#but as soon as we found the guy he's just like: 'you fuckin parasite i will beat you to death you lazy scum'

[roaringheat]

LMAO HOLY SHIT UR TELLIN ME VICAR MAX HAD ME THINKING FOR AGES THAT WE WERE MEETING ANOTHER SCHOLAR WHEN ACTUALLY IT WAS AN EX CON THAT TRICKED HIM IN PRISON AND HE JUST WANTED TO BEAT HIS ASS FOR REVENGE???

[chilled-welsh-sam]

Guess what fuckers it's time for

Warhammer bullshit

So let's start (yes there will be more because fuckin no one not even the star gods can stop me) with the begining of time itself. Why? Because that's when the first life emerged named the C'tan or as I call them ctwats.

The C'tan were sentient energy clouds that fed on stars like parasites and literally drained em till the star died then flew to the next one for millions of years.

Now enough about them because they aren't important for a bit. Why bring em up? Because they will be important later duh! Now we gotta talk about a race that the universe either passively or actively hated, the Necrontyr, which suffered from just inevitable cancer caused by the sun their homeworld orbited. At first they thought "maybe if we sacrifice some of our kind the sun god will make us have less cancer" and some Necrontyr known as Red Marshalls had the job of getting those unlucky folks to burn in a dessert to make the sun give them less cancer which in short didn't do shit but they grew to think "ok but if we stop the cancer might happen even more so ya know" and thus the Necrontyr had a society of waiting to die and living to remember the honourable dead and defend what has been built up.

As time marches on the Necrontyr reached the stars and began to live on planets a bit nicer now before you think that solved the cancer problem hahahaha no because they can't catch a break for now. They did eventually come into contact with another race known as the Old Ones which had immortality and when the Necrontyr asked for their secrets to long life effectively responded "lmao nah l plus ratio plus you have cancer" which definitely made the Necrontyr a little bitter since they couldn't escape the cancer.

Soon the various dynasties of the Necrontyr were very happy with their vast dominions but some wanted more, they sought freedom from the Triarch leadership they had to bow before and the Wars of Secession began. You may think the Silent King (guy on top of it all silent because he doesn't talk to the Necrontyr directly but through the other two parts of the Triarchy) found a diplomatic solution, if you did you're very wrong as his solution was "we all hate the Old Ones so let's all get together to fuck up those immortality denying frog fucks!" and offered amnesty to all dynasties that broke away. This could of had a happy ending of the Necrontyr fought and won their war against their foe but this is Warhammer bud, nothing is happy and that'd of been too nice a victory as what actually happened is the Necrontyr were losing badly as despite their technological advantage they were being outmanuvered by the Old Ones who had access to the warp which is another reality connected to ours so the Necrontyr were very quickly pushed to the point they were down to a crumb of the galaxy. This caused the dynasties to try leave again and thus the second wars of secession began.

Next post I will bring up the C'tan and how the galaxy got fucked.

[laylacooke]

The Kids Aren’t Alright || Graham, Frankie, & Layla

timing: Friday (5/29), after the stuff with Celeste (RIP) goes down. parties: @grahamstoker, @offrankies, & @laylacooke summary: Layla finds a temporary new home with Frankie & Graham, after Ulf texts her. 

As soon as Frankie had given Layla the okay to come over, she grabbed some clothes, turned off the lights at Ulfs, and locked up. With one of Ari’s old backpacks, she took off running through the woods. With what Simon had told her, the phone call from Winn’s mother, and now Winn being back in the picture, Layla’s mind was racing. As she reached Frankie and Graham’s place, she stopped to take a breath. Climbing the stairs, she found her way to their door giving it a good swift knock. Tears lingered in her eyes, and she just wanted to hug her girlfriend. Unusually for Graham, he was a little… nervous wasn’t the right word but it was a mingling feeling of irritation and what felt like a memory repressed under a heavy weight. Uuuugh. He took another swig of his tasteless beer, lounged in his familiar position on his couch similarly to when Frankie first knocked on his door when, sure, enough, he heard knocking again. Guh, he really wished she was here so he wouldn’t have to deal with whatever drama was sure to follow the redhead, like a parasite clinging to a family of seven in a haunted house or some shit. He lazily got to his feet and went over to answer the door, bright blue eyes quickly falling on the shorter girl who honestly looked like she’d had a tough time; hair frazzled from the wind, tears on her face. “Uh…” He faltered right out the gate for a moment before recovering and he stepped aside to allow her entry. “Hey. Frankie said you were coming.”

When the door opened, it wasn’t who Layla had expected to see. It had slipped her mind that Frankie was probably still at work. Right. She was at work. She had even mentioned it. But with Graham standing there, a knot had tied itself in her stomach. She knew how he felt about her, and the feelings had been mutual. However, right here, right now, was her only option, and instead of hesitating, she stepped inside, “Look, if I could’ve stayed back home, I would have, but apparently it’s not safe, and Frankie was the first person I could think of. I won’t bother you, and we won’t make any noise tonight, because I’m not really in the mood for anything, just a bed.”

To his relative relief, she had entered so Graham crossed out “dragging a teenage girl kicking and screaming into his house under the pretense of making sure she wasn’t out on the street for the night” off his list. Jesus that was a mental mouthful. “Yeah, I have no idea what’s going on,” He remarked as he closed the door behind her with enough grace that it didn’t appear as though he were trapping her inside - young wolf. Probably skittish. Emotionally compromised… be nice. “But I imagine it sucks if you’re here.” He replied, going over to his kitchen as he motioned towards Frankie’s room. “Her room’s over that way if you wanna go straight there - it smells like her so you might feel better,” He said without thinking so he added “ER do you want anything to, like, drink?”

Layla’s eyes went towards the direction of the room when he had motioned to it. She could smell Frankie’s scent all over the apartment, and it was already calming her nerves. His question drew her attention back on him, “Water, if you don’t mind. Thanks.” She quietly walked towards the girl’s bedroom and tossed her backpack down in a nearby corner. If Frankie didn’t insist, she sleep in the bed, Layla was going to her safe space. Going back into the other room, she met Graham in the kitchen, “Uh, thanks for letting me stay here.” While Layla became familiar with the environment, Graham pulled out a plastic cup - he wasn’t sure if her uncasted hand would have enough strength to break a glass - and filled it with cold water from his fridge. He honestly had no idea how it came to this, specifically. “Ain’t no big,” He replied casually, offering out the cup of water to her. “You can get comfy wherever,” He motioned to the couch. “You hot, cold? You run hot, don’t you?” He asked, knowing she wasn��t in the mood for small talk, but he would be damned if he was going to sit in awkward silence until Frankie got home. “I knew a girl with red hair; she ALWAYS complained about it being hot and I’m like ‘woman it’s 66 degrees in here’,” He chuckled - she was probably emotionally heated up, too. Looked like he wasn’t getting that warmth tonight. “Y’know, I don’t actually think I caught your name,” He mentioned from down the hall as he adjusted the thermostat. 

She accepted the cup of water and walked back to the living room, where he had suggested. Taking a seat, she took a sip of water as she listened to Graham continue to talk. It was surprising not hearing him bitch her out and call her a moody teenager looking for attention. The last thing she had wanted to do was argue with the man - er vampire. She had smelled one other person like that not too long ago, “Layla. It’s Layla.” She bypassed everything else. And instead of looking at Graham, she looked at the tv, “Is this that doctor show where everybody says seriously all the time?” She took another sip of water. “Huh? Oh, I don’t fuckin’-- Maybe,” Graham gave a small shrug, noting her name. “I was just flipping through the channels. One day. ONE day… there might be something different on.” He said with that tone of obvious longing. Maybe someone could curse his cable to give him exciting shit to watch. “Doctor shows are nnnot my preferred method of entertainment,” He admitted. “God the ol’ hemophobia; blood squicks me out,” He lied. “You can change it,” He suggested, getting another beer out of the fridge. “I also got, like a shit-ton of DVDs over there. I dunno when Frankie’ll get back but… Well, whatev’s.” He opened his beer and leaned against the same wall he had when Frankie came over, almost feeling as though this was a parallel. It was odd.

Layla took another slow drink of water as she listened, “I haven’t watched much tv, so I don’t really know what’s on anymore. I think the last time I watched something was with my friend Celeste.” Her mind lingered on the howl and the way it had carried all the way out into the woods and to her ears. It was heartbreaking, and she was worried it had been Ariana, even though Simon had told her otherwise. “I don’t think I’ll be up long enough, but thanks. If you want your couch back, I can go to Frankie’s room.” She looked over at the man, before looking down into the half full cup of water. 

He gave a half-assed wave. “Nah girlie, you’re good. I have a chair--” Graham pointed off to a wicker chair that sat comfortably in the corner with a modern bookshelf next to it. “But it’s fine. Am I hovering? My bad.” On that note, he took another drink and went into the kitchen once more, pretending to look through his fridge and cabinets like he was looking for something, but none-too-urgently. “Man, when I was your age, I’d have been out drinkin’ and have a GOOD ol’ time with friends,” He explained into his cabinet-- WELP, found the garlic. He recoiled and slapped a hand over his mouth as if it would stop the fangs from coming out but… “But, uh… I’m guessing you and Frankie are a little short on drinking buddies right about now,” He said, still facing his kitchen though with a slightly more recognizable lisp.

Frankie hated lying. It was probably one of the few things that she struggled to do as she spoke, and damn, she talked a lot. And even though she thought she had nailed faking a fever to convince Al to let her leave work early, deep down she knew that the man just didn’t care enough to force her to stay. The girl drove back to the apartment as fast as possible, rushing up the stairs and fumbling when she took the keys off her jacket, a slightly difficult task since her bike helmet was under her arm. She managed to open the door, and the first thing she noticed was Graham rummaging through the fridge with… were those his fangs? Her eyes opened wide and lips parted, partly to yell in excitement and partly to yell at him to leave her food alone, but she stopped herself when she noticed her girlfriend from the corner of her eye. Frankie’s mouth hung open for a moment, her brain processing what to do. “My two loves!” A smile decorated her expression as she gave Graham a look- they were definitely talking about this later- and then walked up to Layla. “He didn’t bother you too much did he?”

Layla hadn’t been paying any attention to Graham, except for maybe the random lisp that started happening, but even then, she shrugged it off. What she wouldn’t do for a drink right now. Or those two random pills that creepy Blaine guy had left for her just a few nights ago. But what she had really wanted was answers. Was Ariana okay? Was Celeste okay? Ulfric had clearly been fine since he was the one that had been in touch with her. Layla hadn’t even noticed when Frankie came through the door, and when she spoke, the teenager jumped, sending water flying everywhere. Covered in room temperature water, she blinked a few times before looking over to Frankie, “What? No, he’s been nice.” Sighing, she started to brush the little drops of pooling liquid off of herself, “How was work?”

He had picked up Frankie’s steps rapidly ascending the stairs and Graham turned his head slightly to regard her when she entered but felt himself frowning when he caught the look she gave him. Loves? Nnno no no-- Aaaand Layla just got water everywhere. He inhaled deeply though he didn’t have to, remembering that was a human way to calm down. It’s fine, she was just surprised. It’s water-- EXCUSE HIM? “Yeah!” He exclaimed in agreement to how Layla responded to Frankie’s question, all but abandoning the idea of hiding his fangs as he turned and leaned against the island in his kitchen pointedly. “I’ve been an ANGEL,” He remarked hotly though his tone conveyed the clear message that he wasn’t actually angry. “Wow, you been home for nine and a half seconds and you’re already being sassy,” he flipped his hand as if flipping long hair that wasn’t there and he snatched up his bottle. “Fine. Fine, I can see when I’m not wanted. Welcome home, brat.” He turned to look between the two of them as he paused at the entry of the hall. “It’s okay to be emotional or whatever but don’t be breakin’ any part of my house,” He pointed from one to the other. With that, he gave the two of them a wave. “I didn’t BITE her!” He called before closing his bedroom door behind him.

She had to press her lips together to avoid giggling at Layla’s surprise, and instead of joining her at the couch, she turned to wiggle into the kitchen with Graham, taking the dish towel so her girlfriend could use something to dry herself with. “I’m only sassy because you make me sassy, Grammy.” If she could say the emoticon “:/” out loud to him, she would’ve done it, but instead Frankie just stuck her tongue out to him as he walked to his room. “Love youuuuu~” She managed to yell at him before he closed the door, and a soft sigh escaped her lips immediately afterwards. She tried to play it as if things were okay to try to get Layla into a happier mindset, but with the man out of the room it seemed impossible. The black that replaced her girlfriend’s usually light blue with yellow splatters scared her; not in the way Dr. Kavanagh’s screeching aura had scared her days before, but rather because it had been so long since she had seen Layla sad she just... didn’t know what to do; what to say. Silently, she made her way towards the other girl, her hands playing with the fabric before she sat down next to her, softly drying the drops that had landed on her face. The sound of leaves distracted her a little, but doctor tv shows were dumb and she wasn’t about to question the producer’s choice of ambience sounds.  “Work was okay.” She replied, trying not to look too distracted with the colors dancing around Layla. “I, uhm, already can tell, but-- How are you feeling?”

The cup was pretty much empty, but she downed the last little sip and sat it on the floor. The banter between Frankie and Graham hadn’t gone unnoticed. It appeared she was happy here and that gave Layla some relief. Frankie deserved to be happy and to live somewhere where she had felt safe, especially considering all the darkness that seemed to loom over White Crest. Darkness that seemed to follow her around since she had gotten here, except for the occasional enjoyable memory she had made. Watching Graham leave the room and Frankie return, Layla tried to perk up some, but couldn’t. And she leaned into the towel as Frankie dried off the drops of water. Swallowing thickly, she spoke up, “Scared. I heard a howl like that one other time, since I’ve been here, but this felt different. And then some other stuff happened today. Stuff...I can’t talk about. Sometimes I just think I should’ve kept running, instead of trying to make a new life for myself here. But then I know I probably never would have seen you again or met Ariana, Celeste, and Ulf. And the other wolves.” She had opened up to Frankie more than she had realized, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to...I feel like we haven’t just had a moment to ourselves, since that day in the park. How’ve you been? It feels weird not seeing you every day knowing that you’re just across town.”

Frankie silently listened as her girlfriend rambled, softly pressing the towel against her neck and eventually clothes once her skin was dry. It was hard to keep eye contact with her, which had never been an issue before. It made sense since their lives in Nashville weren’t a tenth of exciting (or terrifying, for that matter) as they were here; but now, Layla’s aura swirled around her with a sea of colors - predominantly black, but now that she was close she could distinguish a soft purple and a deep red that flowed around her like almost invisible veins--- and just as she had discovered them, they were quickly washed away by a sudden blue which made Frankie stop her chore, a worried look on her face. “Hey hey hey-- Don’t apologize.” Her hand with the towel dropped to her lap, and her free hand cupped her face like she’d done it so many times. Her tone was soft, trying to stop Layla from shutting herself in. “I’m okay, and I’m here, and that’s all that matters. We have our whole lives to have moments, but right now I just want to make sure you’re okay.” A sad smile tugged the corner of her mouth, and she leaned forward to place a small kiss on her nose, her forehead now against hers. It was easier to ignore her aura that way. “You know you can tell me anything. What happened?”

How did she deserve this woman? She knew Frankie had to have been tired from her shift at Al’s, and here Layla was, sitting on her couch in a daze. She definitely wasn’t the same girl Frankie had known in Nashville. Being on her own, which should have made her tougher in theory, had made her weak. Her eyes focused on something other than her girlfriend, she spoke, “Everything. Leaving home. Leaving you. Coming here. And now, when I start to open up my heart again, everything feels wrong.” She let her eyes shift and focus on Frankie, “I’m so grateful you’re here, but maybe sending you that video was a bad idea. I-I can’t lose you too.” The howl she had heard earlier had felt like a warning of death. It echoed in her brain, and she couldn’t shake the feeling of it. “Is it okay if I go lay down? I’m just tired, and I think once I sleep, things will be better.”

“Don’t say that. Opening up is hard and especially now that it’s… hard to know who to trust.” Frankie’s tone was soft as she cupped her face, her brows slightly furrowed. The deep blue around Layla pushed her to ask more - She needed to press further and know what was bothering her, otherwise her aura wouldn’t go back to its usual color. But she couldn’t. So, distracting her it was. “I’m not going anywhere, and you’re sure as hell not going anywhere either, because now that I know that you wolves are a thing, I can track you down even more easily.” Her lower lip was softly pressed between her teeth, a few seconds passing before she nodded in defeat, moving away from the red-haired girl. She felt useless, and even a little frustrated, but if Layla needed space to clear her head, that’s what she was getting. “Yes, sure, you don’t need to ask. I’ll just... eat something and take a shower before I join you in bed, yeah?” 

She cherished every moment spent with Frankie, even if it didn’t seem like it. The way her hands felt on Layla’s face. The way she spoke to her with a gentle tone. Everything she took in praying she would never lose it again, “You’ve got a point. Those wolves do have pretty good noses.” She tried to offer up a sense of humor and a light smile, but, she just wanted to lay down and sleep all her problems away. She could tell Frankie was frustrated though, and she wanted to be a better girlfriend. The girl that Frankie had come to know over the years, but it was hard, at least at that very moment. Gently grabbing her arms, she pulled Frankie’s hands down and laid a soft kiss on her lips, before giving them a small squeeze and getting up from the couch. Going to the girl’s room, she shut the door and found her place in the darkest, tiniest corner and snuggled up pulling the hood up over her head settling in.

Silently, Frankie watched Layla leave the room, letting out a shaky sigh once she heard go down the hallway. Realistically speaking, there was nothing she could do if Layla herself had no idea what was happening, so maybe a night cuddled up together was the best way to comfort her girlfriend. Several minutes passed, if not a whole hour, and the teen hadn’t moved from her seat, not really in the mood to do all the things she had told Layla she’d do. The least thing she felt right now was appetite, and a fresh shower could wait til the morning. Eventually, Frankie reluctantly stood up, not before wiping her hands on her face, mostly to clear her mind off things, and turned off the lights of the living room. She dragged her feet towards her room, but instead walked past it, standing outside Graham’s room. One of the things she had learned the bad way was that vampires didn’t sleep, and that they had supernatural hearing, so she didn’t need to open the door to talk when she didn’t want to. “Please wake me up if you hear anything weird.” The thought of Layla suddenly leaving during the night terrified her, and even though she had joked about now being easier to find her, she couldn’t put herself through that heartbreak again. Without waiting for a reply, Frankie walked back to her room, stopping on her tracks when she saw the other girl sitting on the floor. Tears flooded her eyes as she approached, kneeling to her side. “Babe.” Her voice was soft, and she didn’t touch her to not scare her awake. “Babe. Come lay on the bed with me.”

Layla had finally fallen asleep. It had taken a while, but her body, exhausted emotionally and physically, allowed her some relief. Her dreams hadn’t been pleasant though, taking her on a journey through her mind, leaving her flinching and kicking like a dog in its sleep. It was the smell, followed by Frankie’s voice and touch that woke her up, “Huh?” Looking around, she saw the women kneeling next to her. With heavy eyes and grogginess plaguing her body, she slowly moved to the bed and climbed into it. The floor had been her safe place for so long, but with Frankie by her side again, she was hoping sleep would come easy, if she wasn’t kicking or moaning like she often did. 

Frankie helped Layla climb on the bed, not bothering to put on pajamas before she snuggled behind her, an arm under her head and the other wrapped around her waist, playing big spoon like she’d had so many times in the past. The heat radiating from her girlfriend was new and made her decide against covering themselves with a blanket. She hoped this would be enough to, at least, make Layla forget about everything for as long as she slept. The uncomfortable fabric of her jeans could wait, and without noticing when, surrounded by the smell of Layla’s hair against her face, Frankie dozed off.

[reddie-fangirl24]

When Love Saves a Life (A Reddie Fanfiction)

NOTE: This is a request from @criminaltoziers. Richie and Eddie get into a big fight. I based it off on that fic where the Losers go on a camping trip together, and Richie avoids everyone because he is having nightmares. I also wrote in a requested line from @arabellaturner3. I hope you guys enjoy this! It was so fun to write! Please, keep sending requests. It gets boring in quarantine sometimes.

Donate to my ko-fi!

“I sweat to God, Richie! If this whole thing is leading to a joke about my mom, I’m going to...”

The Losers didn’t want to listen to this argument anymore sitting outside of the RV. Mike was trying to fix the flat tire. In all truth, none of them were mechanics making it a tough process. What was worse was that they were parked in an area not even close to civilization. They were near a forest, with dark trees looming over them like that scary scene from Snow White where the princess runs through the forest. 

This was supposed to be a fun trip. For most of their excursion, Richie was acting closed off, snapping at anybody when he was just asked a simple question. For most of the way, Richie drove. Obviously, something was wrong when he nearly nodded off, driving them off the road less than an hour ago. 

Just then, the door to the RV opened, and Richie stomped out. “Let’s just end this!”

“Oh, of course!” Eddie was right behind him, slamming the door to the vehicle roughly. The sound rattled Beverly. 

Richie snapped his head back like an owl. The bags under his eyes were prominent. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing. It’s nothing! Nothing!” Eddie slapped his arms against his side. This argument had been going on for a whole hour now.

“Tell me! I’m such a rock because I can’t feel? Might as well hit me with one!” Richie challenged him.

“Who has the time?” Eddie retorted right into his face.

Oh, no, this wasn’t turning out good. Mike stood up, hoping there was some way he could stop this argument. Since they all lived in different states it was hard to get together. All Mike wanted to do was to get his friends together for a real reunion to make up for the last. 

“What do you mean? Tell me, Eddie!” Richie took a charging step towards his boyfriend, huffing like a bull. He was so sleep deprived that he could have qualified for one. 

Eddie shook his head, staring down Richie. “You never make time, that’s what, you asshole! It would be way easier to be with a guy who could be open about his feelings, instead of being away on so many trips!”

“Wow, and this is coming from the guy who was a loveless marriage to his mother for fifteen years!”

Wrong thing to say. Ben put a comforting arm around Beverly. Shouting triggered her.

Eddie’s mouth hung open, trembling. “That’s it...”

“That’s it for what?”

“We’re done.”

Feeling their heart skip a beat, Bill was shocked, as Beverly gasped, clapping her hands over her mouth. No, this was not happening.

Richie was still trying to process the horrible words that Eddie just said. Night after night he was plagued with nightmares. Nightmares about Eddie dying, being taken away from him, or Eddie leaving telling him that the relationship was not worth it. These nightmares were the reason why Richie had been giving everyone a hard time because he was having trouble coping, trying to hide it.

Finally, waking up from his thoughts, Mike was talking to Eddie who looked as if he were going to pass out. Normally, Richie was at his side in a second, helping him breathe, but he didn’t.

You don’t have the time. 

Eddie ran off, disappearing into the forest, breaking into tears. 

“No, Eddie, wait!” Mike called after him. “We don’t know what’s in that forest! It could be dangerous!”

Beverly got up. “I’ll get him!”

“Be careful!” Ben called after her.

The forest was creepy. Every moment Beverly turned back just to make sure that she was not going in the wrong direction. She should have brought along bread crumbs. Just then she realized that this was the first time she had been along after a long period of time. Beverly recoiled from the trees that stood tall like giants. Now was not the time to get scared. After all, she battled and won against an alien-clown. Twice.

Following the cries, Beverly found Eddie sitting on a rock, covering his face with his hands. Her heartbreaking at such a horrible image, Beverly immediately pulled her friend into a hug, letting the man cry into her shirt. 

“Oh, Eds, you didn’t really mean that, did you?” Beverly asked him, rubbing a gentle hand along his shaking back.

Eddie held her tightly, sniffling. “I-I don’t even know where that came from! He won’t tell me what’s wrong! Are Richie and I even meant to be together?”

“Yes,” Beverly said to him, nodded.

Eddie parted from the hug, taking a deep breath. “I just wish Richie would tell me what’s going on. He won’t sleep! Am I doing something wrong?”

“Breaking up with him is not what you should do. Talking to him will make Richie open up about what is bothering him,” Beverly told him, keeping a hand around his shoulder.

Eddie started to cry again, ashamed. Break up? How could he ever say an awful thing? It hurt. Richie was the best thing that could ever happen to him. Yes, he wasn’t around a lot, but he was a comedian, what could Eddie expect? The more he thought about his accusation, it was so untrue. Richie was always there, 24/7 in the beginning when he was injured.

“I love him, Beverly,” Eddie admitted, his voice breaking from the tears. “He’s so annoying, but he’s always there for me.”

“Didn’t you tell me that it was annoying?” Beverly smirked. 

Eddie snickered. Beverly’s smiles always worked. “That’s the best part about him.”

“Have you two ever thought about going to a therapist? I think you should talk to someone about how you are feeling. Ben and I have. It helps, really!”

Closing his eyes, Eddie took another deep breath trying to slow down his already rapid breathing. All that time where Eddie demanded that Richie sees a therapist, he should have been seeing one himself. His mother despised therapists, lying to him saying that therapists would only make him worse. How ironic, seeing how she messed him up.

Beverly got his attention, wrapping a comforting arm around Eddie’s shoulder. “Don’t do this to you and Richie, Eddie. Please, go talk to him. He needs you now more than ever.”

Eddie stood up quickly and took a few steps. “You’re right. I have to- WHOA!”

“Eddie!” Beverly cried out in a panic when the lower half of Eddie’s body disappeared in a murky substance. 

Great! Just great! To make this day worse, Eddie had to fall into a pit mud. Filthy mud. Deep mud. Moving to get out, Eddie panicked, sinking a little to his knees. “What the fuck?”

“Do you want me to help-”

“No, Beverly, stay back!” Eddie alerted raising his hand out, stopping her. “It’s quicksand!”

Beverly’s blood ran cold. “Shit! I have to do something! Uh- here, grab this stick!” The branch wasn’t long enough for Eddie to grab onto. Unfortunately the more he moved only caused him to sink further. He sank a little over his thighs, near his hips. Starting to freak out over what germs, parasites, and other miniscule deadly things invaded in this mire, Eddie had to control his panic attack.

Nearly falling into the swamp herself, Beverly barely got her foot out before looking at Eddie helplessly with tears rolling down her cheeks. Eddie remained still. That didn’t help. He still sank no matter what.

“Beverly,” Eddie’s voice squeaked like a child. It was an awful feeling when a bog of cold mud was pressing against your legs. “You need to go back to camp and get everyone else to help.”

“What? No! I can’t leave you!” Tears sprang into Beverly’s eyes. She felt like a helpless little child again.

“You can bring a rope. Please, I know you can do this.” Eddie himself did not want to be left alone in this bog which was already past his thighs. It was the only way possible.

“Okay, okay…” Beverly reluctantly agreed. 

“Hurry, please?” Eddie pleaded with clear fright in his voice. A bead of sweat slipped off his face falling into the mud and dissolving.

“I’ll be back soon, Eddie! I promise!”

---

“Richie, he didn’t mean that!” Bill told Richie was who fuming. Mike restrained Richie. To release his anger, Richie punched at the RV. These dents weren’t going to look good when they brought it back to the rental. 

Finally, Richie screamed out in pain. Waiting, Richie felt to his knees, covering his arms over his face. Waiting a few minutes, Richie spoke. “No, he’s right.”

“What do you mean he’s right?” Ben asked.

Richie shook his aching head. “I haven’t been there. I’ve just been avoiding him because I’m so fuckin’ afraid to talk about my feelings!”

Mike put a hand on his back in comfort, noting how tense he was. “Richie, I’m sure Edde did not mean that.”

“He’s just trying to help you,” Bill told him.

“I haven’t been there for him,” Richie was so tired that his mind could barely comprehend what his friends were saying to him. All he wanted to have was a good night’s sleep. Eddie had been doing everything to help him, but all he was doing was making their relationship worse. 

He looked up at his friends, seeing how worried they looked. How could he make them worry? And Eddie was off somewhere in the woods crying. 

Ben looked into his eyes. “Just talk to him, Rich. Everything will be...”

“RICHIE!” Beverly flew out of the forest in a panic. She almost tripped herself up on a tree root. 

Richie stood up when he saw her panic-stricken face. “What is it?!”

“Eddie! Eddie… h-he…” Beverly was so out of breath that she couldn’t form words. Ben walked up to her, hugging her tight, rubbing her back.

“What happened? Where’s Eddie? Is he hurt?” Richie asked practically shaking the woman out of her skin. He stopped immediately, knowing that Beverly did not like that. 

“Quicksand! Eddie is trapped in quicksand!”

In a flash, Richie ran off into the woods. Ignoring warnings from the Losers, they followed him.

I’m coming, Eds. I’m coming!

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Reaching his arm out to try to grab a stick that was sticking right out of the ground near the bog, it only broke the moment Eddie put weight on it.

Eddie sank past his hips. The quicksand was pulling him deeper into its grip. His heart continued to pound as he did everything to stay completely still. How did staying still help anything? You still sank. The mud slowly creeping up your body. Microscopic germs were probably crawling along his legs or into his pants for that matter.

Come on, Eds, you can do this, Stay calm!

Eddie sank well over his hips now, unable to move. Gross, this was one of his favorite shirts! Even breathing, he could still feel himself sinking. Remember Richie said. Your mind is stronger.

Did Richie even want to save him? Especially after breaking up with him. Was that really official? No, that was something he said out of anger. People never meant half of the things they said when they were angry. 

Whimpering, Eddie made the smallest move just to look down the pathway. This one little movement caused him to sink to his chest in just a second. Yelping, Eddie flung his arms about, panicking, his breathing going frantic. 

Richie, where was Richie? That morning they were cuddling as he brushed his curly black hair, they were happy. All he wanted him to do go to sleep which turned around in ar argument with Richie only trying to make Eddie smile with his usual humor. 

Eddie shivered. The mud was cold the lower he sank. There was nothing holding him up below. It was becoming tougher to breathe with the thick muck pushing against his chest slowly pulling him in further. His shirt was getting filthy. Oh, that was the least of his worries!

Why would he ruin the best thing that ever happened to him?

Closing his eyes, Eddie waited for the end, sinking further.

“Eddie!” Richie screamed, screeching to a halt in the dirt, nearly falling into the mire.

Shivering from fear, and from how cold the mud was the deeper he sank, Eddie kept his arms lifted above his head like the time when they were wading through the sewer water. Eddie just sank over his chest making his arms hit the cold gooey surface. 

“Richie...” Eddie whimpered, afraid to speak. Tears leaked out of his eyes.

“It’s okay, we’re going to get you out of there, Eds. Just breathe,” Richie told him gently. He turned to the Losers searching for a plan. Mike put his foot down very close to the edge of the bog only to sink it.

Without wasting any more time, Richie ordered the Losers to hold his legs, and he crawled on his stomach into the pit like a crocodile. Because he was laying flat, he didn’t sink. It smelled though. Now, he was closer to Eddie, only a foot apart.

“Eddie, grab my hands!” Richie told him, stretching his arms out to him.

Feeling his arms slowly getting pulled under, Eddie gasped, now that his neck was the only part of his body that was out of the mud. “I can’t...”

“You can! Eds, you can do anything! You’re so brave! I’m here right now, and I am not leaving. Sorry to face facts, but you’re stuck with me!” Richie smiled at him. “You can do it!”

Slowly, Eddie reached out and took Richie’s hands. The other Losers pulled Richie back until they were both safe on the hard surface.

“Are you okay?” Richie asked Eddie who was hysterically breathing. Richie helped him sit up, put his hoodie around Eddie’s shaking body. He kept his distance for a bit letting Eddie regain his composure. He just wanted to hug him. The other Losers kneeled down at a close distance themselves. 

“Breathe, breathe, it’s okay,” Richie comforted the man, resting his hand on his cheek as Eddie coughed, half choking on air. Richie shooshed him, brushing his hair lightly. That always helped Eddie calm down. Once Eddie looked calmer, his breathing slowed down, Richie held his cold hands trying to warm them.

“Say something. Anything! Even if you just call me an asshole just say something,” Richie begged of him. This helped after one of them had a nightmare.

Eddie took a breath, looking into Richie’s eyes. “I’m okay.” He kept taking deep breaths.

Finally letting the tears spill out, Richie broke out into tears, holding his boyfriend close. He didn’t care that he was covered in mud. “Jesus, you’re okay! Fuck, why did I make you run off? I almost lost you once, damn it! You don’t deserve me...”

“Richie, you’re here,” Eddie smiled at him, putting his hand on his shoulder.

Richie met his eyes. “That’s right. I’m here,” Richie told him, putting their foreheads together. “I’m here, and I will never leave.”

“I love you, even though you’re an asshole,” Eddie giggled, hugging him tightly.

“Same. Except you stink.”

“Can we take a shower?”

“I’m down for that. Then I’ll sleep.

“Good.”

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Don’t call her Annie.

Characters: Jim Hopper x Reader (OFC)

Word Count: 2100+

Summary:  Annette Horowitz is Joyce's younger sister. She hasn't been the perfect sibling or aunt but after she finds out Will is missing, she finds herself crashing back into Hawkins to do everything in her power to help, driven by a need to prove herself. She hasn't been around much in the past 20 or so years, but when she comes back home she finds old friends, old habits and old feelings she'd thought she'd finally escaped. Can she really change or is she just kidding herself?

A/N: You guys said you wanted it, here is the introduction.

Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

Warnings: Angst. Language. Fighting.

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The tires of your bike spray out gravel and you slam on your breaks in the driveway. This marked the end of your mad dash to get back to your sister after she'd told you your nephew was missing. You'd packed up and driven across the country that same day, this wasn't the first time you'd done this. It was the first time you'd had a real excuse to do it though. There was a car you didn't recognize in the driveway, you glare at it as you take off your helmet, unzipping your leather jacket and bounding towards the front door, your boots banging against the old wood porch. It always felt strange coming back here. You could hear loud voices fighting inside from the hole that was in the wall of the house, you had too many questions already. You try the doorknob and it's locked. Ruining your momentum you stand still and knock on the door.

"Get out of my house!!" you hear Joyce scream. You bang on the door, hard.

"Joy? You okay?" you beat the door continuously until it's opened. You look into the eyes of Lonnie. There was no one you hated as much as Lonnie. You doubted there ever would be.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" you spit at him, shoving him hard out of the way and making your way to Joyce who was shaking in anger, her fists at her sides, breathing fast.

"I could ask you the same thing, Annie." he answers with venom. Before you wrap your arms around Joyce, who was beginning to tear up in anger, you stomp back towards Lonnie, backing him against the front door your finger pressing into his chest.

"You don't get to fucking call me that you piece of shit." you shove him and head back to Joyce. "I heard what she said, why don't you get the hell out of here?" you say as you don't look his way, you wrap your arms around your sister as tightly as you could.

She was the older of the two of you, but she hadn't been the "big" sister since you were around 12-years-old. After puberty hit you like an 18 wheeler, you'd grown up and out much more than her tiny frame had. You became almost comedically opposite in appearance. You were 5'8" to her 5'2". You'd elected to color your hair blonde. Too many curves came in too fast for your heart and brain to both simultaneously understand what to do with your new body and feelings fueled by raging hormones, so you found yourself in trouble much more often than she ever had. You'd learned later in life she was just better at not getting caught than you were. You were taller and sturdier, not naturally sweet or as polite as she was. The inherited genes you had both received were the big brown eyes of your mothers and that urge of protecting what was yours. At this moment you were particularly glad she was smaller than you, as you felt you could completely envelop her in your arms, trying to convey your emotions that you knew you were shit at expressing.

"I guess you haven't heard that he's dead." Lonnie says, still against the door. Joyce lets out an ugly sob, shaking her head. You squeeze her, pressing your face into the top of her head.

"I'm so sorry Joy." you whisper to her, while shooting daggers at Lonnie with your eyes.

"Use some god damn tact you neanderthal." your voice low, giving him a warning.

"You missed the funeral." your gut twisted at his words, you'd got here as fast as you could, you knew that.

"Be right back, Joy." you whisper in her ear as you let her go. "Maybe she won't throw your ass out of this house but I will, Lonnie." you shout at him, making your way back to him. "I don't care why she wants you gone. You should've never been here in the first place. You don't give a shit about them, get out." You hiss at him, your stance wide and ready to attack.

"Look, you haven't been here, you don't know-" he throws his hands up to speak and you knock them down, hard.

"YOU haven't been here for YEARS!" you scream, your arms in the air. "You don't get to say that you scum. Even when you were here, they were better off without you. I've hated you from the moment I laid eyes on you. I've been right about you since the start...you're a parasite." you see a duffle bag on the chair in the living room, assuming it's his. You pick it up and shove it into his arms. "I'm giving you one last chance, for her sake, to not beat the shit out of you and very literally throw you out of this house." you spew at him, pushing up on him, he wasn't that much bigger than you, but more importantly you weren't afraid of him.

"You're real cute, Annie, thinking you could-" You throw an uppercut under his ribs before he finishes his sentence, knocking the breath out of him.

"I'm not afraid of cowardly little boys who think they can hit women and children," you whisper, grabbing him by the hair. "Do I have to bash your skull in to make my point or are you gonna leave now?" you spit on him, shoving his head forcefully into the wall.

"Ann." you hear Joyce's soft voice pulling you away from maiming Lonnie.

"You need to leave." you say, slowly walking backward, away from him. You stand next to Joyce and he throws the bag over his shoulder.

"You deserve each other, your entire family has always been fuckin' crazy!" he shouts, retreating and opening the door. He mumbles under his breath as you move towards him again, he scurries out of the front door, you slam it shut behind him.

You rest your back against it and for the first time you look around the room you're in. There are holes in the walls, strings of lights, the alphabet is written on the wall, your expression must give away your confusion.

"I've got a lot to tell you, Ann." Joyce says, making her way towards you and placing her hand on your shoulder. "We should sit down." her face scrunches up in an unsure expression. You sit at the kitchen table, and she tells you everything.

You believe her because she's never lied to you before. You see and feel that she's being sincere and your heart breaks at everything she's had to endure without you here. Believing her was the absolute least thing you could do for her to attempt to even begin to make up for all your shortcomings. You feel so guilty for always falling short and running away when they started getting used to having you around again. But you'd never been good at dealing with your feelings. Especially when it came to feeling like you were falling into a domesticated lifestyle you'd find pictured on the cover of a magazine marketed to middle-aged women. Although it wouldn't be too long until you would be considered middle-aged, you'd always found the thought of a white picket fence as an analogy for being trapped in a cage.

You tell her you believe her, because you always have and you always will. This seems like what she needed, as her eyes weep and her mouth trembles, you hold her, letting her sob and mumble incoherently as her grief and exhaustion hit her in waves. "Everyone else thinks I'm crazy." she squeaks out.

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You wake up from a nap, having showered and throwing your things into Joyce's room beforehand. You hear a man's voice in the other room, you crack open the bedroom door and listen. Once the voice is no longer filtered, you recognize it.

"Today?" he asks. Your body slumps at the realization. You can only hear him, you assume he's talking to Joyce.

"Jim." you whisper quietly, your eyes closing and you let out a heavy sigh.

"A motorcycle, huh?" he scoffs. Your eyebrow raises at you decide you'll continue to eavesdrop for now.

"I get that, but isn't it a bit...much?" he lets out a low chuckle. You roll your eyes and frown. What a square. Having a bike made much more sense to you than having a car did. You shrug off the comment.

"Sure, she always has been dramatic but," there a long pause in his words. "Maybe you're right. When I see her I'll let you know." you can hear the smirk in his voice.

You were always envious of the way he spoke to Joyce when you were younger. This brought back memories of hearing him sweet talk her when they didn't think they were paying attention. His tone just made your skin prickle up, you shake your body and arms once you shut the door silently. You go and sit on the bed, looking at the floor. You knew he'd been helping Joyce, you knew he'd been the Chief for a few years now, but you hadn't expected to see him so soon after getting back. You also hadn't expected how involved he was in this mess that found itself falling around your family. But here you were again, the childish feeling of being a third wheel to the two of them. You push back the feeling, rolling your eyes at yourself. Being home again always stirred up strange feelings you thought you'd forgotten. You pull on a pair of leggings, grabbing one of Jonathon's zip-up sweatshirts that Joyce had given you to wear. You had on one of your tank tops, the only other clothing item of your own available to you since Joyce had insisted on washing all your clothes. You put her house shoes on, they surprisingly weren't that small on you. You stood and stretched, ran a brush through your hair. You're slipping on the hoodie as you round the doorway into the kitchen.

He hadn't gotten a good look at you since you were 16, and now at 35, it took some work to see the wild little sister of his ex-girlfriend he once knew. You swang your hips out as you rounded the corner, all big blonde hair and thighs. He felt embarrassed for immediately noticing your body. He cracks a smile despite his disappointment in himself, and despite the angst you wore on your face.

"Annette Horowitz," he states slowly as you grab one of the beers you assume Lonnie had left in the fridge and sit at the table across from the hulking figure. He wore a grin on his face, the smoke from his cowboy cigarettes framing his face. "Last time I saw you, you ran away from me in a grocery store." he smirks, taking another drag. Joyce does her funny little silent laugh, scrunching her nose and looking at you. You hadn't told her about running into him a few years ago when you were home for Thanksgiving.

"Two Thanksgivings ago." you say in a sidebar to Joyce. She nods and continues smoking. "I didn't know if you recognized me," you lie, meeting his gaze. "It had been 20 years since we'd seen each other." Jim slides his cigarettes over towards you, you take one with a nod.

"Of course I did." he blows smoke out of the side of his mouth.

"Hop's got something you're going to want to hear." Joyce cuts in, gathering up the papers thrown all over the table. 

You'd noticed the papers but hadn't gotten past how Jim was looking at you to ask. So you sit like it's 20 something years ago and you're being babysat by the two of them, they're explaining their theories and you try to take it in. You'd heard plenty of questionable stories about the government over the years with the company you'd kept while traveling with hippies and activists to protest the Vietnam War. But being actually faced with it was something totally new. You'd knocked back at least 3 of Jim's cigarettes by the time they're finished with their story. You find yourself involved in the biggest cover-up in Hawkins history.

Chapter 2

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[survivingthejungle]

in honor of this recent dope ass eclipse here’s a couple words for my favorite vampire biker gang.

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It was common knowledge amongst the residents of Santa Carla, California that being alone at nighttime was particularly hazardous to one’s life. When the sun went down, bad things happened. But what those residents didn’t know was that bad things were bound to happen whenever the moon and her friends came out to play.

All those residents, of course, except for the local witches. Granted there were only two- you and your mother- but two was enought for one town. Especially one that had enough supernatural activity to begin with.

Those rebellious teenage motorcycle fanatics, who seemed like they could pose a much bigger threat than breaking in windows and stealing snacks from the local 7/11 if you stared at them long enough. The very few who knew, or at least had an idea of what they were, kept their mouths shut, if only to protect their own wellbeing. What they were. Those half human, half parasite hybrids who preserved themselves by taking the lives of others, those supernatural, otherworldly beings who only came out in the dark. Those vampires.

What the residents of Santa Carla were unaware of was that, contrary to popular belief, could go outside into the sunlight without bursting into flames, never to be seen again. No, unbeknownst to most, these beings would forever be able to go outside, regardless of whether the sun was out or not, so long as the moon could block it. For just a few short hours, so long as some part of the sun was obscured by the moon, vampires were free to roam about wherever they liked. The moon, after all, is where they got their power from.

Little did these vampires know, however, that witches’ power comes from the moon as well. And with this eclipse coinciding with your 17th birthday, you’d finally receive your supernatural powers to help you keep their threat at bay. All your life you’d been successful doing herbal magic, natural magic; the kind that you could sustain through real, tangible, physical objects. On every witch’s 17th birthday, however, she received her supernatural powers as well. Getting them on an eclipse granted something extra special for her, however. When her power comes from the moon and the sun overlapping, she- you- not only has control of her elements during the daytime and night time, but also reigns superior over any other supernatural in her realm. Those vampires were in your realm. Whether they knew it or not, you were officially in charge of them.

For you, this meant that you had the ability to control them- you could freeze them in midair for all you wanted, you were basically telekinetic. That didn’t really matter to you, though. All you cared about today was making sure you did everything within your power to stop anyone from being exsanguinated by the rebellious undead.

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The slightest shadow fell over Santa Carla when the lost boys opened their eyes and left their subterranean pile of ruins.

“Damn,” Paul said, smiling, “Been a while since any of us got some sun. This what two P.M. looks like around here?”

A car, your car, pulled to a stop overlooking Hudson’s Bluff. You planned on getting out as soon as you parked, but you were a little too busy dancing to Maroon 5, so you waited until the song finished before you actually got out of your car. The vamps were relaxing by their bikes, staring at you, slightly dumbstruck and at a loss for words. Your 5'6 self walked straight up to them, lanyard hanging on your neck, sunglasses colorful and reflective. “Listen. Here’s the deal,” you started. Why waste any time with politeness dealing with serial killers? “I know what you are. And you know what you are. Let’s not pretend to be clueless, ‘kay?”

David was at a loss for words, but wouldn’t reflect that in his facial expressions or the way he carried himself to stand toe to toe with you, staring down at you menacingly. Or at least trying to. You weren’t scared of him, you had no reason to be, you were in charge of him! “And just what,” he smirked condescendingly, “exactly, are we, kiddo?”

“Give it a rest, David. You and I, and Paul, and Marko, and Dwayne, know what you all are. But let’s cut to the chase.” You sidestepped him, giving him a moment to let the shock register on his face before he turned to you again. “You no longer have the freedom to run around completely unsupervised killing anybody you feel like. I’m assuming you have yet to realize I’m a witch?”

Paul, of course, was having a field day with this. He didn’t like your vibe at first, but you were cute, and assertive. And you got David to lose his cool within the first 2 minutes of meeting him. That deserved a certain amount of respect, in his book. He wanted to play along. “And what does that mean, little miss?” he asked you.

“It means, and I’m sure David remembers this, that as a witch who’s seventeenth birthday is during a total solar eclipse, in the simplest of terms; I’m officially in charge of you punks. What I say goes. and I say no more killing. There are plenty of other ways to survive.”

“And what are you gonna do if we don’t listen to you?” Dwaye tried. “We get enough babysitting from Max as it is.”

“Maybe I didn’t clarify this, but… I said I was in charge of you. I meant all of you. Like… All the vampires around here. All five of you.” They circled you now, like a flock of vultures.

“What if do we keep feeding on people?” Marko asked you, twirling a strand of your hair in his hand. It was relaxing as hell, and a damn good distraction technique.

“Try me and find out, prettyboy.” You broke the circle and headed back to your car.

As you walked away, David called out, “We gonna be seein’ you around much?”

“Don’t have much of a choice! It’s my JOB to ‘be seein’ you around’ now!”

“Why aren’t we goin’ for her?” Dwayne asked, “She knows too much!”

“Relax, she’s not gonna do anything. Witches hate blowing their cover.”

“I like her,” Paul shrugged.

David rolled his eyes. “Keep it in your pants.”

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“Tadpoles? You in?” You called into the boarkwalk comic shop. The Frogs were notorious for preaching fire-and-brimstone in regards to the undead, and if you wanted to maintain any sort of peace between the magical, undead, and mortal, you’d have to talk it out with them. You headed to the back, and found the two brothers alongside some blonde kid.

“Hey, beat it, lady,” The one wearing a ridiculous red bandana around his head told you, once he turned around and realized someone was standing there. You figured that one was Edgar. “We’re closed,”

You scoffed. “Ha. Listen, I don’t know what you’re up to right now, but if it involves messing with the vamps who live down in that cave, you better cancel your plans. They’re not gonna be a problem anymore.”

“How do you know about vampires, girl?” the taller, tanner one asked. Had to be Alan.

Rather than respond to his borderline sexist attitude, you just flicked your wrist and made a shelf full of comic books fall to the floor while maintaining eye contact. “It’s kind of my job, punk. I’m serious. If you start some unnecessary beef with my guys, we aren’t gonna get along to well. You mind you business, we mind ours. Deal?” You held your hand out.

The blonde one spoke up. You hadn’t heard of him yet. “Well uh… I don’t think that’s gonna work out too well. See, these vampire dudes, they kinda turned my brother and his girlfriend into halves, and, well… the only way to turn them back is to kill them. So… We kinda have to kill them.”

You immediately cracked up. “'The only way?’ Kid, really? Who told you the only way to turn back a half is to kill some vampires?”

“Not just any vampire. The HEAD vampire,” said Edgar.“

“Honey… No. You are so, unbelievably, misinformed. There are plenty of ways to turn back a half. Good thing you found an ACTUAL professional before you did something you’d regret. Where’s your brother and his girlfriend right now?”

“Uhhh… back at my house, why?”

“Come on. Let’s go pick ‘em up and we can get this whole deal sorted out right now.”

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Back at your home, the Frogs, the blonde one, Sam, his brother, Michael, and Michael’s girlfriend, Star, all sat in a circle at the table in your greenhouse. It took about 20 minutes, but you finally finished mixing a concoction of herbs, liquids, and spells before pouring two glasses and placing them in front of the halves. “Drink up. It’ll be easier if you close your eyes and hold your breath.”

Michael grimaced. “Are you sure this will work?”

“Tell me if you can still fly and grow fangs afterwards, let’s find out.”

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“Hey David, we aren’t, uh, actually lettin’ that girl tell is what to do, are we?” Marko asked.

“'Course not. Four of us against one little witch? She wouldn’t stand a chance,” he responded smugly.

“I sure hope you’re not talking about me!” You spoke up from behind the 4 of them. Paul immediately smiled upon seeing you; he thought you were just a trip. If they were all being honest with themselves, they all liked you to some extent. Dwayne admired your dedication to protecting others, David liked how you weren’t afraid to speak up to them, and Marko liked how you just seemed to have a llittle quirk about you. Paul, for the most part, just thought you were pretty, but he also appreciated that you seemed to have a sense of humor and you looked like the kind of girl who would be fun at parties. “I’ve got nothing against you all, really, but I’m being completely deadass when I say that if you start fuckin’ shit up around here, you’re gonna regret it.”

“Chill out, girl!” Paul told you, slinging an arm around your shoulder. “It’s in our nature. Can’t argue with nature.”

“Watch me.” You slipped under his arm to get out of his grasp.

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No more than 5 minutes later, the sun was totally eclipsed by the moon, and onlookers stood staring up on a packed beach, completely oblivious to their surroundings. The boys picked off some passed out drunk and left the scene so quickly, no one noticed they were there in the first place. They hurried back to the cave, not even entertaining the possibility that you knew what was going on or you would try to stop them, but when they found themselves frozen in place, feeling as if they were being crushed under tons and tons of pressure, they were unpleasantly surprised. "What the fuck have I been telling you all day? Seriously, I was hoping we could get along but, if y'all keep doing shit like this, I’ll just get rid of you right now.”

You appeared from around a corner at the entrance of a cave, your arm outstretched towards them, making a claw shape with your hand as to hold them in place. You sent the passed out drunk guy up to the top of the cliff with your other arm. “Jesus, girl, let us go! This don’t feel too nice!” groaned Paul.

You refused. “This is your last warning. Get a blood bag supply or something, go vegetarian, but no more killing people. You’re too grown to be doing childish shit like that. Do we have a deal?”

They agreed, and you finally released them. They rolled their necks and arms, trying to losen up again. David looked absolutely enraged, and his line of sight was focused directly on you. “Don’t ever do that again.”

You shrugged. “Don’t give me a reason to then, buddy.” The moon was beginning to move out of the suns way now, their time was running out. “Alright, I gotta babysit now, but stay outta trouble. I’ll be back around later tonight, I’m outtie! See ya!”

They boys reentered their cave. “I’m gonna kill her,” growled David.

“I’m gonna marry her,” mused Paul.

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I’m way too into this it’s going on wattpad i’ve made up my mind I have so much more i wanna say but i’ve been writing this for days, i’m back in thr flow, i go back to school on tuesday and i’’ve been procrastinating on all my homework but…… at least I wrote for yall

also im gonna go ahead and pretend that time periods don't exist because if i want to write about jammin to maroon 5 during a total solar eclipse in the 80s u can bet ur ass im gonna

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #112

“i’m like a jesus crisis.”

Have you ever kissed someone who was drunk?  He wasn't wasted or anything, but I'm pretty sure he was drunk with how ungodly talkative he was, and was way more expressive of emotions than he naturally was. Do you like going to weddings?  I do again now.  Although I haven't been to one since recovery, I'm sure I'd handle it fine and actually be happy this time.  I need to get more comfortable in that setting since I'd actually really like a big part of my hopeful photography career to be weddings.  Such a big celebration of love is something I adore.  I already just like taking pictures of couples. Who was the last person you know who became pregnant?  BECAME pregnant, uh, I think a person I'm actually doing pictures for in January. Beach, city, or mountains?  M O U N T A I N S.  DAMMIT they're so beautiful. You get a call at 2:00 a.m. - your first thought is:  My instinctive answer to this question is, "is something wrong with Sara?"  I live with my mom and sister, so it wouldn't be them, and it's not like Ashley calls me if there's trouble, she'd call Mom.  Dad would call Ashley.  She's pretty much the only thing that would come to mind if someone called me at 2:00 A.M. Future names of your children:  I'm not having kids, but I'd absolutely name my daughter Alessandra and my son probably Luther, Vincent, or Victor. How much does your mother know about your sex life (or lack thereof)?  She's aware I'm a virgin but have "done things." Are any of your siblings married? What are their spouses’ names?  Nick and very recently Joshua.  I don't know if one's married or anything whatsoever, two are in relationships, idk about my brother. Do you think age matters in relationships?  In romantic relationships, yes. What brand of face wash do you use?  Biore. What’s the last letter of your last name?  S Did your parents give you an allowance as a kid?  No, we couldn't afford to do that. Would you ever consider moving to another country for your career?  No, and that's the reason I'm not pursuing being a meerkat biologist. Do you have any lingerie? Lol no, no one wants to see me in that. What was the shortest amount of time you knew someone before dating them?  A few weeks.  Maybe a little less than a month. What is your favorite app on your phone?  Fuckin' thanks Sara, DragonVale.  I love Pinterest more when I actually go on it, but I don't use it a lot. Which of your pets were you closest to in your lifetime?  The dog I have now, Teddy. Who are you most proud of?  Myself.  I don't mean that in an arrogant way, but seriously.  I don't over-exaggerate what I've been through, but I don't make it sound lesser than what it was, either.  I know I should be proud. When you’re eating pizza do you add anything like crushed peppers, parmesan cheese or hot sauce to it?  No.  Jason got me into adding hot sauce to jalapeno pizza (we wanted death, I know), but I don't do it now.  Loved it, but I think it being slightly less hot was more enjoyable. When was the last time that you plucked your eyebrows?  I've never plucked them; I used to get them waxed, but no longer do.  Don't see the point- they're just going to grow back, and quickly, and I'm not wasting money on that maintenance.  It's not like normal eyebrows are hideous anyway. Do you ever argue or debate with people about your beliefs? I will avoid this at all costs.  I hate it. When’s the last time you had Sunny D? Holy moly, I couldn't tell you.  But it used to sometimes give me heartburn, so I could only fucking imagine drinking it now if I hadn't taken my heartburn medication. Would you turn a family member in if you see them commit murder?  Duh. Would you risk your life to save a total stranger? A total stranger, honestly, no.  I don't know anything about that person.  Could be a piece of shit. Have you ever embarrassed someone intentionally in public? I don't remember ever doing so, and I never could now.  As someone with AvPD, I know how fucking awful embarrassment can be.  Plus it's just rude to try to make someone uncomfortable like that. Are you more likely to believe a man or woman? I'm perfectly aware this is wrong, but a woman.  I'm afraid of and don't trust men. Are you satisfied with the picture on your ID card?  Hell no.  Thank God I look like a totally different person now. What fruit did you last eat?  Hmmm, maybe strawberries? What font do you use most? I prefer Garamond for basic things. Are you allergic to anything? Pollen, big time, and silver. Where is your dad from? Ohio.  ... Or maybe he was born in Michigan but grew up in Ohio.  Idk. Aside from your own, whose house did you last set foot into?  Ashley's co-worker's. What was the first thing you learned how to cook? Scrambled eggs.  And it's still the only thing I know how to cook lmao. What are some wild animals commonly found where you live?  Squirrels and birds are the only things you commonly see.  But you'll see a deer sometimes, too, and more rarely a rabbit.  I think I've seen a fox once in my entire life.  Oh yeah, you'll see possums and raccoons sometimes at night. Does it take a lot to make you cry?  Noooope.  Well, yes to physical pain. What’s the longest hospital stay you’ve had? For what?  Uhhh I think I was there for two weeks.  Mental stuff. Do you know any same-sex married couples?  Hm... I actually don't think I personally do. Have you ever had a best friend who was of the opposite sex?  There was a point where we dated, Jason was like my only real life friend lol, so he was.  Now I call my girlfriend my best friend, but if you don't include s/os, then my current one would be a guy. Skim, 1%, 2% or whole milk?  Eh, probably 2%. Was the last person you kissed physically attractive? Personally, I wasn't physically attracted to him.  But he's definitely not an ugly guy or anything. Do you prefer to say “haha” or “lol?”  I'd say I use them just about the same amount... maybe "lol" more? How many stories does your house have?  One. Were you dreams very vivid as a child? Yes. Do you eat meat?  If you do, what is your justification for it? Yes.  One, the human diet is meant to contain meat.  It's much easier for our bodies to receive the nutrients it needs with meat.  Two, it's part of population control.  Yes, I know, you could argue the exact same for humans, but it's not like a sane person's gonna start eating humans.  Three, it's just the food chain.  Humans are on top of it.  The process of killing an animal for food seems horrible and cruel, I know, and I doubt I personally could do it unless it was a survival situation, but I don't see it as morally wrong. Do you think that time travel is a possibility?  I don't think it's possible, really.  And if it ever happened, you can bet we'd fuck shit up. Do you enjoy night or day better?  I've actually gotten to where I enjoy day.  I strangely have a much higher chance of experiencing anxiety at night, which has kinda turned me away from it.  Plus I have more energy and am generally in a better mood over all in the early day. Have you ever been to a protest? No.  But the more and more passionate I get about gay rights, I'd absolutely partake in a *peaceful* protest regarding that subject now if one was nearby. Worst decision you ever made?  Let a heavily flawed person essentially become God to me. Do you like to hang out with friends one-on-one or in groups? Eh, depends on the mood of those who would be involved, including myself. Bambi or Nemo?  Nemo.  I've actually never seen Bambi, but I love Nemo.  Lil cutie. Do you have any of your exes as friends on Facebook?  Don and Aaron, yeah.  Well wait, Juan too, but I barely even consider him an ex. Has your partner ever accused you of cheating, when you actually didn’t? No. If your hair is long, would you ever think about having it cut short? Or, if it’s short, would you like to grow it long?  I have a short portion on the left and then the rest is shoulder-length.  After seeing myself with a bit of short hair, I'm thinking of getting a purely short haircut eventually.  Built my confidence up when Mom said she thought I'd probably look nice with a short hairstyle after seeing my new haircut.  It'd be something different. What area of science interests you the most?  Genetics. Have you ever been in an inflatable bouncy house? Yeah. Do you think there will be a WWIII?  Yes, eventually.  I don't think humanity's going anywhere too soon, and there's too many militant people. What are things you’re exceptionally good at? Uh.  Going into full-blown panic mode over stupid shit??  That's my specialty. Do you have any good book ideas?  I think a ton of the stories within my friend group's RP would make amazing novels, but I highly doubt any of us will ever actually make books about it. In all honesty, can a person be too nice?  Mixed feelings.  I just don't think some people deserve being nice to, but a part of me says you should treat everyone with kindness regardless, all the while not letting people get away with shit. Is mental abuse really as bad as physical abuse?  Fuck yes it can be.  Some people will take one worse than the other, but both are fucking awful.  Both can ruin someone's life. Zelda Twilight Princess or Ocarina of Time? I have zero interest in Zelda. Do you own a rosary? I'm sure I have one somewhere.  I was raised Roman Catholic, and essentially every Catholic has one. What's the hardest game you've ever played?  Fucking Dark Souls.  I gave it a good effort, but did nooot get that far.  The difficulty honestly drained all the fun out of it.  The hardest game I've ever beaten, uhhh... omg.  Maybe it was just my age/when I played it, but "The Legend of Spyro: The Eternal Night" was so.  Fucking.  Hard.  It literally took me a year or so playing it on-and-off to beat it.  Fantastic game, but my god it was hard.  "Parasite Eve" was also pretty damn hard (mostly thanks to the last boss, jc), but I definitely beat it faster. Would you ever try Fear Factor for one million dollars? Why or why not?  No, wouldn't see the point in wasting the time.  I KNOW I would never get past the second day where you eat some crazy shit.  Nope.  Couldn't do most things they do due to me being a germaphobe, either. If you have a camera, when do you use flash? I never do because I hate the lighting personally, plus the red eyes are just no.  I'd need to learn more about properly using it. What do you call your grandparents? Grammy and Grandpa. What color do you usually paint your nails? I don't paint my nails. Do you look better with red lipstick or black lipstick?  I personally think black.  It fits me better. How many times have you actually been in love?  Once.  I'm not to that point in my current relationship, but I most certainly love her.  There's a difference. How many pills do you take a day?  Five. Have you ever been around someone who was high?  Yeah. Do you want a church wedding?  Definitely not, that's way too traditional for my taste. Have you ever met any celebrities? Lol you don't meet celebrities among my interests in NC.  One day. Have you ever tried archery?  No, but I was interested in it once. Favorite foreign food? Hm.  I'm not sure. Were your ancestors royalty? I only know of Queen Victoria. Does your house have air conditioning throughout, or do you have one that sits in your window? Throughout. Would you ever move to Canada? Sure.  I mean it wouldn't be my first pick for sure, but there's beautiful landscapes, and it at least seems to have way less drama than here. What about Kansas?  Tornado Alley?  Fuck that shit. When you go swimming, do you put your hair up or down?  I keep it down. What do you think is the coolest piercing on someone else?  Ohhh.  This really depends on the person.  Coolest... probably collarbone dermals.  If mine were actually prominent and dermals didn't make me nervous, I'd probably have them.  They're beautiful, but seem super painful.  And risky. Are you attracted to girls?  I've pretty quickly realized I'm more attracted to them than men both physically and emotionally. Growing up what were your favorite cartoon characters?  I loved both Pikachu and Ash. Do you know anyone in a wheelchair?  I don't believe so. If heaven or hell didn’t exist and wasn’t a reward would you still make an effort in being a good person? Duh. Do you want your kids to go to church, synagogue, temple, mosque? Why?  If I had kids, I wouldn't force them to go.  I don't even go. Do you think starting a gofundme is begging or helpful?  It can be either depending on the reason and person's honest intentions. Could you put your dreams on hold to support your bf/gf pursuing theirs? On hold?  Yes. How long should sex last?  It depends on the couple and how they're feeling.  But once one person wants to stop, you stop. Five year plan? Go!  Move out and have a stable job.  Those are the main two things.  Other things will fall into place. Can you be content if you are physically uncomfortable?  I couldn't be. Do you have pictures of your friends, and family in your bedroom? No. How old were you when you went on your first date?  That was like 7th grade, don't know age.  Me, Aaron, and I think two other friends went to a roller rink.  It was enough of a date for middle schoolers lol. Have you ever had surgery, if so for what?  Tubes put in ears when I was 2, pilonidal cyst surgery July this year. Have you ever seen a shark, and if so, were you scared? Never in the wild, just in aquariums.  They never scared me.  Such majestic creatures.  Now if I saw one in the ocean, yeah, I'd be scared. Have you ever gone fishing, or is that totally yucky? Fishing with Dad may just hold my all-time favorite childhood memories.  One of my most cherished memories is this time Dad, Nicole, and I woke up really early to go out on the boat at the nearby river to fish 'til around noon, when activity slows down.  So peaceful and beautiful out there, I'd love to fish there again with him.  I remember it so clearly that I can recall I packed those tiny 3 Musketeers chocolates and Nicole brought Snickers, lol.  Didn't have breakfast since we left so early.  Man... so many good memories related to fishing. Do you enjoy museums, or think they are totally boring? I.  LOVE.  Museums. Do you think illegally downloading things is wrong?  My conscience says yes.  You're stealing.  Yet I still download music.  Oops. Have you and your friend ever liked the same guy/girl?  Not that I know of. Do you tell your best friend everything?  I tell Sara just about every little thing. Ever taken any lessons for anything? Guitar lessons, yeah. Do you call it pop, soda, or fizzy drink?  Soda. Do you like french fries, cheese and gravy mixed together? Uh, that sounds horrid, even without the fact I hate gravy. Do you live in a house, apartment, or what? House. How hot does the temperature get in the summer where you live?  Mid-high 90s, low 100s.  Sometimes high 80s. When was the last time you had a headache? What about stomachache?  Headache, a couple days ago or so.  I get them a lot.  Stomachache, not since I got sick two or so months back. Where is your second home?  Uh.  I guess my dad's? Honestly, could you live without your computer?  Honestly, after being exposed to one for so long, I couldn't live happily, no.  Not unless I just adjusted to not having one after a very, very long time, but I don't even know if that would happen. What is more annoying, people who take forever to reply to texts or when they only say ‘K’? I stg do not reply to me with just "k." Is family the most important thing in your life? If not, what is? My definition of family is different than the traditional.  Just like friends, for me, you pick "real" family.  Say I'm related to an absolute asshole; by actual definition, they'd be family, but to me, nope.  I can put other people above "actual" family, so to answer the question, not necessarily. After taking a shower, do you change in the bathroom or the bedroom?  Bathroom. Are you completely over your last relationship?  There was nothing to get over.  I never got to where I loved him and doubt I ever could.  It was just awkward. Last 3 movies you watched?  "Monster House," "Corpse Bride," and uhhh... pretty sure "Coraline." Do you get stage fright?  Well, when I used to dance, it wasn't that bad since I was with others.  Now, I'm not so sure how I'd be. When was the last time you read a whole book, to the last page exactly?  February. Did you ever actually have a rubber duck? Pretty sure yes. Do you love your computer? MY laptop, yes.  The one I currently have to use, ew. Is there an outdoor movie theater where you live?  No. Have you ever seen your mom or dad drunk?  Both.  Mom claimed she wasn't, but I think she was. Do your parents vote? Mom does, idk about Dad. What’s your favorite thing to eat during a movie? Popcorn. Do you like cherry Pepsi? I like cherry Coke. Would you rather live without your Facebook or Tumblr? Facebook. What Lisa Frank character is your favorite?  Ohhh, the angelic cat. If you inherited a large sum of money what is the first thing you’d buy?  A train ticket. What did you do with your baby teeth when they fell out?  Mom kept them. What is the last thing you took a photograph of?  My snake. <3 Do you have a bookshelf? If so, just one or how many?  It's technically a bookshelf I think, but we store our DVDs there. If you answered yes to the above, are your books ordered in a special way? The DVDs are in alphabetical order. If dinosaurs could be tamed, would you want one as a pet? If they were guaranteed to not attack their owners/be docile and I could care for it appropriately, sure, I'd keep a smaller raptor. What type of souvenir do you usually purchase when on vacation? It's not consistent. If you could choose only one thing from Walmart, what would it be?  Hot fries or Takis, depending on my mood. Would you rather get highlights or dye your whole head?  Dye everything.