#and everyone keeps telling me to try skittles

[st4rb3rr13s]

CEO!Eren head canons

Girl yesterday I had no motivation to write 😭😭 I still don’t so we just gonna do headcanons for now !!

CEO!Eren has NO hoes. I mean, yes many girls would try to get his number (for the money and the looks) but he’d always decline. He could always see right through them.

CEO!Eren’s day to day is very consistent. He first wakes up, gets ready before making coffee (straight up black coffee). He’ll go to work, go to the cafe near his practice for lunch before going back to work. When he gets off he orders Chinese food then watch’s a show before falling asleep.

CEO!Eren owns a hospital. It used to be owned by his father who retired shortly after Eren paid his student debts and got practice in the medical field.

CEO!Eren is very independent but forgets a lot of things. He has to have a planner and note books to write down all his information or he’ll forget it. He forgot a lunch with his mom once and got an ear full.

CEO!Eren never thought he’d fall in love with someone until he met you. (I already wrote how y’all met.(link))

CEO!Eren who doesn’t tell you his job at first and acts like he’s broke. He’ll sometimes even complain about how much money he spent that week just to play the act . (But some how pays for expensive dates and gifts for you?? Very sketchy.)

CEO!Eren who is scared when he tells you his job. He’s been used several times because of it, people being too nice and begged too much. He just doesn’t want to be used again.

CEO!Eren who invited you to his condo for it to come out. (You found out by his office, and it gave it away.) He was shocked when you never mentioned it and kept your same personality.

CEO!Eren who got into an argument with you over something little. He felt bad so he decided to send you dozens of roses so you could forgive him. (He also gave you dick but that’s for another time.)

CEO!Eren who praises you for the little things. You gifted him, his favorite drink?? He’s all over you. You made him a painting to put on his wall?? He can’t stop smiling at the painting. Anything you do for him, he’s obnoxious about. (He’d call Armin and tell him about it.)

CEO!Eren’s friend Armin who goes on double dates with you. His girlfriend is so sweet and loves talking to you. She gives you advice about how annoying people can be about the relationship and how to ignore it. (Armin owns an engineering company, owns a lot of buildings.)

CEO!Eren who takes you to parties, you two catch everyone’s eyes. (You two always look so classy)

CEO!Eren who’s world was changed when you showed him chai tea latte. He’d love how sweet it is and not so bitter. Honestly gives it a 10/10 and drinks only chai tea lattes.

CEO!Eren who loves sour foods. He’d love anything sour. Sour candy is his go to for long car rides. His favorite is sour skittles because they’re just so sour. If he doesn’t have to close his eyes because of how sour something is, it’s not for him.

CEO!Eren who loves watching shows with you. It’ll be you two’s show, and if you watch it without him, be prepared for “cheating” allegations. He’d say some stupid shi like “What round were y’all on, 9th, 10th?”

CEO!Eren who would make “cheating” allegations after not texting him back after 10 minutes. The first text message would be something like “Just got off of work, see you soon my love❤️” to “Hope you two are using protecting❤️” LIKE BITCH I WAS IN THE SHOWER??

CEO!Eren who would love to tease you about every little thing. You drop your phone? Ok clumsy. You trip? He’d be worried for a second before laughing his ass off. Nothing in this world makes him laugh harder than you.

CEO!Eren who is convinced on paying for everything. Especially when you move in. Everything is on him. Like yes, he wants you to keep your job, but he wouldn’t want you to spend your hard earned money. (Like nigga are you calling me broke??)

CEO!Eren who bought a house for his mom so she can be by herself once and a while. (Would not buy his dad a house because he doesn’t deserve it.)

CEO!Eren who can’t stop staring at you. He thinks your the prettiest thing he’s ever seen, how could he not stop staring at you?? You’re just gorgeous.

CEO!Eren who loves Cinnabon. He loves the lemonade from Cinnabon because it’s just so sour, and cinnamon buns would go so good with it. (Sometimes you wonder if he loves Cinnabon more than you(He always says Cinnabon is one, ur second))

CEO!Eren EATS. This nigga will eat so much and still be hungry. Eats off of your plate too if y’all are out. That “rich people don’t eat a lot” is bull shit to him. If he rich, he gonna eat. Point blank period.

CEO!Eren and his mom who works in a soup kitchen on Sundays. He likes giving back because his mother would tell him how hard she had to work for herself when she was younger, and ate out of a lot of soup kitchens.

CEO!Eren’s sister who teases the hell out of you two. You two are holding hands, and Mikasa sees. Mikasa, our girl? Oh nah y’all better stop doing that premarital shit.

CEO!Eren’s sister, Mikasa, who hates when someone makes a comment about you. You think Eren is mean?? His sister?? Oh lord. Don’t let someone talk bad about you in front of her, or she’s going off. And she does it in a classy way too, which makes it even worse. She’ll eat every time.

CEO!Eren who invests in stock so his children can be comfortable when they’re adults and when he’s long gone. (His stock worth is too high atp.)

CEO!Eren who goes on a shopping spree with you every month. He wants to do it more but is often busy. Anything you look at he’ll buy, even would buy a store at the mall to store your items if you asked.

I’m done. Hope y’all liked<3

#eren jaeger #eren yeager #eren x reader #eren aot #aot eren #aot x black reader #eren x black reader #snk x black reader #eren x y/n #aot x black y/n #snk x black yn #eren x black y/n #eren fluff #eren headcanons #st4rb3rr13s #st4rb3rr13s approved

[sleepershell]

truth or dare

synopsis y/n convinces the Skittles to play truth or dare. It's all fun and games until Reggie doesn't like your answers. He storms out and, when you go to confront him, he's forced to admit how he feels.

Word count 1309

note loosely based on a prompt I saw @sufferingstarlight write from.

warnings a little sad, angst, mention of death eaters/the dark mark, some swearing

pairing Regulus Black x reader (no pronouns I think? Although I was writing it thinking f! Reader)

I couldn’t believe I’d convinced all these pureblood wizards to play a muggle game. But there they were, all my friends, sitting around me and playing a game of truth or dare. Evan charmed a Hufflepuff girl into giving us some weed for free, and we’d smoked it outside before running giggling back to the Slytherin common room. The seventh years all left at the first sight of us. They probably knew we were in the mood to start some trouble. 

It was never hard to sneak Dora in anymore, although that probably had something to do with Regulus’ clout among our housemates for being a Black. Or maybe our housemates’ fear of him being a Death Eater. Either way, it worked out well for us. Dora was leaning against Reg, her long legs splayed in front of her. I was in a similar position, my top half leaning on Cas so she could play with my hair. It was the most euphoric feeling in the world to have her hands in my hair, especially when I was high. Evan was between Cas and Reg, while Barty sat between Dora’s and my feet. It was a good position, since I could give him a good kick whenever he said something stupid. With all that brain of his, one would expect him to say less dumb shit. 

I was just recovering from a fit of laughter at Evan’s last confession when Cas asked “y/n, truth or dare?”

“Hm,” I pretended to think. Normally I would love a good dare but, knowing Cas, she’d try to give me something she knew I’d struggle with. No one quite knew how to push my buttons like my best friend. “Truth this time.” I cracked my knuckles for effect. 

“Alrighttt.” I could feel the vibrations in her chest as she spoke. “If you could kiss any of the boys at school, who would it be?” 

My stomach dropped. Of course, she still had found a way to torture me. Oh, that girl was going to get jinxed later. She’d never be able to sleep safely in our room again. There was no way I could tell the truth. It would be painfully embarrassing to admit who I really, really wanted to kiss in this group. I wouldn’t live it down. Barty was wagging his eyebrows at me, and Evan looked equally interested in my answer. I was always so careful to keep who I liked close to my chest, though I suspected everyone already knew. I had to think of something before the length of time got way too suspicious. I let a glance fly over at Reg. Like always, he just stared at me, eyes blank, a slight furrow in his brow. I should say Sirius. Then maybe he’d actually react to me for once. Then maybe I’d know how he felt. Saying Potter might hurt him even more… But I couldn’t do something like that to him. 

“Uh, Remus, I guess.” I shrugged. 

Barty wrinkled his nose at that. “That boring friend of Sirius’?”

“He’s not boring,” I protested, “he’s… nice.” 

A scoff from Regulus. 

 I sat up straight, ready for a fight. “Is there something you want to say?”

“Nope.” Cocky asshole.

“Fine.” I crossed my arms. “Reggie: truth or dare?” 

“Truth.” His dark eyes were still blank but I could see tension in his lips. 

“Who in school would you kiss?”

He shook his head with a small laugh. “This muggle game is ridiculous.” 

All at once he was standing and stalking out of the common room with the haughty grace typical of all the Blacks. Pandora looked shocked when he disappeared from beside her and nearly fell over. Other than she and I, everyone gave a collective shrug. It wasn’t out of character for Reg to leave so abruptly, to get rumpled over nothing. But this time I hopped up from my spot as well. He couldn’t just leave like that. 

“Where are you going?” Evan asked. 

“I’m going to find that fucker.” I called back over my shoulder.

“Oh boy.” I could hear them all break out into laughter as I slammed the door behind me.

Regulus wasn’t hard to find. When I didn’t see him in the dungeons I knew where else to look. It was late in an October evening, and I had to wrap my arms around myself as I followed the edge of the Black Lake. There was no moon above, the only reflections cast on the water from the monolith of a castle behind me. So many days we’d spent out on the bank of the lake, on the side closest to the Forbidden Forest. There was nowhere else he’d go.

And there was Reg, pacing back and forth, his hands held out in front of him grasping the cold air. Strong hands. Piano hands. Writing hands. Hands I’d almost reached out for so, so many times. He appeared suspended in an argument with nothing.

I held my tongue until I was near, but had to speak when my presence wasn’t acknowledged. That close, I could finallyI see emotion on his face. Twisted up and white as a sheet. 

“Reg, tell me what’s going on.” My voice was soft, barely more than a rasp. 

“Nothing.” Still not a glance at me, though he’d stopped pacing. His chest was heaving as if he’d been yelling. “Go back inside, y/n.” 

He loved to give orders. As if anyone had any reason to obey him. 

“I’m not going anywhere.” The words flew out of me with a bite, and he looked up as if he’d been slapped. Maybe my tone was too close to his dreadful mother’s for comfort. But I couldn’t worry about that. We’d been playing pretend for too long. “Do you have a problem with Remus or do you have a problem with me?”

He scoffed again, his eyes up to the moonless sky. “You have no idea what I’ve got going on.” He always had to play superior. Always had to play prince. 

“Salazar, Regulus, I’m not a bloody idiot! Do you think that little of me?” 

He glared down at me, his eyes glistening. I took a step closer. The gap between us was so small I could feel his breath. 

“Either you’re jealous and you want me or you don’t and you’re the blood purity asshole Black family heir you want everyone to think you are. Just say which.” 

“Stop.” He shook his head at me.

“I’m already in. You can’t scare me away.” 

“Please stop.” Head still shaking. 

“I am in love with you, Regulus. I won’t take it back because it’s true and you can’t ignore it anymore.”  I could see the water welling in his lower lids. It was in mine, too. 

“We can’t,” he breathed. 

My hand, out of reflex more than anything else, lifted to his chin. I brushed my thumb along his bottom lip. He didn’t shy away from my touch like he had so many times before. 

“Please walk away.” There was so much desperation in those eyes. “Please.” 

“Why?”

He grasped his sleeve and wrenched it up. I didn’t have to look; I already knew. 

“If I have to take the mark myself, I will. Anything. Anything.”

“Fuck,” he sobbed, the tears finally falling. He let himself fall forward with them, our foreheads bumping against one another. 

“You love me.” I didn’t ask, but it was a question. A desperate question I’d asked myself about him a million times before. Does Regulus Black love me like I love him?

A nod that shook my own head with it. His red-rimmed eyes bore into me. “I love you.”

I moved my hands to cup his face on either side. “You never told me your answer.” 

And then I felt the softness of his lips on mine. 

xx

#regulus black #regulus arcturus black #oneshot #fanfic #fanfiction #marauders #harry potter #regulus black x reader #regulus x reader #angst #so much angst #self insert #jealousy #slytherin #love #💤🦪 #🐍 #friends to lovers #star crossed lovers

[sweetestdesire]

Hello lovely these are all very random I’m sorry

- the introducing his gf made me think, jack would introduce you to everyone as my brynn.

- Jack uses lots of emojis when he’s texting you BUT it’s the most random emojis he can think of, and often they don’t (or do in mysterious ways) relate to the actual message.

- Each Christmas jack buys you matching fuzzy socks, makes you wear them and then ends up discarding his because he gets too hot, only for them to yet again go cold and then try to warm his feet under your ass where you’re sitting on the couch.

- Jack keeps a lil list of all your favourite things, but after you’ve been together for a few months he stops paying attention to it bc he knows everything by heart now.

- Sometimes he likes to scroll through it though, because it reminds him of the very start of your relationship and how nervous he was to get everything right.

- He comes with you to hair appointments. Complains the entire time. Then ooh’s and ahh’s when you’re done and he’s making you do a little twirl.

- Jack gives me easily gets hangry vibes, but he always makes sure those moods doesn’t affect you, and when you give him a lil snack (bc obvi you know him by now) he gets the cutest little smile on his face.

- Jack slaps your ass (maybe your boobs too) and mutters ‘mine’ under his breath each time.

- When he’s on Roadies he sends goodmorning, goodnight, good mid afternoon, good dinner time, basically sends you texts throughout the entire day with the most random uses of good (like that one time he wrote ‘good I just saw a squirrel time).

- Oh also if he’s on Roadies, his teammates chirps him for peeing a lot, but really he’s sneaking off to talk to you.

- Sends you random flowers and has them delivered everywhere. Your apartment, your work, your gym (how he managed that is still a mystery), your parents house when you’re there, your friends houses when you’re there, etc.

- Knows he’s bad a communicating sometimes, so he leaves lots of love notes.

- Sometimes if you ask “how much do you love me” for fun or maybe because you’re a little insecure that day, he’ll ever be completly serious or a little goofy (more than there are skittles in the world) depending on what he thinks you need.

- when you tell him about your day at work he will always, without fail, listen intently and ask for more in depth info on something you say.

- If someone was mean to you (or gross) at work he’ll be so angry so quick and you almost have to nail him to the ground to get him from storming over and kicking that persons ass.

- Pda? You betcha. Everywhere, anytime, all the time. He wants to show you off, show that you’re his, and also he just can’t help himself when he’s close to you.

- A little inappropriate sometimes, tho, like when his hand wont leave your backside even tho his parents are right there.

- He loves and hates lake house time. Loves bc he has you in his favourite place for so long and he gets to relax with you and wake up with you every day. Hates bc there are people around all the time when really he just wants to walk around naked with you.

- Def asks for your bra strap as a bracelet.

- Pre game naps are sacred and the only times you guys do not do it is on roadies. Still then, you fall asleep on FaceTime with him.

Okay, so this is so fine. I’m totally okay. This is fine, and I’m not crying. Except that I am crying. I had such a shit day at work and have been waiting to cry all day, and this beautiful headcannon is what pushed me over the edge.

This is all I ever want in life. Jack is such boyfriend material and everyday would be an adventure with him. I’m absolutely going to be rereading this at least a hundred times. 🥺

#sobbing and clasping my hands to my heart over this #i love him with all my heart #jack hughes #answered 💌 #my mutuals my loves 💗

[klausinamarink]

One Kid Gone, Another Up and Vanished (part 7)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 next: Part 8

spoilers but a phone call gets through!

“You’re a thousand percent sure?”

Mike groans as he checks down the school halls, “Yes, Lucas. How many times do I gotta tell you that?”

“Well, maybe until I’m positive that we’re not having a collective auditory hallucination or the weirdo isn’t tricking us.” Lucas crosses his arms. Beside Dustin, El mutters “auditory hallucination” to herself with furrowed eyebrows.

“You guys hear that?!” Dustin exclaims too loudly, earning equally loud shushes. “Sorry, but El just said a scientific word without mispronouncing it! She really does have superpowers…”

“Not now, Dustin.” Mike hushes as they finally get to the AV club. He unlocks the door and lets everyone inside after peeking in. He guides El to sit in front of the radio while Lucas and Dustin turn it on.

Dustin won’t lie - he’s super excited to see El use her powers for the radio. He couldn’t believe it when she made Will’s voice come out. Will! Alive and singing!

But he’s still confused over Mike’s news of Will being with someone named Eddie. Eddie who? is their biggest question but El can’t say because she doesn’t know his last name or how to describe him.

“He’s a friend.” She keeps telling them.

Dustin prays it’s not Eddie Tremblay from fifth grade. The little sucker doesn’t deserve to be Will’s new friend after his football landed on their rocket project last month.

“Aaaand we’re in!” He announces, hopping behind El. Mike and Lucas squish against him even though they clearly have much more space.

El closes her eyes and listens to the whining static. Then the static changes through channels, voices quickly overlapping until they get more comprehensive. Then the voices get compressed into six, four, two-

“-Control to Major Tom..”

Dustin shoots his hand forward and grabs one of the speakers. But so does Lucas and Mike and now they’re slapping each other’s hands until Lucas finally takes it and yells, “Will, can you read us? Over!”

“‘Your circuit’s dead, there’s something wrong..’”

At the sound of the second person, Dustin’s first thought is oh thank God, it’s not Tremblay. Then his second thought is hm, this Eddie guy sounds kinda cool. Then his third thought is oh my god, we gotta talk to Will!

“Will! Do you copy? Over!”

“Will, where are you?”

“You feeling a bit better so far?”

“Tell Eddie we’re saying hi! Who is he? Over!”

“I’m getting cold again..”

“Me too. C’mon here.”

“Will! We’re right here!”

“How the hell are they not hearing us?”

“I wish I could go home…”

“So do I…”

El gives out a painful gasp and the radio explodes into flames. Dustin manages to extinguish it before the rest of the room catches, but the fire alarm goes off.

They all stare at the now-ruined transmitter, their only chance of connecting with Will and his mysterious new friend.

—

Eddie’s definitely missing.

It’s a fact that Jeff grows more sure of every day since Wayne Munson had asked him for Eddie’s secretive hideouts.

He keeps trying to ignore the seed of dread in his stomach, but it’s impossible now with the slightly somber atmosphere in the school after the morning announcement of Will Byers’ death. The fact that Eddie hasn’t shown up for classes or in the cafeteria again today isn’t helping either.

“If Munson’s still gonna be on his bender, he should’ve at least cancelled this week’s session.”

Jeff takes a half-open Skittles bag from Maya’s tray and throws it at Evan, making the two members jump. Maya because those are her Skittles and Evan because the bag hits his chest making more pieces fly out on the table.

“Eddie’s not on a bender.” Jeff hisses at Evan. Across him, Frankie is giving him one of his Don’t-Make-This-Any-Worse looks.

Evan huffs and crosses his arms, “Oh, yeah? Then where the hell is he?”

“Definitely not on a bender of any kind!”

“Gee thanks, that clears things up.”

Jeff’s about to snap back, but Frankie discreetly kicks his leg with a warning glare. It might be a good call because Jeff doesn’t know what to say next. Another defence of Eddie, for sure, but nothing to quench the rest of the club’s antsy-ness.

“Maybe he’s gone to a concert. Like hitchhiked to Indy or Chicago?” Maya asks after picking up her spilled candy.

“But he has a van?” Daniel, the senior member of Hellfire and their current drummer, frowns pointedly.

“What concert could’ve he gone to? Is there even any band playing in this bum state?” Evan raises his eyebrows.

“I dunno, Dio?”

“They’re touring in the UK right now.” Frankie says. Jeff shoots him a bewildered look that’s the equivalent to screaming are you kidding me? Frankie gives him a Play-Along-With-It look.

“Well, that settles it.” Evan raps his knuckles on the table. “Munson’s saved a fucking ticket to the goddamned Iron Lady’s territory and is breeding chicks in Dio’s mosh pit as we speak.”

Jeff stands up, no longer feeling hungry. He throws his half-eaten sandwich at Evan. The other boy gives out a disgusted shriek as the mayonnaise hits and stains his shirt. “Dude! What-”

“Shame on you.” Jeff keeps his voice even, just quiet enough for only Hellfire to hear him. Maybe it would somehow reach Eddie wherever the hell he is right now. “The only good thing about Eddie being absent is that he isn’t ripping the skins off of you and your characters right now. Especially you, Evan.”

He stares Evan down, who visibly gulps. “Eddie took you in the club’s open arms because he saw you were a loner who needed the right people to hang out with or you would’ve been one of the bullies. And this is how you thank him?”

He looks at the rest of the members and points at them accusingly. “When Eddie comes back from whatever he’s doing, I hope that rest of y’all feel guilty for thinking he doesn’t care. Because he absolutely does.” Then he grabs his bag and leaves the cafeteria without a second thought.

Outside is chilly as usual and the breeze helps relax Jeff’s nerves. For a while at least.

He stands at the parking lot, trying to think what he should do when he hears someone running over. He looks up and groans.

“Frankie, leave me alone, man.”

“So you haven’t heard anything from Eddie?” Frankie’s voice isn’t accusing but his look might’ve been.

“No. Not since the band practice days ago.” Jeff walks away but Frankie still follows him. “Then his uncle came and asked if I knew any places Eddie frequents. I told you guys that already.”

“Doesn’t stop Evan’s stupid theories.” Frankie mutters.

“You should’ve shut him up!”

“Are you kidding? You did better than what I could’ve done.”

“Words are stronger than death looks.”

Frankie snorts. He goes quiet as they reach the end of the school parking lot. Then he says, “Are you going to search for Eddie?”

Jeff stops. Turns and stares at him. “Uh, yeah? I mean, from what he said, Wayne’s probably already doing that. So, I dunno, I’m probably gonna do the bare minimum. Like where am I going to look, dude?”

Frankie doesn’t answer. His face is strangely pale and looking at something behind Jeff. He follows his friend’s phase and feels the dread well up in his mouth when he sees a poster on a nearby telephone pole.

He doesn’t need a closer look to recognize the black and white photo of Eddie from two months ago grinning at him or the large word MISSING written in Sharpie above it.

He tries very hard not to notice that it’s stapled right below Will Byers’ already wrinkled poster.

It’s a very strong feeling to see your best friend’s missing poster a few days after you last saw him alive.

Jeff forces to tear his eyes away from Eddie’s captured monochrome cheeriness. “Know what? Fuck it. Let’s find him. Wanna start at the woods?”

—

There’s something about singing quietly in the nightscape hell mirror version of your bedroom that makes Eddie’s fingers twitch to jolt it down somewhere.

After the meltdown at the house, Will had grew more quiet. Eddie had rocked him until Will complained of motion sickness and then Eddie had held him even when they slept.

After piggybacking the kid and singing “Should I Stay Or Should I Go?” (at least until Eddie admitted death by earworms and convinced a change to “Space Oddity”) on the way back to Forest Hills, Will seemed to be back in his original spirits. Still quiet but no longer on the verge of tears next to Eddie. Although his coughs started to sound more wet and shook his small frame like a leaf.

Eddie prays to god that he can speak to Wayne this time. He hopes his uncle to come up with a cooler code system than Mrs. Byers and maybe get them out somehow.

But the trailer is quiet, save for Will’s whistled breathing as he sleeps in Eddie’s arms, the old itchy quilt cocooning them both. He has to stay up. Keep a lookout for the demogorgon in this hell land and for Wayne in the real world. But he feels so tired. If he can rest his eyes for just a moment…

The sound of muffled crying wakes him up.

—

The longer Wayne stares at the posters, the bigger the impulse to rip them up grows.

After Hopper left, he had went back inside and started on making the Missing posters for Eddie. The hardest part of it had been trying to find the right photo of his nephew and he had held back tears at how much Eddie had grown. How happier he looks.

He had printed copies at the library, keeping his head down from curious and pitying eyes. Christi Waldon was nice enough not to charge him for the fees.

Then he started putting the posters up and Wayne had felt like he was making a mistake.

Nobody never said anything how difficult it is to go around town again, putting a poster with your child’s face silently begging strangers who may disliked them to find them, and to do all of this without the police helping.

Wayne had printed 100 copies. He only managed to put up 18 of them before it became too much and hurried home.

Now there’s a pile of 82 posters with Eddie’s face staring up at him on the table. Wayne can’t bring himself to rip them up no matter what his mind demands it. He has a new superstition that if he does, Eddie will never be found alive.

He checks the time. Seeing it’s only after six, he sighs heavily and takes out his cigarette. He’s briefly overcome with the memory of catching a fourteen year old Eddie trying to smoke and how his smart cookie of a nephew swallowed the lit cigarette, immediately threw up, and sobbed while Wayne had to sit down so he wouldn’t break his own ass from laughing so far. After they’d both calmed down, Wayne showed him how to smoke properly and said-

He said…

What did he say?

Something erupts from his mouth. He clamps a hand over, suddenly worrying that he just got sick. But there’s no taste of bile. Only wet salt. He takes his hand off and, ah. He’s crying.

Wayne gives a wet laugh. Then it gasps into another sob. He covers his mouth again, unable to hold the tears back.

Above him, the lights flicker.

It feels almost comforting.

Wayne sniffs, watching as the bulbs hang on to its dear life of electricity. Then one of the lamps next to the couch start flickering as well. Slow and rhythmic.

The sadness does go away, but it makes Wayne feel the back of his neck hairs stand up.

—

Eddie drops his hand from the lights, stomping over to the phone. “Fuck this, now’s the chance.”

Will glances at him from where he’s crouching by the lights, still tired from being jostled awake so soon, “Eddie?”

He turns to him and says, “Little Byers the Vanished, how does one make a landline in the Vale of Shadows?”

“You, uh, just pick it up-”

Eddie does exactly that.

“Wait! It won’t even last-!”

—

The phone rings with a shrill.

Wayne snaps his head over to it. He’s breathing slowly, watching the landline like it’s his childhood spider.

The atmosphere in his trailer feels suddenly colder. As if there are ghosts present. Waiting.

The phone rings and rings until it gets to voicemail, his gruff message for the last decade. “You’ve reached the Munsons. Leave a message after the beep.”

There’s nothing after the beep.

Wayne looks at the lights again. The ceiling light has stopped but ones over the kitchen and door are flickering this time.

The phone rings again.

He stands up slowly, walking over to the phone. It rings louder to his ears now. He tries to ignore the sudden sense of a presence behind and beside him as he picks the phone up and holds it to his ear.

He hears static as if the caller has a bad connection.

He clears his throat and speaks, “Wayne Munson speakin’.”

The static crackles with some kind of harsh breathing. It’s loud to make Wayne cringe away and hang up-

“..Wayne..”

He freezes. The anxiety vanishes in an instant. “..Eddie?” He chokes out.

“..Wayne!”

“Oh my lord…” Wayne clutches the phone closer. “You’re alive, right? Eddie! Tell me where are you!”

“..I’m-”

The phone bursts into literal shock. He drops it with a yell and it clatters to the ground, dead.

That was him. That was Eddie’s voice.

Breathing raggedly, Wayne’s gaze snaps up to the lamps flashing maniacally. The air around him feels desperate and sinks down upon him. Anxiety comes back as quick as it comes, squashing on the brief spot of hope he felt.

“Nah, fuck this.” He mutters as he swipes his keys and runs out of the door. He can’t deal with more ghosts at this hour.

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“Nonono—NO!”

Eddie slams his hands against the lights too hard. The pulsing glass bulbs nearly crack under the pressure.

None of it stops the sound of the truck engine starting.

“Wayne, it’s me! Can’t you hear me?!” Eddie’s throat is already dry from screaming, but he doesn’t care about it. “UNCLE WAYNE! JUST STOP AND LISTEN TO ME!”

He runs outside to the ever barren yard. He tries not to think about Wayne leaving just like how his dad did in his very last visit. How he had tried to chase after his dad’s car until Wayne stopped him. How he had been a crying mess while Wayne told him that both of them will stay together from now on.

“WAYNE, PLEASE! YOU PROMISED TO STAY!”

The truck drives away, farther and farther. If Eddie can catch him-

His lungs constrict themselves again. He stumbles, scraping his knees and palms on the ground. He coughs, gulping in too many shaky breaths that almost tastes like glass shards. He calls out-

“Come back! Come back!”

It comes out as a hoarse whisper.

His throat hurts.

The truck disappears. The sounds of the trailers’ muted everyday life and his own painful wheezing replace it.

Eddie is vaguely aware of Will shuffling up next to him and wrapping his arms around his shaking shoulders.

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#hellfire club: oh man Eddie’s an asshole for ditching us #Jeff: YOU are all assholes for talking shit about him #eddie: (getting old traumas resurfacing at an usually bad moment in an alternate dimension with a child stuck to his side) this is fine :) #narration: he is not fine and it Gets Worse #yeah space oddity is on the nose for that bit but shhh #eddie and will in the upside down au #the party #jeff stranger things #unnamed freak stranger things #wayne munson #eddie munson #will byers #stranger things #klaus writes

[chaosfairy18]

On a roll today with Bumswiftery thoughts

So obviously no one can be a newsie forever. You get too old, you can't stay in the lodge anymore no matter how many blind eyes Kloppman is turning to anyone. So you need some idea what you want to do, and Bumlets has had it ever since Flipper has been coughing more and more, looking sick almost all the time. Maybe living in the countryside isn't a perfect solution, but he's sure it would help at least a bit and promises the kid they'd get out eventually, leave the city, live near the coast. (As coughs wrack the frail boy with no real explanation once more, deep in the night. "I promise we'll get out there, Phillip. You'll feel better.")

It becomes even more real as he gets closer to Skittery, sees his episodes first hand. He becomes paranoid, thinks he's being watched and everyone is looking at him, no matter how unlikely. After one of those nights where Swifty had to hold him down so he wouldn't hurt himself - or others - or even run and Bumlets gently talked him down it's the same promise he makes ("Somewhere clean and green and pretty like Jack always says." "You can't tell me you believe in Santa Fe-" "Never said New Mexico. Something closer. Just somewhere with less people, with more freedom to be ourselves. Don't you think it could help?")

And it takes a while, even Tumbler and Flipper are almost aged out when Bumlets, Skittery and Swifty find the money from their new jobs to scrape enough together to make it, but they do.

A while later they find a mostly broken little farmhouse in Pennsylvania, they can afford it, if barely, and start living as self-sufficient as they can. Eventually there are chickens, sheep, a vegetable garden and fields, though Swifty finds out he's allergic to hay and mostly keeps to the garden and herding the sheep. And, eventually, hunting. He has a steady hand and there was a day where he noticed that he's sitting at home, sewing, fixing clothes, tending to the garden, while the others are on the field and he wanted to feel more useful less like a housewife and went out. (Sometimes the comments from the townspeople, jokes about how one of them needs to do all the woman's chores get to him more than he lets on)

They don't go to the market often, but when they do they try to stick together. Skittery's paranoia is better, most days, now that there are less people, but one can never be sure. They get a cat (on Tumbler's insistence, he names her Skittles, you'll never guess who she reminded him of) and a dog, as per Flipper's request, for herding the sheep.

Most days it is great, most days they are happy, sometimes get visits from Kit and Kat (who missed Flipper and Tumbler), sometimes Spot comes with them to make sure they aren't any trouble (and if he's already there why not bring Race). But there are always bad days, no matter how well your intentions are.

It starts with Skittery more closed off than usual, clearly agitated by something. At a tiny argument about where to store some milk he snaps that they never truly love him and that they would eventually get tired or pretending to take care of him out of pity. Of playing house with him when they clearly hate him. The glass breaks and Bumlets, probably more harsh than he should have says. ("Vincent, clean that, I-" But he doesn't get farther as Swifty snaps as well. "I'm not your housewife. Ask me normally or do it yourself. I'm tired of... maybe Michael is right, maybe this is all just us playing something.")

They both storm off, Swifty in his sewing room - Bumlets can hear things breaking - and Skittery somewhere outside. Wondering for a second what he'd done, he runs outside, first seeing Flipper and Tumbler on the stairs, snapping at them to go to their room, then seeing Skittery go into the woods. He has to go after him, it's dangerous, it is getting dark but- He halts near the barn, suddenly overwhelmed. He sinks to the ground, breath getting erratic. Bumlets is tired of chasing after them, keeping everything together. He's exhausted.

But he loves them, punching the ground in frustration before collapsing even further, sobs wracking his body.

What if he only brought them pain, what if his great idea only hurt all of them in the end?

(Flipper later comes out to try and calm him down while Tumbler goes into the woods to find his brother. Bumlets goes, with Flipper, back into the house and first talks to Swifty, then they set out into the woods to find Skittery afterwards)

Whoops, more Angst

#newsies #92sies #bumlets newsies #skittery newsies #swifty newsies #tumbler newsies #flipper newsies #future fic #sad headcanon #honestly they are so sad here but I promise most of the time on the farm is good #bumswiftery #bumswiftery newsies

[justimagineok]

2:30 series - the after || part 9

Summary: One too sure, the other not that much. One focused on the present, the other too stuck on the past and afraid of the future. Both of them in love with each other.

warnings: none? really?

A/N: feedback is always appreciated! 🥰 feel free to reblog, comment or send me an ask at anytime 😊 oh.. part 10 will be posted tomorrow 08/01 . wait for it and buckle up. pun intended.

"Hello!" you wave to Jungkook as he parks in front of Haru's house. Jungkook smiled at you and picked up the small bag he had organized with his mother's kimchi and a few other things in it. 'Okay, Jungkook. let's not make this more akwardk than it needs to be. deliver the food, bow and get out. That's it. How hard can it be?', jungkook gave himself a pep talk before getting out of the car. ‘does she really have to look that good? it's Friday, right? what she has to do on a Friday night looking that pretty? like a date or something? does she have a date? no. it cant be. she told me i could come over.. what if shes goes on the date after i get out? im staying, thats it. i'm not going home. Haru can get me a place on her couch cause im staying. Oh my god, what is it with me and couches? I seriously need to stop sleeping on them, my back is fucked.'. He was still in the middle of his argument with himself when you gave up waiting for him on the porch and started walking towards him. Why were his eyebrows furrowed like that? And why did he look like he was in pain?

"Jungkook?" your voice startled him making him jump slightly. 'wait to go, Jungkook. very smooth'

"Hi," he gave you a half smile and fixed his posture. "Do you have a date?" he asked before his brain could do its job and tell him that this was not like a normal conversation.

"What?"

"What what?", Jungkook scratched his ear and blushed. 'Keep going, this is all very normal, dont worry'

"Kook, what's wrong?", you touch his arm and try to get his attention. "I dont have a date. Why would you ask that?", you look at your clothes and consider if they are too much for the occasion. You had intended to wear something simple to welcome Jungkook, but obviously it was too much. 'Well done, yn. very smooth'

"Well, you look like this and you are wearing the perfume I like, so I thought that maybe you had plans" Jungkook continued to mumble as his face grew redder and redder. You were even wearing heels. Low heels, but heels nonetheless. 'Why am I wearing heels? Oh my god. i wanna die'

The whole thing was just amazing to Haru, who was watching the whole thing from the living room windows. 'Oh my gosh, two morons in love. Did you really have nothing better to do tonight Haru? You are getting worse by the day, I swear to you',

"I'm wearing my regular clothes, Jungkook," you tried to sound non-chan, but you were as embarrassed as he was.

"No, you're not. I'm sure that's your 'date night' outfit. I remember it pretty well. I couldn't forget it." he grins before realizing his own words. 'jungkook. deliver dinner. bow. get out. no more words for tonight'

"I just didn't want to wear pajamas to greet you," you look back at yourself and point at him. "Not everyone looks good in pajamas, Jeon"

Jungkook laughed at your words, remembering the coffee night. "Maybe not everyone, but you sure can."

You're ready to make another snarky coment to make him laugh, but you hold back. You're acting like nothing's changed again. 'We're not doing that anymore,‘ you scold yourself. You hear the silence and so does Jungkook, who quickly notices your change of eyes.

"Here," he offered you the bag. "My mother also told me to tell you to drink water". You took the bag from his hand and bowed. His mother had to be the best mother you had ever seen in your entire life.

"I will, thank you," you quickly look inside and notice a few other things in the bag. "I also bought you some Skittles in case you want some dessert," Jungkook shrugs.

"Thanks, Jungkook," you bow again and Jungkook does the same.

'food delivered. bow done. now go. HOME.', Jungkook recalled his mission. You stand there waiting for him to leave so you can cry, eat kimchi and Skittles and cry some more, and Jungkook takes a step back, ready to go, as his mouth once again does the job before his brain can stop him.

"It'smybrother'sbirthdaythissaturday." he said so quickly it was almost impossible to understand. "My mom asked if you could come. She misses you. And Junghyun also said he'd would love to see you there."

"I... i don't think that would be a good idea, Kook."

Jungkook nods. "I think so too. But since when do we do things that seem like a good idea?" he laughs nervously. "And they all like you, you know? You shouldn't stop hanging out with them just because we broke up. We don't even have to be in the same place at the same time if it makes you uncomfortable."

"There's no reason for that, Kook"

"Then come to the birthday. Mom will be happy to see you there. My dad too." he assures you.

"He doesn't hate me?" you ask uncertainly.

"Why would he?" he asks curiously.

"I messed everything up, Kook. I screwed everything up.". Jungkook nods, understanding what you meant.

"You did mess things up," he states. "But you didn't screw anything up, YN. Not alone, at least. We both did. It's my responsibility too," Jungkook takes another step back. "I really have to go now, but I hope we can see each other there tomorrow."

You nod, still unsure of what to do.

"I missed you, YN. It was good to see you."

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[crowned-peony]

Akashi x reader fluff

(This is just pure self indulgent and super cheesy like the Hallmark movies it's based on)

Akashi comes to understand that life sometimes imitates art a little too well

Word Count: 1,665

How many movies could you realistically fit in a day? Maybe if you're lucky you can watch a few back to back. But the large pile of dvds in the living room table has Akashi regretting many things. Right on top of the pile was a bright pink paper covered in glitter that you just placed there not too long ago. He really has a hard time believing that the paper has survived so many years. One of three "Akashi Coupons" as you called them. Given to only people that have been able to beat him. Each of the three coupons were made by you and each one was made to be uniquely for the owner of the coupon. The coupon is a free pass for Akashi to basically grant one free wish. Kagami had claimed his almost immediately after getting it for a 1 v 1 match. The outcome of the match has never been revealed to anyone but you like to think it ended in a very close tie but Akashi has never given you a hint if the suspicion was right. Kuroko has said that he will redeem it when the time is right. And here you are redeeming yours the first Christmas you shared as a couple. You won your coupon when you both were children, at a simple game of goldfish. A secret you were sworn never to reveal. Everyone feared Akashi and for good reason but not once had he ever thought you less than him. You from the beginning were his one and only equal. The one that he will let share his crown and throne. 

“Why haven't you gone and changed yet? We can't start the marathon until you do! It's tradition!” You pouted and scolded him while coming out of the kitchen barely keeping the snacks in your arms from falling. He looked at the red and green plaid pajamas you were currently wearing and the ones that were folded up on the table. He signed. “Why can't I just stay in the ones I'm currently wearing? It won't change anything” he said as he tried to hide his dislike for them. “It's tradition!! Now go change!” you told him with a glare. The one redeeming the coupons request cannot be denied unless it's something illegal and dangerous. And wearing festive pajamas happens to fall into neither of those categories. He reluctantly gave up trying to persuade you and went to change. You didn't ask many things from him so there really wasn't a reason for him to be fighting this as he is.  

Once he was changed, he walked into your shared bedroom and grabbed a few of the blankets of the bed and two pillows. He also grabbed the lion squishmellow that you affectionately called Seijuro #2 as he walked out the room. He never understood why you liked to use the stuffed animal as a pillow and almost always carried it around the house but if he made you happy who was he to question it. He set the blankets down to your side of the couch and put the pillows on his and lazily hugged Seijuro #2 watching you as you tried to figure out the order of the movies. He barely could barely make out the mumbling but sounded like you were arguing with yourself what the best option was. After a few minutes he got up to look at all the piles you made. He stopped trying to figure out your logic when sorting things. One time you had a whole powerpoint ready trying to tell him that skittles were more closely sorted with MnMs than gummy bears and he just let you be. Looking around at the piles he picked up one randomly and handed it to you. “You wanna watch Kiss me on Candy Cane Lane?” you asked him and he just shrugged before going back and getting comfortable on the couch once again. 

“Are you sure this is one you wanna start with? Like want to look again?” 

“That one is fine. Just start it and come sit down if you want to watch a few of the movies” 

You didn’t try and ask him again and went to go put movie on before wrapping blankets around you both and curling up next to him and hugging Seijuro #2. You knew this movie like the back of your hand. Well if you see one movie you have seen them all. They all share the same cookie cutter plot but you couldn't help but love them and keep watching them. Someone is giving their all to a job that doesn't make them feel accomplished and go back home to celebrate holidays with family. Once back home in their small town, they run into the person they had a crush on before they left. A spark happens between them and slowly start hanging out more, getting into holiday spirit and slowly fall in love and just before they can confess comes the choice. Leave their successful job in some big city or stay in their small town with the one they love. The main character always chooses love and the story has a happy ending. Kiss me on Candy Cane Lane is no different. The only reason you had it high on your list was that you felt a connection to the love interests. You both felt that you wouldn't be enough for the one you loved so never acted on feelings and tried to keep them quiet until your saw your love at a low point, at a point were they lost themselves in an attempt to keep giving themselves into something that they no longer found happiness in for the sake of proving that they can do it. And having the love interest help the main character find out that somethings mean more than being successful like finding joy again and learning what really makes you happy. 

Akashi would occasionally stop watching the screen and just stare down at you. He didn't realize how much this movie meant to you until he noticed how the words the characters were saying you would be quietly saying to them too. You knew this movie by heart.  Slowly the pieces began to click as the movie progressed to the part where the main character is telling the love interest that they are choosing to stay with them and be happy together. You were holding Seijuro #2 so close to yourself and wiping away some tears. 

“This is the movie you were always talking about back then, when you kept telling me that I would find my way back to happiness, this was where you got that line from wasnt it?” 

Feeling embarrassed of your secret being out all you could do was nod and hope that he wouldn't make fun of you. 

“Did you know back then that I would choose to be happy over trying to always win?”

“I didn't, I just always hoped that you would be able to see that somethings are worth more than winning, you went to being the Akashi i knew and loved after your loss.” 

“Will you tell me what you told Kuroko all those years ago during that match?”

“I thanked him for giving me back my love and for giving you back the love you had for the game” 

Akashi just felt that his heart was beating so loud that everyone could hear it. He didn't say anything for several minutes and quietly got up and walked into the kitchen. You just stayed on the couch fighting back the tears. You knew this was a stupid idea and should have asked for anything else. He must be so mad that you basically confessed that you were happy at his loss back then and thankful for it even now. You laid down on the couch and covered yourself in blankets holding the poor little lion so tightly as you let some tears fall hoping that you could just disappear. You heard some noises in the kitchen and close to you but you didn't want to come out from under the safety the blankets provided. If you didn't see it, you could pretend nothing happened. 

The noises stopped and the blanket was pulled off of you. You didn't have the heart to look up so you stayed curled up and closed your eyes. 

“Honey, why are you crying?”

No response

“Honey, please look at me”

You shake your head, closing your eyes more. 

“Love, please don’t cry. I am not mad, I'm actually really happy you told me that. I really didn't realize until I knew just how close I was to losing everything that was important until I actually lost. I love you so much so please don't be upset.” 

After a bit you finally sat up and wiped some of the tears and looked up at him. 

“You really aren't mad?”

“Nothing to be mad at love. So can you do me a quick favor and come with me to the kitchen?” 

Slowly nodding you took his hand and followed him to the kitchen. On the floor were two rows of candy canes. You looked at him confused. 

“What is this?” 

“Best i could do in a short notice”

“Huh? I'm still lost here” 

“I'm doing as the title says and like they did. I'm going to kiss you on Candy Cane Lane. You never stopped believing that I would be happy again and you never stopped loving me. You have and always will be my happiness.” 

“I always told you that you make your way back to happiness.” 

“I made my way back to you”

A soft kiss was shared between you both, one of many. The rest of the day was you both going back and forth choosing movies and realizing that maybe there is something that they got right. Some things aren't worth more than love or happiness. 

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#akashi seijuurou x reader #Akashi seijuro x reader #Akashi seijuro fluff #Mar's christmas countdown

[bambolinawrites]

Just in case…

Pairings: stu macher x reader

Theme: Stu gets nervous before his party and comes to see you in case anything goes wrong.

Warnings: DARK FIC!, mentions of murder, mentions of gore (the Casey Becker murder), mentions of death, major character death, fluff, love confessions, kissing, cheating, let me know if I missed anything!

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You were laying in bed, book in hand, trying to process the day. Casey Becker and Steve Orth had been murdered the night before, and if you were being honest, that scared you. From what everyone had said at school and what you had heard on the news, it had been a pretty violent death too. You didn't understand who could ever do something like that and why? What could have possibly possessed someone to do that? It wasn't right.

You tried to push the thoughts away and focus on the book in your hands but you couldn't shake the fear swirling in your belly. You were home alone and that just made it worse. You usually craved the nights your parents would go away and leave you alone, but tonight you wished there was someone else here with you.

Stu was having a party tonight, and he pointedly didn't invite you which just made you feel worse. In fact, he went out of his way to uninvite you and tell you not to come. You weren't sure why he didn't want you there or what you had done to upset him, but you pretended you didn't care, laughing it off like it was no big deal. You hated parties anyway.

A tapping on your bedroom window pulls you away from your thoughts and the neglected book in your hands. There was silence for a second as panic mounted in your gut and then you saw another flash against the window. Someone was throwing something at your window. The only person who ever did that was Stu. You hoped.

Shakily, you padded across the floor to the window and peaked out into the night. It was hard to make out anything much but when you saw another flash against the glass, you knew it was Stu. This flash was green. He was throwing Skittles again. When you had asked him why, he said they were more fun than pebbles.

You sigh and slide the cool glass up the frame and peer out just as a red Skittle goes flying past your head into your bedroom.

"Fuck!" Stu curses. "Sorry!" He stands on the pavement outside, a sheepish look on his face. He's hunched in on himself, almost like he's cold.

"Can I come in?" He calls, his voice sounds strange and yet it still comforts you just like it always has. You shut the window and run down to let him in, trudging back up the stairs before he even gets in the door and refusing to look at him. Just because you hadn't planned on going to that party, doesn't mean it doesn't suck that he didn't want you there.

Your bedroom is cold when you return and it feels smaller with Stu leaning against the doorframe behind you.

"Y/N." Stu starts and you turn around to look at him. He looks conflicted and small somehow, even considering his tall frame. Something is definitely bothering him and you want to ask what it is. You don't though, something tells you that you don't want to know.

"Why wasn't I invited to your party?" You ask instead, you decide you can ask him about it tomorrow. Stu looks surprised by your question, it probably hadn't occurred to him that it would bother you. Part of you thinks that's sweet.

"You don't want to come. Trust me." Something dark laces his words but you brush it off, choosing instead to let his words irritate you. You cross your arms over your chest and glare at him.

"How do you know? I might have wanted to." Stu smiles slightly but his eyes still won't meet yours, he keeps them trained on his shoes.

"It sucks. You would hate it." He murmurs and you scoff.

"So, that's why you're here then, your party sucked so you thought you'd come and annoy me. How did you know I wouldn't have plans? I could have gone out tonight despite the curfew." You almost yell. Stu is one of your best friends and there is defiantly something more there, but he always treated you like a second choice. A backup plan. He was always off with Tatum - his actual girlfriend, or Billy Loomis. The only times he ever had time for you was when no one else was around. You were sick of being a secret.

Stu sighs at your outburst and pinches the bridge of his nose.

"I'm glad you were home." He whispers. It's quiet, you almost miss it but it changes something. All the anger and hurt you had been holding onto vanishes and you finally take a proper look at the blonde boy in front of you.

The usual loud, goofy idiot is quiet and he looks like he might break any second. He's standing as close to the doorframe as he can, like he needs to it to hold himself up. His eyes are on anything but you and even from here you can see his breathing is uneven.

Stu? What's wrong?" Taking steps towards him, you reach your hand out and touch his shoulder. He flinches slightly before leaning into your touch. "Stu, look at me." You keep your voice low and soft, like you're talking to a frightened animal. Shaking his head a few times he turns his head slowly to you. His blue eyes are scared and sad and something else that breaks your heart. Now that he's finally looking at you, his resolve starts to crumble. You were always the one thing that could break down his defenses. You were the one person he never had to pretend with. You were his safe place.

"I'm scared, Y/N." His voice breaks and then he's crying, almost hysterically. Deep, laboured breathes and attempts to stop. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him into a hug as fast as you can, wanting to make him feel even a little better as soon as you can.

His arms wrap around you instantly, his face buried in your neck as he sobs. He's shaking and digging his nails into your back but you don't care. You have no idea what it is that could have him this upset. Stu has always been sensitive and he'll cry at any sad movie the two of you watch, but even you've never seen him like this.

"It's okay, Stu. It's okay." You whisper as you press a kiss to his temple. He doesn't tell you, but this is all he needed. All he ever needed.

He does whisper something into the crook of your neck though. You don't catch what it is until he pulls himself away from you to look into your eyes. He swears your eyes are the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. His own eyes are still red and filled with tears.

"I love you." He whispers and you gasp softly. If he had told you this any when else, you would have called bullshit and told him there were easier ways for him to get laid than fucking with your emotions. But the look in his eyes and the way he holds onto you like a lifeline, you can't believe it's a lie. You also can't lie to him.

"I love you, too."

His lips are on you before the words are even fully out of your mouth. A passionate, heated kiss filled with unspoken words and over a year of holding yourselves back. Your hands grip in his hair and his knead at your hips, pulling you impossibly closer. You cling to each other like you don't need anything in the world as much as you need this, like he's the oxygen you've been craving, like you're the rain after the longest drought.

The two of you move backwards and fall down onto the bed, never letting go of each other. He's on top of you now and his lips are traveling to your neck to leave open-mouthed kisses and whispers of 'I love you' over and over again. You whisper it back every time. Even if you don't know why he's falling apart, you know that's what he needs to hear to keep him together.

Just as his lips are back on yours, softer and slower now but still as passionate as before, you hear a ringing. Stu pulls back and curses as he pulls a cellular telephone from his back pocket. He looks defeated and scared again.

He doesn't answer the phone, just switches it off and slips it in his back pocket with a sigh. You don't know why, but you know he's about to leave. Maybe it was Tatum. She is his girlfriend after all. The reminder pangs in your chest.

Stu's blue eyes meet yours and you can't find it in you to ask about Tatum or push him away like you should when he kisses you again. Softly and sadly. A kiss full of 'I'm sorry' and 'I love you' and something that feels like goodbye.

He pulls back to rest his forehead against yours and just breathe in your familiar, comforting scent for a moment longer.

"I love you." He whispers before getting up and leaving the room. He doesn't look

When the phone rings in the middle of the night and your friend Randy recalls the events of Stu's party, you collapse onto the floor as everything clicks into place in ways you really wish it wouldn't. It felt like goodbye, because it was.

Stu Macher was dead and you were always going to think about the fact that you saw him last. You could have stopped him, if you had just asked him one more time if he was okay. Just one more time and he might have told you what was happening. One more time and he might still be here.

At least now you knew why you weren't invited to his party.

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[jeysbvck]

hi shan! <3

can i request '' i haven't been able to stop thinking about you. '' + '' all i want to do is kiss you. all the time. '' for steve harrington?

a/n: HI RISH!<3 i hope this is okay, i'm sorry it took so long, i wanted to make it perfect! i've never wrote for Steve before, so here's my debut (that absolutely ran away with me i'm so sorry it's so long!)

warnings: none, i don't think!

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Steve Harrington was your weakness. Everyone knew it, everyone but Steve, that was. You met him when your best friend, Robin Buckley, started working at Scoops Ahoy, and you spent most of your time hanging around the ice cream store. At first, you only went there to see Robin, but the more you hung out there and got to know her very cute coworker, the more you started to conveniently forget when Robin was and wasn't working. Steve was oblivious each time, completely believing your very obvious lie, and he'd spend his shift talking to you and slipping you free ice cream.

Robin had caught on to the mutual crush pretty quickly and had become bored of watching this will-they-won't-they scenario, so she decided to give you both a little nudge in the right direction. Her plan was to make Steve throw a party, and then organize a game of 7 minutes in heaven, where you and Steve would be locked in a room, or a closet, until you both gave in. You thought it was a ridiculous plan when you realized what she was doing, but it worked. "My plans always work." Robin had said, and you couldn't disagree.

But then things started to go wrong. Hawkins became unsafe, with Steve right in the middle of it each and every time, all while keeping you at a distance. It became a cycle; Hawkins would crumble, you and Steve would argue, he'd go off and almost get himself killed but ultimately save the day, he'd come back and apologize, and everything would be okay until Hawkins fell again. It all became too much when he was attacked by a horde of demon bats, and although it broke your heart to do so, you walked away. Your feelings hadn't changed, not one bit, but it had become too hard, and you had to break the cycle. 

Hawkins had been quiet for a while, and your friendship with Steve had strengthened, going from awkward exes forcing a friendship to best friends. You were still head over heels in love with him, and it was hard sometimes, but as long as he was alive and in your life, it was fine. Robin and Nancy had been badgering you to talk to Steve, to get your relationship back on track since everything had quietened down, but you shut them down. You couldn't take going through everything again, and it was going to be hard enough if everything went to shit again, even if you were just friends.

With Robin and Steve now working at Family Video, it was a lot easier to spend your time hanging out with them while they worked. They were usually left alone on shifts, and you would help out occasionally, especially on release days when the store was bustling. Today was not one of those days, and with Nancy being out of town with Jonathan, you and Eddie were hanging out with Robin and Steve while they worked. Eddie Munson had been a surprising new addition to the group, but he was a welcomed one. You got along with Eddie amazingly, he was like the annoying brother you'd never had, and having Eddie in the group had changed the dynamic for the better.

While Steve and Robin were in the back taking stock, you and Eddie were sitting on the floor behind the counter facing each other, throwing Skittles at the other, trying to catch them in your mouth.

"So, are you going to Robin's party at Steve's?" Eddie asked, throwing a Skittle at your head. You glared at him as he laughed at you, making you throw a handful of sweets at him as you rubbed your forehead. "Hey, no fair!"

"Yes, I'm going to Robin's party." You told him, popping a Skittle into your mouth. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"No reason." He said with a shrug. "Are you gonna tell Steve you're still in love with him?"

"Why would I tell Steve I'm still in love with him?" You enquired. Eddie let out a very loud, very sarcastic HA! and this time, you gave him a little kick.

 "Don't make me come over there." Eddie threatened, smirking at your smug face. "It's so obvious you two idiots are still in love with each other. Are you really going to let that go just because some crazy shit has happened?" He carried on and you chuckled dryly.

"We didn't break up because of the crazy shit, Eddie. We broke up because of how he reacted to the crazy shit." You clarified and Eddie scoffed.

"Please, can you honestly say you wouldn't have done the same thing? Tried to protect Steve if you knew this unexplainable stuff was happening? Of course he didn't want you to follow him into the jaws of death!"

You groaned. "Why are you all obsessed with this?" You sighed. "And this is basically the same thing Robin has already preached to me. Do you guys just get together and talk about our relationship?"

"Maybe we're just sick of watching you idiots dance around your feelings, and you're getting defensive because you know we're right." Eddie shrugged, popping a few Skittles into his mouth at once. You extended your leg to kick him again, but this time, Eddie grabbed your foot and pulled you towards him. "That's it, you asked for this!" He yelled, pulling you closer to him as you squealed.

"Eddie! Stop it!" You giggled, kicking out as he laughed loudly.

 "You never should've broken up in the first place, should you?!" He said loudly, as he put you in a headlock, ruffling your hair.

"Eddie!"

"Should you?!" He repeated.

"No!" You confessed, unable to contain your laughter as you tussled with Eddie, trying to release yourself from his grip.

"And wouldn't you want to be with Steve if the world was going to end?"

Before you could reply, Steve and Robin came out from the back. Steve jumped over the counter, and you watched his face drop as he saw you and Eddie practically wrestling on the ground in front of him, Skittles scattered around the small area.

"Seriously guys? I'd expect this from Dustin and Eddie, but you?" Steve chastised, as he glared at you, making you and Eddie giggle. Eddie let you go as Steve muttered "Jesus Christ."

"Sorry, Steve." You said, scooping the rouge Skittles up off the floor and throwing them in the bin. He rolled his eyes as he helped you up and you put your chin on his shoulder, ignoring Eddie, who was wiggling his eyebrows at you suggestively. "Now cheer up and tell me the plan for tonight."

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The party was nothing like you thought. You were expecting it to be a small gathering, consisting of you and your friends; mainly set up so your friends could play matchmaker, but this was an actual party, full of people you didn't know. You were pretty sure that Robin also had no idea who they were, and that Steve was the one who knew them, but you were ready to have a good time regardless.

You had noticed that Steve had been avoiding you, whenever he noticed you were in the room he'd just walked into, he'd walk out. However, when you mentioned it to Robin or Eddie, they blew you off. "He's just being a good host." Robin replied, to which you answered, "Isn't this your party?"

Instead of spending the night wondering what you had done to make Steve pretend you didn't exist, you decided to get drunk. You managed to swipe a bottle of wine from the kitchen and slip out of the back door undetected. There weren't too many people outside, which wasn't surprising, considering it was a cold November night, and you sat at the edge of the pool, slipping your sneakers off and dipping your toes in the cold water, staring out into the woods behind Steve's garden. You thought about the last time you'd sat here before everything went to shit. How Steve wrapped you up in his arms and peppered you with kisses, making promises that he'd break a few weeks later.

Eddie was right. If Hawkins was burning, you'd want to be by Steve's side when it happened, no matter where it was. That was the problem though, wasn't it? Steve was so protective of you, he hadn't ever given you that choice. He never thought about what would happen if things went south, or if you never got a chance to say goodbye to each other.

A hand on your shoulder made you jump and you let out a small scream. You had been so lost in your thoughts - and in the bottle of wine - that you hadn't heard anyone come up behind you, let alone say your name.

"Whoa, sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you!" Steve said, squeezing your shoulder before he let go and sat next to you, also putting his feet into the pool, hissing slightly as he got used to the cold water. "You okay?"

You rolled your eyes and scoffed. "I'm fine." You replied, glancing at Steve out of the corner of your eye to see if he believed your lie; the look on his face told you he definitely didn't.

"What's wrong?" He asked you, and you answered with a question of your own.

"Are we okay?"

It stunned Steve into silence and when you stole another glance at him, you couldn't help but smile slightly at his bewildered expression. "Why wouldn't we be okay?" He asked, and you exhaled a short breath out of your nose in fake amusement.

"Steve, I've watched you walk into at least three rooms tonight, see that I'm in there, and walk straight back out. You've been avoiding me all night! If it's about me and Eddie, at the video store this afternoon then-"

"I know there's nothing going on between you two, Eddie's already assured me." Steve replied, making you arch your eyebrow.

"Assured you? You really thought I'd-"

"Yeah! I mean-No! I didn't think you and Eddie were...you know? I just- I didn't-" Steve groaned and sighed, as he ran his hands through his hair. His arm caught your attention, the way his t-shirt clung to the muscle, almost like the fabric was about to burst at the seam. "I haven't been able to stop thinking about you."

You blinked a few times, trying to register what Steve had just said. You were pretty sure your brain was malfunctioning, his words were rattling around in your head, yet you weren't actually sure he'd said them, maybe you'd misheard him.

"What did you say?" Your voice was barely audible. Steve lifted his hand up, wavering above your thigh before he changed his mind and grabbed the bottle of wine from between your legs. He took a large sip from the bottle and then took a deep breath before repeating himself.

"I haven't been able to stop thinking about you. I know we've been spending a lot of time together, and maybe that's why. I mean, you're one of my best friends, y'know? But I don't think about Robin, Eddie, or Nance as much, or the way I think about you."

Steve was rambling on but you weren't listening, all you can hear was the thumping of your heartbeat. "I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't have said anything. I know it's my fault we broke up, and we're in such a good place right now. I've just been talking to Eddie and Robin about you, about us, and they made me realize-"

"Steve." You put your hand on his thigh and his eyes darted down at it before he looked back at you, his eyes wide and lips parted slightly. When he made this face, he resembled a Golden Lab, and it was one of the most adorable sights in the world. "It was my fault we broke up." You told him, making him frown and shake his head.

"No, I pushed you away. I thought I was protecting you - and I was - but I was also protecting myself. I was being stupid. I thought it would be easier if you weren't with me, but I was just more worried, wondering about what if it went wrong, and your last memory of me would be of us arguing and me walking away. Eddie made me realize I wasn't being fair to you. I wasn't thinking about what it would do to you, I wasn't thinking about you sitting at home being terrified for me."

You couldn't help but laugh, which made Steve's mouth drop into a small 'O'. You grabbed his hands and tilted your head, staring into his big, beautiful, hazel eyes, and smiled. "Funny you should say that, because Eddie made me realize that I would've done the same thing if the tables were turned. I'd do anything to try and protect you, so of course I'd try and keep you away from danger! I love you!"

Steve grinned. "You love me?" He asked, and you nodded. He put his forehead against yours and smiled, "I love you too."

"Who'd have thought, eh? Eddie Munson being a great matchmaker?" You said, and Steve chuckled. "So, what do you want? What do you want to happen now?"

"All I want is to kiss you. All the time!" Steve replied, and you giggled as a grin spread across your face. "So can I?"

"Yeah, you can." You said. Steve pulled you closer to him - careful not to knock you into the pool - and tucked your hair behind your ear before he gently pressed his lips to yours. You melted into the kiss instantly, you had dreamed of your first last kiss, craved the rush you got when he kissed you for so long. His hands cupped your cheeks, deepening the kiss, and his tongue slipped into your mouth as the passion intensified.

You pulled back before you both got too carried away, a bashful smile on your face as Steve kissed the tip of your nose. "Does this mean we're back together?" He asked, his fingers lacing around yours. You arched your eyebrow, your smile turning into a smirk.

"I'm in if you are." You confirmed, rolling your eyes affectionately at his incessant nodding. "But I swear to God, Harrington, if you pull that shit again-"

"Never." He cut you off, his hands leaving yours to cup your cheeks again. "Whatever happens, no matter what, we'll deal with it together."

"Together." You repeated, smiling against Steve's lips as he kissed you.

#steve harrington #stranger things #steve harrington fic #stranger things fic #my writing* #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you

[barrenclan]

incorrect quote hours!

Egrettail: Everyone synchronise your watches. Asphodelpaw: I don't know how to do that. Daffodilpaw: I don't wear a watch. Cormorantpaw: Time is a construct.

Asphodelpaw: Ew. What kind of tea is this? Pinepaw: I boiled gatorade.

Pinepaw: So, what are we doing? Cormorantpaw: Wasting our lives. Pinepaw: I meant for lunch...

Thrasher: I’m here for the cult stuff. Deepdark: How did you find us? Thrasher: I saw your ad on craigslist.

Pinepaw: Did Cormorantpaw just tell me they loved me for the first time? Daffodilpaw: Yeah, they did. Pinepaw: And did I just do finger guns back? Daffodilpaw: Yeah, you did.

Pinepaw: I'm trying to juggle family life and work life but I can't seem to find a balance. What do you suggest I do to keep everyone happy? Cormorantpaw, deadpan: Quit your job, kill your family.

Cormorantpaw: My future partner must be brave, strong, intelligent, successful and organized. Pinepaw: *steps on a caterpillar and proceeds to drop to their knees and sob while apologizing profusely* Cormorantpaw: That one. I want that one.

Deepdark: Some people say I have a 'god complex'. I like to think I am a complex god.

Asphodelpaw: I really like Eminem. Cormorantpaw: I prefer skittles. Pinepaw: She's talking about the rapper. Cormorantpaw: Why would she eat the wrapper?

Pinepaw: Wow, this parking is as straight as I am. Asphodelpaw: I know I should be focused on the fact that you just came out, but HOW DARE YOU INSULT MY PARKING!

Pinepaw: I’ve made a spread sheet of all the crime in BarrenClan territory. Pinepaw: There’s so much crime in the wastes, no one should live here.

Ahhh, more incorrect quotes. :) Thank you!

Thrasher: I’m here for the cult stuff. Deepdark: How did you find us? Thrasher: I saw your ad on craigslist. <- SO ACCURATE

I love the last one too, nicely adapted.

#ask #anon #fanfic

[whump-me]

Find the Vibe

I was tagged by @starlit-hopes-and-dreams to find an excerpt from my WIP fitting the vibe, “I’d like to see you try.”

From Martyr (here’s Chapter 1):

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She carefully lowered herself to the chair across from him. “Your intake paperwork lists your name as Wraith, no last name given,” she said, with a raise of one eyebrow. “My people weren’t able to obtain your given name.”

“I’m not sure I remember it myself. Wraith is the only name I’ve had for ten years.”

Isadora thought about pressing the issue. A prisoner’s full name was often a good first question in an interrogation—a straightforward fact that wasn’t worth offering more than a token show of defiance to protect, and one that put prisoners in the habit of answering her questions. She took another look at Wraith and decided against it. She didn’t need to know what his mother had called him, and he looked like the type who would defy her just for the pleasure of it. If he wanted to call himself Wraith, then Wraith he would be.

“My name is Isadora Pope,” she continued. “I’m sure you know me by reputation.”

“I suppose you expect me to feel honored,” said Wraith. “Face to face with the head of Special Security herself—the branch of Earth security created specially to keep Mars down. You’re not part of the military—of course not, because Earth’s military involvement on Mars is officially over—but by sheer coincidence, you and everyone under your command happen to be former soldiers. Yes, I know who you are. I’ve had more than one friend who suffered at your hands and lived to tell the tale.”

“I try to make sure that doesn’t happen,” said Isadora, flattening her mouth into a thin, dagger-sharp line that could never have been mistaken for a smile. “But none of us is perfect.” She narrowed her eyes at him. “Even you. It’s been a long ten years, but we finally have you in hand.”

He leaned back, like he was lounging in a chair on a warm Earth beach. He tilted his chin up to sun himself in the cold light above. “Yes, here I am. Now what are you going to do with me?” His eyes glinted at her, a clear challenge.

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No-pressure tags (only do it if you want to): @soheavyaburden @skittles-the-whumpee @shywhumpauthor @zillastar13

Your vibe: “It’s too late.”

#tag game #my writing

[bunnyai]

fine, fine. i'll bite. tell me about your zombies bunny.

i got this earlier and my brain was telling me ur tone was off

BUT!! i'm just gonna assume you meant this in good faith and that i'm not being annoying about my ocs, my brain is just being a lil bitch <3

general: - relatively speaking yvette's been a walker the longest, at 4 and a half years. cole's up next at 3 years, then cici and mimzie at 2 years, and vince has been a walker the shortest, only being 6 months. - cole and mimzie knew each other before they became zombies! mimz did ghost tours for cole's mom sometimes when she wasn't feeling well and they clashed a bit on how to handle it. - they all have "official" jobs; - mimz works at her mom's boutique - cole is a history teacher at the local middle school - vince is an it guy - cici works at her family's restaurant - yvette works at a nightclub - on a scale of 1-10 on who it'd be more dangerous to fight, yvette and mimz are both a solid 9.5, cici is a 7, vince is a 5, and cole is a 2 (this also account for the fact of how easy it'd be to make em go into zombie rage mode) - cole, mimz, and vince are the only ones who were born and raised in louisiana. cici is from new york originally, and yvette mentioned off hand once that it's from alberta canada. - all have a "sixth sense" for finding decomps. vince describes it as spiders running up his spine which is fair tbh. - most of em stick to raw meat to keep em calm, with brains used as a special occasion type of deal. all have their favorites of how to hide em but the crowd pleaser is cici's ghost pepper brain poppers.

mimzie - actually doesn't mind her full name (miriam) but has a bunch of nicknames; mimz, mimzie, riri, zee, mimi (she says as long as you don't call her late for dinner she's fine) - uses she/it pronouns and describes herself as "a girl, but take it back now y'all-" - has 3 pets; - an orange cat named skittles - a rat named stuie - a leopard gecko named romeo - the youngest of 5 and is the only girl, and is well aware of the fact this has granted her "dad's special girl" privileges. her brothers are aware of this too, and often come to her if they need something but dad said no to em. - is the closest with her brother tyler! loves her brothers all the same but you form a special bond with the sibling who helped you catch a rat snake cause you were convinced you'd die if it bit you. - has killed her fair share of decomps in the past 2 years. it's not normally bad, but the one big scare happened around halloween and was roughed up enough she had to stay home on bedrest for a couple weeks. - cannot sit still!! has to be moving or doing something constantly. usually fidgeting with a bracelet, pen, or anything she can get her hands on. - singing wise she mostly does covers and popular songs people know, and even then she just does local venues due to the whole zombie thing. still popular enough to need her crew. - she has a manager! in a way. her name's juniper, aka junie and she's been miriam's best friend since they were toddlers and junie dumped glitter on miriam's head cause she wanted to play fairies. - isn't a huge fan of labels and just says she's queer and is down for whatever. but due to how the last relationship ended, not exactly big on romance rn.

vince - only child syndrome!! and damn he acts like it sometimes!! has gotten an earful from everyone at least once if he doesn't watch his tone. - did not take the fact he's a zombie Well. like. at all. locked himself in his room for literal days and was on the verge of becoming a decomp when the others found out about him. - because he was infected by a decomp, he actively hates getting close to em. if he runs into one out on the street, he calls someone else and books it the other direction. - despite his cowardly nature he's not afraid to fight if he needs to, though this doesn't happen often and is most likely trying to keep mimzie from fighting someone. - he Kinda knew the dixie family before he met miriam officially, as he was in school with her brother tyler (a couple grades ahead but they were in clubs together) - much like miriam, he doesn't really have a preference attraction wise? when asked about it all he said was "who cares?" - despite being one of the walkers to dye his hair his natural color, he once did lose a bet and had to dye his hair green for a week. he didn't entirely hate this, considering he has green streaks in his hair - quite literally was forced into working for miriam! at first it was purely to keep an eye on him and make sure he didn't run off and expose everyone, but she pays him fair enough and they get along so it's not like he entirely hates it (will gripe about it when she brings it up however) - he and yvette are the same height (5'7 - 170 cm)

cici - despite their VIOLENTLY differing personalities, is super close with yvette and usually is the one yvette actually Talks to - her mom's from cuba and her dad is a new york native! - speaking of, she hasn't seen her dad since she was 15 (her parents had been divorced way before that however) but they still talk and send each other postcards - doesn't mind her step dad, he makes her mom happy and that's all she cares about! gets along better with her half sister though. - woman liker club!! jokes aside cici is a lesbian and is open about it - was the one who reached out to others that showed zombie symptoms and offered a place to talk. - fully believes that dealing with this stuff alone is suffocating and very much treats the rest of the walkers like family - has a dog named harriet! - lives in a guest house in her parents' backyard, purely because she'd rather stick around (and avoid abysmal rent prices but that's a bonus) - was a bit of a stuck up bitch before getting infected! absolutely abysmal to talk to and hang out with, but after the fight that caused her to get scratched, she saw it as a second chance and is actively working towards on improving and reinventing herself. - sometimes slips into old behavior, and regrets it immensely afterwards. - notoriously has a secret stash of tea in her house, and i do actually mean secret stash of tea. her mom and stepdad always used to sneak some from her so she resorted to hiding it. - is the 2nd tallest after cole at 5'9 - 175cm

yvette - is pretty secretive and quiet, so no one knows much about it. all anyone knows is that it uses it/it's pronouns, it's name, and where it's from. - isn't a huge fan of talking, but since it's normally around cici it lets her do the talking for both of em - was found on the brink of becoming a decomp like vince was, the difference here is yvette was found in a back alley in new orleans rather then being locked up in a room - unknown where it's staying, all yvette has mentioned is it has family in the city and crashes on their couch. - isn't super close with anyone outside of cici, but gets along with vince just fine and it and cole had a silent understanding. meanwhile it has gotten into numerous fights with mimz and it has escalated once or twice - literally did not talk until someone mentioned it might be russian. first time anyone heard yvette speak and it was "i'm from canada." - aro/ace homie fr! wouldn't say romance repulsed but it firmly refuses the idea of itself in a romantic situation with anyone - the only one of the group to know walkers from outside. refuses to give away their ids based on the fact it doesn't like them and believes it's friends would be better off not knowing - CANNOT HANDLE SPICE FOR THE LIFE OF IT. cici makes a tamer version of the brain popper for it to eat just out of the fact the last time it ate the regular ones, yvette was out of commission for 3 days

cole - same as yvette as he doesn't talk about himself often, but he does actively communicate with everyone else - the most anyone knows about his private life is that he's married with a kid and he'd like to keep it that way (despite vince and cici's varied attempts to figure out more) - has a past in private security. how he went from that to being a history teacher is anyones guess - was (and still is) a huge skeptic about supernatural stuff, which caused him to butt heads with his mom who runs ghost tours around the city. despite his zombie status he still doesn't believe in the oogie boogies that go bump in the night and it frustrates mimz to no end - despite arguing from time to time, he does love his mom. but he is closer with his dad out of the two of em, while his younger brother is closer with their mom - is the least likely to rage out and go full zombie mode. granted he has a decomp kill history like everyone else, but unlike everyone else he doesn't need to be full zombie to do so if you get the jist - man has AWFUL sleeping habits. is known for staying up for days at a time just because he forgot to sleep and is not above staying awake out of spite. - he's a bit silly goofy!! has gotten into petty fights with other walkers just for the hell of it, and once played a game with vine and yvette to see who could push mimz buttons the most (vince won, he ate her mom's leftovers she brought home) - bi man and damn proud of it!! - his husband is well aware of his zombie-ness and doesn't mind in the slightest. it's caused some turmoil a couple times sure, but that's a given. otherwise they're happily married - he has one thing above everyone else and it's the fact he's infected someone unknowingly. he doesn't know who they are but he has this weird feeling that it'll come back to bite him in the ass one day

#bunny.txt #zombie ocs #mimzie dixie #vince clark #cici rivera #yvette #cole walker

[obviouschangeling]

Y'know what? Let's talk about Hanahaki

Like, I personally prefer the variant where the flowers will keep blooming in a person's lungs until they confess their love to the other person. It feels less coercive, and now the question becomes (for the author) what is stopping them?

Is it social distance? Is it physical distance? Is it age? species? (we are going by the Jack Harkness rules of consent here, don't @ me) Is it because person A can't get person B alone to tell them and they have selective mutism when facing more than one person?

Which, of course, led me to the saddest question: what if person B is dead? Maybe Person A carried a torch for Person B while they were still alive, but waited to long and they died? Maybe Person A fell in love with Person B from their notes and personal writings, but Person B has been dead for centuries?

Maybe Person A has been married to Person B for most of their lives, and they don't know how to let go.

Fic under the cut.

The first petal fell on the casket lid, obscuring the drop of blood that accompanied it. Mariella's expression didn't change, nor did her tears stop, as she tossed the rose she had brought into the grave on top of it, but thought it was fitting.

She stayed at the side of her wife's grave as it was filled in. She stayed as all of the other mourners-- of which there were many, her Terra had always been the social butterfly-- left the site. She stayed as her family entreated her to come inside, out of the cold, but they didn't try too hard and left her be soon enough. Her wife may have had the unmoving name, but Mariella had always been the stubborn one, immovable except by her own power. One more cough brought her a perfect, red rose bud and a handful of blood which she laid at the base of her wife's tombstone. She washed the blood away with the snow that had already fallen to cover the fresh mound, then turned to head back inside.

Inside was a brightly lit circus, almost literally. Terra had insisted: no black at the funeral, no sad stories. Only happy memories, funny stories, bright colors, and enough alcohol to drown a kraken allowed. Mariella didn't drink. She had always been a maudlin drunk.

Eventually, the party slowed to a sleepy halt in the dawn hours. Mariella draped blankets and throws and towels over the drunks scattered like skittles over her floor before finally making her way to her own bed.

She laid one perfect, red rose-- thorns and all-- on the pillow beside hers.

Terra had always loved red roses the best of all flowers. "I don't care if it's cliche." She had told her once. "Red roses are the symbol of true love! And, afterall, they brought me you, didn't they?" Mariella couldn't really dispute the claim. They had both been invited to a garden party and had gotten lost in the rose maze, finding each other and falling in love in the hours it took them to get out. Mariella would never admit that she had made quite a few wrong turns on purpose to spend more time with the other woman. Terra had been the same.

The next morning set the tone for Mariella. She got out of bed, assured her rather nosy daughters and grandchildren that she was going to be fine, dodged their other prying and attempts to spend time with her, and quietly got her affairs in order.

She no longer counted days. She measured time by the tickle in her lungs that signaled new petals, and the tenor of her breathing as she went about her days. The morning that she knew, she called up her daughter and had her call the family together for a party.

Her daughter pulled out all of the stops, making that afternoon and evening another celebration of Terra's life: laughter and cheer abounded, and it lightened Mariella's heart even as it weighed her lungs down even further. Her youngest daughter, ever the observant girl, picked up on some signal from her and ushered everyone inside for an early dinner. Mariella spoke to her family, and she ate a wonderful meal with her children and grandchildren.

Mariella bid her family goodbye, and encouraged them to continue the party without her, allowing her youngest to take her arm and lead her away. The younger woman was quiet, but surefooted, as the pair made their way towards the cemetery. She never faltered once, but was there to gently guide her mother through her coughing fits and pick up the roses that scattered on the ground after. There wasn't much she could do about the blood, but it was dark, and the snow was still falling.

Finally, after a painful trudge, her daughter set her wheezing mother on the ground on top of her other mother's grave, leaning Mariella back against the headstone. She handed over the large bouquet of red roses that they had collected on the walk over and sat back.

"I won't insult you by saying 'it's not too late.' no matter how true that still is." The younger woman said, eyes dry but heart feeling like it had been wrapped in thorns of its own.

"No, you always were the clever one." Mariella huffed, petals coming with every breath.

"And you always were the most stubborn goat of the herd." Her daughter sniffed primly. The pair shared a wry, sad smile. "I can't stay."

"I wouldn't ask that of you."

"I should stay." Her daughter said. "You shouldn't be alone."

Mariella hacked out a laugh and another few rose buds.

"I'm not alone." She wheezed. "I'm sure my own, my Terra, is haunting me right now and screaming up a storm at me." She eyed the air as if she could see her wife's ghost scolding her. "You brought this on yourself, you know, I told you this would happen. It's not my fault if you chose not to believe me."

"Really you should have known better." Her daughter said, playing along and addressing the air beside her. She gave Mariella one more long, long look.

"Don't worry, dearest." Mariella said. "You'll be with me in name, sweet Rose, and that's more than enough."

Rose felt tears prick her eyes for the first time that night, and looked away from her mother's kind smile. She finally pulled back and stood.

"I hope you don't take it the wrong way, if I tell you that I hope to never have a love like yours." She said, spinning on a heel and marching off into the evening.

"I would never wish it on you." Was Mariella's whispered reply.

It was no trouble at all for Mariella to think of her beloved Terra, her own. They had been together for fifty long years, and all of those memories played out before her minds eye, feeding the briars within with her love. She was gone in fifteen minutes.

The next morning, the grave of Terra and Mariella Winter was consumed entirely by a red rose bush.

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[sunny1ace]

I’ve never actually had Skittles before! But I have to go to the store and get milk so I’m gonna get Skittles!! I’m excited

#my life is so boring rn #and everyone keeps telling me to try skittles #so #ace talks

[beespeaks]

Just in case...

Stu Macher X Reader 

Stu gets nervous before his party and decides to come see you in case anything goes wrong...

Aged up characters in college/uni

Tags: Swearing, mentions of murder, character death, basic Scream plot with added character and it’s in college though that’s not mentioned, Making out, angst

Warnings: mentions of murder/violence, major character death

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You were laying in bed, book in hand, trying to process the day. Casey Becker and Steve Orth had been murdered the night before, and if you were being honest, that scared you. From what everyone had said at school and what you had heard on the news, it had been a pretty violent death too. You didn’t understand who could ever do something like that and why? What could have possibly possessed someone to do that? It wasn’t right. 

You tried to push the thoughts away and focus on the book in your hands but you couldn’t shake the fear swirling in your belly. You were home alone and that just made it worse. You usually craved the nights your parents would go away and leave you alone, but tonight you wished there was someone else here with you. 

Stu was having a party tonight, and he pointedly didn’t invite you which just made you feel worse. In fact, he went out of his way to uninvite you and tell you not to come. You weren’t sure why he didn’t want you there or what you had done to upset him, but you pretended you didn’t care, laughing it off like it was no big deal. You hated parties anyway. 

A tapping on your bedroom window pulls you away from your thoughts and the neglected book in your hands. There was silence for a second as panic mounted in your gut and then you saw another flash against the window. Someone was throwing something at your window. The only person who ever did that was Stu. You hoped. 

Shakily, you padded across the floor to the window and peaked out into the night. It was hard to make out anything much but when you saw another flash against the glass, you knew it was Stu. This flash was green. He was throwing Skittles again. When you had asked him why, he said they were more fun than pebbles.

You sigh and slide the cool glass up the frame and peer out just as a red Skittle goes flying past your head into your bedroom. 

“Fuck!” Stu curses. “Sorry!” He stands on the pavement outside, a sheepish look on his face. He’s hunched in on himself, almost like he’s cold. 

“Can I come in?” He calls, his voice sounds strange and yet it still comforts you just like it always has. You shut the window and run down to let him in, trudging back up the stairs before he even gets in the door and refusing to look at him. Just because you hadn’t planned on going to that party, doesn’t mean it doesn’t suck that he didn’t want you there. 

Your bedroom is cold when you return and it feels smaller with Stu leaning against the doorframe behind you. 

“Y/N.” Stu starts and you turn around to look at him. He looks conflicted and small somehow, even considering his tall frame. Something is definitely bothering him and you want to ask what it is. You don’t though, something tells you that you don’t want to know. 

“Why wasn't I invited to your party?” You ask instead, you decide you can ask him about it tomorrow. Stu looks surprised by your question, it probably hadn’t occurred to him that it would bother you. Part of you thinks that’s sweet. 

“You don't want to come. Trust me.” Something dark laces his words but you brush it off, choosing instead to let his words irritate you. You cross your arms over your chest and glare at him. 

“How do you know? I might have wanted to.” Stu smiles slightly but his eyes still won’t meet yours, he keeps them trained on his shoes. 

“It sucks. You would hate it.” He murmurs and you scoff. 

“So, that’s why you’re here then, your party sucked so you thought you’d come and annoy me. How did you know I wouldn't have plans? I could have gone out tonight despite the curfew.” You almost yell. Stu is one of your best friends and there is defiantly something more there, but he always treated you like a second choice. A backup plan. He was always off with Tatum - his actual girlfriend, or Billy Loomis. The only times he ever had time for you was when no one else was around. You were sick of being a secret. 

Stu sighs at your outburst and pinches the bridge of his nose. 

“I’m glad you were home.” He whispers. It’s quiet, you almost miss it but it changes something. All the anger and hurt you had been holding onto vanishes and you finally take a proper look at the blonde boy in front of you. 

The usual loud, goofy idiot is quiet and he looks like he might break any second. He’s standing as close to the doorframe as he can, like he needs to it to hold himself up. His eyes are on anything but you and even from here you can see his breathing is uneven. 

“Stu? What’s wrong?” Taking steps towards him, you reach your hand out and touch his shoulder. He flinches slightly before leaning into your touch. “Stu, look at me.” You keep your voice low and soft, like you're talking to a frightened animal. Shaking his head a few times he turns his head slowly to you. His blue eyes are scared and sad and something else that breaks your heart. Now that he’s finally looking at you, his resolve starts to crumble. You were always the one thing that could break down his defenses. You were the one person he never had to pretend with. You were his safe place. 

“I’m scared, Y/N.” His voice breaks and then he’s crying, almost hysterically. Deep, laboured breathes and attempts to stop. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him into a hug as fast as you can, wanting to make him feel even a little better as soon as you can. 

His arms wrap around you instantly, his face buried in your neck as he sobs. He’s shaking and digging his nails into your back but you don’t care. You have no idea what it is that could have him this upset. Stu has always been sensitive and he’ll cry at any sad movie the two of you watch, but even you’ve never seen him like this. 

“It’s okay, Stu. It’s okay.” You whisper as you press a kiss to his temple. He doesn’t tell you, but this is all he needed. All he ever needed. 

He does whisper something into the crook of your neck though. You don’t catch what it is until he pulls himself away from you to look into your eyes. He swears your eyes are the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. His own eyes are still red and filled with tears. 

“I love you.” He whispers and you gasp softly. If he had told you this any when else, you would have called bullshit and told him there were easier ways for him to get laid than fucking with your emotions. But the look in his eyes and the way he holds onto you like a lifeline, you can’t believe it’s a lie. You also can’t lie to him. 

“I love you, too.” 

His lips are on you before the words are even fully out of your mouth. A passionate, heated kiss filled with unspoken words and over a year of holding yourselves back. Your hands grip in his hair and his knead at your hips, pulling you impossibly closer. You cling to each other like you don’t need anything in the world as much as you need this, like he’s the oxygen you’ve been craving, like you’re the rain after the longest drought. 

The two of you move backwards and fall down onto the bed, never letting go of each other. He’s on top of you now and his lips are traveling to your neck to leave open-mouthed kisses and whispers of ‘I love you’ over and over again. You whisper it back every time. Even if you don’t know why he’s falling apart, you know that’s what he needs to hear to keep him together. 

Just as his lips are back on yours, softer and slower now but still as passionate as before, you hear a ringing. Stu pulls back and curses as he pulls a cellular telephone from his back pocket. He looks defeated and scared again. 

He doesn't answer the phone, just switches it off and slips it in his back pocket with a sigh. You don’t know why, but you know he’s about to leave. Maybe it was Tatum. She is his girlfriend after all. The reminder pangs in your chest. 

Stu’s blue eyes meet yours and you can’t find it in you to ask about Tatum or push him away like you should when he kisses you again. Softly and sadly. A kiss full of ‘I’m sorry’ and ‘I love you’ and something that feels like goodbye. 

He pulls back to rest his forehead against yours and just breathe in your familiar, comforting scent for a moment longer. 

“I love you.” He whispers before getting up and leaving the room. He doesn’t look back.

When the phone rings in the middle of the night and your friend Randy recalls the events of Stu’s party, you collapse onto the floor as everything clicks into place in ways you really wish it wouldn’t. It felt like goodbye, because it was. 

Stu Macher was dead and you were always going to think about the fact that you saw him last. You could have stopped him, if you had just asked him one more time if he was okay. Just one more time and he might have told you what was happening. One more time and he might still be here.

At least now you knew why you weren’t invited to  his party.

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[dmsden]

Make It Mean Something - Making PC deaths meaningful to the other players

Hullo, Gentle Readers. Sometimes the dice are not in a player’s favor. Sometimes three death saves come up awfully fast. Sometimes a death happens, and everyone’s sitting around the table uncertainly, not sure how to react. It is that moment that daddydeputy raised in their Question from a Denizen. They asked if I had any thoughts on “How to make pc deaths more impactful and growthful for the others (and perhaps themselves?)”

DD, it’s a tricky balance to strike. On the one hand, you want the game to have real and dangerous consequences for the actions the characters take. On the other hand, the death of a beloved character can really upset a player or even crash a whole campaign. My players are very mature and accepting of the consequences (although they’ll pull out all the stops to try and stop it from happening to one of their own), but not everyone can be, even if they say they are. Sometimes you don’t know how the death of a character is going to affect you until it happens. I think of myself as a very mature player, but if a character as dear to me as Skittle, my mouse pooka from Changeling the Dreaming, died, I suspect I’d be devastated.

Some campaigns have a very revolving door attitude towards death. Oh, you died? Here’s a revivify spell, or a raise dead spell, or what have you. Other make it harder, possibly keeping those spells out of the hands of the players or requiring skill challenges for raising the dead (a la Critical Role). I suspect DD is wanting to lean more towards the latter, so let’s look at some ways to really make death matter.

Run lower-level campaigns: At low levels, death is a lot more difficult to overcome. By the time you get your fallen friend to a temple, the window for Revivify is long over, and who can afford the diamond for a Raise Dead spell, even assuming you can find a cleric who can cast it for free for you? But most NPC temples I’ve run in my games have been willing to cast Raise Dead for free if the PCs will undertake a quest on behalf of the temple. In a situation like this, the dead PC’s player could potentially play a cleric or paladin of the temple sent along to help, or the temple might cast raise dead in advance and take an oath that they will fulfill the quest. If the temple doesn’t trust them to keep their word, there are always geas spells to make sure of it.

Limit access to spells that return the dead: Maybe not every god grants the ability to raise the dead to their followers. Maybe diamonds are hard to find in your campaign. Whatever the path you take, you can make certain that death isn’t just a revolving door by making the spells difficult to cast. Maybe the deity will only grant the spells to their cleric once the party fulfills a quest or defeats a monster that has been plaguing the faithful. You could change the material component from a diamond to “the deity’s favor.” Casting the spell expends the favor, so now a new service to the deity would be needed before the next chance of casting it.

Make return from death uncertain: One of the things I really like in Critical Role that I intend to adopt in my next campaign (and I even know how I’m going to make the change make sense in my campaign world) is that returning from death via Raise Dead is by no means a certain thing. The Critical Role has a skill challenge like system in which up to three people can contribute to the ritual to return the dead by entreating the dead person to return. If people all want to use the same skill, such as Persuasion, the DC for the second and third people goes up. A PC might be coaxed to return via Performance, Persuasion, Intimidation, Deception...I’d even allow rolls like Arcana for magically coercing the dead spirit to return or Religion to remind a Paladin that their duty to their deity is not yet fulfilled. This had led to some dramatic moments in CR, and I definitely intend to put together my own system for my next campaign.

Make return from death limited: You could very easily put together a system that limited the number of times the same spirit could return from the dead. In older editions of D&D, returning from death required a “System Shock” check, and the body might not survive the attempt to reunite it with its spirit. If you wanted something similar, you could make a system in which one of your attributes represents your ability to return from death, even using Revivify. I would like base it off of your Constitution or Charisma score. You can return from death a number of times equal to 1+your Constitution or Charisma modifier (minimum of 1). That way, characters can die at least once and come back, but it can’t happen dozens of times.

Make the way someone dies directly affect their afterlife: For some players, this will really matter. I once had a ranger who despised dragons in a campaign. He found a dragonslaying sword, made it his business to get the party to face dragons, etc. When he finally died, it was facing two dragons to buy the party time to escape from a canyon where the dragons were in danger of TPKing them. He was killed, but he wounded both dragons quite a bit. The party managed to kill them, and they recovered the body. The ranger’s player absolutely had no intention of coming back from the dead. “How on earth would my character have a cooler death than that?” the player laughed. “That was perfect.” I described how he was received into the afterlife of his culture as a hero, and he was very happy with the end of the story for his ranger. To draw this along further, what if how a PC dies affects their standing in the afterlife? If they die in a super cool way, maybe they get a high place of honor in Valhalla, or whatever you use. A PC who then dies fighting a lich or saving innocents is likely to receive a heroes welcome. This might be preferable to them than going back to life and then possibly getting killed by a trap or a bunch of orcs. This then makes the heroic death more palatable and desirable.

However you decide to make death impactful, I strongly recommend letting story trump rules for dramatic purposes. Technically, a character who has failed three death saving throws is just plain dead, but what fun is that. Instead, consider the possibility of having them be beyond saving instead. Let them be briefly conscious, either to beg the others to find a way to save them (think Spider-Man in Avengers: Infinity War as he gets “dusted”) or to tell them that their death is welcome and to let them go (a la Theoden in Return of the King). I remember a Werewolf game where a beloved PC was dying and telling her beloved pack how much she cared for them. There were many real tears being shed around the table, including by me as the Storyteller. Giving the PC a chance to speak and interact, even though it’s not part of the rules, gave the group a moment that I know I personally will never forget.

The biggest piece of advice I can give is that you must make sure your players are onboard with this. If you want death to be more powerful, impactful, and difficult to return from, DO NOT spring this on your players mid-game. This should be something everyone’s aware of, not something that comes as a surprise. Let everyone know during Session Zero; make sure everyone is okay with it, and, if not, be prepared to either back off from the idea (or else find a different player who’s onboard.) Like the X-card, be prepared to modify this even mid-campaign if someone shows that maybe they’re not as okay with losing Damathran Darkwarden as they thought they were. In the end, it’s just a game. It’s not worth hurting feelings and losing friends over.

I hope that helps, DD. Thanks for the question!