#painted walkman

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All my paintings in the hamburger box are done in acrylic. I thought I would have fun with a little watercolor as well.

Retro-colour #1

[camartist01]

✒️🎃INKTOBER DIA 15🎃✒️

Día 15: Walkman

[studiomimo]

Drawing some gadgets

[dieleerezwischendensternen]

Awesome Mix Vol. I

painted with Albrecht Dürer Watercolourpencils in my Leuchtturm 1917 notebook 🖤

[daryltwdixon]

Daryl x Reader fluff

prompt: "You can stop hugging me now." | "No, I don't think I can." @creativepromptsforwriting

Summary: Daryl returns from a long trip with something he found, quietly revealing that you’ve been on his mind all along. fluff. drabble.

a/n: just trying to get the writing juices flowing again, been feeling a little bit of a block so thought I'd try this prompt!

The sun hangs low, painting the woods over the fence of the watchtower in warm amber hues. You're peering through your binoculars as Alexandria stretches out behind you, quiet except for the occasional clatter of someone working on the fences. You have one earbud in, listening to your Walkman that's strapped to your hip. The tiny device is temperamental, but it still works, and it’s the one thread tying you to the world before everything fell apart. The music is just low enough that when you adjust your stance, scanning the perimeter again, a distant rumble draws your attention.

You lower the binoculars, squinting against the light until you spot it. The familiar shape of Daryl’s motorcycle cuts through the dusty road leading to the gates. A smile tugs at your lips as you turn to look over the railing down at the gate.

“Sasha,” you say, snagging your earbud out by the wire, “Daryl’s back. Open the gate.”

“Copy that,” she replies, composed and straight faced.

You watch as the gates roll open and Daryl rides in, the low growl of his engine fading as he kills the ignition. He swings off the bike, crossbow slung over his shoulder, and pauses, his eyes lifting to meet yours. Even from this distance, you catch the flicker of something in his gaze—relief, maybe, or something warmer.

“You just gonna stare, or you comin’ down?” he calls, his voice carrying easily in the still evening air.

You smile as you shout down at him, "I'm on duty!"

You watch as he shakes his head and makes his way over. Backpack in hand, he starts climbing the ladder to your perch. By the time he reaches the top, you’re already leaning against the railing, looping your ear buds up to put away. You really hope he can't see how your heart hammers in your ribs when he is near.

There’s something about him that always pulls at you, no matter how much you try to ignore it. Maybe it’s the way he moves, like he’s part of the world but never tethered to it, or the way he notices things without ever calling attention to himself. It’s in the roughness of his voice, the quiet steadiness of his presence, and the flashes of something softer beneath all the grit. You’ve caught yourself watching him more times than you’d like to admit—how his hands move when he works on his bike, the way his brow furrows in thought, the rare curve of his lips when he smirks. And now, with him this close, the familiar tug in your chest feels undeniable.

“Got somethin’ for ya,” he announces when he reaches the top, his voice hoarse from not seeing people for days. He crouches down in front of you, awkwardly pulling something from his bag. A small, rectangular cassette tape catches the light as he holds it out.

Your breath catches when you see the cover. It’s your favorite artist, one you thought you’d never hear again.

“Figured....well, you’re always listenin’ to that thing,” he says, gesturing toward your Walkman. His voice is gruff, but there’s a nervous edge to it, like he’s not sure how you’ll react. “Saw it. Made me...made me think of ya.”

You take it from him, fingers brushing over the cracked plastic of the case, lingering on the edges as if holding it too tightly might make it disappear. Flipping it over, you see the album cover, worn but intact, its familiar image bringing an ache to your chest. Your thoughts stumble, scrambling for something to say, but all you can focus on is the fact that Daryl thought of you. 

He thought of you.

While he was out there, risking his neck for the group, scavenging scraps of the old world, searching for strangers who might one day be allies—he thought of you. The image of him out there, surrounded by danger at every turn, with walkers and worse waiting in the shadows, and still having a moment to think of you, makes your chest tighten. Despite the chaos, the noise, the relentless fight to survive, you were on his mind. Not just as another member of the group, but as someone he cared about enough to bring back this small, fragile piece of comfort.

The thought is overwhelming, pulling the air from your lungs, leaving you dizzy with the weight of it. Because in a world where everything is fleeting, Daryl Dixon thought of you.

Before you can stop yourself, you’re moving. Your arms wrap around his neck, catching him off guard. He stiffens, his hands coming up to hover over you, almost unsure if he should touch you. After a heartbeat of not letting go, you feel his voice vibrating in his chest.

“You can stop hugging me now,” he grumbles, though his voice wavers just enough to betray him.

You tighten your grip, pressing your cheek against the warmth of him, breathing in the smell of musk, of pine and leather and cigarettes--so uniquely Daryl, “No,” you whisper, the words soft but sure. “I don’t think I can.”

For a moment, he doesn’t move, doesn’t breathe. Then, slowly, his hands settle on the small of your back, tentative but steady. The air between you shifts, quiet and charged, the unspoken things you’re both too afraid to say hanging in the space.

When you finally pull away, his cheeks are tinged pink, and he’s looking anywhere but at you.

“Thank you, Daryl,” you say, holding up the cassette tape like it’s the most precious thing you’ve ever owned, "Seriously."

He shrugs, his eyes flickering to yours for just a second before dropping. “Ain’t nothin’.”

But the corner of his mouth quirks up, just a little, as he turns to climb back down the ladder, leaving you with the music, the sunset, and a heart pounding harder than it should.

[fuctacles]

wiggly wormy wednesday

Thanks @formosusiniquis for tagging me!!! Here's a thing inspired by that one fanart of Eddie in that one t-shirt that I can't find now

Steve works during the summer as a pool boy. 

It's a good ego boost as he's been in high demand among the housewives in the area. His schedule is full, to the point he has to start declining some offers to have time for himself. When his phone rings with another job offer, he doesn't reject it right away because he's startled to hear a man's voice for a change. Then he hears he'll double the salary and he agrees. 

The address he jotted down leads him to the oldest mansion in town, dark and looming over the neighborhood. He understands the raise in money now and is glad that he told Robin where he'll be. 

The gate is open, so he pushes his way through the artfully neglected garden towards the door, where a note is waiting for him.

You'll find cleaning tools in the shed. Knock on the back door when you're done.

Steve knew of eccentric old people but this one was slowly taking the cake. He rounds the estate to find the pool behind it, and the cake is pulled out of his grip. Who in their right mind paints the pool red? 

By the state it's in, it probably hasn't been used in weeks. The surface is fully covered in leaves and twigs, and the tiles around it are covered in grime. It's a wild 180 after being called to clean pools just so he can hand out sodas and towels to a group of old ladies, but he rolls up his sleeves and gets to work.

Every now and then, he looks up from his work, expecting to find someone ogling him, but he never finds anyone. It's a weird thing to consider a constant of his job, but he came to expect it. Double-checking that he's really alone, he starts humming to himself to make the time go faster. If he's ever called here again, he might take a radio or a walkman with him. 

He's done surprisingly fast, with the sun still high when he goes to knock on the back door. His curiosity is through the roof to see what kind of person his employer is. 

He hears a click by his feet and when he looks down, he realizes the cat door has spat out an envelope. Inside he finds his payment and a note. 

Will double it if you come at 5pm next week

So Steve does, not worried much because the sun is still up, even if it casts ominous shadows around the mansion. 

In one of these dark corners, he spots a lawn chair, the shade doubled with a huge umbrella over it. He wonders if this time, some rich lady is going to join him. Or, the tiny bi-curious bone in his body supplies, the guy who hired him. For the time being, he focuses on his task. 

It's so dark, that he almost misses it. But when he does a double take as he's swiping the poolside, he yells. 

On the chair in the double shade, wearing all black, a huge straw hat, and sunglasses, sits a figure. Steve's eyes are confused as to why they're seeing a black-and-white picture in the middle of his technicolor world. 

The figure raises its hand, making its features more distinguishable. 

"Sorry!" says a voice Steve vaguely recognizes from the phone call. "Don't mind me, just getting my money's worth!" The man grins, sharp and bright, and relaxes against the chair with intent to stay, a glass of wine held in his hand.

Steve considers him for all of two seconds, before grabbing at the bottom of his t-shirt. Fuck it. This is what half of the job is about anyway.

The fabric hits the ground, and he gets a surprisingly goofy whoop of approval. 

tagging if u wanna join: @stevesjockstrap @yesdangerpls @stevieharringtonwifeguy @doublecherrypiediscosuperfly @adverbally

[duhnova]

Cry-Baby | Choi Seungcheol

synopsis. decked out in leather and riding a harley davidson like he’s got business with the devil, choi seungcheol was the talk of your small town. everyone looked down on him and when you come home for the first time since starting uni you find it hard to believe that the pouty lipped kid you tossed off the merry-go-round when you were six was some slick haired delinquent. 

pairing. biker!choi seungcheol x fem!reader 

word count: 4.9k

genre. fluff, angst, opposites attract, drama?, kind of college au

warning(s): mentions of parent death, mentions of parent illness, alcohol, let me know if i forgot anything!

this is apart of a 90's collab! you should check out everyone elses fics! - there might be a smutty & more angsty part 2 to this if there’s enough interest! also huge shoutout to @onlyhuis and @onlymingyus for proofreading for me, ily guys <3

When you left for university three years ago you never wanted to return home, the small town always made you feel claustrophobic. But now you’re sitting on a train, about an hour away from your childhood, the sony walkman you got as a graduation present from high school sat in your lap as you listened to the same nirvana cassette on repeat. 

The nerves of being home began to get to you as the familiar views of the old trailer park that sat outside your town came into view. An old pickup truck that adorns the same white and blue paint of your best friend's truck drives down the road that travels along the train tracks and it makes you wonder if it’s him coming to meet you at the station.  

“We’ll be arriving at the station within the next five minutes.” The worker smiled at you as she continued down the aisle of seats to tell the other patrons of the cart that the train will be stopping for a couple minutes at your stop before embarking to the next station. 

You put your walkman in your pocket so that you aren’t scrambling to gather your things when the train stops. Just as you got your backpack situated the train jolted a little as its breaks screech to a stop. 

“Ladies and gentlemen we have reached our next stop.” The worker's voice is drowned out by your music as you stand up and grab your suitcase before hopping out the door with the worker's help in lifting your bag down. 

“Thank you!” You call out and wave as the door closes and the train takes off again, no one else got on or off. 

“Y/N!” You hear a familiar voice call from behind you, the roar of a diesel engine brings a certain comfort to you that you haven’t felt since you left. 

“Gyu!” You call out with a smile on your face, the change in his appearance being more shocking in person than you thought it would be, having only seen him in pictures he sent from the crappy disposable cameras he and his friends like to use. All the work he’s been doing on his family's ranch has paid off as his muscles glisten with dirt and sweat. 

“I’ve missed you cherry pop.” He hugs you tightly as you laugh at the nickname he gave you years ago because you always had cherry lollipops on you. 

“I’ve.. missed you too.” You choke between laughs and the way he was squeezing you a little too tightly. 

“Sorry,” He laughs as he lets you go to grab your suitcase instead. “Are you hungry? It was a long travel day for you.” 

“I could eat.” You smile as you take your headphones off to let them rest around your neck as you follow your best friend to his truck that was still running and emitting a gross smell of diesel. 

“Great, let’s go to pops diner.” He lifts your suitcase over the side of the truck bed like it was nothing before he opens the door for you to get in. The leather of his seats were warm from his heater that left the cabin toasty unlike the train car you had been sitting in almost all day. 

“How are you?” You ask about the owner of the diner who was well into his 70’s at this point, his restaurant having been open for almost five decades at this point.

“He’s doing good, got his hip replaced last summer,” Mingyu shifts the car into drive after he reversed out of the spot he parked at. “Still kickin, Cheols mom still works there too.” The mention of your old childhood playmate makes you smile bittersweetly. The last time you two had talked was before you left for college and he seemed angry about everything in life and he took it out on you leaving a sour taste in your mouth and the lack of communication between the two of you over the past few years.  

“That’s nice, how is she doing? I remember last you told me she was in the hospital for something.” Mingyu sighs a little from beside you.

“Yeah she was, took me forever to get anything out of Cheol about it but she’s doing good now. Or so I’ve been told.” Seungcheol had always been hard headed and he’d rather talk about other people's problems than his own so it didn’t surprise you that Mingyu had to dig for some type of answer from him. 

“Is she working today? I’d love to see her…” Your voice trailed off as you thought about the lady’s son, who you desperately wanted to see as well but how you left things made you hesitant.

“Not today, she’s off for the weekend.” You nod, mumbling that it’s nice that she takes the weekend for herself. 

“I know you and Cheol had some blowout when you left but I’m going to see him later after I drop you off, if you wanna come with you’re more than welcome too.”

“What’re you two doing?” Mingyu was surprised you didn’t immediately shoot down his offer, he thought it would take more convincing.

“We’re going to the river for a bonfire with Jeonghan and Wonwoo.”

“They’re home too?” They had both left for college around the same time you had.

“Yeah, they come home every break they can.. Unlike someone I know.” He laughs lightheartedly. You huff quietly, unsure of how to respond. How do you respond anyways? You never wanted to come back, memories weighed heavy on your heart and the only thing keeping you to your hometown was the friends that resided in it.

“Hey,” Mingyu's voice softens. “I get it, you got out when you saw the chance and I’m proud of you.” 

“Thank you.” Your voice was just as soft as you watched the familiar scenery zip by. A nice silence fell between the two of you as he focused on driving, the train station sitting a couple miles out from the town you used to live in. 

“The bank sold the house by the way.” Mingyu broke the silence, a nervous sweat settled on his forehead as he broke the news to you. 

“About time.” You sigh, another weight you didn’t realize you were holding lifted off your shoulders. “Less for me to deal with now.” 

“You’re not upset?” Mingyu looks at you out of the corner of his eye. 

“No,” You sit up straighter and begin picking at the hem of your jacket. “My father was a drunk with thousands of dollars of debt he owed the bank so I’m not even surprised they sold it to make back what they lost and then some I’m sure.” 

“At least an actual family bought it instead of some corporation.” Mingyu tried to lighten the mood. “They just moved in and they have a newborn and a cute dog that I think you’d like.” 

“What kind of dog is it?” You side eye Mingyu, appreciative of the fact he moved on from the sensitive topic so quickly. 

“A corgi, they said it’s a black tricolor… Whatever that means.”

“It’s the fur color, it’s mainly black with a little bit of brown and white?”

“Yes! See this is why you went to college, you’re smart as hell.” You shake your head with a smile on your face. 

“You’re smart too, Gyu, and not going to college doesn’t affect that.” He shrugs as he slows his speed down after approaching the edge of town. 

“If you say so cherry pop.” Just as he pulled up to the first stoplight the roar of a loud engine could be heard from a distance. 

“I bet that’s Cheol.” You look at Mingyu confused before your question gets lost once you see the helmet less Seungcheol sped by on a motorcycle you had never seen before, his once dark hair was bleached blonde.

“That’s Cheol?” You asked as you watched him disappear down the opposite street you and Mingyu turned down. 

“Yeah, he changed quite a bit since you left.” That was an understatement as Seungcheol looked as big as Mingyu, maybe bigger if you dared to think.

“I can see that, can’t believe he bleached his hair.” 

“He did that pretty recently actually, said he needed a change and decided the worst that could happen is his hair would fall out.” 

“He’d look good with a buzz cut.” Mingyu laughs at the thought causing you to laugh too. 

“You should tell him that tonight when we hang out, I guarantee he’ll either blow a gasket or take you seriously and actually cut his hair off.” 

“He would drown me in the river first before he’d listen to me.” 

“I don’t know cherry pop, you were very influential to him for a long time. Remember how he did your bidding all throughout elementary school?” 

“Yeah cause I tossed him off the merry-go-round at recess and he decided he was scared of me until junior high.” 

“I think we were all scared of you after that,” Mingyu puts the car in park after pulling up to the diner. “The older kids wouldn’t mess with me either because you scared them too.” The fact Mingyu is younger than you by two years makes you question reality as he’s much bigger then you now and has been since junior high. 

“Still wild to think about.” You laugh as Mingyu hops out the truck to run over and open the door for you, he’s never allowed you to open your own door since he started driving. 

“Oh, I guess Cheol’s mom is working today.” Mingyu closes the door behind you and puts the key in the handle to lock it as he stares at the familiar woman through the window that was taking someone’s order. “Someone must’ve called out of work today.” 

The two of you walk to the front door together, making small talk about anything and everything. Seungcheol’s mother greeted the two of you with a smile and handed you two menus once you sat down. 

“It’s good to see you sweetheart.” She smiles widely at you, she was always like a second mother to you growing up especially after you mothers untimely passing. 

“It’s good to see you too, you look great.” You smile warmly, despite any animosity you might feel for her son right now you will never be able to hate this woman. 

“I’ll start you two off with some water?” You both nod, prompting her to walk away. 

“So how’s the ranch?” You scan the menu, already knowing what you want but wanting to check to see if anything new was added. 

“It’s good, Cheol doesn’t work there anymore.” Mingyu doesn’t look up from his menu to see your surprised expression. “Mr. Johnson offered him a job as a mechanic after seeing the work he would do on the farm equipment.” 

“Mechanics suit him.” You smile at his mother when she comes back with your waters. 

“Do you two know what you want?” You both nod, letting Mingyu order first despite the look he gave you after you shrug and take a big gulp of your water. “Are you getting your usual sweetheart?” She turns to you.

“How do you remember what I used to order?” Your eyes widen.

“You’d order the same thing almost every time you’d come here since you were a kid and I’ve been working here longer than you’ve been alive so I have it practically engraved into my memory.” She laughs quietly as she takes your menus. “You and my son are the same in your consistency in ordering the same thing.” 

“Oh.” You could feel your face heating up at the thought. You’re happy she didn’t bother to push a conversation as she went to help more people that came in. 

“You and Cheol are as opposite as opposite can be.” 

“You don’t say.” You roll your eyes playfully. 

The banter between you and Mingyu continued on, even after your food came you both found something to poke — and trust me there was a lot to poke at that has happened over the past three years that couldn’t be conveyed over letters and the occasional call here and there. 

“We should head out now, get you to the ranch so you can clean up and rest before tonight.” Mingyu paid for your guy's food like the gentleman he is and held the door open for you as you walked out into the warm summer air. 

“Am I obligated to go swimming tonight?” Mingyu shakes his head. 

“You’re not but we’ll all be swimming so,” He hops into the truck after opening the door for you. “Just to be safe you might wanna wear your swimsuit.” 

“Got it.” You nod your head before watching out the window again, committing your old hometown to memory again. The drive to the ranch was peaceful and long, sitting a few miles out of town on the opposite side of where the diner was. 

Once you got to Mingyu's house and greeted his family and caught up, you went to the spare room upstairs to unload your bags and lay on the bed to unwind. A quick nap was sure to help the oncoming headache you got so after changing your clothes to be a little more comfortable you crawl under the freshly cleaned blanket and almost instantly knock out. 

A couple hours pass by before Mingyu is knocking on the door to wake you up, telling you the guys are heading to the river now and that you two need to get going soon.

Groaning quietly as you sit up in bed and stretch, it felt nice to not have to worry about anything as this is the first summer you decided to not take summer classes as you'd be graduating early after this upcoming fall semester. Getting up and taking your walkman out of your bag again you took out the nirvana cassette and put in green day instead, the music more uplifting and giving you an ounce of energy to put your swimsuit on and a pair of shorts and jacket to cover yourself. 

“How was your nap dear?” Mingyu's mother greeted you as you walked down the stairs, your friend standing by the door waiting (im)patiently for you. 

“Amazing, sitting all day in those train seats takes a toll on your back.” You take your walkman headphones off and half hazardously shove them into your jacket pocket. 

“Tell me about it, I can’t sit for too long now without going stiff.” She smiles warmly as she wishes you two well as you b-line to the door after Mingyu told you to hurry up. 

 “Couldn’t even give me time to say bye.��� You grumble as you shuffle up to the truck where Mingyu was holding the door for you. 

“Sorry cherry pop, the guys are waiting for us and we still gotta get drinks.” 

“Why are we getting the drinks?” You buckle up and put your headphones back on, both of your tastes in music are dramatically different as he puts in a country cassette into the radio. 

“You’re home, they want you to get what you want instead of drinking what they like.” 

“They still drink that shitty dollar beer right?” Mingyu nods. “Then we drink the same thing, not much has changed as I still couldn’t afford the expensive stuff being at college.” 

“Great, that makes this run cheap.” The ride to the corner store was quick, the street lights lining the road leading from the ranch to town making the trees look ominous. 

Once you guys had secured the alcohol you made your way to the river. The long body of water stretched for miles outside of town in both directions, and the one spot you guys have always met up at since junior high was hidden away. You had thick bushes to climb through and poison ivy to look out for as it wasn’t a regular site on the river to be at. 

“Mingyu! Y/N!” Jeonghan called happily when he saw the two of you emerge from the bushes. The bonfire was already large and roaring while Cheol and Wonwoo were already in the water swimming. 

“Hannie!” You smile and hug him happily, he was always the least affectionate person so when he offered you a hug you always took it. 

“How have you been? It’s been years!” He pulls away from the hug to greet Mingyu while sitting down in his chair and pats the one next to him that looked to have been occupied by Seungcheol at one point based on the jacket hanging on it. 

“I’ve been good, college has been tough but I'm graduating a semester early.” You smile at Mingyu who hands you a beer before he sets the box down and makes quick work to strip down to his swim trunks so he can join the other two in the water. “How have you been?” 

“I’ve been great, graduating a semester later than I should've, but I took a light load last semester because I was back and forth to be here for Cheol while his mom was in the hospital.” you nod your head while taking a drink of your beer. You never realized that his mom being in the hospital was that bad. 

“Mingyu didn’t tell me much about her being in the hospital so I didn’t realize it was that bad.” You look out at the three guys who are currently climbing the rock in the middle of the river so they can jump into the water.

“He wanted to write to you, ever since you left it’s all he had been beside himself about but when his mother got sick he wanted to write to you even more.” Jeonghans voice was soft, nervous that the said male would hear your two's conversation and start hounding him for spilling the secret. 

“I wanted to write him too, but-“

“But you couldn’t, I’m not as hard headed as Seungcheol so I get why but I don’t get why you couldn’t have let him down sooner.” You sigh, this was a conversation you knew you’d have eventually as Jeonghan was Seungcheols best friend outside of you and he was the only one that knew about you two. 

“I wanted to, believe me it was never my plan to break things off the day I was leaving but I was selfish and didn’t want to let him go yet.”

“You are selfish,” You laugh quietly, thanking him. “But he’s selfish too, this town holds too many bad memories for you and he wanted to tie you to it when you finally had the chance to escape it.”

“You know, I asked him to come with me.” You took another sip of your beer, your eyes back on the blonde who seemed to feel you staring as he tilted his head back and gave you a bitter smirk. “When I first got the acceptance letter and I was on the fence about going, he wanted me to go but he also wanted me to stay and so I told him to come with me so I didn’t have to choose.”

“He never told me that.” Jeonghan opens up another beer and gingerly takes a sip of it. 

“I’m not surprised, I think he thought it was a joke.” You finally tear your eyes off of Seungcheol to look at Jeonghan. “After that I didn’t tell him I committed and just continued to relish our time together.”

“Y’know, he wanted you to go because this was your dream but he wanted to be a part of that dream and you keeping that from him and then cutting ties with him when you left is what broke him.” 

“I didn’t mean to.” You mumbled and looked down at your half empty beer can. “He was the one that told me that if I wasn’t willing to make things work then he didn’t want to hear from me.”

“Well he’s dumb,” Jeonghan takes another sip. “But so are you.”

“I know.” You close your eyes and sigh, letting your head lull back on the chair. 

“Are you going to talk to him while you’re home? It is the first time you’ve been home since leaving after all.” 

“This isn’t my home anymore.” You don’t bother to open your eyes as you take in the warm night air. This hasn’t been your home since you left and it hasn’t felt like home for far longer, the only thing (or person) that made you feel remotely anchored here was Seungcheol. 

“It was your home at one point, and I'd argue it still is because Seungcheol and the rest of us are here.” 

“Corny loser.” You mumble, a small smile cracking at your lips before you sit up straight. “I’ll talk to him, I promise. I had been prepping myself all week to mend things between us while I was here.” 

“Good.” Jeonghan smiles and downs the rest of his beer. “Now hurry up and finish drinking so we can go join them in the water before it gets colder.” 

“You’re going to die in that water, it’s too cold for you already.” You laugh before downing the rest of your beer so you can strip down to your swimsuit, making sure not to toss your walkman around too much. 

“I’ll manage.” He shrugs after taking his clothes off too before walking cautiously up to the edge of the water. He barely touches it with his big toe and he curses. 

“Told you,” You stand beside him and watch his reaction. “You just gotta go in as quick as you can.” You show him how it’s done as you take a deep breath in and hold it as you quickly walk into the water before you’re deep enough to dive under. 

“Show off.” He huffs before he follows in your footsteps, cursing the whole way up to his shoulders. 

“You did it han,” Wonwoo pats him on the shoulder. “You’re shivering already.” 

“It’s fucking cold and you’re all insane.” He huffs and starts to swim around a little, letting the cold water soothe his warm skin. 

“I think it feels good.” You had popped back up next to Mingyu who was standing with Seungcheol who was watching Jeonghan worried. 

“It does feel good.” Mingyu lets the water support his body as he starts to swim backwards, no longer being a wall between you and the ire of your freshman year of college. 

“It’s good to see you Y/N.” Wonwoo gives you a small smile before he also swims away, leaving you and Seungcheol alone and seeing the look on Jeonghan's face in the distance makes you believe that this was planned. He clears his throat when he seems to realize you two are alone.

“Um,” Is all he manages to say before you’re taking a deep breath and turning to look at him. 

“Hi Seungcheol.” He flinches at the use of his full name.

“Ouch, hi litt-“ He catches himself using the old nickname he had for you. “Hi Y/N.”

“God I hate this.” You can’t be bothered to hide the fact that the whole situation makes you sad and angry already, you missed him and he was right there in front of you and you were both acting like you wanted nothing to do with each other, which might’ve been true right after you had left but as time went on it faded into longing and anger at oneself.

“You hate this? How do you think I feel?” He crosses his arms and looks down at you. 

“Cheol I-“

“I don’t want to hear excuses.”

“Ok asshole I was going to apologize but not anymore.” You roll your eyes and turn away from him so you could swim away, the conversation you had with Jeonghan felt like complete bullshit now. 

“Wait,” he grabbed your arm to spin you back around, the water splashing violently at the fast movement. “I’m sorry, for everything.” It was rare that he’d ever apologize and right now it felt out of place as he had no reason to apologize at the moment. 

“I practiced how this conversation would go for weeks and this was not one of the ways I accounted for. You weren’t supposed to apologize first.” You look up at Seungcheol who was just staring at you silently now, his hand still holding tightly on your arm. “Seungcheol I-“

“Stop calling me that.”

“Stop interrupting,” You huff, the smallest smile forming on his face “I’m sorry for how I left things and for everything leading up to when I left.” 

“Y’know, I spent most of the first year you were gone blaming you, and then I started blaming myself until my mother made me realize that neither of us were to blame and then I spent the remainder of the time just numb.”

“If you stopped blaming me, how come you didn’t write to me?”

“You never wrote to me.” He sounded hurt and you were hurt too but you hated the pain in his voice and it caused you to move closer to him, hoping you could erase even just a hint of it.

“I’m sorry, there was never a time where I didn’t think about writing to you but your words kept playing in my head about how you never wanted to hear from me if I left our relationship behind.”

“It wasn’t much of a relationship then was it, we were just friends exploring each other,” That’s what you liked to tell eachother when you were in denial about your feelings. “I wrote letters, most of them are stamped and sitting in my desk drawer because I couldn’t bring myself to send them.”

“Yet you bought stamps for them?” You raise an eyebrow curiously. 

“Yes,” He huffs, trying to hide the ounce of embarrassment he’s feeling. “I’d get these bouts of feelings where I’d want to send them and I’d get all the way to the post office with a stamp on the envelope and the second I’d park I’d back out and go back home only to hide it away with the others.” 

“Cheol…” 

“I know it’s probably stupid and I’ll just burn them all now since you’re home and-“

“I’m not staying,” You cut him off for some reason. “I mean I’m staying for the summer but I’m going back home to finish my last semester of college so I can get a job at a vet clinic there.” 

“That’s ok, this time I promise I will write.”

“You should come with me.” You blurt out like you did all those years ago.

“I can’t leave my mother, she won’t leave this town and with her health fluctuating I just can’t.” He gave you an actual answer this time unlike he did when you were younger. 

“I get it, she needs you.. But one day you have to leave this place, don’t you think?” Your hand gently touches his arm as you drift even closer to him. 

“I never thought of leaving until you left.” He mumbled as his hands moved to ghost over your sides that were under the water. 

“One day?” You sounded hopeful. “Even if we’re old and married to other people do you think you’d still leave?” 

“I..” His voice trailed off as your breath got closer to his face. “I’d never marry… unless it was you.” He whispered before he finally kissed you, the weight of what he said disappearing as you both got lost in the taste of each other. After what felt like an eternity you finally pulled away out of breath, a quiet whistle could be heard from behind Seungcheol somewhere and you assumed it had to be Jeonghan since Mingyu would’ve quite literally jumped the two of you. 

“Cheol- '' He cuts you off.

“Let's enjoy the night, yeah?” He didn’t want to talk about what he just said, or what the future would hold anymore. It’ll take time, you both realized, for things to go back to normal but for now you were content with how things were because this time he knew what to expect when summer ends, he just hoped that you’d change your mind about long distance relationships. And you hoped he’d change his mind about rotting away in this small town.

feedback + reblogs greatly appreciated! let me know what you guys thought!

[teambyler]

Top 10 moments to freak out over in Season 5 if you're a Byler

If any of these things happen I'll be jumping up and down screaming at my screen:

Will wakes up... in Mike’s house

Mike has Will’s painting framed on his wall

Mike and Will play D&D together (extra angst points if, in-game, one of them sacrifices himself or takes a risk for the party)

Robin has a scene with Will and/or Mike

Mike and El take a break in their relationship, or El has to leave town

Will is listening to "Heroes" on his Walkman

Mike and Will go on a mission together, ALONE

Mike gets hurt and Will dresses the wound...

Will OR Mike gets targeted by Vecna who confronts him on his sexuality (or we get our flashback to young Mike and Will which heck could be the same thing)

"Hey, about that painting..."

Here's some more!

The deleted scene from Season 2 of Mike riding home on his bike crying after they found the fake body (@milkvanissonothappening)

“Smalltown boy” is playing when Mike is in the scene (@frogsdontcry)

Mike and Will are alone in the Upside Down (@frogsdontcry)

Nancy and Mike have a Moment alone to chat (@frogsdontcry)

Mike or Will is snapping the other out of a Vecna trance (@nerdytacollama , who also says one of them is holding the other when he wakes up but my head will already have exploded lol)

Will gets gay-bashed and Mike has to deal with the fact that he helped defend Will (or didn't!) (me)

"so, el didn't say any of what you told me? why would you make something like that up?" OR literally any scene they could have in the wheeler garage. (@wistfulenchantress)

Jonathan gives Mike the "stink eye" since he knows about Will's feelings for him 😂 And maybe Jonathan talking to Mike and giving him the "if you ever hurt my baby brother" talk (@nerdytacollama)

Will is looking through Mike's things and sees a partially-written letter, and Mike panics and takes it away (me)

The first scene really IS a young Will in the Upside Down singing "Should I Stay or Should I Go?" Meaning that everything is centered on Will this season (me)

Got any more?

-teambyler

[nightingale2004]

Severus Snape headcanon ideas

He has a journal that was gifted to him by his mother before he went to Hogwarts.

He writes everything in that journal. His thoughts, his feelings, ideas for potions, and spells, along with poetry. He even does little sketches in the journal (they're not half bad)

Ever since the marauders entered his life and his own house doesn't like him all that much, halfway through his first year at hogwarts, he casted a bunch of spells and runes on his journal so that way no one other than himself can open or see what is written inside the journal

The first page is titled "Property of the half-blood prince."

Severus never goes anywhere without it. He also casted a charm on it so that way whenever it's stolen or missing from his person, it will appear right next to him, in his bag, or in his hand

His journal also had dried plants and flowers from his journeys through the forbidden forest

The journal is very old and is held together by magic, pure determination, spite, and a dream (😂). Plus, he cherishes that journal

No one (I do mean NO ONE) has ever seen the inside of Severus's journal, including the marauders, his parents (his mother one time was granted access), his house mates, and even Lily

He once had an old walkman that he found in the streets and managed to fix it up from remembering, seeing how his father used to fix up machinery before the abuse

When he has a train compartment to himself, he immediately falls asleep (it's his only moment of peace!!!!!)

He secretly found the room of requirements that turns into a potions lab for him. He uses it for potion experiments

His experiments with potions have both literally and figuratively blown up in his face.

Would talk with the paintings of Hogwarts

Would find jewelry in the most random places and often wear some of them after he resizes them and cleans them

He loves dark and milk chocolate, along with raisins, and vanilla

Learned occlumency and legilimens very early in his Hogwarts years and has used it on more than one occasion

When he was a child, he couldn't dance to save his life, but McGonagall taught him everything she knew

He and McGonagall play wizards chess together

Before the bullying started, he secretly wanted to be James and Sirius's friend, but after they insulted his mother's house, that thought immediately vanished

Despite being very skinny, he throws an incredibly strong punch

If he did have an animagus form, it would either be a raven, crow, cat, or bat

He would brew health potions for the sick people in Cokeworth or those who couldn't afford decent medicine or medical attention. He became their young doctor and gets paid a bit on the side

Has done a lot of odd jobs in Cokeworth to help keep his home afloat

Whenever Tobias would kick him out, he would originally crash at the Evans home, but ever since the 'Mudblood' incident, he started crashing at some of the people he helped at Cokeworth's homes

He would wish he was born into the Evans family instead of the Snape family

Loves art and poetry

Has read chemistry books at the Muggle Library

He learned how to cook and bake when he was a kid

After the 'Prank' incident, he and Remus talked and have kinda sorta made amends, but there is still a wall (and rightfully so)

He loves science fiction, dark romance, romance, adventure, tragedy, poetry, fiction, horror, Gothic literature, action, and mystery, both films and books (mostly books)

Secretly loves the story of Hades and Persephone.

Will make Blancmange every Christmas at Hogwarts (hphm made this canon)

He has tried to deny rumors about him being in love with Lily and him being a vampire or a bat, but it came to a point where he was done and didn't care

His scent would be herbs, flowers, old books, and rain

[thoughtsforsoob]

emo bf!huening kai 😔

note: I fear I have emo brain rot lately (I got ptv tickets for next July so I’m in my emo era again). please enjoy this! requests remain opennn

Hes such a sweetheart. He may seem like a big, scary loser but when it comes to you, he is the sweetest man in existence.

What a lot of people don’t know about the emo culture is that people are typically super nice! He falls into this stereotype :) he’s always looking out for you

when he takes you to your first show, he is looking out for you. if you happen to be standing where the pit opens up, he is going to hold you close to his side and protect you when his whole body. He knows pits are extra rough so he needs to make sure his princess comes out unscathed. On the other hand, if you like being in the pit, he joins you just to stay close to you.

He always lets you take care of doing his hair, his make up, painting his nails, etc. He loves when you fuss over him. It makes him feel so special and loved.

Kai loves introducing you to his favorite bands. He’s still super big into using cd’s so he gets you a cd player (a little Walkman you can carry with you everywhere). He lets you borrow his cd’s and even burns some for you. To him, it’s like the biggest romantic gesture ever. It makes all the trouble of burning a cd worth it when you tell him all about what you thought about it.

he also loves to read. he’s your typical depressing poetry lover (Sylvia Plath #1 fan)! he always reads poetry to you and when you start to tear up because it was so sad, he stops and goes to comfort you. he stops doing this because he hates to see you sad.

Because of the way he dresses, he’s used to getting the mean comments from people who don’t understand. Something he won’t allow is when they start to be mean to you too. No one should mess with his pretty girl. He immediately starts spitting out these crazy intelectual insults at the other person to make them feel insecure.

He struggles a lot with his emotions so you’re always helping him when he starts to cry or something. He’s so grateful that you deal with all his problems with him. Having someone to make him feel better upgrades his life and he eventually goes into therapy when you suggest it to him. He gets better and it’s all thanks to you. You’re his guardian angel.

[yournightmary]

Skater!Ellie HCs

content warning:: mentions of getting hurt and vomiting

AN:: Honestly, I don’t know anything about skating. also, i’m working on the fear street!AU (multi-chapter) if anyone is interested:3

⇢ ˗ˏˋ skater!Ellie who is popular but she doesn’t even know why. Like, she has a ton of instagram followers but posts like once every few months (not even her face) and every time she’s somewhere someone always comes up to her.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ skater!Ellie who is always covered in scratches and bruises. She’d be like ‘oh my leg kinda hurts’ and pulls her pants up to see a giant bruise on her shin.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ skater!Ellie who had to go to the emergency room after trying some dumb trick and snapping her arm in half. Twice.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ skater!Ellie who doesn’t have a single pair of ‘nice’ pants. Everything is ripped, stained or damaged in some other way.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ skater!Ellie who had a tattoo on the palm of her hand but she fell so much it literally has gotten scraped off with.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ skater!Ellie who doesn’t believe in special skating shoes and just wears her beat up converse sneakers. Probably asks cute girls to write their numbers on them.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ skater!Ellie who is a bike hater. No particular reason, she just does.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ skater!Ellie who bought a walkman from a thrift store just so she can be cool and mysterious. Doesn’t even have cassettes.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ skater!Ellie who also loves to explore abandoned buildings. Counts jumping over fences and collapsed walls as a workout

⇢ ˗ˏˋ skater!Ellie who had a penny board as a kid!!!

⇢ ˗ˏˋ skater!Ellie who always does the most dangerous shit and somehow pulls it off. There’s a saying in my native language that’s like ‘a dumb person will always be lucky’ and I think it’s very fitting.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ skater!Ellie who ironically listens to ‘Sk8er Boi’. Yeah, sure…

⇢ ˗ˏˋ skater!Ellie who has the best socks on the planet. She’s always rocking some funny/cute designs.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ skater!Ellie who tried to graffiti once but inhaled the spray paint on accident and puked blue for almost an hour.

Love you guys xx

[quohotos]

Doodled this in MS Paint while I listened to today's episode. The mention of Gregor listening to Eminem inspired me.

Ep 12 - Gregor the Overlander 20th Anniversary Special

It's been two whole decades since Gregor the Overlander first hit shelves! In this very special anniversary episode, Oona, Nate, and John celebrate by reading emails sent in by fans and competing in an Underland creature trivia game.

[sacr1ficialang3l]

Written in blood𖤐

DEAN WINCHESTER X GOTH!READER (meet her)

SUMMARY: Reader is taking her usual late-night cemetery walk when she finds two guys burning up a grave. They expect her to run away screaming, but they don't know that she is not that easily scared. 3.8k

WARNINGS: none really. first meeting. fem!reader.

NOTES: goth!reader is here, and she's here to stay! I can't wait for Dean and her to get closer. If you find the She Wants Revenge reference in this you get a gold star. As always, English is not my first language. Enjoy<3

You had seen some weird things happen in this cemetery. 

You simply couldn’t make a habit of taking midnight walks through the graveyard behind the town’s famous abandoned house without encountering some questionable acts. 

From high schoolers messing around with a Ouija, to a drunk man pissing against a mausoleum, to a couple of teenagers hooking up behind a tree. 

You thought you had seen it all, until tonight.

Your eyes are focused on the old walkman on your hands, desperately trying to make it work, when a sudden heat wave makes you look up. Your wine-painted lips part slightly when your eyes find two guys standing in front of a digged up grave, seemingly having lit the corpse on fire.

You must have made a noise, because both guys quickly turn to you with equally wide eyes. 

Funnily, the first thought that registers on your mind is: damn, they’re hot.

You don’t freak out, and you don’t run for your life like you probably were supposed to. After all, you had always loved all things creepy.

You decide to step closer, the chunky platform of your boots digging into the mushy soil under them. You stop a few feet away from the burning pit as both guys still stare at you with freaked out expressions.

“Not an expert or anything, but I’m pretty sure digging up graves is illegal.” You say, crossing your arms. You half-register that you should probably not be talking to these guys like that. Maybe they were the bad type of devil worshipers, or psychopaths. Or both.

But before you can even start to feel afraid, they both start to ramble. The two huge, muscular men in front of you start to stutter and trip over their words. They spit half-assed explanations, contradicting each other every two sentences. It makes you laugh, which in consequence makes them stare at you as if you were insane.

How the tables have turned. 

Noticing that the men were very probably not dangerous, you take another step closer. This wasn’t the first time you had dealt with people making rituals of some sort in this cemetery. Satanists and pagans alike showed up occasionally to do their thing, and contrary to common belief, they were usually pretty friendly if you approached their practices with respect.

You pull out a cigarette from the pocket of your skirt, looking up at them with a smirk.

“I’m guessing you have a lighter?”

The taller one of the guys simply stares at you like you grew a second head, but you can distinguish a smirk on the face of the other one in the irregular light of the still going flames. You study him. Brown leather jacket, necklace around his neck, a ring that caught the light of the moon in his hand holding the matches. Oh, he was really hot.

“Look, sweetheart, you should probably leave.” He says, apparently having composed himself from the initial shock. There was a cocky undertone in his voice, but he didn’t seem mean, more like… trying to keep you out of something dangerous.

With a simple shake of your head, you refuse. What was life without a little danger anyways?

They end up introducing themselves after many failed attempts of making you leave. Sam and Dean, as you learned, were brothers. What you also learned, as you stared at them across the burning hole in the ground, is that they were both insanely attractive. But there was something about the older one, a sharpness in his eyes that made a shiver run through your spine. You blamed it on the cold breeze of the night.

(it was a specially warm day of early fall, there was no cold breeze.)

“Wait, wait.” you raise your palm, trying to process the information. “you’re telling me you’re… monster hunters?”

The brothers nod, going a little more into detail about their job and the ghost they were hunting in your town. Both of them stare at you like they’re expecting you to run away screaming, but you simply stare at them with calculating, black-rimmed eyes.

“So either I finally went full-on psychotic” you start “or you two are. Or this is real, and there’s something actually in that house.”

“you know something about the thing in the house?” Dean asks immediately. Deciding that they were indeed not a threat, you walk around the burning grave carefully and stand next to the two brothers, who –even as you wore your platform boots– still towered over you. 

You explain to the brothers that you had heard the myth about the old house being haunted, and when people started dying in its perimeters, you started to question it too. 

“But I stay in that house all the time.” You explain calmly, leaning back against the tombstone like you were in your natural habitat. “I go to read there when it is raining or too hot to be outside in the cemetery. I’ve even spent whole nights sleeping on the old couch in the living room. Nothing ever happened to me.”

But if you were to be honest, you did noticed some things. The way an inexplicable wave of warmth wrapped around you after you got trapped in the house in the middle of a snow storm with nothing but a thin leather jacket. The way there seemed to always be candles and matches restocked for you to light your way through the house even if you had already used a whole box of them. The way the house felt safe that night when you cried, sitting in a little ball in the corner of the living room, the night you ran away from home. 

“Why the hell would you stay in an abandoned house said to be haunted?” Dean’s expression was confused, but he seemed to almost admire how unafraid you were of the paranormal.

The truth was, anywhere was better than the house you grew up in.

“Sometimes ‘haunted’ and ‘scary’ things are just in need of some love.” You say instead, shrugging. 

Your words seem to touch a nerve in both brothers, and they nod, eyes darting down to the completely burned bones. 

“Well, apparently this thing was evil.” Dean retorts, and it makes you frown.

“I don’t know. If there was something actually in that house, it took care of me all this time.” You cross your arms, suddenly defensive of the spirit. “Most of the victims were disrespectful college kids that loved to come to the house and break stuff. At the very least, they shouldn’t have fucked around a haunted place if they can’t be respectful.”

Dean stares at you for just another second before he turns around to start filling the grave back with dirt. 

“It was still killing people, and we needed to get rid of it.” Dean refutes. You want to argue, but Sam turns to you, kind expression on his face.

“Spirits that stay back as ghosts can turn vengeful. Not being dead but not being alive, it drives them insane.” That makes the frown melt off your face, feeling a pang of sadness for the spirit in the house. “If the ghost was actually taking care of you, you should be happy they can finally rest in peace.”

You stay quiet for the rest of the time the brothers fill the grave. You notice the way it is barely noticeable that it was even touched. They must really be professionals.

“Well, it was nice to meet you here.” Dean wipes the sweat off his forehead with his shirt, leaving you with a clear view of his abdomen and a glimpse of the tattoo on his chest. You swallow harshly.

Oh, he had tattoos.

“Now we need to go back to the house and make sure the spirit is actually gone.” Sam finishes off. They both seemed more relaxed once the bones were already burned, and it seems like Dean finally takes the time to look at you.

You feel his piercing eyes all over your body, and when you finally look at him again, there is a small smirk on his face.

This guy is trouble.

But you always loved a good train wreck. 

The brothers are already walking away when you run towards them, expertly moving in your high platform boots.

“Wait!” your voice was loud in the dead silence of the cemetery. Both brothers turn to you, eyebrows raised. “I’ll come with you.”

Sam looked about to argue, probably ready to tell you a hundred reasons why it would be dangerous for you to tag along. 

“Sure.” Dean says, and you send him a pleased smile that makes his smirk grow. Sam turns to him in disbelief, and he simply shrugs. “What? The spirit clearly likes her. If it is still there, she will keep it from attacking us.”

Sam clearly doesn’t buy his excuse, but you’re just happy to go with them.

“I just want to make sure they’re gone, and thank them.” You throw Sam a pleading look, and he simply sighs and shakes his head. 

You end up tagging along.

You get to the house in a few minutes. It was clearly old, Victorian style and everything. There was ivy covering big parts of the outside, windows broken from times when people would break in, gloomy clouds of fog seemed to loom around it.

“And you like to spend time here because…?” Dean teases you. You throw a playful glare at him that makes him chuckle. 

“So you hunt demons and ghosts and whatnot but I can’t enjoy hanging out in an old house?”

Both brothers snort, but as you approach the front door, they both pull out guns. You jump at the sight, stopping in your tracks from the shock.

Dean notices, and he takes a step closer.

“These are filled with rock salt. They won’t kill a human, but they will keep ghosts at bay.” You nod, feeling a little more calm. You were always anti-gun, but you had to admit that the sight of Dean with the gun in his hand, his focused eyes, and his dark expression was definitely an attractive one. 

In a second, Dean was turning around and grabbing a metal bar from god knows where. He hands it to you, and you grab it with a confused look on your face. 

“Do… ghosts hate metal?” You ask with a small smile, making Dean chuckle.

“Iron, specifically.” He corrects, and you store the information carefully. You were trying to act normal, but the little girl in you who would spend hours reading Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark and watching gothic horror movies at a way too early age is screeching inside of you. “Stay behind me, I will protect you. But if something goes wrong, swing this at the spirit and you’ll be fine.”

Dean’s reassurance was sweet, so you take a deep breath and follow them inside the house.

Everything seemed to be just as you left it a week ago, the last time you had stayed in there, before any of the killing had happened. The house was dark, lonely, peaceful. There was dust and spiderwebs everywhere that you never cleaned up, because this place was just as yours as it was the spiders’. 

When the door closes behind you, you are left in pure darkness. Dean is still in front of you, arm extended up in protection. You huff out a laugh, shaking your head and walking around him. 

As soon as you walked into the house, that same warmth and familiar feeling enveloped you. Dean lets out a little sound of protest as you walk forward into the darkness, but you know exactly where you’re going. 

You let your instincts lead you to the drawer where the candlesticks and matches were always stored. By the time you light one of the candles and start walking back to the brothers, Sam already had grabbed a flashlight from his backpack. 

“You shouldn’t wander off like that.” Dean nags at you. On any other occasion, you would’ve rolled your eyes at it. Men trying to be all alpha and thinking you can’t defend yourself was the worst. But you can tell that Dean is different. He wasn’t protective because he thought you couldn’t take care of yourself. Instead, he looked like he was just… too used to people around him getting hurt.

You could see that glimpse in his eyes, one that you recognized too well. The one that only came when you lost one too many people. 

“It’s okay.” You reassure him in a gentle voice, which he looks slightly surprised by. Seriously, how bad do these guys have it? “I know this house, it won’t hurt me.”

The brothers simply throw you an unsure look before all three of you continue to walk around the house. 

“I think we’re good, we burned the right bones.” Dean decides after you walk all throughout the house. There was no sign of anything weird, but that warm feeling was still draped around your shoulders. 

You frown, and while Sam and Dean are distracted looking down at what they called a “EMF”, you slip away into one of the rooms. The iron rod is still in your hand, the other one holding the candlestick in front of you. 

“You need to get out of here.” You almost jump out of your skin at that. Turning around immediately, you’re met with the gentle face of a beautiful woman. She was wearing a long, white slip dress. It looked old, a gothic style to it. Her eyes were wide and hollow, skin pale and feet bare. But the most important part was the fact that she was translucid and glitchy. 

And also the very clear bullet wound on her forehead.

You don’t even gasp, just freeze in your place. The one thing that keeps you from lunging the rod on your hands through her head was the fact that the blanket of warmth and safety around you had only gotten stronger the moment she appeared.

She continues to say something else, but her voice is choppy and she appears and disappears multiple times. 

“I-I’m sorry, ma’am. I don’t understand what you’re saying.” You try talking to her gently.

She disappears and a second later she is standing right next to you. This time you do gasp. 

“Th… k-ngs… husb… lock of h…” She tried again, but it looked like she couldn’t stay corporeal for too long. You frown, trying to understand. 

“A lock? There’s a lock… in the house?” She appears once again in front of you, pouting in disappointment and shaking her head. You open your mouth, trying to guess again, but then something happens. Something that you had never experienced before and hope to never experience again. 

The ghost suddenly surges forward, right into you. For a moment, you feel nothing but icy cold all around you. And then, nothing. You can’t feel anything, and it is as if you’re riding shotgun in your own body. It takes you a second to process that you had just been possessed, and you have to admit, you don’t like it.

You still can see through your eyes, but your body is moving by itself. You don’t feel your hands, or legs, or anything really. You can’t even feel the way the iron bar in your hand very clearly burns the ghost, making her drop it to the floor with a loud ringing sound. 

There was a distant icy feeling, but it was mostly numb. You couldn’t move, or talk, or scream like you so desperately wanted. Instead, you could only watch as your body walked out of the room and towards where the brothers were calling your name.

“Jesus Christ.” Dean sighs in relief when you –or the ghost in your body– walks into the living room. “We’ve been calling for you like crazy. I told you you should–”

“Dean.” Sam interrupts, looking at you with wide eyes. In a mirror right behind his head, you notice how your eyes are empty, hollow, just like how the ghost’s had been. “She- I think she’s possessed.” 

Dean immediately turns towards you with a worried expression, and he points his gun at you. But his eyes show hesitation, and the ghost simply extends one of your hands forward, asking him to wait.

At a slow pace, your body makes its way around the living room to a bookshelf, the brothers’ eyes and barrels never leaving your direction. The ghost grabs a book– no, a journal, and opens it to a specific page.

She takes a step closer to Dean, who keeps his gun up but doesn’t pull the trigger. You watch as you- she- your body? God, this was confusing. 

You watch as your body turns the journal around so Dean can see what’s written in there. You catch a glimpse of the words “husband” and “funeral” and “Mrs. Taylor”. You try to recall where you saw that last name recently, and then it comes back to you. The tombstone you were leaning against, the corpse Sam and Dean had burned. 

Mr. Alexander Taylor.

But most importantly, you find a lock of hair carefully tied with a ribbon at the bottom of the page. 

Oh, you think, that is what she was trying to tell me. The killing spirit is her husband and she has a lock of his hair.

Sam and Dean seem to understand it at the exact same time as you, and Sam quickly grabs the journal and starts to look through his backpack for something, probably his matches.

“Uhm, thank you, I guess.” Mutters Dean while scratching his head, and you wish you could glare at him. 

Really, that’s it?

“We read that you died in a fire soon after your husband’s death.” He continues, looking into your eyes that weren’t your eyes. “So how are you here?”

You can feel the spirit inside of you hesitate, scared.

They’re just trying to help you, so you can finally rest, you think as hard as you can. You’ve taken care of me for years, and I will always be thankful, but it is time you go in peace.

You don’t even know if she can hear you, but it seems to do the trick. She moves her– or your hand and slips something out of your finger. For a moment, you think it is one of your rings, and you are about to protest.

It took a lot of time to find good quality gothic rings in thrift stores just for a ghost to steal one of them. 

But instead, in your hand there’s a ring you had never seen before. You don’t know how it made its way into your finger, but it was beautiful. Silver, with delicate details all around, and three beautiful red gems. 

A wedding ring. 

She hands it to Dean, and you feel your lips twist into a devastatingly resigned smile before the icy cold sensation comes back.

In less than a second, you’re falling to the floor. Your body is shaking, and you’re so, so, so cold. 

Dean quickly throws the ring towards his brother and kneels next to you, hand moving up to rest on your shoulder.

“Are you okay?” He says your name in urgency, and even in between all the freezing, you can’t help but appreciate how nice it sounds. “Hey, look at me. What happened?”

You turn to him shakily, trying to speak but shivering too hard.

“S-she’s gone… the r-room… she-” You try, but your teeth are chattering harshly. Dean quickly slips off his leather jacket and wraps it around your shoulders. 

You are immediately enveloped by the smell of whiskey, and motor oil, and something so dark and musky and somehow sweet that could only be Dean. 

His hands rub up and down your arms, pulling you closer to his chest as you drown in his jacket and shake like a freezing puppy.

“It’s okay, you’re okay.” He murmurs against the top of your head. His arms feel good around you, even as you feel like you’re submerged in ice water. “You can explain it to us later, for now just concentrate on getting warm.”

“I-I don’t wanna get po-possessed ever a-gain.” You somehow manage to get out, making Dean laugh, his chest rumbling against your side.

“Yeah, let’s hope you never do.” You can hear the smile on his words, and it makes you smile too. 

“We should take her to the Impala, Dean.” Sam suggests once he finishes burning the objects. “The house is still cold from the spirits, and we can use the car heater.”

Dean looks down at you as you tremble, pale and still bitterly cold. He nods, leaning back, and you immediately miss his warmth.

“Can you get up, sweetheart?” He asks, hands hovering around you but still letting you try to stand up for yourself. You appreciate it.

You start by kneeling on the floor, and it works out fine. Then Sam offers you a hand in support. You take it, plant your feet on the floor, and try straightening up.

You stay up for about two seconds before your knees give up and you’re falling forward. It is thanks to Dean’s hunter reflexes that you don’t end up face-planting the floor. 

His arms are back around you in a second, and you cling to him for dear life.

“I’m s-sorry.” You mutter as your teeth still chatter. “I-I can’t-”

“It’s okay” Dean says gently, holding you against him with just one arm as he secures his jacket around your shoulders. Before you can get another word out, he’s already picking you up.

You let out a loud shriek as one of his arms wrap around your middle and the other one rests under your knees. Soon enough, Dean is holding you bride-style. And the worst part is, he doesn’t look to struggle at all. His arms are huge under you, and he walks back to his car with you in arms without breaking a sweat. 

The night outside is warm enough that your teeth stop chattering once you reach the parking lot, but you are still shivering and shaking. 

Dean leaves you sitting comfortably in the backseat of his car before sliding into the driver’s seat and turning on the heater as hot as possible. You are sure him and Sam will end up sweating from the warm air, but you appreciate it. 

You sit there in the back of the Impala, brown leather jacket still swallowing you and head resting against the window as Sam and Dean discuss the details of the case, all without knowing that you would spend many more nights just like this in the future. 

And there’s nowhere else you’d rather be.

NOTES: I am still figuring this whole Tumblr thing out, but comment or inbox me if you wanna be on my taglist! (did I do that right?).

[ericityyy]

𝐎𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬

𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: 𝘎𝘦𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘶𝘱𝘴𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘝𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘴, 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘰��𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘥𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘦. 𝘓𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

𝙏𝙧𝙤𝙥𝙚: 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵

𝙏𝙮𝙥𝙚: 𝘍𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧

𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝘾𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 960

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜: 𝘕𝘰𝘯𝘦

𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

One night in the Cooper residence, Georgie was putting his clothes in a bag as his father walked by his room, noticing the actions of his son.

The reason for this? Georgie wrote a letter to Veronica in which he said that he would be a much better partner than her current boyfriend, Dustin, who he found out was much taller than him through his mother.

"Hey," George called out to his son, who has his back turned on his father and is still continuing to put his clothes in a bag.

"Hey," Georgie called back, not facing his father, who was leaning on a door frame.

“Going somewhere?”

“Alaska.” The younger Cooper sighed. “Gonna work on the pipeline.” His southern accent was heard, except there was no playfulness added to it like usual.

“Alaska, huh?" George shook his head a little. “That’s pretty far.” He managed to stutter out, looking at his son’s back.

Georgie, still not paying him any mind, said, “Not far enough, but it’ll have to do.”

George started walking toward his son. "Look, Georgie, I know it feels bad right now, but... I promise it’ll get better.” He went inside the room and leaned on a desk while crossing his arms across his chest.

“How’s it gonna get better?” Georgie shook his head, finally facing his father, an annoyed frown painted on his face. “Veronica thinks I’m a jerk, and everyone in the school’s calling me Lovey Cooper.”

George cringed at the name. “Ooh, that is not a good name.”

Georgie put his pants in the bag, not folded properly. “It doesn’t matter, cause I’m never going back to that school.” His dad called his attention again, making Georgie put his shirt harshly on top of the bag as he flopped down on his bed, facing George Sr.

“You’re a good-looking kid, and you got a big heart.” George looked his son directly in the eyes to make him understand every word he’s saying. “Once we get you on a daily shower schedule, the girls are going to be lining up.” He attempted to joke in order to lighten up the mood, but it didn’t work on Georgie.

“I don’t want girls.” Georgie shook his head, looking at his dad. “I want Veronica.”

“Yeah, maybe you’ll get her, and maybe you won't, but someday you’ll find the woman who was really meant for you.” George did his best to give Georgie hope to not be down. He will find the woman for him someday.

Suddenly, Mary walked by carrying a laundry basket. “You mean like Kathryn Dempsey?”

“Alaska’s beautiful. How ‘bout I go with you?” George smiled tightly at his son, his arms still crossed over his chest.

Georgie frowned at the new name his mother mentioned. “Who’s Kathryn Dempsey?”

“I was 15 years old!” George shouted near the doorway for Mary to hear as he exited Georgie’s room.

That left the teenage boy alone with his thoughts. Another girl? Like hell, there’s another one. Veronica will always be the girl. Georgie shook his head and dumped his bag full of clothes on the floor as he closed the door to his room.

・‥...━━━━━━☆☆━━━━━━...‥・

The next day at school, Georgie mostly kept his head down. Avoiding anyone as much as possible, still feeling humiliated about what happened yesterday. If only he had the choice to not go to school, but one look from Mary Cooper and he was already at the door with his school bag.

Without looking at where he was going, he accidentally bumped into someone causing her walkman to slip from her fingers along with her headphones, “Ah! Dang it.” He heard the girl exclaim quietly.

“I’m so sorry.” Georgie kneeled down at the same time as the girl to pick up her things, “I wasn’t looking where I was— woah.” He finally looked up to see a girl about the same year as him. She was wearing her hair down while her glasses were brushed up on the top of her head.

Brown eyes stared back at him before he was snapped out of it when the girl stood up while taking her walkman back from his hands. “It’s all good, I wasn’t looking where I was going too so no harm done.” She smiled at him, the girl looked down at her wrist where her watch was situated, “Shit, I gotta go, I can’t be late for class.”

Georgie snapped out of it when she turned her back on him and started running toward the hallway while blasting Guns N’ Roses in her ears. (Georgie faintly heard the song Sweet Child O’ Mine when he picked up her headphones.)

“But I didn’t even know your name.” Georgie whispered out when he couldn’t find the girl anymore, “Dang it!” He exclaimed quietly before jumping a little when he saw his little brother beside him, “Sheldon, what the heck are you doin’?”

Sheldon looked at the hallway the girl ran to, “Please avoid bumping into people, you’re causing a scene and I would appreciate it if you would not. It’s unhealthy and unhygienic, then again, I do not expect hygiene from you of all people.”

Georgie rolled his eyes before walking away from his brother, “And please don’t infect Y/N L/N.” That made Georgie halt upon the mention of your name, “She is the only tolerable and smart person here aside from Tam, and me of course. She comes second to smart people in this school.”

Y/N L/N, huh? Georgie continued his walk with a slight smile on his face. Maybe next time, he’ll have a proper conversation with you. Especially when he didn’t even think of Veronica, the moment he saw you.

Other girls. Guess you’re right, dad.

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑’𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄

i know that there’s not much interaction here so i was thinking if i’ll make another part to this. But then again, the trope is love at first sight so i guess that’s the goal.

[amikoroyaiart]

Can you confirm if this is accurate regarding their personalities? 🥺🙏

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09 Ghost: Sassily serious war baby who will laugh hysterically as he watches you scream and writhe in agony. It's his coping mechanism for going through the nine layers of Hell (computers help)

22 Ghost: Literally done with everyone's sh!t and just wants to do his job. Epitome of grumpy and stoic family man who alienates himself from said family because of trust issues. He gets better, though...sorta

09 Soap: Gruff Scottish dad(dy)

22 Soap: The baby brother who can kick ass and chew bubble gum

I can’t confirm or deny because you are free to interpret these characters however you want ☺️

The way I see them is:

22 Ghost looks scary but he is just a dude. He is harsh on the recruits bot because he is mean, but because he wants them to be the best for the sake of their survival. He is a good leader and in his free time maybe he reads some books, listen to Linkin Park on his walkman.

22 Soap seems like a sunshine but if you say one bad word about anyone from 141 you are dead to him. He is very protective of his friends. Loves to paint in his sketchbook.

09 Ghost is a loner but he is a damn good leader. He is not very good with socializing but he will have your back always. Has anger issues but he is working on that. Pair him with Roach and there is no braincell left. MacTavish lost count at how many laptops he destroyed.

09 Soap is a gentleman. I have this hc that he was raised only by his mother. No siblings. Cares a lot about his team. Saw Simon in Ghost from their first mission and never let that man distance from him.

Those are some of my personal headcanons but like I said, everyone can interpret these characters however they want 🥰

[willowswoodedgrove]

Things you could manifest part 1

Clothes ! Specifically I’m thinking that you could manifest whole outfits, or you could just manifest key pieces that could make up multiple outfits

Old tech !!! If you’re into older stuff like I am, you could manifest cassettes, a walkman, or an MP3 player. Personally I plan to get an MP3 player to download all of my favorite subs I make onto, so in the case my channel gets taken down, I’ll always have my stuff.

Merch for your favorite fandom or characters

Gift cards for your favorite café

Stickers ! Everyone loves stickers :D

New blankets or bedding

Snacks !!! Everyone could use a snack every now and then :)

Being able to completely redecorate your room, like painting the walls a new color, or getting a new bed frame

Supplies for a hobby you have, like ingredients if you like to cook, or stationary if you like drawing and writing

New friends or just more cool people in your life !

Plushies !!! Can’t have too many plushies

The health and happiness of a family member, a friend, or even a pet

Cool art prints !

That’s all I have for right now !! Hope to have more ideas soon ! <3