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Tooooo real

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why do the thoughts in my heads never cease

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i was a prodigy

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i can’t write anymore. no matter how much i attempt to think up any new ideas i just end up further away from writing anything then i ever was before.

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please don’t let me end up like my father

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i know that nobody’s perfect but sometimes it just feels like my dad could try a bit harder to be less angry

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☆ high score

Vance is going to be so goddamn fucking mad. Bruce thinks, staring at the new high score on the pinball machine. He had just beaten Vance Hopper at pinball, and Bruce knew he had it coming. No one ever beat Vance Hopper at pinball and only one kid ever tried it, but he was never seen again after that day.

Bruce was shaking in his shoes, hand clenching the joystick. The raven-haired boy was starting to panic. How could he be so stupid? Why didn’t he just give up when he got near Vance’s score?

The faint tingling sound of the doorbell opening awoke Bruce from his thoughts, and he spun around to see who just entered the Grab’n’Go.

It was Vance Hopper.

Bruce smiled at Vance, trying to use his charm to let him get off easy. Vance ignored him, pushing Bruce aside to get to the pinball machine. Seconds later, Vance turned his head to look at Bruce;

“Did you beat my fucking score?” Vance hissed, eyes seemingly piercing Bruce’s soul.

Bruce said nothing, his mouth opening and closing like a goldfish.

“Well? Don’t you fucking ignore me.” Vance growled, crossing his arms.

“…Yeah!…” Bruce squeaked out, shaking in fear. He had just beaten the one and only Vance Hopper's score.

Vance mutters something under his breath, kicking the machine and staring down at Bruce’s feet.

“Don’t let me catch you beating it again, got it?” Vance scowls, his cheeks flushing pink as he meets Bruce’s gaze.

Bruce nods quickly and sprints out of the store as quick as he possibly can, feeling surprised that he even made it out alive.

Vance scoffs as Bruce leaves the store, rolling his eyes and trying to ignore his bright pink, burning cheeks.

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☆ gentle breeze

A gentle breeze drifts through the air darting through thin branches, rustling amber leaves hanging on by a thread.

Bare branches wave down to piles of rotting plants and fragile leaves, the ancient tree standing tall amicably. Their gallant structure stands strong against the harsh weather, ever watching repetitive change to the world around them.

The hazy sky is dreary with colourless clouds hiding the sun, enveloping the shrouded world above. Below lies the obstructive and begrimed roots, protruding from the muddy ground and inhaling cold autumnal air.

The gentle breeze glides towards the towering tree I desperately cling on to, the looming threat of being snatched away with it ominous.

The gentle breeze brushes past me, knocking me off my course and sending me into an oscillating path downwards towards other leaves that have suffered the same unchanging fate time and time again. I descend leisurely, brushing up against the hard bark of the tree I once clung on to. The bark is damp, mossy fungi growing up from the trunk of this ancient tree, clutching at anything to avoid being pulled away.

Other leaves gently decline to the muddy ground, accepting the end of their short life. I attempt to ascend to the branches I used to grasp at, sharp movements upwards towards peaceful refuge.

Another breeze drifts past me, pushing me downwards towards a unsavoury fate. I move from side to side, delicately being laid to rest atop of the ground that had been made besmirched with long fallen leaves.

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☆ will I ever see you again?

Bruce was riding his bike home from his baseball match, which his lost 7:14. Bruce knew he had been distracted from his game recently, since his boyfriend went missing around a week ago. Vance was supposed to meet Bruce in the park after school, but never showed up for their date.

As the Grab 'n' Go came into view, Bruce slowed down to a halt and left his bike outside the store.

The raven-haired boy walked inside, trying to ignore the pinball machine that his boyfriend was glued to 24/7. Bruce takes a quick look at the high score, smiling softly as he sees that Vance's high score is still the top.

He walks to the cold drinks isle, picking out a diet coke and paying for it at the counter. Bruce unscrews the lid, taking a sip. The fizzy metallic taste fills his mouth, and Bruce gulps the soda down eagerly. He was parched, since he forgot to bring water to his baseball game. Vance always used to bring Bruce a cup of water, since he knew Bruce always forgot to.

Bruce finished off the can, dumping it in the trash can outside the store entrance. Plastered on the windows of the Grab 'n' Go, was a bunch of 'missing' posters of kids who had gone missing recently. The first poster Bruce saw was Griffin Stagg's, a kid in the 6th grade who went missing over six months ago. The second poster Bruce saw was Billy Showalter's, who was in the 9th grade. Billy delivered papers to the Yamada household daily, until his disappearance four months ago. The last poster, the newest one on the window, was Vance Hopper's. Bruce stared at the picture of Vance on the poster, and read the information below. Vance Hopper, 173 cm, age 15, last seen 16th July.

Bruce felt his heart tearing in two. He had tried to ignore the fact that Vance was missing, but this poster just proved the fact that Vance was missing. Like the other two boys, he might never come back. Bruce might never see Vance in his math class again. He might never see Vance playing pinball inside the very same store that his missing poster was hung up on. He might never meet Vance in the park after school again. He might never see Vance again.

Bruce breathed in sharply, jumping on his bike and cycling away as fast as he could, blinking away the tears in his dark brown eyes. He sped through the neighborhood, enjoying the wind rushing through his hair. After half an hour spent riding around his whole neighbourhood, Bruce eventually slowed down and parked his bike in his garage.

Bruce unlocked the front door, slamming it behind him and locking the door. He walked up to his room, gently shutting his bedroom door and sinking down onto the floor, allowing a few tears to escape.

Bruce wiped his eyes, trying to control his shaky breaths. I will see Vance again, right? Maybe it was a mistake. Maybe Vance just left Denver for a while? Vance was okay. Vance was going to be okay. Bruce reassures himself, his breathing slowing down to a normal rate.

Vance was going to be okay, right?

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james the snowman, only about 1 1/2 months until christmas!

trick or treat! <3

I drew this for you in my notes app and it took thirty seconds. I love candy <33

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i drew goldie the ghost, he doesnt go anywhere without his bow tie and hat!

trick or treat! <3

I drew this for you in my notes app and it took thirty seconds. I love candy <33

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i love it so much, ill draw you something too

here is David the Pumpkin Man!

Hope you enjoy 💕

trick or treat! <3

I drew this for you in my notes app and it took thirty seconds. I love candy <33

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trick or treat!!

definitely treat, i have a sweet tooth!

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Can I request something with the ship rinney, where it’s basically when they first met when they were younger when Finney was getting bullied on the playground or sm? Ty, no rush at all and I love your writings so much <33

☆ sandcastles

“Hey you!” Someone called to a six-year-old Finney from across the playground, pointing at him.

Finney looked up from his collection of sandcastles he was building, upset to be disturbed from creating his masterpiece.

A small group of boys came over, around three or four, and stood infront of Finney.

“I’m going to stomp on your stupid sandcastle, and there’s nothing you can do about it!” One of the boys yelled, jumping onto Finney’s small collection of sandcastles.

Finney said nothing, staring blankly at the now-crushed sandcastles that he had spent nearly the whole of recess creating.

“Hey!” Another kid called out. Finney recognised him, as the boy was in his class. The boy walked over to the small group of bullies that were still crowding around Finney.

The boy pushed over the tallest kid, the bully falling over onto his butt in the sandpit. The other bullies scarpered, not wanting to be pushed over by this terrifying six-year-old.

The boy stuck out a hand to help Finney up, glaring at the bullies as they ran away.

“I’m Robin!” The boy announced, showing off his missing front teeth as he grinned at Finney, who just looked slightly confused by the whole situation.

“I’m Finney” Finney mumbled, grabbing Robin’s hand and helping himself up from the sandpit. He brushed himself off, before looking up at Robin and muttering a ‘thanks’ with the brightest smile he could muster.

“We should be friends!” Robin declared, “Best friends!”

Finney nodded, grinning at the six year old boy opposite him.

“Wanna build sandcastles with me?” Finney asked, holding up his plastic bucket and spade to the raven-haired boy opposite him.

Robin nodded, eager to start building sandcastles with his new best friend.

Sorry if this was bad, I’m so sick rn and I’m so busy with school! Hope you didn’t mind the wait, and thank you so much for requesting! <33

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heyy i just wanted to ask if closer to halloween or whenever, u dont even have to do it, u could maybe do a halloween themed tbp boys x reader? if not 100% ok i adore ur work!!

halloween.

TBP GUYS HEADCANONS

hope you like this. it’s ass but yk

Finney Blake

the most like basic costume ever. — BUT WE LOVE HIM FOR THAT. — (if gwen doesn’t force him to dress up in something against his will) TRUST ME HE STILL DRESSES UP.

is too shy to ask for candy but he ends up getting handfuls and handfuls from gwen anyway.

does NOT like halloween parties, like at all. he’d much rather be with you watching a horror movie at home, or trick or treating with you and gwen.

his favorite candy is definitely almond joy. THE NASTIEST CANDY in my opinion…he will eat those shits up when no one wants theirs. twix is a close second.

robin arellano

his costumes are so NICHE. like everything you would expect him to wear, he’s wearing 💀

most likely dresses up as like michael myers or something horror related

takes his little cousins trick or treating a lot

gives you all of his candy, or probably tries to trade it.

HE DEFFO CARRIES AROUND A JANSPORT BACKPACK TO TRICK OR TREAT IM NOT EVEN GONNA LIE

but if you don’t like trick or treating he’s more than fine with just watching movies with you at home, or even doing something else

favorite candy has to be something gummy or sour, he’s a sucker for those. he’d literally eat anything if it’s in gummy form. or insanely sour to the point where it’s burning his tongue

bruce yamada

doesn’t trick or treat USUALLY. he’d do it without a doubt if you asked him though

still dresses up, i feel like he does group costumes with his baseball buddies or smth

he’s the kid that takes the entire bowl of candy when there’s a “take one” paper / sign

his little sister probably trick or treats with her friends so he doesn’t take her.

WE ALL KNOW THAT TRISTANS FAVORITE CANDY IS ALMOND JOY. SO OFC HIS IS GONNA BE ALMOND JOY, plus he just looks like an almond joy enjoyer like.

acts like he isn’t scared of haunted houses. (he is, the most scared guy there)

Vance Hopper

HE DOES NOT DRESS UP. LIKE AT ALL. in fact, he pretends he hates halloween. like you even bring up the topic and he’s like “i don’t celebrate it”

we all know he’s less hostile with his S/O, so he’d TRY to dress up as something with them.

but he’s so picky, like you bring up an idea for a costume, “that won’t look good on me” “i hate that show” “that movie is for losers” “I HATE THAT BAND”

favorite candy is deffo sour patch kids, he loves those shits he will DEVOUR them

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Late-Night Pumpkin Carving (Peter Parker x F! Reader)

Summary : carving pumpkins

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Pumpkin guts stuck to your hands and forearms, the Killer Klowns From Outer-Space theme played on your laptop. Peter sat across from you on the floor, working attentively on carving his pumpkin.

“We gotta add Killer Klowns From Outer-Space to our movie marathon.” You said, Peter looked up from his pumpkin and at you.

“We already have like, seven movies we’re gonna watch.”

“So?”

“So half the Saw and Texas Chainsaw movies aren’t enough for one day?” He chuckled.

“Listen, Peter, I just have impeccable taste.” You joked. He smiled and shook his head, turning back to his pumpkin.

“Those are some of the grossest horror movies out there.”

“No, Human Centipede is gross, Saw is just good.” You said matter-of-factly.

“I can’t believe you got me to watch that movie.”

“I thought you loved bugs,” You snickered.

“Spiders aren’t bugs.” He reminded you.

“They look like bugs.” He let out a sigh and chucked some pumpkin guts your way. “Oh hey, come on, don’t do that!” He laughed and scooted closer to you, Thriller started playing and you looked over Peters shoulder to see what he was carving. “Really? A spider?”

“What?” He looked back up at you and you chuckled.

“You’re cute,” He smiled and rolled his eyes.

“Okay, well, what’re you carving?”

“Just a face.” He gave you an unamused look and you smiled. “This is fun.”

“Yeah,” He rested his head on your shoulder as he now scraped out some of the pumpkin shreds that were inside the Jack-o-lantern, dropping them in the newspapers spread out in the floor.

“I’m excited for Halloween.”

“I know,”

“Where’s your Halloween spirit, Peter?”

“I’m carving pumpkins with you, aren’t I?”

“Yeah, and you’re better at it than I am.”

“Yup,” He stood up from his spot next to you on the floor, cupped your face in his hands, and gave you a kiss, you immediately pulled away once you felt how slimy his hands were.

“Ew! Peter!” He laughed and held his hands out as he walked over to the kitchen sink to wash his hands. “You’re gross.”