself screaming through the blaring beats and very limited light show as accumulated from the student body government.he was tired, but the drink in his hand kept him going. it was tasty with an after bite– too much sprite mixed with that fruit cocktail? that was what he assumed, as he’d never had a drink in his life. he couldn’t tell, but it was the juice to fuel the rest of the night. after all being co-prez was hard enough. he deserved this. it was a treat of a night, and it was a job well done if he didn’t say so himself. 

but it was beginning to blur– not just his vision but the events that were unfolding. the songs they were playing were beginning to jumble up. he couldn’t remember if he was supposed to be sliding to the left, cranking dat soldier boy, or cupid shuffling to the right. the point was that he was still moving, and his best bud was still there. and even if his head was pounding with the lyrics of three different songs, there was one that ruled them all. the chorus floated in the wind. taking an almost unsuccessful arm around that bro of his, his tip-toed weight nearly caused him to topple over he pulled him closer for more dancing. if it weren’t for that towering buddy before him, they’d have both surely fallen. despite this he smiled, clutching that drink of his as if he were Leo DiCaprio on Oscar night, and belted his lungs as loud as he could.

“WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS. NO TIME FOR LOSERS ‘CAUSE WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS” he took a moment to catch the gaze of Andres before finishing that EPIC QUEEN song as they swayed to the music, took a deep breath, and missed the cue altogether. “–––OF THE WORLD” but it hardly mattered. Andres’ happy laughter would always be far better than his own dumb singing and dancing. 

[emittingauras]

@ - andres x renjae

Send “@” for a SCARED text.

RENJAE: Andres, this is going to be the most important question I ever ask you in my entire lifeRENJAE:How do you get oil stains out of a $500 pair of sneakersRENJAE:I was eating pizza and…may have accidentally dropped a slice on my shoe I brought it home but I swear NOTHING is working. How am I supposed to tell my mom I got a huge stain on these 😖RENJAE:I guess I’m just not allowed to have anything nice like this again. Or start wrapping myself in saran wrap before I leave my house

[clownpool]

♀ leslie x max

–––––– MAX ; ( @Leslie ) : Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text. 

𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝– #𝟷 𝚍𝚊𝚍: I was thinking about what you said. 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝– #𝟷 𝚍𝚊𝚍: about my father. my real father.

𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝– #𝟷 𝚍𝚊𝚍: and I’m going to be real honest, pop, I hated it. all of it. 🙄

𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝– #𝟷 𝚍𝚊𝚍: but just know that i’m doing this reaching out stuff for you, because you’re the most awesome role model I’ve ever had.

𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝– #𝟷 𝚍𝚊𝚍: all my dad was growing up was a stupid pile of sadness, cowardice, and self-loathing. when mom “died”, he died too, you know? and i’m happy my mom came back to life, but Judas? I can’t say the same. 💩

[clownpool]

✆ - andres x kyle

–––––– Kyle ; ( @Andres ): Send “✆” for a MORNING text. 

𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 07:38: in the wise words of my father, Gilbert Gladstone––

𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 07:39: let’s steal this bread fam.

𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 07:40: 🤟🏼🤟🏼🤟🏼🤟🏼

𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 07:50: BEEP BEEP TIME FOR BREAKFAST TACOS.

𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 07:51: [Image attached]