#i'm baaaaack!

[alphagravy]

[themarcus404]

📀

[angelnicknelson]

every heartstopper hug -> 2x03: nick and charlie

[bluebelly-sun-serpentine]

September 9th, 2024

A light halo of fog diffusing moonlight, sunset in the southwest

[interstellarneighbourhood]

tunnels cave, visions fade...

[ninsletamain]

I just wanted to put them in a container. No, I won't explain how they got there.

[iksvolforb]

~ "Did I disappoint you?" ~

The Line - Twenty One Pilots

[jungkookverse]

Yoongi's beautiful hands (cr. elleRKIVE)

[shares-a-vest]

@steddielovemonth Day 25: Love is… Asking, “Do you want a blanket?” (Prompt by @thefreakandthehair)

wc: 952 | Rated: T | cw: Hospital setting, mild descriptions of injuries and general hospital stuff, physical pain, one mention of blood

Tags: Post-s4, Fix-It, Eddie Munson Lives, Hospital

'Hospital Blankets'

“Steve? Hey, Steve?”

Steve is pulled out of a restless slumber by Eddie’s stage whispering. A twinge in his back fully rouses him as he remembers exactly where he is – in Hawkins General, bent up like a pretzel on what is quite possibly the world’s hardest chair, wearing nothing but a hospital gown and his underwear. He blinks harshly, his vision blurry as he looks in the direction of the chattering, dark-headed form lying in the bed in front of him.

“Huh?” he grunts, his voice thick with sleep as he becomes very much aware of the overall pain radiating over his whole body.

His throat burns too, even from a single word. He instinctively reaches a hand up to the reddened scar there – already a formed habit – only to scratch himself with his patient wristband.

“Do you want a blanket?” Eddie continues, his weakened voice indicating he is barely conscious, let alone aware of Steve’s discomfort.

Steve arches his back this time but it causes his chewed-up sides to ache, the bandages stiffening and contorting. Their tacky borders pinching at the already tight skin and scar tissue.

He gives up and slumps back in the chair, clutching the armrests for dear life as a twang shoots directly up his spine to his head. He runs a hand through his hair, impossible to keep from flopping in his face considering all he can do is give himself a goddamn sponge bath these days.

He should have just listened to Robin (and more than a few disgruntled nurses) when they begged him to stay in his own room.

But his room feels empty. Big and dark, just like his family home but a little more white and clinical smelling. It gives him nightmares. If he manages to settle enough to sleep that is…

It’s kinda hard when your friends are scattered throughout the bowels of the local hospital, all in varying states of distress meanwhile, outside the world has half caved in.

“Steeeve,” Eddie whines this time as he repeats, “Do you want a blanket?”

He half dry-sobs his query and Steve has no choice but to shimmy upright – thankfully, the slippery cover of his stupid seat helps him up this time.

Blanket… he finally considers and finds himself stifling a shiver.

He didn’t think to bring a blanket with him as he was much too focused on getting out of bed and down the hall to Eddie’s room. A room that is much colder than his own, which the occupant clearly knows.

Eddie’s fist is balled up in his blankets, offering them up as he raises his shaky arm.

“No,” Steve says softly, shaking his head and waving him away.

Eddie needs it more.

With a herculean effort, Steve moves the chair a few inches closer to the bed, hoping it isn’t scraping the floor or tangling up any of the wires and tubes hooked up to beeping machines – god knows where they each begin and end. His sides all but seize up as he sits back down and forces himself to correct his posture.

“But you’re cold,” Eddie frowns, his voice impossibly small.

“I’m fine,” Steve protests.

Eddie’s weak hand punches at his banket in a haphazard swish motion.

“Get into bed with me…” he mumbles, closing his eyes, “Rest with me, sweetheart.”

His head lolls to the side and Steve huffs out a laugh. Eddie is certainly on one hell of a cocktail of meds, mixed with the overall exhaustion that must come from almost dying. Steve can barely keep his own eyes open and he wasn’t anywhere near as close to it.

His heart thuds in his chest as thoughts of Eddie’s almost lifeless body rush back to his sleepy brain.

Dustin’s sobs… Robin scrambling to tear up clothes and sheets from the Upside Down version of the Munson’s trailer to make bandages… Nancy forcing everyone to focus as she devised a game plan, stopping every few moments to shoot down undead bats…

Steve screws his eyes shut and stands, bracing his arms on the sides of the chair before swiftly moving them to the bed for purchase.

At least Eddie’s right side is a little less banged up – but only just enough, Steve thinks as he hikes back the three warm layers of blankets enough to sit himself down on the bed. He swings his legs up next, clenching his jaw as every muscle in his body aches and pains from what transpired however many days ago.

The bed is a tight fit, but Steve doesn’t mind. The mattress is perhaps a fraction more comfortable than the chair, but he soon warms as he settles down and rights the blankets, smoothing them out for good measure and double-checking he hasn’t disturbed Eddie too much.

His body warms almost instantly as he rests his head beside Eddie’s on his pillow, positioned close enough that he can feel frizzed dark curls tickling his cheek. Eddie’s wispier than he expected and smells of the generic hospital soap – but at least the dried and caked-up blood is gone.

“That’s good…” Eddie coos, turning his head to face Steve, those tickling tendrils now replaced with a soft woosh of his breathing.

He can see the scar on Eddie’s cheek now. The bandage patch has been removed, exposing raw stitches today. Steve sighs, relieved by the smallest of steps forward.

Eddie can’t do much more than reach his hand out. And Steve takes it, interlacing their fingers despite the heart monitor clipped onto Eddie’s right index finger.

“Blanket’s... warm…” he mutters, nodding as he feels slumber tugging at him once again.

Eddie hums in agreeance and lightly squeezes his hand.

[thedarkbluevoid]

Stay Out of the House (2022)

[mxmooniper]

FAE BOY SUMMER

[hearts-hunger]

Welcome to the 2024 GVF Fic Writers Halloween Event! Prompts are below the cut, but first, some info about this very spooky affair.

🎃 The rules are simple: pick a prompt from the list below and write a fic about it! The prompts range from particularly Halloween-y to just general autumnal vibes, and you're welcome to riff off any of them in any way you choose. On your post, please note which prompt (or prompts) you picked for your fic!

🎃 This event is open to all GVF writers, whether you're a seasoned vet or a first-time author! If you're a reader, show your love for GVF writers by liking their fics, reblogging them, and commenting (even just in the tags!). All fics for this event will be added to a master list that will be linked in my bio.

🎃 Fics can be written for any and all pairings — x reader, slash, platonic, x oc, multi, whatever you like! It's open to any length (blurbs, one shots, series) and all genres, from vampire sexy to candy sweet to scary movie spooky and everything in between. Please be sure to clearly tag any potential triggers in your fic — we want this event to be accessible and fun for everyone. Please also use a readmore in any fics that are longer than 1k words, just to keep the dash tidy.

🎃 Absolutely no negativity will be tolerated, whether from readers, writers, or onlookers. This is a community-building event, and if you're not here to have fun and be kind, don't be here at all.

🎃 Tag your fics with #gvfhalloweenfics. To make sure I don't miss your fic, please tag me (@hearts-hunger) so I can reblog your fic and add it to the masterlist!

🎃 The deadline is technically October 31, but I'm happy to add fics to the masterlist before or after Halloween if your creative energy is grooving or lagging. You can also write as many fics as you want — the more the merrier!

🎃 Now that I've talked your ear off, let me say one last thing before we get to the prompts: my asks (with anon) and dms are always open for any questions about this event. Please reblog this post to get the word out, and tag any writers you think might be interested! Happy writing, and happy Halloween!

Prompt list:

carnival haunted house

real haunted house

pumpkin patch

apple orchard

scary movie night

campfire ghost stories

baking halloween treats

pumpkin carving

trick or treating

decorating for halloween

costumes

putting on halloween makeup

spooky first date

halloween bar crawl

ghost hunting

monster/witch/ghost au

county fair

halloween party

exploring a graveyard

adopting a black cat

playing with a ouija board

dark magic

a walk through the woods

cosy coffee date

camping trip

hay ride

local oktoberfest

cabin vacation

halloween/autumn wedding

starting a new halloween tradition

a fic based on a halloween song

[dreamlifebunny]

kill yourself

This is so funny to me because I had my anons off for several months due to personal life issues and needing to catch up on other asks, then today I thought "You know what, I'm gonna open them up and start answering questions again!" and THIS was the first message I received without even announcing my asks were open lmaoo 😭😭😭

Anon I am happy to talk about why you sent this over DMs if you'd like! I'm sorry you're feeling hurt, let me know if you want to talk more about this privately. I don't know what I did to upset you but sending d3ath threats is not the way to get someone to change their behaviour. It's also a criminal offence to encourage someone to hurt themselves; please keep this in mind and consider not doing this in the future.

[gellertalbus]

"They're still with me"

[franken2tein]

[c0nfused-c0ffin]

My Muse (Yan!Artist Headcannons) Pt.1

CW: The beginnings of a stalker

Art is something magnificent. No two beings can view the same piece and agree with the meaning. You may say stalking is bad or murder is horrific and those that commit such crimes should be jailed...but they view stalking as an honor. A way for them to show love to their muse. Don't you love their muse?

Artist never had the time to talk with other people. They either were being pulled around to do projects requested by professors, peers, or parents or they were at local parks and museums on the search for a new subject for their pieces.

Artist who would rather daydream their life away instead of dealing with the struggles of socializing.

There was something about walking around the park in the morning that felt like home to Artist. The way that the sun hits the leaves in a way that paints their face with a warm autumn orange, or how the rows of flowers smelled a tad sweeter after an evening of rain. The park was no different than a painting one may find hanging alone in the museum, waiting to be recognized. Sadly, however, no one would look up from their device to notice the beauty of the details. The strokes of greens blanketing the canvas with yellows and oranges provide that feeling of home. Oh, how Artist missed the feeling of h-

Artist bumped into you and immediately mutters a quick "sorry" and dashes off to the nearest building for they don't want their social battery to drain any further than it already has.

You watch as Artist scurries off to the bathrooms at the park. Your hand was raised out to them lazily, wanting to give an apology, but a part of you couldn't muster enough energy to call out to them. You shake your head and rub the back of your neck slowly. Your eyes do not tear off from where the stranger once stood for a minute until your eyes glance downward to a planner on the ground. Quickly you scoop it up and search the cover for any information it may spill. Artist whose heart was pounding in their chest. The light of your eyes, how shined with curiosity and concern. "That color was so", Artist clutched their shirt as they slowed their breathing, "wonderful." They lean back onto the restroom wall and let out a heavy sigh. Artist forced their way to the door and opened it ever so slightly. They studied where you once stood, a smile creeping upon their face. "You're just so perfect."