#i do spend a lot of time on my feet walking around my small store

[herozdiary]

Lazy morning

Francis x reader

This diary entry contains…Fluff|established relationship|Baker x milkman is now my favorite thing to write for this man| Mentions of the doppleganger incident going on|Reader and francis are honestly the happiest couple in that damn complex.|

The quiet start to your morning was ruined by Francis's loud alarm clock. You groaned as you turned over and placed a pillow over your ear to block out the sound. The bakery was closed for the day due to some construction that needed to be done. You could hear Francis mumble a small apology to you as he turned off the clock.

The feeling of some weight being lifted off the bed made you take the pillow off your ear and place in back in its proper spot. Unlike you, Francis still needed to do his rounds for the day before he could come back home and spend the rest of it with you." If it makes you feel better, we can start the day together" You yawned out as you sat up. Francis nodded as he lazily looked through the closet for his work uniform.

"I wished I could take the day off but I'm aiming for perfect attendance for this week" he said as he pulled out the familiar set of white clothes. You got out a bed before stretching." I think you're doing a good job so far" you said as you fixed up your spot of the bed and slid your feet into the cupcake slippers Francis had bought you as a gift.

You followed Francis to the bathroom where you flipped the light out and turned to sink on." I hope I don't have to do many deliveries today. Half the people I deliver milk too don't even use it I bet" He mumbled out as he grabbed his toothbrush and wetted it. You grab the toothpaste before applying a good amount onto Francis's before putting some on yours.

"Milk isn't a favorite of lots of people. I don't even know why you bother to still bring it to them" you say before popping the toothbrush into your mouth. Francis shrugged as he brushed his teeth for a good 2 minutes before spitting the toothpaste into the sink.

"People claim to want to start to drink milk more but we know that never works out for long" He says as he grabbed his washcloth and began to start his skincare routine.

You nodded as you fill a cup with water and took a sip before swishing it around your mouth and spitting it back out into the sink, Rinsing the sink out in the process.

Once the two of you were done in the bathroom, you made your way to the kitchen where you didn't feel like cooking, so you decided to make two bowls of cereal." Did you want frosted flakes or are you feeling like cheerios?" You asked as grabbed the spoons and put them into the bowl.

"Cheerios" Francis said as he went to go put his shoes on by the front door. You grabbed the box before pouring some in a milk themed bowl you bought Francis one day when you went to the store.

You picked whatever cereal you liked and poured into a cake themed bowl that you bought yourself. You poured milk into both before setting them onto the table and taking a seat.

Francis joined you as he poked at his cereal a little before taking a couple of bites of it. "I'm a little worried., About the whole doppelganger thing" you say while taking a spoonful of cereal and eating it. Francis looked at you before giving you a weak smile.

"I know, it's pretty scary to think about. But hopefully that new doorman can do their job right and figure out who is actually a real person." Francis said as he finished off his cereal. You took your last bite before handing Francis your bowl as he gladly took it and placed them in the sink.

"I trust them. They seem to be very good at their job so!" you said, trying your best to think positive as you looked over Francis. His facial features were so easy to remember as you had seen it a bunch of times so you would know right away if it was a doppelganger.

"Now, I sadly must leave you here all alone so I can go give people their milk" he said as he began to walk to the front door. You followed after him like a lost puppy as you gave him a smile.

"Don't take too long! and take breaks also please dear" you say as Francis nods as he put on his hat before grabbing his keys as he turns to look at you. "I promise I'll take breaks" he says as you squint your eyes before holding out your pinky to him.

"Are you really about to make me pinky promise on this?" He chuckles before interlocking his pinky with you. "Yes, and you better not break it" you say before placing a small kiss onto his cheek.

"I think I deserve one on my lips" he said as he grabbed your waist and placed a quick kiss on your lips. You giggled as you tipped his hat a little." Be safe please, I wouldn't be able to handle the thought of one of those monsters getting you" you say as you fixed his hat back as he removed his hands from your waist.

"I can just throw a bottle of milk at them if they even thought about bothering me" he said as he unlocked the door and opened it. "I'll be back soon" he said as he stepped out, closing the door behind him.

You locked the door back up before sighing as you shuffled back to the living room and plopped onto the couch as turned the TV, At least you could watch your favorite show without Francis commenting on it every five seconds.

#character x you #video game x reader #x reader #x y/n #fluff #not my neighbor x you #not my neighbor x reader #not my neighbor #francis mosses x you #francis mosses x reader

[skzfairyy]

11:23pm

Pairings: Lee Minho x reader!

Genre: fluff, fluff, a bit of angst if you squint (Lee Know being... Lee Know, ya know)

Warnings: lots of kisses !!

Wc: 743 words

AN: Minho being soft behind closed doors was on my mind and it just had to be written lmao -Y2

The boys had been in the living room enjoying each other's company for a couple hours now. With their new album coming out soon, they were extremely busy with fully packed schedules, meaning she’s rarely gotten to see Minho and his bandmates have any actual fun all-together. So being the courteous girlfriend that she was, Y/N decided to give them their space tonight, and let them enjoy the little bit of free time they did have.

Her living room had been turned into the ultimate video game lover's dream, thanks to Felix and Jeongin bringing over their consoles for the group to play on. Minho had ordered some pizzas and made sure they were fully stocked up on their favorite snacks and drinks. Meanwhile, Y/N took this time to binge her favorite show with the fur babies to keep her company.

She was holed away in her home office, comfortably dressed in her favorite loungewear set and fluffy socks. She’d made it to episode fourteen before noticing the previous noise from the tv and loud laughter of her boyfriend and his friends had quieted down. 

     “Shall we go check on Daddy, kitties? It seems like everyone’s finally left.” 

With Soonie cuddled in her arms, her slipper-covered feet pad against the ground softly as she makes her way over to the door. Cracking it open, Doongie and Dori dash past her ankles and towards different nooks in the apartment that they like to hide in. With a skip of her teeth at the sudden betrayal, Y/N walks into the now-empty living room. 

     “Boys and their need to have every snack known to man while they game…” Y/N grumbles aloud as she lets the cat in her arms go to pick up empty snack wrappers from the coffee table.

Though it’s not a giant mess, she takes it upon herself to tidy up the common area as she waits for Minho to return from walking his friends out. 

Soonie announces Minho’s arrival with a soft meow as Y/N just finishes her cleaning. She’s now scrolling through her phone on the couch when her boyfriend appears in the doorway. 

     “Everyone get home okay?” 

     “Yeah. Innie left one of his controllers, so I met him at that convenience store down the road so he didn’t have to come all the way back." He leans down to pet the cat’s head briefly before walking into the living room.

     “Hosting is so exhausting.” He adds after plopping down onto the couch, his eyes closed as his body sagged against the cushions as if spending time with his best friends was the most draining thing in the world. 

     “Yeah.. but you still had fun.” A small giggle tumbles from her lips as she puts her phone down to look at him, giving Minho her undivided attention. 

She watches him silently with a small smile, his nose twitches briefly as his eyebrows furrow. Sometimes he’ll be doing the most mundane things and she can’t help but feel overwhelmed by how beautiful he is. After leaving her usually stoic boyfriend alone for most of the day, Y/N couldn’t help herself as she leaned forward, kissing his frown gently before moving on, peppering light kisses over his face. 

In return Minho grumbles, faking his displeasure as his own hands contradict him. They move to rest on her exposed thigh, his fingers tracing small circles as she smothers him with affection. 

     “If the boys saw you enjoying this, you’d never hear the end of it.” She teases between her kisses. 

     “Who said I was enjoying it?” Minho’s eyebrow raises as he opens one eye to look at her. 

     “Oh if that’s the case then I can go-“  Y/N halts all affection and moves to stand up from the couch. Only for him to reach out and grasp her wrist, quickly pulling her back down into his lap. 

     “No! I was joking! Keep kissing me, it feels nice.” He whines out as his arms move to wrap around her waist with his face near her own, ready for more affection.

     “You’re impossible, Lee Minho.” Y/N’s laughter rings out through their apartment as her finger comb through his hair lazily and her soft kisses once again decorate his face. 

     “You love it.” He voices with a small smirk, pinching her sides playfully before catching her lips into an actual kiss, which Y/N returns with a smile.

Y2K masterlist

#y2kstories #lee know x reader #lee minho x reader #skz x reader #stray kids x reader #straykids #skz fluff #skz recs

[thinkingaboutjaedyn]

five things about you [k.ohara x reader]

prompt: five things kelley does while you're pregnant that makes you fall more inlove with her.

author notes: i think this is finally the end of my writers block. i have so many requests in my inbox, and i swear i'll get to them eventually (sooner than later i hope). hope y'all enjoy this kelley fluff!

I. how she talks to your belly when she thinks you're sleeping

ever since you started to show a bit with a small belly bump kelley has been talking to it. the moment you drift off to sleep she places her hands gently on your belly and places a few soft kisses on the skin there. smiling as she quietly says whatever comes to mind.

"your momma ate lots of fruit today, i hope you liked them" she says. laughing when she remembers how you refused to eat anything but fruit the whole day. claiming that anything else would be too nasty, too bitter. you needed something sweet and only that. "she walked around a lot today too. couldn't sit down until i picked her up and put her on the couch. did that bother you? huh, baby?" kelley smiles, placing another kiss on your belly.

what kelley doesn't realize is that you are wide awake, just too tired from the day to open your eyes. ever since you gotten pregnant you have became a light sleeper (one of the worst things pregnancy have gifted you in your opinion). it takes everything in you to not smile and tangle your fingers in the brunette's hair. however instead of doing that, you just let kelley continue saying nonsense to your swollen belly. internally reminding yourself to tease her about this when you two's baby is born, but for now you let her indulge.

II. how she lifts up your belly every time you complain about the weight

kelley has been very in tune with any pains you had since you started to show symptoms of pregnancy. finding a way to help with every one or aleast a way to support you though it. when your feet started to swell, she would massage them or carry you wherever you wanted to go even if you complained about how you would be too heavy. same with when your back started to hurt, she massages it with such care that you swear she must have took some classes. weird cravings? don't worry she already is on her way to the store to buy them.

your all time favorite though is definitely when your wife takes it upon herself to relieve you of some of that belly bump weight.

"is this good enough for you, babes?" kelley says against your ear as her hands up under your belly. smiling as she lifts up your bump. placing a kiss on your cheek when you groan out in satisfaction. "very good. thank you, baby" you say. turning your head to give a kiss in appreciation. the brunette hums into the kiss, savoring the domesticity of the moment.

III. how she excited she gets when you two go baby shopping

the best part of your pregnancy is the shopping part. going into different shops as you look at various adorable baby clothes, toys, and strollers makes all the pain worth it. the mental gymnastics you jump though to justify some of your purchases are sorta insane, but it's not like kelley is complaining. far from it. if she could spend half of her day in the shops, looking at baby clothes, she would.

you two's hands are interlocking as y'all walk into a small boutique. d.c is littered with similar shops like these and you enjoy that fact very much. the shop is nicely decorated with baby blue, white, and a light yellow being the main colors. you let go of kelley's hand to go over to the clothes section and you assume kelley walks over to the toys section as you hear a baby rattle that your wife is most likely playing with right now.

"pink or purple..?" you mumble to yourself as your hands rest on some baby dresses. the little ruffles on the dresses making you wish the baby was here faster than your due date. your indecision doesn't last long as you feel the presence of someone besides you. before you can even turn to see who it is, their voice already tells you who it is.

"do you think our little girl is going to like dinosaurs or whales?" kelley says with a t-rex plushie in one arm and a humpback whale plushie in the other. both are absolutely adorable, but you find kelley the most adorable out of the three. "does it really matter? she can just like both, so get both" you say as you go back to back to looking at the dresses.

"but babeee, it does matter!" kelley half shouts, half whispers. "little kids usually fixate on just one thing and i don't wanna get her the one she wouldn't fixate on" she pouts at your lack of attention to the obviously very big problem at the moment. you giggle, turning towards her fully to look at the plushies again. "i don't think that's actually true but okay baby, whatever you say" you grab onto the whale plushie and pull it out of kelley's grasp. holding it up to eye level to really get a look at it.

"hm.. this one," you hand the plushie back to your wife. she smiles at you before frowning again, "but what if you're wrong?"

"why would i be wrong? i'm the one giving birth to the little rascal."

"for one, she's not a rascal and for two, you can still be wrong babe!"

"okay okay, just get both" you say. kelley just nods before walking off, probably back to the toys aisle.

now back to those dresses..

IV. how she always carries you at every opportunity like you weigh nothing

it didn't matter if you were in pain or not, kelley was always quick to pick you up bridal style. you always whine that "you're too heavy" but your wife doesn't really care.

it's another day where your back is killing you and your feet feel like they are water balloons just waiting to pop. you try to ignore the pain by laying down on the couch and drowning yourself in stupid rom-coms until kelley makes it back home.

that method only works for so long so when you hear the sound of the front door opening, you sit up and call out for kelley, "babe!"

"hm? what is it, baby?" she says as she walks into the living room. dropping her bag down near the end of the couch. she realizes what is the problem as she notices how you are still on the couch just like how you were two hours ago when you were on the phone with her. "baby hurting you?" kelley chuckles as you nod, coming around the couch to stand next to where you are sitting up at. taking a single finger to lightly tap on your stomach, "bad baby."

"don't be mean to my princess," you joke, giving kelley a light slap on her hand. she grabs onto your hand and gives it a kiss before placing a kiss on your baby bump. "sorry, little one. just wish you didn't cause your momma so much pain," she says as she lays her head against the bump.

you smile hearing her words. letting out a light yawn that makes kelley look up from your belly to you.

"tired?"

"mhm. been tired the entire day, but i didn't feel like walking up the stairs to bed.." you mumble. the obvious sleepiness in your voice makes kelley frown. she stands up before picking up without any warning. you yelp in surprise, slapping your wife gently on the shoulder. laughter flows from your lips as kelley starts to walk out of the living room. you don't start whining about how you weight too much until she reaches the stairs. "i'm way too big to be carried up a flight of stairs," you whine out. trying to get out of kelley's grasp, but she holds onto you tight enough that you can't wiggle out of her arms.

"never too heavy for me. if that ever happens i guess i just need to hit the gym more," the brunette laughs out. empathizing her point as she easily walks up the stairs with you in her arms. not faltering once.

she takes you right into you two's bedroom and lays you down on the bed. placing a kiss on your forehead before going over to the closet to grab one of her oversized shirts. throwing it to you as she walks back over to the bed. "too sleep in. want you to be all comfy," kelley lays down on the bed beside you. "thanks baby" you say as you change into the shirt, being too lazy to change out of your pajama shorts.

it takes only ten minutes for you to slip off to sleep after your head hits the pillow. of course you wake back up five minutes later, turning over to cuddle into kelley's side before drifting back off. she places soft kisses all your face as you drift off, admiring how peaceful you look.

V. how she proudly shows you off

kelley considers herself to be a pretty private person when it comes to relationships. you two's relationship wasn't even confirmed until you posted a photo of your engagement two years ago. however, she was happy to show off your pregnancy. posting a photo dump of you being adorable doing pregnant wifey things every couple months. she just finds you to be even more beautiful after getting pregnant. that baby glow was doing wonders for you.

it was the day of the baby shower alex and your sister helped to plan. kristie was also the one to help you pick out an aesthetic for the venue, but that was pretty much it.

you have cried about five times since the party started. once because seeing your family come out made you emotional, another two times because all of kelley's friends were sweethearts especially alex who is by your side for a majority of the event, one more time after seeing harper (sam bought along some of her aussie friends and katrina wouldn't miss the opportunity to come to a baby shower) running around with charlie which made you think of the baby that is ready to pop in your belly, and one last time because the vanilla cake was really good.

after eating, it was time to reveal the gender of the baby to you two's family and friends. kelley's arm is resting over your shoulder as you hold a white balloon in your hands.

"ready, baby?" she whispers to you. smiling once you nod.

"alright!" kelley says loudly to the mini crowd infront of you two. "one, two, three!" they count down. on three kelley pokes the balloon and it pops out pink confetti. lynn is the first to gasp out in celebration and pretty soon everyone follows after.

while everyone else is celebrating the reveal, kelley is pulling you into a hug. your arms go to wrap around her neck. tears threatening to fall from your eyes despite having already known the gender of the baby before the whole event. "i don't even know why i'm about to cry. we both already knew it was a babygirl," you say into kelley's shoulder. she pulls back a bit to look at her. wiping the tears that did manage to escape from your eyes. "it's okay. it's not just about the reveal, but having everyone here with us makes it so special. i almost cried but you know.. i would rather not being teased forever" she reassures you.

you two take a few more moments to talk before celebrating with the rest of your friends and family.

later on in the evening, long after the kiddos attending the party were put to sleep, all of the adults sit at the tables. kelley and you are back standing at the front of the venue where all the gifts are. a glass of wine sits nicely in your wife's hands with her other hand resting on your belly.

"okay firstly i would like to thank everyone for coming out, we loved seeing you all. secondly i want to thank the beautiful woman standing next to me right now.." the brunette smiles as you roll your eyes in mock annoyance. "i want to thank my beautiful wife, y/n, for being the perfect woman for me. who happily supports me with every venture i done and is always there for me. you're going to be a great mother once this little one pops. love you, baby" she says before pulling you into a short kiss.

you almost use your hand to shelter you two but decide against it. the damage is already done and you can already hear sam starting her teasing. emily of course has to jump in on it too.

looks like kelley isn't going to go tease-free today after all.

#kelley ohara x reader #kelley o'hara #uswnt x reader #uswnt #woso fanfics #woso x reader

[steddiealltheway]

Part Two of Not-So-Secret Secret Admirer!! Part One. AO3 Link.

Eddie comes into the video store only to be immediately shoved out the doors by Robin who follows him out. Eddie nearly trips over his own feet, but Robin grabs onto his shoulders with crazed eyes. “Get. Him. Another. Gift. He thinks his admirer has vanished, and he’s worse than before. Inconsolable,” Robin says. She turns Eddie around by the shoulders then pushes him away yelling, “Go!” 

With the head start, Eddie finds himself jogging towards his van as if his life depended on it. It’s only been five days, but Eddie honestly has been desperately awaiting the next gift from E.R.. He already has the start of one at his trailer, so he makes the drive back and finishes it off. He wonders how he’s going to sneak it into Family Video once again. 

He spends his drive back contemplating different methods when he realizes Robin can be his look out. Whenever she spots his van, she can distract Steve. Eddie just hopes Steve doesn’t link it all together. Maybe he should add some variation but... he wants to see Steve’s reaction to his gifts. Just to make sure he likes them so he knows what to get next... really. 

He pulls into the parking lot and thinks for a moment. He tucks the present behinds his back and carefully sets it on the trunk of Steve’s car as he walks in. He jumps as he finds Steve sitting at the counter immediately as he walks in. 

But Steve looks... sad. Like overwhelmingly so. He glances up slowly from whatever tape he’s fiddling with and sends Eddie a half-hearted smile. That simply won’t do.  

“You okay?” Eddie asks as he leans on the counter. 

“Yeah,” Steve says entirely unconvincingly. 

Eddie hops up on the counter and swings his legs around to sit on it. “Talk to me.” 

Steve sighs. “I just... don’t think the whole secret admirer thing worked out. It’s no big deal really.” Yeah, that’s a lie. 

“And how do you know it isn’t working?” 

“She hasn’t left anything in days,” Steve replies solemnly. 

Eddie tries not to cringe at the thought that Steve thinks it’s some random girl. “Well maybe you aren’t looking hard enough.” 

Steve looks up at Eddie with furrowed brows. He glances around him and looks at his car. “The front of my car looks pretty empty.” 

“Who says they left it on the front of your car?” Eddie questions. 

Steve gives him a look of confusion, but then seems to have a lightbulb moment as he bumps Eddie off the counter to leap over it and rush out the door. He squats down looking at the tops of his tires before trekking around to the back of his car, finally spotting the red heart shaped box. He immediately breaks out into a wide smile and holds it up proudly. 

He comes back through the door, already reading the note on the top of the box. “What does it say?” Eddie asks. 

Steve stares at it confused. “Words I would use to describe you.” He opens up the box and finds the assorted chocolates inside. “What?” Steve wonders aloud. 

“Maybe they put it in the chocolate or something,” Eddie suggests, thinking about how that had been his first idea before he realized that would be some type of hazard. 

“Wait!” Robin yells, coming out of the break room from apparently eavesdropping on their conversation. “What if they’re poisoned!” 

“Robin, what?” 

“What if they’re poisoned, Steve,” Robin repeats slowly. 

Eddie picks up a chocolate and shrugs before taking a small bite out of it. He chews slowly and swallows. “Seems alright to me,” he comments then promptly collapses to the ground behind the counter. 

“Eddie!” Steve yells scaling the counter at an alarmingly fast rate. He finds Eddie staring up at him with a huge smile and shoves him. “Dude, I thought you had died again or something.” 

“I’m trying to keep that as a one-time thing for as long as possible,” Eddie half jokes before taking Steve’s hand to help him stand up. He finds himself quickly in Steve’s space as he stares at him. “Do I have something in my hair or...” Eddie asks running his fingers through his hair. 

“No, I was just... making sure you didn’t hit your head or something when you decided to be dramatic.” 

“Well, the dramatics established there’s nothing wrong with the chocolate, so what does it say this time?” Robin asks. Eddie kind of forgot she was there. 

Steve glances back at the box and looks down at the empty pocket the chocolate was in. He reaches down and grabs a folded-up piece of paper. Eddie grabs the lid and shows it to Robin to explain what it means before Steve reads it out. “Kind, caring, and giving.” 

“They didn’t see when you stole the last gummy worm out of the bag this morning,” Robin comments. 

“They were in my car, and I bought them!” Steve argues. Eddie tries to hold back his smile at their antics, knowing that they’ll both yell at him for thinking their “very serious” conversation is funny to him.  

Robin sighs. “I’m going to raid Keith’s secret snack stash to see if he has anymore.” She walks back to the break room. 

Steve rolls his eyes then grabs a chocolate and pops it in his mouth, chewing as he unfolds the note. He swallows loudly as he reads it. “Now I know they really don’t know me,” Steve says folding the note back up and putting it back. 

Eddie snatches it and unfolds it, ducking away from Steve’s hands as they try to snatch the note back. He glances at the note for only a second before it’s taken away. Eddie knows exactly what note it is – insanely intelligent. Steve flushes red and looks ashamedly at him. “It sounds like they know you as well as I do,” Eddie says honestly and tries not to reveal how true that statement is. 

Steve stares at him for a few moments, as if he’s afraid Eddie’s going to take it back or make a joke out of it. Then, he breaks out into a small smile. “Thanks, man.” 

Eddie heart beats a little faster. “Alright, one more before I hit the road.” He needs to get out of here and clear his head. 

Steve takes half a bite out of a chocolate and holds out the other half for Eddie who accepts it, trying not to think about how Steve’s mouth was just on it. Steve unfolds the note and laughs loudly. He turns it around and shows the note in all caps – HOT. 

Eddie laughs with Steve, trying to convince himself he’s laughing at his own note and not just laughing because he’s so overjoyed to see the way Steve responds to his gift. He easily makes his way over the counter and out the front door. 

“And they are right!” Eddie announces, just in time to see Steve’s jaw drop as the door closes. Eddie laughs and tries to figure out what to get him next.

Part Three

Tag List (This is going to be an overwhelmingly cheesy and fluff filled one. Hoping to make it a pretty short series):

@wrenisflying @gobbledy-gluk-gluk @swimmingbirdrunningrock @ghostlyjax @wheatnoodle @yet-still-more-banched @moonshadows-13 @princessstevemunson @adankrivervalleynearyou @manda-panda-monium @brassreign @bornonthesavage @unclewaynemunson @bird-with-pencils @themardlonk @fangirltofangod @csinnamon-fox @mightbeasleep @theysherobinbuckley

#steddie #steddie fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #secret admirer

[kookygranger]

Is This Desire?

Firefighter!Steve Harrington x Witch!Reader

Love isn't always enough. Steve disagrees.

Warnings: 18+ minors dni, angst, reader gets in a verbal fight with steve, witchcraft, reader is a town outcast, fem!reader, no upside down/no hawkins au

Word count: 2.4k

Author's note: That’s it for this little series! I’ll still be thinking about lover boy Steve and his witchy gf (me) for the rest of the summer while I down sweet iced tea, so please send through any questions, ideas or PJ Harvey lyrical prompts if you’d like me to turn them into blurbs! 

Series Masterlist

Chapter Five: To Lift Above

It began with small incidents.

A look from strangers, as you’re buying a loaf of bread and that peanut butter Steve likes at the grocery store in town. One that judges without even knowing you, deciding you’ll always be a subject in the rumour mill.

Whispers as you walk past people in town, hand-in-hand with their golden boy.

How could he be with her? He must be under some love spell. She keeps him trapped up in that house. He’s always with her, following her around like a lost puppy. She must’ve hexed him.

Steve Harrington would be better off without that witch.

After your uncle died and you were employed by the library you spent a lot more time in town, but ultimately you still kept mostly to yourself. You may have felt restricted growing up in that house, but it was a safe space – certainly now after you’d transformed it into a proper home and Steve had brought light to the darkest corners of it.

And when the glares and slights got too much, you could retreat. Find solace in your books and soft cushions, in the perfumed garden full of life and forgiving nature.

But Steve, enamoured as he was, would find you time and time again. You didn’t think much of it at first, more than happy to welcome him into your space where he fit in just perfectly – like he always does. But the whispers eventually wore you down.

Maybe he was spending too much time away from his life. Maybe he should be having drinks after work with the rest of his colleagues, playfully pestering Robin at the bar instead of being curled up on the couch eating takeout because you couldn’t handle going out.

Maybe he should be dating a normal girl that wouldn’t turn him into a town pariah. That wouldn’t drag him down to her level.

After Steve’s close call, you watched over him in that hospital bed. The wheels turning all night, small incidents only fuelling the fire.

Steve Harrington would be better off without you.

You knew he wouldn’t back down easy. He would disagree of course, probably even change your mind with that charming smile, so you had to be smarter. You had to take his ability to fight back, fight for you, out of the equation.

Then the opportunity presented itself in the form of a spell.

It had been a couple of weeks since the incident, Steve recovering under your blankets as you played nurse, using his injury as a way to keep some distance. And as much as it pained Steve, he thought that’s all it was. He thought your refusal to turn cuddling into anything more and the faraway look in your eyes that hardly ever met his anymore was a symptom of the scare you’d endured. That you were still spooked and just being overly cautious of his wellbeing.

It wasn’t until he came across an open spell book one day in your library, after hobbling downstairs to find the novel he’d bookmarked while you were out, and noticed the matching ingredients gathered on the desk around it, that he finally realised where your mind had been going.

You call for him an hour later, when you come home and find the bed empty upstairs. He hears your feet padding around the house until your head peaks through the library door and you spot him sitting on the chair at your desk.

“What is this?”

You step into the room. “What do you mean? I thought we had that discussion about my books. I’m a witch remember.”

He hates the bitterness that word seems to hold on your tongue. Like it’s a slur rather than a gift. Like you could ever be anything other than a miracle.

“Please don’t condescend me.”

You falter, a frown creasing your face. “I wasn’t trying to–I’m sorry.” He watches you shrink in on yourself when your eyes flicker between the book and surrounding evidence. “I just think it would be for the best.”

“What exactly?” His hand brings the book closer to him, eyes scanning the contents before landing back on you. “What are you planning to do with a memory-wiping spell, huh?”

He’s angry, and you know he’s already worked it out. But he needs to hear you admit it.

“I was planning to make you forget me, Steve.” Your voice is barely above a whisper, scared to initiate this conversation you were trying desperately to avoid.

His jaw clenches, and when his voice comes out steady, you know he’s trying his hardest to still be soft with you. “Can you please explain to me why on earth you would do that?”

Your eyes squeeze shut at the first sign of burning, head tilting upwards to avoid a spill over your lash line. You take a deep breath in, confessing on the exhale. “You shouldn’t be with me. You deserve someone else, someone–better for you.”

“I disagree.” You hear the chair creak as he stands up and your head snaps down, body instinctively ready to reach out to him in his injured state before you stop it. “That person doesn’t exist. Next.” He gestures for you to continue, so dismissively that your blood begins to boil. “What are your reasons?”

You huff, “My reasons? How about the fact that you can’t walk down the street with me without getting dirty looks! How about when you miss out on spending time with your friends from work or going out with Robin because you’re stuck here hiding with me?”

“Stuck? How am I stuck? You realise I can make my own decisions, right? That I choose to be here with you because I want to. It is the best part of my day. Coming home to you. Waking up with you beside me. I don’t give a shit, what any of those small-minded people think.” His arms gesticulate so passionately you’d be concerned about his injured rib if you weren’t so preoccupied with getting your own point across.

“It isn’t enough.”

Steve’s shoulders deflate, he could feel his heart shattering. “What do you mean?”

“You’re giving up too much Steve.”

He shakes his head. “I don’t think I am. Besides, even if I was, I’d give up everything for you. I love you.”

You bite your lip, tears finally spilling over, hot on your flushed cheeks. “You think this is love?”

He frowns, “What else could it be?”

“Lust. Desire.”

He scoffs, “I know you don’t believe that. You’re just scared.”

You shrug, taking a step closer to him. “Maybe I am. Shouldn’t that mean something?”

“Yeah, it means that this is real.” He mirrors you with a step forward.

“Okay, then. What if it is love–”

“If?” He scoffs again, hands finding his hips in defence.

“Is love really enough? It can’t always be.”

“What else is there too it?”

“Many things Steve.” You’re almost whining, begging him to see your point of view.

“I don’t get it. Of course it’s enough. There’s no point in existing without you.” He steps closer again, bridging the gap with a gentle but grounding hand on your arm.

“You did before.”

“No,” he shakes his head, “It was nothing like this. And it wouldn’t ever be the same without you.” His free hand reaches up to wipe the tears off your face. “You’re scared I get it.”

You sniffle as you lean into his touch. “Aren’t you?”

“I was to begin with. I never knew I could love so intensely, and it scared me. The thought of messing this up,” he shakes his head eyes burrowing into yours, a crease in between his brows, “but not having you at all is a way worse fate. I’m standing here because I love you, and nothing can take that away. Not even your spell. You can’t make me forget how I feel.”

You laugh wetly, softening as you turn pliable under his touch. “Are you trying to undermine my magic Steve Harrington?”

He embraces you fully for the first time in weeks, nuzzling into your hair and kissing the side of your head. “I’m just tryna’ say you can’t control how other people feel. And you sure as hell can’t keep me away.”

Your arms reach around his torso and you cry into the warmth that is him.

“Steve.”

He grips you a little tighter, “I love you.”

You bury your face in his neck, voice muffled but full of conviction. “I love you too.”

***

Halloween 1993

The crinkling of plastic is what alerts you to his presence. He stops mid-chew when your head snaps up from the paper bag you were grabbing another packet from, hand literally caught in the candy jar.

“Steve!”

“It was just one.” He defends through a mouthful of chocolate, backing away from the plastic bowl of sugary treats. You walk over with a bag of lollipops and he smirks, leaning on the kitchen counter. “I think you’ve probably got enough to treat the whole town baby.”

You sigh, and pop the plastic bag in your hands, tipping its contents into another bowl. “I just don’t want to run out.” You mumble as you crinkle the empty packet in your hand before throwing it in the trash, but Steve still hears it. “Don’t need to give them any more ammunition to the egg the house.”

Steve frowns and you offer him a strawberry lollipop from the bowl before he has a chance to say anything. He grins, unwrapping the clear plastic over the candy quickly, smile never leaving his face as he sucks on his prize. An exaggerated pop and a corny line leaving him, “Mmm, almost as sweet as you.” Before he kisses your shoulder.

“Steve.”

He chuckles as you look away from him, burning up under his attention, squeezing your hip. “What? Where’s the lie?” Another kiss to your cheek, sugary sweet and you’re giggling like a child with a bag full of candy.

You’d dressed in your witchiest attire for the first Halloween without your uncle in this house. The first Halloween with Steve in it.

You wanted to let the people of this town see that there was nothing scary lurking in between the lavender and chamomile flowers. Just the tacky decorations you’d spent half a day putting up. You’d even dusted off an old, pointed hat you found in the attic belonging to one of your ancestors. Steve couldn’t hide his surprise when you’d come downstairs looking like a character from a children’s book. “Thought I’d get in on the joke.”

As the evening bleeds into night, and you still haven’t been visited by a single one of the children you can hear screaming and laughing beyond your garden gate, your hope of them taking your olive branch deflates.

You take your hat off, quickly wiping a tear away as you move inside and Steve’s heart breaks. Why won’t they give you a fucking chance? They don’t deserve you.

He bounds down the street, imaginary chain mail and armour glinting under the setting sun and finds some familiar faces in the fathers on his crew. He’s clapped on the back and welcomed into their circle, one of the older men asking the cause of the frown etched on his defiant face.

“It’s my girl, she’s a little upset that no one’s stopped by to trick or treat. I know it’s out of the way, but she’s done up the whole front of the house and it looks awesome. Even got full-sized candy bars, which I told her was too much.” He waves in the direction of your house.

“Full-sized candy?” A child dressed in a pirate costume runs up to the group. “Dad, can we go there?”

“Of course. Let’s go to Steve’s.”

When the door thuds shut behind Steve you don’t look up from your position on the couch, instead sinking in further and soaking up any stray tears with the sleeve of your dress.

“Baby, where’d the candy go?”

“It’s in the kitchen. Help yourself.” Your voice is small compared to Steve’s boisterous shout as he locates the goods.

“Thought you said I couldn’t have any.”

You shrug even though he can’t see it, “S’not like we need it.”

The doorbell chimes as he makes his way back through the house, grinning. “I don’t know about that.”

You shake your head, “It’s probably just some kids daring each other to ring the door.”

Steve thinks you look a lot like the little girl in the window as you sit there hugging your knees, his mind flashing back to the bats and screams and your warm presence. He thanks whatever higher power might’ve brought him to your house that night, even if it was just Tommy Hagan’s misguided machismo.

His voice is gentle, “Why don’t you come help me get the door.”

“Steve–“

“Baby, c’mon. Just trust me.”

You huff because you know you’ll never not trust that smile and follow him to the front door. When it creaks open to a chorus of high-pitched trick or treats, it takes you a second to register what’s happening. You blink when a little girl tells you she likes your costume, taking in the group of children on your doorstep with open arms holding out candy-filled bags and the parents giving Steve a wave from the bottom of the porch steps. A smile takes hold of your face, one of the brightest Steve has ever had the privilege of witnessing and you spring into action. You dish out handfuls of candy to each child, who squeals out delighted thanks and compliment every one of them on their costume.

Steve holds the bowl for you, rubbing a soothing hand up and down your back the whole time until the children bound back down the front steps and he waves to their parents. An older gentleman smiles your way and thanks you and you return the sentiment as they all head off back down the garden path.

When the door closes on their excited chatter, you pull Steve in by his shirt collar for a deep kiss. His free hand resting on your waist when you lean back and whisper.

“Thank you.”

He’s dusted pink like it’s the first time your lips have ever met, his hand reaches up to your face, thumb swiping across your cheek that was sticky with tears just moments ago.

“I love you.”

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[julebirdie]

cinema

ft. dk batman/bruce wayne

reader is gn

not requested

disc. reader wears beaded bracelets (not rlly a disc), bruce is a total flirt, fourth wall is broken like two times, use of (y/n), reader likes horror movies

in all honesty, bruce had no idea why he was there, in front if that glass door. the sign above it read ‘g central films.’ it was a hole-in-the-wall store in the heart of gotham, most people passed by it without a second thought. so why didn’t he? what drew him here?

looking around for paparazzi—even though he disguised himself well enough— bruce pushed the door open and heard a bell ding above him. the store was very cluttered, film posters decorated the walls as semi-organized shelves held a wide array of movies, magazines, books, and merchandise.

“hi, sorry, i’ll be with you in a second!” a voice called out from a storage closet, and bruce took off the hood he was wearing, and took to strolling the shelves. he ran his fingers along the spines of the many medias present, feeling new and old items against his fingertips.

the sound of beaded bracelets clinking against each other was the largest indicator of someone’s presence, and an employee—who bruce could assume was also the owner— stood at the opening of the shelf-made hallway.

“holy shit-“ you gasped. when you came into work today, you expected many things. maybe scarecrow would break out of arkham and fear gas the city, or you’d be robbed by some goon, but having billionaire bruce wayne standing in your store was not on that list.

“i’m sorry- excuse my language- what can i help you with mr. wayne?” you asked.

“please, call me bruce.” he said, walking up to where you stood and stuck his hand out, inviting you to shake it—which you did.

“right, bruce, looking for anything in particular?” you inquired, letting your hand fall to your side as you fiddled with the hem of your shirt.

“to be completely honest with you, i didn’t come here with anything in mind,” bruce said, winking, “unless a cute store owner wants to recommend me something.”

your heart started to beat ridiculously fast, it wouldn’t have surprised you if bruce could hear it.

“erm- uh- do you have any genres you like? maybe we could start there?”

“hm, never really paid attention to film genres,” bruce shrugged. he absolutely did pay attention to them, but he’d be lying if he didn’t want to spend time with you, the cute movie enthusiast.

“right, um, i really like horror, uh, i have a few favorites if you wanna pick from them,” you mentally punched yourself for the constant nervous stuttering, though bruce found it very charming.

“sounds good to me, lead the way…”

“(y/n).”

“your name suits you.”

this flirting was gonna knock you off your feet.

you walked out from the shelf area and went behind the counter, digging in a box underneath. bruce stood in front, looking at the items in the glass display case that showcased the more expensive merchandise. whether it be an authentic autograph from cillian murphy (bruce wondered how you managed to get that,) a rare vinyl for a very popular band, or— bruce’s face heated up when he saw the batman-themed jewelry.

he was very flattered, can you tell?

“okay, here we are.” bruce snapped up from the items to see a small stack of horror movie cds propped in front of him. movies such as american psycho, scream, candyman, and the blair witch project caught his eye.

“anything catch your eye bruce? i can always find more if this isn’t up to your speed,” you said, tapping your fingers against the glass. bruce stared at the collection before picking up the cd for american psycho.

“i’ll go with this one,” he said.

“american psycho? alright, a lot of people think it’s garbage but i really like it— has anyone ever told you you look like christian bale?” you asked, picking up the rest of the cds before placing them where they were before.

“christian bale, hm. I definitely see a resemblance, is he your celebrity crush?” bruce teased, and you nearly dropped the cd as you were renting it out to him.

“pssh, no—i mean, not that you’re ugly you’re really handsome—uh, i mean—fuck-“ bruce laughed at the way you got when he teased you, it was adorable.

“right-heres your cd bruce,” you said, handing him the box with shaky hands. he took the box and gently lifted your hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss against the back of it.

“i think i’ll be coming here more often,” bruce said, pulling up his hood and walking out the store, sending a smile your way before he blended in with the bustling crowd of gotham.

you pressed your cold hands to your face, trying to cool down. today was eventful, more than you could’ve ever expected. and, you wouldn’t complain if bruce stopped by again.

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[alwaysmoncheri]

𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒

pairings ❧ steve harrington x reader

summary ❧ (y/n) spends the holidays with the one and only steve harrington

warnings ❧ female!reader, cheesy & sappy steve, shit writing, holiday romcom, stancy

word count ❧ 2.7k

additional notes ❧ this is basically a cheesy holiday romcom ʚ(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )ɞ

3 Months Later

Before we knew it, the holiday season had come around and it seemed like we were all scrambling to find gifts for each other. Nancy and Jonathan invited me to go Christmas shopping with them, seeing that we'd become very close in the past few months. Our shared trauma had a lot to do with that.

Jonathan had just called me and told me he'd be at my house five minutes ago. I glance at the clock again before returning my gaze out the window.

With a sigh, I trudge over to the phone hanging on the wall, starting to call Nancy's number. That's when I hear a car rolling into my driveway.

I grab my jacket, pulling it tight to my body before opening the front door and walking cheerfully outside. I instantly freeze, not because of the cold, but when I spot the maroon car sitting in my driveway.

Steve sends me a shy wave from inside his car. I hesitantly wave back before walking towards the passenger door and sitting inside.

"Hey," I say as Steve turns the heat up noticing my shivering figure, "I was supposed to be going shopping with Jonathan and Nancy."

"Uh, yeah," Steve says, rubbing the back of his neck, "Nance called and said something came up and asked if I could step in."

Also in the past few months, Nancy and Steve got back together. He really did love that girl.

"Oh well," I say buckling my seatbelt with a bright smile, "I guess we're doing this together then, Harrington."

"Yeah, I guess so, Henderson."

|☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆|

Steve walks behind me with a smile as I skip around the town while it snows. I stop at every window of every shop checking to see if anything catches my eye to give to one of my friends.

Steve seems to be struggling with what to get Nancy so I have to help him out a bit.

"How about that?" I tell Steve pointing at the pretty bracelet laying in the window of the local jewelry shop.

After a few moments, Steve slowly comes up to stand beside me, his warm presence filling the air as he glances at the bracelet on display. I continue to gaze in the window, my eyes locking on a silver necklace with a ring for a pendant. My gaze lingers there for a moment before I turn my attention back to Steve, who has been watching me this whole time with those eyes.

"Yeah, that's perfect." Steve says, breaking the silence, by referring to the bracelet I'd pointed out.

"Okay, great," I reply walking towards the door to the shop, "Lets go get it."

"Wait," Steve says, grabbing my arm before I can open the door, "I'll get it. You go ahead to the next place, I'll meet you there." He says quickly and I don't question it. I just nod and start my walk to the next store.

As I walk down the sidewalk, my feet crunching into the snow, I think about what I could get for Steve. I glance at the bags in my hands, feeling a pang of guilt and embarrassment as I realize I've gotten everyone something, except for him. He's never been the hardest to shop for, but the pressure of getting Steve the perfect gift is starting to get to me. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to let some creativity in, but so far, nothing comes to mind.

Suddenly, I hear quick footsteps coming from behind me. As I open my eyes I'm met with Steve who slows his stride before stopping by my side with a couple more small bags in hand.

Steve seems to notice something is up as he tilts his head to one side with a confused look, "You okay?" He asks quietly.

"Yeah, no, I'm good." I say when we begin to walk through the freshly powered snow. "I'm just thinking."

"About me, I hope?" Steve replies with a smug smile on his face.

"It's always about you, Harrington."

|☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆|

The next day was Christmas Eve. Today I would be going over to the Wheeler's house to pick up Dustin from the boys' D&D campaign and hand out my gifts. And I still don't have anything for Steve.

I'm starting to freak out a little bit.

I lay on my bed, staring up at the ceiling, my thoughts racing with each breath I take. As the words repeat over and over in my head, I can't help but think of Steve.

Steve. Steve. Steve. What would Steve like?

I sit up in bed, as the exhaustion builds inside of me. Wanting to take a break from the constant thoughts of Steve, I decide to leave the house in search of some fresh air. I grab my jacket and head towards downtown, finding a quiet bench, wiping the fresh snow off before sitting down.

As I watch the people and couples stroll by, I take a deep breath, feeling a sense of peace and relief.

Then, I hear soft footsteps crunching through the snow, approaching me. I look up to see an old lady, probably in he 80's, sitting down next to me, her soft and gentle eyes gazing at me with warmth and kindness. She smiles, and I respond with one of my own. The two of us share a peaceful moment, the snow falling slowly around us and sparkling in the light.

"Hey," I turn slowly towards the lady, "Could you maybe help me with something?"

"What can I help you with, honey?" The lady replies kindly.

"Um, so I have this friend, and I haven't found a gift for him yet." I let out a small sigh before continuing, "I just don't know what to do because I want it to be perfect." I finish, glancing back at the lady who just smiles.

"This friend must be very special, huh?" She asks with a certain look hiding behind those soft eyes.

"Yeah." I respond, almost dreamily, "He is."

"If you mean as much to him as he does to you, I don't think it would matter what you get him," The lady says, that soft smile never leaving her face, "As long as it's from the heart." She finishes, holding her hand up to her chest, where her heart is.

I finally know what I want to give to Steve thanks to a sudden inspiration courtesy of a random old lady's brilliant mind. I quickly thank her before rushing home so I can get the gift done before I have to head over to the Wheeler's.

Frantically, I rummage through my room, searching for the old camera Steve and I used to use together. I find it in an unexpected spot, under my bed, before heading back into town to a local shop where I can get the photos developed. I wait impatiently while the pictures dry. When they're finally done, I grab them stuffing them into my bag before going home. I grin as I shut my bedroom door behind me, knowing they'll make the perfect gift for Steve.

I slip the pictures into a small envelope before grabbing a sheet of paper to write a letter to Steve. With a clear and steady hand, I start to write, my thoughts and emotions flowing as I compose the perfect message for the one who has always meant the world to me.

As I write, a flood of memories come rushing into my mind.

"Is it a little strange? Sure, but it's also romantic. When I heard it for the first time, it reminded me of you."

I smile as I remember that night we'd spent on his bedroom floor. I remember his warm smile, the gentle touches, the mix-tape we'd never finished.

"I don't really know who you are anymore Steve."

"Then let me show you,"

I pause in my writing to dwell on the night Steve snuck into my room, all those months ago. That was the night our friendship was truly reborn in a moment of secrecy and trust.

"What the hell did you do?"

"I didn't do anything, freak."

A single tear slips out, fueled by the bitter memory of what Steve called me months ago. I let my anger and frustration spill into the paper, letting which lets the rest of my emotions loose.

"Whoa, (Y/n), what are you doing with that?"

"Protecting your sorry ass."

I let out a light chuckle of amusement as my rage from earlier dissolves into a warm flood of happy memories.

I remember the day we made our promise, when Steve and I were just kids. We sat with our legs dangling in the pool, lightly swinging our feet through the water. The water glimmered in the sunlight, the sound of the wind rustling through the trees as we watched our reflections in the ripples of the water. I remember the sense of calm unity that we felt in that moment, our friendship forged in the waters of that pool, our words spoken with so much hope and faith in our hearts.

"We won't ever stop being friends, right?”

"We're in this together, Steve Harrington."

"Always."

With a small smile on my face, I carefully slip the letter into the envelope alongside our childhood pictures. I then gently place the envelope in my backpack, where it lies with the rest of the presents I'll be giving out later today.

Then I realize I've made a love letter in disguise.

Shit.

Oh well.

I hear a couple knocks on the front door and promptly open it, finding Jonathan standing on the other side with a warm smile. As he gestures towards the driveway, I nod and head out the door, putting my backpack on and grabbing my jacket. We then drive to the Wheeler's house to pick up our brothers from their campaign. I'm filled with excitement and anticipation as we pull up, eager to see my friends reactions to the gifts I picked out for them.

As we pull up to the house, I notice Steve's maroon car sitting in the driveway, the sight causing my smile to falter ever so slightly. The thoughts of him and Nancy getting back together run through my mind. But I remind myself that Steve and Nancy are my friends, and I'm going to support their decision, no matter how much it hurts.

Jonathan and I get out of the car and walk up to the door where a very cheerful Mrs. Wheeler greets us, with a tray of cookies in hand.

"Merry Christmas, kids," She greets with a warm smile, "Cookie?" She offers pushing out the tray towards us.

"Ooh, thanks, Mrs. Wheeler!" I exclaim happily, grabbing a cookie before walking alongside Jonathan into the house.

"Nancy is upstairs with Steve and the boys are in the basement." Mrs. Wheeler comments before making her way back to the kitchen with the rest of the cookies.

"Perfect," I say before walking down the stairs to the basement.

"Jeez, what's that smell?" Jonathan says as I bring my hand up to my nose to plug it, "Have you guys been playing games all day, or just farting?" Jonathan asks, making me let out a snort.

"Oh, that's just Dustin." Lucas giggles, "He farted. Dustin farted." Lucas sings while making farting noises.

"Okay." Dustin replies annoyed.

"Dustin farted." Lucas continues to sing.

"Very mature, Lucas." My brother comments and I let out another chuckle.

"Will." Jonathan says, grabbing his brother's attention, who stand up with a smile, "Come on."

"Shut up." Dustin repeats.

"Dustin farted!" Lucas sings, standing from his seat.

"Bye guys." Will says with a little wave before following his brother up the stairs.

"Bye Will." The three boys chorus at the same time.

"Dust, we gotta go too," I say with a smile as the boys say goodbye to their friend, "But first, presents!" I sing, opening my backpack.

As the boys sift through my bag and pull out their gifts with excitement, I watch them with a smile on my face. They thank me for the thoughtful presents with wide grins, giving me affectionate hugs. I wave goodbye to the boys before, Dustin and I rush up the stairs. Where Mrs. Wheeler is waiting.

"Merry Christmas, Mrs. Wheeler." Dustin and I say at the same time and I send her a soft smile.

"Merry Christmas, guys." She returns my smile, "Say hi to your mom for me."

"We will." I reply before heading towards the door. I usher Dustin out, telling him that I'll be right there.

Before I can make my way up the stairs to Nancy's room, her and Steve come rushing down the stair. In a flurry of holiday cheer and joy, the two of them make their way towards me, their faces filled with excitement with presents in hand.

"We thought we heard your voice." Nancy says with a sweet smile, handing me a present, "Merry Christmas, (Y/n)."

"Thank you, Nancy." I say sincerely before she nods, walking towards her mom whose still in the kitchen.

I place the tiny gift box into my backpack grabbing the envelope for Steve before facing the nervous looking boy in front of me.

"I—"

"Here." I say, shoving the letter into his hand.

"Oh, thanks." Steve replies, starting to open the letter.

"Wait!" I say frantically grabbing his hands, preventing him from opening it right now.

"Later?" Steve asks, reading my mind.

"Yeah." I let out a relieved sigh as Steve puts the letter into his front pocket.

I stare into Steve's eyes for a moment, my heart fluttering with every beat. Then he reaches into his back pocket and suddenly reveals a small jewelry box, the sight causing my breath to catch in my throat.

"Uh, I got you something." Steve says, fidgeting with the box in his hand, before reaching out to grab my hand, placing the box into my palm gently, "You can open it now, if you want."

I slowly and carefully open the box, my anticipation growing with every inch it opens. When the lid finally lifts, however, I can't help but gasp as I catch glimpse of the necklace from yesterday, the one with the ring. I stare at the necklace in my hand, eyebrows furrowed as I try to make sense of this gift.

My thoughts run wild as I look up at the boy whose staring at me with excitement and slight worry.

"Read it." Steve says softly, "The ring."

I grab the ring noticing the engraved message on the inside.

Always

My eyes start to tear up when I glance up at Steve.

"Whoa, you don't like it?" Steve questions with a concerned look.

"No, no, I love it, Steve." I laugh lightly at his worry.

"Oh, good." He replies rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "Can I?" Steve asks, reaching his hands out towards the box.

With blush spreading across my cheeks, I nod as Steve steps closer, his warm hands taking the necklace. He gently moves my hair to the side and quickly fastens the necklace around my neck with a soft click. As he shifts my hair back into place, I turn back around, our faces inches apart.

"Thank you, Steve." I say softly, glancing at his lips, "I really love it."

"Yeah, I mean, I saw you looking at it and I—"

I cut him off with a quick hug, a warm feeling pooling in my chest as I feel his arms wrap around me. We stand there by the front door of the Wheeler's house, our bodies pressed together, the moment charged with emotion. I lean in and give his cheek a quick peck before finally parting ways. I turn towards the door, my hand resting on the knob.

"Bye, Steve." I say, sending him a small wave before opening the door.

"Bye." Steve replies dazed, but still gives me a two-finger wave.

I smile because something changed, and I'm not sure that's a bad thing anymore.

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[30-3am]

small town eighties james has me by my heart sigh

when james gets off his shift early he visits you at the local convenience store with his borrowed pickup where you're behind the register working the late shift over the summer. or, on some days, he occasionally walks over to the diner just across from the guitar store when he's on lunch break. you're working your early shifts over there, and when he walks in, he never misses out on firing out a snarky remark about the coffee stain on your uniform or how he realized you're wearing yesterday's makeup with the same cherry red lipstick slightly staining your lips (you throw a snide about his day-drinking, he calls it even).

if you're taking the late shift at night, then you're sure as hell going to find his pickup parked outside the lot when you close down, window rolled down with his arm hanging out, ready to drive you just about anywhere. you've got your feet up on the dash, lighting up a cigarette you share with him and looking through his collection of cassettes, finally picking one out to push it into the player while he drives around the town to nowhere in mind.

when nights get particularly restless after a day's work is done, the two of you are talking about whatever comes to mind in the back of the truck parked in an empty lot (or, more times than not, finding james knocking on the window to your room with a sixer of beer in his hand and a record in another, ready to play it on *your* turntable since he knocked his over and broke it last summer)

can you tell im really lovin this idea lana cause i am

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i love the idea of you working at a diner cause he’ll always come in and try and distract you. it got so bad at one point that the manager had to tell you to get him gone or you’re getting fired.

and you’d come back from your little telling off and he’d be eagerly waiting for you to tell him what was said.

“you almost got me fired asshole.”

“good! now i can spend more time with you.”

“shut up and leave me alone before i slap you.”

and he’d slam down some money on the counter to pay for the pie he ordered (and ate in under two minutes) and give your head a little pat before heading out and telling you he’ll pick you up when your shift ends.

a lot of the time, you’ll be at james’s work and you always love it there cause it’s quiet, air-conditioned and the stoner owner doesn’t mind if james drinks on the job. and you don’t have to do much but sit there and tell him about a gross customer you had the other day.

he’d be doing all this technical stuff with the guitars, a beer next to him and two cigarettes in the ashtray. and you’d be sitting on the cashier counter, shorts on, hair messy and face sweaty from your bike over there, ranting about life.

“you know what he said?”

“what?”

“i don’t need sugar i’m sweet enough.”

he’d raise his eyebrows at you and laugh a little.

“can you believe that? what a cheesy line. and he was staring at my tits the entire time!” you’d take a drag of your cigarette and continue venting to him about how shitty your manager is and how bad the tips are if your hair is messy and you’ve got no makeup on.

he’d just nod along, fiddling with the guitar, occasionally commenting on something. and at first glance, it looks like he’s not listening, but you know he is. he always listens. he can always answer your questions, and can always remember some detail not even you can recall.

also, he’s definitely the type of guy to throw rocks at your window and when you finally look down to see him, his arms are thrown wide open and he’s beaming up at you.

“why didn’t you use the front door, jackass? you’ll chip my goddamn window.”

“this is much more romantic, missy, now let me in.”

i’m so obsessed with this rn i’m sorry

#alana's thoughts #metallica #james hetfield #james my beloved #metal #80s metal #james hetfield x reader #dirthoney #alana's faves ♡ #it's crazy how much i want this #so many ideas #consiting of a shit ton of fluff and then BOOM #angst #cause summer love doesn't always last forever #i'm so evil #i love angst

[garciaasfluffypen]

you’re my angel, only angel

wc: 1.6k pairing: eddie munson x gn!reader warnings: eddie calls reader sweetheart/cute/doll, eddie is soft and loves y/n a whole lot, drunk confessions, mutual pining, admission of love, smoking & weed mentions, 

BASED ON THIS POST

halloween in hawkins was something everyone loved. the crisp fall air, the parties, everything about it was amazing. 

but you were excited for something else this year. 

you had finally convinced eddie to do matching costumes with you, even though you wouldn’t tell him what you were going to be doing. there was a party that one of steve’s friends had invited him too, and by extension that meant the rest of your friend group (minus the young ones, because you were Not about to experience the wrath of hopper when he found out you let el near alcohol). robin had helped you come up with the idea- the devil and the angel, except you were going to be the devil and he was going to be the angel. you hadn’t told him yet, but you were going to show up to his trailer in your devil costume while holding out the bag with the angel costume inside. it was a fool proof plan, you thought yourself. especially since he would bend over backwards for you. 

you parked your car in his driveway and practically skipped up to his front door, doing your signature knock to let him know you were here. you bounced on the balls of your feet as you heard him walking through the living room to the door. a smile found its way to your face as his eyes lit up with excitement and then confusion as he saw you standing there.

“hello my love!” you bought him in for a hug. “i got a surprise for you.”

“can i ask why y’re in a devil costume?”

“it’s for tonight, silly! our plans?”

“oh shit yeah, the plans. our plans.” he paused. “what plans?”

“we’re going to a party! and i have your costume.”

“we’re- okay, we’re goin’ to a party.” 

you pushed past him and went further into the trailer, dropping your overnight bag on his couch and turning to face him. you held out the party store bag that held his costume in it, the smile on your face growing as he came closer. he looked inside of it and let out a sigh, staring up at you.

“absolutely not.”

“eddie please?” you pulled at his wrists. “i promised steve we would go to the party and i already got you your costume-”

“i told you not to spend money on me, doll.” 

“but i wanted too! we’re gonna win the cutest costume contest. robin said she’d cook us her famous banana bread if she did.” 

she definitely did not say that, but you were sure you’d convince her to do it for you. 

“now that’s temptin’...” eddie trailed off. “but why d’you get to be the devil?”

“’cuz...” you looked up at him through your eyelashes. “you’re my angel. and i-”  i like you, you wanted to say. but you didn’t. “yeah. my angel.” 

his features visibly softened as you looked at him, smiling slightly as he took your face in his hands. he placed a small kiss on the tip of your nose, reaching down and taking the bag from your hands.

“fine. but ‘m doing this because you’re so goddamn cute.”

you squealed with excitement as eddie took the bag, going back into his bedroom to change. this was going to be the best party ever. 

                                                      - - - - -  

the party was in full swing by the time nancy pulled up, letting the rest of you get out while she went to go find parking. you always admired nancy, especially when she would offer to be DD so you all could go have fun. you tugged eddie’s hand as you ran towards the door, trailing him along behind you. abba was playing in the background as your group went straight to the drink station, grabbing cups of punch and splitting ways. you took hold of his hand and pulled him into one of the corners of the dark room, wrapping your arms around him as you sipped the spiked punch in your hand. out of the corner of your eye you saw everyones costumes, silently thinking to yourself that everyone else didn’t have the big brain that you had. nobody had thought to do the opposite angel and devil, they were all boring and did everything the normal way. 

nothing about you and eddie was normal. and that was the best thing about you two. 

hours had passed and you were now drunk off your ass, hanging off of a tipsy eddie as you danced to gimme gimme, throwing yourself against him with steve and robin dancing right next to you. you held one of robin’s hands in your own as the other wrapped around eddie’s neck. he had a hand wrapped around your waist supportingly as you two danced, slyly watching you, robin and steve to make sure he didn’t have to drag you back outside. he was lucky he loved you, or else he wouldn’t even be here in the first place. but he loved watching you unravel and lose yourself, something you definitely had not done since... well, forever. you always felt like you had to keep up the image that your parents wanted you to be, and now that you had graduated you could finally let that go. and that was exactly what you were doing. 

and that was exactly why eddie loved you so fucking much. 

he had loved you for about a year now, ever since you had punched jason in the face after he had made fun of him. that was the moment he knew that he was absolutely head over heels in love with you and that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. of course, he had figured you would have gone for someone better than him. so he had kept it to himself. but it was the moments like these were he could let his true feelings show, where he could watch you be yourself and not worry about the stress of your parents watching down on you. 

“eddieee!” you whined. “’m gunn.. punch. ‘m thirsty.” 

“okay sweetheart. be careful.” 

you giggled as you placed a kiss on his cheek, grabbing robin’s hand and running off to get more punch. steve looked over to eddie and stepped up to him, leaning close to his ear. 

“i see how you look at ‘er, eds. you gotta tell ‘er.”

“huh?” 

“are you deaf, munson? fuckin’ tell her how you feel. i may be drunk but ‘m not dumb. i know when someone’s in love, and you definitely are.” 

eddie’s face reddened. “am not.” 

“are too. you don’ let anyone touch your weed yet you let her literally smoke all of it and you don’ say a thing. that’s love, my friend.” 

“’m not in love.” eddie sipped his beer. “y/n is my best friend. i couln’t do that to us.” 

“you’re not gonn’ fuck it up, eddie. i promise.” 

moments later you made your way back to eddie, pouting and punchless. 

“eds, nancy ‘s bein’ mean to me, she said i can’t ‘ave more drunk.” 

eddie couldn’t help but chuckle. “i think she’s wise for that, cutie. you’re pretty drunk.”

“’an you’re jus’ preddy.” you booped eddie’s nose. “ver preddy. my angel.” 

“i think we gotta get you back to the trailer, sweetheart.” 

“mmmkay.”

with a single nod to nancy, the two of them wrapped everyone up and got the group to the car, making their way back to eddie’s place. he had graciously offered his trailer for the night, since wayne wasn’t going to be home for a few days. which meant that not only could you sleep over, but all of your friends could too. which is somehow how eddie found himself sitting on the floor while you, steve and robin were all very much staring at the television, watching the reruns of fraggle rock that played at 4 in the morning while horribly singing along to the theme song. he and nancy passed water out to everyone and hoped that the alcohol would wear off soon. 

eddie had stepped outside for a moment to smoke when he heard the door open and you slipped out, seemingly a bit more sober than you were earlier that evening. you had to admit, you did go a bit harder than you normally did that night, but that was because you were 95% sure eddie had turned you down and you wanted to forget everything that had happened. but robin had pushed you to talk to him and figure it out, and what better time than the present? 

“hey.” 

“hey yourself.”

“can i?” you pointed to the couch as eddie scooted over, patting the spot next to him. “thanks.”

“what’s up?”

“i uh, 'm still kinda drunk so you can take this with a grain ‘f salt, but i uh... wanna tell you that i like you. that’s it.” 

eddie couldn’t believe his ears. you liked him? you really liked him? 

“lucky for you, sweetheart, i like you too.” 

“you do?” your eyebrows skyrocketed. “i thought-”

“i’ve liked you for a while. i thought i made it obvious.” 

“maybe ‘m just dumb-”

“you’re not dumb, y/n.” eddie turned your jaw so you could look at him. “you’re the opposite of dumb.” 

you dug his head into his shoulder. “y’re not mad at me for not sayin’ something?” 

“why would i be mad?”

“’cus i hid a secret from you. for a long time.” you sighed. “i din’ wanna tell you because i was scared.” 

“scared?”

“cus if you didn’ like me it would be awkward.” 

“what if i told you, that ‘s not awkward at all, and that in the mornin’ when you sober up we can talk about this some more?” 

you tiredly nodded, a yawn escaping your mouth. “yeah, that sounds good.” 

“let’s get you to bed, kay?”

“mmkay.” 

and it was in that moment, that eddie knew he would love you forever, and you knew the same. 

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson imagine #stranger things fanfic #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #an i (queue) of 187 #melly writes

[legolasghosty]

Alex drags his feet as Willie tugs him down the sidewalk. His long, blond hair started falling out of its bun around lunchtime and strands are stuck to the back of his neck. The first day of school is always the worst. No one ever knows where they're going and there's new locker combinations and a stupidly loud assembly and way too much chaos.

And Alex would be lying if it wasn't a little bit worse this year sitting through class attendance eight times in a row. Somehow, now that he's out to his friends and they call him Alex, hearing his deadname feels even worse.

Summer break had been amazing! He'd had to spend a week at church camp, which had been exhausting, but for the rest of it he had been free to spend all his time in Julie's garage practicing with the band, or hanging out in the living room playing board games, or going on random outings and walks with Willie.

Going on dates with Willie. Cause they're together now. The giddy butterflies that appear in his stomach whenever he remembers that fact is probably the only reason he's still following his partner down the sidewalk.

Cause after a mostly blissful summer, coming back to school and everything that comes with is exhausting. Alex just wants to go home and crash in bed and pretend today didn't happen. He wishes he could tell his brain to stop replaying every single awkward moment of the day on repeat.

But as soon as they got out of the building, Willie had grabbed Alex by the hand and asked if he wanted to try something. And Alex is very bad at saying no to Willie.

So here they are, probably about a twenty-minute walk away from LFHS, stopping in front of a small coffee shop.

"Umm, what are we doing?" Alex asks finally, turning to stare at his boyfriend in confusion. Not that he couldn't use a nice iced drink at the moment, but he doesn't recognize the name of the store or anything.

Willie bites his lower lip and grins. "So I know first days of school suck," they starts, moving closer to grab ahold of Alex's other hand as well, "and getting deadnamed all day sucks."

Alex winces at the reminder, but the acknowledgment is nice honestly. Willie actually gets it. They came out as transmasc back in 6th grade and had their dad's full support, but the feeling of being called the wrong name doesn't go away with time like some things do. And it had been another year or two before Willie started actively correcting teachers and adults on his name.

"So," Willie continues, his smile growing with every passing second, "I was wondering if you wanted to get a drink. As Alex."

It takes Alex a second to understand what Willie is implying: giving a stranger his chosen name. As if it's his name. His real name. Which... it is.

"We're far enough away from the school that we probably won't see anyone we know," Willie rushes on. "And I've been here a couple times and they're super queer friendly. So if you don't want to, that's totally fine, but it should be totally safe if you want to go for it."

"You're amazing," Alex breathes after a long moment. Then he nods. "Yeah. Yeah, let's do it."

Willie grins and pushes open the door. "After you, m'lord," they chuckle, ushering Alex inside.

Alex laughs as they head for the counter of the small, cozy coffee shop. It's very homey, he thinks. Lots of plants and wooden tables and comfy-looking chairs. And there's a large, rainbow pride flag hanging on one wall alongside a bunch of photos.

Willie stops just before they reach the counter and pulls out his wallet. "Also, this is my treat and you're not gonna win that fight," they state, nudging Alex's shoulder. "I think dad has started sneaking 'spoil your boyfriend' money in with my normal allowance."

Alex blushes but nods in agreement. Usually they have a good-natured argument about who pays for stuff when they go out, but he knows that tone. He's not gonna beat Willie this time.

Instead, he leads Willie up to the counter, where a middle-aged Asian woman is wiping it down.

"Hello, what can I get for you two?" she asks, smiling up at them.

Alex glances over at Willie, who takes the hint and goes first. "Can I get a medium iced decaf caramel latte?" they tell her.

She nods, then raises her brows in question at Alex. "Ummm, can I get a medium iced decaf mocha?" he responds.

"Of course, is that going to be all for you two?"

Willie nods and pulls out his card.

"And can I get a name for the order?"

Alex bites his lip, suddenly nervous. Willie squeezes his hand and moves a bit closer so their shoulders are pressed together. Alex uses their warmth to ground himself.

"Um, Alex," he says hesitantly.

He half expects the woman to challenge him on it, to laugh and ask him for his real name, but she just nods and tells them that the drinks will be out shortly. Willie pulls him away to a small table to wait. Then they pull another chair around so they can sit right beside him.

"You okay?" Willie asks softly once they're both seated.

Alex takes a deep breath. "Yeah, I'm okay," he answers, laughing a bit under his breath. "Dang, that's a bit of a rush," he comments, trying to stop his whole body from shaking in the wave of adrenaline running through his system.

"Right?" Willie agrees, shifting to take place their right hand in Alex's lap so he can play with their rings. "Dad took me out to do this back when I first came out," he adds. Then he laughs. "Well, not exactly, we got smoothies, not coffee. But he took me out somewhere no one we knew would be and let me put my name on the order."

Alex squeezes Willie's hand. "That's awesome," he murmurs. "Thank you, Willie, for sharing this with me."

Willie nods, his smile soft, and for a moment, their gaze seems to drift down toward Alex's lips. Alex licks them instinctively, glancing down at Willie's mouth. Almost without thinking, he leans forward just a bit...

"Alex?"

They both move back suddenly as the barista's voice echoes through the little shop. Alex glances over Willie's shoulder to see her setting a pair of to-go cups on the counter. Then he looks back at Willie and they both burst out laughing.

Alex gets up and grabs their drinks, calling a "Thank you," over his shoulder to the woman behind the counter. He hands Willie their drink and they head out the door.

Once they're outside, Alex takes a long sip of his drink. A little spark of joy forms in his chest when he catches sight of his name written in black sharpie on the side of the cup. When he looks back at Willie, they're giving him a wide, knowing smile.

"Feels good, right?" they say, taking his free hand.

Alex lets his gaze wander from the cup to his partner's smiling face to their hands tangled together between them. "Yeah, it does," he responds, squeezing his hand.

#legolas tag #jatp #julie and the phantoms #willex #jatp fanfic #willie jatp #alex mercer #look I don't know what happened here either #I just wanted it so I did it and now it's y'all's problem #will probably take this down later #any typos are my fault and mine alone #my impulse control is apparently broken so y'all have to suffer the consequences #sorry..... #but also kinda not

[xunforseenthreatx]

The Season Of The Witch

TW: fem!reader, Dark fanfic. dni minors, gorey, obessive otis, knife kink, degradtion, crying kink, slight corruption kink, blood, murder, lmk if i left any warnings out!

It started with very vivid dreams of the murders taking place, not too far from your small cottage. The dreams always started the same; you were running after a girl in a bunny costume. A very high pitched laugh rang through the air as you felt your lungs burning and aching from exhaustion. You couldn’t stop yourself from running in these dreams. The terror coursing through your body made you overdetermined to save this girl from whatever curel fate the universe had in store for the girl. You jolted out of a dead sleep, your skin was clammy and cold. It was far too early for you to start your normal routine of feeding the animals and tending to the garden, but you knew you couldn’t fall asleep knowing what could possibly happen in your woods. You knew this was a warning; the vision caused you to cleanse. That's when Otis and Baby stumble upon you burning myrrh and rosemary while sitting criss crossed and meditating on your vision.

“Whatcha doing lady? “ Her voice matched the tilting of her head. You turn towards her as a familiar cool chill runs down your spine. You slowly open your eyes, the sun shining orange in your eyes as it rises. You get to your feet and brush yourself off before replying.

“Just spending time to myself. It's not often i see hikers in this part, please do try to stay on the trail. These woods aren’t the safest, people get lost out here all the time.” you tried to keep your voice soft as another chill ran down your spine as you made eye contact with the blonde girl. The man beside her grinned, like he knew of my vision. It was sinister and sadistic looking. My stomach turned in knots and the clammy feeling returned to my body as flashes of the girl ran through my mind. It already happened. I just knew it by the look in the pale man’s eyes.

His gaze reminded of a predator watching his prey before attacking, “Bunny, I think we’ll be fine. We’re the boogeyman out here.” you gather yourselves enough to pick up your supplies and quickly give the two a quick but polite farewell. As hard as you tried to hide the internal conflict going on inside your head, Otis could tell that he had startled you with his comment and behavior.

You were very unsure of how they found your home but soon after the first encounter with the pair, Baby was the first to walk on the porch and strike up a conversation with you as you rocked in your favorite chair. before you spoke, “ Now, how in the hell did you find my neck of the woods, lady?” tilting your head in a similar fashion to the way Baby had in your first encounter. Her wicked smile dazzled across her face and she rambled on about how Otis and her found you. You soaked in this information and got up, then put the dogs in the den before inviting Baby in and showing her around with a wary glance; you figured knowing more about them could help you figure out the situation. So, you took this chance to get Baby comfortable with you. Maybe not the best plan but hell, they already knew where you lived. You explained your lifestyle and answered any questions Baby had, which was a lot. She asked about how you long you were here for and about the snake skins hanging around. She looked in amazement as your home decor was nothing but animal bones and jars that held different contents for spells with a mix of dried plants and runes around the home.

Quickly, Baby coming over became a regular thing. She always came by right around after you finished feeding the chickens and ducks. She would help you with feeding the dogs daily and snakes when it was their week to eat. Daisy, a blue nose pitbull, was her favorite. Daisy was very fond of her as well; the blue tail shaking rapidly as soon as the pup heard Baby step on the porch. On this particular day Otis was with her. The pair caused the dogs to alert as they walked towards the small cottage. You led the dogs to the backyard before going on the front porch to allow them in. You awkwardly pour the pair some tea as Baby giggled something about you being so skittish yet sweet. You were far too curious to tell the pair to get lost plus, you didn’t see being rude to them would help anything. They probably would have killed you if you were. So, You took a very timid and kind route to interacting with them. That’s probably what drew Otis in about you. You were so unbelievably kind to them, always offering your help even though you knew what they were capable of . Your soft voice and skittish glances sent blood to his groin.

“Listen, I mean no disrespect but please keep the rabbit hunting to your place. The energy it leaves behind isn't the kind that I need.” Before Otis could make a smug, probably non-appropriate, comment, Baby elbowed him and promised you they would. They were both shocked at how upfront you had been. Your doey eyes glistened in fear yet your voice stayed firm and strict. Otis thought it was cute that you refused to describe it as anything else but rabbit hunting. He wanted to corrupt you. Make your eyes welp up with tears as he made you watch baby kill someone while running a knife down your cheek. Your entire body was art to him. His killings became more violent and bloody the longer he thought about you. He couldn’t tell if he hated you or loved you. His obsession grew like a weed the more you came around. Eventually, you met the whole firefly bunch once you could handle the murder aspect of it all. He noticed you always veiled around him and his family. He only knew what it was because he overheard you explaining it to Baby and Momma. He wondered if it was because you were terrified of them. He knew that he were probably scared shitless of them considering he murdered the rabbits, as you called them, as close as he could get to your cottage without breaking your promise. As much as he desired and craved you, he knew he needed to keep you scared to avoid you telling and risking his family’s safety. He hoped that your sweet natured self could see past it with enough exposure . He needed you all to himself. You were his the moment he saw you burning that weird shit in the woods. He fantasized a lot about how he would chase you through the woods. He wondered about the challenges he would face considering you knew those woods like the back of your hand. He wonders if you saw him check you out as you pour his tea or if you saw him that one day he was following you through the woods. He wished he could see your face twist in pain as he cut your slender collarbone. He wanted to carve his name into your plush thighs so you knew you belonged to him. He wondered if you were a virgin and how tight your pussy would be. How you’d struggle to take his thick, angry red cock. He wanted to make you cry on his cock and turn you into a messy little brain dead whore. But all of these fantasies had to wait until he knew he could gain his pretty little rabbit’s trust.

#otis driftwood x reader #baby firefly x reader #house of 1000 corpses #otis driftwood #slasher community

[the-novel-experience]

A road trip to Savannah

Over the weekend me and my husband went on a long awaited trip down to Savannah, Georgia. It has been on my bucket list for quite some time now, as a lover of history. The first hurdle for our trip was the drive, so we decided to stop over in Wilmington NC, a five hour drive from our home in Virginia. On the way, we couldn’t help but stop for lunch at Chapel Hill, NC where we shopped at one of my favorite book stores, flyleaf books. The used book selection is amazing and the books they recommend are pretty and modern. We stopped for lunch at this place called KoKyu which was a ghost kitchen type store, which had good food but unfortunately no indoor seating so sitting outside in the heat was rough. 

Our first night in Wilmington, we stayed at the Graystone Inn, a beautiful lodging near to the river and the main street. We did have to park a few blocks down the street at their sister inn, which wasn’t too much of a hassle. It was either that or on the busy street which was already taken by other cars. The room was spacious but the TV didn’t have many options in terms of cable and the shower had this weird effect on the eyes. The main street of Wilmington, at sunset, was fun to walk around. We went to the museum of the bizarre, which was a cute quirky museum located on the riverfront. It was small and had a mirror maze which cost a bit extra. If you are interested in cryptids or have a morbid curiosity, this would be for you, taking up only ten minutes of our time. 

The next day we stopped at Wrightsville beach before we got on the road to Savannah, stopping at a donut inn for a coffee and a donut. The donuts were decent but unremarkable. The beach was pleasant enough but we felt pretty rushed as it was pay to park, and we refused to do that for a brief amount of time. I always figure that beaches should also have taps to clean off sandy feet and this could have benefitted from that. The road to Savannah from Wilmington was a very boring drive taking the interstate and the highway. We did stop at a Bucc-ees in Florence, South Carolina, but were overwhelmed by the amount of people and the size. The lunch we got there, the wrap and the sandwiches were actually pretty good, my favorite being the chicken sandwich. 

Our first place to visit in Savannah was Fort Pulaski, which was a old civil war fort with a moat. It was pretty similar to the other forts we have seen, but was still worth seeing with pretty views and is set up well. We didn’t spend too long here but could have spent more if we read all the placards. Afterwards, we headed to the legendary Bonnaventure cemetery. It was gorgeous and a lovely walk, but make sure to bring water as we struggled. There seemed to be a lot of tours, by walk or golf cart that was happening at the same time we got there. They did sound pretty interesting when we walked by. These tours seemed to be pretty common in Savannah as we would constantly see tour trolleys and walking tours throughout the city. 

Next we headed to the Hyatt regency, Savannah which was on river street. We were going to initially park in the self parking garage they recommended if you didn’t want to park Valet, but unfortunately it was full at the time. It was much nicer than the other Hyatt Regency we stayed at which was located in Charleston, West Virginia, as it didn’t smell like smoke. However, returning later there was a weird smell in the hallway but that did not seep into our clean and nice room. Whilst not as nice a room as the Graystone, it was in a nice location and we could look directly over the river, which was not that clean or exciting of a view, but was super cool when late at night we saw two large container ships pass right by. The horn did freak us out a bit as we thought the AC was broken. The AC was loud, as they tend to be, which I don’t tend to like. 

A walk down river street didn’t really impress me much, it was filled with a lot of drunk people and tacky souvenir shops and the city smelt awful. We dined at Vics River Grill where we had:

 Crab beignets which were good

 Fried green tomatoes which was also really good, 

She crab soup which I’m always a sucker for, which was really good,

Catfish and Grits which we didn’t really like that much, however they nicely split it  in two for us.  

We walked down the mainstreet for a bit, where I stopped into a nice comic book shop, Odin and Sons, where I bought two comics. The guy at the counter was really nice and he commented that one of the comics I got, Monstress by Marjorie Liu and drawn by Sana Takeda, was really good. We were going to try Leopolds, but were shaken off by the line. When returning to the hotel, we found out that the hotel sells the ice cream in pints and smaller pottles, which was a lifesaver. I got the peanut butter chippy which was really really good. Savannah was really busy the whole time we were there. 

In the morning we stopped by at Collins Quarter, where I got a chai latte and a salmon bagel. I enjoyed the bagel but wondered what the capers really added to the dish, and the chai latte was not as good as the mix you get at Trader Joe’s. It’s also described as Australian but I didn’t see much of Australia in the dishes, being from its smaller neighbour, myself. We headed to Forsyth park where they were setting up the Saturday morning farmers market which had music, and a few cute stalls of people selling food and art. We got a milk and honey popsicle from a cart there, and walked around. The popsicle was very good; it had a subdued taste.The Collin’s Quarter there had a very long line for so early in the morning. The park was fairly busy with people playing sports. It was a very pretty walk with a lot of old buildings and pretty parks. We stopped to take pictures of some churches and buildings, primarily the Basilica, which later was open and could go inside, which was absolutely recommended as it was gorgeous.  After walking around Forsyth park we walked to Colonial Cemetery, which had placards to read of the people buried there which I think would have been a cool addition to the other cemetery we went to before, Bonnaventure. There was a few tours here and it seemed to be a popular stop on the tour trolleys. We did find a cute market near the cemetery which was mildly busy, where we could buy water, Parker’s market. The houses around here were pretty. Our first tour we would take would be at the Mercer Williams house which is famous for In the garden of good and evil, and the location for swamp thing and return of swamp thing. There’s a cute shop which sells jelly cat plushies, which are adorable, where you buy your ticket, be here quickly as apparently it sells out very quickly. If we had not gone there at ten we wouldn't have been able to do the first 10:30 tour. The tour guide was informative and funny but the house itself was very small. If it wasn’t used as a filming location or had its history I don’t know if it would have been worth it. Then we popped into E Shaver bookstore, where I bought a lot of books, there was some great modern books on display, but was really busy. We also popped into the book lady bookstore, which had a few used books and I saw a couple of books I really enjoyed, but none that jumped out to me. We also tried to go to books on bay but I think they were closed permanently or we couldn’t find the door. 

We knew lunch would be hard to find with the amount of people and we found a spot at Treylor park which was decent. After lunch we headed to Owens thomas house and slave quarters, which gives self guided tours after 2, since this was before two we got a really nice tour guide who showed us through the house, which exterior was getting some work and had scaffolding up. The house inside itself was decent and played a big focus on symmetry. The ticket price was fifty dollars which gets you into their other two museums Telfair academy, which had gorgeous art, and their other art museum which was more contemporary and small, which I didn’t really think was worth it. There was an interactive art where you could touch this net and colours would show, and a family seemed to enjoy it.  We walked through city market which by then was filled with drunk people and stopped by the dry museum which was totally worth it. Me and my husband do not drink but it was so cool to see the history of one of the most interesting time periods. At the end of it there is a active speakeasy which I thought was a cool addition, but smelt very heavily of beer.

We went down river street to pick up some candy from the candy company and stopped by the graveface museum, which focused on morbid curiosity. This was a dark museum, and was not busy when we went, making it quite awkward. They were adding another space as well, a glimpse into the space looked pretty cool. I don’t think I would recommend this one, unless you are super into Serial Killers. Afterwards we waited in line for Ghost and Gravestones, a trolley ghost tour at night. Our trolley we were going to use was broken which led to some confusion and delay but we were on holiday, so it didn’t really matter.  This was a good way to see the Juliette Gordon Low Birthplace house, as it goes through it and there is a doll room which I guess you could find creepy. Someone else on the tour did say they felt a ghost in the house. The trolley tour was pretty funny and had some interesting ghost stories. Then they lead you to some place in river street where you are told more ghost stories including a sad one about a child. This segment of the tour is really funny and had the whole group laughing. It didn’t last very long but me and my husband are not night owls. Whilst on the tour we did see another hearse tour which also looked pretty fun. Then we tried Leopold's ice cream again but no luck, as the line was just as long. Savannah felt pretty safe around 9pm with all the crowds. 

The next morning was time to leave Savannah and I was pretty sad to leave. I had a really fun time just walking around the town. My husband was excited to take me to breakfast at the original pancake house, which he loved when we went to Charlotte, NC. The waitress did forget his toast but we both enjoyed our breakfasts. I had the pancake sampler of berry peach and banana. We made plans to stop in either Augusta, GA or Colombia SC on our way to our last stop, Greenville and we decided Augusta might have been the best choice. Since we didn’t go to Colombia I can’t say if this was the best choice or not, but I think we should have chosen Colombia instead as the town was empty. Keep in mind that this was a Sunday so a lot of people were in church and businesses were closed but I just didn’t really enjoy the feel of the main street. We stopped into the book tavern where I bought Eva evergreen by Julia Abe. This bookstore was cute and the cashiers were informative about the local coffee shops and what was open.  They said that New Moon cafe was open and my husband got a sweet tea and a coffee and I got a raspberry milkshake. Now my milkshake was nice and creamy but didn’t really taste like raspberry, just like vanilla ice cream with an afterthought of berry, and my husband really liked his sweet tea but did not care for the coffee. 

After a few more hours of driving we finally landed in Greenville, SC. It was also super busy. We ended up eating at Willy taco and though we didn’t really enjoy their fried green tomatoes we enjoyed the rest of the food. I liked their queso but it was really runny. The tacos were good but a bit forgettable. We decided to stop in at the local 2nd and Charles. I remember the first 2nd and Charles in Charlotte was nice but the more we went there the more disappointing it was. I did pick up You’ve reached Sam by Dustin Thao. The next stop was a mid size book store called Mr Ks used books. I did really enjoy this book store and bought quite a bit. They seem to have their best books at the front of the book store, as their shelved books were a bit older. 

Downtown Greenville was busy when we arrived but it wasn’t too hard to navigate, until we ended up at the wrong hotel. The next hotel was Hyatt Place. I enjoyed this room more than I enjoyed the Hyatt regency. The room had a nice couch and had proper cups and glasses and was just nicer. It was in a really good location. We then went out and walked the main street stopping by M. Judson booksellers. This was in a really pretty location. I picked up two books. Some books were modern and some were released last year. The book selection was pretty but not much caught my eye. The main street was pretty but a lot of the stores we had already seen in Savannah including the candy company. We stopped by marble slab creamery for an ice cream, and I thought it was decent. Walking past, Jenni’s ice cream was much busier and had quite a line, and I wish we had gone there instead. The river area of Greenville was really pretty, and seemed like a great hangout spot. 

On the way back home we made two stops, one to walk Blacksburg, a place we have wanted to do for a while. It felt very much like a very small college town with a very small bookstore on the main street, Blacksburg books, which had a few signed copies of some interesting books, and a very small used book section. For lunch we hopped on over to Roanoke, Crystal Spring grocery, which gave you a lot of fries. It was a decent meal. 

Overall I’m sure I missed some of Savannah, I would definitely go back there, and to Willmington. I would love to do the battleship in Wilmington and the river boat tour in Savannah. 

#savannah #georgia #things to do in savannah #Wilmington #Greenville #Roadtrip #Bookstores #travel #traveling #coffe #food #books #cemetery #graveyard #museums #houses #tours #adventure

[spirirsstuff]

im gonna post the first part of afterdeath thing

im working on the second part now so yeah enjoy

if there’s any grammar/spelling issues blame it on my phone for not catching those since i was tired when i wrote a lot of it

@skelle404 i know you enjoy afterdeath

“Mmmng,” Geno grumbled, looking down at his poem, “what the hell is next?”

He put his pen down, pushing his chair back and spun it around a couple times. Takeout sounded kind of good, and he didn’t feel like making food.

Getting up, Geno went outside, locked the door, and started walking to the Chinese restaurant. It was a good walk away, but he didn’t mind, he needed it after spending all day on that stupid poem.

After about 20 minutes, Geno reached the restaurant. He walked in, admiring the art painted onto the walls. The delicate leaves on the cherry blossom tree. The individual brush strokes to make texture on the panda. Nothing he could ever do himself.

Walking to the counter, Geno already knew what he was going to say after the person at the register asked what he wanted.

“I want a sweet and sour chicken with some fried dumplings for takeout. And can I get an extra box, please?” Geno usually got an extra box, finding them useful for storing pens and notepads and other small things he used on a daily basis.

The cashier rung him up and he waited a few minutes before receiving his food. He walked out with the bag and back to his house.

About halfway to his house, Geno heard a loud thump from behind him. When he turned around, he saw a black spot in the grass about 10 feet back, and decided to go back and investigate it.

As he approached, he noticed that it was a bird lying in the grass, it’s wing bent oddly beside it. It seemed to be unconscious. Geno suspected it could have been the noise he heard, but dismissed that because of the bird’s size. It was larger than your average pigeon or crow, and he concluded that it was a raven with a few Google searches.

Geno got the empty box out of his bag and gently lifted the raven into the styrofoam, it’s tail and head sticking out a bit. He then carried the bag in one hand and the bird in the other as he walked home.

It was about 7 when Geno got home. He sat the box with the raven in it on one side of the table and the bag with the food on the other as he walked into the kitchen to get a cup of water.

As he came back in and sat down, he looked up what ravens ate, how to heal broken wings, things like that. Never in his life had he had to deal with an injured bird, and he never anticipated that he would have to. He began eating his food and kept researching so that he could keep this bird healthy while it healed.

After he ate, Geno went into the living room, turning the TV on to watch Hell’s Kitchen, as he thought it was funny watching Gordon Ramsay complain about everyone and everything. He could cook - not well enough to be on a cooking show - but rarely felt like it. Writing poems was hard enough.

After a few episodes and about two hours, Geno heard a weak sound and feathers ruffling against something. He walked over to check on the raven, whose head seemed to be up and looking around, eventually making eye contact with Geno.

“Hey there,” Geno said softly, walking closer towards the raven. It rolled over and stood up, but didn’t try to fly away like he expected, but stepped out of the box and walked over to Geno.

“You’re hurt, little buddy. I’m gonna keep you here for a while and help you heal, alright? So don’t trash my house.”

Geno reached towards the raven, stroking the feathers on its throat until-

“AH SHIT WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!” Geno yelped, pulling his hand away. The raven cawed with delight, almost like a laugh at its handiwork.

“You’re going to be a handful,” Geno muttered. His phalange hadn’t drawn marrow, it was just hurting a lot. Stupid bird.

“If I give you food, will you stop resorting to violence? It said on the website that you eat pretty much anything.”

The raven attempted to jump up and fly, but fell back onto the table before it could get into the air. Maybe it broke its wing from the fall when Geno found it earlier.

Geno picked up the bird. “Don’t fly. You’ll hurt yourself worse and I don’t need to keep you any longer than I have to.” He then carried it to the kitchen, where he found a jar of nuts and poured some out on the counter, setting the raven down. It starting to eat them, happily squawking in between.

“Hungry, huh? Why don’t you eat and then I’ll do something about that wing,” Geno said, smiling. The raven didn’t seem bothered to be at his house, rather it seemed happy to be there.

After a few minutes, the raven had finished its food and Geno picked it up, getting some bandages out of a cabinet.

“This shouldn’t hurt if I do it right. Don’t squirm around and it’ll be fine,” Geno said, moving the bird to the table and picking its wing up, moving it into a natural position. Then he wrapped the bandage around as instructed, taping it to finish it off.

“There you go, you should be good to go in a few weeks. Feel better?”

The raven was seemingly fine with this makeshift cast, cawing and perching on Geno’s hand.

“Don’t make yourself too comfy,” Geno chuckled, “I’m going to sleep soon.” The raven ignored him and sat there, looking up at Geno as he walked over to the couch.

Once Geno sat down, the raven hopped up onto Geno’s shoulder, sitting there.

“So you’re gonna sit there and watch, huh? I hope you like Gordon Ramsay,” Geno said, petting the top of the bird’s head with his phalange. Maybe it was annoying, sure, but it was also sort of sweet.

After a while, Geno fell asleep on the couch. When he woke up later that night, he found that the lights and TV were shut off, a blanket was draped over him, and the raven was sleeping on his shoulder. He didn’t remember turning the lights off or getting a blanket, but maybe he just forgot.

“Good night, you crazy bird.”

[Part 2]

#randomrambles #i’ll put it on ao3 later once i get my wifi back and can actually check the grammar

[jinirus]

A Trip To Intramuros

Reaching a decade and eight was a challenging and exhausting experience. A lot of ups and downs were faced to be the person who I am today. And celebrating it with the people I love is the best way to tell myself that I did a great job surviving these years; but spending my very special day with the person I cherish the most in a place that has a lot of stories to tell makes it more extra special.

Hey, I’m Jenny Yacap. I just reached 18 years of age two months ago. And I’m here to tell how I spent my birthday.

Just a quick recap, I celebrated my birthday two days before my actual birthday. And then me and my boyfriend (named Ivan) went to Intramuros in my actual birthday.

We planned this trip a long time ago but since we have money and time to do it, we didn’t hesitate and went there. He also told me to just bring myself and he’ll handle the rest. It was one of the most memorable trip since I’m not really familiar with the place or know how to go there but he prepared everything so I was so excited that time.

Going to our destination

This was our first trip in LRT together; it was also his first time riding one so we’re both excited and scared since we both had no idea what can happen during our trip.

We met at VGC to ride a bus going to Monumento, LRT then we got the tickets going to Central Station. It was a long ride, since Intramuros is far from Monumento but it’s a faster way to go there. And in the middle of our ride, I started to feel my feet getting sore from all the walking. I just got to rest my feet when we got to the cathedral riding a tricycle. My boyfriend massaged my feet going there so it’s a big relief for me.

Here’s a pic of him massaging my feet. I’m so thankful for him that time since I’m really not comfortable with my sandals.

He bought new sandals for me but it was more of heels because I just bought what I thought was comfortable and matches my outfit. I can’t blame myself since it was the best shoes I can find at the ukay-ukay store.

We then went to the cathedral after and I was amazed by the designs and structures inside it. It feels surreal for me since I’m not Catholic and I’m not used to seeing those kind of churches. It feels so peaceful and I can also feel the holiness inside. I just can’t imagine how Manila Cathedral managed to survive everything.

Image inside the cathedral. Ivan and I sit for a while since he wants to pray for me since it’s my birthday. It was a heartfelt experience watching him pray for me.

After praying, we walked around for a bit before going out. I checked the time and it was around 1 pm and Ivan asked if I was hungry. I said yes and he said he knew where to go and that we don’t need to ride a trike since it’s just behind the cathedral.

This was the place Ivan mentioned. At first I thought it was a small cafe since it doesn’t look that big at the front.

I was just shocked when we went inside since I was greeted by a short passageway full of flowers and leaves connecting to the staircase. It was full of flowers when we walked the stairs since it’s located on the 3rd floor of the place.

This was the dining place and it was absolutely gorgeous and elegant. Just kinda bit sad since I wanted to eat on the rooftop but it was to hot, given that it was past noon.

It was a fine dining restaurant and I felt like I was a princess because of how magical the place was. I’m glad it wasn’t crowded because I can enjoy and eat at peace with my boyfriend.

This was the food we ordered. My favorite was the pasta and the salad. It was my first time tasting and it did not disappoint.

It was kinda pricey but was worth it. I was full after eating it with my boyfriend. We enjoyed both the food and the place. If I were to answer a question if I’m going to this place again? It’s a yes! It was a super memorable place for both of me and Ivan. We’ll definitely go back here.

We then went to fort santiago. We ride a e-trike going there since it’s a bit far from La Cathedral. You need an entrance fee to enter, we both got a discount since we’re both students. (Student privilege)

This was across the river. Took a few pics too since it was a historical place.

Picture taken by my boyfriend

As much as we both want to explore the place more, my feet can’t handle the pain due to my shoes so we took a rest beside Pasig River. When we both got to rest, we decided to visit the dungeon before heading out.

I don’t have any photos in me but we both did and it was a kinda eerie experience since it was a place where dead bodies were put on.

We’re not yet going home but my feet were killing me so we decided to ride a Kalesa. It was fun and we got to have a conversation with the kutsero (kalesa driver). He toured us around intramuros and said lot of historical events in every place that we went. But we didn’t got to finish it because we requested to drop off near SM Manila. We thanked the kutsero and had a picture with his horse.

This was where he dropped us off and asked if we can take a picture with his horse. He also shared why horses need to cover their eyes. (It was because horses get scared when buses and cars pass by them, so it’s a protection for both of the people riding and the horse.)

We bid goodbyes to the kutsero and went to SM Manila. We just bought some stuffs there to bring home. It was already night time when we got out and traveled back home.

I still have a lot of experiences I didn’t got to share but this was the most of the things I can remember. I was so happy I went there with my boyfriend and I promise myself that we will come back someday to make more memories and to not use sandals or heels that can make my feet suffer throughout the day.

#travel #memories

[haylanmakesstuff]

Day 37-39

Today is Husbands last full day on vacation before he flies back to the furnace of home. We tried to make the most of it and finally get some paddling in, something we planned to do a few times but haven’t done at all yet! Luckily our campground wasn’t far from a quaint resort on Lake Crescent that rents canoes. We got there early and beat the hordes left disappointed on the shore as we paddled out into one of the clearest, deepest lakes in the country. Since I had worked at Crater Lake and for conservation and logical reasons it can’t be paddled, this was probably as close as I’ll ever get to the experience. How magical!

Crystal clear and cerulean blues on this sunny day. The lake drops to about 640 feet very quickly, and the few tree stumps and native plant life disappear quickly into a blue so deep, so striking, it seems out of place in nature. I had looked forward to paddling because trips are often hard on my lower back, legs, and feet from all the walking and hiking, and paddling is the only other way, next to physical therapy, that I get to use my upper back and arms. They did great!

After we were done, Husband finally got to swim somewhere, although it was a jump from the dock and a few little circles, and a swim to shore, I get to live vicariously and see the joy of jumping in (I hate it personally) and swimming in cold water (not only hate it but can’t do it). Go Husband! I’m always encouraging him to jump off of high things into water or swim in places I can’t for this reason. I also don’t want him to miss out because they are things that I am physically unable to do.

We headed back to the mainland, stopping in Port Gamble for some surprisingly amazing and creative sandwiches at the general store. We spend the rest of his last day at a friend’s house, talking story, doing laundry, changing the oil, having a tea party ala Beauty and the Beast, eating pizza, and our Calico Critter, Luke, finally made a friend his own age.

Husband left the next morning, almost late like he always is, almost taking the car keys with him across the country. Crisis averted when my weasel like abilities emerged from their slumber, and I ran down a few stories of stairs and into the lobby like it was some romance movie. He saw me rush around the corner and thought, “oh, she really loves me!” but alas, although I love you, I really wanted those car keys.

I did the boring duties of groceries for the week and gas and headed south. Day 38 dragged on. The fun part of being alone on a trip hadn’t kicked in yet and I was tired. I arrived at my camp at Nehalem Beach State Park and were greeted by a herd of elk crossing the road, into the forested dunes. I walked to the beach and enjoyed the misty, loquacious waves and shore birds.

Day 39 I started to get back into the groove of traveling alone, and I had planned this day as a relatively short drive, guessing I’d be tired. This way I could easily explore the upper Oregon Coast I didn’t get to see when I lived here. My first and longest stop was the Tillamook Creamery.

I hope that many of you know, as I guess most of my readers are fellow Texans, that when I saw Tillamook ice cream is good, it is a serious statement. Texas has some of the best ice cream in the entire world. Blue Bell and HEB’s Swoon (and their Creamy Creations as an honorable mention) are hard to compete with. No one but those from the South really understood what Britney Spears meant when she was on David Letterman in the late 1990’s. He asked her what her favorite flavor of ice cream was (the really hard-hitting questions!) and she responded, “Homemade Vanilla”. Most of the country must of thought that answer was quite boring, but those of us that have the knowledge were nodding our heads.

Although I already liked Tillamook for their flavors, quality, and commitment to being green, I learned a lot that impressed me. The company runs from small, locally owned farmers all working in conjunction. Their care and production standards are high for their cows and their facilities, and in 2013, they got three methane digesters up and running, where their dairies could start bringing manure and turning it into renewable energy. This methane is used to generate power for about 1,000 homes a year.

They also found some revolutionary uses for whey, as it used to be tossed out as waste. Now they have a whey processing plant that turns it into sweet powder that’s an important and high-nutrition ingredient in baby formula, nutrition drinks, protein bars, and more. They turn about 1,350,000 pounds of liquid into 82,000 pounds of sweet whey powder every DAY. This post was not sponsored by Tillamook, I just was excited to see a company that is successful still care about limiting waste, emissions, are trying to do good in the world. Although a creamery will always by hated by some, we have to do our best to be the best stewards we can while they exist. Just like gas operated cars, we need to continually be making them more efficient and greener until we have better options that are affordable to the masses. I wrapped it up with a Crater Lake Root beer from the gift shop, because they had me at Crater Lake.

I got my free samples to eat later, ordered some food, and ended up with free fries and a giant order of cheese curds since they messed my order up. Callooh, Callay! I wish I had my hollow leg I had back in the day. I had to leave room for fresh ice cream. Bask in the glory of this beauty, will you:

With The Muppets song stuck in my head, Movin’ Right Along, I moved right along down the coastline, hoping to stop at Kiwanda to see the haystack rock and enjoy the beach. I thought this was a conservation area, but it was a full-blown tourist town and they have huge signs that make sure I know they don’t allow trailers or RVs in their parking. Like Kermit and Fozzy Bear, I moved right along down the coast to a spot called Otter Rock; Yes, solely based on the name alone. I had no other point of reference, but otter is in the name. It was a great choice, because when I arrived, I was at the overlook all by my lonesome and saw 3 huge grey whales below. My first grey whale spotting! I had seen many humpbacks living in Hawaii, but never grey. Soon, others showed up and I was able to help them see the whales, as more moved through, probably 8 or so altogether, including one baby and one subadult. And in true Haylan fashion of being a terribly undevoted photographer, I have no pictures because I left the camera in the car because my hands were cold. Sorry everyone!

My stop for the night was South Beach State Park. I was grateful it’s just an overnight since it was crowded. 

I’ll end on a preachy note; There was a family camped in an RV and 2 tents about 15 feet from the restroom. When walking the trail there, the patriarchal figure was just taking a bold piss right behind the tent, just about 2 yards from me as I walked by. In the morning, there was such a wet spot, and the back of the tent was splattered, that you know he’s been doing this the entire time he’s been there. Since they are next to the restrooms, there is also a big sign in their site facing out that starts with the big words, “How to be considerate in a campground.”

Men. What’s the deal? Can you just stop pissing everywhere? Both in my private and professional life this is a real issue. I’m not sure what entitlement or ease makes you think it’s not only ok to whip your yuck-noodle out in public, but to also leave your stinky gross urine all over the place. Although men do it everywhere (parking lots, city streets, you name it) there’s definitely something about nature that makes them think they can just piss anywhere. The fire ring of a campsite, any tree or water source nearby. I have seen countless men leave their RVs just to piss on a tree a few feet away, or literally pee on the wall of the restroom building. Let me put it bluntly: STOP. Use the darn-tootin’ restrooms! You are not special. Your pee is gross, and no one wants to see your ding dong! How many hundreds of others have peed in your campsite this month because they are just like you? How many kids play in the trees you marked? How many people cook their hot dogs in the fire ring you soiled? How many deer and other critters are drawn in to lick the salt you left behind? Just cut it out.

Also, to be fair, women do it too, but are such a small part of the problem they are barely worth mentioning. I have only had two instances in my career or personal life where a woman peeing somewhere she shouldn’t was an issue, compared the insurmountable, uncountable times it’s been men. Perhaps women are taught through society to be less entitled and less likely to claim territory. I think women also know that if they pull their trousers down in front of others, they will be met with harassment, not that she’s peeing, but because some man can see her *butt*. I think women are generally more aware of the world around them; women know someone is looking at their butt even when it’s in pants, even more so when it’s out full moon – plenty of men peeing right in front of children are surprised when someone says they can see them – the awareness is simply not there. I definitely think it’s because it is so much harder for women to do in general, too.

“But I also have to say, for the umpty-umpth time, that life isn’t fair. It’s just fairer than death, that’s all.”

Haylan

#leave no trace #outdoor ethics #stop pissing everywhere #not all men #enough men #camping #park ranger life #tillamook #lake crescent #canoeing #beach time #ehlers danlos life #hypermobility spectrum disorder #muggles

[no1dorohedoro]

i need new shoes so badly ive worn through the cloth i sewed into the back to try and make it last longer

#.txt #i'm basically running these shoes into the grounf #ground #looking up nurse shoes even tho i;m not a nurse #i do spend a lot of time on my feet walking around my small store