* EL .
𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐀 𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐘 at the bar in mel’s diner, gazing wistfully out the window at the bustling streets . the library across main street already had bright red love hearts strung outside their doorway and stuck within their windows . gloves protects her mug of coffee, but from what, she wasn’t really sure, as her gaze drifts over to her nearest company . ❝ is it just me, or does it seem a bit much to begin decorating for valentine’s day already ? i mean, we still have like two weeks, ❞ the blonde shrugs, offering a sigh . ❝ it’s really such an overrated holiday, anyway . just an excuse to buy expensive sweets . ❞
STRAIN ACHES BEHIND DROOPING HUES ( and goddammit , he might have to actually see that optometrist ) when question piques his interest . auteur pulls himself away from what could ( pitifully ) be called a manuscript , blinks twice in owlish manner before he’ll proffer an answer . ❝ capitalism’s a helluva drug . ❞ he’s got half a mind to leave it at that , but haphazard smirk curls , lethargic , and he can’t stop himself . ❝ they gotta get ya’ high enough to buy a twenty - dollar box of chocolates . chuck a pink garland up , drink the koolaid . ❞
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❝ HOW DO YOU FEEL about takeaway tonight ? ❞ peers out from the careworn pages of favourite book ( birds have always comforted him when nothing else will ) , squints at eddie with a quirked brow / and oh , what a goddamned relief to have shed the preternaturally strange distance that pervaded early days of a rekindled friendship ! it’s not like their childhood , all rough - and - tumble and sunny days and skinned knees , but it’s something . ❝ i can do fajitas again but we had them , like , last week . plus , you said they tasted like donkey kong’s sweaty balls , so . . . ❞
* ♡ : eddie kaspbrak .
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I hate you.
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* JH .
laughter chimes out at his tease , spiking considerably when he twists around quick enough to make her jump and clasp hands over her lips . her eyes narrow playfully as her hands fall , revealing an admiring smile accompanied by a roll back onto her heels . a small blush flushes to her cheeks , her eyes immediately darting elsewhere as she spins away from him — mostly to conceal her embarrassment . ❝ yep . ❞ el shrugs casually , pacing over to the counter and claiming a place to ( not so ) casually lean on . ❝ why , miss me ? ❞ her sarcastic inquiry comes with a taunting grin … and then she realizes she probably should’ve thought of an actual reason to have shown up to work on her day off . one that didn’t divulge the story of a boring morning , lounging in various spots around her apartment and missing the company of a friend that made her feel less alone . ❝ i had to … pick up the schedule . ❞ eleven chimes quickly before she can even be questioned . it’s an obvious lie , she didn’t even think that it was up now , but … it was too late to reclaim the statement now . raising her eyebrows , her gaze falls again as she begins to play with her keys to occupy herself . suddenly hoping she’s not a bother to him , her lips purse and she wonders aloud , ❝ busy ? ❞
EVERY TIME HE LAYS EYES ON HER , heart skips a number of beats , turns itself inside out with the adoration that’s grown over it like ivy crawling upon an abandoned cottage ; metastasized into the hitch in his breath , moony film over his eyes , boyish smile that never fails once . ❝ oh , i always miss you when you’re not here . no one laughs at my jokes when you’re not here . ❞ painstaking honesty is hidden ( not well , if truth be told ) under warm laughter --- - mike flattens his spine against a wall , brow cocked and hues flitting between the clock and el . mention of roster has a groan rumbling through momentarily quieted atmosphere , followed by the dull thud of crown of a tousled head connecting with concrete . ❝ is it seriously up ? i thought it wasn’t out ‘til tomorrow . ❞ finally the clock ticks over , and combination of delight and neuroses flood into features as nimble fingers start to untie the apron tied flush around a thin waist . pearly teeth worry his lower lip for a moment ( fuck it man fuck it just ask her c’mon you can do it ) before it all tumbles out --- --- - ❝ i’m just finishing up , actually ; do you wanna , um , grab a milkshake or somethin’ ? ❞
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* JH .
𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 / @soureds .
days off were usually the high point of elevens weeks , the time she looked forward to . she didn’t have to wake up early if she didn’t want to , or push herself to socialize much , she could eat all the junk food she wanted and watch as many old westerns and romcoms that the days would allow . the last place she ever expected to be during these days was mels diner , the same place she was every other day … and yet , today , she found herself aimlessly walking back there . el was greeted by coworkers the second she walked through the employees only back door , offering them small greeting smiles when spoken to as she made her way through the back , clearly with a destination in mind . ❝ mike ? ❞ el called curiously , searching through the familiar presences until her gaze claimed wavy , raven hair . smiling to herself , she danced towards him until her toes were planted behind his heels . popping herself up onto her tiptoes , el reached from behind to fold her hands in front of his eyes . ❝ guess who ! ❞
A QUIET HUM BUZZES LAZILY in the beginning of a sore throat , something soft and almost inaudible ; ( work sucks , i know . she left me roses by the stairs , surprises let me know she cares ! ) mind’s been kept awfully busy with the lunch rush , just enough for him not to notice the hole where gaping presence that he’s come to crave during shifts should be --- - it’s true that you find home in curious places : wouldn’t expect to find desperately - needed sense of ease in an industrial kitchen , but it happens ! gangly frame pauses for just a moment , stops to brush loose curl from tired hues and to heave a muffled sigh . ( body aches something fierce , and all he wants is to --- - ) --- --- - dolor stops cold when vision goes dark and a familiar voice chirps just behind his ear , & the resulting grin is entirely embarrassing / less of a twenty - year old and more of a twelve - year - old when dimples etch themselves deep and laughter veers into fatuous tones . ❝ who could it possibly be , huh ? is it . . . joe , the delivery man ? ❞ and screw hesitancy , screw it all : he’ll whirl round , one fluid motion to offer her a truly lovelorn smile ! ❝ hey , you . aren’t you off today ? ❞
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PEER PRESSURE IS A FUCKING DISEASE and you’re all horrible horrible people for making me pick up one of my all - time favourite characters & rewatching season 2 of gilmore girls . . . smh at all of u ! shame !
jess mariano . gilmore girls .
i think about him at least twice a day so this ? a fucking cakewalk .
i’m pulling jess from a little bit later in his arc ; it’s in the midst of his truncheon days , a little bit after he’s written the subsect . he’s established himself as a writer and as a publisher by this point , emotionally matured ( just a little bit of emotional maturity , as a treat ) and kind of gotten his shit together . he’s not the angry , angsty teenager that rocked up in stars hollow , that’s for sure .
in saying that , that emotional unpredictability ? still there . early life wasn’t kind and having a weirdo mother and an absent father leaves its scars , no matter how many therapists you scowl at . most days he’s good , but he does have his moments where he shuts down .
his memories are fuzzy , to say the least . he remembers growing up in an odd little town , with a grumpy man he’s pretty sure was an uncle . he remembers long brown hair and big blue eyes and falling so painfully in love that it broke her arm and his heart in the process . he remembers running . he can’t remember specifics , but he’s sure he could recall a face if it came wandering up to him , making wisecracks and pop culture references .
if u haven’t guessed , i’m team jess n rory all the way soz
life in storybrooke is kind to him , though . he’s working on his next great american novel , occasionally reading through manuscripts sent his way . he’s got himself into a relationship ( kind of / that on/off connection ?? this is it pls msg me bc i want it so bad ) , rents a nice little apartment , he’s kinda getting it together . he’s still driving that godawful car he bought when he was eighteen , barely able to scrape money from jobs he genuinely can’t remember working to buy it from someone he can’t remember all too well .
i love him very much even though i can’t write an intro for shit
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* LP .
“so this is going to sound…absolutely RIDICULOUS…” the witch began as she approached the other, chuckling softly as she tucked strands of red hair behind her ear, “but i’m playing my very first game of muggle truth or dare and i was just dared to kiss you. care to help me win?”
❝ MUGGLE ? ❞ almost has to ask for a repeat of question ; periwinkles blown wide and jaw juts ever - so - slightly ajar , like gentle tones have sucked whatever air is left from his lungs ! ❝ um --- - you mean , like , harry potter kind of muggle ? ❞ nervous chuckle comes off hollower than he intended , a harsh discordant sound whilst he rakes thin hand through unruly curls . ❝ uh , sure . i mean , i guess . ❞
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BLOWS A KISS 2 THE DASH ! gracing you with a truly unnecessary presence / my name’s harry & i’m here to write dumbass shit n send the worst memes u may have ever seen ! anywhom , under the cut you can find tidbits ( and i do mean tidbits , shit is not long ) about both stanley david uris and michael alexander wheeler , dickheads who own my heart . clickity - clack on that wee heart n i’ll come annoy u for plots perhaps !!
stanley david uris . stephen king’s it .
just tryna get through a single day without a breakdown . it’s not going well .
stan remembers his friends , & that’s about it . he doesn’t remember ( rather , he doesn’t want to remember ) pennywise , or any of that bullshit . he’s convinced that he met the losers at a bar mitzvah , torah group , detention , etc . etc . , and he’s fine with that . everytime someone brings up the clown bullshit he’s just convinced they’re tripping acid again .
#can you say religious guilt ? devoted religious activity promptly ceases after that speech . yes , it’s been eating away at him for years . no , he doesn’t regret it for a minute .
currently a business student and fucking hating it . it’s hardly what he really wants to do --- - thing is , he doesn’t really know what he wants to do , besides roller - skate into his therapist’s office and tell her about his latest fucked - up dream about a sewer . so , in the meantime ? business school .
works at the local cinema and lets his friends in for free . as it is , he’s that close to being out of a job . this month alone he’s snuck them into too many movies to count .
sarcastic , wisecrackin’ , birdwatchin’ baby . when he’s super stressed he’ll go sit in a park and look at birds until his blood pressure’s slowly creeping down from the low 200s .
michael alexander wheeler . stranger things .
mike remembers everything , and he’s fuckin’ pissed . when you’ve got no answers as to what the fuck even happened during most of your childhood and now you’re stuck in bumfuck nowhere , maine , being fuckin’ pissed is a natural reaction .
tried to get out of town precisely five times . every time , he’s come back angrier than before . he wants to get the fuck out of dodge pronto , but dodge isn’t so fond of the idea .
in the meantime , he’s gotten himself a job at mel’s diner , studies film , tries desperately to find any sense of normalcy in a life he hardly recognises . misses his fucking friends . misses his family . got a dog , because why not ?
hosts little movie nights with friends , most of which involve loud , persistent commentary . you can throw pillows at him all you like , but he won’t ever shut the fuck up about bruce the shark when jaws is playing .
still a gigantic fucking nerd , but that’s a given . dnd isn’t the same without the party , but magic ! the gathering’s been a fun alternative . loves his video games , but he’s always more for pokemon nerd than first - person shooters . he’ll still go and hang round arcades for the games and the nostalgia that quietens some of the aching in the pit of his stomach .
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