#pcrfectstorms

[berylcluster]

⊰ CLOSED STARTER for @pcrfectstorms ft. CLINT & BUCKY ⊱

➫ CLINT let out the most sarcastic and tired laugh; whether it was meant to be funny or not, the guy who just went through hell and a hand basket asking HIM if he was okay, had to be the funniest thing to happen to him today. Taking out enemies of SHIELD who happened to be secret HYDRA agents, had to have been hard on the ex-HYDRA soldier himself, after than it was on the human guy taking punches. Hard punches. “Man, I’m fine. I’m used to getting punched, falling down, getting stabbed- all part of the job. But I do appreciate the concern. It’s strangely sweet.” The archer sets his bags down onto the couch, looking around the room for an unknown thing to the other, but to him, it was his best friend. He turns around to look at Bucky, giving him a reassuring smile, bruises and bandages covering his head but somehow, he made it work. “Set your stuff down wherever you like, alright? I’ll make up a bed for you, we’ve got plenty of rooms, I’ll let you know which is Nat’s so you don’t accidentally piss her off.”

He moves further into the house, and when she doesn’t come running out, Clint makes his way into the kitchen and opens the fridge. And that was all she needed, paw pads are heard scuffling out of the master bedroom and running into the living room, comes a medium sized dog who looks more like a short haired, blonde retriever. He kneels down and gets all the kisses from her, but out of the corner of his eyes, he sees the other one standing very still. He pets the dog’s head before stepping back over to him, “Hey, are YOU okay? You can talk to me, even if it’s heavy. And you’re safe here now, the Barton Farm for rehabilitation.” Clint puts a hand on his shoulder and gives it a gentle shake.

[redemptioninterlude]

Send ❤️ to touch foreheads with my muse (remus & marlene)

love languages meme ( accepting ) + @pcrfectstorms // remus

he's home for the summer. and she sends an owl. can she COME ROUND?

for her and her parents, summer is just a dull affair. they go to work, and she rots within her home, coming and going, largely unsupervised. their DISAPPOINTMENT dissolves in the face of their insistence that she's having a phase. that this was teenaged rebellion, a moody rejection that would stabalize as her hormones did. it's a bitter feeling, and marlene finds that she she better drowns that feeling in disappearing for days, and living from school friend to school friend.

and she's not asking to stay, but seeing him's a grand distraction. plus. she's sort of missed remus, hasn't she? no, well, she knew she did. didn't she miss all of her friends? though it's a bit hard to say that she misses lily after spending two weeks with her and her parents and sister already, before skipping off to mary's for a weekend and swinging back home to pick up a new change of clothes. she... DOES miss him. thus the owl.

( it DOESN'T have to be a big deal. )

the floo is close to his place anyways. and she remembers his mother, and the fact that she doesn't like sweets, but she does appreciate a gift of tea, so she makes sure to take a pause at one of the muggle markets along the way. his father prefers she gives him nothing, so she follows the ask. it's the POLITE THING to do, after all.

but nothing quite prepares her for that full force of feeling within her chest when she finally rounds the bend and there he is, sunny smiling where he waited because of course he waited, that sweetheart. marlene with a WILD GRIN of her own as those boots of hers dig into the pavement as she goes racing up the way, catching him up within a tight embrace, arms looped about his neck as she laughs, leaning up to press her forehead into his, incorrigible. "when did you get this tall!? this is horridly unfair, i'm calling this out right now."

[dre4mgrl]

@pcrfectstorms sent 💚 + Robin

WHO DO YOU SHIP MY MUSE WITH? \ accepting !

` i think robin + nancy are so cute. it's interesting how in canon, they're given this initial misunderstanding like steve has moved on with robin because nancy doesn't know the truth. as a platonic friendship for nancy and robin, that sets up an odd couple dynamic that i simply adore.

` as a romantic ship, it's giving nineties indie rom com, and i needed it yesterday! in a sense, they're both these misfit stereotypes. neither are exactly nerds, but they still have this tension of opposite personalities that doesn't quite bring them together immediately. again, that odd couple dynamic, but they meet at a cafe and spill coffee/tea on one another which leads to resentment on nancy's end because she's late for a big interview. not to mention, it was her favorite blouse. robin really should have been paying attention, what was her problem? then robin insists on rectifying the situation, so nancy's stuck with this klutz and she's already running late.

` they end up spending the entire day together, and slowly but surely, nancy begins turning her investigative eye on robin. she notices the comical, edgy energy exuding from robin is actually endearing. her eccentric mishaps are efforts to care for others, to learn about things she's encountering perhaps for the first time. she's never trying to be cool as nancy first suspects, and robin isn't as absent-minded as her clumsiness might suggest. she can be deceivingly observant and thoughtful. little miss nancy's delusions get shattered, and she has to prove to robin there too is more to her than a buttoned up priss concerned with deadlines and rigid structure. maybe she could learn a thing or two from robin's spontaneity.

[strcngergirls]

👤 👤

Send 👤 to meet an NPC in my muse’s life

Donnie, ex-boyfriend of Susan's. 

After her divorce, Susan dated a lot due to the fact that she finds her self worth in others. Donnie was the longest of the boyfriends before she met Neil and one of the few that Max didn't absolutely hate.

In the book, Max describes him as "on disability for his back and couldn't bend down. He made us Bisquick pancakes on the weekends and told terrible jokes, and then one day he ran off with a waitress from iHOP."

Neil Hargrove, Susan & Dottie’s ex-husband, Max’s step-father, Billy’s biological father

Neil spent a good chunk of his youth in the military, and military discipline was a key factor in his personality. He was strict and tidy, a perfectionist and borderline OCD. Max describes him as a man who “drove a tan Ford pickup and his shirts were ironed and his mustache made him look like some kind of army sergeant or park ranger”. He was a clean freak and placed emphasis on family dinners

 As an adult, he worked as a guard at a bank where Susan worked as a teller. He likes to think he’s a charmer and even did an entire song and dance of courting both his wives. With Dottie, he sweet-talked her on campus and treated her like a princess in order to sweep her off her feet. Seducing Susan was easier because of her low self-confidence, but he would bring her flowers and complimented her cooking, and the fact that he had a steady job helped seal the deal for Sue.

His controlling personality started showing shortly after he proposed to Susan. Supposedly, “he bought her a ring and she gave him an extra key to the house. He showed up when he felt like it, bringing flowers or getting rid of throw pillows and pictures he didn’t like, but he didn’t come over after ten and he never spent the night.” Max described him sarcastically as “too much of a gentlemen” and “old-fashioned”

[ebbiemunson]

"I'm going to need you guys to start rolling initiative for me now."

@pcrfectstorms

[liveshauntedmoved]

Chrissy is no real stranger to Robin, while they don't really seem to run in the same circles - she knows of the other. A few classes together, and of course - whenever there was a need for band at a game, Chrissy also was there on the cheer squad. So, yeah - she knows of Robin, but she has never really gotten to know her, and she isn't sure why. But, she kind of wants too - so, she is going to rectify that, so with a bounce in her step Chrissy bounds her way over to Robin, smile pulling at her lips, "Hey," Chrissy greets, giving a small wave, "You're like really good on that trumpet." She cringes at how awkward that came out ; but it was out there.

sc ( accepting ) | @pcrfectstorms

[strangermasterlist]

sending a shoutout to @pcrfectstorms! a super nice mun who writes all of their muses wonderfully and is in need of some positivity!

[notcruel]

@pcrfectstorms​ sent 🎄 fezco (send 🎄for our muses to get caught under the mistletoe !!)

It was clear that Fezco’s grandmother’s hadn’t been a place where too much cheer was shared. Her own home wasn’t much different. Between her parents constantly fighting she doubted there was a Christmas since she was ten that included the actual Christmas spirit. That had to change between her and Fezco. It was strange wanting something different than what she was so used to. Christmas lights strung up with Faye’s help she had always thought that they brought warmth into a space. Perhaps the warmth that she brought in was what she had aimed for in her old bedroom. A contrast to the outside world.The smell of pine from lit candles filling their space she had hung random things around, replacing the action figure jesus at the door with a wreath. “Hey you,” she paused at the door, hoping that by catching him before he stepped in further that she could keep some of his comments at bay. Mistletoe strung over the door she pointed up. “See, now you can’t be mad and you have to kiss me.” 

[obsherver]

@pcrfectstorms​ gets a starter for Fezco 

“Do you ever miss me?” The words hard hitting as she still pushed aside her own feelings. Time away from one another when they had once spoken every day tearing her in every way possible. She wasn’t sure if she could handle the question regardless. If he missed her it would mean that she wasn’t insane for thinking so long of what could have been. If he didn’t miss her it would show her that she had once again made something huge out of something small. She had wanted to see him so long, filling her head wit hopes of how he would reach when he saw her. None of those came true, the black metal door between them as she had just blurted the words without even giving him a proper greeting. The only other alternative was to bang on the door, tell him to open and demand an explanation. As much as she loved the stage and drama, that would have been too much drama after so long in not seeing one another. 

[berylcluster]

⊰ CLOSED STARTER for @pcrfectstorms ft. CLINT & NATASHA ⊱

➫ CLINT was holding something behind his back, had been since they got back to the Tower. Clearly it was wiggling and trying to wrangle out of his grip, and he had been doing his best to hide whatever it was from the group, more specifically Nat. But like a bloodhound, she had easily pulled him to the side and he was caught. “Okay, okay. I definitely didn’t see a lost dog, and I definitely wasn’t going to leave it for Stark to take care of because I think he needs a dog.” He shook his head, attempting to lie to his best friend was a big mistake, she knew every tell he had from day one. It would have been scary if he didn’t love her so damn much. The dog in his hands peeking his little head out from behind his back. “Lucky would kill me if I brought another dog home anyway, she’s a spoiled baby.”

[pseudolife-archived1]

It’s almost perfect, the way he fits in with the décor of her home. A tattooed metalhead carefully tucked into a goth girl’s wet dream of an apartment. Looking like an intentional part of her interior decorating - right at fucking home on her coffin shaped couch, with false taxidermy bats on the wall behind him. Downright picture-worthy with his rings and his dark eyes, the tattoos peaking out from beneath his disheveled shirt. And the best part of it all? His cheeks, pink and red, the only color against all the blacks and whites of her apartment - flushed from the alcohol, but probably also the realization that his Boss had taken him home - and she had a goddamn stripper pole in the center of her living room.

She probably should have warned him - but it’s cute and a little funny to see him stare. Funnier still to see his eyes land on it and then widen, to see all the little thoughts bouncing around in his brain curl up and die and leave just one singular thought in their place: Fuck.

Molly should give him some mercy, he’s drunk, and they’d been partying together - but she’s drunk too, and at some point in the night he’d accidentally touched her ass and well -

Fuck it. When in Rome or something... 

The bottle cap to the vodka bottle in her hand goes somewhere, she doesn’t care where, as she flicks it off. And that’s enough to gather his attention - well the noise, and the sudden weight of her in his lap. Her smile bright red but toxic - like those Amazonian frogs. A warning that he would never heed. “Eddie,” She starts, settling herself neatly. Straddling not his lap, but only one of his thighs. The very full bottle resting on her knee. “I will boo in your ear if you fuck this up.” And it’s famous last words - or something like that. Her head tilting back as she raises the bottle to her lips and takes a gulp of the alcohol, but doesn’t swallow. Just tilts her head down to look at his face and leans in to give him a kiss. Forcing him to either open his mouth and take the present of shared drink - or dribble it everywhere instead.

@pcrfectstorms  ;  MOLLY for EDDIE

[rebelcliche-archived]

@pcrfectstorms​.   “ you made pancakes?  ” (from steve)   ;   selectively accepting !

          the  events  of  last  night  were  a  bit  fuzzy,  yet  fresh  in  her  mind,  and  nancy’s  skin  warmed  every  time  she  thought  about  it.  when  steve  had  entered  the  kitchen  and  saw  what  she  was  doing,  his  question,  though  plain  and  simple,  made  her  cheeks  flush.

          turning  her  head  back  to  look  at  him,  she  cast  him  a  bashful  smile,  in  spite  of  herself,  as  she  replied,  “ i…hope  that’s  alright. ”  suddenly,  she  was  kicking  herself  for  not  checking  to  see  if  he  actually  even  liked  pancakes.  “ i  can  make  you  something  else  if  you  don’t  like  these. ”  it  was  the  least  she  could  do,  she  supposed.

[munsontm]

❛ you’re about as intimidating as a butterfly. ❜ (from Max)

Over the past few months, Eddie had come to expect Max's cutting remarks and gigantic mouth whenever he found himself in her nearby vicinity, which was doubly increased for him since they were neighbours. But he couldn't complain about how the kid spoke; otherwise, he'd be a fucking colossal hypocrite. Sometimes he was just as bad or worse, and if he was being honest, he liked the sass that spewed out of her like she was a machine made for it. It had him cackling like a banshee on a good day.

Unfortunately for her. Today's attack did not land at all how she probably wanted it to. Because when Eddie spun on the heel of his white sneakers, fixing Max with a narrowed stare, he waggled a 'nuh-uh' finger in the girl's face with exaggerated movement behind it. "Red, have you ever seen a fucking butterfly up close? Those bastards are terrifying. Like, Upside Down levels of terrifying. They're all..." With his fingers bent, Eddie moved them about in front of his mouth to look like a fly of sorts. "Plus, their wings are meant to intimidate other creatures, and it works. So, it's kind of a compliment, really."

Ending his bug display, he reached forward and flicked her nose. "Lame. Try harder next time."

@pcrfectstorms

[fatestricken]

sighs into the void. more shit under the cut. if yall still support this person after this, then idk what to tell u. tw for kys usage, slur usage, anon hate, overall grossness.

hmmmm i wonder why this all sounds the same? oh i know why! bc its all the same person despite the fact that they are lying out their ass that its not!

[tthehair]

🎁 🎁 (from robin)

Ask Santa Steve What HE Wants for Hanukkah

for some reason it kind of infuriates him when his best friend asks what he wants. robin knows he's the last guy on the planet to ask for himself and she knows what he wants because he hasn't stopped talking about it since he started asking around for gift ideas. " you're not going to buy me anything, alright? i know how much our shit pay is. if you really have to get me something ... maybe just bring me food and wraps gifts with me all night? " he really didn't want to be alone christmas eve.

[eddie]

@pcrfectstorms​ said   . . .   ❝ I’ve already fallen on my ass four times today. ❞ from  —   ‘ winter themed sentence starters ’ 

⛧˖ ‒‒‒‒‒ IN GENERAL, THE HAWKINS FUN FAIR (be it during the winter festival or not) had never really fallen under the list of things that Eddie Munson would have associated with ‘a good time,’ but after a year that could have only been described as totally bizarre, divergency from his normal routine and habits was becoming a pretty standard practice. Not long ago, the mere concept of hanging out at the fair with the likes of Steve Harrington, Nancy Wheeler, or any other member of their mismatched gang would have seemed almost laughable to the metalhead and anyone who knew him. Sprinkle on top the added details of an alternate dimension, a government conspiracy and a girl with superpowers, and one would have themselves the perfect ingredients for the ultimate fever dream.

           Even now after he’d had months to process the harrowing events, Eddie still grappled with his new reality and the tremendous shift in the weight of its gravity. Not that anyone could have faulted him for it, as the term had practically needed to be entirely redefined after such a copious amount of mind-blowing information had been dumped on him so suddenly. Steve had been in the same boat as him: being thrust into the turmoil and chaos of a situation that could only be described as biting off more than they could chew. And involuntarily, no less. Through it all, however, their shared experiences in trauma was likely what had drawn them together. Things were easier to process when someone else was there to offer validation, see.

           Talk about being thrown into the deep end.

           After being separated from the group that he’d attended the festival with, each of them dispersing for one reason or another, Eddie had eventually stumbled across Steve— apparently, just after he’d recovered from his fourth slip on the ice. ❝ Oh. ❞ A pause for an exaggerated frown. ❝ That what that is, Harrington? ❞ The metalhead asked, leaning back slightly to feign a glimpse at the melted snow on Steve’s backside. There was hardly much of anything, but embellishing the idea was worth it if only to ruffle his feathers a little.

           A beat, and Eddie was cracking a smile, the faintest snort of a laugh carried out on a cloud of breath in the cold night air. ❝ Little squirts ditched you too, huh? ❞ Lifted by black-polished digits that poked out from behind a pair of half-fingered gloves, a lit cigarette was brought to his lips, lingering just long enough for him to take a short drag.