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🤪 and/or ✉️ whatever you’re feeling for Trent & Ellie

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the texts are from when they first met unbeknownst to the LOVE AND JOY they wld bring into each other's lives <33

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"I'm not saying I don't believe you, but is there a chance that it's just a coincidence?" Ellie tries to reassure him that he's looking at it wrong. She pulls her phone from her pocket and scrolls through any information she can find on the recent murders, trying to look for anything to help prove that it's not a copycat, to prove that there's not really a connection. It's not looking good.

muse : cain perez . he / him . bisexual . horror film maker . plot: the plot of cain's horror film seems to be coming true as their friends are being picked off one by one . scream vibes . status : open to anyone .

" i don't know what the fuck is going on but someone's recreating the movie . and everyone's a suspect . "

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6x15 | 7x08

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Like her neighbor from a few doors down, Ellie too has a habit of wearing headphones. Luckily this time she has only one ear covered, and she doesn't miss the sound of someone trying to get her attention. She turns to look in the others' direction and it only takes her a few seconds to register who he is. Steve Harrington, a boy she'd gone to high school with.

She stops and waits for him to meet up with her, sliding her headphones onto her shoulders. She doesn't bother to press pause so Pat Benatar's voice faintly streams out of the little foam earpieces. She glances toward the trailer he'd come from, "Max? I saw her earlier I think" she takes in his worried countenance; something must be wrong. "Want some help looking for her? She might be at the back of the park," she suggests. She'd always made sure to keep an eye on the younger girl when she could, knowing all too well what her family was like. It worries her to think that the girl's possible missing.

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steve is trying to ignore the anxiety clawing at his chest as he stands on the porch to max's trailer, trying not to freak out that no one is answering the door as he knocks and knocks, trying not to worry about the fact that she's not here even though she's supposed to be. but despite all his efforts, he is worrying, so he really can't stop himself as he shouts out to the blonde he sees walking across the trailer park. "hey! uh, sorry to bother you, it's just ..." he jogs down the steps and over to her. "have you seen a little redhead girl lately? she lives there -" he points with his thumb at the trailer he was just at. "she's about ye big, always has headphones on, always looks super pissed at the world?"

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"Not bad," she smiles, the compliment is an understatement. She enjoys Luke's writings; she always thought him to be a talented lyricist. "I don't think you've shown me anything I didn't like," she adds to reassure him that she did in fact like the song so far. She leans back in her spot on the couch, her own song journal tucked under her thigh for now. "Have you shown the others?" she's curious what the song would sound like with a full band.

WE HAVE A WINNER ! the wheel spun & @sarcaasmic received luke patterson !

❝ i believe, i believe that we're just one dream away from who we're meant to be, now we're standing on the edge of great, ❞ luke strummed on his guitar, singing the lyrics to one of his newer songs. when he was done, he turned to the other. ❝ so what do you think? nothing short of amazing, right? ❞

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Nightmares: a meme compilation

Spoken:

‘It was all just a bad dream.’

‘You’re safe now. Nothing’s going to hurt you.’

‘I’ve been plagued by these nightmares for months. They don’t seem to stop.’

‘Oh thank god, it was a nightmare.’

‘You were a monster in my dream.’

‘Do you want me to stay here until you fall asleep again?’

‘I don’t think I can go back to sleep.’

‘Hey, hey, hey! It was a nightmare. You were having a nightmare.’

‘Could you stay with me?’

‘I’ll sit with you as long as it takes.’

‘Take it easy, I’m here now.’

Unspoken

[THRASH] Sender is woken up by the receiver thrashing in their sleep due to a nightmare.

[TERROR] Sender catches receiver having a night terror.

[TALK] Sender hears receiver making sounds/talking in their sleep.

[DRINK] Sender gives receiver a warm drink to help calm them down.

[HAIR] Sender strokes receiver’s hair to soothe them after a bad dream.

[PARALYZE] Sender notices receiver is experiencing sleep paralysis.

[RESTLESS] Sender notices receiver tossing and turning in their sleep.

[MEDICINE] Sender gives receiver medicine to help them sleep.

[SHUSH] Sender sings/shushes reader back to sleep.

[ATTACK] Sender calms receiver down from a panic attack.

As always, these can be changed to fit context and reversed!

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She’s happy with Alex’s response, minus the comment about Bigfoot. She lifts her head to make eye contact with him. "Bigfoot?" Really?” She shakes her head then rests her cheek on his chest once more. As much as she loved scary movies, they still messed with her thoughts a little. She knew that when they slept tonight, if the place was too quiet, the slightest noise would have her mind jumping to the worst conclusions.

"Hmm, probably The Strangers,” one of the worst ones to think about while they’re in a rental cabin. “Hmm, I don’t think I’ve seen that one,” she replies in reference to Seven. As much as she loved horror movies, she had a ton still on her watchlist.

Alex’s hands on her back and arm feel so right. Like they’re made to hold each other like this. If she could help it, she’d stay right here for the rest of the trip even if her legs fell asleep. One of her arms is tucked between the back of the couch, resting lightly along Alex’s side. The other lays folded against his torso. She’s thankful for the long sleeves, otherwise, Alex might be able to feel the light goosebumps spreading across her skin.

It takes a second for her to register that he’d said something. “Mhm, the dead white guy knew his shit,” she snickers a little at her own joke. “Quote from the movie, sorta, you’ll see,” she adds with a shrug.

“yeah,  of course,  it’s okay,  ellie.”   he appreciates the question,  though.   how mindful and considerate she is of his feelings.   “you’re my best friend.   who else am i supposed to do these things with?   and i mean,  my options are really limited at the moment.   it’s either you or the big foot,  and i don’t trust him to follow the recipe,”   he lightly teases,  absently rubbing her back.   he insists that she’s his best friend but his heart begs to disagree —   beating faster every time she’s near,  melting as soon as she lays her head on his chest,  panging whenever she’s not with him.   “what’s your favorite one?   slasher,  i mean.”   he finds it fascinating how she can enjoy both,  romantic comedies and horrors.   

“my favorite psychological thriller is probably the one with morgan freeman and brad pitt?   seven?   the first time i watched it,  i had that exact reaction.   what the fuck did i just watch?   but it was so good.”   he loves movies that either tell a very complex story and there’s a lot of character development,  or the ones that make him exercise his brain.   still,  he really isn’t against watching something light and predictable or scary and mostly plotless.   he’d watch anything with ellie.   “i don’t know how i’ll make up for this huge flaw…   i’ll have to find a way,”   he chuckles,  his other hand coming up to draw lazy circles on her arm.   if he could press pause and live in this moment forever,  he would do just that.   “yeah?   see?   that only further proves that his works are timeless.   they still inspire people to this day.”   fire crackling and popping in the distance,  illuminating their faces.   the tv coming to life.   and suddenly,  alex realizes that he wouldn’t want to be anywhere but here with ellie.

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The lake's peaceful, nice, especially with Abi there. It's a helpful escape from the harshness of reality. All she needs to think about is relaxing her muscles and listening to the quiet sounds of nature. Even though she could go to their victors' village to escape the bustle of the district, this was better; being with her closest friend was so much better. That house was lonely, too quiet. Gave her too much time to think. To dwell on everything.

"Yeah, I'd hate to separate them," she sighs. Every year the capitol tears twenty-four kids away from their parents so easily, yet for her it's so hard to do the same to a cow. She couldn't even do it to an animal, even if they're supposedly okay when being separated.

"Oh my." Ellie smiles at Abi's story, imagines being in the mom's shoes. "Definitely overwhelming," she adds. Ellie isn't sure about having children of her own at this point, not because of the stress of the kids themselves but everything she knows they'll be exposed to. Just because she was a victor, didn't mean any of her future children would be safe from the capitol.

"'Cause she's grayish brown, not many of the cows are that color. Reminded me of ground pepper," she explains, "Nothing too exciting,"

abilene followed suit with ellie , laying on her back and floating beside her friend . there wasn't a cloud in the sky and eventually the endless expanse of light blue became too much for her eyes , so she looked towards the other girl . these moments with ellie were nice they could be kids again , regain just a few moments that were stolen from them both with the games .

❛ that's good . . . you gonna keep the little girl too ? ❜ abi asked . there wasn't really such a thing as owning an animal in district ten sure , no average joe could come and slaughter any animal they pleased , but what the capitol wanted the capitol got . she remembered a few years back when veal was all the rage in the capitol and shuddered . sure , the bull calves were destined for slaughter anyways , but there was a difference between slaughter at three months and slaughter at two or three years .

she snorted at the thought . children weren't safe from them no matter the species , she guessed . abilene let out a breath and looked back to the sky . ❛ when angus was little i think one time mama must've stayed up all night with him . she was so tired she put his clothes on backwards , ❜ she remembered his little hands covered with the feet of the onesie and smiled . ❛ papa felt awful when he realized . made her stay in bed for two days to catch up on sleep . after that he woke up every couple of hours to make sure mama was getting enough sleep . babies seem exhausting . ❜

abilene hummed for a moment . ❛ why'd you settle on pepper anyways ? ❜

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"I didn't say it was a flaw," she corrects him. She, in fact, is one of those girls that love that he's taller and it's not just because he can reach the shelves that she can't. She definitely prefers Romeo and Juliet over the Scooby-gang for just them. If it were a group costume it could be so iconic, but just them showing up without the rest of mystery incorporated might feel a little off. "Romeo and Juliet it is then." she agrees.

She lets out a quiet exhale of amusement, "Uncultured swines...," she mimics under her breathe, not in a way to make fun of him this time; his word choice was just entertaining. She appreciates his confidence in her but knows it'll still be a little intimidating meeting them. "I'm sure I'll be fine" She's not sure. Whatsoever. Then she glances at Alex and knows she'd be fine.

Ellie focuses her view on the menu when Alex asks if she has any siblings, "Oh yeah, have I not mentioned him before...?" It's not surprising, she wasn't one to talk about her family a ton, didn't like ruining the mood. Her brother though was a much easier topic, "Just an older brother, Arthur, goes by Artie," she explains. "Probably doesn't know who Baz Luhrmann is either," she tries to lighten up a little. Out of all her close family members, she liked him the most. "He lived with my mom after the divorce, so we didn't see each other as often as we probably should have but we reconnected when he moved out," Despite their distance physically, the Owens siblings managed to stay in contact. "He's a boxer," she adds.

“oh,  please,  don’t try to make it sound like a character flaw.   girls love how tall i am,”   he jokingly counters,  even if he’s far from being a casanova and an expert on what women find attractive.   he’s an introvert who always carries a book under his arm,  and is rather cautious when it comes to falling in love.   he’s only ever been in two serious relationships,  which isn’t really all that impressive.   “you know,  on a second thought…   your idea seems a lot better,  less embarrassing.”   romeo and juliet.   it’s a classic,  he thinks.   and who says two friends can’t go to a party dressed as the ultimate star-crossed lovers?

“luckily for me,  my brothers are uncultured swines so i doubt they’ll know who baz luhrmann is.”   he puts their playful banter on hold for a moment,  his features softening and heart melting at the genuine enthusiasm behind her words.   he’s a family man through and through.   he practically raised his brothers.   and so hearing ellie say that she’d love to meet them one day fills him with sheer happiness.   “please,  they’re gonna love you.   consider yourself warned,  though.   they can be quite…   intense.”   talking on top of each other,  arguing,  kicking one another under the table.   and yes,  they are all grown men now.   “what about you,  ellie?   do you have any siblings?”   he wonders aloud,  eyes locked on the menu as he contemplates his choices.

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Ellie's relationship with her father Donovan "Donny" Owens, in quotes

Bite the Hand by boygenius//Kellin M//Family Line by Conan Gray//unknown//veniennes on tiktok

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"I mean, it wasn't a very expensive kit, so maybe it's just 'cause it's the cheaper stuff?" Note to self, if one can, splurge for the good gingerbread house kit. "We might need the other frosting, the stuff in the can," she suggests with a nod in the direction of the kitchen and asks, "Do we have any hiding somewhere in a cupboard?"

Ellie's hands hold the gingerbread in place on her side of the house, waiting. Consequently, she has to resort to blowing a strand of curls out of her face, plus she didn't need frosting in her hair nor vice versa. They do plan to eat the cookie house after all.

Ellie's eyebrows raise as she lifts her head to look at Trent, "I'm sorry, what did you just ask me?" She doesn't fully believe him, but her jaw drops anyways in surprise. "Have you not seen or even read How the Grinch Stole Christmas?"

Trent's never made a gingerbread house before, ignorant that the failing structural integrity of one is the norm. "Do you think we got bad icing? Why's it drippin' so much? Do we gotta let it dry?" He asks, studying the two pieces she's holding, and then crouches to get closer, blowing against where she has the two pieces held together. It probably didn't do anything, but it gives him enough belief to continue, carefully placing the remaining to walls to hers.

His hand's shaking trying to squeeze out the rapidly dwindling white icing, which drips just the same as Ellie's did, and when he's finally done, he rolls his shoulders a takes as strenuous as running a marathon. Then, they're both just standing there, holding their respective walls. "What was the Grinch's deal anyway? Why'd he hate Christmas?" He's never seen the movies, clearly.

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Ellie smiles softly. "That's sweet," she comments. She knows that Alex's mom is a cautious topic, so she is so grateful that he felt comfortable enough to talk about her at least a little bit. "Then sugar cookies and gingerbread it is," she states. "If that's okay," She didn't want to overstep in case he'd rather keep those specific cookies exclusive to the memories of baking with his mom. Especially since there was a risk of the cookies not turning out.

"Mhm," she confirms, romcoms and horror—quite the combination. "Even better when it's a little campy," she explains. "Slashers can be so fun, but yeah, I get that." Psychological horror can be so interesting too. "Especially when you have to sit there and think about what you just watched as the credits roll," she adds.

"Deal," she had no clue what movie Alex was going to pick, but maybe it'd be more fun as a surprise. "Huge flaw," she reiterates with a faux frown that she can't keep on her lips for longer than a few seconds. Ellie gets comfortable in their spot on the couch; it's cozy as she lays her head on his chest, covered in a blanket and Alex's scent.

"Oh, I know," she smiles. "Actually, a good chunk of romcoms are based on Shakespeare's works and other classics." She grabs her phone for a moment to google, "Hmmm, Hulu looks like." She tucks her phone under the couch once more, a spot easy to reach without the need to leave Alex's arms again. Then she turns the movie on.

“it’s one of the things that i always did with my mom.”   back when she was alive,  but he doesn’t say the words out loud.   she passed away when he was only six years old,  and yet that wound still refuses to heal.   “we’d make two batches of sugar cookies and then two more of gingerbread cookies,  we’d decorate them,  pack them in pretty little boxes and hand them out to our neighbors.”   alex rarely opens up like this because it never fails to leave him feeling vulnerable and awkward,  but being stuck in this little cabin has him releasing his inner inhibitions.

“oh?   so,  you are into both?   romcoms and horrors?”   there’s more amusement than judgement in his voice.   “i don’t really like typical slashers,  but the ones that lean more towards psychological thrillers,  like the shining,  can be interesting.”   laughing when she insists on watching a romantic comedy,  he figures he can’t really say no.   mostly because it’s not like there are many alternatives available.   are they just supposed to stare at the fire until they get tired enough to go to bed?   he rolls onto his side and snatches the remote from the coffee table,  handing it to ellie.   “let’s do it like this.   you pick the first movie,  i pick the next one.”   sounds like a fair deal to him.

she’s so cute,  he thinks to himself,  tapping the tip of her wrinkled nose.   the truth is,  he might not like romantic comedies,  but he’d watch anything just to make her happy,  even if he refuses to straight up admit it.   “i’m very happy to hear that this isn’t a dealbreaker,  but it surely is one of my biggest flaws,”   he laughs,  his arm curling around her shoulders once she’s lying down,  hugging her as their bodies mold against one another.   he pulls the fuzzy blanket over them again,  wanting to keep ellie warm.   “i really love shakespeare and that actually sounds interesting.   let’s give it a try.   is it on netflix?”

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Ellie uses her free hand to try and grab the mace at first, stepping closer until he tucks it behind his back; there is no chance for her to get it now. She rolls her eyes, taking a short breath. “You can’t be serious...” She turns to focus on that grip he still has on her other arm and works on trying to pull his hand off her other wrist. Off all people to deal with on her way home, why did it have to be him?

“Don’t turn this around on me,” she shakes her head in annoyance, disbelief that he was actually trying to argue that somehow she'd been waiting to get the jump on him. Her jaw drops a little. “As if,” she rolls her eyes. She gives a good tug, still trying to pull her hand from his. "Would you let go?"

She takes a deep breath this time. “Where are you going anyway? The cut’s this way; I know I don’t need to remind you that your house is that way,” she points the other way with her free hand. During their interactions, he'd made it quite clear that he lived in figure eight.

Rafe hasn’t let go of her wrist and is waving the canister in his other hand, as if proving a point. “You are crazy!” That’s his argument, stressed by some more glaring. In the dark he can still make out her features and see that look in her eyes. That look. He frowns, then, after some more silent glaring, he tucks the mace under his waistband at his back. Out of reach from strange girl. He lets his now free hand run trough his hair and exhales. “And I was not following you. I was just walking and because you make these tiny steps I was about to overtake you when you attacked me. Thinking about it, it looked a lot like you were waiting for me, in the dark. So that would make you the stalker.” He tilts his head to the side and suddenly there’s a smirk on the face. “Is that something you do? Stalk guys? Attack them? Is this your way to flirt?”

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"Oh ha ha, you're the actual giant here," she quips back with a light poke to his side. This teasing back and forth felt so natural, they just understood each other. It was like an unspoken acknowledgement that neither was serious. The hard part was the divide between teasing and flirting; if anyone asked, they were so not flirting! They were just friends picking on each other that was it.

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Ellie nods, "Oh yeah," she agrees. Honestly, if he didn't shave, she was sure this theoretical costume wouldn't be affected. Just because bare legs are visible doesn't mean they have to be shaved; it's a personal preference in the end. She doesn't judge.

"Oh, true," she nods. "I have a good conversation starter now. Hey, so nice to meet you. Did you know your brother loves Baz Luhrmann’s movies?" She smiles sweetly. She drops the humorous tone for a moment, "Joke aside, I am excited to meet your brothers one day." She's heard so much about them, and despite her tendency to be nervous around new people, she's confident she'll be fine with Alex there.

"Hmm, a cinnamon roll does sound good," she agrees as she peaks over at the case, slightly obscured by another customer. She glances over the options she can see from her spot, but another inhale of that sweet, sugary cinnamon scent filling the air helps confirm her decision. She looks toward the sign listing drink options; after looking them over, her mind's leaning toward an apple cider slushie.

if anyone asks,  the rosiness that’s spreading rapidly across the apples of alex’s cheeks is caused solely by the cool breeze,  definitely not by the fact that he gets to walk down the street with his arm around the most beautiful girl in the world.   whoever ends up marrying her will be the luckiest man alive.   “five foot five.   right.   what a giant you are.   guess with that height,  you can only go as big foot,  no other costume will fit you.   or shaq,”   he teases with a laugh,  winking at her even if he fully expects her to elbow him in the ribs for that one.   and god,  she’s got the cutest laugh.   “oh?   now we’re talking.   so,  i only shave above the knee?   from my knee up to what?   mid-thigh?   is that how girls do it?”   he playfully inquires,  even though he doesn’t really care what girls do with their bodies.   if someone wants to shave,  they shave.   if they don’t,  they don’t.   whatever.   who gives a fuck?   only weak men who think women are plastic dolls meant to entertain them care about stuff like that.   fuck those assholes.   “your other friends?   my brothers when you finally meet them?”   if his younger brothers knew that he liked those girly movies,  they’d still make fun of him in the nursing home.   arm reluctantly falling from around her as they step inside,  the warm aroma of freshly brewed coffee and sweet smell of cinnamon-dusted pastries fills the air.   “do you already know what you want to get or do you want to take a closer look at what they’ve got?   i’ve heard those cinnamon rolls are real good,  might try it,”   he rambles on,  refraining from taking her hand into his own as they stand in line,  pale blue eyes fixated on the variety of sweets behind the glass.

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//@bloodrodeo sent: ☎ — [sender] and [receiver] put together a gingerbread house HOLIDAY THINGZZZ 🤩🤩🤩

The dining table is a mess of icing gel tubes, sprinkles, frosting, candies, and other sweet things. Ellie's standing there, hands practically covered in frosting as she tries to help assemble the little house. It's the frosting that's meant to be the glue that holds the walls of the house together. She'd let them fall once already, hence the frosting all over her fingers.

"I never thought building gingerbread houses was this... complicated," she partially mumbles, but her voice still loud enough for Trent to hear. She's then mentally counting time as she holds the two pieces together; longer this time to make sure the sides actually stick together to form a corner of the house. Christmas music plays through a Bluetooth speaker, and she hums along to 'You're a Mean One, Mr. Grinch' as she waits.

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bold all that apply to your muse  ,  memories of my childhood edition… tw, contains mentions of abuse / neglect / death / trauma

scraped knees,  silent tears in a locked room,  slamming doors,  pervasive loneliness,  a dog barking,  rain on a metal roof,  flinching at movement,  the creak of an old house,  forced laughter,  wandering in the dark woods,  wondering how you made it through,  sudden loss,  trying to make sense of the noise,  hiding what you love to protect it,  trying to explain but your words falter,  invaded privacy,  confusion at the pain,  running barefoot in the grass,  wondering what you did wrong and coming up with nothing,  realizing you aren’t a priority,   grass stains on white clothing,  trying to earn love you will never have,  being threatened over the smallest mistake,  secrets you are warned not to share,  the feeling of never being good enough,  the hope things might someday get better,  grief that aches in your bones,  childish dares and pranks,  the sense that your body isn’t yours,  shame and guilt that aren’t yours to carry,  sledding down a frozen hill,  absentmindedly following snakes through the grass,  punching a tree until your knuckles bleed,  tears over every dead creature you find,  searching out small places you can hide… just in case,  climbing the tallest tree so they can’t touch you,  the feeling of something tainted under your skin,  a curious child told to stop asking,  floral dresses,  body tensing at approaching footsteps,  anger with nowhere to go,  brief escapes from the chaos,  the purr of a contented cat,  taking the blame to keep the peace,  being told you’re too sensitive,  the creaking springs of a trampoline on a sunny day

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