#storiesofthenight

[rebelliousfamily]

@storiesofthenight liked for muse roulette and got Graham (Max's father- but don't feel you need to use Max)

"Word of advice? Don't get old. It's a trap." Graham spoke and chuckled softly. "You get slower and your reactions aren't as fast. Plus you fall asleep way earlier than you expect. It's not fun." He smiled. "I miss being young and a surfer."

[puppetoffthehook]

@storiesofthenight has a visitor

He shouldn’t be stumbling around the woods like he is. Should’ve stayed right where he was and let whatever this shit was run its course. His car was gone when he came to in that freaky fuckin house and if he had to place any bets it would be Max behind the wheel. Let the little bitch drive around an empty parking lot and she acts like she knows what she’s doing.

Neil’s gonna kill him. It’s the one thing his brain can coherently settle on and it’s why he’s tripping over roots and shit in the woods. If he stayed they’d call the cops and Neil would be even worse tomorrow. At least this way he can have a little more deniability. Maybe.

Billy finally came across a building he could maybe hide in for an hour or two before he has to drag his ass home. Some kind of diner or something from the looks of it. Between the drugs, the blood pumping painfully through his head, and his own anxiety over the coming day, the blonde failed to notice staring in his direction as he entered the place and slumped at a random empty table.

[mischieftomake]

continued from x with @storiesofthenight

"Isn't it?" Loki asked, eyes wide in false shock, pressing a hand to his chest. "I thought I was hiding it rather well. I must be losing my touch." He drew out a chair from the table and elegantly dropped into it, his expression morphing into a playful smirk.

It was one of very few genuine smiles in Loki's repertoire. The sort of smile that, before his crash landing in the little patch of land outside Steve's home, he hadn't worn in years. The sort of genuine, easy smile that had been appearing more and more often recently.

With a gentle flick of his fingers, he summoned a pair of bowls from the cupboard, and a quick twist of his hand set the dinner to serving itself. He raised the wine glass he still held in his other hand and inclined his head.

"An occasion like this deserves a toast, don't you think? To..." He paused for a few moments, considering. "To unexpected house-guests, and even more unexpected allies."

He faltered just slightly over the final word. He had almost used the word 'friends' in its stead, but had managed to catch the mistake just in time. He wasn't fool enough to display that kind of vulnerability to a man who would happily have seen him dead not so long ago.

[indyflanery]

@storiesofthenight

"Complimenting pictures of me when I was a kid doesn't serve as a legit means of flirting, Dean."

[imprvdente]

@storiesofthenight​ . 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑

In the mess of hairspray and glitter, Fish made her way through the tributes and their mentor, all surrounded by makeup artists and stylists. The strange cacophony was eerie, really, considering all these kids were lambs for slaughter. For a short second, she thought about her own interview, 5 years ago, but quickly brushed it away. She didn’t have time for such considerations. It was her first year working so closely for Caesar, and she didn’t want to fuck it up. Besides, the fact that most tributes knew her and hated her (like half of Panem) didn’t help. 

She had briefed everyone but one tribute, Katniss Everdeen. The girl from 12. She had made quite an impression already, with her dress on fire. Hopefully she’d have a positive impact during the interview too. Her life depended on it, after all. 

“Katniss, right?” she asked, “you’re on right before Peeta Mellark, are you ready?” A quick glance at the hair, the makeup, the dress. 

“I’m Fish,” she finally introduced herself, “I’m here to make sure you’re ready before you get on that stage.” She handed her her hand to shake, half expecting the girl to perfectly ignore her. 

[mikewheelertm]

max mayfield. @storiesofthenight ( cont. )

Ever since managing to get back to Hawkins,  Mike had been visiting Max more often than not.  The thing was,  while the two of them were mostly seen butting heads and arguing,  he actually cared about her,  she was part of the group,  she was one of his best friends and knowing what had happened ?  Well,  it had scared him,  and yet,  despite that,  he knew all too well  ( after all they were more similar than either of them would like to admit )  that acting like a wet sock would only make her feel worse,  perhaps that was why he was still the overly loud mouth even when there was obvious worry behind dark hues.

That was why he was about to dive into another of his ramble,  his own way to get a smile from her.  Except his words never left his mouth,  her voice bringing him to an halt and gaze focused on her,  the slightest frow creasing his forehead.  ❝ I mean. . . ❞  He started,  but he quickly found himself pausing,  lips pursing as he wasn't sure what to say.  In a way he could understand.  ❝ You know you can admit it,  right ?  That you don't care about skateboarding anymore because you want to play D&D with us. ❞  A teasing,  the hint of playful smile crossing his features before he found himself shaking his head.

❝ I don't think it's weird,  though. ❞  He started once more.  ❝ With everything that has happened ?  Maybe that isn't the most important thing right now ? ❞  Her being alive and with them was what mattered the most,  and he was sure the others thought the very same thing.

[wheelerwinemom]

@storiesofthenight​

“Why don’t you just sleep over? It’s late, I don’t want you out all by yourself.”

[wheelrismsarchived]

@storiesofthenight​ liked for a small starter

“You don’t always need to talk. Like, it’s good to shut the fuck up sometimes. I love not talking.”

[hvbris]

@storiesofthenight​ 𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑

Eleven sat at the kitchen table, right where Billy had gestured. She looked around like a deer in headlights, eyes wide open. The whole world was strange and new, so different from the laboratory she had left behind. California, she thought, was nothing like Hawkins. It was hot and sunny, with a sky so blue, she had never seen a sky so blue before (she had never seen the sky before). 

She still had dirt on her face, remnants of her run in the woods. Eleven had not really washed herself since her escape. She had just stolen some clothes before hopping on a bus, away from Hawkins, away from papa. 

Eleven had not been taught “stranger danger”, though she had been taught that the outside world was unsafe. But she didn’t care. She was strong, she thought, she could defend herself. So she had followed the boy with long hair that had approached her on the bench where she tried to sleep, out there on the street. Now, sitting in his house, she was glad she had followed him. She was hungry and thirsty. When he brought her a big glass of water, she drank it in two big gulps. 

“Thank you,” she simply croaked, voice still coarse from the thirst and the lack of sleep.

[hargrove]

🖊 — any tattoos?

munday asks!

( also asked by @pcrfectstorms )

「 I have 4:

No Fate scrawled on my collarbone.

the Viking rune Thorn on my inner right wrist (because I love Viking history and Thor, but it's also the same tattoo Michael Myers has in Halloween 6 and I'm obsessed with horror movies, especially Halloween)

the Vampire Academy kill marks on the back of my neck (2 mjolnia and 1 svedka). I like VA, but to me, they represent past battles I overcame.

during quarantine, I designed a binderune (a combination of Viking runes put together) that reminds me nothing is stagnant and I have to keep pushing to achieve what I want. I fashioned it to look like an arrow and its on my bow arm (I did archery), inner left forearm, and has the words "First Last Always" as part of it for my favorite Black Widow quote: "I am my own woman, first, last, and always." Then my tattoo artist made it all pretty in geometric shapes and shit. 」

[rebelliousfamily]

@storiesofthenight liked for yelena for nat

"Sit next to me." Yelena gestured to the seat beside her. "Talk to me about your day. And tell me which of the Avengers that you love the most?"

[puppetoffthehook]

‘i licked you so you are mine now’ [from Eddie]

@storiesofthenight

Billy rolled his eyes and put a hand on Eddie’s head. “Leave it to you to find a gross way to lay claim to someone.” There’s no anger in his words surprisingly. But there is something that sounds dangerously close to fond. “You’re a strange man, Munson.”

[exiitiosus]

& will byers. 〃 @storiesofthenight 〃 cont.

He had kept a close eye on Will all through the whole night.  There had been something off ever since they started playing, the only reason he didn't say anything or bring any attention to that, was for the simply reason that the other hadn't noticed, and Mike didn't want to put Will at the center of attention, after all he would have said something if they were meant to know, right ?  Well, that was wishful thinking at best since he knew the other like the back of his own hand, and he knew that Will would rather keep his own problem to himself instead of seeking any sort of help from the group.

Or maybe, Mike was imagining everything, which was quite the possibility with the way he had always paid more attention to Will than anyone else, even more so as of lately, to the point that even the slightest shift in his demeanor would raise some concern.  However that possibility didn't stop Mike from waiting till the others had left in a hurry ( it was left after all ), to move closer to Will.  " Are you okay, Will ? "  One of his hand reaching for Will's shoulders, fingers giving the slightest of squeeze.  " You've been quieter than usual, and honestly ?  You've been looking pretty awful. "  His hand moved to the back of the other's neck then, only when fingers brushed against the hair of the back of Will's head that he realized just how that gesture could be interpreted.

A shaky breath heaved, he didn't pull away his hand.  " If I didn't know better, I'd ever go as far as saying that you've looked like you would have rather been anywhere else than here. "  With us, with me.  Unspoken words, ones that yet, made Mike wonder if he had done anything to upset Will, again.

[indyflanery]

it's a nice feeling, that when one part of your life is over, another part can begin. [from dean]

Indy smiled as he glanced over at the hunter coming from the other room into the bedroom. It had definitely been weird to start seeing Dean more in a domestic sense, on a daily basis, but he had no objections to it. It was...nice. It was just taking a little getting used to in some ways.

"Not having any regrets so far?" he asked lightly, shifting where he sat against the headboard of the bed.

[devildungeondm]

[ bruises ] - for an injury to suddenly appear on my muse because your muse was injured.

SOULMATE STARTER PROMPTS

For Billy -- lets have some angst and pain <3

This one had to have been the worst of them all. His chest felt hollow, like something had gutted him through it. He was thankful that he had just put down his guitar when it happened, otherwise he could've damaged his prized possession with how hard and fats he fell to the floor in his bedroom, like the wind was knocked out of him.

A disgusting bruise formed around the middle of his chest, adding to all the other miscellaneous markings along his sides and face that had been littering his skin the whole evening. He tried his best to take his mind off it all with music but it seemed nope.

As he lay there, trying to catch his breath, Eddie had to wonder. Just what the fuck was his soulmate doing? He had no clue who it was, but ever since he was younger, he'd find bruises all around his face, neck, and sides. It made him sad at first, wondering why his soulmate would hurt so bad all the time, but over the year, he faced his own nightmares to understand that the world was a pretty fucked up place.

But the last few months had been the worst of it, the injuries escalating and painful. But this? It was like he could feel life seeping out of him with how much his chest hurt, even if he wasn't bleeding or broken. Did they get into an accident? Was his soulmate dying? Would they go before he'd ever meet them? Clutching at his chest, he started to cry involuntarily, the fear of that possibility choking him.

It wasn't until a year later, after meeting his fellowship of Dustin and company, that he would get his answers. He has survived the Upside Down, barely, and had rejoined the group after recovering a bit in secret thanks to their special friends. When he found out that Max hadn't come through as lucky, he felt compelled to visit her once he was well enough.

Expecting Lucas to be at her side, he instead found her older stepbrother, Billy. Billy Hargrove, who had survived that horrific Starcourt Mall fire the previous summer and had been in a coma up until recently. Billy Hargrove, who had been sucked into this mess like him, like the others.

Billy Hargrove, who had some visible scars that looked and felt too familiar to Eddie as he stood in the doorway, mouth falling open and staring in disbelief.

"No fucking way," he murmured, face draining of color at the realization.

[mikewheelertm]

eddie munson. @storiesofthenight ( cont. )

He should have been excited about their d&d session later in the day,  especially when lately those game nights seemed to be the only source of any sort of contentment and truth to be told,  the only times when his mind wasn't full of thoughts that made him want to lock himself in his bedroom and never come out.  And yet,  he was dreading it,  he just wasn't in the right mindset to sit through their chaotic session & pretending to have fun while all he wanted to do was to be alone.

There was a sigh slipping past his lips as he pushed open the doors of the theater room,  perhaps he could steal some moments of silence before their campaign session.  Except he wasn't the only one there,  and he didn't realized it at first,  not until the familiar voice of Eddie startled him.  ❝ Fuck. ❞  Curse muttered under his breath,  and for a split second wide eyes were focused on the other before his expression relaxed.  Something akin to a tired smile offered to the other,  a fleeting one because it was gone just as quick as it graced his features.  ❝ Someone think too highly of their campaign,  don't they ? ❞  It was a dig to Eddie,  well,  a teasing more than anything,  a playful one.

A shake of his head was soon to follow,  and Mike found himself shrugging at the question.  ❝ I was looking for a place to hide,  but you beat me to it.  I can just go and find somewhere else,  huh. ❞