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we’ve all seen this on twitter right…. do y’all see it…. hannigram….

this is what s2 would’ve been if the writers weren’t scared

Blonde III of Sleep Token is officially my Simon 'Ghost' Riley, fight me.

Ok, hear me out yes?

Imagine Soap sitting in the backseat of a stolen vehicle, watching Ghost fight the driver and doing that iconic scene in Deadpool, saying...

"I've never said this, but don't swallow"

Do you wanna see how far it goes?

things i’m good at:

not answering texts/chats

getting my hopes up 

daydreaming

being awkward

pissing people off

sleeping

LUSTFUL, LEWD, AND LECHEROUS

everybody writing dew being the desperate fuck from that video but what i think you’re failing to consider is that dew does not even look at swiss HOWEVER swiss marches himself across that stage and curls himself around dew. grabs him. dew is not even phased and swiss is biting him and grabbing him. you don’t get it do you? SWISS IS THE DESPERATE BASTARD HELLOOOOO

Why aren't we calling SwissDew Grilled Cheese???

Are we over the swissdew thing yet? I hope not cause @highdefinitions brought back my brainrot and i decided the world needed to see how truly desperate Swiss was after.

I wrote this on mobile so i have no idea how long it is, but terrible ideas and mean!dew under the cut

There wasn't a being in the whole world, not a single one in hell either, who would say Swiss was known for his good ideas. Did some of them turn out good? Sure, but that was never because if anything he did, just dumb luck and having a pack willing to put up with all his shit and fix it for him.

But this. This is a good idea.

He jumps off his stage, less of a surprise than it used to be, but instead of heading for Aurora's stage for their antics, which were less about actually touching each other and more about pulling attention (though if Swiss ever says no to a kiss with the newest ghoulette he might as well be put down on the spot because there's something seriously wrong with him), he takes a detour. Runs right down the front, almost knocks Rain off his chronically shaky legs, which he swears he'll apologize for eventually. He vaults the stairs to Dew's platform in two smooth strides.

The hand on Dew's waist makes him jump. It's closer to a muscle convulsion, small enough that the audience probably doesn't notice, but just enough to feel the tremor and micro-adjustments under Dew's movements. To know he wants this attention too. He lets Dew really get into his solo before enacting his plan.

He bites his shoulder. It's a small gesture that has the fans screaming and, he's sure, Mountain and Cumulus rolling their eyes. Has Phantom and Aurora staring unabashedly. He can't wait to hear the video playing quietly from Phantom's bunk tonight, over and over. His soft little groans while he humps his pillow. Wishes it was him. Swiss smirks while he jumps off and heads back for his home base, what the fans affectionately call his "stage of shame," but he's never had any shame. It's like a superpower that he can grind and grope and whatever else on stage without being the least bit affected, while getting whatever reaction he wants from his pack mates.

Tonight he doesn't want anything. It's tomorrow he's planning for.

Swiss trots through the bus late after the show under the guise of getting some water. He's really looking to hear who's having fun, see if he can mess with Phantom, or get Cumulus to give him a quick "lesson" about his behavior, but he's starkly disappointed to find the bunks quiet.

He's so thrown off he forgets his excuse and shamelessly pokes his head into the back room that's been converted into a nest. He can hear a few voices whispering back and forth, Rain and Aurora and Cirrus he's pretty sure, and he thinks about joining them but that's not who he's looking for, and they'll tell him off for trying to get them worked up. He huffs and returns to his bunk. He considered getting himself off, decides it'd be sad, and reconsiders, but once he starts it doesn't go anywhere, so much so he falls asleep with his dick still in his hand and nothing to show for it.

He wakes up sore and, more annoyingly, soft, but it's fine. It'll all be worth it after all this riling up their snappy fire ghouls pays off. He'll have Dew pressed up against all the furniture in their shared hotel room tonight, pretty whines and pleas spilling from his lips. Swiss gives himself a passive stroke but realizes pretty quickly it's not happening. He tucks himself away with a groan and joins the growing cacophony of noise in the kitchenette.

He goes out of his way to spend his day with Dew. He touches him at every possible moment, nips at his ears and neck, culminating in promising Dew he'll braid his hair before they go on tonight and pulling just a little too hard, a little too much like the way that gets Dew gasping in the bedroom. Dew doesn't react to him besides the occasional grumble or blind swat at his balls (he only lands once to Swiss's relief, he still wants those to work thank you very much), but he knows the little fire ghouls. This is all building up inside him and it's only a matter of time before he snaps.

His plan is looking up. Dew's just starting his solo in Watcher and he takes the chance. Strides across the stage, up the stairs once again. Dew doesn't jump this time. He worries for a quick moment he's become predictable until he remembers fully what he's about to do. There's no way anyone could have predicted this one.

He wraps a hand around Dew's tiny waist, placing it carefully to make sure the size of it is really on display. He sneaks his other one under the Stratocaster. He takes it slow, methodical. He wants to make sure the fans catch this one as much as he wants to get Dew squirming. He didn't plan for it, but the first thing he does is pull at Dew's fly. The ghoul in his arms lifts his guitar, a challenge, and Swiss has never backed down from a challenge. Again, decision-making is not his strong suit. He jerks his hand up and down, the crude motion unmistakable. He bites into his shoulder again, a little harder to make sure Dew feels it through the ridiculous layers of their uniforms. The fans go wild. He has to use all his strength not to grind into Dew's back. The press of Dew's guitar, the way it traps his hand must be intentional. Dew's going to be fucked up about this for a while.

He also hadn't planned to slap his ass as he walks away but it just feels right. Half reward, half promise for later. He falls more than climbs down the stairs but who can blame him? his mind is anywhere but here.

The rest of the ritual happens on autopilot. His brain's too busy planning for tonight, wondering if he can get Dew to make him come first so he can leave without affording Dew anything. Then he'd really be mad, would barge into Rain and Phantom's room where Swiss would claim he's sleeping instead and all three of them could take him apart. The thought makes him groan, glad he's on his knees for Aurora at the moment so he doesn't accidentally do it down his microphone. He tries to scoot a little closer to her but she blocks him with a strong hand on his head and he swears he could come on the spot. Ok, maybe this one little fantasy was affecting him. A little. He could hardly be blamed though, not after watching Dew fumble around and make a mistake later in the show that Swiss smirks at. Not after seeing the little fire ghoul standing a little straighter than normal, pressing his guitar a little tighter to his body.

He can practically feel the rage coming off Dew during bows, even halfway across the stage. He can definitely smell it, smokey and sharp to his nose, a warning to anyone smart enough to listen.

Swiss gives just enough space to Dew in the green room to make the little fire ghoul think the way their hands touch when they both reach for the wipes is an accident. He definitely didn't mean to catch Dew's waistband and pull a little while they change, it's just kinda small in here he murmurs.

Dew closes himself into his bunk immediately on the short bus ride to the hotel. Swiss thinks about joining him up there, but the warning glare he gets from the girls at the table stops him in his tracks. He pleads for permission with his eyes but they aren't giving in. Fine, he doesn't need to work Dew up anymore anyway, the fire ghoul is doing a fine job of that on his own.

And despite being the only one not waiting around at the front of the bus, he's the first one off when they reach the hotel. He barely waits for the bus to stop moving before he's storming off toward their room. Swiss tries his best to hide his smirk so he won't have to get lectured by the girls that he should just leave it alone. He knows somewhere deep down that they're always right but he can't help it. His base instinct is to annoy Dew, it's just a perk that it usually ends in fucking him absolutely silly.

He pushes the door open tentatively and pointedly ignores the way Dew snaps his fangs. Swiss throws his stuff down on his side of the bed and starts stripping down to his boxers. Dew stands up and slams the bathroom door closed behind him.

"Dewy, you can't hide forever," Swiss lilts. He lays himself out on the bed, spreading his legs to show off the chubbed-up bulge under the thin material. Dew grunts. Something clatters to the ground.

"I know you've been desperate for this sweetheart. Couldn't help from stumbling up thinking of me huh?"

"That wasn't because of you dumbass, it's because all my guitars are fucking broken!" Dew snaps and slams the door open. Usually, an excuse like that would be grit between teeth, a terrible lie they can both see through. But this time he's loud, angry in a different way, and Swiss backs up when he recognizes the slight tremor behind it.

"Dew I-" Swiss starts, but Dew huffs and finally turns to him. His eyes are glowing, his glamor barely kept at bay, but the look in them is still bored, calculating. Not quite the wide-eyed desperation he was expecting. He sits up a little and palms at himself without thinking about it. Dew rolls his eyes and crosses his arms.

"You're the one that couldn't control yourself. If you really need it that bad get over here, on your knees, that's it." Swiss throws himself off the bed. He doesn't know what's come over him. Aether had told him once about "mean Dew" but he thought it had just been a lie the two made up to make the fire ghoul seem impressive. The reality is so much worse, it makes Swiss kneel at his feet without a second thought. He tries to palm at himself again for a little relief but Dew kicks his hand away before he can.

"Dewy," Swiss whines. It's starting to hit him that maybe this wasn't as good of a plan as he thought, but Dew's mean laugh makes him shiver, makes his hips jerk, and he knows he won't regret it either.

So, my eyes just bugged out, like. Am I tripping right now? Is it just me?!!!!!

Sauce: ACCA: 13-Territory Inspection Dept.

His name is Pastis btw and I know shit about him. I literally just saw his face and went wtf.