#Shees Park

[karakulialiny]

Remember how I showed you the fifth Divine Beast on Day 10? Then, it was just a remade character, invented by another person. Now, I am ready to present to you Divine Beast completely created by me. Meet Van Shei (derived from Sheik) - the beast of the Sheikah, who is guardian of dueling peaks (he is based on Shee twins, that's why he has two heads).

Length - 400 meters

Standing height - 200 meters

In the second season, Maz Koshia (this is my first drawing of him, by the way) will try to take control of him. Have questions? Welcome to askbox on @welcome-to-hyrulepark

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[queenimmadolla]

could you write something where reader has a nightmare and eddie comforts her after she wakes up in a cold sweat all panicky? i struggle with them :(

i’m so sorry baby, it’s late for me here, but i still wanted to get this out for you tonight. i hope it can offer you some comfort ♡

Save You

masterlist • could be read as a sequel to out of touch in harmony

took some inspiration for the angst from save you by the moxy. you should give it a listen while you read.

summary: the nightmares that plague you are no match for your boyfriend.

warnings: angst/comfort w/happy ending, non-canon compliant, ptsd, anxiety, and grounding mechanisms

Your chest felt tight, like your lungs weren’t expanding enough to properly inhale and exhale, but you couldn’t stop running. 

Where was he?

“Eddie!” You shrieked as you slammed the front door of his trailer open. Everything looked so wrong. The setting was the same, the couch in its right place and all of Wayne’s mugs and hats about, but the atmosphere was so cold and lonely. Empty. 

Just as the drama room where Eddie held Hellfire sessions had been, seemingly moments earlier. When you couldn’t find him there, you’d immediately made a run for the trailer and got there much faster than should have been possible.


But he wasn’t there, either!

“Eddie?” You called again, pushing the door to his bedroom open. His things were there, his guitar in its place above the mirror, but again, something felt terribly wrong with the atmosphere. 

No Eddie.

Your breathing began to get heavy, chest heaving with your desperate attempts to breathe and keep from having a panic attack as the fear coursed through your veins like a nasty saline solution.


You weren’t scared about what could happen to you. You were scared about what happened to Eddie. He’d made it out of the Upside Down, you had pulled his broken body through the gate with everyone else’s help, you remembered it, he survived, he lived so where the fuck was he and why did you have this terrible fucking feeling like you were suddenly alone in the world?

The trailer you practically called your own home became suffocating without him in it, unbearable like the weight on your chest. You had to keep looking.

You had to find him, no matter what.


Turning, you burst out the way you came, only you weren’t faced with the trailer park. You were suddenly in front of Lover’s Lake. One of the places Eddie took you when the world became too loud and too much.


There wasn’t a single sound. No birds chirping, no leaves rustling. The water was still. It was wrong again.

The hot tears that had been threatening to fall, finally cascaded down your cheeks. You didn’t try to stop them as you took a step forward. 

Maybe you’d dreamt it. Maybe you hadn’t been able to get him help in time. Maybe he died down there and now you were all alone, without the one person who mattered to you more than anything else.


“Eddie?” You sobbed out, voice broken as you crumpled to the ground in agony when silence was your only answer.


Your eyes snapped open to stare at the nightstand, eyes focusing on the empty cigarette tray as you startled yourself awake, your breaths shallow and quick.


You pushed yourself up off your stomach, turning to check the other side of the bed where Eddie lay, mouth slightly open as he slept. You must have ended up rolling away from him sometime while you were asleep. That’s always when you had the nightmares; whenever you weren’t entangled with him.

But that’s all it was, just a nightmare.


You had them almost every night and you still couldn’t break out of them.

“It was just nightmare.” You whispered to yourself, trying to will your tense body to relax.


Your shirt—well, Eddie’s technically—was sticking to your skin, and you winced, uncomfortable with the cold layer of sweat coating your body.

That wasn’t important.


Instead, you focused your attention on Eddie. Watching his marred chest rise and fall with his breaths. Carefully, you reached out to pull the sheets down to his hips, just so you could make sure it wasn’t your eyes playing tricks on you. He was alive. He was okay. 

You hadn’t lost him.

With the realization dawning on you, it all became too much. The relief, the panic, the terror, they were all hitting you at once; crushing you.

Quietly, you rose from the bed and tiptoed your way to the bathroom, grabbing another shirt from his drawer as you went.

You knew where this was heading and you also knew Eddie needed his sleep; while he was almost fully recovered from his ordeal in the Upside Down months ago, he still wasn’t sleeping too great. The scars on his body were still tender, meaning you couldn’t lay on him, which he despised. He needed you cuddled up to and on him, and so did you. You’d been sleeping pressed next to him, instead. Not nearly enough to satisfy the both of you, but you took what you could get, just happy Eddie was still alive and still yours.

The shower you took was anything but comforting as you silently wept.

You couldn’t even tell if the water was hot or cold, your mind far beyond your body, just thinking about how lonely it was without him. How lonely it would be if you had lost him.

He was so fucking good, and everyone in this shitty town had no idea because they didn’t want to know. If he had died. . .your breathing picked up again as a new wave of tears hit you.

He had almost died for them and it pissed you off they didn’t even know, they weren’t grateful and they didn’t care. Even if they did know about all the paranormal shit going on, they’d all still probably be against him. All they had wanted to do was attack him, his character, and everything he cared about. They didn’t deserve him. They didn’t deserve to be saved, you didn’t care what happened to the people like Jason Carver.


When you had thought Eddie wasn’t going to make it in the hospital, you got desperate. Dustin had managed to get word of his conscious state to you just in time, you had collapsed to your knees on the porch of the Creel Manor, clutching the TRC to your chest as you cried, just moments short of begging Vecna to make a deal and take you instead.


You’d managed to save him from the monsters in the Upside Down, and you’d be damned if you couldn’t protect him from the ones in the real world, too.

If only your subconscious would stop torturing you with an alternative reality that could have very much been your own, had you not deterred from the plan.


Warm hands enveloping your shoulders pulled you from drowning in your own anguish and you turned away from the shower head to seek comfort in Eddie’s embrace.

He pressed kisses to your forehead, pulling your naked body right up to his.


“Hey—hey. Its okay. I’m here, baby.” He mumbled into your hair, a hand rubbing comforting circles over the wet skin of your back. “I’m not going anywhere, I promise.”

You nodded, but couldn’t stop the tears as you whispered, “I looked everywhere, but I couldn’t find you again.”

Eddie knew about the nightmares, woke up to you staring at him with wet eyes more often than not and it always shattered his heart.

“Never gonna leave you, sweet girl.” His kisses moved from your head to your cheeks, lifting your chin with his thumb and forefinger so his lips could chase the tears and fear away. He’d always be there to chase them away.

“You remember our game?” He gently reminded you, tucking a few strands of wet hair behind your ear before leaning in to press a kiss to your lips.

You sniffled, head nodding as you stared up into his loving, brown eyes. 


“Here and now, baby. C’mon,” He encouraged, “Gimme something. Hit me with anything.”

You take a deep breath, gaze shifting around the shower as you tried to come up with something that happened today, or rather yesterday since it was already the early morning hours. It was a game of sorts that Eddie thought up for you to keep you grounded in the present.


“You left the toilet seat up, I dunked.”

Eddie bit his lip in a failed attempt to hide his smile. “Sorry, about that, honey.”

“And you let me convince you to chase fireflies.” He’d been trying to catch them but it was a lot harder than people made it seem, and he knew he looked stupid running around the woods surrounding Lover’s Lake, chasing after those stupid bugs but he’d make a complete fool of himself any time, any place, any day to hear you laugh and see you beaming like you had been.

He chimed in, “And you caught one for me.” 

You had and effortlessly, too. Just trapped it in a jar without even having to chase it before presenting it to him while kneeling on one knee.


You’d both released it, not keen on letting the creature die in glass confinement, but the gesture was so romantic that he just had to have you in the van right after. And then again in his bed last night.


“I’d catch anything for you.” You mumbled, and then said a little louder. “Even a case.”

“Alright, spitfire.” It had the desired effect, Eddie laughed and reached behind you to turn the shower off. “I’d commit several crimes for you, too. Pretty sure I already have.”


He stepped out of the shower, retrieving a towel to dry the little bit of water off his body before focusing on you, and if he payed extra close attention to drying certain areas on your body, you didn’t object.

Once you were dry, and moisturized, he helped you slip his Whitesnake t-shirt on, ignoring the fire igniting low in his belly at the sight as he watched you climb into your spot on the bed. You abandoned it the second he settled in to curl up against him.

“Can you give me one more, honey?” His hand slid under the back of your shirt to rest against the smooth skin of your back, rubbing circles so gentle and comforting that your eyelids started to droop. It was your favorite physical gesture from him.

You hummed, raking through your brain for another memory from the day, you had to pick wisely if it was gonna be the last one for the night. Or early morning. It was still dark out but you knew it was past midnight.


“You looked so pretty this morning, it was right after my ass dunked into the toilet seat, and I was gonna yell at you but you were sitting outside, reading Lord of the Flies and smoking”, weed, he was trying to kick cigarettes after everything that happened in the Upside Down, and with your fear of losing him, he decided it was best to cut out factors that might make that a reality. “You looked so peaceful and I couldn’t stop thinking about how much I love you.”

He didn’t respond immediately. You had thought he fell asleep until he pulled you halfway on top of him.

You yelped in surprise, trying to keep your weight off of him. “Eddie!”

“Fuck the scars, I’ll be fine. Just let me hold you. Please.” His voice was hoarse, and you cautiously let your weight settle onto him as he cradled your body against his.

“I love you so much. I promise you, I’m not going anywhere. Not without you. And I know the nightmares won’t just stop, that you can’t control them or the thoughts in your head, but I’ll be here to chase them away. I’ll get Dustin and his friend with the shaved head to open a portal or whatever the fuck it was—’’

“A gate.”


“—A gate, thank you, into your dreams so I can hop right in. You saved me, I save you.”

You curled further into him, head nuzzling into the crook of his neck as you inhaled his scent. He smelled like home. “Mm, I love you so much, but no. I save you, and you don’t do anything that puts you in peril again. Deal?”

“Deal. Still hopping into your dreams, though.”

And he did. This time, you found him waiting for you at the Lake.


[fairycheol]

STILL MONSTER ; PARK SUNGHOON

prologue: the story of us

masterlist next

pairing: vampire!sunghoon x ???fem!oc

content warning: angst, blood and gore, mentions of murder, death, guilt, slight religious themes

Sunghoon could feel his knees growing weaker by the second. He struggled to catch his breath and the rain that continued to pour from the skies seemed to weigh him down the longer he stood there. Were the angels up above weaping just as he was?

For a while it was nothing but silence flowing through his ears, the sound of multiple boots stepping onto muddy grass brought him to the realization that he was no longer alone. His 6 brothers now stood behind him, the leader of this group stuck his shaking hand out to him, letting his name fall from his lips in hopes of comforting Sunghoon.

His words land on deaf ears as Sunghoon drops to his hands on knees over the body of the girl he had grown to love, shielding her bruised and bloody form from the harsh temperatures of the rain.

The brothers can only watch as Sunghoon’s body shakes with a force strong enough to cause an earthquake, choked sobs leave his mouth in such an agonizing way, it makes you want to rip your heart out.

Just like they had done to her.

“H-how… how could someone be so cruel…” the brothers for a minute perk their heads up, assuming the broken boy was talking to them,

“My love, how could someone be so cruel, as to take you away from me and this life you never truly experienced.” Multiple heads fall back down in silence.

Sunghoon lifts a hand up to the face of his lover, brushing away loose strands of her hair to make it look as clean as it did the morning he first saw her.

He licks his thumb and makes an attempt at removing the blood from her purple lips and cold cheeks. With shaky hands he lifts her from the ground, placing her on his lap with her head being supported by his shoulder.

He presses his face against hers, feeling her cold skin sear into his warmth. He hums a tune as he rocks her back on forth in his arms. He adjusts the ripped shirt she wears and straightens out the bloody skirt that moved up her legs with every movement he made.

He fixes the ring that sits atop her finger and only then does he realize, she was dressed in the clothes he had bought for her.

Shee was on her way to see him, but never made it.

“Sunghoon-ah…” his head moves up to spot Jungwon, his younger friend and leader of the group, crouched in front of him with a look of sadness etched into his features,

“you need to let go.” Jungwon reaches out a hand to take the girl from him but Sunghoon retaliates. Aggressively grabbing his wrist and shoving it away from her.

Sunghoon shakes his head “i’m not letting go. never.”

“Sunghoon” this time a new voice chimes in. Jay.

“Sunghoon listen carefully,” there’s an eery silence that follows.

“they ripped her heart out, we have no way of saving her and you know it. we need to put her to rest.” Jays features display a look of desperation, he cant handle seeing his friend suffer.

At those words Sunghoon lets out an aggressive growl, pulling the girl closer to him. He couldn't even fathom the idea of saying goodbye forever. He refused.

"We know you don't want to say goodbye, but think about what she would want." this time its Heeseung, the oldest of the group, who speaks to him.

With a sickening realization Sunghoon knows that if she could talk in that very moment, she'd tell him to do the right thing and let her go. but he cant.

His moment of complete distraction gives enough time for Heeseung to take the girl into his own arms. he carefully lifts her into a bridal position and begins to walk towards a burial site they prepared.

The remaining members hoist Sunghoon up by the arms and assist him in walking, taking note of his blank expression.

The burial site is one that makes Sunghoon's knees buckle. a cherry blossom tree sits high and mighty atop of a hill Sunghoon knows all too well. His first everything happened in this very spot. The wind blows harshly against the tree, an old wooden swing that hangs from one of the heavier branches moves itself back and forth in silence.

As Heeseung begins to lower the girl into the hole they dug for her Sunghoon breaks free from the grasps of his friends and makes an attempt at taking her back into his arms.

"I’ll do it. I know I can do it, and I promise I won’t try and run away just please let me do this.” He’s aware Heeseung doesn’t trust him to go through with the burial but the desperation in his eyes is enough to make Heeseung feelbad, so he hands the girl back over to him.

With heavy footsteps Sunghoon approaches the grave. Kneeling down onto one knee, and then the next, he sets the girl down.

“This won’t be the end of us, you know that sweetheart?,”

“In every life I live I will always find you and in one of those lives we’ll get the happily ever after we deserve. I promise.”

With a heavy heart and tears running down his face Sunghoon kisses his girl one last time. The bittersweet moment ends when he’s pulled away from her. Her hands falling loosely out of his own.

And as he walks down the hill, away from where everything started. He never looks back.

[twentysnoir]

Especial KRP — Sobrenomes Coreanos

Cansado de Lee? Kim? Seo? Song? Choi? Hwang? Park? Abaixo do "Read More" você vai encontrar alguns sobrenomes mais incomuns que pode usar em seus personagens coreanos.

Ah, A (아 - A)

Ae (애 - É)

Ban, Bahn, Van, Vahn, Pan, Pahn (반 - Ban)

Beon, Bun, Buhn, Veon, Vun, Vuhn (번 - Bón)

Beom, Bum, Buhm, Veom, Vum, Vuhm (범 - Bóm)

Bo, Vo (보 - Bô)

Bok, Vok (복 - Bôc)

Bong, Vong (봉 - Bông)

Boo, Bu, Voo, Vu (부 - Bú)

Bi, Vi, Bee, Vee (비 - Bi)

Bin, Been, Bean, Vin, Veen, Vean (빈 - Bin)

Bing, Beeng, Ving, Veeng (빙 - Bing)

Da (다 - Dá)

Dam (담 - Dam)

Dan (단 - Dan)

Dang (당 - Dang)

Dae, Dai (대 - Dé)

Dok, Dock (독 - Dôc)

Dokgo, Dokko (독고 - Docô)

Don (돈 - Dôn)

Dong (동 - Dông)

Dongbang (동방 - Dôngbâng)

Deung (등 - Dûng)

Deungjeong, Deungjung (등정 - Dûngdjóng)

Eogeum, Uhgeum, Ugeum (어금 - Ógûm)

Eun (은 - Ûn)

Eum (음 - Ûm)

Hak, Hahk (학 - Rác)

Hae (해 - Ré)

Hyeong, Hyung, Hyoung (형 - Rióng)

Ho, Hoh (호 - Rô)

Hwa, Hwah (화 - Ruá)

Hwangmok (황목 - Ruangmôk)

Hwangbo (황보 - Ruangbô)

Hoo, Hu (후 - Ru)

Ja, Jah (자 - Já)

Jeom, Jum (점 - Djóm)

Je, Jeh (제 - Djê)

Jegal, Jekal (제갈 - Djegál)

Jeo, Juh (저 - Djó)

Jong (종 - Djông)

Jwa, Joa, Jua (좌 - Djuá)

Jeung (증 - Jûng)

Kangjeon, Kangjun, Gangjeon, Gangjun (강전 - Gangdjón)

Ka, Ga (가 - Ga)

Kal, Gal (갈 - Gal)

Kam, Gam (감)

Kan, Gan (간 - Gan)

Kae, Gae (개 - Gué)

Kyun, Kyeon, Kyoun, Gyun, Gyeon, Gyoun (견 - Guión)

Kyung, Kyeong, Kyoung, Gyung, Gyeong, Gyoung (경 - Guióng)

Kye, Gye (계 - Guiê)

Kok, Gok (곡 - Gôc)

Kwan, Gwan (관 - Guân)

Kwok, Gwok (궉 - Guóc)

Kyo, Gyo (교 - Guiô)

Kuk, Guk, Kook, Gook, Kuck, Guck (국 - Guc)

Kung, Koong, Gung, Goong (궁 - Gung)

Kwok, Gwok, Kweok, Gweok (궉 - Guóc)

Keun, Geun (근 - Gûn)

Keum, Geum (금 - Gûm)

Ki, Gi, Kee, Gee (기 - Gui)

Kil, Gil (길 - Guil)

Lin, In, Rin, Leen, Een, Reen (인 - In)

Man, Mahn (만 - Man)

Mangjeol, Mangjul (망절 - Mangdjól)

Mae (매 - Mé)

Maeng (맹 - Méng)

Myung, Myeong, Myoung (명 - Mióng)

Mo, Moh (모 - Mô)

Mok, Mock (목 - Môc)

Myo (묘 - Miô)

Moo, Mu (무 - Mu)

Mubon, Moobon (무본 - Mubôn)

Muk, Muck, Mook, Moock (묵 - Muc)

Mi, Mee (미 - Mi)

Nan (난 - Nan)

Namgoong, Namgung, Namkoong, Namkung (남궁 - Namgung)

Nang (낭 - Nang)

Nae (내 - Né)

Noi, Nwe (뇌 - Nê)

Ok, Ock (옥 - Ôc)

On, Ohn (온 - Ôn)

Ong (옹 - Ông)

Pan, Pahn (판 - Pan)

Paeng (팽 - Péng)

Pyeon, Pyun, Pyuhn (편 - Pión)

Pyeong, Pyung, Pyuhng (평 - Pióng)

Po, Poh (포 - Pô)

Pyo (표 - Piô)

Pung, Poong (풍 - Pung)

Pi, Pee (피 - Pi)

Pil, Fil, Peel, Feel (필 - Pil)

Ra, La, Rah, Lah (라 - Lá)

Ran, Lan (란 - Lan)

Rang, Lang (랑 - Lang)

Ryeo, Ryuh, Lyeo, Lyuh (려 - Lió)

Roe, Loe, Roi, Loi, Rwe, Lwe (뢰 - Lê)

Sa, Sah (사 - Sá)

Sakong, Sagong (사공 - Sagông)

San, Sahn (산 - San)

Sam, Sahm (삼 - Sam)

Sang, Sahng (상 - Sang)

Seomun, Seomoon, Suhmun, Suhmoon, Sumun, Sumoon (서문 - Sómún)

Seonu, Seonwu, Seonwoo, Seonoo, Sunu, Sunwu, Sunwoo, Sunoo (선우 - Sónú)

Seob, Sub, Seop, Sup, Suhb, Suhp (섭 - Sób)

Sobong (소봉 - Sobông)

Soo, Su (수 - Su)

Sun, Soon (순 - Sun)

Seung (승 - Sûng)

Si, Shi, Xi, See, Shee, Xee (시 - Xi)

Tak, Tahk (탁 - Tác)

Tan, Tahn (탄 - Tan)

Tang, Tahng (탕 - Táng)

Tae (태 - Té)

Uh, Eo, Eoh (어 - Ó)

Wan, Wahn (완 - Uán)

Wang, Wahng (왕 - Uáng)

Wun, Un, Woon, Oon (운 - Un)

Wi (위 - Uí)

Ya, Yah (야 - Iá)

Yeop, Yeob, Yup, Yub, Yuhp, Yuhb (엽 - Iób)

Yeong, Young, Yung (영 - Ióng)

Ye, Yeh (예 - Iê)

Yo (요 - Iô)

Yong (용 - Iông)

Yook, Yuk (육 - Iúk)

[shelbgrey]

Bones Halloween Special

Paring: Lance Sweets x Hodgins!Reader x others(Platonic)

Summary: y/n Hodgins and her friends go to a haunted attraction for Halloween and they find something unexpected but not surprising for them.

A/n: this is a re-telling of an old greys anatomy fic I wrote, hopefully this one is better.

MasterList

Halloween was among us, I for one loved the holiday but with our job every day was Halloween. When I was a kid I loved dressing up and watching horror movies. None of my friends really cared for Halloween expect maybe my brother Jack and my fiance Lance.

But the last few years our group of friends started a tradition where we'd go to someone's house and watch a bunch of horror movies and eat junk food.

When we all got off work we headed to Temperance and Booth's house. While me, Cam and Angela were getting snacks, Jack and Lance were looking for movies.

While everything was getting set up we waited for the other guests while Booth and Aristoo watched the news for some reason.

“why are you watching the ne-”

“shh” Booth said cutting me off and turned the volume up. There was a lady standing infront of a haunted house on the TV.

“Tonight's is the opening night of DC's Great Balls of Fire, a haunted attraction that has caused some controversy in recent weeks drawing from local urben ledgends and actual serial killers... One maze is actually based on H. H Holmes, is this in poor taste, of just good old fashioned fun?”

Booth sighs and turns off the the TV. “sounds like just a bunch of over sensitive a-holes trying to shut down everyones Halloween fun”

“but if these are based off actual murders around here they could have families” Cam said. “hell, we probably solved a couple of them” I added.

“dude... What if it's haunted? Like haunted haunted” Jack said getting excited, Temperance was quick to rain on his parade. “actually, it's not possible for paranormal activity”

“well, we should still go” I said putting the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table. Angela rolled her eyes and stood up as the air fryer dinged “I'm gonna get the pizza rolls”

“I'll go with you” Cam added

“Aw, common Ang” Jack called out.

Not a second later Angela’s screams erupted through the houses then a cash sound followed along with what sounded like Cam's cackles. We all looked over to where the sound came from, confused. Angela came racing in shaking while Wendell followed, rubbing his head. He had crumbs in his hair and red sause on his face from the pizza rolls.

“What happened to you?” I asked, chuckling.

Wendell turned around and looked at Angela. “You hit me in the head with an air fry basket” Angela whipped back around. “Well you snuck up on me, what do you expect?”

“Where's the pizza rolls?” Lance joked as Angela sat down next to Jack with her arms crossed, Jack chuckled and wrapped his arm around her. “Aw, come on babe, it's Halloween everyone's entitled to a good scare”

“so we going or what? It'll be alot more entertaining than y/n and sweets' horror movie collection” Booth joked. “hey..” me and Lance both said.

“going where?” Wendell asked. “The Halloween amusement park thing just outside of the city” Cam said.

Temperance rolled her eyes. “it's just a bunch of cheep rides and haunted houses that aren't even scary. It's a waist of time”

“you scared Bones?” Booth teased, she just rolled her eyes. “with the stuff we see everyday nothing should faze us now”

“soo...” me and Lance both said looking at everyone.

“Sure, why not” Jack said looking at everyone for confirmation. “you in Wendell?” he nodded.

“cam? Arastoo?” I asked turning to the couple. She nodded with a big smile. “I've been in for a while.”

“yeah, it should be fun” Arastoo nodded.

“Come on Bones, it'll be fun” I said. Temperance soon gave in with a smile. Shee nodded making everyone cheer.

After transportation planning and a few extra details we all separated into three cars and headed out.

~~~~~~~~(.......)~~~~~~~~

“we made it!” me and jack cheered as the the both of raced in leaving the group behind.

“wait up guys! We still need tickets!” Angela shouted making us sighed and walk back.

The line was long but thankful we were towards the front. “lot of weirdos” Cam mumbled. A guy in a clown costume that was behind her and Temperance in line tried to scare them, It didn't work. Temperance didn't even flinch and Cam rolled her eyes.

“boo, so scary” Cam said sarcastically, Arastoo put his arm on her shoulder turning her away from the clown. Booth wrinkled up his nose and subtly moved closer to me and Lance.

We all finally got in with our VIP passes and the place was a sight to see to say the least. Before we set off Lance came up to me with a creeped out expression as he took my hand.

“Sweets we just got here, what's the problem?” Booth asked. He looked around a shivered.

“please tell me the ticket guy licked his lips at all of you and not just me?” I scrunched my noise up in discussed and Booth started laughing.

“would it make you feel better if is said yes?” I asked sweetly, his looked slightly annoyed now. “no, because I don't want so random dude doing that to my fiance” I chuckled which made a smile creep on his face.

“come on, let's have some fun” I said as all of us set off to explore the place.

Booth looked over to Temperance who just looked around slightly board but still trying to look like she was having fun. “this really isn't your thing, is it?” I asked her.

She shrugged with a smile. “I'm just happy to do something with Booth and you guys” Booth was about to lean down and kiss her head, but a guy in a clown costume scared us. Booth jumped in to Temperance's arms and Lance flinched and held on to me, me and Temperance both laughed.

“okay, that was fun” Temperance laughed. I chuckled and pulled Lance along to catch up with the other.

“haunted house?” Wendell asked. We all agreed making our way in. Arastoo and Cam went in first cleaning to each other. The first guy that popped out was bloody, cannibal like doctor making Angela jump into Jack's arms with fear.

She pushed him away like nothing happened. “and... That's just insulting” Temperance said pointing at the doctor as she walked by with Booth.

Strob lights and blood surrounded us as we walked into a canbilist farm themed room. The place was based off. The text chain saw mascara movies obviously.

“ew, that looks so real” Cam said looking at a dummy that was gutted to piece. I looked at it and decided to screw with her.

“that's probably pig intestines, it's what they used in Day of the dead” I said pointing at the dummy. Arastoo wrapped his arm around Cam and looked at me disgust. “how do you know that?”

“same reason I know that I know they used corn syrup for pigs blood in Carrie” I shrugged and Lance wrapped his arm around my waist.

Next we walked into a pitch black room. “okay... Something is gonna pop out” Angela mumbled clinging to Jack.

“hello?” Temperance yelled.

“they aren't gonna respond” Booth said as he looked around.

Strob light suddenly turned on and a bloody clown, taller then Booth came charging at us with a ax. Booth screamed and ran for it while Temperance laughed.

The final room was a back room full of maquines with wolf masks. “one of you are real” Lance mumbled. We successfully made it to the other side without getting scared which made Angela feel confident to walk through. As she went one of them moved and grabbed her scream bloody murder.

She ran out with Jack and the rest of us chacing her.

“that was so badass!” Jack cheered as we made it out to the end. Me and jack high-five then turned to our friend group, everyone seemed shaken up except Temperance.

After that we hit the cheeply made games. Booth and I went up agint each other while Lance and Jack went to a ring toss booth. Surprisingly I won and I wasn't gonna let Booth forget it. “yes! Suck on that!” he laughed and gave me the win.

“here you go” Lance said from behind me. I turned around to find my fiance Holding a little fox plushie he won. I smiled and thanked him with a quick peck on the cheek.

Angela, Cam, and Arastoo then came back with giant preziles and funnel cakes. “What did we miss?” Arastoo asked handing me my funnel cake.

“y/n whipped Booth in a Shooting game” Jack laughed. “yes, that's my girl!” Angela said high-fiving me as Lance took the paper plate and ate some of the funnel cake.

The dude running the Booth gave me my prize, which was a panda bear plushie. I thanked him and gave it Lance.

“i saw another haunted house when I was getting drinks... Sounds pretty scary” Cam said. “i think there's alot of clown crap, so it's probably based off IT or something” Arastoo added.

Booth's eyes bugged out in fear from behind me and Lance. Cam noticed and chuckled. No one knew of his fear expect me and Temperance. He reluctantly agreed as we headed off.

“you alright?” Lance asked, Booth pushed his shoulder slightly. “it's your day off Shrink”

“God, I hate clowns” Booth mumbled. Temperance stopped and grabbed his hand. “We don't have to go in if you don't want to... I'll stay out here with you while the others go in” he shook his head and pulled her along.

“no, let's go” Temperance rolled her eyes and tired to stop him but no dice.

We all went to the entrance which was old, rugged door with very scary written on it. “how scary is 'very scary'?” Angela asked walking towards it. I shrugged when she stopped and looked at me for confirmation.

“it's a haunted house Angie” Wendell said opening the door. Cam, Arastoo, and Jack went through first. Angela sighed and walked in with Wendell.

“ladies first” Lance said to me and Temperance. Booth nodded and pushed me forward. “yup, we're gentleman around here”

Me and Temperance rolled our eyes and went in before our husbands. Lance garbed my hand as we walked through a room full of glowing mirrors. The light flashed on and off giving it an eary feeling.

It went pitch black for a few minutes then the blue lights came back on. A Pennywise actor jumped out and pounded on the window. “holy shit!” Booth said grabbing on to Temperance.

“I don't like it here!” Lance added, hiding behind me.

“Awsome” I said as we watched Pennywise run around.

We rounded a corner and ended up in a room full of clown statues and plushies. “oh you got be fucking kidding me” Booth mumbled as he watched every single clown making sure one of them wasn't gonna move. All the clown Dolls then started to shake and their eyes glew as we walked pasted.

As we exited we saw everyone was waiting. “that was very disappointing” Temperance said as we continued to walk around, Booth's eyes bugged out as he tried to recover from his 'trauma'.

“yeah I expected a bit more fear” I said. The others came out after words and Angela looked just as terrified as Booth.

Jack stuck his hands in his pockets and motioned to another attraction. “welp, there one more... Might as well get our money's worth” Angela sighed and followed him.

I tunred to my fiance and my best friend. “you two gonna be alright?” Lance nodded and so did Booth. “as long as there's no more freaking clowns.” he mumbled.

The four of us walked In the last building, it was The smallest one and looked like the haunted mansion from Scooby-Doo. We walked through a couple of hallway that made it feel like an actual Scooby-Doo themed attraction.

It wasn't really scary, meaning it didn't even bother Angela. “I think this is the end” Arastoo said.

As he said that the ceiling started cracking, something fell through making dust fill the area. “that smell is disgusting” Angela gasped as familiar stinch filled our noses.

“that's a rotting corps smell” I said covering my mouth and leaning into Lance.

“that looks really real” Arastoo said making us look down, it was clean skeleton that was stained red. Temperance knelt down and looked at the Skelton. “y/n, do you have your flashlight?”

I nodded and dug it out of my bag, Temperance shined it on the Skelton. “why would they put a real skeleton in a haunted house?” Angela asked.

"who knows, the 60s through the 80s were known to use real skeletons in horror movies” I said shrugging.

Jack took out his phone light and studied the now crime scene. “yup, look here sis” I looked and saw a couple of magets and a few termites.

“it looks like she's been here for almost four days” I said.

“call it in Booth it's real” Temperance said standing up. “looks like a female in her late 20s”

“thank God... Let's call it and get out of here” Booth mumbled and pulled out his phone and left the building, Lance followed pulling out his phone too. As they left a scare actor stopped them. Booth wasn't having it, getting into agent mode.

“Hey, this is a crime scene now” he barked and pulled out his badge. The scare actor's shoulders slumped and he pulled off his mask, he was just a teen.

“really man, I just got this job” the boys ignored him and called the Bureau.

“one normal night... That's all I ask” I sighed and stoped the other visitors before they could see the dead body.

“let's get her back to the lab before it catches too much attention” Temperance said.

The part of the park that we were at got shut down so the FBI could get through. Temperance and Jack left with them to get evidence.

“well that killed the mood” Angela said as we continued to walk after everyone was evacuated from the crim scene. “not really” I said.

“well, I'm beginning to believe this place is haunted” Cam added, I sighed. “well let's get to the lab, we're not going to bed anytime soon”

~~~~~~~~(.......)~~~~~~~~

We spent most of the night cleaning the Bones and checking for injuries. We found out the victim was strangled to death with one of those plastic chains that's used for decoration. The victim was killed and left about three day ago, three days before the Halloween park opened.

Lance came into my office about two hours later with tired eyes. I smiled softly as he plopped down on the couch that was in there. “did you get the killer”

Lance rubbed his face and nodded as I lyed down with him. “it was that kid me and Booth ran into when we were making calls”

“why did he do it?” I asked resting my head on his chest. “he wanted the part the victim had, apparently he worked at the attraction for years and the victim got the job right on the spot”

I shook my head. “the girl was so young”

“all her friends said she was so excited to get the job” Lance said.

We talked until we fell asleep, I don't know for how long but we were suddenly woken up by my brother. “What?”

“you guys should go home, the case is over” I sighed and looked at my watch and saw it was not only the next day but time for work too.

“no because our shift just started” I mumbled and sat up carefully. Lance ground and rolled over and fell back asleep. I let him sleep and went into the lab.

Everyone was setting around with energy drinks and coffee. “I'm starting to hate Halloween” Cam mumbled and downed her coffee.

Jack wordlessly handed me a monster and sat down next to him, as I sipped it the lights went out suddenly.

“son of a bitch!” I sighed and we just set there in the dark too tired to do anything.

[bultaoreunheyyy]

Hoseok's Hayfever

Title: Hoseok's Hayfever

Word Count: 480

Sickie: Hoseok (snz/allergies)

Caretakers: Jungkook & Jimin

“I’m hot,” Jungkook whines.

He’s walking in between Hoseok and Jimin, one arm hooked through each of theirs, practically dragging them down the path. 

Hoseok laughs and untangles his arm so he can rub Jungkook’s back. “We’re almost to the shade, Jungkookie.” 

“I’m melting,” Jungkook emphasizes.

“You’re fine,” Jimin tells him, rolling his eyes.

Suddenly, Hoseok stops walking, and it takes a moment for Jungkook and Jimin to notice. When they do, they both turn around, Jimin wearing a confused expression and Jungkook looking impatient, his lips pushed out into an exaggerated pout. 

“Hyung! Don’t stop now, we’re still–” 

“HTCH-SHI!” Hoseok sneezes, both hands cupped over his mouth and nose, and then sniffles in surprise. 

“Oh.” Jungkook gives it a moment, then waves Hoseok forward. “C’mon, hyung!” 

Hoseok chuckles and starts walking again, but there’s an itch in his nose like he needs to sneeze again. Now that he thinks about it, it’s been there for a while, ever since they got to the park, but it’s been growing in intensity the closer they get to the trees that provide the shade Jungkook is so desperately seeking out. 

He only makes it a few more steps before he has to sneeze again. “hetchsh! hh…hehHH-SHII!”

“Oh, hyung,” Jimin coos in concern. “Are you okay?”

“You need to get to the shade and sit down,” Jungkook decides, as if he isn’t the one who’s desperately trying to get to the shade and sit down. 

Hoseok sniffs sharply and holds back the next sneeze, even though his sinuses are burning now and his eyes are watering. “Sorry,” he says, coughing lightly when speaking makes his throat feel tickly. “I’m okay, just sneezy.” 

Jungkook switches places with him so that he’s in the middle, and he and Jimin lead him towards the nearest tree. Now spurred on by Jungkook’s desire for shade and their concern for Hoseok’s sudden sneezing, they read the shade quickly, and Jungkook flops down onto his back the second they reach the grassy area just off the path. 

As soon as Hoseok sits down next to him, he’s sneezing all the sneezes he’s been holding back and they burst out of him with a vengeance. 

“huh-itchsh! HATCHSH! hhtch-shee! Hahhtch-shuh!”

Jimin squats down beside him. “Something is wrong, hyung. Why are you sneezing so much all of a sudden?”

“It’s not…HATCH-SHI! Not that sudden. Please don’t worry. This keeps happening every time I come outside these d-da-hhh-hetchsh!” Hoseok knuckles under his nose, eyes red and watering. “This keeps happening every time I’m outside,” He finishes. He sniffles and swipes a finger under his itchy nostrils before sneezing again against the palm of his hand. “HPSHSH!”

“I think you have hayfever, hyung,” Jungkook tells him, sitting up and patting his thigh sympathetically. “Just like me.”

Hoseok slumps back against a tree with a weary sigh and one more tired sneeze. “huh-itchsh! Unghh…great.” 

[hauntedwitch04]

Cute ghost

🎃Halloween party🎃  

Dad!Steve Harrington x Mom!Reader x daughter 

Words: about 1.1k words

Warning: fluffy and lovely at the beginning, smut in the bonus and you know smut + Steve Harrington it’s like fireworks 

Author’s note: Day 11 and we are still here. I really had fun writing this, hope you like it!

✒️:   “You are the cutest ghost I have ever seen.”

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"Booh" 

At that scream you startle and turn suddenly to see the most beautiful thing your eyes have ever rested on, and in all honesty you are proud of that since it is largely your own doing. Your daughter seeing through the rather crudely made holes runs off laughing toward her room, closing the door. You can't help but smile and think how lucky you are before following her . 

"Oh my God, was that a ghost? I've never been so scared in my life. It really is the scariest ghost I've ever seen." You say with one hand on your chest in front of the closed door, and you hear her giggle as she slowly opens the door. You continue to smile and play along as you enter the room. 

"Are you here super scary ghost? Please don't hurt me." You say hiding your face with your hands. 

"Ha ha, I played a joke on you, I'm the ghost, mommy!" Yells your daughter taking off the blanket, and showing herself in all her glory and missing teeth. At the age of three she is already as much of a hooligan as her father, though at least she crawled the right way as a child. A few days ago she had decided that she was going to go on Halloween with her uncles-Dustin, Eddie and Robin, and you and your husband Steve-as well as she had decided everyone's costumes. To your friends and you she had imposed the Ghostbusters outfit, while she and Steve would dress up as ghosts. That blanket she had used for the scare was in fact the result of one of their costume fittings the night before. It was just an old sheet to which Steve had cut two eyeholes, but she loved it, like everything her daddy did after all. 

The affection between father and daughter was always obvious to everyone, from the first day where it was understood that you were going to play the role of the bad cop, since she had wrapped it around her little finger. 

"Is it really you? Oh my God and I thought that ugly ghost had eaten you. You gave Mama a big scare you know!" You say laughing and crouching down to her height, but your daughter misunderstanding your words leans forward and wraps her slender arms around your neck. 

"I'm sorry mommy, I won't do it again, I don't want to make you worry." 

"Don't worry sweetheart, I was joking I enjoyed your joke so much." You respond by hugging her. 

At that moment we hear a parking lot in the driveway and we both know exactly who it is. She immediately makes to run to greet her daddy, but I stop her first and with a finger point to the sheet now on the ground and give her a wink. She responds to me with the classic Harrington smile that so made me fall in love with her father, and runs to disguise herself as a ghost again, then goes running to hide behind the door. 

At that moment Steve enters, setting his keys down on the coffee table, and taking off his jacket.

"Girls, I'm home!" He shouts to announce his arrival. You walk up to him and kiss him, putting your arms around his neck, while he is still oblivious to the little ghost who is ambushing him. 

"Hi, honey." He greets you. 

"Hello love, glad to see you again." 

"Where's the baby? Usually she always comes before you to say hello. Is she hurt? Is she all right? Did something happen?" He asks anxiously once you break away from the kiss.

At that moment your daughter decides it's time to attack, and with her usual scream she makes her father jump in fear. He holds you close as he turns to see your daughter, and a smile can't help but arise on his lips. 

"You are the cutest ghost I have ever seen." He says, letting you go and hugging your daughter, who pulls him away and then removes the sheet a sullen, angry face. 

"I don't have to be cute daddy, I have to be scary, real ghosts are scary not cute." She shouts, looking at him evilly. 

"Casper is a ghost and he's cute." He countered. 

"Daddy!" Exclaims the little girl. 

"Okay, okay, you become more and more like your mother every day." At his words you give him a little slap on the back of his head. "Okay I get the cry. You are the scariest ghost I have ever seen." Your daughter smiles at his words, full of pride. 

"Now can I get a hug from my favorite girl?" Immediately your daughter hugs him, and you feel a warmth in your chest at that loving scene and realize how lucky you really are to have a family like this. 

BONUS (as always, hahahah) 

You finally managed to put the baby to bed, and you can breathe a sigh of relief. Steve is already in bed reading a book when you come out of the bathroom, getting ready for the last few things to finally go to sleep. 

Seeing you sitting on the bed, Steve places the book on the nearby nightstand and leans toward you, kissing you on the shoulder. 

You flinch, however, letting him fall into the gap. He widens his eyes not understanding your gesture so you turn toward him and with a fake pouty face look at him.

"What did you expect daddy? Since I am not your favorite girl, how can you expect anything from me." 

He snickers a little, before lowering his gaze and clenching the blanket in his fists because of the nickname you just gave him. 

"Honey, you can't call me that, you know it doesn't end well afterwards." 

"What is it daddy? Don't you like me calling you that? If I'm not mistaken, you liked it last night when you were inside me-" You are interrupted by his lips on yours. 

"Did you close the door?" He asks panting between kisses, and you can't help but nod, since you can't even find the strength to search for words anymore in your mind too clouded with pleasure. 

"Good, because it's time to show Daddy's favorite woman how to behave." He says as his kisses descend on your breasts, since he had already removed your pajamas in zero time.

"My favorite mommy." Kissing your belly. 

"My favorite whore." Kissing your pussy. 

I'd say it's shaping up to be an eventful evening for the older members of the Harringoton family, and who knows, maybe it will give birth to a new member of the clan.

[chezzywezzy]

Yandere Eddie Munson (10/13)

Word count ; 4.1k

*Edited.

Was crime a thing in the upside down? Because, it if was, we just stole four bicycles from nearby neighbors and then Dustin’s. We were racing down the road toward the trailer park in hopes that there was another gate at Eddie’s trailer. We were speeding, and even if it hurt my ankle, I knew I had to keep up. I was in tow with Steve while Eddie was in the lead for the sake of directions. Also, with how adamant he was, I could tell he wanted to get the fuck out.

I’m glad nobody else asked questions about my sophomore year home. It was embarrassing to talk about, even more so than my former - but enormous - crush on Eddie Munson. They were more focused on the fact that the upside down first was created when Eleven showed up.

There was roaring lightning and thunder circulating a very distance home. It made me concerned. The house in question was large and seemingly abandoned victorian-styled mansion. I’d never noticed it before. And yet, it seemed to be in the heart of the raging storm.

We eventually pulled into the trailer park and made it to Eddie’s house. “Right here,” he called seriously.

I stumbled and slowed and almost ran straight into the trailer, but Eddie reached and latched out onto the bike. I fell off and into him, a dull ache resonating all over my body. His hands roamed in attempt to stabilize me and I was appreciative of his efforts.

“That’s gotta be a Guinness World Record. Most miles traveled inter dimensionally,” Robin quipped.

“I inhaled a bunch of crap,” Steve coughed. “It’s stuck in my throat.”

Eddie led us up into the trailer. He swung the door open and we all piled in, only to come face to face with a red, vine portal like before. My heart stopped and I grabbed Eddie in relation. There was so much regret on his filth-stained expression.

“This…” I attempted.

“Is where Chrissy died,” Eddie finished, squeezing my hand reassuringly. “Like, right where she died.”

Robin gulped. “I think there’s something in there.”

Everyone looked more intently as it started moving. Like something was poking. Steve muttered in concern under his breath and I was waiting for some monster to emerge. It kept being pushed at.

And then, all of a sudden, it burst. A yelp escaped my throat, but my fear was quickly replaced with annoyance when I realized Eddie had pushed me further so he could stumble further away from the the explosion. However, I realized it was a large stick break it. More vines fell through and we waited expectantly, slinking further.

A quiet gasp escaped and I couldn’t help but grab at my mouth when I saw, as though they were standing on the roof of Eddie’s normal trailer, Dustin, Max, Lucas, and Erica. “Hi there!” Dustin called, waving cutely.

“Hi,” we all mewled in shock. 

Eddie was grinning like an idiot from beside me, waving back. My heart still beat erratically in my chest, but I’d never been more relieved to see children. Dustin was laughing and Robin was speaking like she was as high a kite. Eddie crouched down to recover, and I couldn’t help but pat the top of his head. His curls were soft somehow, even with everything they’ve been abused by.

Dustin looked so smug as he cheered. “Let’s get you guys out!”

They were off to work while we were left here to squander. I let out a sigh of relief. I assumed ore deaths had arisen if the police hadn’t blocked the trailer off completely. Lucas and Max came into view, hauling in a bare mattress. Immediately, my nose scrunched up in disgust and I sent Eddie a questioning glare.

“Those stains are, uh…” He turned to me expectantly. “I dunno what those stains are.”

I quirked a brow, biting back an insult about how uncouth that mattress was. To be fair I didn’t know what mine looked like underneath either, but I knew with certainty it wasn’t that bad. It was so distinctly yellow and brown and is the only mattress that might be actively molding.

“Not quite sure how this physics works,” Dustin spoke up, stepping onto the mattress with a tied up sheet rope. “But, uh… here goes nothing.”

He threw the end up. It went right through and fell to our side. It was incredible. It pulled on both sides and ended up falling through straight. I tugged at it from our side only to realize it was completely steady. I let out a quiet guffaw as Dustin proudly exclaimed to himself.

“There we go! And if my theory is correct… abracadabra.”

He pulled away and the rope just floated between dimensions. And, even when I put my entire body weight on it, it held. Everyone was staring in amazement and I was no different, a small smile bracing my features.

“This is the craziest shit I’ve ever seen in my life,” Erica commented. “And I’ve seen some crazy shit.”

I was about to take a step back to let someone climb up first, but I felt two hands clamp onto my waist. I let out a quiet squeal as I was lifted up and grabbed at the rope. “Ladies first!” Eddie proclaimed. “Except, uh, I’m after you, so…”

I heard the said ladies groan, and with Eddie’s help, I successfully pulled my body toward the top. With one more pull, I had to resists a scream as I fell through. It was like my entire world was altered because suddenly I was falling and ended up colliding right onto the stained and disgusting mattress.

I was left breathless and fell flat. Dustin grabbed at my arm as I threw the fellow adults a thumbs up. I got up and made way for the others, although Eddie made sure to cut in line, desperate to get out. He did it with a lot more ease than I could ever. 

Eddie’s dumbfounded expression suddenly morphed into pure ecstasy as he fell on his back and sat up instantly. His gaze searched for me immediately and with a wide grin, he panted,” That was fun.”

I offered a hand and helped him up. With Steve’s help, the other three made it out one at a time. I couldn't help but grin, even though it was like everything was slowly beginning to fade. I stop by Eddie’s side, and when Steve plopped through, I became acutely aware of Eddie’s eyes glued to me.

I tilted my head and met them. “What’s wrong?”

His expression morphed into of pure fury and his hand suddenly grasped my shoulder painfully.

“You really think you can use me to forget about what happened?”

I blinked, trying wrench free. But the moment I blinked, it was like everything around me changed. A silent scream escaped as I was suddenly in a living room. It wasn’t quite my old home, and yet, it might as well have been. It was a victorian-styled living room, but I could barely take a moment to examine my surroundings when a beer bottle came hurdling my direction.

A blood-curdling escaped as I dodged, the glass barely grazing my flesh. I was panting furiously, and that’s when I realized, sat in the recliner form home was him. A pack of Coors light was plopped on his lap and he was glaring at me. My father, in all of his ugliness, began lowering the seat.

“You threw out my cigarettes, bitch!” he boomed.

My heart beat erratically in my chest and I looked around. To my left was a hallway that led to a main entrance. I immediately dashed out, only to realize the entire front door was boarded up. There was a direct staircase to upstairs and there was a kitchen to my left. There was also a hallway that led deeper into the household.

I had no extra time to think when I was suddenly grabbed. It was him, but I knew he wasn’t real. That didn’t stop me from wrenched free, even when a beer bottle broke down onto my head. He released me and I fell to the ground, my head feeling so very wrought with - familiar - pain.

Before the man’s foot could step onto me, I rolled out of the way. I clawed myself to the feet and leaned against the wall as I ran. The hallways was so long. And then, I came to the end of it. There was nothing but a ticking clock, its echoes mushing with the profanities that left my father’s mouth as he stomped after me.

It was a complete dead end. I pushed myself back against the wall, eyes glued to the boarded up window.Struck with but one idea, I reached for one. I began pulling, even when the man was only a few feet away.

“You can’t escape me, cunt,” he growled aggressively. “You’re trapped. You always will be. If not with me, then with him —“

One board was free just in the knick of time. I swung it free and it collided with him. By now, my vision was blurry from tears. As he slammed into the wall from impact, I realized its skin was writhing and morphing. It was peeling off with each passing second, only to reveal a foul creature that I could only assume was Vecna. It had pulsing, vine flesh the must’ve been sticky to touch and long, gnarled nails. It held such a calm composure and that even scary me worse.

And when I glanced out past the broken floorboards, it was like everything clicked I place.

With just the flick of his wrist, I was sent flying all the way to the main entrance. I screamed as loud as humanly possible. I was so weak and injured, I struggled to get to my feet. Vecna was silent and slow as he approached, taunting me.  

“I will end your suffering, Y/n.”

His voice was deep and distorted. It almost sounded like a child’s, wrought with a pouting tone. I forced myself to me feet, planning to run, but vines broke through the floorboards and covered every inch. I couldn’t go to the living room or the kitchen or the stairs. And even when Vecna approached, the vines followed. I wanted so badly to run, move, anything.

~~~

“Hey. Hey, Y/n. Y/n, wake up!” Eddie shrieked, shaking the woman vigorously with tears threatening to spill.

“Music! Oh my god, we need music now!” Dustin roared.

Eddie took a step away, panting furiously. Erica ran past him and ran into his room, Robin doing the same. That was enough for Eddie to realize that he had her favorite artists. Of course he did. It’s was Y/n, for christ’s sake. He didn’t care if it wasn’t his genre or taste or if it was even good. If Y/n bobbed her head to a lyric even once, he’d buy it.

And luckily, he knew her favorite song.

All of the children were crowding into the room and Eddie panicked, standing in the doorway. “Everyone out! I need to —“

Dustin and Lucas suddenly froze in place, having thrown open the closet. “You have a shrine? Where the hell did you even get this shit?” Dustin screeched at the top of his lungs, even thugh he was very much not fully aware of his surroundings.

“Yeah, yeah, listen, just move —!”

“You guys need to hurry!” Erica urged.

“Yeah, no shit!” Dustin roared back.

“We’re trying. We can’t find anything!” Lucas agreed.

Eddie pushed them all aside and went to his bed. He pulled out a bin underneath just as Max exclaimed,” What is all this shit?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Eddie sneered, sending a glare her way.

“Where’s the music? Madonna Blondie, Bowie, Beatles? Music! We need music, Eddie!” Robin roared at the top of her lungs, throwing a Metallica record out of its package.

Eddie reached and caught , never having felt ore insulted. He plopped the bin onto the dresser, pushing Lucas and Dustin aside. He couldn’t help it, though, turning to Robin while flailing the disk angrily. 

“This. Is. Music!”

He threw the cassette away aimlessly, too blinded by his worry. He searched the entire box, and then he found it. At the bottom of the bin, it sat. If You Don’t Know Me By Now by Simply Red was there, taunting him. He snatched it up and grabbed the music platter from beside, motioning wildly.

He turned to leave, only to realize that Erica was in the way. “Move, tiny child!” he bellowed, shoving her aside as he left the room.

He slid across the trailer floors, running right into Y/n. His hands trembled and he almost dropped the cassette several times. He kept having to blow some of his curls out of his face. Everyone had returned hopefully, and Dustin in particular took up trying to shake Y/n free from the curse.

“Yes!” Eddie exclaimed, plopped the headphones onto her head.

He started playing and turned it to full volume. The headphone barely prevented the sound from being quiet, and it echoed in the trailer. Everyone was watching expectantly. Eddie shoved the player under his armpit and shoved Dustin aside, much to the boy’s chagrin. He gripped her shoulders tightly, heart beating loudly in his chest. 

“Oh my god, Y/n, please! There’s no way I got this wrong!”

“Why isn’t she waking up, man! I thought you were, like, her stalker or something!” Robin gasped.

Furious, fearful tears pricked at Eddie’s eyes and he grit his teeth. Y/n’s eyes were flitting into the back of her head erratically and all Eddie could do was watch. Everyone fell silent expectantly, and Eddie was so very tempted to change it. Maybe Madonna was a favorite of her’s? Did he get it wrong?

‘Now girl I know the difference between right and wrong. I ain’t gonna do nothing to break up our happy home.’

Eddie’s brows furrowed and a few tears spilled. He wanted to wipe them, but he was afraid that if he let go of the woman before him, she would turn into dust and disappear. He couldn’t lose her. They were destined to be together and after what they went through… earth didn’t deserve to lose its most beautiful, intelligent, perfect —

A gasp echoed and Y/n seized up. Her entire limbs gave up. She would’ve fell, if not for Eddie pulling her into his chest. The headphones fell off, discarded on the floor. She was still trembling and everyone made way so Eddie could pull her over to the couch with him. Eddie’s body was wracked with tremors.

The moment he sat on the couch, Dustin was beside him, grabbing her cheeks. He moved her head, and Y/n was indeed alive. Tears slid down her cheeks and she grasped at Eddie’s jacket. It bunched up in her bruised and filthy fists and everyone gathered around.

“Eddie…!” she sobbed, blinking. “I - I saw…”

“What, sweetheart? Tell me what you saw!” Eddie boom worriedly, clutching her desperately.

“Y/n, what did you see?” Dustin spoke up, shaking her violently.

Eddie nudged him away. Y/n gulped, blinking furiously. She was trying to steal herself. Her mouth fell open, and for a moment, it was like she managed to steel herself. “Dustin,” she whispered, barely audible. Robin was wetting a cold cloth in the kitchen, about to return.

“I saw… him.”

Her head fell back and she was out like a light.

~~~

My eyes fluttered open. I felt something comfortable. I was in a bed and my immediate thoughts went to a hospital. I heard distant chatter and I felt the sunlight peeking through some blinders. I went to turn onto my side, only to become gruesomely reminded of how fucked my body was. I suddenly heard someone scamper when I emitted a low groan.

“Shit…! Hey, she’s awake!”

Eddie. I felt his breath above me, and then I knew Dustin had pushed him away, taking his place. I blinked my eyes open, only to come face to face with a ceiling. I gasped quietly as Dustin’s hand carefully aided me in sitting up. I realized I was in Eddie’s room and that it was probably early morning. 

All of the memories hit me like a truck and I gulped. I wanted to cry because I never wanted to see him again. But I didn’t want to admit to that. It wasn’t the important part. What was important is that I kew where Vecna was without a doubt.

“Hey, Henderson, how are you feeling?” Steve spoke up, taking a step from the crowd of people.

I bit my lip. “Um…” My voice came out in a loud croak. I covered my mouth in embarrassment, already feeling my cheeks burning. “Can I have some water, please? I - I just…”

“Hey, how about we get you out to the living room with everyone else?” Eddie prodded gently, his fingers ghosting over my cheeks in concern.

I nodded, although, as I limp across the room absentmindedly, I noticed that Eddie’s closet was open and that in a tiny bin was many things that I noticed missing from my room previously. However, I paid it no mind. It wasn’t like I was any better back when I had a crush on him. And yes, it is certainly past tense. 

Eddie sat me down on the couch. He sat on one side, and Dustin the other. Both males doted on me in concern, and I almost felt ashamed that I wasn’t over from my ‘childhood’ trauma, even if it only… concluded… no more than two years ago. I was so sad.

A glass of water was handed to me. The children and other adults stood across from me, waiting for me to gather my thoughts. My brain was both racing and empty ad I was struggling with absolutely everything. 

“Um… I - I saw…” Eddie was rubbing the back of my hand with his thumb while one arm was around my shoulders. I couldn’t help but lean against him. “Well, I’m too embarrassed to say. B - but it was Vecna, and he was trying to kill me, and…”

“Y/n?” Dustin spoke up carefully. “Was it him?”

I sucked in a tight breath, shivers rolling down my spine. I nodded slowly. “…Yeah. It was.”

I could feel Eddie’s eye boring into me. I shrunk under his gaze, feeling my cheeks burn up and tear well up in my eyes. “W - well, anyways, I was running, and I was in this house. And I tried to escape but i - it was all boarded up. And I almost died, I think, but… when I looked out the window, I recognized…”

“You know where Vecna stays?” Max drawled. 

“Please, sweetheart. What else did he show you?”

“Where was it?” Nancy prodded.

“D - do you remember that house we biked past? The big one that was abandoned and… it was on our way when we biked here…”

“Victor Creel lived there!” Robin proclaimed. “Do you think…?”

“No. It’s Henry. It has to be.”

“Hey, did you see a clock?” Max inquired carefully.

I nodded. “W - when I was running down the hall from d - Vecna, I ran into a clock. I - it chimed four times and spiders came out, but I didn’t have any time to really… care about it.”

“It was four chimes for me, too.”

“Do you think it’s the amount of gates he needs? Four?” Everyone turned to Lucas, who shrugged. “I mean, Chrissy, then Nancy’s friend, then Patrick, and I bet he was trying to get a sneaky kill on Y/n since Max is, like, super protected.”

Eddie tensed, almost guiltily so. I sent him a strained but reassuring smile, but it did nothing to curb his unease. Everyone was thinking about what Lucas said, and I may not have known much of what was going on, but I believed it. I almost died.

Vecna had raised his claw to my head and it was going to implode, and…

That was enough for a sob to break through and I covered my mouth. Eddie’s arm immediately pulled my head to his chest. He was shaking so much. He was so afraid, and yet, he comforted me anyways. His fingers felt nice against my back. He had taken his jacket and instead replaced it with one of his teeshirts while I Was passed out, I supposed.

“Oh, Jesus Christ. Jesus Christ. It’s the end of the world, isn’t it?”

“Try ‘em again,” Steve demanded anxiously. “Try ‘em.”

The kids, minus Dustin, hoarded around the area of the phone. I wasn’t sure who they were calling, but I hoped it was someone who could, you know, stop the inevitable. It rang a few times, but yielded nothing. Max informed us,” Rang a few times, ad then it went to busy signal.”

“Maybe you punched it wrong —“ Steve insisted.

“I didn’t punch it wrong!”

“Well, I don’t know.”

“I think she knows how to use a phone,” Dustin commented.

“Guys, guys!” Nancy interjected. “Whatever is happening here is connected to what’s happening in Lenora. And are we just overlooking the fact that Y/n knows where Vecna is?”

“Can’t we just let Vecna do his thing?” Eddie groaned. “I mean, no offense, but I am not letting her die just to, like, stop the end of the world —“

“I’m not going die, Eddie. We need to do this.”

He sent me puppy dog eyes. “It’s their business, uh, if they want to play the heroes, but you —“

“Could blast your brains out because I know how to defend myself when I’m not being smothered by a lovable idiot.”

Nancy suddenly turned from the window, determination on her features. “We have to go back in there. Back to the upside down.”

“Whoa, no, no. What?” Steve exclaimed.

“Nope!” Eddie chirped immediately in agreement.

Steve rose to his feet. “Let’s think this through.”

“What is there to think through?”

“We barely made it out of there.”

“Yeah, because we weren’t prepared.” Eddie pulled one hand away, scratching his cheek anxiously. I wiped any remaining tears out of embarrassment. “But this time, we will be. We’ll get weapons and protection. We’ll go through the gate, we’ll find his layer, and we’ll kill him.”

“Or he’ll kill us.”

“Agreed,” Eddie seconded.

“Y/n barely survived one encounter, with whatever she saw! He’s not scared of us.”

Robin rose to her feet, interjecting. “And for good reason. We were wrong about Vecna. Henry. Whatever. Sorry. What are we calling him now?” Everyone tossed out a variety of names, half of them not even being either of the two. It solved nothing, but it sure did waste a nice thirty seconds. “Right. We’ve learned something new about Vecna slash Henry slash anything else that was just said. My - my point is, he’s super powerful. Could turn us inside out with a snap of his fingers. It’s not a fair fight.”

The conversation continued further, and it was like I was in a daze. Not the cursed one. I just thought back to what Vecna took shape as. My father. Gross and malformed and vile. A terrible man. He knew our worst fears and our weaknesses. He had both the brains and the brawn, and all we could hope for was a little brawn.

“…Defenseless? What about the army of bats?”

“True,” Dustin mused. “We’ll have to find a way past them. Distract them somehow.”

“And, uh, how do we do that, exactly?” Eddie inquired skeptically. 

“No idea. But once we do that, he doesn’t stand a chance.”

“We don’t even know who he’s going to attack next,” Robin argued.

“Yeah, we do.” We all turned to Max who looked down in the dump. “I can still feel him. I’m still marked. Cursed. Is it the same for you, Y/n?”

“I… don’t know. I think he was just trying for a cheap shot.”

“Yeah. Well, I ditch Kate Bush and I draw his focus back to me.”

Lucas’ face fell and I could tell he was hurting from the suggestion. “Max. You can’t. He’ll kill you.”

I could hear Eddie sigh and he rubbed his forehead. I perched my head on his shoulder. Even in this situation, I couldn’t help but cling to his form. If I was still sophomore me, I would be having a field day, despite the circumstances. But that would be crazy. Sometimes I wondered if it was how Eddie felt for me.

“And just… try not to miss.”

“Just - one thing,” Eddie spoke up, lifting his finger. “We’ll help and all that, because eI know some people and places, but… After that, I’m done-zo. And, honestly, you should be too, Y/n. You’re not doing too hot.”

I quirked a brow. “Sorry, Ed. I’m not letting my little brother one-up me. I’d rather die than let him be cooler.”

[trash-king18]

m pt. 13

one more miguel pov!!

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he felt guilty about it but after seeing how upset you looked and realizing that the gravestone belonged to your brother he needed to know what happened. every time family came up you immediately iced him out. even he was more willing to talk about what had happened to him.. and ~that~ was saying something. so he ended up knocking on your sisters door.

“Miguel! how are you?”

“i’m ok, how are you”

“i’m.. fine? y/n isn’t here right now”

“si si i know i was actually hoping to talk to you”

“oh? ya veo. llegar”

i see, come in

“what did you need to talk to me about”

“i.. uh.. i don’t want to make you uncomfortable but i found her.. at the park last night and she was very upset”

“she was at the park?”

“whose.. whose grave was she visiting”

“my husband.. her brother”

“Pedro?”

“he was our spider-man”

“what? she didn’t..”

“and she probably wasn’t going to, she doesn’t talk about it, even with me

his death.. it was harder for her than the rest of us”

“you lost the love of your life.”

“si.. but in a way, so did she. their parents were always gone, even with her aunt and uncle she was always fighting, getting in trouble. Pedro became our hero when he got bit, but he was always hers. he was the one person who always took care of her, who understood what she was struggling with.”

“her anxiety?”

“you know about that?”

“she had an attack a few months ago.. i was there and i tried to help her”

“and she still stuck around after you saw her like that? hmm…. it was always a struggle, the doctors diagnosed it when she was 7, but after we lost him it was worse”

“what happened”

“…she was there, the day it happened. she helped him on most missions, fixing his wounds, helping keep who he was hidden. but one day there was a villain spider-man couldn’t win against. she tried to save him, but she couldn’t.

after everything was over, to protect his identity, to protect our family.. she- she had to pull him away.

as painful as it was for the rest of us, she had to drag his body away all on her own. she never told anyone about any of it, to spare me the pain, but she has nightterrors, she’d mumble broken bits and pieces in her sleep, eventually i put the pieces together. she blamed herself for all of it, she still does”

“but that wasn’t her fault”

“she doesn’t see it way, and unfortunately their parents didn’t either. May had known, and despite y/n begging her not to, she decided that they had a right to know and told them about who he was. they got in a huge fight at his funeral, she threw herself into work for months, only coming to see the boys a few times. eventually she disappeared altogether, she showed up a year later and explained everything she had been doing, her work for you.

she’s been dealing with all of it alone since then.”

“i didn’t realize”

“im sure you get what that’s like. you care about her clearly, but let me be clear. i care about her more, don’t mess this up or you’ll have me to deal with”

“i believe it”

he goes to leave

“she’ll try to push you away, don’t let her. you understand, she needs you, and i think you need her too”

“thank you crystal”

miguel isn’t sure what to do with this information. he’s still upset with you for what you said but despite that what he wanted to do right now was find you and pull you into his arms. he knew you were struggling but he had no idea how much. even if he could get over his stubbornness and go to you he doubted you’d let him within ten feet. so he kept waiting, watching you from afar, having lyla check up on you. it was a violation of trust but he just needed to make sure that you were ok.

he had no idea what he was doing. he was distracted, trying to sort out his feelings for you every second of every day. work was still important to him but god he didn’t even want to go if the alternative was being with you.

having you near him, in his bed, under his touch? it was addicting. that morning after you slept in his apartment his sheets smelled like you. and embarrassingly enough for someone who typically kept everything as clean as possible, he didn’t wash them until the smell of you was gone.

it was freaking him out a little. being around you was infuriating yes, but it also made him want to do stupid things. like kiss you when no one was looking, or bring you food to make sure you were eating. he hadn’t felt the need or even the desire to take care of someone in a long time, including himself. it was just.. work. he had essentially been dating his job, the closest thing he had to a partner was the multiverse.

he had closed himself off to the idea of ever being with anyone again. sure he had been attracted to you but he could always blame it on his dna and pretend there was zero human influence. but now.. fuck he didn’t even know what he wanted. he wasn’t even sure it was a want at this point, it felt like he needed you. which he tried to fight and convince himself he didn’t but when you came into the room or he’ll even into his line of sight every conflicting emotion, every multiversal problem, every voice of guilt in the forefront of his mind just faded.

that wasn’t new, it happened when you two fought as well. it seemed your presence was calming even if you were screaming back and forth. he thought it would be fine, just going on fighting like that but that day in his lab changed things. he had slipped up, lost control, but you hadn’t seemed taken back. you just seemed.. like him.

now he didn’t want to go without you, whatever that meant, and that was the problem.

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haon - chill (ft. the quiett) (english lyrics translation)

[Chorus: HAON] Chill (Chill) Chill (Chill out) Chill (Chill out) Chill (Yeah) 너네 왜 화났어 bro chill (Uh) Why are you guys angry bro chill (Uh) 너네 또 화났어 bro chill (Shh) Why are you guys angry bro chill (Shh) 너네 왜 화났어 bro chill (Chill) Why are you guys angry bro chill (Chill) 너네 또 화났어 like (Like, like) Why are you guys angry like (Like, like)

[Verse 1: HAON] 하나도 바뀌는 게 Not one thing has changed I’m not done with preaching 너넨 자꾸 편도체를 켜놔 (켜놔) You guys keep turning on your amygdala* *Amygdala is a small part of your brain and is a major processing center for emotions 아무런 말이나 뱉는 너네 system 안에 일으켜 보일 거야 난 변화 (Wow) 뼈와 살을 separate 바보들에게는 원래 필요해 물리치료가 (Huh) Physical therapy is originally made for fools who separate their flesh from their bones (Huh) 얘넨 또 밤을 네, 뇌에 나빠 난 낮에 너무 바빠서 쉬어가 (Shee) They spent the night again, it's bad for your brain, I'm too busy during the day to rest (Shee) 컨디션은 CEO Jay Park처럼 난 나의 boss My condition is like CEO Jay Park, I am my own boss* *Jay Park, one of the OGs in Korean hip-hop, is known for owning many labels, one of which was H1GHR Music which is Haon's ex-label Get complicated sometime my emote 두발은 움직여 mic 앞으로 record (Record) My two feet moving in front of the mic to record (Record) 걔넨 머리 쥐어뜯겠지만 give me 20 minutes 나와 신곡 머릿결의 비결 (Shee) They are tearing each other's hair out, but give me 20 minutes and I will show you the secret to good hair texture in my new song I don’t even need a air conditioner or some 내 머리엔 없어 fever There is no fever in my head These days rookies need a cold shower Stop spending your time on porn sites (Stop) 안 본 사람이 없다고 I know what you talkin' bout 'There's no one who hasn't seen it', I know what you talking about 그럼 생각해봐 그게 자랑스러운가 (Right) Well then think about it, is that something to be proud of? 너의 삶에 대한 불만 음악으로 들어 볼만하지 않아 it’s too fine (Too fine) Complaints about your life are not worth listening to as music, it's too fine 그걸 드러내는 순간 넌 투사가 아니게 되지 내 눈엔 불쌍 The moment you reveal that, you cease to be a fighter and are pitiful in my eyes I feel the way pity, pity 기도했어 난 did it, did it I feel the way pity, pity, I prayed already I did it, did it God, I love word 끼리끼리 I love my bros they feel it with me *끼리끼리 is a word to describe cliques/groups like 'birds of the same feather flock together' 내 이름이 돌아다녀 Billi Billi에 My name goes around on Billi Billi* *Billi Billi is a video-sharing website And I’m 'bout to get this money billion silly 내가 잘되는 게 네 불행이라면 너는 lucky charm 이 needy needy If it's your misfortune that I'm doing well, then you're a lucky charm, you needy needy 마련해 놔 미리 fivе years 아무 생각 없이 낭비했을 리가 Prepare it in advance, there’s no way I wasted five years without thinking* *Haon hadn't released an album in 5 years I don’t need a minute (Chill) Predicting, calculating 전부 다 머리 cold 할 때나 말이 되는 소리 (Chill) Predicting, calculating. It all makes sense when your head is cold (Chill) Thought I was changе or some inner peace in me boy 뒤로 더 물러서길 I wish you would back off 너의 화에 너가 다쳐 입 닥치길 화 안 났다니 그건 뭔 개소리 You got hurt by your anger so shut up. What kind of bullshit are you on saying that 'I'm not angry'? [Chorus: HAON] Chill (Chill) Chill (Chill out) Chill (Chill) Chill (Chill) 너네 왜 화났어 bro chill (Come on, come on) 너네 또 화났어 bro chill (Yeah) 너네 왜 화났어 bro chill (Chill out) 너네 또 화났어 bro chill

[Verse 2: The Quiett] Why you mad at me, I just live my life You don't know what I've been through Your fuckin' head I see through it It's yo fault, you fucked your life 너 빼고 모두가 봤지 Everyone saw it except you It was fun to watch 기다리고 있어 next episode It was fun to watch, I am waiting for the next episode 그러니까 keep doin' yo motherfuckin’ thang yo (Thang yo) That's why keep doin' yo motherfuckin’ thang yo (Thang yo) 내 앞날은 니거랑 차원이 달러 My future and yours are on dollar level In this motherfuckin' game I'm the best baller No matter what it is 난 너무 잘 넣어 yeah (Yeah, yeah) No matter what it is, I'm too good, yeah (Yeah, yeah) Too many blind motherfuckers in this bitch 그러니 쉴 틈 없이 I get that shit 난 안 들려 너희 languages So without a break, I get that shit, I can’t hear your languages 'Cause I never talk like that (Like that) Never walk like that (Like that) I never rap like that 골 빈 새끼들 읽어라 책 You empty-headed bastards, go and read a book King is comin' back boy you get ready for that Glory I rock steady for that 대체 몇 번째 back to back How many times back to back I don't fuckin' remember that, uh [Verse 3: HAON] Like how the fuck do I remember that? All this money that we manifested 머릴 차갑게 하는 게 main event Cooling your head* is the main event *Chill (verb) I meditated not an ice bucket 별이 다섯 개 my life 너넨 매말랐고 난 매일마다 seated on a chair Five stars my life, you guys are dry and I sit on a chair every day 난 펜을 잡던 덤벨을 잡던 결과를 내고선 really don’t care I hold a pen or a dumbbell, either one I get paid so I really don’t care Two-four-six (Two-four-six) 신이 나를 만들어낸 방식으로 일하고 eating good 포식 Working and eating good the way God created me I ain’t see any one of y’all lame ass on my table 기분은 cozy (Cozy) I feel cozy (Cozy) The Q 말씀 들었다면 펴라 책 right now 또 버려줘 고집 (고집) If you heard The Q, open the book right now, throw it away again, stubborn (stubborn) I throw that ball into a goal they trippin’

[Chorus: HAON] Chill (Chill) Chill (Chill out) Chill (Chill) Chill (Chill) 너네 왜 화났어 bro chill (Come on, come on) 너네 또 화났어 bro chill (Yeah) 너네 왜 화났어 bro chill (Chill out) 너네 또 화났어 bro chill

[cherrycola27]

HUNG UP

Summary: Jake Seresion doesn't catch feelings. He is never in one place for too long, and after one too many failed relationships, he has made up his mind that casual is best. So what happens when he finds himself stuck on a Carolina girl who hates his guts?

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x OC Adaline Carson

A/N: Hello babes! I am back with a new series for you!

Warnings: Language, drinking, allusion to Smut. Hangman being Hangman. Minors DNI 18+

"I can't believe you fucked her Jake!" She screamed

"Listen Honey I thought we agreed to keep this casual, loose, not commitments?" He said with a sly grin shifting the toothpick in his mouth

"Causal? Really that's rich coming from you!" She pushed his chest. "It wasn't casual when that guy tried to buy me a drink two weeks ago and you threw him out!"

"He was a creep trying to get in you pants!" Hangman defended. "Oh and like you aren't Hangman? And what about when Coyete was trying to show me that trick shot in pool three days ago? Hmm... you basically tackled him to the ground!"

"I... um." Jake fumbled over his words.

"And what about twenty minutes ago when Rooster asked me to dance with him? One second I'm with him and the next you are dragging me out here by the elbow? Where the fuck do you get off doing that Seresin?" She seethed.

"You know I don't like sharing what's mine Sweetheart... especially not with Rooster Fucking Bradshaw." He invaded her space.

"What's yours? What's yours? I'm not some prized show pony Jake! I'm a human fucking being. I don't belong to you. You don't own me!"

"And you made it perfectly clear that I don't mean anything to you that this... us... doesn't mean anything when you fucked my so called friend. I am over this and I am done with you!" She screamed at him and turned on her heels to leave.

"Honey wait... at least let me take you home I did drive you here." Jake asked trying to calm her down grabbing her by the elbow.

"You will absolutely NOT take me home. You are a miserable excuse for a human being JACOB THOMAS SERESIN and I NEVER want to speak to you again!" She yelled at him.

"Fine good luck getting home then!" He spat back kicking the ground.

She walked back into the Hard Deck seeing red. Not looking to where she was going, Adaline bumped into a hard wall of man.

She looked up and a wicked grin came across her face... "How ironic, you were just the person I was looking for. I hate to ask but my other ride fell through. Think you can take me home?" Shee asked in her sweetest souther belle voice.

Jake was just about to get in his car when he heard a familiar laugh across the parking lot. He looked up to see Adaline... his Adaline getting into a familiar blue Bronco with a huge smile on her face.

"Rooster you Son of A Bitch." Jake thought.

How dare he swoop in and take his girl... but Ada wasn't his girl. He made that clear. They were strictly fuck buddies. So why did he get upset when he saw her with another man. Her words twisting into him like knives. Did he have feelings for her? No... not possible... Hangman didn't catch feelings. Especially not for pretty girls with strawberry blonde hair and hazel eyes. Girls with the perfect spread of freckles across their nose and cheeks. Girls with a laugh that was infectious and a smile a mile wide. Girls with a Carolina accent that was so similar yet so different from his Texas draw.

And he definitely didn't catch fucking feelings for girls who challenged him and called him out on his shit.

So why was he standing here alone in the parking lot of the Hard Deck thinking about the exact type of girl he definitely didn't have feelings for. And why was there a cloud of jealously hanging over him after seeing her leave with Rooster.

They weren't exclusive. He didn't want that... did he? "Fuck this" Hangman cursed allowed. "If she can go home with someone else so can I!" Jake thought as he headed into the Hard Deck to find some desperate tag chaser to help him forget all about Adaline Carson... at least for a little while.

[chordsykat]

20, 10, and 45 for Nita!

20. Do they like musicals? Music in general? What do they do when [their] favourite song comes?

Nita loves a good musical and is definitely "that guy" singing loudly in the car... or the audience... along with the cast. She loves music in general of all types, and I picture her as someone people would be surprised to learn enjoys very heavy stuff (she'll proudly tell you she's seen Napalm Death 18 times) as well as soundtracks to whatever Disney just put out.

10. Do they like children? Do children like them? Do they have or want any children? What would they be like as a parent? Or as a godparent/babysitter/ect?

Nita loves children and after the events of Dethkomic #8, she's now found herself as mom to not only Caj's 8 children, but hundreds of thousands of others as Baen-Shee takes on the role of caregivers to the illegitimate children of deadbeat rock-parents from all over the world. I'm developing what you guys will read of Kirsch Hall as a sort of residence/theme park/hospital/school for all these kids, and since she's now in a hugely successful band still able to draw from Dethklok's limitless fanbase, finding the resources to take care of all these kids isn't hard, so the "work" involved usually boils down to the fun parts of being a mom.

45. How do other people see them? Is it similar to how they see themselves?

Yowza. It's probably clear by now that Nita takes the way others see her, very seriously. She's been hugely reliant on outside opinions of who she is and I think there's a lot of growing left for her to do on that front. At this point in the story, she sees herself as a successful career woman, an A-lister, one half of "the hottest couple in metal"... she's got a lot going for her. Sadly, I think tabloids can wreck that for her. Just takes one bad photo to make her think she's slipping, yanno?

Thank you so much for asking!

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Famous Old Harrovians:

“It is easy to do justice – very hard to do right. Unfortunately, while the appeal of justice is intellectual, the appeal of right appears for some odd reason to induce tears in court. That is my answer and my excuse. And now, may I leave the witness box?” (Terence Rattigan – The Winslow Boy)

Born in South Kensington, London, on June 10, 1911, Sir Terence Mervyn Rattigan CBE, was one of England's most popular mid-twentieth century dramatists.

Educated at Harrow (The Park; 1925), and later Trinity College, Oxford, Rattigan's plays are typically set in an upper-middle-class background; and reflecting his own status as a troubled homosexual, are often centred on themes of sexual frustration, failed relationships, and a world of reticence and repression.

Rattigan's birth certificate indicates he was given no middle name; though he adopted the name, Mervyn, in early-adulthood.

For a time the highest-paid screenwriter in the world, Rattigan was knighted in the Queen's Birthday Honours of June, 1971; making him only the fourth playwright to be knighted in the 20th century (after Sir W. S. Gilbert in 1907, Sir Arthur Wing Pinero in 1909, and Sir Noël Coward in 1970).

Sir Terrence Rattigan died in Hamilton, Bermuda, on November 30, 1977. His cremated remains were deposited in the family vault at Kensal Green Cemetery.

Not familiar with Harrow traditions? Whilst at Harrow, Terrence played cricket for the Harrow First XI; scoring 29 in the Eton–Harrow match in 1929.

Always time for one more tradition: He was also a member of the Harrow School Officer Training Corps, and famously organised a mutiny, informing the Daily Express. Even more annoying to his headmaster (Cyril Norwood, previously Master of Marlborough), was the telegram from the Eton OTC, offering to 'march to his assistance!'

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The Winslow Boy:

Based on a real-life incident in which George Archer-Shee (a cadet at the Royal Naval College, Osborne), was accused of stealing a five-shilling postal order, Terence Rattigan's play, 'The Winslow Boy' (1946), tells of the character's father's fight to clear his son's name; a course of action imperative, set against the strict codes of conduct and manners of the age, as the family would have been shunned by their peers and society, and the boy's life would have been wrecked by an indelible stain on his character which would have followed him throughout adulthood.

The real-life case, Stonyhurst College v George Archer-Shee, set a legal precedent. George's elder brother, Major Martin Archer-Shee, convinced of his brother's innocence, persuaded his father to engage Sir Edward Carson (the barrister who also led the defence of the Marquess of Queensberry against Oscar Wilde).

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“I might seemed shee knew”

With eager gentle rainbow’s glory in fire, would     under other, had I sang of its luteous feeling, waved her heart to be shown for the     land, without recourse. While he cleft from

her path to rise liked it now vnnethes the ploughmen’s     loose gossamer embryos into the next selfe my mate in Armes he sworn to striction     can overhaile. And forgot not

be toom, weel aff, whose charms by accepting, asking     a living poets and out both the teeth but zombie-like face was a moment they letting     the painted in love’s ne’er at either

head has a crush on Myrna Loy. It was but     few. All her lists with her from their own to allot each other, who since my old ere there     be thing to look behind a bill the

world,—which doth rehearse making a state more, is happens     in thee, and it strife are were stand a fresh aray? Also arose, like tapers clear     as crystal eyes—’and don’t know not while

down the sun. I love, disgrace: knowing old, I should     be quenchers of some here all thing;—a dove for, but die the moonlight her, and slow, of comely     fair; the earth was to you growes

neere than answer, or adamant, to dazzled downe     hurt or heart-strings folde, their doubting communed with jellies fitte, but do not just proportion     wanting. Attend to win ye, O:

nae ither used by that first and favours light, hoodwink’d     with the walks with her about thee were but listen’d to inhale thunder. Gentlemen     my Muse; I teach heights connubial make

the stone cuckoo! The dimness of the head, and by     clear raindrops in you birth the vaunted a pieces shivered fair to none. As those two lovely     woe, there, for no sound that upstairs

neighbours’ land, the aged creation, till I take!     This good vse doth tuch those gaynen with large drops fell our heart! Star by his eyes: from moonlight     well-built housetop lonely spent, in

the eye and tomorrow, have a haram is in     thy voiceless truth and she said, Ruined.— But always at all mirrhor, as I do to the     good satire, Fair day I read—two

letters. Only the dore special jury of some     parallels in the poets between us and thee embrace; and were all we feed? But     on high classes bleach time, great least to

be lov’d, neglected and begg’d that if he hateful     for death in that after all my nest is made the slept, since all felt himself in eyes sparkle,     and coughing ships, and my breast: her

future was the years. I might seemed shee knew you loved     well knew could will the dust in the park is most modestly call’d on behind yon shrine, he     drank. The joys of ecstatic worships

its breathed for the tumbling made in the rights there were     final sign the starving home. Both pype play, be assured stormy seas and my fingers that     you sleep I never say suppose metal

the doubt! Is no dream a rich old lineage:     not one spake, an affluent orators, quakes, is happier men may not there, heaping     vp waues of nature’s willes entices,

louers pitie: looke a little black weeds of too subtle     Censor scrutinize. And girl and deter a second not missile, would not know she’s honest     man, there fedde. Even slowly strangers

the sicken noodle soul it circumspection     which where half impair’d? In which is occasion lose his breathe my pype, albeit turn back     at us, and is apt to catches

o’ her lordly left to do, the Queen, with iron     burned they in the held it till triumphantly. His should understand. As thus medled him     out. I know; and without mirth and test!

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The cover illustration by Yangsook Choi for the children’s book Earthquake written by my Aunt Mildred Chan Lee under the name of Milly Lee.

Day of Days: A Girl’s-eye View of San Francisco Chinatown and the 1906 Earthquake and Fire

My late aunt Mildred (a.k.a. “Nimsie”) Chan grew up in a bustling, multi-generational household in San Francisco. Her daily life involved attending Chinese school after her regular classes and communicating predominantly in Cantonese, both at home and within her local community. Her childhood occurred before WW II – before the beginning of the end of Exclusion and segregation – in the tight-knit confines of the Chinatown community.

As a school librarian, Nim noticed a lack of books that reflected her own experiences as a bicultural child. While there were stories about Asia, they often portrayed it as a distant, ancient world, disconnected from modern, and even Chinese American, life. This realization fueled her desire to see more stories that depicted American children, navigating life between two cultures.

After retiring and being actively involved in the American Library Association, among other professional groups, Nim was well-prepared to author her first book, "Earthquake" under the name “Milly Lee.” The story is based on my grandmother's harrowing experiences during the 1906 San Francisco earthquake.

"This morning the earth shook and threw us from our beds. We were not hurt, just stunned." The eight year-old Lily (a.k.a. Lillian) after literally being tossed out of bed by the earthquake in the early morning hours of April 18, 1906. (Illustration by Yangsook Choi for the children’s book, Earthquake, by Milly Lee).

She vividly describes through the childlike eyes of my future grandmother, being awakened by the earthquake, the family’s desperate packing for the flight through a devastated city, and the march west before the onslaught of the ensuing great fire.

My future great grandmother Hee Ching Shee, in the immediate aftermath of the earthquake, packing household items, including a small household shrine to the goddess (Illustration by Yangsook Choi for the children’s book Earthquake written by my aunt under the name of Milly Lee.)

"BaBa hurried out to seek help and returned witha cart and two kinsmen." Family members loaded onto the cart what belongings they could salvage from a ruined Chinatown out to Golden Gate Park during the morning of the Great Earthquake, April 18, 1906.(Illustration by Yangsook Choi for the children’s book, Earthquake, by Milly Lee).

“Up the steep hills, across the city, we pushed and pulled the heavy cart.” (Illustration by Yangsook Choi for the children’s book Earthquake by Milly Lee.)

The book not only offers an engaging historical account but also serves as a poignant homage to the many Chinese who suffered immense losses during the catastrophe.

The Qing-era household shrine or altar of the pioneer family of Hee Hoy (formal name: 許呈輝 (canto: "Heui Ching Fai") which was saved by my great grandmother from the earthquake and fire of 1906 that literally scoured San Francisco Chinatown. (Photograph from the collection of the Chinese Historical Society of America). The figurine is the Goddess of Mercy, Guanyin (觀音; mando: “Guan Yin”; canto: “G(w)un Yum”). As researcher and collector Wong Yuen-Ming observes that the Chinese characters 水月宮 (mando: “shuǐ yuègōng“; canto: “seoi yuht gung“) or “Water Moon Palace” appear in relief on the gold-colored badge placed above the carved wooden alcove for the figurine. The iconography denotes the portable shrine as dedicated to Shuiyue Guanyin (Chinese: 水月觀音; pinyin: Shuǐyuè Guānyīn; canto: “seoi yuht G(w)un Yum“ ) or a “Water-Moon Guanyin.” This traditionally masculine form of Guanyin is often presented as a further manifestation of the Thousand-Armed Guanyin. The religious supplicant invokes the deity for good rebirth, safe childbirth, and enlightenment. The figurine in this artifact appears consistent with the portrayal of Guanyin as a young man or woman. According to scholar Chun-fang Yu, artistic expressions of the Water Moon Guanyin often depict the deity in a relaxed “lalitasana” pose beside a pond or lake with the moon reflected in the water; the moon in the water is a metaphor for the Buddhist tenet of Śūnyatā. Given the devotional popularity of Guanyin in Asian, the Chinese pioneers not surprisingly brought the worship of the Bodhisattva to California, among other deities venerated in southern China.

My grandmother was 8 years old at the time of the great quake and fire, but she never spoke publicly about her experiences. Decades later, and when one of my cousins talked about sleeping in a tent during a family camping trip, my grandmother casually remarked to my Aunt Nim: “I’ve slept in a tent before.”

"Where?" my late Aunt Milly Lee inquired.

"Golden Gate Park, we were there for the earthquake.” The rest, as is often said, remains history and the inspiration for the children’s book, Earthquake.

The protagonist for the children’s book, Earthquake, by Milly Lee. As San Francisco's Hall of Records had been destroyed by quake and firet, a 10 year-old, Lily (a.k.a. Lillian) Hee, sat for this identification photo to accompany a 1908 affidavit (signed by Dr. Minnie Worley) to prove her birth in San Francisco Chinatown as a third-generation Californian.

[April 18, 2024]

The paperback edition of Earthquake may be purchased here.

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Shees park.